#its also making me realize that eventually i should totally get a tattoo of a parasaurolophus
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u know the going is getting tough when u fall back on the interests u had when u were 6
#the wolfs howl#been big into dinosaurs and httyd latelyâŚ.#my purest forms of autism#its also making me realize that eventually i should totally get a tattoo of a parasaurolophus#and also maybe smth httyd related#probably the symbol for the night fury class? because i tried to carve it into a punpkin when i was 10 and lowkey failed#but its so satisfying too#like if i am to get interest related tattoos it Cannot be someone elses fan art tbh. im so picky abt the art i like and like.#when it comes to art i like too; if i like it long enough iâll eventually be able to pick apart every detail that bugs me#ANYWAY UM.#yeah things havent been great mentally in the panna fandom recently but at least i put last weeks laundry away finally!#AND! i registered for my classes next semester whos proud of me :) (i am!!! yay!!!)#so hopefully things get better
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Got any hcs for Veggie Burger (1p x 2p America)? đ
Sorry this took a moment. I had to gather my thoughts a bit and figure out which route I wanted to take on 2p Americaâs characterization. Either he was going to be quiet, shy and timid to be the opposite of Alfredâs loud, over confident, outgoing character or 2p America was going to be the âbad boyâ/âvillainâ who deep down is actually a sweetheart to Alfredâs âheroâ but is sometimes a bit ignorant and oblivious to others feelings at times. I ended up going with the latter because @modernday-jay is how I found this pairing and honestly his characterization of Allen has got me in a death-grip and I had to follow the version that was most like Jayâs
So⌠Going to be really dramatic with how they meet-> The 1p and the 2p worlds for one reason or another crash together, uniting the two
Allen and Alfred meet when a meeting between the counterparts are called and Alfred thinks Allen is so cool. Heâs got sunglasses, a leather jacket, tattoos and this cool, confident air to him
But Allen also acts like your traditional bad boy which Alfred he doesnât like (he totally does deep down) and vows that as the hero theyâll have to be enemies
Allen thinks this is funny and plays along with this whole enemies thing, but likeâŚheâs flirty about it because he knows Alfred finds him hot
Eventually, Alfred accepts the fact that he actually (loves) wants to be friends with Allen and decides that maybe he should try âredeemingâ him. So they end up spending more time with each other.
At first Allen agrees just to further mess with Alfred, but then he actually starts to find Alfredâs rambling and overall dorkiness to be endearing and he is quite easy on the eyes
Alfred on the other hand starts to realize that Allenâs âbad boyâ appearance is just that, an appearance. So is his confidence. Deep down heâs insecure and actually has a heart of gold. Sure he doesnât really like authority and heâll do minor things to be a nuisance, but heâs not as bad as Alfred thought.
Alfred is really touched by Allenâs love for animals specifically the quick bond Allen formed with Alfredâs dog Liberty
So Allen makes the first move, a little more experienced with romance when theyâre on the couch or something watching a movie and Allen just wraps an arm around Alfred. Heâs surprisingly nervous especially when Alfred tenses, but Alfred quickly relaxes against AllenÂ
Moving onto general headcanons
The only vegan food Alfred will eat is if it is cooked by Allen because Allen is an amazing cook
They are both animal lovers and get a bunch of pets (specifically dogs since they both love dogs so much)
Alfred is obsessed with space while Allen is obsessed with the ocean and they are happy to listen to the other go off about their interests
They are very touchy feely with each other and are the obnoxious couple who will not keep their sappiness or hands to each other
 Allen really likes to sit in Alfredâs lap
Theyâre both big on nicknames and have a million different ones though âbabeâ/âbabyâ are the go to
They both love theatre. Alfred just likes to watch, but Allen also really likes to perform. They love going to the local theatre and Allen has even performed in a few shows.
Also Allen can sing really well with rock being his forte. Alfred loves it, but he prefers when Allen sings softer songs. There has been more than one occasion where Allen sung him to sleep after a hard night of anxiety and nightmares
Allen canât stand country music while its Alfredâs favorite music genre
They donât really argue but they have minor disagreements (like whether country music sucks or not)
With the worlds now merged, the 2ps ended up losing their homes thus Alfred and Allen moved in together very quickly, even before they were dating
JustâŚTheyâre very supportive, very loving (sometimes to the point it it obnoxious) and very happy together
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Iâve wanted to write about this for ages and Psi has kind of made relevant so
I always thought it was weird if we saw a Digimon die and then come back as the exact same species of Digimon.
(This isnât specific to any series though I do use Adventure a lot in this discussion. May also contain spoilers for Psi)
Now admitedly there arenât too many examples of this in the franchise (Patamon and Leomon being one of the few notable ones), but that is mainly because deaths are fairly rare, and even deaths we do see, itâs even rarer to see them come back (even when we know the mechanics of the world should make it totally possible)*. But nonetheless, it always felt weird to me when it did happen (or when us fans assume the Digimon would come back as the same species)
To properly explain why it feels weird to me, I first need to ramble about Digimon as âpersonsâ and evolution as a whole
The thing that makes people who they are, are their memories. Itâs their life experiences and their feelings of those experiences. Itâs not where youâre born, the community you live in or the culture youâre raised in- of course these do affect who you are, but all they do is influence your life experiences and feelings about everything. They are incredbly imporant, and they play a factor in making you âyouâ, but those things arenât âyouâ; âyouâ are your memories. Â Â And an imporant note here, is that who you are changes as you grow older, as you gain more experiences, feelings and memories. Thatâs why the â10yo youâ is different from the â20yo youâ or "40yo youâ (etc), and why you will continue to change, even if it was ever so slightly, as you get older. Hell, the âyouâ who started reading this essay minutes ago is already a different person from the âyouâ who is reading this sentence right now. âYouâ are everchanging, ever-evolving.
So what makes a Digimon âthemâ? Or, more specifically, what makes each Digimon the species they are? Â Â Yes, this is a deeply related question for me, because we humans (I swear Iâm not a robot) do express âwho we areâ outside, through our actions, our interests and how we appear to others, though not just what clothes we wear but also stuff like how we do our hair, tattoos, bodymods etc, not to mention things people donât have control over from eye color, race, bodytype, height, all the way to disablities.
So if we as humans express so much (and so little) of âwho we areâ through how we appear, how would Digimon do it? How do Digimon express who they are?
It always just made sense to me if that was through evolution. That just as a Digimon experiences things, their evolutions will reflect the person they are, their feelings, memories, who they want to be.
Honestly this is one of the main reasons why Iâve always hated strict, PokĂŠmon-like evolution lines (not even trees, just lines!!) in Digimon, the idea that these non-physical, A.I. data monsters can only appear a certain way through their lifespans based on whatever they were born as is just depressing to me. And while one might argue âitâs just how they areâ, that rule only exists if you specifically go out of your way to write it in, otherwise thereâs no reason for it to exist, but Iâm getting super sidetracked ranting right now
Like just as an example of the kind of freedom I like to think Digimon could and should have, I want you to picture in your mind an Agumon.
Just a regular olâ Agumon, living in the Digital World, minding their own business. This Agumon starts travelling for fun, enjoying seeing the world and whatever. During this time they realize theyâre not really built for travelling and while their stamina increases as they go on and they get better at hiking, they still kind of wish they were more âbuiltâ for this type of activity so that they could enjoy their life more- And eventually they evolve into a Centarmon! Now they can move faster (etc) and enjoy their travelling life more, and they do just that! Life is great!    Until one day they come across the ocean, a beautiful, vast âworldâ of its own, but one... they canât explore, at least not any longer than they can hold their breath. They still spend their time exploring what they can, near the beaches etc, until one day their wish to explore the ocean is fulfilled and they evolve into a MegaSeadramon! And now they have great access to the oceans!
Like this example is very extreme, but you get what I mean, with the idea that the evolutions reflect the type of person the Digimon is, what they enjoy and who they want to be. Itâs the ever-evolving reflection of their heart that I love
**(Sidenote at the bottom)
And this is why I think it'd make sense if Digimon came back as a different species entirely.
Because while death may have reset their evolution stages back to zero, if the Digimon retains all their memories from their previous life, all their experiences, hopes, wishes and dreams, all of their feelings... Then why would all the growth the Digimon had gone through in their previous life be reset? Shouldnât their new life continue their previous growth and take different forms to reflect any new paths the mon might take in this life?
Just to use the Agumon from above as an example, if this mon died after spending quite some time as a MegaSeadramon, loving being a sea serpent and living in the ocean, wouldnât it make sense they came back as a Sangomon instead of an Agumon (and yeah I think the Baby forms could be different too, depending on what they were but Iâm skipping these)? Now of course, if they were happy living in the ocean and just totally content there, itâd make total sense if they then evolved to Seadramon and finally back to MegaSeadramon, Iâm not saying they canât come back to where they started at. What I do think is that itâd be weird if this mon went through the same Agumon -> Centarmon -> MegaSeadramon lifespan all over again if they wanted to be a sea-dweller from the get-go. Â Â Â And of course, as I alluded earlier; what if this Digimon, while living in the ocean as a Sangomon during their second life actually felt like they had seen what the ocean had to offer? What if they started hoping they could explore the skies? What if that wish helped them evolve to Airdramon instead, and they never go back to being a MegaSeadramon? Â Â This is what I mean when I say the second life would be a continuation of their life and their growth, it shouldnât reset those things.
Now of course, from a simple writing point of view, itâd be confusing if a Digimon we were previously familiar with died and came back as a totally different Digimon, and even more confusing for kids. Itâs easier to keep it simple and leave the Digimon the same species as they were in their previous lives
Additionally, most of these characters that weâve seen die have always been minor characters with limited to non-existant histories; characters like Leomon, Whamon, Scumon+Chuumon, Piccolomon etc, while theyâre all really well characterized with distinct personalities, they donât have histories, backstories, theyâre not deep characters. And making this many minor characters with deep backstories for a kids show would be really hard to pull off when you have deadlines to meet and no budget. So showing âthe growthâ these Digimon have gone through is not really do-able, not with these characters at least.
The Digimon with the most potential here would be Orgamon (the best developed minor character in Adventure) but he never died, Nanomon for sure, and possibly Wizarmon (esp. since his data could be like mildly busted, due to not being a Digimon originally and then dying in the Human World; if anything I think itâd be fun if Wizarmon could âcome backâ but as a Bakemon or something)
And as far as Patamon goes in Adventure, I do think with him itâs fine he came back in the same Digimon forms. Â Â Like my previous examples with âthe Agumonâ, this would be like natural evolution that happens over long, looong periods of time, years upon years no doubt, as the Digimon grows as a person. But the partner Digimon, they donât really have the time to grow naturally, their evolutions arenât really reflections of their growth. Rather, their evolutions are just powered up versions of who they are, with some reflection from their human partners. So with these partner Digimon (especially the Adventure-type âsoul fragmentâ Digimon, less so with other series like especially Xros Wars), the evolutions being super linear does make sense and work just fine. And as an extention of that, these Digimon dying and coming back in the same species works out, like with Patamon in Adventure
Psi however, makes things a lot more interesting, because in Psi, the partner Digimon have backstories of their own.
Now for the most part, since the partners had lost their memories of their time fighting Mille as the Warriors, their growth being totally reset and them going through the same steps all over again does kinda make sense, itâs maybe a lil dull but thatâs probably just my bias from being overly familiar with these characters.
But then thereâs Patamon and Tailmon, two Digimon who retain their memories from their previous lives and the growth theyâve gone through. That growth, was own their own, from their own lives without any influence from any humans. But now, they have human partners, who influence them and their growth. And Psi has seemingly kind of spoiled the endgame for us, at least to some capacity?
We know in their previous lives Patamon and Tailmon were a Seraphimon and an Ofanimon, but based on the new key visual/poster, it seems Psi wants to use Goddramon and Holydramon as their final evolutions instead! And honestly, even if these evolutions didnât come as a result of all the stuff Iâve rambled about in this post, itâll still work for me for those reasons.
Additionally, while we know Patamon was only temporarily taking the form of Pegasmon because he lost his power and was literally unable to evolve to Angemon, for previously mentioned reasons if they had kept the Pegasmon evolution for the rest of the series it still wouldâve worked for me, as it couldâve been seen as Pegasmon being a reflection of Takeruâs childlike innocence influencing Patamonâs evolutions
But yeah. I canât remember if I had like a bottom line when I started writing this but it sure as hell is gone from my mind now, point is, I kinda wish Digimonâs evolution was seen slightly differently and written slightly differently, and explored more, especially through the Digimon who had previously died (who I would also like to see come back when the rules of the universe allow it instead of just ignoring the fact that they should be alive and well). And generally speaking I wish Digimon were written with more depth. Thank you for reading this incoherent mess
*Sidenote; arguably I think this couldâve applied to tri. as well, the Digimon who had their memories wiped completely couldâve totally evolved into different Digimon and maybe even shouldâve
**Sidenote, this wouldnât mean thereâs NO limitations to what species a Digimon could evolve into; for example, just because you want to be a super powerful heroic Digimon like Omegamon it doesnât mean you CAN evolve into Omegamon; if being valiant and heroic at heart were requirements to evolve to Omegamon, then unless youâre truly valiant and heroic at heart then you probably wouldnât be able to evolve to Omegamon, if anything you might end up as Omekamon instead. Similarly if a certain species have other specific requirements, be it like Jogress requirements or Digimentals etc, then unless those requirements were met the evolution wouldnât be possible    So what Iâm getting at is that limitations/requirements could totally still exist (depending on the rules of the specific setting), but being âthe right speciesâ to go from A to B wouldnât and shouldnât be one, at least not in my heart, but I digress
#Analysis#Analyzation#Holy shit I wrote an essay for this blog#This is like the first one I've written here for YEARS
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It's always kind of hard to identify what makes one's style different huh, but if I had to say what I most like about yours is the way you draw your complex lines without losing any readability, its most clear when you draw long flowing hair and in your OC's arm as well!
I totally get what you mean with coloring digitally, coloring is one of the main reasons I haven't done traditional art in a looong while.
From your Question Game: Sitri, Aizen
I think those haven't been asked yet?
