#seventeen bullet point au

[zepskies]

Never Say Goodbye - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Real quick, just want to say I’m so happy that so many people seem to like this little story so far! Here’s a longer chapter for ya.~

Word Count: 4,300 Warnings: Mentions of anxiety. Language.

Part 2: Connection

Dean honestly didn’t remember that snowy day when he was seventeen with much clarity. Or that sad, anxious feeling in his chest.

Not until six years later, anyway.

It was only a few months after Sam left for college, and left his older brother behind. Well, he’d left John too, but he was the one who gave Sam the ultimatum in the first place.

If you leave, don’t you dare come back.

So Dean struggled to be okay with that while he and John were on another hunt in South Dakota. There was a short but significant string of murders in Vermillion, about an hour away from Sioux Falls.

“Too bad Bobby couldn’t make it,” Dean said. He and John were researching the case at the closest library—over at the University of South Dakota. This one was huge, with multiple floors and new computers.

I guess this is what nerds like Sammy dream about, Dean thought.

“Yeah, could’ve used the manpower. But he’s got his own hunt over in South Carolina somewhere,” John said. His voice was gruff with tiredness. They’d driven for about a week straight, slowly but surely getting farther from the west coast.

“So this thing eats hearts. That could still be a lot of things,” Dean said. He gestured at the small pile of books between them at their table. John had been jotting something down in the autopsy report they’d stolen. He then turned it Dean’s way and tapped his finger on the puncture wounds.

“Those look canine,” John said.

Dean’s browed crunched. “Werewolf? It’s not a full moon.”

His dad shook his head. “Similar, but different. If I’m right, all we need is a couple silver bullets. After we track this thing down.”

“Okay, I’ll bite.” Dean grinned at his own pun. “What is it?”

John smirked. “It’s a skinwalker.”

That rung some kind of bell, but Dean would be hard-pressed to remember what made a skinwalker different from a werewolf. He hadn’t encountered one before, but after he killed it, he’d be sure to remember.

John explained how skinwalkers were actually a lot like werewolves: they could infect people with a single bite, they liked their burger meat raw (as in, fresh human hearts), and more importantly, silver could kill them.

Though unlike their lunar-dependent cousins, skinwalkers could shapeshift into their animal form whenever they wanted. And that didn’t limit to canines.

“But in this case,” John said, pointing again at the autopsy pictures, “I’d say we got us a dirty dog.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, so how do we find him?”

“What do the vics have in common?”

They started pouring over the police reports of the five victims. John took out a map of the city and made notes on the location where each body was found.

This was the part Sam was hella good at. Dean enjoyed the Magnum P.I. aspect of it, but sitting here in a dusty library for hours was going to be a severe test of his patience.

He tried to focus on the reports, and he actually noticed that one of the victims was a college student—here at South Dakota University. Another one was a bartender, and the bar was only a couple of blocks down the road.

Interesting.

He shuffled through the papers to find the third victim and felt something nagging in the back of his mind—an annoying buzz that made his brows knit together. He was already feeling a bit restless sitting here, his knee bouncing in place and rattling the table a bit.

John looked up at him. “What’s the matter?”

Dean blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

“You’re shaking the table.”

Dean forced his knee to stop. But that was when he felt it—a growing sense of frustration and anxiety blooming in his chest.

What the hell? he thought. He was perfectly fine a few minutes ago. Why did it feel like it was getting hard to breathe?

“Dean.” John looked at his son a bit harder. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered quickly. “Fine…I’m gonna find a bathroom.”

He tried to be normal as he got up and left the table, but at soon as he was out of eye-shot of his dad, he made swifter strides towards the nearest bathroom. He went to the sink and splashed some water across his face to wake himself up. God, why’m I so freakin’ tired?

He took slow, deep breaths to calm down. Even though his mind was racing with what the fuck, what the fuck.

He wiped his face with some paper towel and realized his hands were shaking. Was he sick or something? He knew that Taco Bell breakfast burrito was too good to be true—

That’s it. Wake the hell up. I can’t fail this damn final!

That. That was not his thought.

“What the fuck?” Dean couldn’t help saying it out loud, just to make sure he could still speak normally.

He stared at his own shocked face in the mirror.

Then finally, he knew.   

He knew what these symptoms were, because while he’d ignored that chapter of social studies, Sam had always been an avid student. Truth be told, Dean hadn’t really wanted to learn that subject. It was the reason he didn’t like thinking about their mom. And the reason why their dad barely spoke about her.

But Dean knew what happened when soulmates started getting close to one another for the first time.

Dean was feeling his freaking soulmate, and it was scaring the hell out of him.

Suddenly he could feel the bond. It was like a humming thread in his mind, an itch he wanted to scratch. If he just reached out the slightest bit, he could touch it. He could connect with whoever it was on the other line.

He could…or he could just leave it for a while until he figured out what he was even going to say, let alone do if someone answered him back.

So he did what most twenty-three year old men would do when faced with a potentially life-changing bond of commitment and…feelings.

He shoved it down and ran.

Well, not literally ran, but he was quick to leave the bathroom and return to his dad.

“Finally. What the hell took you so long?” John asked. He was already gathering their stuff together to leave.

Dean felt pinned by his dad’s gaze, but he did his best to play it smooth.

“Uh, sorry. Breakfast burrito hit me sideways. Then there was no toilet paper in the stall and I had to climb under and—”

John grimaced and held up a hand to stop him. “All right. Let’s just go.”

Dean let out a relieved breath. He hefted his backpack onto his shoulder and followed his dad out of the library, back to the Impala. He climbed into the passenger seat and took a swig of an old soda to steady himself.

He still felt her anxiety in his chest (at least, he hoped it was a her). Maybe she was having a rough day…but once he remembered what she’d said in his head, he wanted to slap a hand to his forehead.

You idiot. She’s studying for a test, he thought. She’s probably a student here.

That realization made him smirk. Aw, yeah. College girl, huh?

Though that thought was followed by a dousing shower of reality.

Oh shit. The thing we’re hunting just ate a college freshman.

“Dean, what’s the matter with you? You lost in space over there?” John asked. It punctured the bubble of Dean’s internal world and made him sharpen to attention.

“Nah, I’m fine. Where’re we headed?”

John scrutinized him a bit longer, but at Dean’s stubbornness, he seemed to let it go for now.

“To find this thing,” he said. “I narrowed down its hunting grounds and called the local animal control. They’ve been getting reports of people hearing a stray dog barking, but no one’s seen him.”

Dean nodded and settled back into his seat. Just focus on the hunt, he told himself. Deal with the rest after.

You were having a phenomenally shitty day.

Well, you supposed that was nothing new. You were twenty years old, still not old enough to legally drink but old enough to have adult bills and adult stress to go along with it. So you were also broke.

And you were halfway through a degree in history. A degree that your father repeatedly told you was “impractical” to earn a decent living with. Which wasn’t even true.

…Okay, maybe that was a little bit true. But you liked history, and you could easily fall into Mom’s footsteps and become a teacher.

You could work for a museum. You could become a world-renowned historian, or write an award-winning historical fantasy like Game of Thrones and make millions off the TV deal!

…Okay, most likely it was probably going to the teacher thing, but at least you still had dreams.

Your dad only believed in what he could see right in front of his narrow-minded face.

Your dad was a dream killer.

Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that on the phone just now, but you were fuming, damn it. This wasn’t what you needed on finals week. Especially because you had an insane Calculus final to cram for, and only a few hours to do it. You needed to get back to your part-time job at the coffee shop by three. Unfortunately, you were closing tonight.

First, you needed a pick-me-up before you headed to the library.

Sighing, you rubbed the silver ring on your right hand absently as you waited in line at the university’s café. The ring had been your mom’s, and now it was yours. On most days, it gave you comfort; just that little bit of extra support to get you through.  

Eventually, you got to the front of the line and rattled off your coffee order while still looking up at the menu board: extra-large black coffee with a turbo shot, four sugars. When your gaze slid down and met the guy ringing you up, your brain stuttered to a halt.

“Okay, got it. One ‘Turbo Cram Session’ coming up,” he said. He gave you a charming, friendly grin. With his hazel eyes and tan skin, he was a rare find in a midwestern town like this. His brown hair was long, brushing past his shoulders. He almost reminded you of a character from the cheesy vampire book your teen cousin Lily was obsessed with.

Regardless, he was attractive.

A nervous flutter in your stomach made you smile back. “Thanks.”

You paid the overly expensive bill and watched him make your coffee.

“Finals week, right?” he commiserated.

“Yep.” You sighed and nodded. “Three exams tomorrow, one at eight-in-the-damn-morning.”

He whistled sympathetically. “Yeah, it’s a killer.”

He put the lid on your steaming coffee and handed it to you. His fingers brushed your hand when you took the to-go cup from him, but he hissed a bit and pulled his hand back.

“You okay?” you asked in concern. He glanced at your hand. You toyed with your ring in a nervous habit.

“Yeah, some coffee spilled. No worries,” he said. He flashed you a smile. “If you need to pull an all-nighter, just come back. I can help you mainline the espresso machine.”

He tapped the inside of your wrist and you laughed, playing along. “You’d do that for me?”

“Just for you,” he said with a nod. He pressed a finger to his lips conspiringly. “Keep it quiet, though, or the whole school will be cramming in here like stray cats.”

You laughed again. His nametag read, James.

“Got it. Thanks, James.”

“Call me Jimmy,” he said, giving you a more flirtatious smile.

You left the café with a full-on blush warming your face. When your hands hand brushed, you felt tingles on your skin…but you hadn’t heard his thoughts.

He’s not the one.

Disappointing.

You continued on your path to the library.

You were a bit introverted, mostly keeping to yourself. Your friends were back home in Sioux Falls, so you didn’t really have anyone here, and you didn’t put yourself out there as much as you could. But even when guys did notice you (however few and far between that was), you just couldn’t bring yourself to entertain them. Not if you couldn’t feel them.

Maybe that was a lonely way to go through life. Your friends had certainly told you so. They encouraged you to have fun and explore in college, and part of you wanted to. Another part—the more sensitive part—thought that was just setting yourself up for disappointment.

You wanted something real. Something that would last. Like what your parents had, before…

Whatever. Enough of that. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you approached the library, but it was hard.

Juggling a full-time college schedule, two part-time jobs, and commuting over an hour every day to school was hard. And your dad wasn’t making it any easier.

All right, stop it. Anxiety was starting to well up in your chest, and you couldn’t afford to battle with it right now.

You went into the library and found your usual spot, practically buried behind the reference books. Finding your favorite work desk, you settled your things there and sipped your coffee. You willed yourself to calm down—to power through that voice in your head that wanted to focus on your problems instead of solutions.

You only had a few hours to plug several complex math equations into your head.

That’s it. Wake the hell up, you thought sternly. I can’t fail this damn final!

With a shaky breath, you cracked open your Calculus book, put on your headphones and some music, and started studying.

A few minutes later, the men’s bathroom door opened with a loud crack and someone quickly walked out of it—right past your table.

You were too deep in your studies and your music to notice. 

Father and son were on the hunt.

John was pretty sure they’d found the skinwalker (in a coffee shop of all places). They just had to wait until the bastard came out.

He and Dean waited in the Impala with Reuben sandwiches to tide them over for the stakeout. John discreetly shot his son a glance.

The boy had been off his game all day, but he couldn’t put his finger on why…

“Hey Dad, where’s Zeppelin IV?” he asked, around a mouthful of Reuben. A smile twitched at John’s lips. He wordlessly retrieved the cassette from the compartment on the driver’s side door and held it up in his hand.

“Hey, why d’you keep it on your side?” Dean asked. “You don’t trust me with your tunes by now? Just like you never let me drive?” 

He was mostly teasing, but maybe there was a thread of truth underneath. John scoffed.

“I don’t let you drive the Impala ‘cause you’re a punk,” he said. He offered Dean the cassette, but just as he was about to grab it, John took it back and popped it into the cassette player himself. He smirked. “Driver picks the music.”

Dean gave him a look, like he wanted to snipe a comeback, but thought better of it. He sat back into his seat.

John took a satisfied bite out of his sandwich.

Oh shit!

You sprung up from your desk in the library, wiping drool from the side of your cheek.

Tell me I didn’t fucking fall asleep!

Sure enough, your Calculus book was cracked open, your half-drunk coffee was cold, and you had all but missed your shift at work. No, no, no!

You dashed around like a mad person trying to collect your books, pens, your phone—everything into your backpack. You had walked here from your dorm, so you were just going to have to run to the coffee shop on foot. You were too broke to take a taxi and the bus would take too damn long.

It was only, what, a mile or two?

Lord help me.

You didn’t have a choice. You just had to run.

“Coffee boy’s clocking out,” Dean observed. He and John climbed out of the Impala. By then it was evening, almost night. The sun dipped behind the clouds and the streetlights were about to come on. Rush hour traffic was heavy here at a four-way intersection.

Dean focused on their target. The guy looked normal—dark hair, tan skin. I guess that’s the idea, Dean thought. Look normal, blend in by slinging watery, overpriced coffee, get your filet o’ human hearts on the side.

