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Noting that the abandoned amusement park and generally the deserted planet is H:SR Kaeya's personal ( and temporary ) all-in-one purposes hideout.
Inside the park, a small hut that seemed to have been an habitable space has been seized by him in case of heavy rain- he has brought in a coffee and pop-corn machine, a rice cooker and some pots and pans, along with a small four-ways stove. There's a small stack of instant noodles and rice to be cooked in the cupboards, as Kaeya only brings fresh food to cook when he has to stay a while, and the only bed present in the building has been decorated with his brand of nest-bed, with a couple more soft blankets thrown atop of it. There's a few books scattered across the pillow-circle that he has been reading, too. A projector of red and blue galaxies has been carried inside and is on the nightstand next to the bed, ready to be activated at all times.
On the table there's a couple of notebooks thickened with observations he made and intel he got from which sources to keep score of where he is with his progresses, a couple of planet maps with heavy scribbling across the edges, and photos that he took and printed. There's scattered origamis around the maps and papers filled with his elegant writing, a pair of his thermal gloves if he ever needs to change them.
In the small, pristine bathroom, there's a couple of products for extremely soft and silky hair and funny shaped soaps that have been consumed to the bone. And a plant named Margaret on the small fogged window looking outside.
Kaeya would rather avoid staying cooped inside, and he very much prefers staying in his light blue, giant teacup to watch the stars as he falls asleep. However, in case of heavy rain, he doesn't have much of a choice.
#from another realm â (ooc)#you no longer know me; shrouded in the fog of mystery â (H:SR V. Headcanons)#i love shaping his little universe#blows a kiss @ terios. for our thread ⼠im feeding u info on dash as we speak
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(Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett) I think Shang Qinghua and Ponder Stibbons should have tea and compare notes about somehow accumulating so much behind-the-scenes power by doing menial jobs no one else wants that they could basically run the show if they wanted...
meanwhile we have Shen "meh good enough" Qingqiu
#svsss#shang qinghua#shen qingqiu#sqh#sqq#cumplane#discworld#my art#sqq 100% knows how to delegate meanwhile sqh is here trying to run a sect a demon kingdom and juggle a bunch of secret conspiracies#his little rodent heart is going to explode from stress at this rate no qi deviation necessary#i'm gonna need to draw sqh more i really don't know what i want his design to be yet but i like him a lot#if anyone has any sqh drawing prompts send them to me i need some ideas to play with (WITHOUT SPOILERS THOUGH I'M ONLY ON BOOK THREE)#i was scrolling back to see the last time i had drawn cartoony cursing to remind myself which shapes i like to use and wow#it looks like it's actually been a while??? it surprised me because i really love drawing them#i laugh any time i see them in a comic#anyway what are the odds i reread unseen academicals again before the month is through? highly underrate pratchett novel imho#variations of this quote is actually used a few times in the discworld series i think but this is the one that stands out to me#when stibbons reveals just how much power he actually has at the university#*chefs kiss*#the wizards are so dumb i love them so much
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this game has consumed my every waking moment, have a sif
#in stars and time#isat#isat art#my art#its a universally acknowledged fact that if a character's hair has a HINT of curl to it i WILL make it More Curly. i simply cannot help it.#anyway! this is based off that one official art. yknow the one.#i dont know why he has his dagger out but i REALLY wanted to draw it so. there it is. its such a fun shape#also im glad i didnt post this last night because i realized at like 2 am that i forgot the little wear lines on their cloak and hat lmao#expect more isat art to come! i have so many ideas!#i love this game for alot of reasons#but im especially grateful its managed to kick my art brain back into gear after so long of zero motivation
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I decided to draw a mob psycho AU for my OC's. Ended up being more of a "how would the pressures on them currently translate into the mob psycho universe" but it was fun. I'll write out the details under a cut and maybe include some ideas of how they could interact with the MP100 crew.
Astyanax and Sisyphus:
Astyanax is an internationally famous teen psychic, and Sisyphus is his manager. Anyone who's anyone in the psychic world knows who he is, and he gets interviewed for teen gossip magazines all the time. Astyanax goes to a fancy private high school, but most of his life is controlled by his manager.
The Odd Goth Family 2 (Aka Thanatos, Theia, and Than's unnamed adopted sister):
Theia runs a moderately successful fortune-telling and exorcism business. Thanatos is in high school and works for her part-time. He's a bit of an edge lord, and tends to get into trouble at school for his odd appearance and unwillingness to blindly follow the rules. He's also psychic, and has similar issues to Mob where he fears hurting the people he loves with his powers, as he lost his last family when his powers went awry. Than's sister is a Paralympian, and does a lot of work in TV sponsorships and giving motivational speeches when not training.
Interactions with MP100:
I think these characters might be introduced in the Mogami arc as psychics that the rich guy hired to help his daughter. Astyanax and Sisyphus would leave as soon as they could. Theia and Thanatos would probably stay with Reigen and Mob to do what they can to help. Astyanax would then probably play a role in Reigen's arc where he sees in Astyanax and Sisyphus a (bad) parallel to himself and Mob. A dark future vision of what could become of their relationship (or might already be happening).
Unfortunately they don't add much to the themes of MP100 so I don't think that they'd be anything more than side characters. But something that would be really funny is if Than's sister does some one-off work with the body improvement club in like season one or something and by season 2 or three she's introduced properly as Than's sister.
#also i'm trying to rework sisyphus a little bit because old people are often fat in some way and i need to work that into his body type#so expect him to be a bit inconsistent while i work out how to get the best storytelling out of his shape#oc art#mp100#kind of#don't expect too much of this this is incredibly self-indulgent#i love thinking about what my silly little guys would do in other universes#also if I should take this from the mp100 tag i will happily do so#since there's not really any mp100 characters in here#crossover#that's a good tag for this#original character#original characters#oc#ocs#my ocs#just spamming the oc tags lol cause i kinda want this to have reach
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COFFEE!
âI think I'm past obsessed at this point, there has to be another word in the dictionary that tops obsessed.â
Synopsis: in which a hopeless romantic falls in love with the man of her dreamsâŚ
Pairings: boyfriend!jeongguk x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship.. non idol au
Warnings: literally the most sappy thing I could have possibly written, was listening to âcoffeeâ by miguel while writing, theyâre such a gentle love, reader is a book worm, Jungkook likes drawing (doodling) plus points when his drawings are about oc, mentions of their first time having sex, usage of book quotes (read nltm, had to use the mia and sebastian line for my own sanity) <3333333
authors note: this is so simple but my book worm hopeless romantic needed this.. wrote this while high so nothing new đ¤
They say falling in love is the most beautiful feeling in the world.
You couldnât explain the immediate sensation, the feeling that spreads throughout your chest as if you were a black-and-white picture that suddenly starts to fill with vibrant colors anytime his eyes lock with yours.
It was astonishing how the universe worksâthe idea that you are destined for someone ever since you are born, and that all the hardships along the way shape you into the person you need to be to meet them.
Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears as you watched him laugh from across the room, an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans covering his lean, muscular figureâone youâd memorized to the tiniest detail. You knew every freckle and scar. His head was thrown back, arms crossed, as he paid attention to whatever the guy in front of him was saying.
You scrunched your nose, using your index finger to push your glasses up as you studied your boyfriend from afar. You werenât sure whether to call it pathetic or endearing, the way you noticed every little crease on his forehead and the way he toyed with his bottom lip absentmindedly. You even took note of his long eyelashes, and nearly died of jealousy every time you counted them when he slept beside you.
It was gut-wrenching to imagine anyone else feeling about him the way you did. The thought alone made you want to puke in the nearest trash can.
You were lovesick for this man, and you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks whenever you looked at him or heard his laugh. Not only did you want to scream and freak out over every little thing he did, but he also had you daydreaming constantly. You found yourself thinking of silly song lyrics that resonated with how you felt about him. Staring at his side profile, you finally understood the meaning behind Suki Waterhouseâs lyrics: âOh, my good looking boy,â echoed in your mind.
Before you could form another lyric or recall a favorite book quote to describe your feelings, his eyes found yours. A small smile tugged at his lips as his gaze scanned your expressions, reading you as if you were an open book. You smiled, tilting your head to the side, trying to hide the makeshift fireworks going off in your tummy.
His gaze softened, and it made your breath waver. You had never understood the meaning of âhis gaze softenedâ in books, but now, you understood every syllable of those words after experiencing it firsthand.
You honestly couldnât think of a single thing you didnât love about him. You loved everything about him, even the parts he claimed were too âbrokenâ or âdamagedâ to be loved.
A few seconds passed before he finally said his goodbyes and began making his way back to you. Your eyes followed every step, catching the grin he wore.
âI donât know, I pretty much think youâre obsessed with me,â your boyfriend teased, his straight teeth on full display as he stopped in front of you, looking down at you on the couch.
âIn your dreams.â You laughed, craning your neck to look up at him.
Instead of getting mad, he let out a low chuckle, leaning down with both arms on either side of the couch, caging you in.
âEvery night, baby.â He whispered softly, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before moving to your cheek, delivering another soft kiss. You sighed in contentment as his lips ghosted over your skin, the pet name making your head feel dizzy.
He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up straight again, looking down at you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was already smiling, and you didnât even need to ask âwhat?ââyou already knew. Anyone in their right mind could tell how obsessed you were with him, and it was no surprise to him either.
As you both walked out of the bookstore, carrying a bag full of psychological and romance books (and, of course, the box of transparent sticky notes Jungkook got for you to annotate your books without writing on the actual pages), it was clear this was one of his favorite things to do. In his free time, when he wasnât working or with you, he loved opening one of your books and reading your thoughts scribbled in the margins. Half of his camera roll was pictures of you, but the other half was just pictures of your annotations, scribbles, and drawings.
It was as if he was inside your mind, reading every thought, and he loved it.
He could still recall the first book he opened that sent his heart racing, like a teenage boy with a crush.
âI couldnât see him, but his laugh was unmistakable. I could close my eyes and be in so many places with that laugh. That laugh was the cohesive thread, the little recurring melody that showed up in so many scenes of my life, like Mia and Sebastianâs theme in La La Land. Always there, playing in the background.â
Those words were highlighted in the prettiest shade of pink, with two small hearts drawn beside them. But it was your handwriting at the bottom that got him: âThe feeling Iâve been trying to put into words about how I feel every time I look at him has just been done for me, oh my.â He remembered feeling his heart stop for a second. And when it started again, it was for youâhis heart was for you and only you.
That wasnât all. It had become one of your shared love languages. Jungkook started buying books he thought youâd like. He even asked your little sister what your favorite highlighters were so he could buy them for both of you.
Your heart did somersaults when you opened a book on his bedside table and saw a drawingâa pair of eyes in black ink, long lashes making them look bigger and more innocent. Your breath hitched as you noticed the small freckle just below the eyebrow, realizing it was you.
It didnât help the overwhelming sensation of adoration when you saw his handwriting in the margins.
âYou remembered?â she said softly.
âI remember every second of us.â
The text was underlined, and in small letters, he had written, âGosh, she made me fall so hard that Iâm reading sappy words and thinking âusâ out loud. #sendhelp,â with a frowning emoji next to the hashtag. Before you knew it, you were on page one, reading every single line and note he had left.
Also, the multiple drawings on the pages where there was extra space had your heart thumping hard in your chest. There were so many drawingsâ each one tied to you or him. It was impossible to describe every feeling surging through your chest, every emotion racing in your bloodstream, as your fingertips traced the drawing of you.
This time, it was an image of you on your back, lying on a bed. Only part of your side profile was visible, with your hair spilling across the bed, covering most of your back. At first, you didn't want to assume it was you he'd drawn-being self-centered wasn't your style. But it was impossible to deny it when he'd sketched every freckle, even the small half-moon tattoo on your shoulder blade, matching the real one inked on your skin.
You smiled at the memory but snapped back to the present as your boyfriend instinctively switched you to the other side of the sidewalk when you two turned toward Target. You held tight to his index finger as he squeezed between people, leading you behind him with a soft "excuse me" to anyone in the way.
Automatically, you found yourself smiling as you picked up your pace to match his longer strides. He pulled you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist, his hand resting over your bellyâa little lower than usual, sending butterflies flitting wildly in your stomach. You suppressed a shiver as he gently guided you to the side, allowing an older couple to pass by.
"Us when we're eighty, baby," Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. His smile only widened at your reaction.
"Won't be us if you keep watching Young Sheldon without me," you pouted, giving him a playful glare, which only made him smile more.
"Why are you smiling?" you asked, maybe even whining a little as you walked into the store and heard the employee greet you both.
"Because you're so beautiful, and my brain goes in circles when I stare at you," he shrugged casually, giving your waist a small squeeze before untangling his arm to grab a cart.
You tried so hard not to melt, holding onto his bicep as he leaned forward on the cart, making him closer to your height.
"Don't know it you're down, but l've been wanting to learn how to crochet," you said as you glanced around the aisles. Your boyfriend immediately started nodding excitedly.