I mean, I DO have a tendency to do complex things and make my life harder by making those lines for the hair đđ but it makes me satisfied looking at them in the end so it'd a give and take situation
No doubt, what said made me realize it's one of the prominent features I have in every artwork skskksksks
Okay but for real, I was SO confused on what you mean by my OC's arm and thinking SO SO HARD on what was so complex on my Summoner's arm until then. I realized. You were referring Darius đđ
Maybe my art style is overcomplicating lines or just over detailed line works skksksksk (also please excuse the cake she has in that one picture- I swear the main focus was her tattoos and the dragon which was cropped off and not her asscheeks đ-)
I rarely do coloured traditional artwork because they end up looking not as good as the sketch so it pains me hhhh (´;︾;`) but yeah, I really like sketching in traditional because it feels much more natural(? I have no idea but this is what I feel, like nyoom nyoom my hand go brrr- oh no I smudged a line FUCK- that sort of thing đ)
Also time for the Housamo Ask Game!~â¨â¨
Note, this is going to get pretty lengthy so I apologize for that (・â˘Ě︿â˘Ě・)
[Sitri]
Someone who I look up to when I was younger? Hmmmmm, hard to say because I admired a LOT of people when I was younger, even if it was the most simplest of things. For example, someone being able to cook a certain dish, someone who can tackle on multiple tasks and etc etc. đ I was a kid that get excited at almost everything so I tend to try to do what everyone does. You're cooking? Well, I'm gonna cook too!! (A 6 year old little girl who couldn't even reached the sink yet-)
Fun fact, I started drawing because my second sister watched anime and started to draw so me being the a mazed little sister I am, I quickly followed in her footsteps. Usually siblings would bond over that kind of thing but unfortunately not for me and my sister đ
She absolutely hated my guts that time and she hated me even more once I started to follow what she was doing. Basically calling me a impersonator/copy cat and she would throw a fit if I was drawing anywhere near her when she was drawing.
Though along the way, she eventually stopped drawing when she had reached high school while young me continued to draw anyway. At first, the reason why I wanted to draw was because that I wanted to get praises from my sisters since during my childhood, they would shoo me off and they would play only between themselves, making me having to play with my mom most of the time or just plain watch the tv the entire day.
I was constantly drawing something everyday and every moment I had the chance, simply because I wanted to get better so that my second sis would acknowledge me. This lead up to being the hobby of drawing ingrained into me, the simply hobby now fully a part of me and my childhood.
I vividly remembered where during in primary school, we were having an art test where we would have to draw a flamingo and of course since I was the quiet art kid in class, some of the popular young girls begged me to draw the flamingos for them which I then profusely refused since cheating was a bad thing. Though I'd wish that young me wouldn't have been so easily scared by the threat of them not being friends with me anymore ( ďźâďź)
In the end, I ended up drawing for half of the class in secret and got scolded by the teacher for drawing for them (she said something along the lines of 'You can't help other people! They should do their own!' like Miss, why are you getting angry at me :( I was 6 + this wasn't the first time the popular girls cheated, it also happened during English test and they kept bothering me about the answers, same threat btw)
Now that I'm older, I don't have anyone specific that I look up to but I look up to anyone in general. Like, I'd admire someone who takes up their courage to do things they were scared of doing or someone who's confident in their abilities when they're usually so shy like yeah!! I admire you so much!!! It maybe insignificant but to me it might have been the most extraordinary thing!
[Aizen]
What ticks me off but not for others? Hard question đ
I don't get mad easily but when I do, it's just a short while before I go back to normal, the only thing you're going to witness me being angry is just not talking to you for a certain amount of time, completely avoiding you and staying in another different room đ then once I cool off, I'm back to being to a annoying rat skskksskks
Though, if I were to really answer this properly, I think what ticks me off the most when someone just cuts me off while I'm talking and tells me that I'm being too loud. I know that this thing would probably tick anyone off if they can't help controlling their voice volume-
I can make my voice really loud when I want it to be without even straining my throat đ One time, I was calling out to my fellow art members who was across the field which in turn I had to make my voice a bit louder.
This caused one of the passing group students (they're somewhat troublemakers sksksks) following suite of trying to call them (they were mocking me) and this whole shouting thing made one of the disciplinary teachers come out of her office and yelled at the group of students, telling them they were being too loud and they were causing a ruckus (ngl I was scared shitless but like internal happy dance because I didn't get scolded by her đ Still feel bit bad tho for them)
Eventually, the fellow art members saw and heard us from a distance and came right over, promptly saying that my voice could be hear across the field (they can also hear my voice from the 2nd floor too)
Thank you for sending an ask in!! Another thing is that, so sorry for talking too much- I tend to get carried away with these kinds of things since I'm too much of a chatterbox and open person myself-
Feel free to send in more by the way! (äşş*´âď˝)・*ďž+
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Home [2/10]
Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader
Fluff, angst, werewolf!au
Word count: 2.6K
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Summary: Being called the beauty of the clan isnât as nice as it sounds. The beauty of the clan is supposed to exude confidence, power, and well, beauty. You were quite the opposite, only possessing one of those traits. Yet, the older you got, the more you fit into the role you were given. After your brother and all the boys of age come back from their training period, it was time to find a mate. But who will steal your heart? Is it Bakugou, the rising leader of the pack, or is it Kirishima, the personal guard?
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Today was finally the day. Two years didnât go as fast as you thought it would but you are so glad itâs over. The whole pack stood outside the entrance, waiting for the newly trained men to return home. Youâve never felt more nervous and excited at the same time. Your brother, your best friend, and your boyfriend are going to come back as completely different people: for the best or the worst. Whether their personalities change or not, one thing is always consistent when these boys come back from training. They come back with sculpted bodies. The beefy arms, hard pecs, yummy six-pack, powerful, broad shoulders, shredded back, the thunder thighs? Ladies and gents, letâs not forget about those bootylicious buttocks. Now youâre not one to fall for looks but youâd be lying if you said that this wasnât a plus. More than anything, you just wished Bakugou would come home already so that you can spend morning and night together.
You stood at the back of the crowd, regretting that you slept in on one of the most important days. How was Bakugou ever going to find you now? But thank god you werenât standing there alone. Throughout those two years, you made a few friends that helped you become more confident and helped you fulfil the title of Beauty of the pack. One in particular helped you see the beauty in yourself as well as being your new best friend: Uraraka Ochako. After the boys left for training, three new girls joined the pack shortly after. They came from a neighboring pack with the intention of trying to merge so that we can become stronger together. Many were against the idea at first, but when the clan leader agreed, he let the girls stay so that they can get used to how the pack works. Thereâs no going against the clan leader, unless you want to get a real beating, so whatever he says goes. But that didnât stop some people from talking and acting up. You didnât really have an opinion on the matter, but when you see newcomers being spat at and talked bad about, you couldnât just stand there and do nothing. They reminded you of yourself when you were younger. A rush of confidence hit you but as soon as you took a step forward, you stopped. Anxiety hit you as fast as that confidence came. You didnât want to let that stop you because someone was in trouble. You took a deep breath with closed eyes.
If Kirishima and Bakugou can do this, so can you.
And as you opened your eyes, the rest was history. Nothing could separate the 4 of you. You helped them get accustomed to the way of life in the pack and in exchange, they helped you overcome your insecurities. They helped you see that despite being picked on at a young age, you never failed to forgive and be kind to them. Despite your lack of skill in some things, you never let failure get to your head. Instead, you worked hard until you got to where you wanted. Despite not being the skinniest girl around and being insecure about your looks, they helped you see that it didnât matter if you didnât look like everybody else. You became the Beauty of the pack because of how kind and sweet your personality is. And how your entire face lights up whenever you smile or how you just radiate good energy. Plus you started to like how your chubby cheeks added to your appearance. And, despite having all the insecurities and yet you still helped those that you didnât know? Those are the best qualities to have and thatâs why you are the Beauty of the pack. With this new profound confidence, you became a totally different person. You were happier, more social and emit even more beauty than before.
You waited at the back of the crowd, playing with your fingers. They should be here any minute now. Nervousness surged through your entire body but calmed down with a pair of soft hands laid on top of yours. You turn to see Uraraka gently staring into your eyes.
âCalm down, theyâll be here soon,â she comforted you. You couldnât help but sigh.
âI know but they sure are taking their time coming back. Youâd think theyâd all be running down that hill like a bunch of excited, small children,â You pouted. She laughed at your remark.
âIâm sure theyâll come running once they see everybody. Are you waiting on someone in particular?â she asked. Ah, you realized that you never mentioned that you had a boyfriend. Everyone in the pack already knew that you two were destined to mate so it wasnât mentioned in conversation.
âMy boyfriend,â you answered shyly, âWhy, are you waiting on someone?â you teased back, not expecting a real answer.
âI am actually! My fiancĂŠ,â she said while biting her lip to stop a smile from appearing. You could only look at her shocked and wide eyed. FiancĂŠ? Since when? Who? She came after the boys left so who did she meet? So many questions were running through your head and before you could even get one question out, her phone rang. She was quick to answer. Only a few okays were exchanged before hanging up. âWhoops, gotta go. Father-in-law is calling,â she turned around to leave, but not before she gave you some words of encouragement. âDonât forget! Unclench those fits, stand tall and relax those shoulders! Be excited not nervous! Iâll see you later!â And with that, she gave a wave and disappeared. You watched her run off in the direction that went straight into the heart of the town. Everything was forgotten when you sniffed the air and a flood of familiar smells entered your nose and a roar of cheering filtered in your ears, making your head spin. They were back.
You shimmied your way through the crowd, in hopes to find Bakugou first. The group of potential alphas walked through the entrance, and it was as expected: eye candy. Shaking your head and scolding yourself for looking at other men, and also taking a mental picture for yourself, but mainly to scold yourself, you tried to find Bakugou within the crowd. This was getting harder by the second because familiar members and loved ones were coming up to the boys, hugging and welcoming them back. You even tried to smell out his scent but this was proven to be difficult because all these different smells was too overwhelming. Your head spun left and right, body spinning in circles just to spot your favorite blonde hair. A pout laid on your lips and frustration was building inside you. Now you felt like the worst girlfriend because you canât even spot your own boyfriend. You were about to give up and just wait until the crowd dies down before looking again, when you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist and their chest tightly pressed against your back.
âLooking for me, babe?â a hot breath whispered dangerously close to your ear. All the frustration disappeared and was replaced with pure joy. You turned your head and your eyes immediately lit up when you saw vermillion eyes staring lovingly back at you.
âKatsuki!â you screamed, jumping into him, arms embracing his neck while he hugged you tight around the waist. âI missed you.â You said, your voice small enough for only his ears. Your throat tightened as tears threatened to fall out. You missed him so much. His smell, his presence, his hot personality, his laugh, his smile, his frown, everything. You missed everything about it and the wait was finally over. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and he inhaled your scent.
âI fucking missed you so much,â he admitted. You two embraced for a while, just enjoying each otherâs touch. Bakugou finally pulled away to get a look at you. He scans your body up and down and lets out a low whistle. âIs it me, or did you get even more gorgeous?â he smirks when you lightly hit him on the chest, embarrassed by his comment.
âMaybe I did, maybe I didnât! Looks like Iâm not the only one who got an upgrade,â you joked. But were you joking? It was your turn to give Bakugou a good look and you the sight almost had you gasping. He was in a tight, black tank top which showed his rippling muscles. He might as well not be wearing a shirt because you could see everything. The shirt looks like its begging to be ripped apart from that godly body. His chest and shoulders got massively defined, his arms were twice the size you last saw them, but what surprised you the most was the tribal tattoo band that was wrapped around his shoulder. You poked at it, not believing that it was real.
âHoly shit,â you breathed, not realizing that you cursed. When you realized what you said, you quickly covered your mouth with both hands. Before Bakugou left for training, you never cursed. You even hit Bakugou whenever he did. But you were so used to the girls saying it, and eventually you ended up saying them, and now it was in your daily vocabulary.
âWoah, looks like somebodyâs got a potty mouth,â Bakugou was genuinely surprised, but now he can tease you all he wants.
âStop! It was an accident!â you swore. Now youâre going to have to watch what you say around him, or else he wonât live it down! But if he was going to tease you about it, youâd have to tease him right back. âYou know, thatâs not the only thing my mouth can do,â you looked straight at his lips and bit your lip. Bakugou cocked his eyebrow and a smirk slowly creeped up.
âOh yeah? What can it do?â he challenged. He looked at your lips and started to inch forward. Just as your lips were about to touch, someone coughed loudly next to you. Both of you spun your head in that direction but had totally different reactions. Sero was standing there, arms crossed against his chest, a frown on his face and giving Bakugou a deadly glare.
âWhat did I say about being touchy-touchy with my sister?â he questioned. Bakugou only sighed and looked to the side. âIf you donât want to face your doom, do it in the bedroom,â he said dejectedly. Bakugou backed away for a second and you just jumped into your brotherâs arms. Breaking his glare away from Bakugou, as soon as he laid eyes on you, his face glowed up. He caught you in his arms and spun your around, making you scream and laugh like you were a little girl again. Sero wasnât a big as Bakugou but toned enough that it was still noticeable. He had an undercut that was similar to Bakugouâs. The only difference about Sero was that there was no tattoo.
âMissed me little sister?â he asked but he didnât have to hear your answer. He already knew.
âOf course I missed you! Mom and dad will be so happy youâre back. They are already prepping a huge meal for your return!â you exclaimed. And now you were excited about food!! âI canât wait to hear all your stories.â
âTrust me, thereâs a ton. But I need to rest up first!â he took a step towards Bakugou and patted him on the back. âTake care of her for a bit?â he nodded in response which made Sero smile. He knew he could trust you around him and he wasnât worried one bit. He turned to ruffle your hair and started to walk back home. Right when you thought that you were alone with Bakugou, another sigh could be heard.
âMan, whatâs a guy got to do to get some attention around here?â you turned and another smile found your face.
âEiji!â you ran up to him and immediately hugged him. He had grown his hair out quite a bit. Instead of spiking it up like he did before, his hair lay flat and he tied it into a ponytail. He was just as muscular as Bakugou with a tribal tattoo on the right side of his chest. Kirishima was a little shocked at first, but relaxed into the hug, hugging you back even tighter than before. If he hugged you even tighter, he swore you could hear how fast his heart was beating. Before it got too suspicious, he let you go and placed both hands on your shoulders.
âHow has the princess been holding up?â you rolled your eyes.
âWow, I really didnât miss that,â you joked, but continued to play along. âThe princess has been swell. She wasnât lonely for she had made close companions and maybe replaced you two as thy best friends,â you mumbled fast towards the ends, hoping that they didnât catch it but they 100% did. Their jaws dropped in disbelief and before they could bombard you with questions and tell you couldnât drop and replace them, you started walking away. You didnât get too far before Bakugou picks you up and slings you around his waist.
âKatsu!â you whined.
âNuh-uh princess. No one can replace us. We are gonna bring you back to the palace so that no one can be your best friends besides us. Right, Kirishima?â
âDamn right! Weâll beat your new friends up cause they canât protect you like we can!â And the entire walk back, both of them were telling their stories of their training, the fights they had and how much they missed you.