When the guy came out of the café, he didn’t walk to a car parked on the street. Instead, he dipped between the café and the university library and went through a back alley.

“Let’s go,” John said, and with their guns loaded up with silver (hidden in their jackets), they hurried across the street and ducked into the alley.

But they didn’t see any trace of the guy. Both retrieved and cocked their guns, moving through the alley slowly.

Dean was usually good at this part. His ex-marine dad had trained him well, and he was focused. Alert.

Until something nagged at the back of his mind. A low hum as that connection flared to life. 

Oh fuck. His lips pursed. A persistent feeling of worry (that wasn’t his own) prickled in his chest, like fire ants across his skin. He tried his best to shut it out.

Not now.

You rushed out the library doors and inwardly bemoaned that it was practically nighttime. You were lucky if you still had a job by the time you got to work.

Damn it! Frustration and worry warred for dominance, but you couldn’t focus on that.

Not now.

You hesitated a moment. A weird feeling fluttered in your chest just then…

Ugh, whatever, you dismissed, shaking your head. I’m insane, it’s fine.

You ran to the street intersection and waited impatiently for the walking light to turn green. 

You looked both ways on the street. It was still red, but there was a window of opportunity in a short lull of cars. You could make it if you hurried.

So you did. You took your chance and ran halfway down the street, making it past the first wave of oncoming traffic. You just didn’t account for the truck that was turning the corner—from the opposite direction.

You had time to utter a scream before you dove for the sidewalk. A woman walking her dog helped you up, asking if you were okay.

You were and you weren’t, really. You were shaking, but you thanked the woman with a trembling smile. At this point, you didn’t care if you were fired. Five bucks an hour wasn’t worth getting splattered on a dusty pavement. 

Damn. Guess I’ll have to apply at Starbucks.

It was intense.

Your fear was like a searing hot knife ripping through Dean’s heart, and it tore a ragged sound from his throat as his knee buckled.

John’s head swiveled to him with wide eyes. “Dean—”

That was the opening their prey was waiting for. Or rather, the creature that was hunting them.

A large dog leapt from the roof of the café—behind and above them. It went for Dean first, biting into his arm through his jacket. Both of them went down as Dean struggled and the animal growled and tried to shred his arm. Dean almost didn’t feel the pain, but he felt panic of his own as he tried to pry the creature off by his canine ears. 

“Dean!”

He looked up at his dad, who stood with his gun aloft. Dean trusted him. He helped give an opening and moved his face away.

Three shots rang out.

The first two killed the skinwalker. The third was just for insurance, and maybe vengeance.

John helped Dean out from under the creature’s body, and they watched it transform back into its natural form. Coffee shop boy.

James, Dean read on his nametag.

“Rest in peace, Cujo,” he quipped, but by now the pain was finally registering. His arm wept with blood through his jacket, and he hissed in pain when his dad put firm pressure on the wound.

“What the fuck happened, Dean?” John demanded. “You got shit between your ears, or a working brain? Because whatever’s got you distracted, that’s how you get killed.”

His father’s anger wasn’t pleasant, but his disappointment was crushing.

Dean swallowed the pain, both physical and…and the rest. He just nodded and apologized.

“Sorry, Dad.”

John shook his head, but he continued leading Dean back to the car.

Back at the motel, John was able to stitch Dean up and wrap his arm. They had planned to leave after the hunt to save money on another motel night…but John agreed to give it one more day to let Dean rest on a real bed.

His son wasn’t just in pain. He was melancholy.

It was unusual for Dean, who normally kept up a decent attitude. And it wasn’t like him to slip up like that on a hunt. John could admit, things were different now without Sam. John was different.

Not that he’d been a picnic before. He knew that much. But maybe Sam leaving was harder than John cared to admit.

After he and Dean were showered up, John brought them back some takeout and beers. He gave Dean one, but before he turned on the TV, he hesitated. A twinge of sorry was at the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he asked, “What’s wrong, Dean?”

His son opened his mouth, a denial ready to fire.

“Don’t lie to me, son,” John said. “Just…tell me what happened today.”

It took a while to pry it out of him. He was resistant, and John expected that.

Dean, for his part, was trying to figure out what to say. How to say it.

Just then, he also remembered something Sam told him when he was only in sixth grade.

“Dean, did you know this? Human souls are really complex, and they’re unique too. We learned about it today in school.”

“Good for you, Super Geek.” 

“They found out that connected souls subconsciously try to find each other. So when you start hearing someone’s thoughts, it’s because the souls are trying to bond together, like molecules.”

Like molecules, huh?

Speaking of, Dean hadn’t heard your thoughts since that terrifying moment when he felt you…

For a moment, he’d thought you’d….

Though deep down, he knew you weren’t gone. He knew the bond was there, like an idle TV. Either you lived really close to this motel, or this HBO connection was getting a wider bandwidth.

“Dean?” John pressed.

Dean looked up, breaking from his thoughts. John didn’t often ask him to open up. But Dean figured if anyone would understand, it would probably be his dad.

He was forced to contemplate the question that had been scaring him all day.

Did he want the same soul bond his parents had, even if it nearly killed John after she died?

“…Dad, how did you and Mom meet?”

The question took John by surprise…but maybe it shouldn’t have. His perceptive gaze washed over Dean.

“It was after I came back from Vietnam,” John said eventually. “We ran into each other by the old movie theater.”

Dean smiled. “Aw, both of you were in line for Jaws?”

A resigned smile quirked at John’s lips. “That was ’75, genius. And no, we…literally ran into each other. Full speed. I went to help her up, but she was already doing it herself. Plus picking up everything that fell outta her bag. All I could do was stare at her like an idiot, ‘cause…I heard her say, God damn it.”

John had been lost in the memory for a moment, but here he looked at Dean.

“But she didn’t say it. She thought it,” he said. “And I knew it was her. She was it for me.”

“And she did too?” Dean asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“No,” John laughed a little. “She took some convincing, if I remember right.”

“What, she couldn’t hear your thoughts?”

“No, she could. But that…connection. It’s different in the beginning,” John said, with a heavy sigh. This was harder to talk about than he thought. For Dean, he would do it. But just this once.

“You don’t have so much control over it. It just kinda…happens.”

“And…how did that work, exactly?” Dean asked.

“Why do you want to know?” John returned. Dean quieted, looking down at his beer.

That was all the confirmation he needed to finally know what was going on. He sighed again.

“Son,” he started, then hesitated. He knew what he was about to say wasn’t completely right, but it was the truth. One day, Dean would understand.

“Son,” he said again. “Unless you’re prepared to hang up your gun, and stop hunting, don’t open that door.”

Dean’s brows knit together, a silent question that he almost didn’t want to ask. John answered it anyway.

“Nobody should be waiting on men like us to come home bloody,” he said.

Dean took those words to heart. He reminded himself that his dad had seen blood and war long before he met Mary. Maybe his dad had more regrets than just not being able to save her.

So the next morning, Dean slid into the Impala’s passenger seat. John drove them away from the college town, out of Vermillion, South Dakota.

Dean felt relieved, and also guilty. Then, the farther they got, he just felt wrong.

Soon enough, the warm tendril of connection in his chest dissipated.

AN: Phew! Okay, one major step closer to you and Dean finally meeting. I definitely drew on some of my own experiences at college here lol.

Read on to: Part 3.

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[haecien]

haiii ^^ i noticed ur reqs are open! do you do bullet point fics/asks? if not, that’s ok hehehe

would you be open to doing a university fic for hoshi! anything else u can decide :]

thank u !

Yes! I can do that :D <33 thanks anon for the ask bb!!

—Hoshi in University !

University au, Gender neutral reader, Swearing/cursing, fluffyyy <3

(First time trying out a bullet fic so idk if this is correct 😭)

100% he got lost at first while trying to find the lecture hall... bro had a map and everything ready but still got lost for some reason lmao

He seemed quiet at first but became popular quickly due to his ... "outstanding" personality, also became popular due to his dancing skills:D

Probably has a small circle of dancers friends and they do dance covers:D

He seems a bit careless in his works but in reality he's actually very good and submits most of his works in time

Wants to steal the schools kimchi during breaks(/j)

I deadass dont know what course he would take😭😭 bro picks smthing random/j

🐯

Hoshi x Y/n(Reader) in University !

They fell first he fell harder type of trope ykykyk

Reader saw Hoshi first sight and fell instantly, the time Hoshi finally fell is when they started chatting and he fell super fucking hard I tell you😭

When word got out you both liked each other it spread like wild fire, maybe the reader was more like an academic achiever and Hoshi was very popular and had suprisingly a lot of admirers

Its a shock how you were able to pull Hoshi, there have been rumors how he "harshly" rejected some girls but you were a different case it seems

Reader often likes to help out Hoshi if he's having trouble in any class, yes that means library dates and study dates🤞

Also maybe reader isn't the biggest physical touch person but when it comes to Hoshi its just different, hugs for life guys

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#seventeen #cieninboxs.docx #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #svt imagines #seventeen imagine #hoshi x you #hoshi svt #hoshi x reader #hoshi seventeen #hoshi

[plaguethewaters]

@thetiredyuk i am having more Thoughts about that one - ranboo is the sone of death beeduo au. I was about to just send you an ask but also this is almost 2k words so it may be better off as a post lmfao

So like. bullet points time, this is an approximate summary of what i think the Plot would be like - wordbuilding aside

(Temporary mcd, suicide warning)

Year like, 1500 something (to be more well researched but i do want it to be like. something something renaissance. it works) we've got two poor ass kids born of the same year. Except tommy is pretty much a normal guy, liked by his family and such. His parents have enough children they can gamble for at least one to be successfull, so they send him to be a painter's apprentice in the hope he'll make some kind of money. There, in the slighter bigger town thats almost a city but not quite, he meets tubbo. Now Tubbo would have been a normal guy, except he was born with facial deformities so now everyone thinks he's a demonic freak hated by the gods (this renaissance world is politheistic bc kristin needs to be there and also i wil not do christianity if i dont have to lmao.)

Tommy is not intimidated by any gods. obviously. also his dad is really into the goddess of death and he prays enough for both of them, so he's like. protected and shite. And he immidiately hits it off with the cursed boy

surprise hes not actually cursed but people are dicks anyways. Tommy makes him a fancy mask to cover his face - even thought its totally cool as shit, but its cool enough only tommy should ever get to see it - and that eventually does help him. Because tubbo wasnt like, a shit guy. Hes a damn good builder and knows how to read, which are talents big enough that the costruction workers for that church out of town are ready to ignore the whole probably cursed thing. As long as he as the masks.

Tommy: makes him the first genuine gift hes ever received in fifteen years of life Tubbo: never takes it off again. like never Tommy: shocked pikachu face

anyways so tommy dies like. super young. They have their fun for a few years but at like seventeen tommy is called to be the artist for this very fancy duke of the town over - and at the start they'r super happy bc that means Money and Food and Roof over your head and shite. its a very good fucking deal.

except the noble is a bastard. His town revolts against him, and when they storm the castle they aren't exactly asking names or faces: tommy gets immidiately like, super destroyed by the crowd, and dies a few minutes later.

Tubbo hears of this like five months later bc its the fifteen hunderds and hes poor.

He does Not take it very well ngl

He goes a bit murdery - basically hes like "im not living without tommy, might as well burn down a village while im at it right, right."

Now ranboo, in all of this, freshly the equivalent of seventeen for an immortal death being, is starting on their training to actually become death- His mom send him on a quaint little village in europe thinking "hey, the most those guys die of is like. malaria. consumption maybe. itll be easy as hell"

And now like two hundred different souls are around him with FIRE written on their foreheads and Ranboo feels distinctly outside of his range, to be really honest.

he steps a couple ethereak planes down just to see what the heck is the matter - if this is another of those voide beings his mom will be Super Pissed and they want to see that reaction

And it isnt the void people

Instead, in front of their eyes, the singular most beautiful person hes ever seen - and hes seen lots, in this line of work.

He cant see their face, but their actions speak enough. The sheer rage, the almost dance like movement of their body perfectly framed by the light of their torch, seeing no humanity or mercy in whatever their searching for. their hair look angelic in its softness, burnt by the worst flames of hell and yet tended by the same hands who wield it - strong hands, clearly forged by hard work and dedication. This is a guy who has nothing to lose, and there's little Death loves most than someone who doesnt fear it.

He has to go down, has to speak to them immidiately.

So he does.

There's really no time - his mom had given the singular rule not to interact with humans, shell be on them in Seconds- but one question can be asked in the haste: "What brings a mortal to do this?"

"It's all for you, love!" the mortal says. They also say some other things, after, but Ranboo is not very well versed in the human tongue and they are speaking Very Loudly.

(Tubbo actually said "Fuck you, you motherfucker it's Your Fault, you took every single thing i love". Easy mistake, if one thinks about it.)

Their mom is Pretty Pissed but she does undesrtand stupid things done for young love. So she's like "eh, ive loved mortals too. go have fun" and everything

Except a year passes, and ranboo still hasnt even spoken to the guy, and she remembers suddenly Mortality Exists.

