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Chapter 8 'Going Under' Dabi x Reader

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"I don't understand why you have to act out like this son?" Enji grumbled, still stuck in his work attire after getting his son out of being arrested again. "You could've put Hawks out of commission."

Touya had, as always, seen Hawks while out and about, and instead of saying hello, he started attacking him. Touya was already labelled a villain by the public and his constant outbursts alongside Enji having to constantly bail him out of trouble was making his image go into further shit. He was sure by next year, he'd go from number 1 to 100.

"I should've put him out, then he wouldn't act like we're buddies all the time," Touya grimaced, leaning against the car window, in deep thought.

"You're an adult now, you shouldn't have me constantly checking up on you, you should try to get a job or put your time into something important-"

"What like Shoto?"

"You know that's not what I meant, you're too old to be this childish, to still have these outbursts, what happened was long ago and I've changed, doing this isn't going to get my attention, I'm refusing to help you again after this."

"I don't need shit from you!" Touya exclaimed, stepping out of the car as it pulled in front of their house. He had already spoken to the man more than needed, feeling awkward that he even acted like he was a good father just because he 'changed'.

That was definitely bullshit that he was spewing to make sure Touya doesn't tell the public everything Endeavour did to them growing up, he knows his stupid sister would vouch for him. Who would believe Endevour's villain son over the citizen daughter?

His anger quickly boiled down as he remembered he could vent to his younger brother. He always agreed when it came to their father. There shit talking sessions raging from Enji's farts smelling bad to the neglect he put the two through, it was never a bore when Natsuo was around and he's probably the reason Touya hasn't tried to kill himself.

He knocked on the door of his brother's room heavily, waiting for an answer while he heard shuffling inside. Natsuo opened the door and jumped out of his skin.

" Sorry I'm still getting used to how fucked your face looks," He smirks as he opens the door wider to allow him in, " you've been gone for a bit,"

"3 days isn't long. " Touya looked around the room, trying to figure out why his brother's room looked so bare, and why there were suitcases on the floor.

Gosh, I thought he was joking.

"So you two have found a place to stay?" He asked, referring to Natsuo's girlfriend. It had been briefly mentioned that he was looking for an apartment to live in with the rat-quirked girl before proposing to her. Touya was sure he'd get an invite but he definitely wouldn't attend.

"Yeh, yeh you don't expect me to stay here forever right?" He asked, laying on his bed, "I hate being in the same house as that guy, just pisses me off." He paused, Natsuo hated speaking about his father, it always caused random outbursts where he would find himself acting like a copy of his dad. He'd rather be the funny, calm and collected him, his girlfriend has grown to love.

"So what were you up to, I heard Hawks was watching you to make sure you don't die in the streets,"

"Yeh that's why I set him on fire, he got way too close this time,"

"I thought you liked having a babysitter?"

"He's too goddamn friendly, it pisses me off,"

Natsuo laughed, already beginning to miss his brother and reminiscing the years they could've spent together while he was in a coma.

"What about you?" Natsuo asked, knowing how hard it was for Touya to let go.

"What about me?"

"When are you gonna move on?" He was tired of seeing his older brother stuck in the same house for the rest of his life, constantly waiting for his father to pay attention to him and for his mother to stop being docile.

"When the bastard dies?"

"We'll get him in his sleep, pull the duvet over his head when he farts."

" His farts are deadly." They both laughed, eyes flicking around the room remembering all the conversations they had shared.

Silence again from both parties. Touyta slightly overthinking the whole moving-out situation. out of everyone in the house, Natsuo was his rock, always there to support him and now he was packing up and leaving for what, a girl?

" So the rat girl's stolen you?" He asked, it had a lot less venom than he wanted coming out in a sarcastic tone rather than angry.

" I stole her, trust me you'll get it when you get into a relationship,"

Touya scrunched up his nose, remembering the absolute shit he saw between his parents, and if he was honest, how horrible he thought everyone that wasn't him was. "It's not for me," He shook his head.

"You'll never know, if not you should think of moving out and moving on. I wasn't going to say but all this attention-seeking that you do with Endeavour is getting old fast and then you can also focus on other stuff, not just attacking heroes to piss him off with minor inconveniences. I just want the best for you and-"

" What?" He stands abruptly glaring at his rambling brother, " Natsuo the doctor with his perfect girlfriend, perfect college life and perfect house, thinks he can tell people what's best for them,"

"You're not seriously getting offended by what I've said?!"

Touya rolls his eyes and walks out of his room, he never really cared whether it was anyone else who said that since he was called a bum a lot, or a parasite that keeps sucking on the money of his family, but for Natsuo to say it, he almost punched the guy.

He was seething, at the point of attacking everyone and anyone just to get over the rage brewing inside of him.

Thank God for Shoto

It was always easy to find the hero in training since he was always, well, training. He would coop himself away in Endevour's gym trying to learn new combos on moves or build more muscle on his body.

As if a masterpiece like him needed more than a good quirk.

Dabi wasted no time in blasting his fire through the shoji doors of the room, hoping he scorched his brother.

"Touya," Shoto grumbled, annoyed that he had been interrupted by his forever-bored brother.

Touya peeked his head through the door a lazy smirk on his face like he was innocent of whatever crime Shoto was accusing him of. "What?"

Shoto rolled his eyes and decided to take a break, sitting on the floor to sip his drink.

"So this is what the next number 1 does? Makes everyone believe they're training when really he's lazing around." He taunted, walking into the room and kneeling in front of his brother.

"So you heard Natsuo is moving out?" Shoto asked, that same stoic look on his face. He knew Touya would react horribly to his brother moving out, he was always on the edge of a mental breakdown and Shoto feared that this could be the thing that finally pushed him.

"What's that got to do with what I'm telling you?" Touya hated the deadpan look Shoto always held on his face, he was jealous at how well the boy could hold himself together, unlike him who'd break down so quickly.

"You're being a dick."

"I'm always a dick,"

Touya felt a constant sickness and restlessness whenever he was around Shoto. The boy was stupidly kindhearted, he never understood how the boy forgave his mother, and he didn't understand how someone blessed with the perfect quirk, body and training couldn't beat him in terms of firepower.

"I'll help you train, that's what older siblings are for."

Shoto wasn't stupid, he had taken up on Touya's offer to spar many times and it usually ended with Shoto having to beg his deranged brother to calm down before he cremated him.

"I'll pass,"

"What you scared you're going to lose again?"

" Yeh," He shrugged, " leave now before I call our dad,"

Touya squinted, the mention of his father was almost provocative like Shoto wanted Touya to attack him. He allowed a blue flame to engulf his hand, pushing his palms forward and blowing flames in Shoto's direction again.

"You should block, or should I call Endeavour to come and block for you?" He taunted. He continued attacking Shoto, the emotional state he was in overruling any logic, as he tried to fight his brother again.

A tiny voice played in his head, one that wasn't loud enough for Touya to acknowledge fully, one that told him all his problems would be solved if Shoto just didn't exist. Shoto and Endeavour. If Shoto didn't exist, Endeavour would've trained him to become the strongest he could be. He would be the one getting all the praise in the family. He wouldn't have to rely on Natsuo to keep him company since he would be busy becoming the strongest. If Shoto wasn't here then everything good would come his way.

"Touya!" Endevour's voice boomed through the room, walking in on his oldest about to cremate his youngest, a tight grip on his neck while his other hand became even hotter.

"What?" He rolled his eyes, standing up from the floor, while Shoto gasped.

Endeavour couldn't deal with this stress anymore he couldn't handle everything that Touya brought onto him. He blamed himself before, but as Touya got older he had to take responsibility for his actions. He wouldn't admit it but the deranged tendencies Touya presented scared him, it chilled him to the bone and even though the guy was emotional, it was a coin that held a crybaby and the other that held a psychopath and Endeavour had enough of both.

" You need to leave."

"Yeh I'm going to bed now."

"No, I want you out of the house."

Touya stood confused his face a poker as he tried to figure out what his dad was telling him.

" What you're tossing me aside again, for Shoto?"

Enji's heart twisted, a sudden guilt filling his chest telling him to take it back. Now that he thought about it therapy would be a better option. "That's not what I meant I-"

"No it's fine, it riles you up seeing your failure beat your masterpiece." Touya swallowed deeply, not allowing himself to cry, he wouldn't cry in front of Endeavour, that would just prove he is the weaker sibling. "It's whatever I'll be in my room."

That night he ran. The family wouldn't have worked themselves up that much if it wasn't for the fact that the heroes didn't know of his whereabouts a week later. Hawks who was always available to keep an eye on Touya, for Endevour, couldn't find the guy in any of his usual spots and it panicked Endevour like crazy.

He hoped his son hadn't hurt himself again, he wouldn't be able to deal with that sort of stress again.

It was like he'd dropped off the earth, and disappeared without a trace.

Luckily halfway through the second week, Hawks managed to track Touya to a commune, refusing to tell Endeavour how he found the place. With the help of hero course students, they kept an eye on the place.

The heroes were shocked at the size of the place when creating a map of the community. How could something like this avoid being added to the maps of Japan? It wasn't like it was hidden well, the overgrown trees would catch the attention of hikers and the government so how did it skim the eyes of the public?

Hawks had managed to get some information on the place though. 7 teenagers about 70 years ago had banded together. Their parents tired of their villainous antics begged them to make it stop. To make all the assaults, groping and entitlement they held because of the wealth their families held stop.

They asked for one thing enough money to buy a plot of land and build a community like those hippies on TV. The ones who wanted no part in the stupid hero vs villain society, who wanted to live like long before it happened. They would pay families to live there as long as they followed their rules and got to sleep with their spouses. A lot of people accepted already living in poverty and needed constant stability.

Now 70 years later after murdering and branding those who would defy their rulership, they had the perfect little community and had also become villains in the mind of Keigo.

He took in hero course student Koji Koda for this mission, Hawks flying above the perimeter would alert, the residents while a bird wouldn't cause any suspicion.

He got the students Yaoyorozu, Shinso, Uraraka, Todoroki, Bakugo and Midoriya in addition to Koda to assist with the mission.

With this help, they saw the many laws being broken by the residents, the underage smoking and use of drugs and illegal cultish activity.

However, Koda had befriended a frog Amaliqah it was called. It informed Koda that it had seen a man that had been covered in scars that he had befriended his owner and every morning they would meet by the lake to talk.

The frog had described Touya as everything he was not: level-headed, kind though rude most of the time, he showed patience with his owner and was gentle with her. It differed from the Touya known for attacking first and then thinking later, who ran on his emotions and always had violence in his heart.

