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theyhavetakenovermylife · 8 months ago

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Can I request "The red string theory" with 2012 Leo x Reader? It's basically when two people are connected and bound to meet when the time is right, regardless of the place or circumstance. (Could be platonic or romantic!)

I've been craving 2012 stuff for so longgg!

(I love and adore your work a bunch you have no idea💗!!! this is actually my first time requesting something. I've been so freaking nervous 😿)

-🦈💙

The Red Thread of Fate (Fluff)

2012!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Soulmate stuff! I love it! I’ve always loved reading other people’s soulmate fanfics, so I’m happy to finally make one of my own. And I hope that you find this fitting for your first request😊 Love ya bunches!💙

Warning: Most likely spelling💙

East Asian folklore explains that everybody is tied to their future partner, by a small invisible red string. Chinese mythology has the string tied around the destiny partners’ ankles, while in Japan it was often shown with the string tied around the woman’s little finger and the man’s thumb, even though nowadays it was usually shown only around the little finger on each person. And that was just the versions you were aware of.

You guessed that you had a string too. Sometimes you could feel it, and sometimes you couldn’t. Small, sometimes tightening a little around your pinky, pulling ever so slightly at you until you would move, but nothing would come of it. No one would be standing there and waiting for you when you walked into the other room, and well, suddenly you couldn’t feel the pull on your finger anymore, leaving you standing with a strange empty feeling inside.

Other times you swear you saw it. For a split second you could swear that you saw something small and red tied around your little finger, with a thread like string trailing off from it. However, with the blink of an eye, it was gone, or pinky once again looking as plain as ever.

As time progressed, you find yourself wondering more and more, your searching for answers becoming more and more prevalent. You had long longed to find that special someone, that you could share your life with. The one that could make you feel like the world's prettiest and luckiest person, and that you in turn would make feel the same. The one that you would be willing to work through ups and downs with, knowing there could be no highs without any lows. The one that you would find at the end of this invisible red string you found at the end of your pinky finger, every now and again teasing you with its elusive existens, and the knowledge that your future partner was out there somewhere, probably looking and thinking about you, the same way you were looking and thinking about for them.

But no matter how many times you found yourself dreaming and wondering about your soulmate, you had never thought that he would be close by. So close that he would be under your feet, literally.

One day you found yourself sitting in your bedroom, lost in thoughts, dreaming about that face you hadn’t seen yet. With all of your responsibilities laid out on your bed before you in paper form, you simply could not concentrate, your thoughts continuously wandering off to better places, only to find yourself back in your bedroom, with your work and homework laying out in front of you, just waiting for you to get them done.

You let out a frustrated sigh, letting your eyes scan over the paper in your hand. What was the point of sitting here and dreaming? Dreaming wasn’t going to bring your soulmate to you any faster. If this red string around your finger was as true as you wanted to believe it was, then you couldn’t force it. Your soulmate wouldn’t come around before time is ready for it, so spending too much time dwelling on it was not helping it. It was better to get going with your life and let it come to you along the way. So with yet another sigh, you took a hold of your pen, looking down over the paper one more time.

Then, as if the universe heard your thoughts as they ran through your head, your window smashed, sending someone hurling into your bedroom, landing directly on your floor, glass shards flying everywhere. You let out an ear piercing scream, standing up on your bed, looking down at the guy on your floor, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his head with green three fingered hand… Green three fingered hand!?

You stared in a mixture of awe, shock and a little fear at the green figure on your floor. Green, with a darker green colored shell on his back, his torso enclosed with a light brown plastron, his eyes wrapped with a blue bandana, with eye holes making his blue eyes visible, when he looked up at you. A turtle? A humanoid turtle?

Silence fell between the two of you, both of you staring at each other on high alert, unsure of what to do. After what felt like an eternity of looking into his light blue eyes, the turtles slowly lifted his hands, trying to signal to you that he had no intentions to harm you. But that was not what you noticed. Instead you noticed something thin and red, tied around his pinky finger. A red thread.

You took in a sharp breath when you saw the thread continue off his finger in a small line, your eyes slowly following it until you saw it coming to an end at your finger - tied around your pinky. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, your gaze shaking as you looked back at the turtle man on your bedroom floor. No way.

The turtle seemed just as shocked as you, his eyes flickering between you and his hand, before slowly taking a hold of his tied hand, looking at it like he couldn’t believe what he saw. Whatever he and his brothers had been fighting out on the other roof was long forgotten, with the sight in front of him being the only thing he could think of. He had always dreamed of this moment, but never dared believing it could actually happen. Him, a mutant turtle living in the sewers, actually meeting his soulmate, a human.

Still standing on your bed, just shoulders slowly came down from the tens positions, your lungs letting go of the breath you had been holding. His round, yet strangely handsome face calmed something in you. Something before now, had never noticed, was so turbulent, slowly coming to a calming halt.

“I- I’m (Y/N)”, you said in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, his mouth slowly coming agape. “W- who are you?”

“L- Leo”, he answered, with a stammer letting you know that he was just as nervous as you. “Leonardo”.

“Leonardo”, you repeated with a small nod, not noticing the shiver he felt when he said your name. “Cool name”.

“T- thank you”, he said, slowly coming to a stand on your bedroom floor, coming to his full height, making a butterfly burst to life somewhere deep within your stomach. “Uhm…”, he continued, unsure on how to proceed. “H- have you heard of, uhm… the red thread of fate?”, he asked, holding up his hand with the red threat.

“Yes”, you answered, holding up your own.

Silence fell over the two of you once more, this time with small nervous smiles, both of you wreaking and turning your minds, finding something to say, that didn’t involve just smiling at each other like two idiots that were slowly falling in love. That was when you were interrupted by the sound of Leo’s brothers, calling out for him to help them with what threw him into your room in the first place.

“Shit, I have to go”, Leo said, looking from the broken window to you. “Listen, I- I will be back, I promise! But me and my brothers have a little, uh, problem to take care of”.

“Brothers?”, you asked, your unsurety washing away by the moment as you stepped down from your bed. “There are more of you?”

“There is”, Leo smiled, seeming to calm down when you stepped closer to him, getting lost in the thought of your once again, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Was he so lucky? So lucky that not only would he meet his soulmate, but get to kiss his soulmate the same day. By your close proximity and your awestruck face it seemed like it. He could just lean forward and do it. He could just kiss you right now, while you smiled at him, seeming to just be waiting for him to do it-.

“Dammit, Leo! We’re losing our shells out here!”

“Oh! Yeah! Shit! Sorry, Raph!”, Leo said, before quickly running for the window, stepping one foot on the window ledge before turning towards you one last time. “I will be back, I promise… And sorry about the window, I’ll get that fixed for you”.

“Thank you, Leo. I’ll be waiting for you”, you smiled, causing the turtle's heart to skip. He stared at you for a moment, feeling his heart jump around inside his chest, wondering if all of this was a dream.

“See you soon, (Y/N)”, Leo said, dwelling in the fuzzy feeling he felt when he spoke your name.

“LEO! AARRRRGH!! HE GOT DONNIE’S ANKLE! HE GOT DONNIE’S ANKLE!”

“I’m coming, Mikey!”, Leo yelled before hurrying up the fire escape. You quickly ran to the window, wishing to see him one last time, only to find him already on your roof, in the last second before he leaped over the alleyway below with ease, running to whatever situation his brothers were in. You stood back in awe, a chuckle of disbelief pushing past your lips. You had just met your soulmate - the man that had been waiting at the red of your red thread - and he was a turtle. A humanoid turtle with the ability to jump over alleyways. If you decided to tell anyone, they would never believe you. And even you wondered for a moment if you had made the whole thing up. That was until you realized you no longer felt a tug in your little finger, but instead a storm of butterflies in your stomach.

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winterchimez · 3 months ago

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Teach Me How To Love (pt.2) | Kim Sunwoo

SUMMARY: right after you had elicited help from your best friend, who also turns out to the the fuckboy on campus, suddenly you weren't too sure if all the efforts you had put in to please the heartthrob were actually worth it anymore. that was when you realised there was much more to Sunwoo than you thought he was.

PAIRING: fuckboy!Sunwoo x g.n!reader (feat. crush!Hyunjae)

GENRE: fluff, angst, suggestive, slight horror

WARNINGS: nc-17, kissing, making out, implied sex (no smut though yall dw), reader wears a dress, petnames (sweetheart, princess, honey), Hyunjae isn't what reader thought he was oops (slightly possessive), reader is in denial of their own feelings, crying, cursing, flustered Sunwoo (and he's the gem of comedy in the fic), Sunwoo is the biggest flirt ever 😃

WORD COUNT: 4,438

A/N: happiest birthday to my one and only soulmate @from-izzy 🤞 thank you for literally being through all the chaos and madness in my daily life, from being on call with one another for an average of 6-7 hours each time we do it, from validating my thoughts 99% of the time (bcs sometimes you don't), and literally being the missing piece to my other half. fate brought us tgt and you'll forever be stuck with me for life so be prepared for that 😚💜 and big shoutout to @mosviqu @sanaxo-o for beta reading this fic for me!! (also hi... @kimsohn)

this is pt2 to the original fic here so please do read it first as this will contain major spoilers!! (yes the long awaited sequel is finally here im sorry for making yall wait for more than a year 🧍‍♀️)

Sunwoo’s POV

It was already noon, and the sun began shining directly onto the male’s face, causing him to get all frustrated as he sat up from his bed.

Sunwoo was still in denial about what happened last night. You came over to elicit his help on how to flirt and make out and basically asked for advice on how to please your date for today—the campus heartthrob Lee Hyunjae.

He knew from the back of his mind that it was definitely a bad idea from the start. He shouldn’t have agreed to do exactly what you both did last night—the way both of your bodies felt so warm and close to one another, the way your hands wrapped around him as he carried you to his bed, and the way your lips felt against his.

He couldn’t stop thinking about them—like a broken record player replaying the entire scenario. After he had convinced you that you were good enough to please Hyunjae and left, he slumped onto the couch, refusing to believe what he had just done.

All this time, he knew that you both were just friends—childhood best friends, to be exact. Neither of you had shown much more affection beyond that, and it was all cool between you two.

That was until last night.

His heartbeat was going 80 miles per hour, and he was literally going insane. To get back to his senses, he decided to call one of the girls he often slept with and invited her over so that he could forget about what had just happened and take things off his mind for a while.

