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aemiron-main · 11 months

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I adore your artstyle. I feel like I'm never happy with my own cause it looks so boring and unstylized. Got any good tips?

AHHH THANK YOU ANON!! <<333

And believe me, I’ve been in your shoes. Seriously. Even now, I still have 26474885 new things I want to try with my art and things I want to change. But I DO have some tips for you- hopefully theyre good tips!

So, I think one of the key things is looking at other artists and pulling their art apart.

Practice and spending the time actually creating art is important, but I’d argue that spending time analyzing art is equally important. I spend a lot of time looking at art, and then instead of just staring at it, I try and figure out what EXACT elements of it that I want to incorporate into my own work. For example, if I like the way somebody does lineart, and the way another person does their rendering, I’ll try and figure out how they did it & why I like it & try to combine it with the way another artist does rendering or lines/the way I want to do them. I spend a LOT of time pulling at apart, seriously. I send various pieces to my own private discord server channel & literally talk to myself about them and what exactly I like about them and how EXACTLY I want to change my own work. I do probably as much typing as I do drawing when it comes to art.

Also, a good question to ask yourself when you see a piece of art you like is “I like this art, BUT- do I want my art to look like this?”. There’s artists whose styles I ADORE, but I don’t want my art to look like theirs- for example, I love looking at people with super heavily stylized art with only flat colouring & no rendering, but it’s not how I want my art to look & isn’t the type of art that I enjoy creating.

So, being able to pull apart various pieces and go “okay, WHY do I like this piece and DO i want MY art to look like this?” is something that’s definitely helped me.

I also think it’s super important to set actual, solid goals and figure out what you want your art to do.

What I mean when I say “figure out what you want your art to do,” is in terms of “okay, well, do you want everything more flat and visible with less rendering and less volume? or more rendering and more volume? Do you want to focus on design/concept work? Do you want to be able to do complex poses or complex lighting or both? What matters more to you- having a painting with dramatic, heavily contrasting lighting, or having a style where everything is easily visible & not obscured by shadow, or some combination of the two? Do you want to be good at drawing couples? Complex backgrounds? Both? HOW do you want to draw those couples and complex backgrounds? Lots of volume? Minimal volume? Focus on lighting? Focus on lines? Somewhere in between? tc"

Personally, I try and visualize it as a give and take situation/a sliding scale with tradeoffs when it comes to stylization. On one side of my scale, I’ve got super linework-focused, flat colours art that’s more focused on shape and less focused on volume and minimal lighting. On the opposite side, I’ve got super rendered, painterly art with complex lighting. And I’ve been trying to find an ideal combination of the two, and that’s where the tradeoffs I mentioned come in.

My work used to be even MORE linework heavy than it is now/flatter (which is great, just not the direction I wanted to personally keep going), and I had SO much trouble doing painting/rendering and it frustrated me and I couldnt figure out why. But then, I realized I had to make a tradeoff- my complex linework didn’t work well for heavily rendered styles, because the sketches/drawings/lines for paintings on that “super rendered basically no visible linework” side of the art scale are generally meant to be more for function rather than form.

My lines weren’t serving the function they needed to, they weren’t doing the heavy lifting that they needed to, so the rest of the painting would collapse & wouldn’t work and I would get frustrated as all hell when trying to paint.

What I mean when I talk about the lines doing heavy lifting is what I said earlier with the sketches in painterly styles generally being more function over form. I needed to think of my lines as supporting the painting and acting more as a *map* for things like the lighting (see: shadow mapping) & as using fewer lines to make room for more volume (the tradeoff). My lines weren't doing that, I wasn't really thinking about where I was putting them/how I was using them/how they interacted with other elements of the piece (such as the lighting & how that affects the way I do lines).

I also highly highly highly recommend the book/resource "anatomy for sculptors"- you can find a bunch of excerpts from it on pinterest/all over the internet, but it really is a phenomenal resource and a unique resource IMO because it does a really great job of demonstrating the link between the anatomy vs the planes of the face/shapes that make up that anatomy, and bridging the gap between 2D shapes and 3D forms.

Also, just some basic tips that help me in general: -Your areas of detail should also be your areas of high contrast. This sounds more complicated than it actually is, but basically, it doesn't matter how much detail you put in a low-contrast area of a painting, because it won't show up (because it's low contrast). So, keeping your high contrast areas as your detail areas is a good thing to keep in mind, esp when working on more complex paintings. -General proportion "rules". I try and keep in mind some general rough tips like "the eyes should have the width of one eye between them," and "the face should be roughly the sized of a splayed out hand".

-Straights vs curves. I think about the straight lines vs the curved lines a LOT in my art.

-What works for me may not work for you. Different people think differently. What works for other artists may not work for either or us. What works for other artists may work great for you but not for me.

Also, experiment with different brushes. They DO make a difference. No brush will fix a lack of understanding of the fundamentals, but a brush that works for you will make those fundamentals easier to learn/apply. Personally, I draw with a combination of the default photoshop pressure opacity tapered airbrush and one of Ruan Jia's free textured square brushes.

And also, experiment with overlay layers/all those different types of layer. Seriously, that was a gamechanger for me, especially in terms of stylization and giving more of my art that warm feeling/look that it has. My art actually usually starts out very cool toned and I slowly warm it up via colour changes and various yellow (or other colours) overlay/soft light etc layers.

And I don’t say any of this to box you in/overwhelm you, just to give you a list of things I wish I knew sooner.

Also, I think people focus too much on having one consistent style. I 10000% understand needing to have a consistent style for commission purposes, but as far as just developing your art goes. just experiment and figure out what you like and what works best and the style WILL come.

ANYWAY! Hope this helped, I'm like half awake rn so it's not as coherent as I'd like it to be.

#em talks about art #anons

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faegirly · 2 years

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hey man i recently watched arcane and omg i love it!! my pan heart cant take all these pretty boys and buff ladies bdbsbsbsns

i was wondering if u could do something with viktor? like some good ol touch starved yearning content? no rush or anything lmao ♡♡ ily

hello there Anne 💫 yaay! im so happy you got into and love Arcane! its honestly amazing and i couldnt be happier that you enjoy it too. and honestly... its really got me thinking about if i might be pan too 👀 but that's another conversation lol. and of course, anything for our best boy Viktor ✨ I hope you enjoy!

Just A Touch - Touch Starved Viktor x Gender Neutral Assistant Reader

The Hexcore throbbed and pulsed against the confines Viktor had been working on it within, struggling against his testing and hissing as he turned dials over and over. in the dim laboratory, the high ceiling catching the echoes of the subject's resistance and sending them back down to the scientist from the cool walls, surrounding him in a thin hurricane of metalic and organic sound. but Viktor kept his eyes fixed on the illuminated core, hardly blinking despite the dryness he was unfortunately getting used to in hopes of maybe figuring out how to make the Hexcore respond the way he wanted it to.

"Come on, you're meant to expand, not contract. Work with me here." the brown haired young man muttered under his breath, his accent turning harsh as his frustration rose.

he couldnt remember how many days it had been since he started his, now, 23rd attempt to make the Hexcore respond to organic matter in a productive and sustainable way, but every time he tried something new, a new rune combination, a new base for it to draw energy from, the result was the same. and as if in response to his encouragement, the Hexcore span and hissed again, relaxing back into a tightened state, the light eminating from within the crevaces dimming as if it were frowning at him.

"Stop it!" the scientist nearly snapped back, his eyes bagged but burning with fatigued determination. "I have been more than patient with you. The least you could do is take the samples I provide and grow with them, through them. not... suck them dry of all the nutrients and leave the husk behind."

and again, just as he settled to turn the large dial on his right 12 degrees more to the left, the Hexcore sputtered and turned, each row of runes recalibrating into a new combination before settling again, rendering Viktors current hypothesis null and void.

the burst of rage that rushed up through his blood was enough to make him kick away from the work bench with a stiff shout of "DAMMIT!" followed by strings of curses and damnations for the core that it wouldnt understand. it wasnt sentient like he was, or so he thought. but in his anger, bowing over to push his hands through his slightly greasy brown hair, the marrow deep ache in his spine making itself known once again, he was unaware of your presence entering the room.

"Viktor?" you called, pushing the heavy gold framed door of the Academy Laboratory open with your back and then started the long trek over to the main area.

when you got no response from the man you knew would always be there, you smiled and called again. "Viktor, I know you're here, and have been for nearly three full days now. Heirmerdinger is getting worried, and wanted me to check up on-" but your words were cut short when you finally rounded the pillar in the centre of the lab and spotted your studious colleague hunched over by his work bench, muttering to himself in a familiarly worrying way.

you quickened your pace til you reached Viktor's side, setting the tray of food down atop some of his papers before asking again, your voice softer now, "Viktor? It's me, I brought us something to eat."

nothing. the scientist seemed oblivious to the fact that you were in the room, let alone beside him. you sighed slow then crouched and said, "It's your favourite. I made it myself since I know youre not fond of how... sharp the chef here makes it usually. 'Takes away the organic flavour' you said." you chuckled a little, remembering how serious he'd been about it when he'd complained the first time, but when Viktor didnt look up again, you lifted a hand and gently placed it on his back, whispering now, "Viktor? You ok?"

immediately, Viktor sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth as his eyes shot up. he sat bolt upright, cheeks flushing as his gaze darted around the blurred room til he found you smiling and crouched at his side. he blinked absentmindedly at you for a moment, not sure why he'd reacted so strongly, but when you smiled a bit more and rubbed his back with your thumb-

that tremour of fluttering heat rushed through his skin once more, making his eyelids flicker with the shock of the sensation before he choked out, "O-oh, I- ahem, I'm.... s-sorry I didn't... I didn't hear you come in."

"It's alright," you grinned, standing and pulling your hand from his back as you continued, "I know you work hard but you gotta take a break every now and then, ok?"

"Y-yes, um..." Viktor's heart was crashing into his throat at a mile a minute, and while he couldnt understand why, he knew that the moment you pulled your hand from his back, a strange coldness replaced where your touch had been. it pushed a frown to his brow and guided his eyes to your hand as it moved with you. he couldn't look away.

sighing as you pulled up a chair beside him and set his bowl of hot soup before him, you carried on, "But like I was saying, Heirmerdinger was worried when you didnt come to give him a report about the progress with the Hexcore last night. Is everything ok?"

the brown haired scientist's eyes were glazed over with shock and confusion, so much so that the sudden appetite he'd felt for a second on smelling his favourite meal disappated as he muttered, his voice distant and light like he was talking in a trance, "... No.... nothing to report...."

Your eyebrows lifted as you took a mouthful of your own meal, the heat a much longed for relief in the cool room. "Nothing? Hm... I was hoping at least you got some results of note."

finally, Viktor's gleaming amber eyes lifted to your face, his sallow cheeks skill clinging to the ghost of the blush that had filled them not moments ago as he asked, "What... did you do?"

"Well, I was trying to follow your notes, the ones you copied down for me three days ago when you tried the core with those plants. I'd been in the greenhouse, trying all kinds of bases since, I thought, maybe that was the root of the issue of its rejection. Unfortunately no matter how many I tried, they'd all eventually-"

"No, that's... I'm not talking about the Hexcore." Viktor interrupted, blinking quickly down to his pale palms, pressing his thumb into them and shuddering an exhale.

a slight frown pressed into your forehead as you swallowed, setting your dinner aside to ask quietly, "What is it, Viktor?"

the sun was beginning to cast it's golden eye over the city of Piltover, it's clean rays resting on rooftops and cutting through the glass of the windows that turned the city into a shattered mirror, sending the burning light, not so different to that in Viktor's eyes, reflecting back up into the clouds above.

The muted thrum of the Hexgate sending another ship out of the city rumbled through the room as Viktor's blush darkened softly and he finally muttered, "...How long have I been in here?"

You checked your pocket watch and slowly sighed, "Three days and 15 hours... and counting."

Viktor stared at his hands as the Hexcore whirred behind him, then slowly reached over his shoulder til his fingertips grazed where you had touched him. when he tried to clear his throat, his breath caught but he ignored it to explain as succinctly as he could, "When you came in with the- with our food, you.... you touched me..."

before he could continue, your eyes blew wide, a tremour of regret spiralling down into your gut and pushing up a rushed spluttering apology of, "Oh I- Viktor, I'm sorry if that wasnt ok. I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable by-"

"Uncomfortable?" he glanced up at you, a curious eyebrow raised before he smiled ever so slightly and shook his head. "No, not... not in the slightest, I don't think. If it did, I would've told you, believe me."