"Do you think that girl is his girlfriend?" Shoto whispered to Midoriya one afternoon when Koda mentioned your name again when asking about Touya.

"I thought he was asexual." Midoriya would answer.

"He seems to be.... calmer now, are we sure we should bother him, he seems happy there?" Shoto had felt guilty for the way his brother turned out, despite not seeing these experiences first-hand, it sounded as if Touya had become content, like he had found a reason to live other than trying to compete with him.

"I understand-"

" Your brother is a villain and from what I've been hearing everyone there are villains too, stop all that sappy bullshit!" Bakugou exclaimed. He was always pissed that Touya got special treatment, he had to make sure Touya got sent to prison this time.

"You're right," Shoto agreed, realising it was time for his brother to pay for all those people he hurt, even if he did see him as more than a villain.

"In two days, we will be making the arrests we should sleep early, he wants to do it in the cover of the night."

"Yeah whatever, have you spoken to Ponytail and Mind freak?

"!I thought Hawks was going to talk to them!"

"Yeah, but I wanted to get the train together....."

Shotto paid no mind to his friend's conversation, he was sure there would be a big fight tomorrow, if not with the residents then with his big brother.

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It was the morning of the fight. The heroes had scattered themselves around the vast trees, getting ready to break them down on Endevou'rs command. Shoto using his fire, Bakugo using his explosions, Momo using cannons and so on.

Hawks had taken the lead already flying into the community to the lake that this frog said he would always be at.

It was easy to spot the man with an unknown quirk and strange clothes flying into the sect. The fighters were on high alert after the punishment was put on Dabi, making sure he didn't call anyone to come and attack them or do them unjustly.

Yet it seemed like he had done just that.

The festival hadn't even had a chance to come to a close, yet here the heroes were gearing up to attack, without warning, Leilani used one of her plants to swat at the man. The trees 'waking up' as their roots left the ground branches moving like arms to swat and hit the man.

When the first tree caught fire, growing quickly along the bark scorching it and toppling it over, crashing into the lake, one of the residents let out a scream.

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le-velo-pour-dru · 1 year ago

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How was the concert?? Tell me everything!

OH MY GOSH OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. IT WAS AMAZING :D ❤️

So before the concert started and everyone was waiting in line, I got to meet the AMAZING @mayathexpsychic and @acaesic in-person!! :D 💖 It was amazing, they're both such sweet and cool individuals, and I had so much fun chatting and hanging out with them before the show. It definitely made the wait a lot easier and a lot more fun!! ^^ 💖

When we finally got into the venue, after some waiting, we got to see the opening act, Sego!! I didn't really know what to expect, cause I hadn't heard of them, but oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩❤️ They were so good!! 😁❤️ I'm definitely gonna have to look into their music, I enjoyed their set a lot ^^ 🫶

After that. oh my god. The wait for Dallon to come out was EXCRUCIATINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG IT FELT LIKE IT TOOK FOREVER XD I never knew what to expect when one of the songs that was playing faded out, or when someone walked onto the stage only to be one of the people helping to set up. IT WAS LIKE TORTURE, I NEVER KNEW WHEN HE WOULD COME OUT AND IT FELT LIKE SUCH A LONG TIME X'D 💔

BUT WHEN HE FINALLY CAME OUT. OMG. HE COMMANDED THAT STAGE. THE SHEER POWER AND CONFIDENCE HE EXUDED WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AS HE CONTROLLED OUR CHEERS WITH HIS HANDS. Also. HE LOOKED SO AMAZING???????????????????? HIS HAIR WAS SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AND HE LOOKED AMAZING IN THAT SUIT. NOT TO MENTION THAT. HE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE 🫢💘 LIKE. HE IS STUNNINGLY PRETTY. HE'S SO GORGEOUS FHXGVKFHXCGJHCXJCGFXJHCGGJXCCJVJCJCJCVC ☺️💘 AND WHEN HE TOOK OFF HIS SUIT JACKET AND STARTED ROLLING UP THE SLEEVES OF HIS SHIRT OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY 🤭💞 The moment that he first walked onstage to the first few songs are kind of a blur to me, cause I was. ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND XD I WAS GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL CAUSE THE REAL DALLON JAMES WEEKES WAS RIGHT. THERE. OH MY GOD XD ❤️ So yeah I don't really remember them cause I was losing my MIND over him during them 🤭💖

As for how the concert worked, things have kinda changed!! For one, Dallon did a lot less bass playing and a lot more moving around the stage as he sang. Mad IQs used to be special cause he ditched the bass and was just a lead singer for a while, but he did that for maybe half the songs of the concert!! And I'm not complaining at all, Dallon is very fun to watch as he moves around onstage, he has a lot of fun with it and is just very full of energy and charisma!! It's a welcome change in my opinion :) 💖 As for the backing musicians, things have changed too!! Anthony is still his touring guitarist, but there's a new musician too who. I wasn't sure if he was playing guitar or bass or both, but his name was Isaac Paul. There's also a new drummer too, whose name is Ronnie Strauss! Dallon didn't really talk about Ryan during the concert, which I think was a tasteful decision on his part, BUT. HE DID MENTION HIM ONCE 🤭 As he was introducing the musicians, he said, "Turns out you can afford more people when you aren't being stolen from." WHICH WAS SO ICONIC. OMG. IF YOU'RE GONNA BRING HIM UP, WHAT A WAY TO DO IT X3 ❤️ IT WAS SO FUNNY HFXJGCHXFXCGJXFCJGJGXGJCVXVJJGXGJCGJCVJCGJC 🤭

And can I just say, I love Dallon's charisma onstage!! He would talk in between songs, and every time, he was just so charming and personable, it was a lot of fun!! :) ❤️ He's so good at connecting with the crowd, I loved hearing everything he had to say ^^ ❤️ A couple of highlights include:

He asked us if we all had good Christmases, and when we cheered, he said, "Well, that's neat!" in the GOOFUEST voice. It was so silly X3 ❤️

Before Kiss Goodnight, he talked about having fallen in love with Breezy years ago and still being in love with her to this day, and he shared that they did, in fact, kiss goodnight that night. It was really sweet 😊💖

He said that that night, we were all his date, and he was our date (if we're into that sort of thing), which. MADE ME BLUSH AND GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET A LITTLE HEHEHEHE ☺️🩷 I WISH I COULD BE HIS DATE XFHGJJFXJGCXVJJCVVCJJCVCBJ 🤭💖

Before Choke, he gave a whole heartfelt speech about how much it meant to him that people came to see the show, and how amazing it is that the one thing unifying a room full of strangers is the music that they enjoy, and he finished it with, "Now, if you don't mind, choke yourself to sleep". IT WAS SO FUNNY FHXGJCHJCGXFJGJCXCJGJCCGJBC, HE'S SO AWESOME 🤭❤️

Anyway, moving onto something else: I don't tend to sing along with the songs during a concert, I prefer to just listen to how they're being performed. So while I didn't sing along with most of the songs, I had a lot of fun participating during the parts where he wanted the crowd to sing, like Social Climb and A Letter!! But the absolute peak crowd participation moment HAD to be Visitation of the Ghost!! 🤩💖 From where I was standing, it was pretty hard to see him during the crowd walk... BUT STILL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO EXPERIENCE A CROWD WALK LIVE OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG 🤭💖 That song overall is just. absolutely amazing to see live, it was a incredible experience and one of the best parts of the night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩❤️

AND. OK. I REFUSE TO SAY MUCH ABOUT DOWNSIDE, BUT. I LOVED IT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH 😁💖 I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but the vibes of the song were sooooooooooooooooo fun and I can't wait to finally hear it on the album!! 😄🩷 Speaking of which, he said a different Gloom Division song will be coming out in two weeks, and I can't wait to find out which one it is!! Maybe it'll be Kiss and Tell, he used that phrase during the concert, so. maybe that was a hint :o ❤️ That's just a guess though, idk what to expect X3

Anyway. It was an absolutely incredible experience!! :3 💖 Dallon is an absolutely phenomenal performer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😄🫶❤️ He's an incredible musician, he has a beautiful voice, and he has so much amazing energy and charisma up on that stage 😁🩷 It was incredible seeing one of my favorite musicians perform live right in front of me, I had so much fun, and I'm so grateful I got the opportunity to go see him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩💖 I had such an amazing time and I can't wait to see him again in April!! ^^ ❤️🫶

#dru speaks #thanks for the ask!! sorry it took so long 🤭🩷#i hope you don't mind that it's this long of a response hehehe X3 💖 i had a lot to say!!#asks #greytoafawlt

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my-beloved-lakes · 3 months ago

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1, 4, 5, 10, 17, 19 for Forever, and 1, 5, 9, 15, and 19 for White Collar?

Forever:

1. what got you into this story?

We have @ghostlyarchaeologist to blame thank for this one. Saw them posting about it several months ago and was actually in the mood to try watching a new TV show (which is rare). Out of all my mutuals, I think I trust them the most to have good taste in TV, so I decided to give it a try

4. assign this story a hyper-specific genre name, e.g. "inspirational religious semi-horror sci-fi western" (yes, that's Trigun)

Um... Idk I'm bad at this. Romantic comedy modern-fantasy crime-drama?

5. do you have a favorite character? who?

I mean they're all so great it's hard to choose but I gotta say Henry, followed shortly after by Abe.

10. if you made an amv about this, what song would you set it to?

@we-have-a-flying-sword pointed out to me the other day that Twenty Long Years by Lord Huron reminded her of Henry. It's not perfect and there are other songs that might work better, but it's a song I love and I do think it works really well.

17. compare this story to your usual tastes. how does it differ from what you've already enjoyed?

Honestly, aside from the fact that it's the first show about a medical examiner I've seen, it's pretty on brand for the kind of shows I like. Nice balance between funny lightheartedness and serious stuff.

19. pitch an idea for a sequel or spinoff novel for this story!

Gosh! I think it'll be a long time before I stop fantasizing about this show getting a reboot. I guess a reboot would start with a recap of what happened immediately following the last scene in the show. Then like, just more of the same I guess, only now there's more trust and transparency between Henry and Jo. I'd like to see them get together. It'd be a long time coming, but they had to wait till they had all their individual issues worked out.

White collar:

1. what got you into this story?

It all started with the show Chuck actually. Matt Bomer played a character in that who was pretty easy to dislike but at the same time I wanted to like him. I just couldn't. Later I decided to look him up to see if he was in anything that looked interesting where he played a more likeable character. I found White Collar and remembered that one of my sisters had said it was pretty good so I started watching it.

5. do you have a favorite character? who?

