#young k soft lockscreens

[moon-alight]

Hi can I request Nicholas (&Team) as a boyfriend. I really loved your K one. ❤️

On it! I love writing these headcanons... they make me so damn soft.

&Team Nicholas as your boyfriend

Warnings: none

Word Count: 657

Masterlist

CRUSH PHASE

-He had met you while he was on tour. There was probably someone with him, let's say Taki.

-He would constantly stare at you until his young friend would encourage him to ask you for your number.

-And so he did.

-Now, he was a bit scared you would reject him but you did give him your number after he had stuttered out the question.

-You were talking for hours on the phone, constantly sending each other funny tiktoks or memes or weird stuff.

-Until Nicholas started to feel like you were a bit more than a friend he had met on tour.

-You decided to meet up as you don't live too far away from one another and BOOM first kiss + confession all at once.

-You obviously feel the same for him as he feels for you so, congrats, now you're dating!

DATING PHASE

-Let me tell you, not much changes when you shift from a friendship to a relationship. Nicholas still sends weird memes and tiktoks at 3 AM...

-Only every now and then he sends a cute one for girlfriends or something.

-He would definitely send a picture of two cute animals and type 'us'

-Makes the cheesiest playlist and sends it to you.

-Not only that but he also expects you to listen to it at least once a week.

-A relationship with him is chaotic but in a good way.

-Wants to recreate funny or cute tiktoks with you.

-Teaches you some dances which you can do together.

-Has a picture he secretly snapped of you on one of your dates as his lockscreen and is not afraid to show it off proudly.

-He might like indoor dates more. Just you and him cuddled up on the couch or in bed with pizza and a movie.

-The two of you listen to Taylor Swift and scream along with the lyrics.

-Everytime you come home from work he would ask you about it.

-If you talk with a friend on the phone and it sounds like tea... Nicholas is right next to you reacting exactly like you even if he can't hear your friend.

-He's just a sucker for tea.

-Can't leave you without a kiss. He'd be sulky all day if he doesn't get his goodbye kiss.

-Also sends good morning and good night texts... he never even missed a day. He's very consistent.

-Wakes you up with tickles and laughs when you push him out of bed.

-The kind of boyfriend who would laugh his ass off first before helping you after you fell.

-Unless you seriously hurt yourself...

-Then he's nurse Nico for you.

-Just like K, he's protective but not over protective.

-Though if you wear something revealing, he will have the entire 'talk' with you where he tells you that that view is just for him and only him.

-But when you put up enough of a fight, he will let you go out like that.

-Hear me out... MATCHING PAJAMAS!

-He probs found them on a weird website and decided to order some, you always wear them.

-He gets sulky when you don't.

-Loves, loves, loves to tease you.

-In a playful kinda way ofc.

-He is both your boyfriend and best friend.

-You would be out on a date in the mall, sitting on a bench and eating ice-cream while judging strangers together.

-How cute.

-He's a bit clueless at times but he tries.

-Your fights usually consist of Nicholas being a menace and you being fed up with his antics.

-But you always work it out because... ahem... COMMUNICATION.

-He loves you so much but wouldn't admit it before you do.

-Once you say ily, he's all over you.

-Showing together is a must. Not even in a sexual way.

-He just wants to wash your hair for you.

-And he totally expects you to do the same. Hehe.

-We all love Nicholas. :)

[pa-stella]

of course it's me again asking for kuujyu 💃 can I get a 22? for the compliment thingie? 🥺💜

Thank you as usual for requesting KuuJyu!!I t’s a little shorter compared to what I usually write, but my head is trying to explode, it seems. Since I’m writing this in the middle of the night, I thought D.L.N. by The Gazette would be a fitting song. I hope you will like it! 

Title: D.L.N. Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Kuko/Jyushi Prompt: "I could listen to you for hours."

Song translation by distortedaytime.

The voices coming from a group of people caught Kuko’s attention as he was approaching the building. He recognized the leather pants and colorful hair of Jyushi’s teammates, who greeted him with small bows when they saw him. Judging from the tired faces, their practice must have been exhausting.

“Be careful on the way home.” The young monk stated while they were walking home. He looked at them disappear in the autumnal fog before closing the door behind his back.

The third Division Rap Battle was approaching and Jyushi had suggested using the practice room of his band to train their rapping. Kuko had to admit that the idea had been great: the place was near Hitoya’s office and far from any of his father’s absurd requests. Plus, there were vending machines full of snacks in the hallway!

After stopping to buy his usual coke, he headed to the room number 19. The door wasn’t fully closed so he could already hear Jyushi’s familiar voice. It was normal for him to keep singing between ArgoξOrchestra and Bad Ass Temple’s practice sessions.