When the three of you arrived to Bakugouâs house, his father was already waiting there for you. Bakugou set you down and walked towards his father. When he was close enough, they both grabbed onto each other heads and connected their foreheads together. That was the manlier way of greeting instead of hugging.
âIâm home, dad,â he greeted his dad. He grunted in response.
âSo?â his father questioned. You were confused by this question but Bakugou already seemed to understand. He nodded his head once which earned an approving smile and a pat on the shoulder. âThatâs my son.â He said in a proud voice. The boys were away to train to see who would be come the next alpha leader. Turns out that Bakugou was deemed to take that position. Your eye lit up and you couldnât be more proud of him. He waited his whole life to become the next clan leader and it was finally coming true.
âNow then,â his father continued, âSince you are going to become the next leader, we must start looking for a mate,â this comment caused both you and Bakugou to blush, leaving Kirishima in an awkward position. To save everyone from this awkward silence, Bakugou cleared his throat.
âAbout that, I-â
âAnd luckily, I have already found one for you,â Bakugouâs father said, sounding like he was proud of his decision. Bakugouâs face went from confusion to anger and Kirishima had to hold him back before he could do anything. You, on the other hand, could only open your mouth in disbelief, hurt could be seen in your eyes. What did he mean that he already found a mate for Bakugou? What about you? What about those two years that you spent together? What about the other two years waiting for him? For it to be wasted like it was nothing? Disregarding the many emotions floating around in the air, Bakugouâs father opened the door to the house and out stepped his fiancĂŠe. Bakugou still had a snarl on his face as he looked at the woman in front of him. He wasnât thinking about anything, but you? This had to be a dream. Or a prank. Your fists clenched at your side, causing your knuckles to turn a deadly white, as you couldnât believe at who was standing in front of you.
Uraraka Ochako?
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Please tell me about shatterstar's Childhood
oh my god anon okay Iâm assuming in context of what Iâve recently posted you want like... my version of events rather than whatâs canon but just in case I hope you know that thereâs basically zero canon material that actually describes his childhood/young adulthood beyond âI was a warrior bornâ or whatever the fuck. if you want to know about that idk go on the fucken... marvel wiki page or something
also--I hate that I have to put this out here and I doubt anyone would actually do this but just in case--I have spent like 1 million hours thinking about this because I have brain disorders and it is very close to my heart so please do not A) use this in fics, etc without letting me know/getting my permission in advance or B) reblog this post
anyways. this is a can of worms so Iâm going to do a cheeky lil
first we have to get something out of the way: I hate the âshatterstarâs his own grandpaâ paradox. I am sorry if this angers people but it makes me mad so I ignore it. the reason it bothers me is because it means alison blaire essentially married her grandson, which is A) weird and B) bad from a genetics perspective.
in my version of canon âstar IS the biological child of longshot and dazzler but longshot wasnât cloned using âstarâs DNA because..... oh god... another whole separate post can be made about this but... in my head, on mojoworld the way genetic engineering works is not really the same as it is here. here genetic engineering generally means taking an existing genome and inserting or deleting genes. this is how they make, for example, animals that glow, or confer pesticide resistance to plants.
but on mojoworld I think the way they genetically engineer is more like... the way we mechanically engineer. like the entire organism is built from the ground up. thereâs a master genetic blueprint which is essentially the âminimal genomeâ required for a functioning humanoid. this was created by study of Earth humans by arize and the other genetic engineers. they can then go in and customize by adding elements to the genome that code for the signals/building blocks that control things like height, strength, hair color, eye color, having hollow bones etc. so in my head longshot was sort of... designed with âstar as the inspiration, but not directly cloned. that wouldnât even make sense anyways because A) different hair color and B) LONGSHOT HAS 3 FINGERS ON EACH HAND and shatterstar has 4!! thats NOT HOW CLONES WOULD WORK!!!!
(side note, the concept of a minimal functional genome is a real thing in biology! some scientists have taken a bacterium that already has a small genome and reduced it to the minimum size required for viability. here is a wikipedia article on it and here is the original paper (DOI: 10.1126/science.286.5447.2165)Â which I can explain in more detail because I took a class on synthetic biology which this technically falls under and I had to read this paper very closely).
fuck Iâve written 4 paragraphs and not even talked about his childhood yet. I am so sorry. anyways. so the way I think they raise the gladiators on mojoworld is they create them in batches of 5 to 10 identical copies of a certain âmodelâ, place each copy in a different âclassâ with a set of 2-3 mentors/teachers, and train them to fight until they are 13 or 14. until this time the only names they have are the names that identify the âmodelâ--like for shatterstar that would be gaveedra-seven where the model identifier is âgaveedraâ and he is (in the lore that I have come up with) the 7th of 8 total.
the reason they create multiples and put them in different classes is each mentor is going to have a slightly different style of teaching which is going to work better for some and worse for others, so it allows them to have more mass production while increasing the chances of creating a truly great champion. itâs classic nature versus nurture--the genetic engineers create your nature, but you donât end up exactly the same as others of your model. maybe you get an edge, maybe you donât.
another thing that happens is different mentors believe in different ways of raising the kids in their care. shatterstar specifically was raised in a class where there was absolutely zero emotional development at all and no attachments allowed beyond fighting alliances. thatâs not the case in all classes, and it also had the effect of making him somewhat of an outsider even within the other gladiators as he got older.
at 13 or 14--and yes I realize this is very fucked up but dude its fucking mojoworld idk what you expected--they start participating in fights. the first ones arenât to the death and theyâre as teams and theyâre not usually televised theyâre more like high school sports games that are attended by scouts (here, theyâre âsponsorsâ--I think thatâs a canonical term but I honestly canât remember) and if you get sponsored you leave your class and join a new âteamâ thatâs really just a bunch of people who all have the same sponsorship. this is where things can get interesting because theyâve all been raised with slightly different fighting styles but more importantly, slightly different degrees of Personhood.
also at this point I should mention that by this time, there are usually only 2, maybe 3 of each model left. either they died or were recognized as not having talent so they were sent to eventually fulfill other roles in the network. in âstarâs case there was just him and gaveedra-five. once you get to the stage where youâre sponsored and youâre actually fighting to the death one of the first people youâll fight is any remaining members of your model group.
by the time youâre the only one left of your group, youâre also eligible to earn a stage name. this usually happens if you have a particularly epic fight with a lot of viewers, you win and the commentators will typically say something like âLetâs give this crowd a real name to cheer!â and theyâll have a few candidate names and theyâll kind of just pick one. AUGH I actually have this scene written out in story form but its too long so I think Iâll save it.... :)Â
after you get a name you also get a cool outfit and usually some kind of mark or tattoo that serves as a brand. this brings me to another important point--shatterstar inherited the X-gene from alison and therefore he IS a mutant. his mutation is the swords vibration thing and the glowing eye. the star mark is a tattoo and teleportation is benjamin russellâs mutation (how he fits into all this is... for another post). basically after he got his name the costuming department guys were like âhey your eye glows, you look like the Legendary Warrior of Old, Longshot, weâre gonna pattern your look after himâ so they gave him the star tattoo and the outfit thatâs literally inverse colors of longshotâs.
also this brings me to another aside: youâre probably wondering âif heâs the biological kid of longshot and alison how are there 8 gaveedras?â when the genetic engineers got a hold on him as a baby they were like Sick! free baby! free genetic material! thats our job done for us! so they cloned him (in the traditional sense) and made 7 copies. this was also to kind of conceal his identity as technically being from outside mojoworld, which would make him stick out and thus be a target. they DID edit out the x-gene in the other gaveedra models though. this wasnât a problem for âstar because his mutation didnât manifest until he was already sponsored.
I think thatâs .... pretty much it for macroscopic lore on what it was like to be a kid gladiator on mojoworld. now let me give you some Tidbits of his life specifically:
like I said he was raised in a particularly cold and ruthless class. the mentors that raised him are like well-known by everyone to produce some of the best warriors but also thereâs discourse on mojoworld because some people say perfectly emotionless killing machines arenât as fun to watch. when he was sponsored there were 4-5 others in the same sponsorship and they were like Theres Something Wrong With You LOL
they speak earth languages on mojoworld because theyâre imitating the broadcasts they (the spineless ones) used to hear from earth. however, most of the lower-class as well as almost all arena fighters and other television personalities speak cadre or other languages which are native to the planet. the stage names are all vaguely in english, but the gladiators donât really understand them at first.
shatterstar got his name before he got the glowing eye, and when he learned what stars are, and saw his eye as a little star, he was like wow :) this is Me :) which is why that name is so important to him. itâs also one of the first things that wholly belonged to him.
(you canât see stars on mojoworld because of light pollution and also because itâs a pocket dimension and there just arenât that many stars to see)
I hate to bring up the s**ley miniseries but I do think it would be interesting to have him have a sort of ... mentor/first friend, similar to the concept of gringrave but they were NOT in a relationship. it was more like... another kid who was a year or so older than him got a soft spot for him and helped him not be so clueless. she didnât make as much progress as xforce did, obviously. but they were.... something like friends.
unfortunately she was used by spiral to get shatterstar to murder the first rebel guy who tried to get him out of there. then she got switched sponsors (this can happen) and he had to kill her, and he was like well I will simply never develop any kind of attachment to anyone ever again.
he almost didnât make it out of the first training session with his sponsorship group (this is semi-canon--thereâs a reference when heâs teaching terry to swordfight to almost not surviving the first time he was in a gladiator class or whatever it was).
the closest he ever came to losing was the day he got the name. thatâs why the crowds loved it so much.
the double-bladed sword was a gimmick weapon but when he got his mutation they realized it works way better if thereâs resonance between two parallel blades so they redesigned it as an actual weapon.
(forgot this but I feel like I should include it) at 17 he escaped the arenas and joined the cadre alliance. two years later he came to earth and joined xforce.
I think thatâs going to have to be it for now because itâs literally almost midnight and I have work tomorrow and I did NOT intend to stay up this late but I did. thank you for this opportunity anon :) feel free to ask me any other questions and also I realize a lot of this probably makes no fucking sense and thatâs because I am not a writer or anything Iâm just a biochemist with brain problems that cause me to obsess over stupid shit
#answered#shatterstar#GHKDJFDKHGRJ I KNOW THERES SOMETHING WRONG W/ ME THAT THIS FEELS LIKE EXPOSING MY SOUL....#Anonymous#long post#NSCU#<-thats my new tag since other people have asked about this#it stands for nadine shatterstar cinematic universe
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I adore your swap AU & had some questions if that is OK. 1: Did Luz have any trouble with Eda's parents in letting her move in? 2: Is she still friends & got a similar relationship to canon with Gus & Willow? 3: What's her Palisman, Owlbert or does she have an original? 4: does she have a portal to the human world or are both she & Belos looking for that? 5: Does she have any Glyph jewelry, or still utilize mostly paper & her staff? 6: Would she defeat then befriend those trying to arrest her XD
Hey there!! I'm glad you liked it so much you got curious and I'm more than happy to answer!đđ
I'll put everything under the cut cause it's long as fuck sorry
1- that's something I'm actually working through! Since we still don't know basically anything about Eda's family and how they reacted after the curse (except for Lilith obviously), Eda kind of runs away from home after getting cursed, looking for this mysterious lonely witch who knows a different way to use magic, but I'm still not sure if she actually comes back home to tell her parents she has a mentor that could help her or if she leaves that duty to Lilith after assuring her she's gonna be okay with Luz (because Lilith will absolutely be the first to look for and also find Eda). I'm mostly imagining her parents as lively- cause both Eda and Lily have quite the temper even if Lily tries to hide it- but still somewhat attached to the rules and traditions given by the Emperor, and having your most talented child cursed in a way that hinders her magic in a world where magic is literally everything... yikes. But the idea of her finding someone who could actually help her even if not through a cure for the curse could be something easy to accept all things considered, despite living far from them. This part is still a work in progress, but maybe we'll get more info on the Clawthorne parents next season!
2- Willow and Gus are definitely still Luz best friends and they got to know each other in a very similar manner as in canon! Luz still found her way into Hexside when she got on the Boiling Isles and they all went to school together. Same goes for Amity, Bosha, Skaara, Viney etc..., but in particular the relationship with Amity takes longer to develop also cause Iâm a sucker for slowburn
3- Owlbert is still Eda's palisman and she'll get him while under Luz's tutelage! Luz instead has her own staff, but I'm deciding on the palisman itself cause there's several options:
no Palisman, only magical staff that's a bit weaker than others due to that, because Luz still doesn't feel like she deserves it as a "real" witch/doesn't have such a connection with the Isles like others born there/didn't felt particularly drawn to any creature and decided to wait. But she gets her Palisman as well later, influenced by Eda: a snowy owl, an ashy-faced owl, or a burrowing owl. Snowy Owl -> mostly bc fitting Azura's white aesthetic Ashy Faced Owl -> I think the most well known owl species of the Dominican Republic, with its peculiar gray colored face Burrowing Owl -> have you seen these guys they're damn adorable and tinyyyyyy- (also another species found in the Dominican Republic actually)
A black cat Palisman, since they're the most common and stereotypical symbol for witches and it would totally be in character for Luz to go "uehuehe kitty". Also because of her hoodie if yall want to count that.
A black dog/hound, one of the goddess Hecate sacred animals, the one representing loyalty obviously and the emotive part of magic and energy. In general I think dogs fit Luz well tho.
Some... mystical or mythological creature of some kind? Cause Luz realizes she can go hogwild with her palisman and thus frees her imagination.
Otter. With a dark side ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
4- the portal to the human world got lost in some way after Luz arrived in the Boiling Isles! That's why she's stranded there and hasn't seen her mom in more than 25 years :) I don't have the details yet since, again, we have so little information on the portal itself! Why in canon Eda's the one who has it? Was it in her parents possession or she found it in the Night Market or something? Where does it come from originally?? Hell if we know. This obviously becomes a bit of a problem for my au cause it influences how Luz arrived in the Isles in the first place. Could it be a random human treasures smuggler who accidentally brought her there? Did the Emperor/Emperor's Coven had it and things got out of hand? Or maybe the Clawthorne, or even the Blight family, got it? The only thing I'm sure of is that yes, both Luz and Belos are actively looking for it, for different reasons of course, and that hypothetically in the au story it will jump up again, and there will be drama and angst.
