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hiccanna-tidbits · 2 years

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HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 1, DAY 1 - “LET’S BE PATHETIC TOGETHER” HIGH SCHOOL AU

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF HICCANNA MONTH Y’ALL!!! I’m starting this funky little event off with a bang, so here, have a funky little modern/high school AU one-shot to get you inspired :3

I tried writing Hiccup’s POV this time! Usually Anna comes more naturally to me, but for whatever reason I wanted to try writing Hiccup’s voice, since I identify a lot with him too. I think I did an okay job but idk XD I’m still getting used to his POV so don’t drag me too hard if I fucked it up lol

Also not me continuing to dump all my ADHD-related issues and insecurities onto Anna XD I mean, I have to deal with them SOMEHOW, and sometimes therapy doesn’t quite do the trick XD *proceeds to write about my self-insert/avatar being loved and appreciated despite being a fidgety mess*

OH, and credit to @ohlooksheswriting for Anna’s last name! I saw her use it in one of her fics (a Hiccanna one she wrote for me, actually!!!) and I liked it a lot better than what I used to use XD

Fic under the cut!

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Hiccup slides the AP chemistry textbook from his locker’s top shelf, grunting slightly under the weight. Together with three other textbooks and a wizened copy of Moby Dick (thank the gods his lit class is reading this, as he is now an expert on the several-decades-extinct trade of whaling), he one-handedly unzips his backback and begins the process of cramming everything in.

He can already feel how heavy that thing is going to feel on the way home. Great, another aching body part to add to the list.

He reaches up to touch his shoulder and makes a face. It still stings when he presses it. He pokes just under his eye and winces.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III looks truly pitiful right now. Like an utter failure. Maybe if he keeps his head hunched and speed-walks to the bus stop, no one will notice.

He starts planning the rest of his day in his head. His dad doesn’t get home until six, so that’s plenty of time to put some antiseptic and unassuming band-aids on. Also plenty of time to figure out and rehearse a non-embarrassing explanation for his condition. He’ll have to wear long sleeves tomorrow, but eh. It’s autumn, it won’t be that uncomfortable.

There are a number of Anna Runeardsen’s hoodies in his dresser. She’s terrible about remembering to grab them when she leaves, and she’s been coming over so long that he’s stockpiled quite the collection. Hiccup wonders idly if any would fit him.

Probably. He and Anna have nearly identical body types. If anything, her clothes might look a bit big on him, but no matter. He can manage.

He also wonders if she’d notice if he wore one tomorrow. One of the baggier ones would do an effective job of covering the worst of his banged-up body. With the hood pulled up, it’d even hide the icky-looking, discolored spots on his neck. He doubts she would mind, but it might be a bit awkward if she—

“Hey!”

Hiccup slumps against the row of lockers, suppressing a hiss of pain as his bruised shoulder bangs into the metal. Gods, no. Anything but this.

Hiccup has hoped for many years that the most mortifying moment of his life will always be the end-of-5th-grade barbecue, when he requested condiments on his hot dog and zoned out in the middle of the question (it wasn’t his fault—he saw an interesting lizard nearby and had to mentally determine the species). Being the guy who wanted “a sausage with condim” isn’t something middle schoolers forget in a hurry.

As it turns out, this might take the cake instead.

“Heeeey, Anna!” He swings his backpack onto him and shuts his locker, turning to grin at her. He knows hiding behind his locker door would only arouse suspicion—or worse yet, get him a tight hug from behind that makes the battered state of his tiny twig form all the more apparent.

She’s leaning on the wall a few lockers down, understatedly charming as usual. Floral print t-shirt, jean shorts, magenta jacket, back braids wrapped into a bun, radiant grin. It’s a comforting image—and for a moment, the myriad of injuries hurt a little less.

A lot had changed about Anna over the years, but her smile always stayed the same. Hiccup doesn’t have a lot of constants in his life, but the charismatic sunshine ginger who no one ever expects a loser like him to be best friends with is one of them.

“My god.” Her latest rant begins as soon as the greetings are finished, as is customary. “Did you know Picasso tried to steal a statue? Like, a whole freaking statue?” She slaps a locker for emphasis. “Everyone thinks he tried to steal the Mona Lisa, but that was some other dude who tried to frame him. But when the cops got him, he was flipping out because he knew he had all these statues he wasn’t supposed to. I have no idea how my art teacher knows any of this, but she said—hey, what happened to you?”

She frowns, striding toward him. Oh no.

It’s not that he doesn’t want Anna’s sympathy. He doesn’t mind her fussing over him—at least someone does. It’s just that it has to be humiliating for her, continuing to associate with a guy who can’t take a punch very well.

She reaches for him, trying to brush her fingers against the bruise circling his eye. He shrinks away.

It’s an instinctual withdrawal. Rationally speaking, he would love to lean into her hand and feel any variety of gentle touches. It’s a fucking stupid thing to let happen, though—like shooting a line of coke right before the entire coke house immediately packs up and moves themselves and their drugs to the next city over, never to be seen again.

Because the truth is that guys like him don’t get to be touched by girls like her. Bubbly, vibrant, half a foot taller. Anna probably sees him like an annoying twin brother—an unflattering mirror. All of her worst traits, reflected right back at her.

“I…fell!” He says brightly, putting on his most convincing grin. “They were…mopping the stairs right when I needed to go down, and uh, oh boy did I pay dearly for it. This, um, this school really needs better safety precautions, eh? Like how hard is it to find a ‘Slippery When Wet’ sign—”

“Hiccup, people don’t get black eyes from falling.” She cuts him off with a glare.

“Yes they do!” he retorts, although admittedly with little conviction. “I hit my head on the railing. It was very painful.” He rubs his temple to emphasize.

“Is, uh…is that why you have bruises all over your arms? And your nose is bleeding? And your face is all scabby? And your hair’s messed up?”

“It was a bad fall.”

He does his best to sound casual, but he doubts it’s successful. He laughs nervously, and Anna crosses her arms.

“So I’m supposed to buy that whatever actually happened is somehow more embarrassing than looking like you got run over by a train after…falling?”

His cheeks heat up. On second thought, this is much worse than the 5th grade barbecue. “Oh, gods. Is it really that bad?”

Anna bites her lip. “I mean, it’s not awful. Sure, you look like you were in one of those mob movies, and a bunch of gangster guys cornered you in the alley and went to town on you because you owed some guy in a suit 4000 dollars, and your eye looks like someone really messed up the eyeshadow and called it a day, and your hair looks like you’ve been living in the Jumanji game for 5 years—”

“Anna.”

“Right!” She smacks the locker again, as if to physically cut herself off. “Not helping. Anyways, you want to tell me what actually happened, or do I have to spend the next, like, week worrying about your…” She gestures abstractly. “Hand-eye coordination?”

He lets out a deep, defeated sigh. The last thing he needs is to worry Anna even more than he already does.

“I didn’t get Josh Fuller’s homework done in time. He told me he’d pay me 20 bucks for it—and I mean I agreed, because why throw away good money? But I had so much other crap to do, and he cornered me in the courtyard with his football buddies, and…” He rubbed his cheek, still stinging from where it ground into the pavement. “His right hook isn’t half bad.”

“Asshole.” Anna’s lips tighten, hand drawing into a fist. “Where the hell is he?! I swear I’ll—”

“At practice. What, you’re going to walk out in the football field and punch the linebacker?”

“Don’t tempt me!”

“Pretty sure he’d just snap me in half with one hand and snap you in half with the other.”

“Don’t give him so much credit! Punzie tells me the cheer team sees him benched half the time. I could totally take him.”

Hiccup sighs. This girl really is going to end up in the hospital one of these days. He only hopes he’ll be around to hold her back if she gets an especially ill-advised idea.

“Oh, speaking of Punzie, though!” She saunters over and grabs his arm—between the bruises, thank the gods. “We should go find her! She’s always carrying around those wet wipes and hand sanitizers and stuff. She can probably get you cleaned up, at least.”

She starts to drag him away, but Hiccup grinds his feet into the tile floor. “Anna, you don’t—you don’t disinfect cuts with hand sanitizer. You know that, right?”

Anna stops, blinking. “Oh. Right. Yeah, that’d be stupid.” She slaps a hand to her head. “Ugh. I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, my brain’s at like 50% charge.”

“Completely understandable. That’s high school for you.”

To his dismay, Anna attempts to resume the dragging. “Well, I’m sure she’ll have something. She’s always got ibuprofen and nausea meds and whatnot—she’s gotta have other first aid stuff.”

“Anna. Seriously.” He gives her a pleading look. “Don’t bother Rapunzel. She’s probably in the middle of…I don’t know. Giving some important speech to the Student Council.” Anna opens her mouth to protest, but Hiccup shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. I promise. It doesn’t even hurt that bad, it’s just…” He heaves a deep sigh. “More embarrassing that anything. Like a big flashing red light that says ‘Look at me! I’m a wimp!’”

Although he gets a snicker out of her, her smile quickly fades. She lets out a defeated huff, slumping onto a row of lockers and taking him with her.

Her hand is still on his arm. He really should not be enjoying that as much as he is.

He studies the ceiling—made of those holey, Styrofoam-looking tiles and shining bleakly in harsh, florescent white light—and for a moment, he and Anna aren’t surrounded by teenagers anymore. They’re back in an elementary school hallway, hiding in some alcove and hoping they can stay out of everyone’s way.

Their grade school peers had not thought particularly highly of them. They had their fair share of recess hair-pulling, tripping, tag-team taunting. Anna was the fidgety, loud one—the one who couldn’t keep her mouth shut at the best of times, and often as not got the whole class in trouble for it. It didn’t help that the things that came out of her mouth were so bizarre and off-the-cuff that it only took half a day of kindergarten (maybe less) for her to get written off as the “weird kid.”

Hiccup hadn’t fared any better. He was the nerd, the dweeb, the geeky loser, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Teachers sometimes made an example out of his assignments, gushing about what a good, hard worker he was, but all that ever did was get him sneered at for being a brown-nosing teacher’s pet. When he wasn’t all that, he was “the kid with the weird leg.”

Anna always liked the prosthetic. She said it looked like a cool robot leg, and speculated about gritty cyberpunk futures where he could yank part of it off and have it double as a machine gun.

Despite everything, they’ve always had each other. Hiccup can’t even begin to explain how grateful he is for that.

Things got better in high school. They met Rapunzel and Jack and Fishlegs and Merida and the twins and all the others. Their friend group got bigger, and they found that not everyone their age was put off by their strangeness. Outright dicks like Josh Fuller were few and far between—at least compared to middle school.

For a while, they watch kids walk by, shouting and laughing and yanking on their friends’ backpacks. A couple of freshmen jump up and try to touch the ceiling, only to trip and nearly fall flat on their faces.

That cheers Hiccup up. Only a little, he swears.

“You know…” Anna speaks up after a while. “Erin Morris called me a bimbo in class today.”

Hiccup turns to frown at her. “She did?”

“Yeah.” She smiles weakly. “The teacher called on me and asked me to do the next part of the trig problem, and my mind had kinda been wandering a bit, so like…I said I didn’t know. And Erin told me I was such a bimbo. I think she was joking, but I also…don’t think she was?”

Hiccup opens his mouth and shuts it again, unsure what to say.

She continues before he has the chance. “I got my test back in AP history. C-. Travis Palmer still sits behind me, and I guess he saw, because I heard him whispering to someone about how he has no idea how I’m still in that class.”

“I—”

“I was really restless in lit class.” Anna goes on, ruthless. “I kept squirming around because I couldn’t get comfortable, not matter what I tried—oh, and I think I was doing the leg-shakey thing, too. Anyways, Mrs. Acosta got all pissed and yelled at me in front of the entire class because I was being a ‘huge distraction’ or whatever.”

“Anna, that’s—”

“Punzel was raving to me at lunch about some genius girl in her chemistry class.” Hiccup should know by now that he’s not going to get a word in edgewise. “Zoey Juarez or something? She’s kept an A all year. Punz says she’s on her way to becoming a biochemical engineer and ‘totally fixing the environment’ or something. And sometimes I wonder why she keeps me around when she could hang out with people like that.”

Hiccup narrows his eyes, baffled what her endgame is. “Is—is any of this supposed to make me feel better? Because all I’m gathering is that we’re both pathetic.”

“So…” She leans in, gripping his arm harder as a devilish smirk dances across her face. “Let’s be pathetic together.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Will that help?”

“Uh, yeah.” Anna snorts. “Misery loves company? Duh.”

“You don’t have to drag yourself through the dirt to make me feel better about myself, you know.”

“Oh, I don’t have to!” She smiles brightly. “The rest of the school is already doing it for me!”

As he frowns, she lets out a sigh.

“Look, you…you don’t have to be this tragic action hero who bears your pain alone and goes to like…brood on a mountainside and stare at the horizon. It’s not this like, I don’t know, terrible burden you have to deal with on your own. You’ve still got me.”

He looks over her—bright, lively, stubborn as shit. The one who always was happy to do the talking when he didn’t want to. He probably doesn’t deserve a friend like her. Who does?

“Frankly, I’m a little surprised you still want to be associated with all…” He waves his hands up and down abstractly. “…this.”

“You…just gestured to all of you.”

“I’m aware.”

“Well, anyways, I could say the same for you wanting to associate with me.” She shrugs. “Point is, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’m the garbage to your dumpster. The sewage to your rusty drainpipe. The moldy bread to your stale Cheetos.”

“Anna—”

“The great pacific garbage patch to your hole in the ozone layer. The nuclear waste to your abandoned and collapsing military outpost.”

“Anna, I don’t think this is helping—”

A few students send strange looks their way. Anna raises her voice, unable to be deterred. “The soggy cardboard box to your dingy alleyway! The plastic solo cup to your dysfunctional frat house!”

Hiccup is spluttering, at a loss for how to form coherent sentences. Let it never be said that Anna Runeardsen does not commit to the bit.

“Look, all that to say…” She gives his arm a couple squeezes, and he hopes she can’t see the heat rising to his cheeks. “We’re a team. Maybe one that people don’t usually like very much, but we still have each other’s backs. If you go down, I go down. Simple as that.”

He looks over her, clutching onto him like she never wants to let go, and feels a rush of gratitude. For all her moments of chaos and weirdness and rash decisions, she’s his rock. She always has been.

“You’re the rock and I’m the lichen.”

As soon as he says it he realizes how stupid it sounds. Anna snorts, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, come on! I mean sure, I’m the secretly super tough one who everyone overlooks because I seem all ordinary and boring, but you’re too pretty to be lichen.”

“I’m many things, Anna, but I assure you I’m not pretty.”

