#my babies.. didn't have much time for oc art this year so i tried to squeeze in one oc drawing before the year ends!
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don’t want to stay in the middle (my ocs alba and stella)
#my babies.. didn't have much time for oc art this year so i tried to squeeze in one oc drawing before the year ends!#does anyone remember my ocs haha🥺#oc#alba#stella#wlw#sapphic#wlw art#sapphic art
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Too Late To Dream ༓ jjk (m) I Ch. VIII (final)
✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.
Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader
AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 8,618
Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), first kiss, painting date, taehyung makes oc a busi proposal, jk goes back to teaching at uni, cute note, therapy with therapist!hoseok, talk of absent parents, insecurities, fear of fatherhood, jk working through personal struggles and gets clarity, jk being good hubby to oc, sexual content
sexually explicit warnings: switch!jungkook, switch!reader, f*ngering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (be safe everyone!), cussing d*rty talk, penetration, b**b sucking, biting, multiple org*sms, m*ssionary;legs on shoulder, body worshipping, praise kink, impreg kink, slight lactation kink, making out in the kitchen, suggestive morning shower s*x, Kook just wanna please oc really 🥺
Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+
A/N: This is now the most I have ever written....ngl the therapy section will be DENSE( but i tried not to make it TOO long) 😪 anyway, we have come to the end folks 😭 thank you to all of you who have stayed with me through this whole series. It's close to my heart and always will be. I'm happy to be able to share this with you all 💞
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Kissing you is his favorite pastime. On the lips, on your cheeks, neck–everywhere and anywhere you'll let him. He loves how squeamish it makes you. Out of all the times Jungkook's kissed you, his favorite will always be the first time in that tiny art studio of yours at your old apartment.
You didn't have much living space but you made do with what you had. And what you had was one extra room near the laundry machines.
He'll always remember how gentle your lips were against his that night. Warm as well, yet reserved. You made his whole body come to life in the most unexplainable ways.
4 years ago–
Jungkook slouches on the stool with a pout on his face and a paintbrush spinning between his fingers. This is the third time he's called you over in the last ten minutes. You've told him repeatedly that painting takes patience but it doesn't seem to make him feel any better about his artwork.
"Can you come look at this __? I don't think this is coming out the way it's supposed to be."
"Here," you set your drawing pencils on your own art desk and circle around to him, "let me see."
Jungkook scootches his stool to the side, allowing you to peer over his shoulder.
"To start, you’re using too much water if your paper is peeling and curling this much. I'd give it a few minutes before doing anything more on it. Secondly, you have water bubbles."
You reach for the blue painting sponge next to him and hold it up as if showcasing it off.
"This is going to be your best friend. It absorbs liquid so if you gently dab areas with excess water, it'll take all that water away." You demonstrate for him then hand the sponge to him. "Give it a try."
"Okay…" He takes it from you and mirrors your movements. "Isn't this called watercolor painting though? How can I be using too much water?"
You shrug. "Because it's like anything. You need to find the right balance between the paint and water or else it'll make your strokes messy. Control the need to soak your brush."
"But I like soaking my brush," he says, tongue in cheek.
"I'm going to ignore that you said that."
"You said it first."
"Not like you meant it, I didn't."
Jungkook smiles and continues dabbing his painting.
"You're pressing a little too hard Kook. The paint's smudging," you warn as he attempts to clean up the extra water spillage.
"Hm?" He doesn't seem to understand what you mean.
"It's like this," you say, carefully closing a hand over his knuckles. Jungkook's hand goes limp in yours as you guide his movements across the water bubbles. "See, the water's gone now."
When you gaze down at him, he's not paying attention to the artwork at all but to you instead.
"Someone I'm hoping to call my girlfriend soon," he mumbles back and you release your hold from his hand.
"Jungkook?" He feels you tense under his stare, eyes restlessly shifting back and forth. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, well, um—" your mind races with what to respond. Up until now, you’ve been seeing each other for a month but no labels have been placed on your relationship yet.
"I'd really like to know what it'd be like to kiss you too.” He sets the sponge on the table and slowly leans forward to rise from his seat.
Naturally, you step backward but forget about the second art table set up directly behind you. Your hands grip the edges at the sudden contact on your backside.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I don't mean to make you feel pressured." His fingers reach out to lightly rest on your trembling hands. “I’ve just been having the best time getting to know you this past month and I’d like it if we could keep going out…as a couple.”
“I’d like that too.” You swallow thickly. “I think you caught me off guard but yeah, let’s make this official. And also, if you want, we can—kiss."
"Are you sure?" He needs to know he heard right, careful not to jump the gun. “Really sure?”
"Yes. Please kiss me.”
With your consent, Jungkook grips your hands tighter and closes his mouth over your lips. They're sweet and taste a bit like peppermint from the candy you ate earlier. He moves slowly at first, tongue swiping across the seam of your lips every now and then until you let him in.
"Jung–" you breathe a small moan yet it's only when you break apart that you're able to finish saying his name. “–Kook.”
"I liked that," he says, a smile on his face. "Any chance we can do it again?"
You nod and lean forward to kiss him again. This time firmer, holding back nothing.
Present–
"Honey, you should go back to bed for a bit. Get some more sleep." You watch your husband button up his navy blue dress shirt in the mirror. Today's the day he has to return to the university for the new academic year and he needs to be out the door within the next ten minutes.
"I have to get used to you leaving before me," you yawn. "I'll miss you."
Jungkook runs his fingers through his damp hair, fluffing it up some before striding over to your lounged position on the bed.
"Me too. I'm going to be thinking of you all day." He bends down to peck your lips. When he does, you take in the scent of his aftershave–Old Spice. "I'll see you when we get home, okay?"
You nod. "You home at 4 tonight?"
"Plus traffic so 4:30 at the latest.”
"Okay, I should get home at 5:15. Mondays are a bit hectic so it might be later. I'll text you."
He gives you another kiss, longer than the last, and you moan lazily.
"Sounds good," he stands up straight and snatches his phone from the nightstand. "I need to head out now but I'll see you later. Love you!"
Jungkook opens your bedroom door and you shut your eyes to get more sleep before having to start the daily grind yourself.
With about thirty minutes to spare Jungkook rushes to his office with his leather satchel. He doesn't remember the room being as bare as it is when he tosses the door open–only his desk, PhD, and some books left on the shelf. He hasn't been here since the end of June so granted, I'd be pretty dead in the room.
But there's not even one photo of you.
That's going to be the first thing to change, he mentally
notes. Right now, however, he needs to prep for his lecture that’s in—he checks his watch—shit.
Twenty-eight minutes.
Jungkook shoves his satchel on the bulky mahogany desk and swivels into his office chair. "Damn," he curses and re-adjusts in his seat. "Since when was my chair this uncomfortable to sit in?'
He shakes it off and pulls out his notes. A tiny blue sticky note falls out as he sorts the mix.
'Deep breaths today Dr. Jeon ;)! It's your first day again and I know you're always so hard on yourself :( But your new students will love you I'm sure. So keep yourself in good spirits and remember I'm only a phone call away. I love you and I can't wait to hear about your day when you get home tonight! <3'
He reads the message again, then again, and one last time for good measure.
Jungkook sticks the note on the surface of his desk, next to his computer where he can view it easily. He then goes back to reviewing his notes for his lecture, feeling a giggle creep up his throat; he really fricken' loves you.
Well, his first class of the day was a complete disaster. The first twenty minutes consisted of him having to troubleshoot technical errors between his laptop and the projector. His students weren’t chipper either, preferring silence when he tried striking up a conversation. And the worst part? They didn’t laugh at his jokes! Like at all. Usually, he’d at least get one or two chuckles, even if they were merely out of politeness.
It was when he ended the class half an hour early that he earned a few brownie points. Thankfully he’s not a lecture on the first day kind of professor. Still, with any luck, the semester will get better and the remainder of his sections today will be smoother.
"Dr. Jeon," a low voice rumbles down the hallway as Jungkook returns to his office. He whips his head to his left to see Taehyung taking long strides towards him.
"Dr. Kim," Jungkook responds to the greeting. "What are you doing in the School of Business?"
"Just wanted to stop and say hi. I got a studio art class to teach soon but thought I'd check in with my favorite economist first.” Taehyung stuffs his hands in the pockets of his silk trousers and follows Jungkook into his office.
"My wife isn't here Tae," Jungkook teases.
“Isn’t it about time you drop that? Yes, we had a thing back in—"
"It wasn't a thing okay?" Jungkook is eager to correct. Being reminded that his wife and best friend used to hit it off a little too well back in the day makes him queasy. "It was you who kept being obsessed with her. Well, she's mine now. Understand?"
Taehyung laughs. "You need to chill Jungkook. I see the wedding ring loud and clear. Besides, I didn't come here for her alright?" He pauses and wets his lips. "Well actually…there is something I'd like to bring up to you that may involve her."
"Oh, what?" Jungkook's ears are on high alert. What could Taehyung possibly need from you?
"How often is __ painting these days?" Taehyung takes a seat in one of the spare chairs in the room.
"She doesn't have as much time these days due to work, but I know she's got a couple of art projects in the process."
"She's got a pretty big collection though, doesn’t she? Has she ever considered showcasing them off at galleries or selling to collectors?”
“Yeah, I’d say she has roughly eighty finished pieces between drawings and paintings. But she's tried the gallery route before and they've all rejected her work from being showcased. I don't think she wants to pursue it anymore. And as far as selling? Don't think so."
"Hmm." Taehyung taps his fingers on the armrest. "What if it were to be my art gallery? Over the summer I managed to form a minor partnership with that local gallery downtown. Remember, the one I displayed work at years ago when __ was in postgrad? Took a visit down there weeks ago and found out the owner is running low on funds. He's had my art displayed for a while now and I've always wanted to own a gallery. I've no shortage of assets either so I'm taking the plunge to keep it open.”
Jungkook quirks his head to the side with an open mouth and eyes wide as saucers. “You're really part owner of that gallery now? Wow, Tae. I always knew you were a free spirit but damn that's an investment."
"I guess, but hey now that you know. We're looking to expand our collection so how would your cute wife like to show her work? __ is a phenomenal artist and it’s a shame she hasn’t had the opportunity to have it publicly admired. I’d see that her work be approved immediately, of course."
“You're joking,” Jungkook sputters in disbelief. He can't speak for you but he's pretty darn sure you’re going to be absolutely tickled about this.
"I'm being completely serious. Talk to __ about it and see what she thinks." Taehyung checks the time on his phone and stands up from his chair. "Hate to cut this short but I got that class in ten. Let me know what she decides though."
"Yeah, I'll ask her. I—thank you Taehyung. I'm not sure what else to say."
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m happy to do this for her. For you both actually.” Taehyung leaves with a tight-lipped smile, a pep in his step.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Hobi: Hey, sorry for the late reply. Had a couple of last-minute patients to see. I’m happy to hear from you though! If you want to come in for a session I have a slot free late Thursday evening. Other than that we may need to do it next week since I have a pretty full schedule this week.
Oh, that’s right. Jungkook reads over the text. He messaged Hoseok about possibly coming in for a therapy session last night. After telling you about both his apprehension and interest in starting a family, he thinks it is best to get some professional input. And what better person to ask than one of his long-time friends?
JK: I’d really like to meet before I get loaded with papers and tests to grade, if possible. How late on Thursday? I get out of work at 4.
Hobi: I understand. Can you come right after work? Sessions last around forty minutes to an hour.
JK: Sure, I don’t think I have anything to do after that. __ will still be at work. She knows I’m seeing you too, so it’s fine. I’ll see you at 4:15-ish. Your practice isn’t far from here last I remember.
Hobi: Yup, short drive. I’ll put you on the calendar for Thursday afternoon. I’m glad you reached out, Jungkook. I’ve been thinking about you and __ lately. Heard you babysat Yoongi’s twins.
JK: We did.
Hobi: And how was that?
JK: Not bad. I’ll tell you tomorrow though. I’m prepping for another class right now.
Hobi: Got it, I’ll let you go. I’ll see you on Thursday.
JK: Thanks, man!
Jungkook sends a thumbs-up emoji and sets the phone flat on his desk. Well, he sighs, looks like you got yourself an appointment with a shrink.
He doesn’t know what to expect. But what he does know is that he needs to go in with an open mindset. Previous conversations with Hoseok have led him to conclude that it matters what you put into it.
“Therapy isn’t an answer to all your problems,” he recalls Hoseok explain years ago. “Its purpose is to create a space for you to process struggles in your life; triggers even. The goal is for you to better understand the root of those triggers and to find new tools that help you navigate through them. Whenever you are posed with said challenge, you can be better equipped to confront them so you can come out stronger on the other side.”
Jungkook takes a swig of water from his water bottle. He thinks of you as he does–he’s doing this for both of you in hopes that something beautiful might come from it.
At 3:15 Jungkook has his last class. His afternoon students ended up being far more engaging than his morning students. They talked to him casually, asked good questions, and gosh darn it they laughed at his jokes too. They were a great bunch of kids, Jungkook hums. He’s looking forward to walking alongside them this semester.
Before calling it a day and leaving the university, Jungkook decides a brief stroll around campus would be nice. One, it gets fresh air in his lungs and two, he’d really like to stretch his legs before sitting back down in his car.
As he walks through the middle of campus, he smiles at the groups of students rushing with their book bags. It’s a good mix between undergrads and grads. Seeing all of them rush around takes him back to his days of late-night studying at the library and partying with friends on the weekends. He tried not to party too rough but well, he might have been a little too eager to finally be on his own the first year.
He dated around a little too. The chicks at his undergrad were cute and he went out with a few of them. His longest relationship lasted a year but she broke it off with him the last year–she married an architect a year and a half later. No matter though, Sana was a sweet girl and nothing drastic ever happened between them. Hearing that she was getting married made him more happy than sad because she deserved to be with someone great. Plus, if he stayed with her, he would never have met you.
Jungkook stops in his tracks when he spots two students from his 12:15 class standing behind a small outdoor table. They appear to be selling something he can’t quite make out due to the distance.
