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tangytiramisu · 1 year

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You Are The Stardust Crusaders’ Favorite Anime Character

Warnings: None!

Jotaro Kujo

He’s apparently canonically a fan of Shonen Jump, so he’s quite a nerd even if he doesn’t look like it.

He’d most likely know you if you were from a Shonen Jump series or a popular series from another publisher. If you aren’t from Shonen Jump, it would take him a while to consider reading your series or watching your show until he finally decides to give them a shot and ends up really liking them.

Being reserved, he doesn’t openly gush about you, but he recommends the series to close people like Kakyoin (if the latter doesn’t know about it already).

While he isn’t really the type who collects large merchandise, such as posters or t-shirts, he will silently support you by buying a couple of small things like buttons or bookmarks.

While he browses anime stores, Star Platinum immediately rushes over to the stall for your series, much to Joot’s embarrassment.

He will stay up all night reading a chapter or watching an episode when the plot gets juicy. Who needs sleep anyway?

He will shed tears if anything really bad happens to you but only in the confines of his room where nobody can witness it.

Even if he has never told Holly she knows of his love for you and your series and will buy him merch of you on his birthday 🥹❤️

Regardless of how interesting the story may be to him, the main reason he invests in it is you. He just wants his husbando/waifu fictional bestie to succeed.

Noriaki Kakyoin

He’s a big nerd, so he’d have read and watched your series regardless of its popularity.

Before he met the rest of the SDC he didn’t have people to gush to aside from Hierophant and his family, but after having met his friends he would occasionally bring your series up in conversation, especially to Jotaro.

While he doesn’t openly rave about it, his eyes light up and he’s more animated that usual which makes the others interested in your show too and it’s just so cute— 🥹❤️

He most likely brought one of the mangas with him on the trip too and showed the others some cool panels.

He also recommends that they check the series out for themselves and tells them that they would love it.

I could totally see him having a blog where he talks about his interests and comes up with detailed theories. There are endless posts about the symbolism behind your series, which have garnered him a pretty large following. He has a picture of you as his icon.

Would write fanfics of you and they’re really well written too. He gets your character just right. 😤👌🏻

He’s got lots of merch, including posters, shirts, keychains, and even cosplay of you (yes, even if you’re a girl, and yes, he rocks the fit).

He puts his art skills to good use by making gorgeous fanart of you and sells some at conventions.

He sometimes thinks about what you’d be like in real life, how you’d look, and what it would be like to meet you.

Like Jotaro, he will stay up all night watching your show. You can’t tell me he hasn’t finished a whole season in just one night.

He has memorized all of your most iconic quotes and has integrated them into his daily vocabulary.

If we’re talking modern AU, he 100% makes tiktok edits, icons, and memes of you and follows fellow fans on social media.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He had most likely never even heard of anime until meeting Jotaro and Kakyoin. The latter introduced him to your series and he was already hooked. Mostly because of you.

While he’s more into the classic super hero genre of fiction, if your series is something different it doesn’t really matter to him because you’re the MC and he loves you.

Unlike the tamer Jotaro and Kakyoin, Polnareff has no filter when gushing over you. He will endlessly rant about how amazing, attractive, and incredibly cool you are. The others roll their eyes albeit fondly.

He’s extremely excited when he finds out that he can buy merch of you. Expect him to start saving up for a lot of stuff.

Imagine seeing a large, muscular man walking down the street with chibi (Name) earrings. We’re living for it.

While he may not be the best artist, he does try to redraw some cool panels of you from the manga.

He updates the others about where he is in the series and what his opinions are of new content.

While watching the show, he loudly cheers you on when you do something cool.

Like Jotaro, he will totally cry if something bad happens to you in the show but he will fearlessly do it in front of the others. They all comfort him in their respective ways because they’re good friends.

He doesn’t care if the story is fictional. He holds grudges against characters who hurt you and absolutely loves your friends.

Like Kakyoin he imagines meeting you in real life, but his daydreams are more romantic in nature.

Since your series is his first ever anime/manga, he’s enthusiastic about trying out other series, though yours will always be his fave ❤️

Muhammad Avdol

He’s a very well read person who has traveled the world, so he would know what anime is.

While he may not be a “fan”, he appreciates the art and can be found occasionally browsing through manga to pass time. However at some point he finds your series and eventually grows attached to you.

He’s a calm person, so you won’t hear him openly gush about you, but anyone who catches him reading or watching your series will see a smile on his face.

He will openly praise the creator of the story for how well they had written you and recommended this series to anyone who may ask.

He will occasionally discuss the story with Kakyoin and they’d theorize about it.

While he isn’t an avid merch collector, he does have a few trinkets here and there consisting of keychains, stamps, buttons, and the like. Most of them are (Name) themed.

He prefers reading to watching the series, but won’t hesitate to pop in a cassette if he doesn’t have the manga with him.

Ok hear me out about this one,,, he will probably read a couple of fanfics about you. Nothing weird, but he likes seeing other peoples interpretations of your character. He leaves really sweet comments too ❤️

Lmao there’s a high chance that he read one of Kakyoin’s fanfics without knowing who wrote it—

Overall a very chill and wholesome fan 💕

Joseph Joestar

He likes reading comics, so he’d most likely stumble upon your series in a comic store during his time in Japan.

He remembers Jotaro mentioning manga in passing, so he’d decide to grab whatever was displayed on one of the stalls at the very front of the store.

What he wasn’t expecting was to get absolutely hooked.

This series is so good??? And the main character is absolutely amazing???

It would be so hard to get his head out of the book. You’d pretty much have to snatch it out of his hands.

He’d totally gush about you to Jotaro, who’d mumble his catchphrase and fiddle with his hat, but he’s secretly somewhat happy that his grandpa likes the series.

He would also gush to the others and pretty much everyone about how awesomely written you are and how your series got him into manga, which is very wholesome 💖

Will get into an argument with anyone who dares insult you because you’re his favorite anime character.

He’s a huge fan of the merch and would by anything under the sun as long as you’re on it. Yes, he even has (Name) themed socks that he wears with pride.

He will haggle for expensive stuff.

He has a little keychain of you dangling from his rear view mirror.

He doesn't mind reading the manga or watching the anime, he loves it.

He has cassettes that consist of your most iconic moments; basically retro versions of "(Series Title): (Name) Moments!" Youtube videos.

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mandiemegatron · 7 months

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\\ 𝑭𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊 & 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 //

18 + ONLY, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Rated: M, sexual themes present. // period sex, rough sex, inappropriate uses of fishman senses 😈

A/N : hehehehe didnt I tell yall I'd be posting something abt this ? This ask has been running rampant in my head since I got it and this was what came to mind. Half headcanons, half lil ficlet, incredibly filthy all around 🤭🤭💖💖 as always, these are my own personal headcanons, you may enjoy and use them as you please but DO NOT claim them as your own, I WILL cry. And also be nice if you don't agree - you can just move along, no need to be mean 😤 OKAY smooch smooch love you all so much, be good my lil tangerines! 💖💖💖💖💋💋💋 [if u see errors.... no u don't 💖]

♡&♡ ; Living on the Ploar Tang was a wild experience - not only due to being one of the two women on board but it was definitely a big factor. It took three months for Shachi to finally admit he had a huge crush on you, only for his mouth to drop open when you admitted with bright red cheeks that you liked him too. Everyone on board felt like they could finally breathe afterwards, laughing and poking fun at the two of you whenever they saw you together, but neither of you minded, deciding to laughing along instead. You loved how silly he was, how carefree and uplifting he could be and you couldn't deny, it kinda made you horny. Warmth would spread easily over your skin when he flashed those sharp teeth at you, a loud laugh falling from him at whatever Penguin said. You made it your mission to jump his bones as soon as possible. Luckily, you didn't have to wait long, getting pulled into his and Penguins shared room and having your brains fucked out all night long.

♡&♡ ; your third time together was almost perfect, halfway in the middle of ripping each others clothes off when Penguin burst in the room, eyes wide and face bright red as he took in your naked breasts. He quickly covered his eyes with a shriek, mostly out of embarrassment for you rather than himself, and you couldn't help but laugh. You quickly ran to the door and pulled him in, shutting it behind him and taking his hands from his eyes. You couldn't stop the cackle that rose as he immediately stared at your tits, fingers twitching in your grasp as he fought an inner turmoil. Shachi pulled him out of it by saying, "You can touch her, ya know." Immediately, Penguin pulled his hands from yours and grasps your breasts, thumbs brushing over pert nipples, cashing you to whine softly under your breath. Taking a hand away to grasp the lower part of your face, Penguin gripped it tight enough that you couldn't move away and smashed his lips into yours.

♡&♡ ; Your first time with both of them was memorable, for more than one reason. Hands clawing at skin, leaving angry, red marks and lips pressed anywhere they could reach, the three of you tangled in each others arms. With you kneeling on the bed, sandwiched between your boys, you couldn't help but wonder how long they must have talked about doing this. Their hands were too precise, kisses too desperate and needy - something told you this wasn't a spur of the moment thing.

Shachi's sharp teeth dug into the spot between your neck and your shoulder, biting down hard enough that it broke skin. A guttural groan rumbled from him, muffled by your skin as his tongue roughly licked over the wounds. He had two fingers knuckle deep inside you, his other hand roughly gripping your hips in a death grip helping you fuck down on his fingers.

You didn't see how his eyes moved to Penguins, only looking to him when he pulls back to laugh, a confused sound coming from Penguin behind you. You narrow your eyes, your hand resting on his chest poking him a few times as you huff out,

"What?"

Licking blood from his teeth, he chuckled out,

"Nothin', just.... I made a bet with Peng and he lost."

You turned your head to glanced up at Penguin, who wore a bright red face, his hands stilling on your breasts, your nipples still caught in his fingertips.

"...I don't get it..."

Pulling his hand from you, Shachi raises it to your face, a wicked, almost sadistic grin on his face. You groan loudly in irritation and embarrassment at seeing his bloodied hand, your face turning bright red to match.

"G-god, I'm so sorry - fuck! I'm early, that's such bullshit, I'm so sorry-"

You suddenly wince as you realize Penguins hands had been beginning to grip your breasts a little too tight, your hands moving to tap his forearms (the code word you chose just in case things got too overwhelming) but you paused as Shachi moved to the side.

You were only able to give him a quick, confused look for a second as it quickly turned into an expression of surprise as you were tossed forward, your hips in Penguins rough hands as he wrenches your hips up.

You moan as he suddenly enters you, his hips snapping against your ass as he lets a low, filthy groan fall past his lips. One hand leaves you, only to slap harshly against one cheek, a sob pressing past your lips as Shachis hand gently runs over your hair.

"F-fuck, Y/N, fuck, fuck-"

Penguin finally begins moving, his thrusts desperate and calculated as he pulls right out to press right back in, your velvety walls fluttering around him as he pulls you closer to the edge.

Shachis hand tightens in your hair and your head is lifted, your eyes taking in the sight of his weeping cock. His breath is shaky as he stares down at you, his pupils blown to the point his eyes were almost entirely black, the sight sending a rippling shiver down your spine.

You took no time bringing his cock into your mouth, your tongue swiping over the length and cheeks hollowing, making sure to mind your teeth. You gag as his hips snap into your face, his fat tip bruising the back of your throat as he face fucks you. His head falls back, his own moans falling in tandem with Penguins and your own, the room echoing with sounds of sloppy fucking.

