#whats not shown is her shocking the hell out of heart and soul then getting the fuck out of there

[purpleleafsyt]

Don't stare into the trees, lest you find something staring back.

[aliceramblez]

Dating the Hazbin Hotel Residents 😈

Tags: GN!Reader, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Mature Topics (ie. Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse, SA, etc), Spoilers For The Show, etc.

A/N: Ahhh yes, more brainriot for the pile 😌 I was more of a Helluva gal before the show aired, but now I gotta say these blorbos are a dear part of my heart! Hopefully y'all enjoy these as much as I did writing them!

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Charlie 🌈

When the Happy Hotel first opened its doors and all of Hell started making a mockery of it, you were probably the only one who took it as a sign to try and improve from the low life that you were. It's not like you had anything else to live for, anyway.

As soon as you enter the building, you're immediately greeted by the bubbly Princess of Hell herself (along with a reluctant Angel Dust) who is more than happy to show you around and welcomes you with open arms.

You've never been shown this much kindness and sympathy for your situation before, so it naturally takes you aback and makes you wonder what the catch is. Turns out there's none and the Princess is probably the only sweet soul to live in this shithole.

As you grow closer, she asks you to drop the title and just call her Charlie. She also shares a bit about her situation and how her mother wanted to save sinners from the extermination each year, and now Charlie felt like it was her duty to continue this legacy until her dreams came true.

You can't help but feel touched over how much she cares, so you silently vow to yourself to help her in any way you can, just like she's done for you.

It doesn't take long before the two of you grow even closer and feelings begin to blossom, but you decide to ignore them since why would a Princess ever like someone like you?

But Charlie proves you wrong yet again, since one day she comes to you a blushing mess and confesses her own feelings, asking if you'd like to go out with her. You can't help but vocalize your shock since she could do so much better than a random sinner. She deserved better, too.

She looks at you with fondness in her eyes. “You've been by my side for so long and supported me every step of the way. Who wouldn't fall for someone like that?”

And thus, you are the luckiest person in Hell because you scored Charlotte Morningstar, and whoever says otherwise can get a knife to their throat.

She's the perfect definition of a sweet and patient girlfriend, never pushing you to do anything you aren't comfortable with (since you really aren't used to such adoration in a romantic relationship), but as soon as you give her the get-go, she'll be sure to shower you with as much affection as she can until the doubts in your mind disappear completely.

You aren't that far behind either. Albeit not as good as her, you do your best to be a comforting partner whenever she needs you. This is especially necessary after an extermination happens, which always leaves Charlie devastated and in need of a hug or words of encouragement because she doubts herself sometimes and wonders if the hotel is even working at all.

You remind her how it brought the two of you together, to which she smiles and agrees that at least something good has come out of it so far.

Vaggie 🎀

Both you and Vaggie used to work in the same legion under Adam with the rest of his exorcists. You knew of each other's existence, but didn't really talk much aside from whatever was needed in the midst of battle.

The day she spares a demon child's life, you're doing your rounds nearby and witness the whole exchange, including Lute coming over and ripping both an eye and Vaggie's wings for showing mercy. You don't know why, but it makes your blood boil.

“HEY! What are you doing?! It was just a kid, why not let it slide?”

And just like that, you become a target of Lute's rage as well, being ripped from your angelic status along with receiving a few nasty cuts, yet surprisingly not as bad as Vaggie herself.

Once the two of you are left to die, you immediately try to tend the girl's wounds with whatever you can. Vaggie can only stare in disbelief at what you'd done and questions why you even did so in the first place—now you were stuck just like she was.

“Guess I just don't like seeing injustice... Who knew Heaven could be so fuckin' shitty?”

You both laugh at the irony of it all, and that's when luck is finally on your side as Charlie finds you in the dirty alley and brings you back to the hotel to heal properly.

For the next three years you two stay at the Hazbin Hotel, helping Charlie in any way you can to try and make her dream a reality since deep down you hope that despite Heaven's corrupt system, there can be a small chance that souls can be redeemed. You hide the fact that you're ex-Anges though, since you don't wanna cause unnecessary drama.

During this time period, the two of you become better friends, having your own inside jokes regarding things you didn't particularly enjoy from your time as Angels, as well as learning more about one another.

You're the one to come to terms with your feelings first and decide to lay them on the table for Vaggie to see—she's always been a straight-to-the-point kind of gal, so if you're about to be rejected, might as well have it be done quick. But of course, she replies with her own declaration and desire to give a relationship a shot, which you're ecstatic about!

It's a bit hard at first since you never got to see much of romantic relationships in Heaven while training for murder every year, but you try and make it work. Both you and Vaggie work endlessly to try and make the other happy, and it only makes you fall for each other even more.

Also Charlie is your go-to wingwoman who will be there to give you the best advice to try and woo your girlfriend. She ships you two so hard.

Angel Dust 🕸

Working at a porn studio under an Overlord who owns your soul can be exhausting. You know this better than anyone since everyone who works under Valentino has contracts that won't let you get far with a leash. This is especially true with your friend Angel Dust.

You know about the things Valentino does to the spider demon—hell, everyone in the studio probably knows, but know better than to say anything about it. You're always there for Angel after particularly rough shoots, doing your best to comfort him in any way you can, though there isn't much you can do given you're in the same spot.

When he tells you he's moving to Princess Charlie's Hazbin Hotel, you're so happy for him! At least that will give him some distance from Valentino and his disgustingly filthy hands when he's not working.

This unsurprisingly doesn't bode well with the Overlord, causing him to throw fits of rage around the studio when Angel leaves for the day. You can't help but make a snarky comment that you definitely regret moments later.

“Can one blame him for wanting space from such an overbearing asshole?”

Without his favorite stress toy around, you end up paying the price for such comments. The kind of pain and suffering he puts you through is completely different from what you're used to. Is this the stuff he does to Angel? He leaves you naked, bruised and bloody in your room, and all you can do is muster what little strenght you have left to head for the Hazbin Hotel.

As soon as the door opens, you immediately tumble forward and start losing consciousness. The last thing you remember is Angel's horrified expression before it all fades to black.

Once you wake up and have been patched up, you explain what happened at the studio, and you could've sworn you saw fire in Angel's eyes as he holds on to you, fearing you might disappear at any moment. He begs you to stay in the hotel with him, and you agree without hesitation.

And so, your new routine of heading to work and then coming back to the hotel becomes blissful, not having to deal with that lunatic mothman more than necessary. You also get to spend time off with your best friend, which is always a plus.

Well, ‘best friend’ might not be the best way to describe it. You'd developed a crush on the spider demon even before this whole incident occurred, and now that you were spending more time with him, it only continued to grow.

With the line of work you two had, romantic relationships didn't seem to be a thing that crossed anybody's mind since why have a permanent partner when you could just go around fucking the hottest people in Hell? But you knew your feelings were far beyond from sexual, but didn't wanna ruin what you already had going for you.

One heartfelt drunken conversation after work however, makes you do a double take—Angel likes you back. And that both scares and excites you. But with both of you going over the pros and cons with each other, you decide to give it a chance.

You make sure to always have Angel's consent when it comes to physical intimacy—anything from holding his hand, to kissing to just cuddling. He jokes about not being a porcelain doll, but deep down you know he appreciates it.

You're also there for the rough nights, when he comes home wanting nothing more than to die again and let the earth swallow him whole. Words of reassurance are spoken and you can only hold him and let him cry as you vow to do anything in your power to stop this from happening again.

Husker 🍺

As one of the first guests of the hotel, like any wayward sinner, you find yourself in the bar more often than you'd like. Alcohol killed you in the first place, yet not even in the afterlife could you seem to pull yourself from its grasp.

It's a somewhat welcome surprise to find out that the bartender is going through a similar struggle. He still serves you drinks and lends and ear whenever he's not busy, but will occasionally drop the words of wisdom to watch your fill.

Eventually you two find yourselves doing this little back and forth and aid each other when you're in your dark places—Husk won't let you near the bottle if he sees you're about to knock yourself out, meanwhile you're there to look after him when he has one too many drinks and can't take care of himself.

Not to say he isn't a good drinking buddy—you've found out most of the gossip around the hotel thanks to this sneaky little cat demon and there's never a dull moment with him around.

You learn about his deal with Alastor during a particularly bad night, when Husk's had one too many and isn't thinking straight. You don't bring it up, but now have an eye open for whenever the Radio Demon drags your friend away.

Angel's the one who brings up your questionable relationship to the surface.

“So... you two like, fuckin' each other, or what?”

Your entire face goes red, and if it weren't for the dark fur you could swear you see Husk looking the same. He's quick to get rid of Angel's nosy ass, but now the seed has been planted in your brain—do you like Husk that way?

After careful consideration, you come to the conclusion that yes, you do. And it's honestly kinda terrifying considering how relationships don't usually work out in Hell, at least from what you've seen. Besides, even if you did try and confess, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same and just being embarrassed by Angel's comment.

So in an attempt to make your feelings disappear, you stop frequenting the bar. Who knew the best way to stop drinking habits was trying to avoid spending time with your unrequited crush?

But of course, Husk isn't stupid. He sees the change in your behavior and let's it slide for a while, until he eventually corners you and asks what's wrong. You decide to get it all out of the way and tell him how you feel.

To the embarrassment of both of you, he holds your hand firmly between his and darts his eyes toward the corner of the room. “Next time you should ask before going off assuming things, ya got it?”

And so, your glass may have been empty that day, but your heart had never felt fuller.

Sir Pentious 🐍

You meet Sir Pentious when you sign into the hotel, and your immediate thought is just how can this snake man be so adorkable, it should be illegal.

As you greet the other residents and staff, you're quick to strike a conversation with him, which based on his body language he was not expecting. He starts telling you a bit about his weaponry and other contraptions, and you can't help but be fascinated by it.

You're a bit of a tinkerer yourself, albeit you've only dabbled in small scale projects—nothing compared to the massive canons and aircrafts that Pentious seems to be familiar with.

He acts like a kid opening gifts on Sinmas when he talks to you about his inventions, clearly never having anyone show interest before. Eventually he'll even ask for your input on certain smaller projects he wants to work on to help around the hotel, all to thank Charlie for being so kind to him and giving him a second chance. You're obviously eager to help!

You two start spending so much time together that the egg boys have started calling you ‘Boss #2’, much to Pentious' embarrassment and your amusement.

One afternoon once exercises are done for the day, the snake demon seems much more fidgety than usual as he invites you over to his room to continue working on his security system prototype. He's a blabbering mess once he has you sitting down and your heart just can't help but swell at each little syllable.

“Dearest (y/n)... you've, um, well... you are a huge inspiration for my work! A-And I wouldn't have been able to create any of this... without your help. You are kind, and smart and very talented.... and w-well, um I-”

You gotta silence the man with a kiss otherwise you two would be here all day. He's puddy in your hands and you can only giggle in return. “I really like you too, Pen.”

Everyone is either saying they called it or groaning in annoyance because fucking FINALLY, you two were just dancing around each other like idiots. The egg boys are just so happy to have someone else besides Pentious to be in their lives, and will do their best to look out for you just like with their own boss.

So yeah, prepare yourself for some sickeningly sweet gestures from this guy cause he will go above and beyond to get you what you need/want even if it kills him (again). And you can confidently say that you'd do the same in return.

Alastor 📻

After running in the same circles when you were alive, it's no surprise to you to end up in Hell, although you never would've suspected that you'd find yourself in the same place as him. It was honestly a huge relief not having to go through this all by yourself.

As Alastor exerted his dominance over Hell as the Radio Demon, you were powerful enough to be an Overlord yes, but rather liked keeping it on the down low instead of making a spectacle of yourself (Alastor was the one for theatrics anyway). Because of this, only select few knew of your true power and what you were capable of.

Instead, if there was one thing you were known for, it was being the only soul allowed to be close to the Radio Demon without the risk of death.

Yes, Alastor was a sadistic, cold-blooded and egotistical mastermind, but he wasn't a monster. You knew that better than anyone. Although the reactions he had to other demons treating you like a joke or calling you the ‘Radio Demon's Pet’ were not helping his case.

“ł₣ ɎØɄ V₳ⱠɄɆ ɎØɄⱤ ₴ØɄⱠ, ɎØɄ ₩łⱠⱠ ₩₳Ⱡ₭ ₳₩₳Ɏ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ ₦Ø₩ ฿Ɇ₣ØⱤɆ ł Ɽł₱ ł₮ ₳₱₳Ɽ₮ ฿ł₮ ฿Ɏ ฿ł₮...”

“Al, chill. You're gonna make them shit their pants.”

After his seven year absence, you immediately noticed something was wrong with him, and wouldn't stop pestering until he told you the truth—A deal he made and how his soul was now bound to someone much more powerful than he was.

You were obviously mortified and started looking into ways to try and find a loophole to this, but alas the Radio Demon would just give you his signature grin and tell you not to worry about it. It was his battle to face.

But of course you're quick to remind him that you've stuck together through thick and thin even in life, so there was no way you were letting him handle this by himself. You work as a team—always have and always will. You engulf him in a hug.

“We're gonna figure this out, Al. I promise...”

The grin remains, but his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He hesitantly returns the embrace, patting your back and wiping the tears you didn't even know you were shedding.

“There there~ To think such a sweet and innocent soul wound up in a gutter like this. I cannot say I complain as long as I have your delightful company beside me.”

And so when he says he has a plan that involves Princess Charlie Morningstar and her new Happy Hotel, you follow along. Whatever fate has in store for you two, you'll be ready.

Also Charlie is a sweetheart who could do no harm. Knowing Alastor, he'll probably do whatever he can here and there to help around for the cause. You also offer your services as an undercover Overlord, much to everyone's surprise when you reveal your status.

The Radio Demon may have a plan, but something tells you it won't involve bloody murder (unless extremely necessary or if someone really pissed him off).

Like you said—he's not a monster.