He was confident that all would be fine—he just returned to his usual routine of making out with different girls, and there’s that. Whatever happened between you two was just a dream, an awkward moment between you two, and it would not affect the relationship you both have built over the years.

It turns out he was wrong, and during the entire night of making out with the girl, the only image that popped up in his mind was you. He imagined as if he was kissing you again, making you feel good as he explored your body, touching you in areas that made you feel so good—earning a series of soft moans coming out from your mouth.

But he knew it was all just a hallucination, as he now turned to his side to find the girl he invited over last night sleeping very soundly as she lay towards her side, facing away from him.

Sunwoo moved his head backwards so that it slightly bumped against the headboard of his bed. He lifted his phone to check the time and see if he had gotten any notifications for the day.

More specifically, if there were any notifications from you, that is.

When he saw that there was none, and it was already going to be 12:30 in the afternoon, he quickly went through his list of contacts and dialled someone familiar with your schedules for the day as he ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly.

“Yuna, give me the details of Y/N’s schedule for the day from A to Z.” He commanded.

Y/N’s POV

You were already drinking your third bottle of water as you waited for your date to arrive.

To be fair, you agreed to meet at the square at 12:30 p.m., but your anxiety caused you to arrive 30 minutes earlier than planned.

You elicited help from Yuna to dress you up and make you all pretty for today's date. You decided to put on the yellow flare dress that your cousin got you for the summer holidays while Yuna helped curl your hair and do your makeup for you. It has been a while since you put on a dress for yourself, but you thought it was legitimately the best outfit you own that could keep up with the campus heartthrob himself.

You had a hard time falling asleep the night before. You kept thinking about how you would please Hyunjae—wear clothes that he would like, keep up with his favourite films and food, and, of course, how you would kiss him if that ever happened.

Wait. Kiss?

Right. You elicited your best friend’s help the night before at his apartment.

You weren’t too sure what had gotten in your mind last night, but you thought that having a so-called 101 lessons on how to please a guy by passionately making out with Sunwoo would do the trick.

Your cheeks instantly heat up at the thought of it—you loved the way he touched you and how he was actually so gentle with it, contrary to his fuckboy behaviour that you have known from the surface.

His words were as sweet as nectar—luring you in as if he knew exactly what to say to please you. It took you a little while to adjust to that since you mostly just bicker with the male. However, you weren’t too upset with that sudden change of attitude, and you liked this side of him.

But that wasn’t the part that intrigued you the most—it was that kiss. His goddamn plump lips just seemingly knew how to move in sync with yours, savouring all of the flavoured lip balm that you had just applied earlier that day since you struggled with dry, cracked lips.

All of a sudden, you realised that you didn’t need it anymore, for your lips were moist by the time you got home—you didn’t even need to apply another layer before going to sleep.

You were brought back to reality when your phone started going off at your nightstand, and you picked it up to read the caller’s ID out loud.

That’s when you panicked and quickly shook your head. Your date has arrived, and he was waiting in the lobby to pick you up.

That’s right. I’m going on a date with Hyunjae. Sunwoo has nothing to do with this.

As you quickly scrambled through your belongings to check if you had gotten everything, you dashed out of the door and slammed it shut before running down to meet your date, who was already looking as flawless as ever as he sat on the couch in the lobby.

The moment both of your eyes met, you could’ve sworn that you were about to combust internally as he put on the sweetest smile that could instantly make up someone’s day.

“Morning, princess. You look absolutely stunning,” he commented as he scanned you up and down, admiring the look you had given him for the day. “I can’t believe that this is all for me.”

God, the rumours that his words could potentially send you off to space within seconds were true. “N-No! I just did the bare minimum…I was worried you weren’t going to like it…” you mumbled.

He chuckled as he leaned forward to tuck some of your hair behind your ears. “Are you crazy? You’re the most beautiful ethereal sweetheart I’ve ever set my eyes upon.”

Oh my god. Stop this Hyunjae, stop it right now.

Clearing your throat, desperately wanting to move on from this conversation, you pointed towards the exit and gestured that it was time for you both to move on with your date.

“L-Let’s go! The food bazaar isn’t going to wait for us forever!”

“You’re right,” he smiled before taking your hands and intertwining his fingers with yours. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Oh my god! You’re a godsend when it comes to food!” You mumbled as you chewed on your favourite strawberry tanghulu in one hand and switched your taste buds to take a bite of the cheesiest corndog Hyunjae had bought for you from the bazaar.

“I’m not called the food guru for no reason, honey. I know my food very well,” he winks as he takes in a bite of this humungous Taiwanese-styled fried chicken that he just got off fresh from one of the stalls nearby.

Hyunjae couldn’t help admiring how you looked as he kept glancing towards your direction—your glistening pink cheeks partly from the blush but also how happy you were from this little date.

If he had to be honest, he himself was nervous trying to send that text of asking you out the day before. Sure, he was aware of how you had had your eyes on him for a while, but so did the rest of the class.

However, he knew that there was something different about you, and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was—but he knew that he just had to ask you out, and it didn’t matter if it would turn out to be great or a disaster.

Something about you has caught his eye since you first walked into class. You were different from the other girls who seemed to like him because of his good looks. You had always stood firm, telling everyone how you knew that Hyunjae was the sweetest human being you have ever laid your eyes upon—both from the outside and on the inside.

He appreciated and loved walking through the corridors on campus where he would find you talking to your friends about him—it was the smile you had on your face whenever he was mentioned.

So he did his fair share of research on you, too (not with malicious intent but to get to know you better), and found out that you had a really close childhood friend, Kim Sunwoo.

Sure enough, he would often see you hanging out with him loads back in junior year—you both were pretty much inseparable at all times, sticking close to one another throughout the entire day.

But the entire campus knew how he eventually ventured out to become the fuckboy on campus, and he would often hang out with different girls and sleep with them, causing you to spend less time with him.

If Hyunjae had to be completely honest, he wasn’t too happy about that. But who was he to judge about your relationships with one another?

That is only he knew what happened between you two the night before in Sunwoo’s apartment.

The thought of Sunwoo potentially hurting you in one way or another has been bugging him for an entire year now, and he just needed to know the answers. So he tried his best to come up with different topics to talk to you about—from the pets you both owned to your favourite TV shows until he felt it was safe and comfortable to talk about your childhood friend.

“Say, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind, and I don’t mean to pry…but what is your relationship with Kim Sunwoo?”

You were taken aback by the sudden question about Sunwoo, and your already pink cheeks from the makeup and heat were getting much brighter and more apparent, causing you to clear your throat quickly before answering your date.

“H-He’s just a childhood friend; we go all the way back. Why do you ask?”

“I can’t help but think he is somewhat hurting you somehow. I really hope he isn’t, though,” his voice deepened, making it evident that he wasn’t joking around.

“Sunwoo? Hurting me? What makes you say that?” You asked while bitting off the last strawberry from the kebab stick you held.

“Y/N, how do I put this…” he was now fidgeting his fingers on his free hand while looking at the ground. “I don’t know. You both don’t seem as close as you were back then. If I were in your shoes, I would be devastated in this situation.”

That immediately stopped you in your tracks. You just stared at your date briefly, your feet glued to the ground.

You remembered what the girls talked about the campus heartthrob himself: he reads people like an open book.

Nothing could’ve explained the sweat dripping from your head; your fingers clutching the kebab sticks for dear life as if you were being interrogated for doing something wrong.

Why did you feel that way? You couldn’t even answer that yourself.

“H-He’s- I mean- We’re fine! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You laughed, trying your best to hide the stammer and fear in your voice, but you knew that your date wasn’t buying it in one serious bit.

Knowing that the situation wasn’t getting any better, Hyunjae decided to take you away from the crowd by gripping your hand, and eventually, you both ended up on a bench at a nearby park, just sitting down to talk about everything.

“Y/N. I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” he bluntly replied.

“T-Tell you what?”

“About Sunwoo.”

Frankly, you have no idea why on earth Hyunjae was obsessed about knowing what exactly happened between you two. You were currently on a date with the campus heartthrob, and Sunwoo is just a childhood friend, so you both somehow drifted apart for some time. You didn’t see what the connection here was all about.

“Hyunjae…we’re just friends. That’s all.”

“Y/N.” His grip on your hands tightened. “As much as I want to be happy that I’m out with you on a date right now, I can’t seem to help but notice how you aren’t exactly here with me, if that makes sense. Something is bothering you, and I am upset to know that.”

“W-Well- Why are you upset, Hyunjae?”

“Because you’re hiding something from me.”

At this point, you were starting to feel a little creeped out and uncomfortable, and you had no idea why he was growing much more possessive each minute. You noticed how he was trying to get you to talk about your childhood friend, but you didn’t want to at this point.

Especially with what happened between you two last night.

With all the pressure and tension in the air, you couldn’t help but hold back the tears in your eyes as they poured down your cheeks. You couldn’t care less if you looked like an absolute mess in front of your date right now, and you knew that you could no longer ignore the excruciating pain you have been holding back since last night.

“I-I don’t know, Hyunjae. I don’t know what to feel,” you sobbed, lowering your head down to the point that your tears were now dripping onto your dress.

Hyunjae was slightly taken aback by the scene that unfolded in front of him, and he quickly pulled you in for an embrace, rubbing your back to help soothe you as best as he could before you started speaking up again.

“I’m so confused with everything…I made many preparations for you because I genuinely like you so much, Hyunjae…I have had the biggest crush on you for the longest time…but everything that happened last night…I can’t be so sure anymore…” you sobbed.

“What happened last night, Y/N? Talk to me about it,” Hyunjae reassured you with his calming voice, not knowing if it would make the situation better or worse, but he had to know.

Even if the truth would eventually crush him.

“I-I elicited help from Sunwoo…because I wanted to please you so bad as your date…but everything that unfolded last night…I-I don’t know where I stand now…”

That was enough for Hyunjae to combine the dots to paint the whole picture in his head. He knew that from the start, as he saw both of you together, there was something about your relationship that felt so different from any other pairings seen on campus.

He never once believed in fate, nor about the red thread that connects one person to another to form the seemingly perfect relationship ever. But he knew deep down within his gut that you had a thing for Sunwoo, even if you hadn’t noticed it.

It was enough to prove that even he couldn’t win over Sunwoo from you, and that little crush he had with you was slowly dying down—his heart slowly tearing apart. However, he was too nice to take you away from the one to which your heart truly belonged.