“You’re more like moss,” she declares, ignoring the assessment.

Hiccup gives her a baffled look. “Moss?”

“Y’know. Adaptable, resilient, also super tough. But also really pretty. You see it and you’re like…calmed. It’s like ‘oh, okay, there’s moss here, everything’s going to be fine.’ Like if you go somewhere and there’s a bunch of moss it feels like it can’t be so bad. I guess in some weird, primordial, ancient way, you kind of feel like you’re…home?”

It’s an odd thing to say, but Hiccup gets the distinct impression it’s supposed to be a compliment. Anna isn’t the most delicate with her words, even when she’s trying to be kind.

It’s not as though she’s entirely wrong. Sometimes when Anna’s at her most anxious, his even-tempered rationality is her lifeline.

(At least, what he likes to think is his even-tempered rationality. His view of himself tends to be unfairly aggrandizing or absolutely abysmal, depending on the day.)

He chuckles. “Well, in that case, I’d love to be your moss.”

She grins triumphantly, jerking him a little as she bounces on her feet. At the moment, Anna Runeardsen is shining at least four thousand times brighter than anything else in that lifeless, gray-and-white hallway.

He really wishes he could grow the balls to properly ask her out. Maybe by the time senior prom rolls around.

“Hey, so…” She rubs the back of her head with the hand not currently gripping his arm. “I heard some new episodes came out from that one show you’re really into. You know, the one with the dinosaurs that can shoot beams out of their eyes and the time-traveling wizard? Forget the name.”

“Oh! Velocilasers!” He nods eagerly. “Yeah, half of Season 5 just dropped this morning.”

“You want to come to my place and binge them?” She hooks her arm in his and leads him toward the front lobby. “I don’t know when my parents will be home, but I can fry up those frozen crab cakes you like.”

She looks worried, as she often is when it comes to cooking. Nonetheless, her blue eyes are as genuine as he’s ever seen them. However the food turns out, it’s clear she’s planning on throwing her entire heart and soul into it—and that’s more than enough for him.

The tension, stress, and crippling mortification drains out of him with each step, her hand on his skin seeming to brush it all away. He smiles, realizing that the scrapes and bruises aren’t bothering him anymore.

“I’d love that.”

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sunspira · 2 years

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I get you trying to give the benefit of the doubt to teacupballerina, but unfortunately I must tell you that they’ve been around for years, and they most certainly are old enough to understand why it’s wrong, they just don’t think it is. Also aging up minors is still pedophilic behavior so it really doesn’t give them a pass just bc Blossom is “older”, the fact that the thought even crossed their mind to ship goddamn Aku with the around-preschool-age Blossom is disturbing.

I kinda agree with you on that. For me it is more upsetting the older the user is.

I admit when checking their art I assumed they saw the episodes with the grown up PPG characters, got attached to them as sort of new separate characters of their own and kind of ran with it. I also assumed the artist was younger and transitioning out of their childhood media stage. Those two things combined I guess I don’t love it or hate it! Just a “for my comfort let’s not interact please” sort of deal. But I’m realizing the circumstances are or could be lot different from that. And suddenly it’s all colored in a more sinister way. I don’t know the person and I don’t really want to. But I definitely find the way you’re describing it upsetting and would be passing more “fuck this person” hard judgement if I knew it was for sure

The reason the artists age matters for me. And I’m sorry if this is just a me thing. But when teens who are 17, 18, 19 ish and age up a cartoon character I think that has much more to do with the artist coming to terms with their own adolescence and aging. making a character (especially one from their childhood) who was a kid in the canon media now match their own current age. A lot of that whole thing seems very personal and self-reflective and not pedophilic because the character is just an extension of the artist. Tho I .. wouldnt want to see them making sexual content with that aged up character tho. :C I’ve just never felt good about porn of that age up even when I was like 19, 20 myself and the PPG would be especially bad for me.

But yea When older people do it into their more mentally developed 20s it does feel a lot more pedophilic in nature to me. Especially when that’s an age where you now have so many other characters in media who are already adults to choose from. There’s no need.

But that’s my bias and my perspective may be limited. I’m sure anyone who was abused by an 18 year old when they were a kid would Not see that art as innocent and that’s fine. But it doesn’t come off as suspect or upsetting to me when a late teens person does it. Early 20s can be fine too or have good intentions where the whole aged up thing is so normalized on the Internet in some circles and therefore seems normal to them and seems detached from anything child-like in their mind. i would just encourage that person that yea it’s a time to start moving away from that. Especially for those adult themes. The world of adult media is really good anyway.

Also a lot of my eh response was just thinking they got attached to the idea of older blossom from the show and started building an a whole new character and au around her (again especially as like a self insert type thing). Idk if it’s harmless or not but these are not evil intentions and I can appreciate the importance of intent

But yea you’re right. there like a real possibility where they may have just decided to take . Baby blossom and then just immediately turn that into older blossom for sexual reasons. Which is so disturbing and i didn’t even think of that. It’s a lot more shallow and transparent as like a pedophilic thing. Rather than a freshly turned adult creative project with good intentions based on their fave show as a kid when being a kid was a year or so ago.

Does that make sense? Feels like there could be so many reasons for that behavior, some sinister and some just a stage of maturity thing. So I only have torn feelings, not total condemnation but definitely general discomfort. And regardless at my age Im not a fan of it and just want to avoid anything like that and anyone making it lol so. I deleted the reblog from that user and reblogged it from someone else.

Maybe I’m making this is overly complicated but I really really try to be fair and give everybody the benefit of the doubt with matters of reputation and accusation. it means a lot to me. If it helps to understand, a lot of trauma in my childhood revolves around harassment and constant allegation and dishonesty and a prevailing feeling of being monitored or watched to slip up, feeling judged and labeled (always in the least charitable ways possible), jumped conclusions, explosive fighting, alienation trauma and the like. I have zero CSA trauma so it’s not raw and personal to me. But if you do, I do sympathize and I respect you for having a hard stance on these things! That makes sense and you should stick to your guns and boundaries. I have trauma around family relationships disintegrating into … just stuff I don’t want to think about enough to get the words for. But it’s the escalating back and forth that upsettingly enough resembles the kind of fall out people can have on both sides in these really serious issues or discourse or debate, for total lack of a better word. So I just try really hard to see where everyone might be coming from and try not to get involved, beyond presenting some different possibilities from different sides. It’s the place I feel safest and happiest and most saved from those times as a kid I wish had never happened and I wish I could have disappeared from. Sorry about that :(

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galaxies-unknown-a · 2 years

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☀ OCs

[Send a ☀ along with a roleplay related topic to hear my thoughts on it. Ask me anything!]

This got long, so... Under the read more it goes!!!

OCs are Canons, and Canons are OCs- there are some that are just too edgy or too sappy for my taste, and some that rub me the wrong way... But, beyond self-inserts, I used to RP OCs a freaking lot on Tumblr- so I'm never against interacting with fellow OC RP'rs. I love seeing the things others come up with!

I will, however, admit that I’ve grown tired of OCs that are just ‘OP for no reason’ or complete edgelords- and by that, I mean OCs that were just built to suffer, all they have is suffering, all they do is suffer. There’s more to characters than suffering. But, I’m one to talk since I love making ships for comfort purposes.

Since I know what it’s like to be turned away/ignored a lot as an OC RP’r (mostly past stuff, but still happens now when I compare how much attention my canons get compared to my OCs), I try my best to be as unbiased as possible when vetting new blogs. I want others to know that I am just as if not more interested in OCs than I am in Canons.... So long as I like their history/personality/etc., but sometimes, things just don’t jell™, y’know?

Of course, I try to view this in the same light as I do Canons. This is why I don’t like RP’ing with folks who don’t have an About page.- Because if I have to have an About for my OC, I sure as fuck better be getting an About from your Canon. Even if you want to claim the wiki of your fandom... Your portrayal of the Canon character is, in fact, an OC. Sure, they have the same name- sometimes the same history- but in the end, a Canon RP’r is just as OC as an OC RP’r- because interpretation matters.

I personally think that, for everyone on Tumblr, it’d be a good experience to RP as both at least once- an OC and a Canon- so they can understand both perspectives. As an OC RP’r, it’s difficult to get content rolling because no one knows your character, and there aren’t many (that I’ve seen) who’re willing to try to get to know your character. As a Canon, it’s easy to get content rolling (most of the time), but people may not bother trying to know your interpretation/respecting your boundaries on shipping/relationships/aus/etc.-- both sides deal with issues, no one’s perfect, and no one’s demonic.

Of course, for those who are more established as a Canon or OC, it’d be best to not promote your Canon/OC on the more established blog, so you can feel the full experience. It’s... Kinda shitty.

I don’t reach out to a lot of folks when I really should, so I really have no place to say this, but...

I know what it’s like to be an OC RP’r. I remember spending WEEKS on headcanons and world building and powers and weaknesses... And never getting a single note.

I know what it’s like to be a Canon RP’r. People just threw ships at me without ever asking ahead of time, made random assumptions about my muse without asking, flooded me with notifs at all hours (which was nice but also scary since I wasn’t used to it XD).

But this was about OCs, not OCs and Canons. Essentially, I try to view them the same. I don’t RP with OCs (or Canons) that feel like they’d do bad things to my mind or annoy me. I try to treat OCs with the same respect I do as Canons. I RP’d them a lot more in my younger years, but I still RP a few to this day. I respect those who still stick with OCs- especially if it’s been for many years- because they have a kind of determination I can’t find in most places.

To any OC RP’rs following me (if you even read this), thank you for making your character. I hope you know that I love and respect your abilities in crafting a character from the ground up, and that I’m proud of you for sticking around. Keep up the chaotic work, fellow nutcases.

#[personality quizzes: asks]#[fanfiction author: mun]#[-*this got away from me~*-]#[-*I have--- so many thoughts on OCs and whatnot*-]

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musingartblog · 10 months

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The death deal (bad sans au self insert)

this was suppose to be a comic but im too lazy rn

tw death talk,suggestive humor

The sun was the most welcoming vison for the human.

Skies glowed it’s shade of orange as the sun slowly set onto the horizon.Being stuck inside the castle doing chores and odd jobs almost made V forget that there was a whole multiverse right outside the place.They simply sat on the grassy hill,feeling the warmth seep into their skin,when was the last time they felt this sort of peace? That was simply a question they weren’t sure of,this sense of calmness scared them deeply.

Softly shifting of grass alerts the human,turning their attention to the glitchy skeleton that was walking up behind them,their posture tensed as their eye met his.Strings tangled under his grip,softly swaying against the wind,the only noise between the two.

“wondered where you went off to” he finally spoke up,arms cross against his chest,”thought you’d tried to escape this hellhole”

“like I have anywhere to go” they dryly spoke,though they turn their head away back into the sky,”sorry,I just wanted to get some time out here”

Error moves next to the other,”hm,I don’t certainly blame you,if I had to look at purple all day everyday I’d lose my mind too”

This does get a soft chuckle from V,”better than beings stuck in a tiny house,seeing the same half painted walls”

Things go quiet for a bit,Error eyes the human and ponders,the only thing he knows about V is that they were working with the star sanses and then quit,allowing Nightmare to kidnap them and use them for information against the other team.That’s something he doesn’t really think too hard about but it’s rather the rest of time they’ve spent in the castle.

There was no need to torture them for information,threaten them or anything,they simply spilled whatever information they knew---and they knew a lot,perhaps things he wish he didn’t know.

This carelessness,this dissociation from one’s self,the emptiness in one’s eyes screamed something familiar,something that shakes the monster to his soul,it was strangely frightening to see such a thing in a human.Just an average human,not a Frisk,not a Chara,just some random human they found and took out of their AU.

He frankly doesn’t understand what Ink sees in this human.

“are we heading off soon?” They asked.

“yeah yeah” His voice drifts off,”I’ve just got one thing on my mind”

“why are you here?”

This naturally confuses them,”because Nightmare took me..?”

“no,I mean why are you alive?” He states more firmly,looking down at them,”I see it in your eye,death has consumed your soul”

Not much of a reaction comes from the human,quiet as a mouse to put it simply,the setting sun brightens their skin but their eyes speak of the dead,”read me like a book,I’ve never wanted death more than I do now”

“Then what’s stopping you?” He prods,”scared of the inevitable darkness?”

They pluck out some of the grass beneath them,”no,not really,I don’t think, suicide doesn’t see like a great way to go out”

“so..you’re waiting for someone to kill you?” he raises a brow at that thought.

“I guess,I kinda thought that’s what Nightmare was going to do” V explains,twirling the grass blades under their fingertips,”I do really want to die but I rather go out in a grand way”

Curious by the human’s thoughts,he moves to sit down next to them,seeing their eyes widen with surprise,the first real expression he’s seen from their green eye.

“my interest is peaked” Error repiles.

“well,dying in a explosion seems pretty generic,uh I’ve never really thought too much to it” They tap their chin and brushed their hair away to reveal the new eyepatch,black with a purple moon symbol,”maybe…maybe I dunno get a handjob from Reaper?”

Error looks at them flatly,”I’m sorry what?”

“I don’t know!” they quickly tried to backtrack,curling up on themselves,their expressions becoming more wilder,”it’s—it’s just something I guess?”

The glitch shakes his head,”that’s…certainly a way to go,good luck trying to attempt that,Reaper is quite finicky on who lives and who dies”

Error sighs as he uses his hand to support his chin, seemly irritated bringing up the deathly skeleton.V looks over the form of the glitch,slight eyebrow raised,they open their mouth but slowly closed it in a attempt of uncertainly, hesitating before saying.

“did you want to die to Error?”

He doesn’t move but there was a notable shift in his eyes,”yeah but it doesn’t work,I’ve tried”

“you’ve tried?”

“pretty much,I’m pretty much like a cockroach,too stubborn to die” He waves it much off.

Though he pauses,”then again,haven’t really dealt with crazy explosion”

V hands fidgeted,”..perharps…there might be something that can be done”

“what are you going on about?”

“think about it” they spoke up,”you want to die but are too strong to,I want to die but in a grand way,we should die together”

“die together?” he seems completely taken aback considering what he knows of this human,”seems like your scared to die alone”

“maybe but it is a idea isn’t it?” they asked,their eyes strangely lit up while explaining it.

Even though he’s barely known this human,this idea was sort of appealing to him,dying in a grand way which certainly will kill him,how could he turn down such an offer? Besides the human that was sitting next to him,the orange lightening shining down on them,making them strangely angelic,an angel of death so to speak.

“heh it’s quite the idea kid,I’m certainly for it” he spoke to the human.

V’s eye lit up once more,”so i-it’s like a promise?”