Shes never had them take a soul who died naturally - for lack of occasion, mostly - and they may have been. a tad sheltered. They most definitely do Not know what death actually is like for humans, nor how long does it take for them to die

she wonders if it would be a tad overprotective to take this over for them

she thinks about seventy years in the future, at most, when the boy dies. She thinks that her son cannot cry but can definitely cry. she thinks of their screams of sadness ringing through her ears-

Tubbo wakes up in the river, alive.

He did not Intend to be alive, and it's actually quite unfortunate for him to be so.The survivors are quite angry and probably close to him, now. Welp, no way to die is reallt any worse than another, he thinks. Ill just wait here for them.

When the pitchfork collapses his heart and he continues breathing, he understands something might be a little bit wrong.

And like, a good five hundred years pass like this.

Things Tubbo has learned in his five hundred, twenty three and two halves years on this demon forsaken earth:

Clothes get so much shittier over time. he has One (1) tailored shit from the 1800 and Nothing has even barely compared to it ever since.

getting stabbed does not hurt less just because youre not actually dying. Poisoning is actiively way worse since you're not actually dying. Diving off cliffs is Not Fun. In general, try not to do dying things even if youre immortal

theres a hole in his heart where his loved ones were and it will never get filled

Food gets esponentially better over time. Lord bless whoever decided curry should go on chicken because they were Cooking For Real. Chocolate was still better before though.

Working for soulles bosses has not changed At All in all of this time tho.

he works at mcdonalds because no college would accept his non existant resume, and being immortal dosent deprive him of his needs unfortunately. The manager took one look at this kid dressed from like three different centuries with a goat mask on his head and was like. why not. at least youre not a stoner and you know how to read.

His coworkers firmly believe hes a criptid and have a full going investigation to prove it. The highest bet at fifty dollars says hes mothman in disguise, there to eat the fliest that live on their shitty food. The lowest bets hes an angel waiting for the right time to brign down armageddon.

Every night he goes in the woods to an almost forgotten Death altar and he prays. Half of his prayers consist of insults and the other half are pleas for her to fucking kill him already

This does not help the criptid chronicles

Kristin also has like. only so much patience. Hes holding up the prayers line - which is actually still pretty fucking used in central asia - and hes generally annoying as shit.

She takes ranboo by the scruff, gives them a passable human form, and throws them down there. Get your shit together boy youre like a thousand years old. Get your man (to stop fucking with the phoneline)

Ranboo is Not Enthusiastic about this but cmon. Hes death. How hard can working at a mac really be?

Spoiler it is

Spoiler it does Not matter, because awkwardness aside ranboo is funny, and easy to talk to, and compassionate and caring. He doesnt want to kill tubbo, he doesnt look at him like hes a fictional creature (and yes marcie, hes seen the bet table), he isnt his soulless boss. Tubbo is grieving but he also very desperstely wants a friend.

One day someone stops at his shitty apartment at like three am

Ranboo stands in fron of his door drenched from head to toe, holding the possibly smallest kitten tubbo has ever seen in his Life. Hes miserable but the cat is miracoulously dry, screaming their head off - and ranboo is panicking. Are they okay are they dying? Do you have any food i dont know what he eats but its so small and i didnt know where else to go- please i dont want it to die or something and-

The moon shines on their long, wet hair and their stupid fucking suit is as wrinkled as ever. They look like they desperately want to rub their hands against each other but there is a kitten in the way and it probably makes them even more anxious - theres very little messes bigger than him, right now.

Tubbo falls in love.

They heal the kitten and keep enderchest in their now shared apartment.

They grow closer, and closer, and something is forming. Ranboo is aware a relationship cannot be based on lies, as much as it worries him how tubbo will react.

so he prepares like a romantic ass evening

roses and candles and a nice dinner with a fancy wine

tubbo almost gets flustered

except at the end of the night the confession isnt "i love you" but "im the guy who took away your only ffamily".

and he sees Red.

Ranboo doesnt remember what tubbo screamed, not exactly. He remembers grief, and crying, and feeling worse than he ever believed he could. He remembers the endless guilt sitting in his chest, and the slam of a door - maybe from the inside out. Hes definitely outside, now, and the house ifìs far away enough eh cant see it, but that could also be the tears.

His mother finds him crouched in a patch of grass, tears steaming down their cheeks in a constant flow. Shes not aware if they'd returned to death form to feel safer, or because they believed they deserved the burn. Shes not sure what option makes her feel worse.

shes aware that this is. pretty much her fault

TO HER DEFENSE she was not really aware humans were so touchy about death. The souls she reaps arent very talkative and the guy shes with is chill about it so like. maybe this one is weird

(the guy she's with is Phil, whos Decidly not a human but has also decided not to tell her yet. For the bit, yknow? He's been a live a couple thousand years, it would be awkward to drop it now. He's also somewhat a serial killer and Not Normal about death At All)

BUt this is still here fault and she does have to set it right a little bit

So she summons Tubbo to her persnoal room in the palace and goes like. "oi. why r u so mad little guy"

And hes like: you took away the single person whos ever loved me ever

"Wait that's the only problem?"

"What the fuck else would it be"

"thought u were mad at him cause he lied lol"

"LYING IS NOT WORSE THAN KILLING A GUY"

Anyways Kristen is so relieved rn. She thought tubbo was phisically like, repulsed by the concept of death and all, and he was mad that Ranboo lied to him and all. Which he is, but the rage is so so much less than the grief yknoe. And she knows how to fix it if its just one (1) measly soul

Tommy is so fucking confused

Th modern world is full of sounds and weird textures and the food is fucking fantastic but also Too Much, and Tubbo introduced him to this weird ass potion hed called a bong and now hes seeing gods the likes of which had never been discoveres

Over all hes just happy to be alive and with his best friend

He kinda hates ranboo. The fucker threw a scyte at him for no reason when tommy would have Almost Certainly survived because he is simply That Cool. Ranboo didn't believe in his awesomeness enough and is thus a Bitch

Tubbo is. iffy

He cant deny he has a teensy tiny crush now, because hes far too deep in this for that

But also ranboo did like. lie straight to his face

but also tubbo would Not have believed him if a random guy showed up at three am at a mcdonalds saying they were the child of death

and he Did trust that what he saw in ranboo was real, betrayal aside. No one fakes looking That much like a wet cat

so it does take a while. couple years in fact, to get back at the level of trust they had before (inster a cool anime montage where they have lots of fun together as roommates and cats coparents and all)

One night when they are - not back together, because they hadnt been dating before, but back to that almost definitely dating just not officialized stage- ranboo asks him if would ever want to be mortal again.

And tubbo thinks of it. His time on earth had been so plagued by grief hed never really ecperienced anything it had to offer. Hed never seen the sights or did anything at all besides praying for death, and thats kind of a shitty way to pass five hundred years

'But tubbo what about your humanity? wouldnt it be irrevocabily lost by giving awau something so fundamentally human as death" someone would ask. And tubbo would anser "ehh who cares"

He hasnt been fully human since hes burned that whole village down, anyway. And he likes the benefits of this life more than whateer moral superiority a Normal human would have over him

just-

"and tommy too, obviously. I get the feeling you dont like him dead" Ranboo jokes.

There's no decision at all then. Fuck yeah, immortal boyfriend and immortal brother what more could a fucker want.

They get to cause chaos on earth and probably kill a bunch of rich people for a long long time

the end :)

Im like. very tentatively calling this Deathless Death, in the vane hope that i will write something for this better thant bullet points. But for now bullet points it is

#beeduo #cbeeduo #ctubbo #cranboo #ctommy #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #this is the longest thing ive written in Months #plague writes

[darlix747]

can you tell me about the ai8 au?? i'm so curious

sure! the primary idea was: what if haruka was seen as a success and placed in trigger? then tenn would have grown up without kujo’s influence, so where would he end up? and so it goes! i’ll organize some basic outline-y stuff in bullet points:

• tenn gets scouted by takanashi productions alongside riku

• first couple episodes are basically the exact same, but instead of iDOLISH7 we end up with idolish8, written in japanese as 愛ドリッシュエイト with the character for love. i shorten it to 愛八 or ai8

• since that’s a lot of guys for one stage all the time (yeah yeah i know all about seventeen, stray kids, etc in real life but this is idolish7 i do what i want) tsumugi propses a subunit plan with two units: ai1 and ai2, informally called the princes and the knights repsectively

• ai1 consists of: tenn, sougo, tamaki, and nagi

• ai2 consists of: riku, iori, yamato and mitsuki

• there are of course full group songs, but having some songs be just one unit makes it more manageable

• as far as trigger is concerned, there’s only one major change: to avoid confusion between mint green/teal and blue, i lightly say that ryuu’s color is a honey gold. ryuu and gaku spend a fair bit of energy trying to figure out what in the world is wrong with their center bc he’s a little messed up

#i have a fic for this that’s a wip too #there’s my heavenly visitor haru but also an unfinished mr affection tenn #tenn also has more of a cheery/bright personality here (not by a ton but. no kujo bs) #zool does still end up existing #just as a trio this time #sooooo many thoughts #also rip haru’s grandma :(( #idolish7 #ai8 #lix answers

[sleepy-stars-room]

to be read and reviewed pt.2

purpose of this post series: a post keeping track of what fics I’ve been wanting to read and leave feedback for!  

additional note(s): let’s enjoy the chaos as I read through these fics, you’re welcome to join! You’re highly encouraged to reblog them if you liked them as well! Lastly please show love to these wonderful writers.

this post is for the group: SEVENTEEN!

last updated: 08/25/2022 // overall status: completed

↓ click on read more to see which fics I’ll be reading ↓

I just see you by @svtskneecaps

pairing: xu minghao x fem!reader

fic type: SMAU Series  

genre: romance, Seventeen Youtuber! Non-Idol! College! AU | warnings: none indicated 

summary: When an artist begins to frequent the café you do murals for, you know your life is going to get interesting. What you don’t know is that he’s also your favorite online artist. Shenanigans ensue.

my additional notes: another SMAU 🤩 lowkey very interested in this especially the AUs and summary. plus I don’t read too much for The8 so this is nice!

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Stepping Up by @whatsk-poppinhomies

pairing: seungcheol x f!reader

fic type: written fic | word count: 9.6k

genre: fluff, slight angsty themes, single parent!scoups, teacher!reader | warnings: children (non-biological), mentions of breakup (not regarding the reader)

summary: no summary was provided

my additional notes: super excited for this! it seems like there is always s.coups fics but uhm I’m open to fic recs and yeah :) 

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you're in a band and annoy me way too much at my job au by @heartkyeom

pairing: bassist choi seungcheol x barista gn! reader

fic type: bullet points fic | word count: 2.4k

genre: fluff, small bits of angst, 95 line as a band, bassist cheol, lead singer joshua, drummer jeonghan, barista reader | warnings: short mentions of food and slight angsty themes

summary: no summary was provided... but also it’s in the title so it’s self-explanatory 

my additional notes: ahaha this already seems super cute and I love how specific it is. Band AUs will always have a special place in my heart <3 also super cute username 

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please stay. by @whoreanghae

pairing: wonwoo x reader

fic type: written fic | word count: 1.5k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers | warnings: none indicated 

summary: no summary was provided

my additional notes: wonwoo fics <33 excited for this one as well

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deluxe version by @darl-ings​

pairing: wonwoo x reader

fic type: written fic | word count: 963

genre: fluff, a dash of angst | warnings: cursing

summary: in which you and wonwoo spend some alone time together 

my additional notes: help this sounds so cute already !

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Bluff and Nonsense by @thepixelelf​

pairing: hoshi x reader

fic type: written fic | word count: 17k

genre: romance, angst, some fluff, university au, not a fake dating au | warnings: mentions of cursing and alcohol

summary: no summary was provided

my additional notes: I have to stop liking fics and then forgetting about them 😭 but that’s what this series is for. anyhow, I’m so excited for this!! especially since it’s long <3

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the bus stop on main st. by @rasparagus​

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

fic type: written fic | word count: 2.5k 

genre: university!au, enemies2lovers lil bits of angst & fluff | warnings: crying y/n & emotionally unaware minghao

summary: you find comfort in the arms of the man you least expect

my additional notes: I don’t read a whole lot for minghao 😭 but this sounds interesting

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TAKE THESE FICS AS RECS IF YOURE LOOKING FOR FIC RECS!!!

once again, show love to these writers <3

signing off with love

- ash

#radiant reads + reviews! #to be updated #seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #hoshi x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #wonwoo x reader #seungcheol x reader #s.coups x reader

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in a ship of glass - ch. 1

empires superpowers au - next

hello all and welcome to scott's backstory in the empires superpowers au! i've been really excited to post this, i've wanted to give you guys a look into scott's past for months :)

cw: religious trauma, cults, depression, suicidal thoughts, failed suicide attempt, brief hospitalization

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Scott’s seventeen, and he’s homeless.

He hates himself. He hates that he hadn’t been able to hide it, hadn’t been able to shove that part of him so far down that it never came out again. He’d managed to hide it so well for the past four years, too. Losing control just before he finishes his senior year is a slap in the face.

So what’s the first thing that Scott does once he’s officially not welcome in his own house?