“Curtains are drawn over the moon, but the sun still shines on me…”

Kuko opened the door slowly and was met with the sight of his teammate sitting on one of the many amps in the room with his back to the entrance. Jyushi was so busy singing and humming something that he didn’t even notice him.

“Even if you awaken before the night has come to an end and there are no stars shining and the lights that painted the streets have gone out…”

If he had thought of interrupting him, Kuko changed idea in an instant. The lyrics of the unknown song were so bittersweet, yet Jyushi’s voice was extremely gentle and soft. As if he was singing a lullaby to himself. As if he was searching for some kind of peace. Kuko loved seeing him pull out all of his frustrations during rap battles, but he knew that that was the real Jyushi. The melancholic artist. The teen still full of hope and love.

“You should be glad when you see the face of the person you love and should protect them until the very end…” 

The monk observed him as he took his phone from the nearby table to look at the lockscreen. The device showed a selfie the Nagoya Division had taken during their last trip to Tokyo. 

“...just getting to see them should be more than enough…“ Even if Jyushi was still facing away, his voice told Kuko that he was smiling.

After that, the young man stopped singing and yawned. He fumbled with the phone before mumbling to himself. “Kuko-san and Hitoya-san are late today…”

“What are you talking about? I am never late!” Kuko suddenly spoke and Jyushi jumped up.

“K-K-K-Kuko-san! How long have you been here?!”

“Long enough.” was his simple reply as he went to sit down on another amp.

Jyushi sighed, lowering his head a little. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

“You were singing and I love listening to you.” The honest answer made the other blush. “I wouldn’t have moved from the door if you hadn’t stopped.”

“Don’t be silly…”

“It’s true! I could listen to you for hours!”

“Hours? I don’t have all that free time.” Hitoya’s annoyed voice startled the couple.

“Hitoya-san!”

“It’s about time you showed up!”

“Show some respect, kid!”

[mi-nju]

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[zhao-mei]

- ̗̀ⁿᵉʷ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ̖́- Younghyun lockscreens

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[noris-nebula]

[12:53 am]

[one of these is 18+ DNI if a minor]

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Younghyuns soft but callused hand rests upon Y/n’s thigh, rubbing small circles upon her smooth skin. As he leaned to rest his head on her shoulder, he whispered into his girls ear “I can’t wait to take you over when we get home, babygirl. Just you wait.” He said, causing Y/n to shiver slightly

2

As the bands concert ended, the Kang siblings bowed and walked off stage, Y/n going ahead of her big brother. Somehow a male fan got himself backstage, and trapped Y/n into a corner, touching her in the most inappropriate places. She shuts her eyes tightly as she screams loudly, “YOUNGHYUN HELP ME!” Her brothers head whips around quickly, stopping what he was doing. As he dropped his guitar and raced to his little sisters side, immediately throwing a right hook at the mans face, consequently getting him off of her. The stranger laying on the floor, holding his face, looks at Y/n (whose held in her brothers arms)with a scowl plastered across his face.

Kang Younghyun

[kkkkjjjkklkk]

in homage to the new unit from exo, I made two locks!

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[peach-stuffs]

... ☆ Wonpil lockscreens {request} ... ☆

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[softies-exo]

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[incepstla]

Tag game 1: rules: post your lockscreen, the last song you listened to and the last picture you saved.

Tagged by: Cat @eijunes and Siri @jaegerists thank you both for the tag <3

Last song and last picture (lockscreen is just me on holiday lol so I won’t be posting)

Tag game 2:

Tagged by @jaegerists thanks for the tag!

list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same:

Mad Woman - Taylor Swift, I love the whole of folklore but been listening to this song a lot lately.

In my head - Ariana Grande, I really love the production and instrumentation of this.

Lovely - Billie Eilish & Khalid, honestly always been obsessed with this song.

Hold on - Chord Overstreet, it’s sad and I’m a sucker for sad songs.

Clocks - Coldplay, one of my fave songs from them just because of the piano riff. It’s actually one of the first songs that motivated me to learn to play piano, so it has a special place in my heart.

Youth - Daughter, always makes me feel a certain way so I adore it.

Marvin’s Room - Drake, sad and made me see Drake in a different light the whole album did I love.

Photograph - Ed Sheeran, this just makes me reminiscent of the past I love everything about it.

Iris - goo goo dolls, I find myself always going back to this song also love the lyrics and guitar in it.

All the stars - Kendrick Lamar & SZA, was obsessed with this song when black Panther came out the visuals and vibe was something else. I still love it a lot.

-o-

Favourite colour: blue practically every shade, softer shades of purple/lilac. I mean I splatter it all over my edits so I don’t try to hide it sjsjsj

Currently reading: Gone Girl and education books.