You frowned a little, but this time let him continue, though he seemed not to really understand himself. "When you... touched me, my... s-something in me just... well, everything in me reacted in a way I haven't felt before. I was all... w-warm and... my heartrate increased significantly. and when you pulled away I-"

"Viktor." Now it was your turn to interrupt him, gently and grinning as you stood close enough to get his gaze to lift to yours. you watched him swallow dryly before offering your hand.

Viktor hesitated for a few seconds, holding his breath before placing his hand in yours, and just like he'd been half-expecting, the rush of heat filled his body again. it knocked all the air from his lungs, making him gasp as he rocked on his feet, trying to find even the slightest balance, but before he could catch hs breath, your body was pressed against his own, your arms wrapped around him, your cheek nestled in the crook of his neck and against his angular jaw.

you were so warm. so... incredibly warm.

the scientist felt his knees quiver and nearly give out beneath him but before he fell, he clung to you, panting and gently trembling with a relief he didnt know he needed. it was heavy but at thw same time, weightless and the longer he was against your body, the closer he wanted to be.

Viktor's face was now a blushed canvas of satisfaction and gratitude, his whole being sinking into your arms like you were quicksand as you softly squeezed his sides and rubbed his back with your thumbs. Viktor melted into you, a blissful tender smile gracing his lips as he exhaled, "Yes.... this was the feeling. I..."

the serene moment in the light of the setting sun stilled momentarily as Viktor asked, "Touch... starved?"

You smiled then too, whispering against his neck, "You work so hard. You should take time to lighten up a little."

the scientist tried to laugh but again, his bfeathgot caught in his throat, making his voice crack as he asked through a soft chuckle, "And... this is how I.. lighten? I suppose?"

"It's one way." You smiled. "But don't worry, I'll be here to make sure you're never touch starved again."

but you just chuckled and held him closer, humming as he returned the pressure of your embrace in turn and shook your head, "I'll explain once you're feeling better and we're eating. That ok?"

Viktor was too enraptured in the feeling of his body against yours to respond, and you understood. he couldnt remember the last time someone had held him like this, so surely and tightly, but he was grateful that the cold emptiness that had cloaked him for so long was now replaced with a warmth he could rely on, from a person he now had another reason to appreciate and cherish more than ever.

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70swizards · 3 years

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fake you out

tw// mention of nightmares, abusive childhood, implied familial separation, mentioned blade & poison

“i, i’ll never be, be what you see inside”

regulus ran his gaunt fingers through his dark, untamed curls, pulling at them. a sob shook his petite figure, causing him to hug his knees, and press his eyes onto them. “i’m sorry, sirius, i’m so sorry. i’m gonna make this right- i’m- i’m trying.” regulus knew well enough that he’d never be the perfect little brother sirius expected him to grow into. he knew that sirius would forever see him as a people pleaser, as the person who bowed down to his parents, as the person who gave into the darkness and allowed it to control him. but now he knew. he knew that everything he did was vile, evil, it was not good. it was what sirius had constantly earned him about as a child. “one day, one day, they’re going to make you do things, reggie. they’re going to make you hate me, they’re going to drag you into the darkness, but you have to resist. you have to fight against them.” but regulus was nothing but a child, he never understood the complex words that came out of his brother’s mouth. six year old regulus would always have the same reply. “i could never hate you!” regulus could never see what sirius saw in him.

“you say i’m not alone, but i’m petrified”

“you’ll never be alone, reg, ever! i’ll always be here for you! and if i’m not, you could look up at the sky and talk to the stars, because after all, i am a star! i’m sirius! forever close to you.” he would giggle at his own jokes, and regulus would follow. not because he found sirius funny, but because sirius’ smile alone was as bright as a star. yet, he couldn’t feel more alone. he was so hyper aware of the cold tiles beneath him, grazing his thighs whenever he repositioned himself. loneliness sounds like such an easy thing to fix. just find a friend, reach out to someone. every time regulus tried to speak to any of his so called friends, they’d recoil. loneliness was his constant poison, and it petrified him. how long till it kills him? how long till he can’t handle it anymore? all he could do during those long black hours was to find an enclosed place, similar to the one he is in now, and wait the panic and tears away. even the stars were taken away from him. when he looked up, he saw nothing but the tall, rich ceilings.

“you say that you are close, is close the closest star?”

the night sky is how he came to wish to fly. he wanted to whisper to the stars, because he knew they would listen. they felt loving when the world felt so devoid of love. but the mere knowledge that even the closest star was way too out of his reach was like a blade embedded in his guts, twisting at the thought. sirius was so far away from him him. the ropes that once tethered the two brothers together, rendering them inseparable, were now slashed. walburga being the criminal. even if sirius happened to be in the same house as him, he could never bring himself to confront him, it was too hard. he had fucked up. no, they had fucked him up.

“you just feel twice as far, you just feel twice as far”

there is comfort that only those we love can give us, regulus knew that better than anyone. was the phantom of sirius’ hand on the back of his neck fresh and not imagined? it couldnt be. as a replacement, regulus would find himself raising his delicate hands trying to tenderly wrap them around the closest star. but instead, he was trading the hope of comfort for a drowning sense of agony. sirius truly was twice as far. nothing could substitute the feeling of being in his brothers arms once more. for he knew that sirius had warm shoulders to lean on, leaving his own eternally cold. it only pained him to dwell on such thoughts, so instead, he would look for comfort in other things, again. with his silk robes feeling heavy around him, he’d tuck himself into sirius’ bed. regulus wouldnt really sleep. when the rare opportunity arose, and he had fallen asleep, he would fall into a tangle of menacing shadows and phantom hands, of a steady weight against his skull, and tainted laughter.

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bytemycupcakes · 4 years

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Trans-mity in the Oracle track

Hehe Trans-mity? Like it? It’s silly but it makes me happy >:3c

Obviously this post mostly applies to my Trans!Amity interpretation, but some bits can extend to normal Amity too :p

It’s also.. More than just why the oracle track, I got on a roll and now it includes how he joined the track and a bit of how he figured out he’s trans :3 (It also has a bit of enby!Luz cause... Yes.)

btw, sorry I’m still calling him Amity through the post, I have a replacement name idea, but I wanna think about it more before I put it anywhere ;3;

Sorry it’s so long TwT

Okay first off, why I think he is dual-tracking in the first place. (and tbh why Canon Amity should in the future)

Amity is a Blight. Blights are successful. Blights strive for the Emperors Coven, and access to all magic. It only makes sense to study as much magic as possible in preperation for that.

Though Amity is completely fine only doing one track before Luz came along and bent the rule, once multiple tracks became open, his parents likely had him consider it, or he brought up the idea with his parents and/or siblings. Discussing how useful it could be for his future, ect.

The Blights are obviously on board with that, cause if Amity is top student in multiple tracks? Well thats certainly something to brag about.

Why the Oracle track though?

In short: Amity always had a fascination for Oracle magic. Infact its the coven he intended on joining upon entering Hexside, but his parents needed successful children.

Principal Bump talks about “trying out” for a track when placing Luz, so it seems that theres requirements for entering one. Though with him just slapping Luz in potions, they seem to be lose or optional requirements. Suppose it all depends on the grades you want.

Thus, Amity’s parents only wanted him to join a track he was successful at, one where he showed promise. Thats what the twins did, it’s what he’ll do to. Consider it Blight Tradition. So for Amity, the “trying out” isn’t much of an optional thing.

Amity really wanted to do Oracle magic. He had already started teaching himself some of it, and seemed to be decent enough at giving Ed and Em vague predictions on their days, so he thought getting into the track would be easy.

And on paper it was, all you had to do was bring up an image of your adult self on a crystal ball, a small glimpse into your own future. Afterall what kind of Oracle can’t predict his own future?

Amity can’t apparently. Sure he hadn’t tried the spell before, but it’s such a simple one, cast and say the name of who you want to see. It’s basic oracle magic so why can’t he do it?? He sits there trying to do the spell for a good half hour before the teacher pushes him to go try some of the other track tests. And with a sinking heart, he does.

He doesn’t think too hard about what to go try next, just wanders and ends up ploping down in abominations. Ends up passing the test with no effort. Guess he’s an Abominations student now... Even if Ed and Em tried to push him to join the Oracle track anyway

At least he never quite gives up Oracle magic. He Continues to study it on his own, and gets better at giving Ed and Em daily fortunes. All while excelling in Abominations. He toyed with the idea of switching tracks once he could pass the beginning test, but every time he tried it with the library’s loan crystal balls, he still couldnt do that basic spell.

Well- Okay he could do the spell, he tried it with his siblings, classmates, teachers, every person he could think of. And most of them worked! But that didn’t matter since he needed to bring up himself.

It didn’t matter that he would easily get passing grades in the track, because according to his parents, if he couldn’t do the basic test, then there’s no promise. He supposes they’re right. Besides, his grades would probably suffer if he couldnt do any predictions about himself.

So he pushed it out of his mind, pretended he always strived for Abominations, and started showing fake pride at his achivement. Besides, nobody wants to hear Abominations top student has been half assing his classes and really doesn’t care much for the track.

Though it grows on him, he finds uses for the spells, and ends up growing fond of the creation process. And having an abomination follow him and do basic tasks was certainly an ego boost. He accepted his fate, and decided he could achieve his goals in this track. He’s a Blight, happiness comes far after success.

But then Luz comes along. Befriends Amity and pulls him out of his shell. Her openness about how humans navigate gender and sexuality fascinates Amity... He’s sure that’s just a human appreciation thing. He’ll take note to talk to the H.A.S about it.

Not that he hasn’t heard similar things around the boiling isles, it’s certainly not unheard of, Willow has two fathers for petes sake. But Luz talks about it more than Amity has ever heard... He could listen to them go on and on for hours... About- The gender stuff. Yeah. Otherwise he’d be so annoyed by Luz’s blathering... Yup. Definitely.

Well that falls through, Since Amity and Luz start dating.... Woops, guess he isn’t straight- Shit.

Luz and WIllow eventually point out how... Interested... Amity seems in Luz’s gender rambling, and Amity tries to play it off that he just likes listening to his partner talk! Is that a crime? The two back down, but Amity certainly takes note of how.. Defensive he had gotten.

He’s left thinking. A lot. And through that thinking, he reaches a state of denial. He’s already dissapointing enough now that he isn’t the perfect straight daughter his parents wanted, he can’t be.. not a daughter too! Maybe his parents were right and Luz is a bad influence- Perhaps he’s just making Amity think he’s all these things- Besides, Amity didn’t mind wearing a dress to Grom, or to other social events.. Sure he whined about how uncomfortable they were, and he makes a conscious effort to wear pants as much as possible. But that doesn’t mean he’s a guy. That’d be absurd-

Again, his denial falls through... Some deep talks with Luz certainly opened up some things... Damn Amity is just chock full of parental dissapointment.

But that doesn’t matter, because he can still be successful without their approval. Amity is still a Blight. And will always have the sway of power that it comes with.

Back on track with the tracks.

Amity had already moved past and shoved down his want to join the Oracle Track quite some time ago, so when he mentions it in passing when helping Luz with her Oracle homework... He’s caught off guard when they shove the crystal ball into his hands.

Luz encouraging him to try again, now that he’s figured himself out, and has a new name. Their professor said names are very important when it comes to some forms of fortune, so maybe thats why he couldn’t do the spell!

Amity blinks.... Then smacks his head. GOD why hadn’t he thought of that?! He already knew that from his own private studying, but just never connected those dots!

He takes such a deep breath, head swirling with excitement and even more fear. Afterall if he still can’t do the spell, then that means he really isn’t cut out for Oracle magic... He’s not sure if he can face that reality... But even if thats the case, he supposes he’ll always have Luz, he can help her with their oracle homework without doing the spells himself.

He casts. He says his name. He and Luz are staring at the ball, neither breathing as the few milliseconds start to feel like hours while they wait for any image to show up.

And sure enough... One does. A simple image of a much older Amity walking through a town appears on the ball, and the two teans squeal. Amity doesn’t even remember a time he was this happy, he’s rendered to tears. That he can do a spell thats been alluding him since middle school. All because Luz had put the pieces in place for him to learn about himself and figure it out.

When he takes the test again next semester and does it first try, the oracle teacher grins and ruffles his hair, “I suppose there was no future Amity Blight, hm? Welcome to the Oracle track, [name]”

#The Owl House #Amity Blight #toh Amity #luz noceda #toh luz #Lumity #toh Lumity #Trans!Amity #toh headcanons #Enby!Luz

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hyunjinssmile · 4 years

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Warnings: smut. Switch! Fem! Reader x switch! Hyunjin. Unprotected- please wrap it before you tap it. Just filth.

Authors note: its been a while. I’m back, kind of, for writing. Ive missed everyone. Though I wouldnt be surprised if people have all left, I was gone a while.