Lucifer 🍎

You and Lucifer were good friends at the beginning of Creation. While you were stuck with the tedious task of designing blueprints for the new ‘Human Project’ that headquarters had in store, Lucifer's Seraphim status allowed him to bring creations to life with the flick of a wrist, much to your delight and wonder.

His ideas and pitches for Earth were always so entertaining to listen to, and you would do your best to encourage him to show them to the higher ups to get them approved—His mind was just filled with joy and love and wonder that you'd never seen before.

Which was why it was always so disappointing whenever he'd come back and say that he was shut down and even mocked at. How could Heaven shut down such an imaginative mind in the creation of their biggest project yet?

To say you were devastated when you heard about his fall would be an understatement. You mourned the loss of your friend, knowing that he'd done nothing wrong and thinking it wasn't fair to him to receive such punishment just because he cared for the future of humanity.

Thousands of years later, you overhear the plan for Extermination of Hell kind. You didn't mean to walk by, yet here you were, under the direct eye of the Head Seraphims about to be downcast for something you had no control over—just like Lucifer.

“You're all self-entitled pricks! You think you can do whatever you want just because it doesn't follow what you define as good!”

You get a few good arguments before being cast downwards, leaving you in bad shape in a random alley with no wings and no means of escape. That is of course, until destiny seems to be on your side and Lucifer finds you, completely perplexed to see you here at all.

After getting treated, you tell him about the Extermination so he and Hell can prepare. The conversation of you getting cast down by Heaven gets glossed over, but he can feel the fury building up inside him. You were always doing things by the book—how could they do this to you?

Once the slaughter is over, Lucifer gets a meeting with Heaven and secures protection for both his daughter Charlie and you, to which they begrudgingly agree to keep him outta their hair. You can't help but feel touched by this gesture.

He's also quick to offer you a room to stay in, but you compromise by living in a seperate building from him and Charlie so you aren't a bother even though he says you aren't. In fact, ever since Lilith left, he's had to take care of his young daughter all by himself, so he's more than happy when you offer to help.

It doesn't take long for your feelings to start coming into the surface from all those years ago, and you gotta push them away because he's both married and has a child to look after! Besides, why would the King of Hell ever look in your direction?

Eventually though, he brings up the question with nothing but sweaty palms and a customized rubber ducky that says ‘I love you’ whenever you squeeze it. You blush furiously, but can't help but bring up your concerns, not wanting to replace Lilith in his heart. He looks into your eyes and says that he hasn't been as happy as he is now in the past thousand years.

Cue baby Charlie walking in on everything, and she just smiles and goes innocently. “Daddy! Is (y/n) staying home with us now?”

You two can only chuckle at the cuteness of it and you immediately go to hug her. You couldn't believe that you were blessed with such a wonderful family.

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overthinking || h. hyunjin

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader, friends to lovers, fluff with tension tension tension, mutual obsession!! reader makes hyunjin very very nervous

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 1.7K

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: none

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: short lil hyunjin repost!! this was well loved before, so hopefully it’s still up to par <3 enjoyyy~

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Hyunjin knew he was overthinking it.

Your hand gently gripped his own, fitting there perfectly like a glove. Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, a tender moment from your latest favourite K-drama distracting you from the very thing that Hyunjin couldn’t for the life of him stop thinking about. 

Your hand was so much smaller than his. Your nails were freshly painted lilac, and he couldn’t stop staring at the small details of your hand as the drama continued on. You’d suddenly clutched his hand when the girl on screen had started to cry, the male lead attempting to comfort her in the most gentle manner. Hyunjin wasn’t sure what had happened next; as soon as you’d grabbed his hand, the words muffled and his eyes shifted and his very skin felt on fire, sparks shooting through him from where you touched. He couldn’t stop staring at you, the way you looked in the dim light, eyes filled with the screen’s reflection, mouth slightly parted as you watched with extreme focus.

He’d waited for you to let go. Surely once the initial shock of the scene wore off, you would realize and pull away. But as the minutes stretched on, and more scenes unfolded on the TV, your hand remained firmly in his. 

He loved how your hand felt in his.

Still, he almost wished you would pull away. His heart was hammering with dangerous volume, and he could feel the heat crawling over the back of his neck as his eyes continued to drink you in. His palms were growing sweaty, and he swore that soon the rest of him would be unbearably hot. He kicked off the blanket around him, praying it would help. Cool air greeted him, and so did your puzzled eyes, glancing away from the screen momentarily to look at Hyunjin.

“You okay?”

No. I want to pin you to this very couch and kiss you senseless. “Yeah, fine. Just hot.” He managed, desperately hoping that you would finally release his hand before he snapped. Instead, your eyes trailed to your fingers twisted together, and looked back to the screen.

And Hyunjin was back to looking at your hands moulded together, wondering why you hadn’t pulled away.

Surely he was overthinking. It was just your hand, after all. You’d been friends for years, and your love of skinship had always been obviously shown. So why did today feel different? Why did this simple touch send him spiraling, mind racing to figure out what the hell you wanted with him??

He’d tried for months to understand your feelings for him. Scrutinizing every little thing-shoulder taps and smiles, light conversation and sparkling eyes-to figure it out. Did you also find yourself distracted by his smile, the way he suddenly forgot what he was going to say when you smiled at him? Did you also get lost in his eyes, the way he was content to swim in yours for endless hours, day and night? And did you also wish you had the courage to say something about it, just like Hyunjin did when he looked up from your hands intertwined to find your eyes focused on him?

And words were gone. Just scattered fragments of worry and panic and desire and hope. He knew what he wanted. And he was hanging on a thread, a thread that was fraying and ready to snap at any moment. At any moment.

The soulful music of the drama flitted from the screen, slow and soft but Hyunjin could hardly hear it as you lifted your joined hands to where both of you could see them. Hyunjin felt his heart leap, as your eyes trailed back to him. You allowed both of your hands to drop down again, and whispered something that set every part of Hyunjin to flame.

“Just kiss me or something.”

Silence for a beat as the words processed, Hyunjin’s heart jolting into hummingbird mode. And then he was slowly pulling you to him, lips capturing yours roughly. You tasted faintly of the sweet chocolate you’d been eating together a minute ago, and Hyunjin couldn’t help himself from slowly biting your bottom lip, pulling gently as you gripped his shirt tightly in fists, bringing him closer to your warmth. The TV drama faded away, the music growing dim as Hyunjin’s mind flew into a frenzy, thoughts and worries bombarding his mind as he kissed you. You had hundreds of butterflies gathering in the pit of his stomach, and his heart pounding like a drum beat, setting a rhythm, a tempo for how he moved his mouth over yours, tongue slipping into your mouth to further taste you, you, you.

A voice was screaming in the back of his head: am I doing this right? Are you enjoying this as much as me? What if I’m not good enough? What if you’re uncomfortable, or-

You were moving closer and he wished he knew what to do with his hands, and his legs folded on the couch. Your hand had dropped his own at some point, fingers pressing over his jawline. The other hand gripped his shoulder, as you moved even closer-practically on his lap, and Hyunjin wished he knew what to do about that too.

He was overthinking, he knew. Every touch of yours, the firm pressure of your digits tracing his skin, the feel of your warm lips moving against his-moving with his. He let it all happen, even while hardly knowing what he was doing. He swore he had been set on fire, his very nerves roaring ablaze with energy and a hunger that was almost overwhelming. Still he couldn’t stop thinking.

He pulled back, immediately hating the inches of space between your lips while simultaneously wishing to move farther from you and the temptation it was to dive back in.

He was terrified.

“Hyunjin…” you sounded slightly breathless, and confused. Your eyes opened and found his, searching the dark pools for some hint of a problem. “What’s wrong?”

He wanted to tell you everything running through his head, but with your eyes watching his now, his mouth refused to open. A hollow pit formed in his stomach of deep disappointment in himself. What was the matter with him? Why didn’t he just let go and take this step? He’d wanted this for ages-the opportunity to feel your body against his, held in his arms, mouths locked together in a heated embrace. And he’d loved the feeling just now; so what was the problem?

You were watching him, concerns filling your wide eyes. Despite his running thoughts, he found himself admiring you just like he always did. Your sweetness, your care for him. It was so endearing to see you worry, to feel your hand squeeze his in an attempt to keep him grounded and remind him of your presence. Suddenly he knew why he couldn’t stop worrying.

“I just want to love you right.” He confessed softly, gaze finally focusing on your eyes. He found warmth there, and even more as you slowly smiled, and he could see the adoration in your eyes. His heart leaped, treasuring the fact that you were looking at him like that. He hurried on, “I want you to be comfortable. I want-” he took a breath in, as you patiently waited for him to finish. “I want to do this right, you know?”

This was unmarked territory for him-for you too, he knew. He wondered if you felt the same kind of nerves, too.

“I know.” You confirmed, a small smile gracing your face, as you lifted your fingers to touch his cheek gently. “Me too.”

Adoration shone in your eyes so clearly in that moment that it left Hyunjin slightly breathless. The soft crinkles by the corners of your eyes caught his gaze and he felt some tension release from his body. You were nervous too-and somehow that made him feel less so.

“I’ve liked you forever.” Hyunjin blurted, feeling himself blush as the words left his mouth, and your smile widened. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

Your smile was so pretty. He loved how he could immediately tell how genuine that smile was. You meant every word when you said, “I know you won’t. Just take it slow. It’ll be okay.”

Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile back, even though his heart still raced. But if you believed in him-in both of you-surely he could believe in the two of you as well.

He squeezed your hand, dipping his head to lightly kiss your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Okay.” He whispered.

He loved the dazed gaze of your eyes, loved the fact that he had that effect on you. 

“Okay?” You murmured back. 

His only response was to kiss you again, harder this time, mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions that grew hazy when you kissed him back. It was just as addicting as before, despite the worries coming back. Your fingers traced the skin of his collarbone, automatically making him shiver, and he wondered what he should do now.

And here the answer was so painfully clear in that moment that he couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered it before. Don’t think, Hyunjin. Just feel.

He breathed in your scent as he pulled back to look at your face-every beautiful detail he’d memorized with his eyes-before setting to work memorizing them with his mouth, lips pressing against the soft skin of your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids that flickered at his gentle touch. Slowly he let go of the worries, banishing them as he took your face in his hands and pulled you right to him, connecting your lips again. A muffled sigh of content escaped the corners of your mouth, roiling inside Hyunjin with an insane kind of pleasure. He grew slowly more confident, letting his tongue slide into your mouth again and pressing your back to the couch, just like he’d wanted. He felt your hands grip his shirt, press to his chest; he felt your body beneath his own, its warmth under his skin. He felt your mouth move with his, felt your smooth hair with his fingers, felt every inch of you without any more thoughts to intrude.

He let desire flood his body and take over his senses as he took his time loving you; slowly, surely, sweetly.

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I don’t know if you request are still open but imagine Elisa de Almeida with S/O that’s really pretty but has a resting B face, always look tired or about to say something rude BUT she has the kindest soul, she always has a nice attitude, and is basically unable so say rude things to son because she’ll feel bad. ( my friend is like this she literally is the nicest human I’ve ever met)

softie - elisa de almeida

(a/n : hi anon! thanks for the request! this is actually my first request so i hope i did it justice! xoxo)

all your life, you have been told that you looked like a bitch by those who don’t know you very well. it did affect you when you were younger, not understanding why people thought of you that way even though you never acted like one. eventually, as you grew up, you stopped caring and instead, you started to embrace it.

you stopped trying to smile more, to look more “friendly”. you started to relax your face, and occasionally get thrown judgmental stares by the general public when you are out and about. especially since you play football, word spreads fast that psg is housing a cold-hearted striker.

that’s what you were known as. “cold”. your friends know better though. they know you were fearlessly loyal, and literally the nicest, and sweetest person alive.

you were known to be powerful and ruthless on the pitch, not taking shit from anyone. however, what the media and the fans didn’t see were the fond smiles shown to your teammates after each game, the gentle acts of services that you always provided; helping your teammates get coffee, being the first the volunteer when people needed help with something. too bad the fans didn’t see you that way.

the day rumours did start to spread like wild fire that you were dating the well known charismatic defender marked the start of your reputation crashing down. there were comments from fans like, “oh my god, how do they even work?”, and you gotta admit that sometimes it does hurt.

whenever you post your usual content on instagram and elisa comments on it with her usual “❤️”, your comment section gets real messy.

it’s easy to say that people just didn’t get why or how you two worked. you, the ruthless, cold-hearted woman, dating elisa, who was charming and bubbly, and to say the least, very smiley.

however, a few months ago, sakina posted on her instagram story a video of elisa just talking, but there you were in the background, staring with a love sick smile. needless to say, you thought the unsolicited comments would start to dial down now that your fans have seen the other side of you, but that was not the case.

“hi baby!” your voice sounds out from the hallway, sitting down to untie your shoes when you feel elisa looming over you. you look up at her with an awkward smile, seeing her with an amused smile with hands on her hips.

“hi.?” you are now confused, and elisa only laughs, taking out her phone and typing something before showing it to you. it was an edit of you, which you were shocked that she watched.

“you watch edits of me baby?” you question, brow raised trying to see her reaction, but she only shakes her head, pointing at the caption instead.

“has our fierce striker turned soft.? what?” you read out, face scrunched up into a frown as you start looking through the comment section. aside from the usual thirsty comments, one in particular caught your eye.

“oh i knew she was a big softie.. what the hell do you mean you knew?!” you practically yell at her phone, utterly shocked. you watch the edit again to see what they meant and you saw it. the clip of you staring at elisa, with eyes practically forming hearts with a fond grin.

“so.. not so cold anymore eh?” she takes the phone back and leans down so that her nose touches yours. she stares into your eyes with her piercing gaze, and you immediately shove her away, obviously flustered. you mumble a “no..” under your breath, trying to continue with what you were doing before elisa interrupted you.