“Dr. Jeon!” The girl waves when she catches her professor looking in their direction.
Jungkook walks up to the table with a smile. “Mi-suk, Doyun,” he greets each individually. It’s at this point that he’s able to see a dozen frames of sea glass art spread across the table. “Did you guys make these?”
The pair nod in unison. “We went to the beach this summer and found a lot of glass so we decided to do something with it.” Doyun, Mi-suk’s boyfriend, holds up one of the framed pieces that are decorated with green and blue sea glass. “This one is about lovebirds. See the heart that connects them?”
The birds that he refers to are easily seen from the sea glass’s sharp edges and carefully selected clustering. The heart is also made out of sea glass and lays between both birds. It’s a simplistic yet meaningful design.
“We wanted the heart to be interpreted in all kinds of ways from love to new beginnings like–“
“A child.” Jungkook takes the words out of Mi-suk, in a low whisper. “How much?” He digs out his wallet from his back pocket.
“33000 won. ($25 USD).” Doyun responds. “Do you have a child on the way?” Mi-suk jabs her boyfriend in the side at this.
“You don’t have to tell us Dr. Jeon. We don’t want to be nosy.” She laughs it out but Jungkook shakes his head at her.
“It’s no big deal. I’m married but we don’t have a kid at the moment. My wife loves art and she loves sea glass so, I’d like to hang one of these in our home.” He hands over the cash and takes the artwork from Doyun.
“Thank you, Dr. Jeon,” Doyun remains polite and puts the money in the cash box.
“Do you have a picture of her?” Mi-suk asks to which her boyfriend says “Now who’s being nosy?”, earning him another jab to his side.
Jungkook pulls out a small, lightly crinkled photo of you from his wallet. “This is her.” He shows it to them with a proud expression–he enjoys showing you off every chance he gets.
“She’s so beautiful Dr. Jeon! You both look so good together wow.”
“She makes us look good together.” Jungkook chuckles and slides the photo back into his wallet.
“Aww, why don’t you ever say things like that?” Mi-suk turns to her boyfriend who only shrugs.
“Why do I have to be the one to say it? Why can’t you say it?” Doyun moves to fold his arms but Jungkook gives a grimace, hinting him not to follow through. “Sorry babe, I’ll do it more often.”
Young love, Jungkook thinks. “I have to get going now, making dinner before she gets home. But thanks for the sea glass art. I’ll see you both in class on Wednesday.” He waves goodbye and heads for his car.
“He makes dinner for her too…” Mi-suk watches as her professor leaves. “You’ve never made dinner for me.” She shifts her eyes to her boyfriend who’s too busy counting the money they’ve earned so far to see her distraught face.
“Where did you get that?” You point at the new art piece hanging from the wall with your chopsticks. “It’s lovely. Are those birds?”
“Yeah, they’re love birds. A couple of my students were selling seaglass art in the middle of campus. I thought one would look nice on our wall and you like this type of art right?” Your husband takes a bite of the roasted chicken he’s made.
“I do,” you say. “Thank you for bringing one home. How was your first day back at the university?”
“Fine, my morning class is struggling but I’m hoping the energy will pick up as the semester progresses. The afternoon class is good, they seem like a fun bunch. Looking forward to the year. What about you? How was work?”
“Oh, nothing much to tell. I had a meeting with one of our business partners. Went over a series of analytical reports with him, and made suggestions on what they could do to make better-informed business decisions.”
“Yeah? Did they sound like they’d take them?” You giggle when some of the sauce from the chicken smears the corner of his mouth. “What?” he looks at you for an answer.
“Wipe your mouth. There’s sauce all over it.” You hand him a napkin and he cleans himself off. “But back to your question, they seemed receptive to my advice. We’ll see what happens in the next three months though, time will tell if they listened or not.”
“Well,” he swallows down his bite before continuing. “If they have any sense they’ll follow your suggestions. Still, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.”
You nod in agreement. “So, did anything else happen for you today? I really don’t have much else to share other than that. It was a fairly normal day.”
Jungkook sets his chopsticks on his plate and takes a drink of his beer. “There’s a few things I need to talk to you about. Oh, also,” he interrupts his own line of thought, “the note you left me was sweet. I have it on my desk by my computer.”
“I thought maybe you could use some encouragement on your first day so you’re welcome. What do you need to talk to me about?”
“First on the agenda is Taehyung. He stopped by my office and told me that he’s got a partnership with that gallery downtown. The one he displayed his work at years ago when you were in postgrad. Turns out the owner needs financial support so he’s decided to help them out as a part-owner.”
Jungkook sees that you’re just as surprised as he was when he first heard the news. “So he owns that gallery now? That man gets around well. You know that’s something about Taehyung, he’s a good networker. Never have to worry about if he knows someone or not.”
“It’s one of his strengths for sure. Taehyung’s asked me to ask you if you’d be interested in showcasing some of your artwork. He says they’re looking for more artists for their gallery and that he’d like to have your work displayed. What do you think?”
“I–what?” Getting to showcase your art has been one of your biggest dreams since a teenager. But after countless failed attempts to take your art beyond the studio, you’ve nearly given up hope that any galley would accept your pieces. “Are you shitting me Jungkook?”
“I know it’s shocking. Taehyung literally just dropped the bomb on me today and this is 100% real. If you want to get your art out there, Taehyung can pull the right strings to make that happen. Now that I think of it, he didn’t tell me when to get back to him. Probably will need to text him whenever you make your decision I guess.”
“I think I’d love to be able to do that. I don’t even know which ones to show though, I have so many to choose from.”
“I’m sure if you take a week to think it over you’ll be able to narrow down your options. And besides, this doesn’t have tp be the only set of paintings you show off. You can always switch them out from time to time. Taehyung will see that it happens.”
“Damn,” you say. “Kim Taehyung really has the whole world in the palm of his hand huh?” That man has more power in his little toe than all the world’s leaders combined.
“Taehyung is…one of a kind.” Jungkook leans his body forward, arms crossed on the dining table. “There’s a second topic I’d like to talk about too if it’s alright?”
“Shoot.”
“I have a therapy session with Hoseok on Thursday after work. I should be able to get back before 5 p.m. but we might want to order out for dinner that night.” There’s a trace of nervousness as he tells you so you reach out to sneak a hand into one of his.
“That’s fine, I can pick something up on my way home from work. I’m glad he was able to get you in this week.”
Jungkook flickers his eyes down at your hand in his, then back up to your face.“It probably goes without saying but I’m not sure what’ll come from this session. And even if it does go well, I can’t promise that we can start a baby right away. I mean maybe we can, I’m not saying we can’t but–”
“It’s okay Kookie,” you say gently. “This isn’t only about us having a baby or not you know? You’ve had a lot of challenges with your parents that I think Hoseok can help you talk through. I want you to be able to have clarity in those areas of your life too.”
“Thank you __. I love you so much.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.
“I’m glad you wiped your mouth off before you did that,” you tease, playfully. Jungkook immediately lets go of your hand and gets up to walk to your side of the table.
“Come here smart ass,” he orders, grabbing your face to pepper several kisses on your cheeks.
Draining.
That’s the one word that comes to Jungkook’s mind if he were to sum up the rest of the week. He enjoys teaching at the university but four days in he’s already feeling the stress kinks in his neck.
“Mm.” Jungkook rolls his shoulders back to stretch the tense muscles–it’s a good thing he’s seeing Hoseok today. After getting a good stretch out, he puts his car key in the ignition and heads for the practice downtown.
"Come in, come in," Hoseok greets Jungkook with a beaming smile once he arrives at his office no short of ten minutes later. His room is on the smaller side but it has a harmonious energy with the way the sun peaks through the blinds. "How's your week been?"
Jungkook takes a seat in the large, cozy chair angled across Hoseok. He leans against the back lazily and lets out a long sigh. "It's alright, tiring, but it's to be expected. You?"
"Roughly the same.” Hoseok shuts the door and takes a seat in the chair diagonal to Jungkook. “I’ve had more patients this week than usual which has made me short on time lately. But I'm happy to make time for them."
"Thank you for seeing me this week. I was surprised when you said you could given how full your schedule gets.”
Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “Oh, of course, it’s no problem,” he reassures. “I had an opening so that’s why I offered. You and __ are also good friends of mind; I’m more than willing to meet with you today Jungkook. So…why don’t we get started? How was taking care of Yoongi’s rambunctious twins? You’ve taken care of them before right?”
At this, Jungkook sits straight up in his seat, his shoulders back and eyes directly trained on Hoseok. He appears stiff like the tin man from The Wizard of Oz. “Feel free to sit back,” Hoseok lightly suggests. “This isn’t a test or anything so you can relax and get comfortable if you’d like.”
“Okay.” Jungkook follows his friend’s suggestion and sinks into the back of the chair. His hands relax on his spread-out thighs. “So yeah, we’ve taken care of Yoongi’s girl before. Ari and Eun-ji have no shortage of attitude that’s for sure.” He chuckles, then continues. “They’re sweet though. I had this warm, positive energy throughout that whole night. Usually, I never have a strong feeling towards being around kids. It’s always been ‘ah they’re cute but not for me’ or ‘yes hyung, I’ll be fine to take them for a day’ but it wouldn’t go any further. I told __ about it and I think she’s holding onto hope that it means I’m changing my mind about kids.”
“And are you changing your mind? Sometimes those strong emotions will come at specific moments and they can give a false narrative. You and __ have been thinking about a baby recently which may influence these new feelings. But we have to be careful that they don’t blur what you actually want.” Hoseok pauses a second to let Jungkook maul over his words.
“It’s like this,” he continues. “You want to have a baby with her because you love her but last time we met, you said you weren’t sure if you could want it naturally for yourself. Now that you know what the other wants, and you’ve had a picture of what having kids may look like with the twins, you are more welcoming of the idea of starting a family. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad’, your mind will tell you–‘Maybe this can really happen and I’ll be okay with it’. Meanwhile, your subconscious will say the complete opposite–that you’re pressuring yourself to feel a certain way to get that ideal outcome of giving your wife a baby. Which in turn, makes her happy and gives you security in your marriage and in yourself. I’m not saying this is exactly what’s going on but it’s a possibility to consider. Does this make sense?”
“I get what you’re saying.” Jungkook gives a brief nod. “I’m trying to be careful not to go by my feelings alone or say yes to a child out of pure tolerance of it or a willingness to please my wife. I’ve had some minor hiccups with saying we can have a baby at random times to __ . It’s caused her confusion so I’m more careful to not do stuff like that so casually. But I really am thinking about potentially starting a family so I think my mind really is changing. It’s like I’m 60% there but 40% not there.”
“60% there and 40% not there,” Hoseok repeats. “Could you break those down for me? How did you come to those percentages?”
“Well, I’m 60% because after giving it a lot of thought, I don’t dislike kids so I’m open to having them, any children I’ve been around recently have oddly uplifted my spirits, and I love my wife so if there’s anyone I could have a family with, it’d be with her. I’m 40% not there because I’m afraid I’ll revert back to my previous mindset if said child were to come. I don’t know if I can trust myself.”
“There seems to be a small pattern forming–you being uplifted around children,” Hoseok replies. “Patterns of behavior can be a measurement of progress or lack thereof. If you’ve been repeatedly uplifted around kids that’s something to think about as you sort through the matter of starting a family with __. You can trust yourself more in the conclusions you come to when there is repeated behavior and action to support them. Now as far as you being afraid you’ll revert back to your old self, why did that old Jungkook not want children? Was it a lack of interest in itself or were there external influences?”
“Uh, I guess I wanted to live a life focused on my career. My parents have done the same, but I wanted to do it separately from them. Growing up was always about meeting goals, whether they were academically or socially based. My parents were pretty absent from my life outside those frames. I couldn’t know them up close, like a healthy parent-child relationship. So when I grew up the thought of having children disinterested me. I’m happy for people who have kids but I didn’t see myself in a parenting role myself. I wasn’t fit for it either, so why have a child that I can’t properly take care of? I’d do better focusing on my career and maybe having a partner when the time came. That was my mindset.”
“It starts as disinterest and shifts to inadequacy,” Hoseok thinks a moment as he processes the explanation. The wheels turn in his head as he sorts through the information disclosed to him. “Jungkook,” he slowly starts. “Do you see yourself as naturally insecure? It seems like this different life you are describing works well for you and you’re comfortable with it, partly due to how you were raised. So the thought of something new coming into your life, like a baby, risks flipping your life upside down. You’re in turn, left vulnerable and scrabbling for what the proper course of action is. This leads to my next question–do you have a fear of becoming like your parents?”
“I suppose I do, but I never put that much weight into it before because I always thought I’d do better than them. And for the most part, I have. When it comes to raising a child though, the potential of following their lead still frightens me.”
“Given the environment you grew up in, that's completely understandable. Unfortunately, your parents didn’t raise you as a child but more of an employee or predecessor that only adds to their self-value. If it’s any encouragement, you being aware that they raised you poorly and successfully becoming a person that doesn’t embody their harmful traits means you will likely not end up like them. So you can be at ease, Jungkook. You’ll raise your children with a healthy mindset–separate from your parents.”
“Just to clarify, hyun–Dr. Jung, you’re saying that I've been against having a child because I’m worried I’ll lose my comfortable lifestyle; my security in other words. And because I’m scared to become my parents which shouldn’t be a fear because I know what they did was wrong?” Jungkook struggles to wrap his mind around the logic.
“It’s alright that you still have that apprehension Jungkook, the fear of following in your parent’s footsteps. I’m suggesting that it won’t happen because you’ve become a person who actively repulses those poor choices that they’ve made. So if you were to have a child, the chances of them being raised as you were is significantly low. Also, you wouldn’t be raising the child alone. __ will be there with you every step of the way and all of us who have been your friends for ages will be more than willing to help you too. Yoongi and Seokjin been fathers for years so they’ll be the first ones to offer a proper hand.”