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Hyunjin used his weight and strength to pin you against the wall, his lips attached to yours as his fingers dug into your hips, small whines bubbling up in both of your throats as you lost yourselves in eachother.

The sudden yelp that fell from your lips, surprised not only yourself, but your boyfriend, who had tugged you up, so he could walk back to the bed , his knees hitting the soft covers as he allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress, with you ontop of him.

He had been tired recently. Very tired. Work and comebacks stopped him from getting the rest he not only wanted but needed, and you wanted to make up for that- to look after him for a change.

His face was pink, his eyes dark as his strong arms wrapped around you, sitting up as you straddled his waist, making yourself comfortable in his lap as his right had trailed up your back, gliding over the material of your shirt before landing softly at the back of your neck, pulling you forward to himself, his lips reattached to yours in an instant as you softly push on his chest, letting him lie back down on the soft surface of his bed.

‘Baby’ he breathed softly, your hands trailing underneath his shirt as he bit his lip, a smile on your face as you observed his obviously turned on, yet cutely embarrased face.

‘Im gonna look after you tonight’ you whispered softly, making him groan, maybe it was the way you spoke, or the way your lips ghosted his own, or maybe it was the way your hand was gripping his cock over his underwear, your hand finding its way into the denim of his jeans.

‘The things you do to me, fuck-‘ he whined, his face falling to the crook of your neck as he became like jelly under your touch, the strong, powerful boy who earlier that day promised to fuck you into the mattress, with a cocky smirk, ofcourse- was now a whining mess beneath you. Embarrased and needing pleasure. Pleasure you were willing to give.

Maybe it was the way he groaned, the way his lips parted so beautifully, or the idea that he could quite literally overpower you at any moment, but you were completely soaked and needy for your boyfriend, who was completely hard in his pants.

You both didnt bother getting fully undressed, with his hands up your shirt, your bra barely unclasped, skirt pulled up, underwear to the side, his jeans down to his thighs, tangled with his boxers as his cock stood tall.

‘Please baby-‘ he whispered, watching as you slowly rubbed his head over your entrance, enjoying the feeling of him beneath you. He also knew he could overpower you easily. But he wouldnt, not tonight. He found it almost painfully attractive how you wanted to try and dom him like this.

It wasnt until he was fully inside you, did he release the most breathtaking whimper, his hands having pushed your shirt up under your chin as he sucked and nipped at your breasts, making you take in a quick breath, looking diwn at him and his blush, before one of his hands links itself with your own, his eyes looking up at you, as he is fully sheathed within you.

The moment however turns to one of playful challenge as he smirks, ‘got awefully tight there, baby, sure you dont want me to look after you?’

With a huff and the raise of your hips, he couldnt help the moans bubbling up inside, falling back flat on his back as you rocked yourself onto him, looking down at his beautiful, speechless figure, the smirk literally taken from his face.

‘What was that baby?’ You said softly, clenching around him as you bit his neck softly, leaning over him as you moved up and down over him, a oerfect rhythm to keep both of you pleased.

‘I- ‘ he whined, unable to finish the rest of the sentence.

He was so responsive. So vocal. You loved it. You loved having him claw at your hips, his strong arms useless as you render him immobile with pleasure, the strong boyfriend becoming weak infront of you,

And it was such a turn on.

You began to move faster, your lips on his as you felt your own high approaching, pulling away to hear his noises as you ensured he entered you fully with every swivel of your hips.

‘Im gonna-‘ he panted, his hands gripping your hips tightly, reminding you who is usually in charge, but not tonight.

You leaned forward, biting his shoulder as you moved faster, before whispering in his ear;

‘Cum for me, baby boy’

His eyes were rolling back as his whimpered, hips stuttering as he released within you, his back arched off of the sheets below as he emptied himself, the long drawn out whine causing you to get closer.

Before you could enjoy his blissed out face much more, your back was slamming into the sheets below suddenly, your eyes widened as you were speechless. Hyunjin, now hard again, began to fuck himself back into you.

‘Your turn, baby girl’

#straykids #skz #kpop smut #straykids smut #straykids writings #kpop writings #skz smut #smut #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin writings #kpop

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coffeecrusadeclub · 5 years

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Familiar Faces -Tyrus fic

Cyrus's POV:

"I know! I swear I want-" I cut my sentence off short and stared past my friend, Buffy, causing her to turn around and see what had rendered me speechless.

"What the-Is that TJ?" Buffy asked, a little too loud. His head turned towards us and I quickly ducked down to avoid being seen.

"Cyrus what are you-"

"Buffy Shh!" I cut her off, but it was too late. We were noticed and TJ had started over to our table.

"Buffy did we pay already"

"Yeah wh-"

Before she could finish her response I had grabbed her hand and rushed her out of the spoon. I was glad I had given up trying to sit at the counter and let Buffy choose a seat by the exit.

"Cyrus what the heck is going on" Buffy asked after a couple minutes, finally pulling me to a stop.

"I dont- I dont want to see him. Why is he back"

"Cyrus he probably is visiting family. When he left Amber said their mom sent him to some bootcamp program or something, that hed be gone for a couple years, it's been 3 years he might just be back"

"No! No no no! He cant be back I cant- I cant have him around after-" I stopped myself from completing the thought.

"Alright Cyrus come on we are going to your place and you're telling me what the heck is going on. You two were so close up until a week before he left"

Despite my protests Buffy dragged me to my house and upon heading down to the entertainment room in my basement, demanded I tell her what happened. I was hesitant at first, not wanting to relive the memories but the therapist in me thought it might be good for me to talk about so I told her.

**** 3 years ago ****

"TJ, you've had too much to drink. Where did you even get all this you're only 17"

"Ugh mind your business Goodman I get it's in your name but why cant you loosen up? You're being a lame"

I tried to shake off his words, I didnt know why he was acting this way but I tried to convince myself it was the alcohol talking not him.

"Baby you don't mean that, come on let's go wash up and go to bed okay? Come on" I gently took hold of his arm and tried to lead him up the stairs but he quickly yanked away from me.

"Stop calling me that I'm not fucking gay Cyrus. Whatever this is has to stop now it's getting old"

"TJ, I-"

"No dont look at me like that. I'm not gay I never was. Sure you're my friend but I figured I could win you and mess around some"

"I was wh- Is that all I was? Some prize to be won? A toy to be played with? You know what TJ no screw you!" I felt tears well up in my eyes and tried to stop them from falling but still they rolled down my cheeks.

"Don't cry. Cyrus dont cry please I'm sorry" TJ's tone and attitude changed and I didnt know what to believe. He was drunk and unstable.

"Just- just stop talking let's get you to bed"

"Cy I love you baby" he smiled softly at me, it was like he didnt remember the things he had said just a moment before

"Mhm come on into bed you go" I replied setting a trashcan down next to him. I decided not to sleep in his bed and took some blankets and pillows down stairs to the couch. I was woken up to the sound of TJ's voice the next morning.

"H-hey Cy goodmorning baby, how come you slept down here?"

"Do you not remember what happened last night?"

"No not really, but based on the massive headache I have right now and the fact that I reek of liquor, I assume I got drunk"

"That you did. As well as say some pretty nasty stuff"

"Oh no Cy I-"

"Dont. Just- Don't okay? Dont say sorry because itd be nothing more than empty air you dont even remember." I cut him off, a sense of bitterness in my tone.

"Cy what did i- what did I say?"

"I was you're prize, just a toy to be won.. You're not gay."

"Cyrus Im s-"

"Dont. Dont say it. Dont tell me you're sorry you dont mean it"

"I didnt mean for that to come out then I didn't-"

"So it was true?"

"No I-"

"Just- stop already TJ you're not helping. You were right about one thing last night. This needs to stop. I'm tired of being pushed around- pushed away when other people are around. The truth came out TJ, hopefully you can too" with tears running down my face I took my chance to leave at that. I never wanted to see him again.

****current time****

I looked up at Buffy who had a a soft expression on her face. I wiped tears away from my own as she pulled me into a hug

"Oh Cyrus you didnt deserve that. Not at all, nobody can treat my best friend like that. I'm gona go find him" she stated, getting up from the couch.

"Buffy no. That was 3 years ago, I should be over it by now"

"But you're not"

"I know I'm not Buffy but he probably doesn't even remember"

Buffy sighed but agreed to let things be and I heard a familiar knock pattern on my door.

"TJ's here..." I said a slight panic rising in me

"How do you know"

"That's his knock. Everytime he used to visit he would knock a bunch of times in a heartbeat rhythm"

"I'll kick him out-"

"No no just- you go home I'll call you later. Okay?"

"Fine okay"

We walked upstairs to the front door together and I opened it, sure enough it was TJ

"Hey Buffy.. Cyrus" TJ greeted us shly

"Kippen" Buffy responded coldly before walking out the door to leave "Bye Cyrus see you later" I waved for a moment before turning back to the blue eyed boy standing on my front porch.

"TJ..."

"Can I come in? Please we really should talk"

"About what? Theres nothing to talk about"

"About what happened before I left"

"I dont know what you mean" I responded playing dumb.

"Cyrus we both know that's not true or you wouldnt have run away at the spoon like you did." He looked at me with pleading eyes and I sighed stepping out of the doorway and letting him in. We sat down in the kitchen and I made him a cup of coffee.

"Cyrus I never meant to hurt you. The things I said- they weren't meant to be taken like that. I just I was drunk and I guess the delivery wasnt great"

"Yeah no kidding" I responded coldly, scoffing at him.

"I did love you Cyrus- I do. I just was scared. The day before.. my mom found out. She started screaming at me because she had seen us kissing. I- I panicked she had seen us on a nanny cam she told me to breakup with you. I never meant to but I knew the camera was there and I guess I just couldnt convey that I was acting.. she sent me away anyway"

"TJ.. I didn't- I didnt know.. I'm sorry"

"How were you supposed to?"

"I could have let you talk that morning... tell me..."

"It wasnt you're fault Cyrus"

I felt tears well up in my eyes, "yes it was! All these years I spent mad at you and it was my fault. I should have just let you explain and this wouldnt have happened I wouldn't have-" suddenly I felt TJs hands on my wrists as his lips pressed against mine. He started to pull away and then leaned back in, slowly loosening his grip on my wrists. Once he pulled away I took a deep breath

"God I missed that" he whispered softly

"Me too" I replied.

We sat there and talked for hours, we had 3 years of making up to do. And 3 years of anger, pain, and betrayal to deal with. But we had each other and that's what mattered.

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years

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give what it takes* 1/2 Remington leith x reader

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hello i still hate writing for actual people but ya girls gotta do what ya girls gotta do, i love palaye and ive been like super obsessed with them again lately cause im seeing them in may and just bought their palette and cant stop thinking about it so ya know here it is #noshame #someshame

* - smut, mentions of sex, mention of kinks, thigh riding, etc. Read at your own risk

song: get some by ghosted

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the concert ended but the party didnt. i was lucky enough to be on tour with palaye but still had work to do when the shows were over. it was a week we had stops that were close enough together to stay at an air b&b for the night, which was nice since i could finally sit down and get things done. we had all went back to the house after the concert to get cleaned up, the boys being extremely sweaty from the stage lights and high energy performance. i sat at the island typing as they all ran around getting ready for the night ahead of them. i sat quietly as they conversed with their girlfriends who were visiting for the weekend.

i looked up when remington threw himself into the bar stool across the counter from me. he smiled at me before picking up one of the apples from the bowl on the counter and tossing it in the air. he took a large bite out of it as emerson walked out into the kitchen/living room.

"you going with us tonight?"

i looked down at my laptop to scan my work before looking back at him.

"i dont think so, its already eleven and ive got too much work to do tonight."

he frowned at me before gesturing to remington.

"you coming?"

rem looked at me and i peered at him over my laptop.

"ya know what, why dont you guys go ahead, ill stay here and help y/n."

i looked up completely, shock written on my features.

"you dont have to do that rem, you should go and have fun."

his 'girlfriend' walked up to his side and played with his hair.

"yeah remi, come have fun with us, she doesnt need your help to do her job."

she peered at me and i sent her a stern glare.

he rubbed her back.

"why dont you go hang out with them, ill be right here when you get back."

she leaned down and kissed him and led the way for them all to leave. when the door was closed me and remi were the only two left in the house. he tapped the counter as i went back to typing.

"so, its been a while since we were alone together."

i looked up at him.

"yep."

i went back to typing.

"whatcha doin over there?"

"fixing lighting."

"whats wrong with the lighting?"

i looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"the yellows and greens where washing Emerson out the whole show. i have to fix the positioning on my renderings for the next venue."

he nodded and made an o with his mouth. i went back to typing.