“well, softie. i think things are about to get alot more interesting at our next match.” she hoists you up from the hallway bench and kisses you, lips searingly hot. you only kiss back with just as much energy, groaning when she presses you against the wall. at least now people know you aren’t just some bitch.

©️northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved.

[polina-tvorozhok]

U say we can vent to you, right?

Well...it was quite shocking, and yet I was devastatingly...numb? I was supposed to cry; why am I numb?!

...

Maybe it was because my grandma (dad's mom specifically) also died this year, in July. Maybe it was because despite us trying to nuture her to full health, she still died.

Maybe it was because of just being too familiar with being near some concept of mortality (I...won't elaborate on that.). Maybe it was because of the knowledge that I could die one day and it would be unexpected, even if it was from a disease I could inherit from either side of the family, and even worse—none of you will know because nobody in my place knows about this account, or will ever respect what comes from it if they know of it.

Maybe it was because of the fact I've already contemplated the fear and implications of literal death to a creative person, or anyone in general—even myself: what stories have they not tell, what ideas were never written out, what interests never shared, what secrets never shown—although if it was really meant to be there, it's better for secrets to be six feet under the grave.

I have no idea if this is selfish because...you know...things in my life fucked me up and my perception to myself and every aspect of life like, I dunno, DEATH?!

My religion doesn't believe that the dead become ghosts who either goes to heaven or hell, or anything about ghosts. Being an SDA will make you inevitably know about that part of our beliefs, where instead of such scenarios, the body was in a deep sleep until Jesus Christ comes. But at the same time, we can never tell what happens after—if it was an eternal slumber until the end comes, if we were just left...on Earth...and never wake up or be revived, if we reincarnate into other realities, if our ghosts roam in our own homes and cry over everything, if....anything happens.

Fuck...there goes the tears now...maybe writing does triggee the emotionsof the soul.

I believe that parallel realities and the multiverse can be possible in a separates way, because we live in a timeline where many things could have happen—for the better, for the worse, for everything that may or may not be mournable. But we indeed live in a timeline where misopportunities lead the evil keep on living, and misfortune for the good to fail so. The best thing we can do is to honor the stories and memories we have with Carla Carolina, to respect everything we know about her.

If the ghosts thing is true, maybe she can smile this way. If my religion's belief is true, maybe she would be told of how people reacted to her being lost from us. But whatever other things that could possibly happen...

I so sorry for the lost. Deepest condolences.

...

~✴️ (hope you know who is behind this)

I'm not sure who's behind the message, but it doesn't really matter. What matters is your experience. I'm so sorry for all of your losses.

Don't worry about the crying thing. I woke up to the news and still haven't shed a tear. Maybe it's because I wasn't as close to her as sime of you. Or maybe because I have already experienced a similar kind of grief (when my great grandma died in Ukraine, I won't be able to visit her grave in a good while) but the point is, everyone grieves different. Yet the thought that she a child still breaks my heart.

We both got in the hospital at the same time. Yet for some reason it was her who had two go. For some reason I felt guilty lying in the hospital while knowing that someone out there had it much worse than me. For a moment I believed that her getting hit by a car was some sort of a twisted way God used to send her to hospital and heal her.

Then again, she may not have survived but she hopefully had a painless death. I like to believe that her saying she was better was a swan song, a last boost of happiness the organism produces to comfort itself before passing. I'm sure she had people by her side to hold her hand. I'm sure she was loved till the very end and after it, because she is.

If you, as you say, are a religious or spiritual person, then pray for her and her family. Remember, Carla would want you to be healthy and happy so please take care of yourself.

Stay strong 🤍

[clumsiestgiantess]

Second addition of @entomolog-t ‘s Soul Shard AU  (the smaller pov):

I have no clue what happened, and only had a split second to figure it out before I was thrown backwards by a force much stronger than I expected.  The ground beneath me jerked forwards too quickly for me to catch myself, and I fell over on my back, the air briefly knocked out of my lungs.  Once I managed to sit back up, my blood ran cold.  I had some hint of where I was by the distinct rumble of a motor beneath me, but as I gazed around at the undersides of seats raised way too far above my head, I was simultaneously thrilled and terrified.  I was me, but not – a smaller version of myself.  Which could only mean.. whoever is driving this car is my soulmate.  Why else would I have ended up like this?  Suddenly seeing everything at a smaller scale meant that I was only one small portion of my soul at the moment, and I'd been brought directly to whoever was destined to be my soulmate.  I must have met them sometime today and hadn't even realized it. 

It took me a while to even get somewhere where I could see them.  I’d shown up directly behind the driver’s seat, which meant I’d have to walk to the side of it to see the driver, which was no small task.  With the floor constantly moving, it was hard to get around.  Nevermind the fact that I was now ridiculously small.  I thought about calling out to my soulmate, before realizing that distracting the driver with something as jarring as myself probably wasn’t the smartest idea.  Until the car came to a stop, I would have to make do with trying to get a good look at them from here.  Before long, the rumble of the engine finally faded out and the floor finally stopped vibrating.  Nerves knotted in my stomach as the driver opened the door to leave.  It wasn’t the best time to second-guess myself, considering I certainly did not want to be left in the car.  “Wait!  I’m still in here!” I called right before the door fell closed.  Out the window high above me, I watched them flinch from behind.  Slowly, the driver leaned into their car and peered confusedly into the backseat.

Oh no.  Oh hell no.  THEM?!  The bewildered driver, my supposed soulmate, was none other than the person I’d bumped into earlier — the one who’d been unnecessarily rude to me before I could even try to apologize.  In a split second, the passenger door was thrown open.  The woman stared me down in what was probably shock, but to four-inch-tall me, it seemed a lot more like malice.  Practically anything could be considered a threat to me at my height, but she seemed threatening even before I was small enough to be held in one hand.  “What the..?”  The moment she uttered those two words, I scrambled away from her as fast as I could, dodging beneath the seat beside me.  I lay grasping the floor with my heart pounding in my ears.  It can’t be them!  It just can’t be!  My blurry vision could faintly make out the shape of someone gigantic looming closer.

Even if I managed to hide from her, what then?  I would still be locked in with no way to escape.  So much as jumping down from the edge of the car to the ground would be enough to break my ankles.  I was torn from my horrific thoughts by the sound of a voice loud enough to have come out of a speaker.  “Hello?  Where did you go?  You.. You must be my soulmate, right?”  I could feel the slight thump of her head resting on the floor to peer under the seat.  Clearly she hadn’t gotten a good enough look at me to recognize who I was.  “Hello?”  The woman called again, and suddenly a gigantic hand slid beneath the seat only a few inches from my face.  I couldn’t help but shriek involuntarily at the sight.  Hesitantly, the massive limb retreated backwards.  “It’s- It’s ok.  You’re my soulmate.  I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She’s only being that nice because she doesn’t know who I am.  What happened to all these niceties on the street?  Taking a few deep breaths to try and steady my voice, I spoke.  “Do you swear you won’t hurt me?  No matter who I am?”  There was a long pause.  I peered out of my hiding place just enough to see her gaze wander in thought.  “Should I want to hurt you?” she asked, confused, “Who are you?”  I tried to back further up, but the end of the seat stopped me after just a few inches.  I let her question sit in silence, but answering it would definitely have been better.  Without an answer to satisfy her, a hand shot beneath the seat again, grasping around in the small space.  I shrieked as her fingertips brushed against me.  Desperately, I tried to cling to something, but soon I was dragged dizzyingly out of my terrible hiding spot.

“No!  Wait!  Please!  I-I’m sorry for bumping into you earlier!  Don’t-!”  My throat squeezed closed before I could say anything else, leaving a frightening silence in the air.  My definitely non-soulmate held me in a fist from the torso down.  I couldn’t help but imagine how many bones she could break by tightening her grip just a bit more.  Even with my eyes closed tightly, I could still feel her scrutinizing me from above.  “Wait a second…”  Without warning, her hand opened up, releasing me into her palm.  I sat up fearfully, gazing up at her with nowhere to go.  “You’re the person who bumped into me a while ago?”  “Please, I-”  “Why are you so worried?” she chuckled, “I thought you were going to be someone a lot worse.  Like my new boss.”  

Gently, I was slid off her palm and onto the seat in front of her.  She looked at me with concern while my mind drew a blank.  “Wh- But-  You were angry with me,” I protested, slowly pulling myself out of my hunched-over stance.  “And?” the gigantic woman replied, slightly amused, “I was angry with you.  For like, five minutes after I walked off.  After that, I forgot about the whole thing.”  I gawked, suddenly feeling very stupid.  All I did was bump into someone.  Why was I so upset over her reaction?  I guess now that my life might’ve depended on it, her reaction had been extremely important to me.  From the moment I recognized her, I chose to play it safe and assume the worst.

Sighing in relief, I sat back on the soccer field sized seat.  “I- I guess I got a bit carried away there.”  I chuckled nervously, glancing up at my soulmate, who watched me intently.  She shrugged after a brief moment.  “Happens to the best of us.  So, will you tell me who you are now?”  “My name’s Alexis.  Sorry for judging you so harshly.”  “That’s alright.  To be fair, I must look rather intimidating to you at that size.  My name’s Erica, by the way.”  I huffed, the tiniest bit annoyed at my much smaller vantage point.  Though she made it clear she wouldn't hurt me, Erica was still more than capable of it.  “Do you know when I get to go back with my bigger self?  I never paid much attention to this type of thing.”  Erica sat back, eyes wide.  “Oh!  I forgot you have a normal-sized version of yourself somewhere.  That means there must be a tiny version of me running around somewhere too.”  She glanced back at me, “Sorry, I don’t remember when that stuff happens.  It’s supposed to be crazy, though.  You gain all these new memories in an instant.  Like deja-vu, even though you haven’t actually seen them before.”  

I looked around the vast space of the car, “So I’m stuck like this.. indefinitely.”  “Eventually you’ll go back.”  “But what am I going to do until then?  It’s not like I can go and live like this; I wouldn’t be able to do anything!”  Erica shifted to sit on the seat beside mine, gesturing to the open car door.  “Well, I just got home.  Why don’t you spend the night?  I could help with anything you might need.”  I thought about it briefly.  If Erica really is my soulmate, then it would be senseless not to take her offer.  “I’ll come with you,” I nodded, “If I can’t trust my soulmate, who can I trust?”  Erica held out a hand for me to step onto and I took it, grateful she hadn’t grabbed me again.  She held her hand steady as she gathered her things and made her way inside.  Though I’d been horribly frightened only minutes ago, I was certain that with our misunderstanding cleared up, things would turn out just fine.

The smol version! It’s always a struggle to pick either the giant or tiny’s perspective whenever I start writing something. Both are so fun to write that I’ll sometimes go and do a bit of both. Hope you enjoyed!

[isaacapatow]

* * #COMMUNITY CENTRE CONVO WITH @ermanodelgcdo, @salemcampbell, @ijemmaokafor, @davxdalexander

ermano. -let's out a sigh, arms folded. news of what happened weighed deep in his soul.- I know we're all trying to wrap our heads around the news. I'm sorry we have to deal with this; I figured the quicker we can put things together, the quicker we can all return to mourning. Losing Tristan and Gin -clears his throat- puts a massive hole in the community; may their souls rest in peace. It also leaves two roles needing to be filled which is why I called everyone here. I believe it's only necessary to move Jemma to Gin's position with how much time she's spent as an apprentice. As for the Council position, I personally vote David as a candidate.

David Alexander -while stoically remaining silent about all of this, David is wrapping his head around everything that happened. So much so that he hasn't really grasped why he was asked here. Losing two friends was dredging up feelings he was not all that keen on reliving. He silently listens to Ermano and when he mentions David he sits up a bit straighter as everything clicks- Wait, what?

ike -has been standing against a bookcase, rocking on his heels and staring down at the ground mostly, but his head jerks up at Ermano's declaration- Yeah, what?

Salem Campbell -sits on his seat, looking like he hasn't slept in at least two days, and mutters- Jesus... -rubs his eyes for a moment before answering- I agree with you on Jemma. She's more than capable of taking Ginny's position. -eyes wander over to David- And David's shown himself as a capable head hunter too. So, that's a yes from me there, too.

ermano. -nods to Salem- I can vouch he's more than capable. We've served together once upon a time overseas. He has a great head on his shoulders and I know he has the community's best interest at heart.

ike Okay, so -- another military man, and one who just happens to be one of your cronies from back in the day, ooh-rah?

David Alexander Ooh-ra is Marines

ike Do I look like I fucking care if you were Marines or Army or Sergeant Pepper?

ermano. Isaac, please.

Salem Campbell Ike- -takes a deep breath- Do you have a different suggestion? Someone you think fits better?

ermano. -stares at isaac-

ike -rearranges himself, saying icily- Not off the top of my head, no. I've been in goddamn mourning like the rest of you. But you don't think people are gonna see this and have concerns?

Salem Campbell Genuinely Ike, I don't think they will. But people having concerns isn't enough reason to not get the best person for the job. The worst thing that's going to happen is that people are worried and that we'll prove them wrong as a council.

Ijemma Okafor -despondent- This is the triage phase. Let David do it. If he fucks it up, we’ll fix it then.

ermano. I'm with Jemma. Trial run. If David isn't up to par, we'll branch out. But as of right now, I think getting this done as soon as possible is best so we can focus on other things.

Salem Campbell Agreed. I think that would be the best, too.

David Alexander -sarcasm- I appreciate the vote in confidence from y'all. -Looks to Ike- Losing friends is hard and I ain't trying to replace anyone. Hell, I didn't even know why I was invited here. But y'all are a man down and need help, so if I can help, I will.

ike -matching his sarcasm but louder- Oh, well ain't that just great! Pitch in and we can all raise the barn together because we're a man down! Maybe we can all field strip our rifles together later. Sorry, Jem, you're not invited to that one, boys only.

