#except maybe my dad who I’m also very close too

[byeoltoyuki]

❄︎ Not Over you ❄︎

↳ Pairing: Minho x Reader

❧ Genre : demon Minho / dad Minho (kind of) / exes to lovers / fluff / smut / slight angst

❧ Warnings: oral (f), spanking, overstimulation, hair pulling, unprotected sex

❧ Words: +17k

❧ Summary: Minho had it all. He was strong, powerful and beautiful. An immortal that people either loved or feared. Except you. You, a simple human. You who he loved so dearly. And yet, You who had left him heartbroken.

❧ A/N: Hi guys! It's finally out! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing ♥. Thank you wifey for dealing with my bullshits and helping me out ♥

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought about it ♥

❧ Taglist: @hoes4lino , @queenmea604 , @devilsmatches , @straykeedz , @kangyeonie , @malunar28replies , @amastaa , @yoontaethings

Minho thought that after being alive for nearly five thousand years, nothing in this world (or another) could surprise him anymore.

Wrong. Terribly wrong. 

The moment he opened his door and found you shivering and looking terribly worn out, he knew the world had come to its end. Because why would you, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, be standing at his doorsteps after almost three years of absence? 

He stared at you, unmoving, face blank, mind empty. It had to be a trick. Or maybe he had finally lost his mind from being so old. It had to be his imagination, his restless mind playing a very dirty trick. Minho closed his eyes, took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes once more, you were still here. No. It wasn’t a trick and it wasn’t just his imagination. 

“What-“ He started and stopped. What was he supposed to say? The urge to slam the door right to your face was so tempting. It was what he was supposed to do. He offered you his heart on a plate, he offered you the world and you trampled on it and left without looking back. And yet, he couldn’t do it. Not when you looked like a ghost, a shadow of yourself. Whatever had happened to you, left a mark on you and despite his anger, his resentment, he couldn’t ignore the tug at his heart. He worried. 

“I’m sorry.” You finally found your voice. Being in his presence overwhelmed you in so many ways. Being finally face to face with him hurt more than you had expected. You knew, going to Minho was a risk; for your heart that despite your choice, never fully recovered, but also for your life. You knew, deep inside you, that no matter how angry, how petty Minho could get, he would never hurt you but you couldn’t control your fears.

Minho opened his mouth, a snarky comment right on the tip of his tongue but all of it vanished the moment his eyes finally fell on what you were holding in your arms. Too stunned with your presence, the dark green blanket pressed tightly against your chest went completely unnoticed. Until now. As he stared at it, he quickly realized that it wasn’t the blanket you were clenching so tightly against you, as if you were scared someone would try to steal it from you. No, it wasn’t just a blanket. Warmth and pure innocence radiated from within the blanket.

Minho took a step back. Surprise, fear and hurt flashed all at once in his eyes. And yet, one question remained. Why were you at his doorstep with a baby?

“I-“ You hesitated as your eyes went back and forth between your little baby and him. “I didn’t know where else to go.” It was the lamest excuse you could come up with but it was also the truth. Of course, there was a whole story behind your presence and you knew, inevitably, you would have to share it with him.

“You got to be kidding me.” Minho growled, frustrated with your explanation. “You come back three years later and with a baby on top of that.” To say that Minho was not amused would be the understatement of the century. He drew nearer, stopping inches from you.

And then it hit him. The scent. The scent, he hated so badly. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the tiny hand that appeared from under the blanket and grabbed a lock of your hair. “Why is there an angel in your arms, Y/N?”

As he sniffed and tasted more of the baby’s scent, the answer formed inside his head but his heart, already aching just because of your presence, refused it. All color drained from his face.

You averted your eyes from Minho’s face and looked instead at your baby, your little girl and the reason you found your way back to Minho. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at her and press a kiss on her forehead. “Hana is my daughter.”