“So wait, does this mean I’m ready to be a parent then? Because I see your point and it’s starting to make sense. I think I am leaning towards being one but I'm unsure if I can have a child right away. __ won’t say it but I think she’ll want to get pregnant fairly soon if I agree to having a baby. I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“It’s still up to you to decide if you’re ready or not, Jungkook.” Hosoek clears his throat, leaning forward in his chair. “Here’s what I’m saying. Your aversion to having kids doesn’t seem like a mere disinterest in kids. It’s more of an insecurity in yourself that you can work through with some help. Plus, part of you wants a child because you’ve had positive experiences with them recently. I believe, with all the factors we've discussed, you will be able to better understand the source of your hesitation and openness toward starting a family. This will help you make a clearer decision on the matter instead of holding yourself back from one based on previous misconceptions–”
“So that’s it then,” Jungkook interrupts as if enlightened. “I actually do want a baby, generally speaking. I’ve just been looking at the whole issue the wrong way, holding myself back and such.”
“Uh okay, slow down there,” Hoseok eases. “You don’t have to make the decision to have a baby right away. I’m glad you’re beginning to understand your situation more but for now, let’s talk more about this subject okay?”
Jungkook nods in agreement and continues his session with Hoseok for another half hour. He feels good by the end, so good that he schedules another meeting with him next week.
And yeah, he thinks he really does want that baby. When he gets home he’s going to wrap you in his arms and tell you all about it.
Jungkook finds you on the living room couch when he gets home. Your legs are tucked underneath you as you scroll on your phone. You're out of your work clothes and have a plain t-shirt and shorts on instead.
"Hey," you greet your husband. "How was it?"
Your husband rushes to sit beside you, the cushion bouncing due to his eagerness. He proceeds to tell you everything that Hoseok said, from his inner struggles with his parents to his own insecurities with fatherhood. By the end of his spiel, you're delighted that your husband's gotten helpful insight but are in utter shock as well.
"I–wow I'm blown away at how good seeing Hosoek was for you. I knew he'd help you a ton being who he is but I wasn't expecting you to be this enthusiastic to talk about babies." You let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, nothing's funny. I need a minute to process everything, that's all."
You head to the kitchen for a glass of water. Jungkook follows behind you.
"You know...we met at a time that a child wasn't really in the cards, but now we're at a place that I think it could work," he says. "Hoseok helped me understand my hesitation and openness towards starting a family. And by the end, the thought of having a baby excited me more than scared me because we'll be doing it together."
"Are you–Junkook, are you really serious about all this?" You lean against the kitchen counter with a glass in your hand. "This a big step for us and I don't want you to have to make a quick decision. I know it was me who brought up having a family first, so it's no problem if we need to take more time to–"
"I want to do this with you __." Jungkook walks over to you and takes the cup from your hand to set it on the countertop. He then folds his hands over yours. "Nothing would make me happier than having a baby together. You still want to, don't you?"
"I do," you swallow hard and stare into his loving eyes. A small smile creeps on your face when the reality of the situation hits you–you're actually going through with this; you're going to start a family.
"So..." Jungkook drawls, inching his body closer to you.
"So, what?"
"So don't take your birth control tomorrow if you don't want to." He drops your hands at that in favor of cupping your cheeks instead, bringing you into a passionate kiss. You moan when the kiss deepens and you feel his muscular body press you further against the counter.
"Not in the kitchen," you mumble between kisses.
"Could be fun though," Jungkook smirks and brings his hands around your waist, lifting you up on the surface. Experience tells you to wrap your arms and legs around him so you do. And when he goes back for another kiss, he makes sure to bite on your bottom lip so he can slip his tongue in your mouth.
"Mhph–" you moan when his hands slip underneath your shirt, dragging it up until you lift your arms for him to take it off. He moves to your neck next, placing several open-mouth kisses on the delicate skin that is sure to turn into bluish-purple hickeys in the morning. "Jungkook," you tug his hair roughly.
Your husband grunts at the gesture and traces his fingers along your bare skin until they find the delicate band of your bra. He unclasps the material in seconds, leaving your nipples pebbling from the cool air.
"Is it too soon for me to say I can't wait until these are lactating?" He cups the swell of your breasts and circles his thumbs over your hardened buds. You mewl at the touch, arousal already collecting between your thighs.
"They'll be for the baby," you reply. "Not you."
Jungkook growls immediately and brings his mouth over a breast. The relentless sucking and licking makes you throw your head back in pleasure. He moves to your other breast after his teeth tug at your nipple a few times, repeating the process all over again. "Fuck–" you yelp when one of his tugs gets a little too harsh.
"Shit, I'm sorry baby." He draws his teeth back and starts licking the bud soothingly. "Feel better?"
"Mm," you whine. "Need more, please."
Jungkook knows exactly what you're asking for so he gives your nipples one last lick each, then pecks your lips. His sturdy arms lift you off the counter next and carries you into the bedroom where he lays you on the bed.
"Just a second," he says. You nod and watch him yank his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. It's always sexy to see him taking his clothes off like this, you think to yourself. He removes his pants; leaving his briefs on, then climbs on the bed with you. "You're so effortlessly beautiful you know that? I'm gonna make you feel good tonight baby," he promises and plants gentle kisses down your abdomen.
You raise your butt a little when he starts peeling your shorts and underwear off. "Fuck, I didn't know you could get this wet," he comments, spreading your thighs apart so he can comfortably sit between them. A single finger drags up your slit, a moment after and you buck your hips at the suddenness. "How many fingers do you want? Or do you want to skip to my tongue eating you out? I'll do whatever you tell me, baby."
You moan hearing the last part. Jungkook is always quick to please. "Both, please. Your fingers and mouth," you say, gripping the sheets in preparation.
At your word, Jungkook slowly pushes a finger into your wet pussy. The initial squelch gives both of you pleasure; a shiver runs down your spine and Jungkook's underwear tightens.
"Oh god," you moan when a second finger slides next to the first one, both curling inside you just right. "One more, need one more." Jungkook pumps his fingers into you two more times, then adds a third.
"Like it?" he asks, fingers moving faster in you. "Feeling good?"
"Yes, fuck–keep going Kook."
Jungkook continues pumping his finger inside you, carefully watching you bite your lip as he does. He loves seeing you like this–getting so fucked out over his fingers. "Shit–" he grunts and leans his head between your thighs when he sees some of your pearly white liquid drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets.
"Fuckfuckfuck," you repeat, nearly breathless as your husband starts licking a long stripe across your sex. He removes his fingers before doing it again, allowing him to dip the tip of his tongue into your folds ever so slightly. "I think I'm about to come," you warn and claw at his luscious hair with one hand.
Jungkook takes this as the perfect time to start sucking your clit, biting it teasingly until you finally have your first orgasm of the night. When he lifts his head from your pussy, his mouth and chin are both glistening with your cum. "I love eating you out," he says, using his arm to wipe his mouth and chin, "You always taste like fucking candy. And you have no idea how turns on it makes me to see you enjoying it just as much."
"I'm pretty sure I can take a good guess," you reply, eyeing his obvious erection. "Want me to suck you off?" You move to slide the band of his briefs down but he stops the movement.
"Not tonight baby," he says. "I really just want to fuck you now."
"You sure?" you ask again but he only gets off the bed and removes his underwear. His hard cock smacks against his abdomen when he does, making your pussy clench around nothing.
"Missionary?" Jungkook crawls back on the bed and guides you on your back before throwing your legs over his shoulder. "Heard this angle is good for making babies." He winks and you laugh at his sudden playfulness.
"Kook, you know it'll be a few months before I'll be able to get pregnant right? Since I've been on birth control for years?"
"Well, I guess we're getting a head start then." Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at you flirtatiously then slowly sinks the tips of his length into your pussy until bottoming out.
"Oh fuck," you both moan in unison at the familiar stretch. You and Jungkook have had a lot of sex over the years but not like this; this is a whole new experience.
"You're gonna make such a pretty mama," he coos, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you. You feel the pressure in your core start to build at the simple comment. "You want me to make you round with our child don't you?"
"Yes–please, I want it so bad."
"My poor baby." Jungkook quickens his pace, pulling his cock out before slamming back in. Every thrust is rougher than the last, leaving you in a moaning mess as your body bounces up and down on the mattresses. "Gonna give you as many as you want now okay? Gonna fill this pussy up so good."
"Kook!" You scream and clench uncontrollably around him as he continues fucking you at what you can only call an animalistic pace. His hair is messy, body sweating, and his teeth are clamped together in sheer pleasure.
"Fuck!" He lets out another loud groan, his tatted hand clinging onto your legs while the other presses down on your stomach. "Look at you taking me so well," he praises. "Always so good for me or do you really want a baby that bad hm? Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels having your guts rearranged."
"It–" you can barely speak as his cock beats into you messily, his balls slapping against your asscheeks as he does. "It feels so good, shit! Don't stop!" You claw the sheets, desperate to cling onto something.
"Yeah? You want me to keep fucking you like this?" He pushes down on your stomach a little more. The added pressure makes it so you can feel his cock even more.
"Oh god, oh god fuck–" your eyes roll to the back of your head as your pussy starts spasming from all the thrusting. "So close, I'm so close Jungkook..."
"I can tell baby," he grunts. "You're squeezing me so tight but you're also so fucking wet. Come whenever you're ready okay? I'm going get us both there."
The next thirty seconds to a minute consists of Jungkook snapping his hips and several of your broken moans echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Finally, after a series of long, hard thrusts, you both reach your peak and have your release.
"I love you so much," Jungkook lets go of your legs and moves to straddle you. His elbows come up on either side of your head as he leans in for a kiss.
"I love you too," you mumble and card your fingers through his hair. "You're going to make a wonderful father Kook."
"Only because of you," he whispers before capturing your lips in simultaneously the most fiery and sweet kiss you've ever shared.
"What time is it?" You lazily throw an arm around your husband but to your dissatisfaction, it slips off him and hits the mattress instead. He's getting up for work–crap.
"It's 5:30 a.m," Jungkook replies and stands up from the bed, back muscles flexing as he does. He's still naked from last night and so are you now that you think about it. "I need to hop in the shower for work."
You reach forward to catch his wrist before he can move any further. "Let me join you."
Jungkook smiles. You're so beautiful with the way the soft sheets wrap around your bare skin. And your grip on his wrist makes him wish he could crawl back in bed with you.
"As wonderful as that sounds, we both know what'll happen if you jump in the shower with me. And we don't have enough time for that today. Sleep instead, okay?" He gives you a quick kiss and heads for the bathroom.
"Kook–" You kick the covers off your body and follow him.
"What are you doing?" he turns his head in your direction when he feels a cool breeze coming from the door.
"I need to shower too," you say and step behind him in the tub.
"Alright," he narrows his eyes at you. "I'll allow it but behave." When he turns on the hot water you grab your bodywash from the shelf.
"Mhm," you hum. "I definitely will."
You definitely did not. Which is why your husband is about to be late to his lecture with potential hickeys on his neck. You tried to be careful not to put them anywhere visible though—the kids don't need to see that.
"I gotta leave honey," he kisses you by the front door, keys jingling in his hand. "Bye," another kiss. "Yup bye…okay I love you but if I can't get fired by not showing up to class."
You give him one last smooch before reluctantly letting him go. "Oh wait, your collar." You smooth the fabric down for him when you see the crinkles. Jungkook likes it when you groom him like this, it's cute.
"Thanks," he says. "Love you!"
Once he's out of sight you shut the door behind him and walk back to your bedroom.
oh god.
You immediately stand still when you feel a sudden throbbing in your head. You place a hand over your stomach and close your eyes in hopes it'll pass.
"I think I need some water," you say. "I'm so nauseous. This has to be a dizzy spell. No way I'm pregnant after one night of being off my birth control." You dismiss the idea at the mere thought. "It's too soon."
Despite your protests, you decide to pick up a pregnancy test on your way home from work—just to be sure.
"Negative," you read the results of the test later that night. Outside the bathroom, you hear your husband rustling about in the bedroom. "Well, we'll just keep trying."
You smile, anticipating the start of your new life with Jungkook.
A/N: What do you think of the ending? I know oc is negative for pregnancy but she just got off bc so it'll take a few months. Still, they will keep trying ;) stayed tuned for an epilogue and hit me up with drabble ideas, as I will be writing more myself haha. Love You!! 😘
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Been a while since I last heard about your OCs (or, actually most if not all of the Tumblr rebornverse OCs), so tell me anything you've been cooking up for them recently!
YEAAAAAH THANK YOU!!
Okay so like I said before I am making toyhouse pages for all of (rebornverse) ocs and Miles & Mavis are currently done! I just need to make some more new art for them!
Speaking of art everyone is getting some new character art/refs!
Everyone is getting a bit of a re-haul! Either design or lore wise, some are major some are minor. Planning on making 10 year in the future refs/art for all my reborn ocs, so look out for that!
For the the ones I'm really working on are Chad and Dearil! I'm also making a new Rejuv oc namd Felix and a new Reborn oc named Lukey Arengee! (some v13.5 spoilers!)
Okay so quick reminder:
Mention of child abuse, death
Chad and Dearil lived in Almia with a woman named Aasha, who was cruel and manipulative, after their parents died. They are not blood related, they didn't even meet until Aasha brought them in.
Aasha mainly cares for money and power, but hides in the shadow for the most parts. She is a thief (and implied murdered).
A while after Dearil turns 18 Chad leaves to Reborn to start a new life, but promises to come back for them and take them with him. Dearil visits Reborn after Chad defeats Lin (Main Game). When they found out Chad 'disappeared' they assumed their brother abandoned them and left back home. Aasha lashed out at them and attacked them. Unfortunately she killed them on accident, although she wasn't too sad about that.
When Chad came back he was heartbroken to find out Dearil 'died' and defeated Aasha in a battle who 'disappeared' right after.
Chad then lived out his life in Reborn.