"is there anything else you have to fix?"

i looked up at him.

"a couple things."

"like?"

i sighed.

"remington if you keep asking me questions im not gonna get anything done."

i laughed lightly and he smiled at me, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

"okay, okay, if you want help with anything let me know, im gonna go chill on the couch."

he motioned behind him and i nodded before getting back to work.

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i sighed and stretched, i had been sitting on this bar stool for almost two hours. none of the group had showed back up yet and remington was still sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. i closed my laptop as i heard him laugh out loud at something he saw on his feed. i rolled my eyes before standing and shaking out my legs.

"god, i feel like ive been curled over forever."

he turned to look at me as i made my way to the couch, sitting on the arm rest next to him. he slid down the settings on his phone to look at the time more clearly.

"well, in all fairness you have been sitting on your computer for over two hours, its one."

i groaned.

"yeah, im surprised no ones back yet."

he stretched and clasped his hands together behind his head, lengthening his body.

"im not, when the boys drink, the boys drink."

he laughed and i just shook my head.

"whatever."

he nudged my leg with his elbow.

"do you wanna do something now that your work is done?"

i shrugged and let my legs fall on either side of the arm rest.

"what did you have in mind?"

i looked down at him, seeing him quickly opening youtube then shoving his phone in my face.,

"look at this."

i leaned back a little before taking it and watching the video. i looked at remington funny.

"really?"

he shrugged.

"what?"

i turned the phone around to show him.

"boy out here on the weird side of youtube."

he laughed and took the phone back.

"i mean you didnt have to take it."

i rolled my eyes.

"yeah but i was curious."

he raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"arent we all."

i winked at him.

"you know it."

he leaned toward me and rested his arm on my thigh, smacking my knee with his hand. i shifted.

"what?"

i shook my head.

"nothing."

he tapped my my knee with his fingers like he was playing a keyboard. i watched his hand intently before looking back at him staring at me. he raised an eyebrow.

"okay maybe im just a little touch starved."

i ran a hand through my hair and looked away from him. he scooted closer to me.

"touch starved?"

i looked back at him and nodded slowly. he locked eyes with me and squeezed my lower thigh.

"are you okay?"

i shrugged.

"i just dont touch people or let people touch me and thats one of the leading reasons im depressed and sick all the time. like adult humans need affection and hugs and kisses and things like that but i cut myself off so i dont really get the things that my brain needs to be happy."

i looked ahead of me, i didnt care to see his pity ridden face. suddenly he moved and hugged me tightly from the side, his left ear pressed to my right arm.

"do you feel better yet?"

i laughed.

"yes rem, definitely."

i ruffled his hair lightly with my left hand and he looked up at me but didnt remove his arms from my body.

"liar."

i slouched into him.

"okay, its not like you can fix it right away."

he loosened his grip a little before kneeling next to me on the couch and squishing my face in his hands.

"what else would you want me to try?"

i shrugged.

"did you ever used to try things to feel better? like find one person to hug everyday or something?"

i laughed and he let go of my face. i just shook my head,

"what?"

i looked at him knowingly.

"sex. i used to have sex."

his face went straight.

"sex."

i nodded.

"yeah, i used to have sex to make myself feel better, it was intimate and 'affectionate' touching for at least a night. in case you haven't noticed though i havent been with anyone since we started plans for tour months ago so yeah theres nothing i can really do about that."

he sat back on his knees defeated.

"i guess you couldnt masturbate either cause thats still not another person touching you, that you touching yourself."

he looked at me with a straight face before we both laughed. he laid back on the couch, his feet pushed up against the arm rest i was sitting on. he rested one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach.

"so, did you just find random dudes or?"

i sent him a look.

"really, thats what your worried about right now?"

he shrugged.

"i figured it was a ligther topic i dont know."

i just shook my head.

"no they werent just random dudes, you gotta have a connection first ya know. they were people that i had hung out with before, kind of close but not enough for them to care if we slept together and then didnt talk for a little while ya know. it was always easier that way cause i knew who wanted a screw and who wanted more depending on the mood i was in."

he raised a brow.

"particular people for particular kinks or turn ons?"

i smiled at him.

"yeah sometimes."

"like?"

"like people or like turn ons and kinks?"

"turn ons and kinks, i couldnt care less about the people."

i laughed at the face he made.

"what you want a reference?"

"just trying to see what kind of person youre hiding under that hard exterior."

i raised a brow and smirked at him.

"okay, well for starters id say soft touches."

he laughed.

"wow, soft touches?"

"dont laugh, its a turn on, start light and build up ya know."

"youre right, continue."

"neck fetish, not just like i like necks im talking like hickeys and kissing and licking, weird vampire shit ya know."

"amen to that."

i laughed at him.

"thigh riding-"

"im sorry what?"

"thigh riding?"

"yeah what the hell kinda?"

i lifted my foot up on the couch so it wasnt dangling in front of it anymore.

"its where you are on someones lap or like knelt over one of their thighs while their sitting down and grind yourself on them to get off. i guess in my instance making out with someone while they touch me, but while thats happening im riding their thigh.? "

"that sounds like itd be an experience."

i looked at him with a sly smile.

"oh it is."

there was a pause.

"can you show me?"

if i was drinking i would have spat all over the place.

"you what?"

"can you should me? i mean your on the arm of the chair, you could do it on that right?"

i laughed.

"do you know how wet that would make someone? the couch would be near ruined."

i laughed.

"so do it on me."

i stopped and looked at him, he was staring up at me with a very serious face.

"You're joking right?"

"What's wrong with two friends hooking up?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know how about the fact that you kinda have a girlfriend."

"Oh come on no one here even likes her, not even me, and we're not really dating she's just like around."

I rolled my eyes.

"Tell her that."

"I'm telling you that, now get over here and show what the heck thigh riding is."

#wattpad #smut #x reader #remington leith #remington kropp #palaye royale #palaye royale imagine #one shot #thigh riding

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eichscrocs · 5 years

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Hey now, You’re an All-Star

January 11, 2019

@ edmontonoilers: YESSSS! ⭐️ #LetsGoOilers

@ edmontonoilers: Leon with some love for the fans after today's #NHLAllStar news! #LetsGoOilers

When Connor heard the news he was beyond thrilled, his 'liney' Leon was going to All Star too.

@ mcdavid97: All-Star bound with 29! 👊

Surely Connor had gone years previous, but none of them had included another one of his teammates, let alone the one he was dating. Connor liked to keep his life private for the most part, which included Leon too. Media was beginning to become suspicious, but in all honesty neither boy seemed to really care that much anymore. It was going to be a first time for the both of them; Leons first all star, and Connors first all star with his boyfriend. Surely a big reason Leon got voted in was Connors endless support, and maybe for the fact Connor had his whole family (distant relatives included) voting multiple times daily for him, but Leon didn't need to know that.

The beginning of the 2019 season did start out a little rough, so the break would be good for the both of them (besides the fact Connor managed to get Chia fired, but that's besides the point). The Oilers organization had known about the two boys relationship, and everyone was so supportive, especially Nuge who had been the reason they got together in the first place. In the locker room it was even the on going joke, and Ryan was often referred to as 'Ryan Love Whisperer Hopkins'. Connor and Leon enjoyed any privacy they got so the organization was surprised when the two had told them that they wanted to let everyone know they were together, but a little more subtle since both boys were quite reserved.

January 24, 2019

@ edmontonoilers: The dynamic duo had officially arrived in San Jose! #NHLAllStar #LetsGoOilers

If Connor and Leon could agree on one thing it'd be the all star jerseys, they color black was extremely flattering, but they wouldn't be wearing those jerseys until tomorrow. After all today was the skills competition, they'd be sporting the classic orange Oilers jersey. Connor was the first of them to compete, to no one's surprise it was his third year in a row competing for the fastest skater title. Why? Because other than Dylan Larkin (who wasn't voted in) he truly was a speedster. Leon sat on the bench chilling and taking in his new surroundings. HI heart was so full and slightly filled with nerves of watching his boy get ready to skate. From how the event was beginning to unfold his only threat to steal the title from him was Jack Eichel. Seeing Connor on the ice made his little heart flutter.

Connor had taken off just like that and Leon instantly zone in to watching him skate his lap. His skate was over just as fast as it had started, and sure enough Connor took the three-peat. Leon stayed sat on the bench smiling even wider than before. Media ended up in his face and questioned him about Connors pace. Leon would be lying if he said he didn’t wish they were going to ask about their relationship. So he figured clue number two, drop a hint. So Leon turned to face the camera for all to view on instagram, his english flowing perfectly. “I had and idea that he’s pretty fast so, uhm ya know obviously last year I think he won it, so it was uh ya know I had my money on him.” Leon finished off saying while a slight smile arose on his face.

After Connors event both boys were able to relax for a little, as puck control was the next event. Connor shoved his way in the box to sit with the rest of the Pacific division boys, but more importantly next to Leon. “You did so well out there.” Leon said then bumped shoulders with him. Connor schooched closer to Leon (if that was even possible) and his body was pressed right against Leon from shoulders to skates. He rested his one hand on his knee while Leon decided to put his hand directly half on Connors and half on his own retrospective kneecap. Leon looked over at him again and smiled, then turned back to watch the event infront of him. Nobody seemed to ask about it; whether they didn’t care, couldn’t see it, or already knew (Leon doubted the third one though).

As it got closer to Leons turn for premier passing he got more anxious. He didn’t want to dissapoint himself, the fans that voted him in, and most importantly Connor. Leon had to leave his warm encounter with his boy to get ready to go. Connor stayed on the bench watching in awe at his boyfriend, the way Leon made the pucks into the minature nets with such little effort was really no surprise. Since Leon joined the Oilers organiztion he had been giving those types of passes to Connor. Even before McDrai happened they had sucah a remarkable chemistry. (Why was Connor now suddenly realizing that Ryan is super good at reading into love?). When Leons last puck went into the net, the time stopped and Leon looked over and started skating back towards the bench where Connor was. Leon didn’t look at what his time was, but he knew it had to be good when he saw Connor smiling and clapping his mitts together for him. Finally Leon’s competition had ended too, and he managed to stay on top, claiming the win. The closer he got to Connor the happier he was. Connor was sitting looking sky chewing his gum, not to forget the fact he was checking Leon out from head to toe. That all star champ was his. For the remainder of the competition boys the boys were just fooling around with each other. Both had adrenaline running high from their wins. The start of this weekend was a good one, and eventually they hit the locker room to suit back up for media.

Connor had anticipated questions about the Oilers and his captaincy, but his personal favorite was when someone had asked about Leons performance. “That was awesome! That was an event that was tough. Really really tough and Leon I know was a little bit nervous.” Connor began to answer. Since he had heard from Leon still nobody had realized they were an item, he knew he’d have a little fun hyping Leon up. “I ket saying you’re one of the best passers in the game you could easily do it. And he proved that tonight.” Connor said lovingly about his teammate and boyfriend (which the media still couldn’t seem to pick up, which was surprising).

Finally day one was in the books and both began to head to the hotel to rest for the night. Although they’d be staying in the same room together, a king size bed all theirs. After all they were both hockey boys who needed enough space for cuddles. Connor’s room was rendered useless, they’d be using Leon’s room instead. Not that it mattered too much anyways, Connor had the salary to make useless purchases like his hotel room that would remain empty all three days in San Jose. Both boys began to take off their suits and put them on hangers. Even with salaries like they have, both Leon and Connor hated spending so much time finding a suit they liked, only for it to cost more than they ever would have typically spent (it was a suit, why must they cost so much?). No way were they going to ruin them only to go through suit hell once again. Leon was the first to get changed out of his suit, and he head to the luggage to find some clothes for bed. Leon put on some plaid pj pants with pockets, along with an old oilers shirt (which wasn’t his). He had taken a seat while Connor was still getting ready for bed. Connor put on Oilers pj pants that Leon orginally got for him as a gag gift, but no surprise Connor loved them so much. Paired with his Oilers pants was one of Leon’s shirts. Leon looked up from his phone and saw Connor looking adoarble, his hair still looking freshly cut.