As I'm rewatching it now I'm remembering how much I love Sara Elis. But also Elizabeth Burke is and always will be absolute wife goals! Mozzy's great too... and Neal. I love a lot of them, really.

9. give the most UNHELPFUL and/or SILLY summary possible.

Tired FBI agent tries desperately (and kinda fails) to keep his crime child out of trouble.

15. what time are you most likely to be found reading/watching this story? (time of year, time of day, season of life, whatever makes sense to you)

Time of day: evening or night cuz I almost never watch TV during the day.

19. pitch an idea for a sequel or spinoff novel for this story!

I don't know what they have planned for the reboot that is actually happening but in a perfect world: Neal found Sara in Paris. (That's why he chose Paris, duh) (Wait she did go to Paris right? Idk it's been a while since I've seen it. I could be miss remembering it) And they are now living happily as a semi-normal couple. Neal is using his unique set of skills and knowledge to help Sara with her insurance recoveries and also doing a little crime on the side. Mozzy has found Neal and is there helping out and encouraging Neal to do more heists/cons. They keep in touch with the Burkes and visit them in the states all the time. Peter let's the world continue to believe Neal Cafrey is dead cuz he knows Neal deserves to be free and that's the only way for that to happen. But any time he needs help on a tricky case he'll call Neal for some unofficial help.

But Honestly I don't want there to be a reboot or spinoff. I liked where it ended and I feel like bringing it back now is a bad idea cuz it'll ruin what, in my opinion, was a satisfying and happy conclusion. I'm really not jazzed about the fact they're working on bringing it back, especially since Willy Garson won't be in it. What's the point without Mozzy!? And apparently Hillary Burton won't be in it either, so that ruins my idea stated above.

#forever abc #white collar

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hils79 · 1 year ago

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Hils Watches Oh No! Here Comes Trouble - Ep 12

Wow I can't believe I'm on the final episode already

Oh, wait, is that the dude who fell pre-credits in the first episode? That feels like forever ago

Wait, that was Pu Yiyong's grandad as a young man? And he survived that fall??? I'm so confused. Is this also a flashback telling the story of an earlier flashback? Because Pu Yiyong was not there at the end of the previous episode.

Aww Cao Guangyan wants to move into forensic medicine. I love that Pu Yiyong is subconsciously helping his friends figure out what they want to do with their lives even while he's questioning his own

God, this is so fucking sinister now you know who he really is

Yes, I won't mention that I've killed at least two and probably a lot more children

Okay, I know this is a supernatural drama so logic doesn't apply but cracking him over the head twice with a metal object would have killed him

I've just realised I've seen gifs from this scene, or a bts or something. So glad I'd forgotten about it until now because that's a pretty major spoiler. There's still 30 mins left so I assume magical plot stuff will happen but, fuck, Cao Guangyan's face

God, of course he has to 'die' so he can see his dad. I'm bawling now. Fuck.

Jesus fuck Cao Guangyan is screaming. This is horrible.

God he's got Pu Yiyong's art in his phone case I cannot

Gosh how long has he been in a coma for this time? His hair is so long

This poor woman. She's lost her husband, her father-in-law and now her son is in a coma for the second time

Aww that's why they call her One-per. She's in the 1% of people who fail the police entrance exam

God, I love them so much. Telling Pu Yiyong he has to wake up so he can finish his comic

Aww yay Cao Guangyan's dad finally opened a business that's a success

Sobbing at all the spirits he helped telling him to wake up. Also, I still lowkey ship them.

GAH THAT WAS SO GOOD! I mean I'm bawling my eyes out but sometimes a good drama be like that. Everyone who recced this to me was correct to do so

#hils watches #hils watches oh no! here comes trouble #hils watches twdramas #oh no! here comes trouble #twdrama

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verecunda · 1 year ago

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aaaa! 1, 7 and 8 for the choose violence thingie please! :D

Eheheheh, thank you. :D Sorry this took so long, apparently my days of struggling to write coherent sentences are coming to a decided middle. >.>

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Every character ever exposed to prolonged fanon. I'm going to chime in on behalf of Aegnor here. The number of times I've seen people call him spineless or stupid for breaking things off with Andreth, and I'm like, no!!! Part of the whole tragedy of their story is that his reasons were very understandable. No one else had ever been in their situation before! The peace didn't last forever! Personally, I think it was the wrong choice, I think he should've just gone for it and damn the consequences, but it but it was an understandable, sympathetic choice. He wasn't spineless for not wanting to drag her into danger with him. Where I fault him most is that he clearly didn't manage to explain his reasons sufficiently to her, because years down the line she clearly feels snubbed because of Elven snootiness, and it needs Finrod to chime in and assure her. (AIKANÁR THE SHARP-FLAME LOVED THEE!!!!!) But his actual reasons were heartbreakingly valid.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Gosh, I don't actually know!! I don't think there are any characters in Tolkien that I truly can't stand, and since I only got into the fandom a couple of years ago, I'm fandom-old and fandom-cynical enough that I could guess the sort of hot takes that would be swirling around the characters I'm neutral-to-negative on (eg. Fëanor, Maeglin) so I made a pre-emptive decision not to go near those corners of fandom. XD

But that's no fun for a Choose Violence meme. So I will say I have have bouts of getting irritated about the popularity of Fingon. I don't even dislike him - as someone who grew up very close to my cousins, but ended up growing apart and am forever sad about that, his reasons for going to rescue Maedhros actually struck a real chord with me - but... I don't know. But apart from the rescue episode, I really don't care that much about him, so his fandom fave status does have me sometimes sitting in the corner going "...why tho?"

Also the neverending trial of being someone who loves Maedhros but doesn't ship Russingon. Sorry, Fingon, you're gonna have to bear my irritation on that score, too. It's all just amounted to giving me a kneejerk reaction of, "Fingon, can you kindly fuck off please?" XD

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Answered that one here. There are probably others, but none I can think of at the moment!

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

#meme #fandom wankery

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baerverteidiger · 6 months ago

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My DJ Character in Beatmania IIDX.

In the United States, you can go into a "Round 1 Arcade" and purchase a Konami E-Amusement Card.

This "E-Amusement Card" is used to keep track of ALL of your "scores and data" when playing games like "Dance Dance Revolution" and "Beatmania IIDX."

When I use my "E-Amusement Card" on Beatmania IIDX EPOLIS... The game generates a currency called, "EPOS" that I accumulate every time I reach achievements or hit milestones.

As you accumulate EPOS in game... You can then spend the EPOS to unlock items for your "DJ Character."

Your hard earned EPOS can be spent on different things like... different hair styles, different outfits, different props to hold...

I've been playing Beatmania IIDX EPOLIS for a very short time, but I have accumulated a bit of EPOS...

I posted this photograph, because...

This is my fully optimized Character in Beatmania IIDX Epolis.

Out of all the customization pieces available...

These were the most desired things for me to obtain.

I must admit... The shuriken and kunai look... menacing....

But!!!

This option is an ABSOLUTE MUST HAVE ITEM!!!

Why? (You might ask...)

I am playing a badass mf'ing Japanese Arcade Game...

My mf'ing ninja better have some badass japanese weapons at his disposal! Ahahah!

Nah though...

I am playing a japanese game... I thought the shuriken and kunai were tight af.

You can buy all kinds of stuff with the EPOS... for girls they have dresses and outfits of all kinds! Gosh... I could see a girl really getting into optimizing their character buying all the different collectible items...

Truthfully... It's cool for men to customize their character too. They have a variety of different swords and staves (plural of staff.) They have silly items like mammoth meat (looks like a giant piece of meat on a bone.)

Anyway...

I decided to try and optimize my character as much as I wanted...

As of right now... I have obtained MOST of the items I want for my character.

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Believe it or not... I have tried reaching out to Konami to see if they would add facial hair options so I could add them onto my character.

I even sent them a photo of myself if they wanted a customization option reference...

Anyway... who knows if the people at Konami will even care...

It was worth a shot...

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Anyway...

This is my character.

I got a chance to optimize him the way I wanted him.

DJ BAER..

( I made it onto the Beatmania IIDX Leaderboards this week.

I achieved a sightread AAA. Meaning...

I got a AAA on my very first try. Never seen or played the song before.

I got a "Star" for qualifying high enough.

Look up my name on the Weekly Ranked Song DAZZLE ATTACK on Beatmania IIDX EPOLIS.

DJ BAER..

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The score on the Weekly Ranked song is my sightread score...

If someone was able to see my play count for this song... You'd see that I have only played the song once.

Imagine if I was sponsored and had a machine in the area to play on the regular. I could retry the weekly ranked song a couple of times a day and probably increase my score...

The cool thing is... I won't replay the score, because my score was a AAA sightread. I want that score in the records for good. :-)

Actually... There is a lot more to the story... but.. that's enough for now...

I just got back into playing Beatmania IIDX. Last REAL time of playing was back in 2006-2007... I dabbled here and there, but.. Last real time was forever ago...

I started to use Flickr as an image dump site for my gaming archive, but.. truthfully...

I don't trust their platform. Seems... unstable.

Anyway.. here's a link to see more of my recent IIDX Scores...

Remember.. I haven't played Beatmania IIDX MUCH since 2006-2007.... Over a decade ago...

Greener pastures..

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shoggoth-the-bitch · 10 months ago

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Scavengers

I have 10 episodes left, have wasted my whole day, and have work in 7 hours. Let's do this.

Who is this? What's happin-

Oh? "Private contemplation" you say? You suddenly have my full attention. Hold on, I have to check something on Ao3...

I'm disappointed in this fandom. Oh well, let me just...

Alright, where was I?

"The tunnels do have a tendency to echo." Oh my god! How many times did it come up do you wonder?!

Wait! They said they have a cult or something? Is this them?

"First name basis with the profits..." I'm sorry, they're profits?! That's hilarious, actually! Also, Jon being a smartass here is actually really funny to me.

They can sleep here. That would make me so happy.

Wait? Okay, I've seen some stuff for TMAGP (spoilers) and I know Celia apparently comes back in that series and she's the girl who talked to Martin in episode 100. The one with the bad ghost story and who he gave money for coffee. I'm sure it will come up later in the episode but honestly an A+ choice on the writer's part.

Oh, maybe you shouldn't tell them this part?!

Oh? They know each other? From therapy? Can't imagine she has the best mental image of Jon then?

Yeah, was wondering when the- Oh god the tape recorders refuse to be told no today... Stop acting like this is Jon's fault!

I was gonna make a quip of "Only seven people, you didn't even get one from each fear?" but apparently they lost a bunch of people and that is very sad actually.

