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iamthenerdqueen · 8 months

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The Red String of Faith - Chapter X

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

slight twigger warnings:Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter V, Chapter VI, Chapter VII, Chapter VIII, Chapter IX. Next

While Lia was getting her world rocked, Lyra was actually going on the date she and Mingi had haphazardly planned.

“Listen, you’re probably the only person I’ve met who hates cream cheese like I do and cream in savory food. It just gives me the ick,” Lyra said across the table to Mingi as they ate their dinner.

Really it had started a little awkward as they were trying to determine where to get food, both of them being not picky but also very attached to their comfort foods. Eventually, they came across a small restaurant that seemed to have a diverse enough menu and seemed private enough that it was comfortable for them.

“Exactly, there is something just gross about food with cream cheese as the base and cream. I like cheese in some things just not as the main thing in a dish,” Mingi said while chewing on a piece of his steak.

“Like we were saying earlier, we are not picky eaters, just not adventurous eaters.” Lyra said to him before giggling as he tried to wink at her across the table, it just ended up with him blinking at her. Their whole night had been like this, honestly since they had started getting ready in their hotel room they had been giggling or making each other laugh. Part of it was they hadn’t spent as much time together as they would have liked and were a bit awkward with each other, the other part was they were quickly finding that they were so similar it was impossible not to laugh.

They just sat there for a while chatting, going back and forth learning about one another, observing the others habits

“I’m sorry i’m eating so slowly, I-”

“You don’t need to apologize, you’re not eating too slow. I’m a fast eater, enjoy your food and take all the time you need or want, Bub.” Mingi just smiled at her as he continued to eat.

“Why do the two of you call me that, actually why do you have a nickname for all of us?” Mingi’s question was more than valid, they really had just been spitting out nicknames for the boys left and right.

“You know, I’m not entirely sure. It’s just something we’ve always done, well Lia started it when we were younger and it became a habit for both of us. It’s how we show some of our love I guess,” Lyra smiled at him and softly began to play with the fingers of his left hand that rested on the table between them.

“I like it, it makes me feel special,” there was something so charming in the way he smiled at her in that moment, it was almost hard to describe. It wasn’t like the sexy grins he would flash on stage, no this was something different. It made Lyra’s heart race and she could feel the heat rushing toward her cheeks.

This was all very different for Lyra, she had never been on a legitimate date before. Nothing like this, at least. Sure she had gone out with people, but there were never any real dates or anything where someone else had shown interest in her.

The waiter came and quietly left the bill on the edge of their table, before walking away to give them their privacy. Lyra reached over to her purse and began to pull out her wallet, she had full intent to pay. By the time she had gotten her card out of her wallet, Mingi was already handing the bill back to the waiter as he passed by the table.

“Uh, excuse me sir, I was going to pay,” Lyra said a little bewildered at how fast he had paid the bill.

“Sorry Doll, but you can’t pay tonight. I asked you on this date, so everything is my treat tonight.” Mingi was incredibly smooth when he wanted to be. In the next few minutes they were on their way out of the small restaurant and on their way to see the Paris nightlife.

The one thing Lyra loved about cities , especially ones as old as Pairs, was being able to walk everywhere and here there was so much history in the stones under their feet that made the nerdy side of Lyra come out just a little more than average. The real struggle was containing the urge to share all of her random ass facts stored away in her brain about Paris.

Lyra was losing the battle with herself pretty majorly as they walked towards the Champ de Mars gardens to sit and watch the Eiffel Tower light up the dark night sky,

“Did you know that it wasn't Marie Antoninette who said the famous quote ‘let them eat cake’ but it actually traces back to Jean-Jacques Rousseau about 24-years before the French revolution when Marie would have been 9 years-old or so.” Lyra was kinda rambling at this point but Mingi just listened with a small smile on his face and grabbed her hand in his as they walked. Mingi had a mask on his face, plus he had worn his glasses and had purposefully chosen some nondescript clothing. He wasn’t trying to hide that he was out on a date, no he really just didn’t want anyone to interrupt them or to take pictures of Lyra without her being able to make that choice.

“How do you remember so much? It’s like the whole world is locked away inside your brain, it’s so cute.” The mask on his face obstructed Lyra's view of his expressions, but she knew he was smiling from the way his eyes crinkled and the way his entire face lifted with his words.

They kept walking toward the gardens, playfully swinging their intertwined hands between the two of them. Their shoulders brushing against one another from time to time, it was the simple pleasure of just being with each other. It was peaceful to just walk with each other and to have this little romantic moment.

Mingi was even nice enough to place his own jacket on the ground so they could sit and look at the tower before them. It was one thing to see it during the day, but at night it was something completely different. Everything was as if they were two completely different people, no major things hanging over their heads. In this moment they were just two soulmates, together having a romantic date thinking about all the wonderful things they could do in this life with their 8 other partners.

“I was surprised when you asked me on a date earlier,” Lyra let him know as they stared up at the lights.

“Why? I was so nervous, I thought you’d say no,” He had pulled his mask down so they could talk a little more intimately and so they could read each other's facial expressions a bit better.

“I would never say no to a date with any of you, I love spending time with you. Every moment I get to spend with y’all is something I cherish and besides how else would I have figured out we both hate cream based foods.” Lyra laughed as she quickly kissed Mingi cheek and rested her head on his shoulder.

“But why were you surprised that I asked you out?” He asked her again a little more pointed this time.

“I’ve never been asked on a date before, I mean i’ve been on dates but either I had to ask to go on the date or it was more of a ‘lets hang out’ sort of thing,” Lyra said from her spot snuggled into his side

“How is that even possible?” Mingi was truly astonished at what she had just told him, it really made no sense that he was the first person to ever take her out on a date like this.

“Lots of reasons, Lia and I were two total opposites when we were teenages. I was the outcast and she was the popular girl. It’s a wonder we became friends before finding out we were soulmates. I was a very….” Lyra stopped for a minute obviously thinking back to that time in her life, “very weird kid. I liked all the nerdy things and had a very hard time making friends until Lia. I had a couple friends of course, but I was way too awkward so everyone treated me like the little weird kid.”

Lyra’s words hurt his heart a little, he knew what it was like to not be the most liked during school. It was never easy to be treated like that. But he didn’t say anything as she spoke, he just listened as she continued.

“I remember boys used to ask me out as a joke, something that could make all the other kids laugh. Every time it happened I felt a little part of me break and hide somewhere dark. I never felt pretty enough or well liked. I wore a hoodie everyday in highschool, even when it was over a hundred degrees outside. I became mean and harsh to everyone I didn’t consider a friend. I did my best to not be seen and to not see anyone else. I thought I was so ugly, that I would never be worthy of anything. Then Lia came into my life like a goddamn storm as she does anyone's life. Even as only my friend she never let me think for one second that anyone could make me feel less than. Reminded me all the time that I was worthy of anything I wanted and that I was beautiful,” Lyra stopped for a second to laugh a little bit, “I still don’t really buy the beautiful bit, but she changed my life and helped me find those parts I had hidden away. Looking back, I could have been a totally different person in high school if I was just confident in myself.”

Mingi sat, still just watching her. How could anyone, any stupid little boy, think that the person in front of him was anything less than wonderful. He considered himself the luckiest person on the whole earth, each of his soulmates were kind, gorgeous, smart, and they gave themselves so wholly to each other.

“They must be fucking idiots in that town then, because I know I would have had such a crush on you as a kid. Smart and funny, I would have been a fanboy practically. What did teenage Lyra even look like?” Mingi said, trying to lighten the mood and to make sure she knew just how much he wished he could go back a few years and find both of them sooner.

“I think I have my senior picture on my phone. OH! I do have photos of me and Lia from when we went to prom for sure. Let me try and find those,” Lyra said, grabbing her phone and instantly going to her photos app. As She was scrolling she saw that Wooyoung had messaged in their smaller group chat.

“Oh god, I just saw Woo’s messages. Dear god, I knew she was loud but the whole floor, and sir just for those comments. You ain't getting nothing tonight,” Lyra said playfully to Mingi.

Before long they were scrolling through young pictures of themselves, Mingi showing her ones from their days in high school and as trainees while Lyra showed him the ones from when they were in high school as well as some of the ones of her from college. Listen, nothing beats the outfits from bid day.

“All I’m saying is…. It really looks like a cult from my perspective,” Mingi said as Lyra showed him the ones from her last days as a college student.

“Sir, just no. It’s not,” Lyra laughed as he raised his hands in protest. She knew they would be on their way back to the hotel soon, so that he could get a good rest before the chaos that would be the next couple days before they were traveling again. They had already gotten some photos for the Ateez social media of Mingi in front of the giant building behind them, now they were just stalling. Sure they would still be just the two of them, but it felt like the date would be over in a sense once they left.

“Thank you, for bringing me here and wanting to take a little weirdo like me on a date tonight,” Lyra said as they once again were walking down the history-filled streets of Paris, pretending they were any other couple.

“Thank you Lyra, for saying yes. Yes to coming with me tonight, to all of this. You could’ve run, hell any normal person probably would’ve at the idea of having not one but nine soulmates. On top of that they’re idols and come from a country that is across the world. To jump head first into the idea of being with them and moving to the other side of the world just to be close to them.” Mingi stopped the two of them on the sidewalk so he could look at her face as he spoke, “I don’t think I would’ve if I were the two of you. I would’ve been terrified, hell I was when we first realized that the two of you were in the crowd. I couldn’t stop my mind from racing, the whole concert I just kept looking at the thread spilling over the stage over to the two of you. There was one point where both of you had your hands up and were dancing, you were holding each other's hands. I could see the tether to each of you so clearly. I just wanted to run to the two of you then, I was scared. I’m still scared of the unknown, but we're together and that makes it all okay, Lyra.”

Mingi gently titled her up and kissed her. And they stayed like that kissing and being with one another, so purely for a moment. Then Mingi pulled away and rested his forehead against Lyra’s so sweetly.

That's when they felt the first drops of rain fall against their hair, cold and wet. He pulled her back to him as the rain started to fall harder and kissed her again. It was like a scene from an old Hollywood movie, where the girl and the guy find each other once again against all odds.

After a second they heard a crack of thunder in the distance, turning to see where the lighting was and laughed as they began to sprint toward the hotel now only about a block away.

“Hey,” Mingi called a few steps behind Lyra as they came to take shelter under the entryway of the hotel “Lyra, I love you.”

“I love you, Mingi,” Lyra said as she leaned up to kiss him one more time. Before they entered the hotel and made their way back to their room.

After that night Europe passed by like a fever dream, they were constantly busy and on the move. Lia was still filming the content she needed, Lyra was helping the translator as much as she could, and the boys were so busy it seemed like they barely had time to sleep at night.

Before they knew it, the girls were boring their flight heading for South Korea. The plane that would take them to their new home, new life, all the wonderful and hard times ahead.

A/N: Shorter chapter to finish out our first arch of the story, YAY! Some cutesy fluff to follow the smutty smut of last chapter! Next, we will have another one-shot and then the start of arch two! WOOOOO!!!

