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rev-glut · 11 months

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Mother Hen

Platonic Hobie Brown x Reader

Requested by @lazyslothsthings: “Reader basically mothering Hobie platonic??!”

Summary: Hobie comes back home after leaving for a few days.

Info: Fluff. Gender-neutral Reader (though Hobie jokingly calls them Mum once). 1.6k words

Notes: I didn’t explicitly say it but Reader lives in a riverside house so Hobie can keep his canal boat. Sometimes he stays there, sometimes he’s in R’s house.

He knows you’re home before he reaches the door. The lights are on and he can hear the music. Pleasantly he notes that it’s one of the songs that he frequently listens to. He knows how to play this one on guitar too. The key easily slides in and turns as he opens the door.

“Welcome back.” You call out without looking back. Currently you’re hovering over the stove and whatever you’re cooking smells good. “Did you eat recently?”

“I had a quick bite earlier.” He says, undoing his laces so he can place his shoes by the door. Quickly, yet carefully, you scan him. Eyes darting around as you catalog anything noticeable at the moment. There’s a small cut on his lip and chin, his knuckles are unsurprisingly busted too.

“Go shower, I’ll patch you up after. No if, ands, or buts, mister.” You add before he can say anything. The slotted utensil in your hand pointed at him. Hobie gives you a look that makes you raise your eyebrow.

“Alright then.”

“Thank you.” You call after him. Humming back in response, he goes to his room.

Checking the food you decide you’re satisfied and could just let it simmer on low heat while you patched up Hobie. You set out the silverware and dishes to plate the food afterwards. Retrieving the first aid kit from under the sink along with swiping your small notebook from the counter you make your way to the couch.

Setting the kit next to you, you flip through your notebook. Notes on random things, little doodles, to-do lists and supply lists are scattered across the pages. Plucking a random pencil from the table, you add small things here and there. The dark blue graphite makes its mark on the paper while you wait.

At the sound of footsteps you lift your head up with a smile and set the notebook aside. “Alright, cmon.” You pat the space next to you as Hobie trudges over to you, shirt in hand. As he sits down you grab a bandage. You won’t have to clean the cuts since Hobie already did that in the bathroom. “Picked up some of those brownies you like, by the way. They’re in the fridge. I also made some fruit salad and there’s trail mix and granola in the cupboard.” Tomorrow you’d probably make a casserole too. It’d be nice to have Hobie around helping you. He’d only been gone for a few days but still.

“Peanut butter fudge ones from the bakery?”

You snort. “Of course. Who do you think I am? The trail mix is homemade too. Made it myself.”

“Aces.”

Picking up some ointment you held out your hand so you could deal with his knuckles. He places his hand in yours. “So how you’ve been? Not in too much trouble, I hope.”

“Wouldn’t really call it trouble. Just some necessary things to stir it up.” You raise your eyebrow. “And a bit of fun.”

“Just here or is this interdimensional fun?” Usually he said where he was going before he left but with how things are and how Hobie is, things just change. Before he left earlier this week he said he’d be in town, mostly, probably.

“Bit of both.”

“Now was the interdimensional trouble Spider stuff or just some visit?”

“Just a visit to Pavitr.” Apparently Gwen had been out on a mission when he checked the Lobby. “Y’know I can take care of myself. Nothing I can’t handle.” He says as you motion him to turn to check his back.

“I know you’re a tough guy with powers but still, everyone’s gotta have someone looking out for them. I’m always in your corner, I’m always cheering you on, okay? And at the end of the day I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

“ ‘preciate it.” He really did. Even if sometimes he thought it’s a bit much, because he didn’t really need much and what he did isn’t much in the first place, he learned to stop fighting you on it, mostly.

“Gwen’s always welcomed here too.” You worry about her too, ever since Hobie brought her back saying she was gonna crash here for a few days. The girl was a nervous wreck the first few days. Something was up. She told you eventually. Most likely after some casual, yet sincere, reassurance from Hobie.

This just made you a bit concerned about the other Spiders. You hope that the others all had somewhere to go at the end of the day. Even if it was just somewhere within the Spider Society HQ. That and the hope that they too had someone to come back to after every mission, even another Spider. The way Gwen had Hobie, Jessica, and Pavitr.

“She’s left a jumper here.” He says, which is not quite what you expected. You laugh a little.

“‘Course she did. She’s got a habit of forgetting things.” You say softly. “Pav’s welcome here too. Even if it’s just for an hour.” Pavitr had a loving home to go to so he didn’t come as often or stay as long. But he and Hobie were great friends and was just a general joy to have around.

“Pretty sure he knows. But I’ll remind him.” He adds and with the way your eyes light up a bit with that glow he’s gotten so familiar with he knows that was the right thing to say. He’s gotten to know you well enough, even if you didn’t hide much.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you lot get a home cooked meal every now and then.” You say as if you haven’t been doing that for Hobie for well over a year now. “‘Sides sometimes you’re not here to yell at the bastards on the street so someone has to.”

“Ya do a pretty good job at it. I tell off bastards wherever I go anyways.”

Chuckling you stand. “Speaking of home cooked meals, there’s one waiting for you right now.” He pulls his shirt on before following you to the kitchen.

Over your late dinner you and Hobie swap stories and talk about random things. The conversation follows you two as you clean dishes together.

Drying your hands on a towel, you say, “I know it doesn’t mean much to you, since you don’t need anyone’s approval or anything, but I am proud of you, you’re doing good things, Hobie. In and out of the suit.” He’d come a long way, pushing this world towards being better, freeing everyone.

Eventually taking more of your help and even moving in with you and allowing you to take care of him. Others came and went but you’d convince him to stay since he was a different case. In this dimension at least. You’d work everything out with him, as long as you knew he was safe or where he’d gone off to you were okay. The last thing you want to do is stifle or restrict him in any way.

“Someone’s got to do it.” To him, it wasn’t really much but he knew how much it meant to others.

“It’s nice to have you home.”

“ ’s pretty nice to be back.”

“Alright. You need to go to bed, you look like you need it. And tomorrow you’re coming with me to get groceries. Dawn’s got some new stuff in inventory too. They miss you over there.”

“Alright, Mum.”

You laugh. “Go to bed, mister. And bandage up anything else.”

“Goodnight.” Your name slips off his tongue.

“Goodnight, Hobie.” You pull him into a quick hug before letting him go.

You missed him a lot. He could be gone for weeks at a time or just for less than a day then spend weeks here in town. You knew he could take care of himself in a fight, verbal and physical. He‘a confident in himself and his beliefs. That never stopped you from worrying about him, knowing he was going up against things across the whole multiverse. But you’d move heaven and Earth to make sure he was okay, that he had a home, and nothing would change that.

Bonus:

5 minutes ago Gwen had appeared in a portal with Pavitr and Peter, Mayday in tow. They spoke about Miles and Miguel and multiverse stuff. You knew Hobie would go, both to help, to take down another messed up system and just because. Now you stand on your lawn with the group.

“You lot look after each other, alright?” Your hands rest on Gwen and Hobie’s shoulders. Pavitr in between them.

“We will.” The fire in Gwen’s eyes made your own heart warm. You’re proud of her and the confidence she’s found.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” They’re a team, friends. They’d come too far now to go back.

“You’re worrin’ too much honestly.” Even though Hobie knows you couldn’t really help it.

You bring all 3 of them into a hug. “ ‘m so proud of all of you. Go help Miles and come back to me, alive.”

“Like I said, ya worrin’ too much.”

Releasing them you instead grip your shirt.“Alright, go save your friend.” Probably the multiverse as well. You didn’t really understand it, there hadn’t been enough time to properly explain it.

Hobie squeezes your arm before turning to leave. You watch them go, waving. There’s a lot you don’t understand, but you know whatever they’re doing it’s something big and as proud as you are you just couldn’t help but worry, even with all their powers and skills. The whole Spider-multiverse is after them, along with the Spot. Whatever happens though, you know things are about to change.

#platonic hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk x reader #atsv #read reed

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lets-try-some-writing · 3 months

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Hi! I see you've been writing some stuff for Tfp humans and because I'm a Tfp human enjoyer I thought I could request something:)) (I personally cannot write so yeahh)

Fell free to do it and feel free to not do it if you don't feel like it :))

So,

How about an AU where June and Fowler (due to some relic to stuff) get aged back to when they were 16/17. They were probably wildly different than their adult versions and seeing kids interact with 80's teenagers would be fun (I personally hc Fowler & June to be in their late 30s like 39 so if Tfp is in 2011 yeah they would be teens in the 80s)

Also,here are some of my personal hcs for teenage June & Fowler which you can use but if you feel like they would be different feel free to do that too :))

Fowler was kinda the high school jock/a chad as one could call it. Also probably smoked even though he was under age lol. Probably a rock fan who plays the guitar to impress girls lol

As for June,I see her to be a rebel who wanted to be in a biker gang/generally into motorcycles. Probably like Miko but more reserved :)).

Also have my teenage Fowler doodle as an add on cause it's relevant

Sorry that the ask is so long btw I feel strongly about tfp humans 😭

Feel free to take anything/nothing into consideration for the main scenario :))

EXCELLENT ART!!! SORRY THIS TOOK TEN BILLION YEARS TO GET TO!!!

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Relics are not known to mess with age. The few that have such properties do little to harm a mech aside from possibly get rid of a beloved mod or engraving. As such, the team left one of their various collected relics just... laying on Ratchet's workbench. It wasn't particularly dangerous, and Optimus's memories of the archives stated that it had slight rejuvenation properties. That was all. It was essentially a small healing device meant to be applied to minor wounds.

But of course, anything minor to Cybertronians tends to be definitively less so to humans.

June and Fowler were left to keep a vague eye on the relic while the team performed other tasks. They chatted and overall relaxed, but at some point, Fowler noticed the relic was a little too close to the edge of the table for his liking. Sure the thing was almost as big as he was, but in his mind, with the help of June, they could push it back onto the table proper and rest easy knowing there would be no surprise clank to startle them or upset Ratchet. Their attempt to be helpful very quickly ended with a flash of light, every living being in the base hurrying toward two sets of screams, and gasps of horror all around.

June and Fowler were younger, WAY younger. Upon analysis, both were in their late teens biologically. Ratchet and Optimus argued over what to do, and upon seeing the relic, the overall consensus was that the two rejuvenated humans would have to remain at base until Ratchet could figure out a way to reverse the effects. It was not ideal, but a few calls later, things were organized enough. The military would cover for the loss of both Agent Fowler and June for the time being, and the team would get to work.

The team got busy and went about their work and June and Fowler stayed put... mostly. Despite having memories and experiences to match their adult selves, both teens had opinions and feelings regarding things. All three of the kids collectively decided they did not in fact enjoy these younger versions of the adults they knew within... about two minutes.

Fowler was a piece of work. He paraded around like he was in charge, but had the unfortunate habit of shoving Jack around for the kick of it. He didn't mean it maliciously, but the constant shoving did get on nerves. It did not help that Fowler used his spare time to work out now that his back was not murdering him every two steps. A definitive six pack most certainly did not endear him to Jack with his twiggy body. Fowler tried to get along with them by playing the adult, but being young again put a certain spring in his step and before long, he was off to cause problems. Lifting weights and wearing absolutely cringe worthy headbands, Fowler took off gleefully. The children avoided him like the plague, especially when he tried to rope them into his terrible 80s workout video exercise routine.

June was arguably worse in that while she wasn't outright cringy, she did have a few... habits. Her haircut was enough for even Miko to look away in shame. June's choice of clothing prompted three in sync face palms. And to add to it, she was absolutely determined to continue being the adult in the room even upon immediately getting distracted with video games and Fowler himself. Her use of 80s slang and her determination to ignore the rules just enough to be annoying quickly got on the nerves of everyone, especially the kids. Don't touch that? Oh she didn't touch it, she just got really REALLY close to it while making direct eye contact. Don't bother Ratchet? Well guess what, Ratchet gets a few dozen questions anyway.