After Dearil died Variya pulled them back and asked them to become the interceptor. Dearil agreed. His soul was filled with hatred and the need to get revenge, however they didn't know why as their memories where erased for the most part. (some of their memories come back, all of them at their final battle against their brother)
Dearil tried to defeat team Xen and went along with the others in hopes that the feelings they were feeling would be quenched, but soon found out it didn't help. He didn't really care about helping any of the people who saw them as their friend and Clear and Kieran took that opportunity to ask them to join them.
They told them that if he helped them bring the world to oblivion the person that he hated so much would perish too, they agreed.
At some point Dearil is facing off against Chad, who was tipped off that his brother was alive and figured out what they were up too.
Chad defeated them and mortally wounded them and all the hatred Dearil felt went away. Chad said he would reset time using Dialga and fix all this, Dearil entered the Zeight (remotely) and tried to fix some things there so Chad wouldn't remember and Dearil would be able to fix their own mess as they started to feel regret.
Karma intervened and they struck a deal, no one (but Karma) retained their memories although they were saved in the zeight. Dearil then goes through the paragon run.
Chad stuff:
-He plays instruments, preferably windinstruments (harmonica and flute), but he also plays acoustic guitar and bass.
-He was very sheltered from the world by Aasha, although he knew he was trans he didn't know there was hormone treatment or surgeries he could take. Aasha did steal some T-shots from hospitals to give it to Chad, but he was under the impression she made it for him.
He also does not have had any surgeries, after learning that stuff like top surgery and bottom surgery exist he still decides not to take any as he is comfortable enough with his body as is.
-During the events of rejuv he has two babies (twins.) One named Riley, nickname Riri (Nickname is similar to Kiki) and one named Dearil II (named after his 'deceased' sibling.)
-He still specializes in ghost/dragon type, but half his team is sand based to mirror Solaris.
Dearil stuff:
-Before the interceptor stuff he used to try out different instruments to try and play music with their brother, although they gave up quickly on most of it. He did sing though which was one of the few things they enjoyed doing. He picks this back up late act 2 (karma files).
-Renegade Dearil does like and care for Mosely and Amber... To an extant. They're nice to those two, but if they get in their way... Well...
-Paragon Dearil's memories of his renegade path are hidden away, but still very much present. During act one most of it is them seeming to get a feeling of 'deja vu' which are actually just memories. During the quest where you meet Talon, Florin and Flora he gets 'weird visions and nightmares' (memories) of rift Talon and Florin how he acted during renegade if you choose the road to kill him.
During act two their memories seem to leak into reality. During act one renegade Dearil and Paragon Dearil make most of the same major choices (defeat madame X, don't give Cera the Magma Stone and save Amber), until act 2 starts and paragon Dearil after voices in their head tries to steer him from the path of oblivion (his past renegade self and the things Chad said during their last meeting in renegade)
His renegade self coming forth and taking over his current personality (this never last long). Others also get some weird feelings of deja vu and an uneasy feeling around Dearil during certain parts.
During the parts in Darclight time starts to distort around Dearil (and Florin and Erin who are with him at the time). An anomaly (renegade Dearil) appears after memories with Chad were once again unlocked. P!Dearil is unconscious during this and Florin and Erin are forced to fight the anomaly (Dearil's pokemon helping out trying to protect their trainer).
Stuff like this happens a few times.
Eventually when Adrest unlocks their intereptor form the memories get released as well, but they take form as r!Dearil. The two fight and Adrest gives the option to lock the memories away again.
Both Dearils and Aero talk for a bit and decide that they shouldn't hide from the past. Adrest and Nancy warn that everyone will remember what they did.
They won't remember everything at once, and not everyone will remember things as fast as the others, but they'll remember.
They go for it anyway and the paragon Karma Files play out as normal for the most part there.
Well there is a scene after they return from the zeight and they and Melia go through the ruined timeline stuff as, well, the others remembered. They all decide to trust Dearil in the end.
-R!Dearil specializes in Dark/Ghost, to represent evil and death.
P!Dearil specializes in Normal/Ghost, Normal to contrast with the fact nothing in any of their lives was normal to begin with.
Complete!Dearil specializes in Normal/Fire, Normal because they just want to put their past behind them and be a regular person. Fire as their life has started a new, a new flame if you will.
-All of P!Dearil's old ghosts were gifted to some of his friends.
Felix!!!
Felix's host is Ariana. He does not specialize in a type, but his pokemon are friendship themed! He uses pokemon that evolve via friendship and uses pokemon that are the aces of his loved ones. His starter is Torchic to represent his host!
You can figure out Lukey's case.
Sorry for the entire long ramble these were supposed to be fun facts, oops.
#pink answers#dearil (renegade)#dearil (paragon)#dearil (complete)#dearil (oc)#chad collins#felix (oc)#lukey arengee
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Just Some Guy OC Tourney - Side A: Round 1
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Wally Rosette | He/him | @hershelchocolateart
Wally Rosette is a 15-year-old kid who was chosen (and then kidnapped) to attend the Elite Villainous International Learning facility. This position, however, is solely because his parents were world-famous villains. Wally himself has no interest in the business, and is often described as the sweetest person any of the cast has ever met. He spends most of his time in the background, helping out faculty and students with their homework or various tasks, and only ever becoming relevant when homework *is* the plot of the week. Wally is just a kind kid who knows better than to get involved in the plot and loves his friends so so so so so so so fucking much it's unreal
Promos: https://toyhou.se/8256045.wally-rosette <-wallys toyhouse profile!
https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/the-villain-school/list?title_no=97541 <-the comic he's in (discontinued because I'm doing a different one - it is 6/40 chapters with a planned remake Somewhere in the distant future)
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Mason | He/him | @hershelchocolateart
CW: Cartoony bugs, minor eye horror
Mason is a Monster in a world of Monsters that rule the underworld of the city. Mason is an office worker at an office building where he doesn't even know what his job is. He just knows he's an office worker in a real office building :) he's an Insect Monster which usually results in the user becoming an insect themself, eventually losing their humanity and giving in to their animalistic nature. Mason is a beehive. He's friends with all the bees :)
Promos: Hallowed isn't out yet but there's a tag for it on my art blog I suppose
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Full images and descriptions under the cut!
THIS IS MY VERY FAVORITE BABY BOY So Wally is a sweet kid, but because his parents were world-famous, he never really got a choice in who they raised him to be. This resulted in him having a BUNCH of self-worth issues that he tries to deal with on the side because he doesn't want to get his friends involved. He has two (2) major points in the plot (OUT OF 40 CHAPTERS)- one plot point where he ignores the main antagonist to get a boyfriend instead, and one where his entire arc finally culminates in "Wally Learns How To Say No To People." Outside of that, he does NOTHING regarding the main plot and is a C plot character at best. He is simply involved and there in the background because I love him so much and he is my precious little baby boy and yeah sure maybe I loved him so much I made 27 alternate universe versions of him that all have plot relevance in all my stuff but *this* wally is simply a boy and he is blue and he is lovely and I would kill and cry for him every day
He's so much of just a guy I don't have anything else to say. He doesn't play a major part and I don't think he ever gets named. He's in the bg to be chill and fun. Luke is the only main character to recognize him as a Monster and immediately clocks him as not a threat cause one of his bees almost got stepped on (didn't die. Keyword here is almost) and he started crying honey cause he was so so scared. He's just a guy who loves his bees
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I think because of the specific ways I had internet access growing up and what I was dealing with during "traditional fandom baby time", I've felt kind of distant from the standard fandom experience, even for fandoms that I've followed the main official content for while it was ongoing. At most it was a one-way thing, where I could look into the fandom but not really be an active contributor.
I saw 2012 TMNT on the night of the premier and did my best to watch any episodes I could for a good few years after that, but looking up fanart at 2 AM on my phone when my parents couldn't see was the most I really saw people interacting with it further. I saw a Raph x Mona fankid and it blew my mind for... some reason. Look maybe just the image and notion of the tall space lizard lady being affectionate just did something to a young me. I'm not even sure I saw her debut episode before seeing the art so that was. Probably confusing.
There was also Gravity Falls, a show that I was really only able to follow thanks to wiki articles youtubers piecing together the clues that I didn't have the brainpower or ability to pause episodes to figure out myself. Shoot, shoutouts to Valiskibum, a channel I haven't checked on in years but is still a legend for posting about the theory that predicted *Ford.* I don't know if they came up with the theory on their own or if they just made a video sharing it to a wider platform, but in either case they get appreciation from me for making my dumb kid brain aware of it. And even other than that, I watched ANY news about the show LIKE A HAWK while it was still airing. I tried to follow the Cipher hunt but at that point I lost track, and any side media like books and comics that were released after that is news to me whenever it gets brought up now.
But like. Even *then* it feels like there was so much I missed. I've been following Hana Hyperfixates on YouTube lately (their tumblr url is escaping me), and it boggles me that even for a show I stayed caught up with constantly throughout its entire run, fully aware of its deeper mysteries, it still feels like I missed so much of the experience of being a fan of the show because I just. Wasn't in the fandom loop.
And those are just the shows I *did* follow as they were airing, that doesn't even scratch the stuff I wasn't into as it was happening.
I didn't see a full playthrough of *Undertale* until November of *2021* where I played it alongside my partner during thanksgiving break that year. And not making the same mistake twice, I had followed Deltarune soon after its spontaneous reveal, because I didn't have much better to do with my increased internet access. I played Chapter 2 as soon as it came out, so I was lost on everything from the lion waitress to "what's a NEO" until after the fact. Look, I just thought an Undertale was an annoying popular thing my friends with bad taste were into back in middle school. Now here I am, quantum egg on my face, panicking over the fact Papyrus has touched grass.
All this to say that now finally having this here tumblr starting at "only" the age of 20 (which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't as far off from 14 or 16 as people make it out to be, I'm basically just a teenager with more self awareness) is... interesting. In a nice way, I think.
It's this silly little fandom stuff like fics and OCs and RP and AUs that always felt so distant to me, but was basically the later childhood of my partner and many of my current friends. Stuff that they treat so naturally because they basically grew up on it, while I'm basically just now really getting a grasp on it myself.
It's stuff that I'm just now getting the platform for and familiarity with to really let myself indulge in. It's why I'm so happy with the Splatoon OCs, it's me finally getting to have that silly fun with this kind of stuff that it feels like I've been missing out on for a while.
I've had fan OCs before, all the way back in middle school, to the extent they made a full expansive crossover universe combining every series in Smash Bros into a unified cohesive canon (that's where my username comes from in fact, my sona for years was literally just a unique purple-shelled koopa). My friends were in on it and everything. But then after hitting high school, I eventually abandoned that universe, despite the expansive story I made with it. Partly because I felt like it was too convoluted with too many characters at that point, but also because I'd convinced myself it would be stupid to commit to a creative project that I can't make a profit out of. Essentially, I thought it was dumb to put so much energy into something if it wasn't "productive." This was a sentiment it took me way too long to shake.
So! Yeah! This is officially the "living my cringe" era! I'm going to make Splatoon characters with very canon-inaccurate proportions hold hands and give each other a kiss on the cheek! I'm gonna make a Deltarune AU that I know is probably gonna age like milk because the actual story isn't finished yet! I'm going to post my ideas for how I'd turn the TF2 mercs into Overwatch heroes! And NOBODY's gonna stop me!
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Hey when did 5 AM get here.
#koop's oc stuff#long post#extreme ramble#this was all on mobile#if it was on desktop then I would've used more italics instead of asterisks and all uppercase words#passing out now
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That Time I Helped A Book Get Published
I've been what you would classify as "an artist" for pretty much my entire life. Or, at least, as long as I could hold a pencil. As soon as I even vaguely figured out how to make a picture transfer from my brain onto paper (or whatever surface, including the walls, and woe betide anyone who tries to clean that away), I completely unloaded on the world.
Not much of my art survived until now, but here's a few from I think around when I was 8 or 9 years old. Forever stuck in the 3/4 angle facing viewer left.
That said, I was never much of a fanartist; I've always preferred to create original characters, either that exist in series I was a fan of (which I GUESS is a type of fanart? but not really what people think of when they say fanart) or I would make up entire worlds and populate them. I would make up stories to go with this too, and often made either comics or pseudo-books out of them which I just stapled together. Some things never change, really.
I would even LARP my stories all by myself (I was every character), complete with costumes and background music that was usually comprised of the soundtracks of Disney movies, video games, and later anime, which I would blast from my awesome 1990s audio player.
(I also had a Discman eventually but I have more memories of this thing)
When I learned how to, I would even make like mixtapes from the songs I used to make up my story's soundtrack. I would pretend(?) that these stories were "real" as in they were actual cartoons or whatever that I was a fan of. I didn't have any friends so it's not like I shared these things with anyone, but that didn't really stop me. I simply talked to myself about them and wrote my own critic reviews and "episode summaries".
I really do not know how I was not screened for autism when I was a child, but whatever, I'm here now.
Drawing and making up stories and such took up pretty much all of my time that wasn't already taken up by video games or books.
I was even drawing in class. To be honest I was a terrible student — I never really paid attention to anything unless it happened to be about something I was already hyperinterested in, and I subsequently did not give a flying hoot about grades. Instead of doing classwork or, yknow, listening to my teachers, I would be drawing. Some teachers caught on to the fact that I was drawing, and for those classes I switched to pretending to be taking notes or doing work but I was actually writing about my OCs.
Anyway, all this is to say, one of my teachers really liked my drawings, even though they weren't really any better than typical child doodles in my opinion.
I don't fully remember what grade this was, maybe 2nd or 3rd? This teacher was supportive of my drawings even though it was technically disruptive of my learning. She'd ask to see what I was drawing and would talk to me about it, though I wasn't ever really keen on talking about it with her, and sometimes she asked me to draw something for her. She really liked Mickey Mouse so it was usually him.
One day this teacher told me she was writing a children's book, but she needed an artist to illustrate it. So she asked me if I wanted to be the illustrator for her book. I said yes, and she and I worked together on the book for I think a couple months? I can't fully say what the book was about, all I remember is that it was about a little girl with freakishly big pigtails. I don't even remember the title, I wish I could.
