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omori-sv-au · 1 year

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its late but idc i finished a oneshot >:) i actually wrote this like 2 months ago but basically rewrote 80% of it bc it was. very outdated LMAO ive changed quite a bit since ive started making this au but yeah enjoy also this was formatted on mobile so if it looks horrendous on pc please forgive me ill fix it tomorrow

Hero waved goodbye to his employee as he left the restaurant, smiling until he saw the man enter his car. He let out a long sigh and made his way back to his office. It was particularly cold out, and the wind coming inside from when the employee opened the door to leave annoyed him quite a bit. He ruffled through his hair. Why was he letting some wind annoy him?

To be fair, it had been quite the busy day. The restaurant was packed, to say the least- as expected on Saturday nights. Hero knew his food had a great reputation in Faraway. He liked that.

However, night had fallen and the restaurant had closed, meaning it was time for his other “lifestyle” to take it’s course. He finished his closing routine and swiftly left the building.

As expected from the wind earlier, it was particularly chilly today. Definitely staying inside tonight, Hero thought as he walked straight past his car and further down the empty city streets of Faraway. He couldn’t risk taking the car with him- no one could know where he was. Hero slipped into a nearby alleyway, beginning to weave through the various buildings until he found a door on the side of one that looked abandoned.

The door wasn’t particularly special in any way. But it was one Hero found himself at almost every night. There was a slot near the top that opened up when he knocked, revealing a pair of eyes that widened once they laid on him. The door was swiftly opened a moment later.

“Good evening, boss!” The girl who opened the door said with a twinge of nervousness in her voice that Hero picked up and attempted to remedy by sending a smile her way. She breathed a sigh of relief, and he made his way forward until he found another door. But this one belonged to him.

Hero swung it open and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him before setting his bag down. He took a look at the room he was in- his office. His “other” office.

Hero opened a closet in his office and flipped through the various articles of clothing until he found what he needed- a shiny, two-piece blue suit, with white stripes running across both pieces. It had been dry-cleaned and ironed to perfection, and the suit almost looked like it glowed. Only the best, Hero thought as he took the suit out of the closet and began changing out of his work clothes.

He loved the way the suit felt on him. It made him feel important. Respected. Powerful.

Rich.

For the finishing touch on his outfit, he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a pair of large, spiky, triangular sunglasses that were tinted so dark that you could use them as a mirror.

Sure, Hero was the boss of his restaurant, but it was in this outfit and in this time of day that he truly felt like one. Looking at his reflection in the mirror on his desk, he smirked upon seeing he looked as grand as ever.

Down here, no one knew of “Hero”. They only referred to him by one name:

Bossman.

Finally feeling comfortable, he yawned and sat down, only to let out a yelp when he saw someone standing where the door had been.

Hero quickly regained his composure to get a better look at who was in his office. It was a boy- he was definitely younger than Hero, at least 3 or 4 years as he looked fresh out of high school. He was wearing a black tank top and white shorts with black stripes, along with black socks that stopped just above his knees. His hair was pitch black and quite short, but his bangs were long and would cover his face if not for the cat mask he wore to conceal his identity. Hero had no idea who this was or how he got inside, but he knew it meant trouble. He quickly got up and slowly approached the boy.

“Answer quickly. Who are you and how did you get in here?” He snapped, putting his hand in his pocket and gripping a pocket knife he had stashed in there.

“My name is Omori,” the boy started, his voice quiet and monotone. His facial expression didn’t change from the blank one he had when Hero first saw him, even as he was slowly being approached. “I let myself in.”

Hero raised an eyebrow. Who did this guy think he was? Did he even know who Hero was? What he was capable of?

“And why are you here?” He asked, stopping in front of Omori.

“I want to work with you,” answered Omori plainly. Hero paused. Really? All this for a job offering? He snorted.

“Well, it’s admirable that you broke in here, I’ll give you that,” he said, crossing his arms. “But I don’t exactly offer paid positions right away, if you’re here looking to pay off your college debts. Plus…” Hero walked back to his desk and sat down.

“I have no idea who you are, you’ve just broken into my office, and most importantly, you haven’t given me good reason to hire you in the first place. I cant just go around putting nobodies on my team, eh? Why should I hire you?”

Omori was silent for a bit. Hero would never admit it, but he had no idea what he could be thinking about. The expression on his face was unreadable. But, after another moment of silence he finally spoke up.

“Because,” he said, slowly putting his hands up to his mask and beginning to remove it, much to Hero’s surprise. Finally, he could see who this guy was. Maybe it was-

No.

Hero’s eyes widened in fear as the mask fell to the floor with a clang. Standing in front of him was his long-time childhood friend, best friend of his little brother, and sibling to his dead girlfriend… Sunny Suzuki.

“…I know who you are, Hero.”

Hero began to sweat, which he hated doing in this suit. This was pretty bad. No one had figured out his true identity, and if word got out, his reputation of being one of the most kind-hearted and generous people in Faraway would be ruined. And he desperately needed that reputation. Not only that, but someone he was very close with was the one to find it out.

But wait. He wanted to work with him. Why would Sunny possibly want to work with him?

“Sunny?” He began, trying to regain his composure. “Sunny, you- you can’t be here. Let alone work here. You’re gonna go home, go to sleep, and forget everything you saw here. Got it?”

Sunny was silent again, which Hero disliked.

“No.” He said, after what seemed like another eternity. “I want to work with you.”

Hero frowned. “Sunny, you know what I do here, right?”

“Yes.”

“And, pray tell me, what exactly did you have in mind of doing with me?”

“Helping.”

Hero sighed. This wasn’t going anywhere, but he didn’t know if Sunny would leave. He seemed dead-set on this, for reasons he could not comprehend.

“Sunny, listen- what I do is very, VERY dangerous. And while this may seem hypocritical, I can’t in good heart let you come with me.”

“I can help. Watch,” Sunny replied, as if he didn’t hear a word Hero said. Hero opened his mouth to protest but was silenced when Sunny raised an arm and three, ghost-like red hands appeared from thin air and levitated upwards, mimicking Sunny’s arm. Hero’s eyes widened in surprise. So… Sunny had superpowers? And he never knew… he wondered if any of the others knew about it. Nevertheless, this changed everything.

“Sunny, my friend…” he said, the tone of his voice changing to that of a smooth businessman.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Why, if I knew you had superpowers I’d have you on my team as soon as possible. Welcome aboard!” He exclaimed, getting up and walking over to Sunny. He stuck out a hand towards him, grinning like a maniac. Sunny stared at his hand for a second, and then took his hand and shook it, sealing the deal. Hero let go and took a step back.

“Now, those red hands you’ve got there look helpful… but can you fight?”

Sunny nodded. “I can demonstrate.” Hero laughed. “While I’d love to see that, I’d rather keep my henchmen healthy tonight. Saves loads of money on hospital bills… you know how it is. However…”

He went back to his desk, turning on his computer and quickly scrolling through something. When he found what he was looking for, he sent a smirk towards Sunny.

“I’ve got something I gotta do tomorrow night that will give you loads of people to practice on. Whaddya say?”

“Okay.”

Hero walked back towards him and slapped a hand on his back, letting out another hearty laugh.

“Then it’s a deal!”

#omori #omori au #omori sv au #oneshot #my writing #omori hero #omori sunny #agghh im nervous abt posting this #hope u guys like it!!

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miasanmuller · 1 year

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Dear @gxtzeizm tagged me a couple days ago and I finally have time to do this one. Thanks for tagging me Iz!!

Nickname: Well Ander is already a nickname so idk my boyfriend sometimes call me Andy lol

Sign: Pisces

Height: 183 cm, no idea how much is that in feet or whatever

Last thing I googled: Where I could rent social clothes to wear at my friends wedding this weekend bc the only place in town I knew closed lmao in the end I couldn’t find it so I had to spend the money I don’t have to buy said clothes... i want to die

Song stuck in my head: This amazing cover o Kylie Minogue’s Can’t Get You Out of My Head

Numbers of followers: 1005 but like... 900 or something are inactive and 80% of the rest is probably bots I forgot to flag lmao

Amount of sleep: Usually something between 6 and 7 hours

Lucky numbers: Don’t think I have one?

Dream job: Being rich

Wearing: A striped purple/wine shirt which I love and black shorts

Movies/books that summarise me: "O Tempo e o Vento” (The Time and The Wind) by Erico Verissimo (particularly the last volume of the trilogy, O Arquipélago - The Archipelago). There must be more but this is the first one that come into mind

Favourite songs: Listen my spotify wrappeds have been consistently like 80% the same since 2018 and that’s because I love a lot of songs so dearly that I listen to them non-stop so I honestly don’t know what to put here lol

Favourite instrument: To listen to? Guitar, piano, harmonica. To play? None lol

Aesthetic: Night sky, stars, sunflowers, ravens, warm colors, wine, wood

Favourite author(s): I used to love Sidney Sheldon when I was 17

Currently reading: None

Fav colour: Red is usually the answer but pink and purple are lowering their distance towards the 1st place so who knows really

Fav animal noise: My cat gently asking to be petted in the middle of the night before she has a snack

Last song: Culpa do Cupido by Pabllo Vittar...............

Last Movie: Don’t remember bc I lost the habit of watching movies

Random: I’m getting really into pedagogy and theories of education and teaching so I’m almost picking up a few books on the subject to read... what is happening with me?

I have no idea who already did this before so please ignore me if you already did/already been tagged/simply don’t feel like doing this. I tag @fabioquartararhoe @clowningbayern @leongolretzka @byeeern and @miss-i-ship-it

#iz thanks again for tagging me! really liked this one #tag game

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hollysoda · 1 year

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I found a bunch of notes the other day from one of my first ever Warrior Cats OCs (from 2015) and thought it would be funny to share them

Foxfang was basically a Firestar clone. He was ginger with white paws and a black tail, and was included in the prophecy “the brave fox will slay the evil rabbit.” (Creative, I know). He’s a warrior of DawnClan.

His mate was a she-cat called Silverstripe who was white with, you guessed it, a silver stripe going down her back and black paws. I think she was technically my first warriors OC but I made the story revolve around Foxfang for some reason. Her personality bio is literally just: kind, loves kits and loves Foxfang 💀

Final main character is Redwing, Foxfang’s best friend and the medicine cat of their clan. He’s a Ravenpaw clone; very anxious until he finds his calling aka healing cats. He’s a red cat with white paws.

Other important cats include Falconeye (Foxfang’s mentor), Cheetahstar (DawnClan’s leader), Stormflower (DawnClan’s deputy who had an entire secondary forbidden romance plotline) and the main antagonist Rabbittail (from their rival clan DuskClan, and also Stormflower’s son lmao)

Basically DuskClan were trying to take over DawnClans territory for unspecified reasons but the prophecy foretold that Foxfang would be able to stop it by killing Rabbittail (his ass isn’t even leader why is it so important!!!)

There’s a lot of romantic subplots, including Stormflower and her mate Burnwhisker who are the most tragic couple ever!!!1!1!1! Also this wasn’t in the notes but I’m pretty sure Foxfang’s daughter became evil because Rabbittail’s spirit manipulates her in the dark forest because Omen of the Stars was still new and cool back then

I would’ve been 10 or 11 when I came up with this and it shows but the artistic side of me really wants to redesign/rewrite these guys

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cat #waca #warrior cats ocs #warrior cats original characters #warrior cats nostalgia

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Ah, your work is so cute and it puts me in a good mood! You also have the characters personalities perfected! I was wondering if you could do a fic where maybe Mammon and MC are hanging out and MC comes out as trans (Ftm), but on accident (like Mammon sneaks a peak at his phone and noticed pride stuff and asks). Recently figured out I was and it’s been a bumpy ride and I just need a fic to cheer me up. Thank you if you do

You sir have been Most Patient, and for that I cannot thank you enough! This is super late, but I hope all is going well with you and your journey. ^-^ I also hope you still get some enjoyment out of this fic, even if it’s oh so very late.

Like… a year late. Maybe more. Probably more.

Sidebar, the setup for this feels kinda long but I also personally think it’s funny so I’m leaving it. I don’t have an editor to tell me no sooooooo :p

Content warnings: Accidental outing as trans, the mortifying ordeal of coming out, but otherwise this is gonna be pretty fluffy.

Also, this isn’t a warning, but since I usually do gn stuff, I’m gonna be extra clear and say this fic is about a transgender male MC who uses he/him pronouns. Ladies and theydies, if you’d like your time, please wait until I’ve opened requests again and I’ll be happy to write ‘ya something.

Cis people who want to be transphobic? Why are you even here lmao

MC Comes Out as FTM By Accident (feat. Mammon)

It’s a (relatively) quiet day at the House of Lamentation. Satan is still firmly in the scheming phase of his latest prank; Lucifer is in some parlour somewhere, sipping Demonus and listening to a record that would “somberly vibrate the flesh off of your mortal bones, MC”; and Levi and the twins are livestreaming a bet about how many of the otaku third born’s figurines Beel can bench press (the latter two are under threat of 1000 years of torture if any of the merchandise is damaged).