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harurio · 2 months

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guardian ep1 here goes nothing

i'm watching this at the behest of my lovely friend @oneiro-nautical so that's whose fault it is if i get really annoying about it <3 i've been reliably informed this will kill me and it will hurt the whole time i'm dying! sounds fun let's go!

opening credits a pleasant blend of corny and cool as hell. cdramas we are SO back baby. also this song kinda slaps

whoaaa aliens? this is so much all at once

HEYYY PRETTYBOY

aw that's a baby. i've seen him before. he's the one constantly getting menaced by the scary buzzcut guy in the crack videos

HEYYYYY PRETTYBOY 2

oh he needs to have something in his mouth does he. eheheh. eheheheheh

kitty!

i love all these people already. two beautiful women one catboy and one idiot. i'm a sucker for a motley crew

okay what on earth is going on with that cat. half the time it looks fine if slightly frazzled and half the time it is cg'ed to hell and back and it's kinda creeping me out ngl

this poor kid he's just a baby don't be mean to him >.<

OUGH the way shen wei's face went slack when he did that double take. the way you have no context for the look in his eyes but you just know it is absolutely devastating. the way zhao yunlan looked lightning struck and had to get away so fast. this is delicious

THE TENSIONNN

the way he didn't want to let go T-T

oh shen wei is in love. i'm calling it. those are the eyes of a man made of yearning

the shadow figure has an ass. this is fine

i snorted water out my nose. who is this tiny guy. i love cdrama action sequences

i'm gonna have a really hard time taking buzzcut man seriously if he fights with funky lil puppet dolls. also his voice isn't nearly as deep and gravelly as i imagined. huh

TEN THOUSAND YEARS? OUUUUUHHHHHH

poor li qian. i hope her situation gets better over the course of the show. she's in a really tough spot.

whoever plays shen wei is awfully good at acting with his eyes!!!

on the rooftop in a magic hurricane and the shadow figure is standing in place doing stock attack animations like a video game character

got spoiled a bit so ik the black cloak envoy is shen wei but is that supposed to be not obvious? it seems really obvious

ohhh the credits are doing one of my favorite things (behind the scenes footage from filming) it’s so cool look at them all go

in conclusion im enjoying myself mightily. it’s so silly but it’s got so much heart to it. also shen wei has a pair of the most expressive eyes ive ever seen. good for him bad for future me i guess. will continue to watch apace

#milo im sorry for how disjointed these thoughts are i was a little preoccupied looking at pining men 😓#lmk if you want/don't want to be tagged in future episode posts!! im excited to go on watching but i dont wanna clog your notifs lol #guardian

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Dark [08]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Kino: ーー So?

Do you need my help? Or not?

Azusa: ...I don’t. ...I’ll fix it myself somehow.

Kino: I see. Gotcha.

Azusa: I’m sorry. I...I have trouble genuinely accepting help from others like this...

I do appreciate it, of course...But...

( I can’t help but feel incredibly guilty somewhere deep inside my heart... )

( Because I believe that a weak, powerless Vampire such as myself...is not deserving of any help... )

Kino: ...Azusa?

Azusa: ...It’s nothing. Anyway, I’m in a hurry.

I’ll get going now, okay? I have to look for Ruki...

ー Azusa starts walking away

Kino: ...Haah.

You know. Life must be rough for you, no?

Azusa: Eh...?

Kino: I mean, it seems like you’re reluctant to ask people favors or rely on them for help.

I just think that’s kind of a shame. I’m the type of guy who will use anyone and anything at my disposal.

Azusa: ...

Kino: If you keep being like that, the whole world will walk right over you.

Wouldn’t you grow sick of such a life? You’d only make it harder on yourself.

Azusa: ...It’s fine. That’s just who I am.

I don’t mind, so...

Kino: Hmm, I see.

But you know, even if you’re okay with it, does he feel the same as well?

Azusa: Are you...talking about Yui-san...?

Kino-san...How come you know about Eve...?

I can understand you’ve heard of us brothers before but how...?

Kino: ...Haah. Are you suspecting me of something? That’s kind of uncomfortable.

All four of you brothers and that girl are pretty famous down here in the Demon World, so it only makes sense for me to know about you, no?

Your girlfriend in particular is pretty much a VIP at this point. She’s even called ‘Eve’.

Azusa: But...What about it? I don’t think my issues and how Eve feels about it are related in any way...?

Kino: No, no, they definitely are!

It could be that she’s having to force herself to adjust to you.

Azusa: Adjust...?

Kino: From what I’ve heard, your family has to be pretty careful with money?

On top of that, she’s stuck with a boyfriend who willingly puts himself in a disadvantaged position.

I can’t help but wonder if she’s truly happy that way?

Even though if she wanted, she could have so much better of a life than she has right now with you...

Azusa: ...That’s...

Kino: For example, she could live a life full of luxury, allowing her to doll up with pretty clothes and accessoiries...

She’d be able to do all those things which girls love to her heart’s content.

Hey, Azusa. How do you think she feels about her current life?

Azusa: ...Ugh...

...I can’t answer that question. I’m not Eve after all...

Kino: Ahaha! I guess that’s true.

Oh well, whatever. You were going to handle this by yourself, no?

We’ll get going then too. ーー Best of luck!

ー Kino leaves with his Ghouls

Azusa: ...

( Will Eve truly be happy if things stay the same, huh...? )

( I can’t deny that I won’t be able to make you feel like a Princess with our current lifestyle... )

...

( ...Hey, Yui-san. )

( Do you actually also wish to live a luxurious life deep down...? )

ー The scene shifts to the Big Hall at Eden

Yui: ...Phew.

( I think I’ll just wait until Azusa-kun returns after all. )

( If nobody’s waiting for him when he gets back...I’m sure he’ll be sad. )

...Pwaah...

( But...The fatigue is kicking in... )

ー Ruki enters the hall

Ruki: So this is where you’ve been.

Yui: Ah, Ruki-kun...

Ruki: Don’t tell me you’re going to wait here until Azusa returns?

Yui: Y-Yeah.

Ruki: ...

Go back to your room and rest up. You’re tired, aren’t you?

Selection

→ I guess that’s true

Yui: I guess I am...

But I’ll try waiting a little longer. I can’t help but be worried about Azusa-kun after all.

I promise I’ll go back to my room if I get the feeling that he’s really not coming home yet...

→ I’m okay (❦)

Yui: I can handle it.

Azusa-kun is trying his hardest by himself, so I can’t be the only one resting.

Ruki: ...I understand. I’ll leave this up to you.

Drink this and wait here.

*Thud*

Yui: Is this coffee...?

Ruki: Yes. I set some for myself earlier, but I think it’ll help you fight off the drowsiness.

Yui: T-Thank you, Ruki-kun!

Ruki: I’m going back to my room, but come to me as soon as something happens. Okay?

Yui: Yes. Thank you so much, really.

ー Ruki leaves

Yui: ...Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( My head does feel a little more clear... )

( I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I’ll try my best to wait. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー Somebody enters the Castle

*Thud*

???: ...

...You waited for me...

Yui: ( ...Huh? Did I doze off at some point...? )

( Ruki-kun was so kind to give me his coffee too... )

( ...Somebody is stroking my head...? )

( Who could it be...? But it feels nice... )

???: ...I’m sorry, Yui-san.

Yui: ( Uu... )

ー Yui opens her eyes

Yui: Azusa-kun...?

Azusa: Ah...My bad. I woke you up, didn’t I...?

Yui: ( He doesn’t seem to be bleeding, but he looks utterly worn out. )

...Are you injured? Everyting alright...?

( Did he did attacked by the Vibora perhaps, just like Ruki-kun assumed...? )

Azusa: Don’t worry. I’m not hurt...

A lot...of things happened though. But I’m alive and well.

Yui: ーー Azusa-kun!

ー She embraces him

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...What’s wrong? Hugging me out of nowhere...

Yui: I’m sorry...I’m just so happy to see you again...

Azusa: ....I see. But I’m the one who should apologize.

You were all counting on me...but I failed...

Yui: No, it’s fine. I’m just happy that you came back unscathed...

That’s all what matters right now...

Azusa: ...Thank you.

ー She steps back

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...We have to patch you up. I’ll run you a bath as well, so wait here.

...Ah, right.

A little late but...Welcome back, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: Yeah...I’m back.

Monologue

‘I wouldn’t want to disrupt everyone’s slumber...’

Out of respect for Azusa-kun’s decision, we decided to wait till tomorrow to let the other’s know about his return,

and headed back to our room to rest for now.

Seems like Azusa-kun had actually wandered off onto Vibora territory after leaving Eden,

which is where he was ambushed.

Since he already wasted quite a bit of time on simply getting himself out of this sticky situation,

he gave up on the task entrusted to him and came back,

that is what he told me with a regretful expression on his face.

His right hand holding onto mine,

trembled ever so slightly. He must have been terrified all by himself.

When I tightly squeeze back,

Azusa-kun smiles (微笑んで) gently at me.

HIs scent and touch all feel incredibly comforting (心地よくて).

Before I had noticed, I had naturally drifted off to sleep.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leazusadark8

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hxhhasmysoul · 7 months

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I agree with everything you said about Yorozu, she wanted a pretty doll as a husband that was also strong.

I have caught up now!

I don't think that weapon is her gift? Idk, I think it may be the og thing that uraume found or kept.

I really see no reason for yorozu to give him the weapon, but I might be mistaken, idk... I just got the vibe she would try to weight him down, because "if I cannot have you, no one can " kind of thing.

But then she also might want to see destroy everything, who knows? I just like my theory better XD

Not gonna lie, it is somewhat funny how everyone wants to reach sukuna while he doesn't give a fuck XD

I also found a bit ooc of gojo to care about sukuna, like what about megumi and everyone? Sympathize is one thing, but wanting to connect/teach/show is whole other thing... but anyway!

I am excited about Yuji and Hiromi fight! The memes are great too XD can't wait to see lawyer! mahoraga

Also cheering for kinji, he has a fun ability!

I do wonder what yuta, Maki and inumaki are doing? Yuta said he was going to give a job for inumaki...

And also what kenjaku is doing is bothering me, some people on my country got some drawing of a possessed gojo ( with kenjaku) but idk if that is real or just a very good fanart. Dunno...

Thank you for calling Sukuna in his og body pretty, it warms my heart. <3

I'm not 100% sure the weapon is her gif but many people interpret it as such? I guess time will tell. And yeah, it'd be cool if her gift was possessive and unhelpful.

As to Gojou trying to connect with Sukuna, I don't find it shocking at all, but I have a very harsh opinion of Gojou, especially about his relationship with Megumi.

I really hope we seem some of the Kinji vs Uraume battle. I hope we see other characters do things as well. And Yuuji going in with Higuruma is so cool. I'm so excited for the next chapters. I kinda think Maki might be waiting somewhere using her cursed energy "invisibility" to attack Sukuna when he's distracted and or depowered. Because even without his cursed energy Sukuna is still good at hand to hand combat.