The implication that the tape recorders seem to like Martin is interesting. It reminds me of Jon saying that the Eye is fond of him a few episodes back. I can't help but wonder if that's because the Eye finds him particularly interesting or capable or if it more because Jon loves him and thus the Eye kind of loves him too?

I'm not sure why but the concept of something eldritch and vastly beyond human comprehension being fascinated and possibly in love with a human is actually kind of scary to me in a way. Like, I made a post forever ago about fan translation of Uzumaki, where the characters said something to the effect of "It's like the Spiral is in love with you." and that had fundamentally changed the story and it perspective for me at the time. Because something that thrives on fear and chaos simply can not express love in a way that's human or even really safe to interact with. Case in point, Jon is one of the Eye's favorite humans and look at everything it's put him through so far.

This is all to say, if that is the direction that the story is going and the Eye is actually in love with Martin to come extent then all I can really think is "Oh god no."

Anyway, unpause.

Yes, thank you! Stop being blaming Jon for this shit!

A convenient fear that's a never ending supermarket? What fear would that even be? Like, I've worked in customer service so I guess that would be a constant and unending nightmare for me to have to go back to but interesting that it might have been enough of an issue for it to have it's own place at the end of the world.

Wait, yeah, where is the Admiral! He's just hanging out in a Hunt domain, I thought those were just memes! I'm actually really sad about that!

More of the tape recorders following Martin then... Okay, Melanie, you don't gotta be mean... Melanie, you were always this way...

Your therapist thinks your the chosen one. Weird...

Ah, that's cute...

"One of the profits chosen to walk the end time unscathed," and "the anti-christ's plus one." Aren't you two just a pair?

Yes, fantastic question! How?!

A Spiral maze? Of course a therapist would fear madness.

Gosh, that's awful! So they just explained the fears to these people and they took it in a religious way. Oh, I hate the thought of that actually! Like, what happens if you start to worship after the fact? Can you become a chosen of the fears after they've already won, I wonder?

Melanie, you lied to them, I'm guessing? Damn, okay. I'm guessing it gave them at least a little hope? That's good I guess? Yeah, this doesn't seem great.

Oh, Melanie, you are tragically sweet. Martin, you are also tragically sweet. I wish you both the best.

Okay, this is a hard conversion... Daisy, I miss you still. Basira too!

"Careful of Helen." She says. You don't say hon? Yeah, don't worry about that actually.

Yeah, I liked her too... Okay, Martin you can't just drop "Jon killed her" like that on someone and give literally no warning. Pace yourself bud!

I would argue that- I am very curious who Aaron is?

Uh? This person sounded a lot like Helen for a second and I almost went "Oh god no!"

Fair enough...

Hello Aaron? I don't know if I like you but okay... Sorry, hon, no gods of hope.

"What do you know about poetry?" Well he is dating a poet... "Nightmare Strider." That's a fun title-

"I do not want a poem." Damn Jon. Why is everyone in this hellscape either tragic or just mean?

Jesus Jon, you're becoming way more of a dick?

There was a lot to take in from that episode. Like, wow. Melanie and Georgie are profits, Jon is a prickly disaster, me wondering if the Eye is overly obsessed with Martin or if I'm just interpreting the series wrong, I have another new fic to read, just wow...

#the magnus archives #tma #live blogging #episode 190 #long post

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deepperplexity · 2 years ago

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*needs a moment to fucking breathe*

Darling... Darling, darling, you BEAUTIFUL SOUL 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️ I'm ugly crying and smiling now (well a few minutes ago while trying to breathe, but you know) and I just adore you... I was actually a little scared posting this because I legit cried while writing this piece... I've watched the fanedit probably 15 times just today and I just cannot comprehend we can never have that perfection 😭 So, yes, I had to make you hurt along with me a bit 👉🏻👈🏻♥️♥️♥️

I'm so so so so happy you feel as I do, they aren't comparable, it's completely different things but they fucking hurt - why does my brain torment me with endless fics like this? Why do I torment myself writing the damn things?! (Because I love it, but you know, I gotta whine a little bit 👀🙈)

AND YES! THAT'S HIM!!! SPOT ON DARLING! He mad at me all the time 😂😂😂👍🏻 Not my fault he uses his 5 freebies so fast, you know?

And excuse me while I snivel and try to stop my bottom lip from quivering at the creator comment you made... So true, this community is everything ♥️ The creators and the consumers both, but especially for me it's the creators and consumers who interact - that's when magic happens ♥️

I've never seen it, but I want to - in french actually - but I will forever only think of Mina's edit when I hear that song, and the lyrics are such perfection for it too 😭👏🏻

Gosh, I'm so happy to see you here with me.. I was so worried this fic would reach out or be up there in terms of emotions as I had such a vivid movie of it my head and I felt like I could never ever truly do it justice but this comment of yours - all of it - makes my heart dance and sing tbh ♥️ THANK YOU SO MUCH! ♥️♥️♥️

And i-, well I-, gosh, please darling... I'm so happy you feel like that regarding my notes. I truly mean the words too. I really really do. And yes, hate-love me darling, I crave it 🤭🤭🤭 When writing emotional things like this I don't think there's better praise to have than you: I HATE (AFFECTIONATELY) YOU 😂👌🏻🫶🏻 It's perfection 🙈♥️

And yeah, I've been body slammed a few times this year tbh, it's been rough - it is rough, but I'm also trying to stay positive and do my best. That's all one can do. And I'll never give up, I'm a stubborn one 👀👍🏻 Besides, how can I give up when I have people like you in my corner? Impossible. And as you now know we don't meddle with the impossible but focus on what we can change 😉♥️

And, yes? Obviously? If I so have to write at 4am through out December and live on caffeine.

Thank you again for the love darling... It means the world to me and to see you here, just a few hours after I posted this, despite it having been months since RICKMAS2022 makes me feel so utterly thankful ♥️♥️♥️

Prompt: 24. Christmas Party

Pairing: Is there even one? It’s a secret… Read and find out, much like unwrapping a Christmas gift, no?

POV: Second, Reader [+First, Narrator]

Setting: Your home, kinda? More secrets I guess…

Continuation of: 23. Cherishing Joy (and 23 + 24 of RICKMAS 2021)

A/N: This fic, well, my late-night brain surprised me… Remember how I said I couldn’t possibly top the final fic of 2021? Well I think that may still hold true (it was so good last RICKMAS, wasn’t it?) HOWEVER(!) I still managed to come up with something COMPLETELY NEW for the final fic of this year and I seriously hope you will like it, gosh, I don’t know what to do if I disappoint you with this one… If that’s the case, I’m sorry RICKMAS 2022 didn’t end how you thought but for me, with all the new beginnings 2022 offered I find it rather perfect with something old turned into something new. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this during the decade I’ve been writing and reading fanfiction. Tell me if this has already been done and where I can find something similar if that’s the case please 😂

I’m very sorry I’m five months late… I promised I’d finish this, so here it is. Something different, something new yet old, something I hope will make you ugly-cry but in the end make you feel warmth and joy 💚

As always I have to take certain liberties with the Reader Character, or I can’t write a functional story, but I hope I’ve managed to make the right choices for the majority of you — like having an undying love of Snape for example 👀 And I usually avoid involving other forms of media directly but part of this fics creation is a fanedit I saw a long time ago that I to this day find to be absolute perfection, and it also happens that it’s something that not only brings me immense joy but fucking terrible pain as well since it’s an impossibility. And this fic, this story, is about just that. Accepting you cannot do anything about the impossible but you can find joy in this life and the possibilities within it — even if there will always be things we wish to change and things we cannot see ourselves.

I’ll let you get on with the fic, after all, you’ve waited for months 🙈😅💚

Tags/TW’s: Honestly, there’s no real warnings beyond this fic being emotional af and based on the real you…

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 6.5k+

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 // LINK TREE

You bolted upright. The little blue star glowing atop your table had come from nowhere. It just appeared, out of thin air. You clutched your wrist, feeling the strings from last year beneath your palm. Again? You thought and the joy which shot through you mixed with terrible dread. You remembered the pain from last year, the tears and the goodbyes. The horror of having to leave them all behind, knowing they had all been waiting for you to arrive.

But then there was the purest of joy, getting to hug them, see them, talk with them. It had been more than you could ever have dreamt of. So, it wasn’t really strange that you reached for the star with trembling but quick fingers, was it?

It unravelled, unfolding itself in your hand as if it were made by paper. The faint blue glow turned brighter as the star disintegrated into glittery dust floating into the air. You watched with wonder while I felt my entire body morphing, this is not gonna be pleasant, but what wouldn’t I do for you, darling.

Your eyes widened before a scream left your mouth as I appeared. “You’re-, what-, who-, you’re Helena Bonham Carter!” you shrieked while I coughed out some universe dust. “You know, travelling between dimensions is not comfortable, do you remember that awful feeling of falling upwards?” I asked, tugging on the puffy sleeves of my sparkling white dress with tiny hands before flying over to the window. The darkness outside offered me a hazy reflection.

“Oh, well, this is a rather pleasant form,” I said with a voice not my own. “You’re-, you’re a fairy?” you asked and I turned mid-air, my little wings flapping behind me while the huge dress swished about, all sparkles and shine. “I think, you may have conjured me as a fairy godmother, doesn’t Miss Helena play that role in Cinderella?” I asked while floating forward, being a miniature version of a human. “I conjured you?” you asked and I nodded, a glittery wand appearing in my hand while my dress turned even shinier. Now, I couldn’t very well begin explaining the ins and outs of magical creativity or the flow of magic, nor the many layers of the universe or the way a wish in one world may be granted in another. That was too frikkin much to get into - and you looked kinda shocked, still.

“Next time, try thinking of someone less, umh, puffy, if you don’t mind, darling,” I said with a smile and I couldn’t help but adore the confused blush creeping across your cheeks. At least you seemed to relax a tad more. “Did I fall asleep?” you asked. “Nope, not at all, I can slap you if you want to make sure?” Your hands shot out into the air. “No, no, I’m good, I’m all good,” you protested while I fluttered down to stand on your table, pushing at the leftover glitter with my shoes.

My mannerisms seemed to take after those of the person whose form I was in and I quite liked Helena’s ways of moving around a lot and always doing very loud expressions with her face, very much like myself in my own world. I shook my wand, sparkles coming out of it after a few waves. “There we go,” I said and plopped myself down on the edge of the table, dangling my feet. “Well, sit, I’m gonna strain my neck if you stand like that.” You flopped down on the couch faster than I had expected.

