[ID: Various digital drawings of Jonathan Sims from TMA, all set during season four. He is a tall, thin British-Indian man with receding and unruly curly grey hair. It Is long and usually tied back half-up, half-down. His skin is covered in a variety of scars, some fresher than others, and he wears rectangular glasses. In the first drawing, he is staring with focus down at the cigarette he is lighting. In the second, he is shown in profile, wearing a noticeably oversized mustard-coloured jumper, the neck of which he holds to his mouth and nose, with a tear visible in his eye. In the third and fourth drawings, his eyes glow red as he looks down with a sardonic smile, then at the viewer with a grave expression. Beside these there is a transcript excerpt that says “ARCHIVIST: (flatly) Or perhaps you could answer some questions.” In the last, he is shown sitting against an unseen wall, seemingly asleep, with his glasses tucked into the front of his shirt, and his head propped against his hand. Amongst the drawings are a cassette tape that has the note “recording by Martin Blackwood” and little hearts surrounding it; a lit zippo lighter with a spiderweb design; a clean and disembodied human rib; and a smartphone with a cracked screen. Above the phone are a series of texts sent seemingly from Jon to Martin: “do you hat e me pleas be honest”/”iM only yipts i PORMISE MAETIN”/”i;m sor ry for inconvcebie d.Ng you :’(” Then, there is a timestamp for “today, 9:34am”, followed by more messages: “Sorry. I want to reiterate that I’m still very worried; I don’t trust that you’re safe.”/”Let me know if I can help you.” The last message is a single heart emoji, but it is showing as not delivered. End ID.]
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idk what to tell u. in s4 this man simply has a certain pathetic rizz. a wet dog je ne sais quoi.
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Guess who had a little too much fun with the pathetic reincarnation AU idea :))
To summarize! WW gets reincarnated in a very distant future where humanity is more settled down in the planet. He remembers everything and decides to keep living his life as normally as he is able to. That is until he meets his neighbor when he moved to a new apartment.
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He was an absolute weirdo of a guy who looked just like Vash in so many ways yet was so different in many others at the same time.
He pretends that his system isn’t going haywire every time he is around the man, the one that resembles someone he cared for so deeply in a life that wasn’t his but remembers all too well. He decides to pretend he doesn’t know Vash because he really doesn’t, not this one at least.
Meanwhile, Vash is going through a very trippy existential crisis for seeing Wolfwood again after what felt like dozens of centuries. This could clearly not be him however because, well, he knows why. So he pretends not to know him because wouldn’t that be weird if he acted like he did?
They avoid each other like the plague, the beautiful and horrible emotions that swarmed on their insides too much to bear just by the presence of the other. They could slip at any moment so it was better to evade the neighbor.
The thing here is, that life has never gone how they want it since ever.
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hyungwon x gn reader
tags: domestic fluff, kids/family au, dad!hyungwon, non-idol au, SFW
word count: 720
a/n: it's rlly just a tiny silly drabble about house husband!hyungwon bc @blizzardfluffykpop and I had dad!mx brainrot~
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When you’d first breached the topic of having children it felt difficult to you. You wanted children, you truly did. But you felt so torn at the thought that you’d have to give up on all the things you’d built up for yourself at work. Your career was important to you and you didn’t want to have to cut back, but just thinking about that made you feel terrible and like you couldn’t possibly be a good parent. Shouldn’t your children always come first? But was it so wrong to not want to choose between having a career and having a family?
Thoughts like these kept haunting you, but you didn’t dare to tell Hyungwon any of them. You were too scared to admit that, even in front of him.
Hungwon knew you well though. He noticed that you were brooding about this, stressing yourself out before you’d even made any decisions.
“You know,” he’d said one night, both of you already comfortable in bed and ready to call it a day. “I don’t mind staying home.”
“Huh?” You’d just stared at him through the dark. Somehow that possibility hadn’t even occurred to you.
“I can cut down my hours and I can also work from home a lot,” he continued and it didn’t sound like an impulsive idea. Hyungwon seemed to have given it a lot of thought.
Of course, the topic hadn’t been done and over with yet—you’d discussed things some more and considered your options realistically before even trying for a baby.
But in the end, you did it just like Hyungwon had suggested: He reduced his work hours and stayed home with the kids, only driving to the office if it really couldn’t be helped. And you returned to work, not having to give up on the goals you had for your career. It worked out well for the both of you: Hyungwon seemed to enjoy getting to stay with the kids and you were relieved you could keep your job without worrying. You loved your job after all.
And yet there was nothing you loved more than coming home to your family after a long day and listening to what they’d been up to during dinner time.
Today was no exception, you were filled with a sense of warmth and anticipation as you unlocked the door, happy to be back with your chaotic little family soon. You slipped out of your shoes and stepped inside, almost stumbling over your daughter’s backpack that she must have left in the hallway. It was oddly quiet, and you quickly found out why:
When you came into the living room you found your husband taking a nap on the floofy rug, the baby sleeping soundly on his chest and your daughter curled up at his side. They must have tired themselves out a lot to all be asleep like that and it was such a sweet sight, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a picture.
You were hungry and had been looking forward to having dinner, but now that thought was basically forgotten. Instead of getting dinner ready and waking them up, you laid down on Hyungwon’s other side, resting your head against his shoulder and listening to the calm breathing of your family.
The moment you closed your eyes though, Hyungwon blinked his open to look at you.
“Welcome home,” he whispered barely audibly.
“I’m home,” you replied, earning you a smile.
“I’m sorry about dinner.”
“Don’t be. I can wait for dinner if it means I get to spend time with my family like this.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, gently nudging your nose with his own, “I like this too.”
Just when you both closed your eyes again, you were interrupted by a loud voice.
“I’M HUNGRY,” your daughter declared with fervor, making you once again wonder whom she got all this energy from. It surely wasn’t her dad, whose eyes still looked all sleepy.
At your daughter's loud announcement, the baby started to cry, not very pleased about the rude awakening.
Hyungwon huffed a laugh, as he gently rocked it in his arms. “There is no peace in this family,” he complained but there was no bite to it.
“I’m afraid so,” you replied, giving him a peck on the cheek and then got up. “Let’s make dinner.”
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