In fact Leon was the actual reason his hiar was cut in the first place, and it wasn’t because Leon liked it short, hed just told Connor it’d be funny to see media have a hay day. And anyways Connor loves seeing Leon laugh, so his answer was obvious, he had to do it. He took a seat right on top of Leon crushing him, and laughing as Leon went wide eyed and stuttered out “Oh well hello to you too” while lightly laughing. “What are you looking at?” Connor asked as Leon was looking down on his phone. “Figuring out which picture of us to put on insta.” he replied while turning his phone to Connor to look at the pictures. Leon continued to swipe through the photos until Connor pointed out a good one. “Post that one” Connor suggested. Despite Connor hardly posting on his accounts he knew when a picture was good, and that was definitely it. Leo opened Instagram and selected the picture Connor suggested. “Should I add a filter?” Leon asked seriously. Connor thought the photo was fine as it was, but the temptation was way too high. Leon had seen a yellow tinted filter, “Con! This filter would look sick!” Leon said while showing Connor the result. To Leon’s dismay he was given the ‘are you actually joking me right now?’ look. “I think it looks good, especially you so I’m posting it.” Leon told Connor. Connor put his hands up as to say ‘I’m not stopping you’. “Oh I have the perfect caption too!” He said excitedly as he began to type it out. It was the best usage of 27 letters in his life, all for one small post.

@ drat_29: Great day at the skills comp with @ mcdavid97

“Alright it’s posted” he said to Connor as he locked his phone and placed it on the nightstand. Both boys then opened the bed to go to sleep for the next days fun games. Of course they couldn’t go to bed without Connor claiming his little spoon position. “Ich liebe dich.” Leon mumbled to Connor as he drifted to sleep holding the one he loved the most in his arms.

#edmonton oilers #connor mcdavid #leon draisaitl #all star weekend #the formating is weird??#mcdrai #oilers #mine #also this is posted for a specific follower???

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uniformbravo · 5 years

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me trying to make a gif part 2 (thrilling finale, buildup ver.)

ok good news and bad news: good news being withheld for Spoilers (not that it’s that hard to guess anyway lol), bad news explained first bc, chronologically, it is first

so yesterday i mentioned in the tags of that post that i had seen that krita has an animation feature so i was gonna try importing the frames into that and then exporting it as a gif. easier said than done, as it turns out

i started by opening the file i made yesterday with 62 layers as the frames and importing that into krita, which worked fine (i didn’t know you could actually open .psd files in clip stuido ((this typo is so fucking stupid it made me laugh so im leaving it)) and krita, so that’s pretty neat, i wonder if it works the other way around too) but i ran into problems when i tried to convert those layers into frames in an animation. because, like, the layout of the program has the layers displayed in one tab, and the animation timeline in another, like so:

(do u like how im using pictures now, i thought of that yesterday after i published the other post and realized hey, visual reference would probably make my plight a lot easier to understand!! so enjoy these educational diagrams from now on)

so my goal was to get the frames from the layers into the timeline, and i still don’t know if i did it right bc lbr krita is not very intuitive at all,,.,, i mean i watched a video tutorial abt how to animate in krita which was v helpful (it’s the one by jesse j james on yt fuckin SHout out) but it was about animating from scratch, not importing an animation you’ve already done elsewhere

so like, the way krita’s animation thing works, from what i could piece together as i bumbled my way around w/ it, is that each layer in the layers tab is a separate timeline in the,,, timeline tab

i want them all to be in the same timeline, not separate ones, and there’s no way to combine them in the timeline tab bc doing that just overwrites whatever layer you’re pasting it down onto, and also if you define the number of frames for that timeline (62 for this project) it just puts the single image of that layer for all of the frames instead of just one of them, so you’d have to go through and delete all the other frames you don’t want it to be, which would be such a fuckin pain

so i found a workaround, which is so tedious that it can’t be the right way to do it, but basically i started w/ layer 1 and defined 62 frames & then emptied frames 2-62, like this

(that blue box is the frame, btw, even tho it says 0, which actually kind of annoys me like why doesn’t it start the first frame on 1????)

from there i went up to layer two and selected that in the timeline, but for some reason the frame doesn’t show up automatically?

& i couldnt fuckin figure out how to make it into like, an Official Timeline Layer or whatever tf bc like, u see on layer 1 how theres that little lightbulb-looking icon on the right? that’s for turning on onion skin which only applies when you actually have frames with things drawn on them, so basically layer 2 in the layers tab has a drawing but in the timeline it doesn’t?

i didn’t find out what the actual reason for this is or how you’re /supposed/ to make the frame appear in the timeline, but what i did was right click on layer 2′s timeline & select “create blank frame” which magically made the frame i want appear

but it’s on top of the layer 1 frame, and i want it to be the frame after. also it’s still in a different timeline. this is the only easy fix in this whole damn process, u can literally just click & drag the frame from layer 2 to layer 1 and put it wherever u want on the timeline

and then u just delete layer 2 and that’s it, frame transferred!! then i just had to do that for 60 more layers and after [unspecified amount of time but it was a fuckin while ok] my timeline looked like this!

(the gaps near the end are held frames, to save me time so i didn’t have to copy a bunch of frames that were exactly the same)

krita is great because as far as i know ur animation can have an unlimited number of frames, at the risk of your own pc’s processing power, which is a definite upside to SOME expensive art programs i know (clip studio, i’m talking abt csp) and u can pick the frame rate too (cough photoshop elements 5.0 even tho u dont technically have an animation feature & it’s a miracle u can even make gifs at all) so once i finally got all the frames situated all nice and in order like on the same timeline, playing it was great! played at the right speed, looped perfectly, it was a dream come true right

well, time to export it as a gif

haha

hoooo oo o

so u got 2 options for exporting ur animation, u can either hit “export,” which lets u save it as different file types, one of which being gif, or you can hit “render,” which gives you gif and video options

well

i tried export first, bc that seemed like a good idea, but the “””gif””” it made was distinctly not a gif, despite its claim to be one?? this is what i got:

notice: 1. it is not moving, and 2. the black bars to the sides?? those are supposed to be transparent. they’re transparent in the file i made so why didn’t they register as transparent in the export, when gifs have transparency capabilities??

so That was some real live bullshit but i still had the “render” option, right? export was wrong, so rrender must be the correct option to go to that will produce the results i am wanting to see produced in front of me like a silver dinner platter with a correctly functioning gif under the lid, that’s what i want to see and “Render Animation...” is gonna Give me that silver platter righWRONG ok look at this shit rn ok Look

it says GIF it says it RIGHT THERE right??? right?????? then WHY

?????????????

and it also gave me all This bullshit

like did i ask?? did i fucking ask???? i already have all the individual frames why do i need even M o re i mfjgjgk

((rationally ok yea thats v useful for if ur making the animation in krita and want to export the frames to use elsewhere, but like uhhh 1. again, they’re not transparent & 2. i should have the option of saying i don’t want these??? bc *meme voice* i don’t want these)

so in the end i could find NO correct method of exporting animations as a gif in krita bc every ooption that says gif is fuckign LYING to ur face there are NO gifs in krita, aliens made the progam who looked at gifs and went “hmm i thikng this is how a gif works “ and just made jpegs instead but somehow got on the computers good side and got it to lie for them about it being a gif so thats why it says gif on the file still even tho its not a gif illimati confinr

so what is the conclusion to this? well i said there was good news too, and this is the portion where i divulge that sweet nectar (i type dthis 2 seconds ago and @ me what the fuck)

so after wasting a good 2 hours trying to figure out krita i gave up and watched some good old [youtuber name redacted bc what if it shows up in search & ppl see this dumbass post in there but it rhymes with fjackfsepticfeye] to relax into accepting my fate that i’ll never be able to upload my animations to tungle except in poor quality loopless video form, making me into a laughing stock on my own art blog, but THEN i had a stroke of genius, in my Brain

so if u read yesterday’s post u might remember that flipnote studio, the animation program i use on my ds, to animate, has the option to export files as gifs, both animated and sequential (meaning either as one fully animated gif or each individual frame separately), which is super convenient, but as i mentioned yesterday, any time i tried to open the folder with those files on my laptop, it crashed immediately

WELL today i thought “hey, how about instead of opening the folder in the sd card when it’s plugged in, how about i copy that folder from the sd card to my flash drive, and try to open it there, in case it’s the card’s hardware that’s causing the problem, not corrupted files”

so i tried that and it FUCKING WORKED THANK GOD GLORY HALLELUJAH

so now instead of spedning A THOUSAND YEARS trying and failing to force art programs to bend to my will i can just export the animations straight from my ds and drag them onto my computer Just As God Intended oh GOD im so fucking happy

here’s the gif in the end, i’m gonna post it to my art blog too but this is the Green Version bc i animate in green bc of some default settings in flipnote that i got used to, plus it makes me feel like i’m just sketching so nothing really has to be finalized so i’m comfortable while i work, and also it’s just nice ok it’s a Nice Green

(there’s a few frames at the end that are like the extra scraps from while i was working dw i got rid of those in the final version that i’m posting to my art blog later. also i added my blog url to that one too it’s aaaaaall good)

the only downside to this method is that i can’t change the canvas size to be 540px wide to fit with tumbrl s image dimensions but whatever i can just post them in a text post and fix the html to display it at its original size instead of the resizing bullshit tmurbl pulls constantly ugh. anyway it works great on desktop but it’s inevitably gonna look like shit on mobile no matter what i do *Big Ass Shrug*

anyway thats the end of my success story uhh i can’t make the like comment & subscribe joke again bc i already did that in the last post so like bye i guess thanks 4 watchign & have a great day i’ll see u in my next fvideo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYob4uDjEKI&t=0s

(^that’s my outro music)

#this started out so boring like a tutorial (but made by someone who doesn't know what the fuck theyre talking abt)#& then things derail Real Quick #that's why this is the ''buildup ver.''#retag later #talkin bout stuff #today posts #rieley's wips #(me: i can't mention this youtuber by name in case my post shows up in search #me: *adds a link to the post rendering that effort for naught*#me: *leaves it anyway bc it's funny*)#pls listen to the outro musi c it's rly good & tunmgmldnr wouldnt let me embed the video & idk how to do it thru html & too lazy to look it #up :(

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waitinginthedarke · 6 years

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I’d Rather Die

A BTS Jeon Jungkook fanfiction

Summary: Being at the party was a last minute decision, but the minute your eyes caught on him they were fixed, and the moment he touched you he was hooked. Were soulmates real? You didn’t know. All you knew, was that there was something about Jeon Jungkook…and you weren’t going to let him go until you found out- even if you did end up falling in love with him in the process…

Type: Romance

Chapter 1

He kept staring at you.

That was the first thing you noticed as you leant against the railing of the 1st floor balcony in the slightly run down venue you’d found yourself in that evening, having been dragged along by your friend to some kind of gig in the city that evening. She’d told you it was meant to be on the down low, that it was ‘invite only’, but ever since you’d arrived at the venue and you’d seen the mass of around 800 people all crowding the stalls below you, you couldn’t help but suspect that she’d lied to you.

‘Sohyun, when you said it was ‘invite only’, did you mean they sent the invite to entirety of hongik university?’ you ask your friend skeptically, having to cup your hand against her ear so that she could hear you over the music. However, when you pull back to give her a questioning look, you’re simply greeted by the sight of her throwing her head back with a laugh, before she reciprocates your gesture; shouting back into your ear.

‘No. There’s just a lot of people that were invited tonight. I think its something to do with saying ‘thank you’ to the company for always supporting them. Whatever; they told all the employees to bring some guests so that we could all have a good time… and since Jin couldnt make it why don’t you make the most of the gig, and just relax?’

The knowing smirk she shoots your way has you rolling your eyes, despite your smile, cursing her boyfriend (who you had yet to meet) for not showing up, before you resign yourself to loosening up as she bumps your hip with her own, turning your attention back to the stage so that you could relax like she’d said-

-only to be met by the same pair of piercing brown eyes that had been staring at you for the past 10 minutes.

How was his stare rendering you so helpless, even as he continued to whirl around the stage; following the dance routine that he’d obviously performed thousands of times before?

‘By the looks of it you’ve already caught someone’s attention.’

The edge of your mouth curls as you peer at your friend from the corner of your eye, the usual fantasies of a relationship with a nice guy having already flickered through your mind with Mr stare-y in the leading role, and so when you see her raising her brows knowingly at you, you cant help but smother a chuckle against the back of your hand before you try to play it off as taking another sip of your drink.

‘You’ve gone coy! ...you like what you see, don’t you?!’ your friend exclaims, shoving your shoulder lightly which forces a giggle from you, and to try and escape her teasing you force yourself to turn back to the stage. The second you find him again within the group of bodies, you notice he’s now wearing a large, dazzlingly white smile on his face, and you cant help but think he might have been watching the interaction between you and your friend.

As your friend proceeds to nudge at you, asking you ridiculous questions about if you ‘like how broad his shoulders were’ or ‘have you noticed how muscular he is?’, you can only continue to watch obsessively the way the group flowed as one, and how the one who’d been staring at you seemed to work as a beautifully, perfectly crafted, hot, cog in a finely tuned machine.

