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misaverawrites · 2 years

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Upon The Night (Alucard x Reader) -Chapter Four

summary: The night creatures come and you try to fight to live another day with your family.

tags: Season 4 canon divergence, fainting, wounds, near-death experiences, Alucard saves you, night creatures, canon-typical violence, you get really injured

a/n: i love this series sm, i just rewatched season 4, this series makes me so happy omg i hope you guys are enjoying it.

In the evening sky, golden hues burn into orange as you return to Danesti. “We don’t have much time,” Alucard says, handing you a sword. Greta meets the two of you at the entrance of town, “We just have tonight,” She says, “Then we’ll be relocating the village into your castle.” Alucard nods. How could he just give up his home to strangers like that? It’s a bit shocking to you, but you have no time to think about that. “Greta, I’m going to go check on the elders, make sure that they and the children and hidden safely.” She nods, “Good idea, meet back with us when you’re all done.” You run off with her confirmation, making your way to a home with a cellar, you knock on it, and one of the older women in the village pops out of the cellar, a baby on her hip. “Thank goodness you’re back,” She says with a smile, “Edith has been worried sick about you.” You smile, “Tell her I'll be fine and to behave, alright? Is everyone else down there?” The woman nods, “Everyone is where they need to be, Greta has taken care of all of it, while you were gone with that young man. He’s very good-looking, isn’t he?” You roll your eyes at her obvious attempts of judging your attraction to Alucard, a dhampir you barely know in the slightest. “Go back in, make sure everyone stays quiet, alright?” She nods and when you confirm everything is locked, you run back to Greta.

Greta is talking to the village’s priest, a lanky man who holds a bucket of holy water. “Will this be enough?” You ask as the priest nods, “We have enough to last us the night, a little bit goes a long way with these night creatures. It also helps that these swords are silver.” The priest turns to face Alucard with a smile, “You are a good man, this kindness will not go unnoticed by our Lord. Despite some of our other misdoings.” Like killing his mother? Alucard seems to only nod and smile politely, bearing his own sword, it hums and comes to life at his own whim. “I am saying that I will need to use my powers and I am asking your permission to do that. Right now, before we begin this fight.” Greta simply nods, “As long as it is not against the village people, do what you must. You have been positive support to us already, alongside (Y/N).” You shoot your vampiric companion a small smile, as you get onto your knees to wet your blade with the holy water and then wipe it down a bit more with salt. The chittering of the forest that surrounds your village turns into growls and groans, night creatures.

“You ready for our last night at home?” You ask Greta and she shakes her head, “My family has been here before Danesti, I wish I didn’t have to leave it, but, at least, should I fall, I will fall alongside you, a formidable ally and dear friend.” You pull her in and hug her tightly, “I should be grateful to fall at your side. If I do…?” You don’t want to finish your sentence and Greta knows what you’re asking, “I will take your sister in. I promise with my entire being.” You nod and turn to face the night, dark and dangerous. Night creatures begin to fly overhead, clicking all the while. You clutch your sword, tight in your grip. Your breath hitches in your throat, it’s shaky coming out. The way your heart beats out of your chest, you’re panicked, more than you’ve ever been in your entire life. You take only a moment to stop and breathe, you can only take a moment, otherwise, your sister loses her sister too. Suddenly, you come eye to eye with a night creature, pitch black with glowing blue eyes. It knocks you to the ground with its landing force, as well as back to reality. You exhale a strong breath and suddenly, the creature in front of you has you pinned, tightly against the ground, claws tightly clutching into your skin. Then suddenly, it loosens before finally going limp and allowing you out of its clutches. You look up, trying to regain any form of composure, and see Alucard with his widened amber eyes that are full of… worry? “Stay vigilant,” He says in his almost whisper-like voice, “If you freeze, I may not be able to save you next time as I said earlier, you have people you need to protect.” You nod, exhaling. At this moment, it is as if you are really seeing Alucard for the first time, his amber eyes glittering in the moonlight, his pale visage contrasting his darkened cloak with golden accents, and his hair is a beautiful blonde shade, like the woman’s hair in the photo you’d caught only a glimpse of back at his home. He lowers his hand to help you off of the ground and you take his hand almost without a second thought. When you’re standing straight up it’s as if everything has changed, the air between you and Alucard feels suffocating and tight as if you were in the night creature’s grasp once more. You turn to look around and it suddenly looks as though a war is in full force, you’re back to back with Alucard and at this moment you feel hopelessly, desperately outmatched against the creatures of the night.

You sigh, you know that you must fight so that way if you die it will have all been worth it. Sweat clings to your forehead, hot and uncomfortable, the heat from the night creatures as well as the movements you begin to make whilst fighting them all is nothing if not dizzying. Your hair clings to your skin, you feel burning sensations boil at your skin, and you look to see a mark, bloody and angry, pressed into your hip where the night creature had held you down, something to deal with later, you note to yourself. Your blade sings into the night air, as it burns through night creatures with mild ease. You finally have found a rhythm in the fight, as have many of those fighting alongside you, at least those who still stand to fight. You shake the thought that that could be you, the night creatures are not easy foes to fight against, any loss in your train of thought and that will be you.

The sky begins, to your excitement, to change into a shade of light pink. The day will arrive soon, and you will find a new, safer home. You will get to enjoy some sleep as well as hopefully get some medicine on the wound on your hip, which aches and burns like a fire. Time moves fast, and when the day comes and the night creatures dissipate into nothingness with the morning you gasp, falling to the ground. Alucard is there before you fall, careful with your wound. He must have seen it when he saved you earlier. You feel woozy, the skin still burns and is now a bit blistered. What did that night creature do to me? “You have nice reflexes, Alucard.” You whisper, weakly. It feels as though all of the strength is being sapped away from your body, you quickly grow weaker at the moment. “A-Alucard… Don’t let my sister see this. Don’t let her see me die… Ple-ease.” It’s all you can do to focus on breathing right now, Alucard has you laid down on the dirt now, Greta standing next to him, her face full of worry. “I’m not going to let her see you die, because you’re not dying you stubborn woman.” He shakes his head as he whispers something to Greta, the last thing you see is her running off in some random direction. Your eyes feel heavy as you grasp onto Alucard’s hand, desperate for feeling as your body lets go. You fall asleep, your skin hot, “You’re going to be fine, you just need to rest.” Alucard says as you finally drift off into sleep, the feeling of something cold hitting your wound the last sensation you feel.

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h0neyjaehyun · 3 years

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☁︎ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 ☁︎

Summary // Song-ho mailed a beautiful dress to Tali with dream admiring her.

Characters // Talia Flores + Nct Dream (mention. Song-ho)

Month / Year // July 2017

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Song-ho always loved making clothes for his friends, especially Karma and Talia, they both could literally rock anything. So every once an a while when Song-ho was free, or had inspiration he would make outfits or pieces of clothes for the girls and mail it to then since he is always out of town or lives far as he doesn't like being in one place.

He decided to mail out Tali a beautiful white dress one day.

"Tali you have a package!" Chenle yelled as he wasn't bothered to go to her room. Tali groaned as she had to fight her way through 2 pairs of arms as both Jaemin and Jeno were sleeping beside her. Talia tried to sit up but no luck as both tighten their hold on her.

"I really care about you both and your beauty sleep but I would love to get my package." They shook their heads lazily.

"You can get it later." Jaemin bargained, Jeno nodded in agreement.

"No, its a gift from a friend, and he wants my reaction to it." Tali stated, both boys looked up at her when she said 'he'. As in a guy.

" 'He' ? Talia? Who is this he." Jaemin questioned her right off the bat.

"An old friend and he got something for me and wants me to try it on, and the clothes he makes are beautiful so excuse me." She tried to sit up once again but once again failed to do so.

"Nope, we can only give you gifts." Jeno stated holding her down as she whined in protest.

"Noona?" Chenle called out for her again wondering whats taking her so long. She tapped the boys arms as a signal to let her go. The both sighed and let her go in defeat.

"Coming!" She jogged to the living room to see a package in Chenle's hands, the 2 boys followed her still looking sleepy.

"What is it noona?" Chenle asked in anticipation. He sat next to her as the other two stood behind the couch behind her. (Does that make sense?)

"I don't specifically know but all I know its clothes." Tali opened the box to see a wrapping dress with a white head band attached to it with a note cliped on the plastic part. She opened it to see a cute note.

Sup butterfly, I saw you wear this all white outfit on your performance for Whistle backn in January so I took the all white inspo as it looked beautiful on you and made it a dress with a headband.

It bring your innocence out, so do me a favor and make a mini photoshoot? I bet your members will do it as they a literally will do anything for you. I'm becoming one of those fans, but no they love you Talia, but I think if make you hair wavy and innocent make up it will complete the whole look.

I love you and take care please, last thing we need you is dying on us so take care.

- Love Song ho

Talia smiled at the note and put it to the side so the boys can read it as she felt the stares of curiosity. She got out the dress it was this long flowy silky sweet heart neckline, with puffy sleeves, with a bow around the waist, and leg slit dress. Tali looked at it in aw, as the boys did too. Chenle grabbed it and got up with Talia confused.

"Wanna try it on?" Talia smiled and nodded. She got up and went to put on the dress. The guys all sat down waiting for Tali to come out. The heard the front door open the turned to see Renjun, Mark, Jisung and Haechan coming.

"Hey guys what are you three doing sitting?" Mark asked joining them.

"We are waiting for Talia she got a package from a friend who seems like he designs clothes and sent one to Talia as a gift she trying it on right now." Jeno explained still looking at the door waiting for her in anticipation. The other 3 joined the wait and kept asking questions on what the dress looked like but they kept saying to wait till she comes out.

Tali is actually quite quick with the outfit change and decided to do the hair and make up since it was gonna be simple. She was glad she had short hair and not her long hair. She heard the boys ask questions what the dress looks like while the other 3 say just to wait.

She giggled and went to her long mirror and saw the full outfit, he was right it did bring out the innocent side of her. She put on heels white heels that had a bow on the front of both. She walked to the door and opened to reveal the outfit to the guys, the boys stopped talking and looked at Talia in aw. Jaemin got up first and spinned her around showing off her outfit more.

"Noona you look so pretty." Haechan jumped up to hug her she gladly accepted.

"He's right Flower you look really really pretty." Mark said as the other agreed.

"Great lets take some pictures." Tali clapped excited, the guys paused and looked at each other, she noticed and got confused.

"Whats wrong?" Jaemin looked at her and smiled softly.

"Well, if we post them guys are gonna come after you." Jaemin said chuckling while the others agreed. Tali rolled her eyes.

"Thats nonsense." She waved off but they shook their heads.

"No its not, you are our noona, well except Mark hyung, but we would like to keep you single for longer." Jeno said ask they nodded. Tali sighed.

"Even if I get in a relationship I will not leave you guys now come on lets do this before it gets dark." She shook Jaemin's hand while pouting, the guys sighed and started to get moving.

"Alright come on Flower." Mark said putting his jacket around her the guys surrounded her making sure no one will get near her and she was oblivious to it. They made it to the park with a flower field with it. Renjun helped her get in the middle of the field she smiled shyly as Jaemin started taking pictures. She saw some people looking at them, and she looked down embarrassed.

"Ah noona you need to look up." Chenle said trying to get her attention. The boys found her shyness adorble as her cheeks got more rosy.

"Ah cute."

"Noona don't be embarrassed you look really pretty."

"He's right noona."

Tali shook her head and looked up. The guys smiled at her. After a few minutes it was over Tali went to look over Jaemin shoulder to see the pictures. Jaemin looked at her for split second, his breathe hitched as he admired her but Jeno noticed and quickly nudged him to come back to reality.

He cleared his throat and showed the other guys the picture. Jeno and Jaemin looked at each other, Jeno's eyes soften as he sees his bestfriend flustered. He looked back at Talia who hand no idea what happened. Haechan and Renjun looked at Jaemin then at Jeno who made eye contact with both of them. The boy sighed, and moved on.

"Can we go get ice cream?" She asked Mark as he usually does the decision making. He can usually deny her but the outfit and makeup doesn't help one bit. He nodded and her face lit up she hooked Renjun and Haechan's arms and started walking to the nearest ice cream shop. The rest followed really just really admiring Talia.

Jeno looked at his bestfriend for a second, he saw him looking at Talia with heart eyes, like girls would when they looked at Jaemin at school. But he can't necessarily blame him she looks gorgeous, but he knows those eyes are not just admiration. It way more than that, he noticed since she became a trainee at sm. He looked at her differently, not like the other guys did.

Not like Jisung who sees her a mom, not like Chenle that sees her like a older sister, or Haechan who sees her as his soulmate, maybe even Mark who admires her like a role model, Renjun who sees her as a precious older sister, or like him who sees her as a little sister. No its bigger than that way more.

And he knows he can never do anything about it.

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snelbz · 4 years

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Lost Time {18}

Summary: It’s been four years since Azriel ran away from Velaris and left behind everyone he ever loved — including the girl left standing at the altar. Now, he’s back home, but can he try and pick up the broken pieces of his life, or has there been too much lost time?

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Azriel sat in silence in Cassian’s living room, both he and Rhysand staring at him, unblinking. Azriel was doing nothing, just letting them take in the information as he slowly sipped his steaming cup of black coffee.

It was a pleasant morning, sunny and cloud-free, warm. Azriel was exhausted, though. He hadn’t slept a wink. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Ianthe and the texts she had sent, the words haunting him.

She was in town.

In his hometown.

And she wasn’t leaving him alone.

After he woke up that morning, he got Novan ready to go and brought him over to Cassian’s after Elain had left for work.

After his second cup of coffee, he had told his brothers the entire story of Ianthe, the parts they hadn’t already known, then confessed about her texts, and the fact that Elain knew absolutely nothing about it.

Which he both felt equally confident and guilty about.

“So, let me get this straight,” Cassian said, at last. “Your ex, who is a model, and a little bit of a stalker, is in town, and hasn’t stopped texting you since last night…and you haven’t mentioned any of this to Elain. Your wife.”

Azriel nodded, watching as Novan chased the kitten up the stairs.

“And this Ianthe also got into it with you when you were in New York getting your stuff,” Rhysand followed. “Which Elain also doesn’t know about.”

Azriel gave them both an exasperated, pointed look. “Obviously you have all the facts, alright? Now, what do I do? Elain’s pregnant, tired, and sick. I don’t want to tell her about it if it’s nothing, she has enough going on, but I can never tell with Ianthe, I never know what she’ll do. She’s not the type that exactly takes no for an answer.”

“Clearly,” Cassian muttered, reaching for his coffee, and Azriel glowered.

“No, no,” Rhys said, stopping Az from giving Cassian a smartass remark. “That’s his thinking voice.”

Azriel glanced at Rhys and then at Cass and found him still holding his coffee cup. They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound Novan’s feet chasing the small ball of fur through the house.

“Just the texts and calls so far?” He finally asked, looking up at Az. He nodded in confirmation. Cassian shrugged. “I can’t do anything until she makes a physical unwanted advance on you or Elain in Velaris. And back in New York, did anything…happen? Did you make her a promise or anything?”

“Like, the last time I saw her?” Az asked. “Or before that?”

He had to admit, Azriel didn’t like the way Cassian’s eyebrows rose at that question. “Let’s start with last time and then explain before that.” With a sigh, Azriel ran through that last night one more time, remembering the rage in Ianthe’s bright eyes well. “Okay,” Cass continued. “Now…before that?”

Azriel sighed and hung his head. “I may have told her on a few, drunk occasions that I thought marriage was a sham and that with enough persuasion, I’d …” He groaned and dragged his hands down his face.”I’d always be down for a quick ride.”

Both of his brothers stared at him, and then Cassian asked, quietly for the sake of little ears, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Azriel set down his mug before rubbing his temples. “Look, marriage wasn’t really my favorite topic throughout the years, alright? So, excuse me if in my miserable drunken state that I said bitter shit I didn’t mean.”

“That miserable shit is going to be what gets you in trouble,” Cassian said, staring his younger brother down. “You need to talk to Elain.”

Azriel scoffed. “And tell her that? No, I don’t think so.”

“Az,” Rhysand began, shaking his head, slowly. “I get the drunken shit, okay? But, that’s going to be what she uses to get her way.”