Last song: All I want - Kodaline

Last series: euphoria

Last movie: Seven or Se7en

Sweet, savory, or spicy: I like all tbh depends on mood but savory is the most consistent.

currently working on: some event stuff

-o-

5 things I love talking about: (no order)

1) fave ships

2) tv shows I’m into or anime

3) Levi

4) New music

5) movies

-o-

use this picrew to make a muffin: I think mine is ugly but I tried sjsjs

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Tag game 3:

Tagged by Steph @hanae-ichihara Angie @okkottsus Victoria @tatakaeeren and Siri @jaegerists thank you all so much for the tag <33

let's get to know our Animanga Fandom mutuals/followers better?

01. how did you find out about anime? I would watch Dragon Ball Z as a child with my older brother in the very early 00’s. It was what we bonded over and everyone at primary school would talk about dragon ball. I was so young then but I remember glimpses. Around this time I also remember getting into Sailor Moon as well.

02. What’s your favourite anime? As much as I have my ups and downs with the final arc I would say Shingeki no Kyojin. I adored the plot twists, suspense, story, thrill, sadness, the emotional journey, character growth and arcs, honestly it’s a great ride. And I still wholly love Levi, Eren, Erwin and co. It was fascinating to see their motivations, journeys (and not always agreeing lol). I also really love fma brotherhood, still have a soft spot for the Dragonball franchise too.

03. Do you have a favourite J-music/k-pop group/singer? Ahhh I adore Hiroyuki Sawano <3 and Yiruma.

04. When is your birthday? And how old are you? May 11th, 27

05. Currently, what is your favourite fandom anime? Idk I guess Shingeki, but it’s more of me engaging with a smaller selection of people. I also like talking about bnha, jjk and kny from time to time. Larger fandoms in general tend to be messy imo.

06. Despite the ups and downs of tumblr, what motivates you to stay here today and do your best? Honestly it’s nice seeing so many talented people and creations here I’m always in awe. And even sharing my own when I feel up for it. And honestly despite that yes tumblr doesn’t feel as lively as other social media, but there is a general respect for content creators on here compared to other platforms. Also there’s always super nice and supportive people on here.

07. finally, create yourself in this picrew:

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Tagging: @sattosugu @gojosattoru @hiraxo @lou96 @gizaoyas @aslaanjade @zuura @tohmura @kyojuuros @childeapologist @fugoukeijis @ackersoul @theforgers @hashaneeee @crimsonrosee and whoever else wants to do it!

[p1harmonie]

✿ HAPPY MIMIDAY ✿

@cinamonmina

happiest of birthdays wifey!!! ♡

i hope you know how proud i am of you and how much your friendship means to me. i adore your whole being, you're so inspiring and caring! i still can't believe i was lucky enough to meet someone as amazing as you, you're my daily source of serotonin! you're just so beautiful inside and out mimi, thank you for being you. you don't even imagine how important you are to me! whenever i see a message from you, the biggest smile appears on my face because you just make me so so so happy. thank you for being so supportive and for making my life brighter!! you better stay in my life forever or else </3 i love you to the moon and back, happy birthday again wifey <3

(okay so since i can't show up at your doorstep with a cake and flowers, i'm sending you some things that i prepared for you! it's honestly so fun when we write headcanons for each other, i guess it's our thing hehe anyways this time i decided to add a lil drabble to the headcanons i wrote for you! and a mini playlist for you and your favourite boy, hope you like it mimi <3)

♪ mimin's playlist !

Microphone by young k and dvwn

Island by 10cm

My universe by stray kids

I want u around by yugyeom and devita

Nobody else by monsta x

# headcanons !

- you can't help it but get flustered whenever he fixes your clothes' tag or jewelry. running his fingers through your hair, he reaches over to place the clasp of your necklace back to its proper place. "you're good to go now"

- whenever he's eating something he knows you like, he saves you some of it. and if you're sharing something, he lets you have the last bite, as long as he gets to feed it to you

- he's your personal photographer! he just thinks you're the prettiest person ever, so how can he not take pics of you all the time? every week he changes his lockscreen with a new candid photo of you

- when you can't meet for a long time, you two have these long video calls where both of you’d talk about your week. between lots of giggles and funny comments, he would remind you how much he missed you every two seconds

- he always reminds you to be careful and asks you to text or call him when you get to wherever you’re going to. "send me a text when you get home"

- hugging him is always so much fun; he playfully pokes your side and tickles you just to annoy you but immediately pulls you back against his chest if you try to escape his arms. it's all teasing smiles against skin, cheeks squishing against each other's and gently messing hair up

- whenever he notices that you're staring at him he doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but then he suddenly turns your way and stares back until you get a blushing mess

✎ drabble !

As soon as you get home, the sweet smell of popcorn welcomes you.

“Close your eyes and count to 10.”

Slipping your hands over your face, you follow jimin's words as you slowly start to count.

When you’re done, you can feel his fingers gently grabbing your wrists. The feeling of his breath tickling your skin makes you squirm, as he nuzzles his nose into the back of your neck. “Okay, now you can open them.”