5- Luz definitely upgraded her glyph craft!! She experimented and honed both glyphs and skills through the years, finding new glyphs, different combinations, variations and applications, and is now super prepared, enough to keep up with the Emperor's coven squads that try to capture her- and Amity. She kind of adapts to the situation so her equipment isn't every day 100% the same, but the casting methods are similar: carved jewelry and accessories, embroidered fabrics, runestones, she even made her own (mono use) stickers! Naturally, these objects aren't infinitely durable and using them consumes them physically and energetically, but depending on the material and size they vary in durability and power. Though, the trusted notepad and pencil are always there in some pocket, along with some already-drawn papers for emergencies. She also got a couple of tattoos that include glyphs, one of which is a light spell, obviously, but it's a more risky way of casting since it uses her own physical energy, so the glyphs themselves are small. Both Gus and Willow got one as well! and Amity too but it's technically a secret
6- oh you know she will lmao I mean, she's not Steven Universe, but she is observant and a good person, and understands that sometimes certain situations, events, upbringing and generally education cough Emperor propaganda cough bring people to do bad stuff. This won't stop her from smacking to the ground and eventually punch if she runs out of glyphs whoever tries to hurt her or her loved ones. If they show regret and/or understand what they're doing is wrong, changing their ways, she might concede her forgiveness, but otherwise they're gonna eat the dust. I think she knows every member of Amity's squad by name tho?? And she kinda has fun escaping law, so the fights can go like "Hey Steve, I heard you're a dad now! Congrats dude!! If you want I can make you explode a little so you can stay home and play with the baby beast!" or "Wait, you guys don't even have dental?? You should have told me, I would have aimed lower!"
With Amity is a whole other thing, the romantic tension between them is so thick the rest of the team feels like they're intruding something every time for f sake
Whew, I think I answered everything? Thank you for taking interest in this little thing of mine! I also have answered another couple of asks about the au before, you can to check out the toh swap au tag on my blog if you want!
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Bad for you pt.2
Mark Lee x Genderneutral reader
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, you name it, Mark Lee delivers
Summary: Mark Lee, as some would argue, is the epitome of dangerous. You donât know anything about him, except this:
You have never felt so safe around anyone.
Warnings: There is some swearing, I guess? And super slight smut!
A/N: So, Iâm really doing this, huh? Hereâs part two đđ idk but I really just like Markâs character, so I want to dive into this story. Expect unnecessary drama, bad humour and a lot of fanservice from our boy markiepoo đđ¤ˇđťââď¸
ALSO: Feel free to slip requests or anything into my asks or dms, Iâm kinda lonely on this platform and Iâd like to get to know some people :â)
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You awake to the insistent sound of a knock at your apartment door. It takes you a second to open your eyes and really place the sound in reality, but when you do, your heart skips a beat.
Thereâs a mob of wild, black hair under your chin and as you move, youâre pretty sure thereâs a hand on your butt, too. Lucky for you, thereâs still a layer of underwear that separates you from the boy next to you. However, youâre not so sure about him, so naturally, you panic.
As you try to scramble away though, you find your efforts futile, as Markâs arm wraps around you and pulls you tightly against him. Itâs hard to tell, if he is still asleep but the gesture makes you soften for a moment.
Until you remember the previous night. He had saved you - that much you remember. But then what? You had pulled him inside your apartment, too scared to be alone and-
Shit.
Another knock jolts you from your train of thoughts, way more insistent this time. Unsure of what to do, you gently brush Markâs hair out of his face. He groans into your neck and holds on still, but you donât plan to let up so easily.
âMark.â you mumble and then, a little louder you repeat: âMark! Wake up.â
Slowly, his eyelids flutter open and he looks around, obviously confused. The tattoo on his collarbone and peck tell you enough to know that he wears at least as little clothes as you do. When his gaze lands on you he gives you a stupid smile and lets his head fall back against your chest with a sigh.
âMorninââ
âCan you let go of me? Someoneâs at the door.â you say.
A trail of kisses lands on your neck, âWho cares, theyâll leave eventually. Iâm not gonna let you leave this bed yet.â
His hand trails down your side, over your hips and to the inside of your thigh. Itâs tempting to give in and as he leans up to kiss you, you kiss back, as if you were programmed to do so. He moves to lean over you, hips starting to grind against yours in a sensual rhythm. His hair is still tousled and you spot two other tattoos on his arm and waist. Itâs sexy and youâre taken aback at how he can manage to look this good, despite having just woken up.
You moan a little, as he keeps grinding down against you and his pleased hum makes your skin tingle. His hand takes a secure hold of your thigh, angling your hips against his even better. When you get too caught up in the feeling to kiss back, he moves on to suck and kiss at your neck, sending sparks down your spine.
âMark, you-â
âY/N, its Donghyuck!! I know youâre there, open up!â the familiar voice and another knock at the door makes the two of you jump apart. To your astonishment, Mark looks even more panicked than you feel.
âShoot.â He presses another peck to your lips, one you can barely reciprocate, by how taken aback you are. âGotta go.â Then, he pushes himself off the bed and hunts for his pants.
You watch him scramble for his shirt and you almost mourn the smooth skin that disappears underneath it. He gives you a smirk, as if he knows exactly what youâre thinking. Hurriedly, you look away and decide to put a shirt on as well.
Youâre just in the process of pretending this didnât happen, when you see Mark open your window and look out. His eyes scan the fire ladder outside the window and then he shrugs to himself and jumps right through.
âMark what the hell!â you speed to the window, where he bounces a little, to test the metalâs stability, âStop it, get back in here and leave through the door, like a normal person!â
âSorry babe, canât do that.â he grins as he sees you flush at the nickname, âIf Hyuck finds me here, heâs gonna rip my head off.â
You frown, âWhy would he?â
âMight have told me to keep my hands off you.â he shrugs with a sheepish pout, âNot my fault he has impossible expectations.â
It takes everything in you not to flush even further, âThatâs unreasonable, he called you to find me yesterday.â
For the slightest moment, Markâs expression darkens. It scares you for a moment, makes you want to reach out and tug him back inside. Hold him.
How ridiculous. You just met him.
But the expression is gone as fast as it had appeared and he jokes: âGuess he knew that he needed to fight bad with worse. Take care Y/N, donât get into anymore trouble.â
âWhat if I do?â you lean a little out of the window.
He steps up to you, his hand in your hair, carding through gently, âIâm sure you can come up with a better excuse to see me.â
You grab a hold of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. He moves with you, full of desire and you find yourself hoping youâd see him again soon. Something about him grounded you and thatâs something you never experienced with another person.
âY/N, for Godâs sake, I can hear you talk!â Donghyuck bangs against the door again and the spell is broken.
The two of you separate and you watch Mark hurry towards the steps. Before he disappears onto the platform bellow, he winks at you and you roll your eyes. No one needs to know how much it makes your heart flutter. Especially not Mark.
You close the window and run for your door, opening it to a very unamused looking Donghyuck. He has his arms crossed and looks at you with that âyouâre in trouble young ladyâ-look, despite being younger than you in the first place. His eyes widen though, as they travel to the neckline of your shirt. You know itâs not because of the skin that shows, because you and Donghyuck had friend zoned each other years ago. Seeing the other in their underwear was like seeing your sibling in underwear: kind of gross, but really nothing special. No, it is obviously because of what is ON your skin and you realize that just in time for being too late.
âWho ate you?â he scrunches his nose in disgust. Then, his eyebrows shoot up, âTheyâre still here, arenât they? I heard you talk, oh god how embarrassing.â
You shake your head and step aside, to show your apartment, âThereâs no one here, Hyuck.â
âAh.â he raises a brow at you, âso you talk to yourself?â
âI, uhâŚâ you clear your throat. Markâs words are stuck in your head. Would Donghyuck be angry if he knew the two of you had been together? You decide you donât want to risk it, âI was just calling Mark to thank him for bringing me home last night.â
Nodding, Donghyuck steps inside your apartment and plops down on your bed. You wince a little. Maybe you should tell him that those sheets are definitely not clean? Well, too late-
âNow who?â Donghyuck prompts, âand donât lie, I can smell⌠It.â
You choke on your own spit and scramble to say, âYou donât know him.â
âA guy, then?â he seems to get a thrill out of embarrassing you, so he taps his chin with his finger in mock contemplation, âLetâs see, who was with you between yesterday evening and now? We were at the club and there was this other person, they looked like they had the hots for you and then⌠You disappeared on me, which was totally uncool, by the way. After that I called Mark to-â he stops mid-sentence and you realize it immediately:
Youâre fucked.
âY/N please tell me you didnât sleep with him.â
Looking at your feet you pout, âItâs none of your business anyways.â
âSo you did!â his eyes are wide, âand it is my business. As your best friend, I need to protect you.â
âIâm pretty sure we used a condom.â
Donghyuck shakes his head, mildly disgusted, âNot that kind of protecting, you gross idiot. Heâs dangerous.â
Popping a hip, you finally gather the courage to look at him, âThatâs ridiculous Hyuck, he literally saved me. He beat up those guys and took me home and he was really nice! He didnât even make the first move.â
Donghyuck buries his face in his hands, âI should have known. He always gets his way.â
âWell in this case, I got my way too, so you can stop worrying.â
He gets up to walk towards you, usually full lips now thin, as he presses them together. Itâs then, when you start to worry, because Donghyuck never looks at you like this. Something tells you that youâre in much deeper trouble than you had anticipated.
âYou donât know him, Y/N.â he mumbles, âYou donât know what I know about him. About what he has done. What he still does! He attracts trouble like a freaking magnet. Get involved with him and you get dragged into it with him.â he shakes his head, âYou deserve better than that.â
You canât do anything but stare at him. Donghyuckâs reacting flinch tells you that the worry, confusion and sorrow you feel, must show on your face. But he averts his eyes, fists balled and determined not to give in. With a lump in your throat, you watch him retreat back to the apartment door.
As he opens it, he stops midway through it, âIâm so relieved youâre alright Y/N, I really am.â you see his grip on the door handle tighten, âBut trust me when I tell you: stay away from Mark Lee.
Heâs bad for you.â
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InsÄnÄa || Alfie Solomons x reader || Part One
⏠Part Two ⍠   Â
⤠MASTERLISTâ¤
Anon requested/summary: âHi luv can you write a Jealous Alfie that's leads to in ur words good old fashioned rough sex pretty please đâ
Warnings: swearing, dirty talking, smut, rough sex, oral sex, jealous Alfie getting me on my knees
Authorâs notes:
Sooo, Iâve definitely decided to use this kind of titles for fics about strong feelings such as jealousy because Latin is a magnificent, very expressive language that allows you to grasp every single shade of a word and fully understand its meaning
I had to split this in two since it was awfully long, part two will be out in the next hours!
Alfie -and Tom Hardy in general- is one of my most remote wet dreams, I truly hope I did a good job with this one âĄ
Iâm sorry for being this late, but Iâve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I donât want you to be disappointed, so Iâm always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!
Let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected  âĄ
Iâm Italian, English isnât my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if thereâs something wrong
ENJOY!
InsÄnÄa [insaniÄ], insaniae feminine noun I declension 1. madness, insanity 2. fury, frenzy 3. excess, extravagance 4. profligacy, luxury
The dark green brocade of your dress flawlessly embraced your body, creating a ravishing contrast between the bright colour of that precious fabric and your y/s/c velvet skin, as you gave a final glimpse at the mirror, appreciating what you saw for once. That surprising realization made a small smile appear on your ruby lips and you brushed behind your pearled ear a stand of your hair escaped from your fine coiffure, before finally leaving Alfieâs office, headed to the great hall of the distillery where an important business dinner was about to take place. Actually, your fiancĂŠ hardly ever involved you in his working life, indeed he always tried to keep you safe, far away from the atrocities of that cruel world, almost like you were his rare rose under a bell jar, he wouldâve never let anything happen to you, at the cost of his own life. But that was a special occasion and it demanded an exception: Alfie had finally succeeded in reaching an agreement with a new Italo-American partner, in order to expand his traffic in rum all the way to the Americas; consequently, that opulent feast was arranged not only to celebrate, but also to define the ultimate details of their recent deal, and your presence was required too. Entering the huge room already half full of people, you immediately waved your hand at Ollie who was friendly smiling in your direction, before your eyes went looking for your boyfriend, finding him seconds later, while he was busy talking with who you assumed to be Mr. Antonio Fontana. As you approached them, you had to admit to yourself that Alfieâs latest business associate was, without a doubt, one of the most charming men youâd ever seen; his tall, muscular figure stroke a thrilling fear into you, as his dark greedy eyes examined your body with surgical precision and, when you eventually found yourself right in front of him with flushed cheeks, a slight smirk formed on his fleshy lips surrounded by a hint of beard, just as black as his curly hair.
You remained caught up in your inappropriate thoughts, unable to pronounce a single word, until a strong arm unexpectedly harpooned your waist, catapulting you back into real life, and you recognized Alfieâs intense cologne as it forcefully filled your nostrils. Only then you raised your eyes at him, noticing an irritated look contaminating his sublime masculine features, still you didnât manage to say anything because, just as you attempted to open your mouth, Antonioâs deep voice overtook you, capturing your attention again.
âMay I ask who this stunning creature is?â Although that question was in effect addressed to Alfie, your guestâs impudent gaze entangled yours once more, as he held your right hand, leaving a brief kiss on the ardent skin of its dorsum; his strategical sweet-talk, along with his sudden gallant gesture, inevitably intensified the blush on your face, preventing you to look the other way, so you simply kept your irises locked with his.
âIâm y/n ...â Before your full name could leave your red lips, Alfie nonchalantly took your tiny hand from his, sending him an indecipherable, unsettling glare in stark contrast with his apparently mild voice, while his fingers automatically stroked his long beard .
âAntonio, this is Y/n y/l/n, my lovely wife-to-beâ That last appellative in particular was marked with far too much emphasis as his strong hand, still laid on your side, gently pulled your back closer to his vigorous torso covered by a creamy-white shirt and black jacket; already bothered by all of that impudence, he was obviously making it clear that you were not available, still the half Italian just didnât seem to care and continued to shamelessly court you, right under Alfieâs harsh stare.
âThis means itâs not too late for you to make a better choice, angelâ Antonioâs grin widened while he spoke those insolent words, making his black eyes blatantly travel from your mouth to your deep neckline, his tongue slithered on his bottom lip in a salacious movement as he lingered on the soft skin of your chest. You felt your fiancĂŠâs fists brutally clench, moreover his muscular arms visibly tautened together with his large shoulders, and you knew he wouldnât have contained his anger for much longer, still, before your spellbound brain could start working again, your rambling mouth raced beyond the point of no return.