“I know, I know,” Azriel groaned.

“Ianthe seems like a piece of work,” Cassian said, leaning back and rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

A little head peeked over the railing of the banister and they heard “Uncle Cass?”

They all glanced up as Cassian asked “Yeah, buddy?”

“How do I get power rangers on the tv?”

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, jogging up the stairs.

Azriel sighed and took a drink of his coffee. “I need something stronger than this.”

“Apparently you don’t,” Rhys mumbled, taking a sip of his own. He set the mug back on the side table beside him. “Especially if you make stupid, fucking promises when you’re drunk.”

Az glowered at him, not saying anything, just throwing his brother a vulgar gesture. He finally sighed and said, “Things were pretty bad for me for a while. Didn’t really feel anything. Just took pictures and lived my life. It’s probably why my shots were so good.” He laughed, but Rhysand could tell there was no humor in the sound. “I could only see and feel emotion through my camera lens. I was numb to my own, so I…captured other people’s. And just continued to ignore my own.”

It took Rhysand a moment to say anything else, but when he did, his voice was soft. “I get it. Try not to worry about it, yeah? Just…talk to Elain when she gets home so that she’s aware, and prepared, but don’t stress out about it until something happens. And hopefully nothing will happen.”

Azriel nibbled on his lip for a second before nodding. “No, yeah, you’re right.”

And yet, he felt a heavy sense of dread in the pit of his stomach as each word left his mouth.

* * * * * *

Working the day after she got married wasn't exactly how Elain had planned things, but things hadn’t exactly gone according to plan for most of her life.

Not that she was complaining, she loved her complicated life and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

She smiled at the couple who’d brought a family heirloom in, an old dresser that belonged to his grandmother. She hesitated before saying, “I can handle the refurbishment, but I’ll let you know now, my turn around is a little slower than it used to be.” She tucked a hand under her small bump and explained, “I’m a few days shy of three months pregnant, and my husband is looking for a well-ventilated workshop for me-.”

“It’s no rush,” the woman - Claire, she’d written on her order form - smiled, and looked up at her husband. “It’s actually for our baby’s nursery. I’m fourteen weeks.”

Elain’s smile was genuine as she said, “Congratulations! Okay, that gives me a little bit of time.”

After finishing up with the sweet couple and with some help, Elain had moved the dresser by the door to have Az load up and take home after work. Leaning against her desk, Elain stared at her reflection in one of the elegant full length mirrors that she’d salvaged from an old manor house and wrapped a hand under her belly again. She dialed Nesta’s number and waited as it rang.

“Hello?” Nesta asked.

“Do twins run in our family?” Elain asked, not even replying to her sister’s greeting.

“I- What?”

“Do we have the twin gene?” She asked again. “It’s not like we can trace Az back, so do you know if we have twins anywhere in our family?”

The other line was quiet for a suspicious amount of time. “Why?”

“Because I just had a customer who’s fourteen weeks pregnant, which is only a couple weeks farther than me, and I look drastically bigger than her.”

Nesta was quiet for a minute, then she said, “After Miryam and I were joking about it, I decided to do some digging into our family history. It turns out that Mom’s brothers are twins. They live down south, if I remember right. They and Mom never got along. I think the last time we saw them, you were just a baby-.”

“Nesta,” Elain interrupted, recalling she and Azriel’s previous conversation about twins. Elain had been joking, too, for the most part, then. They hadn’t been too close to their mother’s family, but she figured Nesta would have known. “What if I’m having twins?”

“What if you are?” Nesta repeated, and Elain rolled her eyes.

“If I am, Azriel will surely freak the hell out,” Elain mumbled, plopping down in an old wooden chair.

“Just means my baby gets two besties instead of one,” Nesta chuckled and Elain knew she was doing the exact same thing she was, rubbing soothing circles into her belly.

She smiled and changed the subject, asking, “When are you going to tell us what you’re having?”

The sigh that left Nesta would have made a soap star proud. “Whenever I find out, you’ll find out. Cassian is looking for the perfect gender reveal. He takes the damn envelope with him everywhere he goes because he knows I’ll look otherwise.”

Elain paused. “Has he looked? I can have Donovan ask, you know he’d tell-.”

“No, it’s still sealed,” she sighed. “I told him he has until next week to find something or I’m taking it to Viv’s bakery.”

The bell above the door jingled, alerting Elain of a new customer and she said, “I’ve got someone coming in, but let me know and I can drop it off on my way into work, okay?”

“Okay, I love you,” Nesta said, and Elain could hear her getting back up to go back to work as well. “Call Yrene. See if she can set up another scan. Find me another niece in there.”

Elain was laughing as she tried to see out of the back office. “And how do you know it’s a girl in the first place?”

“I have a hunch,” she replied, simply, then hung up.

With a roll of her eyes, and a small smile, Elain was up on her feet.

There was a tall, slender woman with long, blonde hair and some of the most beautiful eyes Elain had ever seen. She was eyeing an old, vintage floor length mirror that Elain had already refinished. She had been hoping that no one bought it because she was so in love with it that she wanted it in the corner of her bedroom.

“Hi,” Elain said, once she had approached, her smile bright. “Can I help you with anything?”

The woman met Elain’s eye with a smile. “Yes, actually. I’m looking for a gift.”

“I can certainly help with that,” she smiled. “Are we looking for something in particular?”

The woman glanced around the store. “Not really. It’s- it’s sort of complicated.”

“Okay,” Elain said, confused by the hesitation in the girl’s words. “Who’s it for?”

“The love of my life.” There was no hesitation this time and Elain smiled at her. “He’s an old soul. And I just got into town, I don’t know the area. So I just…ended up here.”

She nodded, knowing she hadn’t seen the beauty around before. It was a small town. “Who is he?” She saw the hesitation on her face and realized that just because she was in a small town, she might not be used to how nosy small town folks could be. “I’m sorry, that was rude. Follow me,” Elain said, blushing.

She led her over to an old workbench she’d finished the week before. She’d been debating on taking it home for Azriel to store his spare lenses and bodies for his cameras.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” the woman said, and then she blushed. “I have an odd request.”

Elain blinked. “Okay?”

“May I...sit on it?” She asked.

“Sit on it?” Elain repeated.

She cleared her throat. “Yes, I’d like to have some pictures taken with it.”

Elain blinked but said, “That shouldn’t be a problem. It’s quite sturdy.” The woman hopped up, pulling a foot up and planted it on the surface. Clearing her throat and looking away, Elain asked, “Are you a model?”

The woman’s eyes snapped to Elain’s. “Why?”

“You’re very pretty,” she laughed, meaning her words. “That and the pictures.”

“Ah,” the woman smiled. “Yes, I am. And thank you, that’s kind of you to say. You’re very pretty, too.”

Elain’s cheeks turned pink. “Thank you.”

“You’re pregnant, I see?” she asked, glancing down at Elain’s hand that rested on her stomach.

“I am,” Elain said, nodding.

“Congrats,” she said, her smile radiant. “And the father? He loves you?”

Elain’s heart softened. “Very much so. He’s….well, he’s my soulmate.”

“Soulmate,” the woman repeated. “I want to know what that’s like.” She looked back down at the bench. After a moment, she fished her phone out of her leather satchel and held it out to Elain. “A picture? Would you mind?”

“Of course not,” Elain said, taking the phone from the model’s hand and snapping a few pictures as she posed. Elain nearly felt awkward. It wasn’t everyday that she photographed models on her refinished antique furniture.

Azriel would get a kick out of it when she told him after work.

The girl hopped down and took her phone from Elain’s outstretched hand. She looked down at her phone, smiling and approving of the pictures. “Thank you, do you mind if I look around for a minute? Everything is so beautiful.”

“Of course not, please,” Elain said, smiling. She gestured towards the back of the store. “I’ll be in my office, but my name is Elain. Just holler if you need me.”

The girl smiled, slipping her phone back in her pocket and said nothing else. Something in her gaze though, it suddenly unnerved Elain and she turned and was nearly back to her office when she heard, “Thank you, Elain.”

A moment later, Elain heard the bell above the door announce her exit.

* * * * * *

Azriel had just dropped Novan off with Miryam. She was going to bring him to the zoo for a grandparent’s day, which Azriel was pretty bitter that he couldn’t go with.

It’s a Meme/Novan thing, Miryam had explained.

Azriel wasn’t going to argue by saying how much he loved seeing the giraffes.

Even though it was true.

He thought he’d try to scope out some landmarks, though, see what he could photograph in the little town of Velaris, before he went home and edited some stuff he had to send in.

But then, his phone chimed.

It was Ianthe, of course, but that wasn’t what had him slamming on his brakes.

Ianthe was sitting on an antique bench that had been refinished in a shop that Azriel knew all too well.

After pulling a very dangerous u-turn, resulting in a vulgar gesture from the minivan he’d accidentally cut off, he turned around and sped back into town, toward Elain’s shop. He cursed every time he got stopped at a redlight, which was far too often.

He didn’t see any cars in the small lot and knew that Elain parked in the back, but it didn’t stop him from pulling crookedly into the first spot he reached and rushing inside. Azriel hurried straight to Elain’s office and found her sitting at her desk, a forkful of salad in her mouth. Her eyes were wide in surprise, a bit of green hanging between her lips.

“Are you okay?” Azriel asked, breathless.

Elain’s eyebrows raised and she covered her mouth as she chewed, her other hand instinctively covering her stomach. “Yes? I mean, I think so,” she said, once she had chewed and swallowed her lunch. “What are you doing here, baby?”

Azriel glanced over his shoulder and saw that no one was in the shop. He hurried back to the door, flipping the open sign to closed, and locked the door.

“What are you doing?” She asked, voice slightly panicked as she left the back office.

He didn’t answer, just walked towards her and rested his hands on her hips, one of his thumbs gently brushing over her belly. “We need to talk.”

Elain blinked, staring at him as if he had gone mad. “Okay…”

“There was a woman in here today,” he began, trying to slow his words, realizing how panicked he sounded. “Blonde, tall-.”

“What, the model?” she asked.

So they had a conversation, Azriel thought, as he closed his eyes and sighed. “Yes. She’s… She’s my ex, El. She’s here from New York, and I don’t know why.”

Elain continued to stare at him for a minute, trying to register his confession. “What?”

“She’s my ex. The…one I had been with, after you.” His words were soft, ashamed. “She…texted me last night, saying she was in town.”

Elain was blinking, shaking her head, trying to process what he was telling her. “How do you even—. She said she was here to—.” Her eyes widened and she smacked him in the chest. “Oh, my god, those pictures were for you!”

He raised his hands in surrender, but could tell she wasn’t angry with him, thank the Cauldron, just taken off guard. “Apparently, so. But I didn’t ask for them.” He took her hands in his, turning her wedding band over as he spoke. “This is what I said I wanted to talk about earlier.”

Elain’s eyes slipped closed and she nodded, recalling his text from that morning. Reopening her eyes, she said, “I understand why you wanted to have this talk in person now.”

He smiled, but she could tell he was worried. “And until Donovan was in bed.”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

Azriel looked away from her, at the floor, at his shoes. At first, he didn’t know what to say. There was no real excuse, no real reason to keep something from his wife. “I was ashamed. Embarrassed. Lainy, the years we spent apart… I’m not proud of them, you know? A lot went on, and I hate it all. Unfortunately, Ianthe was a part of that time we spent apart, and now it’s coming back to haunt me.”

Elain nodded, although she nibbled on her lip.

“You’re thinking of something,” he whispered. “What are you thinking?”

“That my husband has some creepish girl that’s in love with him following him around,” she whispered, her words rushed. “And… I don’t know. She’s here. Around you. Me. Our son, our family, Azriel.”

“I know,” he said, shaking his head. “She won’t hurt us though, okay? She’s harmless.”

“Is that why you hurried here once you found out she came to the shop?” Elain asked, exasperated. He could see the fear in her eyes, how shaken this had her.

He was still shaking his head, but he dropped his forehead to hers. “I rushed here because I fucked up in not telling you last night and she’s manipulative enough to say something.”

Elain scoffed and said, “She’s got some pretty big balls if she came in here and had your wife take pictures to send to you.”

Azriel chuckled and said, “You’re right. But just—.” He sighed. “Promise me you’ll be careful, okay? Keep an eye on your surroundings.” As her eyes widened, he added, “I don’t think she would do anything, but I’m going to worry until she leaves town. I can keep Novan with me, I can keep an eye on him. But you two,” his eyes softened as he gently caressed her belly. “I can’t always be with you. And I need both of you safe.”

Elain’s eyes lined with silver and she said, “I love you. It doesn’t matter that she’s here. What matters is that we have each other.”

“Exactly,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss her softly. He leaned back and gazed down at her. “Gods, you’re beautiful. Didn’t you say there was something you needed to talk to me about, too?”

Elain was beaming up at him, but she blinked, registering what he’d said. “Yes, sorry. You distracted me and made me cry.”

With a chuckle, Azriel kissed her forehead and walked them back to her office. He sat down in her chair, and pulled her into his lap. “Here, eat and talk. I’m not turning that sign back around until you’ve eaten and are full.”

With an eyebrow raised, Elain asked, “Of your cock?”

Azriel choked on air and when he glanced at her, he found her cheeks red. “I know what’s on your mind today. I’ll remember that later,” he said, squeezing her ass softly. “Now what were you going to talk to me about?”

Elain could feel how hard he’d become, but she did as she was told and resumed her lunch. Before taking a bite, she said, “I’m going back to see Yrene tomorrow at nine.”

Azriel tensed. “Why?”

Elain shrugged. “Just another ultrasound.”

Azriel nodded. “Should I go with you?”

“You can, if you want,” she said, softly. “But, it’s just to be sure…”

There was a moment of silence before Azriel asked, “Sure of?”

“To be sure of how many babies are in here,” Elain said, quietly, holding onto her stomach.

Azriel stared at her, blinking. “You really think it’s twins? I thought you were joking.”

“I feel like I’m so much bigger than I should be, Az,” she breathed. “I’m not saying it’s for sure, but… It’s a possibility.”

Azriel took a deep breath and nodded. “And, if it is twins?”

Elain looked up at him. “If it is?”

Azriel laughed, quietly. “Elain, any child I can have with you is a blessing,” he whispered. “One baby, two, three… I just want to grow our family.”

Elain’s eyes were tearing up. “Three though? That’s a little much.”

Azriel chuckled. “I’m just saying… However many babies are in there, Lainy, I’m going to be so grateful.” She started to cry again, but ate her salad, and Azriel laughed. He kissed her shoulder and said, “I love you, you emotional, basket case.”

She stabbed another bite and muttered, “I love you, too.”

* * * * * *

The scene was so sweet, that even from the coffee shop in the square, Ianthe could see the couple lovingly embrace, and her pale eyebrow arched.

She hadn’t lied earlier, Azriel’s wife was very pretty. She was also very much pregnant. She hadn’t expected that. But she hadn’t thought that Azriel was serious when he’d said he’d had a son, until she took to social media and discovered she was blocked on every platform she had. After creating bogus account after bogus account, he finally accepted one of her follow requests and she came face to face with a picture of a little boy, who was the spitting image of him all over his personal Instagram, his Facebook, everything.

So he apparently had another on the way, it changed nothing. She came here for one reason and that was to bring Azriel back home. Clearly, he had no issue leaving who ever this Elain was while she was pregnant once before. She’d just have to convince him to do it again. Her lips curved upwards slightly as she took a drink from the white mug.

Azriel kissed his wife, softly, as they snuggled into his chair as she sipped her coffee.

He had confessed to her years ago that marriage meant little to nothing to him. In fact, he had proven his devotion to Ianthe over and over again throughout the years. Late at night, early in the morning, between shoots. They had seen each other naked too many times throughout the years for him to just disappear without a trace, saying he was married with kids.

It was bullshit.

Where did this woman even come from? Azriel had said very little about his past through the years, about the women he had dated before. All she knew was that he hadn’t seen anyone, at least not seriously, throughout the time she’d known him. Then, he comes home for a funeral, is gone for hardly any time at all, and comes back to New York, rejects her, and has a wife, a kid, and another on the way?

Something didn’t seem right.