"Baby, oh my god. I'm so down. We need to make those big-ass blankets," he rambled, looking at your face for a reaction, like a puppy with its ears perked up and tail wagging.
"I think that's knitting, baby," you corrected him, smiling as his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.
"Wait, are those two not the same thing?" His dimple deepened as he bit his lower lip, stopping in front of the craft aisle.
"I actually have no clue," you admitted with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But I know you can crochet a blanket because you once told me about those pattern blocks you saw on your explore page.â
Jungkook's gaze softened as he made eye contact with you, his pupils dilated with so much adoration that it made your heart swell.
"And I remember because I searched them on TikTok to see what you were talking about. I saw people connecting them into blankets. Also, I remember you pretending to sleep so you didn't have to scratch my back anymore-before my one minute was up. You swear you're slick, but I know when you're really asleep," he said with a grin, teasingly biting your cheek as you tried not to smile.
"How do you know I'm not sleeping?" you teased, and he chuckled, ghosting his lips over yours.
"Because every time you fall asleep, you make this little sound, and then slowly, you start snoring," he laughed, watching your cheeks turn a shade of red before burying his laughing face in the crook of your neck.
To be loved is to be seen.
That phrase had never felt more accurate. No one else had ever seen you the way Jungkook did. He knew you so well, down to the tiniest details that sometimes even surprised you.
Your eyes practically turned into hearts as Jungkook kissed your neck innocently before turning his attention to the yarns.
This was the kind of love you had always dreamed of
-better than the movies or books. Nothing could top the overwhelming feelings of gratitude, love, and appreciation that coursed through your body whenever you looked at him. Your brain practically played the instrumental of "Video Games" by Lana Del Rey whenever you spent time with him.
It was as if even a natural disaster couldn't faze you
-so long as you could experience it with him.
The connection between you two was beyond what you ever imagined existed in real life. It felt like something out of a fairy tale. From the moment you locked eyes with him across the room, you both knew there was no turning back.
After checking out and getting to Jungkook's car, he opened the door for you, reaching over to buckle your seatbelt before putting the bags in the back.
Once he climbed into the driver's seat, his hand instinctively found its place on your thigh after starting the car. His thumb rubbed your bare skin, sending sparks flying through your body. It was such a natural gesture for him, but the butterflies never ceased. You bit your lip, trying not to whine when his hand moved closer to your inner thigh.
As he softly sang along to "Creep" by Radiohead, it was just another thing you'd become morally obsessed with-his voice. You had always known he could sing, but everything changed the night you were first intimate.
It was as if your entire perspective on love and sex shifted. Simply calling it "sex" seemed absurd now, because it was so much more. Everything felt heightened, more intense, making your heart pound wildly in your chest.
"F-fuck, baby..." he whimpered into your ear, his hips moving slowly into yours, leaving your mouth hanging open.
His little groans and moans made you dizzy, like notes of a lullaby. The feeling of skin against skin was the most addicting sensation, made even more special by the way he always checked in on you.
"Shhh, I'm sorry. Am I being too rough, baby?" His voice was strained as his hips halted, his breath heavy as he moved your hair to kiss your neck.
He resumed slowly, making your legs shake and grip the sheets, and you couldn't help but moan, asking for more. His chuckle against your skin was the same one youâd hear when he rested his head on your stomach, expecting you to scratch his back or read to him.
"You're sweaty," you pouted at him, both of you basking in the afterglow.
"I know. Do you still want me?" He smiled, mimicking your expression before pulling the covers over both your naked bodies and pulling you in as close as possible.
"Yes, I'll forever want you," you replied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth he radiated.
As sleepiness began to overtake you, you felt his fingertips tracing letters and shapes on your hip.
Just before drifting off, he began singing again. It was like entering another universe where only you and he existed
"I want you to notice," he sang softly, "when I'm not around."
"So fucking special... I wish I was special." He pressed a kiss to your temple, the sound of his voice and your matching heartbeats lulling you both to sleep.
You snapped back to reality when the car stopped at a red light.
"Is it bad that I always hope to get red lights so I can kiss you?" he asked, flashing a grin that had you laughing.
Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his as his eyes fluttered shut, his finger lifting your chin gently.
"Not bad, but a little weird. You want to spend so much time with me," you teased, pulling back to your seat. "Some might even think you're pretty obsessed."
"I'm past obsessed at this point. There's got to be another word that tops it," he admitted, stealing another kiss just before the light turned green.
As you gazed at him, you couldn't help but wish there was another word, stronger than "love," to describe how you felt about him.
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âšââĄâ⥠having a pregnancy scare wasnât on rafe and pogue!sweetheart!readerâs to do list anytime soon.. but alas, here they are waiting to see if two pink lines will change the trajectory of their lives forever.
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of a breeding kink lol, super sweet fluff, slight humor, lots of crying
a/n: this is my not-so-subtle way of introducing babydaddy!rafe to my blog (iâve been reading a lot of babydaddy!rafe lately.. yum) also just a reminder: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this fic alone. meaning any other works i create with her are not correlated with this one UNLESS stated so <3 you could keep up with this little universe under the second tag of this post: ââËâšâĄ pogue!sweetheart!reader & babydaddy!rafeâ
âa-are you sure youâre late?â rafe was pacing back and forth, tears pricking your eyes as you flipped through your little calendar book. âyes! i look at my calendar everyday rafe, itâs been three weeks!â you sniffled, checking for the millionth time. rafe joined you on your bed, realizing he probably wasnât making you feel any better if he was freaking out too. âhey..â he cupped your chin, âitâs gonna be okay, baby. what do you need me to do? âwant me to go get some tests from the store?â you cried even more, the whole thing becoming too real all at once. âi donât know! i donât know what to do, ray!â
he sighed, holding you as you wept in his arms. âoh, baby,â rafe rubbed your back, âyou know iâm going to take care of us, of you.â he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. he wiped the tears from your eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. âi know.. itâs justâ this is so new, and even though we donât have a for sure answer yet, i feel like i really am. you know.. pregnant?â saying it out loud made rafeâs heart drop to his stomach. you saw the way his expression softened, his eyes flickering down to where you two held hands.
while it shouldnât be too surprising, considering you two never use protection.. itâs still a delicate matter that rafe took very seriously. âam i gonna sound crazy if i say i hope that you are?â you took a breath, stroking the side of rafeâs face. âno. i want it too.â letting out a breath he didnât know he was holding, he pulled you against his chest, embracing you once again. âwhy donât we find out? âgo to the pharmacy and get some tests?â you nodded, the anticipation already feeling unbearable. âokay.â you pulled away, getting under your knitted blanket.
âyouâre not going with me?â rafe laughed. âare you joking? the owner has known me forever. if he seeâs us buying a pregnancy test, heâllââ you lowered your voice down to a whisper, âheâll know what weâve been doing..â your cheeks heated at the thought of the sweet old man whoâs known you for all of your life checking you out for a test that indicates youâve been doing a lot more than just baking cookies. âbaby, if you didnât live in the middle of nowhere, and far away from any kind of civilization, everyone on this island would know what weâve been doing.â he winked.
at his words, you shooed him out of your camper as a giggle escaped your lips. he wasnât wrong. rafe knew all the ways to make you scream and tremble in pure bliss. it felt like forever since rafe had been out, but one glance at the heart shaped clock on your wall, and it had only been ten minutes. you laid on your back, fingertips skimming your tummy. imagining a baby, half of you, and half of rafe, a result of two worlds, both full of so much love, colliding into one and making the most beautiful creation you were sure to ever see, made a smile grace your pretty face.
now you were thinking about a nursery, wondering if youâd be painting it baby pink or powder blue. either color was fine with you. sitting up, you looked around your camper, really seeing just how small it was. you and rafe barely fit in here together, let alone with a little baby thatâll eventually grow and want to run around. now you felt sad at the indication that you might have to move out of the only place youâve ever known. this would change your life, but with rafe by your side you felt more ready than ever. just as you were going to call rafe and politely tell him to hurry up, he walked through the door.
âi wasnât sure which one you wanted, so i just grabbed one of each.â rafe gave you the bag, plopping down next to you. there was about ten different tests in there, including a lot of the snacks youâd been craving over the last week. sour gummy bears, chocolate, and spicy chips mostly. taking out a pink box, you read the instructions before looking back at rafe who already had his full attention on you. âcan you come with me?â without hesitation, rafe helped you up and guided you to the bathroom. âalright..â he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you unwrapped the test.
âi canât really pee if youâre looking..â rafe had zoned out, thinking about house hunting already and wondering what kind of car seat would be the safest for a baby. âright, iâm sorry.â he turned around, swallowing the lump in his throat. rafe needed the confirmation just as much as you did, his stomach doing somersaults as he nervously bit his lip. âyou okay?â he asked. you hummed, peeing on the stick before setting it down on a piece of toilet paper. washing your hands shortly after, you and rafe left the test in the bathroom as you waited in silence.
âmy heart is beating so fast right now.â you laughed, on the verge of tears as rafe rubbed circles into the flesh of your thigh. âi want you to know something..â rafe whispered, âwhatever those test results come out to; negative or positive, weâre going to be okay. i donât want you to worry about a thing, alright?â your chin wobbled as you nodded, your head falling in the curve of his neck. you stayed quiet for the rest of the time, the timer on rafeâs phone going off. âoh, god..â you whimpered, motioning for rafe to grab the test. âdonât look at it, just bring it over!â you called out.
rafe walked back with his eyes closed, nearly bumping into the wall as his hands trembled with excitement. âwhere are you?â he kept his eyes screwed shut, in which you followed suit. âiâm right here.â you squeaked out, holding onto his wrists. âon three weâre gonna look down.â you nodded even though he couldnât see you. âokay, iâm ready.â both of you smiled. âone, two, threeââ both of you looked down, rafe jumping and running out of your camper as you stared down at the sight of two, very prominent, pink lines. rafe was shouting outside, the sound making you laugh as you took a seat on the couch.
âoh my god.â rafe poked his head in, your teary eyes meeting his. thankfully, he was able to read the room and calmed down a bit. âoh my god.â he repeated, kneeling down in front of you. âare you okay? are you happy?â rafe rubbed the side of your thighs, his touch providing a comfort like no other. âyes! i just canât believe it..â you hugged him, his arms wrapping around your waist. âwe have a lot of planning to do.â you sniffled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. rafe could already see it. the white house, the white picket fence, both of you were already two steps closer to your dreams becoming a reality.
âyeah, we do,â he agreed, âletâs just take it one day at a time, yeah?â you smiled, cupping his face. âi love you so much, this is crazy.â he kissed your lips before taking the test in his hands again. âa whole baby..â you were in utter disbelief. âmaybe i should take the rest of the tests?â you stood up, taking the plastic bag with you to the bathroom. by the time you finished, the sun was already setting, both you and rafe staring at the approximately ten tests in front of you. all positive. âlooks like we took the breeding kink a little too seriously, huh?â you looked up at rafe through his reflection in the mirror. âthat was a good one.â
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5 Classics for girly girls đđËâ
Emily of New Moon
The bittersweet process of growing up and finding where you truly belong... The perfect read for the start of a new school year. After her fatherâs death, Emily Starr is sent to live with her snobbish relatives at New Moon farm. Thrust into an unfamiliar and often cold environment, Emily faces numerous challenges. However, as time passes, she begins to adapt and discovers the beauty in her surroundings. With the support of her new friendsâTeddy, Perry, and IlseâEmily not only finds solace but also discovers her own creative talents, helping her carve out a place for herself in this new chapter of her life.
âIf it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.â
Jane Eyre
A true classic for all my fellow gothic-lit enthusiasts, Jane Eyre, reminds us that everyone deserves a love that consumes, challenges, and transforms the very core of your being, offering both profound joy and deep heartache (we love a good situationsship). Following Jane Eyre, an orphaned and mistreated girl who endures a harsh upbringing but grows into a strong, independent woman. As she takes a position as a governess at Thornfield Hall, she encounters the enigmatic Mr. Rochester, sparking a profound and tumultuous romance. Their intense connection is marred by secrets and personal demons, revealing the complexities of their relationship.
âJane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation." "I am no bird, and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.â
The Secret Garden
Mary Lennox, a spoiled and neglected girl, is sent to live with her uncle after the death of her parents. Initially ill-tempered and withdrawn, Maryâs curiosity is sparked by rumours of a hidden, abandoned garden on the estate. As she explores and begins to restore this secret garden, she experiences a beautiful shift (glow-up era). The once gloomy and sickly Mary starts to bloom alongside the garden, rediscovering happiness, vibrancy, and a sense of belonging, making the story a heartwarming tale of growth and recovery.
âAt first, people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done--then it is done, and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.â
Pride and Prejudice
Truly a classic that has shaped my romantic expectations hahah... Elizabeth Bennet battles societal expectations and her own misjudgments in 19th-century England. When the aloof Mr Darcy (he'd totally be a ghoster in the 21st century just saying...) first crosses her path, their initial encounters are fraught with tension and misunderstanding. However, as Elizabeth delves deeper, she uncovers the complexities of Darcyâs character and her own heart.