“I don’t do promises” he remarks,”but I do deal,so how about it? Neither of us try to die unless we’re together”

“deal!” They exclaim,holding out their hand to shake,followed by a long awkwardness as V realized and quickly retracts their hand,”s-sorry right,my bad”

After that long and strange grim conversation,Error forced himself to stand up, stretching out his back,feeling his spine pop,”well it was a nice chat,let’s head back before Nightmare tracks us down and strangles us both”

“right” V shoots up from their spot,”Nightmare said I was suppose to help this Horror person with dinner”

“may god have mercy on your soul” he remarked as he opened a portal.

And so the deal was made,a deal that would set these two on quiet the adventure of a life time.

#self insert #error sans #bad sans au #fanfic #tw ask to tag #muse's art

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arguablysomaya · 3 years

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not to bother you but do you by any chance have any more batfam fic recs? i read all the ones you recommended already and now im starved for content lmao

np lmao i have prepared for this

Just a friendly kidnapping by @Ceciliedr

Jason decides drastic measures are in order, when his workaholic little brother refuses to take a day off. Tim is going on vacation whether he wants to or not.

As always the bat’s antics confuse the hell out of the team. Especially since Red Hood is officially a highly dangerous wanted criminal.

cryptid bats are such a good trope

And the Scene Slips Away (To the Evenness I Fake) by @ Kirazalea

One mistake is all it took to force Jason back into the wonderful world of the Wayne family. Now publicly and legally alive once more, he's forced to spend the next two weeks of his life stuck in the Manor with the whole family. This leads to several strengthened relationships and the realization that maybe he's missed a few things over the years. Things that he's now determined to get to the bottom of.

Also known as the "Tim comes out to his family, the public finds out Jason Todd is actually alive, Jason finds out about Mirage and Tarantula, and they all are confronted with the fact that dealing with public relations as millionaire superheroes is actually The Worst (though not necessarily in that order)" Frankenstein of a fic that nobody asked for but I'm giving you anyways

*insert crying noises* this bad boy can fit so much emotion in it

American Ninja Worrier by @DangerBeckett

It's just like Tim to give a poor college student a start in the business world. Kid's a bleeding heart, and usually, that's the sort of thing Jason avoids at all costs. He prefers his bleeding hearts on the literal side, and despite Bruce's best efforts, he's never had a head for business.

Unfortunately, though, this time the business is ninjas, and that's the sort of thing that makes Jason take notice. Because Bruce is useless, and someone's gotta make sure Tim's new internship program doesn't take down all of Gotham.

That's Jason's job, after all.

most accurate tim drake i’ve ever read, added bonus of being fucking hilarious

the art of turning a bed into a home by @ anaksemuabangsa

“We’ll feel better if we sleep in the same place,” Dick reasons, shifting the blankets and piling them on top of a stiff Tim. “When I was smaller, every time Bruce caught me having a nightmare, he used to stay with me until I fell asleep again,” he continues.

In which Bruce's kids develop a habit fit for princes and princesses.

(Somebody get them to sleep, please.)

the whole good habits series is pog asf but this one is my personal favorite. it’s so fluffy ;-;

“Get out of my room.” by @damthosefandoms

Dick likes to mess with his little brother. Jason enjoys being a little shit to his older brother. Everyone always says they’ll get along when they get older. They’re not so sure about that.

hands down the most realistic sibling relationship i’ve ever seen. fulfills my headcanon that dick and jason are just like me and my little brother. Also check out Older SIblings: A Plague on Our Society by the same author bc LMAO

Young Justice Visit the Suez Canal by @charleswaterloo

There is an enormous container ship called the Ever Given stuck in the Suez Canal. Young Justice is on the case. During their short adventure, they also: make a massive sand sculpture, enjoy some fanfiction and unblock the Suez Canal. Not in that order. * ‘I am thinking,’ Tim said, with extreme calm, ‘That you have made something that looks like a very large penis when viewed from above.’

‘It’s a dick and balls, yeah.’ Bart said without embarrassment. ‘It’s poetic! I’m ending the journey like it started.’ * ‘Did you -’ Dick began, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. ‘Did you really tell him to at least “make the shaft bigger”? Bart told Wally and he told me but I have to know if it’s true, Tim. My life depends on it.’

you remember that boat that ended capitalism for like a week? yeah.

contagious by @Valkirin

In a happier Gotham where Robin insisted on bringing his new brother Jason home from patrol, the second Robin is dosed with Poison Ivy's cuddle pollen and finds their personal photographer.

an alternate take on tim joining the family that is much more happy

Whatever it is that brothers do by @ididloveyou_once

Jason’s fairly certain his evening plans hadn’t included playing nursemaid for a reckless, self-sacrificing and frustratingly stubborn vigilante. Not to mention that said vigilante was his dumb fucking brother.

Or: Nightwing is badly injured and Hood’s the only one around to help.

*melty noises* they care about each other...........

Way Down, Hadestown

In which Damian's dead and Tim has lost one too many people to accept that.

Platonic Orpheus-Eurydice not-AU set after Damian's canonical death (that I am still deeply bitter about). Likely throws Wonder Woman canon right out of the window.

*melty noises intensity* THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER TO THE FUCKING GRAVE also the lore is cool as hell in this one

the entire Grade School series by KagSesshlove

Imagine that Damian goes to a regular school full time. And has to do things that normal grade-schoolers have to do. This is his life now: pretending to be a normal 10 year old at school all for the sake of the public. But, honestly, the public would rather he not.

fucking hilarious series, i especially like My Family by Damian Wayne

i have so many more LMAO

#batfam #fic rec #batfam fic rec #batfam fanfiction #dc comics #batman #batman fanfiction #batfamily #dc #dcu #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #batkids

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— Midnight Friend

synopsis: when faced with reality, a midnight friend is highly recommended to deal with the overwhelming side effects of existential crisisTM.

pairing: stranger!soobin x gn!reader.

word count: 750+ hehe

genre: strangers to lovers au (this is like the five hundredth one i’ve written i know), fluff.

warnings: reader has trust issues ? lots of personality inserts, super unrealistic, love at second sight.

authors note: i wrote this literal years ago but it’s not that bad tbh… right?

also this is super duper self-indulgent i fear. not reflective of me currently but yes, this concept is v much what past me would fantasize sorry,,

You don’t normally do this. It was 2:30 am, but you couldn’t sleep. All this anxiety you had was causing a mental breakdown, and you needed a change of scene. You looked like a mess but that didn’t bother you. You threw on a sweater and headed out. You decided to go to the gas station since it’s the only thing open 24/7 in your town.

You were roaming the place, when a row of chocolates caught your eye. Picking up your favorite flavor, you headed to the cashier.

“$2.75 please.“

That’s when you realized you had completely forgotten your money at home. Luckily, the man behind you gently spoke, “here, I have some spare money.”

You turned around to meet the lovely smooth voice who happened to be accompanied by a cute, shy smile. You thanked him for the money, as he flashed you another warming smile.

Walking out of the station with your chocolate in your hands, you thought it wasn’t time for you to go home yet. You drove around for a while, admiring the scenery. Your mindless driving led you to the local park. You snapped back to reality and thought for a moment, before getting out of the car to take a walk.

Walking around, you felt peaceful as the breeze was nice and your face felt light. You saw a few people, but you could faintly recognize this one person. He was looking out to the sea, his hands resting on the iron separating the land and water. You wondered why he seemed familiar, but as you approached him, it hit you. He was the guy from the gas station. He noticed your presence behind him and turned around to meet your own eyes looking at his.

“Oh hey, you’re the person from the gas station?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool seeing you again.”

“It must be fate” he joked. But you both felt it. It was fate. There was a connection.

The two of you sat down on a nearby bench together.

“So what are you doing out this late?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I think I needed an escape from my suffocating house.”

“This view is much prettier, right?” He said, pointing at the sky, fixing both of your attention up. You turned to look at the stars and smiled.

“And you? Why are you here?”

“Life’s been strange recently. I’m not sure what exactly is wrong, but something is off. I was hoping some late night contemplation could help me find some answers.”

You two went back to a comfortable silence, the both of you thinking. You’re not one to open up, usually. Your trust issues stop you from doing that. But this feels different. He’s a stranger, after all. He didn’t have the power to destroy you.

“Life has been pretty off recently, hasn’t it?”

He nodded and mouthed, “yup.”

“Well did you find the answers you were looking for?”

“I’m not sure. I wasn’t looking for anything in specific, but I’m happy that this night exists.”

“Let’s talk, midnight friend.”

He focused on you again.

“Midnight friend?” His eyes shone, reflecting the stars, as he laughed at your nickname for him.

He went first, “I actually really needed someone to talk to.”

Just like that, in a matter of moments, the two of you were sharing every bit of your soul to each other. You spoke truthfully as well, not caring to hide a single detail of the hurt, embarrassment, or even love you felt. All the things weighing your mind down fell in front of this man, and he carefully listened, not judging you. As your thoughts poured out, you realized so much about yourself that you never even knew until spilling it all to him.

The night for the two of you was filled with endless stories of all the good and bad times. You felt high, somewhat. As if you lost all your senses. The talking between you guys died down. You peal the package of your chocolate and break a piece off, handing it to him. By the end of the night, you come to a realization that shocks yourself.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You think out loud.

It was so easy for you to say. You, the person with the biggest fear of rejection, confessing to a guy you just met? For some reason, you didn’t have any fears of what he may say, though. Because you’re strangers, right?

“I think I’m in love with you too.” He says, taking a bite of the chocolate.

authors note pt.2: WHEN I SAY I WROTE THIS YEARS AGO I MEANT IT SNSJSJ pls don’t judge i know this is horrible!

#soobin #choi soobin #txt soobin #txt #tomorrow x together #soobin fic #soobin imagines #soobin x reader #soobin x y/n #soobin x you #txt fluff #txt fic #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fics #txt scenarios

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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Prompt List #10 - Plus Size/Fat character

For the sake of this prompt list Character A is always plus size/fat. I mostly made this because I think we need more plus size reader inserts and character fics. For those who want to write them but aren’t sure of ideas, don’t know where to start I figured this might be worth while.

I’d love to see more people create plus size/fat character specific prompt lists tbh.

All my Prompt Lists

Character A is grabbed/physically assaulted as a joke/way of laughing at their body. Character B is the one person who steps in.

“I’m too heavy...baby…”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Character B digging their fingers into Character A’s hips, soft waist, stomach, sides etc. enjoying the tactile nature of their partner.

+ (You may like to add to this) Character A pulling away from Character B due to feeling self-conscious/uncomfortable with Character B touching those parts of them they’re usually admonished for.

Character A is forced into wearing something tighter than normal, maybe they haven’t had time to do their laundry and it’s the only thing they have left, or it’s a last minute formal event and the only dress they have is something they bought and never felt confident wearing. Character B is there to remind them every step of the way how lovely they are.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive? That i’m not ignoring anything, not picking and choosing parts of you that I like and ignoring those that I dislike? That I like all of you?”

Character A walks past a mirror and feels unusually (or not) self-conscious, it puts a damper on their mood. Character B takes note and aims to correct this.

Victorian AU: Character A has spent their life being told they’re unmarriable, unlikely to find a spouse because of their size, that they don’t fit the mold. Character B has a few choice words for Character A’s parents and a proposal.

Victorian AU: Character B soothing the marks left on Character A’s skin from wearing an ill fitting corset in an attempt to conform to societal expectation. Lots of tender love and care.

Character A decides to wear a swimsuit to the beach/pool for the first time in years, they’re self-conscious but trying not to show it. Character B is just there hyping Character A up, showering them in love and appreciation because damn!

Character A is confident, feeling it, has worked so hard on their body confidence. Character B isn’t quite there yet with their own. Character A is here to remind Character B that they are wonderful, lovely, deserve to feel confident and good in their body.

Character B is proudly showing off their partner Character A, not afraid to show everyone how much they love them.

(You could add this) Character B is asked why they’d even be with Character A, derogatory comments are made about Character A’s size. Character B is not having it. This is their baby and they love them.

“I don’t want you to hide from me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to, ever.”

“I love you for you, for all of you. I don’t think you’d be pretty if you were smaller, I don’t think you’d look better if you lost a few pounds. You’re all I want and all I need, just as you are.”

Character B takes comfort in just cuddling with Character A. In resting their head against Character A’s soft stomach, wrapping their arms around their waist/hips.

Character A has begun distancing themselves from Character B as their insecurities take over and they worry Character B is bored of them or no longer attracted to them. Character B is determined to set the record straight

“I’m not asking you to compete with anyone, you don’t need to. You’re the best person for me, the only person for me. I think you’re the most beautiful/handsome/attractive/etc. Person i’ve ever met. I don’t want them. I don’t want anybody else.”

Soft kisses to the soft rolls of a soft stomach

Soft kisses to the soft dips and curves of hips and love handles

“I love your double chin. I love your round cheeks. I love you. I love how your cheeks dimple when you laugh.”

Kisses to stretch marks, trailing fingers over the marks in Character A’s skin.

“You’re so soft.”

Character B is kind of obsessed with Character A’s butt

Soulmate AU: It’s terrifying having a soulmate, growing up to believe that they’ll reject you, that your body will disgust them. Character A is petrified of meeting their soulmate, scared they’ll be rejected, that they won’t be attractive enough. The moment they meet Character B those fears are washed away.

“I love your stomach, have I ever told you that?”

Character A gets dressed up for the first time, Character B is a little bit starstruck

Character A takes Character B with them to go clothes shopping. Character B is having the time of their life seeing all the different outfits.

Alternatively, Character A can’t find anything that fits right/they feel good in and is getting really down. Character be is here to save the day and change their perception.

1980s/70s/60s/90s AU: Character A (fem. presenting) works in a male dominated office, she is constantly dealing with the day to day sexist comments added to that are the comments about their body/shape/size. Character B usually works out of office, but for the first time they’re in house long enough to notice. They decide to put a stop to it.

Mob/Mafia AU: Character A isn’t what people expect a mob boss's favourite gal/guy/person to be like, too sweet, too soft, too big. But that doesn’t change the fact that they’re the favourite and no one can say a bad word about them.

Character A has been in past abusive relationships where they’re shamed for what they eat. Character B is here to make sure they eat what they want and don’t feel bad about it, they refuse to let Character A fall into self-destructive patterns.

Character A is soft, sweet, runs a bakery, (massively cliché i know), character B is rough around the edges but melts around character A.

“I’m not like other girls/guys/people you’ve dated. I...look at me? I don’t look anything like them. How can you...I don’t...I don’t understand why you’d want to date me?”