She had come here for a job, that much was true. The modeling shoot had lasted less than a day and when the agency asked when to book her flight back, she told them she’d pay for her own flight, as she didn’t intend to return yet.

Because she wouldn’t be returning alone.

#lost time #snacmc #snelbz tacmc collab #elriel lost time #elriel #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #feysand #nessian

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Now that I have time and some motivation let's get down to business.

Paz also has tattoos for you,

One of your name in mando'a,

Second of the star constellation that you spotted on your trip, we love our wiccan king,

He'd 10000% be the guy to get his child's birth date tattooed,

Paz posting his precious doggo on instagram?,

Oh or Paz starting a culinary YouTube channel???,

And also showing his of the grid lifestyle?,

showing his animal rescue and promoting adoptions!,

He is buffy, handsome, funny, loves children and animals, dresses good and is the best chef, so there are many fanboys and fangirls in his comments thirsting over him,

When the comments asking if he is single get too overwhelming, he asks you to tune in for some vlogs,

You'd definitely film a mukbang video!!,

And also these crazy spicy noodle challenges,

Boba accidentally disliking all of Paz' videos?? (we are still onto tech-grandpa Boba? 😂),

You have to make sure that he doesn't post any pictures done by his hand,

He'd retweet funny clips of cats and cute pictures from Jango Investigation company's official profile,

Also him leaving embarrassing comments on your profile?

Or not knowing that there is function to dm you on instagram,

So he comments on your recent holiday trip picture ''you looked good in this swimsuit princess, shame on me I tore it apart'' or ''looking tempting babygirl, be ready, sir will be home soon'',

Din doesn't really care for sm?,

Like he used to be a casual user,

But one day people were flooding his comments and dms, spamming him with @pascalisapunk,

He noticed that you were watching youtube kids with Grogu,

(oh now I hope you will know what is going on) Grogu really likes watching cocomelon,

So Din tricked him to watching PewDiePie instead,

You don't like it tho, thinking these videos are too edgy and stupid for both of them,

''Din you've watched too many of these videos and you became a brain-rotten himbo I don't want the same to happen to our son!'',

Din and Grogu playing Minecraft together? 🥺,

Also Paz has the best town in Animal crossing for sure!,

Surprise, surprise Boba actually likes and knows how to(!!!) play Mafia game (well it's from 2002 so maybe that's why lol),

But he is the king of board games,

Especially Monopoly!!!

Also not to mention cars games,

He made you play strip poker with him 😳,

Paz and you doing a baby shower at his restaurant!!,

Imagine big daddy bear Paz with a little babygirl 😍😍😍, (Bummer that we don't have an official name for the Armorer, could be honored by Paz naming his baby after her 😭),

Grogu telling his friends at school that his daddy is also an actor lol,

Few days later bunch of 5 year olds are asking him if this is the way to the restroom, if he can bring in some hot chocolate, and doing the baby yoda batuu sound at him lol,

Poor Din, but he secretly loves it, he just loves children,

So imagine his combustion when you tell him that you are having a little Djarin 😍,

Paz helping with babyshower??,

And Boba is totally on buying you a new, bigger apartment as a gift lol,

''What, Djarin? Can't have my little nephew and favorite sister-in-law who is pregnant living in your excuse of an apartament'' lol Boba has no chill,

Grogu gets addicted to bubble tea,

And it isn't because of your introduction, you knew better not to let him drink too often,

But everyday, after coming back from the kindergarten Din and Grogu would stop by your favorite bubble tea shop,

Grogu totally wants a little brother!,

And Din is thinking about a little babygirl or better, why not both, or even better two little boys and a little girl and Grogu being their big bro 😍,

You better be ready for some intensive wrestling sessions,

You and Din have no idea why, but lately, he seems to cum A LOT MORE,

When Boba carries out the tradition you are pregnant,

Pregnant with twin boys,

And the look identical, like they were literally cloned 😉,

Boba wouldn't throw a huge babyshower,

He is too afraid after the incident involving you and the rival syndicate,

Actually Boba decided that you should move from the downtown, to live in a more low-key area,

So you are now living in a palace 😉 in the suburbs

Boba gets you a private driver and a bodyguard,

But most of the time he tries to drive you to work since you both have offices in the downtown area,

Your daily commute can get really pleasurable for both of you 😳,

Boba has his own shooting range lol, king of extra right?

One day when you were babysitting Grogu at your place you found out that Boba was teaching the kid about shooting,

You were furious,

''C'mon princess, haven't I told you about me and my father? He showed me how to use a gun when I was even younger than Grogu'',

Srsly, this man,

Giving him a death glare you take Grogu and treat him for some bubble tea

-🐣

Oh yeeesss let's get to business....

Paz's tattoos 😭😭😭 so cute (kind of reminds me of my dad, he has all of our names)

Paz totally has an Instagram dedicated to Ad'ika

Paz being thirsted after on his YouTube is so cute

But his followers also really ship the two of you, because you both are just couple goals

Paz makes you the cutest anniversary video and posts it to his YouTube

Paz is a total gamer, he absolutely loves Animal Crossing and he makes a whole section of his town dedicated to you

Paz throws the absolute cutest baby shower and anyone and everyone is invited

You both decide to wait until after the baby is born to find out the gender, and Paz has a raffle going on at the restaurant where people can guess the gender

Armorer = Amira? Amara? Andromeda??

He makes you both cute matching sweaters for your characters

Paz is the one that introduced Grogu to minecraft

Boba cause so much havoc on social media

He totally is leaving thirst comments under your pictures on Instagram not realizing everyone else can see them too

You have a Instagram set up for Fennec too because she is just so photogenic, at least when you take the pictures

I think Boba is actually pretty proficient at using Twitter, and its more or less because he uses it to stalk people 9/10

You have a tumblr where you tease and make fun of Boba, mostly posting quotes or the silly pictures that Boba takes

Boba totally dominates at any board game, but especially Monopoly

That game of strip poker did not last long at all, and you think Boba quite literally was hiding aces up his sleeves

Boba makes sure you are always thoroughly satisfied before he drops you off at work every morning

When Boba finds out you're pregnant he celebrates, and its huge

He starts going all out buying anything and everything he can/wants

When he finds out its twin boys he is over the moon

Names for the boys, Jango and Jaster? Rex and Cody??

Boba totally buys some big house outside of town, that has anything and everything you could ever ask for

It also has a panic room and state of the art safety because Boba isn't taking chances with you or the boys

Also, bringing the babysitting saga to the modern au 😭😭

You walk in on Boba handing Grogu a gun and you flip out, yelling at him

He just shrugs and you take Grogu away and say that your kids WILL N O T learn how to do any of that stuff until they are atleast teenagers

Boba pouts because you ruined his and Grogu's bonding time

When Din comes to pick up Grogu, Grogu looks him in the eye and says "cocksucker"

Din has a heart attack and Boba laughs as you yell at him asking where he heard that

Grogu says that he heard uncle Boba say it while on the phone

Din tries to follow Paz’s recipes from his YouTube, and it always turns out badly and you have to come in and save it

Din totally loves Pewdiepie's humor

Din gets frustrated with social media and ends up just making an empty account so he can follow you and watch videos, but after the whole Pedro Pascal disaster he never posts anything

Grogu and you are his profile picture though

When Grogu goes around telling the kids at school he is the mandalorian he just sighs

And when all of the kids start quoting the show, he just starts quoting them back so they will stop bothering him

When Din announced the pregnancy Paz got so excited to have another nephew/niece

Paz lets Din hold the baby shower at the restaurant and he makes all of the food, including little gender reveal cake pops

Paz gifts the two of you a photo album at has pictures of the two of you and grogu, but it is still half empty so you can add more memories of your expanding family

Boba just hands Din house keys a day says the place is paid off and he's covering the bills for the first year (he also had a nice play set built in the backyard for Grogu)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

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troop-scoop · 4 years

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Birthdays || Steve. H

Request: Steve taking care of reader on her birthday cause she’s having her period on the same day. she’s having terrible cramps so Steve and the kids need to cancel their plans for the party, but they’re worried about the reader too. timeline can be after s3 or in between s2 and s3, you decide hehe. love ya! -✨

(sparkle anon, I literally love you sm <3 and HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY!!!!)

Warnings: period cramps.

Word Count: 1061

A/N: the last request I wrote was for a friend, and it was also about cramps and stuffs, and at the time, I hadn’t ever had cramps before. And since then, I have. and um. . . ow.

• • •

Everything wasn’t going to plan, on either of your ends.

Steve wanted to throw you a birthday party, and the moment he came back to your shared home with the cake he’d bought from the only bakery in Hawkins that was mediocre, you were on the kitchen floor, in an odd position.

Your leg was hooked over an open cabinet, the other on reaching the counter. It was a hard position to describe, but you looked like a broken child’s toy.

“Babe?” Steve questioned, putting the white box on the counter, away from your barefoot that was lazily thrown onto the cheap white material that was always stained.

“Hm?” You responded, dramatically turning your head to look at him, hair being tossed in front of your face.

“Why are you on the floor? I thought you were gonna go pick out movies? Keith said he’d give you a discount.”

When Steve and Robin had talked about your birthday coming up, and how the two of you just bought the VCR for the TV, and wanted to start collecting VHS tapes, Keith offered to give you a discount on the movies to buy or rent.

You made some sort of grunt, or maybe it was a gurgle or mumble.

“What?” He asked, kneeling down next to you grabbing onto the open cabinet for balance as you stared at each other.

“Who decided that I should be punished for not conceiving a baby? This is bullshit and I hate it.” You grumbled, once again dramatically turning away. “Baby’s are evil anyway.”

“Oh, yeah don’t say that in front of my mom.” But he understood the sentiment you had.

You only grumbled in response, but while it did take him a second, he soon realized why you were grumbling. Because it wasn’t really a grumble, but you trying to keep your pain to yourself.

“Come on.” He told you, unhooking your leg from the cabinet and bringing the other to the ground from the counter.

“What?”

“You’re having cramps, right?”

Your cheeks flushed bright red and all he could do was sigh before helping you into a sitting position.

He picked you up from off the ground, carrying you to the couch and laying you down on the green cushions. You never really had much of a choice in most of what the furniture looks liked. Two highschool graduates who worked part time at a video rental store that almost went out of business because of the rental store that had once been in the mall, couldn’t really afford brand new furniture. Most of it was second hand.

“Stay.”

“I’m not a dog,” You mumbled as he walked away, disappearing into the hallway.

Within a few seconds you could hear the hall closet being opened and him rummaging through it. He came back, without closing the closet, with an ice pouch in hand and a fleece blanket you’d brought from home.

“How is the ice pack supposed to help?”

“I can put hot water in it. . . that can help right? I mean I got leg cramps all the time when I played basketball.” You let him ramble a bit, letting him figure it out when he noticed you didn’t try to interrupt him. “Right um. . . hot water?” He suggested.

You gave a small smile and nodded, reaching out for the blanket.

Steve called the kids, and Robin, letting them know that they couldn’t have the party today. You weren’t a big fan of the plans that they’d put together anyway. You were never one for big parties, having always had them as a kid. You really just wanted to stay inside anyway.

You were pretty sure their plans were to take you to the pizza place that had just opened up in downtown Hawkins. Not that it was really a downtown compared to big cities. It wwas just where most of the stores were, as well as town hall.

With the warm ice pack on your abdomen, you’d relaxed a bit more into the couch with your blanket. You had a bottle of water from the fridge next to you, while Steve turned the air on. “What do you wanna watch?” He asked, walking over to you, basically hovering.

“Do we still have our Highlander VHS? Or did we lend it to the boys when they went to visit Will and El?”

He sighed a bit, “We lent it to them like three months ago and I have yet to see it.”

You chuckled a bit, grimacing as another cramp came and left. “What about Empire Strikes Back?” You asked.

“What?”

“Star Wars, Steve.” You reminded. “The second one.”

“So not the one with teddy bears?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No,”

He smiled down at you before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek, going to the stack of VHS tapes you had begun to collect. There were only a few, and oftentimes you guys just watched TV instead.

You took an occasional sip of water and tried to get into a comfortable position where the cramps weren’t as bad, and when Steve had gotten the VHS into the player, and it started playing, You’d gone to having your head in his lap, your arms wrapped around his knees like a pillow.

You’d gotten comfy, and halfway through the movie, you were turning to face Steve, the cramps subsiding a bit.

“They were worried about you, by the way.” He pointed out, playing with the ends of your hair.

“Yeah?”

He hummed in response as the sound of basters echoed through the apartment from the TV. “Dustin and Lucas asked if you were dying.”

You shook your head a bit. “They’re also boys who don’t have older sisters.”

“Mike just said ‘okay’”

“Because Nancy, and his mom. . . What did you say?”

“You were having girl issues.” He shrugged a bit. “And that I needed to stay here.” He smiled a bit, and in return you smiled back.

“Yeah, that’s not very subtle.” You told him with a laugh. “Maybe we can have the party tomorrow? But we can order it for pickup? That way we can all just a night in.”

He nodded in response. “That sounds fair.” He told you. “Happy birthday by the way. I know I said it this morning, but I need to say it again.”

• • •

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jaehyunspeachparty · 4 years

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5. Sunoh’s Birthday

"Ok that was good Hyunjin. I think we have it for today." Para leaned back in the chair and waved Hyunjin out of the recording studio. "It's 3 am by now," said Hyunjin and laughed. "Yes, we should go home. Tomorrow we have to record Pink Rose new album." Para turned to Sunoh, who nodded. "It's a lot of work to make a comeback for both groups," said Sunoh, packing up his things. "Yes, I hope if you are also the main producer that the work becomes less." Para winked at his colleague and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. Sunoh had a fixed contract with SM for a few days and Para is now training him further. "Okay, you two can go, I'll close the studio." Para smiled and Sunoh and Hyunjin made their way home. "Shall I drive you to your dorm?" Sunoh asked the idol. "Isn't it a detour?", Hyunjin then asked. "Oh, we haven't seen each other that often because of work, but I live in town now." "Do you live with Chichi now?" Hyunjin looked happily at Sunoh, who nodded. "Yes. We took the next step and I finally love to be alone with her." "And where exactly do you live?", Hyunjin asked more because he got the last weeks hardly time for him. Sunoh paused for a moment, it was still difficult for him to talk to him about Miga. He and Hyunjin had become very good friends, but his sister was an issue that both tried to ignore. "We live in the same house where Miga lives." Sunoh looked carefully at his friend, who stared into the void briefly and swallowed. But then he turned to Sunoh and nodded. "It's a beautiful area." It became quiet again between the two of them. The two went to the car and Sunoh drove off slowly. It was still quiet, but more from tiredness. But before he dropped Hyunjin, he turned to him. "Hey, I'm celebrating my birthday on Saturday. There are only a few friends coming and I want to show you all the new apartment. I would like you to come too." Sunoh looked seriously at his friend who hesitated. Hyunjin played with his fingers and looked at them. "Will Miga come too?" He asked carefully. "Yes, she is my sister and like a best friend to me. I still don't know what went wrong, but you are one of my closest friends. You are one of the closest friends of Kiwoo and Geon, they will come too. You don't have to talk to her, but we'd be happy if we could spend time together again." Sunoh looked so mature at this moment, and Hyunjin, who was four years older, had to admit that he was childish. "I miss the time with you," Hyunjin confessed and laughed. He, Sunoh, and the twins had good chemistry with each other and did a lot together. "We miss you too. So come to my party." Sunoh laughed and Hyunjin nodded before getting out of the car.

Sunoh didn't have far to go home. He parked in the garage, took the elevator up to his apartment and as fast as he could he went to bed where Chichi slept. She slept on the side and he didn't really want to wake her up, but he wanted to feel her in his arms. The last few days he hardly saw her, he was only in the recording studio. He missed her every day, every hour, every minute, every second. "Hey ..." She turned to the side when she felt his arm around her body. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Sunoh stroked her black hair and looked at her with a smile. "No, I want to be awake. I hardly see you." Her large dark eyes met his and he stared at her lips, ready to kiss her the next moment. "I miss you so much," he whispers, stroking her cheek. "I miss you too." Chichi got a little wistful and it pained her to have him so hardly with her. "I'll have the weekend off, then we have more time together. By the way, Hyunjin is coming to the party too." Sunoh had complained several times that he missed the time with his friend. "Really? Does he know that Miga is coming?" She asked carefully. "Yes. But they both have to go through this now." Sunoh sighed and rested his head on Chichi's chest. "Hmm ... maybe it's a good thing." She starts stroking his head and Sunoh fell asleep immediately. He could only let himself fall with her, only forget his worries with her and that is why he fell asleep so peacefully on her.