âI could no longer help saying that I loved him. I loved him not only for his sake but for his own sake. I loved him because he was the only person who had ever really loved me for myself. I loved him because he had made me feel that I was worthy of being loved.â
The Little Prince
A young, otherworldly prince from a tiny planet travels across the universe, meeting various inhabitants and learning profound life lessons. His journey brings him to Earth, where he encounters a stranded pilot and shares his reflections on love, loss, and the essence of human connections. Through whimsical adventures and encounters, The Little Prince explores the importance of seeing with the heart rather than the eyes and reminds us of the value of friendship and innocence.
âIt is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched; they are felt with the heart.â
you guys asked for more academia/book stuff so I thought this might be a nice start, especially since I know that many of you are just getting into classics; these are all very much suitable for beginners!! <3
love ya シ:*ââ§âŠ
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[ âĽď¸ ] ââ drunkenly in love | lhs.
in which heeseung comes to you with stupid smiles, slurred words ând with tipsy thoughts of you.
content : fem reader , fluff , intoxication , drunk hee! , petnames , wc. 811 , minimal proofread . hes a lil bit clingy & a loser but hes charming ! ><
notes. videos of heeseung giggling while drunk is actually cute like omg i will bite u
âhi, baby.â
heeseung smiles at you like you have just saved the world and frankly, maybe you did in another universeâmaybe you did not, either way heeseung adores you with any shape or form that he could muster up.
and his smile is contagious, muttering off into the night his eyes fluttering as he shift his weight on his right leaning to the door frame of your home with jay beside him on his left assisting him in fear of him falling on his own weight.
jay smiles apologetically, âthe guys kept giving him drinks. he kept losing in the game, to be honest.â he says as he tries to keep your boyfriend upright. âsorry, yn. he kept saying he should see you and he wouldnât stop whining.â
you crinkle at the thought, âitâs okay. thank you for bringing him home safe.â you waved off. âyou should go, iâm pretty sure jake is vomiting out.. the window?â
you hear a curse leaving from his mouth, panicking as he looks back into the car.
âshit. iâm really sorry, again. gotta get those guys home.â he sighs exasperatedly.
a giggle escapes you, bidding the man goodbyes and a well safe travel. taking heeseung from his arms and from your door frame, your boyfriend drapes himself over you. a strong smell of liquor comes from him, making you scrunch away a little from the scent. he hums from the contact instantly melting over you.
âyou smell so good,â he muttered, nuzzling into your head. âiâve missed you, pretty.â
âyou got pretty drunk, huh?â a lilt in your tone tells him youâre not all too mad at him. not really finding any reason to do so, you figured he deserves to loosen up a little bit and have fun with the guys.
he only nods thoughtlessly, dragging himself inside your home all the way to your shared bedroom with you by his side. he plops down the mattress as he lays there smacking his lips and frowning trying to relieve the reeling of his head.
âi should get you some water. stay here, âseungie.â untangling yourself from him, you stand making your way outside, but not even a step forward a hand wraps up to your wrist forcing you to stay on your spot.
âwhere are you going?â he looks a little like a lost deer under the warm lights, his eyes sharing the same shine. âdonât go.â a pout resides on his lips as he tries to keep himself up from the bed.
âiâm just getting you water, you need to stay hydrated, hee.â you try to reason with him.
ââm fine, just stay here.â he tugs you to him.
you try to resist, standing your ground into getting him some water, but his grip on you only stays as you move some more.
in your endeavor of keeping your boyfriend hydrated has somehow ended up with you losing your balance and him dragging you to lay by his side of the bed with his arms encased around you. you huffed, accepting your faith and would have to get him something in the morning (you can only trust that jay has already took care of him and managed to get him to drink something other than alcohol in his system.)
heeseung hums pleased, feeling your body against his as the night descends upon his mind and eyes. a semblance of comfort takes him with your warmth that he recognizes. admitting defeat you let yourself be engulfed with heeseungâs embrace.
itâs quiet.
but you donât mind, you bask in it and so does heeseung. his fingers trail over your skin, drawing random patterns of anything just to feel you. the night strolls a little slower now.
â..hey,â heeseung whispers softly.
you grin at him, you couldnât help it. after all it was heeseung, it was just him, but it was enough for the butterflies finding themselves in your stomach, âhey, you too.â
there was something in the way his cheeks are all in a soft cherry color and that dopey smile that adorns his face whenever he drinks a little too much than he would take, was just endearing to you. and his eyes just flutter more and his face breaks out from adorationâyou couldnât fall just a little more than you already did.
âi love you.â he did so, breathing it as if a prayer he utters every night. âi love you so muchâ god, you probably have no idea, baby.â
itâs desperation that you yearn just as the same, and maybe the simplicity of it, was everything all at once that was enough for you. your eyes find his once more as they hold sincerity that can rival how deep the ocean can go.
âi love you too, hee.â you whispered just as the same. âmore than yesterday, less than tomorrow.â
Š haerni 2024 . likes, comments & reblogs are highly appreciated!
#lee heeseung x reader#heeseung x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen#heeseung#enha x reader#* new Š âââââ haerni.
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It wouldâve been sweet if it couldâve been me
⥠Pairing: Bang Chan à fem!reader
⥠Genre: Single dad!Chan, friends to strangers to lovers
⥠CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), mentions of parental guilt, themes of loneliness, Chan is stuck in the past, lying, mentions of feeling lost in life, story spans over a number of years, nipple play, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie
⥠Word count: 8.2k
⥠Synopsis: Being a single dad to Hyerin is all Chan has known for the past four years. He and his ex-girlfriend reached an agreement that saw her going off to live a life she had always dreamed of while he was left with a life of loneliness, which he endured with a smile on his face for his daughter. A small gleam of hope seems to appear in his life in the shape of you. But hiding himself under a haze of lies seems to be his only option if he ever wants to keep you.
⥠A/N: Based off a request by anon! Thank you for requesting, this was so much fun to write 𩷠I will admit this is a lot more focused on Chan as a character than I originally wanted it to be, and I kinda went a bit crazy with the plot, but I hope you still like it! The song Chan sings to Hyerin is Little Star by Standing Egg đ
Every day in Chanâs life is a monotonous, never-ending cycle. Like watching reruns of bad TV shows on gloomy Sunday nights, every second of his past and upcoming days is etched into his mind like a quilt of mundane tasks and repetitive moments.
But that wasnât always the case.
Once, excitement filled his every waking moment. His weekends were a whirlwind of new places teeming with bustling crowds and unfamiliar faces who became fast friends. During his university years, he and his friends lived their lives with ardor, savoring every moment as if it could be their last. His days were filled with an array of unplanned parties and impromptu trips which brought a kaleidoscope of color to his life.
Until he met Dana.
He was about to graduate, and she swept into his life like a hurricane â flipping everything upside down before disappearing just as quickly, with only destruction and ashes remaining in her wake.
He was infatuated; she was bored. That was clear from the start, but Chan was too blinded by affection to be concerned with such a minute detail. So long as he got to have her by his side, he was happy. Their relationship lasted a year, yet it changed his life forever.
He was twenty-one when Dana announced her pregnancy. On his twenty-second birthday, she told him she didnât want to be a mother.
By that point in his life, Chan had already forsaken everything he had for her. He turned his back on his old friends, the vibrant life he once led, and everything that once made him who he was. Without Dana, he would be left with nothing but the ugly reflection of his self-destructive choices made in the name of a loveless love.
And so, they came to an agreement. Dana would leave â that had been her plan from the start, anyway â but she would leave Chan with a small piece of their story.
Hyerin was born on November 20th, 2019.
Dana left on a plane to New York City on December 1st.
Now, the only speck of color in his life is Hyerin. In the four years Chan has been lucky enough to be her dad, he has found she is much more than simply a reminder of Dana or what could have been between them. Hyerin is his entire world. She is the love heâs unknowingly been searching for his whole life, and he would sacrifice every last bit of himself to make sure she only ever knows happiness.
They live a quiet life, with Chan working a less-than-fulfilling corporate job and spending all his free time with her. He sometimes allows himself to wonder what happened to his old friends â did they all eventually settle for the mundanity of adult life, or are they still chasing an endless thrill? But he never dwells on it too much. The sweet memories of his early twenties are now nothing more than a comforting escape when the weight of loneliness becomes too overwhelming.
Today is one of those days. A late Friday night after his shift, Chan sprawled on his couch with Jisung, a co-worker who became his first friend after many years, a silly smile on his face as he reminisced about a trip to Jeju in his sophomore year of college. This is how he lives most of his life; when heâs not in the present with Hyerin, heâs stuck in the past.
How could he not be stuck in the past? So many people he loved and memories he cherished were there.
âI donât get how you just left all of that behind for someone,â Jisung scoffs, loosening his tie. âWhy couldnât she just join your group of friends?â
âItâs complicated,â Chan sighs, eyes wandering toward Hyerinâs bedroom door for the umpteenth time to make sure sheâs still sleeping soundly. When he turns to look back at Jisung, his expression prompts him to elaborate. âWhat? You want the whole story?â
Jisung shrugs. âItâs not like we have any other plans for tonight.â
âWell, there was this girl in my friend group. We hooked up a lot, but our relationship went beyond that,â Chan explains, fingers tapping his thighs as the memories flood his mind. It was a sore topic, one he certainly didnât enjoy remembering. âWe never dated, but Dana was jealous, and I couldnât blame her. Me and this girl were⌠very close. I couldnât be in a relationship while also being that close to her, but I also couldnât imagine us being only friends. So it was easier to walk away.â
Chan conveniently leaves out the fact that he walked away because an artificial love strangely provided solace for his heart, unlike the searing torment of unrequited love, which engulfed him like molten lava.
âAnd that was the last time you ever had that type of relationship with anyone?â
âWith Dana? Yeahââ
âHyung, you know what I mean. You told me yourself Dana didnât love you,â Jisung points out. âI mean this other girl.â
Chan shrugs dismissively. âI guess, yeah. Doesnât matter, though.â
And Jisung scoffs loudly at his words, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. Memories of that love flood Chanâs mind, and he's ready to let them sweep him away when Jisung abruptly turns so he sits facing him, resolve swimming in his eyes.
âGive me your phone,â his loud voice reverberates through the small apartment, prompting Chan to shush him with a stern look. âGive me your phone,â Jisung repeats himself with a harsh whisper.
Chan rolls his eyes but ultimately smiles at his friend. He retrieves his phone from the end table, handing it to a much too enthusiastic Jisung. âThe password is Hyerinâs birthday,â he tells him, albeit a bit apprehensive.
He watches amusedly as Jisung types away at his own phone before doing the same on his, handing him the device with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
âWhat did you do, you little menace?â Chan questions the younger boy, narrowing his eyes. Jisung simply shrugs.
âI got you a date tomorrow. Thank me later.â
Chan immediately sits up on the couch, eyes darting toward his phone screen. A chat with a single message from him to an unknown contact makes him question his entire friendship with Jisung.
Me: Iâm your date for tomorrow đ Me: Oâneul restaurant, 6 pm. See you there, cutie
âJisung, what the fuck?â
âWhat?â His friend asks between giggles. âSora has this friend she said desperately needs a date, and I have you in the same situation,â he explains, clearly proud of himself. âI just did you both a favor while also getting boyfriend points.â
Chanâs eyes shift toward his phone once more, inwardly cringing at the messages with a heavy sigh.
âAnd was making me sound this creepy necessary?â
Jisung waves his hand dismissively. âNah, that was just a little treat for me.â
âAnd why the fuck is her name Mystery Girl?â Chan queries, the irritation making him unknowingly raise his voice.
âItâs a blind date,â his friend explains. âThis girlâs apparently super picky, kept turning down every guy Sora suggested. So, she came up with this solution. Canât turn you down if she doesnât know what you look like.â
Chan groans, ultimately sinking back onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Jisung was trying to be a good friend, he knew that, but he wasnât at all thrilled with the prospect of a date. Not only did he not want one, but he also had no time for such a futile thing. He had Hyerin, and she was the sole reason for his existence. He didnât need anyone meddling in their little world. But he didnât have the courage to tell Jisung that.
It would be a lie to say the past four years werenât lonesome. Falling asleep alone in a cold, empty bed was a sorrow he had simply grown numb to. Yet, he still yearned to have someone to share the grapples of routine life with, someone whose presence alone would effortlessly diminish his worries, someone he could make love to before falling asleep and waking up intertwined.
But he couldnât afford to have that.
At least this date was bound to fail; the womanâs demanding nature, coupled with Chanâs unwillingness to even be there in the first place sure to make their wasted time brief.
Just as heâs about to grumble about the messages again, Hyerin comes stumbling out of her room, her small feet shuffling against the floor as she rubs her sleepy eyes.
âOh, honey, were we being too loud?â Chan asks sweetly, and his eyes discreetly shoot daggers at Jisung, who mouths an apology.
Hyerin firmly shakes her head, the crooked pigtails Chan clumsily had tied this morning coming undone as she does so. He smiles at her, propping his elbows on his knees and waiting for her to speak her little mind.