“I’m not your type.” “Who says?”

Character A poses for Character B nude for a life drawing session

Character B is always drawing character A in their sketchbook when they’re not looking. Character A finds the sketches.

Character B tries to write poetry about Character A, it’s bad, but it’s also sweet.

“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to be hidden away like some sort of dirty little secret. I can’t… I won’t.”

#plus size #plus size reader #fat reader #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt list #prompt lists #writing prompt list #writing prompt lists

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Pop Star Wars AU: Waking

Drabble set in this au which I wrote way back a few weeks ago.

Back then, I had only recently decided to look up my tumblr password for a third attempt at being an appreciative fandom community member instead of just trying to think really hard at internet strangers, and maybe shout into the void a little. (But there’s like, several people here now??? How did you even find me on the internet? )

Anyway I have since learned how to spell Anakin’s name and insert links. Also that if you resize your window while typing directly into tumblr everything disappears.

Self Indulgent Crack Pop Star Wars Time Travel Fixit (star wars au no 3):

After several years of exile in the Jundland Wastes, Ben Kenobi had not quite finished mentally unpacking the decades of mistakes, grief, and failure that had led him to the desert. It was the work of a lifetime, and some days were harder than others. But after several forays in and out of alcoholism, spice addiction, and every other form of geographically-accessible self-destruction, he could at least say that some days were easier.

The process was no doubt made more difficult by the abject solitude. Unlike the chaotic years that constituted the fall of the Republic, he had all too much time to think, and no one around to share his thoughts with. He closed his eyes in the dark of his hut, thoughts drifting between past and future.

The past was as ugly and lovely as ever. The larger future didn’t look much better, but he could find some joy in the thought of tomorrow and fresh bantha milk when the herd roamed near. Owen was always much less begrudging of his presence when he came with an offering, and Beru would likely invite him to stay for noon meal where he would share in fresh cheese as Luke rambled about his plans to fix-up a junked speeder bike.

The thought of Luke’s happiness at the treat allowed him enough peace of mind to meditate more deeply.

He carefully broke off a piece of unfair-bitterness from his larger loving-grief. The bitterness he released into the force. The grief he turned over and soothed until its edges dissolved. He accepted it, now smoother if not smaller, laying it to rest alongside his hard-earned wisdom and unfinished poetry.

Tired, but fractionally lighter, Ben Kenobi drifted to sleep.

He opened his eyes to the first rays of daylight peeking in his temple chambers.

The room was intimately familiar. For a few years they were Ashoka’s, on the rare occasion she found herself temple-side and in want of privacy but not complete solitude. For a solid decade before her, the chambers were Anakin’s, though he was quick enough to accept the common room couch when Ashoka entered their life. And before that...they were his. That was his model rocket on the shelf, and his astronomical mobile hanging from the ceiling, and his robes scattered on the floor, though they hadn’t been arranged as such in this room since his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon. He sat up.

Glad he had put energy into meditation last night, he used the lingering clarity of mind to try and work through possible explanations.

Vivid Dream? No a quick pinch to his inner elbow debunked that, as well as the fact that the morning taste in his mouth was more the minty tang of denti-cleaner, rather than the saltiness of dried meat which he had grown accustomed to.

Hallucinogenic mushroom flashback? Possible, though it still wouldn’t explain the detail of physical sensations he felt, running his hand from the temple-spun linens on his bed to the warm-carved wood of his bedside table. He stood and did a perfect forward flip in place. Shockingly his knees didn’t ache at impact, but a drug induced hallucination of this intensity would have some sort of impact on his equilibrium, and he felt perfectly balanced, at least physically.

Force vision seemed most likely. Sinking into cross-legged meditation, he gradually lowered his mental shields. There was no whisper of Vader or Palpatine anywhere near Hutt space at this time, so the risk of reaching out was both manageable and necessary. Rather than the pure energy he personally associated with intense visions, he felt gradients of light, echoing ripples of emotions, and the unique solidity of force-imbued stone walls.

Heart beginning to race as reality set in, Ben concluded that he was, indeed, in the Jedi temple on Courascant. Even if he had suffered a complete psychotic break, his force sense couldn’t lie with such crystal clear detail. Confused unreality mixed with images of the past and future, sure. But this was the temple. It just was.

He couldn’t make sense of it. Even if he had somehow been found, drugged, and transported to the heart of the empire, the rooms as he sensed them didn’t exist anymore. The contents were lost or burnt, the stone walls destroyed and rebuilt into a wing of the Imperial Palace.

Obi-Wan sank deeper into the force and reached out further, searching for he answers. In general, the force felt light, the shroud of the darkside was a hazy irritation in the distance, not a smothering blanket. The manifold wounds in the force formed by senseless war and destruction were absent. Also gone were the tang of grief and loss that he had begun to associate with the temple’s signature even before- even before the purge.

The temple was also full to the brim with tens of thousands of lights in the living force. He reached out to them incredulously, nudging many just to feel a living, sentient response. The last time he remembered feeling so many Jedi all in the temple at the same time was...well, when he still lived in this room. The nearest living force sensitive presence was achingly familiar, though notably and unquestioningly living. He could feel the presence moving nearer and retreated, pulling himself fully back into his body.

The only explanation that fit was that he had suddenly, miraculously, inexplicably traveled back in time.

He half ran to his closet, opening the door with a yank to reveal a full length mirror. A once-familiar, 25-year old padawan stared back with visible shock. Of course his knees didn’t hurt, this body hadn’t yet been broken and abused by knighthood, war, and Tatooine. His hands examined the smooth chin, the unwrinkled forehead, and even the terrible, terrible haircut.

Obi-wan startled at a knock at his door, freezing in place.

“Padawan?” Came Qui-Gon Jinn’s voice softly, “I don’t intend to pull you out of meditation prematurely, but is there a particular reason you were sprawling over the temple this morning? You startled me somewhat. To be perfectly honest, I think you might have alarmed a few people around the temple, I’ve already received messages from council telling me to reign in my padawan before he hurts himself.”

Qui-Gon sounded more amused than reprimanding, and he paused, clearly waiting for an answer.

Obi-Wan’s jaw locked up. What could he say? How could he even to begin to explain what had happened? He sank to floor, head pressed to the ground and tears silent streaming down his face. All he could do was offer to the force were words, the feelings could come later Thank you. Thank youThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU.

For whatever reason, the force had granted him a second chance. Regardless if it was intended as punishment, gift, or inexplicable chance, he would build a better future than the one he left behind.

“Padawan?” Qui-Gon knocked again, sounding concerned, “Are you alright? If you don’t answer I’m going to have to come in there.”

And all at once he had flipped back to not enough time to think and too many people needing his attention.

Obi-Wan managed to open his mouth to call out some meaningless assurance, intent on gaining more time to process the fantastical situation. Much to his surprise, what came out was a strangled, keening sob. Qui-Gon burst through the door.

Obi-Wan realized, with a little embarrassment, that he was curled up practically into a ball on the floor, tears streaming in a shocking waste of water. It was probably not the most dignified, nor the most reassuring position for Qui-Gon to walk in on.

Qui-Gon rushed to his side, pulling him up by the shoulders to frantically look him over. “What happened?” he demanded, “Are you hurt? Did something go wrong while you were meditating and you were trying to reach out for help?”

Obi-Wan smiled at the barrage of questions. He had almost forgotten that on the rare occasions when Qui-Gon’s perfect Jedi serenity broke, he became somewhat counterproductively intense.

“I’m alright, Master,” he tried to say, but what came out was more of a croaking, “MNNrlerR.”

This predictably, only increased Qui-Gon’s concern.

To Obi-Wan’s deep consternation, he was dragged by Qui-Gon to the healer’s wing. He remained quiet during the examination, not wanting to risk whatever was compromising his ability to speak. It could be readjusting to his younger body, or a manifestation of the admittedly great emotional shock he was still experiancing. Or simple lack of practice- it had been several weeks since he had last heard the sound of his own voice, from a certain point of view.

After finding no physical cause for concern, Master Vyr asked Qui-Gon to wait outside.

“Padawan Kenobi?” The Tortugan healer asked gently. “Your Master seems quite insistent that something is wrong. Would you like to discuss what the problem seems to be?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and was relieved when his voice came out smooth and under his control, “I’m alight, Master. I apologize for disruption. I experienced a... particularly strong vision when I woke up this morning, and temporarily lost control over myself. I’m already feeling more stable. I believe I simply need to meditate on what I’ve seen. My master unfortunately came in while I was dealing with some of the emotional aftermath.

“I see,” Vyr responded. “Did you experience this vision before or after your expansive foray into the force? I understand a surprising swath of the temple felt your presence press against them this morning.”

“I reached out after,” Obi-Wan admitted. “My vision was...particularly dark. I felt the need to ground myself with the presence of other Jedi. I’ll make certain to apologize to anyone I may have startled.”

Eventually he was cleared with the strict instruction to stick with shallow meditation for the next few days as well as a strong recommendation to seek out Master Yoda, Sifo-Dryfas, or one of the other Master known to experience visions.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked back to their quarters together in a peaceful quiet. It wasn’t until the door clicked behind them that Qui-Gon rounded on his padawan.

“What vision could possibly have left you in such distress?”

Obi-Wan walked to the kitchenette to make tea, stalling before answering. “You have always told me to stay focused on the present, Master”

Qui-Gon frowned. “Yes, however this...vision seems to have altered you somehow. You are grieved by it.”

“Yes. But what I grieve may never come to pass.”

It won’t come to pass. I might not know his every tool, but I do know Sideous’s biggest secret, and I WILL stop him.

“Will you not tell me what you saw?” Qui-Gon asked, sounding somewhat hurt.

Obi-Wan poured the hot water carefully, feeling torn. If he told Qui-Gon everything... would he believe him? Perhaps, eventually but...what would become of Anakin, still just a boy? And the moment he knew of Palpatine’s evil...he knew Qui-Gon. He would favor the direct approach, underestimating the sheer breadth of the trap the sith had laid (Obi-Wan himself lived through it and only began to understand long after it had closed).

“I saw...a great shadow fall over the republic.”

He sat at the table, relishing in the simple pleasure of pouring a cup for Qui-Gon and himself from a shared pot.

Qui-Gon cradled his mug in his hands. “I see. Nothing specific?”

“Your death. At the hands of a tool of darkness. You ran ahead...” Obi-Wan took a scorching sip to stop himself. “It was foolish. Unnecessary. And I was forced to fight alone without you.

Qui-Gon set the tea down to stroke his beard in thought. “Well. I have no great desire to die. While I make no promises, I will endeavor to avoid leaving you behind ‘unnecessarily.’”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replied, over sincere.

They drank in peaceful silence. It was interrupted by a shrill noise from Qui-Gon’s comm.

“I’ve just received a personal request from the Chancellor to immediately assist in negotiations with a Trade Federation blockade around Naboo. Are you feeling up to it?”

“You know, I think I am”

#star wars #pop star wars au #my au #time travel #star wars au no 3

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years

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🌺smut/suggestive 💓 fluff 🐝 angst

♠︎♤ of love and vigilance: multi-part, angst, slow-burn, smut, fluff (40k+) 🌺💓🐝

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♣︎♧ to save a dragon: fluff, suggestive content, fantasy au for @/bluebellhairpin’s fantasy collab 🌺💓

♠︎♤ If you would take this chance then I'll take it too: two parts, college au, no quirk au, smut, polyamory, fluff/ ft Eijiro Kirishima →Bakugo didn’t think he’d ever spend the night like this, but his infatuation with you and the small crack of your door do wonders to incurable curiosity. He knows too well, that’s it’s wrong, to peer at you and Kirishima in such intimate moment, but he just can’t peel his eyes off of the sight, oh, if Kirishima was willing to share and if you would give him a chance 🌺

♣︎♧I have these thoughts I keep I wanna share with you: college au, no quirk au, smut, polyamory, threesome, fluff / ft Eijiro Kirishima → part two to the above🌺💓

♠︎♤ Stargazing through the five stages of grief: heavy angst, themes of grieving and depression, smut, eventual fluff →after Izukus sudden death you and Bakugo find comfort in each other (10k) 🌺💓🐝

♣︎♧ Once more to see you: slight angst, heavy violence, minor character death, smoking, smut → Bakugo red hood au or simply, dealing with Bakugo who was never successfully saved by the league of villains and the process of losing him (7.5k) 🌺🐝

♠︎♤ Notion: college au!, virgin bakugo, smut, fwb →What do you do when your best friend needs your help with something they have no experience with? You help them, obviously, even if things are complicated (7k) 🌺

♠︎♤ mood music: nsfw, angsty themes, tw:cheating, for @/doinmybesthere’s 3k celebration collab →You shouldn’t want him and he shouldn’t want you, it’s sinful and forbidden. But he can’t help coming back to you, and you can’t do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is (3k)🌺🐝

♣︎♧ If you would take this chance then I'll take it too: two parts, college au, no quirk au, smut, polyamory, fluff/ ft Katsuki Bakugo →Bakugo didn’t think he’d ever spend the night like this, but his infatuation with you and the small crack of your door do wonders to incurable curiosity. He knows too well, that’s it’s wrong, to peer at you and Kirishima in such intimate moment, but he just can’t peel his eyes off of the sight, oh, if Kirishima was willing to share and if you would give him a chance 🌺

♣︎♧I have these thoughts I keep I wanna share with you: college au, no quirk au, smut, polyamory, threesome, fluff / ft Katsuki Bakugo → part two to the above🌺💓

♠︎♤ Half Alive: angst, mentions of sexual themes: originally written for my Ice Cold Hearts collab @/jean-does-not-have-a-horseface (2k)🐝

♣︎♧ Steamed buns and spicy fried chicken: tw:fanon hawks, fluff💓

♠︎♤ Bloom Later: mildy sexual situations, heavy sexual tension, anxiety, very much self insert (reader is a burn victim) → : a shameless self insert about sharing feelings, interests, and even remains of unfortunate situations with Todoroki. Or the one where Todoroki turns into a comfort character because I’m trying to cope about having second degree burn scars (3k) 🌺💓

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probably-haven · 3 years

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after binge reading i have come to a new revelation: I’m not a fan of most Xiaoven fanfics

Don’t get me wrong, I love the ship and its one of my favorite to think about.... but most of the fanfiction for the ship just- doesn’t sit right with me for a number of reasons.