The book was eventually published.
It's really funny to think that there's a book out there that my 2nd or 3rd grade teacher wrote and little baby me illustrated, and I just have zero memory of what it is. I sometimes wonder how many people have read the book or bought it for their kids or something and I am just completely ignorant of it.
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These are my Fantasatic Beast era characters who I find fascinating and definitely my darkest ones. The purpose for me introducing is so if others wish, they can be used by others for their FB era writings if they wish to have some antagonists in their stories or for their ocs.
Hetty Johanna Rosewood | Xiang Cheng
• Born 01/10/1909 • Gryffindor • Chinese • Muggleborn • ISTJ • Grindelwald's acolyte • Traitor • FC: Liu Yifei •
Abandoned by her parents in Britain when her magical powers exploded frightening them at 3/4 years old. Cheng was sent off to Angela King's orphanage (@whatwouldvalerydo oc) by aurors as they didn't know what to do with a child. She caught the attention of Glenn who was in the process of adopting another baby at the time when her emotional outburst caused a magical one. So he adopted Cheng, now by Hetty along with a baby Oscar.
Hetty didn't speak or understand a work of English, so Glenn acquired a tutor who could speak fluent English and Mandarin Chinese to teach her English but also to retain her Chinese heritage. Her father, Glenn bonded with her a lot faster than with her brother, Oscar and pushed her to excel in everything she did.
At Hogwarts, Hetty was sorted into Gryffindor like her father but she was fairly popular and well-liked and was the darling student of the professors. She was the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, prefect and head girl however Hetty harboured a big secret from everyone except one which is her deep fascination for the dark arts and how to use it. The only other person she shared this love with is her brother, Oscar.
During the 1920s, Hetty along with Oscar heard and read about Grindelwald and became enarmored by him and his movement so much so that they plotted a plan to leave Britain and join Grindlewald. When Hetty was seventeen, she and Oscar successfully ran away and managed to evade the aurors until they found Grindelwald.
During her time with Grindelwald, she proved herself to be a successful hitwoman and committed gruesome crimes under her birth name. Though by 1937, she became disillusioned and wanted to leave. She reached out to her father for help, but they both knew the severity of her crimes that Hetty was a wanted witch so he bargained out a deal for her with his influence in the Wizengamot. They agreed if she can provide information and be a double agent, then she can have a more lenient sentence. Hetty tried to convince Oscar to change sides but she was betrayed by him instead. Hetty managed to escape and served out a twenty-five year sentence in Azakban and once released, she moved away to Australia where her father Glenn was residing in his retirement.
*Hetty is open as a romantic interest in case someone wants to have an interesting dynamic of opposites sides fall in love or something.
Oscar Ebenezer Rosewood | Tadhg O'connor
• Born 20/05/1913 • Slytherin • Irish • Blood status unknown • ENTP • Grindelwald's acolyte • FC: Finn Cole •
Oscar was adopted by Glenn after he got into an argument with his own father about getting married and have children to pass on the family name. Glenn decided to skip the marriage part and went straight to adopting a child which ended with two.
Oscar was smart but always was just not as good enough as Hetty in anything. His grandmother was the only person who actually made him feel special. In his opinion, he always thought that his father preferred Hetty over him and thus started feelings of jealousy of both Glenn's attention and Hetty's powers leading to a bitter rivalry into Hogwarts.
Being sorted into Slytherin, Oscar contiuned to work hard to be better than his sister. While he wasn't as well liked as Hetty was, he did garner a level of respect for his commitment to his studies. Though he developed a love for the dark arts which he discovered his sister had too. This finally set aside the years of bitterness of their rivalry and finally brought them together as siblings.
Oscar read a lot about Grindelwald and almost idolized him, thinking he was cool and that wizards should rule over the muggle world. Along with his sister they ran away when he was fourteen and a year later they managed to find and join Grindelwald's movement.
Under Grindelwald, their feud came out again and not in a good way. Oscar became worse and more gruesome in his killing, preferring to drag out by torture magic, mind tricks and even cursing from a distance. Oscar was angry at Hetty's betrayal and when she came back to change his mind, he almost killed her for her act of betrayal. By 1945, at the fall of Grindelwald, he had multiple life sentences but narrowly avoided the demenetor's kiss as a kindness from his father.
What has to be yet determined is that he may have escaped during the second wizarding war or if he put into a stronger facility. If he did escape though it is unknown if he was killed due to his refusal to join Voldermort or if he rearrested again. We do not know...for now...though what is known is that he had a squib child in America who seemingly did not know him but his grandson, and three great grandchildren are back in Britain under the surname Nowak.
* He is not open for romance as his romance is set already.
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//AU// Unintentional
-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --
By popular demand and choice of my lovely Cogs, I bring you...
The Survival AU. <3
Yup, we're here!!! We're starting this!!! Meaning I'll work more with it in art!!!
I REALLY hope you all enjoy this beginning story, I'm SO excited to finally post the stories and work more with them!!! QuQ (Also, please enjoy the little cover for this AU series, made from *slightly* repurposing my Book of Shadows piece I did uwu)
**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**
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*Warnings?: BIG news, shock and denial, TIIIIINY little threats for a good cause??
Summary: Some issues arise with Emelia on a physical level. Some concern leads her to visit Moreau despite Karls arguments, and she walks away with a much bigger issue than ever previously thought.
Emelia sat on the small bench in front of the old TV, her eye wandering. She currently rested beneath the old mill with the Fish Lord, who currently scampered around with miscellaneous papers and notes. While his appearance and speech didn't quite resemble that of well education, Moreau was almost as much of a scientific genius as Heisenberg was an engineering one, and Emelia knew it. She had come to know the man well in past years, and he was the only one she would trust to come to with her current situation. She had trusted him with more serious matters, and he was the only one she could have gone to for this.
Sickness and exhaustion plagued her in passing days, making her physically weaker and affecting her work, and causing an uncomfortable feeling with her Cadou. If anything, she knew it had to be almost a month since it started, if that... Not to mention her emotions... Part of being here was to prevent from snapping at the metal man for no reason, something she had apologized for multiple times at this point. But it was primarily the weak sickness that concerned the both of them, thinking the worst of her Cadou existence. The last thing she wanted was a Cadou mishap... Too many things could go very, very wrong.
It had taken a few days to convince him to allow her to come here, but she had eventually gotten her way. And so here she was, watching the Lord murmur to himself, having been poked and prodded and asked many... MANY questions. Surprisingly odd questions coming from him, but she was quickly assured it was nothing too incredibly 'personal'. She wasn't exactly irritated with him, but she had sworn the next time he poked at her that she'd tear off a limb after nearly getting sick for what felt like the millionth time.
"Anything yet...?" She asked cautiously, watching him fumble with and look over a few papers on the small side table he had.
He was silent for a moment despite low grumbling, tapping along the crumpled papers. The silence remained as he seemed to piece together what he was seeing, hopping just slightly with excitement before he suddenly turned to her with a lopsided smile.
"Oh, yes, very much, yes!!" He spoke enthusiastically, scurrying over to her quickly. "A good thing!"
She couldn't help but feel the tiniest amount of relief at his reaction and words, relaxing her shoulders and letting out a breath she didn't now she was holding. Good, it wasn't life-threatening...
"Nothing with my Cadou...?" She asked, feeling herself calm slowly as he shook his head.
"No, no! Cadou is fine! It's even better!" He said, quickly running to the papers once more before returning with one.
Her face was suddenly that of confusion, her nose scrunching as she tried to make sense of his excitement. 'Even better'...? How could getting sick be 'even better'...? Was it an evolution of the Cadou making her sick?? Was it changing her more? Getting stronger? Spreading along her body as Heisenbergs did?
It was as if he recognized the emotion, reaching over to pat her hand with glee while waving the paper for her to look at. She had barely attempted to read it before be spoke again.
"You're gonna have a baby!!"
Time seemed to freeze for a split moment as the single word drove itself into her brain immediately.
'Baby'... 'Baby'...?? Wait, did he mean-
"I..." she started, the calm feeling disappearing even quicker than it had settled, now replaced with a new type of nausea. "Wh-... Salvatore..." she started slowly, "What do you mean 'baby'..."
He suddenly reached over to pat her stomach, making her jump and lift her arms as if not to swing.
"A new life! A little you!"
She stared at the fish man, her eye wide and her jaw open in disbelief. Her arms lowered as he hopped back, nearly swaying from side to side with a child-like grin.
He... He couldn't be serious... But that wasn't possible, it-
"... What...?" She said, her voice that of a nervous squeak. Moreau now nearly hopped with excitement, tapping his fingers together in small claps as her gaze fell to the floor in shock.
"Yes, yes!" He spoke, suddenly making his way to a barnacle-encrusted phone. He reached for it with an excited giggle. "Oh, this is wonderful! This is special! So special! I can't wait to tell Mother Miranda-"
NO-
"If you even think about telling her I'll gut you alive and feed you to the bloody Varcolacs." Emelia snarled suddenly, her body beginning to shake. Moreau froze at the tone of her voice, rather startled that she had even threatened him. He pulled back his hand slightly as he watched her slump over, her shoulders trembling. He was quiet until he stepped away from the phone fully.
"... Are you not happy? Should I take it out for you?" He offered carefully, a genuine concern in his voice while shuffling over to her side as she took a shakey breath. She simply shook her head before suddenly standing from the bench.
"I... I'll visit again soon." She managed, patting the mans arm. "I'll let you know, just... Promise me you won't tell her."
"Emmy.-"
"Promise me, Salvatore." She said sternly. He stared at her before nodding awkwardly and backing away.
"She won't get mad at me if I won't tell her, will she...?" He asked. Emelia shook her head.
"She won't. I'll make sure of it... Just..." she trailed off, unable to collect her thoughts. "... I need time..."
An odd smile appeared on his face once more.
"Of course Emmy...! Please visit again soon...! W-We can watch your movie!" The man regained a cheerful tone as she walked away with a brief wave.
She made her way through the underground mines of the watermill, only stopping once she reached the top of the steps. She stared at the floor.
No... No, that wasn't possible... She couldn't be-
She slowly moved her arm, her fingers drifting along her shirt before she pressed her palm gently against the area right below her stomach.
She...
A sudden choked sob forced its way from her throat, and she covered her mouth with her other hand as the slight horror finally set in. She leaned back against the pillar in the middle of the mill, sliding down to the ground as a sudden flow of tears streamed down her cheek.
This... This wasn't possible... How could it be possible...??? Neither of them could-
Of course, there was a small feeling of excitement... There was absolutely excitement. She wanted this. She ALWAYS wanted this. For YEARS she had wanted this. She had wanted this since she was a child, keeping that wish all up until she had 'forgotten' it. Hell, she STILL wanted it, and part of her almost planned on trying once Miranda was dead.
But... Right NOW? At this current moment?
All she could feel was fear. Horror and pure, bone chilling fear.
She sobbed silently, pulling her knees to her chest. How the hell would she do this... How would she live now?
Would it even last? Was it even possible it would survive with the Cadou?? Would she accept it, only to lose it? Should she even tell Heisenberg if there was a chance???
She couldn't help but suddenly freeze with an unpleasant shiver down her spine, her breath catching in her throat once the thought crossed her mind.
Karl. She had to tell Karl.
A sudden panic burst through her chest, and she felt her Cadou squirm in discomfort.
How would HE react???
The man never showed any interest in such a concept, even after her memories returned enough to prove her own desire. And they were busy... So busy. So busy with plans and building, with barely any time or chance to rest unless forced to. Barely any time to do anything regarding enjoyment... And even LESS time to relax and keep to themselves due to the constant production and work.
Would she even be able to RAISE a child with this?!
Her crying didn't stop for what seemed like minutes on end, though she finally forced herself to stand and halt her tears as best she could. She knew the man would be waiting for her in his own way, and she knew he'd come out to find her if she took too long. So she pushed away from the wooden beam, quickly making her way out after wiping furiously at her face. God forbid she was caught by anyone else... She didn't need to explain why a resident of the factory was currently sobbing from exiting the Mill. In fact, she wanted to avoid anyone in general, taking the long way around instead of through the village where she came from. The Lycans would alert her of anyone passing... It would take quite a bit longer than usual, but she felt she had no choice. He'd understand... he had to.
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The door into the workshop nearly flew open as Emelia made her way through, startling Heisenberg enough to jump as she quickly made her way to the floor grate. She barely slowed down as he watched her.
"Well hello to you too..." He grumbled. "Where the hell have you been, I almost went to look for you."
He scowled and lifted a brow as she paused and glanced over at him. But his unamusement was short-lived as he looked at her face, and his own expression fell.
"What's wrong...?"
She was silent for a moment before taking a breath.
"... We need to talk..." she managed, opening the grate. "Meet me in the Foundry."
"What? Why??"
"Because... Because I said so." Came the stern reply.
She didn't look at him. She couldn't. She felt his eyes on her as she scooted forward, only pausing as he spoke again.
"... Emmy?"
His voice was surprisingly quiet. Even he knew those two phrases together were never good. She heard him stand from the chair, but shook her head as he took a step forward.
"Just... Just meet me there. Please." She replied quietly, her voice cracking somewhat as she attempted not to cry again. She hopped down through the hole before he could say another word, quickly running through the hall and out of view as he gazed down.
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It seemed to take quite a bit for him to join her, but soon Heisenberg had entered the warm room she typically resided in. The casting machine ran even as she wasn't standing at it continuously, using it to keep her mind busy. But she still paced, not even stopping as he approached slowly. He watched as she paced, his confusion evident.
"Well, I'm here... What did you want to talk about?" He asked, stopping mere feet away and crossing his arms. She paused in her tracks for a moment, her jaw tensing as she ground her teeth. How in the hell was she SUPPOSED to tell him?!
"I... Moreau just..." she tried, almost feeling his sudden switch in mood from concern to irritation as she started to pace again. He couldn't stop the near angry snort he gave as he stepped forward towards her again.