âGuess itâs never too lateâ
You said lightly and, as soon as you realized how idiotic your answer was, your eyelids snapped wide open with absolute panic for the likely destructive consequences of your foolishness; however, to your great surprise, nothing of what you expected actually happened. Alfie was still holding you tight, his heavy breaths slightly betrayed his attempt to remain calm: he was well aware that the deal with the Americans was way too important for him to ruin everything at a few inches from the finish line, so he just had recourse to all his self-control and somehow managed not to blow his shareholderâs head off his neck right on the spot. He simply cleared his throat before speaking again. âYou know, my friend, we are businessmen, aren't we?â Your boyfriendâs husky voice revealed a hint of edginess, even though he was using his usual unintelligible tone âAnd as a businessman, thereâs only one fucking thing I demand when it comes to my affairs, and thatâs respect, âcause respect, mate, is fucking sacred, innit?â His tattooed hand drew a few little circles in the air as his brows and mouth raised simultaneously, giving birth to a brief pretentious expression. âI mean, no matter how hard I want to, I canât just break into your house and fuck your mother under your bloody eyes, eh? That wouldnât be right, mateâ Antonio looked at him with a cheeky smile never leaving his face, and again he chose to totally ignore those veiled warnings, his attention utterly moved to your silhouette once more and his fingers dared to move a lock of your hair behind your ear. âAmico mio*, I think when you desire something so bad, you have to take it, even if it meant breaking the rulesâ
With fiery blood both in his greenish eyes and on the palms of his hands, due to the nails now wedged in his own flesh, Alfie abruptly breathed out, ready to assault his new sworn enemy and probably kill him right there and then, without a second thought; luckily, you were able to read him like a book, so, with great timing, you successfully avoided a bloodbath by yanking his arm, in order to dissuade him from the violent intentions crowding his turbulent mind. âMr. Fontana, if youâll excuse us for a few minutes, I just remembered I need help with a couple of things before our dinner is servedâ You put on an apologetic smile, starting to back off towards Alfieâs private room while dragging him with you âPlease, take a seat, weâll be back in a momentâ
As soon as the two of you entered the main office, you quickly closed the door along with the curtains, conscious of how hard it was to cope with your manâs wrath, especially when it came to other blokes brazenly flirting with you. âWhat the hell was that, eh?â Alfie furiously removed his jacket, carelessly throwing it on the floor, his hoarse voice echoed between the walls almost astonishing you, as he approached your minute figure with a literally livid look. âHow dare you eye-shag that fucking wop, in my own fucking home! He was practically about to put his dick in you right in front of me; and you wouldâve fucking let him!â His savage screaming paused for a short instant when he spasmodically messed up his hair, madly pulling its tips in a desperate effort to hold back his rage.
On the other hand, you simply couldnât take your eyes off him: whenever he got angry, the way veins swelled in his solid neck and half-exposed forearms drove you crazy, you were in a haze as you kept staring at his manly features pursed in such a cursed yet handsome expression, and if that wasnât hot enough, his muscular body tensed several times, showing all of its virile glory, while he continued to shout at you. âI donât even know why the hell I haven't killed that cunt yet! Maybe I should just go and rip his throat openâ A familiar heat began to rise in your belly and you tactically sat on his desk, viciously martyrizing your bottom lip with your teeth, determined to tease him a little more, in order to eventually get what you were craving. âOh, câmon, love, no need to be this irascible! He is a gorgeous man, you canât deny thatâ In truth, you couldnât care less about that eyetie, still you kept using that coquettish tone, knowing how easy it was for you to find his weak spot, indeed Alfie immediately got close to your face, slightly squeezing his menacing eyes. âAre you fucking trying to make me mad on purpose, y/n? eh?â His palms loudly collided with the wooden surface on each side of your legs, his plump lips were now only a few inches apart from yours, his hot breath warming your flushed cheeks as you pierced his dilated pupils with a lustful gaze.
âMaybe.â
*Amico mio = My friend
@namelesslosers
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Breath of the Wild (and Hyrule Warriors) take place in the Child Timeline [Theory]
This is 100% Theory and I could be Totally Wrong but hear me out, because this makes perfect sense from my perspective and all it involves is considering Hyrule Warriors as a âmain gameâ, talking about it under the cut cuz this is a long one
Okay so everyone knows that the Zelda timeline is a bit wonky, and should be taken with a grain of salt, but ever since Breath of the Wild came out the biggest question is âWhat timeline does it fall under?â And at first it seems like it should be an easy answer... except not. Ritos and Zoras co-exist, locations are named after characters that reside in any of the three timelines(even TERMINA), so on and so forth, it seems like it somehow dips into every timeline, which should be impossible... until I blow your mind.
Well one big thing we know is that wherever Breath of the Wild takes place, it takes place at the end of its timeline. So for BotW to have references to each timeline, it seems like there was some sort of... timeline convergence? Except thatâs not how time works. Timelines can be split, but not thrown back together.
Hereâs where I blow your mind, just roll with me because thisâll make sense once I explain: Breath of the Wild takes place in whatever timeline Hyrule Warriors takes place. Iâll go into detail why Iâm convinced of this in a short bit.
First, I just want to throw the canon timeline from the Zelda Encyclopedia on here so weâve got all our other games into one basket:
The only inconsistency note Iâll make is that Hyrule Historia places Oracles of Ages+Seasons before Linkâs Awakening, though I believe this was retconned later on, and since Zelda Encyclopedia came out well after Hyrule Historia, we should believe this version more. But thatâs a moot point anyways since that wonât affect my theory, just thought Iâd mention regardless
So if weâre going to follow my theory on the fact that BotW is the same timeline as Hyrule Warriors, we need to find out which timeline Hyrule Warriors falls under.
First off, we know that Hyrule Warriors takes place sometime after Ocarina of Time, because Impa recognizes the name âRutoâ, so the events of OoT already happened. Therefore, HW has to take place in one of the three split timelines
Iâm convinced that Hyrule Warriors does not take place in the Adult Timeline for the following reasons:Â
We donât see much of the land of HWâs Hyrule, but it seems like a solid continent and not a series of islands, so this likely cannot take place before Spirit Tracks
The Triforce, Ganon, and the Master Sword are not seen since Wind Waker in the Adult Timeline, so this likely does not take place after Wind Waker
While Spirit Tracks is a new continent and a new Hyrule is established, Spirit Tracks introduces a new insignia, which involves a Force Gem, but everywhere in Hyrule of Hyrule Warriors we see the âtraditionalâ insignia with the Triforce.Â
So with the Adult Timeline rendered nearly impossible, this leaves the Fallen Timeline and the Child Timeline, and Iâm about to explain why HW most likely takes place in the Child Timeline
You see, Hyrule Warriors is an... interesting plot. In that the main antagonist, Cia, opens whatâs called the âGate of Soulsâ, or âthe doorway to time itselfâ. With her powers, she essentially opens rifts in time and space so that areas such as Skyloft, Death Mountain(OoTâs), and Twilight Field(Hyrule Field from TP) are now within Hyrule Warriorâs world
So we have worlds from Skyward Sword, Ocarina of Time, and Twilight Princess opened. The reason why these worlds specifically are because of Ganon. Before the events of Hyrule Warriors, in one of Linkâs lifetimes we havenât seen in any Zelda game(yet), after Ganon was defeated, he was split into four pieces. 3 pieces were scattered across time and space, the fourth sealed away with the master sword that Link eventually uses in Hyrule Warriors. Now letâs take a look at where each piece of Ganon was sealed:
Lake Hylia(Ocarina of Time)
Sealed Grounds(Skyward Sword)
Palace of Twilight(Twilight Princess)
Master Sword(Hyrule Warriors)
Whatâs VERY important to note here is that while, yes, Skyward Sword and Ocarina of Time exist in every timeline, Twilight Princess only occurs in the Child Timeline. It was at this point I realized: the main story of Hyrule Warriors only covers these settings/characters, and makes a Majoraâs Moon reference one time, but all other instances of characters from other timelines occur as DLC. And weâll get to the DLC stuff shortly, but letâs focus on the âmainâ story first.
Itâs quite possible that this Link before Hyrule Warriors, when splitting Ganon into 4 pieces, only had access to his own timeline to seal Ganon away. It isnât until we get the powerful sorceresses Lana and Cia do we start opening rifts to other timelines. This makes me believe that Hyrule Warriors takes place in the Child Timeline
Side note: Goron Forces appear to be a mix of OoT Gorons with TP Gorons, judging by their tattoos
Also, no Sheikah appear in any of the games of the Fallen Timeline, whereas we have Sheik and Impa(who are both Sheikah) in Hyrule Warriors. This still lines up because even though not-explicit, Impaz from Twilight Princess is implied to be a Sheikah, implying Sheikah traditions are passed down through the Child Timeline and eventually to HW
âBut Scatter!â You cry out, frustration setting in âWhat the hizzity heck does this have anything to do with Breath of the Wild?!â
*Leans in close to you and grabs you by the collar*
~This is the part where I blow your mind~
So now that weâve established Hyrule Warriors most likely takes place during the Child Timeline, yeah? And I said earlier weâd get to the DLC?
Letâs talk about the DLC.
So we now know that Cia and Lana are capable of opening and closing rifts to other times, even other timelines. Letâs look at some of the DLC characters that are playable in HW as a result:
Marin(Linkâs Awakening- Fallen Timeline)
Ravio and Yuga(A Link Between Worlds- Fallen Timeline)
Toon Link, Tetra, King Daphnes, Medli(Wind Waker- Adult Timeline)
Toon Zelda(Spirit Tracks- Adult Timeline)
Skull Kid, Tingle, Young Link(Majoraâs Mask- Child Timeline)
These, combined with the SS+OoT+TP characters from the main game, and we have access to settings and characters from all three timelines.Â
Now we could assume that after the events of Hyrule Warriors, the main characters never open a portal to another timeline again... but we could also assume the opposite. It could be entirely possible that the people of Hyrule Warriors regularly looked into these other timelines to learn from them. To study their past and alternate timelines really isnât a farfetched idea when you have the power to do so.Â
With these portals opening, itâs quite possible that yes, Zoras and Ritos began living in the Hyrule Warriors world, explaining the co-existing of both races by BotW. With the technology that Spirit Tracks provides, the people of Hyrule Warriors could have eventually learned to build their own vehicles and machines, eventually leading to the Guardians and Divine Beasts. The ancient robots of Skyward Sword could have also contributed to these, alongside possibly paving the way for Sheikah technology, such as the Sheikah Slate, to be developed. Twili technology could also contribute to this, as well as whatever the heck is going on with Ganon in the BotW2 trailer.Â
With knowledge and access to other timelines, it makes perfect sense that the Child Timeline would face an immense industrial/technological boom in a very short time, leading to the Sheikah Towers, the Sheikah Slate, the Divine Beasts, the Pillars under the Castle, the Guardians, the Shrines, and more to be made for the battle 10,000 years before the events of Breath of the Wild. Sometime between then and the Great Calamity this technology was mostly lost(Zelda Wiki says this was due to fear over the power of such technology leading the Sheikah to hide their tech away, though Iâm not sure where exactly in-game this info is revealed), paving the way for Breath of the Wild to occur.
There is no timeline convergence. Breath of the Wild takes place in a Child Timeline that obtained the ability to open rifts to other timelines.
Also one last little detail- this isnât solid enough to be âevidenceâ but doesnât hurt my theory either: Hyrule Warriors Link is the first Link to wear blue, meanwhile Breath of the Wild Link wears an entirely blue tunic
While this canât be concrete evidence that the 2 are linked(HAH GET IT BECAUSE LI-), it could be possible that HW-Link started the trend of heroes wearing blue accessories. Again, a bit more of a stretch, but doesnât hurt my theory either
So there you have it! I firmly believe that Hyrule Warriors and Breath of the Wild are both in the Child Timeline due to this evidence! And Iâm so mad that of all games, Hyrule Warriors was the one to tie it all together XD
#loz#botw#hw#hyrule warriors#breath of the wild#the legend of zelda#zelda#zelda theory#and listen i know matpat was all 'bUT THE CAP AND THE LYNELS' but hey that could be a result of opening time gates too#long post#i hope i explained it well- sometimes something makes perfect sense to me but i have trouble getting others to see from my perspective XD
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but if itâs you (a.)
âł Pairing: choi san x reader
âł Warnings: angsttttt, itâs only sort of fluffy in the beginning and then boom,,,, angst
âł Word Count: 1.8k+
âł NOTE: this is another part of the angst ATEEZ soulmate au series that Iâm doing. I meant to post the Wooyoung one but this one just popped into my head and I wrote it in a day so,,, enjoy!
He never meant to fall in love with you.
It wasnât something that really happened all at once. His feelings sort of just all fell into place.
San first realized he was in love with you the day he brought you home and you didnât laugh at his bed full of stuffed animals.
You did the exact opposite when you walked into his room, arms full of notebooks and your physics textbook, and turned to him completely serious before telling him, âIâm going to need you to hold me back or else Iâm jumping on your bed as soon as I can put my stuff down.â
San only stared at you incredulously before bursting out in loud laughter. Heâd half expected you to make some slick comment about how he was âtoo old for stuffed animalsâ. But your response was one that almost made him cry, he was laughing so hard.
Heâd met you at the beginning of the semester, sitting together in the back of the class at the top. As your professor started over the syllabus, youâd both bonded over the fact that neither of you had met your soulmates yet and the fact that the girl three rows in front of you still had the store tag hanging off her shoulder.
By college, it was common for a person to have met their soulmate.
Most pairs were born with matching tattoos that could be anything in the world. San had once known a boy in middle school who had a tattoo of a palm tree going up the entire length of his arm. Or soulmate pairs are born with a string of words printed on the inside of their arm. These words were usually the first words that each soulmate said to each other.
Both San and you had supposedly been born with the latter and had yet to meet your respective soul match.
Not that that bothered either of you.
As the year flew by, lunches were spent together sitting outside under trees as you laughed at each otherâs friends while sharing a bag of doritos. Weekends were spent alternating between houses or at the park where you threw bread for the ducks and giggled with each other.
Slowly but surely, you were falling in love with each other.
It didnât seem to matter that you each had a string of words on your arms. You werenât going to let one sentence define who you fell in love with. It was normal for most kids to meet their soulmate by the time they were eighteen, yet here you both were in your early twenties.
San wasnât torn up about it. How could he when he had you.
You who didnât laugh at his unhealthy amount of plushies. Who always shared your textbooks when he forgot his own (which was often). Who laughed at his cheesy jokes no matter what.
Yes. San was completely and totally in love with you.
And you were of course completely and totally in love with him.
And that was okay.
Luckily for the both of you, San was an upfront and blunt kind of guy. So it didnât take long before he was spilling his guts about his feelings to you.
And from there, the relationship blossomed.
Just regular meetups at the park turned into dates where you both spent sharing kisses and starry-eyed gazes that had anyone blushing and looking away. Your weekends became filled with outings at the skating rink or just quietly sharing a book in a deserted part of the campus library.