He goes to the library.

He does a bit of research, then schedules himself an appointment at a nearby college for the HiSET test. It’s probably a weird first thing to do, he realizes after he’s printed off his confirmation receipt. Instead of using his bank account to buy food or a car before his parents cut him off, he uses it to buy a test at school so that he can have a little piece of paper that declares him a high school graduate.

It’s what makes sense, though. If he can get his high school diploma, he can still go to college. If he goes to college, he gets food and board. And since his EFC is suddenly zero, if chooses the right school, he could go for free. He had good enough grades for scholarships, after all. He’ll have to speak to admissions offices directly, explain his situation and why he suddenly stopped attending high school, but they’ll understand. He’s sure he’s not the first case like this.

And after he’s planned that out, written it in neat little bullet points in his notebook, he stares at his How-To-Not-Be-Homeless list and starts crying. In the middle of the library.

His plan will work, he’s sure of it. And a little debt is nothing to be scared of. But he shouldn’t have to have a list! Everything had been planned out so meticulously his entire life, and here he is with nothing but the clothes on his back and his school backpack, at 5pm on a Thursday, the only plan the five smudged pencil lines on a page halfway through his math notebook.

He can’t go back to school tomorrow, like he’d first thought of. His parents had surely called them by now. And there’s no way he can go to the only college he had applied to, the only college to accept him.

Not now that he’s . . . powered.

Sure, he’s been powered (he shudders at the thought) since he was thirteen. But he thought that he could hide it. He’d been hiding it so well.

His family is heavily religious. He was raised a member of the Devout Order of Heaven, had gone to a private high school sponsored by the religion, was planning on attending the Order of Heaven University.

But he’s powered. Sinful.

He’s repressed his powers since the first time they appeared—when he’d woken up to get ready for his first day of eighth grade to find his blanket covered in a sheet of ice. After that, he’d done everything he could to get rid of them—and when getting rid of them proved impossible, he’d just decided that nobody would ever know they existed.

Being powered is unnatural. Not as God intended. Of the Devil. God wouldn’t give one person such an advantage over everyone else. They’re supposed to be on equal footing. Powered individuals shouldn’t exist, shouldn’t want to exist.

And Scott’s never wanted to exist less.

In all honesty, his parents were surprisingly kind about it. Sure, he’s been kicked out. He’s sure that his possessions have been burned by now (he spares a moment to mourn his turtle plush that shouldn’t still be on his bed at seventeen years old, a moment to mourn his collection of army figurines, a moment to mourn his academic achievement awards), but according to what he’s learned in church, you’re supposed to report a powered person to the pastor. From there, careful counseling and therapy camps and all sorts of things that sound terrifying—Scott’s heard rumors of electrotherapy and other tortures at these camps, the fear of which had incited him to hide his icy predisposition in the first place. But instead of holding him at home, forcing him to go to therapy camp, all his parents had done was tell him they had no son and kicked him out.

It had been an accident. Juggling the stress of school and finals and choir had become too much, and the ball he’d dropped had been keeping his powers on lockdown. The spark had escaped out through his fingers when he had been getting a glass of water and he’d somehow frozen the water pouring from the kitchen sink, right in front of his mother.

He couldn’t repeat it for his father, of course. He’d never learned how to control it, just how to stop it. He was constantly burning with it, burning with the need to release his power, but he couldn’t do it on command. And he simply wouldn’t do it on accident. Until now.

He’s an outcast from everywhere that he can think to go. His family doesn’t want him, his friends will reject him, Melanie has probably already forgotten him and their plans for prom. His church will try to therapy it out of him.

Scott’s not welcome here. He has to go out into a world of sin and pretend it doesn’t bother him. He has to pretend that it’s okay that he’s not going to Heaven. He can’t be in denial anymore.

He doesn’t want to leave town, he thinks. But he’s not sure how he can stay here when he’ll inevitably see his classmates and his friends around. He has to go somewhere not here, and preferably farther than the next town over where he has to take the HiSET.

There will be certain students of his high school that he knows, if they see him, won’t treat him well. His test is in a week. He’s just got to get there, then . . . he’ll make his plan after that.

He takes a deep breath, ignores the concerned looks of the library patrons, and hefts his backpack over his shoulder. It’s a walk of several hours, probably. He can make it overnight, nap in the library there. He thanks God for libraries right then and there, before remembering that God doesn’t really want to hear from him.

His bullet point plan. Get out of Briarsville, walk to Clinton. Arrive there and wait until he can take the HiSET. There’s a homeless shelter in Clinton; stay there and at the Clinton public library. After the HiSET is done. . . .

He can’t worry about that right now. He just has to focus on getting through this week. Then he can figure out . . . everything else.

-

Scott’s eighteen, and he’s not heard from his family in nine months and twelve days—not that anyone’s counting.

He’s attending community college and living at a homeless shelter in Milford. It’s the biggest town in the area (the size of a small city), about thirty minutes away from Briarsville. He occasionally sees familiar faces (this is where the nearest mall is, after all), but they act like they don’t recognize him. Or maybe they actually don’t: he’s been changing.

He’s thinner and it shows clearly in his face, his cheekbones hollow and eyes sunken. He’s so tired all the time and rarely gets three meals a day, likely the main contributors to his weight loss. Unfortunately, with less weight than is healthy, Scott can’t find energy in his reserves to pick up a job outside of his work study, try to work for his own place and food. It’s what being homeless does to you, he supposes.

That’s not all, though. Scott’s hair has been . . . lightening. At first he had just thought it was the abundance of frost or ice crystals in his hair (now that his eternal soul is forfeit, he doesn’t really try to hide it except instinctually), but after a shower he checks in the mirror and his hair is significantly lighter than it had been. Still brown, but very nearly a dirty blond.

He doesn’t want to stay in Milford. It’s still too small. He still gets sideways glances when ice explodes out of his hands spontaneously (he hates it, it makes him sick, he wants to cry every time he accidentally freezes his bottle of water), he still gets pamphlets handed to him on the sidewalk when the moms of that one homeschooling group see the ice crawling up his arms.

There are powered individuals in the world, he knows that. Heck, one of the librarians he sees frequently levitates books to shelve them. Scott just . . . shouldn’t be one of them. It’s not right. It’s not right for anyone, but particularly not for him because he knows better.

He’s sat through so many sermons about how to protect your child from becoming powered. Had his parents not done enough? Had he not done enough? He’d done everything, he thought—but maybe his daily prayers weren’t righteous enough. Maybe his tithes weren’t enough. Maybe he should’ve tried the camp.

He hates himself somehow more than before. Before, he’d actually been trying. He’d been trying to remain faithful, even while this curse built up inside of him. He’d done his best to repress it, had prayed every night for God to save him from it.

He doesn’t try anymore. He’s just openly living in his sin, for anyone to see, with shame building by the day that he would ever dare to defy Heaven in such a way and he can’t stand himself, an aberration, an abomination of a human—

He’s a demon. He’s one of the Devil’s vessels, he’s possessed by a devil, and he can’t corrupt more people.

It doesn’t happen all at once. But as his disgust, as his hate builds up day by day, he knows what he has to do.

Scott makes a plan. He makes a plan to do what he wishes his parents would have done nine months and twenty-two days ago.

Scott saves up what little he gets working in the college cafeteria until he has enough money to buy a train ticket. He wants to go somewhere far away, far enough that his family and friends never hear the news. He’s not sure if he’s afraid of their grief or their scorn.

Empires City seems as good a place as any. It’s huge, from what he can tell—big enough that no one there will remember his face. It’s a thirty-two hour train ride as well, spanning practically across the country.

Two days before his trip, he quietly unenrolls from all of his classes. One day before his trip, he checks out of the homeless shelter he’s lived in for the past nine months. The day of his trip, he visits the Milford public library and returns the two books he’d checked out—a bible, and a large book with full-page pictures of unusual buildings.

That book had been the only indulgence he’d allowed himself. He’d spent many hours gaping at the construction, the attached concept sketches, the interiors. He’d ended up sketching some buildings of his own in the ten cent notebook he’d gotten in a bargain bin, imagining tiny stick people commissioning wilder and wilder constructs. He’s going to miss this book.

He leaves his library card in the bible, taped under Matthew 27:3-5. He’d wanted, morbidly, to highlight the verses, but his respect for library property had prevented him. Then he walks to the train station, scans his ticket, and waits for his train.

The ride is slow and lonely. He nearly misses the final of his three connections, makes it just in time only to be sat beside a woman with three rowdy children. He ends up holding the youngest on his lap to let the mother try and wrangle the other two, praying with all his might that God won’t let the devil inside him hurt this baby.

They make it safely, and Scott is terribly sleep-deprived but he hands the baby off to its mother and steps out of the train station into Empires City.

It’s bigger than he could have ever imagined. Scott’s never seen a skyscraper in person before, and for several long moments he stands under one and stares up in awe. He can just picture the tiny stick people who had commissioned the one he stands under now—a gruff man with a walrus mustache, a tall, thin man with white hair and a curled wrist beside him. It must have been fun, taking notes on what those two gentlemen wanted, drawing up concepts until the final project produced—then he gets shoved to the side by a stranger, jostling him and bringing him back to reality. He doesn’t have time. He needs to do this.

The buildings he passes sort of make him wish he had time to sight-see, though.

Hours go by. The sun sets but the stars don’t come out. The city doesn’t quiet. Noise buzzes in the back of Scott’s mind, and he doesn’t know if it’s from the city or if it’s his imagination. 

He’s not entirely sure how he gets to where he is. He can only believe he’s been guided divinely, because it’s gone midnight, and Scott’s in a tucked-away alley, a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of cheap gin in the other.

For the first time since the plan formulated, he feels nervous. What if it doesn’t work?

What if it does?

He can’t let himself be here anymore. He can’t let the evil festering within him exist. He’s been dwelling in this sin for so long and he just can’t live knowing it.

Scott takes a deep breath. He forces himself to think, think of all his worst and most embarrassing memories. It’s selfish, but he doesn’t want to think of times he was happy. He doesn’t want to be sad.

Then he does it. And the last thing he remembers feeling is relief.

-

Scott wakes slowly, and before he’s aware of anything, he’s aware of the blinding pain in his stomach.

He gasps a little, and pain shoots through his throat as well, inciting him to clamp his mouth shut, as much as he wants to cry out. Why does it hurt so much?

His eyes blink open, and the lights aren’t too terribly bright but bright enough that he groans deep in his chest and closes them again. There’s a rustling nearby, like clothes shifting.

His fingers are cold.

He’s not sure why he notices that. Of all things, he pays attention to the chilliness of his hands. The cold doesn’t really affect him, not like it does most people, but he can’t help but rub his fingers together a bit to try and warm them. He sighs slightly, grimaces when his stomach burns.

“Are you awake?”

The words are whispered but Scott can’t help but jolt, eyes flashing open. His stomach sends a painful pang again and he winces, glancing to his left—

A man. A man in a light grey-and-white bodysuit with a sparkling sun embossed on the chest. A cyan cape drapes down from his shoulders; the top half of his face is covered with a white mask. His hair is blonde and swept back, going grey in intermingled streaks.

Surely a powered individual. And that’s not just a powered—that’s a superhero.

For a moment, Scott considers leaving. Just getting away. Superheroes are among the worst sinners there are, taking the powers granted of the Devil and trying to trick others into believing they are of God.

He’s a powered too, though. Does it really matter, if he’s going to Hell anyways?

And then he remembers. And all the pieces click together—the pain in his stomach, the bed he’s lying on, the slow pounding of his head, the IV line in his arm.

His eyes burn. “Yeah,” he croaks. “I’m awake.”

#empires smp #esmp #empires fanfic #scott smajor #mcyt #empires superpowers au #esh au #mas writes #aaaa!!!! #i'm so excited for this #the next chapter is literally so fun #like this one is super depressing and all #but guys come on. next chapter is both superhero au AND college au #i don't have much else to say #i just wanted to post today!! #lmk what you think! #love you guys

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[slyveonwrites]

i. please please please do not interact with my account if you’re under the age of seventeen. this blog is probably going to be focused around sexually explicit / mature content, and having a younger audience view my writing makes me a little uncomfortable.

ii. if you decide to drop a request/commission me, i’m pretty much okay writing about every topic! however, there are a few things that i absolutely won’t write about, those being scat, pedophilia/age play, and alpha/beta/omega verse. i reserve the right to refuse anything i feel i can not do justice out of respect.

iii. as of now, i will accept requests on an inspiration standpoint. i'm really tight money wise, and so i will focus on getting commissions out in a timely manner.

iv. i will give any character a shot at writing, however, i am quite rust on male ! reader and mlm so please be gentle as i work on it. i do have a preference for afab bodies, but will write anything.

v. this is the obvious one, but don’t interact if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, antisemitic, just fuck off if you are a republican or a 4chan asshole.

FANDOMS

One Piece, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Genshin Impact

DOs

x reader, f/gn!reader, oc x character, ships, rare pairs, crossover, mature, explicit, LGBT+, NSFW, fluff, angst, death, AUs, ask first in regards to dark content ♡

DONTs

minors, pedophilia, scat, necrophilia, non-con, abuse, vore

COMMISSION INFORMATION BELOW

I reserve the right to refuse a commission.