The next morning Sunoh had to go back to the studio early in the morning. Today they continued with Pink Rose's album and so there was a lot to do. Para was recording while Misun waited for her turn. She was supposed to be practicing her lines, but she stared at Sunoh. "It's your birthday on the weekend, isn't it? Do you already have plans?", Misun suddenly asked. Sunoh was very surprised and looked at her. "Yes, my parents and my siblings will come over." Sunoh wanted to continue, but Para got in the way. "Aren't you celebrating?" He asked and laughed. "Yes. In the evening a couple of friends will come by", Sunoh said and thought nothing more. "And we're not invited?" Misun suddenly asked. "It's really just a small celebration and my siblings are there too." Sunoh wanted to avert it and distract from the subject, when Para suddenly widened his eyes. "That means Miga is there too?" "Well, she's my sister and she also lives in the same house." Sunoh didn't quite know what this was going to mean. But Para bit his lip and then patted his thigh. "Okay, we're coming." "What?" Sunoh didn't know his way around and looked surprised at his boss. "Should we take something to the party?" He asked and Sunoh couldn't tell his boss that he wasn't invited. "No, everything is fine." Sunoh sighed and wonders how to tell this all Chichi. "It's going to be really funny," Misun said and grinned.

On the day of Sunoh's birthday, the whole family was invited. Geon was the first to arrive, but his mood was not very good. His boyfriend left him a week ago because Geon will soon be in the military. "I didn't think he would leave me because of that." Geon sat on the couch and no longer understood his life. "And then I have to go into the military. Me? As a gay man!" Geon threw his head back and wanted to run away. "It's not that bad," said Sunoh and laughed. "You will survive." He put the plates on the table and got everything ready for brunch. "I always thought I could do that with Kiwoo ..." Geon sighed and looked at the floor. Since Kiwoo was soon an idol, he postponed his military stay. "Even if you had gone to the military together with Kiwoo, you wouldn't end up in the same place anyway. They never put siblings together." Sunoh looked at his brother and of course was a little worried. The military time was tough, it wasn't long since he came back. He constantly missed Chichi and his family. He counted every day that he could go home, but he didn't want to tell this his brother. "I know ..." Geon was so sad and depressed that Chichi hugged him. "It will be all right, Geon," she said with a soft smile and patted his shoulder. The next moment it rings again and Sunoh opened the door. "Happy Birthday little brother!" Miga and Kiwoo were at the door. They were both at SM that morning and drove to the apartment together. "Happy Birthday big brother," Kiwoo said with a laugh and hugged Sunoh. "Geon is already there. He's sitting on the couch and crying", Sunoh said dryly and Geon immediately called him "HEY!" "Oh no, are you still sad?" Miga came over to her little brother and patted his head. "Hey! Kinam broke up just a few days ago. You cried for Jaemin and Hyunjin for ages." Miga didn't want to hear that and just ignored the statement. "Aren't Mum and Dad even there yet?" Asked Kiwoo, surprised. "They should come any second, apparently there was a traffic jam," said Sunoh, preparing the pot full of coffee. "Otherwise Mum is always the first to come to her favorite child," said Kiwoo with a wink and Sunoh rolled his eyes. "I'm not her favorite child." "Oh, it’s true," said Miga with a laugh. "And you're dad's favorite kid," Sunoh hissed back. "Not at all," said Miga, but the twins immediately shook their heads. "But that's clear," said Kiwoo immediately. "He takes special care of you," added Geon. "Yes, but I'm his only daughter too." She shrugged and grinned. Kiwoo was about to say something, but the doorbell rang again. Sunoh opened the door and his parents stood at the door. "All the best my big boy." Y/N immediately fell on his neck and hugged her eldest son tightly. "I say he's the favorite son," Kiwoo whispered to his twin brother, who nodded. "Happy Birthday." Jaehyun went to his son and hugged him tightly. He had just found out that he had got the permanent position as co-producer and he was so incredibly proud of his son. It made him so happy that Miga, Sunoh and Kiwoo were with him in the company and could see them often. Only Geon was the one who would like to study later, but at the time he was the only child living with his parents. "Chichi, how is your foot?", Asked Y/N and stroked her almost daughter-in-law over the back. "It's okay, I still have pain sometimes and I'm barely allowed to move. But it's okay." The girl smiled and Y/N was happy to hear that she was feeling better. "Muummmm, I'm hungry. You're so late and I want to eat", Kiwoo whines and already sat down at the table. "It's okay, everything is ready," said Sunoh and sat down next to Chichi. The whole family had breakfast together and afterwards there were a number of gifts for Sunoh. Most of it was for the apartment, but there were also presents from Johnny, Taeyong, Mark, Winwin, etc. Everyone thought of him, everyone wanted to give him something and Sunoh was really happy that he had so many people around him who loved and liked him. After his mother took care of everything and cleaned up the brunch, Miga cried over guys at Chichi's and Geon and Kiwoo had an unnecessary argument, Sunoh and Jaehyun sat together and drank a beer together. "Hey, I heard you have a fixed contract now." Jaehyun proudly looked at his son and smiled. "Yes, I'm happy about it." Sunoh took a sip of his beer. "I'm really proud of you. You have done so many things better than me," said Jaehyun suddenly and patted his son on the shoulder. "Do I have?" He didn't really know what his father meant by that. "Yes. You take care of your siblings, you have a great job and you have a great relationship. You are good to Chichi and I am sure you will become great parents one day." Jaehyun smiled but Sunoh almost choked on his beer. "Dad, Chichi can't get pregnant. Maybe you and Mum might not mention this to her. She's pretty depressed about it." Sunoh finds these words difficult, but he wanted to be honest with his father. "Yes of course." Jaehyun was a little perplexed, but understood. And Sunoh was glad his father stopped talking about it. The two men were still drinking their beer when Sunoh suddenly confided in his father. "Dad, I have a question." Sunoh was suddenly very shy and Jaehyun was surprised that his son asked him for advice. "Yes?" "Have you ever seen someone around you fall in love with you, but you haven't seen it?" Sunoh then turned to Jaehyun and looked at him uncertainly. "You know how you were born, I was very selfish. I was the only one who was a father in the group and saw how everyone was making a career and I really wanted to do a solo album. My ex-girlfriend wanted to help me and since our relationship was over so long ago, I thought we were just friends. Your mother warned me and saw the real person. But I was so focused on my career that I ignored her. It got so bad that everything even had to go to court .. . " "To court?", Sunoh interrupted his father in shock and Jaehyun nodded. "Be careful and make it clear that you are not interested. That is my advice ..." Jaehyun looked at his son, who nodded. “Thanks Dad”, said Sunoh and smiled.

Y/N and Jaehyun stayed a while and enjoyed the time with their children, but they also knew that Sunoh had a party planned and decided to leave soon. Sangjun, Misook, Jasper and other friends from the past and the military came to the celebration. There shouldn't be too many, but Sunoh hadn't told everyone that Para, Hyunjin and Misun were to come too. Only after everyone was there and the bell rang again did his siblings look at him questioningly. "Anyone else coming?" Asked Geon and looked at the door. "Para and Misun are still coming," Sunoh said quietly, but everyone understood him. "WHAT?" Asked Miga and got up immediately. "And Hyunjin is coming too," he added quickly. "Sunoh, I love you, but Hyunjin and Misun? Do you want to kill me?" Miga was angry and immediately felt uncomfortable. It wasn't exactly the two people she wanted to see today. "Hyunjin is also a friend of mine. Para and Misun invited themselves." Sunoh sighed and looked at his girlfriend. "Why didn't you say anything?" Chichi asked and she had to admit that she was a little surprised. "I was hoping that they might still cancel." However, that was not the case and Misun and Para came into the apartment, closely followed by Hyunjin. "Happy Birthday", Misun squealed and immediately fell into Sunoh's arms. Para just rolled his eyes and went straight into the kitchen. He had an expensive vodka bottle with him and his eyes searched immediately for Miga. "That's all a bit strange, isn't it?" Geon said to Chichi, who just nodded. In the meantime Hyunjin came to them, but Miga got up immediately and looked for his distance. His eyes suddenly turned sad and he looked at the ground. "Hey Hyunjin, haven't seen you in a long time." Kiwoo nudged him lightly with his elbow and laughed. He was clearly already drunk and meant all of this very ironically, as they often saw each other at the company. "You idiot," Hyunjin said with a laugh, messing up his hair. "Heyyy, my hairstyle is important to me," said Kiwoo, trying to straighten his hair again. "Geon, how are you?", asked Hyunjin and Geon immediately begins to tell his whole drama, beginning with the fact that he has to go to the military and that his boyfriend has left him. Miga meanwhile tried several excuses to leave the party early. Misun and Hyunjin were too much of anything. But before she could leave, Para came up to her. "Well Miga, are you okay?" He grinned and leaned casually against the wall. "Yes and with you?" She paid no attention to him, but mixed her drink. "Well, now that I see you, I can only be fine. You look really beautiful today." He looked at her dress and Miga understood immediately. Para looked good, he was really fit, had a bit longer hair, his arms were tattooed, everything about him screamed for “bad boy”. But that wasn't the type she was into. She liked guys like Jaemin or ... she turned to the side ... guys like Hyunjin. "Thank you," she said with a sigh and her gaze searched after Hyunjin's. "You know, your brother and I get along really well, and he really does a good job ..." Para just kept talking, but Miga couldn't concentrate. She was alone and lonely too. She didn't want to feel that any more, she also wanted something Sunoh found in Chichi. She had so much love to give, but no one recognized it. She knew what Para wanted. Maybe he was telling himself he liked her, but in the end he was just waiting to rip the last of the fabric off her body. She was tired of such men. She wanted more than just sex, she wanted to be loved. For the rest of the celebration, Misun tried to spend as much time as possible with Sunoh and Para as much time as possible with Miga. They were like burdock and everyone was annoyed with them. But at some point Sunoh was able to break away from her and spend time with his friends again, but maybe that wasn't so good after all.

"You have a nice apartment there," said Misun, smiling falsely. She stood next to the stool where Chichi was sitting. "T-tha-thanks," she stuttered, visibly intimidated by Misun's personality. "I hope the apartment is written on you," said Misun then and looked around. "Why?", Chichi asked her, not knowing what the other woman was wanting from her. "Well, you know ... Sunoh is handsome, he works with the most beautiful people. It's sweet that he is still together with his school girlfriend. But don't you think he'll want more one day?" Misun leaned over and sipped her drink. "Well, we've been through so much together." Chichi looked down at her hands with bowed shoulders. "You're pretty, but can you really keep up with us idols? Don't you think Sunoh deserves more?" Misun came closer to her and Chichi's heart began to run faster and faster. "Maybe you shouldn't be so selfish and let Sunoh live his life." Misun smiled even wider and Chichi was already crouched on the chair. Her hair covered her face in shame and she felt tears build up. "Hey, are you okay?" Meanwhile, Hyunjin came to the two of them, since he noticed that Chichi was sitting there frightened. He glared at Misun, who just shrugged. "We're just talking." Then she sipped on her drink again and walked away. But Chichi was still sitting there frozen. He knew the girl for a while and knew how insecure she was. "What did she do?" He asked immediately, trying to see her face. But Chichi just shook her head. "Chichi, I know Misun very well and you can trust me." He tried to speak to her, but her delicate body trembled. "I don't want to destroy Sunoh's birthday." She begins to sob softly. Hyunjin looked at Sunoh and saw him talking to Sangjun and Kiwoo. He was so carefree and just having fun. "Would you like to go to the bathroom and we can talk about it?" Hyunjin asked worriedly. Chichi was briefly unsure, but she agreed. She had to talk to someone about it and Hyunjin was often there for her. She trusted him. So he helped her out of the chair and propped her over to the bathroom. He carefully set her down on the bath mat and sat across from her. Chichi didn't speak at first, she just looked into space and arched her body. "Would you like to tell me what Misun said to you?", Hyunjin then asked carefully and looked at her worriedly. Chichi stared into space for a while until she took a deep breath. "Were you jealous of Miga a lot? I mean, she's always surrounded by all the beautiful drama actors." She looked at him and he could see tears on her face. "Well, a little, but there was also the thing with Jaemin ..." Hyunjin sighed and his heart ached as he let it all come back to life. "Misun said that sooner or later Sunoh will leave me because I'm not his league." Chichi started to cry and her little heart was pounding wildly. "Do you really believe that?", Hyunjin asked her more ironically. Because everyone could see how much they loved each other. "Maybe he really deserves someone better than me. What am I? An unsuccessful ballet dancer." Chichi started to sob and Hyunjin immediately took a towel so she can dry herself off. "Why should he want someone else? Sunoh only has eyes for you, he only talks about you. Do you think he would leave you just because of an idol? You have to trust Sunoh more." Hyunjin tried to speak well to her and slowly, so that the girl calmed down a little bit. "You're right. But other women think they can easily outdo me because I'm so inconspicuous. They are so mean and ..." That was when she began to sob again. Chichi never had it easy. There was competition everywhere, everyone wanted Sunoh and thought they could just make Chichi disappear. But before Hyunjin could say anything, the bathroom door opened. Miga came in and saw them both sitting on the floor. "Here you are Chichi. Sunoh is worried." She kneels down to her and sees that the girl is crying. "Has something happened?" Miga then asks worriedly and strokes Chichi's head. "Misun." Hyunjin didn't need to say anything more and Miga understood. "Damn it," cursed Miga, and she got angry at the thought that Misun had hurt Chichi. "She was pretty mean to Chichi. She has to go." Hyunjin was angry too, he knew Misun all too well and knew what she was up to. She has already made life difficult for him too. "How do we get rid of her? She's totally crazy about Sunoh," Miga said with a sigh. "I am not good enough." Suddenly Chichi started crying again and Miga immediately hugged her. "How did you come up with something like that? That's not true at all. You and Sunoh are made for each other." Miga was surprised at her uncertainty, so she hadn't spoken like that for a long time. "No, I ... I can't get pregnant. I'm a failure." Chichi cried and cried and Miga now understood the problem. The two always talked about family at an early age and since Chichi cannot fulfill his wish to become a father, she doesn't feel good enough. "That's not true. Sunoh loves you and I, as his big sister, know that for sure." She smiles gently and brushed the tears from the girl's face. "Can you get Sunoh? And then we try to kick Para and Misun out?" Miga whispered to them. Hyunjin nodded and immediately disappeared from the bathroom. Miga sat down next to Chichi and took her in his arms. She strokes them and tries to calm them down. It wasn't long before Hyunjin returned with Sunoh. "Chichi ..." He immediately ran to her and took her in his arms. "Sunoh I'm sorry." She started to cry again and Sunoh didn't quite know what was going on. "We're going to break up the party, okay?", Miga said with a smile and Sunoh just nodded, because his focus is only on Chichi. As Hyunjin and his sister leave the bathroom, Sunoh tries to understand the situation. Chichi opens up to him totally and told him everything Misun and that she still feels guilty about not being able to get pregnant.

The rest of the celebration didn't last long after Misun and Para were gone. Soon everyone left and Hyunjin and Miga were the last to leave the party. "I'll bring you home," said Hyunjin and looked at Miga. "I only live a few floors away," she said with a smile. Hyunjin shrugged. "It’s okay." And Miga couldn't say much about it. So the two of them went off and took the elevator to the floor of her apartment. "Thank you for helping Chichi," Miga then said and smiled gently. Her heart softened and she didn't know at the moment whether she missed Hyunjin or just physical closeness. "She's so pure. We just have to protect her," said Hyunjin with a laugh and Miga could only agree. "I think that's what Sunoh likes about her. He has always been her savior." She giggles and put the code in her door. "Miga?", Hyunjin suddenly asked and he got serious. "Hmm?" Her eyes were still on the number, but then she turned to him. And that's when Hyunjin kissed her. He pressed her body against the door frame and he put his hands to her face. His lips were tight against hers and Miga's fingers clutched his chest. She didn't know if that was a good idea. But she knew tha she didn't want to be alone that night.