âI had a dream,â she mumbles. âWith a dragon.â
Chan gasps, hands wrapping around her tiny frame and picking her up before walking toward her room. It took him some time, but he ultimately learned that itâs best to ease her back into bed while sheâs distracted, lest she throws a tantrum.
âAnd was it a nice dragon?â He asks. Hyerin giggles, and Chan is positive that the sound has the power to light up even his most somber days.
âOf course it was a nice dragon, daddy,â she tells him. âYou said I only have nice dreams âcause my mind is pretty, remember?â
Chan nods as he gently tucks her back into bed, triple-checking that she is comfortable and warm. âOf course, of course. How could I forget?â He slaps a hand on his forehead with a sigh. âHyerinnie has the prettiest mind. It can only make up pretty things.â
Hyerin smiles at him, tugging her blanket close to her chin, her doe eyes already heavy with sleep and blinking languidly. Chan asks her the same question he does every night, although the answer remains unchanging every time: would she like him to sing to her? She drowsily tells him she wants to hear him sing her favorite song, Little Star.
Chan promptly gets under the covers beside her â Hyerin pouting and whining about how heâs stealing her blanket for himself, to which he canât help the hearty laugh that escapes his lips. Since turning four, sheâs developed quite a strong personality that Chan soon finds he adores, much like everything about her.
He turns on his side to watch her features as he sings; her nose and mouth so similar to his, and the way she furrows her brows while falling asleep mirrors his own habits. Chan might not be a happy man in his job or his personal life, but the boundless happiness his little gift provides him surpasses anything else he could wish for. Every now and then, he finds himself wanting more, but itâs not long before he realizes he already has everything he needs.
Chan goes over his rather extensive list of how to care for Hyerin with Jisung for the tenth time that evening, making sure the younger man knows what to do in any situation that could arise in the couple hours heâll be gone. Hyerin is the one to usher him out of the apartment, assuring him sheâll be fine with her uncle Han, and Chan has to stop himself from wallowing over the fact that his once tiny baby is rapidly blossoming into a young kid.
He made no real effort to dress for his date; a simple button-up shirt and jeans served him just fine, seeing as he plans to return home as soon as possible. His date and he havenât talked much at all since his initial texts yesterday, texting each other only to confirm the time and place of their basically forced date.
He arrives fifteen minutes late, all but running from the bus stop to the restaurant while cursing Jisung under his breath. This was definitely not worth the hassle, and Chan wanted nothing more than to be back at home with his daughter. Heâd pick watching Tangled with her for the hundredth time over an unwanted date in a heartbeat.
Chan finally walks into the restaurant, informing the waiter that heâs there to meet Cherry. His face visibly grimaces as he mutters the words. Fuck this blind date bullshit.
Heâs led to his table, dragging his feet behind the waiter. His attention is immediately drawn to the pencil holding his dateâs messy ponytail together. He chuckles quietly, circling around the table and forcing out a smile to introduce himself.
But then heâs met with a sight he had long given up hope of ever seeing again: you.
You, who were next to him as he made stupid decisions during college. Like when he drunkenly thought it wise to bet his laptop in a game of beer pong.
You, who always made him your special hangover soup after a party. He especially loved it when you let him keep the leftovers, knowing that he and his roommate were hopeless in the kitchen.
You, who filled the space in his cold sheets with warmth and always made his bed feel like a sanctuary.
You, who let him make love to you despite you both swearing to be only friends.
You, who later had to watch him walk away from you like a coward, driven by sheer fear.
You, staring back at him with a stunned look on your face.
âChan?â You ask, an unsure lilt to your words.
And Chan embarrassingly fumbles over his words, his tongue tying itself into knots in front of you. He notices you pursing your lips to stop from giggling and clears his throat a bit too loudly, a few patrons turning their heads to look at him. But he canât bring himself to care, not when it seems the universe has turned the wheels of his fate in his favor for once.
âUh, hi,â is all his brain can muster among the jumble of thoughts inside his head. He mentally berates himself for acting so damn awkward when youâre clearly not as affected by this encounter as he is.
âDamn, itâs been so long,â you marvel, eyes not leaving his face for a second. âI thought you moved to a different country or something. Itâs so strange how we never ran into each other.â
Chan forces out a chuckle, hands now fiddling with the menu on the table. Of course you two never ran into each other; he only ever leaves the house for work or when he has to accompany Hyerin, and he doubts you frequent playgrounds or zoos.
âYeah, I⌠donât go out much anymore,â he simply says.
You hum, and he properly takes in your appearance. You havenât changed one bit; from your hair to your choice of clothes, youâre still the same girl who ruled over his every thought during college.
You two order your food and fall into an infuriating cycle of small talk. Chan doesnât want to talk about the weather or if you have seen the latest movie yet â heâs desperate to ask you how youâve been, if you ever pursued your dreams, if you can still outdrink anyone in your friend group, andâ
And if youâre still single because you find relationships a hassle.
But as the food arrives, you fall into an even more frustrating cycle: silence. Chan feels restless, squirming in his seat every few minutes while you calmly eat and watch the people around you. He remembers your habit of scanning crowded rooms and making up stories for strangers with your vivid imagination. He wants to ask if you still do that, but it seems heâs only grown into more of a coward since your last encounter.
Youâre the first to break the silence, waiting for the waiter to leave with your plates to ask what Chan has been doing since graduating. Itâs a casual question with no weight to your words, as lighthearted as you have always been. And the complete opposite of his every possible answer.
How can he tell you heâs given up music altogether, now surrounded by gray walls and lifeless faces in his corporate job? How can he tell you heâs alone most of the time, partly by choice and partly because he doesnât know how to dig himself out of this comfortable hole heâs trapped himself in?
How can he possibly explain that he agreed to be a single father, sacrificing his own happiness for the selfish whims of a woman who never even loved him?
Youâre still the same; the same carefree eyes and attitude, same easygoing approach to everything life throws your way â such as meeting him again after years.
All of him has changed.
Chan canât tarnish your colorful life, canât sit before you and spill out his problems or grumble about the overwhelming loneliness in his life when he knows damn well that was a consequence of his own choices.
He wants nothing more than to be the same Chan he was in college. Creating life stories for strangers in dive bars with you, not caring about whether heâll have enough money to pay the water bill next month, not having to bear the burden of something as precious as a human life depending solely on him.
Itâs selfish, but he wants nothing more than to go back.
So he does.
âI actually still write songs, though itâs only a freelance thing,â he lies. He hasnât written a single note in years. âOther than that, Iâve just been taking it day by day. Same as Iâve always done, I guess.â
And your eyes immediately light up â youâve always loved his songs, after all. Your conversation flows much like it used to in the past after that, with you making witty jokes and Chan laughing loudly at them. You tell him you started working as an art teacher for the elderly when living off of commissions became impossible, and that you adore the stories they share about their younger years. They remind you of your own stories together, you admit with a genuine smile.
Your conversation is endless, continuing even as Chan walks you to your car in the empty parking lot. The night has grown colder, and the crescent moon gleaming in the sky above him almost feels like a sign that things will change for the better.
As you two stand in front of your car, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Ever the free soul, you ask him outright if he would like to come back to your place. There are no further implications hidden in your request beyond a hookup. Nothingâs ever heavy with you, every little thing always feeling light as a feather.
He says he would love to, but quickly excuses himself under the guise of calling his roommate about the spare key. Chan hurriedly calls Jisung as soon as he turns a corner in the parking lot, ensuring you wonât be able to hear him. Itâs juvenile, the way heâs actually taking pleasure in almost creating a different version of himself â a version much closer to who he was when you were his, at least in some sense of the word. Heâs a father, he should be responsible and dependable, but the weight of that role had been thrust upon him far too abruptly. He canât be faulted for wanting to go back in time.
âOkay, I have no time to explain,â he blurts out as soon as Jisung picks up the phone. âWould it be too much to ask you to stay the night?â
Jisung chuckles at the other end of the line. âDamn, was the date that good?â
Chan ignores his sly comment, because yes, the date was everything he never thought it could be.
âIâll be back first thing in the morning,â he assures him. âIâll even pay you if you want. How muchââ
âHey, no need for that,â Jisung cuts him off. âYou know I love looking after Hyerin.â
And the pang of guilt inside his chest at the mention of his daughterâs name almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He feels ashamed, as if heâs neglecting his daughter for a hookup, going after a fantasy that has long crumbled and faded away.
âHow is she? Is she okay?â He asks, guilt washing over him like a wave. He hadnât thought of his daughter for a second that entire night. âDid she cry at all? Did she notice I was gone for longer than I promised?â
Jisung calls out his name with a chuckle, prompting him to stop his rambling. âRelax. We painted each otherâs nails, she did my makeup, had her dinner, and is now sleeping soundly after listening to another one of uncle Hanâs phenomenal stories about frogs,â He details, causing a hearty laugh to fall from Chanâs lips at the image of Jisungâs face painted with Hyerinâs cheap childrenâs makeup. His friend then adds, âGo get laid, man.â
And so Chan hangs up the phone, all but running toward your figure waiting by your car. You smile at him, taking his hand and pulling him into a tight embrace. Itâs the first time he holds you in almost five years, and he feels his dull world away from Hyerin slowly fill up with vibrant hues.
It takes you less than fifteen minutes to reach your apartment building, and Chan is thanking any higher power that might listen for that. The sheer anticipation of what is implied to happen once you two are alone together has him picking at his cuticles until it stings.
Heâs nervous, to put it lightly. A couple of terrible drunken hookups in dingy motels after office gatherings were his only sexual encounters after Hyerin was born.
But once youâre standing in front of him in your living room, your eyes never leaving his even as youâre slipping off your heels, Chan knows youâre both equals in this playing field.Â
Heâs the one to pull you into a kiss, lips barely grazing against yours. But the feeling of finally kissing you again after so many years was like wildfire, consuming him wholly until the kiss turns feverish. His hand travels from your shoulders to your lower back, pulling you flush against his body. You hum against his lips, fingers clumsily undoing his buckle, and the prospect that you might be as eager as he is has him gripping the fabric of your dress.
Chan swears his vision goes black the moment your fingertips brush against his hardening erection, the feathery touch enough to make him sigh into your mouth.
A hand is pressed to his chest before he has the chance to think, and youâre pushing him backward until his back meets the wall. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, leaning forward and nuzzling your face against his clothed cock.
âI missed you,â you whisper, hungry eyes looking up at him. âDonât think I got to say that.â
Chan takes in the sight of you, memorizing and storing it in his mind alongside the countless images he already had of you on his knees for him. His fingers thread in your hair, your lips falling open with a sigh.
âI missed you too,â he professes. You have no idea how much.
With a smile, you quickly work his zipper open, pulling his jeans down his legs and pressing a wet kiss to his clothed erection. Chan feels your tongue lap at his member through his boxers, lips sucking around the head as your nails scrape the flesh of his thighs lightly.
It feels like you mouth at his length for hours, the light gray fabric of his boxers stained with your saliva and his precum, leaving Chan panting and tugging at your hair. You trail soft, wet kisses down his thigh while pushing his boxers out of your way, his cock already swollen and flushed. Heâd be embarrassed for the way his body reacted so responsively to you if you werenât also visibly as affected.
Your tongue circles his length languidly, lapping at a small bead of precum with a hum. Finally wrapping your lips around his tip, your tongue flicks teasingly beneath the head of his cock, Chan sucking in a deep breath and using his grip on your hair as leverage to pull you toward him. You almost obediently drop your jaw to slide his now fully hardened length into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the base as you begin to bob your head up and down his cock. Chan hisses your name when you relax your throat after a few passes, taking him fully into your pretty mouth, your nose brushing his pelvis.
âFuck, you always looked so pretty like that,â Chan chokes out. âPretty lips taking me so well.â
You groan at his words and the vibrations traveling along his shaft have Chan growling with a harsh tug of your hair, causing you to sputter as his cock hit the back of your throat. You seek purchase in his hips as tears prick the corner of your eyes. Youâre unrelenting nonetheless, circling your tongue around him before pulling away, hands now sliding up his thigh before gently gliding over his balls. As you slowly lick from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, Chanâs gaze shifts down as he catches a glimpse of your thighs rubbing together. He feels himself twitch, and immediately pulls you away from him.
âDonât wanna come like this, I need to fuck you,â he rasps out.
You stand back up, legs wobbly, and fumble with the buttons of his shirt while he slides your dress down your shoulders. Your movements are messy and filled with urgency, your breaths quickening as you both want nothing more than to strip away any form of barrier between you. Piling up five years of yearning will do that.
As your impatience reaches its peak, you tear open the last remaining buttons of his shirt, your nails grazing his skin as you slide the fabric down his shoulders. A wave of goosebumps travels across Chanâs body, and his hands abandon the task of removing your dress in favor of tracing the curve of your ass before picking you up off the floor.
âFirst door on the right,â you tell him, your words answering his unspoken thoughts as if you could read his mind. Chan nods, your proximity making it impossible for him not to press his lips to yours, tongue sliding over your bottom lip before licking into your mouth with a low hum.