Of course you both got odd looks. You were both grouped into the small category of people who didnât have a soulmate. So seeing the two of you together on campus, completely in love, raised more than a few eyebrows.
And your parents were a different story all together. At first, your father was a little wary of San. Any dad would be when meeting the love of their daughterâs life. But he soon to like him. Both he and your mother had figured youâd given up on ever finding your soulmate, so they thought that it was good for you to finally have someone in your life that treated you as you should be. Soon enough, the printed words on your bodies were forgotten and life moved on.
At the end of second semester, San asked you to move in with him.
Which started a whole new series of apartment hunts that were close enough to the campus yet far away enough to not be seen by any of the nosy classmates who always felt that it was necessary to poke their business into your lives.
Eventually, you both settled on one a couple blocks from the school and that was still close to the park you both frequented.
It wasnât anything fancy, but it was luxurious enough for two broke college kids in love.
Life was good for the two of you. It was absolutely perfect.
Until fate decided to shatter the little bubble youâd built around yourselves.
It started out as an innocent day. You'd both woken up, you fixing breakfast as San took a shower as usual.
It was an off day for you, classes not starting till later in the day. So you kissed San on his way out, promising to meet him at the campus cafe for lunch as you set about cleaning out the bathroom cabinet that youâd kept putting off.
Finally taking a break, youâd stopped and gotten dressed after a quick shower.
The walk to the cafe wasnât long. It was sort of in the middle of the way from the campus to your apartment, so it took no time to get there.
Beating San, you ordered both of you your drinks and settled into the booth towards the back. It had a clear view of the door, so youâd be able to spot him when he came in and it was also in the area you both liked to sit in for people-watching.
Being a little late, it took only a couple of minutes before San appeared. His slightly tired look disappearing altogether as soon as he spotted you. The bright smile you gave him was one that never failed to send his heart into overdrive.
You both talked about your days so far. He ranted about the annoying boy who always made loud jokes in his calculus class. The giggle you gave as he tried imitating the boyâs âdolphin laughâ had blush dusting his cheeks as he couldnât help but watch you fondly.
You were absolutely beautiful in a pair of leggings and one of his huge hoodies that swallowed you whole. The cafe lighting lit up your eyes and made them sparkle as you listened intently to whatever he was talking about at the time, no matter how stupid.
Eventually, the time came where you both had to part ways.
San gathered up his things for his next class as he watched you throw away the cups and you both headed to the door.
Outside, he hugged you. Arms wrapping around your waist as you threw your own over his shoulders. Pressing his forehead with yours, he couldnât help but grin as your cheeks darkened at the close proximity. He only grinned even harder after placing a small kiss on your lips.
âI love you,â you told him, voice small.
âI love you more,â San didnât miss a beat replying as he pulled back and let his hands drop.
You snorted before checking your watch.
âYeah right. You better get going or youâll be late. Iâll see you later, lovely.â
San pauses, quickly brushing aside the weirdly familiar words before waving after you as you started walking away.
âBye babe. Iâll come pick you up and we can walk to physics together.â
The thumbs up you shot over your shoulder assured him that you heard as he headed back to the university.
Making it to campus, he only had a couple minutes before class started as he rushed down the path that lead to his chem class.
Barely missing crashing into someone else on the path, San stumbled to get out of the way, completely missing the slight tingling on the inside of his arm as he rushed out an apology and continued with his half-run half-walk to get there on time.
With only a couple seconds to spare, he finally slides into his seat as he settles in for the next, long, two hour class heâd stupidly signed up for.
Itâs thirty minutes in. San was in the middle of writing down notes that he barely heard his name being called.
Looking up, whispers spread throughout the class at the two grim-looking police officers standing in the doorway.
Grimacing at all the eyes, he quickly gathered his stuff, barely making it down the stairs without tripping on a stray book sack before reaching the door.
âYou Choi San,â one of them gruffly asks.
He only has time to nod his head before theyâre heading out of the room and down the hall, leaving him to trail after them.
And while they were both gruff and hadnât said any other word to him, he still caught the glance exchanged between the two and the pitying look the other shot him on their way out.
At last, they reach an empty classroom, in which they pull him into and tell him that it would be best if he sat down.
Then theyâre forced to tell him, that the girl heâd only just seen less than forty minutes ago had been in an accident and had been hit by an oncoming vehicle.
The officers watch on as he crumbles into himself. It takes a second as their words settle in, but then heâs out of the chair, insistent.
âIt canât be!â
âI just saw her almost an hour ago,â
âYou have the wrong girl, she was just-,â
And San is forced to come to terms that the girl he had been oh so in love with, is dead.
He leaves school early, dragging his feet with tears in his eyes. The whole way back he canât help but pause at every four-way and wonder if your body had laid there lifelessly just thirty minutes before.
It isnât until he goes to bed that night, face puffy, changing into the one hoodie you loved to steal the most from him that he sees it.
The sentence that used to be printed in clear, black ink on his arm is no more.
In its place, is a long, thin white scar that stretches just from his elbow to his wrist.
âWhere the words written on the inside of your arm are the last ones your soulmate will ever say to you.
Masterlist.
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So I decided to quickly write this little one-shot for @minteyeddemon because her fanfic about V being a Werecat was simply amazing and I was suddenly struck with inspiration to write this (also wanted to try writing something about Werewolf!Dante too but Iâm not really good at portraying his personality that much).
Hope you enjoy it sweetie! And also hope you are doing great too.
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Chesire (Werecat!V x Reader)
The gates of the abandoned Liddell Estate stood before you, intimidating and yet alluring at the same time.
This day had started as just another normal day in your life, that was until your pet rabbit Angel was bitten by a small snake that had somehow sneaked into your backyard. You immediately rushed your wounded friend to the closest veterinary clinic, where the doctors informed you that fortunately the snake wasnât venomous after you described the reptile to them. Your little ball of fluff got its wound treated properly and left the clinic with only a bandaged leg.
That should have been enough action for the day, but alas, the universe had to conspire against you yet again.
You were currently walking home, pet carrier in your arms, when suddenly the carrierâs lock broke, Angel had been nibbling it constantly until the lock gave away and your bunny immediately broke free.
You tried catching him, but Angel was too fast for you and before you could even register it, your bunny slipped between the bars of the gates which you were now staring at.
And thatâs how you ended in front of the infamous Liddell Estate, a mansion where a rich family used to live before an unfortunate fire left the house in total ruins. The family eventually moved out of the city, but the remains of their mansion still stood, and since the authorities hadnât bothered to at least demolish it, the locals started to believe that the reason was because it was haunted.
And they had a good reason to believe so. There was this unknown aura surrounding the place that could be felt whenever you walked pass it.
But now your fluffy friend had escaped, and into the Liddell mansion nonetheless! What are you going to do now?
â⌠No, I canât leave Angel just like that!â You couldnât leave your bunny, you had Angel since he was a baby and now he was part of your family.
Even though you were scared, you pushed the gate open just enough so that you could slip through, its lock already rusty and broken. You walked through the overgrown yard and started looking for Angel, hopefully you would find him soon.
Surrounding the house and reaching the backyard, you spotted Angel running towards the woods beyond the state. You immediately sprinted, following him into the dark woods. You ran as fast as you could, but eventually your breath became labored and your lungs were basically screaming at you to stop, your legs slowing down little by little.
You fell on your knees in exhaustion, breathing hard in an attempt to get some oxygen back into your lungs. Once your breath got back to normal, however, you came to the realization that not only did you lost sight on Angel, but you were now totally lost yourself.
After getting back on your feet, you took a glance at your surroundings. Tress blocked much of the sunlight, making it a bit difficult to see clearly around yourself.
âCalm down (Y/N), all you have to do is retrace your steps and youâll be fineâ you tried your best to calm yourself down, but it wasnât that much effective considering you were at a probably haunted forest and your rabbit was lost.
You started walking back the way you came from, but the more you continued, the more disoriented you became. It didnât help the fact that the place was dead silent, not even a single bird chirping could be heard and there werenât any bugs flying around either. Something was off.
âOh! What is this?â A deep male voice broke the silence, making the hairs on your skin stand on end. You tried looking for the source of the voice, but you found nobody. Maybe it was your imagination?
âA little girl? What is she doing all by herself in such place I wonder. Has she lost her way home?â
The voice kept talking in a playful tone as if mocking her current situation.
âWho are you? Where are you?!â
Silence.
âI am right here.â You felt his breath on your neck, sending cold shivers down your spine. He was right behind you!
You let out a scream as you turned around. In front of you was a tall man clad in black leather, his entire torso and slim arms were covered in tattooed rivers of ink, and his eyes were a green so bright that you were able to see them through the darkness. However, what really captured your attention was that there were a pair of cat ears on top of his head, complete with a feline tail that swayed from side to side reflecting the strangerâs amusement.
The man chuckled at your reaction, and just as unexpectedly as he had appeared, he vanished in thin air.
âW-what? Where did he go?â
Now you were definitely terrified. On top of being lost, your eyes for some unknown reason decided to play tricks on you, just what you needed right now.
âSo⌠what brings a curious little thing like you to a place like this?â the male voice spoke again. Searching for it, you spotted the same man from before resting on his front on a thick branch not too far from the ground. He had an amused look on his face while staring at you in sheer curiosity.
âW-why would you want to know?â you cursed internally when your voice stuttered. Now was not the time to show weakness, not when an anthropomorphic cat was staring at you in such a predatory way.
The man chuckled once again, his tail still swaying amused. He leaned his head to the side, supporting it with one of his hands.
âAs far as Iâm concerned, you are a naĂŻve intruder that shouldnât be here. And, unaware of your actions, you have disturbed our peace.â His smile turned into a wicked grin that showed his sharp fangs.
You gulped audibly, taking a few steps back in fear.
âSuch a pity that you had to end in a place like this. Havenât your parents taught you that good little girls shouldnât stray too far from their way? Then again, perhaps you are but a naughty girl who likes to trespass otherâs territories.â
The once silent aura of the woods suddenly became much somber and dangerous, your inner voice screamed at you to run, run far away in any direction as long as it took you out of this forest. But your entire body was completely paralyzed, so you stood where you were without moving a single inch except for your eyes which closed to block the sight of the mysterious man.
âThis isnât real, this is just another dream and Iâm actually still in my bed sleeping.â You tried your best to convince yourself that this wasnât actually happening to you. It was then that you remembered your fatherâs words when you were a child âIf you are having a nightmare and you feel trapped, just close your eyes and pinch your arm. You will wake up and the nightmare will be gone.â
You decided to try your luck and do it, but when you opened your eyes nothing changed.
You felt tears forming in the corner of your eyes, you truly where lost, you couldnât find Angel and this strange human cat looked like he wanted to devour you.
As the first tear rolled down your cheek, the suffocating aura surrounding you disappeared, leaving only a calm silence in its place.
With long, clawed fingers, the man gracefully lifted your chin âTears? Is my little wanderer crying?â This time his voice was soothing and full of warmth, yet you refused to open your eyes.
âIâm sorry⌠I didnât mean to intrude⌠I just wanted to find Angel.â
âAngel?â
âMy rabbit Angel, heâs small and his leg is a little wounded, he ran away and I tried to get him back but⌠I lost my way and now I donât know what to do.â
Complete silence. The man stood there pondering, finally realizing that the girl had no evil intent in her heart.
Just like that, he vanished. When you opened your eyes, he was no longer there.
You took deep breaths to try to calm yourself, wiping away the few stray tears you had. You needed to find Angel, and quickly so you both get out of there as soon as possible.
You were about to start your search when you heard an almost inaudible sound behind you, it sounded almost like⌠a cat purring?
Turning around, you found the mysterious one sitting on a tree stump, his hands protectively holdingâŚ
âAngel!â
The stranger was caressing his little ears, purring and cooing to the little ball of fluff that was your pet rabbit. In return, Angel would reach out to him to gently lick and nibble on his cheek and neck.
You ran towards him, Angel turning his attention towards you instead. The man stood up and carefully handed your friend back, who started to also reach out to lick your cheek too.
âHow did you find him?â
The man smiled warmly. âThis forest protects all animals and plants in it. However, it is not so kind towards humans who enter with malice in their hearts. The forest and I have judged your heart and found no evil intentions in it, that is why we shall help you go back home.â
âReally? Will you help me?â
The man nodded. âI shall now take you out of these woods, but in order for it to work, you must first close your eyes.â
You did as he told you. You heard his steps coming closer to you.
âThank you, for everything.â you started without opening your eyes âBefore I go, may I at least know your name?â
The mysterious one chuckled âYou may call me V.â
V⌠what a strange name for a strange creature like himâŚ
He stood before you, so close that you could feel his breath fanning over your face.
âI am set to light the ground, while the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's humâŚâ he recited, one of his hands cupped your cheek in a sweet caress, making you blush.
âLittle wanderer⌠hie thee homeâ and with those words, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
A soft breeze blew around you, and when you opened your eyes, you were surprised to find yourself back at the gates of the Liddell mansion with Angel still in your arms. It felt as if you two had never entered the place, in fact, the pet carrier was still laying in front of you completely untouched. Crouching to check on it, you noticed the lock on the door was working perfectly fine like it never broke in the first place.
You let out a sigh of relief, that was a very scary experience. âNever. Again.â You stated to yourself, no more trespassing into spooky mansions from now on.
Placing Angel inside the carrier, and double-checking the lock, you started your way back home.
Although you didnât notice, someone was observing you from the shadows. A cat-like creature smirked as he witnessed you walking away.
âWe shall meet again, my lost little wanderer.â
And with that promise, the mysterious one vanished in thin air.
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Sorry if itâs kinda rushed, Iâm still working on the next chapters of my two other fanfics which should be finished soon (my family is still staying at my house. yep. three full weeks with lots of activities and no personal space at all, so not much time for writing I guess).
Also, to give you a bit of context to this story, basically Reader entered a forest full of spiritual energy, with V being one of its many supernatural residents. I wanted to give this some Alice in Wonderland vibes since Iâm a huge fan of the book, so V basically acts like the Chesire cat of the story.
Again, many thanks to @minteyeddemon for being a huge inspiration for this. Lots of love darling!
#alice in wonderland#devil may cry#v#dmc v#werecat!v#v x reader#v x you#fanfiction#fanfic#ok but v purring <3
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Hey there! Do you have any punk au recs? Can be either or both boys! I know you have a bad boy Harry rec but Iâm hoping for a little Louis mixed in too! Thank you so much đ
Here you go, darling!!! :) Hope this is enough, but let me know if you want more! :)
                       Punk H/L Fic Rec
Punk Harry
oops, i like you by say_thanks
Words: 5k
He thrives in the attention, at the knowledge he makes these boys with their tattooed dicks and pierced whatevers, so hot and bothered. These boys with their confident smirks and broad shoulders and hands, touching Louis wherever they can. Louis reduces them all to a wet, moaning, mess, every time.