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epicspheal · 3 years

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Hey! I remember a while back I read a fanfic of yours regarding twilight wings- the unofficial Raihan episode. In it their was an oc of yours, and I was wondering if you have any more? I like making oc's myself and it's fun to see other people's ideas and stories.

Hi there! You have...opened the floodgates (in a good way). I have quite a few champion OCs. I’ll focus on the various champion OCs I have since I’ve mentioned this on my blog before the champions of Pokemon remain my favorite class of characters as they have so much potential as we’ve seen with Leon in SwSh. This is going to be a somewhat long post as I have 5 champions to talk about (plus there are pics here, most of them commissions from some very talented artists that I’ve tagged as I can’t draw)

(There’s Marsha and her starter/ace Rosemary the Audino with @hayleyb100 ‘s character Richard. Thank you HayleyB for drawing this! And if you guys haven’t please check out her amazing art and stories)

I’ll start off with the OC you mentioned in your ask...Marsha (full name Marsha Miller). She’s the Alolan champion that we see in my Conviction, the Raihan twilight wings episode (also shameless plug for my fic). Like many champions she’s a mixed type trainer, but she does have a slight preference for fairy types on her team. Unlike the SM/USUM protagonist, she actually hails from Unova but her family is military (her father used to serve under Lt. Surge before becoming a lieutenant himself) and so she’s lived in Unova, Kanto, and Alola. Before she ended up becoming Alola’s champion, she was content with being head of the cheer squad at her high school while in Kanto (before her family announced moving again and she was needless to say, quite upset at the prospect of throwing away her cheer captain title). Back when she lived in Unova, she would often stop by her grandparents herbalist shop to learn about various medicinal herbs.

I hint to this a bit in my Convictions fic when Marsha asks Raihan a question about him becoming champion elsewhere, but Marsha has a huge bout of imposter syndrome from being the first ever champion of Alola as she doesn’t feel like she measures up to the legends like Red or Blue or known superstar champions like Leon and Cynthia. A lot of her character growth comes after she wins the title as she learns to work with Kukui to help build up the Alola League and make it famous. Luckily she happens to be a pretty friendly, if somewhat reserved character making it easy for her to befriend the likes of Leon and Raihan (and she also gets them to be a couple). Both Leon and Raihan give her tips they’ve learned from being in Galar to help boost the reputation of the Alola League. Back in Alola she is good friends with Mallow, Plumeria and Mina as they often visit Mallow’s restaurant to eat and catch up. She ends up being a big sister friend to Gladion, Lillie and Hau (being in her late teens when she first met the kids) as well as Iris when she meets her at the champion’s conference.

(Credit to @roseltheteacup for this amazing sugimori style artpiece of Calla. Please check out rosel’s artwork as well)

The next one is my probably my most well-developed champion OC and my version of Victor/Gloria...Calla Okoro. She’s the Sword Hero of Galar to go with Hop’s Shield Hero. Calla is a baby genius with an IQ of 162 (so she’d qualify for MENSA in the real world) and graduated college at the age of 12 with a degree in chemistry, a year before she ends up taking on the gym challenge. Her favorite type is poison and she decided that she would take on the gym challenge by using only Poison types, refusing a starter from Leon to train up her Budew and other poison types she found along the way.

Her knowledge of poison types would become very useful towards the end of the challenge and Eternatus awakening and possessing Leon , however this girl struggled so much at the beginning as the poison types she caught don’t really get good until they evolve. It was also a testament to having book knowledge of Pokemon and type advantages doesn’t equate to automatically winning a battle. She struggled especially at Kabu’s gym, resulting in her first official loss (outside of losing her second battle to Hop at Magnolia’s house due to his Rookidee being super effective against her Budew nicknamed Sabi). Calla is persistent though and patient so she worked with her team developing a killer toxic stall strategy (that helped her be the first person to take Leon down). As champion Calla uses her position to promote science and eventually goes back to school to get PhD, becoming the first Galar champion to also be a professor. When Calla is not doing Pokemon battles or giving science demos, she tends to enjoy doing backflip competitions with Gordie or rocking out at Piers’ concerts with Marnie and Hop and Bede (Bede will deny hanging out with them)

(thank you RPG Picrew, I have yet to get official commissioned work of him done)

This is Jabari Revere, my Kalos champion OC and part of the Kalos 5. I’m still working on his backstory and personality as I replay Pokemon Y (I tend to replay the games for my champion OCs to build up their teams and get a sense for the personality). Jabari is a water type champion who enjoys his days swimming in the ocean and surfing on his Mantine, nicknamed Monterey. Like Serena from the anime he is a bit at odds with his mother Grace for wanting him to take up the family tradiiton of Rhyhorn racing. However unlike anipoke!Serena, he did have a goal of training water type Pokemon with the aim of becoming a water type champion just like Wallace from Hoenn. Jabari is definitely an easy going fellow, which helps him befriend Serena, Tierno, Trevor and Shauna as well as Grant and Clemont. Unlike my Galar champion Calla, he is more willing to use Pokemon other than water types, such as when he fought Korrina at the Mega Evolution tower using the Lucario who was attracted to his aura, or when he rescued Yveltal from Team flare and let it get revenge on Lysandre

(this piece was done by @snowythesoft aka ChibiGirl! Thank you again for this and also please check out her art as well)

Yes, you’re looking at a robot. His name is Valen and is actually my first non-self insert Pokemon OC. After watching the first Pokemon movie and seeing Mewtwo be a Pokemon trainer, and also after watching the Watson computer on Jeopardy, I came up with the idea of “what if someone made a robot as a Pokemon trainer”. Hence Valen, the world champion of my version of the Pokemon World

Created by Molayne and Sophocles at the request of Red and Blue as a new fixture for the battle tree, Valen quickly began to learn from the some of the strongest trainers how to battle (with a frequent opponent being Marsha as she needed someone who could challenge her in battle). Once he figured out how to consistently beat the likes of Red, Blue and Marsha in battle...it was a wrap. Valen travelled to every known region and soon became the undisputed most powerful trainer in the world defeating every last living champion. He even took on Leon, Cynthia and Red in a triple battle and won. Despite his absolutely monstrous skill Valen is an absolute sweetheart and always compliments his opponents in battle. He also loves bowties, with his first gift being the red bowtie he sports from Sophocles do not touch or harm that bowtie if you value your life, it’s one of the few things that will actually piss off this gentle giant of a robot.

(credits to the VillainSona Picrew)

So this is my final non-self insert champion OC, His Royal Highness Jack, Duke of Stow-On-Side. In a discord server and on some messages here on tumblr, I’ve described Jack as the unholy combination of Caillou and Jack the Ripper. Jack hails from a disgraced family of aura guardians who learned that they could use their aura powers to create shadow Pokemon. 150 years prior to the main Sword and Shield story line his family managed to beat back the Hammerlocke Royal family (aka the great Raihan’s family) from Stow-On-Side and Ballonlea to claim the two towns for themselves. When Peony stepped down as champion Jack ended up taking the champion title. Now Jack is actually a legitimately powerful trainer without the need to shadowfy his Pokemon, but he does so anyway to ensure absolute control and to hopefully make his royal family the absolute rulers of Galar (his actions would years later inspire Sordward and Shieldbert, the Dukes of Motostoke). He even bribed gym leaders to be extra difficult on challengers he deemed to be a threat (so Leon, Raihan, Nessa and Sonia got hit hard with this).

Jack’s misdeeds are pretty vast. The reason why Sonia is so unconfident in her battling skills? Jack ambushed her in the wild area and destroyed her in a match while mocking her. Why does Leon have that perfect image as champion? He’s trying to build back the reputation the Galar league has after Jack nearly destroyed it’s rep on the world stage with his actions. Why are Leon and Sonia so insistent on you focusing on the gym challenge and leaving the problems to the adults? The adults during their gym challenge were either on Jack’s side or were actually useless against him and his shadow Pokemon. To quote my friends in an rp server I’m in “Jack is the absolute worst” So that’s all of the champion OCs I have. As I continue to write more fanfic will definitely see all of them pop up in various stories.

#pokemon champion #pokemon poc #pokemon OC #ask epic spheal #I love talking about my OCs so if you guys have any questions keep them coming #you have no idea how happy i was to see this question #I screamed at work in the breakroom and spent my lunch answering this lol

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isitandwonder · 4 years

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Hi. Did you, at some point, believe in Charmie and A&T relationship? Because you have written so superb fics bout them (dont mentioning looot of sex between them in those fics 😊 ). And now it looks like you are quite disgusted by charmie fandom and also by Armie too.. So when did you change your mind (if there of course was any changing of mind)?

Hi nonnie!

I think I talked about this before but anyway...

Yes, at some point at the end of 2017/beginning of 2018 when the promo was in full swing, I did believe there was/had been something happening between these two.

What started to change my mind though was in February 2018 when they returned to Crema and Liz was there and said they made Ford there (I remember we discussed her being at almost every awards red carpet and promo event before, as some kind of no homo device)... I was so confused. This couldn’t be right! T & A had been hanging out all by themselves during the filming, they’d been the only two English speaking people in town (lol, sorry, but Crema is not a small Sicilian village in the 1950s, I’ve been there), they’d bonded deeply... they told us all about that!

I’m still grateful to the person pointing out that Liz and Harper had been there most of the filming... then gradually more and more ‘came to light’: that Will had been there before filming, that Tim had hung out with some locals (even a kind of gf was mentioned), stuff like that. That started to burst my bubble.

I confess, I had a shit day accepting that it had all been a fantasy because at that point they seemed so cute and right together. They sold that pretty well and I’m not mad at them - it was me who got in too deep, they just promoted their film. And wasn’t it easy to see all these bluring lines and believe in them?

Anyway, once you see the ‘cracks’ you start to question and see more. Things like Armie cancelling the Asia promo tour; saying he ‘sucked dick on film’, reducing cmbyn to THAT.

So I accepted it had been just a fantasy, but still shipped them as in ‘I like to imagine them together though I know it’s not real’. That’s were most of my fics come from, because these stories are pure fiction; I made it all up.

I think then came TIFF and those IG stories - they were clearly taking the piss at shippers, but in a kind way, saying ‘we know what’s going on and don’t mind’. What secret couple posts such stories, I ask you? So I felt validated in my shipping because they were okay with it.

When did I fall out of love with Armie though? I think it started right after the Oscars with above mentioned incidents. He was never my type anyway, I’m all here for the twinks :). He really only does things for me in the contrast he provides to Tim.

But then I learned more and more about him. His weird family. The way he was okay with how Liz pimped out their kids on her IG (because, come on, if a father doesn’t want that he can make it stop. Now it looks like he used Liz to sell the image of the perfect American family). His fights and ramblings on social media.

I still truly think there was a window for him that he could have used to stear his life and career in a different direction. I still believe cmbyn was a huge formative experience for him. For a while, something changed. Maybe it was all PR bla bla, but maybe not. He dared to accept a stage role after it. He made STBY, which I haven’t seen but people say he was very good in. But then he fell back into old patterns.

I became indifferent to Armie. But then he went to Saudi Arabia. And that was it. I can’t support someone who does what he did. Oliver would at least be whipped there, if not executed; Armie is a gay icon after portraying that beloved character. That’s a responsibility. All he had to do was not go to SA. I don’t expect big political statements - but why did he go there for a government event? Sorry, that was the final nail to the coffin.

But, you know, I still could ignore him. I followed Tim who is goofy and kind and weirdly smart and a great actor. I confess, I speculated about his sexuality (always traveling with male friends, no gf, taking his mum or sister to awards) - but then the Lily thing started - and I was happy for him. Someone his age, who knows about life in the limelight, with whom he could share his life.

And that’s when shit hit the fan. You know, I don’t know either Armie or Tim and what they do has no real influence on my life. But I knew a lot of people on here. I’d been with cmabn since 2017; I’ve written some well liked stories. But suddenly many people I used to have fun with, I thought were my friends, for which I wrote stories - they totally freaked out and behaved abysmal. They sent hate to Tim, to fellow fans. They bullied people really badly on here. Many deleted stories or blogs. And the worst was - these mutuals of mine thought that funny. They were proud of their shitty behavior. They started to scream at anyone doubting Tim was gay and in love with Armie. I got death threats for pointing out that maybe T&A played their friendship up a bit during cmbyn promo.

And almsot no one stopped these people destroying what had been a fun small fandom. Almost no one said to these people ‘Calm down, stop it’. Instead, these people, who used to be my mutuals, congratulated themselves on how efficiently they harrassed Tim on IG and fellow fans on here. I remember a person who told me to my face they loved me first ridiculing Tim and in the end sending vile hate to me.

That’s why I can’t support Charmie any longer. Because of these scumbags of fans. Hating on Tim is one thing, he has people working for him, sadly, these things happen to anyone in the industry. But hating on fellow fans just because some don’t follow a certain narrative BNFs made up? That, to me, is unforgivable.

Therefore, I now delight in how their King Armie is exposed as just another straight white man, cheating on his wife (and maybe doing worse). He debased himself going to SA, and I really don’t know how people who profess to love cmbyn and it’s message can still support him after that. Then he showed his privileged white ass during quarantine. And now those Biden tweets.

Seriously?

I know many on here just ignore these things. I can’t do that. I can’t forget what he did. I can’t support someone like that, who has no principles, either privately or politically (and maybe even sexually assaulted a woman).

And what really did it for me is that Armie can do all these despicable things and people still love and defend him him (a grown man and father of 33) - while Tim just has some gfs, or buys bagels, or carries his guitar - and people ridicule and hate and cancel him for it.

He did nothing wrong despite not living up to the narrative some very rude people who don’t know him wrote for him! But suddenly he’s the whipping boy for them. Because he’s into girls (like Armie, btw).

I just can’t with that. I can’t with the hate spread on here. I can’t with the motives showing behind this narrative, the sexism, the homophobia, the misogyny, the racism... I have to laugh when I read the eulogies some write here about the deep, true, pure, everlasting love between A&T that will win in the end (sorry, I’m not 13 anymore, and neither are the people who write this); I also can’t with the ideas of fucking someone so hard for real they can’t walk anymore (fic is different from reality, you know). It is either pathetic, embarrassing, or truly disturbing.

And I really, really hate these people breaking the fourth wall. You NEVER tweet to the actors about your conspiracy theories! You never harrass them on SM! You never insult their friends, business partners, SOs. And you don’t, never, ever bully some small local businesses during an economic crisis because they dared to burst your bubble.

If you support Charmie - you support this behavior. I don’t. And as being quiet has only led to the assholes taking over - I now try a different strategy. If people don’t like it they can unfollow.

Sorry, these last few days have shown just how unhinged some Charmies are. I know some had planned actions against Tim at The King red carpet in London (and thankfully didn’t realize them). I really don’t put it past some of them to now truly become violent against Tim at some event, in the name of the greater good of Charmie. They are completely bonkers.

I’ve seen threats against me and others in different forums as well. People want to make us pay for what we did (like, what did we do?). People call for their followers to take action against us. I have no idea what they will or can do, as I’ve lost so much within this fandom already (fics, followers, friends) but as they are truly mental I expect the worst. It’s not that I’m afraid but it’s still a weird feeling to see people talk about you like this... because you don’t like an actor. Or don’t think he’s gay...

Yeah, so, that was surely more than you bargained for.

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jj-lives · 4 years

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Legend Inktober - Bmblb

Showing Blake around her old stomping grounds ended up being a lot more enjoyable than she thought it would. When she’d asked what Blake wanted to do today, a tour of the town was not something she’d been expecting. Yang suggested a movie, or a walk in the wilderness that covered half of Patch. She’d even suggested the small amusement park on the other side of the island, but Blake shot down every one of her suggestions. She wanted to see where Yang grew up.

All in all the memories Yang had of Patch consisted mainly of the time she’d spent with her dad or Ruby. She had very few meaningful memories outside the little bubble she grew up in with her three membered circus family. She’d already shown Blake around her family’s favourite outings days ago. But Blake was insistent. She wanted to know where Yang went to school and where she spent her spare time when not taking care of Ruby at home.