As to the Kenjaku in Gojou's body. I think it's fanart considering we're on break now. But also I don't think Kenjaku would want Gojou's body for themself. At least not now. Kenjaku needs Getou's cursed technique for the merger. And while they can store a few techniques of the bodies they had before, Gojou has 2 techniques not one, so they'd need to give up not one but 2 they already have, would it be convenient for them? Kenjaku isn't really a fighter, they are more about plots and experiments. Another thing is that they'd need to fix Gojou's body to use it and that'd be a huge cursed energy expenditure, not a very safe bet during a large battle. I don't think it'd be completely impossible for them to want a new body after their plan is fulfilled. But at this point it doesn't seem that likely.

To me this theory that Kenjaku wants Gojou's body stems from some people in the fandom ascribing to Gojou more importance that he actually has in the story. And also them misinterpreting the relationship between Kenajku and the Six Eyes users.

Kenjaku's main relationship is with Tengen. Kenjaku wants a different world than the one she is creating. And Tengen created the Six Eyes as her protector, so Kenjaku needs to defeat the Six Eyes to get to her. And that's why Kenjaku has been going after them. But Kenjaku doesn't have any personal relationship with Gojou Satoru. Kenjaku couldn't have planned for Gojou to develop attachment to Getou. But Kenjaku wanted Getou's cursed technique. And they wanted to remove Gojou from the picture to get to Tengen. Getting Getou was surely Kenjaku's plan ever since they learned about his powers. Using Getou's body to unsettle Gojou and make the sealing easier was a bonus.

#answering asks #jjk spoilers #jjk 238

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hughungrybear · 8 months

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Me watching Laws of Attraction Ep. 3:

1. Oooh, Charn's backstory (at last!). I see, Charn's ring pendant necklace came from Mum. So, I guess mum's dead? <after 5 seconds> HOOOOOLD UUUUP! How did Charn and mum end up from celebrating a case won to being blindfolded and kneeling/crawling in the mud??? Wtf. 😵

2. It has come to my attention that Tanthai is sort of dumb. I think somebody is due for some anger management therapy. He is letting his anger cloud his decisions. I mean, really? Asking the minions to disobey his corrupt dad's direct orders on a whim is peak stupidity.

3. Okay, since I still do not know what the goons are looking for, am legit afraid for Tonkhao's bestie. Looks like she accidentally chosen the thing that caused Tonkhao's death as a souvenir 😭😭😭 Also, grandma, I thought you gave Charn all the dolls in Tonkhao's room when he asked. Why the ever loving fvck is there a treasure chest full of dolls still (not to mention the one found inside Tonkhao's bag)????

4. I'm wondering: what exactly is Charn's relationship with Miss Clubowner? Is he a nephew or something? Also, got to admit that Charn's happiness is also my happiness atm (the bank deposit notification, that is) 😅

5. <my paranoid self seeing the icecream truck outside Tin's dojo> Oh, no. Not the kids!!!! 😟😟😟😟 <after 5 seconds> Gawd dammit, Charn. I almost had a heart attack. 😭😭😭

6. Of all the things that Charn should be stressed about, it's the kids (and Tin) calling him "uncle" that triggers him the most. Lol 😂😂😂

7. I can understand Charn's logic. You know how they say "first impressions lasts"? It is really applicable when swaying public opinion. It's the reason why so many effing politicians prosper - they know how to project a likeable image despite a rotten core. Still, I doubt a person as honest as Tin would play the game. If I were Charn, I would change tactics. If he couldn't convince Tin to let go of his moral beliefs, he might want to design a new plan that would (even superficially) accommodate those beliefs.

8. Why do I find Charn's bodyguard/assistant highly sus? Must be the paranoid in me lol 😅😅😅😅

9. Got to admire Charn's talent to push all of Tanthai's (angry) buttons. It took him less than a minute to threaten Tanthai. The guy has a natural talent for getting under anyone's skin 😂😂😂

10. Ugh. I still maintain that Tanthai is a dumba**. He should know how to play his cards right. If he has a leverage against his dad, he should be wise and get the timing right. 😑

11. OMG. They fired Tin??? Wth. 🤬 Also, why kill the dog too? What did the dog do to them? 😭😭😭😭

12. Sorry, no sweet moment can topple that dead dog image in my mind 😭😭😭😭

13. Again, Tanthai's stup*dity will be the end of him. Stop being rash and mad, goddamn it.

14. Really? A fire? What the hell. Wait, what is Charn doing there? With an extiguisher?? That's pretty convenient. 😑 Also, the assistant filming the whole thing? I smell BS.

15. The fvck does the eng sub mean "kids singing"? That was anything but singing lol. Also, I have been saying that Tanthai is stup*d, but is he stup*d enough to leave a traceable evidence in a potential crime scene? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

16. See, his rage would kill him (by the hands of Tanthep) one day. Tanthai needs to control his emotions so that he could one upped his dad when the time is right.

17. Yep, pretty sure Charn started the fire at Tin's house. His friends from the club probably lifted Tanthai's ring without him noticing <after 5 seconds> wait, I think Tin is also suspicious of Charn, judging by the looks he is giving.

18. Seeeeee? Tin is smart. I'm so proud of him. 😄 Also, Charn knows where all the cameras are, it is easier to evade them.

19. I guess Miss Clubowner sums it up pretty nicely. Tin cares for so many people that he naturally worries. On the other hand, Charn is pretty strict on caring only for himself (since his mum died) that he cannot even begin to consider the possible consequences of his actions to other people.

20. I am getting frustrated with Tin. Yeah, it's admirable that he has unbreakable morals but he has to accept that "good" does not always prevail against "evil". Not in the real world anyway.

Anyways, am not sure where the story will go with this black-and-white perspective of good and evil. On to the next episode.

#laws of attraction #laws of attraction ep 3 #tincharn

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jinanreona · 10 months

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@muraenide sent:

He hopes that Leona wasn't expecting a birthday gift from him. They had never been too close. Leona would not have reasons to believe that Jade would deliver something on this birthday unless Azul instructed him to. In fact, he's banking on it.

After the party is concluded, he catches Leona alone somewhere near Savanaclaw Dorm, taking a walk. "Hello, Leona," he strolls up to the Housewarden, his looming shadow big enough to signify his approach. Sometimes making his presence known ahead was preferable to a surprise visit which could often be misread into a sneak attack (they're both animals who had the instincts of a predator, surely Leona wasn't too different), "I hope you've had an enjoyable day."

Slipping his hand into his pockets, he takes out an unwrapped gift. For someone who came from a rather wealthy family, the gift is inexpensive. A handcrafted keychain with a cartoonized lion that frowns, but if flipped to the other side, one would see a smiling lion. "I had never really thanked you in person, did I?" Jade crooks a single brow and smirks, "It's quite embarrassing. But you have my thanks for waking up Azul by destroying his life's work." Essentially, Jade did not always agree to Azul's whims, but he knows Azul had endured certain wounds too deep for Floyd and himself to heal. "I hope you had not held any grievances towards us. Rest assured that both Floyd and I consider ourselves indebted. True friends may not often speak what is pleasant to hear, but they are frequently the ones who have your best interests at heart." Jade chuckles, "It's contradictory, but it makes so much sense. Funny, wouldn't you agree?" He lifts a hand to present another gift, this time an African Lion Russian doll. Ironically, there are three layers, the second one looking strangely like Leona himself. "I made both of them myself to express my gratitude for what you've done for Azul. Happy birthday Leona."

Jade was right to assume Leona wasn’t expecting anything from him on his birthday. Even if he did, the lion was often wary of accepting anything from the eel, already knowing few things came without a price tag.

It’s all the more reason he’s surprised when he finds the other had not only come to Savanaclaw but seemed to have waited around for the party to die down. Now, most people were heading back to their respective dorms, with the Savanaclaw boys starting to clear up the tables and chairs.

The call of his name finally makes him acknowledge the other, his expression remaining neutral as he waits for the other to speak his business. Out of all the things the other could have said, offering thanks wasn’t top of the list, much less for it to be accompanied by the humble offering. “...Your thanks?,” he echoes, his gaze lingering on the silly keychain before taking it in his hands. It’s odd getting thanks for the part he’d played in Azul’s overblot, the rush of the events that transpired making it hard to guess if the gratitude was genuine. The tiny lion seemed to indicate quite the opposite though.

The shared saying gave him a funny sense of deja vu, reminded of the other’s visit in the infirmary after his overblot. Funny, even after all this time, he’d yet to understand the other’s intentions behind his words that day. Just the same, he’s not sure why they’re offered to him, though he can only assume the trio had ‘words’ after that whole fiasco. “You’re not wrong. Why bother keeping around anyone who won’t be upfront with you~” He gives the other a pointed look, a slight dig at the eel, even if no true malice is meant behind the words.

As if on cue, Jade lifts the next present, an odd choice that has the confusion in his eyes lingering when he takes the doll in his hands. It becomes more apparent what’s meant by this set of dolls as he opens up the first layer, noting how the second doll resembled him. Ha, ha, who knew the guy could be such a comedian.

Luckily for the other, Leona was more docile towards the end of the day, only giving a short scoff. “Second one huh... Aren’t you funny.” He shoots him a slight squint before replacing the head of the first doll, “Thanks for the gifts. Didn’t have to go through all the trouble of making them though~ I’m wondering if there’s a reason behind all this. Trying to bribe me into getting more space for your little plants?~” It’s meant as a joke though part of him wonders if Jade really is trying to find more space to prop up mushrooms and cacti. Leona wouldn’t fight him on it as long as he stayed off the Magift field of course.

#;; ic #muraenide #// ngl it's still sweet that he made them by hand :'''3 #// all I can think of with these russian dolls is videos of cats knocking them over and playing with them x3

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liliths-missing-pen · 1 year

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Hello!! Im really really sorry if im disturbing u or anything but i wanted to request a matchup of thats ok😭

Since I saw that they were open, I'd like to request a twst matchup^^ be warned my grammar is really eurghgh bad😢😢

So starting off with my personality,, Im an enfp, 7w6, scorpio sun, cancer moon, and sagittarius rising!

Im honestly a really fun and charming person to be with -said pretty much everyone i know

But even though I'm fun to be with, i can lowk be pretty annoying😭 But shoving that aside, Im really caring, really motherly tbh. Ive sorta been a personal nurse AND doctor for my friends - and family members when they were sick - as a child and now. Im kinda like,, a duplicate of emu otori and mizuki akiyama from pjsk..!

I can always cheer anyone up, jokes, comforting words, anything! I always try my best to make people happy,, honestly kind of a people pleaser but whatever!

My friends tell me I remind them of a goldfish, so they just call me "the celestial goldfish of (gc name)"

VERY soft hearted person😞

Im really good with children somehow.. I dont even know how but yeah - somehow,, babies cry whenever i leave the room😭 so pretty much - im a good babysitter err aunt! I guess!

My love language is probably physical touch,, i always want to kiss my lovers cheeks, and hold their hands! Im asexual though so im like- really uncomfortable if it gets mistaken for something sexual😭😭

I also love giving gifts to my friends even though im broke asf

Buuuuuut moving on - what abt my interests, hobbies??