Disclaimer: these are personal opinions from my own taste and are in no way an attack against any authors out there, because frankly fanfic authors are great and not like i could do better lol. As these are personal opinions, I acknowledge here and now that a number of people disagree and that they are under no obligation to change their opinions in any way as it is not and never will be my intention to tell others what they should be thinking That said- read at your own risk if you want- meh, anyway-

time to share some opinions that have been on my mind lately

The biggest reason.... is how they handle Xiao. And I don’t even mean mischaracterization because Xiao is such a complex and yet simultaneously simple character that as long as you’re somewhere in the range of “Xiao vibes” it’s really hard to write him out of character because of his complexities. What I mean is something that i actually completely agree with as being accurate to his character. In nearly every single fanfic I’ve seen, there is some element of idolization that Xiao has for Venti, or for the sake of reference, Barbatos. He tends to think himself beneath Barbatos and/or indebted to him, whether that be because he’s an archon, because he saved him, or simply because of Xiao’s tendency to dehumanize(yes i see the irony in that word usage) himself. This by itself isn’t an issue but its often how this trait of his is treated.

Imma just list a few ways I’ve seen this be handled within Xiaoven fics. - It isn’t handled, it’s just there and accepted as a part of who he is in the story - It isn’t handled but his trait is treated as source of humor within the story - Venti(and others) roll with it (finding humor in it, just cant change it, encouraging it, making jokes about it, etc.) - Venti takes advantage of it(whether accidentally or purposely) - it’s actually addressed(by Venti or someone else or the narration- can go a number of ways, but just- even a brief reference to the fact that its not a good mindset fits in here) - savior!Venti(Where venti disagrees with it but the way it’s written gives off “god among mortals” vibes- like he’s just being humble and truly is above him in reality) - its the focus of the story - not directly addressed but shown to be destructive. - they chose not to not include this in the story’s characterization of Xiao(just saying that this is valid ahead of time) Theres others but i have a lot already. Note that I tend to read more ‘serious-toned’(idk if that makes sense) fics so that may skew my perception

Now there’s a few that i have issues with on their own- both instances of it not being handled, Venti(and others) rolling with it, Venti takes advantage of it(purposely(and without good intent)), and savior!Venti. Xiao not only has this trait, but he is unfamiliar with what is normal in relationships or emotions as a result of isolation and inexperience. He is also either not aware of or not concerned with what is considered strictly “healthy.” Combining these makes for a rather dangerous combination and just accepting it as “oh he’s just like that, it’s who he is” or making it out to be something funny- It’s not wrong or bad by any means necessarily, and I could still possibly enjoy it to an extent depending on a series of different factors, but its- not as often. Even in the case where I do enjoy reading it however, I would still feel uncomfortable sharing it with or recommending it to others because in the first instance it feels like normalizing a destructive and dangerous mindset, and in the second case it does the same while simultaneously making a joke of it. It’s the same deal with Venti or other characters rolling with it, but that’s probably gonna be mentioned later too. Not to say that this is a “wrong” way to handle it, that it makes the fic bad, or that authors even are normalizing anything by doing so, just that in my specific instance- not a fan.

I’ll get to the others when i talk more about Venti, but for now: It’s the focus of the story. I think I saw like... 2? where the story was like- focused on this and why its a problem which- power to them, address those real world problems like a boss- but also i wouldn’t actively seek it out or anything- like, good job, but doing so just leaves it open neutrally for other factors to decide how good a story i think it is.

not directly addressed but shown to be destructive. You’d think i wouldn’t like this- but frankly in fanfiction not everyone wants to address every character flaw verbally because it can through off story, narration, dialogue, and general flow to do so. This can be with an event, an action, a dialogue, a mere comment, making it actually fit into the it’s actually addressed category except that its- subtle enough to make its own category. plus i live for show not tell- in everything- its a thing. im- very much a fan of when the fics do this but the subtlety is easy to miss and its not common so-

It’s actually adressed- doesnt have to be a lot- just mention anywhere or imply anywhere that maybe idolizing someone as a god and savior and being in a relationship with them while having little knowledge of standards, emotions, relationships, or healthy behaviors in general- maybe isnt the smartest idea in the word. (”Call me Venti, not Barbatos” by itself is not enough to fit in this category tho as a note)

Now lets talk about Venti...

uh.... those who have followed me for awhile will probably already know this but... I have a lot of opinions on Venti and a pretty- “niche(?)” perception of his characterization that isn’t shared by a lot of others- so I don’t actually read as much Venti fanfic in general as you might expect because I often end up disagreeing with how writers portray him, which again, in no way is their characterization wrong, but- “their perceived truth” conflicts with “my perceived truth” and by extent so does the characterization, though neither is any more correct than the other from an objective point of view, if that makes sense... but anyways now that that’s said, moving on before this becomes a philosophy lecture, as fun as that would be for me. I’ll try to keep my “perceived truth” out of this for the first bit.

Venti’s response to this:

He rolls with it: this depends on the mood of the fanfiction. If they dont put a lot of stress on that trait of Xiao’s it totally fine but if the trait seems to be a major part of Xiao’s character, it seems like normalization once more. (more on this later)

he takes advantage of it purposely: if its an AU or something and Venti’s like a villain(i saw a few) then- villain venti isnt my cup of tea but i have no qualms. If they don’t portray Venti in a negative light while having him take advantage however that’s a bit uncomfortable to read for me because it feels like normalizing taking advantage of that mindset as well as the mindset itself. However, i did see a number of instances of Venti using it as leverage for like- self care- which i definitely have no qualms. Xiao: [insert probably destructive idolizing statement about being indebt] Venti: How bout you pay me back by actually sleeping for once smh or other variations are okay and depending on the vibe are actually a really fun dynamic as long as it doesnt turn into romanticizing or normalizing it, y’know?

Venti accidentally taking advantage of it.... I love angst- and in most of these theres a sense of guilt when he realizes- and i just think thats a lovely way of addressing the dangers of such a mindset for both sides. As long as it doesn’t keep repeating to the point of romanticization its totally cool to read in my eyes(not irl ofc). If Venti never realizes he accidentally took or is taking advantage it feels a bit like normalization, and if he does but just- doesn’t care thats- a rip.

savior!Venti...... i- i hate. the story giving off vibes that Xiao’s mindset is technically correct while Venti oh so humbly tells him to treat him as an equal like the wonderful and charitable person he is.... i just- no. of course thats over dramatizing it- I think the main thing that gives it this vibe is when Venti doesn’t seem either concerned, surprised, uncomfortable, or otherwise have a negative feeling towards Xiao’s mindset. Just- it makes the whole thing weird in my eyes when Venti doesnt really seem to have his own reason to oppose the mindset idk-

fact time!

Venti is the god of freedom. His backstory is freeing Mondstadt from a god’s tyrannical reign. His origin is a windsprite, just another breeze bringing changes for the better. His form is a nameless boy who played an instrument and then died, thus failing at his only dream and only ever accomplishing anything because of the help of others. He slept for a thousand years after the archon war to avoid putting Mond under the rule of yet another tyrannical god. He only even became a god because Andrius chose to let him. He wouldn’t have even had that chance if the nameless bard had survived, he’d remain just another wind while his friend ascended to godhood. Venti sacrifices his own power for his people’s freedom.

now that I’ve laid out a number of canon facts, time for opinions:

Venti has little to no desire to be seen as a god. He thrives in, comes from, and emphasizes a lack of superiority in quite nearly everything. The first Ragnvindir, who canonically turned his back on Venti after Decarabian’s fall, likely did so because one- he anticipated power would corrupt and Venti would soon become just another tyrannical god, two- he suspected Venti used the nameless bard in an attempt to rise to godhood, or three- idk insert other possibilities to acknowledge again that i could totally be wrong.

Look me in the eyes and tell me Venti wouldnt trade godhood for his friend in an instant. His godhood was only granted to him because his friend died and could easily serve to constantly remind him of what could have been and what he lost. Venti takes no enjoyment from being seen as superior and in my opinion, I feel that it could actually make him largely uncomfortable when his divinity and abilities as an archon get involved-

also self promotion for my favorite posts- check out #archon war era venti if thats interesting to you

so anyway Venti rolling with it or making jokes about it just doesn’t sit right with me.-

Okay! enough talking about that mindset!

idk- i have... a few/lot of other gripes and stuff or just things that kinda throw off the vibe for me but that’s the main one plus my general personal pickiness when it come to Venti fanfics- but this has gotten long enough already-

idk i just felt like rambling about it and i haven’t done a long post in a while so-

again, I love the ship and its actually one of my favorites- just the fanfic isnt my thing..... that doesn’t mean i don’t still love it and come up with a whole ton of brainrot and ideas on it tho lmao

#genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin venti #xiaoven #genshin barbatos #opinions #discourse #? idk ill tag it just in case #dont mind my constant backtracking and justifying and repeated disclaimers-#i just have a crippling fear of being cancelled lol

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solarwonux · 3 years

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24H || Seuncheol

mechanic!seungcheol x reader

soulmate!au

w.c: 6.5k

warnings: talks of death, angst, self doubt

note: hello everyone I am not completely back yet, I am still on hiatus. I have been writing this one shot since the release of 24H. I have rewritten it many many many times and have a abandoned it many times as well. Anyway, this is the finished product and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. Thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts. And thank you @sunlightwoo for literally witnessing it all lol.

Also maybe one day I’ll post the original draft of this one if anyone is interested.

P.S. this is a part of a soulmate universe in which all the members are going to have a story, but that’s gonna take a little while lol, but I hope you all stick around until them

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Hour 1 - 17:00

Seungcheol threw the wrench on the pile of tools next to him before rolling himself out from underneath the car he was working on. “I don’t see the point in it, Shua.” He sat up, grabbing the towel he had next to him, and tried his best to wipe the black smudges of his fingers. “I’m already a disappointment to my parents, why not add one more to their list?” He shrugged, eyeing his best friend who had decided to come and visit him at the car shop he worked at.

“I think Shua has a point; you can’t brush this off. You don’t want to end up forgotten in a ditch somewhere.” Jeonghan said, pointedly resting his forearms on top of the hood of the car he had been working on.

“I’m not going to end up in a ditch and forgotten. The higher-ups--” Seungcheol stuck a pointer finger out and pointed at the cement ceiling, “are just going to set me up with someone.” He stood up and brushed off his whitewashed jeans, the only ones he seemed to wear as they had various oil stains etched into the creases of the fabric. In actuality, he had many of the same pair, and each of them had their own unique patterns of different oil stains.

“But wouldn’t it be better if you married your soulmate, your other half, your partner in crime, the person the Stars destined you to be with,” Joshua spoke in rushed sentences as he ran a frustrated hand through his jet black hair. His wedding ring shining in the light of the sun, glowing in all its glory. A reminder that he had chosen the path that he and Jeonghan were trying to get Seungcheol to take.

Sometimes curiosity would seep in s when he saw how happy his best friends were with their soulmates, or when the ticking of the clock scarred into the skin of his wrist, and got too loud to ignore. Seungcheol knew he didn’t belong on that path. He was never one to follow the crowd, and the proof was in his parent’s disappointment when he decided to study music instead of medicine.

“Nope.” He stood up and closed the hood of the car. He could feel their glares burning holes into his scalp as he strode over and opened the driver’s door. “I’m a firm believer that soulmates are made not found.” Seungcheol grinned before getting behind the wheel and inserting the keys into the ignition. He had spent all morning working on a minor problem in the engine; he was hoping that after many failed attempts, he would finally be able to get the car to start again.

With a deep sigh, he turned the key listening as the engine sputtered a few times. The hope and confidence he had gained diminishing with each hiccup until, finally, the car roared back to life. A sigh of relief leaving his chapped lips along with a light laugh. He rested his forearms against the old battered steering wheel, peering through the windshield, catching Joshua’s nod of disapproval. He turned on his heels and walked out of the large garage door of the shop.

Seungcheol knew his friend’s meant well, and he knew they didn’t want him to end up unhappy with someone that wasn’t his other half. But how was he supposed to be sure that happiness was a given? When at the end of the day, everyone’s given soulmate was chosen at birth by a group of old white dudes calling themselves Stars.

Hour 2 - 18:00

“What are you going to do then?” Jeonghan closed the hood of the car and dusted his hands. His blonde hair grasped the light of the afternoon sun. Seungcheol placed down the paper bag that contained his and Jeonghan’s lunch on top of the aluminum table they kept in the far corner of the shop. “I don’t know...eat lunch.” He stated, shrugging and started taking the contents out of the paper bag. “Shua leave?”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the hood of the car. He strode over to where Seungcheol was and took the burrito he had held out to him. “Said he doesn’t want to stay and watch you ruin his life.”

“I’m not ruining my life,” Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head and sat on top of the table, unwrapping his burrito. “I’m choosing the road not taken.” He finished before taking a decent bite out of his burrito.

“That’s ruining your life in my book.” Jeonghan gave him a pointed look and unwrapped the foil of his burrito, cursing when he noticed some its contents start to fall out of its confinement. “Aren’t you at least a little bit curious about how they look?” He dug inside the paper bag and took out a napkin to clean off the salsa stain of his grey graphic tee. Jeonghan rarely dressed down, unless he was working. Though, sometimes he’d show up in outfits Seungcheol always deemed to clean for the oil splatters he would obtain throughout the day.

“If looks were the all end tell-all, you’d be an actor instead of the owner of your father’s car shop.”

“Are you calling me sexy, Choi Seungcheol?” Jeonghan gasped, making the other boy scoff in annoyance. Seungcheol took another bite of his burrito, the salsa running down the stubble of his chin and sighed. “Cause may I remind you I am happily married.” Jeonghan jokes, raising his hand, wiggling his ring finger.

Seungcheol squinted as the ring got caught in the crossfire between the heat and summer sun. The churning at the pit of his stomach started up again, along with the little voice annoying voice that lived in the back of his head. The red block of numbers on the inside of his wrist laughing at him as he tried his best to push the thought to the back of his head. Like he had done his entire life.

“Sure...but that would just be an excuse, and it wouldn’t be fair towards the other person.” He shrugged, finally cleaning his chin the rest of his mouth. He crumpled up the foil in his hands before throwing the ball he had formed into the paper bag. “It wouldn’t matter soon anyway; I don’t have much time left.” He jumped off the table and made his way to shelves where they kept most of the tools along with small spare car parts they might need some time in the future.

“How much time do you have left?” Jeonghan asked a little too exasperatedly than he would’ve liked, but Seungcheol had managed to catch his tone, and it was starting to make him feel uneasy. He closed a drawer he had mindlessly opened and dropped his head. Seungcheol hated looking at his timer because it never brought a good reaction out of him. He hated the way the anxiety would filter in through his veins as he let his mind wander to the what-ifs.