So Yang did the only thing she could think of doing, since she had nowhere specific she wanted to show Blake, she reenacted a day in her highschool life. Hand in hand they left the small log cabin Yang called home for so many years. She pulled Blake close, her arm automatically snaking around her lithe body to rest on Blake’s opposite hip.

“Re-enacting?” Blake questioned when Yang explained her plan.

“You wanted to know about my life back then, right?” Blake’s cheek rubbed softly against her shoulder as she nodded in affirmation. “Then what better way than to literally walk a day in my past self’s shoes.”

“So,” Blake spoke, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “If we are walking in your highschool shoes… who may I ask is latched onto your arm as you make your morning commute to school?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Yang teased, pulling a disapproving noise from the back of Blake’s throat. “If you must know.” Yang relented. “That would be the one and only other girl to ever own a piece of my heart.”

“What?”

Blake stopped walking, pulling Yang to a halt beside her. The way Blake’s brow furrowed as she processed the news and tried to figure out who else Yang may have fallen in love with, was absolutely adorable.

“Ruby.” Yang finally answered, breaking through Blake’s internal deciphering.

“Yang!” Blake pouted as she was pulled forward along the path once more. “You are horrible.”

“That would make you a sadist then would it not?” She continued to tease. “Since you’re in love with the horrible being I am.”

Blake dug a sharp elbow into Yang’s ribs, causing her to yelp.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“And you’re violent,” Yang responded, rubbing at the growing bruise at her side.

“Who’s the sadist now?”

Yang was about to respond when they broke through the trees and a large stone wall came into view. Turning to follow it, she was assailed with memories of taking the same walk hundreds of times with her sister.

“This is where I dropped Ruby off before heading to my school.” Yang explained as they came to the front gate.

“Is this where you went to school when you were younger too?”

“I guess.” Yang stared through the bars trying to remember anything she could share with Blake from that time in her life. “But I don’t remember much from then. I remember helping Ruby patch up her scraped knee when she fell over there.” Yang pointed to the playground. “I suppose I would have been going here with her when that happened. But mostly I just remember dropping her off and picking her up everyday.”

Blake hummed approvingly.

“Ever the protector, weren’t you?”

“After Summer passed away, I kind of felt like it was my job. I always looked up to her probably because my own Mother was anything but maternal.” Yang grimaced at the thought of Raven.

“I do wish there were other stories of baby Yang you could tell me, but I suppose I’ll have to get those from Ruby and Tai.” Blake brought their entwined hands to her mouth and placed a gentle kiss to the back of Yang’s hand. “It would make sense with the trauma of losing a parent to have your mind block out the painful memories.”

“I suppose.”

Embarrassed, Yang pulled Blake to their next destination. Everytime she spared a glance, Blake was staring down the street or into yards they passed. She was fascinated at everything that came into view. Yang wondered if she would be acting the same way had their positions been reversed. She supposed she would be soaking up as much as she could about Blake’s past as well. It made her even more excited about their trip to Menagerie the following month.

Deciding to be a better tour guide, Yang entered the gate to her highschool showing Blake her classrooms for each year she attended. The front doors were closed and locked so Blake had to settle for staring up at windows Yang pointed to.

“How many hours did you spend staring out the window instead of paying attention in class?”

“My first year, way too many.” Yang shook her head, amused. “But after that my teachers conspired to stick me in the middle row so I wouldn’t get distracted by windows or the other students passing in the halls.”

“And how well did their devious conspiring work?”

“Not very I’m afraid. I’m very good at finding anything to occupy my mind besides studying.”

“I’m well aware.” Blake took one last look at the empty second floor window. “Were you in any clubs? I remember you mentioned a basketball team.”

“Oh yeah!” Yang jumped in excitement, pulling Blake around the other side of the building and down a path canopied by overhanging branches. “We used to eat lunch here instead of the cafeteria when it wasn’t raining or snowing.” Yang pointed to a fountain area surrounded by a few benches.

“We?”

“Me and some of the old gang.” Yang steered them through an opening in the foliage. “And here is where I spent my club time. I wasn’t the academic type.”

“Surprisingly.”

“So I was in track and Basketball instead.” Yang continued, only shooting a warning glare Blake’s way for her snide comment.

They took a leisure turn around the track as Yang pointed out some spots of importance from her memories. She hoped she was being a good guide; she really did want Blake to return the favour when they went to her hometown.

“What about after school?” Blake asked as they came to the starting line again. “Or did you always accompany Ruby home?”

“When she was younger, yeah.” Yang pondered. “But when she started her first year of highschool she was always walking home with her new friends.”

“So then, what did you do with your time?”

“I hung out at the mall a lot I suppose. It was just what everyone did. Including Ruby and her friends. So I would just tag along.

“With Ruby and her friends? Wasn’t that-“

“No, with some students in my class.” Yang answered. “The center isn’t that far from here if you’d like to go.” She grabbed Blake’s hand and started leading her before she ever gave her answer. “I’ll buy you an ice cream while we’re there.”

“You sure it’s not just you that wants the ice cream?”

“Can’t it be a little of both?”

Blake laughed before agreeing, quickening her steps to match Yang’s excited ones.

Yang’s first stop was the ice cream shop once they arrived. She bought one for both of them before they spent the next hour wandering the mall. She watched as Blake entered every bookstore they passed, following her willingly, or standing outside holding the drinks or treats they’d been eating when a cranky owner forbade such things near the precious paper treasures. But the smile Blake gave her and the kiss on the cheek she received each time made it worth it.

Yang’s jaw was getting tired from smiling so much and she realized just how much she enjoyed spending time like this with Blake. Her younger self wasted countless hours in this space, but never did she have as much fun as she was having now. Not for the first time, Yang wondered what her highschool life would have been like had they met earlier.

“Is that Yang?”

Looking up at the mention of her name she saw a familiar sight. Coming out of a Gap opposite her came a group of her old schoolmates. Yang waved, but didn’t want to leave her position lest Blake return and wonder where she’d gone. The group of five instead made their way to Yang.

“I can’t believe it’s you!”

“When did you get back?”

“I heard you were in the big city!”

“How the hell are you?”

They all spoke at once and Yang laughed nervously, not sure who to answer first.

“Let her breathe, you lot.” A raven haired girl stepped forward, pushing the others to the side, effectively silencing them all. “How have you been Yang?”

“I’ve been great!” The girl stepped closer with her arms outstretched and Yang returned her hug politely. “How have you been Sapphire?”

“Bored.” The girl deadpanned. She waved a hand at the group behind her. “This lot aren’t half as interesting without you around.”

Multiple voices rose up in indignation, but Yang’s ears only perked up when a familiar voice spoke up quietly behind her.

“What’s going on out here?”

One of the guys behind Sapphire stepped into view wearing a dangerous smirk at the new addition.

“Well you’re cute. What’s your name?” His voice dropped an octave as he slicked back his brown curls with one hand, holding out his other for Blake to accept. “I’m-“

“Back off Bast. She’s with me.” Yang stepped forward to push his hand away.

“A friend of yours is a friend of ours aren’t they?” Bast continued, sending what he thought was a sexy wink in Blake’s direction.

“No, as in she is with me. This is Blake, my girlfriend.” She continued to glare at him until he took two full steps back.

“Well, I’m glad to see the attitude is still intact. Big old Vale hasn’t broken that at least.” Sapphire carefully broke the tension. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

“We were just about to-“

“Please?” Another girl stepped forward. She was much smaller than the others and wore her short red hair spiked up on her head. “We haven’t seen you in years! We need to catch up!”

“Jem is right.” Malachite spoke up from the back, where he was comforting Bast’s bruised ego. “It’s been far too long, Yang.” He smiled warmly. “Besides, how could we possibly pass up an opportunity to embarrass you in front of your girl.”

Yang deflated, Malachite was always the one to persuade her with his calm voice and un-imposing manner. She looked to Blake for back up but she couldn’t catch her eye. She was too busy observing the five interlopers.

“Blake?”

Her lips curled into a smile that Yang could see didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I don’t see why we can’t spare a little time.” Blake responded as the others, excluding Bast, cheered. “We haven’t eaten yet, and I wouldn’t say no to hearing some stories of you in the glory days.”

“Perfect!” Sapphire exclaimed

She linked arms with Blake to guide her towards the food court. Jem skipped to catch them, not quite invading Blake’s personal space like Sapphire had but just as eager as ever to meet a new person. Bast followed sullenly behind them, dragging his feet. Having no other option Yang trotted to keep up with the group. Malachite and Viv, who’d remained silent the entire time, fell in step beside her.

Yang barely said two words the entire meal, seemingly forgetting her in the others excitement to steal Blake’s attention. Taking turns they told stories of Yang’s highschool adventures. Most she couldn’t even remember, but the ones she did were so over embellished by the group it was ridiculous. The stories shocked Blake at times and humoured her in others. Polite and more lively than Yang had ever seen her in a group setting, Blake spoke with each in the gang and by the end of the meal they were so enraptured with her Yang could barely pry them off long enough for them to escape.

“But Yang,” Jem whined as she clung to Blake’s arm. “We have so many more tales of ‘The Xiao Long Legend’ to tell Blake.”

“It’s getting dark and Tai wasn’t expecting us to be gone this long.” Yang repeated, for the third time. She was starting to think no one was even listening to a word she said.

“You can stay out a little longer. Blake’s having fun. Aren’t you?” Sapphire turned her eyes to the half slumped form rooted by the hanging body of Jem.

“I’m trying to impress Yang’s father, not anger him.” Blake chuckled as she pried each of Jem’s fingers off her arm. “It was great meeting you all though.”

“Oh, Yang.” Malachite chimed in. “Do tell Tai hello from all of us will you?”

“Sure,” she mumbled. She’d mentioned him multiple times trying to get away and was ignored but Blake says his name once and everyone pauses to hang on her every word.

“Will your dad be very angry that we’re late?” Blake asked as they retraced their steps from earlier.

“No, he probably hasn’t even noticed we’ve been gone.”

“Oh.”

Appearing deep in thought Yang didn’t want to bother her so they strolled in silence half the way home. Yang was used to non verbal communication when it came to Blake. But where normally walking in silence wasn’t a reason to become alarmed, today felt different. Blake was so lively back at the restaurant that now, lacking her voice, the air around them felt heavy.

“You didn’t cut the reunion short on my account did you?” Blake questioned as they stepped onto the path that would lead them the last leg of their journey.

“Of course not.” Yang took a moment to compare the sullen expression Blake now wore to the lively one from 9not long ago. “Did you want to hang out longer with them? I’m sorry. I didn’t ask you what you would prefer.”

The look Blake shot her was full of surprise and confusion.

“Why would you think I wanted to stay longer?”

“Well,” she started, a little taken aback by Blake’s accusatory tone. “You seemed like you were having a good time is all.”

“I was just being polite.”

They walked the remaining distance accompanied by a weighty reticence. Blake only brightened when she greeted Tai where he sat on the porch waiting for them to come home.

Expecting she was just reading too much into Blake’s behaviour, Yang hoped it was just the exhaustion of the day's events that were catching up with her. Blake was never one to be in a good mood when tired.

#bumbleby #fanfic #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #my writing #inktober #legend

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philomenafm · 4 years

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(NATALIA DYER, DEMI GIRL) - Have you seen PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL? PHILLY is in HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year. The WILDLIFE SCIENCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a TAURUS. People say SHE/THEY are WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC and UNPREDICTABLE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONCEALED MURDEROUS EVIDENCE (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

ive done sm switches bt. she is the one. she is the one i love. trust me. ples. this is an old intro n im frankly. too lazy 2 read it bt. i love her a lot shes very good please like her

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th, 2000

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

stats

favorite song: wonderfully bizarre, bendigo fletcher / we can be defined by the things we want / i’ll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that i love / we’ll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar / mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation.

background.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her ged and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in preaker, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to yates for her freshmen spring term & theyve been here since.

(whenever anna brings cillian uh. he’s in here too he’s been traveling w them fr like 3ish years. i just cannot rewrite atm KDSGLSDKLGKFGHLKSL bt hes here. n hes sexy. n we love him. bro3tp)

OH. hey yeah the secret. errmm. tht’s on cillian. philly just hid the evidence. no they didnt kill someone yes they did no they did not <3 yes

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon (& so does leo fowler eyes emoji)

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in preaker / yates - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in calloway while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. edit: her first & only kisses hv been w leo fowler. this is important

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her. she knows to respect nature. exudes natural trust energy <3 dont know wht tht means but

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay. edit: she hs a tabby cat named pail, now. named in honor of her mother, bucket.

leaves her window in calloway wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in calloway is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

how did you get in here ;; someone whose room she perhaps crashed at late at night, mysteriously. she refuses to explain where she’s come from. she’s gone before you wake. they could literally not know her at all she’s just sleeping halfway under their bed like <3 thank you <3

ma’am this is a wendys ;; someone who sees her constantly <3 doing outlandish shit <3 bc lets b real. shes weird. shes a weirdo. why do u think she wears the same hat everyday. (she doesnt wear hats often) anyways. they probably dnt even like her? just think shes very strange?

im literally going to dissect you ;; someone who. wants to figure out philly. pick at her brain. wear her shoes. kind of in the same category of above in this general like. ur fkn weird. bt they wna figure out why <3 they wna play therapist <3 jokes on u she hates therapists

liddle thief in the night ;; someone who has caught her stealing. or dining n dashing. either/or. perhaps both. she steals a lot :/

oh like. friends n stuff ;; of any closeness. ppl she talks 2 conspiracies with, ppl she goes on late night walks with, ppl she explores with, ppl she steals with, ppl she smokes with, etc. etc. ppl who bring her out to parties cos they like her funky little ways when she gets drunk n tries to climb atop everything <3

thts nice. anyways ;; this is fr like. literally anything unrequited. philly doesnt like <3 a lot of ppl <3 In That Way. so its basically just. ur muse thinks shes very neat n she thinks ur muse is very neat bt platonically. she doesnt do hookups or anything n if she does i tend 2 like. run purely based off of chemistry even with. most of her connections in general.

uuhh. anything ;; HLKDGKSDLKGHLKSFDSHGKFD i nvr rly hv a lot of connections up fr philly bc shes like. a very unpredictable muse n i think its usually better to just. throw her in! n see wht happens! we cn still plot obv n come up w some fun things bt fr the most part shes very organic

#yatesintro #cancer tw #trauma tw #death tw #dissociation tw #maggots tw #murder mention

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dibidibifiction · 4 years

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 3

Warning: foul language

Pairings: Choi Minho x Reader; Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum (side) Word count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

masterlist Chapter 2

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I just received a phone call from Minho to notify me that Taemin has been brought to the hospital. I’m now in a cab on my way there, out of breath from being anxious and in a hurry at the same time.

I just told that kid not to do something stupid!

Minho told me that Taemin’s going to be okay but what I’m worried about now is keeping this a secret. I hate lying to Mr. Lee.

So, that’s his name. Minho, like from the book series, Maze Runner. He didn’t sound hostile at all when I talked to him on the phone. He actually sounded reassuring and respectful.

I arrive at the emergency room and immediately catch the sight of him as he stands up to approach me.

“Hey, thank you so much for being here for him. I’m Y/n. Where is he?”

“Right in there,” Minho leads me to Taemin. Although I find myself staring at his back for a second, eyeing his features briefly, as I’m quite astonished by his obvious handsomeness.

I walk right up to Taemin, almost teary. “What happened to you? I thought I already told you not to do something stupid!”

“It’s not my fault, Noona. My girlfriend’s ex and his friends got back at me for stealing her, which is not really the case at all. She came onto me!”

This kid is so adorable that he never fails to make me laugh. I could never be mad at him. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Thanks to Minho Hyung. He would’ve fought off those guys if they hadn’t run away fast enough. He and his pretty girlfriend helped me and rushed me over here. For free I might add.”

I turn to Minho, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that. I promise we’ll pay you back.”

He chuckles charmingly, “There’s no need for that. Anyway, I have to go. I have to drop my mom off at the airport. Taemin, stay out of trouble.”