I love astronomy so so much, and stargaze whenever given the chance! I've memorized like 10 constellations in the spam of 5 minutes since i have a photographic memory (even when i have the memory span of a goldfish,, wow)

I also love art! Sculpting, painting, music (that counts right?) Anything.. It calms me so so much i just love it😍😍

I also like gaming, even if i dont game as much anymore.. Im honestly so pro at every game i swear💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

I also like collecting anything and everything. Plushies, sea shells, dolls, make up, mirrors.. No wonder im poor damn

i love listening to music too, i mean who doesnt!! Stan twice and yousei teikoku (lob their music sm)

I also like reading, and writing too! I mostly read and write poetry, sometimes i cry because i relate to it though huhu..

I also love love loveee shopping, especially with friends! I also buy atleast 1 or 2 plush(ies) whenever i go shopping because of my unhealthy obsession with them😔🤞

So liek after i just told u all of that pls let me tell u random stuff abt me🥰🥰

I usually get into fights (depending on my mood tbh) and end up just dating the person i was fighting😭 (enemies 2 lovers fr)

I dress in lolita fashion!! Mostly sweet lolita, but i dress in gothic lolita at times!

I am an energy ball,, no, i am a rain cloud looking to ruin someones day,, no, i am both.

I honestly love rainy days sm😍😍 sometimes i like it when its kinda stormy, but where im from were more prone to floods so keyword SOMETIMES😭

I totally give off black cat, introvert, loner, emo vibes at first glance but i am the total opposite. I WILL BECOME UR BEST FRIEND IN LIKE THE SPAN OF A MINUTE

Even though im more extroverted, and energetic, im sort of a calm person tbh. The perfect person to go to if you wanna have fun or just calm down!

I actually like being more educated on true crime, reding them.. That stuff.. It usually just ends up in me being more uhhmm dead inside tbh😭

I AM THE BULLYING TARGET 4 ALL OF MY FRIENDS PLZ HELP😔😔

I give people the weirdest nicknames, and they do too - like.. "Goldfish" "voodoo doll seller" "kulangot at boga seller" there are weirder stuff but atp it would just become a whole 29739373837386383937392729 word essay😟😟

I adopt introverts, and become their bestie, so we sorta just become the sun and moon trope😭

Anyways,, im just gonna tell u my type now😍😍 beware since this is gonna be long (i have like 17 crushes who are all the different person with waaay different personalities)

INTROVERTS NA SUPER SOBRA ULTRA CUTE GWAPO POGI GANDA AUGGGHGH LOVE THEM SOOO MUCH THEY MAKE MY HEART BEAT 100x FASTER❤❤

ppl with the same vibe as me. Me and that other person r gonna be commiting arson probably /jj

Confident ppl that give of "gege ml boy who plays basketball for a living"

INTROVERTS W/ THE SAME INTEREST AS ME💯💯

Practically all of my best friends (im besties with everyone in my school ahahahhaha....)

hopefully i didnt take up too much of ur time and that the reqs dont close after i just typed this😔😔 TYSM HWIAH THANKYU BE MY FRIEND PO IM COOL I SWEAR‼️🤞

Lol oh my- waking up to this was a great surprise, you seem very cool so I hope I see you around ‼️‼️

Anyways, I match you up with...

Rook Hunt!

Through your request, I was getting the vibe that you were hoping for someone who was introverted but I feel like an extrovert would be much better to match you up with! Rook at first would totally fall for your mask of being a loner and ngl like wet cat energy. I'm not sure about you but I'm 100% sure that Rook has talked to everyone on the NRC campus at least once. So, it was to his surprise how you seemed to be didn't match how you acted at all!

Also regarding weird name names he'll give you one back in return! Besides Floyd he wouldn't expect anyone to give him a weird nickname so when you gave him a nickname he gave you the nickname Madame/Monsieur Renard(e) which means fox in french!

Also, be prepared for him to break out the french and compliment you in french. "Je t'adore" "Tu regarde magnifique aujourd'hui" Although they seem such general pharses he means everything he says.

If you didn't know this man's family is r i c h- He has villa's in every kingdom of Twisted Wonderland, I doubt he's as rich as Kalim, Idia or Vil but he still probably has a pretty penny or two to spend. Anything within reason he'd buy for you!

Videogames? Rook would probably try to play a couple just for you but as he would say it "How about we switch it up and go to chasse (hunt)"

Overall, Rook matches your energy. Plus he'd do anything to make you happy. He's always one step ahead of you and is always ready to help you, all you have to give him is your love and he'll reciprocate it tenfold.

Runner-Up

Idia Shroud

#💞 | lilith’s matchups #rook hunt #twst #twst matchups #rook

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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HI BABE SO NOW THAT YOU WATCHED IT..TOGE. THATS ALL. I loved seeing him use his quirk more and the part where he was doing all those backflips!?? Also the movie made me like maki even more I'm rooting for her so hard and THE SPLIT MY GOD 💀 hate to admit it but it also made me like gojo a little, like not enough to thirst over him but him genuinely caring about yuta and itadori is pretty cute

I WILL DEFINITELY ADD SOME DABI CONTENT FOR YOU OMG 😍 I'll probably also add a shigaraki one too since hes my second favorite and I think you'll like him. In some ways he kinda reminds me of mahito, like I've seen some people describe him as almost a man child in the beginning of the anime before he turns into a real monster. I dont really keep up with the manga but apparently hes really fucking shit up right now 👀

So literally the only content I've seen of dio is the tiktok you sent me and somehow I had a dream of him last night where he had me in a mating press so I thank you for influencing that experience and I WILL start watching it soon lol

Also now that you finished mugen train (I'm guessing?) CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT ENMU 👀 HES THE PRETTIEST OF ALL BOYS I LOVE HIM 😭 as of right now hes probably my second favorite demon but that could definitely change. And idk about rengoku but I would turn into a demon without a second thought for akaza, I would let that man do unspeakable things to me lol.

And as for my favorite demon... I HAD A HEART ATTACK SEEING YOU POST ABOUT GYUTARO IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY AAAHHH ! Not only is he my favorite demon but he also might be my second favorite anime character ever, like you have no idea how hard it was for me to not talk about him or spoil anything and stuff every time we talked about demon slayer lol. I'm not sure how far along you are and what episode you're on so I won't say much other than hes my angel and I adore him 🥰 also idk who his voice actor is but I am way too attracted to his voice, the whiny psychoticness really does it for me lol 🥵

Also the fact that you started kinktober WITH THAT FIC HOLY SHIT YOURE STARTING WITH A BANG 👀 I love that it started out with reader being in love with mahito bc I definitely would. The whole feeling special is really calling me out lol. I literally screamed when reader looked over to see choso and haruta watching and jacking off omg and I was NOT expecting geto to put it in the same hole like it was such a pleasant surprise that I dont get to read about often lol. I'm saving your other kinktober fics to read this weekend when I have more time to really sit down and enjoy them but I'm so excited like I cant believe you have a fic like this for every day of the month that's insane 🖤

The muichiro tiktok 🥺 hes not talked about alot but I would actually die a little if something happened to him he needs to be protected ❤

ME AND YOU ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH I SWEAR I HAD THAT GIYU TIKTOK SAVED TO SEND YOU LOL. I literally have a folder of tiktoks to send you and that was one of them where like the second I saw it I was like I neeeed to send this to doll lol

Also I could not be more devastated it says the dabi tiktok you sent isn't available I WAS SO EXCITED 😭

Dio and kars I'm sorry the absolute TIDDIES on these men?? Say less I'm interested lmaoo

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRDw3VLb/?k=1 I genuinely cant remember if I sent this one already but it's mahito so I'm sure you won't mind lol

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuN7cD6/ LMAO why is this so accurate

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuFYSN4/ THERE IS NO REASON THEY HAD TO MAKE HIM THAT SEXY LIKE THE ANGLE??

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuNcTcK/ I have so many enmu tiktoks it's not even funny

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuF14fJ/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuNvAfs/ AH 👀

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuNTyJ4/ YOUR BOY!!

https://youtu.be/_iS_tWePxIU so this is the shigaraki scene pack sorry it's so long you dont have to watch all of it lol

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuNnk53/ also here's some tiktoks of him, hes so pretty in like a gross feral way lol 😍

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRuNoEbj/

As for dabi I couldn't pick between these three lol but they're shorter

https://youtu.be/oA3bPkLqJ88

https://youtu.be/ySRNm-Rg-Eo

https://youtu.be/_heVfb7XKDU

THIS IS SO LONG AHH I just had so much to tell you 😘

HHH OKAY THIS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO BUT I WANTED TO MAKE SURE I COVERED EVERYTHING YOU DID

the movie was SO SO good I’m actually going to rewatch it sometime this weekend just because TOGE MY ANGEL. you said it best, I’m so happy they showed more of his ability. HES SO POWERFUL ITS CRAZY ?? Maki was way too sexy I have SUCH a crush on her !!!

YES I AM COMPLETELY CAUGHT UP ON DEMON SLAYER !! Enmu is so !!!! But that’s to be expected because he’s voice by the same guy that does Laito from diabolik lovers AND kakyoin from jojo LIKE OBVIOUSLY IM GOING TO BE IN LOVE WITH HIM

My top three are Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza !! ❤️ BUT GYUTARO GRABBED ME BY THE THROAT WHEN HE SHOWED UP HIS VOIIICCEEE WAS SO SEXY. As for his voice actor is concerned, my bestie looked it up! I only know him from deadman wonderland and attack on Titan but his voice as GYUTARO was so unique I didn’t even recognize it KDKSKSK

THE DABI TIKTOK WAS UNAVAILABLE ??? NOOOO 😭😭😭

PLEASE I REALLy hOPE YOU LIKE THE KINKTOBER FICS, I sorry I couldn’t finish all of them 🥺 but I’m really interested in hearing your thoughts on the demon slayer ones too!!

I CANT BELIEVE YIU HAVE A WHOLE FOLDER OF TIKTOKS JUST TO SEND TO ME IM SO HONORED 😭😭 MY LIKES ARE SO DISORGANIZED IF I EVER SEND ANY TO YOU THAT YOUVE ALREADY SEEN JUST TELL ME LMAO

** I CANT WAIT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK IF YOU START JOJO FEEL FREE TO SPAM MY INBOX WITH YOUR REACTIONS OMG THERES SO MANY BEEFY MEN**

okay… I am watching the scene packs first !!