He collides with a wall, missing the entrance to your bedroom by a hairâs breadth, and you giggle against his lips. Chan smiles back. Nothingâs ever heavy with you.
He lowers you onto the bed gently, his body instinctively slotting between your spread legs the way he did so many times before. You soon also wrap your thighs around his waist as you always did, pulling him closer until his cock is pressed up against your clothed pussy.
âWanna ride you,â you tell him, grinding your hips forward and eliciting a quiet moan from Chanâs lips as he hastily nods. With a tight grip on your waist, he flips you both effortlessly.
Promptly sitting up on his thighs, you finally rid yourself of the inconvenient fabric of your dress, followed by your bra, your nipples instantly hardening. Chan sits up, eyes transfixed on your chest as his calloused thumbs trace the nubs before his lips circle around one, sucking harshly. As you gently roll your hips, he can feel the way your soaked panties cling to his skin as your core presses up against his thigh.
Your fingers tangle in his hair with a whimper, pushing his face into your breasts as he bites the sensitive skin. His lips leave your nipples with a wet sound, then trailing kisses up the column of your neck until his gaze is locked on yours again. He was dying to mark you, bite and suck on your skin until it blossomed into a beautiful maroon â but he knew better. You werenât twenty anymore, and you werenât his; in no sense of the word.
âIâm on the pill,â you tell him, eyes heavy with lust.
And he knows this is a terrible idea. This was exactly how he came to be a father.
But itâs not his mind thatâs doing the thinking, and so he nods, his grip on your hips tightening as you pull your soaked panties to the side just enough to slide the swollen tip of his cock against your slick folds. Chan sucks in a breath, fighting a war against his own body not to come from this feeling alone. It wasnât just how long it had been since he was with someone, it was you. It was all you. The effect you had always had on him having never faded, simply laying dormant until his body had you again.
Chan rests his forehead on yours as you slowly sink down on his length. His lips find your neck again, gently sucking the skin into his mouth as you slowly grind down on him, a whine falling from your lips and going straight to his cock. His hips buck up unwittingly, causing you to moan loudly in his ears. But your slow pace remains, and Chan knows he should savor this moment, but he wants nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress until he forgets every minor issue aggravating his brain.
Such as the fact that he knows you will leave his life again the second you find out he lied to you.
So his hands find your waist and he flips you down onto the mattress once more. His eyes bore into you as you suck in a breath.
âFuck me,â you plead, hips grinding into his cock again. âI want it, pleaseââ
Chan doesnât waste another second, retreating only to plunge back harshly into your cunt. He moves with deep strokes, hips falling into an erratic rhythm, your nails digging into his back as your thighs clenched around his waist. All he can hear is static and your choked moans as he presses you into the mattress.
âMissed this so fucking much,â he groans against your ear. And finally succumbing to his desires, he bends down to suck and nibble on the delicate skin of your neck, mind too focused on how your walls squeeze around him to worry about marking you. He laps at the small bruises he leaves behind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you mewl.
You roll your hips, matching his rhythm, and Chan feels a familiar heat rise within him. He reaches down to glide small circles around your clit, your body jolting and squirming. He absentmindedly smiles against your skin.
After an entire night of pretending his life was the same as it was five years ago, fucking you required no acting.
âItâs too much, fuck,â you whimper, tugging him by the hair until your lips are crashing together in a sloppy kiss. Your walls tighten around him, body clenching as the tension finally snaps, your orgasm coursing through your shaking body as Chan growls into your parted lips.
He keeps fucking into you, until his hips meet yours one last time, and a low groan reverberates through the room. His cock twitches inside of you as his body stills, filling you with his warm release which leaked out of you and onto your sheets as he pulled out with a sigh.
Chan throws himself onto the mattress, labored breaths leaving his heavy lungs. He pulls you into his arms, and you melt into his embrace as if it were a habit. Itâs as though heâs gone back in time, even if temporarily.
He feels like heâs simply a guy making love with the girl he adores in the familiar comfort of his dorm room again.
When the first rays of sunlight seeped into your room, Chan was already awake. He watched as you slept, eyelids fluttering and a small smile adorning your lips.
It was as if you were his, in every sense of the word.
Guilt.
Thatâs what Chan feels every time he sees Hyerinâs laughing face on his phoneâs wallpaper when heâs out, entertaining the silly lie he crafted.
Itâs been two months since you reconnected and you effortlessly slipped him back into your life. The reunion with his old friends was expected â but Chan dreaded it, regardless. He found that out of the nine people that once comprised their group, only five remained. He wasnât the only one who had gone his own way.
But he was the only one who had done it in the worst way possible, carelessly ghosting every single one of them, hoping his existence gradually faded from their memories.
That made facing his once best friend frightening. Minho was the first friend he made on the very first day of university, when Chan walked into his dorm room only to find he had snuck his cat into the building.
They were roommates for two years, and best friends for four. Chan complained loudly when he was assigned a new roommate. Minho was silent as he watched his best friend turn his back on him with no explanation.
Minho initially ignored him entirely, and Chan doesnât fault him. When his vibrant face turned cold upon seeing him walk into a bar, Chan knew he earned that the moment he decided to ignore his friendâs every text message and phone call. When Minho made backhanded remarks about how nice it felt to have him back in their group, he knew he deserved it for not answering the door the only time his friend came looking for him.
It takes a drunken argument leading to a fist colliding with Chanâs cheek for Minho to finally address him. It takes them being escorted out of the bar by security for them to finally have a conversation, tears and resentment flowing freely as they sat at a bus stop late at night. After that, their friendship returned to what it was before, as if they had never been apart even for a second.
Despite the years and the changes, Minho was still his best friend â which was why he was the only person he came clean to.
Hyerin loved Minho, especially his cats. Her new favorite pastime quickly became going over to his house to play with her new âfriendsâ, as she called them. And Chan was overwhelmed with happiness to witness his best friend falling under his daughterâs spell â his house now containing its very own box filled with every toy Hyerin mentioned even once, his kitchen stocked with all her favorite foods, and his cats falling asleep beside her anytime they came over to visit.
It was as if he was watching his two worlds collide. His past and present, which he had separated out of a senseless fear, intertwined so effortlessly it made him feel stupid for ever thinking he needed to build this barrier. For assuming the people he loved so much would reject him.
Made him feel even worse for walking away in a futile attempt to protect his feelings, because it only resulted in more hurt.
After so much of his time spent wondering, Chan finally has the answer to his questions. Some of his friends did settle for an ordinary adult life, some already married and some focusing their energy solely on climbing the corporate ladder. Still, some remained relatively unchanged â much like you did.
His social life blossomed again after reconnecting with his old friends. However, he still refused to hire a nanny, too fearful to leave Hyerin to a strangerâs care, resulting in constantly having to come up with excuses when his parents arenât able to babysit. He wonât deny that he often fabricated these lies purely because staying in with his daughter and watching Tangled now outweighs any appeal of noisy nightclubs.
Jisung remained his salvation whenever he wanted to spend the night at your place, with Chan slowly but surely running out of reasons as to why you canât go to his apartment for a change. He hasnât had the heart or the courage to tell you the entire truth yet, only owning up to his lie about his job after you understandably asked him to listen to his new music and he was put on the spot.
Ever since you walked back into his life, he finds himself weaving a web of little white lies that slowly chip away at his heart.
Heâs at a small gathering for his friendâs birthday, listening to Minho all but eulogize his fiancee. They have been a couple since university, Chan playing the wingman and encouraging his friend to finally do something about his crush (mostly because he couldnât handle any more of Minhoâs whining before going to sleep). Despite what everyone around them surmised, they beat all the odds and statistics and stayed together even after university. Chan would be happier about that if he hadnât bet money on them breaking up before graduation. He wonders if Hongjoong will ask for his twenty bucks now that theyâre friends again.Â
âNo, really, settling down with someone is so good,â Minho says after another shot of Soju, a silly smile etched onto his lips. âI thought I would hate it, yâknow? Thought slapping such a significant title on our relationship would wear it down, but itâs the complete opposite. Ever since she proposed, itâs like weâre two love-struck nineteen-year-olds again.â
Chan smiles, saying they should drink to that purely because he hopes the sensation of alcohol burning his throat will numb his overwhelming jealousy. After congratulating Minho for the umpteenth time, he finds himself listening to yet another story about his relationship.
And heâs happy for Minho, just as much as heâs happy for Wonwoo for getting married last year. He couldnât express the overwhelming joy he felt upon discovering these people, who once meant so much to him, had successfully navigated their way through life. But envy rears its ugly head every time he listens to one of their stories, because Chanâs direction in life seems to be a winding road. Heâs a father, and his love for Hyerin is immeasurable, but heâs still actively lying about this side of him simply because he feels as if maybe he made the right choices in life at the worst possible time.
As heâs walking out of Hongjoongâs apartment with you later that night, he wraps an arm around your waist, a smile spreading across his face when you nestle closer to him. You two discuss Wonwooâs marriage, with you talking about how beautiful the ceremony was, but ultimately scowling at the mere thought of getting married. Chan feels the corner of his heart crack at your words, but he laughs it off.
âDo you think he wants kids?â he wonders aloud.
He expects you to laugh at his sudden curiosity. He doesnât expect you to dig at the fissure in his heart with your words, causing it to shatter completely.
âGosh, itâd be so weird to see.â You cringe, snuggling deeper into his arms as a chilly breeze brushes against you two. âI like kids, but Iâd never have them myself. Feel like itâd kinda ruin my life.â
Chan feels his grip on your waist loosen.
âHaving kids doesnât ruin your life,â he reasons. âYouâre given the chance to care for something so precious, so important to this worldâŚâ he trails off, shaking his head and taking a step away from you. It feels as if exasperation has filled his entire being. âYou look into their eyes and see yourself, and itâsâ the love you feel when you first see them is so pure and earth-shattering that you canât think of anything but how to make that tiny being only experience the good in the world. It doesnât ruin your life.â
You eye him with confusion, cocking your head to the side and huffing out a laugh. âYou talk like you know what thatâs like. If you ever have kids one day, then youâll knowââ
âBut I do know,â heâs yelling before he can stop himself, his footsteps coming to a halt. âI know because I have that. I have that and itâs the most precious thing in my life and yet Iâve been taking it for granted. And for what?â
He scoffs bitterly, his gaze fixing on your features; your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged lipstick, the way your puzzled eyes gleam under the moonlight. He shakes his head.Â
âFor childish illusions. The illusion that I could go back in time if I pretended hard enough, the illusion that this romanticized idea I have of my early twenties was superior to the life I have now,â Chan lets out a heavy breath, averting his gaze to the pavement. âThe illusion that I could ever have you.â
âSo itâs my fault you chose to lie about being a dad?â You blurt out.
He doesnât lift his head. He canât, the burden of guilt and shame weighing too heavily on his shoulders for him to face you.
âItâs my fault. You were simply the catalyst.â
âWhat do you even mean?â
âI mean Iâve always felt this way,â he exasperates, finally lifting his head but keeping his gaze anywhere but on you. Heâs a coward. âIâve always felt like maybe I was too young to be a dad, too immature to fully understand the consequences of the choices I made. I donât regret my daughter, but I certainly regret the timing, and this haunts me every day. Meeting you again just made these feelings worse because you represent everything about my past that I no longer have.â
You remain quiet for a beat, but it feels like an eternity as Chan is forced to endure the deafening ring of your silence.
When you finally speak, your voice is unsteady. âYou know, thatâs why I always figured it was for the best that you left.â
âWhat?â Chan turns his gaze toward your face at last, your words stomping on his scattered heart one last time. He expects anger, but sorrow has taken over your expression, one so heavy he doesnât recall a single moment in the years heâs known you where heâs seen you like this.
âYou were always like this, Chan. You might think you were a different person back then, but you said it yourself,â you shrug with a sullen chuckle. âItâs only an illusion.â
He hums, nodding his head as it dawns on him. âYou were never gonna be mine, were you? No matter what I did. I lied to you because I thought you would never want someone like who I am today. But I guess that was all in vain, âcause Iâve always been like this.â
âYou always talked about getting married, settling down, having kids.â As you run a hand through your hair, an exasperated sigh falls from your lips. âYou went along with our bullshit, but even back then, you were always like the dad of our group. This has always been you, Chan, but thatâs not a bad thing. Donât think you need to change or lie about who you are âcause youâre the most amazing man Iâve ever met, butâŚâ
He scoffs. âBut?â
âBut weâre too different. Weâve always been. Weâre great together in every way but the way you want us to be â the way I would love for us to be as well,â you simply say, offering him a smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes.
âAnd would it kill you if we tried? âCause this unfulfilled hope has been killing me since I first fell in love with you.â
âWhatâs her name?â You simply ask, avoiding his question altogether. Chan furrows his brows. âYour daughter, whatâs her name?â
He shifts on his feet. âHyerin.â
âI hope she knows how lucky she is to have you as a dad.â
Chan shakes his head. âIâm far from the perfect father.â
âGood,â you state matter-of-factly. âPerfect wouldnât be you.â
You fall into a much lighter silence, although itâs still far from comfortable. A swarm of questions fills Chanâs mind, but his words fade into silence and die on his lips.