Both were menaces to society just by existing. The team personally didn't mind all that much. What difference did personality shifts in small squishies mean to them? However even Bumblebee cringed internally as he watched the various scenes with the duo play out. Arcee for her part got several pleas from June to let her try Arcee's alt mode. Fowler may or may not have also tried to get Bulkhead to let him use the forklift to play lob ball, kind of.

Chaotic monsters all around.

Jack could do nothing but pray for the team to work quickly for the sake of his sanity. Miko is enough trouble on her own.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #jack darby #june darby #agent fowler #alternate universe #de aging #relic bs as usual rearing its head

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spadesolace · 1 year

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shy confessions: haerin x fem!reader

confessions are nerve wracking for haerin who is an introvert and tends to keep to herself. you sometimes have to take things to your own accord and confess at the most random time of the day. they do say confessions are better done on the spot without a plan.

Haerin knew it was a bad idea to tell her friends her crush on you, her seatmate.

She had told Danielle first who was so ecstatic that her friend finally talked about something else aside from her fascination for frogs. Danielle accidentally told Hyein when they were arguing about Haerin being cold-hearted because she never showed any interest in anyone. It ended up with Hyein telling Eunchae, a close friend of yours, who didn’t know what to do with the information.

Haerin is now on edge with the possible idea that you knew of her crush because you were slowly distancing yourself. She could only watch in anticipation as either of you tried to start a conversation but failed miserably. It wasn’t that you weren’t responding, you just can’t look at her like before. Similarly, Haerin can’t look at you without blushing.

You were also struggling with your own feelings, you like your seatmate. What’s there to not like about? The way her eyes shined as she talked about frogs, or how she would doodle on your arm when class got boring, or the fact that she was pretty. It was stupid that you were avoiding her because you never felt this way before. Heck, you even asked for your mom’s opinion on what it was and all she told you was that you were in love.

When Valentine’s day came around, neither of you said anything aside from the short letter being slipped towards each other during lunch, one that contained how grateful you were for your friendship, how much you appreciated her talking about her interests, or how she doodles on your arm or notebook when bored and that you didn’t mind. Her letter was her showing appreciation for you listening to her and being patient, or how you both have a silent agreement to bother the other during class, and that she was glad to be seated next to you.

Haerin’s friends were the one to encourage her in giving you the letter while Eunchae convinced you into giving gifts for valentine’s day, specifically towards Haerin. At least now she knew what to do with the information of you liking your seatmate. Progress is progress as your senior, Chaewon would say. After that, things went back to normal. Your spot being filled with laughter again, Haerin talking about frogs while you listened intently and sometimes doodling on the corner of her notebook.

“That’s cursed.”

“I tried, Rinnie.”

Rinnie? That almost made Haerin stop talking completely, you gave her a nickname, A NICKNAME. You stopped doodling and looked up at her, expecting something but she didn’t.

“You alright?”

“... Rinnie?” It sinked in that you just gave her a nickname or a codename that you told your mom about the girl you like.

“I just thought it was cute and it slipped my mind and I enjoy talking to you and that I like you…r company.”

You observed Haerin as she processed what you just said, a close save. Haerin’s face slowly turned into a light pink hue, matching yours.

“I… like your company as well.”

“Oh…”

It may have taken you another week to actually confess but that was your shy little confession towards the girl you first loved.

#kang haerin newjeans #haerin newjeans #kang haerin x reader #haerin imagines #newjeans imagines #newjeans x reader #valentines day

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dollyyun · 11 days

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 21

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: expletives, mention of pregnancy, making out, smut.

WORD COUNT: 7k

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908 @sousydive @pinkkami @skzenhalove @darkjongsung @caravm

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

When reality dawned the day after the wedding, where the guys and I had a heart-to-heart talk in relation to our relationship, I knew that I needed master courage to inform my family about our relationship, but what I felt most strongly about was the idea of marriage.

Maybe my unexpected ambition to settle down with my beloveds stems from the fact that I am hopelessly in love with them, and the prospect of a future without them frightens me. But I unequivocally want to spend the rest of my life with them, until I grow old and wrinkled. Never mind the fact that I might be dismissed once my management learns of our relationship, because nothing is more worthy to me than my seven beloveds.

Yes, the notion of me marrying and having seven husbands seems preposterous, but I don't care. At the very least, I am thankful that marrying more than one person is legal here. Besides, I have long since come to an agreement with myself that I truly want this. Of course, when I consulted with Aera three days ago regarding this─in which I was still a tad uncertain about my decision and needed her advice─she was more thrilled than me and wished me nothing but the very best for our future together.

However, I know that I need to overcome another obstacle: my family. So, two days ago, I invited all of them for a group video call where I informed them of the dinner that would happen at Minjun's crib, to which he wholeheartedly agreed, especially when I told him that I was close with the Formula One stars, albeit he, like the rest of my family, had no idea of our relationship.

Perhaps that was until today.

As soon as Kelly welcomes us into her cosy home with a wide smile, with the guys trailing behind me, a moment of incertitude dawns on me while a small part of me is regretting my life choices when my eyes settle on familiar faces in my line of sight. Hyunjin is seated alongside Yeji and Haneul on the couch in the living room, while Sophia is seated on the floor and busily doodling away on her book.

Aside from the nervousness, I can't deny the fact that I am also apprehensive about their reaction and, above all, Hyunjin's reaction. I have been hoping that he won't turn out to be an overprotective brother who hates that his younger sister is in a relationship, with the only exception that his younger sister is more than ready to settle down.

"It's good to see your lovely face again." I give Kelly a warm smile as we pull away from the hug.

"The same goes to you, honey." Kelly pats my cheek gently while my heart warms at her kind gesture. Not once has my biological mother ever treated me the way Kelly has.

"Stella, sweetie!" The volume of Minjun's voice draws the attention of my siblings and Sophia to us, as do his jovial chuckles with a mirthful grin on his face that is rather contagious, prompting me to chuckle as well as the nerves fizzling out.

"Dad!" Instinctively, I go straight for his embrace as he welcomes me with his arms, which provide strong security. As I tighten my arms around him, laughter elicits from him while my heart warms being united with my real father once more.

"I thought you were joking when you said that you're close to these stars, honey." Minjun tells me as he pulls away from me, and as I look at him, I hold back a chuckle upon seeing the way his eyes are sparkling as he stares at my seven boyfriends standing by the entrance awkwardly.

"Park Sunghoon?" Haneul's voice is tinged with surprise as I turn my head to look at them, who are now approaching us. Haneul looks equally shocked before confusion dawns. "What are you doing here, little brother?"

"I'm not little, damn it." Sunghoon mutters under his breath.

"Unnie!" Sophia crashes into me, almost causing me to fall if it weren't for Kelly, who supports me from behind. I merely chuckle as I reciprocate Sophia's eager hug.

"Jungwon." Despite being confused, Hyunjin greets Jungwon, who, in return, gives him a small smile while uncertainty flickers in his gaze. Hyunjin seems to be staring at Riki for a few minutes before finally recognising him amidst the shocked glimmering in his eyes. "Ni-Ki?"

"Hyung." Riki greets him, smiling faintly. A familiar sentiment wraps itself around my heart as I watch Hyunjin pull Riki into a brotherly hug without hesitation. After all, Riki was much closer to Hyunjin when we were younger.

"It's nice to meet you all again." Yeji says with a kind smile before greeting the guys individually with a brief side-hug.

Hyunjin raises his eyebrow at Yeji as soon as she is done. "Since when did you know the rest?"

"It's a long story." Yeji tells him while her eyes meet mine with knowingness. "But I can only tell you after dinner. Right now, I'm feeling rather famished."

"That's right. My baby has been saving some spaces in her tummy for today's dinner." Haneul back-hugs Yeji. The way he speaks is as though he is speaking to a baby, which brings my attention to Sunghoon, who is feigning a look of utter disgust at his older brother.

"It's an incredible honour to meet you. I'm a big fan of Formula One." Minjun is busily greeting and conversing with the guys, shaking hands and hugging with a broad smile on his face.

"What is the term that you youngsters use nowadays?" Kelly stands next to me with her arms folded below her chest as we watch all of them being amiable towards the guys, who no longer look as tensed as they were earlier. "Ah! Fangirling, that's the word." Kelly shoots me a grin. "Your father is blatantly fangirling over them."

"What?" I laugh lightly. "But he doesn't look like it."

"Oh, trust me, I know your father. He's over the moon." Kelly's grin falters and is replaced by one I can easily decipher. Astuteness. "Tell me, which of them is the one?" She asks, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Bit by bit, the nervousness returns to my system. "How did you know?" I match the volume of my voice with hers.

Kelly's lips curve into a half-smile. "Just a hunch. Is it Jungwon?"

I remain silent for a few minutes before looking away from her knowing gaze. "Let's have dinner first. I have something important to announce." I say, hating how I sound a tad weak.

Kelly brings my attention back to her when her hand touches my shoulder. She offers me another smile that seems to ease my nerves. "You should know that whatever it is, we will support you."

"Thanks, Kelly. I appreciate it." I whisper, but uncertainty remains lingering in the air.

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Dinner has never been as effervescent as it is right now. There is a warm, fuzzy feeling in my tummy as I watch the sight upon me in sheer silence ─ Riki and Jungwon entertaining a blabbering Sophia, Jay and Kelly can be heard easily over their exchange of words in regards to recipes, Heeseung is conversing with Minjun amiably, whereas Sunoo and Sunghoon are conversing with Hyunjin and Yeji. Jake seems to be chuckling at whatever Haneul is telling him.

I have been dreaming about a day where my family and the loves of my life get along harmoniously. I wouldn't trade for anything if this is what it looks like for every family dinner in the near future.

A sudden wave of emotion that is peculiarly profound hits me, bringing tears to spring in the rims of my eyes while I hold back a sob. It is rather confounding that I feel strongly emotional about this. I don't even know if these are happy or sad tears. Everything suddenly feels overwhelming, and why the hell am I being like this?

"Stella?" Yeji's voice laces with concern, snapping me out of the trance, and when I refocus, I am taken aback to see all of their eyes on me, looking at me worriedly with tinges of surprise. "Are you crying?"

"Why are you crying, Unnie?" Sophia asks, her pink lips go pouty while she looks genuinely sad for me.

"I'm not." I release a laugh that sounds embarrassingly broken as I wipe the traitorous tears sliding down my cheeks. "I'm just─" Alas, a hiccup leaves my lips before the dam regrettably bursts, startling everyone with my unexpected waterworks. "I'm just happy." I manage to utter in between the weeps before Kelly, who is seated next to me, embraces me into her arms, and I feel thankful to her for shielding the ugly sight away from their eyes.

Fortunately, it takes me a minute or two to compose myself. As I clear my throat, my eyes accidentally meet Yeji's emphatic gaze while a small smile arises on her pink lips. "If there is anyone worthy of deserving happiness, it is you, dear sister." Tears glisten in her eyes, but she doesn't cry.

"I agree." Haneul wraps his arm around Yeji as the latter instinctively leans into him comfortably. Haneul offers me a kind yet sympathetic smile. "Our Stella has been through a lot, hasn't she?"

The prior effervescent ambience is infused by melancholia. Even my boyfriends look equally rueful as they send me small smiles that seem to ease my nerves.

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." I say, but earn a chorus of 'no, you didn't.' and looks of disagreements. I heave a sigh, knowing what comes next. "There is something I need to tell all of you."

"Are you pregnant, honey?" Minjun's question completely throws me off guard, and judging by the looks on their faces, they, too, are equally shocked as me.

"What? No!" I answer him rather vehemently as I shake my head. I can feel heat weaving across my cheeks at the thought of it. "Nothing with pregnancy!"

"Oh! I know!" Sophia shoots her hand up and waves it. "You're getting married!"

Technically, she isn't entirely wrong. "Not exactly."

"You're moving abroad?" Hyunjin raises an inquisitive eyebrow at me.

"Or maybe she's getting promoted!" Haneul wiggles his eyebrows at Hyunjin.