The sight of a blanket fort in the middle of your living room takes your breath away. Giggling, he tells you to come inside, excited to show you his work. "I spent the whole afternoon on this, I hope you like it."

As you sit down on some soft pillows, he throws a blanket around the both of you. Running his hand up and down your back, you quickly relax under his touch. When he invites you to snuggle closer to him, you look at him with the same smile that gives your feeling away and that jimin fell in love with.

Your gaze is fixed on him, while your fingers play delicately with his eyelashes. Taking your hand in his, he drags it closer to his mouth to place a lingering kiss on your fingertips. “What are you thinking about?”

When you realize that you’re actually staring at his parted lips, you move your eyes around his face, noticing a single eyelash on his cheek. Picking it up with your finger, you put it in front of his lips “Quick! You have to make a wish and then blow it away.”

As he closes his eyes to focus, the eyelash falls on the ground.

“Your wish.” you whine with a pout on your face that makes him chuckle. Hugging you tightly, he pecks your lips.

“It’s okay. With you by my side, I already have everything I could wish for.”

[hiro-gari]

[Part 1] If you like emotional idea for oneshot, I have one about Wings AU for Metal Bat: What if blackened feathers on the wings representing bottled-up emotions? Despite his hot-headed and outspoken personality, Badd still has alot of black feathers on his white wings because of the burden as a hero, a big brother, and a single guardian for Zenko, especially after the death of their parents. Garou on the opposite has none of it because he let his emotions out and has kinda 'idgaf' personality.

[Part 2] After they're together and getting comfortable with eachother, Badd's wings little-by-little become pure white again like him in the past as he slowly but surely opened up about himself to Garou.. 💖 You can make it as emotional as possible, hurt/comfort is OK too! 😉👌✨ I apologized if it's not so good and for making it Batarou-hinted again I'm so sorry 😅💦 Thank you for always listening to my random asks, hope you have lots of good days in new year! 😊👍💕💖💝🌸🌻

I’m soso sorry I have no excuse for taking so long to write this 😅 I hope it is worth the wait

Understandings

Garou/Metal Bat Wings! AU oneshot

Hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, violence, death mentions

Badd’s eyes snapped open as the hush of the train was interrupted by a voice resounding from the intercom, declaring their upcoming stop.

Gazing out the window, he barely caught sight of a decorative sign as it flashed by-

WELCOME TO K CITY

The other passengers started to stir as well, some glancing in his direction. A young boy stared at him fixedly. Badd tried to smile genuinely and gave him a small wave. The kid’s eyes widened and he nudged the woman in the seat beside him and pointed towards Badd. She turned in his direction, her brow furrowing when she caught sight of him.

He slowly slumped further into his seat and looked back out the window, regretting his decision to take public transit.

The Hero Association had not-so-subtly requested that heroes “refrain from excessive public interaction unrelated to your heroic duties” in the weeks following the defeat of the Monster Association. Though they were victorious, the media was still a storm of mixed views on the integrity and commitment of heroes after the blow they had been dealt. 

Badd rubbed his temple absently, trying to ignore the ache in his head that had been spreading since morning. Months ago, I’d have assumed that kid was a fan, probably would’ve offered to pose for a photo... He clicked on his phone to make himself look busy and stared at his lockscreen. It was an old picture of a much younger Zenko beaming, her ivory wings spread wide with glee as she cradled a scraggly tabby.

His phone screen went black again, and he sighed defeatedly at the sight of his own dejected reflection. The train slowed to a halt as it pulled into the station, and one by one everyone filed into the aisle. He tried not to notice the pure white wings on the backs of the passengers lined up in front of him as they walked out into the city.

Doesn’t mean shit. Anyone can go to a cosmetics store and get those white dyes. Even still, he glanced over his shoulder, anxiously checking to be sure he had every inch of jet black covered.

Nearly a year ago, the first gray patches had appeared.

Though the initial blow of his parents death was unbearable, he forced himself to find the strength to smile, excel at his hero duties, and maintain his cocky attitude.

But as the months went by, it seemed the more effort he gave into being a hero and a caretaker for Zenko, the more the dark stains would spread.

His phone chimed, and he pulled it from his pocket, slinging his bat over his shoulder casually. He froze as Zenko’s name above the all caps message sent a flash of anxiety through him, but it was quickly washed away by the picture she had attached. It was a rather blurred selfie, but she was smiling, posing with a slick brown creature pawing the glass behind her.

OTTERS ARE SO CUTE! I WANT ONE! she wrote.

