Pairing: Time Traveler!Hoseok x Time Traveler!ReaderOther Tags: Scientist!Hoseok, Author!Reader, British!Hoseok, Older!Hoseok, Age Gap!AU
Genre: Time Travel!AU, Early 2000s AU, Strangers to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut
Word Count: TBD
Summary: You're a young time traveler, drifting seamlessly between the past and present, living a fragmented life, never staying long enough in one time to form lasting connections. Everything changes upon encountering Hoseok, a brilliant scientist you had met in one of your adventures. Your journey takes a darker turn when you uncover the truth behind your mother's death, revealing a chilling connection to your abilities and the grim reality that your days are numbered. Determined to defy fate, Hoseok tirelessly searches for a solution to save you. As time becomes both an ally and an enemy, you face immense challenges, testing the resolve and strength of your bond.
A/N: We have a new mini-series coming! Diving back into the fantasy genre has been really exciting, and I'm so happy to have this for you all. After spending the last year writing this off and on in between my other projects, it's finally finished and ready to start the final editing phase! I hope you love these characters as much as I do and enjoy the little world I crafted!
I had never given much thought to how I’d die. Two months, two years, two decades- it did not matter. Never could I have guessed this would be my final moments, body shaking and unable to stop myself from sizing as I watched my life flashing before my eyes. Every memory whip past me, body going in and out of the past and present in rapid succession until I could no longer breathe. Still, as afraid as I was, I never allowed my eyes to shut. If I was going to die, I wanted- needed- to see him first. My eyes rolled back, another powerful seizure overtaking my body.
“Y/N!”
I could not muster the strength to come back into my own body yet. On the inside I smiled. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry things had to end like this. That I would miss him. That I loved him. All the words that I was never able to say no matter the thousands of times they were on my lips. I felt hands grabbing hold of me. It was no use, I could feel my body bursting into another ray of light.
“What’s happening to you?” He sobbed.
Finally able to speak, I looked at him. I cemented him into memory. His thin-wired glasses, the color of his eyes, the curve of his cheek, the shape of his lips, and how wet his face was from his tears. If this was the last moment I had with him, I wanted it to matter. Reaching out, I could only hope I had enough time to say something- anything.
“I think I’m dying,” I croaked, head splitting open and body about to be taken somewhere else. Somewhere he wasn’t. “I love you.”
“I-”
But I never got to hear what he wanted to say. For my body was already getting sent back through time. Where? I was not certain, but I knew I was going to die at the end of this. There was no way my body could handle such violent changes. I closed my eyes.
carefully crafted chapters i spend hours writing, scratching my head to give accurate portrayals, hoping and praying i put out some palatable literature: 2 notes
If I had a nickle for every time I've been obsessed with a show with a specific-shaped-head boy that have a girl clad in pink crushing on them, and just so happens to have Dan Povenmire working on the show... I'd have two nickles! Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice!
This one was EXTREMELY fun to do~ I initially thought Helga should attend the same college as Phoebe, but I then thought how great would it be if she attended Tri-State State like Isabella from Phineas and Ferb. The two certainly have a LOT in common: soccer, smart and capable at a young age, having a bully-turned-friend, childhood felt like an adventure, unrequited-turned-requited love, etc.
This one is cram-full of details in every crevice~ I tried to imply Cindi Lauper's Time After Time was playing in the background (and having the "suitcase... memories..." and a clock for the "second hand unwind[ing]). The bomb is actually a poster for another band easter egg: Sex Bob-Oms from Scott Pilgrim VS the World. It's a stretch but I'm sure those who agree Helga would have a punk phase and would listen to the underground Canadian band (I guess like I listen to Mother Mother, haha).
Every photo on the corkboard was a nice little distraction and was a great little way to pass the time. I usually go into great detail like this when I really feel confident about a piece and this one is no exception~ I really hope you like the little details as much as I do~ Thank you again for liking my stuff~ Day Seven tomorrow! Where does the time go...?
O matko! Odkąd padł Pinger, z kilkunastoma osobami miałam kontakt przez Instagrama (z kilkoma innymi w codziennym życiu) i szczerze mówiąc myślałam, że już nigdy nie będzie tak, jak kiedyś. Ostatnio rozmawiałam z O. i okazało się, że część społeczności nadal jest, właśnie tutaj.
I to jest właśnie to, czego mi brakowało. Miejsca na codzienność, na wyrzyg emocjonalny. Zdjęcia czy profil tematyczny na Insta to nie to samo.
Cieszę się, tak bardzo się cieszę, że jest życie po.