Another sigh leaves my lips. "Again, it's nothing what you guys thought─"

"Actually, if I may?" Heeseung cuts me off, prompting me to meet his stern yet assuring gaze, which temporarily alleviates my nerves. Once he gives me a soft smile, I ease the tension in my shoulders.

Heeseung doesn't seem as nervous as I am, and his eyes remain unwavering as he looks at each of my family members. "Aside from Jungwon and Ni-Ki, we've actually known Stella since college." He starts off, treading his words with a tinge of caution.

"You've known my daughter since college?" Minjun leans forward with his hands clasped together, his face has no traces of any prior conviviality. He hums, looking rather intrigued. "So all of you were originally from Seoul as well."

They nod their heads simultaneously before Heeseung continues, "Each of us has a different history that is rather complex." Nostalgia can be seen glistening in his eyes, while a faint smile appears on his lips.

"They're the ones who tracked down my location and saved me four years ago from the terrible incident." I interject before any of them can speak next. My voice comes out softly while my eyes shift from Hyunjin to the seven of them, and my lips quiver with a smile. "I never really got to thank you all for saving me, even when I thought that I was not deserving to be saved."

"Thank you so much." Minjun takes us by surprise. He sounds serious, yet there is a wistful smile on his lips as he looks at the seven of them. "If it weren't for all of you, I wouldn't have reunited with my daughter."

"Yes, thank you." Hyunjin tells them with firm eyes. "We owe all of you for saving our precious Stella."

"You don't have to thank us, because we would save Stella in a heartbeat for the second time, always." Jake says, wearing a small smile, before his eyes briefly meet mine. "We would always save the love of our lives without a second thought."

"Love?" A frown touches Hyunjin's lips.

"Yes." Heeseung answers for Jake, his tone holds such resolution, as if he isn't afraid of the possible dreadful outcome. "As I said, we had complex histories with Stella, but one thing that has always remained constant is our unconditional love for Stella."

"We're in a polygamous relationship." I quickly intervene as I look at my family, particularly Hyunjin and Minjun. "I've been apart from them for too long, and now that we're reunited, we've consensually decided that it was only right for us to be in a polygamous relationship. I love them."

I hold back the tears that are threatening to spill for the second time as I maintain unwavering eye contact with Hyunjin and Minjun, unable to decipher the emotions written across their faces.

"They knew of Minhyuk's abuse, and they saw the horrible wounds and scars that were Minhyuk's doing. They comforted me and supported me despite the fact that there were obstacles along the way." At this point, I am close to imploring my family to understand. "I'm not asking for your blessings, and I will not break my relationship with them just because you disapprove. I have never been happier than I am with them now."

"Stella─" Minjun heaves a sigh, but I cut him off, displaying my desperation.

"I know that our relationship is overwhelming for you, but I can assure you that we will make it work." I swallow a lump in my throat before I release a shaky breath. "I really love them, Dad. You may not understand how and why, and I am all for explaining any questions you have, but please don't force me to break up with them. I don't see a future without them in my life."

As soon as I finish, I await for anyone to speak up, and I swear the silence is so loud that I can hear a pin drop. The sound of a chair is being dragged, prompting me to look at Hyunjin, and my heart sinks in the pit of my stomach as I watch him make his way out of the dining area.

"Give him time." Yeji quickly tells me upon seeing my face drop. Even her assuring smile doesn't do much to diminish the sinking feeling. "I'm sure this is overwhelming for him, but he'll come around. You know he always does."

"I just have one question for you, gentlemen." Minjun clears his throat, his face looking more serious than earlier, while he leans keenly forward, as though he is an investigator. "Do you have plans on marrying my daughter?"

"Of course." Jake answers rather swiftly. "But not any time sooner. Besides, that is up to Stella. We have come to a mutual agreement that marriage is solely up to Stella."

"I am rather disappointed." Minjun releases a soft sigh. "I had hoped that Stella would get married soon."

"Wait, so does this mean that you approve?" I ask, my eyes widening as I look at Minjun.

Minjun's serious facade cracks as he shoots me a fatherly smile. "I admit that I was overwhelmed by your announcement, and who am I to force something upon you when all I ever want for you is to be happy?"

Tears are starting to blur my vision. "Dad."

"I mean it, sweetie." Minjun's voice comes out soft, as does the way he gazes at me. "I can see that you're happier with them, and that is more than enough for me, especially when these gentlemen have proven their unconditional love for you from the moment they saved you back then." Minjun then looks over to them with a firm head nod. "I entrust you with my daughter, and without a doubt, you will protect and cherish her the way she deserves."

"Of course. You can count on us." Jay reciprocates with a firm head nod as well.

"I, for one, have long since known that you guys would eventually get together." Yeji chuckles, her hand that is holding her glass of wine tipping towards us before she takes sips of the wine.

"Well, little brother." Haneul shoots Sunghoon a smirk. "It looks like we're bound to be bro-in-laws."

"We are already brothers, dumbas─" Sunhoon shuts his mouth at the realisation of Sophia, who is seated across from him.

"So you and you," Sophia points her fingers at Jungwon and Riki, her eyes sparkling with wonderment. "are my Unnie's boyfriends?"

"Yes, little one." Riki grins as he ruffles her hair.

"That's cool! I have more big brothers!" Sophia bounces in her seat, oozing with enthusiasm.

"I'm sure another reason your father is happy for you has to do with the fact that your boyfriends are his favourite Formula One stars." Kelly tells me, purposely allowing Minjun to hear.

"That may or may not be true, my love." Minjun shoots Kelly a grin, to which the latter scowls, but her cheeks are painted pink as she looks away from his gaze.

Despite the rest of my family being happy and accepting, my mind drifts off to Hyunjin while my eyes shift to his empty seat.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The time strikes nine p.m. by the time we finish the scrumptious dinner, but none of us has yet to leave. Jay and Sunoo are helping Kelly out with the dishes in the kitchen, while her adamant insistence can be heard from here. The others are mingling in the living room with Yeji and Haneul, while Minjun can be seen conversing with Jake and Sunghoon.

I begin to make my way to where Hyunjin is, and I hope he is still there. As I step out of the house, my gaze lands on his figure, seated on the swing bench by the porch, and he seems to be in deep thought.

"Oppa." I call for him in a wavering tone, and thankfully, he turns his head to look at me. My lips quiver in sadness while my eyes turn crestfallen. "Are you mad at me?"

A sense of deja vu hits me, and I immediately recall the times where I thought Hyunjin was mad at me for doing something that wasn't my fault the first time he saw a noticeable bruise on my cheek that Minhyuk had punched me when we were younger.

Hyunjin's gaze softens before he heaves a sigh, his fingers running through his long strands. "No, I'm not mad at all."

"Then why did you walk away?" I ask, taking steps forward until I'm closer to him, towering over his figure. I clench a fist. "You didn't look happy either."

"I just feel overwhelmed, Stella." Hyunjin sighs once more. "I mean, you're in a relationship with seven guys. Doesn't that feel overwhelming for you?"

"No." I answer him firmly, but upon seeing the expression on his face, I release a sigh and invite myself to sit next to him. "I'll tell you about my history with them some other time, but you should know that when you're in love, be it with one person or more, things won't be exactly as overwhelming as you thought. Yes, being in a polygamous relationship is certainly not an easy journey, but the love you have for your partners will always prevail over anything."

Hyunjin remains silent for awhile, as though he is processing my words and whatever happened earlier. He lifts his head up to meet my eyes, and when a small smile dawns on his lips, the nerves have finally diminished. "I'd never thought I'd see a day where my baby sister was finally in love." He smiles faintly and ruffles my hair. "Your happiness matters to me most, you know?"

I can't help but to lunge forward, my arms latching around his as I hug him while he chuckles and reciprocates the hug. "Thank you." I whisper with such gratitude, tears welling in my eyes, before I blink them away. "Don't be shocked, Oppa, but I'll be marrying them sooner than you think."

"Oh?" Hyunjin pulls away and raises his eyebrow at me. "I mean, I'm not entirely shocked since I can see how utterly in love you are with them, but pray tell, how? Is it even legal to marry more than one person here?"

"Yes." I nod my head. "There probably won't be any weddings. What matters to us most is signing the necessary documents to officially legalise us as married couples. Besides, imagine having to plan seven weddings." I grimace at the thought of it, but if the guys do want to throw a wedding each, then I'll just have to agree to it. Their happiness matters to me most.

Hyunjin and I continue to chat, be it about my boyfriends or reminiscing about the happy parts of our childhood amidst the pain. One thing is for sure ─ I am glad that he is just as accepting as the rest of my family members.

What's left next is to break the news to the rest of my boyfriends regarding my settling down with them.

I guess I can say for my best friends that we are finally at ease after having been accepted by Stella's family. It isn't hard to like her family, especially when they are amiable and exude such warmth that we can't help but to lower our guards. As for Hyunjin, he had gathered the seven of us in the living room earlier and wanted to speak with us alone, prompting the other Hwangs to disperse.

Aside from the fact that Hyunjin subtly hints that he would threateningly do something if any of us hurt her, he sincerely wished our relationship nothing but the best, and somewhere along the lines, he couldn't wait for us to officially be his brother-in-laws very soon, which rendered us confused, because why did he emphasise soon? The only exception is that Jay and Jungwon didn't look too surprised.

Intrigued, I begin to make my way to find Stella, but she isn't spotted in the kitchen or anywhere on the first floor, really. I spot Kelly emerging from a room, and I approach her with a kind smile. "Hey, Kelly. Have you seen Stella? I've been trying to search for her."

"She's upstairs in her room, two doors down on the left." Kelly informs me before a smile touches her lips. "If I'm not wrong, she's with Ni-Ki."

"Thanks." I give Kelly a quick smile before making my way up to the second floor. I release the scoff I have been holding back. No wonder he was seen leaving in haste earlier, as soon as Hyunjin dismissed us. That sly duck.

"Two doors down." I murmur to myself, my eyes shifting from the white painted door to another, until I hear a familiar squeal and giggle just as I nearly reach her room.

The door is ajar, allowing me to take glimpses of them. Ni-Ki has her seated on top of his lap with her back facing him and his chin resting on her shoulder. His arms are wrapped securely around her waist while he seems to be whispering in her ear, eliciting giggles from her. My gaze softens at the endearing sight.

Despite not being the one who is making her giggle and smile, I am rather content. As long as she remains happy, then everything else is fine with me.

I compose myself, feigning an annoyed look before slowly pushing open the door, prompting their heads to turn to me, but my eyes narrow at Ni-Ki. "Time's up. It's my turn to spend some time with my darling."

Ni-Ki sticks his tongue out to me while remaining unmoving. "Make me."

"Riki." Stella slaps his arm over her waist with chuckles leaving her lips.

"Fine." Ni-Ki releases an exasperated sigh before giving her a deep kiss on the cheek and removing his arms from her waist, allowing her to stand. He grabs her hand to kiss her knuckles before proceeding to leave the room.

As my gaze settles on her face, her lips curve into a sly grin. "Were you seriously jealous of your best friend?"

"No." I scoff, rolling my eyes, and subsequently amble towards her while I notice mischievousness dancing in her pretty eyes. "Why would I be jealous when I know that I already have you wrapped around my fingers?"

Stella attempts to run away from me, but a squeal leaves her lips at the moment I catch her with my arms wrapped around her waist firmly. Her kissable lips form into a pout, and the way she is looking at me with those eyes goes straight into my pants.

Nevertheless, I keep my desires for this irresistible woman at bay as my lips curve into a smirk. "Trying to run away from me, darling?"

"No." She denies, her eyes flickering down at my lips briefly for a moment before she looks away with her cheeks flushing in pink.

I hum, my fingers ascending to her cheek and stroking it delicately yet dangerously. "Good, because you wouldn't want to face any punishment, especially when your family members are just downstairs. But then again, I don't care."

Stella gasps, her eyes narrowing at me. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would, darling." I spin us around, inviting myself to sit on the bed and pulling her down with me, having her settled on top of my lap as she straddles me. I see the way her eyes darken with lust, reflecting mine, while my hand begins to rub her bare thigh with the hems of her dress hiked above.