This leaves Mammon and MC chilling on one of the House’s many frighteningly expensive couches, sometimes chatting, sometimes just silently sharing Devilgram memes with each other.

(Asmo had been with them, but left after declaring that the sexual tension Mammon constantly radiated while around MC had become more pathetic than amusing. MC had just rolled his eyes and laughed, but judging by how many pillows Mammon had thrown his brother’s way and the dark blush on his face, he was taking the teasing more seriously.)

Personally, MC didn’t get why Mammon’s brothers gave him such a hard time. Sure he can be abrasive and his refusal to be honest despite how terrible he is at lying could get… frustrating, to say the least, but all in all he isn’t a bad person. Maybe demons are just bad at expressing genuine fondness for each other. Or maybe it just runs in the family, so to speak.

“H-hey, what are ‘ya staring at?!” Oops. MC didn’t even realize he’d been eyeing Mammon for that long. Not that he minds getting an extra eyeful of Mammon...

“Sorry, just spaced out for a minute there,” he says.

Neither break eye contact for a long moment.

Shit, this is awkward. Think, MC, say something!

“So did you see this video of a hellhound on a trampoline—”

A glass-shattering shriek echoes through the House of Lamentation, followed by — oh that is actual glass shattering — and the plip-plap footsteps of someone running with bare, wet feet. Seconds later, a furious and appropriately damp Asmodeus comes flying down the stairs, with a weird orange and white towel on his head… Aaaaand nothing else on. MC doesn’t get to process any more than that before Mammon pounces on him, straddling him and covering his eyes with a hand.

“Asmo! What the hell are you doing, running around naked and screaming?!”

“I think you know why, you stupid scumbag!” Asmo retorts with an affronted flip of his hair. Or at least MC thinks it was his hair, all he knows is he just got lightly splashed. Why does he smell citrus?

“What are you even talking about?”

“I was going to take a nice, relaxing bath to scrub off your desperation for MC’s affections—”

“I am NOT desperate!”

“— but when I washed my hair, you know what happened?”

“...You confused orange juice for shampoo?” Mammon drawls. MC doesn’t need his vision to picture the smirk on Mammon’s face.

“How dare you,” Asmo hisses at much lower volume than before, “I would never confuse any of my bathing products.” His voice immediately returns to its regular cadence. “No, someone snuck dye into it, or replaced it, or cursed it or something! Because now,” a towel smacks wetly against the floor, “my hair looks like this!”

Mammon howls with laughter, prompting Asmo to make several sounds MC semi-confidently determines to be swears in Infernal… or whatever the native language of the Devildom is called.

He paws at Mammon’s hand obscuring his vision. If Asmo’s hair has been turned into a creamsicle by some prank gone wrong, he very much wants to see the damage. Unfortunately, Mammon doesn’t budge.

“Not that this isn’t extremely hilarious, but what does it have to do with me?”

Asmo squawks indignantly. “What does it— It was obviously you, you idiot!”

Finally, Mammon removes his hand from MC’s eyes to point an accusatory finger at Asmo and proclaim, “No way!”

The brothers’ petty argument fades into white noise as MC beholds Asmo’s hair. It truly is something else. The demon’s curls have gone from a peachy pink to a swirled mess of neon orange, with pieces of the original colour peaking through here and there. It cannot be played off as intentional or good in any way. There are even patches of his skin that are dyed orange as well. It’s pretty hilarious.

MC is starting to lose feeling in his legs.

“Uh, Mammon? You mind getting off of me?”

Eyes enormous, the Avatar of Greed does just that, and instead presses himself into the other side of the couch like a startled cat. Asmo rolls his eyes and turns his attention to MC.

“You’re not overwhelmed with the most poorly hidden crush of the millenia, right? Would you mind helping me sort this mess out?” he asks. “Think about it. It’ll just be you and me, all glistening and—”

“Not helping your case,” MC retorts, carefully keeping his eyes above Asmo’s waist, “but yeah, whatever cursed soda got into your hair stuff is probably close enough to normal stains that my tricks will help get them out. But! You need to put on some clothes first.”

“Spoilsport~ But if you insist…” Asmo smiles beatifically and saunters back to his room, making absolutely no effort to cover himself as he goes.