OMG THIS SHIGARAKI GIY IS SOOOOO CUTE I WANT TO GIVE HIM KISSES?? I think he’s the one I’ve clowned in my group chat abt desperately needing some chapstick 🤧 BUT FROM WHAT I SAW HES BABY HES LITTLE MEOW MEOW

THE DABI PACCCKKKK OMG his quirk ( that’s what y’all call it right?? The POWER ) IS SO DOPE THE BLUE FLAMES THE BLUE EYES MY LEGS ARE WIDE OPEN FOR HIM — also I could LITRALLY listen to him talk all day. Imagine how husky his dirty talk is what if I screamed. out lOud. okay maybe your man grabbed me by the throat 😩 I didn’t get to finish all of the videos bcause I have taken wayy too long to answer this BUT AFTER WORK I WILL BE GOING BACK AND WATCHING THE REST KF THEM TO MAKE SURE I SEE EVERY MOMENT 💕💕💕

TIKTOK TIMEEE OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BEING FEDDD

“Do you want me to stay” “NO” VRYING ALL MAHITO WANTED WAS TO BE FRIENDS WITH SUKUNA

AKAZAAAA MY SEXY MAN IM SCREAMING RIPPING MY FINGERNAILS OFFFF I LOVE HIM

ENMU GIVE ME KISS CHALLLLENGEEEE OMG HES TOO PRETTY

LEVI IS THE FAVORITE BOY WE LOVE LOVE LOVE TO SEE IT he truly deserves it 😭😭💕

The shigaraki tiktok

What if I came on myself WAT THEN

I HAVE A COUPLE OF TIKTOKS TO GIVE YOU MY LOVE IM SORRY IF YOUVE ALREADY SEEN IT but I haven’t been on the app that much recently NEXT TIME I PROMISE ILL HAVE MORE

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR9mQUG4/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR9mcrvf/

#jjk nonnie !#THIS IS SO LONG OMG BUT #IF I MISSED ANYTHING JUST LMK #IM JUST REALLY TRYING TO ANSWER YOU BC ITS BEEN SO LOOONG I MISS YOU!!#you better be staying hydrated and well rested 🔪

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tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r · 2 years

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Hello random people who came across my account. I try my hardest to be nice online, but if I'm not please inform me.

I don't feel comfortable sharing my face, age, or name. Please don't ask me to do so. And anyway, you'll have my simself to reference if you really want to.

Because Troubled Trans(g)ender is a mouthful to say, and quite honestly really deadly to my braincells as it is way too much to type and stuff, you can call me Ara, after our queen, Ara Fusilli.

Ara Fusilli was taken, so please call me Holly Alto 😍💅

DNI: dream Stan's (you can like the dream smp, but just don't be a Stan pls.) Proshippers, a-wholes, pedophiles, just basically anything mean, or detrimental to society

Oh yeah i forngot about nsfw blogs. Please do not interact at all. I am a minor and also asexual. That is nasty, please stay away

If you need to rant to someone I'm usually available, but please keep it vauge.

My account will be mostly shit posts.

My alt account @tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r-uberhood is more like a main somehow.

I'm autistic, trans, lesbian, asexual, and have horrible anxiety.

I am also relatively smart.

Please be nice to @sk3l3t0n444 because they are amazing and I love them (platonically) ... This is a threat. If you are mean to skele then I shall be mean to you. I do not care the circumstance, I won't accept the absolute BLAPHEMY of people being mean to skele. Skele is all holy. Skele is slay.

I am single, and don't work two jobs, but I love my kids (@smol-stuffies ) and never stop. With chubby hands and the heart of a flight er, I'm probs a survivor

Guyyss follow my joke account! Its gonna have lore too @isabella2004adalt

@tr0ubl3d-d0llc0ll3ct0r is my account showcasing my dolls. I have somewhere between 150 to 300 dolls around my room, most of them being Barbies.

Y'all should really follow @badeggondayoutubez because it's my horribly thrown together hyperFixation blog

I made a cute Stardew rp blog called @cindersnap-forest

Um... Have a nice day I guess? I'm quite awkward online.

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i-miss-summertime · 5 months

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💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 13💙

What are your top 3 fave smosh series in general? (like beopardy, eioyi, let’s do this, etc.)

Late on this oops 😶

Flashback with Smosh since I'm a newer fan so its fun to watch the old sketches with I&A explaining their process. I love hearing about the creative process and bts in my own work with art so it's fun to hear little inside stuff about developing and also small fun stories about what was going on with them during that time. The episode with Courtney and Chase has my whole heart

Reddit Stories, perfect listening for when im working fr though, it's so wild to hear them and I feel like they are always very thoughtful on their takes while being respectful yet funny. It's the main videos I watch from Shayne specifically and I think he's a great host and story teller while giving some great input himself

Who Meme'd It, just since im a memelord and I love playing with jpegs like dolls myself so I just wish I get the chance to submit some memes. I love how it also is funny and calls people out but like the funeral roasts, it just shows how much people pay attention for the people making the memes and also the people guessing who has a certain type of humor or perspective

#smoshblr december asks

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Snow & Ice : a Bucky Barnes x OC FF : Seven

He called. She was just coming through the door after work, so it was a miracle she didn’t miss it. She heard the noisy trill of the phone, dropped her bag and ran. The door to the apartment stayed open, her bag lying in front of it, papers spilling out on the carpet. She lunged for the phone, snatching it up before the ringing could stop. She clutched it to her ear.

“Bucky?” she exclaimed breathlessly.

His low chuckle reverberated in her ear and she almost collapsed to the floor in relief.

“Hey, doll” he murmured. “Guessed it was me, huh?”

Lucie shut her eyes and covered them with a shaky hand.

“I prayed it would be you” she told him. “The fact you remember your phone number is astounding to me, though.”

He laughed again and she felt a smile smooth across her lips.

“I did live there, you know.”

“Did you call yourself often?”

“Good point. How are you, Luce?”

She sighed, the heavy receiver cold against her skin.

“All right” she answered. “I miss you, though.”

She heard his responding sigh crackle down the line between them, over miles and miles of land and ocean.

“I miss you, too, doll. Steve been lookin’ after you for me?”

She froze, momentarily, and then came unstuck.

“You don’t know?” she asked slowly, hesitant.

There was silence for a short time before Bucky spoke again.

“Know what?”

She took a deep breath in.

“Steve was called up, Buck” she said quietly. “They enlisted him and he left a few months ago. I thought he might have seen you by now.”

His breathing filled her ear and she strived to picture him, maybe sitting on the edge of a hard cot, elbows on his knees, face hidden in one hand, army receiver in the other.

“No, he hasn’t seen me” he replied wearily. “Why the hell did they take him, Luce? He’s too small, he’s asthmatic; there is a whole list of reasons they shouldn’t have taken him!”

Lucie could hear the panic in his voice, and it twisted her heart.

“Buck” she murmured. “He’s not small anymore.”

There was a pause.

“What do you mean, he’s not small anymore? Doll, that doesn’t make sense.”

She sighed.

“I know it doesn’t, Bucky. I don’t fully understand it, either. He didn’t exactly sit me down and explain it to me. But some science experiment was done on him, that he volunteered for, and it made him into some kind of super soldier. He’s big, James. Bigger than you.”

“You’re kidding.”

There was something of amazement in his tone, and she found herself smiling slightly again.

“And he’s very handsome. Not that he wasn’t before, but he turns heads now, Buck.”

“Does he turn yours?”

She bit her lip as she shook her head, even knowing he couldn’t see her do it.

“No, James. Only you turn mine.”

“Glad to hear it. But as for me, there are so many young women throwing themselves at me out here I have to beat them off with a stick.”

He said it with such false pride that she burst out laughing.

“Oh, sure, Bucky. I’m sure there are many women. Finding it difficult to cope?”

She was teasing him, but when he spoke next, there was nothing frivolous in his tone.

“Every day” he murmured, and she felt it as if he were right there standing next to her. “In the months I’ve been away from you, I’ve already killed people, doll. I see their faces when I close my eyes, and I have to fight them away to get to yours. I could really use a hug right now. You know what I mean; when you throw yourself at me like you haven’t seen me in a year. That kind of hug.”

Lucie breathed in deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers to stave off the tears that she could feel building behind her eyes.

“I know, Bucky. I wish I could be with you right now.”

“No, you don’t.”

He said it with such fierceness she was taken aback, her eyes widening. He collected himself.

“I’m sorry, doll. What I meant is that you really don’t. It’s awful, this whole business of war. People die every day and more boys keep on coming. They just keep on sending them! I miss Brooklyn and the stupid fights Steve got in. I miss how easy they were to break up. Nothing’s easy here. I don’t like killing.”

“I didn’t expect you would” Lucie murmured. “You’ve always been sweet, Bucky. I didn’t think any of this would come easily to you.”

In the background, she could hear a muffled male voice telling Bucky he’d been on long enough and it was time to let someone else call home. Home. She had the strangest sense that for Bucky, she was his home. Now, with Steve also at war, she was the only person he had to come home to.

His sigh echoed down the line and she knew what he was about to say before he could voice the words.

“I’ve got to go, doll.”

“I know, Buck. It’s okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Call again soon.”

“I’ll try.”

That was the last thing she heard from him, and the line crackled then died, severing their connection as easily as a knife. Slowly, so, so slowly, Lucie put the phone receiver back down, but she left her hand resting on it for a time, imagining that there was still some link between the two of them. When she eventually let it return to her side, it felt cold and empty. She glanced back at the empty doorway and saw her bag still lying on its side and paper on the floor. She walked slowly back and picked it all up, shuffling it together into a semblance of neatness and sliding it into the bag again before straightening up and closing the door. She stepped away from the door and surveyed the space spread out in front of her. A picture on the wall furthest from her caught her attention and she walked over to it. Looking up, her forehead creased as her eyebrows came together. How had she never noticed it before? A simple frame contained a sepia photograph of herself and Bucky, taken a few years earlier. Her gasp caught in her throat as she raised one hand to touch fingertips to the protective glass. There she stood in her prom dress and Bucky in his suit, standing proudly beside her, his left arm around her, hand on her waist. She’d forgotten that a photo had been taken of them on that night. She was facing the camera head on, but her body was turned in towards Bucky’s a little bit, her own arm slung easily around his waist. He was lanky then, still, all long arms and legs, shoulders he had yet to fill. But still, he had piggybacked her down long streets and carried her home countless times when her feet were too sore and tired to carry her any longer.

Lucie retracted her hand and smiled fondly at the photo, her mind swirling with old memories. Then she remembered Bucky as he would be now, hunched and cold, alone. He didn’t have Steve and he didn’t have her. She closed her eyes as she imagined him preparing to end a life.

Finding concealment, setting up his gun, steadying his breathing when the target came into sight, and then easing his finger back on that trigger and watching a man die.

“Oh, Bucky” she whispered to the empty apartment. “What are you doing right now?”

Months poured past and Lucie grew painfully accustomed to not hearing any more from Bucky. She knew that it must be because he was constantly busy, or because he couldn’t find access to a phone. But she desperately missed his voice and was beginning to forget the subtle cadences and notes of it. She didn’t want to forget.

Across the ocean, Bucky sat on the edge of yet another hard cot and stared down at the small photograph he held in his hand, its edges well worn and curling softly. In the photograph, Lucie has turned away from him, her head turning so she can answer the call of her name. Only half of her face is visible to him, and even that is partially covered by her hair, her one visible eye sparkling at him. He remembers taking the photo, remembers Steve calling her name and calling her away from his side. She was wearing green that day, and it shaded her eyes the colours of a forest. He missed that day; he missed all of them.

“Barnes!”

He stood up fast at the sound of his name being shouted across the camp, and shoved the photo hurriedly into the pocket of his pants. He vaguely recognised the officer storming toward him, knew him enough to raise one hand in a snappy salute.