Due to my horrid schedule and even worse fluctuating inspiration, I will only take five commissions at a time so I can give my full effort and not rush. For others hoping to commission me, a waiting list will be available.

You will get a rough draft in the form of bullet points, to make sure I'm on the right path.

After the final piece is sent, the client may request minor revisions ( spelling/formatting/punctuation ). Major revisions, depending on the greatness of the revision, may cost extra. 

The final work will be posted on my tumblr and/or sent in PDF / Epub / docs format via email. You may repost it wherever you want (as long as it is for non-commercial use only) but you may not remove the byline that includes a link back to my blog (i.e written by Maokomi.) If you prefer that I don’t post it to my social media, please feel free to say so!

Completion time varies according to details of the commission + my own personal circumstances. Expect about 2-7 days (or more) completion time, depending on these factors.

Feel free to ask for updates, but please try not to make them too frequent!

Please be open to any questions I may have! I want to make this as best as I can for you, and sometimes I may need to ask for details or clarification.

If you have any ideas or scenes or prompts or whatever that you would like me to use as inspiration for the work, please feel free to tell me! They can be super helpful in knowing what kind of vibe you’d like :D the more details / points in the story you have in mind, the better !! moodboard for your oc? hand it over. a fic you read 3 years ago and what something inspired by it? give it. you get my picture.

That being said, please also manage your expectations! If you pay for only 100 words, do not give me so many points or details as if you expect me to write 1k+ words and then be angry when i leave some things out :))

1.) PRICE ; every 500 words will be $5 (i.e. 1000 words will be $10, 1500 words will be $15, etc.)

2.) PAYMENT METHOD ; cashapp . paypal .

3.) CONTACT ; you may message me through dms on this blog to request . please give me the character you want, a name for y/n, and the amount of words you desire . once i accept your commission , i will invite you into a small private server, where we'll discuss the important details.

4.) LIMITS ; i will write anything besides scat, race play, age play/pedophilia, and alpha/beta/omega dynamics. i do reserve the right to refuse.

thank you for taking the time to read this! examples can be found via my roleplay blog for now.

#writing commissions #emergency commissions #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kny x reader #one piece x reader #genshin impact x reader

[strxwberry-skiess]

kpop masterlist.

BANGTAN — 방탄소년단

KIM NAMJOON.

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KIM SEOKJIN.

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MIN YOONGI.

❀ midnight ; cinderella au, romance, drama, angst

the ball is all anyone can talk about. for you, it’s just another reminder of your dismal life, stuck with a spiteful stepfamily and endless chores. however, when you are blessed with a miracle, you end up falling into a world you never could have dreamed about.

JUNG HOSEOK.

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PARK JIMIN.

❀ the one that got away ; angst, fluff, romance

despite being best friends with park jimin all your life, you always feared that one day, he would slip through your fingers. hiding your feelings from him would be your biggest regret.

KIM TAEHYUNG.

❀ let’s get this bread ; fluff, humor

working at a bakery has its perks, especially when an attractive customer likes to ask your opinions on your favorite breads.

JEON JUNGKOOK.

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OT7.

❀ cliché tropes ; high school au, bullet point, fluff

bangtan boys as cliché high school tropes

❀ rosewood city ; 1920s au, drama, romance

february 14th, 1922. despite your status as a perfectly content spinster, seven suitors send offerings on valentine’s day, ever hopeful theirs will be the one you cannot refuse.

❀ mount olympus ; greek god au, drama, romance, fluff

little is known to man about the gods who live on the mountain. fewer in number are those who have had an encounter with one of the said gods, for they are far from personal. however, you manage to catch the eye of one in particular.

ENHYPEN — 엔하이픈

YANG JUNGWON.

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LEE HEESEUNG.

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PARK JAY.

❀ my captain ; war au, romance, drama, action, angst

[ the deep end collab 1/2 ] the war has claimed millions of young mens’ lives, prompting the formation of the first all-female regiment. you leap at the chance to contribute to the fight, but soon find out very few men see you as a comrade. it’s hard not to fall for the only man who sees you as a person—major park jay—but in the final legs of the war, risks are taken and many of the consequences are irreversible.

❀ the quirky girl ; fluff, humor

being the new kid at school is never easy, but nothing surprises jay more than when the girl sitting behind him in class asks to put glitter on his face.

SIM JAKE.

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PARK SUNGHOON.

❀ my rose ; fantasy au, romance, drama, angst

[ the deep end collab 2/2 ] as the youngest sylph princess, you are often overlooked, an heir to nothing. desperate for a new life, you flee, and with the help of some special magic, you find yourself in a desolate realm, home to one single being. it’s not exactly what you had hoped for, but as the young prince becomes enamored with you, you can’t deny the connection you feel. soon, both you and sunghoon will have to face a choice in your journeys: to leave or stay.

❀ ice prince asshole ; humor, fluff

all you’re trying to do is work off some steam at the local ice skating rink, but it’s hard to do that when a random jerk keeps showing off.

KIM SUNOO.

❀ cuter than you ; smau, crack, humor, fluff

in which y/n (accidentally) shoots her shot with the cutest boy in school.

NISHIMURA RIKI.

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OT7.

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STRAY KIDS — 스트레이 키즈

BANG CHAN.

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LEE MINHO.

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SEO CHANGBIN.

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HWANG HYUNJIN.

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HAN JISUNG.

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LEE FELIX.

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KIM SEUNGMIN.

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YANG JEONGIN.

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OT8.

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ATEEZ — 에이티즈

KIM HONGJOONG.

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PARK SEONGHWA.

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JEONG YUNHO.

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KANG YEOSANG.

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CHOI SAN.

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SONG MINGI.

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JUNG WOOYOUNG.

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CHOI JONGHO.

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OT8.

❀ secret relationship ; reaction, bullet point, fluff

how long can each ateez member keep their relationship a secret?

SEVENTEEN — 세븐틴

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL.

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YOON JEONGHAN.

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HONG JOSHUA.

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WEN JUNHUI.

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KWON HOSHI.

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JEON WONWOO.

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LEE WOOZI.

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LEE DOKYEOM.

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KIM MINGYU.

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XU MINGHAO.

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BOO SEUNGKWAN.

❀ shopping mall schemes ; fluff, romance, humor

there is one unspoken rule of the shopping mall: never stop for a vendor, no matter how pushy they are. you know this, but somehow you still end up in the clutches of the one running the skincare counter.

❀ won’t let them break your heart ; angst, fluff

after a bad breakup, seungkwan is convinced he can find you your perfect match. he didn’t expect to fall in love with you along the way, but can he really make a move after setting you up with one of his best friends?

❀ put a ring on my finger ; romance, angst

after years of waiting for boo seungkwan to see you as more than a friend, you decide to take matters into your own hands: by asking for his. seungkwan mistakenly believes it’s a practical joke and you play along to hide your embarrassment and your broken heart.

CHWE VERNON.

❀ i think i wanna marry you ; romance, angst

when vernon invites you on an impromptu road trip, you quickly agree despite having apprehensions about why your best friend is acting so strangely all of a sudden. on the last night, with some assistance from a strong liquor, vernon lets slip a little confession.

LEE DINO.

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OT13.

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© strxwberry-skiess, 2022-2023. all rights reserved. copying, reposting, or plagiarizing my work is strictly prohibited.

all works are fem!reader inclined (meaning she/her pronouns are used). please respect my decision.

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[catboyieejeno]

about: requests/asks

this 'about' post will be updated as more groups/options are available.

groups i currently accept requests for

please be aware that most of my posts will be nct dream and svt

nct dream nct 127 seventeen

content/genres I currently accept requests for:

content:

imagines/scenarios: formally written, describing a scenario between reader and member(s) with backstory/intro and can have multiple parts if requested head-cannons: bullet point/list format, not formally written, just me shooting ideas of how i think they would be in that situation (!friends to lovers, !bf, !dad, !fwb, !domestic, etc.) drabbles: 200-2.0K words, formally written with little to no backstory or intro; reader is instantly inserted in the scenario, blurbs: 100-1k words, formally written little to no backstory or intro reactions: head-cannon/drabble format but for a whole group. texts: imessage texts. can be for an individual member, some members, or a whole group

coming soon: Instagram/Twitter posts: pictures + captions + other members/fan interactions

genres:

fluff

angst

smut

about the camera roll series

as of now, there are three categories for the camera roll series but you can request similar ideas and they can be added!

I DO NOT WRITE: serial killer, noncon, abuse, knife play/gun play, piss kink, anything with fecal matter, anal, high school au, gangbang

also, please keep your asks generally relatable. i will not write anything that is too specific, since it won’t be relevant to other readers (for example: nct comforts reader after to their mom gets hit by a car … like i’m sorry if that happened to you but i will not write that as a reaction)

NOTE: there's no formal way of asking for a request, don't let this post scare you! You can phrase your idea however you'd like in an ask and i'll do my very best to write what you're expecting!!!

xx

carina

[emeraldenha]

⚘ seventeen wips ⚘

key: ★ ☆ ☆ = outlined // ★ ★ ☆ = partly written // ★ ★ ★ = majority written or in need of editing

BULLET POINT AUS

status: non-priority // progress: ★ ★ ☆

yoon jeonghan x gn!reader

↳ a frenemies to lovers college au~

SMAU ONESHOTS

status: non-priority // progress: ★ ☆ ☆

97’ line x gn!reader

↳ a sleepover!svt 97’ line smau oneshot series~

#wips #seventeen

[chiclet-go-boom]

So for the first time since the... middle of February? Beginning of March? It’s fucking quiet at work and I have caught up to everything I want to catch up on. So for the first time on forever I’m in hold pattern until somebody gets back to me. I haven’t had more than three minutes of downtime in MONTHS and suddenly this afternoon is just streeeetching before me like a pristine slope of downhill snow.

I could fire up my many, many WIP fanfic documents and try working on something but nah. Instead, I shall regale you with the many things I could be work on in bullet format, so that we can all admire my options.

FFVIII - Sins of the Living - Squall / Seifer This is the oldest thing I have that technically I’m still working on. I have ten chapters done out of what was envisioned as twelve so this is like, nearly over. The gap between chapters nine and ten was seventeen years though and I have people who have, in fact, had it on their subscribe list for that long. Every so often, somebody posts a comment lamenting that its not finished. I should finish it.

Shadowhunters : “parabatai thing” - Jace + Alec A little one-shot thing from Clary’s point of view on the deal between Jace and Alec. I can’t figure out the exact point I want to make at the end, so its languishing on a three-quarter build since I’m not sure what romance-crushing epiphany to end on exactly.

Shadowhunters - “morningstar” - Jace / Alec Wherein Sebastian doesn’t exist and Jace is Valentine’s one big experimental shot at fucking over the Clave and the war. Featuring graphic torture, mindbreak, feral Jace and desperately valiant Alec and enough dubious consent issues to make your pearls clutch in a fever. The sin of Eros, oh my. I wanted to channel at least a little bit of the feel of N I G H T M A R E but went wildly off track pretty quickly. I am not cut out for creeping horror, who knew? But I can write a pretty savage fight scene, giggity.

Star Wars Sequels - “twincest” - Kylo / Ben This random thing I worked out with Ben and Kylo as teenage twins, terrible parenting and a bunch of sexybad decisions made at lightspeed. Supposed to be fairly short but fell into a plot and never worked its way back to the top of the pit.

Star Wars Sequels - “future imperfect” - Kylo / Rey A modern day/magic AU idea, where Ben and Kylo are twins again but Ben sees the future and Kylo sees the past and Rey (Never A Palpatine) can find anything that’s lost and we do mean everything. Leia runs (owns) the largest single coven on the northwest coast, Snoke opposes her in the east and Luke is missing, the bastard. I had some pretty good visual scenes worked out for this, had some kickass bits with Phasma and Hux and its one of the few fics where I wrote down the world building points I didn’t want to forget about.

FFXIV - The Lighted Paths - Emet-Selch + WoL Started writing this for NaNoWriMo last year because the Meatball told me to and I was amused enough to cough up a 10k of a start before playing the game got more important than writing about it. A reworking of Shadowbringers that would bork the fuck out of Endwalker, I started wandering into romantic territory with the WoL and realized I didn’t care for it really and never floundered my way back to a throughline I preferred. Emet-Selch as vague eldritch horror, sin eaters are terrifying, and you don’t get through thirteen thousand years of mass slaughter by being overcareful with consequences.

FFXIV - “eldest sister" - Ser Aymeric / WoL I love this one in my head. POV of a pleasure house madam in Ul’dah, the WoL contracts our narrator to set up a “first night” with Aymeric before they have to leave for Gyr Albania, possibly never to return to Ishgard because the tides of fate wait for no miqo’te. Featuring a potion of Lethe, miqo’te sex and marriage rituals, a yearning WoL and Aymeric keeping his secrets close to the chest.