"You wouldn't." She repeats, but this time, her voice wavers with each rub of my hand on her smooth thigh.

"Don't test me." I murmur, my eyes zeroing in on her pink, plump lips. "Kiss me."

Stella hesitates, and soon she leans in but stops just as her ghostly lips graze across mine teasingly. Her eyes form the shape of a crescent while a soft chuckle emits from her. The longer she teases me, the more fuel it adds to my desire for her.

Without any thought of gentleness, I pull her by the nape and slam her lips on mine, kissing her slowly yet passionately, which has her practically melt against me, but my hand grips her waist while the other is continuously rubbing her thigh.

"I've missed you so fucking much." I murmur in between kisses, bringing more chuckles from her before I silence her with my lips. This time, I force my tongue into her mouth, to which she wholeheartedly welcomes me.

Her hands slither upward on my chest until they drape lazily over my shoulders, and I feel her hip movement, to which I place both hands on her waist to assist her. She pulls away from my lips, gasping softly at the sensation of my hardening bulge coming into contact with her core.

"Shhh, you gotta be quiet or I'll stop, pretty girl." I warn her in a seductive lull, watching her in awe at the contortion of her face. She looks so fuckable right now as she throws her head to the back with her eyes rolling to the back and her moist lips parted open with pathetic soft whimpers and moans from the delirious friction of our cores against each other.

As I continue with my administration, my eyes shift to the door, and thank fuck, it is closed. I look at her face once more before I switch positions, settling her to lay on her back on the bed.

"Where are you going?" Stella whines as I make my way towards the door to lock it. "Sunoo!"

"Shhh, I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" I hiss lowly, but as soon as I turn around, my breath catches in my throat at the divine sight of her white dress hiking up to her waist, allowing her white lace underwear to be visible to my eyes. Fuck, there is a wet patch forming on the material.

"Sunoo." She whines again, as though she is doing it on purpose to arouse me with her sweet sound. My feet bring me towards her, and the next thing I know, I silence her with my lips, but this time, kissing her harshly and nibbling and tugging on her lower lip, eliciting a pained moan from her before I resume devouring her.

"Naughty girl. I told you to be quiet." I rasp against her lips, smirking as I feel her shuddering beneath me when my fingers descend to her lower region, going underneath the material of her underwear before they stop right at her clit.

As soon as I rub her clit in circles, her lips part open, wanting to moan out, but I slip my tongue into her mouth, dancing once more with her tongue.

I don't stop my administration on her clit while my other fingers begin to multitask as they seek for her hole, entering slowly to not hurt her. The moment I feel her hips moving, I take that as a sign to shove my fingers into her wet folds and start fingering her.

I pull away from her lips, relishing the cute, pathetic moans she attempts to quieten and how adorable she looks trying to silence herself by closing her mouth with her palm, but unfortunately for her, I'm in the mood to tease her.

"Sunoo, please." Stella pleads as I use my other hand to pin her wrists above her head with ease. My eyes fall down to her chest, where a glimpse of her cleavage is teasing me.

"I said to be quiet, pretty girl." I say lowly when a high-pitched moan leaves her lips, my hand on her wrists tightening while my fingers are working their way to make her cum.

"You're so mean." She whimpers, tears welling in her eyes, but the way her hips are sensually grinding on my fingers as though she's riding my cock drives me to finger her roughly and fast despite the restriction of her cute lace underwear.

"Mean?" My tongue hits the roof of my mouth while my eyes feast on the gorgeous sight of her beneath me as she struggles. I dip my head to plant a wet kiss on her neck. "You have no idea how mean I can get, darling." I chuckle against her skin, feeling how drench she gradually gets, and so I remove my fingers from her pulsating hole, eliciting a whimper from her, to which I place a kiss on her lips.

Without a word, I hook my fingers underneath the string of her underwear and pull it down, letting it fall to the ground before I proceed to remove my pants. Before she can even make another cute noise, I kiss her briefly and, at the same time, hold my length, which feels painful with each passing second, and aim it at her wet folds.

I allow the tip to enter, causing her breath to hitch, but that's just it. I begin to pump my cock with the tip resting in her pulsating hole.

"Sun." Her voice compels me to look up at her face, and this time, the way she is gazing at me feels different. Her gaze alone feels intimate compared to what we're doing. "I love you."

Amidst my raging lust, my eyes soften, and I lean in to place a delicate kiss on her lips, my heart swelling with adoration for her. "I love you more, darling." I whisper as she gazes at me sweetly.

"Do you─" A soft yet cute gasp leaves her lips when I pull out the tip, and instead, I allow the tip to slide against her wet folds, hitting her clit each time. She swallows a moan while she gazes at me with hooded eyelids. "Do you want to get married to me?"

Her question almost makes me cease my movement, but I remain constant, attempting to reach my high while at the same time my face contorts into confusion. "Of course." I answer rather roughly, feeling my orgasm close to impending. "Just like the rest of the guys, I do have plans on marrying you, darling."

"What if I tell you that I want us to get married soon?" She asks in a ramble before letting out a soft moan that goes directly to my raging cock.

"Okay." I grunt before my orgasm finally comes crashing down on me as I pump it out, releasing white spurts as they land messily on her stomach. I watch as she attempts to finger her clit, but I swat her fingers away to assist her by rubbing my tip against her clit.

"Okay?" She asks in a breathy moan, baring her neck in my eyes, to which I lean down to kiss and nip at her skin.

"Anything you want, pretty girl." I murmur softly, relishing the tiny, soft moans coming from her lips. I trail my kisses to her face before whispering in her ear, "You want to get married tomorrow? We can do that too. Just say the word, and I'll drive us to sign the documents."

"What about throwing a wedding?" She asks again, and this time, she finally comes.

We pant with heavy breaths before looking at each other in the eyes. Despite still heaving, my lips curve into a grin. "I don't need a wedding, unless you want to throw one."

Uncertainty glints in her eyes. "I don't know." She mumbles. "But I know for a fact that I am ready to settle down with you."

"Then okay." I say, now lying next to her acutely but still hovering over her. I grab her hand, holding it to my chest while my fingers toy around hers, and gaze deeply into her sweet eyes. "Name anything you want, and I'll give it to you, darling."

"I want you to kiss me again." She utters softly. "And I want you to tell me 'I love you' a lot of times."

I grin before leaning down to kiss her lips sweetly, which has her smiling against my lips. "I love you." I manage to murmur in between our kisses before I pull away to pepper my kisses all over her face, down to her neck. "I love you, and I love you. Only you."

Stella giggles as I continue to tickle her with my kisses on her neck. "We should really get going. The others are probably wondering."

"Let them." I scoff and nip at her skin once more, causing her to yelp out.

"Sunoo." She whines, pushing my face away from her. "You came on my stomach. I feel icky."

"Woops, sorry, darling." I apologise with a kiss on her forehead before wearing my lower garments and grabbing a tissue on the nightstand to wipe the excess of my cum from her stomach until no spot can be seen.

I grab her hand, assisting her to stand, but the second she does, her knees buckle underneath her, prompting me to hold her against me firmly. "I haven't even fucked you, and yet, you're going all jelly on me, pretty girl." I smirk down at her as she shoots me a scowl.

"Behave, or I won't allow you to." She boops my nose with her finger.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would." She says mockingly but pecks my lips before giving me a sweet smile that has my heart pounding against my chest. "Let's go, handsome boy."

"After you, pretty girl."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Stella has ordered her family members to remain further away from us where they are unable to hear us, or more like Stella, since she has something she needs to inform the seven of us. I sit next to Jake, who is staring at Stella, pacing back and forth while she chews on her bottom lip.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Heeseung's gentle voice seems to pull her back to reality as she finally looks at us.

"Wait." Jay narrows his eyes at her. "Is this the part where you tell us about your pregnancy?"

"What─ no! I'm not pregnant!" Stella accidentally raises her voice as she shoots him a scowl. "Why does everyone think I'm pregnant?!"

"It isn’t a bad thing if you are, sweetie!" Minjun can be heard from the stairs, eliciting a groan from Stella.

"Dad!" She yells frustratingly, yet we find her adorable.

My lips curve into a smile while a chorus of chuckles emits from us at the audible sound of Kelly's chastisement towards Minjun.

"Anyway," Stella clears her throat, her cheeks flushed in pink, to which I find her endearing. "I'm not pregnant." Her tone indicates that she is firm in her declaration. "But there is something else that I need to speak with you about."

"Let me guess, it's about you wanting to settle down with us." I say with a drawl, drawing their attention to me, and the visible confusion written on my best friends' faces except for two affirms that Stella has yet to inform them.

"Settle down with us?" Jake murmurs, his face contorting into confusion, yet there is a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Is this true, love?"

Stella looks rather sheepish, and she lowers her head. "Yes. I am ready to settle down with all of you, as in, I want to get married." Her words are spoken in a soft murmur, but we manage to catch onto them.

"But what about your career?" Sunghoon asks, frowning. "You do realise that once our management learns of our relationship and, moreover, the news of us getting married, any one of us or even all of us might be dismissed?"

"Trust me when I say that I've already thought about the risks and everything." Stella says firmly, but her eyes soften afterwards. "Besides, there is no way the Formula One organisation will have its esteemed stars dismissed. I'll be the one to hand in my resignation letter."

"Are you sure?" Ni-Ki asks gently. "I mean, you've contributed so much to the organisation, and you've worked hard to get where you are now. Wouldn’t it be a waste just because you want to get married to us?"

Stella gives him a faint yet beautiful smile. "Nothing is worth more than spending the rest of my life with you, not even my career."

Judging by the expression on their faces, I can affirm that they are feeling the same as I do. My heart is pounding hard while butterflies flutter in my tummy. The fact that the love of our lives just declared her love and devotion to us makes me want to storm over to her and give her a kiss. It even makes me want to buy a diamond ring right now and propose to her afterwards.

"So, when?" I grin, practically oozing with excitement at the prospect that Stella and I will finally tie the knot.

"After the Grand Prix in Brooklyn is over, I suppose." Stella gives me a soft yet sweet smile that makes me melt internally.

"What about Hwang Minhyuk?" Heeseung sounds irate upon saying the name.

"As for now, we don't have to worry about him." Stella smiles at him assuringly. "Henry has assured me that we won't be seeing he-who-shall-not-be-named, especially when he offered a reliable security system that guaranteed our safety."

"We have our own securities, princess. It's you that we're more worried about." Sunghoon frowns. "I hope Henry is as competent as I expect."

"He's great at his job." Stella whips out her phone to type something. "Just in time, he sent me a text."

"What did he send you?" Heeseung approaches her before standing next to her and glancing at her phone.

"He and his team discovered something." A frown touches her lips. "Apparently, Hwang Minhyuk found me through a connection he had with someone in the Formula One organisation."

"What the fuck?" Sunghoon clenches his jaw, and the fire in his eyes reflects the same as mine at the thought of Minhyuk daring to lay a hand on our beloved once again.

"Henry is still trying to obtain more information on who the person Minhyuk had a connection with is." Stella's shoulders slouch in defeat, but Heeseung steadily wraps an arm around her shoulder, giving her a kiss on her crown as she leans into him.

"Don't worry. We'll make certain he won't be able to lay a hand on you ever again." Heeseung tells her softly, while there is an undertone of promise.

"Agreed." Hyunjin comes into the living room with the rest of the Hwangs, except for the little one. "Sorry, we couldn’t help but eavesdrop on you guys."

Stella shoots her family a sad smile. "You guys heard everything, huh?"

"Heeseung is right, sweetie. We won't allow anything to happen to you." Minjun affirms as he has Kelly in his arms, who looks equally determined as she nods her head in agreement.

Stella turns even more crestfallen. "But I made a promise to myself that I'd be the one to protect all of you." She says repentantly, looking at each one of us with glistening eyes. "I wanted to be one to protect all of you this time."

"Allow us to protect you." Haneul says with a grin that resembles Sunghoon's. "I've long since wanted to give that bastard a good punch."

"Get in line, brother." Sunghoon chuckles darkly.