I’d kill for his confidence, MC thinks. He promises Mammon he’ll be back as soon as possible and takes his leave, following the trail of watery footprints.

~~~

Mammon remains folded into the corner of the couch, pouting. Of course Asmo had to come and steal MC away from him, he can’t have any time alone with him ever! There’s always some stupid shenanigans that interrupt it—

MC left his phone.

It’s sitting innocuously on the couch, face down. Unguarded.

Vulnerable.

He shouldn’t. He won’t! That’s MC’s phone. Mammon may be a demon, but he’s a demon with standards. He will totally respect MC’s privacy. He’s not even tempted. Who cares about some human’s phone anyway?

...What if it’s unlocked?

“Oh screw it.”

The phone’s in his hand before the indent it left in the couch cushion can spring back in full. It is, in fact, unlocked, and open on the photos app for some reason. The photos are organized in time based folders. Mammon scrolls through the more recent ones, which consist mostly of pictures of the brothers, some with MC, some not — hey, when did MC take that picture of him?! — until he comes across a folder simply labelled “Pride”.

“Tch, they have a whole folder dedicated to Lucifer? Gross!” Mammon remarks as he opens it.

Jealous as he may not be of MC dedicating a folder to Lucifer instead of him anyone else, new pictures of Lucifer could sell for a pretty penny on the Devildom black market…

Oh. Oh. These are not photos of Lucifer.

Mammon’s not the most knowledgeable about the human world, but he knows a Pride parade when he sees one. It looks like MC had a really nice time, smiling and laughing with a group of people in brightly coloured clothes. The album ends with a wide shot of MC and his friends in a line doing various corny poses. Each one has a distinctly coloured flag draped across their shoulders like a cape. MC’s is a 5 striped design of bright blue, pink, and white bars. The wrinkles on the flag/cape suggest it was recently unpackaged.

Something about those colours pings at Mammon’s memory, and with a bit of effort it comes to him: when MC first came to the Devildom, his phone background involved those colours! Asmo had seen it and asked him about the colour choice, to which he’d responded with some blustering nonanswer and then promptly changed the background.

Did MC… think that any of them would judge him for being trans?

“Okay,” MC declares as he re-enters the room, “Asmo’s given up and is bleaching his hair, apparently magic demon pranks go way harder...than…”

Mammon freezes. The pair stare each other down for a few interminable seconds.

“...That’s my phone.”

“So it is…!”

“You saw the pictures, didn’t you.”

“Piiiiiiiicturrrrreessssss?” Mammon extends the word into several more syllables than is necessary. “What pictures?”

MC’s mouth does not say “Dude.” But the expression on his face very much conveys the sentiment nonetheless.

“Okay okay, I might have taken a little peek at your phone while you were gone. But it was just to make sure you didn’t leave it on! I locked it right away, I swear!”

“You’re still holding it.”

“Kuh-K-Keeping it warm! Cold phones lose battery faster!”

“...”

“Ugggggghhhhh okay! I looked a lot and saw everything! That what you wanna hear?!”

MC braces himself. “So…?”

“So what?”

“You don’t have any… questions?” he asks with a gesture towards himself.

“Uhhh, no?” Mammon pauses. “Oh wait, yeah, I have one.” Here we go. “ ‘MC’ and he/him pronouns are the right junk to call you by, yeah?”

MC blinks owlishly. “Yup— Uh, yeah, they are. Been that way for a while now… You really don’t—”

“MC,” Mammon says with a sharp toothed grin, “you really think humans are the only ones who get unsatisfied with what meat vessel or titles they’re assigned by the big man upstairs?”

Understanding bonks MC on the head with the same delicacy that Mammon carelessly tosses his phone back with. “Wait, r—”

“Let me show you how cool the Devildom trans flag is.”

#mrsketchydude #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me imagines #obey me trans mc #mine #my writing #mammon #happy pride month everyone #except where i live the parade is in august so it's more like pride summer #hot demon summer indeed lol #all the brothers are trans and/or nb bc i said so #but especially mammon #PS: i do not have a design for the devildom trans pride flag in mind #but if someone else does I Would Like To See It

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spectovrs · 3 years

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so this is specifically dedicated to the amazing @sigyncevans cause shes in love with stevie and cause we wanted a crossover between verch x steve and ivonne x charles. so yea here you go, i hope you'll like it lmao

side note: before every part there's a title of a song that matches this part's vibe :D also, as you'll probably see, I'm a Swiftie and NBHD stan <3

warnings: mentions of war, canon level violence, some swears, apart of that none - pure fluff

word count:

hope you enjoy <3

I'M GONNA UPDATE THIS LATER THIS IS NOT THE WHOLE STORY

------------------------- "Paper rings"

"Verch, hey Verch wake up, the sun has already risen!"

"And what do you want me to do, photosynthesis?" Verch asked Steve who tried to wake her up

"Hey, you don't need to be aggressive" said Steve with a little smirk "I just want to eat breakfast with my beautiful girlfriend"

"As you should tho" she yawned "wait a second I'm coming"

Steve gave her this heart eyes look which always made her heart melt. He took a few steps back so she had more space to get up. He looked at her as she stretched her arms, grabbed a hoodie and made her bed. When she was done he took her hand and together they went downstairs to the kitchen.

"What do you wanna eat?" Steve asked

"Anything babe" Verch responded "you cook so good, everything you make is great" she added.

"Okay,, it's cereal then" he said

"Not very ambitious but I love it" she laughed "thanks Stevie"

"Really it's my pleasure" Steve chuckled and started preparing the food.

Verch brought the bowls and cereal while Steve was finding milk. Few minuted later they had everything finished. Together they sat at the table, chatting happily, appreciating the fact that they had each other. They both knew damn right that they were so lucky that they met and that they had someone to share everything with, to talk about everything, sometimes cry to. They loved each other, there was no doubt about that.

----------------------------- "London boy"

Charles opened his eyes slowly and blinked as the sun hit him right in the face. He moved his head and now he was facing her. Ivonne. She was still sleeping, breathing quietly, hugging him very thighly for a sleeping person. Suddenly she yawned and started blinking just like Charles did. She scrunched her nose a little.

"I love your cute nose scrunch" Charles said "it reminds me of Edith" /fyi Edith is a cat Charles and Ivonne adopted/

"Since when I'm compared to our cat Charlie?" Ivonne asked with overdramatic tone.

"Since we got her. You remember when we first saw her? She had exact same look on her face as you had" he laughed "still, I think you look adorable"

"Thanks I guess" she yawned again "I'm hungry" she added.

"This was so random darling" Charles put her hair behind her ear "but same, so maybe let's go and eat something"

"Good idea" she sat on the bed and rubbed her face "this sun is attacking me" she complained as she covered her eyes with her hand.

"You're right" Charles said and rolled out of bed. He immediately stood up, offered Ivonne his hand ("will you take my hand ma'am?") and dancing with her to the melody they together sang he guided her to the kitchen.

-------------------------- "Play with fire"

"So, did you like the movie?" Steve asked as they went out of the cinema.

"Yes of course! My favourite part was when all heroes went into the sunshine in the end. So emotional" Verch said, tearing up a little bit "If I was in a movie I would end it exact same way" she added.

Steve nodded and smiled at her softly. For some time they remained silent as they both imagined their perfect endings.

"You know what?" Verch asked "It's not about going to a certain place. It's about who you go there with" she stopped for a second. "In my perfect ending, I go into the sunshine with you and all our friends. We're all happy cause we know that we did everything we could to leave this world better than we arrived in it"

"It's a beautiful ending" Steve imagined it in his head "I would love it to be real" he added. "It can be real if we try hard enough" Verch smiled hopefully "I want to try Steve. For you, for all of us" "Me too darling, me too" he kissed her cheek gently "I love you Verch and I always will"

Suddenly they heard a high pitched sound, as if someone vey angry tried to tear all metal around them into pieces. Verch curled up in pain, covering her ears. Steve immediately pulled her closed and hugged her so the noise was less painful.

"What the hell is that?" Verch asked with pain in her voice

"I have no idea" Steve replied, at same time trying to find the source of sound. He looked up to the sky... and saw a man in a strange looking suit, long cape and a helmet who was floating in the air and basically... worked like a big magnet. All metal from the street, which was cars, phones, street lamps, wires etc were flying in this man's direction and creating some kind of field around him.

"Maybe we should do something about this?" Verch yelled as noise was getting louder.

"Yeah you're right" Steve yelled back "luckily I have my shield with me"

"Wait Stev-" Verch tried to warn him but he didn't hear her. Steve threw the shield at the man and yeah of course shield didn't come back cause.. it was metal.

"What the hell Steve, this man rules metal and you throw your METAL shield at him?!"

"Yes, maybe this was not the best idea" Steve said with a bit of shame in his voice "plan B then, run"

They both started running away from the metal ruler. There was noone here, all other people ran away much earlier. Suddenly they saw a white light before them. The light was growing fast and it formed a circle. It looked like a... portal. They stopped like 100 meters away from the circle. They saw a silhouette coming out of the portal. Woman, dark hair, blue eyes, something about 25 years, in a black suit with white stripes forming "X" on her chest. She looked serious yet her view had something comforting in it. She saw them standing and gestured to the portal.

"Come on Steve, take Verch to the portal" how did she know their names? "quick, it's mot safe for you here" she rushed them. Steve, still in shock, took Verch's hand and ran with her to the portal. Last thing they saw before portal closed was that the woman's hands were glowing just like Wanda's but not red. Left white and right black.

------------------------ "Little dark age"

They ran onto a lawn. Very big lawn to be honest. Somewhere in front of them they noticed huge, old-looking mansion.

"Where the hell are we?" Verch was a little scared " and how this girl knew our names, who was she and who was this magnet man?"

"Well, I can answer all your questions, if you let me" they heard a calm voice. They looked around to find the talking person but there was noone in their sight.

"Uhm, who are we talking to?" Steve asked also worried

"I'm Charles. Charles Xavier. And I'm sorry I am in your minds but I didn't know if I can fully trust you" said the voice.

"Wait- you're in our heads?" Verch asked now absolutely frightened

"I'm sorry, but I had to check" Charles replied "wait a minute, I'm already near to you" he added. As soon as he finished the sentence, they saw him walking down the lawn. Tall, blue eyed and dark haired just like the woman who they've met before. He stopped few meters away from them and looked at them for a second. Finally Steve asked the question both him and Verch wanted to ask.

"This woman who opened the portal... you know her?"

"Yes, her name is Ivonne. She sensed that you're in trouble and immediately got herself in the middle of a multidimensional hole. But, here she comes" Charles said and, in fact the portal opened again and woman, or Ivonne as they just learned, appeared again.

"And how did it go?" Charles asked her "what did you do with him? I hope you didn't kill him"

"Oh no, of course not, stupid" she said with a cocky smile "the Avengers showed up and bet his ass"

"The Avengers?" Steve and Verch gasped

"Yeah, the Avengers" Ivonne said "not that they introduced themselves" she winked at Charles and laughed

"Ivonne's a telepath, just like me" Charles explained "we can read people's minds"

"So this is how you knew our names right?" Verch turned to Ivonne

"Yep" the girl replied "I know, it's wasn't really good but I didn't have time to explain"

"It's okay" Verch chuckled "thank you for saving us tho" she added

"No problem and you're welcome" Ivonne smiled "and I love your hair Verch. It looks great"

"Thank you" Verch smiled at her "I love your suit"

"Now thank you" Ivonne smiled back "well, I guess you're hungry, maybe you want to come in and eat something?" she asked

"Great idea" Charles joined in "Verch, Steve what do you think?"

"Sounds great" Steve said

"Yeah same" Verch responded

"Okay, Ivonne, can you guide us?" Charles asked

"Of course, this way" Ivonne started walking to the mansion and the rest followed her.

--------------------- "Meet me at our spot"

"So, how did you know we're in trouble?" Verch asked when everyone finished eating.

"I'm not sure, but it's possible that something or someone broke the reality and that it's possible to travel between different universes" Ivonne said and Charles nodded

"We think someone was at the end of time and did something that consequented into forming a multiverse" Charles added.

"So this guy, this wielding metal one, was from different universe?" Steve was completely shocked

"Yes, specifically for OUR universe" Charles replied "his name is Erik, also known as Magneto. He is... was my friend. I don't think I know him anymore" Charles saddened "anyway, he probably didn't intentionally go into your verse. He just got himself into a hole between a parallel verse, which we found out to be your verse aka Avengers Verse. In shorter version we call it AVerse"

"Wait, so now everyone can travel between universes?" Verch was clearly very interested in the topic.

"Not everyone, just people with powers to bend reality, for example me, or people who just got themselves into a colliding verses like Erik" Ivonne answered.

"Wow.. this must be so cool to have powers like yours" Verch smiled sadly "I don't have any superpowers, I'm just... like everyone"

"No, you're definitely not like everyone" Charles tried to cheer her up.

"Yes, he's right" Steve hugged her "you're unusually intelligent, smart, charming... you're the one and only" he added

"I'm sure you have powers but just don't know it yet" Ivonne smiled "you'll figure it out someday. Maybe faster than you think"

"Thank you guys" Verch gave them a soft smile "but if you'll excuse me, can we go to sleep now? I'm horribly tired and I'd love to get some rest"

"Now that you say it I feel sleepy too" Ivonne yawned.

"Great, I'll show you a room" Charles stood up from the table "one bed or two?"

"One of course" Steve winked at Verch

"Oh I understand" Charles looked at Ivonne "we have same thing going on"

"Oh God, can you stop flexing with it" look on Ivonne's face told that this is not the first time she had to deal with this "he literally tells that to every single couple we meet. "Hi, I'm Charles and this is Ivonne, hey did you know she's my girlfriend? Oh well she is, yeah we sleep in the same bed" and it goes and goes and goes and it never ends"

Verch chuckled but Charles looked like someone just punched him in the face.

"I didn't know it bothers you that much darling" he said looking in Ivonne's eyes

"Well, no it doesn't, I just like messing with you" she gave him a filtry smile "alrighty then, Verch, Steve come on, I'm gonna show you your room"

"Goodnight" Charles said as they were going up the stairs. They said goobe to him too and followed Ivonne who was already upstairs. They walked through the corridor to its end and Ivonne opened the door before them.

"I hope you'll like the room" she pointed at door on the right side of the room "here's a bathroom, I think towels are already there, if you'll need anything just focus on it, Charles or I will hear you" she checked again if everything was on its place "goodnight and see you tomorrow"

"Bye" Verch said "sweet dreams"

Ivonne closed the door behind her. Verch went to the shower and Steve waited for her outside the bathroom. When she finished, she walked out so Steve could wash himself too. She jumped on the bed. It was very comfy and soft. She wrapped herself up into the blanket. She didn't even know when she fell asleep.

------------------------- "Don't blame me"