“Thanks, now—” “I’m sorry, but who are you if you’re not her, or a fairy godmother?” you asked and I tilted my head, a tad offended truth be told but I guess the question was valid. “Plex, obviously, who else would I be?” “You’re Plex?” “Well yeah, I don’t look like this usually, but magic is strange and I think since you conjured me into this world I had to take on a form you would find comfort and safety with, one of the rules of magic that’s summoned. The summoned can’t really choose their form, it’s complicated, shall we get on with it?” “With what?” you asked, looking confused yet again. “You’re heart’s wish of course.” “My-, what?”

I sighed and got myself up (not bloody easy when wearing an enormous dress you know). “So, every heart has several wishes, one of those wishes got me here,” I began while pacing over the table, “and given I’m here it has to be a creative wish about Alan Rickman, that’s the wishes I grant, so what’s your wish about him? And no, I can’t get him back or allow you to see him - he’s quite the angel though, I must say, and he’s fantastic at dinner parties, always entertaining.” “You know him?!” you shrieked and I stopped, looking at you in that bored way of Helena’s. “Well, obviously, how do you think I manage to get all his characters so on the nose? Pun very much intended, mind you,” I said with a smirk. “He’s a terrible co-writer, by the way, being a director and all that, so I only allow him to give me five comments per work and that’s it. He’s still rather pissy about me killing you off at the end of Death’s Judge you know,” I continued with a pointed look toward you, “but he’d already used his five comments for the last book, so, whoopsie-daisy, what can you do?” I half giggled and half sighed while shrugging my shoulders in that distinct way of Helena’s.

I looked around, allowing you a moment to stop gaping at me. “This isn’t really festive, is it?” I flicked my wand, getting the sparkles to work again and drew it all around the room, making Christmas lights, candles, little figurines and even a gingerbread house appear with a skating little elf on a mirror made to look like ice. “Much better.”

You were still gaping at me when I turned back; I sighed. “You know, we don’t have all night so what’s your wish darling?” I didn’t mean to be rude but the magic would only last for an hour, and the sooner that hour could start the better I could make that hour for you. “I-, I don’t know,” you said. “Sure you do, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before you shook your head. You seemed all out of sorts and even if I could feel your wish I couldn’t grant it if you didn’t tell me something about it. So, I floated about the room for a moment longer while your eyes followed me. It was strange being seen by you. Usually, I was the one watching and none would be the wiser about it — ever.

“Tell you what,” I said and flew up to your face, “what do you wish for most regarding Alan? That he’d said something specific? That he had worn some specific clothes?” I asked. “Well, no, not really. I just…” “Yes..? You what?” “Oh, I just wish there was more of him, you know… Like, just, more. He left us too soon and now there’s nothing left I haven’t seen of him. And, he should have played more parts like Turpin and Snape, you know, the dark and truly brooding type with a streak of callousness almost. He does-, did those so well and I wish there had been more.” “Well, there you go then,” I said with a smile while twirling away from you, feeling my magic pulse and sizzle within my veins — my creativity already running away with me when my eyes snagged on your bookshelf filled with knick-knacks, figurines, books and movie-related items. There was the standard Harry Potter merch too of course, but that was not what my eyes got stuck on.

“A Disney fan, are we?” I asked with a smirk, feeling things fall into place. “Well, yes, who’s not in love with Disney?” “True, true, very true,” I admitted while nodding and thinking, the tip of my wand tapping against my bottom lip.

THAT’S IT! “This whole time-, but of course! How silly of me,” I chided myself with and turned back toward you with quite the mischievous smile — Helena truly has the most marvellous expressions, perhaps I should take on her form more often? “Umh, what? What’s silly?” “Oh, don’t you worry, darling. Plex has this in the bag! Now, let’s see, we’ll need, some sparkle, some… twirling, annnnd-, there!” My wand turned into my magical pen while the inkhorn, glowing a marvellous shade of purple with red mist coming from it, plopped into existence right at that moment.

My hand instantly began filling the air in front of me with sparkling words. I couldn’t believe the luck of having to grant your wish, the magical force of creativity always the most strong and powerful when shared and wished for by others.

“You still have the strings around your wrist, good, good, good,” I muttered to myself while glancing toward you, your wide eyes seemingly enchanted by the glowing letters quickly turning into sentences and paragraphs mid-air.

“Remember last time you had to hold your breath?” You nodded eagerly. “Well, you might wanna close your eyes and do just that in three, two, one!” I flicked my pen, slashing the air at the end of a sentence and was pulled out of your universe when my creativity alone took over, catapulting you through time and space, sending you to another world nearly identical to your own…

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Not again! You thought and cinched your eyes while barely having enough time to inhale a deep breath. The pulling around your stomach, the feeling of falling upwards just as horrendous as last year.

You gasped for air as your feet hit the ground. The world spun for a second longer before you managed to open your eyes only to scrunch your eyebrows. “What in the world?” you asked out loud while looking around your own home, your own living room. Yet, it wasn’t. There were little things out of place, small objects you didn’t recognise on your shelves, the windows a different shape and the curtains a different shade than your own. Same colour though.

The TV was on, some strange talk show with a Christmas theme to it. You didn’t recognise the woman who seemed to be the host. Not that it mattered, you were too busy wondering why you felt at home yet also didn’t. Why there were no posters of Snape on the walls or why the room lacked all the details, merch and fandom creations you’d had of him in your true home. Where is-, is this another-, why wouldn’t I have Snape everywhere? Oh god, no, don’t tell me there’s a universe where Alan didn’t play Snape?!

Your reactions made me smirk as I hovered next to you, unseen once more. I was there, but you would never know it. I was waiting, with my heart fluttering as I listened in on your nearly panicked thoughts.

Applauding erupted and your eyes got snagged by the TV. There he was. In the flesh, with his distinct smile and that gentle waving he always did when walking up on a stage or passing fans. Alan Rickman. Alive and well. You gasped as you sank down on the couch, your body instinctively knew where it was while your eyes were glued to the TV.

Your hands went to your mouth, staving off another harsh exhale. He looks… older. Oh my god, he looks older! Tears formed in your eyes while you watched Alan take a seat opposite the host, still smiling widely with more wrinkles around his mouth and eyes, slightly longer and more white hair than before and his belly was there. He was rounded and healthy looking, no sign of the cancer that stole him from your world.

“What a greeting,” the host said. Alan chuckled and your heart stuttered. “Quite the welcome, indeed,” he said and your brain seemed to falter at hearing him speak, new words in a new manner in a new environment. “But we’re not here to discuss greetings and the amount of love the world has for you and your phenomenal character portrayal, are we?” the host continued, her dark eyes alight with appreciation and a hint of wonder while she viewed the man you loved above all else.

Alan chuckled on screen, leaning back and then laughing a bit louder while he gave the audience and camera a direct look. Oh god, he’s alive… He’s alive and well and… happy. “So, now, to the question we’re all wanting to hear your answer to,” the host said while she leaned forward and Alan gave her his attention while you leaned forward as well, entranced by the screen and in utter havoc at seeing him once more.

“Is it a Christmas movie, or isn’t it?” the host asked and your mind got flung to Die Hard, the scene where Alan entered the building with his goons and you giggled at the fact that even in other universes this appeared a question that was repeated time and time again, every December. You knew he’d say no but you couldn’t wait to hear it, hear his voice in this new manner, even darker and slightly raspier than in your world as he was now seventy-nine — six years older than he’d ever be in your world.

Alan’s laugh pulled you out of your remembrance. “Angelika, must we do this every year? My answer remains the same, darling,” he said with a smile and your mind screamed like a school girl at hearing him use the term ‘darling’. The host, Angelika, smiled and asked him to indulge her. “It’s not a Christmas movie,” he said, “it will never be a Christmas movie.” “Yet every year, on the twenty-first of December it plays on television,” Angelika said with warmth in her voice while Alan shrugged and did that specific little lifting of his brows.

“I mean, what sort of Christmas movie has nothing to do with Christmas?” Alan continued while the audience laughed. “There’s fire, death, a manhunt and all sorts of un-Christmas-like things, not to mention the backlash about the romantic interest he took in her, and in this adaptation her of him.” “What?” you asked out loud, sitting up straighter while Angelika nodded and agreed with him. “What romance? What woman?” you asked the TV as Alan leaned back in his seat.

The host turned toward the camera. “Text us a yes or a no, tell us what you think, is Paris In Flames and Lust a Christmas movie? Is this upturned, distorted live adaptation of the classical story a must for Christmas to be complete for you?” she asked the audience and camera and you had no idea what movie she talked of. There was no movie like that in your universe.

“Angelika, honestly, how could a movie about a judge falling in love with the thing he hates the most be a Christmas movie? He kills her and himself in the end, it’s more the retelling of Romeo and Juliette, a tragedy, than that of the Hunchback Of Notre Dame that’s about freedom,” he said and your entire body stiffened. Your heart hammered, your mind turned utterly quiet and the world seemed to hold its breath along with you. As if time slowed down as realisation dawned on you.

“I’m sorry, Alan, but I think you’ll be outvoted on this one,” Angelika laughed along with the audience’s clapping in agreement. Alan simply laughed and shook his head. “I’m grateful for the love this story has received though, with its darker theme and twisting of the original story it nearly feels like the untold story behind it all,” he said and the audience cheered anew, chanting Alan’s name with love.

“Well, we’ll see what the voters say in a few minutes. First, we’ll watch one of the numerous fan edits sent in for this celebration of Paris In Flames and Lust’s twentieth anniversary!” The crowd erupted in cheers while the camera zoomed in on Alan, his warm smile unmistakable. He was flustered and honoured, you knew all his expressions and the way his eyes darted between the crowd and the host had your heart in upheaval.

And then the sound slowly died out, the sound of a song you’d never heard before began to play, the male singer singing in French as the screen went from black to an array of colours, a woman dressed in the most beautiful saree, laughing and moving in slowmotion across the screen while colours were thrown and her face was split in absolute joy as the music turned louder. That’s-, no way! Deepika?! Oh my god, she’s-, is she Esmeralda?!

There was dancing and scenes of people, Notre Dame, a pope and finally, Alan Rickman… you were glued to the TV with tears streaming down your face as you watched the most beautiful fan edit you’d ever come across. The fact it played on what appeared to be national television fried your brain. This was not your world, this world was… better.

The music turned intense and you were lost to the story unfolding before you like a summary of the movie you would never be able to see in its entirety. But the edit had you in its grip as it tore at your heart with it’s beauty, the thought of having something new of Alan, of him playing the brooding, calloused and broken character you so loved him as. The screen lit up with colours and you sobbed as you watched…

[Watch THIS edit by Mina Le Fay before continuing]

Your eyes were brimming with tears, my own heart ached at seeing the pain-mixed joy you were drowning within. But you kept watching the TV as the talk show returned with a roar of applause from the audience as the camera swiped over them before landing back on Alan. I’ll never see it… You thought as he stood and bowed on the stage right before the crowd roared as the camera zoomed over to Deepika Padukone. Alan stepped toward her and they met with a deep embrace while the crowd went wild.