Of course. Her class had taken a trip to the zoo for the day, and he’d seen her off with them before departing on his own. Badd had wanted to accompany her as a chaperone, but previous experience had taught him that his old school teachers had never quite forgiven him for being such a problematic student. He continued on, making his way in the direction of the dense forest, which framed the city’s entire eastern edge. The buildings and streets ended abruptly as he reached a wooden arch. The faded gray letters etched into the timber read

K CITY NATURE PARK

Beyond it was a stony path, forking in one direction toward an open area dotted with benches and gazebos, the other leading to a formidable wooden staircase. The top was barely visible from where Badd stood, and the wood creaked as he took the first step. He twirled his bat absently as he ascended, taking in the sounds and the overwhelming green that was notably absent for miles surrounding his home. When was the last time I’ve been to a place like this? Maybe I should bring Zenko sometime... The smell brought memories buried deep in his mind to the surface. He recalled how he’d raced up and down the steps, showing off for his parents as they made the climb with him.

“I don’t care about the way it looks! But keeping all those bad feelings hidden away, it’ll wear you down, big bro...”

Even though he tried to never let Zenko see his current state, it was impossible to completely keep it from her. He hated the idea of covering his wings, but her concern about him had become unbearably overwhelming. He just needed more time to fix things...

He turned back toward the path, which lead into an aged stone temple on the shore of a shimmering lake.

Badd was so overcome by the nostalgia of the view, he nearly overlooked the crouched figure on the roof, completely still, save for the ruffling of his feathers in the gaining wind.

He was crouched low, his snowy wings half unfolded defensively. 

His golden eyes narrowed as Badd instinctively gripped his bat in both hands, twisting his face in anger. The man rose slowly, never taking his eyes off him, and stepped over the ledge. His outstretched wings caught the wind and he landed silently.

The sound of the first, sparse droplets of rain hitting stone filled the stillness between them.

“You…” Badd growled through gritted teeth

“Metal Bat…”

His scowl gave way to a slight smirk, and he closed the distance between them in one fluid movement. He stopped just short of Badd’s reach, unflinching as Badd raised his bat menacingly.

“You look like shit.”

“Garou!” Badd yelled as he unleashed a fury of blows, hitting only raindrops as his opponent nimbly evaded each strike.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Badd hissed, reeling as Garou leapt behind him.

“You’re supposed to be back in that cesspool you patrol,” He lunged, catching the full force of Badd’s swing in his hand, stopping it midair. “I’ll do whatever I like.” Badd lost his footing as Garou effectively disarmed him. He was sent crashing to the ground before he could recover.

The sky seemed to open at once, releasing an unrelenting torrent of rain. Badd lifted himself, brushing aside the dark strands of hair that clung to his face, squinting through the storm. Garou’s taunting grin had vanished, replaced with a look of disbelief.

“Where’s that Fightin’ Spirit you got?” Garou tossed the bat aside with a clang. He arched a brow as he stepped closer, nearly towering over Badd. “What the hell is wrong with you,” he said darkly, lowering himself until his face was mere inches away from Badd’s.

“Damn you,” Badd cursed, pushing him back to an arm’s length. He unfolded his wet, heavy wings slowly. The downpour had washed away the white he’d covered them with, revealing the dense, black feathers that threatened to overtake him entirely. “Can't you see?”

Without hesitation, Garou half dragged him across the muddy pathway. He roughly shoved him into the dimly lit temple, staying forebodingly quiet. Badd thudded up against the dry stone wall, visibly shaking with chills. Even as his sight adjusted, Garou was hardly recognizable as he practically blended into the shadows of the temple. His eyes seemed to glow as he gave him an accusatory stare.

“You’re a hell of a mess.”

“No shit.”

Garou only scoffed in response.

“Shut up,” Badd said as he hung his head, his disheveled hair hanging low over his face, “you’re the last person I would want to see me like this.”

“But I do see. I see people like this every damn day, but never someone like you.” He paused, but Badd gave no reply.

Someone like me? he questioned silently.

“‘Spose that’s why you’re hiding it then…”

“Damn right that’s why,” Badd glared up at him, “Not ‘cause I give a shit what people think. Because a hero’s gotta be more than just physically strong. I’ve gotta be unwavering, someone that people can believe in…” Badd’s words trailed off quietly.

“God, you’re spouting nonsense too.” Despite his harsh words, the usual malice in his tone had faded. Garou took a step closer, but kept his distance. “Clearly you do give a shit what people think then-”

“I’m just doing what I have to!” Badd shouted over him, “So that I can be Metal Bat. So that I can be a hero Zenko can look up to, and someone who would’ve made my parents proud-”

“It’s killing you.” Garou’s flat tone echoed in the hollow room. Outside, the wind rose to a howling rage.

Badd stared dumbfounded, unable to muster the wit to reply.

“I don’t care what kinda hero you’re trying to be, you’re all the same to me. But if you keep goin’ the way you are, the only hero you’ll be is a dead one. You can’t save anyone if you can’t save yourself.” Badd flinched as Garou crouched in front of him, casually touching his forehead with the back of his hand in an unexpectedly gentle way.