FFXIV - “pandora’s box” - Ser Aymeric / WoL This one is a bunch of disconnected scenes so far with a narrative thread I haven’t pulled together really, I just like thinking about it. Like Pandora, once you open the box, you can’t close it again and some things? Some things will eat you alive. The WoL punches through the acceptable limits of power and realizes to their terror that the pit waiting inside them seems bottomless: aether to fill it, aether needed to cascade into it in a waterfall of inevitability. With Haurchefant gone, the voice of love and reason, how do you ground yourself back to flesh and blood when all that you touch, you want to consume?

FFXIV - “viator” - Zenos yae Galvus / WoL Fix-it fic so that Zenos doesn’t end up gasping out his last beyond the end of stars. G’raha is not best pleased by this. Featuring cuddle-clutching for warmth, turning to your killer for comfort and making sure the dead guy understands he doesn’t get to leave you like this. Small sidebit/denouement where Zenos and the WoL reenact some of that last fight in front of witnesses back in the real world, who finally get to see what happens when the gloves comes off and mortality is more a concept than a reality for either of our best frenemies.

Merlin (BBC) - “prince of summer” - Merlin / Arthur What if the show was more medieval fantasy and less played for laughs? Featuring fairy rings, fae with teeth, Beltane, the Wild Hunt, seven lost years and childofmagic!merlin who knows more than he’s supposed to and less than he ought. Uther Pendragon’s A+ Parenting.

Harry Potter - “the open circle” - Harry / Draco The second ficthingie on this list that actually has world notes scribble down so I don’t forget. Wherein Draco doubles down on who he is and means it this time, Harry discovers what being the Master of Death really entails if you intend to stay on this side of the line and Eighth Year Hogwarts where the question comes down to: what did Lucius have in his other hand? Old Magic Is More Frightening Than You Think.

#fanfiction

[ravixen]

amg I really love that youtuber au 😭 I recently became a baby Carat and stumbled on it while going through multiple fic recs and enjoyed your writing style so much 🥺

also!! I didn’t realize the bullet point list for Shua and Dokyeomie have such a gap? 😳 I thought they would be like a few years apart. You can really tell the development in the writing when you compare them 😂 I really love how you wrote Seokmin’s like he’s my 2nd svt bias so my heart literally melted and turned into goo from how cute you portrayed him (in every fic too like amg ty for letting my seokmin loving hours grow!)

like tbh idk how to even form thoughts bc I don’t think there’s actually thoughts that can form a very coherent description of how I felt while reading Seokmin’s au 😭

it was like (cw// description of food!) — you know when something fluffy and sweet melts in your mouth? not like cotton candy because it’s kinda rough from the sugar particles but like idk let’s say pancakes but they melt into a soft texture in your mouth? and it leaves you with this softness and tender warmth in your mouth? 🥺💖 you wrote him like that and it makes me feel so sbdbsjdd that I probs have sprouted tiny wings that flapped so hard from how cute it was.

tl;dr — Seokmin’s was so cute and sweet it was like he’s the angel himself and y/n happens to be his human angel. THAT MAN IS SO SOFT LIKE HE’S SUCH A GOOF BUT IT WAS THE ✨ I M A G E R Y ✨ OF HIM GOING SOFT HOURS FOR HIS ANGEL GRIPPING MY BARS 😭💖

and amg for Jisoo’s (I’m so sorry this ask is so long 🤡) 😭😭😭 I would consume any Jisoo content! Like he is 😔💖 the loml atm 😔💖✨⭐️❤️‍🔥 sunday darling rain is fallin man vibes whoo-hoo~ 💓❣️💗💕💖💘💓💘💞💖❤️‍🩹💝 I would go through many lifetimes fics with him. So when I read— amg I think I read the double texting first? and then I saw there was a Youtuber au for Shua and immediately went YES.

When I read his I was bopping bc amg yes my boy! would be like those 2013—2016 cover artists on YT like he gives me those vibes 🥺 also it didn’t help that I was so obsessed with covertube back in the day I followed Alex Goot and his friends and listened to their covers often and the plot of bumping into each other at a wedding and becoming his guitar student is so cute too? like idk idk I’m probably just whipped for a one Joshua Hong but goodness! I would go to guitar for him! 🥺 I can see this becoming a short film 😭 like those cornetto shorts or webseries on YT hahaha!

then after that, I went through the rest of your Youtuber AU (and your masterlist 😭 can I just say the fight and the taking off promise ring hurt me so bad? like amg 🥺) — and had to grip my heart over them 😭 Jihooney’s made me smile like mad and Cheol’s was so cute too brb crying 😭 and Hoshi horang’s was so funny like the whole my fave youtuber is my new neighbor now like it was so romcom-esque I felt like this entire tag treated my rom-com loving self so well 😭💓

👉🏻👈🏻 amg if you see me in your notifs I’m perhaps going through your masterlist bc I enjoy reading your fics so much 😭 I can’t speak for every single one or else this ask might get way too long than how it already is but I really really enjoy them 🥺💖 especially the bullet point fics 😂 thank you for sharing so much of them with us 💖💖 and it makes me love Seventeen even more ☺️✨

i read your message multiple times as soon as i got it, and it actually made me get out of bed at a reasonable time so that i can reply haha thank you so much for your excitement!! reblogs/fic recs are so, so, so important for this reason. likes are nice, but reblogs help so much more. the fact that you saw a 2016 story of mine in 2022 is proof of that! i started my youtuber!aus in 2015, and they hold a special place in my heart.

honestly, i've been feeling kind of down about my writing lately, but getting affirmations like these - and the kind words you put in the reblogs - makes my week. yes, at the end of the day, i'm writing mostly for myself and my satisfaction, but because so many of my posts these days are (free) requests, it makes me sad when it seems like they're not enough, y'know? thank you so much for your reblogs and enjoy reading through the rest of my posts!! there's a lot haha

#katalk #fabulaee.reply #mutuals #chia!!

[ujimoo]

Mr Lawyer | ljh | 2

synopsis: it’s been almost a year since your best friend and roomate went missing and you’re determinded to find out what happened.

wc: 4747

pairing: lee jihoon x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

includes: laywer!jihoon, best friend!chan, strangers to lovers. (slightly guest teacher to lovers? idk) mentions of svt members and bts members.

a.n. Hi, sorry it’s been a while. I hope you enjoy this next part of Mr Lawyer! this was written mostly in 2018 and hasn’t been edited much, but I still hope you enjoy.

a.a.n. if at any point the reader is knowledged as SoYeon, it’s because that was the originals character name and i’ve missed it whilst editing.

WARNINGS: mentions of murder, kidnapping, blood, gore.

One | Two | Three  (main svt masterlist)

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- Hoseok again at the office. It's been two days since jihoon started his week at the university, Y/N hasn't been to any of his lessons. 

- Hoseok has been going through the case as Jihoon is teaching. 

- Once he has finished with ChaeMin's case he moves on to the next victim Kim Mina. 

- As he's going through the case, he's noting things down on a notebook. 

- It wasn't long before Jihoon entered the room and threw his briefcase onto the table. 

- "Wow, you okay there?" Hoseok asks, and Jihoon shrugs. 

- "I'm annoyed"

- "Why?"

- "Because y/n hasn't been going to class, I think I'm the reason why" jihoon confesses, letting out a sigh. 

- "Why would you be the reason why she isn't going to class?" 

- "Because when I talked to Seungcheol's brother on the first day he said she was okay until something happened and I was the person she talked to last before class" Hoseok watches him silently. Jihoon ran a hand through his hair. 

- "It's probably something else, don't let yourself get too worked up over it" Hoseok says, passing him one of the case files. "Anyways, since when have you been worried about what people are doing" 

- Jihoon sends Hoseok a look, making Hoseok sigh and rephrase his question. 

- "Fine, let me rephrase, since when have you cared about uni students attending class or not? Especially caring if it's y/n" Jihoon shrugs, flipping open the case file. 

- "I don't know, it just bugs me that the cause of it might be me" 

- "Well I'm sure she's fine, maybe she's just ill or something" Hoseok says, turning his attention away from jihoon. 

- "Mhm, maybe"

- another time again in y/n's apartment. Chan is there too, but outside in the hallway as y/n isn't letting anyone in.

- "You need to go to lesson, I can't keep writing you notes" Chan explains, letting out a sigh. 

- "I know, I'm sorry Chan"

- "Look, i know it's almost been a year since SeongHee disappeared, but can you please come out of your room and see some sunlight" Chan begged, as he learnt up against the door. 

- After a moment of silence, Chan lets out another sigh. 

- "Look, Minji has been moved out for a while, you don't need to be here alone" 

- Chan is met by more silence. 

- "Just open the door" 

- The silence is broke by the small click of the door unlocking. Chan smiled to himself, taking hold of the door handle and opening it. 

- Chan noticed y/n entering her bedroom and he quickly followed. He was met with y/n wrapping herself up in her blankets and sitting down on her bed. 

- "I miss her" y/n can only say, before tears spill from her eyes. 

- Chan rushes over to her and wraps her in a hug. 

- "I know you do" he whispers, trying his best to comfort her. 

- After some time, she calms down as does her cries. 

- She pulls away from Chan, unwrapping herself from the blankets. 

- "Thank you Chan" 

- "It's okay y/n, don't worry about it" 

- y/n turns to Chan, a small smile on her face. 

- "How about we go out and get some ramen?" y/n suggests, making Chan nod. 

- "Sure!" He lets out a laugh, before getting up and stretching his arms out around him. "I'm pretty sure you owe me some beef ramen anyways" y/n laughs too, nodding her head.

- "That i do"

- So they've gone off to the supermarket to go and get beef ramen. The supermarket with the best beef ramen is a bit further away, but it's worth it as Chan puts it. 

- By the time they went out, it was already starting to get dark. Cold too at that. 

- So they walk to the supermarket, laughing and making jokes the whole time. 

- Once they get there, they go inside and b-line to the ramen section. As Chan was looking through the beef ramen, noting all the different kinds of beef ramen there was. y/n laughs, rolling her eyes.

- "Just pick me up a Plan beef ramen packet please, I'm going to go look for a drink" Chan Just waves her off, his gaze still locked with the beef ramen. 

- y/n laughs to herself as she walks over to the drink section. 

- Looking over the drinks, she lets out a sigh when she sees SeongHee's favourite kind. A small frown appears on her face, before he randomly picks up a bottle of soda. 

- Turning around suddenly, she squeaks as she's met with someone standing behind her. Looking up she sees Jihoon. 

- Her eyes widen and he smirks down at her slightly. 

- "So you're okay to go to the supermarket, but not to class? Hmm, strange" he says sarcastically, making her take a deep breath and looking down. 

- "Look, i don't know what's going on right now for you, but you can't let it stop you from going to class" y/n stays silent, nodding her head. 

- 'Why did he have to show up here of all places?! Especially now?!'

- "y/n," he starts, but she's still looking down. He lets out a frustrated sigh before using his finger to make her look up at him. "Speak, use your words" 

- "U-Uh, sorry, I'll be in class tomorrow" Jihoon nods, and hums. 

- "Good" they stood still for a moment, when Jihoon finally realised she wasn't wearing a jacket. 

- "Why aren't you wearing a jacket? It's become like -2° outside!" y/n blinks for a moment, looking down again.

- "I didn't think I'd need it" 

- Jihoon lets out a tsk, taking off his work jacket and placing it around her shoulders. Raising an eyebrow, y/n sends him a look. 

- "What are you doing? Don't you find me annoying?" 

- "Just because you can be annoying sometimes doesn't mean I want you to freeze" Jihoon huffs with a straight face. 

- "I can't tell if that's a compliment or a diss" 

- He chuckles slightly, patting her head. 

- "Don't think too much into it" 

- She sends him back a look, like she was trying to figure him out. 

- Jihoon looked behind her, before leaning over slightly and picking up a soda for himself. 

- "I'll see you in class tomorrow" he mumbles, before walking away. y/n only hums, her eyes locked in the direction he went. 

- Shaking her head and snapping out of her gaze. Her eyes widen. 

- "What was that?" She mumbles to herself. Her eyes widen once she remembers Chan, still at the ramen section. 

- Rushing over, she lets out a giggle when she notices Chan still in depth of the beef ramen. Chan is still mumbling to himself. 

- "Ooo spicy beef, but then there's also sweet beef" 

- {{ With jihoon }}

- He gets back into the office, throwing a bag of crisps as well as a sandwich in Hoseok's direction. 

- Hoseok looks up and raises an eyebrow when he notices jihoon without his jacket. 

- "Didn't you leave wearing a jacket?" Jihoon hums.

- "Oh did I?" He goes and sits down at his desk, placing the soda onto it. 

- "You're acting weird jihoon" Hoseok says, and jihoon laughs. 

- "It's nothing Hoseok, lets just get back to work" Hoseok lets out a sigh, but still complies to what jihoon says before going back to the case file. 

- Jihoon sits quietly, letting out a breath, and bringing his hands up and rubbing his arms to combat the cold he felt.

- back with y/n and Chan at her apartment 

- "Maybe it's because of the beef ramen, but I don't remember you going to the supermarket wearing a jacket" Chan starts, semi-induced beef ramen coma. "But then you come back from supposing getting a drink and boom, you have a jacket now you tell me where things don't add up" 

- y/n shrugs, sipping at her soda. 