They spoke but the microphones didn’t catch the words and then Alan led her by her hand to the seat next to his. Your heart twisted, her beauty was striking even without the costumes and adornments she’d worn in the movie — which you’d only ever see that perfect adaptation of.

Angelika began speaking with the both of them but you cried and looked through the watery haze as Alan smiled and laughed with Deepika who seemed more than happy to see him again. Professional care and perhaps a friendship between them. He looked so utterly happy and well, so perfectly healthy and joyous. Just how you always pictured him. He was perfection and he was alive.

“So, Alan and Deepika,” Angelika said while you snivelled and swiped at your cheeks to rid you of the overflowing tears. “I’ve heard a rumour,” she continued and smirked at the two who both shared a look — as if they knew where the conversation was headed. “Go on, ask,” Alan said as you drew a shuddering breath. “Is it true you two are currently in the middle of producing the origin story of Judge Turpin where you, Deepika, will play the woman who got away in his youth?”

Your eyes widened, the TV was utterly silent as Alan and Deepika shared another knowing look. “Indeed,” Alan said, “but you have been slightly misinformed. As this tragedy did so well, we decided to do another. So, as you can guess, Deepika will play the woman Judge Turpin loved wholeheartedly and—” “Alan, you’ll spoil the ending!” Deepika said with a laugh while she grabbed his hand. “Oh, the ending is already out there, even if few have read that intricate story. I’m still rather surprised by it, and it being out there in such a way. Freely available… Nothing but passion for the art, just the type of writer I find most enjoyable to work with,” Alan said while the camera zoomed over to Angelika’s shocked face, her mouth agape while staring into the camera. “Not another word, Alan,” Deepika said with a smile and shake of her head and Alan chuckled. “Very well.” “What? NO! Tell me!” you shouted at the TV, desperate to figure out what he was talking about, but the first string around your wrist glowed. No, no, I need forever in this universe!

“Well, we shall all wait eagerly for that story to come to the screen, but do tell, who will be playing the young Judge Turpin?” Angelika said with a gleam in her eyes, hungry for information just like you. “We’re not allowed to disclose that yet, you must wait and see,” Deepika said and you wanted to scream. You needed to know.

A loud knocking came from the door and you jolted. What the— Another round of knocking. “Come on! Open up!” a female voice called, the sound muffled by the closed door. You didn’t recognise the voice though. “(Y/N),” she called out and knocked again, harder. “You’re so slow! I KNOW YOUR GONNA WATCH IT!” Whatch what? You wondered as you snivelled and wiped at your tears as the talk show was cut for commercials.

You walked over to the door, trying to calm your breaths and raging heart. Should I pretend I’m not here? You wondered but there was a pull within you, a sensation that told you whoever was on the other side loved you and was important to the you of this universe. “I swear to god—” another round of banging “—open this door right now! You’re not watching it without me!” the voice shouted and you reached for the handle while I watched with bated breath to see your reaction.

You pulled the door open slowly, but it got pushed open as a woman you’d never seen before entered in a rush. Her hair swished about her face, and her clothes looked worn and perfectly comfy. Much like your own clothes. “What took you so long?” she asked as she dumped a whole bag of snacks and drinks on the floor.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do? What do I say? You wondered as panic crept along your veins. She just stared at you, her beauty absolutely striking and the gorgeousness of her body — despite it being hidden behind puffy clothes — made you wonder how someone so perfect was in your home. What kind of universe you’d landed in where someone like her obviously had a close relationship with you.

“You’re always so quiet, I swear to god you were broken as a child,” she said with a deep sigh but there was love in her sweet voice, and care. The genuine kind. And as you stared at her, not knowing what to do with yourself she sighed and grabbed the bag anew. “Come on, it’s starting in two minutes,” she said after having glanced at her wrist and you simply nodded, not understanding the emotions that were bubbling within you. They were so warm, so familiar, so unknown.

As you closed the door she made her way into the living room. When you arrived she’d already covered the table with all your favourite snacks, your favourite drinks and some strange candies you’d never seen before. Perhaps they don’t exist in my universe?

“(Y/n), I swear to god, if you’re gonna just stand there and look at me like that I’ll kiss you to snap you out of it. Why have you been crying anyway?” she asked and you blanched. Was this a partner in this universe? Was she someone super important? It felt like it, in your heart. It felt like the woman looking at you was beyond important, but there was a barrier there too. As if the you in this world loved her and it transferred into you but you were from another universe so perhaps the sensation was yours but not yours fully?

“Don’t tell me, you watched the Angelika Realm show?” Your eyes widened. “Ha! I knew it, you’re such a sob, love.” The woman shook her head and laughed, but it was again in that warm and caring manner. As if she loved that about you. But you hadn’t cried for the reason she thought, no matter what reason that was. “Sit your ass down, it’s starting,” she said and you obeyed, sitting down on the other end of the couch as she switched the channel on the TV.

The Fox Century intro filled the screen and your eyes flicked between it and the woman on the other end of the couch. She was just so beautiful and you felt a lump form in your gut, a knot of worry too familiar for you. The comparing started that very same second, the doubt of yourself consuming you while you tried to focus on the TV and not all the things perfect with her and wrong with you.

“God, I’m so excited, every year it’s the same but still, I can’t believe I get to do this every Christmas with you,” the woman said and you looked towards her, only to find her staring at you with a wide smile. “I know it’s selfish, given why you’re not with your family, but I’m so happy I met you… someone who understands the— THERE HE IS!” she shrieked as the both of you looked at the screen just as Alan appeared on screen dressed in a frock coat version of Disney’s Frollo. He was absolutely stunning and warmth churned within you while the hurt and pain stabbed at your heart.

“Fuck me, he’s perfection,” she said and sighed happily while positively ogling the screen. It made you giggle, that spreading warmth taking over more and more while your eyes watered at seeing Alan Rickman in something new, something perfect, something dark and perfectly suited for his portrayal. “What you giggling for? You’re a bigger simp than me,” she laughed and threw a pillow at you. You caught it just in time.

“You know, having you is like the best gift from the world, ever.” Her words were sincere but spoken in a passing manner as she reached for a snack from the table. As if it was something obvious, something she said often, something you were already supposed to know. I’m lucky in this universe, you thought as you hugged the pillow. “You okay?” she asked while your eyes got hooked by the TV, showing Alan walking through a giant church while choir music began to play softly. “I’m-, no sure,” you confessed. Not knowing what to say. You were all over the place and the feelings of real life mixed with those of the other you. “Are you already imagining the scene where he burns her? You’re like an hour ahead in the movie!” HE BURNS HER?!

Your head whipped around, the image of Deepika as Esmeralda burning on the stake filling your head. “Why are you looking at me like you didn’t know? We’ve watched this like twenty times, and for the past five years on Christmas. You’re so emotionally invested it’s almost scary,” she laughed. “God, I’m gonna have to hold you through your bawling this year too when he takes his own life, aren’t I?” she asked and your mouth plopped open in horror.

Alan’s death roared in your veins, the loss of him filling you to the brim as he began to sing on screen. You were instantly entranced as he sang about righteousness and civility, about being in God’s eye and under his command. His baritone voice was perfect, the music effortlessly consuming, and the look of severity he held his features to was absolute perfection. He was made to play Judge Frollo. And I won’t witness it all, I’ll never have that, never ever… The thought was stark and hurt something fiercely as you watched the movie unfold before you.

Tears wetted your cheeks, your teeth biting down on your lower lip. You wanted to bawl, wanted to scream and shout how unfair it was that you’d never have the life of the universe you were visiting. But I knew, deep down I knew you loved the glimpse of the world where he was alive and well. I knew it was painful, knew it would torture you, but also give you a small relief — seeing him again, fulfilling your wish even if it could never truly be granted fully. Death was permanent. No amount of magic could ever undo it.

“He’s so beautiful,” you whispered as the song came to its crescendo. “Perfection,” the woman next to you whispered as you were both enthralled. “I can’t wait to see him in Death’s Judge next year, gosh, he’s going to be perfect… Even if it won’t be many scenes. You know, given it’s the history of him. I bet they’ll only have a few scenes at the end tying it in with Sweeney Todd. But I’m glad it’s Tim Burton doing the movie, I just know he’ll make it perfect and we already have tickets for the première.” We do? I’ll— No, I won’t… Fuck, I hope you know how lucky you are in this universe, you thought as you clutched the pillow even harder.

You blinked, your eyes widening as the dancing Deepika entered the scene, her depiction of Esmeralda pure perfection. You gasped as the scene switched, showing Alan anew, showing Frollo gasping at the view of the dancing beauty — him falling in love at first sight. It was beautiful acting, perfection as always. The story was different from the original one, not a real retelling but an adaptation.

You snivelled and a warm hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you swiftly toward the woman whose name you didn’t know. But in her arms you felt comfort. “You’re such a baby, love,” she whispered and kissed the top of your head with the sound of a smile in her voice. Your whole heart fluttered and hammered but it wasn’t truly your emotions. It was false yet true, confusing yet so absolutely clear.

You sank deeper into her, relaxing in her embrace as you watched Paris In Flames and Lust unfold, nearly forgetting for a moment it would all be ripped away from you, not remembering that the words spoken through the speakers would never ever be hard again for you.

The second string around your wrist began to glow and you jolted, bolting upright as reality sank its shiny claws into you. No, no, no, not yet! “What’s the matter? You’ve never reacted to this scene before? Don’t tell me you’re getting hot for Phoebus too. Come on, we watched one fanedit of him and Frollo and you’re getting all jolted now?” “No, no I-, I have no time,” you exhaled as you wrapped your hand around your wrist, pressing the strings into your skin while you tried to burn the image of Alan as Frollo into the very fibres of your brain. “No time? We have all the time in the world, what are you on about?” “I—” Can’t tell you… Fuck, I don’t want to leave. This feels so right. “You’re acting weirder than usual, I love your weirdness but—”

The world began to spin around you. The TV blurred and the hands grabbing your shoulders were barely there. You couldn’t focus your eyes on her when the whole room looked as if it were breaking down, piece by piece. No, no, no, not yet! I need more time! This feels perfect, I-, I need more time! Plex! Give me more—

All air left your lungs as the hands holding your shoulders fully disappeared, you were falling upwards, your limbs being tugged in different directions while your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. The sound of Alan singing about love killing him came and went in waves as darkness pushed and pulled at you. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see but you felt it all.