"We can't leave it like that Charles" Ivonne confronted him "waiting won't give us more time and you know it. Do you want our world to be taken over again?"

"No, I just think we should know more about the problem before we start doing something about it" his voice was calm but his eyes were saying different thing.

"We already know what the problem is: the multiverse" Ivonne bit her lip "we don't have time Charles. Erik went to AVerse, what if someone bad from AVerse will arrive in our world? Avengers don't have telepaths in their squad and we don't know how to fight their bad guys"

"You're right, but still, we don't know if the multiverse is actually the problem. Maybe we misunderstood something or maybe only the two verses collided. We don't know it and, till we will not be absolutely sure, it's not wise to take any actions. Also we don't know what caused the break of reality so we don't know how to patch it up"

"You're just scared" Ivonne let out a little snort "you're scared of doing anything about it"

"No, I'm scared about YOU doing anything about it" Charles looked her in the eyes

"Why? I think I can handle my powers, you yourself said it"

"It's not about your powers, I just... I just don't want you to be hurt" did his eyes fill with tears or was it just the light? "you suffered enough Vonnie. I don't want to see you in pain again"

Ivonne moved closed to him and hugged him delicately. "I don't want you to be hurt too Charles" she whispered "you mean everything to me, never forget that". She missed him softly and rest her head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much Vonnie"

------------------------ "Sweater weather"

Verch woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She didn't remember everything but she saw light, felt pain and... she had some kind of powers? It was beautiful and terrifying at same time. She tried to calm her mind but she only stressed herself even more. She heard quiet knock on the door. They opened and Verch saw Ivonne standing on the corridor.

"Hey Verch" Ivonne said quietly trying not to wake up Steve "is everything okay? I heard your mind and I wanted to find out. You sounded very... terrified"

"I'm fine, totally, just had a nightmare. It's nothing really, I'm sorry I woke you up" Verch felt really bad for waking her up "I'm really fine" she added

"You sure about that? It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway" Ivonne smiled calmly "if you want to talk, I'm here"

"Uhh it's just that.. this nightmare.. it felt so real. I felt pain, my pain, and saw light coming from me, and I'm scared cause I don't fucking know what that means"

"Do you need a hug? Sometimes it's the best way to help"

"Yeah thanks"

Ivonne walked to her and hugged her softly

"I can help you fall asleep if you need it"

"Do you think I really have superpowers?" Verch asked after some time.

"Yes, actually, now when you had this dream I'm sure about it" Ivonne hugged her a little thither "they will appear really soon in my opinion"

"Thanks Ivonne" Verch smiled "I could use your help going back too sleep if it's okay"

"Of course"

Verch watched her as she rised her right hand and touched her scalp. Her mind went blank and she fell asleep with no dreams.

------------------------- "Leaving tonight"

Next day, Verch and Steve woke up and went downstairs. They met Charles who clearly didn't sleep well, dark circles under his eyes told them everything.

"Woah, you look like you didn't sleep at all" Steve asked him, raising his brows.

"I didn't actually" Charles yawned "it was a very bad night. Ivonne didn't sleep too"

"Oh my god what happened, I hope it wasn't our fault" Verch really didn't want to be a problem.

"No of course not, it's just... our world is not perfect and... I don't know if I can tell you that actually. I have to ask her first, wait a second" Charles touched his head like Ivonne did when she came to help Verch. He looked like he's contacting someone without words. "Alright, she's okay with it. Well, I am from a family that loved me and stuff but Ivonne isn't. Her parents never accepted her powers and basically threw her out of the house. She was fifteen at the time. She used her powers to get food, water and have a place to sleep. She was still studying and decided to go to university. Oxford specifically. That's where I met her. She was very closed and didn't trust me at first but after some time she told me everything about her past and about her being a telepath. When I was assembling the team I asked her if she wanted to join. She said yes. She was mostly doing a spy job and she was really good at it. But once we lost contact with her. She was sent to New York to find a well known scientist, who we thought might be in danger. She arrived there but suddenly she disappeared. We tried everything to contact her again but her mind was gone too. I was so worried about her that I went to NY to find her. She was in fact captured by CIA and investigated. They asked her about our team but she didn't tell them anything so they became more brutal. I somehow managed to break her out but she already was totally terrified. She has photographic memory. She remembers every single detail of the investigation. How she was tortured and stuff. She has nightmares. Every single night. But sometimes, it's worse, like today. Panic attacks for sure. Its hard to calm her down and it takes me whole night sometimes"

"This is awful, how is she feeling now?" Verch and Steve felt sorry for her "is there any way to help her?"

"I'm afraid not" Charles smiled sadly "but thank you. Now, would you like to eat something?"

"Yeah, sure"

"Okay, come on, let's prepare breakfast"

-------------------- "Call it what you want"

It was afternoon, Steve was training with his shield in the garden (Ivonne gave it back to him after Avengers bet up Erik). He thought about everything: about the danger multiverse created, about how he was in parallel universe now, about how are Avengers doing without him and about... Verch. She seemed a lot more serious last days and he didn't know if it was because of everything they went through recently or because of something she didn't want to tell him. She clearly had a secret and Steve was okay with it, he just didn't want her to go through this alone. He loved her and wouldnt sleep well knowing he ignored her problems and didn't do something to help. He threw his shield again, it bounced off the trees and came back to him. He threw it harder. And harder and harder. He catched the shield and sat on the grass, covering his head in his hands.

"Steve?"

He immediately recognised this voice. Verch.

"You alright?" Verch asked again.

"Yes sweetheart, I'm fine. Just a little tired" he tried not to sound weird. He didn't want her to worry about him.

"Steve. Don't lie to me, I see something isn't right" Verch didn't let him trick her "you can tell me everything, you know it"

"I just worry about you Verchie. You are more serious now, you laugh less, you don't seem happy, I mean you don't have to be happy all the time but I just feel something is wrong"

Verch went silent for a few seconds. When she finally spoke her voice was shaking.

"I feel like I have a power inside me. It awakened some time ago. And it scares me. I don't know if I will control it, what if I hurt someone? I... don't know anymore who I really am. I don't know what these powers even are" her eyes filled with tears. Steve hugged her and stroked her hair softly as she cried in his arms.

"I'm afraid Steve, I don't want to hurt anyone"

"You won't sweetie and don't be afraid, I will always be here with you, I promise"

"Thank you Stevie"

"I love you Verchie"

--------------------------- "Best friend"

Verch didn't remember next few days well, it all blurred into fear, sleep, eating and wandering around the mansion. Ivonne was feeling better, Verch talked to her a lot, she was checking up on her very often which Ivonne appreciated. The two grew up closer, Verch started to think that she finally has a friend other than Steve. She couldn't call the Avengers her real friends cause they didn't talk much. She saw them sometimes when they were coming to her house to pick up Steve. They were all cool, dangerous and... had superpowers. Were better than average people. It scared her a bit and always made her feel a little anxious. Did she say everything right? Didn't she annoy any of them? Maybe they didn't like what she did or said and now she made new enemies? Steve always told her that they like her and that she did everything right but she didn't really believe him. One small part of her always doubted that.

So she really appreciated Ivonne. She felt like she had someone who doesn't judge her, who genuinely likes her and who won't turn their back on her once she disagrees with them. Ivonne felt same way but, as she had in her character, didn't tell Verch about that. Ivonne's one and only real friend, apart from Verch, was Charles. He always was there for her, understood her so well and never left her side. She always thought about him as a very good friend but deep inside she knew that he's something more. "Idiot in love" she called herself out one day.

Now, that she had Verch, she was damn sure that she finally has a best girl friend who will always stand with her.

And Verch thought same about her.

------------------------- "Flawless"

Charles called them all to his office telling them that they must think about a plan. So, the four was now sitting on comfy armchairs brainstorming how to end the multiverse. For now, noone had any ideas.

"My brain hurts" Steve complained "I'm not used to this much thinking about complicated stuff"

"Same" Ivonne rubbed her eyes "even tho I am a MSc in genetics"

"I need a break" Verch let her head fall on the back of her armchair "this shit is tiring, all these... dangers, oh my god they are just-" she yawned

"Yeah I think we need a break" Charles also seemed sleepy "wanna go outside or have a nap here?"

"Move Xavier, I'm coming" Ivonne stood up and three fast steps later she was on his lap.

"Steve, you move too" Verch followed her friend's example, sat down next to Steve and cuddled into him.

"I'll take as a "we wanna take a nap here"" Charles chuckled and started playing with Ivonne's hair.

Steve pulled Verch closer and watched her for a second as she fell asleep.

"How did you confess to Verch?" Charles suddenly asked him.

"What? Oh, I invited her to the cinema then we went to a tower, she loves night views from high places, and I just... told her. Kinda basic but I couldn't think of anything better to be honest. She liked me back so anything would work anyway. But there was also one situation, we were at the Avengers Tower at a party. We danced a lot and I told her that I love her for the first time and we kissed.. all Avengers saw it so it was kinda awkward" he laughed quietly "and you?"

"Well, it was more complicated" Charles chuckled again "Ivonne's a telepath so if she wanted to, she could've known the truth immediately. But I wanted to tell her myself and I did. It was in the middle of a battle, she was injured. I took her away from the battlefield, tried to cheer her up and it just... happened. She was first girl I ever kissed"

"Wow now that's elite" Steve couldn't help laughing a bit "what was your friends' reaction to you two dating?"

"Raven said she wasn't surprised, Hank said that he knew it all along, Erik didn't care, only Peter and Alex were totally shocked and didn't stop joking about it since then" Charles made a face that let Steve know that he doesn't like Peter and Alex's jokes "oh, and Logan said that it's really nice to hear that we're happy and stuff, only one normal person really"

"Well my friends were supportive, at least most of them. Nat was totally in heaven when I told her, she told me she shipped us from the beginning, Tony joked about it but he was genuinely happy for us, Clint said that he will take care of our kids when we have them, Vision as he has in habit, was VERY much like Tony but nicer, Thor said that he can arrange us a nice wedding in Asgard and Bruce... well Bruce was in shock but in a nice shock I mean he was happy but shocked"

"I would love to meet your friends"

"And I'd love to meet yours"

------------------------- "Softcore"

So, after some more talks they came out with a plan. It was simple: find The Avengers and maybe some X-Men and make a team out of that. They weren't sure if it will work and if anyone would be interested but they thought they should do it anyway. In worst case they would just end up alone and fight without any help.

They all started training, each one different. Steve trained with his shield, mostly ran around an obstacle course Ivonne made for him. Verch trained sword fighting as she was great in it and it was useful. Ivonne trained her powers in other obstacle course which also included using knifes. Charles just walked around the town trying to confuse people.

After two weeks they were ready. They suited up and walked out on the lawn.

"Alright, yall ready?" Ivonne asked them "I'm opening the portal"

They watched her as she moved her hands in some kind of circle and then pushed it forward. Portal opened.

"Welcome to the Avengers reality" she said with some fear in her voice "everyone remembers who they need to find?"

Everyone remembered so they went through the portal. They appeared in New York, near the Avengers Tower.

"Good luck" Verch said "see you soon"

Steve walked down the street to the Tower, Verch caught a bus to Louisiana, Ivonne quickly found out which way she should go and Charles turned back and went to the city centre.

------------------------- "Stargazing"

Steve was standing before the Tower. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He took a lift to highest floor. The lift stopped and he got out. He was home.

His best friends were here but who should he talk to first? Who would believe him? Sam was in his house, Bucky also was away and Scott... well he didn't know but he definitely was not here. Suddenly the idea flashed in his head. Thor! He would believe him if he wasn't in Asgard. Steve went to the living room, expecting at least one of his friends to be there. He was right but the person chilling on the sofa wasn't Thor.

"Steve! You're back" Clint shouted as he saw Steve coming "where have you been mate?!"

"Oh you wouldn't believe me" Steve hugged his friend "I was in alternate reality"

"For real?! Oh God this is amazing!" Clint looked now like a puppy whom you offered a walk "how does it look like, are the people nice, do I exist there, are there superheroes, is there McDonald-"

"Clint please don't ask me this much questions in one minute, my brain aches" Steve laughed "it's pretty much like ours, but there are no Avengers, their superheroes are called X-Men"

"Did you meet them?" Clints eyes shone like two stars from excitement

"Yes, to be honest I lived with two of them in one house for three weeks. They're really nice" Steve tried to calm Clint down

"What superpowers do they have?" Clint couldn't stop asking

"They're both telepaths but one has also powers pretty much like Wanda's"

"What are their names and can I meet them?"

"They are Charles and Ivonne and no, you cannot you HAVE TO. We need your help to patch the multiversal mess up"

"OH. MY. GOD IM GONNA TRAVEL TO ANOTHER UNIVERSE" Clint yelled so loud that he woke up Tony

"Why are you yelling Clint" Tony asked with a sleepy voice "Oh hey Steve, I thought you died"

"Hello Tony, no I'm not dead" Steve was not surprised with Tony's joke "Clint you tell him, I'm gonna find and informate the rest"

"Of course Cap" Clint saluted as Steve walked to the kitchen. Steve heard Clint happily explain everything to Tony and Tony sobbing cause he didn't understand anything from Clint's babbling.

"At least they didn't change" Steve whispered to himself.

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Verch got out of the bus and looked around. She was in Louisiana and she needed to find one person. From what Steve told her and she knew herself she figured out that she needs to go to the forest so she did. Few minutes later she walked onto a lawn. She saw a nice looking house and two kids playing outside of it.

"Hey boys" she smiled at them "can you tell me if Sam Wilson lives here?"

"Yup, he does" the taller one answered "should I ask him to come here?"

"Yes, thank you" Verch answered. Boys went to the house and she waited outside. After a minute Sam walked out of the house.

"Oh my, Verch! Hi its been a while" he smiled and hugged her "it's so nice to see you"

"Back at you Birdie" Verch hugged him back

"So what is going on? I know that you want something from me, what happened?"

"Multiverse. Steve, I and our new friends are assembling the team to fix the problem"

"Let me guess, your new friends are not from our world"

"How did you- okay nevermind. Yes they are, and they will help us a lot. When we get everyone from our universe we gonna find heroes from theirs"