As your cries grew heavier and louder, Hyunjae could only do his best to hug you tighter, wishing he could savour this moment for as long as possible before he eventually had to let go.

He knew he would miss hearing you talking about him whenever he came close on campus, and he surely would miss admiring you from afar whenever you weren’t paying attention to him.

Knowing that you wouldn’t hear him as you were caught up in your emotions, he slowly took out your phone to send a text to a number before he turned it off and placed it back into your bag before he mumbled a few words to himself.

“Thank you for making me happy over the past year, Y/N. You truly are one of a kind.”

You had no idea how long you had been out as you slowly opened your eyes and adjusted your vision. The sun had set, and the skies were slowly turning pitch black, indicating that the day had passed by quickly.

Immediately, you felt that you were lying on something soft underneath your head, and you slowly lifted your head before you eventually sat up straight and backed away slightly from the man himself.

“You look like you have seen a ghost, Y/N.”

He couldn’t be. Why was he here? How did he know your location?

It can’t be true, and you won’t believe your eyes. So, you slowly leaned forward to pinch his cheeks, earning a yelp to show that it was a reality, not a dream.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for!” He screamed as he covered his cheek with the arm that he was spread on the back of the bench.

“W-Why are you here, Sunwoo?” You questioned, clearly still confused with the whole situation that you were in.

“What do you mean why? You texted me to come pick you up,” he answered.

Huh? You texted him? That can’t be true.

Immediately, you took your phone from your bag to click into your messages with him. Sure enough, you had sent a text to the male himself, and it was the way he had only seen the message, and it was enough to make his way towards you quickly.

Before you could even ask where exactly he knew where to find you, you clearly remembered how you both had shared your locations, and you instantly covered your face with both hands before you slumped forward.

“Oh my god…” you heaved.

There was this short silence between you two before Sunwoo eventually cleared his throat to tell you he was still here with you in case you had completely forgotten about his existence.

“That dress looks nice on you, I’ll admit that.”

“W-Well! It’s not for you, so don’t be so full of yourself- Wait, where’s Hyunjae?” You asked as you finally remembered why you had been sleeping on a bench.

As you stood up to turn your head around to scan the area, Sunwoo couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh before gripping one of your hands, causing you to turn back towards your friend.

“Listen. We need to talk.”

Oh, hell no. This is the conversation that you have been trying your best to avoid for the past 24 hours.

“W-What is there to talk about?”

“Everything.” He gently pulled your hand down so that you were sitting right beside him on the bench again, his grip tightening around you as if he didn’t want to let you go anytime soon.

“Look, I- God, this is much harder than I imagined in my head,” Sunwoo groaned as he ran his free hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly to show his frustration. “After what happened last night…that isn’t something that friends would do, and I think you know that yourself.”

Please stop talking about last night. “O-Okay…and where are we going with this?” You asked.

“Y/N. Normal friends don’t kiss and make out the way we did last night, you know that, don’t you?”

Please, just stop. “O-Okay…and?”

“So…where do we stand now? Y/N?”

God. “I- Umm- Well- What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know…literally just anything. I need to know, Y/N. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep for the entire night because of that.”

You really wished that you could answer that question right here and then, but you weren’t too sure about your feelings. In the beginning, you were certain that Sunwoo wasn’t interested in having an actual relationship since he was out there making out with different girls weekly or even once every couple of days.

That was enough to show that he just wanted to have some fun and be as single as he could—not committed to an actual relationship—so that he could explore his needs.

Isn’t it?

“But you- umm- you’re out here sleeping with other girls-”

“I don’t just sleep around with people, Y/N. It’s because I want to learn how to please you.”

Wait, what?

You weren’t too sure if you had heard those words correctly, and you kept blinking your eyes at the male himself, making him shut his eyes as he leaned back onto the bench.

“Fuck, this is so frustrating, uh-” Sunwoo placed one of his hands to cover his eyes for a little while to regain his composure. “Y/N, wasn’t it obvious enough that the reason I have been avoiding you is because I started liking you? More than just friends at one point, I wasn’t sure if you were cool with it, and I definitely didn’t want to ruin our friendship since we were kids. Why did you think I tried my best to stop you from doing whatever we did in my apartment last night?”

No way. There was absolutely no way.

“S-Since when did you feel this way, Sunwoo?” You needed to know. You needed to see if it aligns with the timeline of when you first knew something was different about the relationship between you two.

“Since high school, senior year to be exact.”

It can’t be.

“Y-You fell first?”

“Huh?”

At this point, you both were just staring at one another in confusion. When Sunwoo finally understood what you meant, your cheeks immediately heated up once again, causing you to turn your back on him.

He fell first. There was absolutely no way he could’ve done that-

Before you had enough time to think about everything, Sunwoo instantly grabbed your shoulder and turned you back to him; his face was now mere inches away, and you could feel his breath upon you.

“Am I thinking this right? Are we on the same page, Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know-”

“Please…just tell me…it’s hurting me so bad from the inside; I need to know, even if it’s a simple nod from you,” he begged.

You were still in denial—or rather, you didn’t want to accept that Sunwoo had feelings for you for a couple of years. It couldn’t be; you were just his childhood friend and nothing else. You weren’t as attractive as the other girls he’s been with; you didn’t smile the way the girls he would often see hanging out in the school cafeteria; you weren’t as outgoing as the girls that he chose every week-

Just as you tried your best to devise a plausible excuse, Sunwoo decided to take matters into his own hands as he pulled your shoulders forward to press his lips against yours.

The way he knew he was best at.

God, it was the same sensation that you felt the night before. Those soft, plump lips made you crave for more, and how his hands felt so warm and gentle against your skin.

At that point, you knew that you didn’t have to say anything as you slowly relaxed your shoulders and eased into the kiss, parting your lips slightly for him to gain more entrance into the kiss. You returned it like he did, passionately making out in the park as if nobody was there to judge.

It had been a minute or two when you both finally broke apart to steady your breathing, Sunwoo’s fingers still resting on your cheeks and caressing them as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

“Yeah, this was way better than getting an answer from your mouth,” he smirked, earning a slap from you on his shoulders.

“You nasty, dirty-minded raccoon!”

“Can you blame me, though? I’m not known as the fuckboy on campus for nothing. Well actually, not anymore, I suppose.” For the first time, he gave you a genuine smile that you hadn't received in a while (not since you both drifted apart a year ago) as he pulled you in to place a little peck on your forehead.

“W-What do you mean, Sunwoo?”

“What I’m saying is I have already gotten my one and only right here, and I don’t have to go around sleeping with other girls anymore,” he winks.

“Gross. I never even agreed to all of this.”

“Well, you don’t have to.” He pulls in for another kiss. “I’m going to make sure that you’re not going to run away from me anymore, and we’ll figure out this whole situationship, or relationship, if that’s what you want to call it, together.”

You sighed. “B-But what if it doesn’t work out? You know it’s not easy going from childhood friends to the…you know…“L” word.”

You had no idea why you felt so shy with that last bit, and Sunwoo could immediately tell by the way you were squirming around restlessly.

“What “L” word, honey? Maybe you should teach me about it,” he grinned.

“Go look it up yourself, dumbhead.”

“Shame. And I was getting used to this new way of talking with you.”

“Disgusting.”

“You love me.”

“No, I don’t.”

With one swift movement, he scooped you up before placing you on his lap, causing you to yelp a bit before he placed both of your arms on both sides of his shoulders. He rested his hands on your hips to keep you in place, smiling at you as if he had just seen the most beautiful and precious human being he had ever laid his eyes upon throughout the past several years.

This was the moment that he had desperately been waiting for.

“I love you so much, Y/N. More than you could ever imagine.”

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bri-cheeses · 4 months ago

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Fiercely and obsessively (wrapped around your finger) — Part 3

| Rosekiller Soulmate AU | Previous part is here | Word Count: 687 |

“Hey Reg, how come you’ve never shown us your soul mark?”

Barty’s question came out of the blue, causing Regulus to startle up from where he had been pouring over his essay. Evan laughed a little, presumably at his bewildered expression.

“I’m working, Crouch. I don’t have time to indulge your fancies. That’s Evan’s job, not mine.”

Next to him, Evan’s face deepened into a scowl.

“You’re horrible,” he said, which was kind of uncalled for. Regulus was a little bit right, was he not? Evan indulged him, he indulged Evan, and it was the perfect friendship. And who cared if it was maybe a little too codependent, at least they knew what the other meant to them.

“Knew that already,” Regulus responded breezily, then went back to reading over his writing with a bored expression. Evan rolled his eyes.

“You’re dodging the question,” he said.

And wait—he was right, wasn’t he? Regulus was trying to tiptoe around having to answer, and it was lucky Barty had Evan by his side, because he probably wouldn’t have picked up on that on his own.

Regulus’s eyes flicked up. Very deliberately, he explained, “I haven’t shown you my soulmate mark because it’s not very important in the grand scheme of things, and I don’t care much about it.”

“Ha, right,” Barty blurted, not able to stop himself from saying it. “I think that you actually care quite a bit, and are just worried that your soulmate won’t be who you want it to be.”

Regulus stilled.

“Who would I want it to be?” His voice was calm and controlled, but his left pinky twitched from where it was holding his quill.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Barty grinned. “How about a certain captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team?”

Regulus’s hand tightened on the quill. His other balled into a fist.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said stiffly. Which was a dead giveaway, really, considering Regulus always slipped into that tone of voice whenever he got defensive.

“Touchy, are we?” Barty’s voice was just a tad too gleeful, but really, it was way too much fun to get Regulus riled up. “Can’t imagine why.”

“You know,” Regulus snapped, “I’m not the only one here who gets touchy whenever the topic of soulmates comes up.”

There was a threat lurking behind Regulus’s words, but it was tangled up enough that it was difficult to figure out. Barty frowned.

“Me? I’m really not that sensitive about it, but—”

“Not you,” Regulus interrupted, and his eyes fell onto Evan. Barty turned to look.

“Leave me out of this,” Evan warned lowly. Barty’s eyes widened. Evan had never sounded so deadly before, but Barty wouldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t a little captivating to see.

“You brought yourself into this the second you pushed me into answering,” Regulus told him. They were staring each other down, not sparing a single glance for Barty and effectively leaving him on the outside of whatever private exchange was going on here. “How long is it until that little dream of yours is crushed? A week? Two weeks?”