You fall apart first, pulling away from Shachi for a moment to cry out, tears and your essence staining the bed as you squirt all over Penguin. The man gives a shuddering cry, his pace quickening with deeper and more shallow thrusts, sobbing out your name as his hips snap into you a final time, feeling his cock twitch as a gooey warmth fills you.

Shachis free hand grips his aching cock and he places the tip on your swollen lips as he rasps out,

"You better fuckin' take it all, babe."

Your mouth falls open and your tongue envelopes the bottom of his tip. He groans at the sight, giving a few more rough tugs and he falls apart, your mouth immediately taking him in as you suck him down, eyes squeezing shut as you gag back at the texture. When he can't take anymore, he pulls your head back and whimpers out your name, his breathing shaky and quick as he stares lovingly down at you.

Cleaned, showered and in matching pajamas, you sat in Penguins lap with your legs in Shachis, one hand in each of theirs. Penguin would press gentle kisses to the side of your neck every once in a while, a soft almost purring sound rumbling in his chest as he brushed his nose against any skin he could reach.

For some reason, you were having difficulty paying attention to the movie the projector-snail was showing on the wall, suddenly turning to Shachi who rose an eyebrow at you while pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"What did you mean earlier?"

He chuckled and asked innocently,

"Whatchu talkin' about babe? I said a lot of things earlier..."

You rolled your eyes as he wiggled his brows at you, a sneaky look om his face.

"What bet were you talking about?"

Both boys froze.

You sat in the silence for a moment until you finally sighed out loudly,

"Uh, hello?!"

Penguin only groaned, hiding his face into your hair.

"Oh! Yeah, that, huh..."

Shachi could only snicker for a moment before he finally admitted with a smug look,

"I bet Peng that you were gunna bleed today."

Your eyes widened and your face burned, a shocked sound falling past your lips before you asked,

"Are you fucking serious?"

Penguins grip around your waist tightened and you pulled your hands away from them to groan into your palms, embarrassment taking over before it was replaced by utter confusion.

"Wait, what? How?"

Leaning closer to you, his nose brushed your neck and he pressed a few butterfly kisses along your skin before chuckling softly,

"...We could smell it."

Your mouth fell open and you pulled your face into your hands again, this time nearly screaming into them. You pulled them away after a second and you breathed out,

"Holy fuck."

Shachi laughed, grinning at you before pulling you into a deep but quick kiss, his sharp teeth playfully nipping your bottom lip.

"Yeah. Is that hot or what?"

You can't help but snicker softly, rolling your eyes again as you admitted,

"Homestly, I'm just glad you guys aren't turned off by, ya know... all that."

Penguin shook his head, pulling away from your hair to press a kiss to your temple as he murmured out,

"No, it's amazing, you're amazing."

You turned your head slightly to narrow your eyes at him jokingly.

"I am amazing, yes, but this is not amazing. You don't get it, if I could make you guys feel the pain I have to deal with, you'd want to die. But, I love you regardless."

Penguin grins down at you and laughs out,

"But it is amazing! We get to fuck you raw like this, and as much as I love being safe with condoms..."

You turn a bit in his lap as he pulls you into a demanding kiss, his tongue easily dominating yours for a moment until he pulls away, a dark look in his eyes as he almost moans out,

"There's nothing that feels better than filling my honeys pussy."

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #one piece #one piece smut #headcanons #shachi and penguin #shachi x reader #penguin x reader #shachi/penguin x reader #fishman shachi #fishman Penguin #🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭#this was SO much fun to write hehheh #ive had this sitting in my drafts for a while so i decided now was time to finish it 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖💖#BONE APPLE TEETH MY LOVELIES 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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worldsfromhoney · 7 months

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Greetings, plebeians

This is your resident unknown and attention-depraved author/writer, BEE/bee/beE/🐝

Here’s some stuff about moi:

I like… tea. YES I LIKE TEA 🍵🍵🍵 it’s quite honestly the greatest invention of all time

I also like reading. That’s kinda like a hobby that all writers are mandated to say. Which is reasonable.

I’m a fan of miniatures and piano. Yeah, I did try them out. Yeah, I did fail spectacularly, thank you! ☺️

I also like painting but the therapy one and not just a blank canvas that sucks the soul out of artists lol

What do I write?

I write… stuff. BEAUTIFUL, HEARTBREAKING STUFF, mind you. But it’s still stuff, so lemme elaborate.

Speculative fiction - if you idk this, it’s really just a mix of fantasy and sci-fi; the ‘what if’ genre

Urban fantasy - don’t get me wrong, I love high fantasy, but urban is waaay easier to worldbuild

Steampunk & other punks - PUUUUNK 🤘🤘🤘

Horror and thriller - mostly psychological and body horror, don’t worry! I don’t do jump scares or anything ☺️

Slice of life - mwah my heart and soul mwah

Others - yes, I am capable of doing other genres 😤 I’m a multi-faceted bee, you know?

DISCLAIMER: what I write might only reflect upon my psyche and state of mind but that is not a guarantee

My WiPs

I am proud to say that… I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!

*gasp* what ever do you mean bee? Are you quitting writing? *sobs*

No, my darlings.

i just have no big projects to boast about right now. I feel like big projects aint my thing at the moment and pushing myself only led me to disappear from the internet for a month 😞

What i do have are short works i randomly choose to write and post here on tumblr !!

✨ FICLET MASTERLIST IS HERE ✨

🐝 POETRY MASTERLIST IS HERE TOO 🐝

If you’re interested, please comment on this post or reblog or DM me if you want to be put in the taglist!!

Does that mean you accept… requests?

…………yes. Yes i do. Go and flood my askbox you plebs !

Am I anywhere else?

Please. It’s 2023. Of course I’m… everywhere *cue evil laugh*

Bluesky - if you haven’t heard it yet, tis the new Twitter… cuz it’s literally made by the old creators of that glorious blue bird *cue a moment of silence*

Tiktok or Twitter - do not look for me here

Tumblr - EYYYYYYYYYYY i post ALL my stuff here !! They’re really just bait to hook some writer friends 🥹

Ko-Fi - ehem ehem i know first drafts are considered shite but BUT i have decided to make them available for perusal yes you can burn your eyes to anyone who buys me a cup of tea ~

Patreon - i finally have one!! I’m still setting it up tho and prepping all the content 💛💛💛

I’ll be doing a patreon soon enough actually so look out for that

How I organise myself

Well i wish this is applicable to actual life because i’d very much like to know how 🫡

Jk, here be the tags:

#bee writes some stuff - my micros, my flash fics, my text posts

#bee plays some games - tag games !! which i have never played before till now !!

#bee does some prompts - this will definitely see the light of day… someday

#bee stalking some writers - what it says on the tin

#bee answers some asks - omg i only added this because someone actually sent me one *faints*

#bee saves some stuff - there are way too many resource posts that i’ve scrolled past cuz idk how to tag

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writer introduction #hello world!

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aclowntiny · 6 months

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hi!! I know you said soul exchanges weren't necessary for requests, but I'm more than willing to give mine up for this one because it's a universe I adore

superhero!ateez meeting reader. who or what the reader is? entirely up to you 👀👀👀 (the possibilities are endless omg)

((also plz I've been binging all of your writing because it's just so amazing. the cute stuff just gives me lil butterflies and the fuzzies))

yELLS you’re the sweetest actually 🫶🏻 trying to balance all of my stuff & writing, but hopefully what I have out isn’t the last of the butterflies 🦋 & fuzzies I’ll be giving you 🥰 also this is such a good AU idea??? OMG not me spending forever thinking about their powers 🫣 tried not to just drop them directly into famous heroes’ roles… but Yunho HAD to be spiderman & I will not apologize 😤😝 also, I’d be down to do a part 2 for sure hehe

Warnings: some gun/minor violence/death references, some blood, suggestive comment(s), some pain/peril for Reader, long post lol

Meeting Superhero!Ateez

Hongjoong

Magic was not something to be tarried with. It was not a substance one could bend to their will, it was an art and a fickle one at that.

No one understood that better than a person who wasn’t meant to have it in the first place. He hadn’t been tricked into selling his soul, lost himself in some foolish, evil deal, no. Oh, no.

He’d gone and died.

It had felt just like blacking out when he’d been hit, coming to like the collision was barely beyond a concussion. But the world wasn’t the world when Hongjoong awoke.

There was no sun, no plants, only twisted, dead roots, and the people passing by him little more than glowing wraiths, some looking more human than others. His first reaction was to hold his hands before his eyes, exhaling in relief at the sight of their flesh. Except it felt like his ribcage had shrunk; he was unable to get as much air in or out as usual, every fight for air shallowed.

“What’s happening? Where am I?”

“This is the Underworld,” a low voice replied from behind him, sending him shooting up to his feet and turning to face its owner.

A woman perhaps twice his age, one draped in loose black veils falling around the tight shadowy raiment she wore. Her hair like emerald flame wreathing an expression of dark curiosity, like Hongjoong were a bug she hadn’t decided if she was annoyed by.

He was confused, but not afraid. “Well, I want out. There was so much I was in the middle of out there. I can’t lose it all in some accident. I can barely breathe down here!”

The woman chuckled deeply. “Getting sent back is no simple task. We do not idly accept mistakes.”

“Isn’t there something I can do?” Hongjoong urged, stepping forward and gazing into the woman’s blazing green eyes.

“You will never be fully living again. To return is to become a conduit of the Underworld.”

“Will I be a ghost?”

“No, but your humanity will never fully be restored. Death’s connection is inescapable. A part of you will forever be tied to us. Is this what you wish?”

Hongjoong had a career up there. Friends who weren’t ghosts. A hard drive full of projects. A distinct lack of green flame littering the ground. Music. Fashion. Whatever life he could have. Breath in his lungs. The words escaped his shallow chest so quickly he barely realized he’d spoken them. “Yes, it is.”

The deal was sealed willingly and the Underworld faded away, the final sight in Hongjoong’s eyes those points of green burning into his soul.

Nothing seemed different when breath rushed fully back into his heaving lungs or when he crawled from the wreckage of his car. His feet still hit solid ground as he walked back to his apartment under the night sky.

And the next day when he was yanked into an alley by two dark figures, his heart sure beat. And when they, speaking of him being the one they were sent for, raised knives, surely it was a one-way ticket out of his second life. Maybe he’d be like a cat, get nine…

All of the stress, every endorphin pumped through Hongjoong’s newly-reanimated body, dropped from him like sweat and arced out as green flame.

The cloaked assailants recoiled at the flame, cursed as glowing forms rose from it. Two of them little more than skeletons, one of them much more humanoid. More like the wraiths Hongjoong saw. More like the Emerald Lady herself. He couldn't help recoiling himself, glancing down again at his hands in disbelief. That was of his making?

The duo of skeletons lashed out first, parrying dagger with sword. You sealed the deal, slamming the butt of your polearm down upon the concrete and sending cracks erupting across the charcoal grey. Beneath their staggered feet, a fissure opened up, sending the men plummeting to some unknown doom.

And with that, you turned to Hongjoong, head cocked with interest. "You're going to be hunted from now on."

He took a deep breath, balled his hands into fists. "What did she do to me?"

"Why do you think she let you go so easily? You're the next Crane."

Tempting was it to look away from the burning glow of your eyes, so similar to the ones who bore him half-escape. Hongjoong wasn't the sort to give in, though. "What does that mean?"

"You were never meant to come to the Underworld, even witness it. Whatever your memories tell you, that was no ordinary accident you were in."

Seonghwa

When you first saw him, sparks flew. Literally.