“No.” Minho refused and put space between the two of you. Maybe he wanted to distance himself from you just so your own scent could stop messing with his mind, or maybe he was hurt because of what this little human-being meant. “There is no way you got pregnant with a fucking angel.”

You winced at his unspoken words. You could perfectly understand his anger, after all, didn’t you leave him because you refused to deal with what he was? When Minho confessed to you about being a demon, he shared his most prized secret; he did it because he trusted you, loved you. But you got scared. You weren’t a strong believer to begin with but when faced with the truth, you had no other choice and it terrified you. You doubted everything and even his love. Demons weren’t supposed to be nice. They weren’t supposed to be able to love and cherish. And definitely not a human.

“I didn’t know.” You whispered, your voice shaky.

“I don’t believe you. You humans lie so easily.”

‘That’s rich coming from a demon.’ You wanted to say but refrained yourself. It would do you no good to pick a fight with Minho. No, you needed his help and if you had to deal with his pettiness and hatred – you will.

“I didn’t know he was an angel!” You said instead, a little bit more confident.

Sadly for you, Minho was far from ready to accept this excuse, even if you were right. Demons and angels had at least two things in common. One, they could hide their identity without trouble. Nobody could tell them apart from humans. Two, they were biggest liars in the world. “Oh come on! They’re not that hard to distinguish.”

“To you maybe! But I’m human, Minho, in case you had forgotten. I don’t see a fucking difference if you don’t show it! I would have never guessed you were a demon just like I couldn’t tell he was an angel.”

“Were you that desperate to get fucked?”

On second thought, to hell with needing his help. You were clearly out of your mind to think even for a second that Minho would accept to help you, to shelter you. You had spent the last ten days running away, never staying more than a night at the same place, too scared to be found, too scared Hana would be taken from you. But Minho’s hatred for angels was apparent and so was his resentment for you. You had to leave before it was too late.

“Fuck you, Minho.”

Hana stirred in your arms, sensing your distress and hurt and anger. You pulled her closer to your face and peppered her tiny face with kisses, trying to comfort her, to tell her that everything was fine as long as they were together. Nobody could take her away from you – you would fight till death.

You turned around to leave for good this time. There was no coming back. But before you could even take two steps, Minho grabbed your shoulder. You didn’t dare to turn around and look at him, too scared of what you would see on his face.

In this moment, Minho hated his treacherous heart for acting on its own accord. He had watched you leave once and it left him in pieces. He couldn’t do it a second time. Maybe he was out of his mind and maybe he would come to regret his decision, but right now, seeing your body so frail, yet your spirit wild and fierce – he couldn’t ignore it.

“Stay with me. For tonight at least.” He finally said. He knew, he probably should apologize for his harsh words, but he couldn’t. “You need some rest and I guess-“ He paused and peaked over your shoulder at Hana. Damn, she was only a few days old but he could already see traces of you on her face. He took a deep breath, “And I guess Hana needs some rest too.”

That night, Minho didn’t get any sleep. His mind was restless, head filled with thoughts of you, of your baby and nothing else. For a while, he laid in his bed, pondering over what he should do with you. Should he let you leave? Should he help you? He was far from being fond of angels but he didn’t want them at his doorsteps either. Not that he was scared of them, quite the opposite. But the truce between angels and demons lasted for the past five hundred years and it should stay this way.

Realizing that he wouldn’t get any sleep, Minho got out of his bed and despite the little voice in his head telling him to stay away from the room you slept in, he walked inside the room. You were sleeping tightly, curled around Hana, keeping her close in fear she would be taken from you.

Now that his anger lessened, he wanted to know the full story. He wanted to know how you managed to go back to your life while he was stuck with the memories of your love. He wanted to know how and why your path crossed with a bloody angel and how in the world he managed to get you pregnant. It was possible, Hana was a living proof, but it wasn’t that easy. Was he jealous? Maybe a little.

“This is madness.” He told himself, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. You had lost weight, too much even, he could see it. For a moment, he wondered how you managed to give birth to a healthy little girl while being in such state. 