For as long as he could remember, he only allowed himself to stare at the number scar before bed but never enough to dwell on it. Last night he had twenty-four hours left; now he was positive the timer had reached the single-digit zone, and to be frank, he was afraid. He didn’t want to feel the pressure against his chest and the shortness of his breath. He didn’t want to feel the shaking in his hands and sweat that formed against his brow bone. Seungcheol had already chosen, but he knew that the second he glanced over at the timer, his doubt would start to run free. And he hated that feeling more than anything, but he also hated Jeonghan’s burning gaze staring him down as if he were doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. So he caved.

He turned his wrist and pushed the bracelets he used to hide his soulmate mark with his other hand. His breath caught itself in the back of his throat, his lungs closing in like two crushing walls as he saw the numbers ticking down. For a split second, he wondered if he had chosen the right path if his parent’s and his friends had been right all along. But he had been so sure just like he was confident that his name was Choi Seungcheol, that he had chosen right, so why was he letting his thoughts take over.

Maybe it was the teachings of the Stars he grew up reading at home and at school, or the guilt has finally started to consume him. Whatever it was, he decided to push it aside, bury it deep inside the archives of his mind. He had chosen right, and he wasn’t going to let any false pretenses change his mind.

“Five hours.”

Hour 3 - 19:00

Seungcheol moved the straw of his bubble, creating soft caramel tidal waves in the cup. He had already picked out all the tapioca pearls leaving him to deal with the unpleasant honeydew tea he had ordered. The soft melodies of an old pop song played in the background, drowning out the flirting going on between the lovers in front of him. He kept his eyes trained on his cup; it had started to accumulate the condensation that came with the humidity of the summertime. His index finger traced over the water droplets that had fallen onto the table, creating a small picture of nothing.

Jeonghan had dragged him to their usual boba shop after closing up the shop for the night. He had given Joshua a frantic phone call, claiming it was a 911 type of emergency. Seungcheol wasn’t sure how they weren’t tired at having the same conversation, and why they couldn’t let him live with the consequences in peace? If he ended up unhappy, that was his problem, and he would eventually deal with it, but he couldn’t stand the way everyone around him always seemed to have an opinion on how he should live his life.

It had started the day he was born, scarred with a mark against his own will. It carried out onto his childhood, his parents and teachers telling him how to sit, how to dress, how to speak, and how to breathe. When he left for college the same day his parents decided to disown him, he had finally felt free. He thought for himself, walked for himself and lived for himself. But now his best friend’s the ones he thought he could always count on and he felt knew him better than anyone in the world. Where the ones were trying to guilt-trip him into making a choice, he had made years ago, and frankly, he was getting really tired of it.

“Are you even listening to us Seungcheol, this is your future you're putting at risk,” Joshua whispered angrily, his grip on his cup grew tight enough his knuckles had started turning white.

“Why does it matter?” Seungcheol lightly flicked the straw of his drink before pushing it away and crossing his arms. Jeonghan and Joshua both looked at him as if he was growing a third head, annoying him even more. He wasn’t sure why this was such a big deal to them, it wasn’t their life getting ruined.

“It matters because we don’t want to see you dead.”

Hour 4 - 20:00

“Are you serious? Do you guys actually believe that kind of stuff?” Seungcheol shook his head and looked out the restaurant window. The sun had finished going down for it’s deep slumber and in return awakened the night life of the city. He took in the people smiling and laughing as they joked and clinged onto one another. He saw limbs start to give out as the alcohol they had previously consumed started to replace their blood. Seungcheol found himself wishing he was one of those people, where the one controlling his body wasn’t the one that gave up on their dreams but instead still held onto that small sliver of hope. It would at least be an escape for a little and most importantly it would be an escape from the painful talk his best friend’s were giving him.

“Fuck you Seungcheol.” Joshua spat out, quickly he stood up grabbing his coat and shrugged it on. “I’m not going to stay with you and watch the clock count down until you die.” He stuffed his hands in his pocket and took out his wallet before throwing some money onto the table. “Are you coming with me?” He said before facing Jeonghan who was biting his bottom lip in contemplation. Seungcheol saw the gears turn in his head as he thought over his options, his eyes traveling between the furious looking Joshua and himself.

“Joshua calm down, look there have been some cases in the news lately of mysterious deaths and the only thing they have in common is that their timers went out before they got to meet their soulmate. I don’t know if it's all connected but it can’t just be coincidence Seungcheol.” Jeonghan stated, he tapped his forefinger against the wooden table as Joshua eyed him down waiting impatiently.

“And what if it is, what if I do find this person and then they turn out to be horrible? You guys got lucky but my life has never been a series of unfortunate events since the beginning of time so who's to say this is any different?”

“If you keep sitting here and mopping and feeling sorry for yourself, you’ll never find out.” Jeonghan nodded before taking out his wallet and throwing money onto the table. He hated the pity he saw behind his eyes. It only frustrated him because to him it felt like they had given up on him already. That they were planning his funeral without him leaving the world yet. Seungcheol wasn’t entirely convinced that death was at the end of this unfortunate journey, he sadly hoped it was. That way his friend’s would actually have something to pity, but he was alive and healthy (for the most part) so their pity in Seungcheol’s eyes was uncalled for.

“Then let me find out. Everyone is always telling me what I should and shouldn’t do, I didn’t need you guys to also be one of those people too. You’re supposed to be my friends but here you are nagging me like you’re my parents. If I’m not worthy of hanging with you guys anymore because I’m not married and I have no interest in ever getting married then just leave me alone. I’m better off by myself anyway.”

Seungcheol knew that as soon as the words left his mouth they had been a mistake, but mistake or not he would never take them back. No matter how the luck of hurt flashing in their handsome features affected him more than it should’ve. These few hours could be the last of his life and instead of living it to his fullest with his closest friends he was pushing them away. Just like he always did whenever he felt too comfortable or afraid.

“Jeonghan let’s just go, he’s already made up his mind. He’s not going to listen to us.” Joshua sighed, the exhaustion was evident on his face. It was clear he had given up long before the events of tonight. He knew how stubborn Seungcheol was, he knew that once he sets his mind to something there’s no way to turn it back. Seungcheol suspected that’s why he hadn’t tried as hard as Jeonghan to convince him to change his mind.

“Cheol, just think about it okay. You don’t have to go out and actively look for that person but just keep an open mind and they might just appear right before you. I know you think that we’re trying to do this to change you or to get you to settle down, but we don’t want to turn on the news tomorrow and have your names be part of one of the victims. If you can’t do this for us or yourself at least do it for you mom.” Jeonghan nodded one last time before scooting himself out of the booth. He stood sending a glare to Joshua that wasn’t missed by Seungcheol and somehow it made him feel uneasy inside. He didn’t want to be the one to cause a rift between him and Joshua’s friendship, they had known each other longer than they had known Seungcheol. For half of their life’s Seungcheol was simply an outsider between the threesome. He didn’t know at what moment they became inseparable, but now he wished they hadn’t.

At least they wouldn’t be involved in the webs of Seungcheol’s complicated life, and they certainly wouldn’t be here showing the utmost care for him when he himself felt like he was unworthy of it.

“I’ll call you tomorrow” Jeonghan mumbled before dragging Joshua out of the restaurant, mumbling angrily underneath his breath. Seungcheol knew the small comment was Jeonghan’s way of holding onto the little amount of hope he had for his friend. The hope that he would walk into the car shop tomorrow morning and see Seungcheol passed out drunk, his drool stain embedded into the checkered pattern of the old battered couch in the office, because he couldn’t remember how to unlock his front door.

Though, it was a phrase full of hope, it wasn’t a promise, and it felt more like a goodbye to Seungcheol. It made him uneasy and Seungcheol hated feeling uneasy because it only made the ticking sound of the clock tattooed onto his skin louder.

The front door bell to the restaurant sounded, signaling that someone had walked in or out. He turned to face out the window again and saw Jeonghan and Joshua in a heated argument before Jeonghan kept dragging him away by the ear this time. The scene could’ve been comical to him at some point, but now he just wondered if they were all going to be okay by the time the night ended and morning came again.

Either way it was clear to him that they had walked out of his life, maybe not for good but they also wouldn’t be the first ones either.

Hour 5 -21:00

Seungcheol paid the bill and exited the restaurant quietly, his best attempt to remain invisible. It would be a lie if didn’t admit how scared he was after Jeonghan and Joshua left him alone with his thoughts for the first time since he awoke that morning.

Would his faith really be death?

Or where they using their evil tactics against him to convince him to do the right thing. Needless to say he was scared, more scared than he ever was whenever he thought about falling in love.

He had once, a long time ago, back when he was still studying music production in college, before he dropped out and took up a job at Mr. Yoon’s carshop. During the three years he was there, all the songs he had composed resembled something about her. Whether it was a phrase she had said or the way the color blue seemed to make her honey doe eyes pop. He was in love, head over heels, ready to give it all up, his friends, his pride, his dream, his life, everything under the sun, for her. He had his bags packed long before she had agreed to run away with him.

In fact, he almost did, but the morning as he stood underneath the winter sun, waiting at the bus stop with two overprized one way tickets, with his fingers threatening to fall off from the cool. Everything became clear to him, she had abandoned him and their plan. She had given up on him, just like his parents had when he first told him he was going to follow his dream, instead of theirs.

Seungcheol was angry, it boiled inside of him like an overflowing calderon, and the closer he got to the university and his dorm, the more it spilled over. In a frenzy he had entered his home and destroyed everything he owned. His studio setup, his computer, his many notebooks that were filled with lyrics, because everything had been touched by her and he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Not after she had lied boldly to his face the night before when they shared the most intimate moment with each other.

And just like he promised to her underneath the moonlight, he gave it all up, but this time because she had broken him.

There was a letter she had left for him to find. It didn’t come into his possession after he had stopped attending classes and was living on Jeonghan and Joshua’s couch. The university had called him to pick up his belongings from his dorm after he dropped all his classes on whim one Saturday afternoon. When he did, when he opened the front door of the wretched dorm room, the room that once held so many beautiful memories turned sour. The toe of his shoe was met with a brown paper envelope, his name scribbled neatly on the back. Instantly he knew who it was from.

Seungcheol had once prided himself in memorizing the way her letters curved with one another. A useless talent he now wished he could forget entirely. With a hesitant he opened it and skimmed through, not wanting to linger long enough on every single one of her words so it would hurt less.

In the end it did.

It hurt more than her leaving him stranded on the bus stop that morning. It hurt more than finding out that the little things she had strategically left at his place had mysteriously disappeared when he came back home that morning. It hurt more than giving up entirely on a dream so pure that it ended up tainted. It hurt more than dying, or so he assumed because now he finally knew the truth. A truth he had been blinded to the entire three years they spent lost in each other’s thoughts and arms.

She didn’t love, and she never did. She had a passion that consumed her to the point of greed and when she realized she wasn’t going to achieve her dream with Seungcheol at her side.

She left and he had given up love for good.

Which is why Seungcheol was so against the entire soulmate phenomenon. If death was the outcome then so be it, even though the thought of his mom finding him out he was dead scared him to the point it welcomed chills to his body. He was stubborn though, and his father always hated that about him because it reminded him of his younger self. But Seungcheol was never going to give in, no matter how loud the click on his wrist was ticking and how fast he found himself walking.

There was a little bit of hope. It was reserved for special occasions and those had been a rarity in Seungcheol’s life for longer than he liked to admit. But it was still there, buried deep inside, behind his walls and his pride. And it was threatening to burst out into the open, because as much as Seuncheol was scared of falling in love again, this time with a complete stranger, terrified him. The thought of not knowing if his life was really at stake was far scarier. He was gambling with his life line and that was a risk he found himself not willing to take. Though he would never admit to himself and especially not to Jeonghan or Joshua.

He was in complete denial at least for a slight second. Yet, he had started to walk with fever and hastily. He was desperate, he didn’t know where to start or how to start or if he should even start. He just walked, until his body was running on autopilot. He didn’t know where he was going or where he was going to end up, but the only thing on his mind was that the timer was blaring inside of his eardrums at an alarming rate, and the hope he kept at bay spilling out of his pores.

He needed to find his soulmate before it was too late.

Seungcheol didn’t want to die, he still had a dream to achieve. He will do it, he had promised himself that much. And he wasn’t going to let anyone take it away from again.

Hour 6 - 22:00

Seungcheol was panting, bending over, with his sweaty palms against his jean clad legs as tried his best to put the air back in his lungs.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been walking, all he could remember was bumping into a few people along the way and mumbling sorry’s underneath his breath when they had sent him glares his way. But he had ended up at the park across the street from his studio apartment, the one he rarely lived in because more often than not. The old raggedy couch at the car shop had been his home for as long as he had worked there. He had bought it last year after saving up enough money, in hopes of it becoming his new beginning, his safe space, where he could jump right back into working on his one goal in life.

Though, the first night he had spent there, he had hated it. Occasionally he would give it a second chance. He had given it many second chances, but the outcome was always the same. He would stay awake until four in the morning, get frustrated and then end up running laps at the park until sunrise.

This park had been his sanctuary, the one his apartment couldn’t provide, so it was no surprise his body had carried him here. He felt at home here, the hollowing of the wind chiming and wrapping around him like a blanket of safety. Here, in this park, Seungcheol felt comfortable enough to let his mind race through the thoughts he would keep hidden behind a wall.

He straightened himself out, running his fingers through his wet sweaty hair and made his way to the park bench by the basketball court, where he would occasionally lay down in the middle and look at the sky, counting the lack of stars in the sky. He knew they were there, but because of the city's light pollution they were invisible to his eye. Those were the only stars he trusted, not the ones that used the Universe’s gifts for their own selfish desires and to control everyone.

The stars in the night sky, the one’s he used his imagination and intuition to connect with, trusted him. They were the only one’s in his life that believed in him, even when he couldn’t believe in himself, and it made him feel at ease knowing that at least someone out there was rooting for him to win this losing battle.

Seungcheol took a deep sigh and placed his palm over the watch on the inside of his wrist. He had only two hours left, and he would rather not witness the time ticking down. He could hear it, it was drumming loudly against his eardrums, loud enough to the point in which he couldn’t hear the wind and the tree’s surrounding him singing their natural melody. The last thing he needed was to see the visual representation of his last breath nearing him.

He wanted to fight, but he was tired. If tonight was his last night living a life he had been so cruel to. He would at least take his last breath at the place he felt most at home.

So, he sat back and closed his eyes tightly. He felt the wind against his cooling skin, the familiar shivers running up his spine. For the first time since he woke up that morning he felt at peace.