“Yes, sir!” he said quickly. “Sergeant James Barnes, sir.”

The man looked him up and down, his lip curling a little.

“As you were, Sergeant” he replied.

Bucky forced his body to relax, his right hand drifting towards the pocket on the outside of his right thigh where Lucie’s photo lay.

“I’ve heard from some of the other men that you are the foremost sniper in your platoon.”

Bucky jerked his head up again, his eyes narrowing instinctively. He had no desire to blow his own trumpet, but he didn’t want to lie either.

“I’m pretty good, sir” he said slowly. “I don’t know if I’m the best, though.”

To his surprise, the officer grinned at him and reached out to clap him on the shoulder.

“That’s not what I hear, kid, but I’ll take it. Come with me, Sergeant.”

Bucky nodded and reached for his rifle, hanging it over one shoulder. It bumped against him as he walked after the man, following him into one of the officers’ tents. It was roomy, and standing around a long foldup table were several others, men he’d seen around but didn’t know too well. He hadn’t socialised much, which went against the grain for him but he hadn’t really felt the lack.

“Sergeant Barnes, these men are your new team.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows as he scanned the faces in the tent.

“My team for what?” he asked.

“You have a mission to carry out.”

Bucky’s weary mind struggled to focus and concentrate on what this man was saying.

“Mission? What mission, sir?”

“To infiltrate HYDRA’s base located near here. Get in, get information, get out again.”

Bucky felt a continuation of chills race down his spine and spread out along his arms and legs until his whole body was tingling with the sensation that this was very, very wrong and he shouldn’t do it. But he was being given orders, and those he couldn’t say no to. So instead of listening to his instinct, he stepped forward and leaned his gun against the table so he could lean his hands down on it.

“So, what’s the plan?”

The feeling of wrongness hadn’t left him, it had only intensified, growing stronger and stronger as he led his team through the dark woods that ringed the HYDRA base. He carried his rifle levelly, prepared to lift, aim and fire if the need arose. He suspected that the need would arise; the hairs on the back of his neck prickled and he knew that underneath the sleeves of his jacket, the hairs on his arms would be in the same state. His eyes were wide, scoping out the shadows under every tree, just waiting to see someone who shouldn’t be there.

“Barnes!”

His name hissed, travelling on the breeze, snapped his head around, searching gaze on fire in the dark.

“What?” he hissed back, the word coming out more vicious than he meant it to.

The man’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing else as he simply pointed ahead of them, slightly to their left. Bucky followed the direction of his finger and tensed, eyes alighting on several shadowy figures creeping along ahead.

“Are you certain they aren’t ours?” he whispered.

The man nodded.

“Certain, Sergeant” he said, a hint of sarcasm seeping through; Bucky ignored it.

“All right” he muttered.

He signalled the others following him and he heard the many soft clicks of rifles being cocked and the rasps of knives being unsheathed. They started forward, keeping low to the ground, Bucky’s thighs and calves screaming at him to straighten up, but he ignored the pain and was the first to shoot. As soon as he did, gunfire lit up the clearing they had moved into, muzzle flashes mixing with the chatter of rapid machine gunfire.

Seconds of war passed, and then the slow clap that started up behind him sent extra chills down his spine and confirmed for him what he had felt all along: this was wrong.

“They were right about you, Sergeant Barnes” a familiar voice spoke calmly, and with a hint of amusement. “You really are the best.”

He turned slowly, rifle raised to his eye once again. He was ready to fire again, but when he caught sight of the vast numbers of black clad soldiers facing him and his men, guns hot, he lowered it and slowly lifted his hands in the air, his heart beating out a tick-tock against his ribs.

“Ambush” he said quietly, slowly lowering his right hand to his outer pocket.

He wanted the picture of Lucie to be the last thing he saw, not this man’s smirking face. But then there was the muzzle of a gun under his chin, tilting his head right back.

“Uh, no” the officer told him, tutting quietly. “There’s not a chance I’m letting you rearm yourself, kid.”

“Not a gun” Bucky growled through tightly gritted teeth, and felt the tap of cold metal against the soft underside of his chin.

“But yes, you’re quite right, this is an ambush. It was one all along.”

“And your men?” Bucky asked.

A shrug.

“Collateral damage. Needed to see if you were as talented as everyone says that you are. You’ll be perfect.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. His fingers stretched out toward his pocket again, striving to touch the last photo he had of her.

“Perfect for what?”

He didn’t get to hear what he was perfect for; the gun in the officer’s hand came down and whipped him on the temple, and all the lights went out. A clamour from the rest of the men rose up, until firearms were levelled at them all over again as the officer bent down and fished in Bucky’s right pocket, quickly finding what he had been trying so hard to grab hold of one last time.

The man shone a flashlight on the image of the young woman, hair in her face, laughing at the photographer. He shot a glance down at Bucky lying sprawled on the grass, his rifle abandoned by his side. He tapped the photo with a finger before slipping it inside his jacket pocket.

“Interesting” he murmured to himself. “It could come in useful.”

He turned to his men and kicked out at Bucky, the toe of his boot hitting his ribs squarely.

“Carry him” he said sharply. “We’ll need him alive.”

“And the others?” one soldier asked; his words were guttural and strange sounding, as if they were being dragged off his tongue with force.

Another shrug, and a malicious smile.

“Bring them” he replied. “Incentive is always nice.”

Two men shuffled forward and bent to pick Bucky up off the ground, one grabbing his arms and the other his ankles. Together, they moved off with him dangling between them, senseless and oblivious. And his men followed, all too aware of what happened next.

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husbandhoshi · 2 years

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title: what’s your number?

genre: fluff, light angst

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

wc: 6.1k

summary: this whole soulmate thing is supposed to be easy. unfortunately, fate has other plans for you.

tags: soulmates!au (in which people find printed numbers on their skin, counting down to when they meet their soulmate), best friends to lovers, highschool!au, college!au, slow-ish burn, emotionally confused!reader, suggestive content

being at this party, filled with people you neither like nor know, feels like staring straight into the sun, where you feel your eyes closing in on themselves but cannot bring yourself to look away. you sit in a ring in front of the television, the light from a midnight teen drama casting everyone's faces in neon and shadow.

the girl next to you tugs the collar of her shirt to the side to reveal a delicate, neatly printed 493 on the ridge of her collarbone. "i can't believe i'm going to meet my soulmate in university. it's the perfect romance!"

they all giggle, heady and pitchy. "i can't believe i have to wait like, two thousand days. i think i'd be dead by then." another reveals a 2003 on the back of his wrist.

"hey, what about you?"

all the heads turn to you, like dolls in a horror movie.

your heart plummets, god, it feels like it tumbles right out of your body, bare for all of them to see.

"uh, mine haven't shown up yet." the silence feels like it's pressing into your eardrums, punishing your honesty. "my mom says there are late bloomers for this kinda stuff so... i'm not worried."

instead, you're met with cruel twists of their lips. snarls from a wolf pack.

"oh, i've never heard of that one before."

"maybe yours is broken."

"or maybe you don't have a soulmate."

you run out of the house in tears, watching the flames of the birthday candles, the glittery smiles, the printed numbers on their skin blur in and out of vision.

__________________________________________

if you could describe vernon's car, you think you would start with how it sounds. the clanking of the engine as it turns over (she’s thinking, he would say, and you reply, only because she’s not sure she wants you to drive her.), the rasp of his speakers as he plugs in the frayed aux cord, your laughter, floaty and ephemeral. it's faded red, and it feels like home.

he props up his feet on the ratty dashboard. the trinkets he's hung on the rearview mirror jingle airily; you catch a glimpse of the faded little tree air freshener you bought for him three, maybe four years ago.

"shitty party."

vernon's a man of little words, but you like that. he actually thinks before he talks, a rare commodity in your circles. you don't need to try to read him—he speaks, and you know his heart.

you can only slump back in your seat and reach for your milkshake. you're parked in front of your regular diner, facing the moon and the stars and sharing an order of fries (one of your favorite best friend traditions). he's in his big blue pajama hoodie, although when you called, he insisted that he was most definitely not asleep.

"i don't understand why they had to be so mean. my mom's numbers showed up when she was 17, and a lot of people online haven't had theirs yet." he hears you sigh and turns his head ever so slightly to look at you, really look at you to let you know he's listening. "or maybe i just don't have a soulmate. what if there's an odd number of people in the world, and i'm just the unlucky one? it doesn't make sense."

"mine haven't shown up either," vernon says, digging his hand in the bag to eat the fries at the bottom, because it feels like he's hogging them just a little less. "just gotta be patient, i guess. those guys wouldn't know a thing about that."

vernon shrugs his right shoulder, just lifts it up a touch. he's inviting you to rest your head on it, which you gladly do.

"i think you have my favorite shoulders in the world," you groan, and he smiles, because of course he does.

vernon's never cared about your numbers. it's almost like, when you're with him, you're in a different world, one without soulmates, without these dumb body calendars, without feeling like you're pressed up against a window outside, looking in.

sometimes you feel like you're somewhere out there, lost among the high-tide of unknowns and of things that vernon calls stupid, like whatever the hell mingi from literature is going to say about you fleeing the party. and sitting here, riding the rise and fall of his breathing, your cheek smushed against his shoulder, things feel a lot less complicated. things feel right.

inhale. you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and he smiles at you. exhale.

"you know what? fuck soulmates!" you say this decisively, like you're marking your heart, your being with those words.

"yeah. fuck soulmates!"

you commemorate this with a hearty cheer (the dull clink of your styrofoam cups). your smiles are warm in the moonlight, and your heart feels a little something too, like the glow of a stoplight through a thick fog.

__________________________________________

as the rose-colored hysteria of high school retreats far into memory, your sentiments remain the same.

dinnertime conversations with passing acquaintances all somehow come back to the frustrating topic of those neatly inked prints on the side of a finger, the small of a back, the curve of an ankle.

you've learned better than to indulge them in your missing numbers. "297, to be exact. on my hip." the lie now feels light on your tongue, a practiced dance. they always coo excitedly, speculating as to where and how you will meet this mystery person, as if they knew you. "but what really is the point of these numbers? i mean, do we really only have one soulmate?" and they always seem to not hear that part, instead choosing to pick at the cherry tomatoes in their dinner salads.

your heart still feels a little in love with the idea, but you just haven't been dealt the right cards. not in this lifetime at least, you tell yourself.

sometimes you draw in the numbers yourself, sharpie in your shaking hand, and watch the ink bleed black into the ridges of your skin. you know you'll see it weep in the shower, but you like how it makes you feel real. like you have a person, like you're like everyone else.

you miss vernon.

he's studying at a different university, a few thousand miles too far away from you. you miss your midnight talks in his car, sleeping over at his place, sneaking into movies at the local theater, sharing ice cream from the parlor.

you talk often, but when his voice comes through the speakers, tinny and hollow, the miles between you two feel stretched, real.