You’d been focused on the mission at hand, hovering above what you hoped was the main jet for infiltration when a burst of the most beautiful glittering energy sparked before you, wavering like the Aurora Borealis at the edges as it struck open the adjacent craft. It was enough to shake you from the crosshairs haze of disabling anything, stealing your gaze over to the sweeping flight of a black-haired man in a dashing caped suit of violet and silver.

Stories of such a man had reached your ears. “You’re the one they call Cosmos, aren’t you?” You called, mirroring the smile that rose to his lips.

He nodded. “And you must be Depth Charge.”

“I will have you know that that was not my first choice,” you replied as you sent a pulse echoing through the jet’s steel, “or my choice at all. It barely makes sense. I go up, not down.”

Cosmos chuckled at that. His eyes sparkled like the stars in his little energy burst trick, giving him an air of innocence despite his trim figure, the way he sailed through the sky in that l roguish suit. Maybe this was going to be a fun fight after all.

He swerved narrowly past a barrage of jet-fire. “Maybe we should talk when we’re not, you know, attempting to prevent the theft of confidential technology?”

"You're no fun," you mock-scoffed, smirking and boosting yourself to the next jet with a pulse of energy.

"And you're not the one getting shot at!" He fired back, blasting more crackling, star-studded energy at the next barrage before ducking below the shrapnel.

"Yeah, yeah, just come back me up, I see our guy," you urged him, crawling to the top of the jet and focusing the waves you felt into a bladelike space.

The hole had just been cut open when Cosmos swooped in next to you. He was somehow taller than you'd pictured once you saw him up close, serious expression completely changing his bearing. You studied his profile for a few seconds before sliding in through your entry hole legs first. Boots hitting hard floor with a wince-inducing jolt up your ankles, you readied another sonic blade and crept closer to the cockpit. Some shuffling at your back told you Cosmos followed close behind.

Two goons rose from their seats at the sight of you, landing a couple of punches to both of you and even managing to knock you over before you sent their inertia right back at them, slamming them against the wall as you held your surely-bruised jaw. For all his spark, Cosmos held his own in hand-to-hand combat. Well, relatively speaking. He ended up knocking his opponent out with a surprising roundhouse kick. You smiled again, giving a shake of your head.

"What?"

"Extra," you chuckled.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied, extending an arm to the cockpit door, "would you like to do the honors?"

"Thank you, my good man," you humored him, peeling open the door to meet with a faceful of gun barrels.

"I would stay back if I were you," the head thief remarked. Geez, was the guy reading an old movie script?

"I would stand down, actually, unless you'd like to sail through a hole torn in space," Cosmos told him, standing firm.

Your jaw dropped as you turned to face him. "You can do that?"

He gave you an urgent look.

"Sorry."

"You wouldn't risk letting this device go any more than I would," your enemy sneered, tugging his tie into place.

"I wouldn't have to. That's kind of the thing with being able to manipulate gravity. And yes, I can do that."

With that, he raised a hand and the jet flipped upside down. No, wait, you flipped upside down, drifting into the air against your own volition and flailing fecklessly for a few flaps before firing off a balancing pulse. The case drifted loosely in the air, into the hands of one of the gunners, and then right back out as Cosmos summoned it forth. The men opened fire instantly, bullets drifting slowly into air filling with faint whisps of smoke. Both of you banked hard left to dodge the fire, grunting as you hit the wall hard, but Cosmos stood firm again, offering you his hand. Taking it, you felt yourself hurtling through the air, a familiar sensation as speed returned, then the harsh blasts of wind upon leaving the hull.

"Sorry I stole your target," he told you as he drifted and you blasted away, gazes turning from the final jet's descent.

"Stole it?" You snorted, giving him a smile. "I believe that's called helping me. I'm not exactly in this for the brownie button."

"Oh, yeah, what was it again? For fun, right?"

"Something like that," you agreed.

"By the way, if we're going to be working together, we better know each other's names. Real names. My name is Seonghwa." And there were those stars again, lighting up his dark eyes in a manner far too on the nose for his hero name.

Heart fluttering, you gave him your name.

Yunho

Fortunate. That’s how many people described living in a city with a guardian. Hopeful, like if they were to get into trouble, that very man could, in the most literal sense, swoop in and rescue them. It was like magic how he appeared at the scene of wrongdoings- it only added to the feeling that he could see all that occurred through the hustle and bustle of the proverbial concrete jungle.

For Yunho, it was a lot of pressure. Phrases like the man, the myth, the legend hit a little too close to home. What if he were to let someone down? What if one day the mask got yanked off and all everyone saw was a fresh college graduate semi-desperately searching for a job to apply his major to? He didn’t always feel like a hero, just like a man doing his best to help out.

A man with wishes and dreams like any other. Oftentimes that wish was simply for life to be normal again. Like, he had been granted this amazing opportunity and yet it still fell like a burden across his heart sometimes. Especially when he looked at you.

You were his next door neighbor, the occupant of the apartment adjacent to his. Some days you both would be out on your balconies at the same time just staring out at city lights with your favorite drink in hand and you’d glance across the way and smile at each other. Start a little conversation. What do you think those people across the way are doing? Man, you wouldn’t believe this customer at work today. Whatcha got there, the usual?

It dawned on Yunho sometimes in some poetic delusion that you two took and occupied identical spaces, yet they would be wholly unknown to the other. Made reflections of someone still learned. It made him want to clean his apartment, frankly.

It put things into perspective about his powers, too. One time his spidey sense went off and he told you to step back, only for a bird poo to land exactly where your head would have been. As a jest you’d called him your hero, but the jolt that sent through his heart was anything but funny. Fuel, that’s what it was. Motivation to be the man, the myth, the legend, even in the smallest way.

The sense rang through his body, slid down his spine, mere seconds before the cry for help. Yunho would have recognized that voice anywhere.

As he launched a web out and swung closer to the sound, his heart pounded. It had never been anyone he knew before. It wasn’t supposed to be someone he knew. But it was you. Sailing between buildings, he stuck to the top of the nearest one, gazing down at the man before you and narrowing his eyes at his wild gestures. Without warning, though, he was grabbing you, pinning you to the wall and reaching a hand-

Thwip! A hand that was pinned to his side before it could even reach a weapon, touch you again. Swinging out from his viewpoint corner, Yunho slammed into the creep with his feet, kicking him off of you. In retaliation, he landed a punch with his good hand.

“What is this,” Yunho lowered his voice lest you recognize it as your neighbor’s, “‘I can take you with one hand tied behind my back’?”

Before the man could reply Yunho tied him down again, not wanting to stoop any closer to his level of brutality.

“I think I’ll have a word with the police on you. Heard they were investigating a bunch of abductions. It’s about time they got some practice in.”

Footsteps rang out as you ran to his side. “Spiderman! Thank you! I had no idea if anyone would hear me, but I should have known!”

“Hear you? I could feel you,” he replied, “well, er, that is, I… I have this, you know, danger sense and I-”

“Hey, it’s ok. I get it,” you said, wrapping your arms around him in a quick side hug, “I know you’re nothing like that guy. Your partner’s lucky to have a guy like you.”

“Well,” Yunho’s voice lowered even more as your eyes peered into his masked ones, as if you could see him, “I don’t actually have one. No one’s really into, uh, yeah.”

“Well, then, can I do this?” With two fingers, you motioned near the edge of his mask, sliding up its corner.

Yunho inhaled, eyes widening beneath their white affects. “Sure.”

Your fingers felt cool when they brushed the edges of his skin, staying true to their word as they peeled up the tiniest section of his mask. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It took everything in Yunho not to giggle then and there.

“Thank you again,” you breathed as you leaned back.

“No problem,” Yunho replied, “need a walk back home?”

You put a hand on your hip. “Since when does Spiderman walk?”

Chuckling, he shrugged. “Thought offering a swing might scare you.”

You smiled. “I’d be down.”

“Alright, then, hold on tight and name the address.”

Yeosang

It was just another day on the streets of Seoul. The day's bustle had taken its toll on the sidewalk, crowding the strip with bodies and voices. All Yeosang wanted was to get out of there. No sooner had that thought occurred, though, was he reflexively granted that wish: one of the multitudinous passersby careened sideways into him, and in his startlement he’d disappeared entirely.

Cursing internally, he searched for witnesses, sighing with relief at the simple alley he’d unthinkingly sent himself to. Premature relief, for as he turned to leave said alley, there you were standing as if frozen in a bend over a trash can, eyes wide as saucers. He felt his own eyes reflexively widen, resisting every impulse to disappear again and leave you just wondering if you’d gone crazy, never to see him again in a city that large.

A smile spread across your face. “That was awesome! Dude, you just teleported!”

“No, I didn’t,” he deadpanned, taking a few steps toward the alley opening.

“Ok, gaslighter.”

Yeosang stopped dead in his tracks, turned to fix an eye upon you again, sighed. “You understand what a big secret you just witnessed?”

Straightening, you shot him a finger gun. “So you did teleport?”

“Yes, I did. I know how this works,” Yeosang answered, “what will it take for you to keep quiet?”

“Are you a superhero?” You asked, skipping over a scattering of alley trash to move to his side.

“I-” Yeosang sighed. Most days he felt more cursed than heroic. Burdened with secrecy and threats to all who stood for differences, deviations of any kind. But a mutation like his? Inherently greater safety than most challengers to Seoul folk. Dodging the proverbial bullet. He’d managed to teleport a woman who jumped off a building and have a conversation with her. Weeks later. She saw him again, said she considered him her hero. Humbling to say the least. After the long pause, he swallowed. “I try.”

“That’s so cool! What you need is a sidekick.”

“I’m not exactly spiderman,” he replied sheepishly.

Your eyes darted briefly away, then back to his. “Home base?”

“I mean, I live somewhere already, but-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, waving a hand, “I mean like a secret hideout where you can conduct your operations and keep your research with your…administrative assistant.”

“Ok,” Yeosang chuckled, “that’s a pretty clever workaround for ‘sidekick’. But you have to realize people like me aren’t exactly caped crusaders. It’s not an organized thing, I don’t have a danger sense, I just…help where I can.”

At that, you nodded, eager expression finally sobering a bit. “I know. I had a friend whose family attacked him over his powers. He barely made it out of there. I don’t even know where he is now. I guess I just want a better face for you guys. Maybe I just want to make a hero.”

Oh. Yeosang was not expecting that. His eyes widened, softened, blinked. “It’s a nice thought, but maybe let’s start small.” A part of him couldn’t believe he was even implying an agreement, but he’d been alone for so long. Alone wanting to believe someday the world would change.

“Like some cameras? A red-string sort of situation on local crime? Bullet dodge training?”

“I, uh, I think I’ve got the last one covered,” Yeosang replied, putting his hands in his pockets and finally shuffling toward the alley horizon, squinting as he crossed the sun’s threshold.

“You’ve been in a shootout?” You gasped, following him with a hand out over your wide eyes.

“Shh,” he hushed you, glancing back and forth at the thankfully empty street, “I told you! I try to help where I can. Even if it means making myself a target. I’m much harder to hit than the usual robbery victim.”

“This is so cool. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Yeosang.”

You gave him your name, glanced back at him from the peripheries of his vision. “They ever give you a nickname?”

“They usually just say I’m like trying to hit a ghost.”

“Ghost,” you murmured, “that could work.”

“Maybe it could,” Yeosang murmured back, smiling faintly into your wide grin, “maybe.”

San

Most of the other workers thought you were too young. You looked more the age of the test subjects, they said, despite you denying any presence of the mutagens. All you wanted was to understand them, just like anybody else. After all, harnessing the genetic component that allowed adaptation that fast had both amazing and terrifying implications for humanity. Implications not lost on the subjects themselves. It was for that reason that you were assigned to the one dubbed safest for beginners.