He knows everything is over when you suck in a sharp breath, muttering, âI canât be what you need. When love becomes too serious, I feel trapped and run away. You know what thatâs like,â you trail off. âI know we loved each other back then, and I know I still love you now, but I think itâs my turn to walk away. Iâm sorry, Chan.â
And just like that, heâs left to watch your figure slowly grow smaller and smaller as you fade into the dimly lit street. You donât reprimand him for lying or question if he also loves you still. You donât explain why you canât make an effort, probably because youâre unsure of the answer yourself. It turns out you both remained unchanged.
And after all this time, itâs only then that Chan realizes you were always just as lost as he was.
Chan didnât allow himself to think much about you since he watched you walk away that night. He missed you often, as he had done for so long before your last encounter, but he had long grown numb to that feeling.
In the two years he was apart from you for the second time, he learned that life isnât black or white. He could be a father while also being his own person; a son, a friend, a boyfriend. He learned that prioritizing Hyerin didnât mean neglecting himself, as that would negatively impact her as well. She couldnât only know happiness if her father was always dripping with sadness.
He learned he doesnât have to choose between who he is now and who he was at twenty years old; they were both him, with certain moments bringing out glimpses of one or the other.
Hyerin started elementary school and is blossoming into a caring little girl, no longer needing Chan to tie her pigtails in the morning or remind her to brush her teeth before bed. Although she still demands that they maintain their nightly routine of lying together until she falls asleep to the sound of his voice singing her favorite song.
During his first parent-teacher conference â after walking into the classroom fifteen minutes late â heâs stunned to see you sitting across from him yet again, a pencil holding up your ponytail the same way it did that night at the restaurant. He couldnât help the smile that spread on his lips.
You were Hyerinâs teacher. He recalled picking her up after her first day of school and listening to her gush over the art teacher who was so pretty and nice, and talking about how she wanted to be like her when she grows up.
It felt as if you were destined to find each other every time one of you chose to walk away.
Your friendship picked up again slowly this time â no rushing into bed together and no rushing into long overdue serious conversations. They had already been avoided for years, anyway, they could wait a bit longer. This is exactly what you needed; patience. Chan had never had the patience to wait for you, while you never had the patience to understand your own feelings.
Itâs been ten months now, and heâs yet again sitting before you. The teachers and parents converse around you both as you sit in silence. When you think no one is watching, you exchange glances, struggling to suppress the silly smiles that insist on spreading across your faces.
As people leave the room one by one after the meeting, Chan approaches you.
âYouâre Bang Hyerinâs father, correct?â You speak with a grin.
âCorrect.â
âSheâs an amazing kid,â you tell him.
He smiles, shifting his gaze toward his feet before his eyes find yours again as you speak.
âWe could grab a coffee this weekend.â
This time, there are further implications hidden in your request. Youâre not asking as a friend, like youâve been doing these past months. Some things are heavy with you now, and this is something heâs only recently come to find. Heâs also come to find that he loves that change.
So he answers, âSure. Tomorrow at three?â
âThen Iâm your date for tomorrow,â you say with a giggle. âSee you there, cutie.â
And Chan lets out a hearty laugh at that, which earns him a scolding look from the other teachers in the room.
He isnât sure what will come of this. Maybe you two are better off as friends and all it will take is a couple of months to figure that out. Maybe time has changed you both more than he can understand, and you will finally be able to try something real after all these years of unfulfilled hopes and childish illusions.
Either way, Chan knows he wonât let go of you this time.
He wants you to be his, in any sense of the word.
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i donât think iâve rewatched atla since becoming a committed pacifist and i just finished what was probably my tenth rewatch and i have never loved aang more. i've seen it so many times but i still came away with a new appreciation for the way the end of the story was handled. aang is the only survivor of a genocide and he is clinging to the last remnants of his culture and religion, and everyone is telling him the only way to save the world is to kill the dictator whose regime is responsible for the genocide, but to do so would abandon the deeply held beliefs of his people. if aang goes against his beliefs and kills ozai, his people's way of life dies completely and sozin wins.
aang knows it would be wrong but he can't see another way out so he prays for an answer, and the universe hears him and the spirits send out the lion turtle, and the creator answers him. and here's the thing that i never put together before today: aang would not have been able to energybend ozai if he had given in and wanted to kill him. the lion turtle tells aang that only the incorruptible can bend anotherâs energy, or else they will become corrupted themselves. and i think that aang, because of his love for the fire nation as he had once known it, was never corrupted by personal hatred for the fire lord or the fire nation. he was able to expertly hold two conflicting beliefs in harmony better than any adult could, the belief that ozai is a horrible person and the world would be better off without him and that he's still a human being with a life that is sacred.
and i don't think it's a matter of selfishness like some people make it out to be. aang is not some immature little kid who doesn't want to kill because killing is for bad guys. he's an incredibly wise and spiritual person who was shaped by airbender beliefs and upholds airbender beliefs, and he can see beyond the scope of this war. the balance of the world depends on the existence of the four nations, and aang does not just represent the air nomads, he IS the air nomads. he's all that's left.
despite many peopleâs interpretation of the four past avatarsâ advice, none of the past avatars outright tell him to kill ozai. they tell him to be decisive, to bring justice, to be proactive, to be sacrificial. but none of them tells him definitively to kill him. he doesn't disobey or ignore their advice, he follows their ancient wisdom while still staying true to his beliefs. yangchen actually comes the closest to outright telling him to kill ozai (even more than kiyoshi, surprisingly) but what she fails to account for is that aang is not just the avatar, he is the last airbender, and being the last airbender is far greater a burden than being the avatar. no matter what happens, once he dies, there will always be another avatar. but if he is not careful to preserve the airbender way of life, there will be no more airbenders. yangchen could sacrifice her air nomad way of life for the sake of her duty to the world because there were thousands of other air nomads to continue their traditions. aang has no such privilege.
and it's not that he doesn't want to kill, it's that he actually doesn't think he can do it -- both that he won't be able to emotionally bring himself to kili someone, and, prodigy that he is, he doesn't have the raw bending skill to overcome a comet-powered master firebender. and then it turns from 'i don't think i can do it' into âi canât do it.â and when the avatar state gives him enough power to actually do it, he changes the answer to âi wonât do it.â he overcomes all the combined power of his past lives to say no, i have found another answer and i will remain incorruptible. to kill is to maintain the power struggle of the fire nation and to reject air nomad wisdom and without airbenders the world CANNOT be brought into balance.
the only thing ozai cares about is power, and that's what the entire fight with ozai is about, physically and ideologically, because ozai only sees power in terms of force, fear, threats, and violence. to ozai, aang (and his entire people) are weak and undeserving of life because they are largely pacifists, but he fails to see the magnificent power that the airbenders do hold, spiritual wisdom and mastery of the self and contentment and joy and harmony and a deep understanding of the world that a man like ozai could never obtain. to kill ozai would ratify ozaiâs worldview that power as he defines it is the most important pursuit in the world and the only way to assert one's right to be in the world is to be cruel and violent like him. i think to ozai, becoming powerless might be worse than being dead. he wants power, or he wants death, and aang gives him neither. it upends everything he believed in. aang, the avatar, but more importantly, the last airbender, armed by his past lives' power and his people's love and the spirit world's blessing and the lion turtle's omniscience (and toph's mastery of true sight through neutral jing), ends the war 100 years to the day after the air nomad genocide, in the way that his people taught him, with power that goes beyond force and violence, with spiritual wisdom, with an incorruptible soul, with mercy -- mercy that is not weakness, mercy that brings justice.
#they just don't make kids cartoons like they used to!!!!#also zuko said 'love and peace' in his coronation speech. i am squinting at bryan and mike. is that what it think it is#atla#aang#meta
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LEE HEESEUNG â shows you off all around the college campus, an arm wrapping your shoulders and bored eyes to scare off guys who thought they had a chance with you. his presence alone is enough to send a clear message: you're off-limits. it's not just his imposing demeanour that keeps others at bay; it's the way he looks at you, with a mix of pride and adoration that makes it clear you're the centre of his world. everyone knows not to mess with heeseung's girl, if they don't want a black eye.
and even when he's not around you like a guard dog, you're wearing his leather jacket everywhere, like a souvenir. between classes, he sneaks moments to steal kisses, his touch gentle yet possessive. you find comfort in the routine, in the way he makes you feel safe and cherished.
"you don't have to do that, you know," you say, looking up at him with a reassuring smile.
âdo what?â, heeseung's voice morphs into a mellow, loving tone, as he looks down at you.
âscare them like thatâ, you sigh. heeseung chuckles, pulling you closer, "i can't help it. i just want to make sure everyone knows you're mine.â
âi think they got the messageâ, you giggle, kissing your lovely boyfriend.
PARK JONGSEONG â has his utmost faith in the fact that there is no line in this world he wouldn't cross for you. from sneaking into your room late at night to celebrate your anniversary, to beating up your psycho ex, jongseong's actions speak louder than his words. to him, protecting you isn't just a duty, it's a sacred vow. that's why he drags your ex to his underground boxing match, to claim his victoryâ both over this fight and you. most ardently, you.
and it's all worth the cuts and bruises and hushed conversations around the town when they are being treated by you.
"you're crazy, you know that?" you murmur, but there's no hiding the affection in your voice. you dab the cotton swab over his wounds, faces too close to each other.
jay raises his head from your lap, hovering over you within seconds. there's this glint in his eyes that speaks volumes for him, and he does the rest with his lips.
âonly for youâ, jay replies, catching your lips in a breathtaking kiss, hands wandering under your shirt in a split second, âforever for you, crazy or notâ, he nibbles on your lower lip, before kissing you again.
his hands slip under your shirt, that's actually his, and wonder about your waist, tracing random shapes.
your heart flutters at his words, and you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles. "just promise me you'll be careful," you say, your eyes reflecting the depth of your feelings for him.
âsorry angelâ, jay sighs, ruffling your hair playfully, âi need to make sure there are no bad guys.â
SIM JAEYUN â âs second most favourite thing in this entire universe is his bike. the first being the girl who sits behind him on his bike, you. reality blurs with his fantasies when you wrap your hands around his torso, pulling yourself closer to lean on his shoulders. the ambient air hits your face and makes your hair dance along with it, as jakeâs bike speeds up. he feels euphoric at this moment, it's just you and him.
it's the way his biker jacket dangles off from his shoulder, the silver chain decorating his neckâ which is obviously gifted by you. and everytime you're nervous while looking down at you, he bites his lips, which is not helpful at all.
âoh my god, jake slow down!â, you hold on even tighter to him as he roars his bike, and that's just what he wants. he chuckles softly, the sound barely audible over the roar of the engine. "hold on tight, love," he shouts back, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. the cityscape blurs into streaks of light and colour as you weave through the streets together, the night air cool against your skin.
he takes a sudden turn, and the bustling city gives way to quieter streets lined with trees. you dismount, legs slightly wobbly, but jake is there to steady you.
"how was that?" he asks, a grin spreading across his face.
you laugh, the sound full of joy and relief. "absolutely crazy," you reply, gazing up at him. âyou scared me good."
"scare you? never," he teases, pulling you into a hug. "i just wanted to feel you hold onto me tighter."
you shake your head, playfully swatting his arm. "you're impossible, you know that?"
"it's alright if it's you," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead
PARK SUNGHOON â climbs up your balcony at 3 am, the perfect time when he knows your parents are either having a soundless sleep or out of town. he feels like a knight in shining armour, climbing up to save his dear princess from all the melancholy and shush her to ease, hands softly gliding through her raven hair. he lands with a soft thud, his eyes scanning the darkened room through the sheer curtains.
as he approaches your window, his heart beats faster, not from the exertion but from the anticipation of seeing you again. he knows this is dangerous, knows that if your parents found out it could mean the end for him. but none of that matters now
he taps lightly on the glass, and watches your silhouette get up and open the window for him with a worried face. âsunghoon what theââ, you manage to shush yourself before pulling him in and shutting the window close, âyou just came here yesterday!â, you whisper.
âcan't even see my pretty girl in peace now?â, sunghoon sighs, pulls you closer and lets your lips meet. they travel all over your face, to your neck, trailing up to nibble on your earlobes and back to your lips again. he takes a moment to breathe and adore your pretty face. "i couldn't stay away," he murmurs, his eyes locks onto yours. "i needed to see you.â
âi get it hoon, but at least tell me before you drop byâ, there is adoration hidden by worry in your voice as you press a soft kiss on his mole near his nose. âi wanted it to be a surprise, princessâ, he chuckles.
âwhat if my parentsââ
before you could say another word, sunghoon tackles you down on the bed. âi don't care if your parents find outâ, he shushes you, his index finger ghosting over your lips, tracing it down to the middle of your collar bones, âit's about us, and you're mine.â
KIM SUNOO â hates to see you hanging around with boys who just aren't good for you. he knows their typeâsmooth talkers with no substance, guys who don't see you for the incredible person you are. in his mind, he's the one for you. maybe because he's crazy in love with you but also because he knows how to treat you better. sunoo knows your favourite colour, how you like your coffee, your favourite spots around town and what not.
it's always him, even in this cold of night when your date stood you up, and you circled back to kim sunoo. teeth chattering and a soft yet piercing breeze, another minutesâ wait before you hear the long awaited familiar voice.