- "I don't know what you're on about" she sinks herself deeper into the jacket {which she was still wearing} to try and hide herself. 

- "Bullshit you don't know I'm on about, who did you see to give you that jacket?" Chan stares at her for a bit, thinking to himself. "Wait-..."

- "Wait what?" y/n asks, raising her eyebrow, questioning him. 

- "Did you get it from Jihoon?"

- "No"

- "Your blush says otherwise" 

- y/n lets out a huff, rolling her eyes. 

- "Shut up"

- "So it was him"

- "I never said it was him!"

- "But you never said it wasn't" 

- y/n rolls her eyes again, sipping at the soda, feeling her cheeks get hotter. 

- "I don't get you two, first you don't go to lesson because of him and now he's giving you his jacket?"

- "I don't get him either" y/n mumbles. 

- "So you are going to go to class tomorrow right?" Chan asks, y/n hums and nods her head. 

- "I'm gonna have to, I told him I would plus I need to give his jacket back" 

- "What if he says you can keep it?" Chan bursts into laughter as y/n gasps at him. 

- "Oh my gosh, shut up, he won't say that" 

- "You wouldn't want him to say that?" Chan asks, "I mean you do look quite comfortable there in his jacket" 

- "You're such an asshole" 

- "But you're still wearing the jacket"

- "Oh my gosh" y/n rolls her eyes, taking off the jacket.

- the next day 

- y/n wakes up earlier for some reason, has time and gets ready in some more nicer looking clothes instead of wearing her usual leggings and oversized top for class. 

- Picking up her bag, putting it over her shoulder, she picks up Jihoon coat that was lead on the back of the couch. 

- Exiting her apartment and closing the door behind her, she starts her day of classes. 

- Still having extra time, she decides to go get a drink from one of the cafes on campus. Ordering a plain warm drink, she leaves the cafe after she receives it and makes her way to class. 

- Since it was still a bit early and there was luckily no class in the room before her class, she entered the classroom early and went to her seat. 

- Putting Jihoon's jacket over the back of her chair, she gets out her papers and things she needed for lesson. 

- Going over the notes Chan has thankfully written for her so she wouldn't be behind on what she had missed for the past two lessons. 

- "Nice to see you listened" a voice came into the door, making her jump. 

- Looking up she saw Jihoon with a cheeky smile standing at his desk. 

- No one else was still there yet. 

- "Hmm, that I did" y/n laughs, before standing up and picking up Jihoon's jacket. 

- Carefully walking down the steps, y/n holds up his jacket. It takes her a moment before she speaks. 

- "Thank you for letting me borrow it yesterday" jihoon chuckles. 

- "It's okay" 

- Jihoon goes to take the jacket, and his hand stays where hers is. So there's just there looking at each other with smiles, hands slightly touching. 

- What breaks their 'moment' is the buzz of y/n's phone on her desk. It buzzes until it falls off the table. 

- As soon as they realise it stops buzzing. 

- "Uh- sorry" y/n laughs awkwardly, going back to her seat and picking up her phone to see a series of messages all coming from Chan. 

- Chan: omg, what's going on in there? 

- Chan: you guys are seriously just looking at each other? Don't you have anything better to do?

- Chan: y/n?? 

- Chan: I still don't get you two... 

- Chan: OHMYGOSH Y/N?!

- y/n sits there silently, her cheeks starting to feel hot. Her eyes go to the closed classroom door and Chan is outside with a slightly shocked?? Expression. 

- Quickly getting up, y/n rushes down the steps and to the door. 

- "Are you okay?" Jihoon tries to ask, but she's already out of the door and it's closed behind her. 

- Jihoon sends a look of confusion to the door before getting up and following after her. 

- Opening the door and looking around to the hallway, he's met with nothing but with how empty it was. 

- "What the hell?" He more or less asks himself, before shaking his head and going back into the classroom and closing the door behind him. 

- y/n lets out the breath she was holding from down the hallway once she hears the door close.

- Chan is just staring at her with an unamused look.

- "Is there something going on that I don't know about?" y/n instantly shakes her head. 

- "If there is, then it's news to me too" 

- Chan continues to look at her with an unamused look. 

- y/n sends him a look, he lets out a sigh. 

- "Just don't do anything to get yourself hurt, especially regarding what's already happening" y/n giggles, tilting her head as looks at Chan. 

- "Awe Channie, you worried about me?"

- He lets out a frustrated huff, rolling his eyes. 

- "Of course I am, now stop to think before you start doing something stupid"

- "I won't do anything stupid, I promise" 

- "You bloody better keep that promise" y/n stays silent, nodding her head. 

- A promise she may not be able to fully commit to, but she would try her hardest. 

- She lets out a sigh, looking to the floor.

- "We better get back before lesson starts"

- When they go back to class, only a few people have turned up and Jihoon sends y/n a look asking if everything's okay and she just nods.

- Later that day. 

- Lessons are over, Chan had to leave earlier to go see his brother. y/n is left at the uni alone, writing down some notes about her last class. 

- Finishing her notes, she packs up her things and leaves the library, making her way to the main entrance of the uni. 

- She rolls her eyes and groans to herself when she notices it's raining heavily outside. 

- "Great, just great" she mumbles to herself. 

- So she decides she's just going to have to wait until the rain lets up, or at least gets as less heavy. 

- She messes around on her phone for about ten minutes before her attention gets grabbed away. 

- "You don't have a jacket again?" 

- Lee Jihoon. 

- y/n opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He tsks, shaking his head. 

- "Come on, I'll give you a lift home, this rain isn't going to let up soon" 

- "W-Wait, you don't have to do that I can-..." 

- "If you say anything about waiting I will drag you to the car myself" he sends her a stern look, before she takes in a deep breath and nods. Following quickly after him.

- Before they walk out the door, jihoon passes back the jacket.

- "Put this on" silently she does as she's told. "Okay, On 3-2-1" 

- "Huh?" Before she can even question, he counts down and grabs onto her hand, rushing off into the rain and over to his car. 

- It's like a flash before they get into the car. 

- They both sit there trying to catch their breath, after a moment they look to each other and burst into a fit of laughter. 

- "You have a bit by there" y/n points to the raindrops rolling down his face as she laughs. 

- "Oh and you have a bit by there" he says pointing to her own. 

- They continue to laugh and jihoon turns on the car. 

- "Now lets get you home" Jihoon mumbles 

- "Don't you need to know where I live first?" y/n laughs, continuing to look at him. 

- He clicks his fingers, making a face to himself. 

- "That would help wouldn't it"

- "It would help a lot yeah" 

- So she tells him her address and he just sits there thinking to himself for a moment. 

- "Are you okay?" y/n asks and he quickly nods his head. 

- "Ah yeah, I'm sorry" he laughs awkwardly "it's just something about that address seems familiar for some reason" 

- y/n's eyes widen before she quickly recovers herself and nods her head slightly. 

- "Ah, I wonder why" 

- She knows why. 

- Because that's where SeongHee lives-lived?- with her as well as with minji. And if it was true that he was the lawyer for this case, then he would find out about seonghee sooner or later and that meant he would find out about her too. 

- It's not like she had done anything to find out more about the case- yet. He couldn't hate her or trust her any less than he could right now right? 

- y/n let out a sigh, coming back to the real world, Jihoon was partly still in his own world too. 

- "Are you going to take me home?" y/n asks, making him too come back to the real world. 

- He nods his head staying silent as he begins to drive the car. 

- The rain hit the windows in a sort of peaceful embrace. y/n lets out a sigh, plugging her earphones into the phone and putting them on. 

- Clicking shuffle, she lets out another sigh at the song that had started playing; 

- It's you; Henry. (I really enjoyed this song atm, it was a jam)

- Closing her eyes as she rests her head against the window, she stays silent listening to the words. 

- Jihoon kept the words to himself, occasionally glancing over to her. He could hear the faint lyrics to the song playing. 

- Shaking his head to himself to keep focused, his eyes stay on the road.

- 'You're the right time at the right moment You're the sunlight keeps my heart going 

Know when I'm with you 

Can't keep myself from falling 

Right time at the right moment 

It's you You, it's you You, it's you'

- Later that day, after y/n has been home for a while. 

- She's sitting there in the living room alone and in the quiet. She's just kind of staring at the wall as she thinks to herself. 

- Letting out a huff, she gets up from out of her seat. She quickly grabs her keys and Jihoon's jacket which was hanging up beside the door before leaving the apartment. 

- With Jihoon 

- Jihoon is back at the office with hoseok. 

- Jihoon is kinda keeping to himself, half lost in thought. Hoseok notices almost instantly and watches him for a bit before he mentions anything. 

- "Jihoon what's up?" He asks, bringing jihoon back to reality.

- "Huh?"

- "You've been zoned out since you got here" Jihoon lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. 

- Jihoon runs a hand through his hair, before speaking. 

- "It's just something that was said today-..." jihoon got cut off.

- "By y/n?" Jihoon goes to speak before closing his mouth again. 

- "Maybe" he mumbles, before continuing "the address she told me where she lived- and before you ask I was only dropping her home because of the storm" he clarified once he saw Hoseok's smirk "and I can't help but think it sounds so familiar and I have no idea why" 

- "What's her address?"

- Jihoon tells him, and Hoseok sends him a look. 

- "Wait, that does sound familiar"

- "See and now since you said that too I'm trying to figure out why" 

- Hoseok leans over his desk, pulls up a case file and flips it open. 

- "Oh my god" Hoseok says gasping at the content. 

- "What? What is it?" 

- Hoseok says nothing, but passes him the case file. 

- "Suspected victim, Kim SeongHee resident of _______, Seoul, South Korea. Missing since October 2017, presumed dead" Jihoon reads puts, gasping. He looks up and matches Hoseok's look.

- "That means she must know SeongHee personally, or at least know of her" jihoon stays silent, thinking to himself. 

- "You don't think she's trying to get information out of us do you?" Jihoon asks suddenly, looking up at Hoseok. 

- Hoseok shakes his head. 

- "She hasn't even tried to ask for information or well she hasn't tried yet and either way it hasn't been announced yet that we're the lawyers on the case" 

- "Should I go talk to her about it?"

- Hoseok shakes his head again.

- "No, not yet, be smart about it, see if she does anything or asks about anything" 

- "Okay"

- unknown to jihoon and Hoseok, but y/n's been doing her own case on SeongHee's disappearance since she first met Namjoon. 

- There's not a lot she could get without police clearance, but she still tries her best. 

- She knows a man did it. 

- Has been to places where seonghee usually went, and the last places she could have been. 

- Chan knows partly about this, but thinks it's only to get her mind off of things whilst she greaves. 

- She can't sit at home doing nothing, so when she takes her keys and jihoon jacket she goes out to see what more she can find out. 

- She goes to the place SeongHee works -again- they moan and complain that she keeps coming back and is asking questions.

- "Look, I've told you the first time you've been here and how ever many times you've been here since then, but we know nothing about what happened to Seonghee, we don't know where she is, we don't know who took her, but we can tell you that if you keep coming here and disturbing the peace we will get you arrested" the manger keeps on. 

- "Well if you want me to leave so badly then just show me the security tapes!"

- "You're not a police officer nor do you have a warrant so no" 

- "Then I'll just keep coming back until you let me" manger is pissed.

- "You know what!"

- He calls the police, and she gets arrested. 

- For some reason the own doesn't mention why she's there; doesn't want a bad rep, but still explains she's disturbing the peace and refuses to leave. 

- She's sitting in the cell in the police department and SeokJin shows up.

- He had a call from Namjoon, who had noticed her when he came in. 

- She doesn't know it's SeokJin until she's let go and he's there. 

- "What do you think you're doing?" He scolds her, dragging her out by her arm. 

- "Ow, Jin Jin, let go" 

- "Aish, you've even lost your respect" Soyeon lets out a sigh. 

- "Ya! SeokJin!" She cries, forcefully pulling her arm away from him. "Stop It"

- Before he can even try to reply, she rushes off. SeokJin gasps to himself, shaking his head.

- "Ya! y/l/n y/n!" He follows after her.

- Chan is at y/n's, but there's no answer. He's waiting outside her apartment.

- Has tried to message her, but nothing. Tried to call her too, but he can hear her ringtone from inside her apartment. 

- He waited for a bit, to see if she was in there, but was too busy to hear him, but no. 

- He actually waits there for about twenty minutes before he starts to lowkey- highkey- starts to panic. 

- So he gets his phone out and begins to call his brother. Choi Seungcheol. 

- He doesn't pick up, Chan groans to himself and hangs up the phone. 

- He thinks to himself for a while, before doing an Internet search for Jihoon's number. 

- "I can't believe I'm doing this" he clicks call and lets out a sigh when he hears the phone ringing. 

- "Hello?" Jihoon's voice cracks from the other side. 

- "Lee Jihoon?" 

- "Chan?! How did you get my number?" 

- "I googled it, it's not that hard" jihoon let out a sigh, shaking his head. 

- "What do you want?"