He was a young man about your age, a man with well-sculpted features and a contagious smile-on the rare occasion you got to see it. It wasn’t a happy life, after all, in a laboratory quarters, even if they did “simulate comfort”. It was a lie and everyone knew it- those were no apartments. They were cells. It was no way to live, and there you were working there and contributing to it.

Well, sort of. “Ok, I know they say no pins in the walls, but I keep hearing how the guy who likes to give himself bear claws has practically scratched the entire things off his room, so seems a bit hypocritical. I got your old Day6 poster,” you told your subject, holding up a few pushpins in one hand and his poster in the other.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” San asked, grin emphasizing his charming dimples.

“If they fire me, they lose the latest honors geneticist, so I don’t think they want to risk it over a poster.”

“Good point,” he conceded, accepting your gift and crossing the room to pin it on the wall nearest his bed one corner at a time.

His motions were careful, calculated- far less erratic than many of the other subjects’. Subjects. You kept using that word. Dehumanizing. Was that the end goal?

“Alright, what do you think?”

San’s voice cut through your thoughts, directing your attention to the band now displayed upon his wall. One small addition and the room had that much more personality. That much more San.

You smiled. “I like it.”

He nodded toward all the guys in the picture. “Who’s your favorite?”

“I dunno,” you mused, pointing, “that one’s pretty handsome.”

“Young K? Oh, everyone tells me I look like him,” San grins.

“No, they don’t!” You tease. “You would’ve just said that about anyone I called handsome!”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “gotta have some fun before my daily blood sample, huh?”

Smiling sadly, you just nodded, stepping back to take up your syringe tray from where you’d set it on his bookshelf.

Shrill warnings echoed throughout every corner of the alternately dimming and brightening laboratory, lights flashing their own alarm as your feet struck the smooth, institutional stained concrete. There’d been a containment breach, an immediate interruption to your protein synthesis as battle stations rang.

Restrain. That was the order. As if you could do anything against a guy with bear claws or venomous barbs or someone with the agility of a cheetah. That was why your company wanted the source so badly- super soldiers and all that. Always soldiers. Never curing wounds. Never jellyfish immortality. None of the subjects had thought of that one, either, as far as you knew, but then you’d yet to witness anyone using the mutagen’s power.

What could you do? There was a taser in your pocket, a small standard-issue you’d received in case of this very unlikely scenario. Restrain was about the only chance you had, but the thought of running into the breach barely crossed your mind amidst the chaos of scrambling compatriots and banging doors as the mass escape began.

All you could think of was reaching Quarters 314. San’s room. It was insane, it was stupid, it was the absolute irrevocable death of your career there- but then again, so would all the subjects escaping be.

If a bunch of the most powerful mutants you housed were escaping already, you wanted San to have freedom. Every cent you had, you’d bet that he could walk back out onto the streets and never hurt a single soul. That’s why they gave him to you in the first place- he was complacent. Kind.

304. The moment the door entered the haze of your vision, you slammed your key card on the lock sensor pad and tumbled in.

San was hunched near the doorway. “What’s going on, did someone get hurt?”

“They’re escaping. All the strongest ones,” pausing for a heartbeat, you reconsidered your words, thought about how every man and woman in the building had the same skills, “well, all the fighters. Come on.”

His eyes, shining as ever, widened. “Are we evacuating?”

“No,” you shook your head, grabbing his hand, “you’re leaving.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This might be your one chance to get back out there and live. I’ve been coming in here every day for weeks. You don’t deserve to live in a cell. As badly as I wanna know how you work, this isn’t a life for anyone. Do you want out?” You asked, tone firm despite your frantic heart, searching his eyes.

San nodded. “Ok. Thank you. I can get us out.”

You frowned. “Us?”

“If this is all on the cameras you stick everywhere, they won’t be your biggest fans anymore.”

“Good point. Are you going to…” You trailed off, unsure how to broach the subject.

He hummed in response, those soft eyes you’d seen every day hardening like never before and that sharp jaw setting. He squared…braced himself.

“You don’t like doing it, do you?” The question came out of your mouth before it had fully entered your brain, but to your relief he didn’t look annoyed.

“Depends on what it is. You haven’t seen it, have you?”

You shook your head.

“Well, sorry this is your first time,” San said, and with that, his shoulders squared again, his head falling as if struck down.

Subconsciously, you reached out hands at his pained expression, but what could you do? It was all inside him.

At least at first. Soon, the slick fabric of his moisture-wicking regulation top was splitting, bursts of blood spraying as new bone and tissue arose, tendrils that solidified into sharp flesh-toned blades before bursting into feathers. Tears fell from San’s eyes as he shakily rose back to his feet. He’d just grown wings.

And as if all that blood and tissue and the sheer amount of development occurring over mere seconds was little more than a strenuous workout, he wiped his brow with his left hand and extended his right.

“Alright, let’s get out of here.”

Mingi

Sometimes he wondered why he was chosen.

What it was about him that another race from a different planet would think he had what it took to bear and protect one of their greatest treasures? He’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe the right place. The demand had been simple- keep it safe until others arrive for it.

The crash had happened when he was home, a sound so deafening it was like the world was ending. Shaking as he was, Mingi had run outside into the rush of the night wind, out along the smoke trail in the woods to see if whatever catastrophe had had survivors, if victims. And survivors there were- ones a bit odd-looking. Almost human save for the violet hue of their skin, the pointed tips of their ears, the vertical slits of eyelids revealed when the woman’s visor fell from across her eyes. Their skin felt different, too, as Mingi pulled them from beneath crushed metal and fire, firm and with smoothness gently interrupted by texture he could only describe as like small scales.

They didn’t look happy with him, but still accepted his help stumbling between trees and back into his home. They understood bandages, accepted beds. Swore Mingi to secrecy even as they thanked him days later. Be it technology or some uncanny occasion, they could speak to him. They could understand.

The mission they’d set out on was one of guardianship; the relic, something of myth, needed new housing and a new bearer.

“The one worthy will be selected,” the man told him in his deep, faintly accented hiss of a voice.

It was an imposition, sure. But how often did aliens land near one’s property guarding a weapon of legend? Mingi’s whole week had felt like a dream, and until he woke up the least he could do was deepen its lucidity.

“Can I see it?” He asked, peering up earnestly into their snakelike eyes from above the intricately carven and paneled box of steel with the most incredible iridescent shine he’d ever seen. Its contents had to be even more beautiful, right?

They watched, glanced down at the way his hands hovered reverently, stared back into his eyes.

“You are not of deceitful mind,” the woman replied.

“It is not out of depth that he welcomed strangers into his home,” the man shot back.

“No, it was out of kindness,” the woman insisted, waving a hand over the box, “as a reward, you may look upon the Heart of Steel.”

Gingerly, she traced some of the lines that Mingi had barely noticed with the tips of her long fingers, reaching beneath the bottom and holding her hands there until the top of the box simply floated a foot or two above the remainder, held by some microcosm gravity that drew a breath of awe from Mingi. Reflexively his fingers stretched toward the contents of the box, a smooth metal teardrop shape crafted from that same resplendent material.

Heat radiated from its small surface the moment he moved closer, sending him drawing back, but like a magnet it shot after him and into his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said, glancing at both of the beings who still hadn’t offered him names, “I swear I’m not doing this!”

“No,” the woman shook her head, snake-eyes wide, “you are being chosen.”

“And you expect me to believe this why?” You asked him, brow arched.

“Because,” Mingi put up his hands in defense, eyes scanning your form, “I didn’t even want to touch it! Why would I steal this thing I know nothing about?”

“Delskvlln was right. Not a deep thinker,” you commented.

“See? I know him! They ended up telling me their names! His wife was…er…Syssmerlyss? I am so sorry if I’m not pronouncing it correctly.”

“Well, the accent needs work, but I suppose Syssmerlyss was right- you have a certain kindness about you.” You took two steps closer to him, half-tapping, half-pushing him on the shoulder twice in a gesture that probably didn’t fully translate. “Come on, then, we have training to do.”

“Well,” he scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly, “sometimes the suit doesn't cooperate, but I think I’m starting to get pretty good with the gravity swords.”

“It gave you the swords?”

“Heh, uh…yeah?”

Wooyoung

It was hard sometimes, using such abilities for good. Had he so chosen, Jung Wooyoung could have become a world leader, a dictator even. But that thought terrified him. The pressure sounded unbearable. No fun, either, not that former friends hadn’t tried to convince him countless times to use his gifts for that, too. He preferred the traditional methods of seduction, were he to desire employing any at all.

Accessing minds was Wooyoung’s least favorite skill, in fact. Seeing and hearing thoughts was crushing, uncomfortable, an unfair dominance. Bouncing twice as high as a person should be able to with a force field, though? Making things levitate out of people’s hands? Bee’s knees.

He'd been a rogue in the city, just a wanderer who did what he could to help others when he wasn’t working. Flinging the gun out of an armed robber’s hand, blocking bullets with force fields, even fighting back when he had to.

They just didn’t learn. He couldn’t help scoffing a bit and teasing them when they fired at him.

“Now, gentleman, isn’t this a bit insulting?” He’d ask, casually flipping a hand as the bullets ricocheted and buried themselves harmlessly into walls. “And besides, I don’t want to hurt you. I just think this doesn’t belong to you.”

Cue him summoning the stolen money or goods right from their indignant hands and, eventually, back to the rightful owner. After convincing them all to stand still with their hands in the air, of course.

There had just begun whispers of his presence, trepidation at the prospect of an illegal smuggle or a robbery for the first time, a name for him emerging when he faced the first true opposition.

“So, you’re the Vigilante everyone’s talking about, are you?”

“Is that what they call me?” Wooyoung shot back.

“Guess you aren’t in it for the fame,” you snickered, stepping further from the shadows of the doorway, a tube-shaped device Wooyoung didn’t recognize in your hand.

“What do you want with me?” He asked, glancing at it and crossing his arms.

“Ideally, you to get out of the way,” you replied, flicking something on the device and sending it unfolding with large cracks, climbing up your forearm like a mechanical caterpillar and glowing at the tip once your hand was completely enveloped.

“Out of the way of wh-” He didn’t have time to complete his sentence before a bolt of energy arced his way, his instincts barely kicking in in time for him to launch away from it.

Putting up a force field, he stood his ground, staring at you with new interest. “You’re part of the weapons racket, aren’t you?”

“A plus, genius,” you replied, smug satisfaction glinting in your eyes, “the city isn’t going to need you much longer.”

“You’re right,” he said, “because I’m about to kick your ass.”

Another bolt of purple energy came at him, shattering the faint glow of his field. Wooyoung’s jaw dropped, but he quickly righted it as he moved closer. It felt like his whole body clenched as his energy focused on peeling the device off. You winced in pain and jumped back as the gun fired an erratic shot that rained chunks of ceiling down behind Wooyoung’s back, sending a little lightning strike of guilt across his heart, but he kept at it, sending each piece yanked off to your side to fortify the restraints he was making. You struggled, panting and tugging as he worked, kicking aside his work and scrambling toward a panel on the wall. With each button you pressed, Wooyoung slid your feet out from under you, but in the end he heard the dreaded activation beep. The look you turned and shot him was a mix of defiance and resignation that shook him to his core and froze him to the spot. He didn’t even stop you as you ran away, just slid the nearest couple pieces of your contraption towards himself, grabbed them, and made his own flight out before the place blew.