Hana opened her eyes, sensing another presence in the room, a shadow hovering over them. She stared at Minho; his eyes flashed red but she didn’t cry, she didn’t budge and simply stared at him in wonder.

“Hello there.” Minho whispered, lightly surprise that the baby didn’t show any fear with his presence.

Hana’s response came in the form of outstretched, tiny arms. Her eyes shone brightly and turned gold.

“Huh. Now, aren’t you precious.” Minho leaned over her to have a better look, his own hand outstretched but he hesitated. She was the result of you and an angel, this thought alone disgusted him. But could he really hate such an innocent part of you? Hana made the decision for him; she didn’t hesitate as she grabbed his finger with impressive strength. Ten days old or not, she was half angel and her strength was already manifesting. “It’s gonna be fun, I can tell.”

Hana seemed to agree as she held his finger a little tighter.

The next time Minho visited your room, you were awake and feeding Hana. You sat by the window, enjoying some ray of sun.

You glanced at him, your heart pounding in your chest at the simple sight of him. There was a lot to discuss, you knew but it didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Minho leaned against the wall and watched you from afar. Ten hours of sleep and you looked more alive than last night but still not enough. Your face was sunk, dark circles under your eyes. It would take you more than one good night of sleep to recover and he was perfectly aware of that.

“You look like shit.” He commented and slapped himself mentally for being rude, unprovoked.

“You would be too after giving birth and running away right away.” Instead of feeling offended by his statement, because he was right, you did look like shit and you felt like shit too, you simply cocked a brow at him.

“Nah. They would be all dead if it was me.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Of course, he would say something like that. But then, you guessed he was right. “Right. The almighty Minho.”

“I actually like the sound of that.” The corner of his mouth turned up, amused with the small banter. It felt better than he expected.

For a moment, it felt like the three years had never happened. You were in his house, with him and joking around. Minho could lie to himself as much as he wanted, but he missed it. A lot.

He cleared his throat and drew closer. He sat on the other side of the bed, keeping his distance just in case you didn’t want him so close. And maybe, a little for his own safety. “We should talk.”

Hana yawned in your arms and slowly closed her eyes. The two of you watched her fall asleep, completely unaware of the dangers lurking in every corner.

“She took after you.” Minho commented, his voice gentle, betraying the fact that he was already growing fond of the little girl, not caring about the fact that she was half-enemy.

“She’s only 11 days old. No way you can tell she looks like me.” You snorted

“But she does.” Minho insisted. “Moreover, she’s half-angel, Y/N, she doesn’t age the same way as you, human do.”

You opened your mouth to protest but then his words dawned on you. You looked down at Hana. You hadn’t seen many babies in your life, but one look at Hana and you would never believe she was only few days old. She looked older. It terrified you to even think how she would look in few months. “How does it work?”

Minho could taste your fear, your pain, he couldn’t ignore it even if he tried. “Don’t worry. It will slow down eventually. You have years before she reaches adulthood.”

You looked at him hopeful. Was he trying to simply appease your mind or was he telling the truth? “Really?”

“Yes.” You almost whipped in relief but held back. You were so damn tired, your emotions were overloaded and it was getting harder and harder to keep it together. But you had to, for Hana’s sake.

“How did it happen?” Minho finally asked and pointed at Hana.

“Apparently, I didn’t learn my lesson. Looks can be deceiving and I fell right for it again.” You didn’t intend to sound so bitter but your words hit Minho like a slap. You regretted instantly. “Sorry.”

Minho curled his fists on his laps and tried not to think about his feelings, tried not to think about an angel having you when it was supposed to be him. He tried not to think about how much having you at his place tortured him. “How did you find out he was an angel?” “Well, did you know that my pregnancy didn’t last nine months but five? I got worried with how big I was getting so I went to-“ You stopped and bit on your lips. The name you were about to drop would not please Minho.

“Who did you go to, Y/N?” He too sensed he wouldn’t like your answer.