He made a soft tch, hinted with disapproval, and seated himself squarely across from Badd.

“You’re feverish, and you sure as hell didn’t come ready to fight, so why are you here?”

“I thought… It would make me happy,” Badd mumbled, almost incoherently as his eyelids flickered.

“Oi!” Garou caught Badd by the shoulders as he slumped forward. “You don’t get to tap out now!”

Badd gave him a weak grin.

“Like hell I would.”

——————————

Badd came to slowly, blinking in confusion as he woke to a room he didn’t recognize.

An orange hue shone across the bare, white walls, emitting from the single window opposite of where he laid. He was sprawled out on a faded, woven couch, which appeared to be the sole piece of furniture in the empty room.

How the hell’d I get here?

He jerked toward the sound of a doorknob turning, followed by the screech of old door hinges. Garou appeared, pulling back his hood as he entered, disheveling his silvery hair in the process. His face tightened as Badd sat himself upright cautiously.

“You?” 

Garou paused in the middle of removing his jacket, making eye contact briefly before quickly averting his gaze.

“‘Bout time you woke up.” He hung his jacket on the doorknob casually.

Badd glanced around the tiny apartment, realization finally hitting him.

“You… you’ve been living here this whole time?”

“Didn't realize you were lookin’ for me. Figured all  you heroes wanted me gone just as much as I wanted to get away from you.”

“I wasn’t looking for you! And don’t lump me in with everyone else like that.”

“Sorry.” The apology in Garou’s voice sounded irritatingly sincere to Badd. He was studying a loose white feather a little too intently, twisting it between his fingers. “Guess your fever broke overnight then, you should just go-”

“Overnight?!”

Badd reached for his phone in a panic, leaping to his feet. Two alerts appeared as he clicked it on, frowning at the newly cracked screen,

43 missed calls

128 text messages

“Fuck,” Badd hissed.

Garou gave him a slight, toothy grin, amused at his flustered reaction. 

“Duty calls?”

“Shut up,” Badd hastily found his shoes beside the couch, “I was never here, got it?” He added sternly.

“Fine with me…” Badd noted the hint of distraction in his voice.

Garou’s gaze followed him closely as he crossed the room. His eyes widened slightly, as though fascinated.

Badd paused momentarily in the doorway, glancing backwards as if he was going to say something. Ultimately, he gave only a small wave before stepping out into the crisp air, leaving the door ajar in his haste.

Garou, without responding, watched Badd go. He stared in wonder at the receding, slate gray feathers that had replaced the jet black pattern marring his white wings.

After sitting in contemplative silence for a time, he turned and reached out to close the door. A bright flash of sunlight on metal caught his eye.

Leaning against the side of the building was Metal Bat’s signature, bright silver bat that he’d gone to retrieve that morning.

Garou smiled to himself.

“See you again soon, Badd.”

[sweetestrequiems]

You Are Not Alone

Request by: @boombiotch! Thank you for the request! <3 Prompt: 45) "You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child."

Character(s): Jane Seymour / Katherine Howard (Other Queens are mentioned, but are not the focus. They come in at the end of this.)

Summary: Katherine has not been having an easy time the last few nights. A lot of her memories of her past life tend to surface as night terrors and other bouts of depression. On one certain night, Katherine sneaks on outside of the house and heads to a park to sit alone. A worried Jane calls her after seeing her door’s been left open, and heads over to the park to comfort the young queen.

TW: Mentions of Nightmares/Night Terrors. Mentions of Howard’s beheading. Mentions of Seymour’s death, and the loss of her son. There’s like... a few instances of strong/mature language.

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! This was very fun from my brain to the keyboard of my laptop. I love the mother/daughter dynamic that the Queendom has created between Howard and Seymour, and I’m very happy I was finally given the opportunity to write it. The German in this was checked by my German friend, and he made sure it was accurate. I double-checked the one Spanish phrase myself, since I speak Spanish. Everything should be accurate in terms of other languages.

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Most nights, the Tudor house was extremely quiet, with the exception of the occasional grunt of frustration from Catherine Parr’s nightly habit of staying up and writing until she got angry that she couldn’t deal with it anymore, or Katherine Howard knocking at one of the doors of the queens due to a nightmare.

This was not one of those nights.

Katherine Howard had found herself sliding into the hoodie she stole from her cousin, before pocketing her phone and silently trying to step through the house. It was a good thing she was both small and quiet. Grabbing one of the sets of keys that probably belonged to Catherine of Aragon (due to the cross keychain.), the brunette opened up and closed the front door after having paced to it, making sure to not leave evidence that she had gone outside for a nightly stroll.

Yes, a nightly stroll at 2:30 am. That totally wasn’t weird to begin with.