"Who do you have for now?"

"Me, Steve, Clint for sure, maybe Nat and Bruce, Thor, Tony if he will not laugh at Steve and you"

"Nice team, what about Wanda and Vision?"

"We don't know where to find them. But we will ask Doctor Strange if he wants to join"

"Oh that's great, are you gonna ask Bucky? I personally think he would be very useful"

"Right, we have that covered tho. One of our new friends is going to ask him"

"Is he or she a good fighter? Just in case Bucky gets,, you know scared"

"She's a telepath"

"Well then I think she will handle him. Also, I'm in. I wanna be in the team"

"Thanks Sam"

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Ivonne stopped before a bar. She felt persistence of Bucky Barnes inside it. Thanks to everything Steve told her about him, he was easy to find. But, she was a telepath so everyone was easy to find for her.

She entered the bar and quickly located Barnes. He was sitting in the darkest corner, alone. She took her chance and sat at other side of his table.

"What do you want" he asked her, his voice sounded a bit russian.

"I want your help, James" she used his first name cause she didn't know if she can call him Bucky.

"Wow I see youre informed" he sounded chill but she felt his thoughts - his head was flashing red lights

"Not to worry James, I'm not your enemy, i don't want to hurt you. I'm Ivonne Xavier, Steve Rogers sent me" she thought it won't be a good idea to reveal her powers till she won't fully trust him

"So that's how you knew my name" he finally raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were nearly same color to Charles'.

"Yeah. Stev- WE need your help. Multiverse emerged and we need everyone we can get help from to fix it. You are on the list"

"We? Who do you mean?"

"Me, Steve, Verch and my fiancé. Also the entire world and probably the whole multiverse"

"Wait.. you're not from our universe are you? No, don't answer, if you were you would've been recruited by the Avengers long time ago. You clearly have superpowers"

"How did you know?"

"When you entered the bar, door opened but you didn't use your arm for this. Yes, you raised your hand but none of your muscles moved when you opened the door. Small detail, I think noone spotted it except me"

"Wow you have nice sight. Anyway, do you wanna join our funky team?"

"Give me time to think about it" he thought about something for a second "come back in two hours. I'll tell you what I decided"

"Sure. See you in two hours then" she stood up and left with a thought that James is definitely hiding something, but she didn't know what. Yet.

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177A Bleeker Street. Charles read the address and looked at the building he had in front of him. He was at the right place. He knew it not only because the address was right but also because he sensed someone very powerful inside of the building. Probably Doctor Strange. Now he needed to convince Sorcerer Supreme to help him.

He took a deep breath and opened the door. He was in a big hall, before him there were huge stairs. He raised his hand to his head and "scanned" the area upstairs. Nothing.

"Well, you're a telepath. Nice gift" Charles heard a voice on his right. He moved around and saw a tall, dark haired man in a long, red cloak.

"You're Doctor Strange right? Steve Rogers sent me, we need your help"

"Yes, it's me. And what do you need help with? Multiverse, maybe?"

"Exactly. So you already know something about it"

"Yes, it is in fact a multiverse, and I suppose you are from a parallel universe, am I right?"

"You are. Anyway, would you help us fix the problem? You would help a lot, cause we don't know much about realities, universes and stuff like that"

"Let me think.. yeah I think I can help you. In fact, I was actually gonna start looking for a solution for the multiverse issue and I've already collected some clues"

"That's great! When do we start?"

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angelmichelangelo · 3 years

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okay here we go. finale episode thoughts. i’m sorry for the person i have become...

the whole first half is just? incredible? loved the action, loved how well it was paced. it’s kickass time and i am HERE for it!

cool that they brought back that weird face morphing technology nat used in ca:tws - kinda always wondered why they never used that more but hello sharon good to see ur thriving

bucky on a motorcycle. that’s all.

SAM MOTHERFUCKIN’ WILSON he looks fine as hell, he’s killing it and that entrance was sick as FUCK. “i’m captain america” yes sir yes you are

the entire chopper scene and sam being smart af literally was so fun? like hell yes! AND REDWING!!! i love that bucky had to ask ayo to get shuri to make him a new one. it’s a boyfriend thing 🥰

sam kicking ass. bucky being cool. john walker..... being there i guess? not digging this weird redemption thing theyre doing with him by having him and bucky team up and be pals but like. we can’t always have what we want.

sharon being the powerbroker is kinda hot. criminal Mommy vibes i’m here for it. though she killed karli and i wanted to see more of her so. minus point babes.

SAM’S WHOLE CALLOUT SPEECH. baby fuck it UP!!! i’m so in love with this man it is unreal. anthony mackie knocked it out of the park with this whole scene. everything he said was amazing and he did it flawless. “i’m a black man carrying the stars and stripes, what don’t i understand?” was just. yeah. incredible. captain america is a black man and racist mfs are gonna cry about it lol I JUST LOVE SAM WILSON AND SAM WILSON ONLY !!! “do better” FUCK YEAH

bucky is so in love it’s embarrassing sir those heart eyes are unREAL dude. also him calling sam “cap” in the fondest voice ever with a lil back pat? i have my grave already dug imma go lay down in it now. eat my ass, steve rogers MWAH

zemo in prison having a gay old time. cant wait to see more of him yes please and thank you. also him going to sleep like my work here is done is just so? funny to me idk why like. yeah get some beauty sleep you fruity little bitch

us agent. hate john walker but love wyatt russell so absolutely looking forward to hate-loving this guy in the future

bucky and yori. remember that grave i laid down in earlier? yeah it’s full of my tears now. bucky healing and FINALLY saying outloud that what he did as the winter soldier was out of his control. i loved this whole scene though.... it felt like it had been cut short? which sucks eggs but it was good nonetheless. short n sweet. v nice. also love how bucky gave steve’s book away because he’s moving on !!!!!! yeah babey! though i still don’t trust dr raynor like who even was she lmao?

the entire scene with sam and isaiah... gotdamn. it was just beautiful. every scene isaiah is in, im just captivated. it was just *chefs kiss* and now my tear filled grave is overflowing and i am sailing down my own river of sadness. i know we’ll probably get eli in the young avengers but PLS give me young isaiah beating the shit out of the winter soldier in the korean war because holy fuck that’d be amazing. the smithsonian scene was beautiful. marvel i love to hate you but u okay for this one. u okay.

UNCLE BUCKY UNCLE BUCKY UNCLE BUCKY !!!! baby’s first cookout ☹️ he’s a wilson now, sam adopted him he’s a feral cat but we love him !! and then sam and bucky walking off into the sunset together? heart been broke so many times

not sure why they didn’t change both their names like captain america and the white wolf but either way i gasped when i saw it change from falcon to captain america !!! like fuck yeah !!!!!!

overall thoughts are: i loved this entire series. i am in need more sambucky in my life and knowing it’s gonna be well over a year before we get more of them in the mcu again i’m going to lock myself into a tiny cupboard and scream until i pass out. also i know a LOT of this show was cut because of the whole side plot about a deadly virus (thank u covid u son of a bitch) so like, i’d love at some point for those deleted scenes to be released. pls marvel i miss them already just give me the extra scenes !!

#and with that.... i turn to dust #fatws #marvel #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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wri0thesley · 4 years

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gimee some sweet sweet Bruno somnophilia pls. Bruno waking s/o up with oral would be 👌 💦💦💦💦

warnings for somnophilia! fem reader, afab pronouns. NSFW

(whilst i was looking for a title for this fic i found out that instead of sweet dreams the italian expression translates to ‘golden dreams’ that seems SO APPROPRIATE for part five lmao)

bruno x fem reader - sogni d’oro

Too many times, Bruno slips into the bed hot and aching too late to do anything about it. You're usually already asleep - Bruno does have a tendency to do his paperwork until well into the night, and though often he can see the signs that you've done your level best to stay awake for him (a half-finished book held gently in your hand, the bedside lamp still on), you have succumbed to the night and Bruno sighs, wrapping his arms around you and breathing in your scent until he falls asleep thinking about you.

He would never do anything to you whilst you were asleep. You know that. But perhaps . . . well. Lately you've been wondering if perhaps Bruno could be persuaded to take out his frustrations and his desires on you whilst you slept if you just gave him a little encouragement. If you were just to open your mouth and give him . . . permission.

You bring it up to him one morning, when you're both beside one another in a sweat-soaked tangle of limbs, your head laid on Bruno's chest, the sunlight streaming in hazily as if the world was just as reluctant to get up and go about its day as you and Bruno were. Tracing patterns on Bruno's chest, for once uncovered from his bralet, you murmur;

"You know, I know you must get frustrated when you get into bed and I'm asleep." Fingers still gently drawing circles whilst Bruno looks at you, his dark eyes satiated, his perfect lips cocked into a smile. "I really wouldn't mind if you wanted to . . . you know . . . whilst I was sleeping." You squeeze your eyes shut at the same time as you squeeze your thighs together, a little shy about admitting the next part to him. Bruno would never judge you for your indiscretions, but you still can't help but feel a little ashamed at just how warm your face gets when you even consider it. "I'd . . . I'd like it, actually--"

"Tesoro," Bruno whispers in reply, and for a moment you wonder if you're going to be chastised - and then he sighs, reaching a hand up, carding it through strands of your hair. You recognise that particular sigh on Bruno, and you know that you've hit the nail right on the head. "Are you sure?"

"I trust you completely," you tell him, honestly, and you lean to press a kiss over where his heart is beating out a steady rhythm. "You can do absolutely anything to me, with my complete submission and permission."

Bruno smiles, sighs, and looks at you with his eyes darkened with lust and adoration all at once.

"You're perfect," he says, voice quiet and prayer-like in the neat little room, though if anyone is God-like it's him with the sun haloing his beautiful head and his eyes glinting like sapphires. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" You counter, moving your leg so you can straddle him, pressing your mouth against his as you find out that your words have had an effect on more than just Bruno's face. You smile at him as you pull back. "Right now, though, why don't we enjoy both being awake?"

"Hmm," Bruno says, and laughs. "Alright then. I suppose I can't say no to that."

Bruno thinks of the permissions you granted him more than a few times that week - when he gently crawled into bed beside you and you moved, your face scrunching up, your chest heaving with a sigh as you rearranged yourself to be clinging to him. He looked at your thin pyjamas and how pretty and peaceful your face was in your sleep and felt his fingers twitch and his breath come shorter - but he held it in.

He held it in, that is, until a night spent bent over a particularly difficult bit of paperwork. Some rogue former member of Passione, probably with a stand, who had broken apart from the organisation and started organising drug rings that were getting too big to not do something about - Bruno had spent the night gnashing his teeth and snarling at the words on the page, driven by his fierce code of morality and human decency. By the time he got into bed after doing that, his entire body felt like it was dangerously close to exploding with rage. Bruno felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap - and then, he saw you in bed, your hair on the silken pillows, your mouth slightly parted - and he thought of the conversation you'd had a few days previous.

Perhaps, he thought, approaching the bed and letting that sweet fragrance on the air that followed you around and clung to his clothes and always made him miss you, distracting himself with something pleasurable would work better than lying awake and stewing about it.

He undoes his suit, slowly, his eyes watching you to see how deeply you're sleeping. You appear to be solidly within the land of the dreaming; your breathing is slow and even, your perfect face calm in its utter serenity. He thinks, not for the first time, of how much he loves you - and then, he leans over and pulls the blankets down, showing your body for him.

Oh.

His throat goes dry. You've gone to sleep in a thin silk nightgown patterned with black polka dots on a white background - one he'd bought you, a while ago, but he'd never realised looked so good on you. He can see the shadows of your chest and the curves of your hips, lace brushing across your soft thighs too high up to be decent. He can barely breathe as he unbuttons his trousers, aware now of the heat and stiffness pressing against his underwear. One hand gently lands on your bare thigh, marvelling at how soft you feel beneath his touch. How sweetly you shift, a sigh falling from your parted lips, as he lets his hand travel further and further up.

He pulls gently on the hem as he steps out of his underwear, leaving himself nude but for the bralet. When you're spread out so deliciously beneath him, he does not have the time or the inclination to undo the delicate piece of lacework - not when you're so tempting.

He pushes the nightgown up, wiggling it over your hips with minute movements so as not to awaken you, and then further so that your breasts are exposed to the cool air. Again, you sigh - but your back arches like a stretching cat, allowing him to slide it up so that the whole garment is bunched over your collarbones in delicate silken folds - not obscuring your lovely face, or your lovely body.

He trails a hand over your face, a whisper of a touch with his thumb over your cheekbone, and in your sleep you smile and Bruno wonders if perhaps you're dreaming of him. You look so beautiful in the low light of the lamp you'd clearly fallen asleep before you could turn off - your hips a soft curve, your thighs pillowy, your chest a gentle slope that drives him wild.

He kisses your cheek, gathering himself up on his knees. His cock is straining hard, heavy and desperate - but you simply look so inviting. He wants to do more than use your body to get off with. He wants to make you feel good too.

He kisses your breast, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed caresses down your skin. As his tongue brushes your nipple and he suckles on it until the nub pebbles beneath his ministrations, your eyebrows draw in and you moan, shifting but not awakening yet. He transfers his attention to the other side - more hot, wet kisses. More sucks. The gentlest graze of his teeth so that a moan of sleepy pleasure escapes you, but you still do not stir - the noise ricochets down Bruno's body to rest low and heavy in his cock, and he sneaks a glance at your still perfectly peaceful face.

Fingers cling to your hips, stroke the softness of your skin, hands gently parting your thighs to present to Bruno what he's longing for - and he cannot refuse the sigh that falls out of his lips when you bloom for him like a flower, folds glinting with slickness in the soft yellow light.

"You're beautiful, tesoro," he whispers, though you're still far too sleepy to hear him. In your head, delightful dreams are occurring - Bruno, body lithe and lovely, mouth talented . . . Bruno can see enough in the apex between your thighs to guess what kind of content your mind might be conjuring up. "You're so beautifully tempting, too--"