"What the hell did that freak say to you??" He growled, managing to catch her arm. He met her eye. "I told you you shouldn't have gone, I swear to God I'll tear him apart if-"
"He didn't do anything!!" She snapped suddenly, making him jump and yanking her arm from his grip. She then tried to calm herself, holding up her arms in near apology. "He didn't... He didn't do anything. He just.... He found out what was wrong. He didn't do anything."
She was silent for a moment, avoiding his gaze that felt as if it were burrowing holes into her skull. Her words came out as a jumbled mess with an emotion he couldn't quite place immediately. His concern was slowly returning as she swallowed hard, joined shortly by confusion as he recognized it as fear.
She took a breath.
"Actually... You did." she managed finally.
He drew back in surprise, holding a hand to his chest as if he were insulted.
"I did something?? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What's going on?" He asked quickly, only stopping as she shook her head.
"Karl, please..." she started, suddenly backing away to lean against the wall with a light *thump*. Heisenberg went silent for a moment as she reached to rub her face with her hands in a near distressed motion. His expression turned from confused to fully concerned, and he took a step forward towards her.
"What's wrong, Emmy...?" He asked quietly, his voice now that of concern.
Shs couldn't look at him. Her gaze remained on the ground. She could feel it eating at her, and she resisted the urge to cradle her stomach again like at the Mill. She wanted so badly to run... Run and avoid him as much as she possibly could. Anything to prevent her from revealing it... But she knew he would find her. He always did.
She had to tell him... She had to. She had no choice.
"... I'm pregnant..."
The words came as a simple whisper. A simple whisper that seemed as if it halted all noise and movement around them, rendering the room almost deathly silent. Heisenberg stared at her, his eyes wide as his breath caught in his chest.
"... Excuse me?"
She flinched. She opened her mouth to speak again, but no sound came out, and her muscles remained stiff.
She didn't move.
She COULDN'T move.
The sting of tears returned to her eye as she continue her stare at the floor. She flinched again as she heard his footsteps, unable to stop the small tear that fell as she finally looked up. She was met with his confused face, and she couldn't help as her lip trembled just slightly.
"I'm..." she tried, her voice trembling. He visibly swallowed, a nervous look in his eyes.
"I heard you..." he replied, his own uncertainty and doubt heavily laced in his own voice. He then frowned. "Emelia, that's... It's not..."
She shook her head.
"Apparently it is..."
"But I can't-"
"Karl, please..." she started, her voice cracking more. Her shoulders started to shake, and his body went rigid. "It was you... It HAD to be you." She looked at him with a pleading desperation. "The last time we had a villager was... was MONTHS ago... It's too far back, and... Karl-"
She stopped as she watched his face, her panic settling in more as she broke his gaze, staring at the ground while nearly hyperventilating. She was absolutely fucking terrified the more she spoke about it, as if they weren't the only ones down here.
He didn't move. He didn't want to believe it, even as it sunk in that she was right. He WAS the only one recently... But he had always believed himself to be entirely infertile. He didn't NEED to be careful because of what Miranda had done. He didn't think it was possible... He almost didn't WANT it to be possible...
... Did he?
Maybe, just maybe, the idea had been tempting at one point in his life. Maybe it was tempting while he still had the chance to 'escape' in youth, if he had thought it possible. Maybe unintentionally with someone he didn't care much about, just to say he could have... Just to say it could happen. But now? This moment in time?
He kept his eyes on her, but found himself lifting his hand towards her slightly. The movement only paused as she flinched, the smallest spark of fear in her eye.
"I won't hurt you..." He said simply. Emelia glanced down at his hand before forcing herself to relax as much as she could.
No... No, this was Heisenberg. He wouldn't hurt her... He would have by now of he wanted to. It's always how he was...
So why was she so afraid?
She watched with growing surprise as his hand finally found and settled itself on her stomach with a gentle pressure from his palm. It remained there, and he looked down at it.
"... Is he positive?" He asked quietly. She was silent, but nodded stiffly as she set her own hand over his.
"The signs are there..." she replied quietly. "Symptoms, feeling, the timing of it all... Everything..."
She couldn't stop the now constant flow of tears down her cheek as she spoke. Heisenberg was now the silent one, his eyes focused on their hands before he suddenly looked up.
"Does she know?"
Emelia couldn't help as the corner of her mouth twitched into the smallest amused smile she could muster.
"No... I threatened to butcher him alive if he told her..."
She relaxed just slightly as she heard a quiet chuckle.
"That's my girl..." He replied with an amused tone. His face then fell slightly, but not to anger. No, he didn't feel anger... It was an odd mixture of nervousness, concern, and... excitement? He was visibly torn about what to feel. "... You're sure...?"
"Y-Yes, I..." she tried, on the verge of sobbing again. But she held it back, instead choosing to focus on the feeling she wanted to.
She WANTED to be happy about this. It was her dream. It had always BEEN her dream. Even if Moreau was wrong... Even if the chance was there that the Cadou wouldn't allow it. Even if she had to live in fear of Miranda. She wanted to enjoy what she could, even if she knew it would hurt so much more to let go... And the most joy she had right now after so long of being trapped, after so long of being afraid, was finding out her dream was so much closer to being realized. She managed to give a small, wavering smile.
"I'm... I'm pregnant, Karl... I..."
Neither spoke for a few moments afterwards, and the only noises were the factory itself and her own quiet whimpers as she fought off sobs. Heisenberg was continuously silent for once. He didn't know what to think... Hell, he didn't know what to feel. Even he had accepted years ago that nothing like this would ever happen, nor was it ever a possibility. Even as they had their moments, there was never the possibility. They weren't human. The Cadou had altered their bodies to a degree, it shouldn't have BEEN a possible thought for either of them, even if attempted. But yet, here he was, in front of the only person he had ever quite cared for in years, being told explicitly that the thing he never thought would happen was, in fact, happening.
He was... He was going to be a father. He WAS a father at the current moment. If the fish man was right, that was... The idea raced through his mind multiple times at once, forcing him to focus on it and it alone for a few moments.
He was a father?!
He watched Emelia closely, gaging her reactions. Her hand had tightened around his as she gazed down at her stomach, tears running freely. Some landed on his glove, others to the floor. He could see the excitement in her face. He could FEEL the excitement... But he also felt her fear. Even he knew the dangers of this, and he wouldn't admit it, but he was terrified too. The very moment the child was conceived, they were in extreme danger... He knew damn well he'd lose her if the bitch found out... He'd lose her AND this new chance at odd life. He'd lose what he came to grow so oddly fond of in the first place.
The thought of this being ripped away by the one they both hated the most terrified him, and made him indescribably angry. Though he attempted to push the thought from his mind, it remained there. If that woman found out... If she caught wind of it. If she even so much as fucking glanced their way at any point after this... He tried his best to hide Emelia alone for her Cadou bonding to prevent her from more horror of being taken and 'tested'. He knew HE was considered 'almost perfect' to her, and was tortured for it-
He didn't want to know how his own child, the natural result of both of their powers, would be treated in attempts to revive the bitches own brat.
He remained silent with his thoughts, but suddenly moved to reach forward and bring her into a tight hug. Emelia jumped with a surprised yelp as she was nearly crushed to his chest, his arms around her in a possessive and protective, yet still careful embrace. He held her to him silently, his eyes on the molten metal that filled the moulds behind her.
She didn't move. She was admittedly almost afraid to move... But she carefully returned the hug as he finally nuzzled his face into her shoulder, gripping his shirt for dear life as her face went into his neck. He kept his grip on her before he spoke.
"Do you really think he won't tell her?" He asked, his voice muffled from her shoulder. She sniffled and nodded.
"Salvatore thinks of me as a friend... He promised not to." She said quietly, only to press her cheek to his. It just... felt right at the current moment. Any kind of 'affection felt right. "I also told him she wouldn't be angry if she didn't know. If he thinks she'll accept it, he'll do anything to make her happy..."
"I don't trust him." Heisenberg sighed, pulling away slightly, but still staying close enough to press their foreheads together. She managed to smile again.
"You never trust them, Karl." She replied quietly, glancing down again. She then frowned once more, returning one hand to her stomach.
"... Do you think the Cadou will let it survive...?" She asked, her voice a near whisper again. She felt at he paused, and he let out a huff.
"I can't lie to you, Emmy... I really don't know." He mumbled. She was silent before swallowing hard with a wavering breath.
"What do we do now...?" She questioned, looking back up at him. She was surprised to see his eyes down, focused on her hand. He didn't speak, instead moving his own hand to rest against hers gently.
"... We keep living." He finally responded. "Go on like nothing happened for now. But you can't be around that bitch, or she'll sniff it out like the goddamn witch she is... That means no outside, not like that matters much to you..."
"I'd much rather be down here anyway..." She nodded. "What about Soldat supplies...?"
"I'll get them myself." He finally pulled away, though held one of her hands carefully. "Come on. You should rest."
"... I'm not tired?" She said, now very confused as she wiped at her face with the other. He rolled his eyes.
"Then stay in the workshop with me." He started to pull her along, keeping a tight, yet gentle grip on her hand. "I don't want you out of my sight for the next few days."
"Why??"
He looked back at her.
"Because if that Freak decides to say a damn word to her, I'm not letting her come after you without me around."
She stared at him before nodding carefully with a nervous whimper. She trusted the fish Lord... But she also knew Heisenberg was right. If there was anyone who could hide her effectively, it was him.
"Does that mean I can't work...?" She asked suddenly. He chuckled, surprising her.
"I'll allow a break." He managed to joke, somewhat relaxing as he heard her irritated grunt. He glanced back at her again. "Look Emelia, as much as I know you like working, I told you I want you in my sight for the next few days. Unless I go down here with you, you're staying up there for now."
"... But it's cold..." she grumbled, earning another chuckle.
"You can have a few blankets, then. You can go back down without me once I know it's safe, and when you won't fucking pass out on me." He then went quiet for a moment. "... What did you tell the freak before you left?"
She paused, only to frown.
"I told him I'd let him know what happens..." she said quietly. Heisenberg shook his head.
"Well, think of something to tell him to keep him off your case. That moron can't keep a goddamn secret no matter if he promises or not."
Emelia stared at him before looking down. She knew he was wrong in that aspect... There were plenty of things she had told the fish Lord that he had kept from others, and she trusted him with this... But she knew Heisenberg had a point. The idea of lying to Moreau made her uneasy, but...
"... I'll think of something..." she mumbled.
He was silent for a moment before sighing.
"... Look..." he started, slowing down slightly to walk next to her, yet still keeping a light grip on her hand, "At this point it's for your saftey. Normally I wouldn't give a damn what he says... But with THIS?" He gestured to her stomach. She frowned, and he continued. "I'm not stupid, Emelia. I wouldn't trust any of them with this information. If, and I mean IF this thing actually happens, I don't want anything going wrong." He then lowered his voice. "I've already let too much happen to you regarding injury and putting you in that bitches path, I'm not taking chances with this. Do you understand?"
Emelia looked at him for a moment before returning her gaze to the floor. Of course she did... She didn't blame him at all for it. She might have done the same thing in his position...
"I do..." she replied, though looked up at him again. "But promise me something, Karl."
"... Depends on the promise."
She elbowed his side slightly.
"You need to promise to let me breathe every once in a while..." She said, letting go of his hand. "Be as protective as you want, but let me have some bloody peace if I ask."
"You know I can't guarantee that." He frowned.
"You'll have to."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you can expect a few new scars or another missing limb..." She growled. He was silent before chuckling again, though he knew she was VERY serious.
"I can try my best, Emmy."
She glanced over at him before shaking her head. This was... Odd. There was still an excitement in her chest as she looked down at her stomach again. There was nothing visible, and she knew nothing would be for a little while. That's if it would last long enough to hit that point-
No... She couldn't focus on that right now. She wanted to focus on the 'good', and the unbelievable. Honestly, she still didn't even believe it... It wasn't 'real'... Was it...? Would she be able to see it soon? Would it prove to be true?
Her hand went over her stomach again as she thought, pressing ever so gently with light taps of her fingers. She felt his eyes on her again as he watched her move, both intrigued and nervous by this new development.
"... You'll be fine..." he managed quietly, any hint of joking gone from his voice.
She simply nodded, but didn't respond. Sure, she'd be fine... It would all be ok.
... Right?
#Metalworks fanfiction#Metalworks Survival AU#oc#resident evil#resident evil village#re8#resident evil oc#resident evil village oc#re8 oc#heisenberg#karl heisenberg#lord heisenberg#re8 heisenberg#heisenberg x oc#karl heisenberg x oc#lovelywingsocs#resident evil fanfiction#resident evil village fanfiction#re8 fanfiction#heisenberg x oc fanfiction
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I posted 30,613 times in 2022
That's 13,803 more posts than 2021!
6 posts created (0%)
30,607 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 471 of my posts in 2022
#yeah - 9 posts
#yeah that checks out - 4 posts
#star wars - 4 posts
#thesexydolorosa speaks - 4 posts
#haha nice - 3 posts
#pink - 3 posts
#teal - 3 posts
#blue - 3 posts
#no i will not be taking questions - 3 posts
#haha yeah - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 98 characters
#timeskip to john frowning at billy sleeping on the couch of wherever john's crashing at the moment
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Staring at the wall for the last solid half hour thinking about The Outlaws but as that misery x reese's puffs x cpr meme
Jason singing misery, Roy doing the cpr one, and Kori excitedly behind them chanting about reese's puffs and just having the time of her life
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#4
Don't normally do posts of my own here, and think one of the last ones was about our old dog, Max, being put down. Thinking about it made me want to show off our newest family member!
Introducing our new baby, Gizmo! The first few photos are from when we got her, at the beginning of January! She's turning 6 months on the 6th, and I adore her so much. Her favourite thing is to curl up on my belly and I can't fucking wait for the day she tries it and kills me instantly.
See the full post
0 notes - Posted March 30, 2022
#3
Is your apple....juiced? Or is it piss again.