Ijemma Okafor -glaring at her best friend like she can’t stand him- Fuck you right now, Ike. I get that you don’t know which direction to be pissed, but this ain’t it.

ike -glares back at her, mouth pressed shut tight and jaw working, but backs down-

ermano. -shocked at isaac's silence-

David Alexander -mutters softly so only Ermano can hear him - So there is an off switch

Salem Campbell -let's out a soft breath- Alright. I think we got it then. Jemma will take up Ginny's position as council advisor. David will be a council member for the time being, unless there are issues. Can we agree on that? -especially looks at Ike with a gentle but imploring gaze-

ermano. -whispers to david- I might radio her whenever I need him to shut up now. I'm good with it

ike -blinks at Salem, then rubs a hand over his face, pushing away from the bookcase and edging towards the door- Triage. Trial run. Fine.

David Alexander -pointedly looking at Ermano- What the Hell did you just volunteer me for?

ermano. -stands and faces David- Welcome to the Council.

=== /// much later that night

Salem Campbell -stands in the kitchen, currently deciding what to brew himself to make it through the night; notices Ike coming in- Hey there. Just back from outside?

Ike -grunts in response, going to one of the cupboards; he opens it and just stands there, looking at everything in it before taking down a jar of peanut butter and holding it-

Salem Campbell -looks at him for a moment- Alright. -considers the peanut butter too, before opening a cupboard- Want some hot cocoa? We even got tiny marshmallows.

ike Hohhhwhuh? -shakes himself out of his stupor, like he's just noticed the jar in his hand- Do we really? I'm... -swallows painfully, laying his fingers against his jaw- I swallowed a bunch of blood and sand. Kind of a shitshow happening in my throat right now. -a bit more plaintively- I'm hungry. 

Salem Campbell Sound like one hell of a rough raid. -begins to pull out the supplies, warming milk on the stove as well as pulling out two mugs- No leftovers from this evening, unfortunately, but if you want I can cook something up. Been hungry myself.

ike -wags the jar at him- About all I can manage. -his jaw's a bit swollen, too, from where Cass clocked him, but he doesn't mention it- But don't let me stop you. -rustles in a drawer for a spoon, then rudely starts eating straight out of the jar- Didn't you have dinner?

Salem Campbell -raises an eyebrow then lets out a soft chuckle- Alright. If you can manage it later, I'll put the leftovers in the fridge. -finishes up making the hot cocoa (not forgetting marshmallows) before pushing the mug towards Ike- Nope. Not much time for it, with everything going on. -shrugs- You didn't have it either. Did the walker that punched you in the jaw keep you that busy?

ike -collects his mug but doesn't sit down, retreating back to standing up against the counter again like a wary fox- Everything going on. Yeah. -sucks on the spoon for a bit, gaze flicking up to Salem at the question- I was gonna say Silvy. For the Council.

Salem Campbell I didn't poison it, don't worry. -casts a pitying glance at the communal jar of peanut butter before turning his gaze back to Ike- Silvy, huh. -thinks about it for a moment- I can see why. You can still bring it up with the council, discuss it. I know... -sighs- I know we're sometimes not fair to you. But what you say usually has a point. So if you wanna bring up Silvy as a potential member, you got my support.

ike Yeah, well. -pokes around in the jar- Maybe every good admin group needs a dickhead thorn in its side. For a while. -eyes Salem at the promise of support- Why would YOU want her in the council? I don't need anyone agreeing with me just because they think I resemble a dog they kicked one time.

Salem Campbell Hey. I would never kick a dog. -acts serious for a second before taking a sip from his mug- I support you in bringing her up as a candidate. She's capable and keeps a cool head in high stress situations. And it's important to have different perspectives on the council, so someone from security would be good. -shrugs slightly- I wanna consider all your perspectives, even if they come from a dickhead thorn.

ike -chews this over for a while, and then says, like it's a challenge- Or I was thinking maybe Renee. Since she's the town doctor and not somebody military.  Not the same approach from two people on the Council that way.

Salem Campbell Renee? -considers it for a moment- Can't say I know her too well. But she doesn't seem like the leader type. And honestly, with the stress the medics already have, we can't really afford to put 'em elsewhere. You can still bring her up, though, I'm not gonna stop you.

ike -nods, satisfied by this- Fine. -samples the hot chocolate, then socks down half of it- God, that feels good. -gets a spoonful of peanut butter and stirs it into the last third of his drink- You can cook for me anytime, Salem. Bet you'd look cute in an apron.

Salem Campbell -considers saying something about the peanut butter, but then thinks that this is probably better than eating it straight from the jar; smiles when Ike mentions that the cocoa feels good- I do actually look cute in an apron, thank you very much. -shakes his head, chuckling- Though that's probably not something you'd wanna see. I can make you some mean chili though, if you ever want it. Old family recipe.

ike -slurps down the peanut chocolate slurry, sticking his finger in the mug after to scrape out a blob of unmelted peanut butter to suck off- Easy there, Salem. I'm not the kinda guy who needs dinner before a date. You don't wanna come off desperate. -chortles to himself, abandoning the mug and the open jar with the spoon still stuck in it, waving over his shoulder as he trudges towards the door- I'll remember what you promised, buckaroo. Just you keep that in mind.

Salem Campbell -rolls his eyes slightly, still amused- Yeah, next time I'll just skip the chili and go straight to first base. Or is that too slow for you? -grabs the mug from the counter to wash it (and considers what to do with the poor peanut butter jar- Don't threaten me with a good time, Isaac. I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't want to cook something for you.

ike -pauses momentarily at the door to slant a look over his shoulder at Salem, already cleaning up, but ultimately doesn't say anything before he leaves-

[hollowpuppet]

"I hate you," I said before I could stop myself. He flinched hearing those words. After a while of unbearable and uncomfortable silence he sounds very hurt, "how long have you felt like this?" I took a breath, "I don't want to hate you and I didn't mean to say that. But now that I've said it, I do mean it." He is puzzled by that, "I-I thought we were friends. Why do you hate me?" I sighed, "Trust me, you don't want brutal honesty. But that being said, I wish you the best but... this is goodbye." I walked out of the room without waiting for his reaction.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your reflection may be grinning but you certainly wasn't amused. "What did you do that for?" you asked, glaring at it. It looked at me with glee, "you were the one that wanted her gone and I carried out that wish". You clenched your fists, "get away from me, leave me alone!" It waggled its finger at you, "no can do I am afraid, I am part of you after all." You break the mirror as you shout, "I hate you! I don't care if you are a part of me, I hope you die".

She was wearing you down for a while. Turning everyone you know against you, denying the big and little joys of your day. And yet you wanted to believe she cared for you as much as you had cared for her. But destroying *that* photo album was the last straw. You didn't even have the energy to get mad anymore, your heart felt like an abyss. Your voice sounds exhausted, "Are you done?" She ran at you to yell at you but you just didn't care anymore. And mid tirade you interrupt her, "I tried to care for you, I tried to love you but nothing is ever good enough for you. I have sacrificed so much for you but the only thing you have shown me is that you want me to hate you, to convince me that you are a monster." You exhale and look her square in the eyes, "and congratulations you succeeded. I hate you"

"So what's on the menu today?' I asked, curiously. We were doing a cooking competition with the entire friendgroup. Jared heard me, "Well I hope that it's at least better than whatever you made. Even the pasta you made looked sorry for you." You all burst out laughing, "I hate you Jared".

"I hate you! Please go away." She stared at me after I said that. She didn't seem hurt, but rather she looked shocked and worried. "Oh hell no, you are not going to chase me away like that." She grabbed my arm, "what aren't you telling me?" I looked at her as shadows appeared underneath me and I started sinking into the ground.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he was scribbling. He grinned, "livening up your logbook of course." I click with my tongue and pull my logbook away from him, "again man? I hate you." Without missing a beat he says "love you too, you are so boring sis".

His weapons clashed with his opponent's weapons. This battle would mean the end of their conflicts as well as who gets to take the prize. He ducks under the first cut, dodges the second and parries the third strike. He counterattacks and the opponent barely stands their ground. Just as he went for the finishing blow his opponent's spear stabs right through his heart. "So... this is the end huh?" Their solemn words ring through their helmet, "So it would seem, Sir Lantre". He coughs up blood, "I hate you, so much." He looks into their eyes, "I will see you when you get what you deserve". If it weren't for the bloodloss they wouldn't have known for sure if he actually died. As his glare stared into their soul, even in death.

"I hate you" as...

A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.

An angry shout. Fists clenched, fury bubbling up inside until it finally bursts out.

A surrender. Exhausted, inflectionless. This is what you wanted, and you finally got it.

A joke; I'm giggling and so are you, and the words are so soft no one takes them seriously.

A warning; I'd never say that to you, and you know it, and now you know that something is very, very wrong.

A way of snarking back and forth with you. You've done something annoying, and I say I hate you, but we both know I don't mean it.

Defiance; you've won and we both know it, and I cannot stop you, but I will look you straight in the eyes, even to the end.

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE. 

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down. 

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao. 

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

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Alchemy of Souls: Theories and Analyses for Eps 5-6

I'm usually highly accurate at predicting what will happen next based off clues or evidence, but in this week’s episodes, some of my theories were proven wrong. I guess in the past I was able to accurately predict things because most or nearly all of the info was given in the first 4 episodes. However, I’d forgotten that those were 16 eps drama and not 20 eps drama like AOS. This means the time frame in which a sufficient information is given can be longer and span across more than just 4 episodes. Regardless, I will try to provide you all with the most precise theories! Now let’s get started! 

The Queen/Seo Yul’s Aunt

In the latest eps of AOS, there were a few more surprises including the one that completely shocked me which was the relationship between Jin Mu and the Queen who is also Seo Yul's aunt.

This leads to me question whether the Queen is the real puppet master behind everything? At first I'd thought that maybe Jin Mu had shifted the soul of one of his minions into the Queen, but then when he said he had to serve her, it made me think otherwise. I am very curious to see what's inside the chest. My best guess is that it's an elixir or something which must be taken monthly. Maybe it's like the polyjuice potion from Harry Potter which must be taken regularly to maintain the physical appearance of another person. What if the Queen is not really the Queen, but is actually Jin Mu's boss who uses the elixir to look like the Queen. Since she is in a high position, she can't risk her identity by siphoning the life force out of people which might raise suspicion.

Master Lee's Age

Yo he is old af. 100 years old?! WTF! Guess my previous theory of Jang Gang's inhabiting's Master Lee's body just went out the window. Anyways I was so surprised that he was so old!! What is his anti aging secret?! The chaste/anti Viagra tea??? Or maybe was it because he was so focused on developing his mage skills, he was able to developed a philosophers stone like the one in Harry Potter?

So many questions!! Is he immortal? In Taoism, one is able to attain immorality through channeling all of one's energy to reach harmony with the Tao, but who the hell knows if that was the case with Master Lee. All I got to say is Jang Uk was a fool for not being Master Lee's pupil. I'm not even a guy, but if I were I would totally remain celibate just to be able to learn from Master Lee. An opportunity like this does not come by every day! Just think of all the knowledge this guy holds!! He's like Yoda or something. If there's one person to help Naksu regain her powers I feel like its going to be Master Lee rather than Jang Uk.

Naksu and Mu Deok

The "Sleepwalking" Incident

In the most recent episodes, new evidence was introduced to the theory that Mu Deok's soul is currently dormant in her body. In Ep 5, we see Naksu having a dream in which she sees Mu Deok. Subsequently, Naksu became unaware of the fight that had ensued between Master Lee and Jang Uk.

It would seem that she did not sleepwalk, but had temporarily lost control of her body to Mu Deok's soul. Yes.. yes... I know some are like hooray this must mean it's true that Mu Deok soul still exists in her own body. Well it is a possibility, but it is still not definitive. Again, there are a lot of mysteries surrounding Naksu and Mu Deok.

Something else that was strange during this scene was what Master Lee had said which was "her soul has no malice". Was he was referring to Mu Deok's or Naksu's soul? It could be either. However, I believe he was referring to Naksu's soul because he also said, "a great soul has shifted into this body". I can't remember which interview it was from, but there was one when Lee Jae Wook had said, "she has a pure heart", when asked what he thought of Naksu's character. So maybe Master Lee was referring to Naksu's soul after all.

The Night Naksu's Father Was Murdered

In the beginning of Ep 5, we were shown more of the night in which Naksu's father was killed. There was something very odd about what Naksu's maid had told her.

Naksu's Maid: If you see your father, run away. Do not let him catch you.

This was odd because if Naksu's father had really been the kind father she had so fondly remembered then why would she need to run away from him? There's probably more to this story than meets the eye! Plus it was interesting to see Naksu crying over her maid's dead body instead of her father's. Why was she crying over her maid's body. Could it be that his body was taken back to Songrim for examination?

Previously, I'd mentioned how I thought that Naksu's father was not her father, but her kidnapper. My thoughts were that he was working for Jin Mu. Given Jin Mu's habit of shifting souls of his minions into the bodies of astronomers at Cheonbugwan, this theory could be possible. Maybe on the night the four families had killed Naksu's dad, it wasn't because he saw the king star prophecy but because he was a soul swifter that had ran wild. Maybe this is the reason Naksu's maid had told her to stay away from her "dad" and to not let him catch her. Furthermore, during the conversion between Heo Yeom, Park Jin, and Seo Yul, it was implied that the four families only killed her father and not everyone else that day. This was confirmed when Seo Yul said something like, "So our families were involved in her father's death". If the four families had killed her entire father including the servants, Seo Yul would've said something like, "So our families were involved in the deaths of her entire family and servants". The big question is what made Naksu's dad go ballistic and crazy? One possibility is that he ran wild, but there could be others.

Naksu's Constellation

Something else I’m dying to know is Naksu’s prophecy. Her father had told her that the astronomers at Cheonbugwan kept records of constellation readings for any particular day including her birthday. I am thinking that Naksu’s constellation is Aquarius since it is the only one that represents falling water like her namesake. According to Chinese astronomy, the stars within the Aquarius constellation has several meanings such as: girl, maidservant, emptiness, desolation and depression (relating to funerals and mourning, and axe (relating to executions). Describes her perfectly right?!