We watch him walk away. He does look cuter when he smiles. The chuckle with his deep voice was just a bonus. For some reason, he has this flaming charisma that I find sexy. With his muscular manly figure showing off despite wearing a loose shirt, and his long arms and legs. I wonder how tall he is. And that ass? I mean no disrespect but fuck!

“Was that really his girlfriend that drove you here or was it his mom or his sister?”

“I think she’s too young to be that guy’s mom. Why, do you like him?”

“I didn’t say that!” My voice sounds so high and loud that I seem defensive.

“Oh, please. You’re already smitten,” he continues to annoy me. “Not only is he hot and handsome, but he’s really kind, too. God, I’ll be all over that guy if I was a woman. Or gay.”

I laugh at what Taemin says. Regardless of how ridiculous that sounds, I’m afraid that he might be right.

. . .

Days have gone by after that Taemin incident. It’s finally my day off tomorrow! I have over an hour left before my shift ends.

I will finally get to see Kibum tonight, who I haven’t seen in a long time. We barely hang out anymore ever since he moved out of town with his own family for a bigger place.

He’s been my best friend since junior high school. I had no friends back then because everybody’s too uncomfortable to speak to me after I survived the abduction. He was the new kid in school. One lunchtime, I was having trouble pumping ketchup onto my plate because my limbs were too small and weak. He then helped me out since he’s surprisingly strong for quite a skinny guy at the time. Since then, after we first shared our love for ketchup, that’s how we came to be. We also went to the same college and got the same undergraduate, only he carried on his studies to pursue dermatology and I finally got to be a florist.

Speak of the devil, “Kim Kibum!” I answer my phone.

“I hope you’re carrying some aspirin with you because we are gonna party until roofs blow off!”

“Who are you kidding? You hate clubs,” I get confused at first but immediately realize he’s just being sarcastic.”

“The fuck I do. I just thought I could trick you. But we’re still drinking. I went into clubs so rarely in college but now, I have three-year-old boy twins and a fiancé, who I met in one of those clubs,” he laughs too loudly. Funny for someone who hates noisy and crowded places.

“I know. I was there the whole fucking time! Is Jonghyun Oppa coming, too?” I ask him.

“Uh, no, he went home to his mom with the boys. It’s just a few neighborhoods away from where you are. He might come and join us tomorrow morning.”

“That’s fine. We can just meet up at SM Café.”

“Oh, are still friends with that Jinki guy? I thought we didn't like him anymore.”

“Hey, come on, we only went out for a week. We didn’t even sleep together. Plus, he is a perfect gentleman, although sometimes annoying because of his jokes. But there’s no reason to fall out.”

“Does he still flirt with you?” he asks me teasingly.

“Yes, be right there,” I tell a customer who has just walked in and called out for assistance. “Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you later, honey. Love you. Bye.”

I hang up and instantly turn to the customer by the vases section of the store.

After almost an hour discussing kinds of soil, pots, and vases with a customer, Mr. Lee comes in from the back of the shop, “Mr. Lee, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I live here. My apartment’s right upstairs,” he’s frowning like an old man who screams at children who wouldn’t get off his lawn.

I laugh at this hilarious sarcasm. “I mean aren’t you supposed to go to the dentist this afternoon and get your teeth fixed?”

“I changed my mind. I’m happy the way my teeth are,” he tells me while smiling widely. “By the way, I hired two new florists to cover for you as you arrange flowers your way all day long. I know how swamped you can be handling customers, deliveries, and bouquets all at the same time. Plus, we have more than enough money to pay for extra help thanks to you. So, congratulations, you’re my new head florist!”

“No way, really? Thank you so much, Mr. Lee!” I jump up and down out of glee. I almost hug him.

“No problem. Oh, and you get a pay raise. Now get out of here. I got this,” he insists, patting me on the head.

I go home to take a shower and put on some more attractive clothes and bold, glam makeup because I don’t know where Kibum and I will end up going, just like the old times. Even though we didn’t often go to clubs—well, he didn’t—we still drank together at our dorm, resto-bars, and barbeque places. I always wanted to be ready to live this single drunk life in case some sexy guy wants to get on with me.

This time I take the bus to SM café and by the time I arrive, I catch Kibum’s car just pulling in for parking. I go ahead, walking into the café, and get relieved that it’s less crowded than it was this morning. I take a seat at a table by the window as Jinki approaches me.

“Hey, is your shift almost over?” I ask him.

“Yeah, I get off at-”

“Oh, my God, Kim Kibum!” I scream and suddenly rush over to Kibum and give him a long tight hug. “I missed you so much!”

Last time I saw him, his hair was pastel purple and longer. Now, it’s blonde and shorter, almost to his roots. I swear this man pulls off every single hairstyle and every single outfit. I can never understand how he does it. There’s not a day when he is not gorgeous.

“I missed you too, babe!” We’re screaming like a couple of teenagers who are so ready for spring break.

“You remember Jinki?” I introduce them then they exchange their hellos.

“What can I get you guys?” Jinki asks, as merry as always.

“Iced black coffee for me and…” I look to Kibum.

“Iced low-fat latté and a piece of red velvet cake for me. Thanks!”

“Great! I’ll be right back with your orders. Nice to see you again, Kibum.”

Kibum smiles and waves at Jinki as he walks away, grabbing empty trays from recently left-out tables.

“He got cuter, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Then what are you doing? Get on with it. You’re not getting any younger.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not the kind of guy I get attracted to. You know what I mean? It’s just...” I go on and on trying to explain, listing down reasons but nothing I say seems to make sense.

Kibum stares at me for a second with a wrinkled forehead and slightly parted lips. “I literally didn’t get a single thing from what you just said.”

“Well, there’s this guy I’m hoping to-”

“Here are your drinks and one red velvet cake. Hope you enjoy,” Jinki is back, placing our beverages on the table.

“Thank you so much!” Kibum exclaims.

“I get off at nine,” Jinki turns to me.

“That’s soon. We’ll just wait for you,” I tell him. “We have a lot of catching up to do anyway.

“Alright, as long as you guys don’t mind. We can drink here if you want. I still got several bottles of soju left from when my friends came over last week.”

“Sure, that would be great! It’s less trouble,” Kibum tilts his head toward my direction, referring to me and the many nights I got into trouble in every college bar.”

. . .

I start hearing familiar voices in the background fading in.

“Right, right. So what happened with you and the girl?” I hear Jinki laughing.

“What do you think? I haven’t seen her ever since. I decided to take the twins with me since she didn’t want them. Then Jonghyun and I eventually got back together and worked everything out the way...”

I open my eyes just to realize I passed out. I look around, we’re still at the café. I look at my watch, it’s almost midnight.

Holy shit, have I grown weak? I scold myself. It's only been two hours since we started drinking.

When I was in college, I didn’t stop drinking while the sun was still hiding. I could go all night partying even with people I didn’t know, as long as they didn't sell drugs or dressed up as a cop. What happened to me? Maybe I’m too old for this shit.

“There she is!” Jinki is laughing at me.

Just after a few minutes, I still crave for a fun night so I resume drinking and join the boys. Turns out the night is still young and the fun is just continuing on.

Would you look at that, I’m not too old for this shit after all!

Chapter 4

#ktm cimm #ktm cimm c3

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1001

survey by voicedance16

Name A...

Name yourself: I said this like, seven surveys ago. To make things different, I share my name with a bird and Rihanna’s first name.

Name (one of) your best friend(s): Angela. Sister for life.

Name 3 things in your fridge/freezer: We have a loaf of white bread, a near-empty bottle of Japanese mayonnaise, and a tub of liver.

Name a color you're wearing currently: Pink and orange. I ended up going to the virtual Halloween party at work - went as Dora - and it was a blast. I’m SO glad impersonating our characters didn’t turn out to be mandatory; I just sat there and was happy to be there, lmao.

Name the last thing you ate: A ham sandwich.

Name the last store you went to: Does the vet count? They sell pet food over there, so it’s kind of like a store I guess. I went last weekend because Cooper needed a heartworm test and a couple of shots.

Name the song you're listening to: Nada.

Name the artist of that song: See above.

Name your favorite animal: Dogs! Elephants are a close second.

Name what pets you have, if any: I have two dogs, an aspin and a beagle.

Name the town/state you live in: I won’t give away the city, but I will say Metro Manila is a literal stone’s throw away. I live right at the border.

Name something commonly ordered at Starbucks: Like...in general? I’m not aware of the most common food/drink ordered by other people but if I had to pick a guess, I know frappes are popular among my age group and the age group before us and that java chip is a popular flavor. But if you’re just referring to my usual, I like getting an iced caramel macchiato.

Name the last person you talked to in person: My dad. They gave us a box of Halloween donuts AND cake pops at work today :’) so I just asked my dad if he wanted a donut.

Name the last person you talked to on the phone: Mom. But my last call in general was a Zoom call with the entire company just a few minutes ago for the Halloween party.

Name the current day of the week: Today issss Wednesday.

Name the current month: October.

Name the current time: 6:55 PM.

Name the last movie you watched: I’m Thinking of Ending Things, blech. Need a happier movie to mention.

Name the last book you read: I’ve mentioned it too many times on a lot of recent surveys.

Name a place you've been on vacation: Bali.

Name a place you'd like to go on vacation: I desperately need to go back to Sagada, or at least Tagaytay. I think visitors are already allowed to go to the latter so I’m really eyeing a solo, soul-searching trip soon. As for places I’ve never been to before but would make for interesting vacations, I’d go with Chicago and Marrakesh.

Name 3 things you can see from where you're sitting: I can see an empty mug that used to contain coffee, a box of cake pops, and a purple pen.

Name your favorite musical: Miss Saigon.

Name an animal (any): The first animal that came to mind was dragonfly.

Name a fruit: Avocado, the only bitch in the house that I ever respected.

Name a vegetable: Broccoli, my favorite.

Name a common breakfast food: Where I live, beef tapa.

Name a color: Dandelion.

Name a type of flower: ...Dandelion!

Name a type of tree: Pine. Not that we have any here lol, but it’s the first kind I thought of.

Name a city: Uhh, idk. Let’s go with Seattle.

Name a state: I first thought of Wisconsin because I have a lot of family living there.

Name a country: Let’s go outside of the States and go with Sweden.

Name a continent: Asia.

Name a planet: Mars.

Name a girl's name: Clara. Such a pretty-sounding name.

Name the last person to comment you on Facebook: I haven’t had Facebook in weeks and I genuinely can’t remember from whom I received my last comment before I deactivated.

Name a clothing store/brand: Mango.

Name the last book you got at the library: It’s called History of the Filipino People, written by one of my great-uncles.

Name a restaurant: Max’s, even though their food sucks.

Name a grocery store: SM.

Name an iPhone app: Like, an Apple-exclusive app? I think Keynote is one of them.

Name an actor: Eddie Redmayne! One of my favorites.

Name an actress: Kate Winslet, my biggest crush through and through.

Name a music group: Destiny’s Child.

Name your favorite/lucky number: I don’t have a lucky number, but 4 is my favorite. I don’t have a solid reason for it to be my favorite; it just is.

Name something you've accomplished: Graduating college from my dream school in my (then-)dream degree/course.

Name something you'd like to accomplish: Travel, and travel a lot.

Name someone who makes you laugh: Andi made me smile and chuckle a bit today, so let’s name them.

Name something exciting coming up soon: Nothing too specific, really. But I’m supposed to be receiving my internship cut any day now and it’s gonna be my first salary ever, so that’s pretty exciting :)

Name a song that makes you emotional: 26 by Paramore.

Name one of your pet peeves: People who call without texting or notifying beforehand. Holy fucking shit. A hiring manager did this exact thing to me yesterday and I rejected her call because she did not text first. I honestly have no regrets, and I wouldn’t have been bitter if she stopped pursuing me then.

Name someone you know who is an amazing singer: Hannah, without a doubt.

Name someone who is the same religion as you: JM.

Name a holiday you celebrate: Christmas. I can hardly believe another one is coming up soon.

Name the last 4 digits of your phone number: Uh, no thanks.

Name one of your cousins: Sam.

Name a book you loved when you were younger: I used to really love the Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage and I reread the first book, Magyk, more times than I could ever count.

Name a song you loved when you were younger: Big Girls Don’t Cry - Fergie.

Name your favorite movie: Two for the Road.

Name a popular book series: The Hunger Games, even though I never actually read it.

Name a musical instrument: A song played on a solo saxophone...

Name a language: German.

Name what other tabs you have open: On this window, just Bzoink. I just closed a YouTube tab.

Name 3 things on the walls of the room you're in: Audrey Hepburn wall decors, a painting that I’m trying to cover up with post-its to turn it into something positive, and uhhh my aircon is mounted to the wall if that counts lol

Name your house number: I’m not sharing that.

Name your high school: It’s an all-girls Catholic school in my city. I’ve shared the name before but I don’t feel like doing so tonight.

Name your college, if applicable: My college was in mass communication, but I went to university in UP.

Name your middle school: See high school.

name your elementary school Again, see high school.

Name the college you wish you went to/hope to go to: UP.

Name your favorite teacher: My music teacher throughout high school. I don’t like her subject, but I love her.

Name the color of your backpack: I haven’t had to use a backpack in a while but my main one is pink.

Name a dessert: Creme brulee. I don’t memorize which letters have those accent marks and I don’t feel like looking that up right now.

Name a famous landmark: Because I can clearly read the next question, the Statue of Liberty.

Name a place you might go in NYC: I’d go straight to my uncle’s so that he can show me the good spots. He has a lot of cool friends who run their own bars/restaurants in the city so if anyone knows how to have a good time in NYC without having to go to all the big tourist places, it’s him. GOD I can’t wait to go to New York.

Name an inventor: Hedy Lamarr.

Name an article of clothing: Scarves.

Name an ice cream flavor: Mint chocolate chip, yum.

Name a religion: Buddhism.

Name an emotion: Resentment.

Name a room in your house: My bedroom, because that’s where I’m staying in at the moment.

Name a website: Wikipedia.

Name a car: This is pretty vague. A kind of car? Hatchback. Are you looking for a make? Toyota. Or maybe a specific model? Honda Civic. I gotchu.

Name something you need to do today: SLEEP. I should not be awake at 11 PM.

Name someone you admire: Andi.

Name someone you miss: At the moment, nobody.

Name a part of the body: Elbow.

Name the last youtube video you watched: I bawled my eyes out to a video playing the audio to Ben&Ben’s Kathang Isip because that song makes so much goddamn sense and is relatable now. Can’t I just go back to a simpler time when that song was just fun to listen to and wasn’t actually relevant to my life? I hate music sometimes.

Name a quote you love: I don’t have one.

#survey #surveys #this was a challenge to make entertaining bleh

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urirealvibekiller · 4 years

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˚ ． ♡ this is an idol life ship for @thechoppersan !! sistah nana !! i love you loads and loads okay :(( <3 hope you enjoy this ehehe !!

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˚ ． ♡ your entertainment company

˚ ． ♡ your pre-debut days

you were scouted at the sm town concert in brazil. you were a little bit skeptical and unsure at first because it is such a big decision and although they were offering you a place among their trainees, it wasn’t guaranteed that you would debut so you had your doubts but ultimately, you decided to give it a chance.

of course there were some challenges at first such as the language barrier, rigorous training, and your naturally shy personality. but that didn’t last long; you made friends with fellow trainees and the place practically became your second home.

you’re a fast learner and a hard-worker so you adjusted to everything and everyone was impressed with how fast you learned the language and how diligently you work everyday.

you trained for four years before debuting.

˚ ． ♡ your position(s), role(s), and what you’re known for

you are the lead vocalist, lead dancer, and visual of the group.

you’re also known as the quiet one of the group as well as the fake maknae. however, you’re the fake maknae because of how young you look and initially, fans mistake you as the maknae. your group members don’t ‘baby’ you or anything though. if anything they respect and adore you.

you’re also known for your artistic abilities

you’re playfully dubbed as snsd taeyeon’s sister (i had to, i’m sorry ahahah), which makes sense since you guys are from the same company and look similar.

you actively participate in the songwriting process.