Unable to deny himself any longer, knowing you'd approve, he shiftes his knees further down the bed again and leant in, breathing in the fragrant scent of you that always drove him to distraction. The taste of you lingers on the air, close enough for Bruno to sense but not yet close enough for him to enjoy - and then, he breaches the final gap, and he licks a long, slow stripe through your folds. Gathering the slick on his tongue. Enjoying the divine way you taste. Like ambrosia, he thinks--

And you let out your loudest moan yet, stirring, still half-asleep but half-awakened by the shocks of pleasure that Bruno's tongue is sending through you. Your thighs tighten around his head a little - but Bruno is too much of a gentleman and enjoys this particular act too much to be perturbed the softness of your skin against his ears.

He licks again, slowly, and you groan out his name. Your head feels muddy and heavy - but you recognise the feel of a head bent between your thighs, the slow way that a tongue is teasing you. He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue and your hips roll luxuriously, your mind still too tired to be mired in shyness like it often is - not when you can suddenly feel how wet you are and the ache in your lower stomach is making itself so present and known.

Your hand comes to rest, lazily, on Bruno's head - and the silkiness of the raven locks between your fingertips definitely alert you to the fact that it's Bruno doing this. A secret thrill goes through you as you think of your former conversation - the idea of Bruno doing what he wants to your willing body is just as hot in practise as you'd thought it would be when you fantasised of it.

You stay relaxed and boneless against the pillows, enjoying as Bruno moaned into your sex, enjoying as your boyfriend found a rhythm with his tongue. Alternating licks from clit to perineum, broad strokes of his tongue with little flicks, occasionally taking a moment to roll his tongue over your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. Your breath begins to come out in little pants - by now, you're a little more awake. It's hard to be entirely unconscious when a gorgeous man is using his mouth on you, and when that gorgeous man is so talented with that mouth!

"Bruno," you murmur out, voice sleep-laced, and God . . . the way you sound, so sated and sleepy, at once in control of yourself and pliable . . . Bruno thinks if he ground himself against the bed as he ate you out, he'd come in moments (making an embarrassing mess on the bedsheets.) "Bruno . . ."

Your hips tilt, your clit nudging his nose, and Bruno understands your half-asleep grumbles. You're close. He redoubles his efforts.

He can feel your wetness covering his chin and his cheeks, can feel your muscles in your thighs are jumping as he works his tongue even harder and faster over your sex, can sense the clench of fingers in his hair - but through it all, you're breathing slow, and your moans are still languid. He can tell you're not quite awake yet, and that idea turns him on even more--

He fastens his lips about your clit, swollen with need, swirling the bud around with his tongue at the same time as the rhythmic lapping of his lips against you, and the noise that escapes you is more of a sigh than a moan. But it's a sigh that racks you full-body, that has your thighs clamped about his head, and that culminates in a rush of pleasant tasting slick all over his face. Bruno drinks you in like the finest wine, greedy in his need for you - and then, gently, lowers your thighs.

Your eyes flicker open once, slowly, a langurous smile spreading over your beautiful face. Your eyes are still faraway.

"Mmm," you say, your words slurred. "Bruno . . ."

"Shh, bella," Bruno murmurs, leaning in and smoothing a kiss against your forehead. Your eyes flutter closed again at the comforting words. Bruno's stiff cock nudges your thigh, leaving a sticky smear of precome against the flesh there. "Go back to sleep. I'm not done yet."

"Mm," you say, satisfied, sated - and you slip back into a pleasant dream where a handsome raven-haired knight is taking you in a forest, even as Bruno slips his cock gently between the lips of your sex, the head resting at your entrance. "Good--"

#writing #not sfw #bruno buccellati #somnophilia for ts #afab reader #fem pronouns #hazbuccellati

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illegiblewords · 3 years

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Having made a lady WoL collection, I decided to do a dude one too. As before I have more, but not all are leveled and I have some I’m more attached to than others.

I do want to push for more range honestly--I’m not sure how I wound up with three midlander dudes and a highlander lol. I should really follow through with a male au ra, hrothgar, and lalafell. I did an odd green/brown hair hybrid that I suppose could qualify for brunette, but otherwise my tendencies toward black and blonde hair came through real strong. Mysteriously absent are redheads. I may also want to experiment more with color palettes and cultural influences a bit.

For the guys, there are spots where I played into job expectations and spots where I defied them. I wanted to try designing some characters in ways I hadn’t seen so much in-game, as well as designing characters who would immediately evoke a specific tone! There are also definitely jobs where I deliberately tried to show some traditional masculinity where it’s less expected, which was fun.

Cenric/Black Mage Midlander: People have criticized hyurs before by calling them “too vanilla”, since they’re the human stand-ins. I figure though, they’re hyurs. Hyurs are imaginary and don’t need to follow real world biology. Play with color palettes and features so you get a more definite fantasy look if you want to. With Cenric, I specifically tried to go super dark and de-saturated to evoke a walking silhouette (sort of like drow) and gave him the palest eyes possible with strategic face paint so they’d look like they glow. This was all in the name of making a character who evoked Final Fantasy’s classic black mage, just going in a more adult and extra spooky-goth direction.

Maerec/Dark Knight Midlander: Maerec, I designed specifically to both be a step off of the default midlander from commercials and to embody the Dark Knight questline as best I could. Giving him some edge visually while still feeling reasonably natural was fun to balance! To this end, I knew dark eyes would be important to helping the black hair fit in. Going with a very dark red I figure it almost seems like he could have brown eyes until you look closely. Making him feel very Ishgardian was also fun, with the horned helmet and Fray-esque glamour. I also designed him to both parallel and contrast with Lahabrea given their stories are intertwined. If there’s scattered angel/demon imagery between them that works even more.

Sublime Tiger/Samurai Hellsguard: I know that my natural inclinations go toward bishonens lmao, so figuring out the angle I wanted to work with the SUPER BEEFY male roegadyns was wild! One thing that gave me inspiration at the time was realizing that, with their black noses, Hellsguard roegadyns can 100% evoke big cats--among other animals. I usually prefer designing Sea Wolves for lacking the black noses because my impulse is for it either to be visually unified with the rest of the face/body or go without--so I often feel a bit more limited with what kind of designs I’ll do for Hellsguard. With Sublime Tiger, originally he had both orange and black striped hair (one of the styles available works it) as well as the black face paint evoking tiger stripes. I found the hair more limiting with helms though so made it pure black instead. Deciding what glamour would look good and play well with proportions was also a process--wanted him to feel like he’s from Othard since there is a big Hellsguard population there, so samurai made some sense to me in building that. After experimenting though, I wound up going with a look that took a bit of inspiration from One Thousand And One Nights. I have additional ideas for what I might try going forward though.

J’mor/Red Mage Miqo’te: This was a combination of a lot of ideas! One was wanting to embrace the physicality of red mage as a job, and explore it as a worldly kind of caster who works well with ease of movement and does a lot of darting around the battlefield. Mages in-general are often seen as kind of ivory tower sorts, and by shedding the usual frills I wanted to show that it’s possible to have a caster’s knowledge while being very connected to the world at large. Also give a strong sense of SWASHBUCKLER where the magic kind of slaps you in the face with additional power. I also noticed I hadn’t seen as many black male miqo’te in-general, along with fandom stereotypes about catboys as soft. So I decided to design J’mor with that in mind--playing him as a very shonen kind of hero while the beard brings an extra bit of hardness to his features.

Asah’zi/White Mage Miqo’te: Asah’zi is another case where I wanted to challenge the idea of male miqo’te as soft, and I added to that challenge by making him a white mage when that is often filled by lady characters. I was also interested, lore-wise, in the tension between Keeper of the Moon tribes and Gridania (where white magic has very strong ties). That Keepers of the Moon are also very matriarchal gave added interest for me making a more rough and traditionally masculine-feeling white mage sort, especially since Keepers often build a lot of their lives around hunting through the Twelveswood. I also wanted to bring some sense of druid into white mage as a job, given the nature ties. With Asah’zi, using skydruid skins, claws, a wooden cane, and on all contributed toward the vibe I wanted to build for him. Using emotes that show off his fangs helps bring a bit of cockiness to him too, which is fun. And stealing Thancred’s hair lets him have a bit of a roguish vibe lol.

Amir/Dancer Highlander: Like I said, I tend to go for bishonen-sorts in designs a lot. HOWEVER! I do love this highlander face type specifically a ton, and think guy highlander proportions are well-balanced overall while being beefy. I knew for a while that I had a specific design I liked a lot for male highlander with Amir, and I definitely wanted to do something with him. The choice to make him a dancer specifically came from a conversation I saw just after the job’s release. An IRL male hip hop dancer mentioned feeling a bit bummed out because a lot of the animations felt like they played more to softness/grace and traditional femininity, and he’d been hoping for the option of a little edge with battle dancing because that’s what he does. Some players said he should just play monk, others were kind of mean to him and acted like what he wanted was somehow shitty. I felt for the dude to be honest since he was coming from a place of feeling frustrated by stereotyping, so I decided to look at the animations and see how much they could be integrated into a design that felt more traditionally masculine. I saw a lot of bright greens (especially with the peacock feathers) so I tried to unify that with a green glamour. The mask reminds me of rave aesthetics a bit, and I’ve seen dudes wear shorts similar to the Nezha ones before. I’m a big fan of the idea that fashion can be a way to create what you want tonally, and I tried to explore that in this design.

Navarre/Paladin Midlander: At some point it hit me that I have been avoiding traditional knight-in-shining-armor looks like the plagues in my tanks lol. This made me think a fair bit. What struck me was that if the only thing a glamour has to say for itself is “this is a knight”, that doesn’t feel so interesting to me. If it’s supposed to be a knight in shining armor specifically though, bringing an almost angelic, elemental feeling to the look is something I’m 500% there for. And weirdly, people don’t seem to do this as much. I’m less used to paladins compared to dark knights, warriors, or even gunbreakers--and since paladins are so associated with that holy knight-vibe I figured it made sense to go that direction. While I was looking into glamours, one thing I found was that a lot of them dyed with unchanging patches of black, had edgy red woven in, or otherwise came across as having been designed with dark knight or warrior in-mind. I decided part of what I’d do in this instance was really make a Warrior of Light who immediately screamed “yes I am the Warrior of Light” when you looked at him, and took inspiration from Cecil Harvey from Final Fantasy IV toward that end too. Every piece in this glamour was carefully picked not just for whether it worked as a silhouette, but also how it would dye.

Cesaire/Dragoon Elezen: Cesaire has gone through a lot of design phases. Initially he was a red elezen, because it’s a direction I don’t see used a lot but has a very doable fantasy feel I think is fun. Then he was a champagne/cream color all over as inspired by a particular breed of horses. Now, having put a lot of thought in, he is deep gold with blue eyes. The underlying concept for him was that I wanted to make a golden dragoon who looks like he should be terribly heroic, but then in practice he’s a kind of blood knight WoL who is about as close to Zenos as a Warrior can get without going outright evil. I played into gold and more general adventuring gear for the reason that I think Cesaire has absolutely left Ishgard behind him, and strongly prefers to be someone defined by what they do rather than where they’re from. Given elezens’ wide shoulders I also had to think about what combinations would work for balancing proportions, and I wanted Cesaire to visually hold his own visual niche within my overall Famfrit lineup so a lot was chosen with that in mind.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy gpose #final fantasy xiv screenshots #ffxiv

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kebinwooo · 4 years

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quarantine time!!

tagged by @theyoungflexer as you all know! LOL thank you again chelle ^^

rules: answer these questions and tag 5 mutuals

1. Flowers or chocolates? chocolates! i like food LOL

2. Between day and night I prefer: night (i accidentally became a night owl like two years ago and now... well...)

3. My favorite drink: boba hehehehe but i really like tea in general too!

4. Between sunrise and sunset I prefer: sunsets

5. Between dogs and cats I prefer: oooooof hard question but imma go with cats. a cat lived in my flat last year at school and i miss him deeply T___T

6. The vegetable i hate the most: idk brussel sprouts? i had a friend keep trying to convince me they’re good and each time just 🤮🤮

7. My favorite sound: uhhhhhhhh i’m blanking LMAO i kinda like how it sounds when it’s raining? but like only when i’m inside AHAHA

8. The first thing I notice about people: their smile? idk LOL

9. Would you prefer horror or fantasy? fantasy. i read too much ya fantasy for my own good (i say as if i actually read much anymore) also i’m a scaredy cat and cannot handle horror for my LIFE

10. I’d want to be stuck in a lift with: oh uh idk shownu? he’s such a generally calm person that it would (hopefully) balance out me panicking like crazy. plus it seems like he’ll actually figure out a way to get us out LOL

11. What city or town you’d like to live in? i want to live in seoul one day (that sounds so kboo of me oh my god) but like not permanently i dont think. it just seems like it’d be a pretty fun experience. i would also love to live in oxford! i was studying there for a summer and it was just SO beautiful and i loved the town so much and AGH definitely want to go back

12. What I value most in life: love, peace and happiness? LMAO THAT SOUNDS SO CHEESY but i just want a peaceful, secure life surrounded with love and what makes me happy and i also want that for my loved ones too. basically i just want there to be good in the world

13. If I could learn any skill, it’d be: cooking.... i literally can’t cook and that’s something i definitely need to learn at some point

14. Between the beach and the mountains, I prefer: beach but mostly bc i’m afraid of heights and have no stamina to hike LOL aesthetically tho? mountain! i lived in near perfect view of mt. rainier back at college and i MISS HER SO MUCH

15. I’d love to get married in: i’d like to get married period LOL. but no specific place i have in mind tho?

16. My hidden talent: ......i have no idea if i even have one?? nothing’s coming to mind so....

17. If I could bring anyone back to life, I’d bring back: jonghyun ;;

18. Why? i just... miss him ;; i want to be able to tell him he did really well and that many people love and miss him. i’m sure he’s in a better place now but i also just want to show him the amount of love he still has even tho he’s gone

19. Rainy or sunny day? SUNNY PLEASE. i have had enough rainy days living in washington to last my lifetime