Side note, the AOS stone tablets which contain the constellation readings/prophecies reminded me of the prophecy orbs in Harry Potter.

Timeline of Bu Yeon's Disappearance

In Ep 6, we were given some new information about the lost daughter of the Jin family, Bu Yeon. Specifically, it was revealed she disappeared over a decade ago. What does that even mean?? Are we talking about 15, 20, 24, years ago or what?? I need specifics to accurately predict if Naksu or Mu Deok is the lost daughter of the Jin family! For example, if Bu Yeon was a baby when she was taken then it could fit the Naksu is the lost daughter of the Jin family narrative. I am estimating that Naksu is currently 25 years old because she was around 5 years old when she witnessed her father being killed which occurred 20 years ago. If Bu Yeon was taken when she was much older then it could mean that it is Mu Deok who is the lost daughter of Jin family.

Naksu's New Found Ability: Seeing Through Objects

Near the end of Ep 6, it was shown that Naksu had gained ability: the power to see through objects. Naksu became disoriented after touching the box that housed the Yin and Yang jade. Following this, she was able to see through the box that the jade had been broken. So was this new ability a result of Naksu’s soul swapping or was it a result of an ability that Mu Deok’s body previously had? I’m still unsure. 

Naksu became disoriented again after she stepped onto the Jin family residence. One could say that this was a result of Mu Deok’s body reacting to her family’s heirloom as well as her former home, but the same argument could be made for Naksu’s soul. It could be that Naksu had not experienced this sensation before because she had never visited the Jin residence until now. When she arrived at the Jin residence, Mama Jin’s birds went crazy and well you know how Naksu feels about birds….she’s crazy about them. It could also be that Mu Deok loved birds too. Again, there's not enough information about both Naksu and Mu Deok's past.

Magic Mirror On The Wall, Who's The Fairest One of All?

During Cho Yeon's time in Jinwoyon, a creepy mirror was seen. Later, Naksu was in there when the mirror started talking to her. It said, "It has been a long time" as if it had recognized a Jin family member. My first thoughts were was the mirror referring to Naksu's soul or Mu Deok's body? This is something I think should be given ASAP! We know the doors of Jinwoyon only open for Jin family members, but what does that even mean? Is the enchantment that is place on Jinwoyon's doors able to differentiate between the body and soul? The same goes for the magical objects within Jinwoyon. In Harry Potter, the members of each house are given a password to enter their rooms. What is the "password" for entering Jinwoyon? One's soul or body? That is the question I have.

Another part of me thinks that the reason Naksu was able to get into Jinwoyon was because Cho Yeon opened it. Given Cho Yeon's jealousy of Naksu, she probably told Naksu to take the Yin and Yang jade down there and then decided framed Naksu for "theft" by shutting her in there or something.

Okay now back to the mirror. Does this mirror remind anyone of the Mirror of Erised from Harry Potter (yes yes another Harry Potter reference)? The mirror in Harry Potter was a magical object that showed what one's heart had desperately desire. I think the mirror in Jinwoyon works the same way. In next week's preview, we see Naksu and Seo Yul being romantic, but I think it's all fake. What's really happening is that when Seo Yul enters the mirror, he sees what his heart truly desires which is the girl he loved from Danhyaggok aka Naksu. After escaping from there and learning the mirror only shows what one's heart desires, Seo Yul will put two and two together and realize that the girl he once loved and Naksu in Mu Deok's body are one and the same. Hence why he says, "So Mu Deok was Naksu" in Ep 7 preview. I also wouldn't be surprised if the Prince and Gang Uk also see fake Naksu when they enter the mirror world. For Naksu, what she desires could be one of two things. It's either successfully killing the people who murdered her father or it could be regaining her powers.

Revisiting Why Naksu/Mu Deok's Body Did Not Run Wild

It would seem that Naksu was even more powerful than Jang Gang because she was able to cast the Alchemy of Souls spell without running wild because she had mastered Hwansu. As you recalled in Ep 1, Jang Gang was lamenting to Jin Mu about not casting the Alchemy of Souls spell anymore because his subjects kept running wild which meant that he had not mastered Hwansu.

Something worth noting is the color difference between Jang Gang and Naksu's casting of the spell. When Jang Gang casted the spell the color was red/orange like fire while Naksu's was blue like water. I believe that if the spell was casted correctly the color would've been blue, indicating that one had successfully mastered Hwansu which is the conversion of water to fire and vice versa. In Jang Gang's case, his was only red/orange which meant he was only able to convert water to fire, but not the other way around.

Other Important Things

The Danhyaggot Tree/Mt Seongheungsan Love Tree

The tree in AOS (known as the Mt Seongheungsan Love Tree) was also featured in another Hong Sister drama, Hotel Del Luna. In that drama, the tree's significance was that it was where Yeon Woo had promised to build Manwol a house before he tragically died. For the most part that tree had held happy memories for Jang Manwol. The same could be said for Naksu. It was where she had finally mastered Chisu and was able to climb high enough to see the moon.

Unlike Yeon Woo who was unable to fulfill his promise to Manwol, I hope Jang Uk will be able to fulfill his promise to Naksu. If there’s some sort of scene where Jang Uk takes Naksu to the top, but she’s like nearly dead or whatever, I’m going to be so mad! That tree seems to be symbolize both happy and sad times in Hotel Del Luna, but I hope that tree will only represent happy times in AOS!

Yin and Yang

Now let’s discuss some common themes present in AOS. I had previously mentioned that it would be a good idea to conduct some research about Chinese Alchemy and Taoism. Anyways, in this week’s episodes, several of concepts stemming from Chinese Alchemy and Taoism were briefly touched upon. In particular the idea of Yin and Yang.

Yin and Yang is a philosophical concept that states opposite or contrary forces are complementary, interconnected, and interdependent. It’s all about duality! Evil vs good, dark vs light, fire vs water, night vs day, winter vs summer, cold vs hot. You get my drift. It is believed that within each of us, there are both Yin and Yang. Usually Yin and Yang are represented by the colors black and white respectively.

Even though I had said this on my Twitter, I felt it would be beneficial to you all that I talk about the importance of the character profile pictures. Most characters have a light and dark side picture with a few exceptions. Jin Mu, Mama Jin, and Heo Yeom are the only ones that have just one picture which symbolizes they are predominately ruled by only one side. The half siblings, Jin Mu and Mama Jin, only have dark side pictures while Heo Yeom’s picture is only in white. Jin Mu's picture is completely black because he is an evil person. There's no yang or goodness in him. However, Mama Jin's picture may be black because she is a depressed person. After all, her daughter has been missing all these years which has basically left a dark hole in her heart. She has no source of happiness in her life. With Heo Yeom's white picture, it's a given. He's like the happiest person alive!

Neidan: Internal Alchemy

Let’s discuss some concepts that are important in the world of AOS. Part of Chinese Alchemy is Neidan or internal alchemy. Central to Neidan is the idea of “The Three Treasures” or essential energies that are important for human life. They are as follows:

Jing: Nutritive essence, essence, sperm, seed

Example: What the chaste/anti viagra tea is used to prevent from being lost; if you have sex, you lose jing

Subcategories of Jing : Prenatal and Postnatal

Prenatal Jing is acquired at birth from parents and postnatal Jing is acquired after birth through food, water, oxygen, and the environment

2. Qi (pronounced as Chi): Vitality, life force, vigor

Example: Called core energy or energy in AOS; Naksu has none; Jang Uk’s has too much in his right hand; "The Force" in Star Wars

Linked to the flow of energy around and through the body

In Tradional Chinese Medicine (TCM), it is believed that symptoms from illnesses are a byproduct of Qi being blocked, disrupted, or unbalanced

There are different types of Qi; Qi (gained through one's life), Primordial Qi (inherited from parents), Grain Qi (gained through foods)

3. Shen: Soul, spirit

Example: Naksu’s soul

When the "Three Treasures" are properly maintained along with balance of Yin and Yang, one can achieve a healthy body and a prolonged life which are the goals of Neidan.

Given all of this, I want us to take a closer look at Naksu/Mu Deok's Qi. Master Lee had said he was not able to detect any Qi or energy in her. Why? It could be one of two things. The first being that Mu Deok's had her core energy sealed much like Jang Uk's. As I mentioned in my other post, I do not know who could've sealed Mu Deok's core energy. If we go with the whole Mu Deok is the daughter of the Jin daughter then one could say it was Jin Mu who sealed it (remember that Jin Mu is vengeful against the family who kicked him out). Another possibility is that maybe Naksu had inadvertently sealed it when she swapped her soul into Mu Deok's body. If Mu Deok's core energy was indeed sealed, it could explain why her body was so weak and unhealthy. Furthermore, maybe Mu Deok became blind because she could not handle sunlight. When Jang Uk had his core energy sealed, he was incredibly weak. He could not withstand cold or hot temperatures.

The second reason for why Mu Deok's body may not have any energy could be linked to her mood. It is believed that when one is depressed or sad, it can deplete one's Qi. I'd mentioned how Mu Deok's life seemed pretty bleak and depressing.

Misc.

That moment between Master Lee, Heo Yeom, and Park Jin was absolutely hilarious!! He dissed Heo Yeom, but praised Park Jin.

Love the budding romance between Dang Gu and Cho Yeon!!

All the moments between Seo Yul and Naksu just made my heart ache!!! The lines Seo Yul said in front of the tree where him and Naksu spent time simply destroyed me ("The moment she sliced my sincerity in half, I could no longer cherish our memories together. It was a secret that I had to bury in my heart."). I was a Jang Uk and Naksu shipper, but I'm beginning to be a Seo Yul and Naksu shipper...ekkk! I blame the Hong Sisters for giving us so many lovey dovey scenes between Seo Yul and Naksu!!

All of the bird references!! I especially loved Maidservant Kim saying how she would give Jang Uk's love interest a silk pouch filled with money so that this girl could flap away...HAHA! Then there was also Jang Uk's saying how he was like the Mama bird who was sitting on the egg...I can't even!!!

Under the character information section on the TvN website, it shows two characters which we have not seen yet. The first character is a girl named Soy. Her character picture shows her wearing some sort of blindfold similar to the one Mu Deok had. The only information given about her is that she had helped Mu Deok in Sari village and has now been recruited by Jin Mu to run a scheme. The second character that has yet to appear is Cho Yeon's dad, Jin Woo Tak. Again there's not a lot of information given about him other than he been out and about searching for Bu Yeon.

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Like she had always done when it came to Johan, Nina could only watch in horror as pain began to rack his body, not being able to help or do anything to ease it.

He curled in on himself and covered his ears defensively, squeezing his fists around them, trying in vain to rid himself of the voices that plagued his mind. Moisture dampened his lashes and red cheeks and he grunted, trying desperately to hold back all of his emotions and sorrow, but failing.

She reached out to him for a split second, hesitated, then drew back.

He had lost all of his memories, was sent to that absolute hell of an orphanage, and had been forced to kill to stay alive. She knew that her once sweet, compassionate older brother would have never done something like that unless he was pushed to the brink of death. Unless he had been tortured and shown only the worst of what humanity had to offer him.

She had no idea how to comfort him, there was nothing she could say or do that would make any of this better.

She had felt the same when everyone had told him he was dead.

Losing a part of yourself was the worst pain you could ever go through.

She had lost her sense of hope and the other half of her soul on that faithful night when everyone told her that the only family she ever had was dead.

Johan had lost all of his memories, everything that made Johan, Johan. He probably thought he was all alone in this world like she had.

But… he wasn’t alone anymore though, and she intended to stay by his side and help him no matter how long it took or how much it hurt her.

It was then that Johan started crying… like a little boy.

It was a shock, given what Johan had become, this stoic, stonecold killer.

She reached out to him again, wide-eyed and worried, placing her hand on his shoulder. It seemed to have snapped him out of that awful episode.

He was shaking, his inhales were sharp and fast, like he couldn’t get in enough air. His fists were clenched, held in his lap. Small drops of tears landed on them and fell between the crevices.

She took one of his fists in her own once more, making sure he was able to her hand come up to touch him, lest he get violent.

She got violent with anything she perceived to be a threat when she was reminded of the Red Rose Mansion after all.

She let him speak, it came softly and without confidence from his lips and her heart began to break.

“What experiments?!” She asked, almost shocked, but truthfully she had expected something similar.

The rumors of that awful place had tainted her childhood and her sanity. Sometimes boys that survived but didn’t make the cut would be sent to her orphanage, they could hardly even be called children anymore. They were either needless violent and aggressive… or what Nina saw as the worse alternative, completely hollow and soulless without any personality or care for not only others but themselves.

Or both like him.

“All of the boys that transferred from that orphanage to my own were all so broken, I could never understand why. I guess I never really wanted to know.” Nina squeezed his hand tighter. Johan still wouldn’t look her in the eyes. She wanted him to open up to her, but she wouldn’t force him. She understood how painful this was for him. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with it. You have absolutely no reason to trust me, I’m barely more than a stranger to you.”

Nina took his face in her hands, focusing deep into his beautiful, ocean blue, and sunken eyes. Her expression and actions were as soft and gentle as she possibly could be, even though internally she was both raging and depressed at learning what had happened to him.

“It’s not your fault, and I don’t blame you for what happened. I’m just happy you survived and made it all the way back to me.”

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Born to Die​

There had been so many things Nina had wanted to say and ask Johan once he woke… but hearing those special, secret words leave her brother’s lips tore them out of her mind. Nina had no idea what to say now. She just stared at Johan’s tired face with blank-eyed and balked mouth apprehension. She tried to make noise, but it was like it was lost on her. Suddenly, she was that pathetic 6-year-old again, having no inkling of what to say coming back to Johan after the horrors she experienced.

Only this time she was an adult, worried about whatever hell Johan had been through in order to get to this point. He was the one who came to her. She wasn’t the one who had suffered, she had no excuse.