Without evening realizing, you find yourself clapping enthusiastically as the show comes to an end, your attention at this point wholly consumed by the guy as he joins his group in bowing at the front of the stage, and as he stands up once again your breath is stolen from you with the look he sends your way; a look that most definitely said ‘I’m coming for you’.

Your eyes follow him during the groups final speech, and even so far as him walking off into the back wings of the stage, before you finally turn back to your friend, cheeks slightly pinker than usual and the attempt at covering a smile tragically failing.

‘I’m going to find a way to introduce you two.’

If you had any of your drink left you would have choked on it in that moment. Thankfully, all you can do is gawp and begin to quickly shake your head, reaching out for your friend’s arm to try and stop her before she starts backing up and quickly runs off, vanishing into the crowds of bodies that were gathered in the slightly too small space.

‘Oh my god. I’m going to kill her. She told me we were just coming to a casual, quiet concert….I’m not dressed for this!’ You mutter under your breath, beginning to worry your lip as you look around for all of two seconds before heading to the bar for salvation, figuring if you had at least one more drink in you, then you’d loosen up a bit, and potentially not remember anything embarrassing you were about to do in the morning.

‘What can I get for you, maam?’ the bartender asks as you approach, the only great thing about the venue you’d been brought to that night, being your admittance into the VIP section and its ease of access to alcohol….and the cute guy.

‘Can I just get a Gin and Tonic, please?’

‘Make that two.’

The hairs raise all over your body as the voice pipes up beside you, the slow approaching shadow that begins to stretch across the surface of the bar causing heat to rush over the left hand side of your skin, pulling your attention like a magnet toward the face you somehow knew you were about to see.

‘Do you mind if I join you?’

His voice was like a siren to you, and the way he rose an eyebrow with his inquest hypnotized you as you shook your head subconsciously, clearly some part of you wanting to keep up the ‘normal person’ façade you’d been carrying at the party so far. However, all you can do is watch him as he settles against the bar beside the stool you were perched on, a glimmer of sweat slowly builing near his temples from the performance he’d just finished, and you cant help but wonder how he’d gotten to you so fast- the others, after a subtle glimpse around the VIP lounge, nowhere to be seen.

‘I’ve never seen you before. Are you with the company?’ he asks in a smooth voice, as though he hadn’t just been practically sprinting around a stage only moments before, drawing your attention back to him as the bartender passes both of your drinks toward you, nodding only toward the man beside you, before walking away, never even giving you a chance to pay. It takes you a few moments to process his question, your frantically racing heart almost causing your body to shake in its vigor, the muscle not helped in the slightest by the way he tilts his head to watch you in wait of your answer, his apparently subconscious smolder forcing the heat into your cheeks.

‘Actually, no.’ you murmur quietly, before you manage to get a hold of yourself and clear your throat to explain, noting the minor hint of panic that flashes across his eyes as they stare at you, before you speak, wondering what he’d been thinking to have looked so worried.

‘My friend is a make-up artist for the company. She forced me to come tonight because her boyfriend had to attend a meeting last minute.’

The sight of his lip curling slightly at the edge after you’d told him about your friend, has the heat from your cheeks flooding to the rest of your body, the almost sexy smirk flashing up toward you as his eyes fix themselves on yours, rendering you helpless to the man’s beauty.

‘Ah, would this friend of yours be Sohyun-sshi?’ he asks, chasing his question with a sip of his drink, and you have to force yourself to focus instead of getting lost in the way his neck muscles contract as he swallows, the rippling of his smooth skin luring you into a trance of admiration.

‘Uh…yeah?’ you respond, frowning as you try to work out how he’d guessed immediately, and without you realizing a small smile begins to curl your lips, as you finding yourself watching him turn his body to face you, a smile dancing around his own lips as his eyes travel briefly around your face.

‘I only know because I told her to bring a friend in the first place. …she just thought I’d get jealous of her plus one.’

The chuckle that escapes you at his quick whit forces his smile to grow wider, and you have to look away from him to regain your composure at the effect of his startlingly beautiful smile on your nerves, catching sight of your friend in the process with one of the other members of the group, and smirking at the wink she sends you before she resumes her conversation.

‘Are you still?...jealous of her plus one, I mean?’ you ask suddenly, a renewed sense of confidence lacing itself into your veins, and you find yourself biting lightly at your lower lip as you look back to the man in front of you, taking in the way his eyes had widened slightly at your flirting, before that same smirk begins to grow on his face once more as his gaze finds yours again, having before been fixed on your lips.

‘Yes. …but only because she has your number and I don’t.’

The air that had been making its way into your lungs freezes as he takes you by surprise. The curve ball he’d presented you with ridding you of any suaveness you may have been conducting yourself with, and replacing it with a giddily happy smile and reddened cheeks that have you attempting to cover your face with your hand.

‘Was that too much?’ he suddenly asks, his expression as you look back up at him due to his sudden change of tone revealing a concerned look, as though he was genuinely worried about what you thought of him because of your shy reaction.

‘No, no. It was just really smooth.’ You quickly explain, wanting to put him at ease, a subconscious need to see him smile again forcing you to reach your hand out to lay over his. Yet, the minute you realise what you’ve done, you find yourself freezing, unsure of how to proceed with the situation.

Its only after a second passes, during which you’re both stood frozen in shock at your move, that you watch as he turns his hand over on the bar so that his fingers could gently intertwine with yours, the intimacy of the move sharpening all of your senses to a pinprick.

‘Good.’ He says quietly, drawing your attention back up to his face before he proceeds;

‘Cause I really would like your number.’

You cant wipe the smile off of your face as you tap your number into his phone that he digs out from his pocket, nor when he puts his into yours, commenting on how cute the wallpaper of your little chihuahua ‘Johnny’ was, and explaining that he missed his own dog since it had to stay at his family’s home in Busan due to his job.

‘Oh, you’re from Busan?’ you cant help but ask in reaction, having noted a slight accent to the occasional word he’d spoken, and your question causes the tips of his cheekbones to redden, the way his eyes flicker back up to yours as he hands your phone back to you being the cutest thing you think you’d seen all year.

‘Ah, yeah…’ he says nervously, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as though he considered it a bad thing… but he couldn’t be more wrong.

‘I’ve always wanted to go there.’

You were starting to love the flash of happiness in his eyes that came about whenever you surprised him, the past 5 minutes that you’d been talking to him having already proven in your mind that you wanted to know everything about the man in front of you- that thought scaring you and exciting you in equal amounts.

‘You’ve never been to Busan?’ he asks incredulously, a huge grin stretching his face.

‘Nope. My parents are business people so I was dragged abroad for a lot of the family holidays, and since I’ve started work, ive just never had the chance to visit.’ You explain, taking in the way he relaxes into his casual lean against the bar, his hand that had subconsciously (for both of you) found its way to hold yours, gently stroking its thumb across your knuckles as he speaks.

‘It sounds like you’ve seen a lot of the world. I mean-…except the best part; Busan.’

‘Maybe you could show me sometime.’

Mirroring smiles of eagerness stretch across your faces with the insinuation your comment made, and you couldn’t help but begin to hope that the man before you felt the same way you did; that he felt the strong connection that had lead your eyes to him on the stage in the first place.

‘That would be-‘

‘Jungkookie! Why did you run off so quickly? You missed the group picture.’

You jump out of your skin at the loud interruption by the person who suddenly appears beside the handsome man before you, your surprise causing your hand to fall from his grasp, and you feel instant regret at the sight of his eyes flickering momentarily to your hand now in your lap, before they turn on his friend.

‘Hoseok-hyung, uh, actually I-‘

‘Who’s your friend? I don’t think we’ve met before.’

The beautiful man (who you now knew went by the name of ‘Jungkook’) sighed at the comment made by the man beside him, obviously aggravated due to the interruption. However, in keeping with your polite nature, you couldn’t help but bow in greeting as you introduce yourself, catching the small smile from Jungkook beside him as you tell him your name, the butterflies battering your insides taking notice too.

‘A pleasure to meet you, Y/n. Do you work for the company?-‘

‘She came with Sohyun.’ Jungkook quickly cuts in before you could respond, blinking shyly when he realizes how suddenly he’d spoken, and you take note of the way Hoseok narrows his eyes suspiciously at him, before he smiles back up at you.

‘Ah! I was just speaking with Sohyun! She did mention she brought her friend. Although when she was telling me about you she said you were pretty, but that’s wrong.’

For a moment you’re taken aback by what Hoseok had said, trying to work out if he meant the statement as the insult it sounded, but just as Jungkook whips his head up angrily at his friend, an amused smile blooms across his face as he squeezes his younger friend’s shoulder.

‘Pretty is far too simple an adjective. You’re much more than stunning.’

As much as the comment makes you blush and smile shyly at Hoseok, Jungkook’s continued anger doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you watch as he stands up properly from the bar and shrugs his friend’s hand from his shoulder

‘Well, it was nice of you to check up on me, Hyung. But I think its time you saw Sihyuk now, don’t you?’

The note of irritation in his voice is all too clear to everyone involved in the little gathering, but still Jungkook insists uncaringly that his friend leaves, Hoseok grinning at you mischeiviously all the while that his friend tries to shove him away, until eventually he gives one sharp chuckle of amusement, waves quickly at you and saunters off, winking at Jungkook as he goes and leaving the other guy stood staring after him moodily.

‘Well…he seems…nice?’

‘He’s probably gone to get the others.’ You hear Jungkook mutter, frowning into the crowd of people all chatting and mingling in the dim light of the area, but before you could respond to his comment, he’s quickly spinning to look at you, a look of fearful determination on his face.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’

You hadn’t expected this situation when you’d left your house that night. Thinking you’d have to stay a little while longer after the show at the party whilst your friend spoke to all of her colleagues, before dragging her home so that you could curl up in bed and watch the tv show you’d been binge watching.

But ever since you’d first laid your eyes on the man before you, you knew you were going to do anything you could to know him, to find out who he was.

And that thought alone, coupled with the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he continued to stare in fearful hope at you, causes you to make your decision; returning your drink to the bar top, sliding off of your stool, and taking his hand eagerly as you smile up at him.

‘Lets go.’

(T.B.C)

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sainadazai · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Welcome to U.A highschool!

How you got in, you had no clue, but you were thrilled none-the-less as you approached the large building on the first day of school. See, compared to the others at your entrance exam, you hadn't really stood out.

It was a really tough time considering your whole life was spent getting ready for that moment, but you truly underestimated the people you were up against.

One boy, was flying around on burst of fire, knocking out robot after robot, and you were knelt on the floor still disassembling your first one. Throughout it you couldnt stop comparing your own skills to everyone else's, and everyone else seemed better.

So it came as a huge suprise when a hologram of all-might himself announced that you had been scored second place out of all the applicants. Coming in at 68 points. Maybe the stress kept you from actually counting how many robots you had rendered immobile, or completely turned to mush.

After thinking about it, the test really had been catered to your quirk, you were bound to succeed. Quirk- metal shift vs a ton of robots? Why had you been so worried?

The confidence boost from your score led you to this day, a prideful glint in your eyes as you marched through the halls of U.A. trying to find your class.

Rounding a corner, the sight of a large door with 1A on it met your eyes. Why had the door been so tall? Would there be giants in your class? Is that even a quirk that exists?

So many questions circled your mind, as well as excitement. See, spending your earlier years training all the time had really impacted your social life, or lack-there-of. Being busy means no friends, being a nerd means no friends, being cocky means, you guessed it- no friends.

A hero school had to be different, though. Everyone here would understand the need to focus on work, theyd just be able to work together with you. Opening the door, your face held excitement for the possible friends on the other side. Excitement to have conversations with people, instead of your cat, mochi.

What you didnt account for was how scary it would be for somebody who spent the last 16 years being friends with a cat, to talk to other girls. Or boys. Or anyone.

"Hi, my names mina ashido! I saw you at the exam. Your so cool!"

There she was, a pink skinned girl with beautiful curly hair shaking around in an afro as she spoke. Her black and yellow eyes shiny and focused on you. She had you cornered between her well-toned body and the door, jumping around and advancing.

It must've been years since anyone but your mom had called you 'cool'. Must have been months since another kid innitiated conversation with you. Were you meant to know what to say? Were you supposed to be sorry? That was ussually what you said when people confronted you like this at your old school.

A smile was spread across her round cheeks, so she must not be upset with you. Was it an upset smile? Well, best to just apologize and wait to talk to someone more calm.

You tried to tame your wide eyes and flustered stance before looking the ground and muttering an apology.

Little did you know how her face dropped in confusion at the interaction. She had just wanted to make friends after all. Mina had really not understood the apology either, sure that she had definitely given you a complement.

However a green haired boy entered the room and she was quickly distracted.