("you'll call right?" you had asked. your voice is small, and the seconds before his reply feel long, taut, like they'll break. vernon's smile makes you want to cry, but you don't know why. "more times than you can pick up," he says. he doesn't say it like a promise, because promises can be broken. instead, he says it like it's the one true thing he knows, and your heart feels like it shatters into a million little pieces. you don't know why either.

"you're gonna get so fucking tired of me," he laughs, and you swear, never, ever, ever.)

"what, you kept that?"

you see him lean towards the screen to look at you better, to really verify the blue hoodie in your laundry pile was the pajama blue hoodie he lent you and you never gave back. time stops for a breath; god, why is your heart squeezing like that?

and of course you kept it. wore it too, on the nights where you missed the way he smelled (fresh oranges, pine, fabric softener), the way he would press his hand against yours to make fun of the size difference, the way he smiled for you across a crowded room.

life's a little different without vernon — even your music doesn't sound as good as it did through the grain of his car speakers.

"well, you gave it to me!" you grin and hold it up. "you want it back? fly your dumb ass over here then."

vernon smiles again, the big and wide kind that makes his cheeks round. "you know i'm too damn poor for that."

a heavy i miss you hangs in the air, although neither of you can bring yourselves to say something that feels so precious. you keep it locked up in a little part of your brain, instead, letting the fragile, warm memories wash over you like they'll somehow bring him closer.

"come during winter break," you whine.

"i just might." vernon cards a hand through his hair and takes another swig of his energy drink (specifically, the light blue red bull). "who else is gonna call you idiot?"

"the only thing i'll ever say you're good at."

"aw, come on." he holds up his hands in protest. "now who basically took ap lang for you? or chauffeured you to mcdonalds literally every—"

"you only drove because i don't have a car!"

"no, you don't even have a license."

his sweet laugh bubbles through your speakers and fills the room with the feeling of sunshine, even though it's 2 in the morning and the nighttime is tucked behind its blanket of clouds.

__________________________________________

the first time you did this, you swore you'd never do it again.

but here you are, sitting pretty as a picture at the party you're at, with an inked in 409 on the back of your thigh, just low enough for it to peek through the slit of your dress. you tell yourself it's an invitation—come, show me we don't have to be soulmates to feel something—but, really, it feels like armor against some wretched invisible voice telling you you're dying alone.

a year and some change until you meet your soulmate, so might as well have some fun, you tell junhui, a kind graduate student with beautiful eyes, and he smiles because he believes you.

you think his eyes are still beautiful when he tells you he doesn't think it's going to work out. "waiting for my person," he says as he runs a limber finger over the 88 on his wrist.

the following week, you're a neat 31, the script tucked below your rib for chan to find. "whoever you meet next month is a lucky man," he tells you, pressing you into the creased covers of his bed, smelling of downey and soju.

it's a compliment that digs into your skin. no, you're not going to meet someone next month because there isn't anyone on your roster, and all the allure of feeling wanted shatters in the face of that realization. temporary numbers for temporary feelings trying to replace a forever.

when he drops you off in front of your apartment complex that liminal time of night when the moon bleeds into the sky, you feel the hollowness in your chest somehow grow larger; you watch as his little car is sucked up into the grey horizon, like he's irrevocably stolen some part of you that you don't know is gone yet.

somehow, you feel even more profoundly like you don't have a soulmate.

somehow, you find yourself missing vernon again, against all odds.

__________________________________________

you're a 107 when vernon video calls you.

"i'm, uh, coming home for break," he says. you're taking off your makeup from the night's earlier excursion, where you went on what could possibly—no, undoubtedly—have been the worst date of your life. "we can hang out, right?" he asks into the void of silence as you shuck a muddy cotton pad into the bin.

"yes, please," you laugh. "i'm dying out here."

"you're beautiful, " seungcheol tells you. he has a 492 on his bicep, which he does not hesitate to display as he pushes up the sleeve to his white tee. the jaundiced light of the diner falls into his dimples, his collarbones, makes him look like he's glowing. he might just have been one of the hottest men you've ever met.

"hey, you look..." your eyes drift from the mirror to where your phone is propped up, admiring vernon's admittedly very cute thinking face.

"awful?" you ask, albeit rhetorically. it should be clear from your raccoon eyes, but he's never been one to pay too much attention to how much, or how often you beat your face. you'd always just been you to him, which made you feel all sorts of complicated ways. but above all, it made you feel comfortable, which is what you need the most at the moment.

"no, uh..." vernon rubs the back of his neck, a familiar gesture that makes your chest feel like it's being stuffed with cotton, or maybe cement—you feel your stomach pressing, pressing, pressing into itself, like it's trying to make some abstract shape without your consent. "good?" he tilts his head and laughs as a replacement for words.

"flattering, considering i just went on a terrible date."

"not too shabby yourself," you tell seungcheol, watching his eyes crease up at the corners in a smile. you search your heart for that soaring feeling, that little catch in your chest you’re supposed to get when you're in love. you're so absorbed in denying the sheer emptiness you encounter instead that you miss seungcheol's next question, which he so graciously repeats. "do you believe in soulmates?"

"oh?" vernon looks shocked, so much so that it inexplicably breaks your heart a little.

"i'll tell you more when you come visit," you say, yanking off a falsie hard enough to smart. that's a lie, which you've gotten much better at telling without him around to see right through you. "much rather hear about your day."

he knows better than to pry when he shouldn't, so he acquiesces.

"dj'ed again at the radio session today," he starts. "played the playlist you made me, actually."

of course he's been thinking about you. the knowledge that you even exist to him when you're not around fills you with a certain amount of guilt.

ever-present, ever-faithful vernon, and you. you, who feel like you're lost somewhere in the cracks, drifting, drifting, until he tugs your kite string back to earth.

"i'm not really into the soulmates thing," you reply. "that's kind of why i'm here." you meet seungcheol’s gaze, unwavering, fascinated by your honesty. "me neither," he tells you. his lopsided smile disappears under the lip of his beer glass. "this may be kind of stupid, but i want to get to know you better." "okay," you say.

you look at your phone screen again. vernon's little face, illuminated by the light of his phone (his roommate is asleep, unlike yours, who knows no concept of time), grins back at you. it's an excuse to study him, trace the lines of his smile, see how they disappear into his handsome jawline.

"why are you looking at me like that?" vernon laughs again, and it makes you feel funny. "it's a compliment! i was saying my good taste in music must have rubbed off on you."

"sorry, i just..." for once, the words feel like they've been ripped out from under you. "just wanted to look at you." you settle on the truth, which feels so easy when you're with him.

the silence is pulled thin again. you count the seconds as they bite into the immeasurable space between you.

this is one of the few times vernon's expression is unreadable, his eyes shiny caramel pools in the glow of his phone as they avert from your gaze.

"what was so bad about the date?" he asks. "just curious."

"nothing, i—" you chew your lip. "i dunno. he was too perfect, maybe that was it."

and that's exactly why the date was so terrible. seungcheol was perfect, and yet you felt as if you were chasing a wall. searching those puppy dog eyes for an answer he couldn't possibly give you, no matter how much he wanted to.

later, you're watching vernon drift off to sleep on facetime, honey hair falling into his eyes like a habit, when your heart takes the worst fucking plunge of your life.

fuck. fuck.

you notice the tiny little numbers on your collarbone that you had so carefully, stupidly inked in, in remembrance of that terrible party you went to years ago. they melt onto the cotton pad like they always do, except this time it matters, it fucking matters that vernon's probably thinking your numbers waltzed in one day and you just didn't tell him.

it matters that he thinks you have a soulmate now, and that soulmate isn't him.

and for the life of you, you can't figure out why the hell that makes you so upset.

i just don't fucking want him to leave me behind, you tell yourself. and right now, you don't know what the hell a soulmate is supposed to be, but vernon's the damn closest thing you have to one, and you might have just lost him.

__________________________________________

it's the most unfortunate thing to happen, you think, your back to the mirror as your roommate tries to position another mirror within your line of vision.

you were studying, and you had reached back to tie your hair up when your roommate had unleashed the most unsightly gasp.

"fuck, your numbers!"

and there they are, you now see, in the shaky reflection of your roommate's makeup compact.

a neat, round, zero.

"zero. you have got to be kidding me. all my life and i've waited for a freaking zero." you don't know whether to laugh or to cry at the irony of it all. you don't even feel real right now. "so maybe i am fucking broken after all."

the beat your roommate takes to think is so palpable, it might as well have grown legs and started talking.

"maybe it popped up a little while ago. and since it's in a place impossible for you to notice, you wouldn't have known. and then the countdown just ran out."

"so you're saying i have no idea when i met my soulmate."

your roommate frowns. "maybe someone within the past few days. i don't know." then a sigh and a shake of her head. "you always told me you thought this whole thing was stupid anyway."

you bite your lip. yeah, it was stupid because it didn't work. and now it feels all the more stupid that you still get fucked over, even if it just so happened that you weren't actually defective.

"what if your number was always zero because you had already met your soulmate? like it appeared late, and when it appeared it was already zero?"

"then what's the point?!" you bury your head in your hands.

a reel of faces flashes through your memory. the beautiful girl on the subway. seokmin from psychology. the waiter who served you lunch at the cafe last week. seungcheol.

and then you think about vernon. what his numbers are, if he even has any.

and you think about that little part of you that so desperately wants him to be your number.

"look on the bright side! anyone with a 0 could potentially be your person! and i bet every one of them is eager to meet their match."

"i don't wanna talk about it."

you roll over and cover your head with a pillow, memories of you and vernon's fuck soulmates! stuck on a slow, sick repeat in your head.

__________________________________________

you don't think there's a better place in the world than curled up next to vernon on the ratty, naked queen sized mattress he has in his parents' basement (the two of you outgrew the twin in his bedroom).

the walls are plastered with second-skin band posters, pearly with the cast of the summertime moonlight. the sunshine yellow of the nirvana logo peeks out from behind the setlist from a blink-182 concert; the crt tv in the corner is playing a late-night sitcom, the fuzzy audio a low drone beneath vernon's quiet humming.

you're lying on your side, making some headway through a book his mom had gifted you for your birthday two years ago—or at least, trying to. instead, you're dancing somewhere on the periphery of wakefulness and a lovely dream. vernon is reading too, propped up on his elbow so he can see over your shoulder, although you suspect he's not absorbing much either, given you've been on the same page the entire commercial break.

"tired?" he asks, although it's more of an acknowledgement. a warm, familiar hand runs down the column of your spine. you roll over to look at him, sleep-dazed, hair fanning out around you like a halo. when your eyes catch, it melts you; the treble of the crickets quiets, and you feel you're so close to him, your hearts blur together.

he smiles at you, and you feel dizzy.

that was the summer you almost said you loved him.

but you didn't know what it meant yet. a part of you thought that if you said it aloud, the words would shrivel up and die because you didn't say it the right way, with the conviction that someone like vernon deserved.

today, he had texted you that he was going on a date with a girl from music theory.

what should i wear? he had asked, and this stupid question set you off and ruined the rest of your day.

and now the words you never said—i love you, i love you, i love you—swell in your head, taunting, fading. you're reaching for something now just barely out of grasp, two seconds too late.

it wasn't even fair of you to call seungcheol back, but you did. and now, you're here, reading the airbag warning on the visor in his camry, trying to find something to talk about for the 5 minutes it takes him to drive to his frat house.

you think, maybe, just maybe, if you kiss him hard enough, you'll fall in love with him. and just maybe, when you wake up in his bed tomorrow morning, it won't have mattered what his or your numbers are. he'll push up the sleeve on his tee again, and that 492 would have become a 0 because he'll be your soulmate, and then you can stop worrying about whoever the fuck vernon is busy falling in love with.