Johan tried to get up then, grunting from his injuries and Nina’s heart palpitated. Somehow the signals to reach out registered themselves back into her brain. She grabbed his shoulder, gently, but firmly.

“You really should rest up,” Nina said, looking down past her eyelashes at him. “You almost died, Johan. We worried for a moment that you wouldn’t be able to pull through. You so much blood. You could still faint or open up your stitches… It’s not a good idea… Please, don’t do anything stupid.”

Johan’s face conveyed no emotion directed at her person. He had always been near expressionless around her, but it was easier for her to tell what he was thinking at any given moment. They had the same face, after all.

His bright blue eyes always gave him away.

It would seem that the years apart took that ability away from her too.

This was the moment that she finally gained the courage to ask him what she had been wanting to since she had first been reunited with him again on that quiet, summer night. “Do-Do you remember who I am to you?”

He answered her question with a gravelly attempt to speak that was cut short by a coughing fit.

Instinctively, Nina grabbed his hand and pulled him up into an upright position, rubbing his back and allowing him to cough into her shoulder. She often had to do this with her children at the orphanage during the colder months. Thankfully, it was just artificial, no phlegm or blood. He was just dehydrated as she anticipated he would be. Once he finished hacking his lungs up, she placed him against the sterile wall so he wouldn’t have to hold himself up. He breathed heavily through his mouth and glared at her from under his messy bangs, but she was fairly certain it was just because he was in pain.

Wordlessly, Nina handed him the glass of water she had already prepared for him. Johan accepted it with shaky hands.

Baggy eyes quickly traveled down her body, a curious once over. He was seemingly overwhelmed by the differences that 14 years could cause and to be fair, so was she. He still resembled the sweet, fading little boy from her memories that she once knew, but the differences were incredibly noticeable and pronounced, even in the warm, dark lighting of the room. He truly was just a familiar stranger to her now.

They landed on her bandaged forearm and she covered it with her palm.

“I gave you some of my blood. I had to or else you would have died on that operating table from blood loss.” She started softly. Nina’s voice when she didn’t have to act excited around children or strangers was closer to a soothing whisper. “We were worried it might not have been compatible with yours… but I had to try. If I wasn’t, then I have no idea who else would have been.”

“But please, don’t thank me. If it wasn’t for you… I wouldn’t even be alive to help.”

Nina beamed fondly towards Mr. Grimmer’s sleeping form in the corner. Even now, the smile refused to leave the gentle giant. “If it wasn’t for Mr. Grimmer… we both would have died. He carried you and took me by hand down here… And-and Dr. Tenma was the one who treated you. I offered to repay him but he isn’t letting me.” Nina chuckled with partial guilt and fondness. Dr. Tenma was quite possibly one of the kindest men she ever met, almost like a Mr. Grimmer of the underground. She had never met a doctor like him. He didn’t care about the money in the slightest, he only cared that a life was being saved. It made sense the two men had become good friends.

She had never felt more useless than today.

She decided to rip the bandaid off the skin with him. He hadn’t said anything else since he woke up, perhaps he was just as stuck with words as she had been before. Or he still didn’t know who she was, even though he obviously recognized her. She had to tell him now incase they never had the chance to speak like this again.

“I’m your younger twin sister, Johan.” Nina said softly. She reached her hand out to him, palm up, inviting him to take it. “Everyone told me you probably died in the fire when Kinderheim burned down.” Her voice came out with a whimper at the memories.

“How did you get out? Why did you forget me?” She grabbed his hand tightly, letting him know she wasn’t accusing him of anything. She just had to know.

She coaxed with the words that were once used to comfort her as a child, she hoped they affected him in the same way.

“Please, tell me everything.”

@theartifxce

✖  — ; “Do you thank and save everyone that once turned their blades on you?” He replied dryly, his eyes an unwelcoming sight. There were specs of exhaustion worn across his visage, anger even. But the frustration he felt was towards the inability to understand himself whenever he was in front of her. 

There was the desire to cry and the desire to run. Dilemmas warred inside of him to either push her away or draw her close. There was gravity to her presence, one that pulled him in and pressured – making it difficult to escape. He flinched at her confession – an inevitable truth. But what sent a cold chill down his spine was the mentioning of Kinderheim 511. 

  Johan felt compelled to look at her now, his eyes widen with shock. All he saw was a stranger with a face like his.  

The bridge of her nose and the curve of her jawline mirrored his. He even noticed as he studied her that the curl of her lashes was longer in the right eye just like his. 

But there were stark differences too. 

Her eyes gleamed like the morning sky and his was dull and lifeless. 

There was love resting upon her lips and poison on his. 

He felt paralyzed beneath her touch; hating himself for finding a long forgotten sense of comfort at the ends of her fingertips. It was inexplicably nostalgic, feeling her hand in his. It was then he remembered that horrible dream of those dirty children bracing the cruel winds of that forsaken wasteland. He held onto that little girl’s hand as if she was his lifeline. He remembered feeling as though, it was because she was just that for him – holding everything he had in the palm of his hand. 

Overwhelmed with emotion, Johan bowed his head and quietly sighed. “There is nothing for me to tell.” The words fell from his lips in almost a whisper. “Before the flames could consume it all, I had already forgotten why I set the fire in the first place.” He reflected with a solemn tone, forcing his mind to revisit that haunting.

 He remembered the bodies resting at his feet, the bloody blade in his hand that had broken in half; the other piece stuck in his last victim. They were men and women with lab coats, military men who supervised what was being done to him. All of them were dead and he stood there, a mere child, as champion. 

But there wasn’t a sense of victory to be had. No, he stood there with the flames all around him, his face full of tears. 

His heart was torn in agony – the kind of despair that birthed a terrible and formidable monster. 

Deep in his heart, he knew they took something from him. The tragedy was not being able to figure out what it was. There was a hole that couldn’t be filled - and now, he knows what it was.

But why did he forget her?

Extremely sharp pains began to rack against his head, forcing a grunt from his lips as he went to grip his forehead. He lurched forward, curling slightly into himself as he bit back from screaming. The more and more, he tried to think about the answer to her question, the stabbing pains became worse. Through the ringing in his ears - all he could hear was the same sentence playing on repeat over and over,

“What are you afraid of?”

It was a man’s voice. He spoke calmly, invitingly even as he repeated the question Johan refused to answer. 

“You are a very bright child. Have you…ever killed anyone?” Again his serene voice felt almost hypnotic; each syllable seemed to crack Johan’s resolve to remain silent. He remembered the room; pure white walls, the sound of a very loud creaking ceiling fan; the yellowish lights. To his left, he stared at a giant mirror, knowing full well that the onlookers who financially supported the hellish orphanage was observing the experiment. His vision was impaired, the sounds all around him had died aside from the man’s voice which echoed abnormally loud. His fingers gripped the chair he was allowed to comfortable sit in. They didn’t need to restrain him - because they shot him up with various drugs to make him docile. 

Johan still refused to answer. But he felt his strength slipping. There were parts of himself that was beginning to betray him - his mind and his tongue. His heart remained steeled on thoughts of Anna, concern for Anna, love for Anna.

Was she safe?

Were people doing the same horrible things to her where she was?

Would she leave him behind?

Anna.

“Let’s go back to that other question then. What is it that you are the most afraid of?”

“…What I’m most afraid of is…” He tried to bit his tongue, he would have rather died in that chair then reveal her these predators. He felt tears well in his eyes as he forcefully spoke the truth.

“Forgetting Anna.” and he couldn’t stop. “These strange lessons everyday…are making my memories fade…Please, don’t make me forget Anna. It’s only Anna and me…in this whole world. Just give me that, please. Please…Please.”

Finally snapping from his cogitations, Johan realized that he was crying. Streams of warm tears rolled down his cheeks from eyes widen in shock and confusions. He looked down at his trembling hands and couldn’t compose a single clear thought. His chest hurt with waves of pain, making it difficult to breath. He bowed his head, allowing his messy pale blond locks to fall over his features as the tears continue to fall from his face.

“…It was…the experiments…” He barely replied in a solemn tone, choking back the agonizing cry that wanted to escape him. He squeezed his shaking hands into tight fists. 

“…the reason why I forgot you…”

@xxxangeleyesxxx​

[notchesandbullets]

She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

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“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore. 

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs. 

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first. 

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes. 

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house. 

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today. 

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother. 

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him. 

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older. 

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none. 

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying. 

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host. 

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house. 

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back. 

This. 

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met. 

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up. 

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it. 

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left. 

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table. 

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet. 

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them. 

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them. 

You wished your own parents had done that for you. 

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone. 

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine. 

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground. 

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times. 

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one. 

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room. 

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?” 

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you. 

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back. 

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her. 

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey. 

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you. 

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done. 

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?” 

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman. 

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say. 

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot. 

Bitch. 

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior. 

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his. 

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew. 

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat. 

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him. 

Just how he liked it. 

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly. 

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all. 

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted. 

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you. 

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

[ibuki-loves-you]

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: Hey hey hey!! Sorry for the long wait on this :/ I hope it was worth it, though!

Kyoko:

Kyoko was immediately worried for your safety

She had a lot of questions

Why were you so shy? Had you been through something?

She kept those questions to herself though

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d glare

Literally just walk up to you, wrap on arm around your waist and the other on your arm

And glare

If you ever took a fall in front of her she’d carefully lean down and help you up, suggestive or not

Although she might blush a bit if it was a suggestive position

“There, you’re alright. It was just a small trip, thankfully.”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she would be appalled

“Love, I don’t want you to take your clothes off because I’m not in a particularly good mood. Bad moods are normal, that doesn’t mean you take your clothes off every time it happens. Don’t offer that to me unless you personally want to do it.”

Kyoko is not someone you can look at and feel as if she’s mad at you, because she makes it clear if she is

But if you did think she was, she’d be pretty upset

“No, love. I’m not mad. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing at all. I honestly don’t think I can be mad at you. You just seem to make everything better.”

Kyoko’s heart skips a beat whenever you’re around <3

Hina:

Hina LOVED YOU

The minute you two met she did not let you out of her sight for long periods of time

She was just worried someone would hurt you or take advantage of you

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d be so mad

No one wants to deal with mad swimmy baby

“That is so rude, you know!? That was completely uncalled for! There was absolutely no reason to say that! Now apologize!”

If you ever took a fall in front of her, she would honestly fall too just to make you feel less embarrassed

She’d cover you if need be, though

Either with clothing or with herself when she “falls”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d be in shock

Mainly because you offered it to her because you thought she was upset

“What!? Please, S/O, no! Don’t say that! Taking your clothes off won’t make me feel better, cuddles will! Get over here! Because of that statement, I demand you let me cuddle you!”

If you ever thought Hina was mad, which is rare, she’d he so upset

“Baby! No! Not at all! I could never be mad at you! I swear! Your face is just too adorable to be mad at!”

Swimmer baby just wants your happiness above all

Celestia:

Celeste would never admit it if anyone asked

But she loved you the minute she laid eyes on you

Your personality only made her want to be with you more

Not many people dared to bother you, but if an unlucky soul did try to do such a thing…

Celeste would give them a run for their money

“Are you fucking kidding me!? How dare you!? Why don’t you crawl back into whatever ditch you crawled out of and leave my significant other alone! Do I make myself clear!?” She’d turn to you and give you a soft smile. “Come on, dear. Let’s go get some tea to cheer you up, yes?”

If you fell in front of her, she wouldn’t be able to catch you without falling herself, but she’d immediately take your hands and help you up

“Come now, darling. Don’t cry, it was an accident. Everything is alright.”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, it would take a second to click

But once it did her reaction was similar to Kyoko’s

“Darling, I don’t wish for you to take off your clothes merely because Yamada put me in a foul mood. I would much rather you keep said clothes on and have a cup of tea with me, maybe some conversation as well. Please don’t offer yourself to me out of pity.”

If you ever thought she was made at you, she honestly thought she was gonna cry

“W-What? Dear, no. Not one bit. Not one ounce of me is angered by you. I love you far too much to be mad at you. Now, come here and let me hug you.”

Celeste truly does care about you, more than she has cared for anyone before <3

Sakura:

Protective

That’s it

Sakura wants your safety above all, because she knows how shy people can be taken advantage of easily

If anyone dared to make fun of you, oh boy

Sakura is fucking terrifying

“I suggest you run before I snap you in half.”

That’s all it takes to send them on their way

If you fell in front of her, she would definitely be able to catch you

And she would!

But if you did manage to miss her arms, she’d pick you right back up and hold you

“See? I got you. Everything is okay.”

If you offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d be calmer, but nonetheless upset

“Hey, don’t do that. I don’t want you because of your body. I want you because of your personality. That’s what I fell in love with. Don’t offer yourself to me, or anyone else. Ever. It’s your body, you can most certainly choose what to do with it.”

If you thought she was angry with you, she’d be so quick to tell you otherwise

“No, not at all. I am not mad in the slightest. Even if I was, I’d never take my anger out on you. That’s wrong, and I love you too much to even think about doing that.”

With Sakura as your girlfriend, you will always be protected. And that’s a promise

Mukuro:

Mukuro is shy, but definitely not as shy as you

Like Sakura, she wanted your safety above all

Let it be from others or her cruel sister

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d be pretty angry

Hell, she may put those skills of hers to good use

“Hey. Don’t let me hear you say something like that again. Ever. That’s just plain disgusting.”

If you ever took a fall in front of her, her reflexes are extremely fast, so she’d try her absolute best to catch you

More often she does, but on the off chance she’s unsuccessful, she’d apologize with a bright blush

“I-I’m sorry, love. I tried to catch you, uh, I’m sorry. Here, grab my hands.”

If you offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d immediately say no

“S-S/O! No! No, I-I don’t want you to do that! I-I’m not in a bad mood, and even if I was I wouldn’t want you to take your clothes off just to try to improve my mood! Please don’t offer that to me, that’s practically violating you! And I don’t want to do that!”