˚ ． ♡ your group

there are four members in the group, including you.

your group was hyped both by the company and by fellow artists even before the actual debut.

your group members (in order of age) includes:

soo-ah (’91-liner) is the oldest and the leader. she’s from seoul, korea and she trained for six years before debuting. she’s the main vocalist and lead rapper. she’s the official mom of the group and is known for her cute nagging. she’s a great leader and can be strict during practice or serious times but is also so loving and kind-hearted.

yume (’95-liner) is the main rapper and the face of the group. she’s japanese and is from osaka, japan. she’s the mood-maker and social butterfly of the group. she trained for five years before debuting. she’s actually one of your first friends when you first joined as a trainee.

ella (‘98 liner) is the main dancer, sub-vocalist, and maknae. she’s korean but she lived in england for five years with her uncle’s family before moving back to seoul after passing the sm global auditions. she trained only for six months before debuting. she can speak english fluently. she’s the savage one of the group - definitely the ‘evil maknae’ but she also has the kindest and softest heart. extremely funny. she’s kind of a tsundere but she genuinely cares about others. she just shows it in her own way.

your group has a very tight relationship and bond which contributes to your team work. you guys are basically sisters. you, soo-ah, and yume actually have been best-friends since your trainee days and they were your first friends. ella did join you guys the latest but you guys welcomed her with open arms and she fit right in and pretty much immediately feels at home with you guys.

˚ ． ♡ your group’s concept

your group has a girly and innocent concept, similar to most songs done by apink (used to be my ult group omg i miss them). your debut song similar to nonono by apink and it quickly became a hit and became one of your most popular songs along with another title track which has a similar tune to mr.chu by apink.

in the recent years, the girl-crush or darker concepts have become more popular so a lot of fans think that your group has a nostalgic feel and gives a taste of a more classic form of kpop with a modern twist which is absolutely loved by fans.

˚ ． ♡ your female best-friend

hyuna || you and hyuna are an interesting duo, especially because you guys have a contrasting public image in a sense that she is known for her sexy image and you’re known for your innocent image. but you guys also have such a beautiful friendship and have more similarities than what is seen on the surface.

you guys met at an award show where you guys met in the bathroom actually. you talked for a while and actually hit it off and ended up exchanging numbers and the friendship quickly blossomed from there.

you guys are extremely supportive of each other and are each other’s biggest fans. she posts a lot of pictures of you guys together on her instagram. you guys even have also do instagram lives together, just talking and being yourselves which the fans love to watch and witness.

˚ ． ♡ your male best-friend

baekhyun || you guys are so similar yet so different and that’s what makes your friendship so precious. you help each other grow and become better versions of each other.

you’re actually really good friends with all of exo through him; you’re especially close with chanyeol, kai, and sehun, you guys are basically a squad at this point.

you have a lot of duet ballads together on sm station.

some fans like to ship you guys but there is nothing but platonic love here.

there are actually some funny rumors about you two.

the funniest is that he’s only close to you because you look like taeyeon and he’s trying to replace her with you. :)) you, your group, baekhyun, exo, all sm artists, lee soo man, and the whole kpop industry finds it funny okay. it is very hilarious.

˚ ． ♡ your boyfriend

taeil || i mean you might be tired of being shipped with him at this point ajhsk YOU GUYS ARE JUST perfect.

you guys have been pretty good friends since your pre-debut days. you become closer after being paired together for a couple cover song which was a special stage for inkigayo.

working together with him and all for the performance, you guys bonded on a deeper level than you guys ever did before. you talked about really deep stuffs like your careers, your thoughts on certain issues in the industry, your plans for the future.

since then you guys have been really close friends.

as you gradually grow feelings for each other, you guys have this skinny love. everyone around you knows you and taeil have a connection that is more than just platonic and even both of you can feel it but you just didn’t really verbalize it. maybe because you have been friends for such a long time it was harder to admit romantic feelings.

when he did finally ask you out, everyone was like not surprised but absolutely elated.

you guys dated privately for a year before you decided to publicly announce the relationship on your first anniversary.

the support from the fans is immense okay. you both quickly become the nation’s sweetheart couple.

˚ ． ♡ miscellaneous

you also professionally pursue art as more than just a hobby.

some of your drawings are featured at some of seoul’s art galleries.

xuimin used to have a crush on you (again i had to oops) but he never said anything because it was around the time you still had the dating ban. but you guys are good friends now.

you guys won the award for best new artist at MAMA.

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thank you for requesting nana !! have a beautiful night sisturrr

#kpop ships #kpop ship requests #ship requests #idol life ships #thechoppersan #sistah #<3 #nana

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jhye-lee · 4 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈

Author: Skylarbeyond

Posted on Asianfanfics

Lee Taeyong x OC

Lee Taeyong who other people see

Lee Taeyong who the fans see

Lee Taeyong who I see.

I wonder who is the real Lee Taeyong?

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There was this boy in her class who looked like he came out from the manhwa she used to read. She heard how her fellow female classmates were talking about the parcular boy. He sat alone in his seat while reading something quietly. Few other boy talking to him and they laughed together before they left him alone again in his seat. "Hwayoung-ah, isn't he cute?" One of her friends asked her. Hwayoung smiled and nodded. "Yes he is." She answered. Her friends were giggling while making a comment about the cutest boy in the class. They were making plan to make a move to the boy. But Hwayoung only looked at him curiously. He just as bright as the sun. And at that time she was very curious of how it would feel to stand behind the sun...

***

“At times like this, I wish I could drink and forget everything.”

The moon shone brightly this night but the person beside her who always as bright as the sun looked dimmer than the moon. He was supposed to be the bright one between the two of them but this night, the role was switched. She pushed a can of her half-drank beer to him. He looked at her questionably. “If you want to drink, just drink.” She said while staring at the huge billboard which could be seen from her balcony. The billboard was playing Super Human by NCT 127. Taeyong took the can and looked at it with an uncharacteristically sad smile. “You’re supposed to give me a reason of why I shouldn’t drink.” He trailed off.

Hwayoung chuckled. “When do I ever tell you to do something not ‘bad’?” Hwayoung wiggled her perfectly drawn eyebrows. Taeyong let out a small laugh. “Yeah yeah. You always be the bad one between us.” Then he sighed. A smirk made its way to his lips. “But I was the bad one in others eyes.” He said with a heartbreaking voice.

Taeyong finally decided to succumb to the dark side as he took a sip of the remaining bitter beer. His face scrunched up as the bitter taste made its way to his throat. Dizziness attacked him almost immediately. “This is disgusting. Why do you like this kind of things?” He asked her while trying to keep sober; as if he could do that. Hwayoung took back the can from Taeyong’s hand and gulped down the remaining beer in one shot. Taeyong looked at her in disgust. “This is tastier than your yogurt milk.” Hwayoung spat back at Taeyong.

Taeyong pouted at her childishly. It looked like the alcohol finally took control of him. “Whhhaattt? You are crazy Youngieee. How can thissss beeeer taste bettah?” He slurred. Hwayoung only looked at him blankly then shook her head. “Only a sip and you are gone.” Taeyong scooted closer and rested his head on her shoulder. “Ahhh, Youngie shoulder is the bessstt.” Taeyong grinned stupidly with closed eyes as he snuggled closer to her. Hwayoung sighed. She pushed back his bang so it didn’t poke his eyes.

“I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

Taeyong whimpered. Seeing him like this always so heartbreaking for her. Hwayoung rested her head on top of his head. Now the billboard was playing a Soju commercial. The sounds of the buzzing city filled the silence in the dim balcony. Hwayoung glanced at her friend. Without all that heavy make-up adorning his face, she could see the tiredness that already seemed to stay permanently on his face. She could see his lips turned into a frown. Even in his sleep, he still looked so terribly sad.

“I don’t know the entire truth about your past but...”

“I just hate seeing you sad Taeyong-ah…”

***

[+142][-15] He was a scammer and a bully. What a trash.

[+152][-16] Please leave him alone. He apologized even when he’s not wrong.

[+132][-42] Look at his fans. Defending him like a fool.

[+122][-15] You don’t know anything either. Just stop bullying him. You are no different than him then.

[+142][-17] I hate him. He can’t even rap or dance properly. All he has is his face and trashy attitude.

[+172][-81] Can you f*cking leave him alone dear netizen?

[+192][-11] Pretty face just go to hell.

[+152][-21] I don’t know how many people can defend him. He’s a bully and a scammer. Open your eyes pleaseee…

[+192][-32] LOL. SM likes him because he s*ck Sooman d*ck every day.

[+122][-11] SM golden boy. Sooman whore.

[+17][-81] Just die.

[+193][-91] Just die.

[+143][-30] Just die.

“Have you read the news?”

Hwayoung locked her phone and put it on her table. She looked at her colleague questioningly. “That Idol Bully, Lee Taeyong. Turns out he is homophobic too.” Her colleague snickered. “Here look at this. His stupid fans even defend him and saying it’s Lee Taeyon not Lee Taeyong. Stupid hormonal teenager.” Hwayoung looked at the phone screen blankly as her colleague pointed all the news she could find.

Again. Another news about him.

“Sure he is handsome. But I guess pretty package doesn’t guarantee the inside.” By now, it was hard for Hwayoung to maintain her expression. “Miss Park, aren’t you too old to talk about idol?” Hwayoung asked politely with a smile. She hoped her smile could conceal her murderous aura. Miss Park looked at her weirdly. “Oh come on, it’s fun. Look at all these comments. His fangirls really are stupid.”

Hwayoung stood up abruptly and startled Miss Park. “Yah! You surprised me.” Miss Park scowled at her. Hwayoung maintained her smile. “Oh I’m sorry. But I need to go home now.” Hwayoung took her bag and jacket and bows politely before leaving her office. She walked a few steps then halted. “Oh by the way Miss Park.” Hwayoung turned around and faced Miss Park once again. The older girl perked up. “Why do you think all the rumor about Lee Taeyong is true?” She asked.

Miss Park seemed to be taken aback by her question. Her eyes looked at anywhere but her. “W-Well, they have a proof. Everyone is talking about it in Pann.” She answered nervously. Hwayoung only smile and nodded. “Why do you ask?” Miss Park asked.

“Nothing.”

With that, she left the room and made her way home.

***

“Hello, what’s your name?”

“Hwayoung. Moon Hwayoung.”

“Youngiee then… What do you want me to write?”

Hwayoung flashed him a bright smile. “Anything. Write whatever you want.” Taeyong chuckled and nodded. “Okay then Youngie.” They didn’t say anything else as Taeyong signed her Super M album. Taeyong in front of the spotlight always looked so vibrant. No matter how sad or tired he was, everything changed as soon as he stood under the spotlight. But he always looked the happiest whenever he was with his band mates and his fans.

“Thank you for coming all the way here and see me. It means a lot for me.” He grinned widely and gave the album back to Hwayoung. She didn’t read his message on the album right away as she was busy looking at him. “I just thought that maybe you need some kind of moral support.” A laugh erupted from his body. When she saw him like this, it made her wonder how people could hate a sweet guy like him and started so many rumors about him. The Taeyong she knew since high school was the sweetest man she’d ever known. Just like any normal teenager, he cursed a few times (Hwayoung used to always insert a curse on her every sentence). He also wasn’t a social butterfly who befriended everyone in the town. It wasn’t a crime but yet, even a smallest flaw of him became a crime in front of other people.

Then her times up. “I’ll see you later.” Taeyong whispered before she left. Hwayoung waved cutely at him and earned another laughed from him. Hwayoung left the venue and took a look at the album in her hand.

Dinner at the hotel? My threat.

Ps: Please bring me some yogurt milk T^T

Hwayoung chuckled at the message he left her. It almost sounded like he was asking her on a secret date. She shook her head and put the album to her bag. Hwayoung took one last look at the venue. Many people, mostly girls, came to see SuperM. She found many of them bringing a fan with Taeyeong face on it or a banner with Taeyong name. It’s a relief to know that he still had many people love him despite all the nasty rumors.

“I’m going to see Taeyong oppa!”

“I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taeyong oppa.”

“Let’s show him how much we love him, okay!”

“We must show our love for him!”

“Let’s cheer up our Taeyong oppa!”

***

“They asked me to apologize.”

“Was all the rumor true?”

“If I say no, will you believe me?”

For the first time ever, Lee Taeyong looked so broken. His eyes were red even though no tears were coming out from his beautiful eyes. There’s a hope in his sad eyes, a hope that she would say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes. I’ll believe you.”

Taeyong’s eyes light up and his downturned lips curve into a smile. “Thank you.” He choked out, his voice hoarse. It felt as if something pierced her heart. It was hurting her so much to see how tormented he was. “C’mere. Your friend Youngie will hug your sadness away.” Taeyong chuckled. Hwayoung pulled him into a hug and he buried his face on the crook of her neck. “I swear, I never do anything like that. How can people be that cruel to me?” He sobbed quietly. Hwayoung gently patted his back as she listened to him quietly.

He was supposed to debut as confident and strong leader of NCT. But how came he became like this? Accused of something he didn’t do and forced to apologize. All his sunshine was gone. His world crumbled down. And yet, he needed to act as if nothing happened to him. Even if he apologized, people would call him shameless and mocked him.

“Don’t think about it too much. They don’t deserve the stress. It’s only a bunch of unimportant person.”

Hwayoung tightened her hug.

“There are still so many people who love you; your parents, your sister, the members, you fans of course. And don’t forget that this bitch loves you too tyong-ah.” This time, Taeyong finally laughed and stopped sobbing.

“Aww… I love you too Youngiee, my only friend.”

***

“I thought you gonna buy me something expensive.” Hwayoung frowned when Taeyong served one bucket of Mc Donald’s chicken and two bottles of Pepsi Blue. Taeyong grinned innocently as he plopped himself on the chair across her. “Nah, it’s been quite long since the last time we eat chicken and pepsi.” Taeyong opened his bottle of pepsi and sipped it. Hwayoung only stared at him blankly. “It should be chicken and beer you dummy.” She deadpanned. She was disappointed. Well, she shouldn’t hope for a expensive dinner at the first place. Dummy Hwayoung.

“Let’s eat.” Taeyong beamed happily as he took one drumstick from the bucket and ate it happily. Hwayoung sighed in defeat and followed Taeyong. Actually, she was kind of worry about him. But thanks God he looked fine.

Taeyong noticed Hwayoung was staring him with that ‘momma-is-worry’ look. “Hey, stop worrying like that. I’m fine really. Now that I thinking of it, it just looks like a stupid joke.” He shook his head and continued eating his chicken. Hwayoung pressed her lips to thin line. “Yep, a very stupid joke.” Hwayoung agreed.

“I really don’t need to worry about you anymore, do I? You have a whole battalion of fangirls ready to take down the enemy.” She joked. Taeyong bursted out in laughing. “And you are the commander.” He said between his laugh. “Then I’ll terminate every single person who makes our Taeyoungie sad.” She added.

“It’s a lie if I said that I’m perfectly fine.” Taeyong said as he wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. Then a sigh escaped his lips. “I just still don’t get it why they try so hard to find bad things about me.” He smiles sadly. “Do they hate me that much?” he asked. “And when I read the news yesterday, I just laughed. And I end up questioning what will the next news be?” Taeyong looked at Hwayoung with a surrender smile. “It’s getting old but still hurt the same.”

Hwayoung stretched out her oily right hand. “Hand.” She commanded. Taeyong looked at her oily hand in disgust although his hand was oily too. He still reached her hand and wrapped his bigger one around her smaller one.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t give a f*ck about the rumor.”

They said the vow together. It was a vow she made for him while did a Harry Potter marathon after Taeyong cried a river because of the rumor. So every time he felt sad because of the rumor, Hwayoung would force him to say the vow.

“Thank God I have you as my personal moral support.” Hwayoung smiled brightly as Taeyong laughed happily once again. “You’re welcome TY.”

She was just like the other people. She had no right to judge Taeyong no matter how close they were. The Taeyong in front of her was different from the Taeyong his fans saw. The Taeyong she knew was different from the Taeyong people saw. The Taeyong who people called as a bully and scammer was the Taeyong who she always saw as the thoughtful and sweet guy.

Hwayoung didn’t know for sure which Taeyong was the real Taeyong. But she knew one thing that even if he turned out to be just like how people said, she would still stand firmly by his side and be his personal moral support. Because, before he was the famous idol Taeyong, he was her friend Taeyong.

And that would never change.

Which Taeyong did you see?

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