"Don't worry, baby sis." Hyunjin steps forward to place his hands on her shoulders, his firm eyes staring into her crestfallen ones. "We are all in this together. That monster made my life a living hell too."

"I second that!" Yeji chimes.

"We love you, Stella." Hyunjin smiles softly before giving her a peck on the forehead. "And we'll do anything to protect you."

Stella releases a shaky breath and wipes a fallen tear from her eye. "But nobody dies." She says resoundingly, making certain that she looks at every one of us in the eyes. "I've already lost Mary." She whispers brokenly. "I don't want to lose any one of you to that devil."

"You won't. I promise." Heeseung tells her firmly.

"No one, and I repeat, no one dies." Stella looks at us once more before settling her gaze on Hyunjin.

Hyunjin gives her a smile and nods his head firmly. "No one dies."

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So @snivyartjpeg shared their warmup doodles in the discord server of a kokolight vampire au. And I swear, as soon as I saw it, my brain instantly desired to make something based off of it. How could I not?

Not much to say on this honestly. I just wanted to write something fun based on the cute doodles! So enjoy!

Vampires existed. They lived and breathed in the same world as humans. That was an undeniable fact. Yakou knew this and accepted this.

But what he had not expected was for one of his own employees to be one.

His first clue had been a few bloody tissues left in the trash can. As far as he knew, no one had been having intense nosebleeds aside from possibly Desuhiko. But no clients had come to the agency and no… magazines were here. So the possibility of the disguise detective being the bleeder was minimal.

So at that point, he tried to subtly observe his employees a little more.

He instantly ruled Fubuki out as the one hiding their true status, as she couldn’t lie to save her life. Desuhiko was ruled out too, as he was not very good at convincing. So he surely wouldn’t have been able to talk someone into providing blood. And Yuma? Obviously not, as the small rookie detective couldn’t hurt a fly.

Which left two contenders. Halara and Vivia.

This was where the search got a little more difficult. Those two were incredibly guarded individuals, not letting much slip past their walls. They could keep secrets no problem, and their poker faces were solid.

But after some watching, Yakou thought he nailed it down.

Vivia Twilight.

It seemed obvious once he connected the dots. The man always appeared to be sleeping during the day, as vampires were typically nocturnal creatures. His skin was pale, like he didn’t have great blood circulation as vampires tended to suffer from. His ability to be incredibly stealthy when he needed to. And the constant insistence that he wanted to die someday. Perhaps a mindset he got from needing to drain people’s lifeblood to survive.

And in addition to figuring this out, he also discovered who Vivia must have been feeding off of. Yuma Kokohead.

The two of them had gotten close since they started working together. It was fairly common to see them next to each other, whether it be naps, talks, or eating regular food. So he was certainly easy to access as a food source. Yuma also was fairly agreeable and could be convinced easily. He always wore that navy blue scarf, concealing his neck and potentially hiding the bite marks.

It all fit in Yakou’s mind. Surely he had figured it out.

But he couldn’t put the thought to bed until he had concrete proof. So he devised a little scheme.

It had started with sending Halara, Fubuki and Desuhiko out to do some jobs. He also claimed that he had errands to run, so he gave instructions to the last two. “Stay here in the agency and keep watch over the place. If clients come in, entertain them until I return. Understood?”

Yuma nodded with a beaming smile. “We won’t let you down, Chief!” Vivia hummed his agreement from the fireplace.

“Okay then. I’ll be back in an hour,” he told them. Then he left the submarine.

To his credit, he did go do some errands to kill time. But he returned to the sub after half an hour. He knew that by giving them a time frame, they might try something while they believed themselves to be alone with no interruptions. So it was the best time to try and get his proof.

He carefully unlocked the hatch, descending into the hull and turning around. The lights had been turned off, but the sound of clothes rustling was audible. Vampires preferred darkness over light, so this was a good sign. But he needed more information. So he took some sneaky steps towards the room’s opening, until he was just barely hidden. Then he suddenly rounded the corner.

And what he found there had not been what he expected.

Oh, there was a vampire in his submarine alright, but the glowing red eyes and bloody fangs didn’t belong to who he had thought. Yuma’s eyes shone in the dark as they turned towards him while perched on Vivia’s lap. His tongue darted out to lap up a tiny trickle of blood that was dripping down his chin.

Meanwhile, Vivia had been sitting upright on the sofa, head tilted to the side and his neck exposed with several bite marks now on display with his coat off. The lazy detective opened his eyes upon feeling the vampire stop, then caught sight of the flabbergasted Yakou. “Oh, hey Chief,” he called out, acting as though nothing was wrong.

“Wha-? But… I thought… Yuma’s the vampire?!” he managed to exclaim, running a hand through his frazzled hair.

“Uh… sorry? I wasn’t really sure… how to tell you,” the rookie said with an embarrassed tone. “But it’s okay! Vivia helps me with my blood urges, so there’s nothing to fear!”

Yakou rubbed his temples, trying to not get overly upset that his theory had been the complete opposite. “It’s fine, it’s fine. If you got it under control, then I see no reason to worry.” He sighed, then reached for the light switch. “Turning on the lights now. Close your eyes.”

He waited until the red glow vanished from the room, then flipped the switch. He grabbed the grocery bag that he had left near the hatch and entered the room again, ready to discuss things with his employees.

But when he returned, Yuma had somehow vanished from sight. Only Vivia was in the room, busy with tying a dark bandage around his collection of bite marks. “Uh… where’s Yuma?” he asked, very confused on where the rookie had disappeared to.

Vivia smiled. “He gets sleepy after a meal. And… he insists on resting with me.”

Yakou was about to insist on a better explanation when he noticed a new shade of lilac on the taller detective’s hair. Walking closer revealed something quite endearing.

A small purple vampire bat with Yuma’s signature hair antenna was nestled into the green hair. He let out a yawn, then snapped his jaws closed and snuggled deeper into the locks. That, Yakou would admit, was adorable.

“I see. Well, I’ll leave you two to rest, I guess. I’ll try to be quiet,” he told them, then finishing the journey to the kitchen to put the groceries away. He did try to keep his promise, and worked as silently as possible.

Once everything was put away, he peeked into the lobby again. Vivia had retreated to the fireplace, the tiny bat still in his hair. Both looked dead to the world.

That was good, he supposed. Better to let them get some relaxation time while they could before the next big job. And the sight was enough to heal his wounded pride as a detective.

He turned his eyes away from the pair, settling down in his chair and opening the newspaper. Time to get back to business.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #fanfic #vampire au #yuma kokohead #vivia twilight #yakou furio #kokolight

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theneighborhoodwatch · 7 months

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The neighborhood map changed again! I'm not sure if the black thing (to borrow a Madeline L'Engle term) under Home has grown anymore. Some things I notice are Poppy's house's windows shut, Barnaby's pawprints, vines growing on the roof of Frank's house, and lots of sidewalk chalk doodles presumably from Julie (and maybe Wally drew Frank's face?).

I've noticed subtle changes to the neighborhood in previous updates too, but with more continuing to happen, as well as content we've gotten this Halloween update, I have a feeling these neighborhood changes are more... current than we might have previously thought.

This is a bit of a long shot, but I think everyone in Welcome Home is active, at least somewhat. Some characters are more aware than others. Maybe they're "waking up"; we've had two puppets, Wally through his doodles and Sally through the Halloween record, speak directly to us now.

In the secret bug audio, found on the transcript page for the Halloween record, the puppets mention that the spooky storytelling went well, as if it's a direct follow-up to the Halloween record. It's a discrepancy, sure, but perhaps not an unfounded one. Maybe the neighborhood's stuck in some sort of limbo between the present and the past, and only now, with the WHRP, Q/A, and us discovering it, is it literally reviving in front of our eyes.

correct me if i'm wrong, but uh - weren't all of those map details present from before the halloween update? i'm looking at these screenshots and my older captures of the map to compare, but i can't find any differences. i'm pretty sure the map's the same, aside from julie and frank's character cards changing to make it more explicit that they were intended as a couple in-universe (haha, knowing what we know, that's not worrying at all. /s)

anyways, to get to the Meat of this ask: i don't sally was speaking to us in the storybook record, just the neighbors As A Group, but i definitely think this update makes it a Lot more likely that home (the town) kind of exists, like, Outside of linear time? that it isn't so much that there's a divide between the stuff that was produced Then and what we see in the present day so much as it is that the stuff that the WHRP is uncovering is like, a window into what's going on in home Right Now, whether they realize it or not (and something may be actively blocking them from realizing??? not sure if it's that or if it's simply willful ignorance; i suppose we'll see.)

i'm reminded of a couple posts i made a little while ago, about the possibility that welcome home as a proper show never Actually existed, and the stuff that the WHRP's digging up is welcome home's attempts to will itself into reality anyway, for lack of a better description. but it also suffers from being tethered to a single person/group of people's Vision of it instead of being allowed to be an ever-evolving thing, or only being allowed to evolve in a Specific way. i dunno. i just kept thinking about that the entire time i was reading through this update.

anyways i'm also thinking about the way wally's eye-eating ability was represented in that post-storybook tape. i kind of like that it seems to be almost Overwhelming for him, like he hasn't gotten much of an opportunity to try it out before (if he's gotten any opportunity) and is like "oh. Oh. Oh. I Get It Now. holy shit." i don't have much to add onto that and that's just how i see it as of the time of this writing, but i would feel foolish if i didn't make note of it for later.

#pastelalleycat #ask #welcome home #wh speculation

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beltransadie · 24 days

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Small tidbits about my Still Into You 2ha animatic

Coz it's April, exactly one year from now was when I started completing it and I'm in the mood now. + I don't think I made a proper one + it won the twitter poll

Check it out if you're interested... or not! I just want to dump my thoughts and fun facts that I thought of while making this.

To preface this, check them out if you haven't seen it yet: (Still Into You & Please Don't Leave Me)

If you've been hanging around my blog for a while, it's kinda evident that I did post a promo post for Still Into You back in January 2023. And that first part does have an in-depth explanation about what it covers (which is from the start to the first chorus).

If you're wondering why: TL;DR I can't work on An Act of Kindness coz I was back home from school for vacation and I thought of the idea during a trip.

Anyway, I ramble. Time to get to the actual discussion.

(spoilers!!) The Actual Discussion

Making the rest of Still Into You, unlike Mo Ran's feelings for CWN, was actually just straightforward. I already knew that it'd cover the rest of the book, given that I intentionally focused heavily on book 1 while making part 1.

Like part 1, part 2 was that type of animatic that just naturally flowed during the storyboarding and rough sketch process. The whole animatic is divided into three phases which covers the following: Book 1, Book 2 and 3, and lastly the Epilogue.

Book 1 I've already discussed in an earlier post here but I did find this interesting tidbit I wrote to my cousin:

Anyways the discussion:

Yeah I really wish I have a funny image to put here. I'm really enjoying looking back at my stuff and seeing my initial plans though.

Order at which I made each part.

One thing of note (and actually a common oversight I experience while doing storyboards coz I don't do timings) was that I storyboarded the frames when the vocals started and forgot the timings in between.

So I kinda had to fill the parts between part 1 and 2 last-ish? (don't really remember the proper timings).

Oh, oh! And another fun fact:

Still Into You Part 2 (Rough Draft)

Part 2 was initially done on my tablet in CSP so there's a whole different and rougher version of it. (pls lower the volume if you're wearing earphones)

Funnily enough, this took me like one sitting to finish and a whole lot of sessions to clean up. I do like this process though given that, around the time I drew this, I started leaning heavily into animation and prioritizing getting my thoughts across without care for cleanliness. (Something I felt held me back too much while making Please Don't Leave Me).

In fact, there are some obvious frames that I didn't really bother polishing up (mostly because they're too hard for me or they just flash by quickly). A glaring example is this frame from the third part:

Another fun fact about the scene where TXJ shows CWN the plant he's been raising is it's actually inspired off of a doodle I made for someone in the Two Lifetimes CSE back in April 16 2023.

I just really think that it's super adorable for them. Mo Ran in the the epilogue section alternates between TXJ and 2.0.