If you ever thought she was mad at you, poor girl might cry

“L-Love, I’m not mad at all. I-I promise. Even if I was mad, I don’t think it could be caused by you in all honesty. I love you, okay?”

Soldier baby’s heart go brrr

Sayaka:

Shy or not, Sayaka’s a cute blushy mess around you

She still teases you in a friendly manner, but always makes sure you know she’s only playing

If anyone over bothered you, she’d be incredibly salty

Like, pettiness and all

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna be? Well, I’ll have you know that my significant other is NOT gonna do that. You’re a rude person and I hope karma hits you hard.”

If you took a fall in front of her, she’d screech so sound and try to catch you, but would most likely fail

When she saw that you were embarrassed, like Hina she would trip to make you feel better

“See, S/O? It’s fine! Now we both tripped, hehe! Isn’t that funny!”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d hug you immediately and try to make you happy

“Nope! I don’t want that, okay? I want to kiss your cute face! Not rub up on you because you want to make me happy! Now c’mere, so I can kiss your cute face!”

If you ever thought she was mad at you, though, she’d be really sad

“What? No, I’m not mad at all! Let alone at you! I promise, S/O. Even if I was mad, I’d have a peaceful conversation. Not a screaming match about it! Now, give me a hug!”

Sayaka will hug you as much as you please, as long as it makes you happy <3

Toko:

Toko thought you were annoying at first

But then she realized how similar you two were

Not long after, she fell in love with you

Just like in those cheesy novels she writes

If someone ever bothered you, she’d get pretty mad

Lowkey considers letting Syo out

“H-Hey, asshole! T-That’s a r-real d-dick t-thing to say! S-So w-why d-don’t you just g-go back to w-whatever ditch y-you crawled o-out of a-and d-die!”

If Syo was around when someone bothered you, well I think we know how that'll go

They aren't around anymore, especially if they were a pretty boy

If you ever fell in front of her, she’d lowkey get second-hand embarrassment, but would help you up anyways

“Hey, l-look, you’re fine. N-Not a scrape or anything. Y-You’re okay.”

Syo would leap into action immediately and pull you to your feet

"See!? It's like you never even fell! You're okay! No tears, I hate seeing you cry!"

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d freak the fuck out

“W-What!? N-No! D-Don’t do t-that! K-Keep your clothes o-on! I-I’m n-not mad! E-Even if I w-was, I w-wouldn’t w-want you to s-strip! Y-You’re t-too p-pretty for t-that!”

If Syo was around, she would as well

"What!? Oh no no no, this just won't do! You're body is far to marvelous to be shown so willingly, y'know that? Don't let others see it so easy! Even if it is just me! Doesn't matter!"

If you thought she was mad at you, she’d scoff at first, but then realize you were being serious

“What? I’m not m-mad at you. W-Why would I b-be mad at y-you? I-I have no reason to b-be. D-Don’t say that, I-I’d tell you if I-I was mad at you...S-Speaking as if I-I c-could g-get mad at y-you.”

Syo would latch onto you and hug you, giving you a little spin

"No, dollface! I'm not angry at all! See? I'm happy! So happy! Especially because my baby-cakes is here! Now, c'mon! Gimme a smooch!"

Even though she’d deny it at first, Toko really does love you

[charlotteswriting]

*Crawls out of trash can* Listen here, I have a probably expired chocolate bar and some coins, I’ll give this if you can do Kaede, Kirumi and Nagito with a s/o who can and will flirt (but no flirting back- THAT’S ILLEGAL! THEY’LL OVER HEAT AND CRASH)

I'm not even gonna question why were you in the trash can in the first place but I will take the chocolate bar and coins. It's a deal.

Also why am I in this request ((This is too adorable what the---) -Mod Kaede

Kaede Akamatsu (finally writing for her YES!!!!!!

—It was only natural for you to ignore everyone around and flirt with Kaede. And since nobody seemed to be bothered by this, you kept flirting her non-stop

—It was really cute but oblivious to Kaede. Like, you're about to invite guests for your wedding and she doesn't get she's being flirted

—But whenever she gets the meaning behind your jokes, she gets flustered. Sometimes you flustered her too much that she turned into a blushing mess and she was really confused. Shuichi had to step in and told you slow down a bit

—When she finally understands you're flirting with her, she's in shock. So she kinda tries to come up with cheesy pick up lines, because they make her feel so loved! So why not doesn't she do the same for you?

—After a little while, Kaede decides to play along!! She isn't an expert at flirting, she just attacks you with compliments and she's oblivious that how much you are effected by them--- But she knows she is doing a good job

—"Kaede! You're truly so beautiful today! I can't adore you enough!" You giggled playfully, Kaede stared at you for few seconds before coming up with a compliment. "Thank you, Y/n! You look gorgeous today, and I love how lovely you giggle!" She smiles at you brightly

—Y/n's soul leaves their body

—Kaede probably doesn't even know she's flirting with you,, she just,, does it? Somehow. (She literally flirted the whole female cast) And the reactions she gets from you satisfies her

—Also she sometimes randomly holds your hand and that's adorable. If only she saw how red your face gets each time... "Y/n, you look so hot... Is something the matter?"

—Shuichi facepalming in the background

(Not me simping so hard for her 🛐🛐🛐)

Kirumi Tojo

—You loved appreciating Kirumi, it made her smile each time.

—Now Kirumi doesn't get appreciated enough so you always told her she's doing great and she was so helpful, and that was enough to fluster her!

—Little or big, whatever she's doing, you were there to encourage her and she couldn't ask for more! Kirumi doesn't know how to reply when you compliment her, so it's kinda awkward but fun

—And what made your compliments the best is, they weren't random. She could tell you meant them and they always encouraged her!!

—Enough talk about compliments. Kirumi is always speechless when you flirt with her. She doesn't get why you are doing this at all but her heart skips a beat each time you do it.

—She'll kindly ask you to slow down a bit but you don't listen to her anyway. She enters the room and you are already showering her with compliments.

—"Kirumi! Look at you.. You look stunning today!"

—She stands there, and checks on her outfit. She always wears that?

—Even though she doesn't get why would you compliment her, they make her happy. She doesn't feel like a burden with you. And after sometime, she'll tell you nice things as well. They're nice for her, but they have an obviously big effect on you

—"If you don't mind me saying... I must say I love your company, a lot." Her complimenting you isn't that rare but she doesn't do it often either. But still... You have a stroke of happiness each time

—"You are a gift, I am so glad to have you around, Y/n,"

—"..."

—"My beloved.. Your face is all red, are you sure you aren't sick? I can take care of you."

—*Dies*

Nagito Komaeda

—You're appreciating him?? That's something he isn't really used to, but he gets flattered anyways

—He thinks you're giving him too much credits. All he does is exist and you're already telling him how amazing he is and how fluffy his hair looks! (Bonus points if he lets you touch it...)

—Nagito is in denial but he absolutely loves compliments! He is really affectionate with you after you give him a compliment.

—Also he takes this really seriously and just after you give him a compliment, he'll fire you a compliment back. But a more flustering one

—What he didn't expect was to see you covering your face and avoiding eye contact-- You're blushing??

—"Oh.. You're so adorable, Y/n! So lovely!"

—Now that you've shown him your weakness, he's enjoying this a bunch more. He just finds you very cute.

—Now it's him flirting you non-stop, just to see your cute face. He can't get enough of it. After teasing you a hell bunch, he'll laugh and apologize in his carefree way and will give you hugs and kisses

—Yes, he's pretty affectionate with you. Words or actions, he won't let you rest without letting you know how great you are and how much you mean to him

—You're starting to think he wants you dead at this point

I think this request was really lovely.. Thank you to whoever requested me this! I really enjoyed writing that!! c:

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Yeosang: Soulmate (oneshot)

Genre: Angst, fluff, idol au, soulmate au.

Pairing: Soulmate!Yeosang x Reader (fem) / Yeosang x idol!reader

Warnings: none.

In this world, everyone has a soulmate. Most people give up on trying to find their soulmate, while some travel the world just to find that one special person.

Each person has different indicators that a person is their soulmate; in your case, every mark your soulmate gets on his skin appears on yours, like a burn scar, bruise, or a cut. You didn't have the same moles, freckles, or birthmarks, and if he drew something on his skin, it wouldn't appear on yours; basically, anything that changes an area of the skin that can't be easily or instantly undone, will show up on your skin. Luckily, you couldn't feel the pain from it, you could only see it.

"Y/N, you're next," your group's makeup artist said to you, making you get up from the sofa. You sat on the chair, allowing her to work on your face while you listened to some music. After everyone in your group got ready, you went on stage. You were the leader of your group, so you had to talk before the performance.

-

Ateez had just finished performing and were currently watching your group from the TV in their waiting room while they had some refreshments.

Yeosang wasn't paying much attention as he was really tired... that was until he noticed the burn scar on your finger while you talked: it was the exact same burn scar as his that he got two days ago while helping Wooyoung cook. He got up from the chair, moving closer to the TV to check if it was really the same. He mentally cursed when you gave the mic to another member, cause now he couldn't see your hands anymore.

"What's wrong, Yeosang?" Hongjoong asked.

"Hyung, she has the same scar as me," he replied, showing the scar on his finger, shocking some of the members. "I'm not sure if it's exactly the same."

"Wait, wait, wait," Wooyoung took out his phone; he had already found his soulmate, so he was sure this was a sign. He immediately searched for images on Twitter. When he found a picture of a bruise that you had on your knee, he showed it to Yeosang. "Didn't you have the same bruise last month?"

Yeosang's eyes widened. "No way... this can't be true."

"You don't look very happy for someone who just found out who their soulmate is," Yunho commented.

"That's cause I'm not," Yeosang said through gritted teeth. "I hate this whole soulmate bullshit. I'd rather genuinely fall in love with someone than have the universe choose that someone for me."

None of the guys questioned Yeosang, knowing it was not the best time to talk to him about it; however, they really hoped he would change his mind soon.

-

After your group's performance ended, you all started filming for your behind the scenes content. Today, you all had a challenge to do: your six-member group was split into two teams, and one member from each team had to visit five other groups/soloists in the building to play a round of rock, paper, scissors, and the team who gets the least wins would face a penalty that would be shown on the next vlive. You and one of your members, Aeji, decided to volunteer for it.

After finishing the first four groups, you went to Ateez's waiting room which was at the end of the corridor. Aeji knocked on the door and Ateez's manager opened it. She explained what you both were here for, and he agreed to let you film with them.

You entered the room, bowing to the eight men.  "Hi! I'm Y/N and this is Aeji, we have a small challenge to do here. Could one of you play rock, paper, scissors with us?" You noticed how some of the boys glanced at Yeosang who was staring at your hands. As soon as you made eye-contact with Kang Yeosang, you felt something unexplainable in your heart, making you gasp in shock. Your vision became blurry and your head started spinning, making you clutch your head with your arms in hope of getting the spinning to stop.

"Y/N?! Y/N, are you all right?" you heard Aeji ask, but her voice seemed so far away.

Your head started spinning even faster, causing you to faint.

"Fuck!" Aeji kneeled down, putting your head on her lap while Ateez's staff got some water for you. They sprinkled some water on your face, but you didn't respond. "Oh god, what suddenly happened? She was fine minutes ago," Aeji mumbled to herself, but everyone heard her.

"Yeosang, do something," Wooyoung said. "Maybe she'll respond to you."

Aeji glanced at them in confusion.

"I'm not doing shit," Yeosang said. "You know I don't like this whole soul—"

"I'm sorry, but what are you guys talking about?" Aeji questioned.

"Y/N is Yeosang's soulmate," San stated, making the older man glare at him for exposing him.

Aeji's eyes widened. "Oh, is that so? Well, then do something, please. I don't know what made her faint."

"Well, from what I know, she passed out cause she has seen and been in the same area as Yeosang, but never realized he is her soulmate. The intensity of not knowing but being so close probably caused her to pass out," Hongjoong explained.

You could hear everything, but you just weren't able to open your eyes.

"Hyung, touch her cheek or something," Jongho suggested.

Yeosang hesitated for a few seconds before he sighed, kneeling beside you. He placed his hand on your cheek, gently cupping it, stroking your skin with his thumb. Even though he hated the whole soulmate thing, he couldn't deny that you were absolutely stunning; he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you.

Your eyes slowly opened, immediately landing on Yeosang's beautiful brown ones. Time seemed to have frozen at that moment, and your heart filled with happiness. It was obvious to you that he was your soulmate; you were thrilled about it as you always wanted to find your soulmate, and you always found Yeosang unique whenever you saw him at shows.

"I-I have to go," Yeosang murmured before standing up and leaving the room, leaving you confused. Why didn't he look happy?

-

"Kang Yeosang from Ateez is my soulmate," you told your members. They all were happy for you, except Aeji.

"Y/N, I don't think Yeosang is as thrilled as you," Aeji mumbled. "Jongho told me that Yeosang hates the whole soulmate thing."

"Oh, my brother hated all that too, but after he found his soulmate, he loved it," one of your members said with a small smile.

"Then let's hope Yeosang is the same, hmm?" Aeji said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You really hoped everything would go well.

-

"Um, hey, can we talk privately?" you asked Yeosang, standing outside Ateez's waiting room. He rolled his eyes, but followed you to the rooftop of the building.

You gave him a small smile. "So, uh—"

"Look, Y/N," he started in a cold tone. "I don't care if we're soulmates according to the universe or whatever shit it is. Neither do I want a soulmate, nor do I need one. I'd rather find someone who genuinely loves me for who I am, not because of some hideous so-called soulmate bond." You just kept quiet, unsure of what to say while your heart ached terribly. 

"So just move on, yeah?" he continued, staring at the clouds moving in the blue sky. "I'm sure you'll find someone who will genuinely love you." He glanced at you before leaving you all alone on the rooftop with a shattered heart.