Usually he doesnât see those guys again. Itâs not generally part of the plan.
But then Harry tightens his grip on the back of Louisâ neck and Louis ducks his head to taste the sweat beading under Harryâs chin, kissing the ink curling up Harryâs neck, then kissing his way down to get his mouth on the god forsaken nipple piercings. He listens to the way Harry breathes his name, and for the first time silently asks, Can I keep him?
Clusters of Stars by Hazzalovescarrots
Words: 5k
Louis doesnât have the best history with guys. When Harry shows up, totally different and covered in tattoos, things change. Liam and Zayn donât really approve but itâs none of their business ey?
leave this house and iâll burn it down along with myself by orphan_account
Words: 6k
âSo Iâm simply your guest, am I?â Louis asks, before leaning up and kissing Harry.
âNope. Youâre not,â Harry mumbles into his mouth, and he tries to ignore how Louisâ body arches against his, âyouâre not even my living partner. Youâre the princess I captured and now Iâm going to keep you here, in the forest, all for myself.â
Purr Like a Cat by floatingsalad (orphan_account)
Words: 6k
harry wears eyeliner and listens to loud music and lives in a constant mess and sprays his hair with fifty cans of hairspray every morning when zayn interrupts his perfect sleep. this changes when the innocent cat-boy named louis enters into his life, flipping everything upside down.
Itâs In The Love. by SS98
Words: 19k
AU in which Harry is sorta punk and never stops staring at Louis.
These Constant Stars by stylinsoncity
Words: 31k
Louisâ career has nowhere to go but up. Heâs living at the height of New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.
Can I Make It Any More Obvious? by slashter
Words: 35k
[AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louisâ friends want him to stay away from]
Beauty Behind The Madness. by ZiamsLarry
Words: 59k
Harry doesnât meet the worlds perspective of looks, causing him to be judged every time he leaves his house. He never lets it get to him, because he knows that when he gets home at the end of the day he has the most beautiful little girl waiting for him.
So with just her and the lovely old lady down the hall who babysits her, Harry thinks his life is good enough for him.
Of course it all changes when the appartment across from him gets new attendants.
A Place To Call Home by Snowy38
Words: 90k
Louis rides a BMX and works in a diner all the hours god sends to keep his little brother Alex with him. Since their parents died, Louis has become mother and father to his sibling but heâs missing out on love.
Harry is a motorcycle gang member with a mysterious past but his vulnerability soon becomes evident as the two menâs worlds collide.
Louis becomes embroiled in a more-dangerous way of living but he helps Harry finds what heâs been missing all along- a place to call home.
Baby Heavenâs in your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram
Words: 120k
Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and thatâs the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
Punk Louis
Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 7k
Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louisâ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.
Forget Your Ex by PwoperNinjaElf
Words: 9k
When Harryâs boyfriend of two years leaves him for someone else, itâs fair to say heâs rather a bit upset, but his friends have a solution for him. Nick and Niall are hosting a start of term house party at their flat, having invited everyone they know from uni. Who knows, with a bit of luck Harry can find a rebound shag and finally forget his exâŚ
but he cant be what you need (if heâs eighteen) by lingerielarries
Words: 10k
the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor.
Opposites Attract by louisgrindsonharry
Words: 11k
Or, the AU where Harryâs an innocent little preppy kid and Louis has lots of tattoos and piercings and Harry wants wants to know why he cantâ stop thinking about the boy who walked him home.
In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria
Words: 15k
From: Louis TomlinsonTo: Undisclosed Recipients
Hello!
Iâve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if itâs yours!
Cheers!
âOh. My. Fucking. God,â Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. âOh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.â
The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.
âWhat happened, mate?â Liam asked.
Harry just pointed to his computer.
Liam bent over Harryâs desk to read the email. âWhat? This isnât bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?â
âLeeyum" he groaned. âItâs whatâs on the list.â
âOh,â Liam paused for a beat. âIs it dirty stuff?â
Harry nodded.
There was more silence. And then, âDirty stuff with Louis?â
Youâre So Square (Baby I Donât Care) by mmareeÂ
Words: 15k
Or a summer camp au where Louis tries to sort out whether he wants to murder or snog his perky co-counsellor.
Can We Talk for a Moment? by lululawrence
Words: 15k
Or the one where Harry is a shy, nerdy alpha, Louis is a loud omega punk, and thereâs more to both of them than their reputations.
Saturday Detention by FallingLikeThis
Words: 15k
Five boys with nothing in common end up together in Saturday detention. Maybe if they can get past their first impressions, theyâll realize theyâre not as different as they thought.
Or The Breakfast Club Au that was dying to be written.
the love is ours to make (so we should make it) by lingerielarries
Words: 19k
the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.
The Moments When My Good Times Start to Fade by paintsplatteredteardrops
Words: 23k
Where Harry is a flower child who works in a bakery and Louis is a guitarist who has no idea what it is he wants.
In Dreams by dolce_piccante
Words: 23k
AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.
iâd burn this city down to show you the light by you_explode
Words: 23k
Harryâs a sheltered rich kid and Louisâs a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harryâs house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.
Life Saver by objectlesson
Words: 30k
Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows heâs in love, but doesnât know how tell Harry?
Open Up Your Broken Heart (and Keep on Wanting) by alistoney
Words: 49k
Louis works in a tattoo shop and rides a motorcycle
Harry wears flowers in his hair and does yoga in the morning
Somehow they fit
if my heart was a compass, youâd be north by cheekiestcheeky, heartsoftlouis
Words: 55k
Or the one where punk Louis likes to think heâs not clumsy, but he suspects heâll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.
Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 110k
Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.
Lights Will Guide You Home by Cafelesbian
Words: 137k
Louis Tomlinson is his schoolâs resident bad boy and easily the most liked person there. Heâs loud and confident and popular. He spends most of his time abusing his parentâs money or partying or playing football. He also spends a good deal of it obsessing over the quiet curly boy in his English class, but no one really needs to know that.
Harry Styles is more or less invisible at the same school (unless heâs being harassed). Heâs shy and painfully insecure and quiet. He spends most of his time crying on his bedroom floor with a razor pressed against his skin or trying (and failing) to think of reasons to stay alive.
So, of course, itâs inevitable that they fall for each other.
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not your ordinary train ride || soulmate!han jisung
genre : soulmate!han jisung, college au, childhood friends, angst, fluff
pairing : han jisung x reader, hwang hyunjin x reader
words : 2.3 k
sypnosis : you havenât talked to him in 8 years, but these few days you kept seeing him on the train all the time. was this a sign that you should approach him? or should you just keep staring at him from across the train carriage? is this fate?
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you sighed as you stared at your surroundings. your eyes flickered as you saw two people walking right into each other on the other side of the street. you watched as the girl shout at the other only to stop suddenly. you saw the eyes on both widening.
you smiled softly as you glanced at the two new found soulmates. you only wished you couldâve already found your soulmate. but you know life has its ways with messing with you; sadly.
you heaved out a sigh and carried on walking down the street, feeling happy for the two strangers. you were already late for your lecture but you continued to stroll down the street not caring about the time. you let your mind wonder as you thought about what it you bumped into your soulmate.
you glanced at your wrists where the tattoo of your soulmates first words with you was inked.
âno fucking wayâ
those words tattooed on your wrist- such vulgar words could be seen by anyone who would glance at my wrists.
âwell he must be niceâ you thought sarcastically. you couldnât imagine a stranger â your soulmate coming up to you just to say âno fucking wayâ. and then what happens? we kiss and a pumpkin carriage appears and drags us to our wedding? it wasnât that you were opposed to the idea of having a soulmate however youâd just wished that your soulmate wasnât a mean or an arrogant person that was all.
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you sighed as you speed walked out of the lecture room. you just had enough of school. you dragged your feet behind you walking towards train station. you just felt so stressed from the overwhelming amount of work that your professors had been throwing your way these few days. not only that, you just felt so lonely and empty. almost like a floating soul. all your friends has been busy with life and well their new-found soulmates.
and who did you have? âwell, no one to be honest. every day was the same on repeat. it was just a cycle to you. âwake up, get ready, attend classes â contemplate whether or not to buy takeout â then end your day with completing assignments and lying in your bed.
would it be so different even if i met my soulmate right here right now?
 you leaned against the glass next to the door staring at your phone. you kept pressing the next button â every song that was playing not satisfying your ears. you just didnât feel like listening to the song at all. you paused on the song â way back home by btob â not too sure if you wanted to change the song. after staring at the screen for while you locked your phone tucking it in your back pocket. as the song resumed in the background.
your eyes shifted around the train carriage. before stopping on someone. you squinted your eyes trying not to be obvious that you were looking his way.
you wrecked your brain trying to remember why he looked so familiar. as he looked up from his phone you swiftly looked away, hoping you werenât caught.
âoh god this is embarrassingâ
you took out your phone, pretending to read something as your pupils glanced at the corner. you let out a small breath as you realized he wasnât aware of your stares.
your eyes widened as you realized who he was. you could tell it was him just from his side view. itâs been almost 8 years since you last talked to him.
you wanted to talk to him or even just acknowledge him but somehow you just couldnât form the words in your head. the both of you ended your friendship sour. would he still be mad? itâs been 8 years, does he even still remember you?
 âare you seriously taking his side?â he exclaimed hands shot out, clearly enraged.
âjisung, itâs just an opinion. i just prefer my bread not toasted. you can like toasted bread.â you laughed not understanding your best friend.
âno, itâs not just that. ever since he came into our lives, youâve been taking his side!â jisung shouted furious. you were taken aback. youâve known him from 9 years and never had he once raised his voice at you.
âji- what are you talking about?â you asked confused by his actions.
 âall you do is talk about him! hyunjin did this, hyunjin said that â did you know that hyunjin-â
âthat doesnât mean that iâm replacing you!â you cut him off seeing where he was going with the conversation.
âjisungâ hyunjin interjected before being cut off by jisung again.
âshush you, nobodyâs talking to youâ he glared at hyunjin. you gaped at jisung.
âdonât talk to hyunjin like that!â you fought back â clearly surprised by how rude he was acting.
âthere you go again defending him!â jisung scoffed and rolled his eyes.
âiâm defending you because youâre being a jerk!â you walked away pulling hyunjin in toll.
you didnât know then that, that would be your last conversation together. you thought that the fight would resolve itself and youâd be back to being best friends the next day. but you were wrong.
 when you were twelve, you were so convinced that it was his fault the both of you stopped being friends. but now at the ripe age of 20, you realize how you played a major part in it. you were at fault.
 âhey! where were you during break? i went to the bathroom and when i came back you were gone!â jisung asked from his seat as you entered class as the bell rung.
âoh, i went with hyunjin! i thought you went off first, iâm so so sorry ji!â you tugged at his arm asking for forgiveness. it wasnât intentional at all that you left him, and jisung knew that. it was just a mistake â that was bound to happen several more times.
 ây/n!â you heard a shout from outside your door. you grumbled as you left the comfort of your bed, trudging to the door. jisung smiled brightly and pouted when he saw your face.
âi waited after school for you! you said that you had volleyball training today!â your eyes widened.
âoh my gosh! i totally forgot to tell you! i didnât feel well so i walked home with hyunjinâ jisungâs smiled faltered a little but not too much for you to notice.
âthatâs okay, rest well alright!â jisung waved and left.
 you never knew how jisung could still keep up his bright smile then even when you kept ditching him, even if it was unintentional.
 ây/n!â jisung ran in the classroom lightly slapping your arm. you laughed.
âwhat is it this time?â
âyou know that new ghost movie! letâs go see it! how about this weeken-â
âiâve already seen itâ you whispered feeling a little guilty.
âoh? your parents probably brought you to it! doesnât matter, iâll ask chan hyung or something!â jisung said animatedly.
you didnât have the heart to tell him that you went with hyunjin the previous weekend. you felt so guilty that you forgot to invite him. you felt like such a bad friend. but you didnât know how bad it was for jisung. he just kept smiling. you didnât know how upset he would be if he found out that you went with hyunjin.
he eventually did find out.
 âhyunjin! wanna go watch a movie this weekend?â jisung asked hyunjin, he wasnât that close to hyunjin but it seemed that everyone around him had seen that stupid movie.
âoh the horror movie?â hyunjin questioned. jisung nodded excitedly already planning his weekend with hyunjin in his head.
âiâve already seen it with y/nâ jisung froze for just a millisecond.
âoh okay thenâ jisung nodded dejectedly turning his back and walking away.
 at that point jisung couldnât comprehend how he felt. did he feel sad? angry? betrayed? his twelve-year-old heart couldnât decide. maybe he was acting selfish. y/n wasnât only his best friend. but it also felt like y/n wasnât jisungâs best friend anymore too.
 you blinked, realizing the train had reached your stop. you clambered off shaking off thoughts of jisung from your head. you didnât want to start thinking of the past.
except your brain doesnât ever listen to you.
 you laid in your bed thinking about jisung and how you were a stupid twelve-year-old. sure, everyone was stupid at that age. but you felt like you were exceptionally stupid as compared to everyone else.
you glanced at your soulmate tattoo on your wrist smiling. you hoped your soulmate was someone like jisung. now that you think about it, jisung was everything a girl would have loved in a boy.
âhave you gotten your tattoo?â you asked jisung jumping up and down excitedly. your eyes travelling down to his wrists. jisung lifted his arms.
ânope! not yetâ you pouted. neither of you had your soulmate tattoo yet. most of the girls around you already had theirs, showing them off during class.
âwhat if i donât have a soulmate?â you sighed. âwho would want me in the first placeâ you thought. you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.
âthen you have me. i donât have a tattoo too. then maybe we can be soulmates.â jisung whispered softly calming you down.
 âi should stop thinking about him, itâs not like iâll ever meet him again.â
 once again you were wrong.
 you saw him again, in the train, in the same train carriage. you still werenât sure whether you wanted to approach him or just pretend that he wasnât there. you couldnât make up your mind.
 iâm going to say hi, thatâs right y/n just saw hi. he was your best friend for goodness sake.â you thought in your mind. just as you started gaining the courage to walk over to him, the train stopped and jisung alighted. you stared from behind not sure what to do. a part of you wanted to chase him, but your legs stayed stuck to the ground. you watched as the doors of the train closed right in front of you.
you lost your chance just like that. you were never going to see him. you contemplated alighting at the next stop and backtracking to his stop. but you were a hundred percent sure he wasnât going to still be at the station.
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âmommy i donât want to go to sc-shoolâ you whimpered as you hugged your momâs legs.