A new problem arose now. Where to sit? The plan to be friendly and extroverted had taken a fatal plumet, so in the old y/ns nature, you settled at the seat closest to the back. A boy with dual colored hair sat in the desk next to you, looking fairly unbothered by the other students.

Assuming this wasn't on purpose, you figured you'd try again with the friends thing. So after setting your bag down and sitting quietly in your seat. Allowing the ruffles of your skirt to become even more-so.

"Uhm, hi?" You tilted your head at him, in question with yourself.

His eyes lifted from what he was reading to see if he recognized you, when he didn't they returned to his book. Staring only a side glance.

Well there goes your big ol ego from the exam results. Guess you'll take a jump back into the sea of self doubt.

You slumped sadly in your seat, the boy was quite pretty, hair vibrant red and shining white. Pale skin, all over except for a large scar over his eye. You wondered if it hurt? Or was it old enough to just be a painful memory? Was it even a scar, it could be a birthmark?

Thoughts circled your head like that often, you were just always so curious. How could you not be curious when you knew so little?

Shifting uncomfortable in your seat, and relentlessly shraightening your uniform you caught on to the other conversations in the room.

A mean looking boy sat with his feet on the desk, while another frantically told him to stop. It was quite the funny scene, you even found yourself smiling at it. How can it be so easy for them, you wished you had maybe taken more time to read on social dynamics before applying here.

Maybe you could read more about it when you got home? I'd be nice to interact like that some day.

A green haired boy looked very flustered as he spoke with a female classmate. Everyone seemed to be in the class, you counted 20 people.

"If your just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now"

I looked all around me but couldnt tell where that deep voice came from. Must be an authoritive figure, or else why would he threaten our places here?

Still not finding the origin of the voice, it spoke again.

"Welcome to U.A.'s hero course.." The monotone of it was quite jarsh, but the voice was soothing in a way. Deep and rumbley and soothing? Your thoughts were getting ahead of you, really.

Then, over by the entrance, a yellow caterpillar stood up and unzipped itself. Wait, what?

Out stepped a black haired man, dressed in a long sleave shirt.

"It took eight seconds for you to shut up, thats not gonna work. Time is precious."

He completely dropped his shell of yellow to the floor.

"Rational students would understand that."

Four students stood right in front of the man, shock and disbelief on their faces. Why hadnt they realized he is our teacher? Are they dumb? If so, how'd they get into U.A.?

From the way he refered to us and his assertive tone, he must be the teacher. Thats also made obvious by our current lack of teacher, him being the only adult in the room. What was that yellow thing though?

"Hello, Im shota aizawa, your teacher."

Yes, you knew that. However, it seems everyone surrounding you was taken aback by this. All simotaneously gasping at his statement.

"Right, lets get to it, put these on and head outside" he held up a p.e. uniform, clear enough instruction.

So students shuffled around to grab uniforms and head to bathrooms til we all made it outside.

"What!? A quirk assesment test!?" The whole class question, too loudly for your liking.

However you did question on the inside. It would make sense your teacher wanted to scope your abilities now, that way progress could be measurable. It would also help him know what he is working with.

A squeaky voiced girl worried about missing orientation, but you were dreaming that anyway. You wanted to be a hero, and it wasnt allowed to use your quirk elsewhere. So this was possibly the best start to the day.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirk before."

Bold of him to assume. You hadn't actually learned that cheating was bad until the age of 10 so, until then, you used your quirk for everything. Cheating tests included, but it would be fun to see how this played out.

The faces around you were all focused and stiff, ready for whatever task this would present. The dual haired boy being amongst those stiff faces, but his seemed almost bored. He didn't really act like he wanted to be her at all.

That made you mad, why even come if you don't wanna be here? Its so hard to get in here, and there were other people like you out there, who have wanted this since they were born. He would waste a spot just so he could be bored?

"Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam," Mr.Aizawa adresses that boy you were worried about.

You remembered his face, how he was beating you so fluidly the whole time. However, if he scored highest, your only one rank below him. Hope he is a strong competidor for first, so it'll be all the more glorifying when you take that spot from under him.

"What was your furthest throw with a softball, when you were in junior high?"

"67 meters i think..."

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk. "

"Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, your wasteing our time."

"Alright man, you asked for it.." He stretched his arms, confidence written all over his face.

What a fun rival, if only you could actually speak with him. If this is what all of you will have to do, not sure how succecful you can be. You quirk is awesome for sparring and combat, but throwing a ball? Your gonna have to figure that one out quick, before you start of the year with a bad grade.

The blonde swung his arm back, and around in a baseball pitch motion. Then as he release it, some sort of explosion emmited from his hand. Softball no where to be seen, you glanced around at my fellow students. Shock, especially the green haired boy, they were all shocked.

You wanted to be shocked, but you were aware of his power, he really didn't go all out in the entrance exam at all. This blasting was way stronger than what you saw him using on robots.

Yet, you werent shocked, you were impressed, excited, thrilled to have other strong quirks around.

You had to know everyones quirks as soon as possible, you had to make friends. This is why you came here, to be a hero. So when you glanced to your side, at the scar boy with a stone face, another thing was added to your list.

You were gonna get him to want to talk to you.

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Error

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Scifi, Angst, Robot Au

Words: 4.5K

Description: As requested by anon: “have u seen Vixx Error MV?? can i request a jungkook robot au based on the MV?? something along the storyline about after ur tragic death he couldnt live on without you so he made a robot that looks exactly like you and programmed all their memories they had together into the robot. but the police (well more those ppl in black from the MV lol) finds out about it and take actions. and so now you and her are trying to escape together.”

A/N: First off, I’m just going to say I love Vixx’s Error, and I’ve been wanting to write a robot au for a long time coming. I hope you don’t mind that I added my own little twist to this. Thank you for the request!

Jungkook stares at the humanoid robot positioned in front of him, tracing along every edge and curvature of the android that is an exact replica of the woman he has only able to see in his dreams since the day she left this world. Her eyes remained delicately closed, body rigid and lifeless, but her hair flowed naturally down towards her shoulders, and it reminds him of the exact way it used to flutter in the ocean breeze, the exact way it used to embody the familiar scent of her. He continues to gaze at the rendering machine, eyes flickering with ambiguity and swelling with imminent tears threatening to spill over. He is unsure of himself; uncertain of what he has done, and yet he cannot stop his heart from continuing to call out for someone his mind knows is already gone.

There is a kind of stillness in the room that makes Jungkook wholly hesitate one last time. His head throbs as the tiny voice of reason makes an attempt to crawl forward and awaken him, but he squeezes his skull with his hands, shutting it away before it can convince him to stop while he still can. Part of him knows this is not the answer, but a larger portion of him doesn’t care because he’s too close to stop now. He holds his breath, thrashing in his self-created penitentiary, shaking violently and coercing the voice to go away, and when it finally does, he’s ready to proceed without any more disruptions.

An eerie silence looms as the approaching finale instigates the slow churning rise of apprehension in his chest. He inhales and exhales, gradually calming his stiffened body and proceeds to finish off what he started.

After months of burying himself in the lab--designing, experimenting, and building—driven purely by his grief stricken heart and the determination of a madman, he was finally one step away from completion.

This was it.

He was one step away from bringing you back.

…

9 Months Ago

Whoever came up with the five stage of loss was spewing bullshit.

Jungkook has been stuck in limbo, slipping between the stratums of earth and hell for weeks, and the fact that his therapist kept telling him that time will heal the deepest of wounds was infuriating and maddening because Jungkook doesn’t buy any of it, especially not when he’s fully convinced that he has the ability to bring you back.

“Jungkook, are you sure about this? You understand that it’s illegal right?”

“No one has to find out. You won’t tell the authorities, will you?” Jungkook looks at him intently, eyes burning and desperate, nonverbally begging the older male to keep this secret, to hide it between the two of them for as long as need be. Of all the people in this world, Jungkook trusted Yoongi, and he knew for a fact that Yoongi would never rat him out.

Yoongi looks at the younger male with pitiful eyes and has no choice but to let out a defeated sigh. He knows Jungkook won’t listen to him anyways because any sort of reasoning just ends up going through one ear and out the other. Jungkook is too stubborn, too hopelessly in love with his dead girlfriend to think straight, to accept any kind of consolation offered in hopes of getting him to move on with his life because he still thinks it’s his fault.

That accident was a tragedy, and no one could’ve predicted that semi-truck would collide with his SUV that day. But he still chooses to imprison himself in guilt because he insists he could’ve prevented the unavoidable. And Yoongi can’t fucking stand to see him in pain, he can’t bear to see the kid continue to live in perpetual torment brought on by something that he had no control over, but the whole idea of creating a conscious robot did not sit well with the older male.

Yoongi looks back up at Jungkook, who was still waiting for an affirmative response. At least Jungkook wasn’t crying until his tears ran dry or showing up with sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes from not being able to eat or sleep for days. He was maybe doing a tad bit better after the tragedy that happened three months ago, and although Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s because of this crazy idea or if he’s actually just moving to the next emotional stage of loss, he figures it’s much better to be trusted by the younger male than to be seen as an enemy so that way he can at least be of aid if worse comes to worst.

“No. I won’t tell anyone.” Yoongi murmurs, sighing once more.

Jungkook’s lips curve into the faintest of smiles, something Yoongi hasn’t seen the lights of in a long time. “Thanks.”

And then he’s gone, disappearing for the next six months.

…

Memory download complete.

Your eyes gently flutter open, squinting as your system adjusted to the artificial lights streaming down from the ceiling. Lost in a confused daze, you take a moment to stabilize, scanning the surrounding area to gain some sort of a footing, so at least you could process how to proceed from here. You don’t really feel anything unbearable, nothing you can’t handle with a bit of buffering from your hard-wired code, that is, until you see him.

Jeon Jungkook

The flood of emotions that washes over you the moment you recognize him instantly is overwhelming, to the point where it’s almost too overpowering to fully comprehend, too much for your system to logically handle, which shouldn’t actually be possible but somehow is. He’s looking at you with anticipation, eyes glittering with the tears he’s trying so hard to hold in.

“Jungkook” You voice, stepping forward and throwing yourself into his arms.

He welcomes your embrace immediately, enveloping you in his arms as securely as he can. Caressing your head as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, like he was afraid you would vanish if he didn’t hold you tightly enough. And it feels familiar; the same way it has felt when he hugged you on multiple occasions in the past, only now, it’s even more desperate, and he’s even more unwilling to let go.

“Y/N” He breathes out in relief and rapture as his tears finally tumble over, streaming down his cheeks and onto your exposed shoulders, and you can feel their warmth, the anguish they carry with them, and you can sense his pain in the most undiluted way. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, Jungkook.” You whisper back despite not being able to understand the precise reason for your response, but seeing him quelled a deeply rooted longing that you are just now becoming hyper aware of. You can fully grasp the cause for his unbearable yearning, the origin of why every inch of his body was conveying elation at the sight of you. However, simultaneously, you felt that there was something important missing, something you didn’t have the means to obtain the link for or find a way to trace it back to the source data.

“You remember me, right?” He pulls away slowly, holding you by the shoulders and searching within your synthetic eyes for that indisputable glint of recognition, the confirmation that his experiment was a success, and he had indeed brought you back. His features are laced with expectancy, and you can tell he’s grappling with the fear that you don’t remember him, and he failed.

You nod your head deliberately, flashing him an endearing smile. “Of course.”

At the sound of your words, he returns the gesture fondly and exhales deeply. “I can’t believe you’re back.” He breathes out, leading you over to the bench and sitting you down beside him. “How do you feel?”

The question catches you off guard, you don’t know why there’s such an opposing mixture of emotions playing inside of you. “Happy to see you.” You blurt out, despite knowing it was a white lie. It hurts, but for some reason you don’t want to tell him that it does.

He smiles again, and the pain within you subsides momentarily. “Me too.”

“I’m sorry I left” The words come out before you’ve made a prediction about the response they would elicit. You aren’t sure if it will work, but you wanted to get one fact straight right away.

A shadow hovers over his irises, and the aching inside of you swells once more. “It was my fault. I should’ve reacted faster.” He lowers his gaze even more. “I wish it was me instead of you.”

You close your eyes, replaying that moment of seeing the girl drenched in blood, lying unconscious in a totaled vehicle, and you understand. You know that you are supposed to be the girl he is longing to see. “No, Jungkook. It’s not your fault. It was an accident, no one could’ve predicted those events to happen that day. And please stop wishing you could’ve taken my place.”

He takes your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb in the way you’ve always loved most. “You’re right.” He agrees. “But it doesn’t matter now, you’re here and that’s all that matters.”