You always wanted to find your soulmate. You wanted to experience being madly in love with the person you're fated to be with till death. But how could you do any of that when your soulmate doesn't even want you? You wondered how it was so easy for him to break your heart. Was your bond really that weak?

You sighed, blinking away the tears from your eyes. You can't and won't force your soulmate to love you back, so you should probably take his advice and try to move on.

-

"Wow, Yeosang, didn't know you were getting some action," San said with a smirk, confusing the man who had just finished showering.

"What are you saying?"

"No need to act oblivious, we all can see it," Wooyoung said.

"I pity our makeup artist," Seonghwa commented.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow.  "What the hell are you guys talking about?"

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "The hickey on your neck, obviously."

Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed. He checked his reflection in the mirror, eyes widening at the big hickey on his neck and one below his collarbone.

"It's on Y/N," Yeosang said through gritted teeth, feeling extremely annoyed and hurt. His heart ached terribly. He wanted to see you right now, but it was nearly impossible. Both his and your group's promotions ended two weeks ago, and there was no way he could meet you anywhere outside due to paparazzi. He didn't even have your number.

"You look... pissed," Jongho stated.

"Well, yeah, my soulmate is fucking another man," Yeosang spat before sitting on the large couch in the living room of the dorm, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

Yunho raised an eyebrow. "Do you expect her to wait for you when you literally told her to move on?" he asked in disbelief. "And now that she has, you're pissed? That's unfair."

Yeosang sighed, remembering every word he told you. He knew Yunho was right.

"I know, but... I just can't do this anymore. The bond is torturing me. A-And," his voice cracked as tears swelled up in his eyes. "I love her. I really love her, soulmate or not."

Wooyoung sat beside Yeosang, wrapping his arms around him, letting his bestfriend cry on his shoulder. Everyone could only hope it wasn't too late for Yeosang.

-

"Yeosang... it's been a week. You need to come out of your room," Seonghwa murmured, kneeling beside Yeosang's bed.

"I don't feel like doing that, hyung."

Seonghwa sighed. "We have to practice for the award show tomorrow. Our manager won't let you miss practice for the third time."

Yeosang groaned, putting his blanket over his head. "Can't I miss it? Can't our company say I'm sick?"

"Absolutely not," Ateez's manager said, entering the room. "You might win a big award tomorrow. And there's a large audience, you could draw a lot of attention. Besides, Y/N's group will be there." Yeosang instantly removed the blanket from his head at the mention of your name.

"She'll be there?"

"Yeah, the final lineup got confirmed an hour ago."

-

Yeosang leaned in close to Jongho. "When is our break?" he whispered in Jongho's ear.

Jongho groaned. "Hyung, this is the eighth time you've asked me that in less than half an hour."

Yeosang glanced at where your group was seated; unfortunately, one of your members was covering you, so he couldn't see you. He sighed, shifting his eyes back on the group that was currently performing while he tried his best to wait patiently.

As soon as all artists were given a break, he rushed to your group's waiting room. He found only half of your members there.

"Hello," he bowed. "Where is Y/N?"

"She's in the bathroom on the second floor."

Yeosang rushed there as fast as he could, ignoring the stares he was getting from other artists and staff.

"Y/N!" he yelled once he saw you leaving the bathroom, causing you to turn around.

Yeosang now stood right in front of you, panting from the run. Your heart raced at the sight of how ethereal your soulmate looked tonight, especially in his black suit and newly dyed black hair. He was absolutely stunning.

"Can we talk, please?" Yeosang asked anxiously, hope clear in his beautiful eyes.

You couldn't say no, even though you should've. You simply nodded your head, letting him drag you to the emergency staircase in the building.

You leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to. You noticed how he was fidgeting with his fingers while he leaned against the railing of the staircase.

"Are you okay?" you asked in concern. Your soulmate sighed, taking a few steps towards you.

"Can I hold your hand?" he questioned. When you nodded, he took your hands in his, gently rubbing circles on the back of it while he tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.

"I love you, Y/N," he confessed. "I just... can't stand the thought of you being with anyone else. It kills me to even think of it. I know I was a jerk before and I know you've moved on, but I—"

You cupped Yeosang's cheek before capturing his lips with your own, surprising him; he couldn't believe you were kissing him after everything he said. He kissed you back, his heart beating rapidly like yours. The soulmate bond between the two of you strengthened, causing a euphoric feeling.

You pulled away with a smile that grew wider when you saw how stunned and happy Yeosang was.

"I tried to move on," you explained. "But I couldn't. Not when my heart, my soul, belongs to you. I love you, Kang Yeosang."

Yeosang chuckled happily, leaning in to kiss you passionately. His heart swelled with happiness and he mentally thanked the universe for bringing the two of you together as soulmates.

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Hi Hi!!!! So I've been following your account for a little while now and I love every single comedy bomb you drop on what you write so I was wondering....

How would the boys react to their S/O who is usually reserved when at the lair, doing a full 180 when at April's? Like they could be April's roommate or something?....

Like crackhead energy, dishing out memes and vines and literally having a duel with Casey about leftovers in the fridge?... Yeah I know it's very specific 💀

I don't know.....the idea just popped into my head but I lack the creativity and comedy skills for that...so I was wondering if you could do something with this?.....

It's totally fine, if not 😁😁

This is... 100% me. I love this and I'm gonna pour my soul into it. Also I have started mentally referring to these as comedy bombs and I refuse to stop.

Also, I hope you don't mind that I wrote these in oneshot form instead of bullet points. It just made more sense for my brain.

TMNT Oneshots

The boys with a partner whose reserved at the lair but an absolute crack gremlin at home 🤣

Donatello

Donnie may have been a man of science, all logic and facts and numbers and things. But he absolutely believed that everyone had three separate faces, you were direct proof of that theory. While the purple terrapin had known you for nearly a year you’d only started dating a month ago and it shocked him that he was still uncovering new things about you. He loved it, sure, but it had a tendency to give him figurative whiplash.

He’d always known you to be calm and collected, maybe even a bit shy. He swore you’d explode if more than one person tried to talk to you at the same time. So it wasn’t an over exaggeration for him to say that your behavior at home nearly made him break his neck.

He was only there to help April fix a bug in her laptop and to confirm your next date, he was excited to see you since you’d had no contact in person for a week because of your schedules. Just lots of phone calls and exchanged text messages. You both missed each other like crazy and your roommate had neglected to inform you that your boyfriend was coming over.

Hers was already there and he was driving you up the wall, you’d never actually thought about committing a murder but Casey was pushing you very close to the edge of snapping. And he might as well have crane-kicked you off your cliff of patience and into the rushing river of “you little fucking shit I’m gonna piss on your grave” below. You hadn’t even heard Donnie come in through the window much less his conversation with April over her computer.

All you knew was that Casey had come parading into your room like a tyrant eating the leftovers in the fridge that you had specifically put your name on. That did it. Your eyes had skimmed over the top of your textbook to meet the asshole in front of you.

“Casey?”

He couldn’t speak through the mouthful he was trying to chew and grunted in pathetic response.

“Is that my cheeseburger?”

You’d never seen a living person imitate a pug’s facial structure so well, the man’s eyes bugged out of his head and he tossed the takeout box on your desk before turning and bolting out of your room. You followed about two steps behind with a bottle of shampoo in your hand. No, you weren’t entirely sure where you’d grabbed it from, all you knew was that it was your weapon. And it quickly became a very messy problem when it missed your target (Casey’s head) and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact.

You didn’t think you’d thrown it that hard.

“April April help help help helpppppppppppppp-'' The two on the couch had looked up during the chase throughout the apartment, Donnie was mostly curious at what Casey was screaming about. Not a lot usually made the guy make that noise. He was then distracted by April grabbing the laptop and passing it to him, she then clambered over his legs to sit behind him.

“YOU UGLY ASS CROISSANT! FUCKING PANINI HEAD- IT HAD MY NAME ON IT YOU DAFT AVACADO!”

Your boyfriend almost went vertical upon watching you tackle Casey to the floor and knee him in the groin. You shook the terrified man under you and slammed him a little harder into the rug.

“Touch my shit again and I’m gonna make the beaches of Normandy look like a goddamn family vacation.”

Then you climbed off of him and stood, brushing your disheveled t-shirt off with a huff. Donnie caught your attention and you raised your head to grin excitedly at him.

“Hi Dove! April didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you practically skipped over to the couch to peck him on the cheek, “I missed ya, are we still on for Saturday?”

He nodded in complete shock, his gaze flitting from you to Casey, who was still wheezing on the floor and clutching his dick.

“Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yep, Still good for Saturday. Uhm, completely unrelated question, where the hell did you learn to grapple like that?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, already walking to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies for the puddle of shampoo in the walkway.

“Just kinda picked it up I guess? I’ve watched you guys train enough.”

Leonardo

See, Leo had always known that you were hiding something from him. Be it your true personality or some deep dark secret. He wasn’t really in a rush to find out, you’d tell him when you were ready. The leader enjoyed your quiet disposition anyways, you gave good advice and liked to meditate with him, what more could he ask for? What more could he want?

Well, maybe if you got along better with his family, although he supposed that wasn’t your fault, you always had been a bit shy. Even six months into your relationship with him, Leo only hoped that you’d warm up to his brothers eventually. You seemed to do alright with Splinter, that was a plus for the situation. It wasn’t that you were mean or impolite to the others, you were just… avoidant. Distant, quiet, whatever word you wanted to use. You just didn’t seem comfortable at the lair.

He was excited that April had asked to host a game night though, maybe you’d come out of your shell (haha, see what I did there?) and socialize, even for a little bit. They’d all shown up a few minutes early to make sure April didn’t need help with anything, she’d assured them that everything was handled and made sure to inform Leo that you would be back shortly with Casey from your snack run. Mikey had joked that you’d ditched the get together to avoid them but they all knew it ran the possibility of not being a joke.

You unlocked the door and held it open so Casey could get inside without tripping himself before entering yourself and kicking your shoes off. Leo looked up to meet your eyes and you sent him a wild grin, your entire face lit up with amusement.

“Hi babes! Are you ready to get your ass kicked at Monopoly?”

All the poor turtle could do was nod.

“Good. I did grab drinks by the way, April there should be a mixer in the cooler bag, Donnie there’s some of that lemon lime stuff that you said you wanted to try, Mikey, orange crush as usual, Raph I tried to go for Dr. Pepper but they were out so I figured that root beer was a safe second. And Leo they had a new boba flavor that you haven’t had yet so I grabbed one. If you don’t like it then you can have mine, I just have the peach royal.”

Beverages were tossed and they were lucky that their surprise didn’t throw off their catching skills. You and April shared a quick word in the kitchen as you took your coat off and ran a hand through your hair.

After some arguments team captains were decided and Donnie nearly had a heart attack when you picked him instead of Leo or either of your friends. He even went so far as to point at himself to make sure you weren’t joking. You declared that while you loved your boyfriend his morals were too strong to be competitive, Donnie’s were not, he said so himself.

They were all surprised that you’d remembered that conversation.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that things started getting heated, you and Mikey were nearly jumping across the table at each other. And it visibly took all of your strength to not burst out laughing when he started yelling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

April and Casey were snorting into their arms as you got to your feet and walked towards the kitchen, making a poor attempt at climbing the appliance.

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

Raphael

Raph had always been under the impression that you were never really 100% yourself around him, he knew for a fact that you weren’t when you stayed over. He’d never seen someone so aggressively avoid someone, except himself of course. You were his partner of almost a year and it seemed like you were never going to let your true self shine. However you did seem to lighten up when you were alone with him, he supposed that was normal, but you may as well have been a pair of old earbuds that only work when you held them a certain way at the lair.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to change tonight, not given the text that Casey had sent him informing him of April’s recent breakup with whatever guy she’d been dating. So when he climbed in through the window and saw both you and Casey sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom he really didn’t think that the words out of your mouth would be-

“April you’ve got another twenty minutes of this then I’m ripping the door off the hinges!”

Casey shot you a look and you shrugged nonchalantly before getting to your feet and walking over to your confused boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry about this. Casey only texted you as a last resort if he needed someone to stop me from tearing the door off.”

Raph found that peculiar, “Uh, couldn’t he do it himself?”

The man in question looked up from his spot on the floor.

“Nah dude, they’re crazy. Last time I tried stopping them from doing something they nearly knocked my damn tooth out while screaming, and I quote, “If you put your hands on me I’m gonna fucking rip your face off” and quite frankly I don’t have the balls to test that.”

“No no dude, that’s valid. I wouldn’t either. Babe, why are you so-”

You raised an eyebrow at him over a glass of water, “Violent? I’m not Raph. These two just have little bitch feelings.”

He found it hard not to laugh at that and fifteen minutes later when you left his side to approach the door again it sent him reeling.

“This shit’s temporary April. You’ve got nice teeth and a fat ass, stuff your feelings down!”

Michelangelo

There would never be a time where Mikey wasn’t a prankster with you, it was just simply non-negotiable. You were cool with that and he was aware, he was also aware that no pranks were to be pulled at the lair. So he’d reign it in while you visited, just for a short while. But you’d never said anything about the apartment and Mikey was a creature of opportunity.

Unfortunately Leo talked him out of it and forced him not to pull anything while they visited. The leader was already on edge so when he walked in with the others following closely behind you were the first person to see him. Your eyes caught Mikey’s instantly and you might as well have been telepathic at that moment. But you took one look at Leo’s solid, angry face and seized your moment.

They weren’t at all ready for the scream.

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ DOG BITCH!”

And they also weren’t ready for Mikey’s response of, “It don’t bite.”

And Leo was not ready for the pillow that got whipped at his face at incredibly high speed.

“YES IT DO-”

So when Leo finally realized that they were yelling at him his mood did not improve at all and in fact declined sharply into a pit of “oh fuck”. And that was how you ended up on Mikey’s shoulder getting dragged away from any sort of repercussion for your actions.

These got a little short near the end but I hope you like 'em and I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind! 😁

-Mars 🌠