âsorry uhâ i'm lateâ, sunoo clears his throat, hesitant to look at your eyes, âlet's go home.â
you're about to run to him and be ready to go home when you notice the bruises on his knuckles, âwhat the fuck have you been doing?â, you furrow your eyebrows together. sunoo tries to hide his hands behind his back, but it's too late. you grab his wrist, pulling it closer to inspect the damage. the bruises are fresh, the skin raw and tender. âwhat is this, sunoo?â
âsince you don't know how to deal with trash dudesâ, he rolls his eyes, snatching his wrists back, âand i called jay so we were good. now let's go home.â
âyou canât keep doing this, sunoo,â you say softly, your voice barely audible over the wind. âyouâre going to get hurt.â
âif you care about me so much then maybe you should just be with meâ, sunoo spits those words, coming out of him in an instant, âi'm i-â
âi love you,â you reply back, a hint of nervousness and hurry, almost as instant as him, âsorry, i was not brave enough.â sunoo immediately takes your face in between his hands, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips, âdon't ever say sorry to me ever again. it's okayâŚi love you too.â
YANG JUNGWON â âs secret behind his back to back victories is you. overly eager to impress the pretty girl in denim skirts and hoop earrings. your presence at the illegal racing scene fuels his desire to impress you, to see your smile widen with every race he wins.
as he revs up his engine, the adrenaline coursing through his veins isn't just for the thrill of the race, it's to capture your attention, to make your heartbeat a little faster. each victory isn't just about the prize money or the bragging rights, it's about earning your admiration, maybe even your affection.
jungwon dismounts his bike, helmet in hand, and strides towards you, a triumphant grin on his face. "told you iâd win," he says, voice low and confident. he pulls you closer by your waist, his hand snaking tighter around it.
âyou never fail to amaze me," you say, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and affection.
he chuckles, a hint of pride in his voice. "just doing what i do best.â
he shrugs, but you can see the sparkle of excitement in his eyes. "it's easy when i have the best motivation in the world.â jungwon's eyes light up at the sight of your smile, how happily you look at him and giggle over his win.
âwe're missing something outâ, jungwon clears his throat, pulling you just a bit closer, doing all his best not to kiss you.
âreally? what's that?â, you smirk.
âyou promised to let me take you out on a date if i winâ, a smirk plays at the corners of his lips, a smug confidence coloured over his face, ââya still remember that?â
âand what if i say i forgot?â, hard to get, he likes that.
jugwon's smirk widens, "then i guess i'll have to remind you," he murmurs, his voice a tantalising blend of challenge and flirtation.
NISHIMURA RIKI â has endless foolproof excuses up his sleeves, whether it's bunking his class or ways to meet up with you despite your strict household. just last week he had to take you out on cafĂŠ and amusement park dates to convince you to tutor him, that too, in your house! something about the fact that your parents can catch you both thrills riki.
he leans casually against the school gate, his usual smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. "hey," he greets, sliding his hands into his pockets. "ready for our 'study session'?"
you roll your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the sight of him. âyou know, if you actually paid attention in class, you wouldn't need tutoring." he laughs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "where's the fun in that? besides, i prefer learning from you.â
you had a hard time convincing your dad to even let riki in your house, he's always greeted with an awkward stareq, which he returns back to your mom. "you really shouldn't be here," you whisper, glancing nervously around.
he chuckles softly, his voice low and comforting. "relax. i promise i won't get you in trouble."
"alright, algebra it is. but you know," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper, "i think i'd learn better if you rewarded me for every right answer." you look at him, your resolve weakening. "what kind of reward are we talking about?"
he grins, his gaze intense. "how about a kiss for every correct answer?"
âonly if you wanna dieââ
but it's only a fraction of a second before he pulls you into a sweet kiss, pushing you away as he hears the door of your room creaking open. he's once again greeted by your father's angry face.
âoh, good evening sir!â
a/n â i don't think the sypnosis is it TT i think this could've been more bad boy coded on my part, but honestly my brain was fried TT lmk if u liked it tho!
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Hi there!
I finally got around to request something for Bill ^â _â ^
Could I get some Bill Cipher x reader headcanons during weirdmageddon? How would it look like being by his side as his s/o? I love this yellow triangle so much-
Have a nice day / night! <3
Being Bill Cipher's partner during Weirdmageddon! (GN Reader)
Notes: I'm surprised in all my time of being in the gravity falls fandom I've never written anything for it. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Unhealthy relationships
Itâs all reliant on if weâre talking about canon Bill or a more fanon version where heâs capable of love. So Iâll write both!
Canon Bill would keep you around more as a plaything than a partner. A trophy, if you will. Heâs taken over the world, the Pines were out of his hair, and all he needed now was a prize! And that little prize would be you!Â
He will poke, push, and prod every one of your buttons until you give him a reaction. Getting angry towards him wonât do anything for you. Itâll just bring him to provoke you more.
Bill would give his henchmaniacs free rein to torment you as long as no fatal harm comes to your body.
Any privacy you thought you had is nonexistent. There are eyes everywhere. Literally!
Now, thereâs another side I could imagine. It's a side thatâs nicer but still nowhere near friendly. If you were a possible disciple of his, wanting to help him start the end of the world, youâd be treated slightly better.Â
Youâd be more like a servant than a trophy. He would give you more freedom in a way. Like sending you to do tasks that he canât be bothered to do.
âHey, disciple. Go run to the never ending forest dimension and send Mother Nature a message. She still owes me something.â There wouldnât even be time for you to respond before he whisks you away with a snap of his fingers.
Now, moving on to a more romantic version of Bill!
Having been betrothed to the strongest being in the universe, youâll be absolutely spoiled. Anything across the multiverse is yours. Bill can make it happen!
While he doesnât need to sleep, heâll set up a room just for you in the Fearamid. Ever seen a triangle-shaped bed? Well, now you have! The room would be decorated in the gaudiest decorations a demon could think of. I hope you like the color gold, youâll be seeing it in your nightmares. The room would be soundproof as well. The party isnât stopping just because Billâs human needs some rest.
Affection with Bill wonât be typical by human standards. Rather than hugs and gentle touches, heâs a lot more aggressive. Punches on the arm, slaps on the back, and heavy-handed head rubs are more his style. But maybe if you beg, heâll let you kiss one of his surfaces.
Trips to another dimension are always a fun date idea! Youâll be introduced to species and lands beyond your mortal comprehension. See anything you like here, go ahead and take it back to the Fearamid. What you want is yours to take!
Bill likes to go all out and party. Heâs throwing the biggest and most chaotic wedding youâll ever attend. Any guest that doesnât bring a nice enough gift is either getting thrown into the worst dimension possible or turned to stone.
Good luck taking that ring off your finger, youâre bound to him for all of eternity!
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Scoups spicy headcanons
Pairing: scoups x f!reader
Warnings: sex, mentions of oral, just nasty piece of work tbh lmao, MINORS DNI
Kind of a continuation of my tiktok post
Note:âŚi need to get dicked down, its been too longâŚanyway enjoy this
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â˘his kisses are always soo deep, its just that pace that changes- when heâs desperate, his kisses become fast and filled with urge and need, when he wants to savour both you and the moment, he takes his time
â˘the type to spread his arms on the back rest of the couch while you sit on his lap and make out with him, will not touch you until you start whining and pleading of him to touch you
â˘loooves leaving hickeys. not only on your neck, but on your chest, your hips, your thighs and sometimes even your ass cheeks (in a shape of a little heartâ¤ď¸)
â˘also likes it when you leave hickeys on him too, it shows to others that you both belong to somebody, except he doesnât like to hide his while you literally spend tons of time and makeup trying to cover his piece of work
â˘two words: size kink. nothing gets him going quite like watching and comparing how much bigger he is compared to you, how his big hands can easily wrap themselves around your neck, your hands, your hips, anywhere really
â˘likes to just let his hand rest on your neck while kissing. not outright choking, but justâŚlets you feel the heavy weight of it on your thin neck
â˘a service dom, idk how people came to think that coups is this mean dom who just enjoys inflicting pain on you, like nuh-uh, this man literally lives to serve you, will listen to everything you got to say, if you say âa little more of this, a little bit less of thatâ consider it already done. your pleasure is his first priority
â˘which brings me to- he wonât fuck you until you have cumed on his fingers (and/or face) at least two times.
â˘the mirror thatâs facing your bedđ¤him, loves nothing more than to fuck you from behind in front of the said mirror, loves just looking at your dazed look, how hard you try to keep your balance, how his hand looks around your neck
â˘very talkative in bed, from asking if youâre still okay to asking you things like âlook at you, so pretty. whoâs my pretty girl? hm? is this all for me baby? so wet, just for me? can you give me another one? cmon, my pretty girl, just one more, cum on my dick one more time, i know you can do itâ NCHSIDBSIADBAI
â˘praise kink>>>>>>, idk who convinced yall that he would like degrading you, bro literally LOVES you, he has no reason to talk to you like that, heâs always just like âyouâre doing so good, baby, taking this dick. fuck, so good, youâre taking me so well, can you take on more? of course you can, my girl can always take on more, cmon, thatâs itâ (currently manifesting this man in my lifeđ)
â˘loooves it when you scratch his back unconsciously, just likes to look at it the next morning, wears it like a gold medal
â˘oh i just know he has a big dick, donât even try to convince me otherwise, its both long and girthy, itâs always so overwhelming having him inside your pussy
â˘i always say- having a small dick is no excuse for being a bad partner, the universe gave you 10 fingers, a mouth and a lot of imagination. if you still canât figure out how to please your partner, then itâs a you problemâŚ.lets just say cheol has no problems-with his size, his fingers skills, his tongue nor his imagination, heâs such a good lover, he will literally make you see stars
â˘speaking of-he asks you to sit on his face and literally to almost suffocate him at least two times a week. he just loves feeling your weight on his face, your smell surrounding him, you looking down on him while heâs living every manâs dream
â˘loves holding hands while in a missionary, it just makes the atmosphere that much more intimate and romantic, always intertwines your fingers and he finds that soâŚcomforting
â˘now, he doesnât enjoy inflicting pain on you (he enjoys leaving a good spank and a little bit of choking), that much is clear, but he still likes seeing you with tears down your cheeks from the immense pleasure heâs bringing you
â˘is the king of body worshipping. on the nights where heâs feeling extremely loving, first, he takes off your clothes slowly, then he kisses you for a few moments, and then he starts leaving kisses everywhere-from your lips, across your jaw, on your neck, going down to your chest, a few ticklish kisses on your stomach, leaving a few teasing kisses on your clit, looking up while kissing your thighs, on the scars on your knee, all the way down to your ankle. and then the same route upwards, all while whispering soft words of praise to you
â˘if you ever thought that this man is anything other than an ass man, you are delusional. from spanking you, fucking you from behind, to literally kissing your cheeks better after a few particularly hard spanks and leaving hickeys on it, rubbing it gently in comforting way with a comforting hand, there isnât a way this man hasnât interacted with your behind lol
â˘loves to pull on your hair lightly during the slow make out sessions, but also enjoys it when you pull on his hair while heâs laying between your legs, eating you out as if you were his last meal
â˘loves how he can just pick you up and fuck you against any surface available, it gets him so turned on knowing that he can carry you so easily and manhandle you into any position he wants you in
â˘low-key has a breeding kink, he loves watching his cum leak out of you, and stuffing it back in, knowing that he could impregnate you any time he comes inside, itâs always so thrilling to him (plus he really want to start a family with you)
â˘heâs the aftercare KING, sometimes he spends more time talking you down from the height, cuddling you, cleaning you, kissing you and letting you know how much he loves you than he spend on the sex itself, heâs a natural caretaker so he enjoys taking care of your body and your mind after your sexy escapades
in conclusion: SCOUPS PLEASE I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE PLS BABY
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tags: han jisung x fem!reader, college bf jisung (yes this needs a tag of its own), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, pussydrunk jisung, nicknames (sungie, baby, babe, princess, etc), dirty talk, begging, spit, cum eating, implied multiple orgasms/overstimulation, squirting, basically pwp
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add. notes: for my luvr @hyunsvngs :3
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han jisung is a lot of things.
top of his class, head of the newspaper club, regular volunteer at the university's animal shelter, that one friendly yet reserved senior everyone feels comfortable talking to, and so much more.
to your smug satisfaction, he is also your boyfriend. your sweet, lovely, lovely boyfriend of six months. heâs the type who dotes on you like no other, the type who holds your bag when itâs too heavy (although he complains about it the entire way), the type who tries his best to open the door for you even when he always gets mixed up between push and pull signs, the type who does his best to cook for you even if the only food he can manage to make is a box of overly soggy cup ramen.
the type whoâs currently got your legs hooked over his shoulders as he buries his tongue inside your cunt.