__________________________________________

the coffee shop is crowded in december, flooded with overdressed tourists in christmas scarves and couples defrosting in the booths tucked in the back.

it's become a bad habit of yours, reading the sad forums on "looking for my number 0". it's a craigslist of missed encounters, of sad, desperate zero-holders to possibly reconnect with that passing face, the soft eyes that perhaps held their entire future. you've never posted, but it gives you a solace of sorts knowing that other people are in the same boat as you.

“misery loves company,” you had told your roommate, who then proceeded to berate you for deleting seungcheol's number.

against her honest advice, it was easy. is the shitty date club accepting new members? vernon had texted you, and it was all you needed (honestly, more than enough) to hit that red button and be released.

suddenly, a pair of mittens comes crashing down on your head. "get off tinder, dummy."

your brief indigence gives way to something that can only be described as falling in love. because there stands vernon chwe, cheeks blushed pink with warmth and glowing smile stretched from ear to ear. you fall into his arms like the best kind of habit; amongst everything going wrong around you, this one thing feels right.

again, you're pulled into the moment where you're two summers younger, where numbers don't matter. you feel stupid for ever doubting him, for ever trying to replicate what you had here, with him, because you honestly couldn't dare to imagine it with anyone else.

“i missed you,” he whispers into the crook of your shoulder, where both you and he know you have absolutely no chance at seeing his face.

“i missed you too.”

the both of you pull away more reluctantly than you’d like to admit. there’s a buzzing, whirring in your chest like something's coming to life again.

you both take your usual seats at the little table in the corner, next to the frosted window dotted with fresh snow.

“your voice sounds better on the phone,” you joke, but, god, it’s the biggest lie you think you’ve ever told. you hate the electricity running through your veins; he sounds like home, like your favorite songs, the grit of his truck radio, the muffled beating under his hoodie.

“you’re insufferable.” he does that thing where he leans back in his chair and ruffles the hair on the back of his head. “is that the only thing you have to say to me?” he’s light, floaty, with laughter.

“you first.”

“okay, well. working at the studio has been amazing. i got an offer to write the lyrics to a song—and my evil boss happened to love it.” he fishes a pair of earbuds out from his coat pocket.

"you didn't tell me!"

"wanted it to be a surprise." his crooked smile has always been cute, but this time, it makes you feel like you're on the brink of exploding. "yes, there were a lot of late nights—”

“you made sure i got an earful about those.”

“yes, because, fuck, those were rough. picture this—you're mcing a radio show, at midnight. the booth smells like the floor of a frat house superbowl weekend, you’re running off ramen and piss-warm red bull, and someone's trying to phone in and ask if they should drop their chemistry class.”

you love seeing him like this, all lit up with the energy he has when he’s in love.

"the answer is always yes, you know."

he meets your eyes for a split second, then his gaze falls back to his latte. “wish you were there. who else would entertain me at 4 am? i’ve lost my touch.” he says this half-dunked in a chuckle, but there’s a hint of sincerity in it that makes you feel as if you’re on a rocking boat.

something feels different, like both of you are holding back or something, like there are a million unsaid words floating in the air and no one can seem to pull them out quite right. you've been rehearsing a half-baked speech in your head, but all you can come up with is (1) you might possibly be the worst friend in the world and (2) fuck soulmates, unless their name is vernon.

“shut up.” you finally notice you’re smiling, that you’ve been smiling, that your cheeks hurt from doing it so much. “now what about your song? i wanna hear it.”

“you gotta tell me about you first.”

and you know he's not talking about all of the fluff about your final exams, your roommate's lying, cheating boyfriend, or how you fell down a flight of stairs trying to text him a picture of mating squirrels because he's heard it all already.

you know he's wondering about the script on your collarbones, the mythical numbers that he saw that tuesday night that you conveniently never mentioned again.

“well, uh…m-my soulmate numbers finally showed up.” it comes out stilted, afraid, because you're scared of where the conversation will go. if it'll wander to the topic of his numbers, but whether they're ten or five thousand, you just don’t want to know about that lucky person he’ll spend his life with.

it doesn’t seem right, the two of you existing separately.

"yeah, i saw, but i didn't want to ask," he says. the words come out so easily, you wonder if they mean anything at all. "looked... looked like kind of a big number, though."

"well, uh..." you pick at your napkin, tearing it into neat, straight shreds. it bothers you that vernon doesn't have to look at your hands to know what you're doing, that he knows you so well, and yet what you're about to say might make him know you a little less.

"you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

"no, i—" you pause mid-rip. "those numbers weren't real. i drew them on for a date." and then you place another gauzy strip of paper in the neat pile by your mug.

this is one of the few times in your life where you can see vernon take a visible pause, brows furrowing together as he tries to process what the fuck you just said.

"i just wanted to feel normal," you start to blabber. it feels like with every piece you tear, you're laying your innermost thoughts out to dry, bare for vernon to see. the embarrassing word vomit comes out like water from a broken faucet—slowly, then all at once. "i wanted someone to want me, to feel normal. i don't know why, i — "

"hey, it's ok." the breath you've been holding in feels heavy as it oozes out of your lungs. "but why didn't you tell me?"

"it's because they weren't real. just some stupid thing i was doing for attention." you place the final napkin shred in the pile. "but—my real ones did show up. a few days ago."

vernon raises an sharp eyebrow. "well," he says expectantly, and all of a sudden it feels like you're stripped naked in front of him. you turn your back to him and begin to draw up your hair, and he follows suit, gathering all the loose strands and holding it in a loose ponytail so you can fix the collar of your shirt.

it's an easy gesture for him; it comes naturally—it's not like he's never touched your hair before, but for some reason the whole ordeal makes you want to throw up. and then he runs a finger over the number, touch deliberate and reverent, like he's afraid it might disappear, and you're two seconds away from digging your own grave.

luckily, he breaks the silence, first with a warm chuckle.

"zero, huh?" and then the warm, playful lilt of his voice.

you turn back around in your seat to face him, and the air feels weightless; he's searching your eyes for something, but you can't tell what.

"guess you were right about this whole thing being stupid," vernon continues, saying something along the lines of no idea who it could be then, and even maybe it was that awful date you went on, something that's supposed to make you laugh but instead twists in your stomach like an awful curse.

"yeah, fuck soulmates, am i right?"

you wait for him to say something funny in return, but he doesn’t end up saying anything.

“lemme hear your lyrics,” you finally say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to plug in his earbuds.

“right. i think you’ll really like it." he has this nervous tic where he stretches out his words when he's unsure, much like he did years ago when you told him you actually read the shit he was writing in the margins of his notebooks, yeah it's really fucking good, and all the blood rushed to his cheeks.

"of course i will," you say. he looks up from his phone with a million stars in his eyes, and you say it again.

the song starts. it’s a number sang by a girl with a voice like fairies, about the kind of love that feels like sticking your head out of the car window on the highway by the ocean, like holding hands for the first time, like coming home. it’s lonely but it's not, and you can’t help but be surprised by how lovesick it sounds.

what’s even more surprising is that it came out of vernon's head, the stupid, awkward kid who used to do flips on the monkey bars and eat dry cereal out of the bag for dinner. and that horrible feeling creeps into your heart again, stills your breathing—that kid is now an adult, sitting less than a meter away and looking at you with a certain softness.

what if it's been us all along?

“it’s beautiful. who would’ve known such poetry could come out of that coconut head of yours?”

he colors rose pink. “hey, now.”

“i’m kidding, you know i'm kidding, but it's really fucking good, and—"

reveling in your praise, he takes his phone off the table, jacket sleeve falling down his arm towards his elbow.

and if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would’ve missed the tiny, jet-black 0 on the side of his forearm. it looks like a birthmark, and honestly, if you weren't so good at faking your numbers, you would have thought it was one.

“vernon, wait!”

a thousand scenarios play through your head. it feels like you're tumbling somewhere, maybe floating, maybe even sinking.

“what, you wanna listen again?” he grins. “it’s not that great.”

“you—you have a zero. like me.”

vernon opens his mouth and then closes it again, obviously looking for the right thing to say.

“did you just not want to tell me?”

“no, no, no. it’s—” he pauses again.

it’s quiet again. the ambient noise fades in and out, the idle chatter and the jingling of bells and the thready cafe music.

“i didn’t want to tell you because—” the words trickle out of him; they just scatter into the air, and they're so quiet, you think you might lose them. “i was afraid it wouldn’t be me.”

“w—”

it feels like the world has stopped, except for yours, which is spinning on the axis that is vernon chwe.

“from the day that i met you, my numbers were zero.” he bites his lip, but he knows he can’t stop. “i just...i just wanted to fall in love with you no matter what. no matter what my numbers, or your numbers, said. when i walked into that classroom for the first time, it could’ve been any of them. but i wanted it to be you.”

you feel all the strings binding up your heart unravel all at once, like a great big gasp.

you really want to say something. anything. that you’ve always thought this whole soulmate thing was stupid because it’s always been him. him, him, him.

that you didn't know how, or why, or when your numbers came up, but it might have had something to do with that night, the last night you had ever faked your numbers, the night they bled from your neck and you cried because you realized you might just be in love with your best friend.

the words feel trapped. you chose him, and he chose you. how the hell did you manage to make it so complicated?

you know your now three-fourths baked speech is not only very bad, but also a near impossible feat at this point, so instead you make do with the limited vocabulary you're capable of.

“i can't fucking believe it, but i think i'm in love with you.”

and you lean across the booth to kiss him, all sugar and mocha, the heat from your cheeks and the cool of winter, the soft press of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours.

"can i get a redo?" he murmurs somewhere in the space between, and, god, you've never said yes faster. the way his smile fits against yours, oh, you know he's thinking something dumb about wanting to kiss you the right way, but it can't possibly be better than this.

you finally pull away, feeling all honey-sticky with love. is it normal to want to kiss him again?

"maybe i should stick with the poetry," vernon says, guilelessly, as if he just didn't ask for a redo like you were both back in 5th grade.

unfortunately, neither of you are really great at the self-control thing.

“vernon chwe—”

kiss.

“fuck—”

kiss.

“you.”

kiss.

you feel heady, love-drunk, like you are five million feet in the air.

“i love when you say that, you know.” he grins. "fuck soulmates, you said? you mean me?"

and maybe this whole soulmate thing isn't so bad after all.

#OHHHHHHHHH my god. i was telling mads this felt like giving birth #truly a labor of love. also i fell in love with vernon a little bit while writing this #no idea what to tag this. i hope you guys like it #mine #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen #vernon #vernon x reader #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #vernon x you #seventeen vernon

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