Shielding himself from the heat and sound, he knelt and examined the scraps. Luck was on his side, it seemed; he’d gotten the chunk bearing manufacturer and serial number info. For the first time in his life, Wooyoung wasn’t going to just deflect and run- he was going to chase you down.

Jongho

It was cloudy. It was almost always cloudy. Not exactly ideal conditions for your lot, but what were you going to do? Couldn't exactly bottle sunshine, as they said.

Not that they weren't probably trying. Scientists had gone positively psycho in your city, the hottest trend being harnessing the elements. Success rate? You, at least. It wasn't supposed to be you. Maybe not anyone, for that matter, but the spores ended up in your body regardless. You'd heard that they were supposed to be used or they'd take over, but the call to do so was strong regardless.

Trees planted on the sidewalk suddenly bloomed and flourished. Green sprouted in odd hosts within the concrete jungle. Flowers out of sidewalks and the like. Anything to combat what the rest of humanity was doing, right?

That was all it had been until someone saw you. An older man, betrayingly grandfatherly, began a mild conversation that quickly deepened, progressed to him requesting your help in an investigation on the very place that exposed you to their research.

"Why me? I barely spent any time there. I wasn't the test subject, it was an accident!" Never had you realized you were afraid to return until it was asked of you. The infection was hell until it stuck, pain all over your body like you'd never known, violent reactions as your body writhed and tried again and again to reject the foreign invasion.

Then poof, there you were as the city's chlorophyll ninja.

"Because you have been inside. You've visited once, why not again? They'll never suspect a thing, and if they do, you're armed with something much greater than what I got."

"Oh," you raised a brow, "so this is personal?"

"It's beyond that," the main replied quickly, gaze darting from yours, "but yes. I'm getting older. This sort of mission is getting more difficult. But more than anything they would recognize me in a heartbeat, and I didn't exactly quit on good terms."

"I'm not in this fight. I didn't ask for any of this," you repeated, "and now you want me to go in there blind and alone? Maybe I don't want to be your recon pawn."

The old man waved a hand, the one that wasn't gloved. "You wouldn't be alone, poor dear. You think you're the only escaped lab rat? I used to think I was." Grabbing the hem of his pant leg, he pulled it up to reveal a very elaborate cybernetic prosthesis. "Both are different. But no, I've kept tabs on the place for a long time. Found another much like you."

With that, he motioned to the doorway with his free hand. Guess you could figure out why the other was covered. As your gaze traced the man's one organic limb, your eyes fell to the doorway, where a young man about your age stepped out.

His appearance was pretty innocuous. His hair was short and dark, his expression stony but his features kind. His broad shoulders were draped with a long coat that swayed near the base of his boots, and beneath that he wore a dark turtleneck and jeans.

"How do you do, Neo?" You quipped as your eyes scanned his form.

To your great surprise, that 'mission go' look on his face melted rapidly into a wide grin, a chuckle. Guy had a nice smile.

"It's Jongho. That was good, though." He nodded down toward you. "Was the green intentional?"

You yourself glanced down at your outfit, and you'd be darned. You were wearing green. Apparently this Jongho fellow knew more about you than you did of him. You were surprised he didn't comment on the potted plant necklace you'd gotten from Etsy- the one you'd nicknamed 'ammo'.

"No, but I guess fate has a sense of humor. Do you have beef with FTR Labs too?"

Jongho nodded. "They have my brother."

At that, your heart dropped. Just by the man's tone of voice you could tell he was trying to be brave, but he didn't want to go back to FTR any more than you did. Want, no. Need? Yes. Maybe the old man was right- maybe they were taking their experiments too far. You hadn't even seen what they'd done to Jongho yet. If it had been a fight for his body, too, let alone his brother's.

"Alright," you nodded, shoving your hands in your pockets, "I'll go with you. Do you have a plan?"

"Of course. My main goal is to disrupt their comms first."

"Classic. How do you propose we do that?"

"I figured a little lightning would do the trick."

"Excuse me?"

Wordlessly, Jongho stared at you, his eyes almost glazing over as gusts of wind rolled through the room and clouds drifted over his head, spattering his black-clad shoulders with tiny droplets of rain. Electricity arced between two of the clouds, light flashing like tiny, branched white roots as it traveled down his cheek, through his arm and into his hand as if illuminating his very veins. Harnessing the elements.

Nothing could have stopped your jaw from dropping, but as you righted yourself, you couldn't help smiling with a strange rush of anticipation. "Hey, if you're the one that's been keeping it so cloudy these days, can you at least rain a little on my friends?" And with that, you let ammo grow out, engulfing your upper body with the comforting hug of leafy vines.

"Kids," the old man shook his head, "always showing off."

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Hello Arcadekitten!!! I read the Stellamb wedding post(s) and it got me wondering about how Stella’s wedding dress would look like… I absolutely love Sweet No Death, so I knew I had to make some artwork of it!! And, because I absolutely suck at explaining things through text, here is my interpretation of Stella’s wedding outfit in traditional art! ✨💫🌟

Materials Used: Mixed Media Paper, Ink Fineliner Pens, Alcohol Markers Gel Pens, Paint Pens, Highlighter and Mechanical Pencil

Time Took: 1 week

I don’t know if you’re okay with people sending fanarts and stuff to you, but I absolutely love your work and well, I’m quite proud of this piece (even if I probably shouldn’t be lol) as I worked extremely hard on this and wanted to share it with you! I hope that’s okay ❤️

A little artist “#Deep Dive tm” because I put WAY too much effort into the tiniest details and I am NOT gonna let them get overlooked 😤 /jk

-Stella’s dress is made with her signature colors rather than white, because I felt that with her being a Star Witch and all, a species that mostly has extravagantly colorful clothes (in my humble opinion) she felt that just going with plain white on what is possibly the most important day of her life would feel… well, a bit redundant, so she opted for a more ‘colored’ ballgown, with lacy gloves and a pearled veil and all. The local tailor and dressmaker is a bit confused, but Lambchop is definitely not complaining! ;) 💕💓

-(Well, that, and I also felt that the color blended WAY too much with her skin tone and changed it, but that’s my little secret hehe 👀😉)

-In my mind, Stella can make her hair look like it has a small galaxy within it! With actual moving stars and little twinkling lights. ✨💫✨⭐️🌟I think that she usually saves it for special, grandiose occasions, buuut since she’s not the kind of person who would THROW a grand, special occasion, she never unveiled it before her wedding day! (Poor Lambchop’s heart nearly gave out on the spot right then and there! 😭❤️)

-I didn’t add her usual Star hair clip because she already has like… 10 stars in her design already lmao /lh ⭐️

-As you can see, her bouquet’s… cloth? Fabric? I’m not sure what to call it… thing? The stuff that her flowers are wrapped in are Lambchop’s colors! Thought that it would be a neat visual detail… also, I can totally imagine Stella requesting that specific color scheme from the local florist! 💐🌷🌸

-Speaking of flowers… I decided to color in one of the moon daisies a little bit… differently hehe ;) It’s a small reference to the beginning of the game, where we see Stella change the color of the one rebellious moon daisy, from orange to lavender, except this time… she keeps it and uses it in her bouquet! 💖💗

-I like to think that it symbolizes Lambchop versus the rest of the townspeople… and Stella’s way of acknowledging him as a “real person”, at least compared to the others… one who is different, one who is unique… the one that she’s going to marry 💍🩷

-(it’s so absolutely sappy when she tells him so that he just couldn’t resist kissing her right then and there)

-And finally… (this is the last one I promise) I cut out the entire drawing to make it look like a potion bottle, partially because Stella is a witch, and partially because I had this cute lil idea that she stores all of her happiest memories into a magical bottle and takes it out whenever she feels sad, so that she can ‘experience’ it again and feel happier. Of course, with Lambchop by her side, she never really has to use it!💞🩷💗

-And yes, I also made the bottle have Lambchop colors as well 🐏 Just a nice little thing tying em together more visually… ❤️

…And I am SO SORRY for ranting!!! I worked incredibly hard on this piece (traditional art is NOT my strong suit, lol) but I wanted to make something special for one of my favorite games and one of my favorite game devs! So here it is, and I hope that you like it! 🤞❤️😁

(P.S: Any ideas for Lambchop’s wedding design?)

Oh my goodness this is BEAUTIFUL!! The artwork itself is just stunning!! You took so much time on it and it really shows, especially with all your attention to detail in it(and I LOVE hearing your explanations for some of the choices you made!! They're just so darling!) Everything about this is stellar and I'm in love with it, thank you so much!! ♡ ♡ ♡

Also I TOTALLY AGREE Stella would not wear white for her wedding!! Color all the way!! ♡

As for Lambchop's outfit...I think I've got it envisioned in my head but I haven't quite drawn anything for it yet! Top hat, definitely. I think his suit isn't black. Probably brown! Bowtie on the neck. His pants are more like shorts and are cut juuuuust above the knee! Still wearing long socks with garters. He looks incredibly dapper--as he should!! It's his wedding!

Hopefully he at least looks good for the photos before he decides to get any mysterious red stains on his outfit. (It's fine. Stella could clean them with the snap of her fingers, but still!)

#sweet no death #stellamb #witchywool #lambchop #stella #fanart #ask

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zeldamomoe · 9 months

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Let's do a little bit of a Flashback Friday, shall we? Some of you might remember me as "that Lana cosplayer" from Hyrule Warriors! Back in 2014 before the game even came out in Japan, I swiftly created this costume as my "comeback to cosplay" after a few years hiatus to focus on paying my way through college. It really opened my eyes to how mainstream cosplay was becoming at that time, because of my first photoshoot with PialVisions getting viral thanks to ZeldaInformer sharing it everywhere. Unfortunately, the racists came out of the woodwork like it was their job and ridiculed my skin tone. The ones that stood out to me the most were:

the person who tagged their friend and said "your Arab cousin ruined Lana for me"

and the person who asked if I was Hispanic (in Spanish, mind you), and I said no I'm Lebanese from America, and he said "well your skin should me milk white" again, in Spanish lmao fuck you 😂

I was really sad about all of it that I almost decided not to continue cosplaying. Seeing all that hate after such a long hiatus was difficult (and I wasn't even very good at cosplay or photo editing yet, I just was the first Lana, so it made WAVES 🙈). But I made so many new friends thanks to me getting viral like CinnamonNeutrality (Cee), ChibiTifa, LayzeMichelle, just to name a few. I'm sure I would've ran into Cee eventually since we went to the same GTA cons, but you never know! Nowadays, I stay humble and thankful for the opportunities Lana gave me. I took her to Fan Expo 2014, and shot with Herbiecide there. We took some gorgeous photos on the roof, and I'll remember fondly that we ran into a trio of Perfume cosplayers. Because I hadn't been to Fan Expo since 2009 at that point, and it was my first big con since then, I was so excited seeing Perfume cosplayers XD I was a big fan of them in high school and college. I posted some of his photos of my Lana cosplay on Tumblr actually and got viral again! I do remember that was a good viral though, not much harassment came from that, and if it did, I forgot all about it. My username used to be SMZeldaRules, so it was on that Tumblr, which has long been deactivated. In 2015, I made her staff and brought her to Pax East. And in 2017, I had one final photoshoot with Z is Eternal. I then ended up giving it to my friend Ayla at Antipode Geek Bellydance. It's 2023 now, and big companies and websites STILL don't moderate their comment sections well at all (looking at you Square Enix when you shared my Rachel Amber cosplay in 2020 and people were acting a fool lmao). We gotta stand up for all marginalized groups in cosplay! Keep making your stuff and have fun! FUCK RACISM 😤😤😤

photos: Pial Visions, Herbiecide, Z is Eternal & edits by me

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cestcirque · 2 years

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Furudate-sensei’s little one-liners / Q&As from the final Haikyuu guidebook! Of course I must collect them all! LET’S GO!!! 😤

*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!