His words do not provide you the unadulterated comfort that he intends. They are sincere, but they’re only pieces of the whole that is still broken, and you know it’s only a band aid covering a wound that has not been disinfected. “You’ve been through too much.” You squeeze his hand firmly, leaning your head against his chest just like the way you used.

“Anything for you.” Jungkook doesn’t pay attention to the strange sensation of persuading himself he’s brought you back from the dead. He’s completely fine with allowing his brain to continue tricking himself into thinking you are no different from the girl he lost in that car accident a year ago.

But you on the other hand, are unable to ignore what you perceive to be a miscalculation.

…

“Do you like it?” Jungkook says, walking you into your new bedroom connected to his lab.

You look around at the spacious replica of the old room you shared with him back before you had died, complete with cream colored walls decorated with paintings and photos of the two of you in your happiest moments, a dresser for both of your clothes, your vanity lined with cosmetics and your favorite stuffed animals, his shelf of action figures and comic books, and finally a king-sized bed with white sheets placed directly in the center. It resembled the bedroom from your memories down to the very last detail, and you can’t ignore the bittersweet taste in your heart as you stood there, staring at the visual evidence of Jungkook’s attempt to restore that which cannot be repaired. “You have a very good memory.” You comment.

He laughs for the first time in 12 months, the sound saturating the room strangely foreign to his own ears, but nevertheless completely genuine. “I scanned it and used 3-D printing technology. Piece of cake.”

You throw him a playful grin. “Boastful now, are we?”

“It’s not bragging if it’s the truth.”

“Never heard of that one.” You cock a brow.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, realizing it’s been a year since he’s cracked a joke. “It’s been too long, I’ve lost my touch.”

“Well, let’s bring it back then.” You nudge him in the shoulder, and he responds by reaching over and tickling you until you are both squirming on the floor giggling like the good old days.

When the two of you calm down for your laughing fit, you continue to lie on the floor together as Jungkook takes you in his arms once more. And it’s not that you didn’t enjoy being like this with him more than anything else, but the glaring fault line is there again, and it’s cutting into you like shards of glass gripped in the palms of your hands.

“And to think I almost listened when they told me to let you go.” He tilts his head down to look at you, expression unreadable, but you can sense his grip on that shard of glass, and you know he thinks ignoring the blood oozing out of his hand will make the stinging go away because that’s what your system wants you to think as well.

But it’s a lie because the wound is growing deeper.

“It would’ve been less painful.” You tell him, almost wanting to be more adamant about the statement.

He shakes his head. “I’ll never be able to.” He whispers.

The look in his eyes is exactly how you feel when he voices those words. A mixture of emotions that are indescribable except through the endless stories built by all the memories the two of you have shared, and the reality of having a future of infinite possibilities taken away, stolen abruptly so that you are only left with fading pages of a lost life.

You scoot in closer to him and hug him snugly. Taking in every piece of sensory information you are provided in that intimate position. You are listening to every vibration of his body, the sound of his heartbeat, and his calming whispers, and in that instant you can feel yourself inching that much closer to the missing source despite knowing you’ll never reach it.

…

Over the next few weeks, the error that had made itself known since the moment you opened your eyes for the first time is kept at bay through your interactions with Jungkook. From the moment you wake in the morning until the day comes to its inevitable end, he is with you. He is always with you, and the fact that you would never want to have it any other way, makes you feel selfish because you were fully aware that his love for you is more than you deserve. He’s beautiful just like this world he has gifted you the ability to experience, and everything about the days you are allowed to spend with him leaves you breathless even if those ephemeral emotions are artificial. He’s covering your shared wounds with his undying affection until the surface heals while the infection below is allowed to resume spreading beneath the scars, and even though the pain is reduced to a dull throbbing, it never vanishes completely.

But he does it because he can’t let go of you.

And it’s not that Jungkook was very good at hiding his own pain or deceiving himself into trusting that everything was perfect. It was the fact that he had literally become immune to his actions, unable to focus on treating the problem rather than the symptoms. But you completely understand him because he made you feel like your life with him was authentic, existent, and tangible. In his embrace, you are able to set your worries aside temporarily. While listening to his voice you can’t help but believe in his words. Seeing his smile you are gifted the hope that everything can potentially work out. But it wasn’t long before the superficiality of the life you have forced yourself to consider valid is actually counterfeit, and you can never run away from such a fundamental issue.

“Y/N, I have good news!”

“What is it Jungkook?” You turn around to face him as he wraps you in his arms in excitement.

“I’ve figured out how to turn myself into a cyborg.” He announces in an utterly delighted tone that sends your system directly into panic mode.

“What?!” You pull away from him, shaking your head and trying to register his words. “No, why would you do that?”

His smile drops when he realizes your reaction was not the one he had expected to witness. “So we can be together. Isn’t that great?” He peers at you hopefully, waiting for a different response.

Together. For some reason, the word hits you suddenly like a harsh gust of wind that snaps a thick branch off of a tree because you are reminded in that instant of realization that being with him was not right. It was never right to begin with, and no matter how expertly you try to hide your mistake, it always comes back to bite. It is then that the cause of the missing source finally revealed itself, and it only took one decision from him for you to locate the reason for why all of this felt so wrong.

You were not who he assumes you to be, and you do not belong with him in such circumstances.

“Yes, it is” Your voice is detached as you force yourself to agree with him, but Jungkook is too enthusiastic to notice your change in demeanor to read in between the lines. “When will you start?” You inquire, hiding the true motive behind your words.

“Tomorrow” He grins, eyes disappearing only to be replaced by smile lines and a pair of bunny teeth that makes your metal ribcage feel warm, even though it’s not and never will be.

…

There’s an urgent pounding at the door of Jungkook’s lab the next day, right as he is about to render the machine to undergo the transformation.

“Who’s that?” He says to no one in particular, thinking that it was maybe Yoongi coming to check up on him.

You stay silent, watching him closely as he walks towards the door. The trepidation sowing within you is beginning to sprout, but all you can do is wait passively.

“Who-“ Jungkook is cut off as the group of men in black suits forcefully barge in unwelcomed. “Hey!” He shouts as they head straight towards you. “What are you-”

“Grab her!” One of them orders as another man behind him walks up to you and binds both of your arms behind your back.

You scream, but Jungkook is quick to react, sprinting over to your side within a matter of seconds and ripping the suited man off of you.

“We need to get out of here!” He urges, intertwining his hand with yours and making a run for it. You follow as he tugs on your arm, running after him as he keeps your hand gipped firmly within his, and you almost wish you could stay like that forever, that nothing else mattered as long as he was with you.

The two of you run outside, and it’s the first time you feel the warm rays of the sun hit your artificial skin directly. It’s so warm and comforting, a sensation supposedly foreign but so familiar because it’s a physical reminder of all the sunlit days you’ve spent with Jungkook in the past, those from the memories he has gifted you, and it prompts you to momentarily forget that you are running from people who are going to take you away and lock you up because that lovely feeling swelling inside of you is melting everything else away.

“Where are we going?” You shout, keeping your legs moving at the same pace as Jungkook’s.

“The mountains” He replies between raged breaths. “We can hide up there until I figure out a plan.”

You ignore the feeling of guilt that is beginning to nag at you. You hate yourself for putting him through all of this, for continuing to allow him to believe in what the two of you had even though you knew it was wrong. You had known all along. His misjudgment was understandable, but yours wasn't, because your mind was always clear and you’ve always had the power to make things right. You sensed the error in the beginning, and yet you still chose to live in the lie that continues to eat away at Jungkook.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Everything will be ok. I won’t let them take you away.” His reassuring words hit you like a bucket of ice water and the faint smile tugging at his lips as he turns to glance at you with glassy doe-eyes is a bloodstained dagger jabbing into your chest cavity. And that’s when you realized how much you truly loved him and how unconditionally grateful you were to receive his love despite the circumstances for why he loved you and how flawed everything was, and in that moment you make a promise to yourself that you will end everything and put him out of his misery.

The trail up the mountain is steep, but Jungkook is strong and determined to make it to the top. You watch the trees fly by as the two of you raced though the forest, the sent of musky wood and wild grasses filling your senses and throwing you back to when you and Jungkook had gone camping for the very first time, how happy he was on that day and how that memory seems to only cause him pain now. The contrast only strengthens your resolve, and it wasn’t long before the two of you reach the clearing on the edge of the cliff.

“How could they have found out?” Jungkook shakes his head, covering his face with his hands as he stops to catch his breath. It was impossible, he never let any of the information he was using leak out, and the only other person he told about you was Yoongi. It couldn’t have been him could it?

“I contacted them through my system.” You mumur softly, causing him to freeze in place and his eyes to lift up, meeting yours with growing misunderstanding.

“What?” It comes out as a muted whisper. “You did what?” He takes a step closer and you take one back. “Y/N, why? Why would you tell them?” He rushes up and grips you by the shoulders, examining your body to see if any discernible malfunctions were obvious and he had just been stupid enough to miss it.

You shake your head, fighting your internal system that was trying to convince you what you did was a mistake because it wasn’t, and you knew deep down that you had to do it. “I can’t sit back and watch you ruin yourself any longer.” There are dry tears where real ones should belong in your eyes, and although they don’t stream down your cheek the way they are supposed to, the invisible substance is still able to convey the excruciating agony that has planted itself in the core of your metallic heart. You lift an arm to caress his warm cheek, moistened by his own freshly produced human tears, and he feels so familiar and so endearing that you almost feel alive like her, the missing source that you could never be, and in that infinitesimal second you’re almost able to persuade yourself that despite not being her, you are still real and you have the power to release Jungkook from his self made prison.

So you step back.

Further and further, and it takes all the strength you have to not stop.

“Y/N! NO!!!” He’s screaming, but the world is being drowned out by his desperation. He’s rooted in place, unable to move his numb limbs that are starting to give way. “What are you doing!?” He croaks.

You smile at him one last time before taking the last step towards the edge of the cliff.

“I’m setting you free.”

…

“Listen, Jungkook, I know it’s hard.” Yoongi begins, walking over and settling down on the couch of his apartment next to Jungkook. It had been two weeks since your self-destruction, and Jungkook was finally beginning to wake up.

“I keep making errors” Jungkook shakes his head, balling his hands into fists.

“You’ve only made one error thus far.” The younger male looks up, confused. “Turning her into a robot and thinking that was the equivalent of bringing her back.”

“I thought it worked.” Jungkook’s voice is hollow and empty because he’s not even confident in his own statement.

“I know you programmed her to be identical to Y/N, but she wasn’t Y/N.” Yoongi scoots over quietly and places a tender arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, rubbing his arm calmingly. “You put your memories of her into her, but that’s a completely different standpoint of how Y/N perceived you when she was alive.”

“W-what do you mean? They were memories of us. She knew us. She recognized me.” Jungkook stares off into space, eyebrows furrowing, and head throbbing once more.

“There are two halves of a relationship, two different perspectives that make up the whole.” Yoongi explains. “Those two halves are the same story from opposite points of view. I’m sure she sensed it somewhere along the way, and that’s what made her ultimately destroy herself. She must’ve understood the immense amount of pain you were in and used her artificial intelligence to calculate how to save you.”

“So it would’ve worked if I had somehow used Y/N’s memories instead?”

Yoongi shakes his head sadly. “No matter what you could’ve done, that robot could not have been Y/N. There is only one Y/N in this universe, just like there is only one version of each of us.” Yoongi sighs, pausing to come up with an easier way of looking at the concept. “Look, I don’t want to go into all these theories of what makes us who we are, but I’d like to think there’s much more to us than just flesh, blood, atoms, particles, and even memories. Wouldn’t you also like to think that Y/N was much more than what could be described by ordinary things?”

“Yeah, she was breathtaking and unbelievable in so many ways.”

Jungkook closes his eyes, picturing the last time you smiled at him in the passenger’s seat, how the appearance of your dimples and sparkling eyes made his heart feel so full and warm, like the rays of sunlight that cascade over flowery meadows in the summer and the diamond-like crystals of dazzling snowflakes in the winter. Then his mind drifts over to the you he created with those same memories, the way your artificial features mimicked almost the exact same gesture, making those emotions manifest into tentative form, close enough to feel under the tips of his fingers. And even though it wasn’t the you he had intended to create, he still loved you almost just as much, in almost the exact same way.

“Do you think she loved me?” He asks after a long moment of silence.

“I’m certain they both did.” Yoongi answers.

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#bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bangtan bookclub #sfwbangtan #btswriters #jungkook fanfic #bts scenarios #jungkook x reader #it's not as heavy on the scifi as i normally like to go #but i really wanted to focus on the emotions because the mv really embodied that kind of style #i watched it so many times to try and capture that lol #it's not perfect but #hopefully it's ok #thanks for the request!#requested

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