Aside from the plant, TXJ also appears in this frame which is inspired from one of the extras. Another silly intentional decision I did is to have him pour alcohol onto a cup and drink from the bottle.

Meanwhile 2.0 appears here:

The one on the left is also from (you guessed it) an extra! It's based from an offhand mention that CWN makes in one of them. (Let me know what your guesses are haha)

I kinda just jumped into the 3rd half of the song, huh? I hope my ramblings aren't too much! I just wanna let it flow naturally.

Returning to the topic of the storyboard, I really only had a rough idea of what I wanted for the 3rd half. The references to the extras and even Goutou's appearance just came when I was already putting it into frame. Like, this was what I initially had in mind for the 2nd chorus to the end.

I think one of the notable differences is that I initially planned on doing the half MR half CWN screen transition the same way i did with chorus 1 and 2 but decided against it. In retrospect, I think it fits a lot because both aren't divided anymore.

Something about the second verse + chorus of the song

Like in chorus 1 and chorus 3, this section of the song takes on a darker tone since it covers book 2 going into book 3. It's a lot to talk about so I'm gonna select a couple that I personally like that's worth mentioning and leave the rest to the viewers to guess.

Also sorry not sorry for those who got spoiled by the animatic lmao.

The confession scene

Another fun fact: The confession scene in Still Into You and Please Don't Leave Me are intentionally connected through the color palette.

It's just that Still Into You takes a dump at how it treats it. Yes, the stick figures are intentional. It adds to the funny and tbh Still Into You really is just a feel good animatic. The comedy also serves as a whiplash to the angst hell that is the chorus 🥰.

(Insert obligatory CWN running at a tree meme here)

My Favorite 2ha Moment

Gotta insert my favorite chapter here (ch 184) which I think is one of 2ha's peaks because it resolves CWN's doubts about MR's feelings all this times.

And I'm just soo glad I could incorporate it in an animatic because it's so important to me. AND Like, 'yknow, I think it echoes the song very well because guess what MR tells CWN then?

“It has always been you."

That one frame before the chorus

There's like this moment before the second chorus starts where MR tells CWN something. I wanted it to echo ch 207 where MR felt the pressure of having to reveal that he actually is reborn and has memories of his past life.

If this were animated I'd have had MR match the song and tell CWN "I'm still into you".

Anyways, here's the frame before it zooms in. Physically it's still at ch 207, but I wanted the shadows to imply what happens next which is the chorus.

Other Bonus stuff

Ran out of stuff I wanna gush about so Imma talk about cut content.

XM and the MHX twins are supposed to have more frames (I didn't include it because it felt like it had too much energy)

2. Ling'er and the village ranwan visits during farm arc is also supposed to make an appearance

3. I forgot to animate the butterflies

4. I was supposed to polish the sequence at 2:41 - 2:51 at one point.

5. Fuck ow

6. CWN was supposed to glomp MR at the reunion scene

7. You and I

anyways go watch it

#2ha #erha #ranwan #danmei

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nocturnalfandomartist · 1 year

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💛 I Remember You 💛

Time Elapsed: 1 hour, 11 minutes

Program used: Ibis Paint X

(This doodle is me coping with the Tears of the Kingdom trailer and pretending they aren't about to be traumatized more).

BotW/ToTK will forever be my favorite version of Zelink. They've been through a whole lot together, and seeing them reunited at the end of BoTW is so sweet (especially in the context of the diaries outside of the English translation)! Such a shame everyone's probably dead. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted...

I cannot express enough how agonizing it has been to wait for more news on TotK! So when I saw a Nintendo Direct was coming up, I was unable to focus on anything else. I knew we were bound to get info, but I was NOT READY FOR THIS

Everything about that trailer was so well done, it makes the wait for May seem even longer! A few thoughts I had personally:

1. Ganondorf is pretty decent casting. I'm admittedly surprised he doesn't sound hoarse or anything considering he's a reanimated corpse, but it's still menacing!

2. I'm convinced Ganondorf and Zelda are going to take the forms/powers of Demise and Hylia at this point with all these parallels...

3. POSSIBLE MORE RUNES MAKE ME SO EXCITED! We thought Link getting a motorcycle gave us too much power... Now we have cars and mechanical gliders.

4. It doesn't seem Zelda is getting damseled! That makes me so happy. I figured she wouldn't be playable (unfortunately), but it at least seems she'll have a presence throughout the story! Perhaps a Skyward Sword situation where she must go on a journey of her own? Maybe in the form of flashbacks to the previous Zelda from 10,000 years ago? If it goes with a SS route, maybe that leaves room for a playable Zelda in post-game.

5. All the monsters look stronger than before, and there are even new ones! I tried to see if those dino bird things matched up with any classic enemies, but they didn't seem to be so. Either way, they're awesome!

6. I can't wait to explore where all the characters are after a potential time skip. Zelda especially! She got so much character in BotW, and I am going to love seeing more of it!

7. If Zelda doesn't end up becoming Hylia, I'm also wondering if the previous Zelda ends up being revealed to be the same one (same with Link) due to time travel shenanigans like in Skyward Sword.

8. If Zelda and Link don't kiss or address Zelda's feelings for him at least once I will be very sad (but I'll love the game anyway).

9. I hope to see the cycle broken here. That seems to be where this is leading! It would be great to watch Zelda and Link finish off Demise's curse once and for all and finally have the peace Hyrule has been fighting to have for eons.

10. Hopefully Link's diary won't be lost in translation this time! Adding those little details like that made BotW even better than it already was.

11. LINK THREW THE MASTER SWORD ASIDE TO CATCH ZELDA I CAN'T- But poor Fi. Hope she's doing okay with the whole Malice infestation thing. This is a stretch, but perhaps there will be a return of Ghirahim or his sword form. That'd be cool.

12. It looks like there's potential for more old-school dungeons! With the Divine Beasts seemingly inactive, Link may have to travel through monster-ridden ruins to drive them out of Hyrule.

13. I'm excited to see details on the time between BotW and TotK, like how Zelda got her hair cut! It'll be nice to see which NPCs changed and which haven't (Beedle is probably the same and will be the same even as all of existence crumbles around him).

14. Maybe the memory mechanic will be implemented again by Link recalling his past life 10,000 years ago?

Alright, sorry for the ramblings here. I'm too excited. I have lots more thoughts, but I'll share them in the future. May 12 can't come fast enough!

Reblogging is fine, but please don't post this anywhere else without linking the original post. Thanks!

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casuallyferal · 7 months

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It's been announced that Elon is reflecting on making X membership exclusive, ie where you pay to have an X membership.

With the upcoming death of X, I find myself having meta thoughts about my fandoms, the art community, and where they intersect; and, how much those things radically-and-completely changed after the death of Tumblr -- and still haven't recovered.

(this does relate to Cross!Sans' recent win I prommy just give me a minute)

...

To start off with an example:

Some folks still remember the mass death of Tumblr.

It's hard to describe it to people who didn't see it.

There were actual casualties. Y'all remember that, too? The deaths?

Most of them were because for many people, their ~5-10 years of portfolio disappeared overnight with no recovery. Even for folks who had backups, the little things that mattered most, like reblog-chains, had been compromised. I remember reading a vent post that stuck w/ me of a college applicant sobbing because their blog was going to be their portfolio to apply, and the needed morning, it was gone. They lived through an abusive home and lost their out. They stopped posting after that.

There are keystone works that now only exist in our minds.

Cornerstones of both fandom and people's real lives were erased by a mega corp afraid of organic Human sensuality, the artist's familiar muse. A kiss, a shirtless photo, a man lounging in the sun, didn't matter. Gone with no explanatory messages. Everything was very unstable about the rules for a disturbingly long time with ghost-edits to the sitewide rules, and vague lettering. If you posted a single dangly bit, you're out. If you posted male or female nypples at any point, you're out. The rules now aren't the rules that were for a little while, long enough to carve up careers and sink fandoms.

As a case study:

Try to understand that if you're a new arrival into an old fandom from the Before Times, like say Undertale,

... you arrived into a fandom carved into quarters.

Everything we cared about and definitive blogs & art pieces vanished. I was temporarily surprised that Cross!Sans won the AU contest instead of the longtime fandom favorites like G!Sans.

For years, he was our fandom mascot.

I had a harrowing realization and began doomscrolling to confirm that nobody can find 👌the showstopping sensuality 👌😩 of G!Sans. It's gone.

G-o-n-e gone, can't find it anywhere, like that mfker into his smoke.

Our fandom values and cultural pillars that we built ourselves were deleted off-site by some Suits.

Everything the young people inherited was bleached-out and fucking sanitized by a corporation. We had no choice but to tolerate that, even as self aware as we were about it.

...this cultural-drift was not because of natural evolution, but because we weren't sterile enough to "make the cut;" and now, it's definitive with a clear before/after gap.

...

I'm of the opinion that the online art community has never really recovered from these repeat events.

It's never been the same:

I see a lot less WIPs unless it's teasing a piece.

I see less reckless abbandon in artwork. There's less scribbles.

There's less breath on the canvas.

People tightened their shit up into hyper polished presentation-pieces.

There's less shitposting in general. People used to post doodles and silly faces and polished pieces were in between.

I think this new media relationship comes from a place of collective hurt. I think many of us realized all society gives a fuck about is money money money money for something that for many of us is a necessary biproduct of being alive. The people who couldn't handle that never came back. They Told Us So when they left, and coincidentally, never came back -- or came back different.

❕ (brief cw cp)

As necessary aside, I'm not lumping in the CP -- it's that every platform has CP, and addressing CP head-on on a platform like Tumblr also meant having regulations that corporate with legal, consensual sensuality, and that's not feasible without endorsing that exists... AND, is deeply influential to many artists. Tumblr wasn't willing to do that.

Tumblr wasn't willing to accept ads from orgs that are okay with that, either.

❕ (cw over)

I feel like this keeps happening... Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter/X... because it comes from a cultural climate of fear towards the veritable Human qualities, some raw, beastial, or even vestigial, of which is the Creative's foundational wellspring. What inspires is often transgressive, and there's no room for such things on a corporate level due to the sterile inhumanity of present day economics. If it's not palettable enough that it can be sold to stockholders with polished floors and dry-cleaned suits, we're a weed between the concrete.

Get too tall and we're seen as a disordered presentation of society instead of just... just, Human. Raw, beastial, vestigially Human.

...

At the end of the day,

our inherently-self-expressive Human potential keeps getting butchered alive by fear of sex & sensuality and love, and the bitter taste of culturally dominant hatespeech; to really spit on the situation, the biggest driver behind both of those is economic. There's a desire knit into the social fabric to squeeeeeeze every fkn penny possible out of an inherently involuntary part of the Creative's experience.

For many, creating freely is a necessary part of a Creative's self-regulation, regardless of whether it's just a hobby or a career path. Creatives create things. We have to or we wilt. It is counter-intuitive to the nature of Wall Street, as it stands, and so it will never favor us -- let alone begin to understand that, without overhaul.

For me, painting is like breathing, I have to do it or I become ill.

...

...It's like... they bottled our air.

Dammed our wellsprings and sell our own work back to us in plastic jugs. Elusive, ominous "they," vague because it's a lottery for whoever plays "them" next; executioner with hanging-rope in hand to strange the creative experience.

There's nothing sacred left when it's all about making money.

...so, where's next?

(: Might as well grit our teeth about it and stay organized. Mastodon, I think? Dreamwidth also? Misskey? Where have you heard? Where do I go, now?

I miss the reblog-artfights and having Tumblr friends before it was deleted by a suit, and I don't want to lose that.

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Hey, any other Neo AUs you've drawn or been meaning to draw but fleshed out in your head? Like you have vampy Neo, and Hazbin Neo now, and the P3 Reload Neo you drew. Any other neato Neo'd you got cooking?