20. Who’s the real model of your life? i’m assuming this means role model. in which case, honestly speaking, jun of ukiss. he’s super talented (QUADRUPLE THREAT) and capable and works super hard but is such a down-to-earth, humble guy who easily makes friends and loves deeply (nobody is a bigger ukiss fanboy than jun ;;) and i just admire the amount of dedication and passion he has

21. How I relax after a hard day: melting into the couch and staring into space LMAO i’m only half kidding. i also like to watch stupid youtube videos that makes me laugh and like not think

22. I like the way I look: ehhhhhhh.... i’m not exactly confident but i also don’t hate myself either

23. My most favorite facial features of myself is: ............... :) i don’t have an answer to that

24. My most favorite part of my body is: i have nice fingers hehe they’re long and pretty and i’ve gotten quite the few compliments on them so yeah

25. If I could change anything about my body: MY OILY FACE

26. If yes, what’s it: I’VE HAD A BREAKOUT ON MY CHEEKS SINCE LIKE APRIL AND IT HASN’T CLEARED UP AND I’M ANGRY!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE LIKE JOOHEON WHO ARE BORN WITH NEAR PERFECT SKIN MAKE ME ANGRY!!!!! I WANT THAT FOR ME WHY IS IT SO HARD!!!!!!!

27. If I could change something from my past: i can’t tell? i mean as much as i regret some decisions in the past, i’m fine with where i am now, so i don’t think i would change anything drastic. superficially tho, i wish i could’ve gone to a bap or the rose concert at least once bc i MISS THEM AND I HAD MULTIPLE OPPORTUNITIES TO GO SEE THEM AND I DIDN’T TAKE THEM!!! WHICH WAS DUMB WHY DID I DO THAT

28. How many piercings I have: none LOL

29. I like makeup? no

30. I wear make up everyday: definitely no

31.My skin type is: def oily (see #25)

32. My skin tone: idk how to describe? i do know i got REALLY pale after i started going to college bc i got barely any sun exposure LMAO

33. My hair color: black and leftover red/auburn(?) from my dye job back in january

34. My height: 5′4″

35. My age: 20... BUT I’M TURNING 21 NEXT WEEK AHHHHHHH

36. My birthday: august 21 :)

37. My best friend: if you’re reading this melissa, it’s definitely not you >:( i’m kidding LOL i have several best friends and now that i’m listing it out in my head i’m like oh i have at least five if not a few more... idk what that says about me. i’m a loving person alright?

38. I have a pet or more: not anymore :(( warrior fish i miss you T_T

39. If I don’t, I’d like to adopt: no. imma be honest i suck at taking care of pets and i cannot handle the responsibility of another living being so even if i want a pet, i really know i shouldn’t get one

40. Video games or social media: social media

41. I’ve visited outside my country: yep. i have a major case of wanderlust

42. I’ve an innocent/dirty mind: depends? i have a dirtier mind than some of my friends but also sometimes dirty things just fly over my head and i’m left blinking innocently at the situation like wut o-o

43. Someone proposed me or asked me out? LMAO NO. i’ve been single since birth. i got asked to formal once but like.... it was the world’s lamest/dumbest asking and i didn’t end up going bc it was super last minute lmao

44. If yes, then I liked it and accepted or the opposite: read above

45. Do you follow some celebrities’ fashion: no? i have bought like a thing or two bc i thought a celebrity wearing it was cool but i never deliberately followed somebody’s fashion

46. What do you think about your fashion sense: plain, comfy, really generic LOL

47. You found someone copying your fashion: lmao my fashion sense is too generic for anybody to copy/want to follow so nice try

48. Can you do your makeup properly: uhhhhhhhhhh like the very very very basics: foundation, concealer, blush, eyeshadow. that’s about it

49. You go or used to go with makeup to school: still a no

50. What color suits you best? i wear a lot of gray, black, blue, green, turquoise/teal and purple LOL also a lot of stripes. but i think army green suits me best

51. Finally, how is quarantine going? ehhhhhhh about as good as it can go.

not tagging anyone again but feel free to do this if you want!

#thanks for tagging me again chelle!#your answers were pretty interesting haah #also the question about favorite sound is nagging at me bc i'm sure i have a more interesting answer BUT I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING ARGH #anyways whatever i'M OVER IT

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years

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345.

Is one of your favorite colors yellow?: >> Gold is my favourite colour, which is related to yellow. Are you into astrology?: >> Sure am. Was your last text an angry one?: >> Nope. What color undies are you wearing?: >> Blue striped. How old are your siblings?: >> ---

Would you rather wash your hands or use Germ-X?: >> I’d rather wash my hands, I hate the smell of hand sanitisers. Are you a sanitary person?: >> I’m... a tidy person who vastly prefers clean environments and is distressed when things are dirty, if that’s what you mean. But I don’t want everything in my house to be hospital-grade sterilised or anything. Do you consider yourself a model citizen?: >> I don’t know what a model citizen looks like, so I don’t know how to compare myself to it. Ever won school awards?: >> In elementary school. Have you ever had an eating disorder?: >> No. Do you throw the word ‘love’ around a lot?: >> I use it so infrequently that you could say I’m miserly with it. How many animals do you have?: >> None. When do you usually fall asleep at night?: >> Somewhere between 11p and half past midnight, usually. When did you last babysit?: >> I’ve never done so. Do you have a problem with odd numbers?: >> No. Ever had a fish tank in your room?: >> No. Do you wear a lot of plaid?: >> I have two plaid shirts, and one of them I wear a lot during the fall and winter. Have any friends with children?: >> --- Do you drink more soda than anything else?: >> I rarely drink soda at all. Do you wear hats often?: >> No. Do you know anyone who wears camouflage often?: >> No. What color pants are you wearing?: >> Black and red shorts. How many jobs have you had?: >> --- Do you listen to music while getting ready?: >> It takes me like 3 minutes to get ready for anything, so no. Christmas or Halloween?: >> I prefer Christmas. It just has more energy that I can tap into. Do you hate your last ex?: >> Not at all, but I won’t pretend any of what happened didn’t happen, either. Have you ever been in a choir class?: >> Yeah, I was a choir kid the way some people are band kids and others are theater kids. What’s your favorite season?: >> Spring. Do you have decent grammar?: >> I mean, I guess. I don’t care. Are you ashamed of any of your family members?: >> --- Have you ever been attacked by an animal?: >> No. At what age did you learn to read?: >> I don’t remember, but it must have been early because I remember adults going apeshit when I read stuff as if I... shouldn’t know how to read that well at whatever age I was. How was your hair fixed during your last kiss?: >> --- Do you like animals?: >> I don’t have a general opinion on all animals. Do you think you’re attractive?: >> Sure. Do you curse a lot?: >> I sure do. Have you ever been in a courtroom?: >> Yeah. When did you last go to the library?: >> I don’t remember, it’s been a while. I usually just borrow ebooks. What color car do you drive, if any at all?: >> --- Do people ask you for favors often?: >> No. Do you think you’re reliable?: >> I think I am reliable when I want to be reliable, and I can be completely unreliable if I really don’t care about whatever thing I’m supposed to be doing or the person who asked me to do it. Are most of your friends older than you?: >> --- Do you ever wear cardigan sweaters?: >> Sure. Do you dress formally often?: >> I don’t. I don’t really own any formal clothes. Do you still live in your birthtown?: >> No. Do you eat a lot around Thanksgiving?: >> I don’t, actually. Most of the Thanksgiving fare isn’t all that attractive to me, so I don’t eat much of it. Have you ever been part of a study group?: >> No. What is your favorite day of the week?: >> Wednesday, by default, I suppose. How often do you dye your hair?: >> I don’t. Ever had a pregnancy scare?: >> Yeah. Do you have a busy life?: >> No. Is there a liquor cabinet in your house?: >> No. Do you enjoy family dinners?: >> --- Were you a chubby child?: >> I wasn’t. Favorite childhood movie?: >> The Prince of Egypt, but can I also get an honorable mention for The Pagemaster? That movie was sick. When did you last cash a check?: >> I don’t. Do you owe anyone any money?: >> No. What is your favorite citrus fruit?: >> I’m not sure. Lemon’s great. Are you afraid to sing in front of people?: >> No. Do you enjoy your family?: >> --- When did you last dance with someone?: >> I danced to Unchained Melody with Can Calah inworld a couple of days ago because we’re building new associations for that song. (The old association is... not bad, per se, it’s just... old and useless.) What’s the last sweet thing someone told you?: >> --- If you have a significant other, do you love them?: >> Sure. Are you currently broke?: >> Nope. Do your eyes change color sometimes?: >> Nope. Do you have any bad habits?: >> I’m sure I do, but nothing so terrible that I need to stop right now. What are you currently wishing for?: >> I’m not wishing for anything save for really frivolous shit like “a magical chef that brings me whatever I am hungry for” lmao. I’m pretty content with things as they are. Something you crave?: >> Hmm. Do you feel awkward watching sex scenes?: >> Nope. Although a lot of them are just fuckin silly and extra so I end up poking fun at the whole thing. Did you ever have senior photos done?: >> I vaguely remember something like that being done. But not the kind where you’re outside posing by a tree or some shit, like some of the senior photos I’ve seen. Just professional headshot type things. Do you plan on going to college?: >> No. Are your parents protective of you?: >> --- Have you ever been bullied?: >> Yeah. Do you ever help decorate during the holidays?: >> If I’m asked, sure. Do you enjoy cooking?: >> Not particularly. Do you trust your head or your heart?: >> I trust my emotions and my rationale to work well together most of the time, as they should. Do you attend church regularly?: >> Nope. Have you ever been to a concert before?: >> I’ve been... to at least a couple dozen concerts. What is your favorite television show?: >> I’m not sure. I like a lot of shows. How many colors are in the shirt you’re wearing?: >> I’m wearing a black undershirt. What are your plans for tonight?: >> Our weekly meetup at Cafe Boba. Do you have carpeted floors?: >> Yeah. Can you count to ten in another language?: >> Yeah. Why did you last cry?: >> I was extremely frustrated about this stupid cat of Sparrow’s and his years-long obsession with pissing in the corner where my computer desk is. I finally said “fuck it” and brought my gaming laptop into the bedroom. It’s an awkward setup because I can’t fit the desk in here so I had to jury-rig my nightstand and ottoman into a desk and chair, but... at least my room doesn’t stink. :| What color cup did you last drink from?: >> I drink out of a mason jar. Are you currently tired?: >> No. What time did you wake up this morning?: >> A little after 7a. Do you have to work tomorrow?: >> --- What color shoes are you wearing?: >> I’m not. How old are your parents?: >> --- Do you have any friends who are almost midgets?: >> --- Are you wearing any jewelry?: >> Just the jewelry in my piercings. Where is your best friend?: >> --- Have you ever been arrested?: >> No. Favorite candy?: >> I don’t have one. Do you always lock your door at night?: >> The apartment door, yeah. Do you get allowance?: >> No. Do you have a Facebook?: >> No. Favorite dessert?: >> I don’t have one. Are you talented at singing?: >> My skill level has dropped because of lack of practice. But that’s the thing with skills, you can gain or lose them depending on your commitment. If I wanted to be a better singer (again), then I’d just have to work at it (again). Do you enjoy the presence of children?: >> Yeah, until sensory overload kicks in. Which is a problem, because I generally like children. But dear god, they’re often so loud... D: Kittens or dogs?: >> Dogs. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?: >> No. When did you last straighten your hair?: >> I don’t.

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surveyjunkie · 5 years

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Is there a bus stop near your house?: I’m not sure, I don’t take the bus anywhere

Do you prefer red wine or white wine?: White wine for sure

What’s the last airport you were at? Why were you there?: I was at CVG because I was coming back from vacation

Who do you live with?: My boyfriend and his brother

Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like?: No. I think I’ve been on there like four times and I never understood the appeal. The layout is so messy and confusing, but maybe that’s the point, Idk. < Yeah, I’ve been on there a few times too but I agree, the layout is really messy and old-school. < same

Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend?: no

What’s the weather like today? Is it nice enough to go outside?: it’s hot and sunny. it’s nice enough to go outside but not stay outside for too long unless you plan on going to the pool.

Do you know anyone who’s had a baby recently?: my coworker’s daughter just had a baby, if that counts?

Have you used a pen or pencil today? What did you write down?: i used a pen to write down events in my brand new PLANNER

What does your last text message say and who is it from?: “i love you :)” - josh

Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favorite film?: i have a few favorites, i’ve seen them all at least 30 times each

When was the last time you ate marshmallows?: probably the last time i made hot chocolate...so back in April?

Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them?: sometimes! i listen on my phone but also sometimes on my computer

How old will you be in the year 2030?: 38....vomit

How often does the kettle in your house get used?: we don’t even have a kettle, if we want tea we just boil or microwave water

Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from?: i do, but i’m not sure if i have any right now or where they are

What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on?: a car payment

Do you prefer yes or no questions or more open-ended questions?: open-ended

What brand of toilet paper do you usually buy?: the cheapest brand, but never the store brand bc it sucks.

If I knocked on your door right now, would you be acceptably dressed?: i’m at work...so go right ahead.

Why did you leave your last job?: they weren’t giving me any hours after i got a second job, so it made more sense to just go full time at the second place and quit the first. also, i was kind of sick of retail.

What color were the last socks you wore?: black.

Are you studying currently? What level of education and what do you study?: in the fall i’m starting my 1st year of grad school in health informatics (aka bio-statistics) so i can finally start making some real money

Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying?: no

What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud?: there was a funny situation that just happened at work

What’s your favorite scent of air freshener?: i have one in my car right now that i really like called bay breeze or something like that. it’s just one of those little tree air fresheners.

How many weddings have you ever been to?: 7 i think??

Do you know anyone named Nora?: yes, that’s Josh’s grandma’s name

Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi? I just painted my nails but I need to go over them again, and my toes need painted.

Have you ever been to a festival for beer or other types of alcohol?: many times

Do you own a record player and/or vinyl?: no

When was the last time you went out for drinks?: unless you count grabbing beers with dinner, a few weeks ago is the last time i went out to a “real” bar. Have you ever been to a strip club?: i’ve only gone twice in my whole life

What’s your favorite kind of smoothie?: mango or strawberry banana

Do you know anyone with a ‘virtue name’? (Google it): yep

Would you ever wear real authentic leather?: nah

Have you taken out the trash today?: no but thanks for reminding me bc it’s being picked up tomorrow lmao How often do you wear make-up?: like, once a week if that

What’s your opinion on The Simpsons?: it’s not really for me, i’ve watched a few episodes with Josh and found them funny but i probably wouldn’t watch it on my own time

Do you prefer horizontal or vertical stripes?: horizontal

What’s your favorite brand of deodorant/antiperspirant?: i just found a new one i love but i forget the name, it comes in a green matte container

Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce?: yes

If you had the money, would you take taxis everywhere instead of driving?: i live in a small town so there’s no need for taxis, but if i lived in the city then maybe

Have you ever done a juice cleanse?: no

Do you have any friends who you can’t decide if they’re attractive or not?: honestly, yes Is the inside of your fridge clean right now or does it need a cleanout?: it could do with a cleanout

When was the last time you washed the dishes?: Josh takes care of that, he washed them all on Saturday but we’ve been eating out since then.

Are there any magazines that you read on a regular basis?: sometimes i read Game Informer but that’s literally it

Do you have to pay for parking in most places in the town/city you live in?: nope.

What’s the first thing you tend to do when you have a headache?: lay down or take an ibuprofen, drink lots of water

Tell me about your responsibilities at work: i’m a patient registrar at a doctor’s office, i check people in, verify their information/insurance, collect payments, scan orders, all that good stuff.

Can you hear lots of traffic from your house? Does it bother you?: no, it’s really quiet where i live. Have you ever had proper Canadian poutine with the squeaky cheese?: i’ve had poutine, but i don’t know what squeaky cheese is so i guess it wasn’t proper Canadian?

Do your parents know how to operate smartphones and/or computers?: yes

How old are your parents, anyway?: my dad is 56 and my mom is 57

Are you allergic to anything? What do you have to do to prevent them?: mosquitos, i don’t do anything

What song is stuck in your head at the moment?: shooting stars by....i forget the artist.

Do you hate it when people try really hard or do you kinda like it?: it bothers me a bit

What’s your boss’ first name? Do you call him/her by that name?: amy. yes.

When was the last time you wore a uniform of any kind? What color was it? i’m wearing one right now, it’s a blue long-sleeved sporty looking collared shirt.

Do you complete a survey before taking this one? Will you take one after?: nah this is my first. it got really slow at work and i needed something to do. Have you ever lost enough weight to drop a dress size?: yep. my weight fluctuates really bad. i go back and forth between a size 4 and a size 8 depending on the type of job i have. right now, i have a desk job so i’m chunky again.

What’s your favorite kind of bread?: french

When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get?: i can’t remember

Do you own Monopoly? Is it the original or a special version?: no

What was the last thing you said out loud?: bless you, cause someone sneezed

You have to choose one: cats or dogs?: dogs

Would someone being either a cat or dog person affect you dating them?: no, i love both cats and dogs. i’m just biased towards dogs right now.

How do you travel to and from work?: car

Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why?: card

Have you ever been to a stadium concert?: yuuup

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bomba-tea · 6 years

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zootopia verse notes.

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honey lemon is her actual name.

honey is a striped skunk (FC is bluebelle from bambi, probably some flower, since they’re practically identical).

she’s a transplant to zootopia and has only been there for a little over half a year; resides in savanna central in a tiny apartment with a roommate—gogo, prob (outside/close to little rodentia...where lucky cat café is, canonically, lmao).

gogo, according to @nerdlab, would be a black cat, so we’ve got a penelope pussycat/pepe le pew sitch going on (except platonic).

honey works at the ZPD precinct 1 as a paid intern in technical services—the crime lab! she is TOO into her work and is Very Excited All The Time, more so when people come down into the lab (she hopes that the ZPD will keep her on once she graduates).

she’s in her final semester at uni (to be named once i find an adequate pun for san fransokyo—whose skyline is on a calendar in chief bogo’s office).

might be a transplant, but spends a lot of time exploring zootopia because she’s curious and enamored with the city.

if gazelle is low-key an analogue for shakira, you KNOW honey is obsessed (who isn’t?).

combats the stark colors of her fur by wearing ostentatious outfits.

SO FAR this verse exists in a pre-bh6 world, so tadashi is still alive and there’s no heroing going on on her part.

#shut up mav no one cares #❝ out of chemballs — ( ooc ) •

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imagine-wannaone · 6 years

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Park Woojin Super Powers Au

So anon requested a Woojin super power au so here we are. Idk this one seemed weird to finish but it’s probably my same style heh.

• Woojin knew he had an ability from when he was tiny - he’s never not had it,

• He was a baby who had to stay on a leash because if he started to run, no one could catch him, • Woojin’s super speed made him a very difficult toddler to control but man he had the time of his little life, • He could easily escape places, but was banned from sports which upset him, but he kinda understood, • Like imagine going to run a race against 9 year old woojin and he’s at the finish line within a few seconds of the starting gun, • So he accepted it and moved on to art and music, something he became very talented in, • I mean when you don’t have to spend 20 minutes walking home, could get to places faster, generally just lived in the fast lane? • He had a lot of spare time, • And school wasn’t great for him, many people without abilities were bitter and jealous and would have bullied Woojin, • But they couldn’t catch him, as soon as they cornered him he could disappear in front of their eyes and be across the playground, • Woojin was more of a flight, not fight, • Relatable, • And as Woojin got older, got faster, got more in control of his ability, he tried to keep it as low key as possible, • Everyone with an ability also has a key though, something that signals that they have a power, as little as a birth mark or as obvious as different colour skin, • Lmao Woojins mark is 2 dark blue lines going from his ankle to his armpit on each of his side’s - like go fast stripes on cars whOoPs, • But they’re easy enough to cover so Woojin doesn’t mind them as much, • While there was plenty of people totally fine with people with abilities, there were also many people who refused to employ them, who sent them hate, who assaulted them, • So Woojin ran as little as he could and lived a totally average life, • Except the fact Woojin did dance and maybe it helped him a little bit… • He loved running, and the fact that he couldn’t suppressed a part of himself, but he managed, • (In this au if you don’t use your ability for a certain amount of time you get uncomfortable or a yearning, or sometimes even pain), • But when he finished school no one knew of his ability so he was free, • He decided to pursue a career in painting, because that’s where he found his peace, and he loved watching people’s faces light up at what he made, • Woojin painted whatever caught his eye, • When places were quiet, or at night, he’d run and watch colours and shapes blur, imprinting what he saw to memory, • Then he’d spend the next month perfecting his piece, • Around 1/12 of the population had abilities, although you could hardly ever see one, most hiding it, • But people picked up on woojin and what he painted, and it helped people, so he became more open about his ability and became an advocate, • He’d paint political pieces and paintings with stories without anyone actually knowing his identity, • (Think banksy) • And was part of an organisation called Wanna One - People with abilities who tried to raise awareness, • Woojin got a lot of hate but he gets paid a good amount for his paintings, allies buying pieces, • Many people make requests, they ask him to run through a certain place and paint what he sees, • Because Woojin hated his ability throughout his youth and even sometimes in his daily life; he wants to help people accept themselves, • And Woojin is on a night quest one day, he heard someone with an ability was making art as well in the near by park and he wanted to see it and offer support, • And you’re also walking down the street heading to the park when you see a teen alone crossing the street, • But they have glowing green cat eyes, something almost impossible to hide and your heart already softens towards them - they probably go through a lot of shit, • You’re contemplating talking to them when you spot a car on the road suddenly speed up dangerously, • You see, behind the wheel, a middle aged man, his eyes focusing coldly on the teen, • Mnet if they were in this fic, • You’d seen many people like that before, been against many people like that before, but you don’t want someone, a young teen, to have to face something like this so early, • So you do whatever you think, • You sprint forward and push the teen away, hoping they don’t get hurt on the landing, • You watch the realisation appear on the dazzling slitted pupils and thank god they’ll get to live another day, • You wonder if your case, mutant killed by car, will even be heard, or if they’ll let him go with a warning, • If the activists will help and protest in your name, • You turn to face the car, just meters in front of you to stare at the man, • But then you feel a hand wrap around your waist and your eyes are watering as colours create a mesh of familiar patterns, • Your arms find themselves around a neck and cling on instinctively, clinging closer to whoever has pulled you against them, their warmth comforting your mind lost in panic and slightly queezy at the disorientating speed you feel, • You close your eyes tight until everything is absolutely still an your mind has stopped spinning, • “Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me? Are you awake?” • A soft voice rubs your shoulder, although it sounds slightly panicked, which unsettles you, • Something in your chest feels the urge to make whoever’s speaking feel safe, at ease, so you crack open your eyes and take a deep breath before sitting up, • The world still spins but a hand is quickly placed against your back to steady you and you lay eyes on a boy in front of you, lent a little too close out of worry,

• His brows are creased, hair jostled and eyes sharp, • You laugh at the situation, mind finally grasping into what just happened, and you pull him into a tight hug, • Woojin nearly looses his balance but laughs in relief himself, • “Oh god thank you so much, I could have died but wow,” • You’re sat in a quiet part of the park you were heading to, only the leaves breaking the silence, rustling around you, • “It was very brave,” • The guy blushes and looks away and your heart melts, • “And so were you,” • His blush intensifies and you want to wrap him in blankets, • He stands before offering you a hand up, slowly drawing yourself to your feet, • And Woojin is internally freaking out and this person that smells fresh like a meadow, • He just saved someone who is a complete cutie and makes his heart race, • And he just wants to wrap his arm around their waist again, or trace the black vines that tangle and peak out from under their shirt with his fingers, their key sign, • “Ooh, gimme a second,” • He watches you as you jog to the second nearest bush and crouch with your back to him, his mind whirls with ideas of what the hell you could be doing, • For all he knows you could be preparing a magic trick, • But you turn round with a small dahlia, soft orange and in full bloom in your hand, • You poke the stem through the hole for the drawstring on his hoodie, hanging it out delicately, the colour complimenting his face perfectly and you smile a little at your handiwork, • And Woojin is trying to avoid a heart attack at the look on your face and the fact that you’re a green touch - someone who can grow whatever they want wherever they want, which explains the beautiful black vines he saw earlier imprinted onto your skin, • It’s all way too cute for him, • “It doesn’t exactly pay you back, and I will pay you back, but I hope it’ll do for now,” • And that is the story of how Park Woojin develops his massive crush on the person he rescued from near death, • But he doesn’t think he’ll ever see you again, so stews silently, • But then he gets asked by the head of Wanna One to work with one of their other artist advocates, so he agrees straight away, • Working with other artists always lifts Woojins mood because it’s working with someone who believes in the same things to make something wonderful, • (We’ve done something wonderful by Epik High 10/10 album lads) • So imagine his pure shock, • His innocent surprise, • His bashfulness, • When he arrives at the meeting spot, a blank white wall to paint, to see you • He does a whole triple take, • And he’s like o shit??, • And you’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WhoOpS, • It’s not like you figured out he was also part of Wanna One and asked to do a joint project, • Sneaky hoe, • V clever sneaky hoe wow you got snooping talent, • But the two of you work on your memorial together, Woojin having a great skill with spray paint as well, and you raise flowers and vines and bushes out of concrete and pot plants to weave into places and spaces perfect for you to bloom shades of flowers, • It’s your art style, making pictures and stories out of greenery, the textures and colours blending, it’s truly unique and iconic™ • But when the two of you finish, the wall is a statement and breath catching, • And the reaction from the public is strong, so the two for you continue to work together, • You make art all around the city, or you compress and dry flowers for him to paint into canvas or give him models or tips on how to draw them realistically, • Or you grow huge white flowers, roses or lillies or tulips and he paints them with beautiful detail, • And continue to meet, and continue to grow together, • “‘Grow togther’” puNs :DDDDDDDD

• Not only do you meet for art, you start going out for dinners,

• (At first you insist it’s to pay back for him saving your life but then you don’t have to make any excuses it’s just because you both want to), • Or you go to museums or theme parks or aquariums together, • And they’re all beginning to look suspiciously like dates ngl, • The two of you find yourselves watching the sun set from the hill you’re perched on, sharing blankets, claiming it’s to fight off the cold, • Dirty liars, • You lean against Woojins side as he rests his head on top of yours, • You had mentioned you always wanted to watch the sunset from above but didn’t know anywhere close, • So Woojin had ran the both of you to the outskirts of the city where the land rose and fell, making the view something you’d want to recreate, • You look up, looking to Woojins face, smiling softly in the evening glow, he turns his face to catch you staring but you aren’t shy, you’ve never been shy with Woojin, • You fall back, dragging him with you as you stare, • His hand traces the black vines that link across your torso sending shivers down your spine at the cold against your warm skin, • And you think, • You think about all the things Woojin has given to you, the life you have lived since you nearly died and how you owe him everything you can give to him, how the love that’s developed inside your chest for him drowns out any other feeling, • And Woojin thinks about how he’s finally so so glad he’s a mutant, that he could save you and you could open his eyes, and that he owes you the world, • And the two of you share your thoughts and gratefulness and pure admiration when you press your lips together in a gentle first kiss, • And you spiral even quicker than you were before, • He paints you pictures and portraits and you make him beautiful bouquets, • He’s never been bought bouquets because everyone always assumed he’s a boy and wouldn’t want any but??? They’re so beautiful???? Why do people never buy boys bouquets??? • And you learn to paint smoother together, • And you open a Florist and are living the dream, generally a pure and happy relationship, • And sometimes you’re yelled at or someone makes a malicious comment, • Or another Florist confronts you saying it’s not fair on them, you being able to grow your own flowers, • But Woojin is instantly ready to fight and you just protect each other all the time, • He protec, but he also attac, • lmao save me from old memes, • Woojin loves to trace the vines that paint your body permenantly and you honestly aren’t complaining, • And like you would love to trace his stripes but he’s so damn ticklish, • So you use it against him hehe, • But basically you’re living your dreams, helping others and sharing every moment with each other,

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