You sent me a bottle of piss didn't you
It's fiiiiiiine just take a sip it'll be FINE
2 notes - Posted December 11, 2022
#2
Once a year I can allow a single image of me to exist on the internet. These bitches aint coming off all day happy Homestuck
2 notes - Posted April 13, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
It's 4/13 and I just remembered I finished my kids! This is the bulk of ocs I made at the ripe age of 12, and now 11 years later they finally all have art! I started doing them as my 2020 new years resolution as a "fuck cringe culture, I'm going to openly like what past me loved" and I finished rhe last of them just before my birthday this year! I love them all so much please look at my kids I'm so proud of them
Still working on actually putting down all their information, since I put it largely on pause while I finished up actually giving them refs and have been giving myself a big break that I Deserve, but I'm so happy they're finally out in the world
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#tumblr out here telling me to tag more. Fuck you ♡
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tell us about takashi and mila!! :D
This is my third try at answering this oh my god please
I was gonna draw things for this answer but I don't have the energy today lol So have a meme to kick this off
And I'll put the rest under a cut because i could honestly go on!
Takashi and Mila are definitely my most tragic OC ship, they were only together for about 7 years before Mila died, RIP
But more about them!
Mila is Russian! Born in Kazan in 1955, she moved to New York when she was 22! That's where she met Takashi, and their first meeting wasn't the best lmao He pushed her (out of the way of something dangerous but she didn't know that at the time) so she wasn't a huge fan of his from the jump
Takashi is Japanese! Born in Himeji in 1950, his family moved to New York soon after he was born so that’s where he grew up! His family was pretty strict so he didn’t have many outside connections until he met Mila and he actually wanted to be around her lol It was basically love at first sight for him when he met her!
They’re so in love like oh my god once Mila fell, she fell hard and there was no cushion
Mila’s love language would be physical touch! It’d be rare to see them together and not see Mila touching Takashi in some way, she loves pda!
Takashi’s love language would be acts of service, so he’d take any chance he got to dote on Mila and do things for her!
And it only got worse when their daughter, Kimi, was born
Takashi is a hard ass with literally anyone else but Mila and Kimi, he loves them so much!! He’d fight anyone that even tried to hurt them!!
Unfortunately, Mila died when Kimi was just 5, so Kimi doesn’t have many memories of her mom. And Takashi was hit hella hard by her passing, especially because it was something sudden
But Takashi was still the best dad he could be! He and Kimi had a bit of a falling out when she got older, but Takashi didn’t hold anything against her. And he didn’t question her when she showed up at his door years later when her own tragedy happened
If Takashi and Mila had the chance to be in their grandchildren’s lives, they’d be such good grandparents!! They’d be the kind of grandparents to absolutely spoil their grandkids!
I actually made a family tree just for this response lol
Takashi, Mila, their daughter Kimi married August and had Mirai and Andrea, Andrea married Luca and they had 3 kids, the twins Minerva and Cantoria and their adopted baby boy Parnassus!
Some of this art is so old good lord I need to update them lmao
But yeah, that’s all I’ve got for now! Thank you for asking! :D
#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#gold-kobold#oc#original characters#Takashi#Mila#Kimi#August#Mirai#Andrea#Luca#Minerva#Cantoria#Parnassus
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1, 11, 13, 27, 33, and 50!!
Thank you!! :D I love getting a chance to talk about these guys! Please don't judge me too hard for the art LOL, I don't spent nearly as much time as I should drawing my OCs
1. Your first OC ever?
I genuinely don't remember which one was my first, but it was either Calamity or Vlad! Both of them went through multiple iterations, but Cal was the main character of the first novel I ever wrote (in middle school! iirc it ended up being 180k words long, holy shit) and Vlad didn't have anything consistent about his design other than "rainbow emo hair and red headphones." Vlad was a little bit of a joke OC that I mostly just drew when I felt like using colors while doodling, and Cal was a blue-haired, blue-eyed alien gal with superpowers
I just spent a million years trying to dig up photos of them for visuals LOL, but here's some art of them by baby emsloe!
11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?
Oohhhh man I sat here for ages trying to think of one. Do I have any cheerful sunshiny OCs? I probably do but don't remember???? Everyone I can think of off the top of my head is at least a little angsty, oops
13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?
Tef! Where she comes from, it’s common for people to name their kids after traits they want the kid to have, and her full given name is Instinctive. She exclusively goes by her nickname bc she’s really resentful about her full name - she tends to be super impulsive and it makes her life harder. She’s contrary as heck! But she’s well-intentioned and she tries so hard and her friends mostly accept that she sometimes shows affection by causing problems
27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?
Seth was!! I was on the bus, doodling, and listening to this when I came up with him. He's changed a lot since then, and he definitely doesn't fit this song's vibes anymore, and also I still have NO idea what this song is about, but every time I hear it I still think "Ah, the Seth conception song"
33. Your shyest OC?
Probably Serendipity, from the same world as Seth! Despite being buff and heavily tattooed and generally scary-looking, she's usually more intimidated by people than they are of her. She's also one of the nicest people in this story and if she were a little more outgoing I'd probably have listed her as the "sunshine" character for question 11
I also don't have any good art of her, but here's a sketch I did while trying to figure out what she looked like. I think I'm going to have her be More Buff than this though because why not:
50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want
Thinking about and writing this story (with Seth and Tef and Sera, above) has been honestly so nice! This is the first time I've sat down to write a novel outside of nanowrimo since middle school, and it's so nice to have a self-indulgent project to put thought and effort into, ya know? Lots of found family, and people learning to heal and trust again. I'm just writing the kind of story that I want to read and so far it's been really fun! I've been trying to avoid yelling at people about it because the setting and backstories are a little hard to describe concisely though LOL
#asks#This might be the first time I've put a picture of seth on this website despite having tagged so many posts for him#or ANY of the death mechanics tbh#I'm living my best angsty life with this project but also I don't want people to judge me LOL#Also I can't draw bald people for shit... hair hides many sins. alas#as u can imagine tef's got the same tattoo/bald head situation as Seth and Sera do#but she didn't do the blackout tattoos that Sera did and she tends to let her scalp go fuzzy between shavings#Sera also has darkened her sclera and re-stains her teeth black every few days#She just likes the aesthetic#long post
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KFP OC I’m working on :3
(kept this draft for a long time and now this OC is gonna be sprout to life!)
Young Asiantic cheetah
Sword fighter and Kung fu student under the authority of Master Croc and Master Ox
Fanboy/geek/simp
Relationships: Crane (love interest), up coming OC's dw (family members), Po (best friend), Tigress, Viper, Monkey, Mantis, Ox and Croc (father figures)
(Please yes, I am aware that Crane looks terrible- I’m still trying to learn how to draw kfp style so please bare with me -_-’)
Backstory: Jian lived happily in a cheetah village up until he was 7 years old, when a genocide laid on his village. He was severely injured, (as shown above, Jian's scars are still visible) but thankfully survived. His parents however sadly didn't make it. Jian travelled the far lands of China, grabbing what he could to survive, almost risking jail a few times just for stealing a apple or 2, until a flock of exotic birds (yes, birds. You read it right) found him wandering the streets of gongmen city, and took him in as their own. Jian soon grew attached to the birds and gongmen city, along with the idea of Kung fu. The reason he grew attached was because of watching Master Crane and the dragon warrior fight for Jian's city in the battle of lord Shen. He knew that Kung fu would teach him how to defend and avenge the innocent, and went to the Kung fu council and begged them to teach him. After a lot of convincing, he was brought under the authority of master croc and master ox. The 3 learned pretty quickly that Jian was more experienced with sword fighting, and he soon became a noble warrior and student, protecting his home from bandits and/or intruders!
Fun facts:
-Jian is actually Chinese for sword
-though he loved all Kung fu masters, he was more intrigued by master Po and master crane
-the flock of birds that raised Jian are actually from Spain in Europe, but fled because they were in hiding from some lion mafia, so they taught Jian Spanish and English, while he taught them more Chinese. So Jian is tri-lingual
-Jian found out he was actually gay because of his sudden and hidden crush on Crane
-the person who caused the cheetah genocide is actually another OC I'm planning to be the next villain
-Jian actually has a lazy eye! If you look closely enough in both Jian's eyes you could see that his left eye is set a little lower than his right
quotes:
"if I should lay down my life to protect this valley as it's protected me, then that's what I'm going to do!" Jian to Croc and Ox, trying to convince them to teach him kung fu
"THE FURIOUS 5 AND DRAGON WARRIOR! Y-YOU'RE ALL HERE! AS IN... *accidentally drops sword* oops.. HERE HERE! oh my goodness and I'm actually talking to you guys! hOLY FUDGE!" Jian to Po and the furious 5
"I feel like you and I have a lot in common! I mean, we both lost parents in a genocide, we were both raised by people in the bird family, we both grew very fond of kung fu, and... let's face it, we're both dorks. ehehe.." Jian to Po
"*slams door open* EY! MI FAMILIA! QUE PASA MI GENTE!? donde esta Tonio? Mis Amigos realmente podrian usar su ayuda!" Jian to his bird family :3
"oh, yeah! I've known these guys for as long as I can remember! these birdies have helped me so much! I guess... that's probably why I grew attached to you." Jian to Crane about the birds
"OH MY GOODNESS! y-YOU'RE THE MASTER CRANE!! EEEEEEE!!! i-if only you could understand how much of a big deal you are to me! I-I've seen how majestic you look while you were fighting those wolf bandits in the battle of Shen and it was just... WOW! ya know what I mean?" Jian to Crane for the first time
"*spins swords* yeah, I'm pretty much an expert when it comes to this baby- *accidentally bonks his head and massages it* ....ow....." Jian to Monkey and Mantis
"*is on Crane's back* w-wait! c-could you take it easy there, Master Crane? I'm... *Crane soars high into the air* I'm afRAID OF HEIGHTS!!!!" Jian to Crane
"hahaha! you think a little blood is gonna scare me!? well guess what?... BECAUSE OF YOU, I LIVED IN BLOOD! YOU CAN'T FUCKING SCARE ME ANYMORE!" Jian to up coming villain OC
I'm hoping to maybe write a book about this OC and a bunch of others, on wattpad and maybe fanfic.net, and a little comic for tumblr and deviant art! well... that is if I get better at doing anthro ;-; seriously, my kfp fanart is shit. why do you think I made the (now discontinued) human dragon avatar au??
also another thing, I DID base Jian’s outfit after demon slayer
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Trials and tribulations chapter 1
Based off of my OC's
Kane, are you satisfied with your life?
What if I told you there's a home for people like you?
A school where you'd be surrounded by your peers to master the deadly arts.
Welcome to King's Dominion.
Nearly a year now Kane Saito had been at King's and six months since he and Billy Bennett had begun dating.
Everything seemed to be going fine until Billy found out Kane had been keeping a secret from him.
"When were you going to tell me that not only are you apart of the Kuroki Syndicate but also Saya's brother!" Billy shouted storming into Kane's dorm room, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Half brother Billy. Same dad, different mom," Kane said calmly, turning around in his desk chair where he was doing his homework.
"She's still your sister Kane! You've been here a year and neither of you bothered to mention this to anyone," he said crossing his arms.
"Saya was raised to be apart of the Kuroki I'm only here because I have no other choice," he retorted.
"What are you talking about?"
"I had a normal life Billy, I was supposed to go to Juliard and instead I'm here... as if Juliard is going to accept an application from a school for assassins that doesn't exist to the public. I want nothing to do with this place or the Kuroki's," Kane stated.
"But if you never came here we wouldn't have met," Billy replied.
"You are the only good thing about this damn school Billy, even if I am counting down the days till graduation."
Billy was beginning to calm down, taking a seat on Kane's bed.
"So do you and Saya like… hate each other or something?" Billy asked.
"I mean Saya's okay, but we haven't exactly tried to have an actual relationship," Kane shrugged.
"Did you know about Saya before?" He questioned on.
"I didn't find out about Saya until my mother told me on her death bed that my father cheated on his wife with her and had a bastard child who was well, me. She told me all about the Kuroki which was his family lineage and now that i was 16 i had to come here and bare my birthright in the group or they would consider me a traitor and kill me," Kane explained.
"Why didn't you ever tell me," Billy said softly.
"Because I'm still trying to process it all myself… and it feels like my mom betrayed me and i hate her for it."
"Oh."
"While Saya and I are related, I'm a bastard legacy and I consider myself a Rat," Kane shrugged.
"So this is why Yukio hates you so much," Billy sighed.
"He thinks I want to take Saya's place as head of the Kuroki and if anyone were to replace Saya he wants it to be him."
"Well it is your birthright," Billy stated, "and wouldn't it be kinda cool to be in charge? No one would fuck with us then."
"It's not what i want Billy," Kane said sternly noticing his boyfriend getting hyped over the idea, "so please.. Just drop it."
"Okay, okay," Billy said playfully raising his hands in the air and stepping in front of Kane, "you want to fool around until potions class?"
Kane grinned and pulled Billy into his lap, "why don't we just skip class today?"
"I like the way you think," Billy said before kissing him hard.
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"What's up with that new kid, Marcus?" Kane asked looking at him down the hallway of lockers.
"Rumor says he burned down an entire orphanage," Lex told him.
"He looks like a little prick, no way he has the balls to do that kind of shit," Kane huffed.
"I don't know, he looks like he has an edge to him. What do you think Billy?" Petra added.
"I think he looks like a fun time," Billy said innocently.
"I think he looks like he's been tweaked out and there's more to the story," Kane said under his breath not liking the way Marcus was looking at Saya.
Kane and Saya might not have the best relationship but there was no lying he cared about his sister, even if she didn't want him to.
"Looks like the new kid wants to shag your sister mate," Lex laughed.
"Shut it Miller," he grunted, "just because you all know Saya's my sister now doesn't change anything."
Saya noticed Kane staring at her and Marcus so she rolled her eyes and walked away leaving Marcus confused in the middle of his sentence.
Kane had a bad feeling about Marcus, he couldn't put his finger on it but there was something off about him.