ângh, sungie.. âs too much!â you whine as his cherry lips wrap around your swollen clit for the nth time, sucking it into the warm confines of his inviting mouth like itâs the sweetest treat heâs had all day. even with the way your legs kick up at the spiking pleasure shooting through your core after the multiple orgasms youâve had, he still continues his ministrations, too fucked out to think or budge away as his wet muscle swipes across your folds and dripping hole. it really was favourite pastime to eat you out.
âjust a lilâ bit more, baby. please? âs so good, i canât stop.â he whimpers into you, pulling away momentarily so his big, brown, doe eyes can stare back into yours, wet eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his lip quivers. you bite your own at the sight in front of you, letting out a sigh because if he keeps looking at you like that, you fear you might let him get away with murder. âbut âm sensitive.â you huff, looking down expectantly at the boy between your thighs in hopes heâd beg for you just a little more. to which jisung seems to catch your drift because once the words leave your mouth, heâs kicking up a fuss, puffing out his chest between choked complaints to resume his previous activity.
âiâll make you feel so good, princess. wontchaâ let me?â he pleads. âlove eating this cute little pussy, âs the best thing iâve ever tasted.â he licks his lips, heavy breathing filing the air as his eyes drift down to the mess in front of him. your essence coats the soft skin of your inner thighs, a mix of arousal and spit dripping onto the couch heâd gotten you laid back against when he stumbled through the front door, not even bothering with a greeting before spluttering out if he could go down on you right now. without warning, jisung laves a finger through your folds, drawing a yelp from you as he gathers the combined liquids of his own saliva and the remnants of your previous releases on his sole digit before popping it into his mouth. the taste has him moaning out with closed eyes like itâs truly the best thing heâd ever tasted, and that only causes you to clench around nothing as your clit throbs for further stimulation.Â
âjust one more time, i guess.â you mumble, unable to hide your own temptation as jisung flashes you the widest, most accomplished grin youâve possibly ever seen him sport. itâs only a matter of mere seconds before heâs diving in once again, flat tongue back on you and meeting your hardened nub as you groan. âso fucking good. my girl has the best cunt ever.â he growls, continuing to lick and suck, alternating between drawing shapes on your clit and bunching your folds up with his fingers to suck them into his mouth. he continues mumbling phrases into your wetness that you can hardly make out, something about how heâll never get enough of this and how thereâs nothing as good as you out there. you think heâs exaggerating honestly, but with the way heâs so enthusiastically slurping at you, you reckon he might be telling the truth.
âfuck, sungie! w-wait!â you exclaim when he suddenly shoves two fingers inside of you, the pads of his digits rubbing against that rough spot deep inside of you, massaging it as if his life depends on it. you can feel the burn of whatâs potentially your 3rd orgasm of the night creeping up on you, churning in your stomach as your boyfriend proceeds to brush the tips of his fingers against your wet walls all at the same time as he eats you out.Â
âcanât. gotta make this cunt cum.â jisung grunts, pulling away to smack his lips so he can taste you better on his mouth before going back in. âyou want that too, right baby? wanna cum for me? make a mess for your sungie?â your moans only egg him on further, fingers hammering inside you repeatedly combined with the suction of his mouth surrounding your engorged bundle of nerves. it doesnât take very long after that for you to release, clear liquid spurting out of your tight hole against jisungâs fingers and mouth as you cry out in ecstasy. âshit, thatâs it. cum for me, baby. keep squirtinâ fâme.â your boyfriend murmurs against you, continuing to lick at you as you shake through the duration and aftershocks of your orgasm, hands reaching out to grip his hair between them as you tug on it harshly.
âfuck..â you breathe out once youâve come down from your high, laughing incredulously to yourself as jisung gives one last peck to your cunt. he pulls his fingers out slowly, admiring the way your hole clings to them before shoving them into his mouth, obscenely moaning at the taste of you coating his digits. you flush a dark pink at his reaction. âyou do too much when it comes to my pussy, babe.â you grumble, visibly embarrassed whilst your boyfriend just chuckles, lifting himself away from his position between your legs to come up and press a sweet kiss to your lips. you kiss him back of course, nose scrunching up at the taste of yourself on his lips, but nothing compares to the feeling of jisungâs plush mouth on yours, so you bear with it.
âi canât help it, baby.â jisung shrugs once he pulls away. âitâs not my fault that iâd have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner if i could.â thereâs a wicked glint in his eyes as he speaks, and you meekly shove his shoulder at the teasing smile he gives you, suppressing your own when he burst out into melodious laughter that always fills your chest with warmth.
after all, han jisung is a lot of things, but the best one of them all is definitely the fact that he's your precious boyfriend, the type who will always fall to his knees for you whenever you desire.
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reblogs & comments are always appreciated! <3
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Nightmare and Dream but feral, non-skeletal body!
For the love of god PLEASE click on the image for better quality + close ups and clothed version under the cut!!
Would you kiss them?
Video process:
I made these using a specific context
A while ages ago I drew and posted a drawing of Nightmare and Dream on their light ball form but with some alterations/personal headcanons.
On the post, I expressed my desire to draw the twins in a universe were Nim didnât need to give them bodies, and just let them grow naturally. And specifically give them an animalistic appearance, instead of a humanoid one like most artist do.
You can see on the process video that it took me 1000 sketches to make something that looked good and I was happy with, the video is obviously sped up, the total time it took me to make this was 28 hours and 15 minutes.
Now explaining some things:
Why are they so big?
I read on a post made by Joku that Nim, before giving them skeleton bodies, tried to make them human ones, but the pure amount of magic and power the twins had made the human bodies explode or some shit. So she picked skeletons since the magic could flow freely through the bones without being confined by muscle and flesh. That made me think if their power had physical forms, it would be gigantic. So I gave them gigantic forms to better represent their status of strength and power, beings made from raw magic to serve as guardians of all emotions throughout the multiverse, of course I needed to make them big and intimidating!
Why the horns?
Artistic design choice, I gave them little horns and a chubby tail in their light ball form to purposefully make them more animalistic, wanted to keep it while making these. Also just giving them a smooth head with nothing much going on looked weird and boring.
Why the draconian look?
Dragons had been created and depicted as symbols of pure power above humanity and worshipped as deities throughout several cultures around the world, different depictions of dragons has been one of the only things present among almost all cultures, like a default folklore creature. While I tried to incorporate other mythical creatures in the design, the draconic body plan felt more right due to the influence of dragons on human beliefs, and their representation as magical and powerful beings beyond human comprehension. Plus I just really love drawing dragons.
Why the clothing choice? Also why is Dream half naked while Nightmare has everything covered?
While designing the clothes for Nightmare, I used as reference clothing that usually royalty would wear, Nightmare has a really big ego and sees himself as a king, so he uses fancy, expensive clothing and jewelry, adapted and designed for his anatomy. Not practical for battle, but his corruption can go through the fabric without damaging it, and most people and monsters just run when they see him, so he doesnât worry about it getting dirty or tearing, Nightmare just expects every soul to instantly submit when they see him, so he never worries about getting into a battle and getting dirty he has that big of an ego.
Dream is the opposite, his style of clothing much more practical for running, jumping, flying, fighting and general exercise. He has 4 bags in total, 2 on each side, inside them he keeps several items, be it healing food, magical artifacts, first aid kit, gifts he receives, stuff he buys or random things he finds and wants to take home with him. Dreamâs crown is now a colar couldnât figure out how to make it work with the head shape and horns, his cape is from his official design, but changed to white, was planning to make it yellow but when I looked at it my eyes hurt because there was too much yellow everywhere. I made Dreamâs clothes with the intent to match his official design, I didnât to the same for nightmare because a turtle neck with a hoodie on a dragon would make him more huggable than intimidating. Plus I like to think that the leg warmers was a gift from Blue, and the ring on his horn a gift from Ink. Didnât add more stuff on him because I couldnât think of something that would look good and match Dreamâs vibe, the rest of his clothes on his official design didnât translate well here. Oh, while I was drawing this, I drew the colar and the leg warmers first, without the cape, Dream looked like a twink with a pet play kink.
Side note; neither Nightmare or Dream see the use of clothes as a necessity or as decency. For them clothes are nothing but pure decoration and to show off status for Nightmare, they can wear full body suits, partial clothing, just jewelry, or nothing at all, which is what they usually go for when at home, wearing or not wearing stuff doesnât make that much of a difference to them at all.
Do they act as animals or do they have human intelligence?
Despite me using the word âferalâ all the time to describe them, they do not actually act as animals. Iâm only using âferalâ to describe their body/anatomy, Nightmare and Dream are fully sentient and have human level intelligence/awareness. They are capable of speech and have opposable thumbs on their front paws, they can grab, write, hold⌠do anything a human can do with their hands with dexterity. But they do have to use only hand one at a time, and balance themselves with the other. To use both hands, they have to be sitting, or be supported by something, they can balance themselves on their wings if they have to.
And now contradicting what I just said, they have some animalistic behaviors. The twins can growl, purr and roar. Despite Nightmare being able to use his tentacles and Dream being able to shoot magic arrows out of his wings, they to also scratch and bite while fighting. Since they are big and heavy, they can easily crush bone under their weight and their bite force is strong enough to split someone in half. If you need a reference, just use Smaug from The Hobbit, he has more or less the balance of animal behavior and human intelligence Iâm looking for.
Expanding more on this, the twins stretch just like felines, and often sleep in positions usually cats sleep in (they donât actually need to sleep but do anyway). Dream likes to go fishing, and by fishing I mean jumping in a lake and chasing the fish underwater. He finds it more fun than sitting around and waiting for the fish to come to you instead.
I guess you count their lack of necessity to wear clothes as animal logic too?
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Because I just remembered, as author, I have power to do whatever the hell I want in fanfiction. The only powers in the universe that can stop me is my terrible ADD and terrible sleeping habits.
Itâs a sequel to âMistaken for Wolverine's and Wade's possible kid.'
There was a possible feral child running around with claws and a smart mouth.
âWe'll take him home, keep him in the bathroom for a little while so Laura can get used to his scent and then slowly introduce them to each other.â
ââŚthey arenât catsâŚâ
âRight, weasel family, close enough.â
Logan rolled his eyes with grunt, the smell of crushed ice and iron filling his nose, they had been following the kids scent for awhile now, enough for a quick change out of uniform to throw on street clothes.
Wade had thrown on an over large sweater with the hoodie pulled up with a face mask and glasses, Logan himself was dressed in one of his flannels.
âWe look like the Unibomber and the Bounty Paper mascot have decided to go on a date at the local market.â
They were close, the tracks had lead them to a more public place, a small outdoor fruit market, but there was no sign of white hair anywhere. Though that didnât matter if the kid could go invisible.
They were close thoughâŚ
âSo whatâs the bet that baby wolvie can change his appearance to fit in?â
âHmm?â
Wade nudged their shoulders together as he gave a subtle nod over to the next stall, black hair, blue eyes, different clothesâŚbut the smell remained the sameâŚ
âOh, boy, whoever made this designer baby knew what they were doing, still has those sharp claws and cute little fangs you both share. Congratulations to us? What we naming him?â
âWade.â
âRight, assuming gender, my apologies.â
The man actually snorted in brief amusement, getting what he knew was a wide grin even if it was covered up, he rolled his eyes as the usually red covered merc grabbed his bicep, âHe could be a Void escapee, I donât smell any other human smells on him, letâs stay up wind right now.â
Wade gave the arm he was attached to a small squeeze, âLed the way Mr. Paper Picker Upper.â
They moved slowly through the crowd, eyes on the kid but still keeping a distance incase he picked up the super senses trait.
Lightly clawed hands were picking up apples, sniffing them then placing them down, head would tilt and the ears would twitch, he was still listening for any kind of disturbance. Eyes would focus on a fruit, then dart to the side, still wary and still watching out.
âThe face shape and features are the sameâŚneed better proof though.â
âLucky you and the need for the plot to move forward, looks like someone has itchy knuckles and a case of peekaboo.â
Sure enough, one hand was rubbing at the knuckles were a slight sheen glinted in the sunlight before disappearing.
The kid was frowning down at his own hands, distracted enough to not notice Wade casually stroll up behind him, âBaby boy, is that you! Youâve been gone for two years! We thought you were dead!â
Logan sighed tiredly, accepting his fate as he watched his partner throw his arms around the child in a crushing hug, wailing dramatically how they would be so much better parents now, they would support his interest in professional knitting and how dare he leave with a note written in cursive.
Phones were out, people were clapping over the tearful reunion, the poor kid looked shocked to be manhandled over to him by Wade.
âItâs your Daddy, I know he is currently cosplaying a lumberjack, but heâs still the asshole we love.â
Logan could only shake his head, letting out a huff before staring down the kid, âReady to have that chat?â
Bright blue eyes glared up at him on a level of unimpressed that only teens could reach, âI donât know, are you ready to go save Goldilocks, I think you better go off and get lost in the woods looking for her.â
âOh, he is just the Sassiness! He gets it from me, I swear! Just an absolute deee-light!"
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