- "Well that's the thing..."

- "What is it Chan?"

- "I'm at y/n's apartment and She's not here" 

- "Then she's obviously busy, just give her a call" Chan groans, rolling his eyes. 

- "You don't think I've tried that, her phone is here yet she isn't so you tell me what to do" 

- "I'm sure she's just gone to the shops or something calm down, you really didn't need to search my number up on the internet" 

- Chan scoffs, rolling his eyes once more. 

- "This was stupid, sorry i-..." he pauses when he hears SoYeon's voice coming from down the hallway. "y/n" He whispers, but it's enough for Jihoon to hear. 

- "Chan? Chan? What's go-..." Chan hangs up when he hears more of y/n's voice. 

- "Seriously Jin, Just leave already" She steams, she's clearly annoyed. 

- "No! Not when you're out being stupid!" Jin replies. 

- "y/n!" Chan calls out, catching her attention as they walk closer to her apartment. 

- "Chan!" 

- "Where have you been? I've been worried"

- "How long have you been here?" 

- "Uh- half an hour?" Chan says more like a question. 

- y/n lets out a sigh, running a hand through her hair. 

- Chan and SeokJin know each other obviously so they kind of just nod at each other. 

- "Where have you been?"

- "Out being stupid" SeokJin responds, for y/n to groan in annoyance. 

- "What did you do?" 

- "She got herself arrested" 

- "y/n!" Chan gasps, y/n rolls her eyes. Scoffing to herself.

- "So you two are teaming up on me now?"

- "I told you not to go out and make stupid decisions!" Chan says and y/n just shrugs

- "Look y/n I know it's hurting you, it's hurting me too, but you need to chill on finding out where seonghee is"

- "You're serious about doing the case to find her?!" Chan asks, and y/n sends him a look. 

- "Of course I'm serious, why wouldn't I be serious?!"

- "Because I thought it would be something to get your mind off of it whilst you greave, but you can't be going out and being stupid and getting yourself arrested!" 

- "Look, if you're both going to gang up on me then you can both leave because I don't want to hear it"

- "y/l/n/ y/n, stop with this all you can't afford to be acting stupid right now"

- y/n scoffs at SeokJin. 

- "And what do you want me to do?! Just give up looking for my best friend?! Your sister!"

- "You don't think I don't want to find her either? Because trust me I'd do anything to know where she is, but he isn't talking so we just have to work with what we got"

- "Yeah, it really looks like you're trying your best here" y/n says sarcastically, all her effort drained. 

- Unlocking the door to her apartment, she doesn't bother to turn around. 

- "Just leave me alone, I understand where you guys are at" 

- She enters her apartment and closes the door behind her, locking it up.

- Chan and SeokJin are there staring at the door in silence. They share a look, Chan letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. 

- "Let's just leave, there's no use trying to talk to her when she's in this mood" Jin says, patting Chan's shoulder.

- So they leave.

- y/n throws Jihoon's jacket onto the couch in anger, before letting out a frustrated scream. 

- She's so frustrated she begins to feel tears leave her eyes.

- After a few moments, there's a knock at the door. 

- Soyeon automatically thinks it's Jin.

- "SeokJin I swear to god" soyeon unlocks it "Just leave already" opens the door and is shocked when she's faced with jihoon. 

- "I guess I'll leave then..." he kind of mumbles, but as he turns to walk away, soyeon rushes forwards and wraps her arms around his waist, letting out a sob. 

- "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else" 

- Jihoon lets out a sigh, turning himself around whilst her arms are still around him and wraps her in a hug. 

- "What's wrong, what's happened?" 

- y/n cant reply as she sobs, clutching at him tighter. Jihoon just sighs, resting his chin on top of her head as he waits for her to calm down. 

- She does after a bit of time and jihoon convinces her for them to go inside. 

- He sees his jacket on the couch where she's thrown it and makes a joke.

- "You could have treated my jacket better" his joke doesn't really work as she starts to tear up again. He curses at himself, and hugs her again. "I'm sorry I'm sorry it was a bad joke" 

- Jihoon lets out a sigh, not really knowing what to do. 

- "What's happened? I had a call from Chan he wa-..."

- "Chan called you?!" y/n pushes him away slightly, but their arms are still on each other. 

- "Uh yeah, he was worried because you weren't here and he called me because he found my number on the Internet" y/n stays silent as he speaks. "So what's going on?" 

- Soyeon sighs, resting her head against his chest. No energy to even move away from him. 

- "It's nothing" lies. 

- "Are you sure?"

- "Yeah, I'm sure" more lies. 

- So they just wind up staying there, arms around each other in a comforting hug. 

- For some reason, to the both of them, it didn't feel weird.

---

a.n. i hope you enjoyed this part! The next part will be out soon<3

#mr lawyer: svt #lee jihoon #woozi #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #seventeen woozi #seventeen bullet point post #seventeen imagines #woozi fluff #woozi angst #seventeen au #svt au #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt angst #svt scenarios #svt imagines #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #wonwoo #hoshi #mingyu #the8

[wwounu]

mini mafia!seventeen intro

↻ masterlist — s.coups￤yoon￤hong￤wen￤hoshi￤jeon￤woozi￤dk￤kim￤xu￤boo￤chwe￤lee

note: just a snippet of a thing from my notes, and looking at them i thought it’d be fun to share this all with you~

vows kept in the form of rings which they wear at all times during jobs

identifiable by their rings, so in daylight theyre worn as necklaces

everyone knows about seventeen, but they dont know how many work for seventeen, let alone who they are

becomes confusing when rumours arise — numbers, last names, code names, all that nonsense

one thing’s for sure: scoups is definitely the leader

yet a member can lead the group depending on the scenario if it fits their knowledge on a topic

they go by last names to each other except for unit leaders

for their outer connections, theyre known by their ‘numbers’

The three units include:

Homicida/Homicidium (HH) Unit: scoups, jeon, kim and chwe

Perficio (P) Unit: hoshi, wen, xu and lee

Venor (V) Unit: woozi, yoon, hong, dk and boo

Venor Unit, led by woozi, establish the group’s work by going to social events to pick up news and invites to places

when theyre with seventeen, they spread out and socialise, getting more insight on their mission, but also have to also watch out for anything suspicious going on — which they then report everyone about it

with riskier jobs, they usually leave halfway so they wont be in danger and can do the undercover work in their car for Homicida Unit to do their part

likely the most manipulative bunch you have ever met, despite their image

scoups leads Homicida/Homicidium Unit, who specialise in the main event of their job: killing

does all the dirty work and are informed about who to target by Venor Unit whilst Perficio Unit give an extra hand to them

the longest and most tiring process of it all, but something about turning animalistic brings a thrill to them

always makes sure to let their enemies see their faces in their dying moment

Perficio Unit is shockingly led by hoshi and is by far the most insane unit with their leader

known for their lookout skills and their method of getting rid of evidence

are normally ‘hidden’ in their jobs as theyre light on their feet (maybe not so much for wen though) and can find their way to break in and watch the whole scene from above to alert their group

does the final touches of finishing the job, but also gives the responsibility to kill anyone who *they* like, which isnt particularly pretty

dont let me get started on interrogations either

this is what seventeen’s usual formation looks like, however they switch it up with the vast skills of the members and to not let their technique be found out

however smaller teams in the group help the group’s strategy too

the teams being: Basilicus Unit, A Team, Leaders, Iuventus

Basilicus (BSS) Unit — dk, hoshi and boo — are seventeen’s plan B to distract their targets

chemistry is flawless, can attract anyone’s attention even without trying

although seventeen rarely want to use them as it’ll reveal their identities as members of seventeen and be a major target

A Team — yoon, hoshi and jeon — which is the lookout team

quarrel over who is the leader of the team most of the time

rarely are seen together due to their schedules, mainly yoon, so arent really considered as a team but work together well when they can be bothered

Leaders — scoups, hoshi and woozi — are... well, Leaders

dk was offered to be added in too but didnt want to handle all the pressure

to be honest, those three alone could get any job done

enough said

Iuventus — boo, chwe and lee — is the younger gen. of Leaders

... safe to say theyre still in development

a bit of a mess but they’ll get there once they stop goofing around and spiking member’s drinks (boo), setting fires to things (chwe), or planning everyone’s ‘‘‘accidental’’’ death rather than focusing on real problem the team is discussing (LEE)

seventeen only lets them off because they still have life to live

and of course, people to kill

[ Latin Translations(-ish) — VENOR: to hunt | HOMICIDIA/HOMICIDIUM: murder | PERFICIO: to finish/complete | BASILICUS: king’s throw; best throw in dice | IUVENTUS: youth ]

“A complete bond has formed leading us to our brightest moment.”

#so should this be a thing? #this au isnt my usual style nor is this writing style #i cannot do bullet point scenarios to save my life #but fun fact this is how i plan out all my aus #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen mafia au #scoups #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #hoshi #soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #jihoon #mingyu #seokmin #dokyeom #minghao #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #hansol #chan #dino #lucet iaspis au

[someonexsomeone]

wizard!Soonyoung

soonyoung was never one to play by the rules

although his parents warned him not to show his powers to anyone, he couldn’t help it

he was a real life superhero! why wouldn’t he show people?

he also had a little trouble controlling them

because his parents couldn’t help him all the time, and he wasn’t allowed to practice in public, his powers were coming out as bursts of emotion

thankfully he was getting stopped before anything too bad could happen, but his parents were beginning to get worried

what would happen if he was noticed? or if he hurt someone?

they were especially worried about you, the little girl next door

soonyoung was with you more often than not, playing or walking to school together

you were quieter than he was

i mean who isnt

but seemed to keep up with him no problem

and you were none the wiser to his powers

soonyoung told you every day that he was magical and had superpowers

“but they’re a secret” he would say “i can’t tell you or else ill be in trouble”

“but i promise i won’t tell anyone! promise!”

he would just laugh and shake his head, taking your hand to drag you towards class

but there was always a nagging in the back of your head that something was truthful about what he was saying

but that is nonsense right? no way is this hyper boy magical

magic only existed in stories right?

then one night

it had been several years since your youthful days with soonyoung

several years older, he still told you he was magical despite being in sixth grade and being much too old to believe in that anymore

you were outside on your porch, looking up at the stars

they were incredibly beautiful tonight, brighter than you had ever seen

tonight was supposed to be an eclipse and you wanted to see it

you eyes were focused on the sky, glued to the moon just as it started

but almost as soon as the moon was beginning to change color, a scream irrupted from next door

soonyoung was on the floor of his living room, holding his head

all around his objects began to move, whipping around

lamps were thrown against the wall, the couch was flipped over, and pictures swirled like a vortex around him

his parents were at the entrance, trying in vain to get to him

he had never been effect this bad from the lunar eclipse before, so they had no idea what was triggering it now

and thats what you saw as you ran into the house

“soonyoung!”

soonyoung looked up just in time to see you get swept off your feet, crashing into the rubble that surrounded him

“no!”

in an instant the force stopped, but it was too late

you laid motionless on the floor

his mother rushed towards you

while his father gathered soonyoung in his arms

soonyoung kept trying to rush towards you, but his father held him back

worried he might do something triggered by his emotion

in an instant, soonyoung was gone, transported to his uncles farmhouse

where he would stay until he was able to control his powers

for years soonyoung trained, working to make sure nothing happened like that night again

his uncle nicknamed him Hoshi, for his connection to the sky and stars

that fateful night, as it turns out, was his presentation

just as his mother presented towards the water, and his father the soil

the lunar eclipse triggered his powers, unlocking them early

despite knowing that the accident was just that, an accident, soonyoung vowed to never let his powers get control of his again

so he trained, and trained, until he was able to laugh without unintentionally throwing his bagel across the room

or get upset without flooding the bathroom

instead of fearing the dazzling light that came from his fingertips, like a ray of constellations, he learned to understand it

he convinced himself to distance himself from his old house until he was 100% in control at all times

but then his mother fell ill

nothing too serious, but she was rushed to the hospital then promptly put on bed rest

although she had called him right away to say she was okay

soonyoung had to see her, just to make sure

so he found himself in front of his house, over night bag in hand, ready to go back into the room that changed his life

but before he could put his key in the front door, it opened

and you were there

soonyoung nearly fell over in shock, his mouth dropping

it had been so many years since he’d seen you

the little girl he grew up with was standing in front of his again, but it was so so different

yes, because you both had aged and matured

but because everything was different now

the unanswered questions of that night bounced between your two still bodies in between the silence

did you remember?

were your hurt?

did you hate him?

soonyoung opened his mouth, apology on the tip of his tongue

but before he could say anything

you were in his arms

your face was burried in his sweater, his scent completely surrounding you

it had been years since you had hugged him, and you missed his hugs so much

“i missed you”

soonyoung was speechless

after everything - keeping his secret from you, hurting you, vanishing without saying goodbye - you were forgiving him?

before he could return the hug you pulled back

then promptly punched him in the chest

“ow! what was that for?”

“that’s for ditching me you, big jerk. I’m fine by the way.”

He just smiled at you, pulling you into another hug

you couldn’t help but laugh

soonyoung was finally back

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