Barty frowned. The only important thing coming up within that time frame was Evan and Pandora’s birthday, but that didn’t have anything to do with this.

“You don’t know that’s what will happen,” Evan said, voice strained. Regulus tilted his head.

“We’ll see. In the meantime, leave me alone about my soulmate mark. Sound good?” The eyebrow Regulus raised was cool and cutting, and it came as somewhat of surprise that Evan didn’t flinch away from it.

“Fine,” he said instead of doing just that. And finally, he turned his gaze on Barty. “I’m going back to the dorm,” he told him. His voice was startling toneless, and it was unnerving.

“Uh, sure,” Barty responded, absolutely and fundamentally bewildered. But Evan was gone before he could ask about whatever had just gone on here, so Barty was left to turn to Regulus.

“I’m sorry, what just happened?” he asked.

Regulus just shook his head.

“If you can’t figure that out,” he said, “then I can’t help you.”

(Part 4 is here)

#side note but I love writing tense conversations between Evan and Regulus #while Barty’s over in the corner not understanding a single part of what they’re saying #rosekiller #rosekiller soulmate au #rosekiller microfic #my microfics #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #marauders era #regulus black

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basu-shokikita · 1 month ago

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Kloktober 2024 Day 28

Conspiracy theory or propaganda

So today's entry is special because it's possibly my last one unless I managed to do something else in the following days, and because it covers two prompts at once. The aforementioned, obviously, and also the one about OCs.

I already posted about Molly during last year's Kloktober though it's not necessary to check that one to read this. She just...certainly appears here.

“Rivalry turned friendship? Did the long time feud has finally come to an end? Dethklok’s guitarists Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth were spotted in the Bahamas beaches very cozy with each other!” The Dethklok Minute Host said, as footage of the pair flashed on the screen. In one of the photos, Toki was hugging Skwisgaar from behind, in another, they were holding hands while walking along the shore.

“In fact, fans are beginning to theorize that there might be something more amongst the musicians!” He continued, as a third picture showed their grainy silhouettes in what seemed to be an intimate moment under an umbrella.

“I’ve known ever since I first saw Dethklok live.” A brunette girl with low ponytails declared on camera. She was wearing a shirt with a badly edited image of Skwisgaar and Toki. “Their energy on stage, the sexual tension…” She giggled, adjusting her steamed glasses. “It’s clear they’re not just bandmates, they are f-”

“I used to dream about them making out during a show or something.” Another girl was shown. She had long black curls and half-lidded eyes. “Or one of them confessing their feelings during an interview, you know? I can’t believe they’re finally together!” She jumped in excitement. “So excited for the next Dethklok concert!”

“Duh, Skwistok is, like, legendary amongst musician pairs”. A blond girl with short hair declared. “They’re soulmates, it was clearly about time for them to realize that.” She shrugged. “Toki even dated a woman that looks like Skwisgaar!”

“Conspiracy or truth?” The Dethklok Minute Host pointed at this screen. “Are Skwisgaar and Toki exploring something else besides death metal harmonies? Guess we’ll have to find out! Stay tuned for the next Dethklok minu-” The TV was turned off before he managed to finish.

Charles turned with the remote in his hand. “I thought you promised me you’d be careful, boys.”

“Hows was we supposeds to knows about the papapizza was in the beach too?” Toki threw his arms in the air. “You tolds Toki you has reserveds it for us!”

“Well, see, that’s the point.” Charles said. “You’re not safe anywhere from paparazzis. That’s why I told you to be careful.”

“You didn’ts says dats expleaseticivelies!” Skwisgaar countered with an accusing finger. “You didn’t says dats at alls!”

“I did, in fact, I said it, uh, many times.”

“You lies! You lies through yours mouth!”

“I believe the expression you’re looking for is lying through your nose and-”

Toki gasped, covering his mouth. “Yous calling me a liar?”

“I don’t-”

“You calls us liars?” Skwisgaar frowned. “You ams aware dat ams homes of phonics and we cants fires you for dats, rights?”

“Alright.” Charles raised his hands in an attempt to stop the nonsense. “I’m merely trying to protect your privacy like you asked me too, but if you want the press to accost you about your relationship then by all means go ahead.” Without expecting an answer, he left.

“He gots mads.” Skwisgaar said.

“How ams they always know?” Toki was looking at the ceiling. “How can theys know befores us?”

“Whats?”

Toki gazed at Skwisgaar. “The goils. They says they knew we ams in loves since forevers ago. Hows?”

“Eugh, Tokes, de fans ams insane, remembers?”

“Ja, buts…” Toki seemed unconvinced.

Skwisgaar suddenly turned serious. “Wells actuallies, I knows somet’ings abouts dat.”

Toki turned to him, intrigued.

Skwisgaar took a deep breath, like he was about to reveal the most compromising information in the world. “Dey has a special cults whats reunites every fridays nights. Dey gathers in a circles wif a candles and pickstures of us in de middles…” He paused. “And dey prays to…”

“Whats?!”

Blue eyes bore into him. “Ams you shores yous ready for dis?”

“Yeah! What ams dey prayings for?!”

“Homos sex!” Skwisgaar blurted with a cackle and Toki rolled his eyes.

“Ha has…very funnies, Skwisgaar…ams totallies dyings from laughters…”

“Oh, come ons!” Skwisgaar hugged him by the necks. “What ams you worrieds abouts? They knows nothingks!”

Toki forced a smile. “Ja, yous probably rights…fans ams weirdos…”

“They ams.” Skwisgaar turned on the TV, except this time he was looking for a different channel. “Just delusionals peoples.”

“Ja…”

–

The battered man was dragged by a couple of individuals wearing long, dark cloaks. Their faces darkened, they wordlessly brought the man inside a basement, where many more people in the same attire were reunited.

“Agh!” The man screamed as he was shoved inside. He was so roughed up he couldn't tell if the light was red or it was the blood in his eyes. “Let me go!” He tried to free himself from the handcuffs to no avail.

One of the cloaked individuals whispered to what seemed to be the leader of the place.

“Bring him to me.” The leader said, in a surprisingly effeminate voice.

In a flash, the man was tossed into the cold concrete, and the cloaked people gathered around him in a circle. They all held the same book in their hands though he couldn’t see what it was. The leader approached him and they all began chanting incomprehensible words.

“What is this?! Where am I?!” He felt something wet under him and looked down to realize the floor was stained with blood. When he looked up, he saw the leader being handed a guitar that she handled like a weapon. “No!” He tried to escape when she walked closer but he was surrounded by all sides. “Why?!”

The leader’s hood fell on her shoulders, revealing a brunette girl with low ponytails. The light was reflecting on her glasses and didn’t allow him to see her eyes. “Why?” She repeated, still raising the guitar in the air. “Well, for Skwistok.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it personal.” She said, completely devoid of expression. “You’re just a sacrifice to preserve Skwistok.” She paused. “So they’re always together.”

“What the hell are you- no, no, no! Wait! No-” The guitar crashed against the man’s head, cracking his skull in half. His torso fell on the floor, lifeless as the chants grew louder.

“Skwistok real! Skwistok real!” The group recited, raising their arms in celebration.

The girl smiled, wiping the blood off her cheek as someone took away the guitar. A new candle was lit and added to the hundreds of candles surrounding the basement.

Outside, a sign on the door read “Skwistok Cult”.

#kloktober2024 #kloktober #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwistok #molly rttengerlrtn

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hyperactivewhore · 1 year ago

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The characterization of Klaus in his fanfics is just insane.

First of all, this is gonna be bashing to 96% of Klaus’s fanfics lmao. I still love reading them tho.

But straight to the point, why are people writing him as if he would ever allow someone, anyone, to disrespect him the way authors make their ocs do??? No, Klaus wouldn't be giggling and shit if you call him "puppy" or "Santa Klaus", he's literally gonna murder you in the spot and even worse lmao.

I've read so much stories where the protagonist is constantly insulting Klaus and bickering with him (it's funny tho) and he just... allows it. Yes, Klaus, the man who's literally shown to tear off heads whenever someone as much breathes in the wrong way, and yet he allows this teen (because in 99% of fanfics the protagonist is a girl not over nineteen, at least physically) to talk shit about him.

Like I absolutely love those kind of stories, they're good and I'll continue reading them, but the Klaus they write is 100% ooc. And I understand why, because as someone who used to write fanfics of him, his character is just so difficult to write but it doesn't seem like they even try to.

Moving to another famous trope in his fanfics: soulmate stories. I find it very ooc that he would actually accept he has a soulmate: he wouldn't believe it, he's literally the most paranoid character of tvdu, Klaus would 100% believe it's just a plot made to control him and he would probably kill his soulmate, only to regret it forever. Or those "I've been seeing her/having dreams about her for a thousand of years, she's without a doubt the person I'm meant to love forever", what?? 😭

If Klaus ever saw this person in real life, there are just two possibilities I can think of:

A) he would be extremely paranoid and would kill this person on the spot

B) he would be extremely paranoid, but decides to not kill x person for some barely explained reason and would get to know her/him and perhaps fall in love.

I'm aware Klaus can and has been soft in canon: with his family (in occasions, more in New Orleans modern era), with Hayley, Marcel, and Cami. I mean, Klaus loved Cami so much he actually begged her to not leave him, to fully turn into a vampire because he was terrified of losing her, and a decade after her death he was still in love with her (something a certain part of the fandom fails to see lmao).

The fanfics where he cheats with Hayley/Cami/Caroline/ Genevieve/Aurora or he just cheats while he's in a relationship also are ooc imo. If he's in a commited relationship and he loves the person he's with, I don't see him as the cheater type, especially because he wasn't sleeping around in the program.

But either way, show me the fanfics with true depiction. Show me fanfics where he's so screwed up that he continually pushes the person he loves away, where he constantly hurts them with/without intention as he did to his siblings, where he constantly uses his s/o for his own personal gain or similar. Where he's actually his true self, the man he was in tvd before having Hope and even after having Hope, because she actually did not change him that much.

I think I only found three fics like that: one in ao3 called I Would Hurt A Fly, where the oc was a witch or something like it and he used her as a personal sex toy/blood bag but there were slight hints of his love but sadly was deleted.

Or the ones written by @viavolterra and @saintsir4n, the way they write Klaus is the closest I've ever seen to his canon self and it's genuinely good writing. Patisserie is also a really good written fanfic that writes the characters well, but it's a poly Mikaelson fic (which it's even better, the more the best)

Either way, a violent man isn't gonna change with the power of love and family. The Originals tried doing that with Hope and they failed, because Klaus was the same man he was at the start, just slightly less mean to his family.

#klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #niklaus mikaelson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson imagine #mikaelson family #hope mikaelson #hayley marshall #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #joseph morgan

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interrupted-by-fireworksss · 11 months ago

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slipping back into dan and phil fandom is doing wonders for my mental health. it’s helping me appreciate my 20s, the way i dreamed i might back in the dark front room at my mom’s house, when i was 12 and life was never going to get any better. it starts all over and over and over, actually :) thank you to this community for being the space for me to slow down and really love at each step in my life. best friendship, platonic soulmates, annoying other half, one brain, the dialogue between irony and earnest weirdness, knowing i’m a freak!, and i’m going to find my people. there’s so much positive rhetoric circulating them in this fandom that i can’t help but be so grateful for the parts that stuck to me in my formative years, i love being shown how much of an influence they’ve had on me and how much of a great representation of my life and personality these tall freaks and community reflect.

tldr got high & emotional listening to the spotify playlist of dan’s music reccs

#dan and phil #phil lester #amazingphil #daniel howell #dan and phil games #dnp

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eddiediazismyhusband · 6 months ago

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Two hopefully lighthearted Buddie questions:

What are some Buddie scenes you really like that maybe are not talked about so much by the fandom?

Buck & Eddie go on a date. Not really their first one, just a date. What will they do?

Ooooh love these:

One of my favorite buddie scenes hands down in the entire show is when they’ve responded to the scene of Shannon’s accident, and Buck sees her first, and his immediate instinct is to protect Eddie from having to see her like that. I know it’s technically not really a BUDDIE scene but it’s one of my favorites earlier instances of them really showcasing how protective Buck is of Eddie.

I also really REALLY do love the scene in 7x9 in Eddie’s kitchen where Buck tells him he’s worried about him. Obviously, I’ve stated before that the whole Kim storyline pisses me off and there were plenty of ways they could have had Eddie go through some kind of dramatic shift in 7b without some wack-ass doppelgänger storyline, but the way that Buck’s devotion to Eddie was shown so clearly, as well as Eddie’s reliance on Buck is something so special to me because they really are exactly what each other need. Buck needs to feel like he is helping someone he cares about, and Eddie needs to know he’s not in this alone and they both fulfill that need for each other far beyond anyone else in their lives (with the exception of Maddie and Chris).

And lastly for buddie scenes, I am a huge fan of the just random blurbs we get of them. Goofing off on calls, enabling each other’s stupidity, blurry background shots of them being dumb, etc. I ofc think they are soulmates in a romantic way, but their friendship is still so dear to me, and those scenes where we just get to see them be goofs with each other just fill my heart w joy… ive not really touched on this but i’ve always been one of those people who really struggles to connect with people romantically unless we are already friends, and have always dreamed of one day marrying someone i consider to be one of my best friends which is one of the reasons why buddie is such a special ship to me.

Now, as far as buddie’s first date: I think there are so many options. My personal dream (as stated in my buddie paralleling bathena when they go canon post) would be that they go out for a nice dinner— nothing too fancy, but where eddie gets buck flowers, and they dress up, and enjoy a nice romantic evening together.

I could also see them doing something more fun like possible going to an axe-throwing place, or go-karting (like buck wanted to do w eddie in 7x1 👀) or going to the pier together.

But all of that said, i think it might be interesting for thier first date (whatever they do) to go absolutely terrible and one of them gets in their head about it and thinks that maybe they aren’t cut out for being a couple if they can’t even go on one date, and the other points out that they’ve kinda been dating for years, but that now they get to hold hands and kiss and tell each other “i love you” and let it be one of their first small hurdles bc it would in a sense be accepting the fact that neither of them are necessarily “good” at dating, but that they don’t have time be because they already care too much about each other… bonus points if we see a few failed sates before this confrontation, and after we get another date that they are both obviously not as nervous for, and it actually goes perfectly.

thank you for the ask, bestie! i really enjoyed thinking about this one 💕💕

#911 abc #911 #911 on abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #buddie headcanons #eddie x buck #eddie diaz x evan buckley #buck x eddie

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animaddie-live · 3 months ago

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Yuri on Ice final thoughts

So there we have it, I have finished watching my first ever anime! And I LOVED IT!!!!!! Yuri on Ice is now one of my top 5 favourite shows of all time. I think my favourite episodes were 6, 9, and 2. My favourite character was definitely Christophe Giacometti. He was what made me watch this show in the first place.

I've never laughed so much watching a show before. So many audible reactions came from this. Will certainly be rewatching this for years to come. It was a nice story, I always love a good gay fluff pieces. But there were also so many side characters that I was also invested in. I grew to really like Yurio as well, his sass and anger was very amusing.

Now Viktor, Viktor makes me question so many things about myself. I get such gender envy from him. And loved seeing him explore his feminine side in his programs. Why can't I be a twink on ice. Also I found myself weirdly attracted to him. Idk I'm gay don't do this to me. But Viktor Nikiforov and Chris own my heart.

Yuri had fantastic character growth, I was so proud to see him find his confidence. He also grew the most as a skater, I can't believe he beat Viktor's record. And Yurio also beating the record. I was actually happy to see him win the world cup, it was well deserved.

I was left wondering. Were Viktor and Yuri ever confirmed to be in a relationship? Throughout the series I was always confused on whether it was canon or not. We never saw an on screen kiss. (There was that off screen speculated kiss at the end of ep7). I know I probably sound crazy for even questioning it, but it didn't seem like they had a conventional thing going on. I think it was all still in the flirtatious stage and they at no point were together together.

Similarly, when Yuri talks about "mine and Viktor's love" is this referring to romantic love? Or is it the bond between student and coach, or both? He often publicly talks about his love for Viktor, so is this them being out as a gay couple, or do people think it means something else? I was disappointed to see there was no outright decleration/acknowledgement of their relationship status. But maybe that is me just being fucking blind and unable to pick up on subtext. I shouldn't be so shallow. But overall, it could have been gayer.

Now the whole engagement thing, I did not understand why they did that. If they were dating it seemed farrrrrrrrr too premature to even be considering engagement. And to base the whole 'we will get married when he wins gold' seems so immature. I definitely felt like the first half of the show was significantly better than the second half. I didn't really like how things were left. It started so strong, but disappointed me in the end.

I wanted so badly to believe that they were soulmates, but we were just shown time after time again the immaturities/ incompatibilities. But I will continue to be delusional and jump on the Vikturi train because I am desperate lesbian who is very much alone.

If I may embody Chris for a second: in regards to Vikturi it felt like we were edged all series and denied a happy ending. It just felt like there was a lot of build up, but their relationship ultimately didn't progress that much in the end. I will be poking my head into the YOI fanart and fanfics because I am invested in these characters and need to see more of them.

All in all, I was disappointed and dissatisfied with how the show wrapped up. But that won't ruin it for me, I still thoroughly enjoyed it.

Quotes from my live blogging that sum up my experience:

ep2: "this is like some fever dream self insert fanfic written by a gay 13 year old"

ep6: "why are we the audience being edged so hard whilst they go off and make this many innuendos aaaaaah"

ep6: "is he also down bad, why am I being forced to watch the strangest foreplay ever play out"

ep 9: "that caught me so incredibly off guard, I haven't laughed that loudly in ages"

take a shot everytime I said something caught me off guard, or I said that I cackled. <- I feel like that encapsulates my experience perfectly

#yuri on ice

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witchybitchycrybaby · 2 years ago

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i'll see you in your dreams

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x reader

Summary: In which you and the Dream Lord read books until you fall asleep.

Genre: fluff, i guess

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There was a bond between you and Morpheus; you could feel it like a gentle tug of a string.

From the moment you first laid your eyes on his silhouette in the New Inn, you knew he was the one. Your beginning and your end.

You've been an immortal being, just like your closest friend, Hob. He was older than you, actually. Only a few decades (and what were decades compared to eternity?), but it still made him point out to you that he was an adult in this friendship, whenever he could.

And so it was Hob who one day introduced you to Morpheus. Bless this man, he was so proud of himself watching the two of you not being able to take your eyes off of each other. If he had only known that he had just linked two parts of the same soul together, he probably wouldn't stop babbling about it till the end of time.

You and Dream couldn't stay long without being in each other's presence. You were both intrigued just why from the start you were so drawn to one another. So whenever you were asleep he took you to his realm; he'd shown you the palace and its surroundings, introduced you to Lucienne, Cain and Abel. You even went with him to see Moirai. That's how you found out that you were soulmates, that a rare and beautiful bond was connecting you.

And on a few occasions when you weren't sleeping and he had a spare moment in between his ruling and taking care of all dreams and nightmares, he came to your human world.

"Are you completely sure you don't want tea or cacao with this book?" You asked, your head peering through the kitchen door to your living room. Morpheus was busy picking a book from one of the many bookshelves, but looked over his shoulder to lock his loving gaze with yours.

"I am." He nodded his head. "You know that there is no need for me to eat or drink in your realm, my love."

"Very well then, but you have absolutely no idea what you're missing out on."

You disappeared into the kitchen once more for only a minute. When you came to your living room, the fragrant smell of wild berry tea came in with you. You placed your favourite cup on the coffee table and joined Morpheus at the shelf.

"Have you decided what are you reading tonight, darling?"

You stood right behind him, hugging him tightly and resting your head on his shoulder. A shadow of a dreamy smile danced on Morpheus' lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"I think I'm going to check this one." His long finger tapped the spine of one of your favourite books, "Hobbit."

"Very good choice" you murmured softly against his shoulder and began searching for a book for yourself. After a few seconds your hand reached for the one you'd been currently reading and somewhat couldn't finish.

Armed with your books you sat on the couch; Dream like a normal human being and you next to him with your legs over his. From time to time, he, ever so slightly, stroked your leg with his hand. The movement sent shivers down your spine and he knew that judging by the sparkles in his eyes when he looked at you from under his dark, long lashes.

After a while you could no longer focus on your book; words were merging into one as you completely lost interest in it.

"Can we trade? I like your book better and this one is making me sleepy."

You looked at him with that special pleading gaze you knew he couldn't resist. You smiled softly too, for the better effect.

Morpheus lowered his book; there was something mischievous in his eyes.

"Y/n, if you want to go to bed, just say it."