I watched as all the souls of you in a multitude of universes passed through you. Every life of yours that wasn’t truly yours exploded in an array of sensations, burying you like a tidal wave. I used every ounce of magic I had left to protect you from the sensations — but it was a common occurrence. Travelling through universes meant passing others by and souls all across the multiverse in its endlessness were connected.

You left my sight as the darkness opened up and swallowed you whole. You were back where you belonged and my power depleted, my magic consumed. “Good luck, darling,” I whispered to the darkness as I was pulled downward uncomfortably and cast back into my own realm.

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You gasped for breath, splayed out on the floor in your own home, while everything hurt like hell. Your entire body ached and for a moment it felt as if you were too full. Images flashed in your mind of things you knew you had never actually seen. What was that? You wondered as you sat yourself up.

Everything came rushing back in one swoop. The universe you had visited, the things you’d seen and felt, the love another human had for you, the life of Alan, the new views and sounds you’d been granted.

You cried. Cried and wailed as you shook on the floor, holding on to the memories. It felt like dancing over a minefield, as if any second it all could be ripped to shreds. Taken from you. But it had been real. The string around your wrist was more than enough proof as the third string, from the last star of last year, glowed in pulses. The wonder of that other world still lingered, the hurt and joy as palpable as the floor beneath you.

The realness of it, unlike last year’s adventure, made it hurt even more than the loss you’d felt back then. Last year it had all been surreal, fictional. This was real. There was a world out there where you were loved deeply, accepted fully by someone who understood and he was not only alive but healthy and happy. There were words he’d never spoken in your world, characters he’d portrayed that you’d never know about, movies he’d starred in that you’d never see.

Sitting there, among the remnants of memories, made you feel beyond hollow. Abandoned and alone. There was no more of him in your world. But I got this one hour… I-, I got these memories that aren’t ever going to last, you thought while you drew a shuddering breath and wished with all your being you could have been the you back in that world.

Little sizzling sensations erupted over your skin, everywhere clothes didn’t cover it, and you looked up. Little sparkles floated down from the ceiling in a glittery rain and dissipated as soon as they made contact with something. You looked around through the haze of tears while your lips trembled.

The sparkles began to fall upwards when they made contact with something, becoming a dense mass in the centre. A glittery ball twisting in on itself. “What in the—” your words were interrupted as words began to form midair.

In this world, he’s gone. In this time there is no more of him. Even if it hurts, do not foolishly wish for another life when yours is so precious. The world you just visited may appear as a form of heaven. But did you not see? Your undying love of Snape did not exist. The fanart you adore was nowhere to be found, because in that world you never joined the community. You never went online and found the friends you now have. You never met all the people you love, who love you.

There may be things you wish were different in life, there may be things you hate and writhe in pain over. But do not let the bad overshadow the good. There are things you have done — caused — that you cannot see. How you saved her, how you made him feel seen, how you made them smile — and you’ll never know it. Just like they do not know the way that fanfiction made you feel validated, how that fanart spurred you to confess to yourself you enjoyed a controversial ship, how that fanedit made you bawl your eyes out as you realised you were not alone in your fancasting… Think of all the things you’ve felt thanks to others without letting them know, do you not think it’s the same the other way around, darling?

Do not wish for another life because of something you have no control over. Change the things you can, and evolve in a manner that makes you happier. Have care in your heart for yourself and do not dismiss the good of this life in times of hardship and pain. Do not dismiss your importance in this world even when it hurts you. There is only this life, and it’s yours for the taking. So live it, love it, accept what you cannot change but do your best to be part of the bettering of this world even when you cannot see the difference you yourself make. The only thing permanent in your life, is you. But that does not mean you cannot have a permanent effect on someone else, just like Alan has had on you…

Thank you for changing the world with your existence. Yours through the multiverse, Plex

You exhaled a deep, shuddering breath as the sparkles burst into a display not unlike fireworks before all of it disappeared in a soundless burst. You snivelled and wiped at your cheeks. This is nothing like last time, you thought while you hugged yourself. The remnants of the love you’d felt in the other universe slowly dissipated. Quietly turned to nothing.

You squeezed the fabric over your chest, tried to inhale deeply as you lost the sensation of your other self in that other world. You waited for the loneliness to come, for the hurt and sense of loss to take over. But the sparkling words were etched in your mind. You couldn’t ignore them. The feeling you waited for didn’t take hold. Somehow, you felt warm. Despite being alone, despite being the same you as before, despite having seen what could have been that would never exist in your world. You had something else in this world. You meant something else in this world. But you meant something, were someone, as others here were to you. And that was more than enough for a smile to stretch your lips…

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hoonfever · 2 years ago

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𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒿𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑒𝓃𝒽𝓎𝓅𝑒𝓃

“if you dream about someone every day, rumor says that they’re your soul mate! and once you find each other, you’ll be happy and in love forever!” is what friends and family would always say. questions about one’s dream are extremely common, especially from grandparents waiting eagerly for grandchildren.

sure, you have someone you dreamt of often, but he’s no more than an imaginary friend. he’s funny, weird and attractive (unrealistically so) — so you can't help but doubt if he really exists.

“hey, dreamboy!” you call out into the empty space in your mind. you fell asleep half an hour ago, and immediately thought to call out to the strange imaginary boy who consistently showed up in your dreams.

“y/n? you usually show up later than this, what’s up?” dreamboy, aka heeseung, asks as he appears beside you suddenly.

“is a girl not allowed to visit her friend earlier than usual?” you ask jokingly and he laughs, nodding thoughtfully.

“i guess so, but now your cutting down my y/n-free time.” he feigns sadness and you playfully shove him.

“i have a cold, that’s why I’m here so early.” you admit and heeseung smiles, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“get well soon, i guess? you’re not sick here so i’m not sure what i’m supposed to say-“ he admits and you smile back at him, before noticing that your surroundings had changed.

“huh, we’re in a forest today… and there’s a pathway.” you observe and heeseung smiles excitedly.

“let’s just go check it out! it’ll be fun, i promise.” heeseung says and you sigh.

“fine.” you agree reluctantly before he grabs your hand and runs with you into the forest.

“y/n!” your friend wonyoung's voice rings from your phone, and you smile. she always made to call every morning to check on you, which you always appreciated.

“hey wonyoung. i'm running a bit late for work, please stall for me." you say to the phone as you run towards the bus stop, which seemed a lot farther from your home than usual.

"got it! i'll see you when you get here, y/n!" wonyoung responds, and you open your mouth to thank her but find your face pressed into an extremely toned chest. you hurriedly push yourself back, and end up flat on the floor.

"ah- are you okay?" the tall man asks and you look up at him to grab his hand when you see-

heeseung??

"oh, yeah! it wasn't that bad of a fall, haha." you grab his hand and he pulls you upwards, before looking at you quizzically.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere." the boy says as he gets slightly closer to your face.

"me? haha, probably not. i just have one of those faces." you respond with an awkward laugh. he clearly can't pinpoint where he's seen you before, so you won't remind him.

"oh well. i've met you now, at least. i'm heeseung." he introduces himself and you mentally facepalm. you were hoping he'd have a different name.

"i'm y/n. nice to meet you, heeseung." his name slips off your tongue too comfortably, and you fight the urge to slap your hand on your mouth.

"are you sure we haven't met before? you seem a bit too familiar for a stranger." heeseung looks at you curiously again, before chuckling and shaking his head.

"never mind. i'll drive myself crazy if i keep trying to figure out where i've seen you-"

"y/n?! i can't stall forever, you know!" wonyoung's voice startles you and you hurriedly lower your phone's volume.

"gosh, wonyoung! i thought you hung up already! i'll be there now." you respond before hanging up and sighing.

"i gotta go now. i'll see you when i see you-"

"take this before you go, so we can keep in touch.” heeseung hands you a torn piece of paper with what seems to be his number.

"thanks, i'll message you after work." you shove the paper into your pocket before turning to run.

"wait, y/n. do you plan on running all the way to the bus stop? I could just give you a ride to work, you know. my car is just down the road."

you want to deny the offer, you really do. but you're exhausted and already late as it is.

"thanks so much, heeseung. i'll pay you back for gas."

"you don't have to do that. I'm just doing a favour for a new friend. no need to pay me back." heeseung swings his car keys around his finger as he starts the walk to his car.

the car ride was quiet. not a word was said other than asking if the temperature was alright. you waved heeseung goodbye and work went by as usual. your boss didn't yell at you for being late, which was sadly the highlight of your day. (not much happens in your life, so the small things mean more). you walked out of the coffee shop for the night and check your phone. it's 6pm. the walk home will take you maybe half an hour and you shrug. you can't wait to get home and sleep. you take in a deep breath before starting the walk reluctantly. maybe halfway through, your phone rings.

it’s heeseung.

you had messaged him during your break to make sure you got the right number, and he told you he’d call after work.

you didn’t think he was being serious about it though.

"hey y/n!" you hear his voice through your phone and smile. you wonder if the heeseung in your dreams is the heeseung you're talking to over the phone.

"hey, heeseung. what's up?" you ask as you sit down at the bus stop patiently. the bus should be here soon.

“not much, i’m about to-“ he stops suddenly and you check if you accidentally hung up.

nope. he’s still on the phone.

“is that you? at the bus stop, i mean. are you at the bus stop right now?” heeseung asks and you frantically look around. how could he possibly know where you where… unless he were a-

“i’m not stalking you, y/n. a friend just got back from the u.s. and im here to pick him up.” heeseung reassures and you hear the sound of a car door closing and the ‘beep’ of it locking.

“are you getting out of the car?” you ask and heeseung nods in confirmation.

“yeah, the bus is arriving soon. im gonna hang up now, seeing as im about to come and sit next to you.”

“oh, okay-“ the phone call is over. you can hear heeseungs footsteps now as he approaches and he lowers himself down into the seat beside you.

“you don’t have to wait here, you know? i don’t mind giving you a ride home.” heeseung offers and you shake your head.

“i couldn’t. im already here anyways.” you respond and Heeseung chuckles.

“you have no idea what time it is, do you?” he says and you immediately check your phone and gasp.

crap.

the last bus is the one that’s about to arrive, and it isn’t taking any more passengers for the evening.

“this is the last time. i can’t keep getting rides without paying for anything.” you say and heeseung nods.