Character Comments

Miya Atsumu: When he first appeared, I wasn’t thinking of him as a twin. I basically just drew him to be a mysterious character. But keeping him that way was impossible.

Miya Osamu: When he started talking about food, I decided, “That’s going to be his thing.”

Kita Shinsuke: The character furthest away from the creator. Although he’s the exact opposite of me, he was unexpectedly easy to draw.

Suna Rintarou: He’s from Aichi Prefecture. He came to Inarizaki after being scouted. [this explains why he doesn’t speak Kansai]

Ojiro Aran: He’s probably the type who can’t abandon someone who’s in trouble. I hope he doesn’t get scammed or anything.

Riseki Heisuke: A man who has become mentally buff after tons of mental muscle pain.

Given Name Origins

Note: This is kind of from the perspectives of the parents, since given names are like a wish for the child’s future. Will make more sense if you know what their names mean.

Miya Atsumu: To become a person who helps others.

Miya Osamu: To become a person who helps others.

Kita Shinsuke: He inherited one character from his grandpa.

Suna Rintarou: To be able to walk a just and honest path.

Ojiro Aran: To be a cheerful / jovial person.

Riseki Heisuke: To be able to live calmly.

Ginjima Hitoshi: To be blessed with good relationships / connections to good people.

Omimi Ren: To discipline and refine [himself].

Akagi Michinari: To be able to open up his life / choose between many roads.

Tiny Q&A

Q: Which character did you most enjoy drawing?

Atsumu. Because he’s animal-like.

Q: Was there someone with whom you entrusted editorial supervision while writing Kansai-ben?

Inarizaki is supposed to be in Amagasaki, so characters’ conversations were written by recreating a dialogue between two downtowners inside my head. Occasionally, Miyagawa Daisuke-san [comedian] or Tokui Yoshimi-san [actor] would come in[to my imagination?] so I think the phrasing became properly Kyoto-esque. I believe I had supervision from someone in my editorial department who was from Kansai, but the writing was never changed so I’ve gained some confidence.

[I’m so fascinated by this, it was a pretty extensive answer so I hope I’ve translated correctly. In other words, the Kansai-ben was written mostly intuitively, with occasional reference. すごい🤩]

Q: Which character’s post-graduation path did you have the most trouble with?

Suna. For him to keep playing volleyball or to stop completely —I think either one is possible.

#the kansai aspect is so interesting to me #haikyuu guidebook #translations #haikyuu inarizaki #miya atsumu #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #suna rintarou #ojiro aran #riseki heisuke #ginjima hitoshi #akagi michinari

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billkaulitzwife · 10 months

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Okokok this is kinda based off ur darrell getting cheated on post but MORE PAIN 😤 plz do some hcs of what dar and sodas relationship would be like if darrys girlfriend cheated on him with soda, like would he ever forgive him?? I MUST KNOW PLZ ADDI

omg i hate you sm rn. also i decided im gonna try and get thru all my asks/ drafts so im not bothered anymore. :)

You're Still My Brother.

(Soda, Darry, F!Y/N)

Sodapop's POV

It was December 27th, 1965.

I was walking home from the DX when Darry's broad came up to me from behind.

"Hey, Soda! You walking home?"

"Uh- Yeah. Why? You coming over?"

"Well.. no. Uh... me and Darry broke up so I dunno if I'm allowed back there."

I was taken aback. I looked around slightly, my eyes pretty wild.

"Whoa.. whattya talkin' about?! Darry loves you with his whole life!"

"I guess not. I just wanted to talk about it before you headed home."

I looked at her and took a deep breath. I nodded slightly and sat down in the grass with her.

Y/N's POV

Sodapop is such a dumbass. As I sat in the grass with him, my façade didn't fade at all.

As I cried to him and told him the whole story, I had rolled my sleeves up enough so he could see the makeup I had put there.

"Y'know, Soda.. I really love him.. We were having a conversation but we didn't realise the twins were home."

I honestly don't feel anything in the moment.

"Addie burst in trying to tell Darry something and she ruined the whole thing.. She lied to him and told him that I was cheating on him."

"Addie? As in my sister?? She would never lie about anything!"

"Sodapop she's with Dallas of course she lies!"

"No she doesn't. Neither of the twins would lie. They love you like your their own sister!"

"Maybe not. Darry believed her over me. I tried telling him I didn't but he just didn't believe me."

Plan is ago. He looked at my arms.

"Y/N what's that."

I pulled my sleeve down so it seemed I didn't want him to know.

"Y/N is your Dad beatin' on you again?"

"...No. It was Darry and Pony."

His face softened with concern.

"What.."

God he's fucking gullible.

"No, no, Y/N.. a-are you sure?!"

"You ain't a woofin.. Addie tried but I guess she was too weak."

Darry's POV

I was wondering where Sodapop was.

He was supposed to be home 10 minutes ago.

"Twins?" I called out. I didn't know if they were with Johnny Cade or not, so I had to check.

"Yeah?" Addie called back, walking out of her room putting a jacket on.

I smiled at her, "Where's Pony?"

"In the shower." She smiled back and grabbed a leftover Christmas cookie from off the table. "Pony! Hurry it up we gotta go meet Johnny!" She yelled into the bathroom.

"I'M HURRYIN' QUIT GABBIN'." He called back.

"Addie, you know where Sodapop is at?"

"As far as I know he should be at work." She said, shoving her cookie in her mouth. "Why?"

"He shoulda been home 'bout 14 minutes ago."

"Oh.. Well I'll be on the lookout for 'im on the way to the lot." I nodded and waved goodbye as she walked out onto the porch waiting for Pony.

God I missed Y/N.

Soda's POV

Would my siblings really do this?

I mean there's obvious bruises, but.. Darry? The twins..?

"Oh my god.. Y/N... I'm so.. I'm so sorry.."

She had tears running down her face and I didn't know what to do or say.

Next thing I knew she was on top of me and kissing me.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her in a little more. She were warm and her hands were so soft against the back of my neck.

"Y/N, Stop.." I murmured.

She stopped and I sat back up.

"Wha-- Why??" I muttered in shyness.

"Because you understand and listen, Soda."

"Oh.. Hey, Listen.. I oughtta get home so they aren't too worried about me. Ion wanna get put in no boys home."

"Alright. I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Bye." I got up and walked away towards the house.

"Goodbyee"

GOD DAMMIT. I HATE THIS HOW DO I TELL DARRY.

Addie's POV

Pony had finally gotten dressed and walked outside when I saw Sodapop approach the house.

"Hey, Soda! How was work?"

"It was fine." He said, walking straight inside and to his room.

"He's home!" I said before I walked down the steps and out the gate.

"Hey, Ads. Something was off about Sodapop, don'tcha think?"

"You ain't a woofin'. He looked pretty Red- and pale, too.." I stopped walking towards the lot in realisation of something.

Sodapop had lipstick all over his lips.

"Ads, you alright?"

"He picked up a broad!" I smiled and hugged Pony in happiness.

He hugged me back and I jumped up 'n down.

"Ohhh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod!! We'll have another sister!!"

Pony smiled and shook his head, laughing. We had almost reached the lot in about 4 minutes.

"Hey, Johnny!" I called out to the dark-haired boy I saw about 20 feet away.

Mine and Pony's dark hair had grown a LOT since August. His hair was just below his ears like before, and our blonde and grown out so our roots had came in some.

I ran towards Johnny and tackled him onto the couch, Pony following suite.

I told Johnny everything that had happened once we left and how we suspect a girl.

Darry's POV

"Oh, thanks Ads. Heya, Soda. I'm just makin' dinner."

"Cool." He said as he rushed to the bathroom to wash off his face.

Why? I'm not sure. I didn't think much of it.

"Darry can we talk? It's about Y/N. I'd prefer to sit down.."

"Alright..?" I lowered the stove to low and sat down at the kitchen table.

Soda sat down and took a deep breath. "Um..."

Third Person POV

Soda told him everything. The kiss, the lies, EVERYTHING.

Darry had tears forming in his eyes and he lowered his head onto the table.

"Darry I'm so sorry. I tried to believe myself but I just- I couldn't. I don't know why, Darrell plesse forgive me."

"Hey, Soda, this ain't your fault."

"But I feel so bad.."

"Don't worry. You're still my brother. You had nothin' to do with this. It's her fault, not your's."

. . . . . .

Pony noticed the streetlight turn on.

"Addie, time to go home."

"Ooh right. Dinner time! Johnny you wanna eat with us?"

"..Yeah sure!" Johnny replied.

The three walked to the Curtis'.

They entered and saw Darry and Soda hugging eachother.

"Woah.. what's happened?" Pony asked.

"Just sit down in the living room, I'll bring out the soup. Welcome in Johnny, y'all are just in time."

Sodapop wiped his eyes and grabbed Addie after she took off her jacket. He hugged her tight. "I'm sorry we didn't talk after I came home, I'll explain in a minute."

"Hey, Addie, Mickey's on TV!" Pony yelled to Addie after her and Soda hugged.

"It's all good, Soda. Love ya big brother."

"Love you too kid sister."

Darry had brought everyone a bowl of soup (JOHNNY INCLUDED), and he and Soda explained to the young teens.

Addie had broke into tears and Pony was left in shock. Johnny was just devouring his soup, but was shocked too.

"Soda.." Addie said, crying.

"Man.." Said Pony, his jaw dropped.

"Huh?" Mumbled Johnny.

They lived in harmony after they all dropped Y/N because she's a stuck up piece of SHIT.

#darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston #greasers #the outsiders headcanons #sodapop headcanons #darry headcanons #ponyboy headcanons #x reader #the outsiders x reader #darry x reader #addie headcanons #addie curtis

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seventeenplug · 1 year

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If you do do a sequel to “Get Out”, please, please, PLEASE don’t make reader go back to the cheater jerk. Him saying he loves the reader just makes me part vomit and part boil. If he loved her, he wouldn’t have dicked around. 😤😤 (No offense to your writing, I just hate people who use that shitty line to excuse the inexcusable, and your writing skills sure pulled the emotions out of me.)

Maybe Hoshi, Woozi, Mingyu, or Joshua becomes her new neighbor and they become friendly and over a length of time, he slowly woos and courts her. He doesn’t push, totally works on her schedule, but he has the love and patience to see her moved into his apartment, sleeping in his bed, and wearing his ring. Doesn’t necessarily have to have a part where cheater ex sees her in passing and mourns what he lost, but I’d probably be shaking my pompoms at that (cause imma petty bitch and know that real life doesn’t always work out like that).

Love the idea! And it was around what I too wanted to do for a part 2, so without further ado.

Get Out PT.II (Yoon Jeonghan X reader)

For those who haven't read, or wish to re-read, just click on- Part 1

I finally learned how to link stuff in texts, I know, I'm dumb lol, so expect a pinned post with all the stories and links to them, so you don't have to constantly search for them :)

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Pairing: You'll see later ;) X AFAB reader

Genre: Angst, hope, fluff.

Warning: Curse Words, mentions of sex, but no actual words of it just the action, idk how to explain. Mentions of cheating

Summary: It's been 6 months since the breakup, and you haven't seen Jeonghan a single time, you quit your job and moved to a different area, beginning to work as a waiter in a well known restaurant.