I blinked. Apparently, the King of dreams was also the King of flirting.

You cleared your throat and closed the long-forgotten volume.

"Well, if you insist on going to bed with me..."

You began to get up from the couch but suddenly you felt strong arms wrap around you. You squeaked as Morpheus carried you to your bedroom in bridal style.

"You didn't have to carry me all the way here, you know?"

"Yes. But it's always a pleasure to do so."

You felt a soft pillow under your head and a warm blanket that Morpheus thoroughly enveloped you in, and you immediately drowned in your bed.

"Will you stay?" You asked dreamily, feeling your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.

"Of course, my dear."

Dream turned off all the lights and came back to you. The bed squeaked quietly when he laid down. You were barely awake but still registered gentle kisses on your forehead, both of your closed eyes and finally on your lips. You opened them a little to deepen the kiss, but in response you only heard a low chuckle.

Annoyed, you let out a groan but didn't open your eyes.

"Just sleep, Y/n." He said, once again wrapping you in his arms, so that you were as close to him as possible. As he spoke, you felt his warm breath on your temple. "Goodnight love, I'll see you in your dreams."

#dream x reader #sandman #fluff #dream of the endless #fanfic #the sandman netflix #morpheus #morpheus x reader #english is not my first language

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manystarredface · 1 year ago

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Midway Between You and Me

A Jordan/Marie fic with the 'soulmates feel each others pain' au spice thrown in for some zest. :D I wrote a thing for the first time in a long time.

Summary: Five times Marie Moreau felt her soulmates pain and one time her soulmate realized whose pain they were feeling. LINK

or Chapter 1:

Once.

Marie dreamed of her soulmate as often as any other child fully in love with the men and women who flew across their screens and sold them ideals. Which is to say, she dreamed of her soulmate very often. Her sleeping dreams drifted through her mental sieve and left only impressions of her soulmate: a hero, chivalrous like all those main characters in her books. And why shouldn't they be a hero? All the best soulmates were.

"Mom said she and dad aren't soulmates," Marie whispered one night, before they were trying to actually sleep, feeling quite old as her little sister Annabeth gasped from beneath her Queen Maeve comforter. She imagined her mother's eyes in the rearview mirror as her sister hissed back.

"What do you mean?!"

"I mean Mom said she and dad aren't soulmates. I asked her today when she picked me up from school." The two girls went quiet at that little admission. Then, Marie whispered what else their mom had said. "She also said that they loved each other as if they were soulmates. That's cute." Marie's little smile at her mom's words lasts even through her sister twisting out a 'blech' noise.

"Where do you think your soulmate is?"

"Hmm, maybe they're in Belleville? Wouldn't it be great if they were that close?"

"What if they're in India?"

"I bet they'll become so famous over there that we'll hear about them over here, too!" The two girls giggled at the idea; Marie twisted at the idea in glee. Annabeth wasn't done asking questions, though.

"What if they don't become famous though? What if they're like Mom and Dad and are just normal? What if he's a bus driver? What if he's a butler?"

"We'll still find each other." Her mouth puckers into a frown even as she says it. Surely they'd still find each other. They're soulmates. Everyone always found their soulmates. Even if it took a long, long time. Just like Lottie and Eustace -- she'd find her soulmate. Marie was as sure of it as she was that she had to breathe air to survive. "And if they don't become famous, I'll become so famous that we'll have all the money we need to find--AH!"

"Marie?!"

Marie could not breathe, as if something had taken her lungs and squeezed them within their vice grip. She gasped, unable to take in even a hint of air into herself. In some distant, fuzzy way, she could hear Annabeth calling out, screaming. Like a fish, she laid there while the lights turn on and suddenly her parents were there. Her dad's blurry shape disappeared and Annabeth's cries got quieter, but her mom is above her, pulling at her. Finally, after some moments, she dragged a lungful of air into herself. The pump of her own blood filled her ears first, but eventually her mom's words sink in. Her stomach was cold, she felt her mom's hands there as she lifted her head to look down.

"Oh Marie, I'm so sorry, honey. Come here. Come here." Her mom's arms engulfed her before she could understand the dark stripes that were expanding along her waist and across her torso. The pain finally registered though as her mom held her tight. Marie spent the night of her 10th birthday sobbing into her mom's arms. On the same night she found out that she had a soulmate, she went to bed certain that they had died that exact same night.

Twice.

By her 16th birthday, Marie knew a few things: that her sister hated her, that she was going to be a superhero, and that her soulmate, despite all of the bruises and injuries over the years, was still very much alive. For her birthday this year, Marie had shown herself into the training gym at the orphanage. With practiced ease, she pulled her trusty penknife from her pocket. There was the barest hint of hesitance as she laid it across her palm and dragged it through her flesh. A mumbled 'sorry' was all that she gave to it, though.

Her blood flowed out form her palms, shimmered around her and weakly turned around like a slow-moving hula hoop. She guided it and ground her teeth, waving her hand so as to guide it up and down, cresting and sinking against the backdrop of the gym. At her feet, she could make out the stop watch running ever closer to her best time. Words she lived by circled round and round "Just one step at a time until you reach the finish line," pushed her on and on. Even as the taste of iron filled her mouth without any obvious cause she kept twirling the blood ring through the air, until a lightning strike of pain lanced across her shoulder. No one was in the gym to be impaled as the blood ring blew out like spikes. Marie crumpled to the ground, a hand to her shoulder, and a keen of pain scratched its way out of her.

Frantically, as she shook on the floor, she pulled up the sleeve of her t-shirt and palmed at the flesh at her shoulder. It was blistered, rippled by invisible fire, already rough beneath her fingertips. Would the nurse be able to fix this? As the pain drained away, like the grains of an hourglass, she took deep breaths and let herself settle. It was the first pain she'd received from her soulmate since summer had started. Now with the new school year, they were getting into some kind of fight? Marie pushed her cheek into the wooden floorboards. Had it been a fight or perhaps a response to her cutting her palms? Should she send a message back with another sliced palm? A bruise or burn of her own to remind them that this was a two way street?

She couldn't gather up the strength to pick up the knife again, so she let it be. Let her soulmate fade back to the shadows of her thoughts. The more concern that stepped most prominently into the light of her mind was that Mr. Ashby was going to yell at her for her getting blood all over the floor again.

#jordan li x marie moreau #jordan x marie #gen v fic #limoreau fic #limoreau #marie x jordan #marie moreau #what are tags anyway?

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drymushroomfics · 6 months ago

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Time

Colin Firth x reader

You stare at your wrist, watching the timer ticking down. One minute; that's how long it takes until you'll be face to face with your soulmate.

You've spent your whole life wondering who it could be. Now, here you are, at a movie premiere with thousands of people as your clock ticks closer and closer to zero. You can feel your head spinning. Your nerves increasing.

You tried to find your close friend, Renne, but she's nowhere in sight.

You look up from your wrist just as you bump into someone's back.

"I'm so sor-", you try to say but there's a buzzing going off in your head.

You can barely hear your own thoughts. You wince for a moment before looking back down.

Your wrist reads 0:00.

You look up at the mystery person you had bumped into.

It's... Colin Firth.

He's staring at you, his hand touching the back of his head.

He must've heard it too, right? He has to know.

"Do you?...", you try to say, but nerves are getting the better of you.

He pulls up his sleeve, looking at his own number.

It reads, 0:00

"I recognize you.", he says.

You look at him confused.

"You're y/n?"

"How could you know that?", you ask, still disoriented.

"Renee talks about you a lot. She's even shown me your picture. She wanted to set me up with you but I figured there was no point considering.", he explains, gesturing to his wrist.

"Ironic, don't you think; Renee setting you up with your apparent soulmate."

"Soulmate... Yes..."

Your meeting is interrupted by an usher letting you know that it's time to find your seats.

"You are seated between Renee and I.", he tells you, placing his hand at the small of your back.

You nod, staying quiet as your head spins.

You don't actually no anything about him and he doesn't know a thing about you apart from what Renee must have told him.

"We're soulmates yet we're total strangers. Could the universe be wrong?", you wonder.

You and Colin find Renee already sitting, a large smile on her face.

"I see you've finally met.", she smirks, taking hold of your wrist and looking at the number before doing the same with Colin.

"You knew?", you ask.

She nods with a smirk, "I noticed a long while ago that your numbers were very close together. I had a gut feeling."

"I still don't know what to make of it.", Colin says, honestly as he takes his seat.

"I don't either. We're strangers but we're meant for each other?", you say, looking at him.

He nods, "But do not take it in any crued way. I can't wait to get to know you... I feel rather lucky that you turned out to be beautiful."

You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"I'm the lucky one. Look at you!", you say, gesturing.

He laughs a little, returning your blush.

Renee looks at the both of you, happy for her dear friends.

As the movie plays, you can't help but feel distracted. You keep stealing glances at him. At your soulmate.

He doesn't say but he feels the same. He feels overwhelmed by you. You're beautiful and exactly what he'd dreamed of.

"How about we have dinner after this?", he leans over whispering to you.

"I'd love that.", you repy as his hand slides into yours.

You are so glad to have come to this premiere.

#fanfiction #fanfic #au #alternate universe #colin firth #colin firth x reader #colin x reader #british actor #rpf #renee zellweger #movie premiere #soulamte au #wrist timer au #romance #oneshot #fluff #reader #y/n

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changingplumbob · 10 months ago

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Tell us your 3 fave OC ships and the song(s) or other media you associate with them. They can be your own OCs or the OCs of someone else (it's more fun if you include someone else!) Pass this on to 3 others (on or off anon) and let's keep the game going!

Strap in folks! Somebody asked me to talk about love (my favourite thing after cats) so I'm going to go for it! I'm going to do 3 ships of other simmers (I'm afraid I won't say what media I associate with these as I don't want to misrepresent any characters) and 3 ships of my sims because "Hang the code! And hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway" (yes, Pirates of the Caribbean is still going around in my head)

Other's Amazing OC 🚢 (so hard to pick)

Vlad and Ji Ho by @satureja13. I am a big fan of romance that takes its time and these two fit that. Check out their writing if you haven't already as there are several sweet couples trying to find their way in the world. If you're searching for a song for them well... the story pieces come with music to get you in the headspace.

2. Victor and Yuri by @stargazer-sims. I've only just met these two recently but I love them already. To me true couples support each other, and the devotion these two have for one another is shown in the writing.