I don't even think I would count with P3 Neo because it was just one drawing, like, I would say I didn't flesh that out at all in my head aside of getting some basic questions about her arcana choice, it was more of a 'I like the style! I'll try to draw a Neo in it' for the small challenge than anything xD

Nevertheless, I may as well make a list of the Neos I've drawn in the style of other series, that were done for fun, rather than to flesh an AU

When it comes to the fleshed out AUs inside my head we have:

THE VAMPIRE AU

It was the first, I know a lot of people know of its existence, but I had to mention it anyway because I'll forever be fond of it. Like, vampires are one of my main hyperfixations, so I almost always gotta have a vampire AU if the character in question isn't one already.

Even if the main timeline is up to happen in a modern setting, I've actually written some of Neo's past in RP format to develop her life with her parents, when she was still a recently sired vampire and stuff.

CYBERPUNK 2077 AU

I think the doodles speak very well by themselves, but the main idea with this was that Neo was an ex-Corpo that used to work for Salem (Grimm Corp.), which treated to experiment on Cyberpsychos in order to turn them into mechanical aberrations (like the Hound, but more Cyberpunk).

I was partially inspired by the run I played in my own Cyberpunk 2077 game lol

Nevermore AU

My bestie and I watched the Wednesday show and ended brainstorming an AU for the academy that the protag stays at. I actually wrote a bit of Neo in the setting as well with my bestie, for the fun of it.

POKEMON AU

I actually learnt a few things while doing this one and brainstorming ideas, because I had no idea they use Ditto in the mangas to shapeshift people, as in, Ditto can cover a person and use the shifting powers so the person has a disguise like, WHAT?

Anyway, a Pokemon AU of my Neo. Mimikyu was her starter as a kid when still known as Trivia. The Espeon actually helps with transmitting Neo's thoughts if she needs to communicate real bad, Ditto is for her own shapeshifting...

She also has a Vanilluxe and a Zoroark (her biggest ace in the sleeve) for proper battle and help with her crimes due to illusions. Vanillite and Ditto are the ones swapped for them in that case.

ROCK AU

THE FUCKING ROCK AU HAS ONE OF MY FAVE NEO DESIGNS! Like I love her, I loved designing this one. It was fun. I should draw her more, honestly.

In this one, Neo ACTUALLY had a voice at first, she was actually a vocalist and keyboard player before an accident that left her vocal cords fucked up- had to go through an operation, but she never recovered her voice.

She's a musician that actually uses old records of her voice to develop a system that will replicate her voice for new songs, think like, Vocaloid, sort of.

She eventually meets Cinder and joins her band as a guitarist to honor Roman.

...eventually also falls out with her and ends with Ruby's band, initially to spite Cinder for kicking her out.

MAFIA AU

Bruh, I even went ahead and designed all the members of the Ever After Mafia in this one. Neo wasn't initially part of them and had her own thing -Roman's Mafia- which she inherited after Roman died.

Cinder is like a double agent in this one and eventually betrays Neo and leaves her to die (following Salem's orders), but Neo survives and ends in the Ever After, desperate to have revenge against Salem's Mafia for what they did.

The Curious Cat is the big boss initially, but he was a motherfucking manipulator that took advantage of the other members when they were in their lowest, even Neo.

So Neo eventually has enough and kills him, becoming the boss instead, even if she honestly hates the responsibility. It's when Neo becomes the Mad Hatter for the group.

EXORCIST AU

The recent one- I'm sure people don't need that much info of this one because it's pretty recent.

Other AUs: Rusted Knight but it's Neo suffering the time trap ; Werecat AU ; Serial Killer AU ; Jennifer's Body AU

And now for other crossovers:

Among Us, TCOAAL, Hellborn Neo (Succubi + Demon Cat mix)(HH, Helluva Boss), Homestuck, Helltaker, Adventure Time, Sinner Neo (HH), Persona 3, Disney Cat

#Ask #AU #sadiemacoy #this feels like opening the Pandora's Box of the Neo AUs

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thesuperiorrobin · 2 years

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“ I like your drawing”.

(1)

Pairing: Damian Wayne x FemReader

Word count: 1.4K

Warning: slight cursing,Damian being a dick, slight ooc

Damian Wayne liked to keep to himself. Especially in school. He sits in the back corner of the classes, never paying attention to the lecture the teacher gives out, already knowing everything that his mother and grandfather had taught him at a young age. And you’ve noticed. The way he snapped at the teacher when they scolded him for not listing nor paying. They way he would answer every question the teacher would ask him to embarrass him for not listening. But in the end embarrassing themselves when he answered correctly. He truly was a mystery at the end of the day, and that just intrigued you more.

You have also noticed that Wayne had a nice talent. A talent of art. You’ve seen it yourself every time you would glance at him. He’s looking down, eyes focused on his sketchbook In front of him as he doodles away. More focused on the piece of paper than the lesson itself. Always getting a bit pissy when the teacher would take his drawing and throw it away. You always felt bad and you can tell Damian always bites back his tongue from saying anything offensive.

He deserves some type of appreciation for those.

When the class goes silent for twenty minutes, that’s normally when Damian ignores his book, pushing it aside and pulling out a piece of paper and a perfectly sharpened pencil. He gets to work. Pencil softly placed over the white sheet as you watched closely. The book in your hands forgotten and now pushed aside.

“I like your drawing Wayne” you whispered. But loud enough for the Wayne boy next to you to hear. “A nice talent I would say”

He murmurs something under his breath. Ignoring your compliment. Minutes passed, you’ve been making little side comments and Damian was starting to get frustrated with you. All he wanted to do was draw quietly for twenty minutes and that’s it. Considering that the book he was supposed to be reading—he already read it.

“Can I help you L/N?” He spat harshly and quietly as he glared down at you.

You glanced up at the boy, smiling “no. Just watching is all. So don’t mind me”

“I actually do mind L/N” he says harshly. A bit to loudy for the class and teacher to hear

“Wayne and L/N please stay quiet. We still have about twelve minutes left.”

“Sorry”

The class goes silent for a while. Until you speak up again. “It’s a really pretty drawing. I think you’re better then the art teacher we have here actually” to Damians dislike, you started to ramble on about random things. “She’s a bit of a hag though. Much more rude than what people say honestly. Y’know got in trouble cause I walked out of class to use the bathroom because she wouldn’t let me. But I guess that’s my own fault”

“Miss.L/N and Mr. Wayne. Please if I have to tell you two to be quiet another time it’s today’s detention”

You stood quiet as the teacher eyed the two of you. You went back to your book quickly. Glancing up at the clock by the door you let out a sigh. Not even five minutes have passed. Shoving the book to the side once again, you leaned your chin down on the wooden desk. Side glancing at the Wayne beside you—who looked too deep in thought as she scribbled on the paper.

“Oh wow” you whispered, maybe a little too loudly “you actually have a killer talent Wayne. Really”

“L/n, me not answering you was a sign that I possibly didn’t wanna speak to you. Couldn’t you take the hint then?” He says harshly. Glaring down at you. You frown

“But you’re talking to me right now, right?”

“Unfortunately”

Damian scuffs. Taking his eyes off you and back done to the piece of paper in front of him.

“See you’re warming up to me. You just need a little push”

“I don’t ever want to warm up to you or anyone in this cla-“

Two pink paper slips were slipped in front of you. Along with domains drawing snatched from the desk. You and Damian glanced up— only to be met with the teacher who only frowned at both of you.

“Told you two didn’t I? I wasn’t playing and Wayne didn’t I tell you to stop drawing in my class? It’s a very nice drawing but please refrain yourself from doing it in my class” and look at you, making you shrink in your seat “it can cause others to be distracted by my lesson. Save your art skills for the art room. Now, I’ll be seeing you two after school for this afternoon's detention”

The teacher shakes her head, walks up to her desk before she throws the paper into the trash. The class was filled with quiet giggles and small chatters. The teacher silenced them and the class was now silent. Damian grumbles something under his breath, gripping the book and opening it to a random page. You felt bad. You didn’t mean to get the both of you in trouble.

“Sorry about that Wayne” you let out a small sheepish laugh. Making sure to keep your voice down. “I didn’t mean-“

“L/N. Just shut it”

“Ouch”