Pocketing the keys, Katherine let out a heavy exhale. “I don’t get it. What have I been doing wrong? I’ve been journaling, going to therapy as recommended... I really don’t understand.” The youngest queen shook her head as she walked on down the sidewalk. It was a quiet night outside, not much bustle in the street. As weird as it was, she did enjoy the city sounds. The quiet was a little odd, but she wasn’t going to complain. There were very few nights where she needed quiet, and this was one of those said nights. “I guess this is better than waking up from seeing that scaffold...”

478 years since she last stood at the Tower of London’s grounds. 478 years since she shook from the horrid anxiety and waiting of the ax. 478 years since she had lived such a morbid pain. But every subsequent night after she had woken up in the new body was nothing but a nightmare about her beheading.

The scar on her neck, which was covered by the hoodie, started to burn a little.

Clutching onto her chest for a moment, the young queen paused her walk to look around. Very few people seemed to be up this late. Even better for her. It was a luxury to Howard that she had a small, local park so close to her. Taking a deep breath, she started up her walk again, just to find herself sitting down ten minutes later. A bit of a walk for fifteen minutes, but she was not going to complain when she could have just her own alone time. Although, alone time–– with her thoughts going back constantly to her childhood and untimely death in the mid 1500′s–– was not going to help her at all.

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Jane Seymour had gotten out of bed by the time Katherine was maybe ten minutes into her walk. Originally, she was going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and then return to bed. But the silence of the house was really bothering her, until she heard an angry Catherine Parr groan in utter frustration, “God damn it, Cathy!” towards herself. Raising her eyebrows, she figured that nothing was to be worried about. But a blink of the eye later, and a certain glimmer caught the woman’s eye. 

“Kitty?”

The door to Howard’s room was ajar, which was out of character for the queen in pink. Instead of going to the kitchen, the blonde queen approached the door, and knocked on it, for the door to only open up into the room. The fairy lights were still on and everything, but the bed was empty, and the choker with a K was on the nightstand. This was probably the only time Jane Seymour had ever audibly cursed and heard herself in the silence. 

“Fuck.” And that word coming from Jane was odd to begin with.

The third queen gently closed the door, and briskly paced to her room. She had to pick up her phone and call Howard. She needed answers. 

“Please pick up, please pick up...” The muttering from Jane was heard on the other end as Katherine had taken the buzzing phone out of her pockets and brought it up to her ear after answering. “Jane?” The voice on the other end brought her comfort. “Kitty! Kitty, where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just left to take a walk. I’m in the park, just sitting on a ben––”

“Don’t move your little tail, Katherine Howard. I am on my way.”

“Jane, I’m––” The conversation was cut short. Katherine just stared at her lockscreen. A picture of her and Anne. “––okay.”

Did Jane Seymour care that she was in pajamas? Absolutely not. She just grabbed a coat from her closet and slid her shoes on. She was going to find Katherine Howard, and she was going to bring her back home. Exiting the room and grabbing her set of keys, the front door to the house opened and closed a little louder than she expected it to. The sudden noise got Catherine Parr’s attention, and forced the woman to get up from her desk.

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“Kitty? Kitty!” The blonde woman started to call out after having driven to the park, and parked nearby on the side of the street. “Kitty!” Worry was mixed into Jane’s calls for Katherine. She always walked with a purpose, but there was shaking with Jane’s steps tonight. That’s when out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bright green hoodie, and the bright pink hair to contrast it. There she was. Almost running over, and stumbling a bit when she was in front of the young queen, Seymour pulled Howard up into a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Melting into the embrace, Howard just tightly returned the hug. She was glad that she could call Jane “Mum”.

Wrapping an arm around the girl, Jane held her close as the two slowly began their paces to the car. “What’s going on, Kitty? Why are you out so late?” The feeling of Katherine’s shoulders tensing up made Jane pause right in her tracks. “Katherine? Love, it’s okay. You can talk to me.”

“It’s just––” Her voice cuts off. A sniffle. “I’m tired of it, mum. I’m tired of the nightmares! I’m tired of the pain. I’m tired of seeing my beheading every other night. I’m tired of feeling my neck burn like crazy sometimes, even when we do shows! It hurts, Jane. It hurts...” Katherine turned to face Jane and bury her face into the woman’s shoulder with a tight hug. There was some shaking. The poor girl was crying.

The queen in grey couldn’t really relate, but she knew how she could. “It’s okay, love. It's okay,” she held on to Katherine as tight as possible, her own blue eyes watering up just a little. “I know the nightmares hurt. I know... they’re difficult. I have them too. I wake up sick every morning from them. Like you, I see what happened to me. I get the constant reminder I could never hold Edward in my arms.” A slight crack. Although she was a steadfast queen that sung about having a heart of stone... she cracked sometimes. Sometimes, she couldn’t have the heart of stone she so graciously sung about.