3. Excuse me while I do 3 for number 3 because I'm indecisive. Zinnia and Momo by @belsasim. Young love is adorable! Who knows what these two have ahead but I'm excited to see how it goes. Erick and Noemi by @matchalovertrait. I love a couple that cheer on each other's dreams, and these two do that. REDACTED and REDACTED by @simmerbeans. The 7th generation is so sweet and that's all I'll say because no spoilers here!

My Beloved OC 🚢

Reece and Samir. I love these two because they communicate with each other. It drives me insane when couples go through problems created by not just sitting down and having a proper conversation. Yes they're on the spicy end of the spectrum, I wrote a mini TedTalk for @daedriyth about why, but beyond the spice they are pretty damn devoted to each other.

Song: Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift because I listened to it loads when writing them actually getting together so in my head, there's a connection.

I didn't come here to make friends We were born to be suburban legends When you hold me, it holds me together And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

2. Rahul and Cassandra. Rahul came along and showed Cassandra a life beyond the expectations of being part of the Goth family. They have moved to the country and together are working on raising their kids (and still want more kids). Rahul wants to give Cassandra the large loving family that neither of them felt they had growing up.

Song: Beautiful Day by Joshua Radin because the it sounds like them. It's about connecting back to nature, shrugging off the negative, and making a peaceful home where you are.

Gonna climb that hill behind my house See what this place is all about Cause from above it all, you can't help but say It's gonna be a beautiful day

3. Keira and Marta. Keira was getting over a teenage romance when she met Marta. The two clicked, Marta is a romantic and Keira has the soulmate aspiration. Marta may have an abusive ex but Keira has proposed and is longing to make a love nest with the girl who helps her feel good about herself.

Song: Meant To Be by Bebe Rexha ft. Florid Georgia Line because they took their time when they started their relationship. Keira was still very new at dating and Marta was wary after it took her so long to realise her ex Liam was treating her like trash.

No need to go nowhere fast Let's enjoy right here where we at Who knows where this road is supposed to lead We got nothing but time

Happy Valentines Day from New Zealand

#dag dag or tag tag #This was so fun to do #I love love #Romance is my favourite #Ask me to write and you shall receive #Normally with far more words than required

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boundinparchment · 2 years ago

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXV

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Chapters to be added as they come out. On AO3 here. Warning: this chapter contains references to previous ab*se (read as s*xual), as well as general vague hints at s*xual activity. If you find yourself uncomfortable, skip this chapter and come back when Chapter 26 is out.

Your mind was a little less pliable now that he had given a counter-drug to the anesthesia. Memories and thoughts were labyrinthine in both contents and the way they presented themselves. A natural defense mechanism. Some were shattered, reflecting and refracting Zandik's own visage rather than the scenes they should have been playing. Were these modified, purposefully broken?

Zandik trekked through the maze of crystalline surfaces easily enough, despite your mind's attempts to protect itself. Was it your shared bond that allowed him to walk through your memories as though he was simply hiking through the Avidiya Forest? Or were you worn down, too busy protecting other parts of yourself? Had Omega simply left all of the channels open, confident he would be the sole occupant of the space?

All were possible. What a shame it could not be isolated.

Perhaps there would be a time and a place for such a thing. After all of this.

He was getting ahead of himself, though. It would be best to ensure your mind was, relatively, in one piece first.

Omega said he could make better use of the soulmate bond, or so he arrogantly claimed. Zandik relied so heavily on himself and only himself that of course his best Segment would hold the same sentiment about its own existence and brilliance. Only his perspective was correct, and inevitably, everyone else would see that truth. That his own experiences were, in fact, universal.

Even you knew the cruelty of this world, the way it preyed upon those who were weaker, who did not seek to understand, to know, who did not dare to change. The way you spoke of your patron in your last shared dream came back to him with haunting clarity. Your comparison of talented individuals kept and shown off almost like prized livestock was strikingly different to your initial mention of private patronage.

Zandik reached out a gloved hand and brushed the smooth surface. A scene played out for a split second and then disappeared. The same occurred with another fragment, although instead it displayed a moment that was different than the one before.

Each fragment held only a portion of the whole picture. It stood to reason, then…

The Harbinger arranged the shards back into what seemed to be their full vision but it remained incomplete. Several parts were missing and yet there were no remnants nearby, no remainders to attempt to slide into place. Now that enough data was assembled, the memory played on a loop.

He saw you, young and vibrant and naive, left behind during a game of hide and seek. The landscape was familiar, the grass a little more blue than green; Fontaine’s countryside across the river from Sumeru. He’d been there before.

You were alone, wandering until you finally returned to the chateau just around dinner, berated for worrying everyone.

It skipped in portions, jumping from one part to the next with no context. But clearly, those nonexistent sections were important. The entire afternoon was missing.

As Zandik continued on, he noticed only some of the memories were fractured, which only further emphasized the missing portions. Either the whole memories were of no great significance or they hadn't been found. And it soon became crystal clear from the other memories he skimmed his fingers over, as one did to a dusty surface uncovering the smooth lacquer beneath, that it was much more the latter.

When it came to your actual foundational education, you surpassed everyone. Friendships were shallow, partnerships on compositions at best, and you filled the space with skill, with drive. Nights he would have spent pouring over books and diagrams and mechanical parts, you spent teaching yourself difficult pieces, drafting your own compositions. Musical notation and the echoes of your strings were your constant companions.

He could feel his pulse race at your playing, mere echoes to what you would eventually be able to do. Even then, you were capable of drawing reactions from audiences. Not even fully fledged in your passion and skills and already it was as though your cello was made of his (almost non-existent) heartstrings.

As you grew older, you learned titles and flattery, as expected of you. You needed to win over potential sponsors and Fontaine’s social structure was, at best, nothing but a game on the surface.

At its worst, it made his own experiments look tame.

Such a world was Pantalone’s realm more than his own. Zandik, by comparison, preferred the neutral ground of knowledge and the power that came with it. Power over people was intriguing only insofar as it achieved beneficial results. Zandik cared little for the ego and position of others.

He found some of his best subjects from situations born of a corrupted power structure. People that were so desperate to be free that his presence, that of the Second Harbinger known for nothing more than his disregard for humanity itself, was a blessing.

Just because he knew did not mean the rest of your subconscious was tame to experience, however.

Zandik swallowed, willing away the sickeningly tight tug from his chest down to his stomach. Your patron was a poor actor, his efforts barely disguised, and his servants more than willing to turn a blind eye. Your passion was interrupted, practices ruined when your concentration was broken from wandering hands pretending to play at flattery. If you did not do as he asked, you played for hours non-stop, fingers cracked and joints locking up. More than once, you found your instrument in ruins only to have to bring it to the very person who broke it and beg for an advance on your stipend to get it fixed.

Of all the things you did mention…

But why would you have said anything about such experiences? He certainly never mentioned the stonings, the pitchforks, the beatings, let alone his own status and the power he held now (although you'd forced his hand on the latter). None of it mattered, anyway.

Why would you ever have wanted to think about any of this again?

Not to mention, these memories were whole, completely untouched and unbroken. Omega likely hadn't seen them. But given how long you'd been under, it was only a matter of time.

In another scene, he watched you, toes in the tide, your gaze far off in the distance. In one hand, a letter that held your freedom; at your feet, a glimmer of gold shining in the sparkling water. You bent down to pick it up and only seemed more resolved, knuckles white as you gripped the golden stone housed in Fontaine's signature swirls of raging waves.

A Vision wasn't required for a soulmate bond. That much he knew. Plenty of people who weren't allogenes received a soulmate. The supposed Blessing was not mutual exclusive.

You stood up to your patron, carved your own path, all without raising a weapon or using your Vision beyond absolute necessity. You sold your compositions but continued in the orchestra, part of a group and yet never truly assimilated. An ache, dull and familiar, sat in his chest. The passionate and the driven were doomed to always be just on the outside, never truly part of the world that they poured themselves into. Even now, within a group that was, ideally, as close to home as one such as either of you could have, it was almost impossible to truly belong.

All of this did beg the question of when, for you, the Celestial bond began. For surely if this had happened after you began dream-sharing, you would have mentioned it. He would have noticed. His observation skills were second to none.

Dreams were unheard of in Sumeru, for those who hailed from the nation post-Cataclysm. He'd never experienced such a thing, not until you. Which meant the conditions needed to be right for both of the individuals involved, not just one. He'd long been Second Harbinger, created Segments of himself to preserve his perspectives, set up dominos in a game that no one else could begin to comprehend.

It stood to reason that it was only when you'd begun to start your own path that Celestia saw fit to intervene. The Divine was cruel that way.

The shattered memories began to create a pattern as Zandik kept going; they were innocuous points in your timeline but imperative nonetheless. Omega was nowhere to be found in your memory banks.

But he'd been here.

Splicing together memories, leaving holes in others. He was applying a technique used with pruning branches of Irminsul and splicing them into different timelines; an experiment that had been done simply to see if it could be done at all. That technique was, of course, from before Zandik realized there was a better way that preserved the past path and provided more opportunity. Forking was far more beneficial, although to some extent he did refine as he went.

Strong-willed through you were, there was only one of you and you were not a strong combatant by any means. Zandik clenched his fist, remember how poorly his first few Segments had gone, how he'd overloaded his own being and his own memory banks and—

His feet walked a path of their own accord and it wasn't long before he found the augmented memories, found you. Or rather, found the dreams in which you were confined. Omega had woven a tapestry of a life together, started as children (founded on a lie; he was centuries too old for this to be the truth), based on what seemed to be coincidence.

Green eyes as verdant as the fauna he so often hid behind as a child watched you, took advantage of stolen time. Cryptic hints that nudged the parts of your brain to remember. Such interference cracked the foundation of the dream as you noticed subtle but true differences.

Of course, you would. You were detail-oriented, incredibly so. You had no use for the youngest Archon; you were the one who barely touched your own Vision, who made something of yourself without the help of the Gods. If anything, the little sapling should fear you.

It was no surprise to see Omega attempt and fail to wear a guise that didn't suit him. In no time, his faults (Zandik's own faults, the original reminded himself), slipped through the seams. Zandik felt the tremors in his fingers long before he recognized the expressions you began to wear again as Omega's selfishness took root. You bore the bruises, the touches, the supposed ecstasy, with a fractured bliss that never reached your eyes.

What did he care? Why should he care for you?