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"So the new kid," Luca said with a gravelly voice.
"You really want to talk about Marcus now?" Maria said lifting her head from where it had been between Luca's legs.
"I'm just saying, he was checking you out when you guys brought him in," Luca muttered as Maria gripped him particularly hard with her hand.
"Well it's not his dick in my mouth now is it?" Maria retorted.
"Forget i said anything," Luca replied throwing his head back in pleasure.
Maria was about to return to her previous activities but there was a knocking on her dorm room door.
"Shit," they both grunted, Luca scrambling to get his pants back up and hide in the closet.
"Maria, it's lunch and you stood me up," Chico said entering the room with two of his boys.
"I'm sorry Chico I'm not feeling so well," Maria lied.
"Oh baby what's wrong?" Chico said faux worried.
"It's just that time of the month, cramps are killing me," Maria told him.
"Say no more," Chico replied, Maria could always get him to stop asking questions when she used that one, "you rest, I'll have Alvaro bring lunch to you."
"Thank you baby," Maria said kissing his cheek.
"You know I always take care of my girl," Chico said smugly.
Luca however rolled his eyes from inside the closet.
"I will see you later mi amor," Chico said exiting Maria's room.
When they were gone Maria opened the closet door for Luca.
"He's so full of shit," Luca grumbled.
"He's Chico, he owns me and there's nothing I can do," Maria sighed sitting on her bed.
"I promise you Maria Salazar," Luca said taking her head in his hands, "one day you and I will be together, far far away from this place and Chico, nobody owns you."
"I can't wait for that day," Maria smiled before kissing him.
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"So you're fooling around with Luca Giordano," Saya said approaching Maria at the sink in the girl's bathroom.
"Shh," Maria said looking around making sure no one else was in there with them.
"Don't worry I already checked, no one's here," Saya assured her.
"How did you figure it out?" Maria questioned.
"I saw him leaving your room earlier," Saya told her.
"You're not gonna tell Chico are you?"
"Of course not Maria, Chico is a flaming piece of shit," Saya said shaking her head, "just tell me Luca treats you right."
"Luca is incredible… I love him," Maria says leaning against the sink.
"Then you're secrets safe with me," Saya smiles.
"So are things getting any better with your brother?"
"I don't know, Kane was practically giving Marcus the death glare when he saw me talking to him," Saya sighs.
"You and Marcus huh?" Maria teases.
"I mean he's kind of cute," she said blushing.
"Kane's just being the typical overprotective brother," Maria assures her.
"We've only known each other for a year he hasn't earned that right yet."
"Maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt."
"Maybe he should try harder if he wants to be my family," Saya retorts.
"It's a two way street Saya, you're not gonna get anywhere if both if you don't try harder."
"Are you going to Siobhan's party Friday night?" Saya said effectively changing the subject.
#deadly class imagine#deadly class oc#maria salazar imagine#maria salazar x oc#billy bennett imagine#billy bennett x oc#saya kuroki imagine#saya kuroki x oc#kane saito#luca giordano#oc fic
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Save Me • Prologue {bts x reader}
summary: When everything (Y/N) did in her life was to live for her parents, never doing anything for her own happiness, the pressure becomes too much and she finds herself on a bridge, ready to jump. But someone saves her.
genre: angst, romance, slightly smut.
warnings: mentions of depression / suicide / suicidal thoughts / self harm, possibly smut in next chapters.
pairings: min yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader, park jimin x oc, other bts members x reader ( platonically ).
words: 1.477
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Please keep in mind, English isn't my first language and this isn't edited yet. Also, let me know if you'd like another part of this!
" All my life I wanted one thing : to make my parents proud. They didn't have the chance to live the life they wanted. My mom and dad were young when they got married and had my sister. My mom was just 19. She never had the chance to go to university or even finish highschool. They had me eighteen years later, when they were older. Since I was a baby they've raised me to be perfect : go to church with them, have the best grades, don't date until you finish school, give up art and go be a doctor. And that's what I did. My whole life - I gave it to them. To mom and dad. So I could live in order to make them happy. They gave up their dreams for my sister and then later for me. I had to make them happy. But then...how did I end up here? One jump away from ending my life."
(Y/N) cried softly as she climbed on the railing of the bridge, her mind already made. She was 21 years old and sick of the life she lived, even if her life didn't even begin. No, that wasn't her life. It was the projection of everything her parents wanted for her. But it wasn't her life. What she wanted. Or what could be.
She graduated highschool, the first in her class. She got a scholarship at one of the best schools that was in South Korea, Ajou University. She even learned korean so she could attend. Hell, her best friend even moved with her so she wouldn't be alone. The two girls lived together for three years now in Suwon,a place they both loved, truly. Really close to Seoul itself. Things seemed great, right? Wrong.
How did (Y/N) - the cheerful, happy and positive young girl end up on a bridge by the river, where cars were passing by fast, while her feet were trembling on the railing as she was saying her last goodbye to the world.
When did everything turn to shit? Maybe it was that one time in middle school when she had to pick an highschool, she was in the 8th grade and a few months away from having to apply to a highschool.
(Y/N) chose an Art School, but her parents didn't approve. So she went to another one she despised for four years.
Or maybe it was when she was 17 years old and found out about Ajou University - a far away place from her home in Europe, so she decided that she would study hard, apply and then move there. This time her parents approved, since it was a medical school. Her heart was already shattered, so it wasn't a problem that she had to follow an University she didn't really like.
"Medical school will give me an opportunity to help others, so this way I won't waste my life, " was what she said the day she finished highschool and her korean classes.
She was 18 and ready to move out, countries away, to study medicine just to make her parents happy. Of course, (Y/N) got lucky as her best friend - Asha, moved there with her. The girl was one year older and already fluent in both korean and japanese, so she took that as an opportunity to move to one of her favorite places.
Even so, (Y/N) never once complained about her life, her struggles, her every day depression. No. She just kept going and smiling and doing everything for her parents. Because they deserve to be happy, even if she wasn't.
They gave up their dreams for her, it was only fair she did the same. That's what (Y/N) always told herself.
Now, after three years of university, (Y/N) couldn't do anything to stop the suicidal thoughts that were clouding her mind lately.
Everything was too much. The studying was taking up most of her time, even if she and Asha lived together they rarely talked or even seen eachother, she had no other friends, she lost touch with her older sister, her parents weren't pleased with her life yet.
She felt like a failiure.
And failures don't deserve to live anymore.
"I'm sorry, mom and dad, I know I've messed up bad. I should've done b-better," (Y/N) cried one last time before jumping forward, but before she could feel the wind surrounding her whole body or the adrenaline or the panic, a hand grabbed her wrist pulling her back up.
"No, no, n-no, " the girl sobbed loudly as she felt her legs touch the solid ground as a pair of arms wrapped around her body, holding her close, " Why would you fucking do that? I was finally going to be free!"
The girl continued to cry and shout, trying to push away the man who just saved her life - even if she didn't see it that way,
(Y/N) just tried to push him away, failing to see the other six figures that came out of the van, the only one that stopped at the end of the road.
They all looked worried at the small frame of the girl, lying on the ground while someone else tried to comfort her. But it didn't work. She hated that person. Why did he have to ruin her chances at being free?
" Why?" she stuttered, unable to control her cries, "Why didn't you let me d-die?I just wanted to die, " (Y/N) muttered once more before all the exhaustion and pain caught up to her, making her eyes close and her body go numb in the arms of her mysterious savior.
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It was one exhausting day for Min Yoongi, seeing as he and his band mates ( or more likely his family now ) had practice early in the morning, then had to go and shoot a video clip for the promotion of the new album they had to put out for the world and their faithful fans.
Now, already being extremely late, they were going back to Seoul. The van was really quiet. The younger ones sleeping in the back, while Jin and Hoseok were chatting between themselves.
Namjoon, the one sitting besides Yoongi, was lost in the music he was listening to. So that left Yoongi admire the landscapes they passed by.
And as everything around him was quiet, he couldn't help but relax. Even if everything inside him hurt and he didn't eat anything that day, somehow Yoongi was feeling good. He did his best at work today, he was pleased. Happy. In a weird way that most people wouldn't understand.
Somehow, lately his life has been so good. He felt grateful for everything he had and everything the band accomplished.
Min Yoongi was truly happy. And nothing couldn't bring him down now. That's what he thought. But when the van passed by a bridge, the last one before exiting Suwon, his breath hitched. And his mind went blank, Yoongi wasn't even aware when he yelled at the driver to stop the car.
"Yoongi, what the hell?" Hoseok yelled after his friend as Yoongi quickly got out of the van and ran across the street, making a few cars stopped to honk at him, the drivers cursing loudly.
Hoseok's eyes widened when he noticed Yoongi's hand grab someone else's. Someone who jumped from that bridge. Gulping the man woke up the other three guys, " Let's get out, something bad happened, " he muttered as Jin and him were the first ones to get out of the van, walking in Yoongi's direction.
"No, no, n-no, " the girl sobbed loudly as she felt her legs touch the solid ground as a pair of arms wrapped around her body, holding her close, " Why would you fucking do that? I was finally going to be free!"
Yoongi only tightened his grip on her when he heard the words she spoke. Oh, how familiar was he with that phrase.
I was finally going to be free.
That's what he also told himself, years ago when he wasn't in a good place and he contemplated suicide himself. He was in the dark place, hell, he hit rock bottom. Just like the girl that was trembling in his arms.
He wanted to tell her that eventually things will be better, that death wasn't going to be the answer, but from her next words Yoongi felt her hatred. And he understood. A little too well. Shortly after, her body relaxed as she passed out in his arms.
"Yoongi?" a voice whispered from behind him. Just like (Y/N) he failed to notice the other silhouettes behind them. Sighing, he got up, carrying the girl in his arms, bridal style.
" I'm not leaving her here, so let's go home, please. "
#bts x reader#min yoongi x reader#min yoongi#jungkook x reader#jungkook#park jimin x oc#park jimin#fan fiction#one shot#depressing#oof
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I'm feeling slightly better than I was yesterday.
I bought stuff for Spot with the last of my money to cheer myself up, as I'm getting paid in two days.
One of the Spots I ordered arrived and I gave them a bath.
Got chicken strips and potato wedges.
I'm still extremely upset about the news from yesterday. I'm trying not to take it personally but saying "I hated doing commissions" and me being his primary commissioner, getting one almost every month, has made that hard.
I guess this means I shouldn't obsess over one friend and their art and should try being closer to multiple people and being a supporter of multiple artists.
Every time I get too attached I always end up getting hurt because I'm too clingy.
But as I said, finding that sweet spot when it comes to artists is very very difficult. All the good artists who aren't creeps are so popular that getting a commission slot is impossible.
This year has just been "the year of distance" and it sucks. Everyone being distant in real life due to the virus I think is normalizing reclusion even online.
I tried to shower like a non disabled person today and guess what? I bruised my horrible little nasty sternum by falling. It feels kinda weird now and hurts. It makes me think more about whether I have wires around it or not. The bone would have grown around the wires right? Hopefully it's just bruising and it's not like, extra delicate because it was at one point in two halves, so it broke. Baby bones are basically cartilage so it would have grown properly right?
I know nothing of medicine.
So I'm sticking to baths unless I want to get a shower chair. Only issue is there's no space for one.
Our slumlord house owner was going to raise our rent but can't because of the virus. That's some good news. Hope it stays that way. We're already paying way too much for what we get here.
I had a pretty bad breakdown last night but tonight I'm not feeling that. Still really sad about recent events though.
Actually befriending artists is really hard and a big issue I have with finding artists online to commission is I prefer them being my friends as there's a level of comradery and understanding so ehhhhhh. I had several people do art fight attacks for me this year out of the blue so maybe I'd be able to network and become friends with other artists but that's so hard for me. My friendships pretty much are lightning in a bottle rare events that brought us together. I don't actually know how to intentionally make friends.
I wish Fishy had more free time and Shynox and Lili and Arti came back. Oh well.
I found out that the camera I wanted to get for when I finally get my service dog doesn't save photos digitally. It sucks because I really wanted to have a modern instant camera that also had an SD card for the photos as backup but nope. The new Polaroid doesn't do that. It's just a regular old style instant camera. No digital features. I'd dig that if the saga of the Spot photos and the ongoing search for a place that still develops negatives didn't force me to get with the times and acknowledge for once in my life that "digital is the answer"
So instead I'm helping my friend buy his camera and he'll be taking photos for me. I'm sad because after my first digital camera broke I wanted to get a new one but finding out that the one I wanted didn't do what I needed it to do sorta just made me give up.
The pet store where I got stuff for Spot had things on clearance. Everything I got was clearance. I also saw a glow in the dark collar but I just thought that Spot wouldn't like the material and that it would be something my future service dog would like and that made me feel sad so I left.
The quest for a very large stuffed dog that looks like Spot continues. I found a pattern that someone could make one, but do you know how to sew things? I thought not. Neither do I.
I'm excited for the OC release of Paper Beast even though I won't be able to play it. Gotta build my new PC but that means dealing with modern PC parts which is something I've been fearing. I know how to assemble modern PCs, but I'm so behind with the technical aspect it's hard. I don't want to just buy a prebuilt, that's a waste of money, but due to the virus, going to a local shop is out of the question too.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'm getting by, but that I'm not happy. I'm just sorta riding the waves wherever they move and hoping for the best.
I'm hoping my friend's new camera will be good for photos of cuddle clone Spot and also my HoD collection.
I've got some ideas for commissions though. Just don't know who to commission lol
I've got one in the works now though. First one from an artist I thought was cool and is nice to follow. Seemed excited to work on my idea.
My friend made me this and it makes me feel happy.
Hopefully I'll have an easier time sleeping tonight than I did last night.
Maybe I'll try writing instead. But since my mood is awful we know it's going to take a dark turn.
I might try searching around for artists some more, especially once I get paid.
It's not the end of the world. I'm just hurt lol
Anyways, update done. Talk to you guys later.
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