Word Count: 3065

Not long after Jeonghan left your house you began to pack your bags, putting your every item inside your bags and when those weren't enough you moved to put them in plastic bags, calling your closest friend to help you move out which she gladly did, arriving at your door in less than 20 minutes.

There was only an issue. The ring.

You had found a ring hidden in his bedside table lamp, it had a note attached, your name written in cursive letters. It read:

«Y/N, it is like this that I will hand you this ring as I cannot keep myself from stuttering whenever I see you, beautiful like you are, eyes shinning with bright stars whenever you look at me with your big doe eyes. I would love, nothing more than to make you my wife. I know it hasn't been long, but I know that not many are as lucky as I am to find someone like you, bright, caring, sweet. Someone whose whole aura is able to light up the room. I want to be with you forever.

I will confess my every sin to make you happy, I will never hurt you, I will forever be faithful and attentive. I am ready for that commitment now, please, accept my heart with open hands like you always do.

Forever Yours ~

Hannie.»

You scoff, pushing down your tears, swallowing your sorrows as you put the box back where you had found it, but instead, you left it open. Taking the paper with you and leaving it in the trashcan.

You moved around the apartment in quick steps, grabbing every single photo and breaking the frames before putting them in a trash bag which you left for your now ex-boyfriend right besides the front door as you locked the door behind you. All the bags in hand as you walked away.

This would have been the last of Jeonghan that you would see having set up an apartment on the outskirts of town with the little money you had saved up.

You decided that you would also quit your work at a daycare in the morning, the 2 weeks notice was too late, and you would have to sacrifice your sleep to work those 2 weeks needed, but afterward, you'd plan on moving even further away.

And now, 6 months later, it seems that it has all paid off, the heartbreak had been the brick of the iceberg and had simply made you stronger, at least enough for you to get out your comfort zone.

You began working at a wedding planning establishment, your boss, Minghao had been utmost caring about your situation helping to accommodate you as you settled into your apartment which was getting renovated.

He allowed you to stay at his house for a while, which ended up making you two closer, not only due to your heartbreak and his care-giving self, but also due to your mutual love for food, books and meditation. But most importantly the contact with the nature.

The two of you often chose to hang out outside the house and out of work by going on hikes or taking a drive to the beach, returning home the day after at sunrise.

The nights would seem short whilst the two of you closed the shop, heading home in the same car after another satisfying day of greeting customers and helping them plan their wedding. Heading home in the same car because, as he always said, it saved both time and money, since it meant his worker would always be on time by arriving with the boss. You didn't refuse. You enjoyed the rides, you had more time to chat, get to know each other.

It was safe to say that after yesterday's workout, the two had gotten much closer than before, maybe due to the fact that it was in the early hours of the morning, the sun kissed his skin, which you followed, the car illuminated enough inside for the two of you to not be caught. The two of you in utter proximity, your bodies touched even you tried to make space.

Sweat dripping down his temple, his hand on your head, hair disheveled, using a hand to keep yourself steady on top of him.

In the morning, you could feel the slightly awkward atmosphere, the two of you avoid eye-contact, a blush on your cheeks, whilst Minghao's ears turned red at the mere thought of last night.

Nevertheless, the two of you still went to work together, he still helped you out of the car, the dress skirt being a little naughty and lifting when you exited the car, causing your boss' ears to once more tinge in color.

And as always, he held the door open for you to go inside first, a shy smile on your face as you walked in.

Thankfully, today's plans weren't big, nor would they take long. They had a customer who was almost a regular by now due to the immense work she required for her wedding, and then a new person coming in for her first consultation, a woman called Kim Yoo Jung.

You had just finished preparing both yours and Minghao's cup of tea handing it to him and sitting beside him on the couch looking through the requirements of your new client when the bell above your front door rang.

The two of you stood up to greet the client, a beautiful woman entering with a bright smile.

You walk towards the woman greeting her brightly and helping her remove her coat at the door, your eyes caught onto the very noticeable pregnancy belly, but quickly snapped back out of it. Leading her into the consultation room where she explained how her fiancée would either be late, or unable to attend due to his busy schedule which you understood and started with the work right away.

Yoo Jung was a very bright woman, she had her mind set on certain things, although she was unsure of others, she explained how the marriage was something that his family disapproved of due to issues within their own relationship and how that made it hard for her to connect with her fiancée's family. She had also gotten pregnant at a sensitive time which made it even harder to approach his family. You nodded as she spoke consoling the poor soon to be bride when the store's bell rang once more and the two of you went to the front desk to check who it was.

You took it as a chance to head into Minghao's small corner at the back, asking for his help to give her a wedding that she could remember, making a small basket to hand her at the very last consultation which he agreed to do. Something he wouldn't usually do.

"Miss Y/N?" You hear her voice call for you from the front, you excuse yourself from Minghao and head back out with a smile.

You happiness towards this client was short-lived when your eyes caught onto the man you wanted nothing more than to never see again.

There he stood, a hand behind your client, the joy of a woman who was also pregnant.

You could see the shock in his face, likely mirroring yours.

Clearing your throat you looked down for a short second slapping a smile back onto your face and greeting them once more.

"Hello, you must be the fiancée. My name is Y/N, I will be your wedding coordinator."

"I'm Jeonghan. Yoon Jeonghan" he says.

"I hope we can work without a hiccup from now on. Please, come in." your hand extends to the side taking the two of them back into your office, staying behind for a short time trying to assimilate everything before following behind the loved-up couple.

She was the woman he had fallen for. Whom he'd cheated on you with. The reason your relationship was broken. And he had even gotten her pregnant.

You push those thoughts back, walking back into your office and shutting the door behind you making your way to the desk, eyeing the two carefully.

"As I was explaining to you before, this venue is highly known for it's garden space, it's spacious, very elegant but it is a bit on the expensive side. The one on the right however is the cheaper option, it also contains a garden but unlike the one on the left does not have a pond, nor the swings. These are the two options I would let you two choose upon seeing as the two fit your desires the most" you explained pointing the differences between the two locations.

"I like the first one, Hannie" ... Hannie, the name you always used on him, unknown to you, his eyes were on you, how you scrunched your face upon hearing her call him that, your eyebrows furrowed for a second.

"Hannie?" she called to the man once more, his eyes focusing back and looking at his pregnant fiancée.

"Yes? Oh, yes. I also liked the first one" he quickly answers, an anxious smile on his face which you take notice to right away.

"Y/N, would you like me to take over while you take your break?" Your savior, Minghao knocks softly at the door, you smile, a small sigh of relief as you nod.

"Should we all take a 10-minute break since the venue had been chosen?" You suggest, the couple nods, the three of you leaving the room, Yoo Jung taking the pictures with her so she could inspect them more.

Once outside the room you head right outside, Minghao barely having the time to call out your name before he sees Yoo Jung's fiancée follow you outside.

"Y/N" he sighs, catching up with you quickly, grabbing onto your wrist making you turn back, pulling your wrist away from him.

"Let go of me, Jeonghan" you seethe in anger.

"Please, just listen to me. I didn't know you worked here, I swear" his eyes begging you to believe him, which you do, knowing how awkward the air already is, you had no doubt he didn't want his significant other to see who he'd betrayed to be with her.

"Let's just get this consultation over with, so we can all move on" you sigh, a hand on your forehead.

"Are you okay?" he carefully asks, reaching closer to touch your forehead, but you slap his hand away, stepping back.

"Don't touch me! Just because you didn't know I worked here, and I believed you doesn't mean we're suddenly friends. I never wanted to see you again, and i still mean it" you spat angrily.

His eyes softened looking at you, a look of guilt consuming him as he tried to make out words when your eyes go to the man approaching the two of you from behind Jeonghan.

"Y/N, please. I didn't mean it. I still... I still lo-"

"Is there anything wrong, Y/N?" Minghao questions as his eyes look between the two of you.

You smile, once again. Your savior, as always.

Minghao moved to your side, you take it as a chance to grab onto his hand, making it obvious to Jeonghan. Minghao's eyes slightly widen, a red tint on his ears for the thousand time today.

"No, nothing's wrong. Yoo Jung's fiancée was just asking us to make their day very special. Right, Mr. Yoon?" you say awaiting his response.

"... Yes, that's right" he agrees, his eyes stuck on the way your fingers had already linked with the man's.

"Ah, right. This is Xu Minghao. The owner of the Weeding Planning" you introduce, a hand just under his chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yoon. I hope we can get along for the next 2 months of planning" the tall male smirks, shaking the hands with the blonde man.

"Ah, yes. Are the two of you together?" Jeonghan asks, curiosity in his tone.

You look down to your hand, ironically, you had a ring that could pass by as an engagement ring in your ring finger, so looking up into Minghao's eyes, you placed a sly hand on his chest flashing the pretty blue stones.

"Oh, we're more than together, Mr.Yoon" you smirked, enjoying the very reaction you managed to get from the man.

Minghao was utterly stunned by your actions but went along with it nonetheless, although he would question them afterwards, he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you became so flirty and defensive.

"Oh, there you all are" Yoo Jung, the woman of the hour smiled upon seeing the three together.

"Oh, are the two of you married?" She gushed, eyes on your ring.

"We are" Minghao nods with a sweet smile taking your hand in his.

"You have a wedding planning shop with your wife, so romantic" she pouted looking at Jeonghan whose eyebrows were still frowning as he stared at your hand.

"What about you two? Do you have your ring?" Minghao wonders looking at the woman's hands.

"Oh, my fingers got a little too big, but I have it on my necklace" she says, Jeonghan's eyes widen as he tried to keep his soon wife from taking out the necklace.

"There's no need for that, my love" he laughed nervously.

You eyes narrowed, confused as to why he would try to not show her ring, it wasn't anything of big factor either.

"Don't be so modest, Hannie. It's a beautiful ring" she smiled , eyes full of love, his eyes strain from yours, looking down to the ground as she finally pulls the necklace out of her shirt, the ring shining brightly.

"That ring..." you mumbled, eyes big as you looked between the couple, Jeonghan breaths in shakily, eyes not meeting yours as you continued to stare at the ring, emotions hitting you like a brick.

"It's indeed a beautiful necklace, May I know where you got it?" Minghao asks the ugly question.

"Oh, Hannie is a crazy romantic. He left it open on top of his bedside table for me to find" she said,

"It was a hard time for him, our relationship wasn't exactly the best, and he had just broken up with his girlfriend when we found out I was pregnant" she confessed.

"Oh, I see" Minghao says unsure, his eyes going to yours which now shot daggers at Jeonghan's figure, face still looking down.

"Should we get back to the consultation then, Miss Kim?" Minghao says, a hand extending as he leads the woman away.

"I'm going on my lunch break" You smile at the woman.

"I'll just go to the bathroom, I'll be right there" Jeonghan excuses himself, following behind you once he saw his wife enter the shop.

"y/n, please talk to me" he begs you.

"What do you want me to say? Be happy" you joke.

"I know, you saw the ring" He confessed, you halt your steps, back still to him, scaring him even more.

"Are you really married to Minghao?" he asks conflicted with his own emotions.

"What if I am?" you laugh dryly turning to look at him.

"Are you scared that I've moved on?" You ask.

"You haven't , I know you haven't. You still love me" he says once more getting closer to you, you scoff pushing him arm off your waist.

"You're delusional. I'm happy, for once in my happy I'm not concerned whether or not the person I'm with will bail on our 2 year anniversary to be with his mistress" You jab at him.

"I never meant for it to happen! You know that. You read my note. She was never supposed to get pregnant" he continues.