Hour 7 - 23:00

The ringing of his phone startled him. He had only had his eyes closed for about five minutes. Only five minutes of peace before it was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He let out a frustrated sigh and fished out his phone from the pocket of his oil stained light washed jeans. His gaze and heart softened when he realized his mother was the one calling him. Without hesitation he unlocked his phone and placed his phone to his ear.

Silence. He was met with silence, until a choked sob broke it, his heart shattering in the process. “M-Mom, what’s wrong?” Seungcheol sat up. His eyes grew wide. The anxiety running through his body making his leg bounce.

“Joshua called me. He was freaking out saying that you were making a mistake. What is talking about? You’re not thinking about leaving again?” His mom spoke. Seungcheol could visualize the almost heart attack Joshua had given his mother when he called. He could visualize the color draining from her face as her hands shook while she dialed his number. Seungcheol’s mother was an over thinker and she always thought about the worst possible scenarios. Especially when it came to Seungcheol and his brother. Joshua knew what he was doing when he had called his mother. He knew that his mother was his weakness. Despite the differences they argued about over the years, Seungcheol loved his mother and knowing she was in such distress because of him, scared him more than what he already was.

“Nothing mom, he’s over exaggerating. Jeonghan, him and I had a small argument earlier but it’s nothing mom. I’m okay.” He spoke into the receiver lying through his teeth. He wasn’t fine, although he was in his sanctuary and at peace. His timer finally reached the fifty-nine minute mark and his heart was racing to the point he was scared it would literally squeeze through the spaces between his ribs and rip through the safety of his skin, onto the concrete pavement beneath his feet.

“Are you sure? He sounded really scared and worried, what did you guys fight about?” The words came rushing out of her mouth at lighting speed. He knew that question was coming and although he tried scouring through the files in his mind to come up with a concrete answer that would make his mother worry less. He couldn’t. There was no answer he could give her. If she lied she would know, but if he told the truth, his mother would certainly never be able to recover.

He knew he could prevent her heartbreak. All he had to do was get up and start walking again, let his feet carry him as his intuition and the Universe led him to where he needed to be, but he stayed seated. His hand closing into a fist taking the roughness of his jeans between them, the frustration, fear and anxiety coursing through his veins faster than before. Maybe if he wasn’t such a coward, maybe if he didn’t let his own selfishness consume him to the point it clouded his judgment, he could’ve let himself do what he needed to do. What he wanted to do.

“It’s not a big deal, Jeonghan asked him to be his best man and I got a little upset. Tomorrow we’ll be fine and laugh about it.” He said letting out the breath he had been holding in. He knew he sounded like he had just ran a few miles rather than sitting down in complete silence and stillness.

“I know you’re lying but I have been able to get the truth out of you, so I’ll drop it. At least I know you’re okay and you’re still here.” Seungcheol’s mother stopped speaking for a second, he could hear his father whispering something to her and his mother answering in agreement. “Visit us tomorrow, your brother is coming over tomorrow for dinner. Your dad wants to see you.” She half whispered the last part and it brought a slight smile to his face. For years Seungcheol and his father had not been on good terms, whenever they saw each other, his future always became the topic of conversation. His father always shared his disapproval and disappointment on how Seungcheol’s life had turned out. His father expected too much from both him and his brother, he had dreams in which he had tried to instill in them. It wasn’t enough that one of his sons had achieved his dream, his pride was attached to the two of them. And knowing that Seungcheol always refused, always followed the beat of his own drum, wounded his pride.

His mother and brother always tried their best to bridge the gap between them that had only grown deeper over the years.

Seungcheol admired their commitment, but just being in his father’s presence fully aware of how he felt towards him was only a simple reminder of what he did not want to become, and it only made him resent him even more.

“I don’t know mom, I work until late tomorrow and I wouldn’t have enough time to go home shower and change. Maybe some other time.” Seungcheol whispered. The wind blew causing a single leaf to escape its perspective branch. Seungcheol watched it closely as it flew down, landing on his lap. He picked it up in between his forefinger and thumb, twirling the steam as he listened to his mother sigh out.

“Just come after work...it’s important.”

Seungcheol wanted to say yes. The simple three letter word was one of the hardest ones to say. With the urgency in his mother’s voice, he knew that she wasn’t lying and that whatever his father had to tell him. It was important. But Seungcheol didn’t want to make a promise he could not keep. For he didn’t know if his tomorrow would ever come. If the last thirty minutes (indicated by the timer on his wrist) would be the last thirty minutes of his life.

He wondered if it was possible for time to run faster than before, and the quick ticking sound in his head proved that he was right. It was now drowning out the sound of his mother’s low and desperate pleas.

“M-Mom I’ll see what I can do, maybe if Jeonghan is in a good mood I can convince him to let me off early, I’ll try to be there by dinner time.” The almost empty promise escaped his throat, running past his teeth and perfect lips faster than he could stop himself.

“Perfect. We’ll see you tomorrow.” His mother cheered. He could hear and sense her happiness through the receiver of his phone and it shattered his heart. When tomorrow came and what Jeonghan and Joshua both claimed to be true would happen. What would be his mother’s reaction?

“I’ll try mom, you know I’m not good at keeping promises.” He half joked, the tears had started to pool in the corner of his eyes. He looked up at the night sky, making eye contact with the moon. They had once been intimate, but over the last few months they had been disconnected, the stars surrounding her protecting her from his own selfish needs and acts. He missed her, he wished he could feel her light upon his skin, caressing him and holding him in ways he wanted to be held. Ways in which he needed to be held. Though, he could feel her reluctance as he took in her beauty. She was there with him, keeping him company as the last twenty minutes of his life counted down.

“You always find a way to keep them Seungcheol. I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” He whispered before the line went dead. Seungcheol sighed, bringing down his phone from his ear. He stared at his mother’s contact name, trying to decide if he should call her back again. Tell her that he wasn’t fine that he was scared and that he wanted to be in her arms, singing the song she always sang to him whenever his imagination betrayed him, plaguing his dreams with nightmares. But he didn’t again, his own pride and reluctance, the one he gets from his father and the reason why they clash so much kept him calling her back.

Instead he looked at his timer one last time, noted that there were ten minutes left and placed his phone down next to him on the bench. He took in his surroundings one last time before leaning his back and closing his tired soft eyes.

Hour 8: 24:00

“Excuse me?”

Seungcheol opened his eyes upon hearing the sound of the soft voice behind him and the light tap on his shoulder. He sat up quickly looking around frantically. He only had five minutes left and his peace had been disturbed. He turned around his gaze falling upon someone he had only seen in his dreams.

“You dropped your phone.” You said shakingly, handing him his phone. He assumed that it had fallen through the cracks of the bench; he had been so deep in his thoughts he didn’t hear the thud of it hitting the ground.

“Oh um, thank you.” He spoke quickly, taking his phone. His fingers accidentally brushed over the soft skin of your wrist, the familiar digital clock appearing before him and the ticking sound became loud enough to the point he couldn’t hear the nagging voice that had stayed with him for the last twenty five years of his life. Quickly he glanced down to his wrist and then at yours, he could feel the fear radiating out of your pores as the seconds counted down faster than the speed of light.

Seungcheol almost laughed. In fact he felt the laugh suppressing itself in the back of his throat. But as the timer finally reached the infamous zero’s, his last breath didn’t come, and neither did yours. He watched as you looked around frantically before your eyes found his. You let out the sob you had been suppressing for the entirety of the day. Your knees gave up on you and you leaned down hugging your calves, burying your face into your thighs, the sobs came quickly and Seungcheol sat there not knowing what to do.

It was like his body was acting on his and he stood up, rounding the corner of the bench and crouched down. His shaking arms wrapped around you tightly, running a soothing hand down your back, smoothing out the wrinkles of your navy blue sweatshirt.

The next words we muttered, were words he never thought he would say again. But again it felt like he wasn’t in control of his body. It felt like after the timer hit the long awaited double zero’s his body belonged to someone else, almost as if he had been reborn again after twenty five years.

“It’s okay, I am here.”

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mitchychaos · 3 years

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If She was an Angel, He was a Demon (Ch. 2)

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader (University AU)

Word Count: 1493

Warnings: Cursing

[A/N: A little slow during this chapter, I’m dragging out their relationship, and I have some future plans involving Samu later. *insert an evil smirk here* Anyway. Hope you enjoy! You can find Chapter one in the masterlist!]

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Deep down, she had known it was Suna. She just had to make sure. Of course he found her. There was at least fifty people at this party, and he somehow managed to spot her in the crowd.

“I showed up because my friend wanted me to come.”

“You sure it’s not because you saw me earlier and wanted to see me one more time?”

The smirk that he wore pissed her off to no end. How dare he assume she would show up to a party purely for the chance to see him? Self-centered asshole.

“Yeah, I’m sure I didn’t,” Y/N kept up the cold demeanor, but couldn’t help but notice that he was nearly pressed up against her back to look at her face. She was blushing but knew it would be too dark for him to see that.

“Aw don’t be like that doll. I think we could really have a good time if you would just open up a bit. Or maybe you don’t want to because you have someone else? Kita maybe?”

“I’m not dating Kita, and even if I was it wouldn’t be any of your business Suna,” she turned around to face him, tilting her head up a bit to look at him.

“Alright, alright. No need to get so feisty with me doll.”

“I’m only being feisty because you’re always hitting on me like I’m supposed to fall head over heels for you.”

“Well, I can’t say I would be upset if you did trip over those little heels you got on, straight into my bed tonight.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s more like it doll.”

“Alright I’m out of here.”

Y/N turned again in search of RM/N so that she could let her know that she was leaving. However, when she turned around Atsumu and her friend were no where to be seen. She sighed angrily, unsure of what to do now. She didn’t want to leave incase RM/N was still here, but she also didn’t want to be stuck dealing with Suna. So she just walked away from him, there wasn’t any need to think it over in front of him. It would just give him more of a chance to antagonize her anyway.

As she walked towards the kitchen area in the house, she finally saw another familiar face. It was the other twin she met earlier, Osamu. She could at least go talk to him and see if he had seen Atsumu and her roommate.

“Osamu! It’s me Kita’s friend from earlier. I have a quick question,” she called out, waving her arm a bit to grab his attention. She walked over to stand in front of him, and he pushed himself off of the wall that he was currently leaning on.

“Oh, Y/N right? I didn’t know you’d be here. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you had seen Atsumu and a girl running around here. He was with my roommate but now they’ve disappeared somewhere, and I wanna leave.”

“No, I haven’t seen them. I saw them talking earlier though. Atsumu probably took her to his room or something.”

“Damn it, I just wanna go to bed. Its been a long night,” Y/N laughed just a little bit, but the night had definitely not gone how she had wanted it to go. The only thing she could think about was making it into a bed and falling asleep. Most of the alcohol she had drank was wearing off, and now all she had was a headache.

“Hm, well if you want you can crash in my room. My roommate is probably gonna run off with some chick tonight, so,” Osamu offered, shrugging his shoulders a little.

Y/N really considered it. She was tired and she was sure that RM/N was still with Atsumu and probably would be for the rest of the night. She could just send her a text and then run off to bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Come on I’ll show you where my room is.”

Osamu started walking up a set of stairs, and Y/N followed him quietly. Upstairs the music and talking couldn’t even be heard. She felt a wave of tiredness rush over her bones as she walked into the dark room. Osamu clicked on the lights and turned towards her.

“Alright, there’s my bed. My charger is by the wall, and I have some t-shirts and stuff in the closet. I’ll probably sneak up here to fall asleep in the floor later, sorry if I wake you up. If you need anything you know where to find me”

Y/N nodded gratefully. She was surprised that he was so kind. Osamu reminded her a bit of Kita, but possibly a bit more outgoing. He at least showed some more expressions.

She walked over to the sink grabbing one of the towels and taking off her makeup. It felt nice to finally be able to relax a bit. The tension that she had in her shoulders was slowly alleviating itself. She splashed some water on her face and looked in the mirror. She looked exhausted, bags underneath her eyes. Her eyes and cheeks had both turned bright red. The headache wasn’t going away, but she probably just need some water to get that to go away.

As she was standing by the sink, she grabbed her phone to send RM/N a quick text message to let her know where she was. She didn’t want her to think that she ditched her. Even though it was obviously the other way around right now. She turned her head a little when the door opened, thinking it was just Osamu. She let out a loud groan when Suna walked through the door.

“You’re kidding me right now.”

“Doll? I didn’t realize that you were going to take my advice and fall into my bedroom.” He wore that stupid smirk again. It was lazy, and his eyes crinkled a little bit. His demeanor gave off this indifference, but if someone looked hard enough, which Y/N did, you would be able to find the surprise that lingered there. It pissed her off that he carried himself in such a lazy way. Every time she had seen him, he had that lazy demeanor. One that said that he couldn’t care about what was currently going on.

“Osamu said I could sleep in his bed tonight since I can’t find my roommate. She ran off with Atsumu. It has nothing to do with you,” she snapped a little, going to the closet that Osamu pointed at earlier. She looked inside, blatantly ignoring the boy who was still standing in the middle of the room. She pulled out a random t-shirt then looked at him. “I’m going to change so if you could make yourself useful and leave that would be great.”

“This is my room you know.”

“Suna.”

“Fine, fine. I’m turning around!”

Y/N watched as he turned around, and when she felt comfortable that he wasn’t going to peak she turned her back towards him and started changing into the large t-shirt. She sighed in relief as she took off the clothes that were a bit too tight to be comfortable, and the heels that had straps digging into her ankles.

“Alright I’m done. Goodnight,” she finally said, climbing into Osamu’s bed and getting under the covers. She rolled onto her side so she couldn’t see the other boy. She wanted him to believe that her heart wasn’t pounding in her chest at the sound of him moving around the room and getting ready for bed. She didn’t even know why it was happening. She hated him already. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him, and she was so mad that he was making her so nervous. She chalked it up to the fact that she hadn’t been around in a while, and she was drunk.

“You sure you don’t want any water? Your face looks red and I’m sure you’ve got a raging headache.”

He was right, she did want water. She was pissed that he was right. She cleared her throat and glanced at him as he was pulling two water bottles out of the fridge even though she had yet to respond. Why was he taking the time now to be nice? He had literally been an asshole every other time he had spoken to her. It was obvious to her that he was the type of boy you should stay away from. The boy that would just break your heart and leave you crying over him for weeks after he had finished using you for what he wanted.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, taking the water from his outstretched hand and drinking some of it before falling back down onto her side. She closed her eyes and within a few minutes sleep finally fell over her.

#suna x y/n #suna rintarō #haikyuu!!#osamu #atsumu #fanfic

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aerialflight · 3 years

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Fic Recs (mostly Naruto cause I read too many good fics in the fandom and now I'm in hell)

[Naruto]

Spirit-Touched by phooykazooi

Once upon a time, the Haruno clan were priests. It was said that they were spirit-touched, and that they walked among the downtrodden and the poor, and did not bow to royalty.