How were you going to make it up to him now?

~~~

The school day seemed to go by quicker than usual. But you still had a long hour ahead of you after school for detention. The teacher sat quietly at her desk, grading a few papers. Damian sat in his usual seat. The teacher looks up

“Ah miss.L/N so nice of you to join us”

They smile at you “you seat is on the opposite side from where you usually sit”

Nodding, you make your way to your new seat. Quietly you sit there, picking at the skin around your nail. Glancing up at the clock—time seemed to go slow. As if was mocking you, trying to make your life miserable by making you stay in the room longer. You let out a small sigh as you put your head down.

The teacher left not long ago. Her words being “I’ll be back in a few. Don’t move, and don’t talk” but you could tell she wasn’t talking to both you and Damian, she was talking to you. You glanced at the small trash can by the teachers desk. One filled with unwanted papers and trash. Damian's picture stood out, peeking its corners at the top of the can. With a small push backwards your seat makes a small screech. The heel of your school shoes makes small tap noises as you make your way to the trash can, stopping in front of it before you lean down. Gripping the piece of paper. You pulled it out softly.

To Damian, your steps became louder and louder within a second. He’s an ex-assassin, he knows when things are getting close. Damian lets out a heavy groan. Dropping the pencil in hand, he glanced up at you. Forest green eyes boring into yours. You stand there for a moment before sliding the sheet of paper onto his desk.

“You didn’t get to finish it” You spoke softly “and I kinda feel bad I put you in this situation so, um, yeah. You can start over. Or, Y’know—you can start off where you left off. The paper might be a little wrinkled but-“

“L/N”

You stopped your rambling as you laughed nervously “oh sorry. I tend to ramble off when I’m a little nervous.”

“A little?” Damian raised a brow. You frown—kissing the front of your teeth as you do so. You turned around pulling out the chair from behind as you dragged it to Damians desk. Plopping yourself onto the seat you let out a sigh. Damian's expression never changes. Glancing at the sudden movements you gave. He hears you speak up once more.

“We didn’t exactly get off on the right foot early. So let’s start over, yeah?”

Confused, the younger Wayne tilts his head. He watches carefully as you lean done again, chin on the wooden desk like earlier. You’re stubborn, Damian can see that. You’re recreating the small little interaction you had with him earlier in the day.

“Nice drawing you got there Wayne. You have a never nice talent”

He blinks. He doesn’t want to give in on whatever the hell you’re planning. But seeing you today, and if you add the other school days, he can see how stubborn you really are in situations like this. He breathes out through his nose. With an annoyed voice he speaks up. Making you smile

“Thank you L/N. I appreciate the compliment you oh so decided to give me today”

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Blurring the Lines

Mythological beings aren’t supposed to exist. Well, that’s what you thought until you’re saved by the one you’ve known about since childhood.

Tighnari/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Gender neutral reader

As soon as you saw your grandparents on the train platform, you almost drop your luggage to give them a hug. You left your cozy home in the countryside for a career in the big city. Your life got so busy that this year is the first time you’ve returned home in a long while.

Your grandparents take turns giving you a hug as your grandma says, "It's so good to see you, child."

“You have no idea how good it is to be back,” you say, returning their tight hug.

On the way back, you gave an update on what’s happening in your life, including switching careers and a move to a new apartment. You also told them about ending a relationship that you thought would end in a happily ever after.

As soon as you enter the small home, you notice a familiar sketchbook on the coffee table. You put your luggage aside and walk up to it.

“Did you forget?” your grandpa asks, closing the door behind him. “It’s your old sketchbook! I found it while I was cleaning the attic.”

You open it and flip through all of your old, crazy doodles. You had a crazy imagination back then, acknowledged by others in the community when they saw what you were drawing. When you flip the page, you stay on this one longer than the others: a drawing of a man with fair skin, chin-length dark green hair, pale pupils, and large, pointy black ears.

Your grandma looks over your shoulder and smiles. “Do you still remember him?”

You do. This is no ordinary… man if that's what you want to call him. Your grandparents entertained you with a mythological story of a young, cool forest ranger who protected the village's forests and mountains. And… you swore you met him once upon a time.

You were a teenager when you got a bad sprain in the woods. You had walked up to a certain point, but the pain was so unbearable that you couldn't walk without falling every two steps. The skies began to darken; a thick fog began to form. Your cell phone was getting no reception.

“Hello!” you yelled. “Is anybody there?” Then, a small sniffle. “Please…”

“Don’t be scared.”

You quickly turned around at the voice. A man with chin-length dark green hair and pale pupils stood behind you. But it was the large, pointy black ears that made your jaw drop.

Hang on. Where had you seen this man before?

He suddenly appeared in front of you, and you quickly turned back.

“How did you do that?”

He gave you a small smile. “A secret.”

Then, he got down on a knee and started examining your ankle. Soon, he started putting medicine on it, which instantly made the pain go away.

“How… what did you do?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he turned around and looked over his shoulder. “Get on.”

“Huh? But… I can walk now.”

"That medicine only takes away the pain for a short time. The effect deteriorates the more you walk." He had a kind look in his eyes. "I'll take you back to the outskirts of the village. From there, the medicine should last you until you get home."

And that was how you ended up on the back of a complete stranger who safely took you out of the forest and only gave his name as the Forest Ranger.

When you told your friends about it, they didn't believe you. There was no man like that in the village. Not real, at least.

"You were saved by the Ranger!" they would joke.

Soon, you started giving this ranger more life by drawing him in your sketchbook and notebooks. He became a person you constantly thought of… until you moved away. But even then, when you drew to relieve stress, you'd be reminded of him… almost as if he's looking out for you.

After putting away some of your luggage, you flop onto your bed for a quick nap. It doesn't take you long to get some much-needed shut-eye. Until you hear a faint voice, that is.

“Welcome back.”

Your eyes open, and you quickly sit up. Of course, it's just you in your room. Your grandparents are out.

Maybe you’re imagining things.

You change into comfortable outdoor clothes and send a quick text to your grandparents that you're heading out for a walk. You have to take advantage of the good weather. Not too hot. Not too cold.

As you get further into the outskirts of the village, you're a little surprised that everything has stayed almost exactly the same since you left, where it feels like there's a new road being built in the city every month.

You’re eventually on a forest path you love taking as a kid. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been hiking, so you take out your phone to check the time. Yet, the first thing you notice is that you have no signal. Huh. That’s strange.

One drop.

Two drops.

You look up and see that the clouds have slightly darkened. Soon, it starts to rain.

You immediately turn back, hurrying along the forest path to return to the house as it rains harder. However, due to a thickening fog, you trip on a small, protruded tree root. You grab the nearest branch to keep yourself from falling, but you wince in pain. You quickly let go and notice the blisters on your hands.

Is it just you, or is the way back taking much longer than you anticipated?

When you look up, you see something glowing in the fog. You head towards it, thinking it might be a sign that you’re getting closer to the village. Except when you get closer, you see a lone, small cabin.

Since when did someone build a cabin in these woods?

When you hear thunder, you quickly walk to it and knock on the door. You're about to yell when the door mysteriously creaks open.

Well, that’s not suspicious at all.

“H-hello…?”

When you enter the cabin, you immediately feel your body warming up. Perhaps it’s the fire crackling loudly in the fireplace. There’s barely any decor, only the necessities. Who in the world lives here?

“So, you’ve finally come.”

You spin around at the unfamiliar, calm male voice. A man who looks eerily familiar with his large black, pointy ears and chin-length dark green hair stands at the closed doorway.

“Who… who are you?” you ask.

The man smiles at you. “The Forest Ranger. Don’t tell me you forgot about me.”

The… Forest Ranger? Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Then, he chuckles. "You're drenched. Let's get you out of those clothes."

You look down but quickly hug yourself. “Excuse me?”

“I… don’t think you’re comfortable wearing wet clothes.” He walks toward you, and you take a step back.

“I don’t even know who you are or where I am. I—”

“This is my home.”

Again, you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. What the heck is going on?

“You told stories about me,” the man continues. Then, a small smile. “The young, friendly forest ranger who patrols the woods and the mountains, ensuring safety to those who need it.”

Your jaw drops.

“W-wait a minute!” You hold up two hands. “If I’m understanding this correctly, you… you aren’t… you aren’t supposed to exist!”

He extends his hand. You look at it and back to him and see a friendly smile. “Why not see for yourself?”

You hesitate to take it but eventually reach out. As soon as you take his hand, he pulls you toward him. Now, one hand is in his, and the other is near his shoulder.

“...What do you think?” he whispers in your ear. “If I wasn’t real, could you touch me like you are right now?”

Your eyes widen, and you quickly step back.

“I, um, this is…”

“I’ll get some clean clothes for you.”

Of course, it's his clothes. Well, at least you think they are. They're all too big on you, but it's better than staying in your wet clothes. Your hair is slightly damp from your warm shower, and a towel is draped around your shoulders when you head downstairs and smell something good. Before you reach the kitchen, you see your phone on the table. You pick it up. Still no reception.

“You look much more relaxed.” You turn and watch him put a plate of hot food on the table.

You put your phone down. “Where are my clothes?”

“In the wash,” he says with a small smile. “I’ll put them out to dry once they’re done.” You look out the window. The thick fog is still there. “Won’t you join me for dinner?”

You sit across from him, not taking your eyes off this mysterious man. “How long have you been living here?”

“...A very long time.”

“How long… exactly.”

His eyes meet yours. “If I say thousands of years, would you believe me?”

You slightly narrow your eyes. “Stop messing around.”

“I’m not.”

Your stomach growls loudly, and you slightly blush while he chuckles.

“Shall we eat?” he asks. You look at the food. Then, as if reading your mind, he says, “I promise I didn’t do anything to it.”

“...That’s what they all say,” you mutter.

Your stomach growls again just as he starts digging in. After a short while of watching him eat, you finally start eating. Your eyes occasionally meet his, and you quickly look away out of embarrassment.

“I’m sure you have many questions.”

“I don’t know if I should ask if you’re going to give me half-assed answers.”

He looks at you, puzzled. “Half-assed? I would never give you a half-assed answer.”

You put your bowl down. “Then tell me who you really are. Or are you some illegal fugitive?”

“I thought giving my name as the Forest Ranger would make you more at ease. But… my name is Tighnari. And I stand by what I said before. I am a forest ranger who patrols the forests and mountains.”

“So you do have a name.”

“You’ve always called me the Forest Ranger. I was curious as to what name you would give me.”

You scoff. “So… you’re saying that I, what? I brought you to life? We aren’t in a fictional tale.”

"You did not bring me to life, but you know about my story. Your grandparents were the ones who told you about me. You built upon my story and added fictional elements. You gave me an intriguing and interesting adventure throughout the years."

You might as well play along with this seemingly ridiculous scenario that you’re talking to a mythological being.

“How do you know about me?”

“I know everyone who lives in the village. I am its protector. So, of course, I would know about you.”

That is the same description your grandparents gave you about the Forest Ranger. The best analogy you can give is that he’s like… a God watching over the people.

“...You watch over the people of the village. Then… what do you do when they leave?”

“Just like how you left for the big city?”

“...Do I want to know how you know that?”

Tighnari smiles. “I know everyone who comes and goes. But you… You've always dreamed of something bigger than this village can offer you.”

Huh… that’s a response you’re not expecting.

"You have a vivid imagination and dream of accomplishing something big with your life. You love the village, but you knew you had to give up something to gain something in return. You didn't want your sacrifice to go to waste, so you're determined to make it in the big city." He looks you in the eyes. "Am I wrong?"

The scary part is that he’s not, and you don’t want to admit it.

Tighnari smiles and stands. “Come. Let me show you something.”

You don’t question it and follow him.

In another part of the cabin, Tighnari shows you a large collection of well… close to everything. There are portraits on the wall. Plants, leaves, and other nature-like items are enclosed in glass cases. You walk up to a portrait that’s in black and white.

“That’s my ancestor,” he says.

“You look very similar.”

“...Perhaps not just in appearance.”

You turn around. “What do you mean?”

Tighnari comes up beside you. “...He was also a protector. Not of this village but another. He committed a great sin.”

“...Sin?”

Tighnari looks you in the eyes. “...Yes. He fell in love with a human.”

You can't look away, and you have no idea why. But it's scaring you more that you don't want to look away.

“I… I see,” you finally say and turn back to the portrait. “...May I ask what happened to him?”

"He was stripped of his status, banished from the world of the Gods. He became a human, which in their eyes, is a tainted soul."

“Well, I don’t know if I would want to be a God either,” you muse. A slight sarcastic laugh. “But being a human isn’t… exactly better.”

“Yes. However… I envy humans in one aspect.”

“Enlighten me.”

Tighnari steps toward you and puts a hand on your cheek.

"They are free to express their emotions." He leans in, and just before his lips meet yours, he looks at you. "...May I?"

Where did this adrenaline come from? Your lips meet his in an honest kiss until it takes an expected turn. His hand slides along your jawline and neck; your bodies are eventually flushed against each other. Eventually, his hand finds its way into your hair, and the slight tug unexpectedly makes your emotions run wild. His lips are soft, skilled, and… welcoming. You aren't expecting such a calm yet eager reception. It's as if he's holding back. You can feel it.

Tighnari has you against a wall, your mouths engaging in a passionate decree that makes you lose all sense of time and space. Until…

“I’ll come back to visit soon,” you said.

You stood on the train platform with your luggage beside you. Your grandparents gave you a tight tug and wished you a safe trip to the city. It was going to be your first time away from home, and they were worried as much as the next parent. But they knew that once you set your mind on something, you wouldn’t turn back.

Your grandma handed you an envelope. “This came for you this morning.”

There was no sender. Just your name in cursive.

You opened the envelope on the train, expecting a letter. But all there was was a simple sentence: Be safe.

You looked in the envelope and saw a red rose.

You pull away, short of breath, as you stare into Tighnari’s eyes.

“You…”

As if a little embarrassed, he looks away, a visible blush on his cheeks. “I’ve always found you fascinating,” he shyly admits. “I… mean this in the best way possible. I’ve only wanted to look out for you like I do with everyone else, but you’ve captured my heart in ways I cannot explain.”

“The letter,” you say softly. “It was from you.”

Tighnari finally looks at you. “...Yes.”

Now, it’s finally your turn to smile. “...A man of a few words. I like that.”

And then you kiss him again, and he returns it wholeheartedly.

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The next time you open your eyes, you’re lying on your bed. You immediately sit up. You’re in your room as if you went back in time. You gently touch your lips, and the vivid memory of you kissing Tighnari comes flooding back. You look down. You’re no longer dressed in his clothes but yours.

You head outside and see that it's no longer raining. The skies have cleared, and the sun is shining brightly.

You hear your grandpa call your name, and you turn to see him approaching you on his bike.

“You’re up! Did you have a good nap?”

“...Was I asleep this whole time?”

"I tried waking you, but you just wouldn't budge. The ride here must've really knocked you out."

“I went out for a walk,” you say. “I texted you and Grandma.”

“You did?” He pulls out his phone. “I… didn’t get anything.”

That’s impossible. You know you texted them. You know you went into the woods. You know you met Tighnari.

"I went into the woods, and it started raining—"

Your grandpa laughs. “Are you sure you’re okay, child? I don’t know if you’ve been out for a walk, but it’s been sunny all day.”

“...But the fog—”

“Come, child. Let’s get you something to eat. Maybe you’re too hungry.”

But you aren’t.

Regardless, you head back into the house and see an envelope on the table. You pick it up and see your name written in cursive.

Your heart starts racing. It isn’t a dream. Right?

The letter inside has only one sentence: I'll visit soon.

Then, just as you pull the red rose out of the envelope, your grandpa asks, “Oh? Who’s that from?”

“...The Forest Ranger?" you say with a slight smile. "Perhaps he's welcoming me home."

End notes: I don't normally do requests, but I had an idea for a Tighnari oneshot which I said I would do for @whorerificstuff. I was close to turning this into a smut piece, but I felt like that would be too... fast? LOL

#genshin impact #tighnari #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari fluff

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