“next time, you can pay then. happy?” he says with a smile. before you can respond, the bus stops right in front of you and the doors open noisily. you can tell which of the passengers is heeseungs friend just by how he looks. he clearly has an amazing sense of style, and is undeniably attractive. heeseung and his friend share a hug and what seems to be some playful banter. for some reason, seeing heeseung and his friend beside one another forced your brain down a rabbit hole it struggled to get out from.

“heeseung is so much cuter than him though.

why am i comparing them in the first place?” and so on and so on. you pull out your phone as means to distract yourself and it works.

“wait, this is y/n?” heeseungs friend whispers and heeseung slaps his arm. this grabs your attention instead.

“shut up, dude. she might hear you.” heeseung responds.

“sorry, sorry.” is the last thing you hear from either of them until heeseungs friend has his hand outstretched for me to shake.

“i’m jay. nice to meet you.”

that night, you aren’t in a hurry to fall asleep. what if the heeseung in your dreams is the real heeseung. and how would you know for sure anyways?

“‘sup” a notification appears at the top of your screen from an unsaved number.

“it’s jay again. i got your number from heeseung 😎”

“don’t respond btw. don’t save my number either. i just wanted to tell you that heeseung dreams about you, all the time. if you dream about him too, that would make him feel complete… sort of. that’s all i have to say. now goodnight. heeseung is waiting."

“y/n.” seeing heeseung here after seeing him in person is quite disorienting. his smile is the same, his hair is the same, his lips are the same and his clothes are the same. what exactly was different about this place?

maybe you were scared here. you were so brave when you thought heeseung was just a figure of your imagination, not someone you’d ever come across…you thought he didn’t exist anywhere but in your own head.

but he does. and that makes you scared. you could deny your feelings before you knew he was real, but looking back on it… you’ve been in love with heeseung all this time. he walks towards you slowly before taking a deep breath in.

“look, i did remember you. and i know you remembered me. seeing you in person… it didn’t change how i feel about you. it’ll never change how i feel about you. i really like you, y/n.” he confessed and you can’t help but smile,

“god, i wish you liked me too-“ you interrupt him by pressing your lips against his, moving your hands up to his neck as the kiss deepens. it doesn’t last long though. and you’re okay with that.

“our surroundings have changed.” heeseung notices as he pulls away from the kiss, holding your hand sweetly.

he was right. you’re now in a field, filled with beautiful colors from the flowers growing below. heeseung lies down and you join him, resting your head on his chest.

“so i guess the whole soulmates thing is true then.” heeseung blurts out and you nod.

“yeah, dreamboy. i guess what they said was true, wasn’t it? but you know what? i’m happy with this. and i feel like i’ll be happy like this, with you, for forever.”

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A/N: this is my last fic until my hiatus is over!

#lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen x reader #kpop fics #kpop x reader #enha #enhypen #kpopidol #kpopccc #heeseung x you #heeseung x y/n #heeseung x reader

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silly-little-soul · 2 years ago

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A/N: This is a repost from one of my Wattpad accounts, I wrote it forever ago; there’s a bunch of grammar mistakes and it’s generally not very good

(Requests are open)

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Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif)

Format: oneshot

Characters: Stella, briefly Felix (relationship not specified but it's friendly)

Type: crack, slight comfort, I’m not sure tbh

Reader info: 1st person, no 3rd person pronouns

Warnings: some swear words, d/ath related mentions

Word count: 1628

Proofread: no

Summary: after a long day you hang out with Stella

The door clicks as I turn the key Felix gave me. As I open it I am met with utter chaos and while it isn't a surprise to find his study in such a state it still earns a loud groan from me. That is really not something I wanted to deal with today. I flop down on the small sofa and sigh. When Felix asked me to get one of his books he didn't mention I'd have to fight myself through such a mess to find it. The day was already stressful as it was: Sage needed to get bailed out of some trouble, I was assigned the reappearing Saaros-lotion-situation (we stocked up on lotion and thought it as solved but apparently you 'can't use that lotion with these weather conditions'), I unfortunately ran into Felix right as he was searching for someone to test a new spell on and Anisa somehow talked me into taking some of her chores today while she's on some mysterious mission.

I should've just told Felix to get his stuff himself, but no, I thought "how bad can that one little task be compared to all the shit I already did today". Honestly I should've expected something like this from him. Not that I'm mad, it's just frustrating to think I spent all day doing stuff for people that they just see as a small favour while I am completely exhausted with all the crap I did for them.

Little no-big-deal snowballs add up to an avalanche burying me in stress and tiredness.

I'm happy to help out best I can but heck, some appreciation would be nice. But today no one seems to pay attention to me at-

"Meow?"

I turn my head to see two big green eyes staring right at me. Well, maybe someone does after all.

"Let me guess.... You want food?"

Stella jumps on the sofa and stretches.

"Hard day, huh? Yeah, me too. Everyone seemed to need help with stuff! You know how annoying it can be to do things for others and not get the recognition you think you deserve. I mean, you've been protecting this place for, actually how long is it? Years I'm sure. I've only once seen Felix even touch you and..... actually, I don't think I've ever seen anyone feed you? Do you even eat?" I laughed lightly "Well, at least that's not what you want from me then. Don'T get me wrong, I would've fed you! I just did so much today already and now I also gotta find that book somewhere in here, gosh I just wanna have dinner and go to bed. It's exhausting to be busy all day with none of it even being for yourself, and then not even being sure if you'll ever get anything back..... do you think I'm being selfish?"

I once again turn my head in her direction and am met with her very confused expression (though... maybe that's just how her face looks?)

I groan at the realisation I'm talking to an undead ball of fluff right now.

"Alright, c'mere zombie kitty", I say as I pat my lap.

Felix has warned me often not to cuddle with or even touch her but hey! She's a little cat. Yeah, she's undead. Yes, she's got some weird super dangerous demon-thingy in her. Yup, she has eaten spirits in my presence multiple times already (wherever these came from). But hey. She's small and fluffy.

After a moment she obeys, making her way on my lap. She curls up there, her stub moving slightly. I rest my hand on her, almost gasping.

"You're so soft!"

She looks up, as if questioning what I said.

"Yes! You're so soft!", I started, switching to baby-voice. "Especially considering that, you know, you're a corpse and all. Such a fluffy little princess! So sooooft. And adorable of course! You're very- geez do you ever blink?"

She kept staring at me a bit longer before I carefully guided her head to lay back on my leg.

"Aaaalright. Yknow little one, you're really awesome. You're doing a great job. You're an amazing little demon cat."

I start stroking her back with my fingertips, afraid to scare her away. When she moves I'm already worried she'll leave, but instead she stretches across my legs to reveal her belly to me. Her cuteness almost makes me squeak, but what actually makes me is how soft her belly fur is.

"So sooooft", I whisper yet again as I pet her, mesmerised by her fluffiness. As I give her little head scratches for a change she slowly reaches out for my sleeve with her little paws. I quickly move my hand a bit in amusement, making her move quickly in an attempt to catch it.

Thinking a moment I remember the ribbon that still lingers in my pocket (for whatever reason), pulling it out with a quick movement that makes Stella basically jump up.

"Heeere kitty kitty kitty", I say smiling as I move it around, leading to Stella sitting in my lap while her front paws are stretched towards the ribbon above her.

It's like she's possessed.

Haha.

Comedy was always my strength.

Half lost in thoughts I don't even notice when I pull the now-cat-toy a bit too far, only realising my mistake when I hear Stella land on the floor with a thud.

"Stella?" I look over the sofas edge, seeing her lay still with her face turned away from me. "Uhm.... Stella?" I gently tap her back but don't get any response.

Shit, did I break her?

I panic as I realise she isn't breathing for a moment before remembering that of course she doesn't, she didn't before either.... I think.

Just as I'm considering getting Felix she quickly turns her head and grabs the ribbon I no longer paid attention to from my hand and scurries away with it.

I just stare for a moment before chuckling in disbelief. "Clever puss. Is that what Felix meant? You're really evil, huh?" Stella lays a bit further off playing with her new prey and I doubt she's listening, but I continue nonetheless. "Oh, you need a villain name! Something good. Nothing boring like LoRd Of ShAdOwS (lord of shadows), like what kinda name is that? It's always just something with shadows or darkness and then that boring Lord. 'Dark Lord' this 'Lord of Shadows' that, these are so boring!"

I notice Stella is now looking at me like I have her full attention. I still with pride at the thought of her considering my monologue interesting.

"How about.... Furry death? Fiendish floof? Cutie of destruction?" She meows, though I'm not sure if it's in approval or not. Before I can think of another terrible villain name for her she turns away and jumps up the small table, knocking down some papers placed on it by a messy necromancer.

I get up to place the notes back, stacking some of them up to avoid further chaos. Right, the book. I've been gone for a while already, I don't wanna make Felix wait too long. Skimming through the books still on the shelf I notice quickly it must be laying on the floor. I try to make my way back to the sofa to work myself through the mess from there, but accidentally knock over a stack of books.

"Nah shit!" Stella jumps up at the sudden noise, making me sigh yet again. "I'm sorry, Stella."

After a moment I suddenly feel something softly pressing against my arm. I look to see the little cat put her head against me, now looking up at me.

"Meow"

She almost sounds commanding.

Her little paws carry her down the table and across the floor, where she circles a book with what seems to be some notes and an old cup of tea on it. "Hm?" I Walk over and carefully put papers and cup away, to reveal the very book I was searching.

"You found it!", I cheer as I take Stella into my arms and lift her up. "Thank you, little monster." I nuzzle my face into her back. She's. So. Soft.

Just as I'm about to give her some more cuddles the door opens again.

"Ah, here you are."

I look up to see Felix in the doorway. When he sees Stella in my arms his face turns concerned. "MC-" before he can go on with what definitely would've been a lecture about how Stella is dangerous she jumps out of my embrace and hurries away, distracting Felix for long enough for me to change the subject.

"Er, I got your book. Sorry I kept you waiting." I quickly grabbed it from the floor and made my way over to him.

"Thank you."

"Not to be rude but I think I should get going, find something to eat somewhere and then just head to bed."

I go to move past him, but he stops me.

"Actually, we made dinner"

Huh?

"We, Uhm, kind of talked and noticed you helped all of us out today so we thought we'd give something back to you."

My heart warms at the gesture, a smile spreading across my face.

"That's so sweet of you guys..."

Felix smiles and motions for me to follow. I turn around one last time, looking at Stella.

She blinks at me slowly, and I return the gesture.

So she does blink.

"MC?"

"Ah, right!" I quickly close the door behind me, catching up with Felix to eat whatever kind of dinner him and the others made.

I'm glad the thought is what counts, cause I doubt it'll be actually edible.

#Fictif #fictif last legacy #last legacy #last legacy Stella #x reader #gn reader

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