âsweetie, youâre already three, you need to go to school to grow!â your mom gestured her hands widely.
âi can be big?â you asked innocently giving her a toothy grin.
âthatâs right!â you mom laughed. you smiled now excited to start school. you turned your head at the boy next to you who was crying, his hands wrapped around his mommy.
 âwhy are you crying?â you asked him after tapping his shoulders. his mom gestured for him to answer you.
âi- d-donât wan-t s-schoolâ the boy cried out as tears travelled down his face.
âhey, if you go to school you can grow! and be a big boy!â you exclaimed happily. the boy turned around to face you.
âr-really?â he sniffled. you hummed in agreement.
ânow letâs go to class boy!â you pulled his hand.
âmy name is jisung!â the boy retorted.
âokay jisung! mineâs y/n!â you ran towards the building where most kids were entering from.
 ây/n! you donât even know where your class is!â you heard your mom class after you.
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you scratched your head as you stared at your phone, frowning. you typed furiously in your phone before locking it. your groupmates werenât replying to you in the group chat. how were you supposed to complete the assignment alone?
am i the only one who cares about my grades?
 you leaned your head against the window on the train and closed your eyes. you were just so tired. you heard a bunch of footsteps walking in and out of the train and it stopped. you felt a presence beside you shuffling.
 âno fucking wayâ your eyes shot open as you sat up straighter looking to your right. the chubby cheeked boy smiled at you.
his smile hasnât changed at all
âj-jisung?â you stuttered, heat rushing to your cheeks, only you didnât understand why.
ây/nâ you smiled as you heard your name fall from his lips.
âyou look niceâ you awkwardly added.
ânice? you mean handsome?â he giggled. you slapped his arm out of habit. your eyes widened as you realized what you did.
âiâm sorry! i didnât mean that!â you exclaimed.
âno worries soulmateâ jisung winked and crinkled your nose faking disgust.
 âtry again.â you said monotonously as a joke. jisung got off his seat and kneeled on one knee on the train. your eyes widened as you pulled him up on his feet but to no avail.
ây/n, i havenât seen you in 8 years and you end up being my soulmate. please let me take you out on a date.â
âif i say yes, will you stop being embarrassing?â you harshly whispered.
âsorry babe, it comes with the package.â you rolled you eyes before smiling lightly at him.
 never would you have thought that your ex-best friend would be your soulmate. but life has its ways right?
 âwait so youâre saying we didnât have our tattoos because we already found each other?â you questioned. jisung nodded.
âwhy didnât you tell me earlier!â you slapped his arm.
âfirstly, oww. you need to stop doing that. secondly, i didnât know until recently! donât blame me!â jisung pouted.
 you smiled again. you never knew a smile could leave your cheeks hurting. but with jisung, anything was possible.
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yes! i finally wrote something! originally this was supposed to be a jeongin fic but i felt like this wasnât the right one for him yet! iâm working on something i think.Â
but let me know if you enjoyed this! or any constructive criticism! or even send love ! nyotr was definitely a work in progress and did take me quite sometime to write!
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Let It Out
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader
Warnings: Implied smut (scandalous, I know), mentions of anxiety & self-doubt
Word Count: 1507
Summary: Tyler helps you calm down after a sleepless night.
Authorâs Note: I just want to make it very clear that I love this picture very much and thatâs why I used it even though it does not have very good proportions for this post. Also I needed a picture of Tyler in bed. Anyway, requests coming soon! Iâm going out of town to see the boys tomorrow, but once Iâm back Iâll get started on those! Hopefully this makes up for the pain that The Worst Part caused :) (picture credit)
You pressed your face deeper into the pillow, trying desperately to block out your thoughts by focusing on the quiet whir of the fan that stood at the foot of the bed. Tyler was snoring lightly next to you, unaware that you had been unable to sleep for the last few hours. The only indicator of the time was the moon outside, slowly sinking lower in the sky. You had pushed your alarm clock onto the ground in a fit of frustration some time ago.
Another memory of something embarrassing you had said at the dinner earlier tonight ran through your mind, making your stomach twist in discomfort again. You squeezed your eyes shut and forced your face deep enough in the pillow that you could no longer breathe through your nose. The fabric of the pillowcase wrinkled between your fingers as you tried to push the thought out, but it remained bouncing around your head.
With a sigh, you gently pushed the covers off of your body - it was too hot for them, anyway - and slowly made your way across the bedroom, making sure to avoid the spot in the floor that you knew would creak loudly if you stepped on it wrong. Tyler didnât even stir as you slowly closed the door and turned the light on, keeping it dim enough that it wouldnât ruin what little bit of tiredness you did feel.
Your feet made quiet padding sounds as you walked over to the sink and began to run the water. It splashed quietly against the porcelain, mesmerizing you for a moment before you remembered why you had even come into the bathroom in the first place. Keeping your hair pushed back with one hand, you used the other to splash cool water over your face. Some of the water ran down your wrist and fell onto your shirt, creating dark spots on your loose tank top.
All you wanted was to get that stupid dinner out of your mind. You should have listened to your gut when it told you not to go in the first place - being around famous people had never been one of your favorite pastimes - but you had wanted to support Tyler. Now you were here, unable to sleep because your mind wouldnât stop its endless loop of every mildly embarrassing thing that had slipped past your lips.
You shut the water off and rested your hands against the edge of the sink. Your breathing had started to get shaky again, so you shut your eyes and carefully counted your breath. Josh had taught you some breathing techniques one time after a particularly stressful show. They had come in handy a number of times since then, although it didnât feel like they were doing much tonight.
You shut the bathroom light off and slipped back into the bedroom, once again being careful to avoid the creaky spot in the floor. One glance at Tyler sleeping was almost enough to ruin your careful attempt to avoid waking him. He was half-wrapped up in blankets, his mouth hanging open against his dark pillow. The fan was rustling his hair slightly and his basketball shorts had ridden halfway up his thighs, revealing the typically hidden Josh tattoo that resided there.
âY/N?â Tyler croaked before you had even made it back to the bed. âWhat are you doing?â
You started a bit, not having realized that Tyler had woken up from his deep sleep.
âCanât sleep,â you murmured as you slid beneath the covers. âBrain wonât shut off.â
Tyler reached out and gently curled his fingers around your forearm. His eyes were still half-shut, his sleepy demeanor not totally worn off yet.
âWant to talk about it?â
You shifted slightly, âYouâre tired, Ty. Itâs ok.â
His grip on your forearm tightened, pulling you towards him.
âNo,â he mumbled, his voice slowly growing stronger. âRather listen to you.â
âI doubt that.â
He nodded against his pillow, which you realized was noticeably closer than it had been a moment ago.
âJust let it out.â
You finally succumbed and allowed him to pull you entirely into his chest. His bare skin was radiating heat against your cheek, but you didnât mind if it meant being close to Tyler. The steady drum of his heartbeat also helped to slow yours.
âI made a fool of myself at dinner. You could just tell from the looks on their faces that they thought I didnât deserve to be there. And I donât. Iâm not famous, just dating somebody who is.â
âThey didnât think any less of you,â Tyler said. His voice was hoarse, but steady and reassuring. âTrust me, you deserved to be there more than half of those people.â
âThanks,â you said, letting a small laugh escape.
âI know you donât believe me, but itâs the truth.â
Tyler wrapped his arm tighter around you, letting his fingers rest on the strip of skin that was exposed beneath your tank top. You idly traced his chest tattoo, your eyes fixated on the tree just outside the window. It was waving idly in the summer wind.
âWhy do you put up with me, Tyler?â
âPut up with you? Now that seems like an odd way to phrase it.â
âThereâs so many people out there for you to choose from. People that are like everyone else at the dinner tonight that wonât make a total fool of themselves. You could be with someone funnier, or more attractive, or that could actually be on tour with you all the time. But instead you put up with me, who has other responsibilities and looks average and gets maybe one or two good jokes a day,â you sighed, blinking back tears that you hadnât even felt coming. Maybe the thoughts in your head tonight went deeper than you realized.
âBecause I donât want someone funnier or more attractive or thatâs on tour with me all the time. In fact, I admire that you would rather spend time away from me to work on something that youâre passionate about. I donât want someone that wants to be around me all the time, because it makes the time we do get that much better. And I know youâve heard me tell you how stunning and hilarious you are a million times already.â
âI suppose so,â you mumbled into Tylerâs chest.
He used his free hand to tilt your head up towards him and carefully wipe away your tears with his thumb. You stared into his brown eyes, letting your mouth curl into a small smile.
âI love you,â he said. âYou, Y/N. Not anybody else.â
âI love you too, Ty.â
âThereâs nobody else that I would rather come home to every night,â he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. âOr wake up next to every morning.â
âWell, almost every morning.â
He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
âI love your smile.â Another kiss. âAnd your laugh. Your sense of humor. And when you touch me,â he sighed wistfully, âI think I melt a little.â
âLike this?â you giggled, running a thumb along his cheekbone.
His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned a little further into your touch.
âExactly like that.â
You eventually dropped your hand back down to Tylerâs chest. His eyes slowly opened, still slightly glazed over from sleeping.
âDo you want to hear more about why I love you?â he asked quietly.
âI think I get your point.â
You leaned forward and properly kissed him. His grip on your waist grew a little tighter, holding you close to him. It was a slow, sleepy kiss that made you never want to pull away.
âThank you, Ty,â you whispered. Your lips were still close enough to Tylerâs that they brushed together now and again. âIâm sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night, but it means a lot that you were willing to calm me down.â
âI would do anything for you,â he smiled, leaning forward to kiss you again. âEven if that means waking up in the middle of the night.â
âWe can go to sleep now. I think Iâve calmed down enough to sleep.â
You started to shift back to your side of the bed, but Tyler caught you and held you close.
âYou know, I think I might have some other ideas that might help you sleep.â
Your heartbeat sped up significantly as Tylerâs hands began to travel lower on your hip.
âOh yeah?â
Tyler rolled so that he was now hovering over you, trapping you between his body and the bed. He leaned down and peppered kisses along your jaw.
âMmmhmm,â he mumbled.
You giggled as Tyler continued to kiss his way down your neck. Before he got too far, you caught his jaw and tilted his head so that you could look into his eyes.
âI love you, Tyler Joseph.â
âI love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.â
And with that, all of your insecurities were forgotten.
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An Accidental Love Story Part 10
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Hello, friends! Iâm sorry that this latest update took quite a while. This new installment isnât the climax (yet). Itâs a brief glimpse into Project Iditarod. A bit boring but I promise it contains some pretty cool secrets that should not be missed (so that you can better understand the next chapters).Â
Bonus: Youâll get to see how brilliant John really is (and why Sherlock believes John is the âwisestâ man heâs ever known).
Weâll get into the thick of the action soon. I hope you donât mind this filler while I look for the right GIFs for the rest of the story. Hope youâll enjoy reading!
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John Watson is smarter than he looks.Â
In fact, heâs pretty damn smart.Â
But people tend to underestimate John. They give him one glance and immediately brush him off as just another average bloke.Â
No one in Johnâs past, for example, had ever imagined that he would one day create a multi-billion-dollar companyââyet here we are.Â
When one of his scientists, Molly Hooper, came to him with a groundbreaking discovery two years ago, John immediately realized its implications.Â
Mollyâs findings could change human life as we know itââbut it could also be used to hurt and destroy. John knew they had to be careful with this newfound knowledge. They couldnât afford to let it slip into the wrong hands.
Gladstone Labs had a good number of brilliant scientists on the payrollââbut John decided to build a new team for Mollyâs research. A top secret team that the rest of the company would never know about.
Molly was on board with the plan.
An elite group made up of some of the best scientists from around the world was formed.
Including Molly, there were seven team members in total.Â
Project Iditarodâânamed after the Alaskan trail system where a legendary sled dog race takes place every yearââwas born.
With Molly leading the team, their goal was to develop an injectable serum that helps human cells learn how to reprogramââthe same way an Alaskan Malamuteâs cells can.Â
The result would be extraordinary stamina and enduranceââhuman beings that require little to no rest, even in extreme conditions.
John kept Project Iditarod so secretive that even the scientists working on the study itself did notââand will neverââknow about each otherâs true identities.Â
There were no physical meetings, no physical headquarters.Â
Instead, each scientist worked remotely from their home base. All of the equipment and resources they needed were generously provided for by Gladstone Labs.
The team worked together by logging in to a highly encrypted online portal. This portal had an advanced biometric login system. It was the only place where they were able to interact with each otherââbut interactions were limited to text and voice chats as well as emails.Â
No faces, no real names.Â
Each scientist was only identifiable by an assigned alias and ID number.
Their signed NDAs prohibited them from creating soft or hard copies of any of the research data. The highly secure online portal was also designed to keep information on lockdown. No page was copyable or printable, no file was downloadable. Everything was only shareable within the portal itself.
John personally vetted each scientist, going over the details of their lives with a fine-toothed comb, making sure that each person was competent, conscientious, and capable of guarding a life-altering scientific secret.
Secrets, however, were always meant to be exposed in some form or another.
A spy that Jim Moriarty had planted in Johnâs company was somehow able to dig up Mollyâs old notes on Malamutesââand their uncanny ability to reprogram their bodies.Â
It didnât take long for Jim Moriarty to realize that Gladstone Labs had stumbled upon something revolutionary.
John Watson though, was prepared for any eventuality.Â
In the event of a data breach, each member of team Iditarod, including John, was ready with a single line of computer code.Â
Each person had a unique codeââand it was tattooed on the heel of their right foot.Â
Once executed, it would immediately erase all data pertaining to Iditarod, ultimately causing the portal to self destruct.Â
Two yearsâ worth of research and hard work would be irretrievably lost in mere seconds.
Once all digital evidence is obliterated, the only remaining record of Iditarod would be in a small microchip implanted in Johnâs left handââin that space between his thumb and forefinger. He had asked Molly to inject him with the chip over six months ago.
Perhaps it was psychological but since the implant, John swears he has had an intermittent tremor in his left hand.
That night at the warehouse, Jim Moriarty had the secrets to Iditarod right under his noseââand he didnât even know it.Â
Unfortunately for Jim, he made one capital mistake.Â
He severely underestimated one John Hamish Watson.
Update: Part 11 is up!
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**Authorâs note: Credit to @dorkkybatch (formerly @ohgodbenny) for that GIF of Molly and to @bimercury (formerly @221bgaykerstreet) for that close-up GIF of John.
Dear readers, Iâm trying to be careful as much as I can but if you find Iâve used some of your GIFs without giving credit, please let me know! Thank you.**
Thank you for reading!Â
Part 11 is coming within the week. As usual, please let me know if you wish to be tagged or untagged (or sent a chat alert if the tags donât work).
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