"But she is, and we're over. So move on. I know I have"

With those last words you return inside, getting in your office, Minghao's voice softly echoing through the walls, knocking once you enter the room smiling at the two inside as you sat on the chair besides his.

"You okay?" he asks quietly whilst Yoo Jung picked between the cake options, you nod, your head laying on his shoulder.

"Just tired" you whisper back, nestling into his neck, he nods, his hand patting calmly at your back.

"This cake, with the almond filling please. I'm sure Jeonghan would also like it" The bride smiles handing back the photos just as the man of the hour returns to the room.

"What about any restrictions? Any allergies or things you want out of the food?" Minghao continues to question as you make sure to note down everything.

"Oh, no. None of us are allergic to anything" she smiles.

"Jeonghan can't digest eggs though..." unbeknownst to you, you mumble.

All eyes land on you, the bride looks at you awkwardly, your eyes widening as you look around the room.

"Oh, I was having an egg sandwich and he mentioned it" you awkwardly laugh, him thankfully jumping into the story and the bride nods still confused.

After another hour of decisions all of you decide to head home, you could feel the eyes on you when you bid the couple goodbye and closed the door, staring for a minute longer as you waited to see if he would possible turn to look at you, and he did.

With a sigh you turn away, you face knocking right into Minghao's chest.

"It's him, isn't it?" he asks rather calmly, you nod. Afraid of the look of disappointment in his face.

"You don't need to be ashamed. Things happen, it's okay for you to have lingering feelings. Especially when you left without knowing who she was or when it came to happen. I'm okay with it" he reassured you.

"I'm not. He's not someone I wanted to see again. I'm so happy. Really, Hao. I'm so happy with you, I don't want him to come into my life again and ruin it" you grumble annoyed.

"He's not" he states, hands grabbing onto your face, eyes staring at you with stars.

"I won't let him woo you again. Not after everything we went through. And that ring, it might just be your marriage right" he jokes with a smirk, you smack his shoulder playfully, eyes back on his as you stood on your tippy toes inching for him.

Meeting you halfway, he pecks your lips, once, twice. Before he kisses you, soft lips on yours and the pads of his thumbs caress your cheeks.

"Let's go home" he smiles warmly.

Posted on the 19th February 2023

I'm really sorry for not posting since the end of January, University is a killer.

And thank you to the person who sent in the request, I loved it and was able to finish this quickly due to the idea, so I hope you liked it!

As always, I'd like to highlight the fact that requests are always open, both for story ideas but also for idols or people you want, including actors!

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Hello!! I absolutely adore all your fates headcanons! They’re always perfect for each character, they feel so canon to me 😤 Thank you for sharing :D

Just out of curiosity, do you have any echoes headcanons 👀 There aren't any birthdays in the game so I realized there wasn't an opportunity for your fun character birthday posts, but I figured I'd ask!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! That’s very kind of you to say!

Hopefully you are able to enjoy some of the Echoes ones I have just as much. As I’m not quite done the game yet, I can’t say that they’re 100% totally and perfectly canon, but nonetheless I hope they satisfy!

Also, quick special thanks to @fayesdiary for agreeing to read these over for me even though I never actually made them do it lol. I still appreciate the willingness!

Now without further ado, the Echoes headcanons:

1. Potentially a pretty popular headcanon but… I definitely feel like Tobin is gay. The only thing is, is that by the start of Echoes, he hadn’t fully come to terms with that yet. Some time around the ages of fourteen to fifteen, he’d probably realized that he was starting to have some… feelings regarding other guys, but repressed it because, well, Gray and Alm both liked girls, and Kliff never really seemed to care. It would be weird for him to be the odd guy out, right? So he told himself he liked girls. As he grew older and began to grow feelings for other men, I think it definitely bloomed into him deciding that okay, he’s bisexual, but he still likes girls, right? Might even like them best, yeah. But by the end of the war, he knows he just can’t keep denying who he is, and finally decides to announce to the world who he is. He’s a little nervous about telling his friends, but they’re very supportive — especially Alm, although he’s a little bit embarrassingly overzealous about it sometimes.

2. When Clive was older and travelling around, he always made a point to bring back souvenirs for Clair. Whenever he got home, she used to always sit down with him and ask for stories about the world that he saw. Of course he’d indulge his beloved little sister, telling her everything he could think of — sometimes even going as far as writing down specific things he thought she’d be interested in while he travelled, so he could tell her later. Then, he’d always end off his stories with the souvenir present just for her. Sometimes it’d be something like a glittery hair pin from a large city, and other times, it would be something as simple as a bag of homemade cookies from a family’s store in a small town. Nonetheless, Clair always loved and treasured them, and looked forward to it every time.

3. Lukas is amazing with little kids. Being a knight, they already tend to flock to him thinking that he’s a cool hero, but his chill demeanour and patience meshes well with them. He’ll listen happily as a little girl tells him stories about the adventures her dolls take, walk with a toddler as they stop to show him every single stick and rock and bug that they find, and he’ll even teach the kids a few basic fighting moves if they ask. I don’t know if I’d say that Lukas is the kind of guy who would necessarily want to have kids, but they do like him and he likes them, so I think it overall just ends up being a very positive, reciprocal relationship.

4. Alm was very prone to getting injured as a child, not because he was clumsy or anything, but because of impulsivity. Gray could say, “Hey, Alm, you should go do this!”, and Alm would just… do it. If he succeeded, it would be funny, but if he didn’t… it often left Gray trying to comfort him while Mycen tended to his wounds. After Alm got stung by an entire nest of bees, eventually Mycen had to lecture the two boys on not doing stuff like that anymore. Occasionally, though, they might still do it — for old time’s sake.

5. If and when Mae and Boey are ever to enter into a drinking contest against each other, there would never be any actual winner. Neither of them would be all that willing to relent until they were like, totally hammered, so they’d just end up having to call a truce. That is, if they even remember that they were having a drinking contest. They could just as easily get so engrossed in having an argument or spirited conversation that they’d forget. Still, no matter what happens, Celica and Genny still have to make sure their stumbling, silly derrières get to bed safely.

6. Faye wasn’t always as intense as she is about Alm in the main game. It got steadily worse over several years. When everyone was little, it just started out as a simple crush. She liked to be around Alm, because he was nice and funny and he always made sure that the other boys included her. However, after the incident with Slayde happened, she became more interested in the idea of Alm as a hero. Soon she fell in love with him as more of an idealized Prince Charming figure, and her obsessiveness towards him just seemed to grow from there. He was perfect in every way and he saved her in her moment of need, and he would always be there if she needed him. Between her original crush being pretty normal and her sense of security now tied to him, she doesn’t quite gather that her actions are kind of creepy.

7. Saber would definitely try to play it off like he’s not, but he’s honestly a little uneasy around wyverns. Something about their beady little eyes… he doesn’t know why, but there’s something about them he doesn’t trust. Not to mention that a mouth full of sharp, scary teeth? No thank you. He’s not afraid to be near one, of course, but he still won’t get really close if he can help it. The wyvern can stay over there and he’ll approach it if he wants to, otherwise, he will not make eye contact. He is also VERY adamant that he is not afraid, to the point of being just a bit overly defensive.

8. Rinea has a really complex relationship with Berkut. Once upon a time, she really was madly in love with his charm and demeanour, but his fascination with war always made her uncomfortable. At first maybe she thought it was a matter of perspectives, and that maybe through discussion, they might be able to achieve better conclusions and solutions. However, as time went on, it became clear that neither of them would change their point of view. War is Berkut’s pride, and the more he immerses himself in it, the less she feels like she can trust him. Every time she tries to tell him how she feels, he shuts her down or ignores her, so she feels like she can’t talk to him about it. It leaves her wondering if she should go through with their engagement after all.

9. Palla, Catria, and Est probably all gave their pegasuses matching nicknames. Think like Tic, Tac, and Toe or Sun, Moon, and Star. Naturally, it was Est’s idea, but her big sisters were happy to indulge her just this once. Like the girls, the pegasi are bonded to one another, so it ended up making sense that their names all match together. The pegasi also have bonds of trust with each different sister. They will obviously prefer theirs, but because of this trust, they will let the other girls ride them if need be. If Palla were to be stranded somewhere without “Sun”, but Catria could get to him, then “Sun” would happily allow her to board so they could handle things. It’s like they’re all family in some way!

10. When Celica and Alm lived together in Ram, they used to have bad pun competitions. Usually at the dinner table. Some of them were really bad. At first they thought that Mycen was just indulging them by not saying anything, letting them have their little moment, but then there was this one night where Alm was stumped on coming up with a retort to something that Celica said… and then, out of the blue, comes the WORST pun you’ve ever heard from Mycen’s mouth. Like the single BIGGEST dad joke. Alm and Celica were shocked into silence for about thirty seconds, until they erupted with laughter. They agreed that nobody else at the table could win that night other than Mycen. They spent the rest of their time together trying to top that one — years later when they’re married, they’re still probably trying.

11. Genny has always been kind of shy, and is grateful that Celica, Mae, and Boey all spend time with her. There was no way she was going to get away from Mae without a little bit of friendship, and of course Celica would want to be kind to her at all times because that’s just Celica, and Boey would feel the need to apologize if Mae ever got overbearing… and then, it was like Genny blinked, and suddenly she had all these friends! She’s still pretty shy around other people — when Celica’s army joins up she mostly hangs around with any of those three people if she can get in there — but she’s definitely pushing herself to do a bit more when it comes to friends. It’ll just take some practice!

12. Leon has superb judgement when it comes to romantic partners. Is it important that your parents approve? Sure. But does your Leon approve? Because if something’s wrong with them, he’s going to be able to tell right away. It’s like his sixth sense. When he initially told Kamui and Valbar of his special talent in the area, they didn’t believe him. Yet, the next time they spent the night in a town during their travels, he identified couples that would break up and who would be the cause. Sure enough, they later left that village only to return later… and quickly discovered that most of the separations had come to pass. Kamui and Valbar were totally floored.

13. Though she insists that she’s never had any lessons, Sonya is quite possibly the best ballroom dancing partner than anyone could ask for. She’s so graceful and gentle, and incredibly patient, that others just can’t help but find her a beautiful presence when watching and a comforting presence when partnered with her. In all truth, it was her sisters who taught her when she was a girl, after reading about romantic tales from storybooks. Dancing alongside them, the two of them guiding her movements so kindly… she tries to do that for other people as well, and give them a dance worth enjoying. After all, the act always fills her with so much warmth. They are some of her most precious memories.

14. Celica is very sentimental, and will keep just about any present she is given. She still has sloppily-made friendship bracelets that Mae made for her, a plush bunny that Faye sewed for her when she was living in Ram, and many of the books that were passed down to her from her teachers at the Novis Monastery where she grew up. Anything you give her she’ll treasure, and it’s very sweet, but it also means she has a hard time getting rid of some things. That flower crown Alm made for her three weeks ago might be wilting and falling apart, but he made it with love! Surely she can’t just throw it away, right? Right? Okay, perhaps it is making a bit of a mess…

15. Mycen, while strict, is the local Grandpapa. He didn’t really ask for it, either, but after settling in Ram, the children seemed to just sort of flock to him as a war hero. It’s how the other kids all ended up befriending Alm, because they were curious about Mycen. He doesn’t mind his status too much when it comes to the kids, but it always feels a bit weird to have the other adult villagers eyeing him in any particular way. He’ll mostly keep his distance from the adults where he can, but he’ll always have time for the kids. Even years into the future after the war is over and they have moved out of the village, he would still welcome them back to see him if they want to come.

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