You, who were the secondary reminder of the shackles he wore, were far greater than any pitiful Archon. Especially the one who would never be acknowledged by her own Nation.

You, who did not think twice about following a Harbinger despite the shock his presence brought to the library. It was you that demanded to know where you stood and what position he held, understanding the bigger picture of the role thrust upon you. You lacked physical strength, you lacked almost everything that made a good warrior and fighter, but you never wanted to be one, did you?

You, who plucked and placed and played notes that meant nothing and yet somehow managed to make them filled with everything all at once.

You, you, you…

The sight of you, cradled—no, smothered—by Omega, faded as he pulled himself out of the neural network and the small Akademiya space came back into focus again. He couldn't afford to cause an emotional anomaly for you that would present itself on the scans and he couldn't stand the way his body reacted to Omega's treatment of you.

Funny, how he could so easily push this aside usually for anything else. But you were a thorn in his side, a presence he could never be rid of, a soothing melody that quieted all parts of him…

Zandik reached out and unclasped his mask, placing it on the table with all the other paraphernalia he no longer needed. The bottles and needles were as pointless as the face covering. The tiny part of him that held out hope, a consistency across every single fork of himself he ever created, burned in agony as it reminded him that you were stronger than anyone gave you credit for. That did not mean you deserved any part of this or that you should have had to endure it again (let alone once).

There was no going back to before. He could not undo this. He could not fix this, not easily, and certainly not in an instant.

But if someone like him had to be given a soulmate, it would not be someone with a weak will or weak heart. You were neither.

Between the drug he'd given you and the blasted Archon's interference, you had the tools and the knowledge you needed. You would wake of your own accord. It was only a matter of time.

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Perhaps you aren’t so useless after all, Zandik…

Omega chuckled to himself as he redirected a tiny amount of processing power while ensuring he maintained and occupied the dream. The wonderful part of being mostly machine was, in fact, the almost limitless capacity to accomplish numerous tasks at once. As long as he diverted resources appropriately, he could make the most efficient use of his faculties and manage a maintenance schedule that wasn’t disastrous. Something the younger Segments had no concept of.

Something that Prime had perfected himself.

Did you know, perhaps, that your beloved was no longer entirely human? Few did. Omega doubted that you knew at all, considering you never knew his true name before now.

His master thought he was being stealthy and if Omega had been occupied with the Sages, he likely wouldn’t have noticed the crawling sensation at all. He could always feel the other Segments and Prime himself, whether in the form of a thought that wasn’t necessarily his own or akin to a limb that was no longer there. Prime experienced something similar on the other end, or so Omega knew, given he was the closest to Prime in both likeness, mentality, and memory.

Nothing about the strange wave of emotion that passed through the private Akasha network was stealthy. His chest constricted and his stomach twisted itself in a way that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Such sensations were foreign to a person, to a machine, such as himself. They weren’t his to experience but they rippled through him all the same.

Prime hadn’t started with his emotions first; in fact, his memories and emotions were the two things he never augmented despite the anguish they seemed to bring. A poor decision.

Almost as poor as not taking what Celestia laid out for him in both power and connection.

#fic: dream a little dream of me #genshin impact dottore #dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #soulmate au #tw: dark #cw: dark content

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underratedandoverit · 11 months ago

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Some Nights I Dream Of You (And I Regret It)

~1,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. so uh. this started as what i wanted to call "soulmates as horror", but i dont think if thats in the end an accurate thing to describe this with, so im going to use that at some point later. but definitely in the same spirit as this cause. yeah

warnings; mentions of bodily harm, implied body horror, angst, nightmares, unreality. nothing is super explicit and things are much more just implied than actually shown or anything, apart from the final one so a slight warning for purposefully breaking someones finger. other than thats its very much just between the lines, but if the idea of body parts being potentially removed or such bothers you, even as an obscured idea, this probably isnt a very nice read

kip is also jealous and possessive, just generally an asshole dont worry about it

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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“Oh, Clementine…”

The sing songy voice reaching his ears, it was almost as if Cassidy snapped out of some sort of a trance, maybe even sleep. His head bounced up, senses sharpened, eyes opened.

Except that he didn’t see anything. Everything was dark, wherever he looked was nothing but pitch black. He couldn’t even see shadows moving around him, it was nothing but darkness.

But Cassidy was so sure he had opened his eyes. He could feel himself blinking. There was nothing on his face, nothing obscuring his vision. And yet.

He couldn’t see anything.

“Clementine.”

The voice was a hot whisper against his ear, making him shiver. Except nothing moved. Cassidy could feel his body reacting to the voice, the sound, the mockingly charming nickname he had gotten so used to. He knew it belonged to him, he recognized the lips that single word fell from. Almost too intimately so.

He just couldn’t make a single move to respond to it, despite not feeling any restrictions on his body. He couldn’t turn his head away from it, not come face to face with it. A hand didn’t move to reach closer, no feet would take him away. Just…

Nothing.

“What’s the matter?”

Cassidy didn’t respond. It wasn’t a matter of not having anything to say, he just simply couldn’t. He tried opening his mouth, but just like every other action, it seemed futile. No matter how much he willed himself to do so, his lips stayed sealed, as if controlled by some power outside of his own. He couldn’t make a single noise, no protest, not even to agree to whatever he was saying, deny that anything was wrong.

Something was wrong, and Cassidy couldn’t tell him.

“Are you… Having some difficulties?”

The mild British accent was slowly driving him up the wall. Cassidy could visualize it in his mind, Kip watching him struggling, a smirk tucking in the corner of his mouth. The look Cassidy hated. Despised. Kip just enjoying seeing him not being able to hold the situation together, failing to answer to him, to respond to his taunts.

He knew Kip was enjoying every second of this, whatever it was that he was struggling with, and savoring the sight.

“Oh,” he heard Kip sigh, feeling a soft gust of cold air brushing against what Cassidy assumed to be an exposed skin, feeling like alongside the back of his neck. “The little darling is struggling. How tragic.”

Cassidy wanted to answer him, so badly, but he simply couldn’t. Words couldn’t leave his mouth, even if they were yelling at maximum volume inside his head. He wanted to call Kip a coward, to stop doing whatever this was, to let him go. Cassidy might have not been sure in the moment what exactly was going on, but with each passing second, soft, teasing little touches against his skin, Kip’s clearly satisfied tone, it was more and more obvious that he was behind it, whatever it was.

“That is fine,” Kip finally stated, Cassidy feeling a hand brushing through his hair. The way it carded through his coils was clearly mocking, making him want to break through his state even more, to tell him to stop, that it was becoming too much. “I like you better when you don’t fight back anyway.”

The hand moved from his hair to the back of his neck, the fingertips slowly trailing past the side of the neck, just underneath the ear to his jaw. The way they moved so slowly and felt like they flicked every single hair of his beard was agonizing.

“You don’t have to fight anymore.” Cassidy could have sworn he heard the smile on Kip’s voice, despite not seeing it, despite being surrounded with nothing but darkness. His fingers stopped at Cassidy’s chin, giving it a few soft taps before brushing over his lips. “You are free now. To just be mine. And mine alone.”

The hand suddenly left his face, leaving Cassidy alone with just the lack of his own senses again. He felt an almost frantic need to get that touch back, no matter how much he also hated it. Kip was playing with him, playing with his prey, but there was something so comforting in it at the same time. A familiarity that was a welcomed taste in the darkness Cassidy was currently floating in, without anything he could do about it on his own.

He tried to fight it. Blinking his eyes, not recovering his vision. Trying to tell Kip to stop, not having a mouth to open or voice to speak out loud the words that were so loud in his head. No hand to reach for him, to beg him to come back, to give Cassidy something coherent and tangible to hold onto.

Nothing. He had nothing. He could do nothing.

He was completely at Kip’s mercy.

“Although I’m… I am sorry, Clementine.”

Cassidy felt a shiver running down his spine, followed by a hand landing on what he assumed to be his. The touch was burning hot against his skin, what he presumed to be his skin at least. It felt comforting, but still distant, as if he was experiencing it secondhand somehow. An out of body experience.

“I admit I may have overdone this a bit.”

The fingers tapped against the back of his hand a little bit, every tap feeling like it had enough force behind it to shatter his bones to pieces. Cassidy wanted to scream, let out the pain, but once again, nothing. He couldn’t do anything, just bear the feeling of Kip’s fingers slowly lacing with his, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“I just didn’t like the way you looked at anyone else. I had to do something before you would… Change your mind.”

Cassidy blinked. Or he would have, if it would have been possible.

“I couldn’t let you do that. To change your mind. About this.”

The second squeeze on his hand was much stronger, and after Kip locked it in he didn’t let go.

“About us.”

His voice lowered with the words, matching the grip he had on Cassidy’s hand. The pain shot through him, but once again nothing moved. He couldn’t react to it, couldn’t resist it, all Cassidy could do was let Kip lead this dance, and follow helplessly along while Kip did seemingly whatever it was that he wanted to do in the moment.

“I might have to do something about you feeling others too.” It was almost as if Kip was pondering his words out loud, rather than giving out a statement he might have wanted Cassidy’s opinion on too. He moved the hand in his, observing what Cassidy felt like was a pile of broken bones at this point, even though it wasn’t possible that Kip simply holding his hand was going to cause that kind of damage to him. But it sure felt like it. “Your hands are… So beautiful. I don’t want anyone else holding them but me.”

Kip’s other hand joined in grabbing his hand, fingertips trailing along the back of his fingers. Without warning he grabbed a hold of the ring finger, bending it as far backwards as he possibly could, letting it audibly snap.

Cassidy winced. He could finally let out a scream, pull his hand away.

He heard Kip cackling at him as he stumbled backwards, tripping on something, getting swallowed by the darkness again.

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Cassidy’s head snapped up from the pillow, forcing him to sit up, taking in a sharp breath. It took him a moment to stop his heart from racing, to focus back in the real world, into the dark bedroom at the late hours of the night. He closed his eyes, quickly opening them again, making sure that he was awake and being able to see this time.

Everything felt real again, helping Cassidy ease his breathing as he wiped a hand over his face and through his hair as he confirmed all of that had just been another nightmare.

Feeling the bed shifting by his side a little, his eyes shot towards it, watching as Kip just rolled from one side to another, still fast asleep. Cassidy inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. It was just a dream. Another one of the never ending nightmares.

As real as it felt, he knew that Kip didn’t want anything bad to him. Not anymore, at least.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #setting: belt corruption arc #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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