“You’re not alone, Kitty. You won’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

A sniffle, and a nod.

“Do you want to know why?”

Another nod. Katherine Howard made herself look up, with tear-filled eyes and a quivering lip.

“Because even though you’re an adult, you’re always going to be my child. You’ll always be my daughter. I will keep you safe. I will do whatever I can to make sure––” a sniffle from Jane. Katherine finally got to see the reddening cheeks, nose, and eyes of the older queen. “––you’re happy. We’re family, Katherine. You are not alone.” With a hitched breath, Jane moved a few stray hairs out of Katherine’s face and gave her a soft and tender kiss to the center of her forehead.

Safe to say, Jane Seymour just tightly held on to Katherine Howard in a very protective embrace, with silent tears flowing from her eyes.

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3:25 am.

The remaining four queens in the house were all congregated in the living room. Anne Boleyn was hugging a pillow, evident that she was definitely still sleepy. Catherine Parr was wide awake, staring at the door with her hands interlocked in front of her face. Catherine of Aragon was quietly muttering a prayer, just hoping the two would come back. Anna of Cleves, like Parr, was staring at the door and waiting for the other two to come back.

“Do you think they’re okay?” A sleepy Boleyn yawns out.

“I hope so,” both Cleves and Parr had simultaneously spoken without even planning it. The two looked at each other, grinned, nodded, and then went back to looking at the door.

“Oye! Ya, por favor. Dejen de hablar, me tienen nerviosa con sus voces,” Aragon shot them a sharp look. She was tired. “You’re going to drive me insane with the talking. I would like to hear––”

The door opens. Howard and Seymour both freeze in their places when they see the other queens waiting for them.

“Hi...” “I’m surprised most of you are awake. I say most, because of Cathy.”

Parr furrowed her eyebrows, but then shrugged it off. “Hey, let a woman write in peace.”

“Wir haben uns schon Sorgen gemacht, meine Damen! You two just upped and disappeared,” the German queen stood up, and opened up her arms. Katherine was quick to go and accept the hug. “Where did you two go, anyways? It’s unlike either of you to disappear so... quickly and suddenly. Especially you, Jane. “

“Kitty left to go to the park. I went to follow her and make sure she was okay. She just needed reassurance, is all.”

“Meine liebe, is this true? Es ist fast 4 Uhr morgens,” Cleves furrowed her eyebrows, the concern in her facial expression. The young queen just nodded.

“Jane, are you okay? You look pretty rough,” Aragon nudged Boleyn to get up, and slide over a little so the third queen could sit down. Seymour just sighed, not really sure of what to say. “It’s been a long night. One long night and––” “You don’t have to tell us twice. Like damn, Cathy went into an uproar when she saw Kitty’s room empty, and even more of an uproar when your room was empty. She would’ve raised hell had Aragon not told her to calm down,” Boleyn just held on to the pillow, yawning a few moments after the last word of that sentence.

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4:00 am.

The other queens had managed to help Jane calm Katherine down enough to go back to bed. And in fact, they were all in bed at this point, except Katherine and Jane. A knock at Jane’s door made the woman stand up and open the door.

“Can I sleep in here?”

“Come on, dearie.”

There was a good ending to that night. As Jane began to fall asleep while holding on to Katherine, she could hear the young queen’s voice mutter something out. And considering Katherine was asleep, it almost made Jane cry from the amount of love she was feeling from the girl. “I love you, mum.” Leaving one last kiss on her forehead, Jane just smiled and let her eyes close. She responded with just a few words.

“I love you too, poppet.”

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anon requested this:  Hiya babe. I really liked "nct as aesthetics", istg it brought joy to my heart. Could you do it with svt or day6 pretty please?

park sungjin // sungjin: long night time drives, red petals on white snow, bedrooms lit by candle light, little messages written on bathroom walls, oversized hoodies to your knees, wearing your favourite lipstick, rainbows after it rains.

park jae hyung // jae: picking fruit from an orchard, listening to the sound of waves, sitting beneath a cherry blossom tree, watching lightning in the sky, putting up Christmas decorations, having matching lockscreens with your s/o, visiting old museums.

kang young hyun // brian kang // young k: trying a new piece of jewellery, taking photos of people at night, wearing your favourite dress, looking at a clear lake, standing in cold water at night, staring out of a high-sky window, making neon signs.

kim wonpil // wonpil: soft yellow lockscreens, water colour paintings, sunflowers in a field, yellow smoke in the sky, picking flowers, threading flowers into your laces, choosing a new bedroom wall colour.

yoon dowoon // dowoon: drawing your favourite cartoons, making bullet journal spreads, playing old video games, listening to music in the garden at three a.m., growing cacti, trying new food, exploring a new city.

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argh this one i tried to follow more of an aesthetic and tbh am i doing it right? probs not. do i care? no, not really :D