Or, an AU in which Sakura can see spirits.

Part 1 of The Realms Between

(Really, and I mean REALLY fantastic Shikamaru & Sakura friendship! Fantastic, beautiful writing, and such good worldbuilding, god, and the Haruno family is so badass!! Sakura and everything she does makes me want to scream!! Please read!)

Final Evaluation by Do_the_Cool_Whip

Progress evaluations are one-on-one consultation meetings between academy students and their teacher. Their purpose is to inform academy students of their strengths and weaknesses and guide them down their ideal path to becoming a strong shinobi. Upon graduating the academy and passing their jounin-sensei test, new genin return to the academy for one final consultation. (Or: The story of what happens when Umino Iruka uses his final meetings with his students as way to send them off to become the best shinobi they can possibly be.)

(Iruka! Is! The! Best! Teacher! Ever! End of story!!! Great interpretation of all the characters and their capabilities and I am so so excited for the sequel that will undoubtedly come! XD)

Celestial Bodies by Oceanbreeze7

Sasuke looked at the fire, eyes glowing red as the mutated corrupted seal on his throat. "Amaterasu blessed me. I see things. Like you with two normal eyes and the Hokage. And Sakura with a seal on her forehead. And I run Chidori through Naruto's heart. I keep trying to kill him. Over and over. And that knuckleheaded idiot never gives up.”

(Don't you get it? I saw it. The moon will bleed, the nations will die. The world is going to end.)

Part 1 of Celestial Bodies and Anomalies

(I swear, this fic freaking elevated my expectations on Sasuke-centric fics in general holy hell. Also, read the fucking sequel after this cause EVERYTHING GOES NUTS AND THE PLOT GOES OFF AND I'M HERE FOR THIS SHIT. Fucking Uchihas man. Also, you wouldn't think this series is funny, but it is, and it's amazing.)

A step to the left (and right off the cliff) by weavingBlue

Team Seven starts off on a different foot and Sasuke's canonical journey to get stronger goes off the rails a bit. It all works out though. Probably.

(This fic went in a direction I didn't expect and it's GLORIOUS. SO FUNNY, I honestly was dying while I was reading this. Please give this a chance!!)

promises by BombsAreForBabies

It's her first kiss and Naruto's last. She promises him that she will bring Sasuke home. It's his dying wish, after all.

(Naruto bleeds out faster than the kyuubi can heal him.

Sakura learns that being a ninja is more than fancy jutsu and fun.

Sasuke does not know that he just killed his best friend and turned his most loyal comrade into his worst enemy.)

(Listen LISTEN I know this sounds depressing but the relationship developments and slow healing is EVERYTHING and I think it's absolutely worth it to read this. Sakura's characterization is so good and Kakashi makes me want to hug him. A lot.)

Fang Under Fang by Vroomian

"Are we sure he's really an Inuzuka?"

(The answer is no.)

Someone reborn as Inuzuka Kiba not only has to deal with bullshit ninja magic, but soulmates being A Thing.

(Really good self-insert fic and its platonic soulmates, not romantic! I am always here for a good Kiba-centric fic and I won't say who the soulmate is. It's unexpected but so, so good! Trust me!)

Haunt The Lonely by Tht0neGal666

(Series where Sakura can see ghosts and the Things she gets up to due to this ability. The fics are short but man, you can already see the shifting differences in Team 7's dynamics, it's great!)

Perception by Ellie_Enchanted

Naruto can sense auras, which throws everything off it's balance. Because really, with someone as open as Naruto running around and peering into the depths of people's souls, something is bound to change. In other words, sometimes all that's needed is a push. Also, Sasuke apparently glows.

(Naruto the empath changing the plot and making it Better and I am loving it!)

Crossfire by DejaVu22

Following the events of Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke never makes it to Orochimaru's hideout. Instead, he is waylaid by a one-eyed man named Tobi, a man possessing a Sharingan, a terrifying dual personality, a penchant for always being late, and a single-minded mission to stop the Akatsuki in their tracks. When Sasuke runs into Naruto again years later, he must ally with his old teammate in order to protect him from the Akatsuki, while keeping him out of the two man war Tobi and Sasuke have started against the dangerous organization.

(I honest to god can't stop cackling when I read this, the Sasuke & Obito dynamic is so freaking chaotic and Sasuke's characterization is the best thing I've ever read. This boi is a mEsS and I'm fucking rooting for him. He cares so much! There's secret identity shenanigans happening on sasuke's end and it's HILARIOUS! This is the duo I never thought I needed but here it is! *cackles insanely*)

[Diamond no Ace]

Echo in His Hands by SportRayne (rayningnight)

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

What does it mean, when you remember snapshots of your own future?

Is it your future at all, if you change it?

Would you even want to change it?

(Look I am WEAK for BAMF Eijun and time travel fics and Miyuki being a tanuki bastard, okay? Time travel fic where Eijun gets feelings of people he knew before in the future. Really good so far and am so excited over this fic!)

The path we walk by WindsOfTime

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

Eijun goggles at the magazine she just shoved into his hands. "W-Wakana!" "I know!" she says, beaming. "That's my soulmate!!" "I know!!" "My soulmate plays baseball!!"

(Became such an instant fave so fast it's unbelievable. I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH! Best soulmate fic in this fandom, hands down!)

[One Piece]

switching places by fireflywitch

Zoro is 21 and wakes up in a desert they already saved, on a ship that they burned two years ago, and standing next to a man who is supposed to be dead. Except, that can’t be right, can it?

Zoro is 19 and wakes up on a ship that’s too big, next to a robot wearing a swimsuit, and he’s supposed to fight something called a Kaido. Also, he’s missing an eye, and no one’s even a little worried about it?

(or)

Time travel is a shitshow, and Zoro didn't sign up for this.

(FUCKING HILARIOUS ZORO IS THE BEST PERSON TO SEND BACK IN TIME CAUSE HE'D BE TERRIBLE YET FANTASTIC AT IT I CAN'T MAN FIEWNOPFEW)

No Time To Crank The Sun by VIKAN

He’s surrounded by strangers, but they’re all trying to convince him otherwise. Or, Zoro faces a mysterious and relentless challenge that he just can’t wrap his head around.

(This ripped my heart open, I cried reading this my god. Please read this, the pain is so worth it and Zoro and his relationship with his crew is so good here. This reminded me why I love the Straw Hats so much!)

[Fairy Tail]

to learn about a lucy (with a look into the future.) by るる凪 - nagi (arurun)

A watching the future fanfic.

It's currently X781, three years before canon. A group of Fairy Tail mages find themselves in a large building, with no known way out.

They sit down, and they watch the future.

(This is so much more fun than I thought it would be and I'm so happy I found this fic. This fic reignited my old love for this fandom and I hope it does for you too!)

[Harry Potter]

sunflowers by Marnie27

One day, a young girl sits on the edge of a well. On this day, she falls in. Then the next, she’s not even a ‘she’ anymore. He’s Peter Pettigrew — doomed to die at the hands of his (betrayed) friend’s son.

Peter is selfish, bitter and brash. He’s not some fairy tale hero, he doesn’t care if everyone around him dies, as long as he lives. The marauders are annoying and childish. Survival is his priority, and he can’t afford to face distractions.

This just makes the fact that soulmates are now apparently a thing all the more godawful.

(And then another day years later he falls into an entirely new impossibility, Remus Lupin in tow, right into the third book of Harry Potter. Smack bang on the other Peter Pettigrew’s grave).

It’s confusing and graceless, and entirely something that would happen to him of all people.

(Self-insert fic where a girl reincarnates into Peter Pettigrew! And there are soulmates! And it's angsty and hilarious and Peter is an Asshole (somewhat unintentionally lol). Always a fan of biased pov fics and characters slowly improving themselves and their mental health! Cause dying! Is! Traumatic! *smiley face* Please read!)

[Crossovers]

he's a killer queen, sunflower, guillotine by hoye

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Harry Potter

He has to be the weirdest Hufflepuff Harry’s ever seen. Scratch that, he’s the weirdest Hufflepuff Hogwarts has ever seen.

(One thing everyone could agree on: NEVER call Edward Elric short.)

(This is peak Edward Elric and all the best things about him and I'm just having a Good Time. Friendships! Logical solutions! Marauder screentime! And so much More! *bright grin* It's a fun place here!)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Naruto #Diamond no Ace #One Piece #Fairy Tail #Harry Potter #Crossover #Fullmetal Alchemist

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Todosibs (and other BNHA) rec list

I started another BNHA fic reclist and it got long so I'm putting it here as I tend to.... on my ATLA sideblog. Don't worry about the logic of this too much, haha. Anyways, a lot of these are pretty well known, but maybe some are new to you! I'm also giving pitches for why I like them geared towards specific requests, and I'll list the original request at the bottom of the post so if you guys have further recs that meet these requirements let me know!

Not all who wander are lost -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/17950646 -- 27k words, complete -- Has probably been rec’d here before, and I was re-reading it today as a treat, I still love it a lot! All four Todoroki siblings run away together after Rei burns Shouto. I love the characterization, and how the author draws on their own experience as a foreigner working in Japan, and how they did their research on missing child cases and child homelessness in Japan (it doesn't go hugely in depth but I appreciate the authors' notes discussing this, even if it's, well, incredibly tragic. There’s more light hearted cultural notes as well!)

make this feel like home -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/21852745 -- 27k words, complete -- we already rec'd this to you but adding it here for completion. A character-focused Todosibs fic with EXCELLENT portrayal of sibling relationships. I re-read this one A LOT.

Dragon Head, Snake Tail -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/17195510 -- 61k words, incomplete -- Another Todosib favorite that deals with canon and also an AU in which Rei got a divorce and everyone mostly grew up away from Endeavor. I love how the sibling relationships are depicted, but I also love how the author is a huge kanji nerd who fully lean's into Horikoshi's love for punny names and the long authors notes explaining how they came up with every new name in the fic. It's occasionally bittersweet but mostly a fun & humorous fic.

Twin Swap -- https://archiveofourown.org/series/1867879 -- 55k words, on hiatus with 2 complete arcs -- do you want Todosibs AND great villain characterization? (well mostly Fuyumi & Touya, but Natsuo is there for a bit too). Anyways the fic is mostly pretty lighthearted in tone, but it's also not afraid to hit hard in the characterization department, and I really love how this author wrote all of the League members. I re-read this one a lot.

No Such Thing As a Hopeless Case -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/16806328 -- 14k words, hiatus (and right on a cliffhanger too!) -- All Might accidentally kinda adopts the league of villains? Again, great LOV characterization, and I think you'll like how it explores the societal factors and personal tragedies that lead them to and keep them at the margins of society. also, some really terrible puns, which are my favorite thing

could i but teach the hundreth part -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/12558048 -- 5k words, complete -- a post-canon outsider-POV fic of Class 1-A visiting and taking care of a retried All Might. It’s just short and sweet.

Missing Everything -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/30128547 -- 52k words, in progress -- AU where Izuku doesn't learn of All Might's secret during the slime attack, but manages to befriend him through his civilian identity. Recommending this for the really interesting (to me at least) characterization of All Might and examination of his flaws and the toll of his career, and recently it's gotten into some interesting exploration of the details of the Hero System with the beach clean up.

Q.A.B. -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/27665101 -- 18k words, complete (w/ a sequel just starting out!) -- a really excellent social media fic in which Izuku stays quirkless and doesn't go to UA but does gain a following online for his quirk analysis and hero blogging. Also features great characterization of Todoroki, Kaminari, and some of the Vigilantes crew.

Yesterday Upon the Stair -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/8337607 -- 460k words, complete. You're probably aware of this fic since it's the highest hit count in the fandom, but I really think it fits your requirement and writing and character work! I know some other people who think the writing and character work are mediocre though, which I'm baffled by... but YMMV? The beginning is weaker and my absolute FAVORITE part is the Nighteye arc, which is the last 20% of the fic, but I would say it really starts to hit its stride by chapter 9~10? If you aren't enjoying it by then it's probably fair to expect it won't catch your interest later.

I can't believe no one has written any "self insert as Bakugo" fanfics... - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17662220 -- 70k words, infrequent updates -- I like this one for taking a weird as hell premise and REALLY rolling with it. It's somehow pretty similar to a lot of more positive takes on Bakugo's relationship with the Midoriyas while also being very much it's own thing. The author is NOT "far out of high school" though -- it's hilariously clear from the SI's reactions to certain quirks that the writer started this while taking lower division universtiy physics (and personally I love that). Also appreciate SI!Bakugo's war with Nedzu to get proper counseling and mental health support for class 1-a after all the shit they've been through.

It's Over, Isn't It (it's only yet begun) -- https://archiveofourown.org/series/1269638 -- 66k words, abandoned series with several complete stories -- AU where All Might dies rescuing Tenko from AfO but other than that it's a heartwarming fix-it! Same author as YUTS, very positive portrayal of Nighteye, excellent character writing for many other characters.

Subject: A Comprehensive Report -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/16037609 -- 83k words, infrequent updates -- another very popular fandom staple, but hey it's really good! A social media fic with quirkless Izuku interning with Nighteye as an analyst. Has some very interesting exploration of the legalities of Hero Society and how the status quo developed.

For Fools and Utopias -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/22547254 -- 89k words, updates regularly -- okay grace is the one who rec’d this fic to ME but to anyone stumbling across this reclist on tumblr, THIS FIC IS A MUST READ. Absolutely the BEST, more thought out and gutting portrayal of the flaws of the hero system, and how the different characters struggle with it. This fic GOT to me, hard, I’m still thinking about it a lot. Takes place roughly a decade post-canon, in an AU where Izuku never met All Might or went to UA, and nothing got fixed (yet! they’re trying!!). Features absoulely STELLAR characterization of Midoriya, Shinsou, Todoroki, his sibblings, Ragdoll, and more!!

Here’s the original request:

any of the following in any combination: - really good writing - sophisticated character work - engagements with the ethics of the hero system - some kind of actually nuanced take on the Todoroki family - anything obviously written by people who are long out of high school (sorry for being old) - adults todobaku - good looks at the villains because guess what I continue to be weak for villain stories - basically anything that's Really Good - I like grey areas

(to clarify, I, teashoptiramisu, am not the originator of this request but I’m also interesting in reading more fic exploring these ideas, so if you have any more fic that you think meet it feel free to drop the link(s) in a reblog or send me an ask!)

#fic recs #fic rec #fic recommendation #bnha #not atla #long post

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