You cleared your throat. “Amy.”

Minho growled, annoyance showing. “You got to be kidding me.”

“Listen!” You slowly put Hana back on the bed, trying not to wake her up. “I know you were never fond of her and I figured once I found out about that witches and demons don’t get along but I was terrified. Doctors couldn’t explain what was wrong with me but she did.”

Minho tried to be reasonable and forced himself to not make any comment. He didn’t think your story could get any worse but it did with the mention of the witch. Witches couldn’t be trusted. They obeyed to no rules except their owns. “Did she ask something in return of her help?” You paused and simply stared at him. You obviously didn’t know many witches or demons or angels but judging from Minho’s question you easily guessed that his past experiences were bad. “Amy is a friend, Minho. Witch or not. She helped me to go through the pregnancy and she helped me to deliver Hana.”

“She’s a witch.”

“And a friend.” You defended her stubbornly. Amy was a sweet friend, the only one you trusted. Especially after the attack. “You can hate her all you want but you have to know that Amy took huge risks for my sake.” The night everything changed was still fresh in your mind and still just as painful. “Mere hours after Hana’s birth, he came for her along with other angels.”

Before you could even finish, Minho knew where you were heading. He expected nothing less from angels. For both, demons and angels, it was rare to have children, full blooded or not; they would never leave a special child like Hana behind.

“He tried to convince me to give Hana up. Told me it was for the best and that I wouldn’t even know what to do with a special girl like her. And he’s right. I know shit about angels and I don’t want to know. But I will never give up on my flesh and blood. She’s mine.”

Your voice was filled with venom and anger and a will so strong, Minho could feel it in his bones. He could almost pity the angels who dared to go against a mother, against you. Whoever was Hana’s father, knew nothing about you, otherwise he would have known not to mess with you.

“Amy blasted them away.” You continued. “And even if it was a small victory, I was glad. But I also realized that I couldn’t stay with Amy. They would come back and this time they will be prepared. Amy did the only thing she could to protect me.”

Minho had a hard time to believe that a witch would go to such extent for a human. It seemed unfathomable and yet, Minho saw that Amy truly cared about you. At first, he thought it was another fool play, a trick, but he had to admit defeat. 

He rubbed his neck, unsure of what he should tell you. Should he reassure you? Should he be honest with you? “They will come back for her. Angels are petty assholes; they do not forgive. By helping you, she pissed them off.”

You didn’t want to think about what they would do to Amy; you guessed it could get ugly but Hana was your priority, you couldn’t worry for someone else. But you did. What if Amy got hurt because of you? Or worse, what if they kill her? “They won’t kill her, will they?”

Minho’s silence spoke louder. He didn’t think the angels would kill her, no matter how much they hated everything that weren’t them. Witches were dangerous and angering them would not be wise. But it didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt her enough to make her pay.

“They won’t kill her.” He said in the end. “What happened after you left her?”

“I’ve been running ever since that night.” You admitted. “I didn’t know where to hide and my body started failing me.” 

“So you came to me instead.” Minho wasn’t sure how he felt about it. A tiny part of him was glad that you considered him safe enough to seek his help, but the bitter part of him, the jealous monster wanted to scream at you, to bite you, to hurt you the same way you had hurt him. He did none of that. Minho closed his eyes and took another deep breath before opening his eyes and look at you. “Rest. We’ll talk more when you feel better.” 

As Minho left your room, hand still on the knob, he wondered what he should do. He knew you were right; Amy had taken a huge risk by fighting angels, they would come to punish her. It didn’t sit right with him. She was a witch but she was your friend who stood by your side. 

“You’re making me do some crazy things, Y/N.” Minho muttered as he shook his head in disbelief.   He owed you nothing and yet. 

“Watch after her while I’m away.” Minho ordered and a shadow moved on the wall in response. 

“Your place is boring and so witchy.” Minho commented as he appeared by the fireplace in Amy’s home. 

If Amy was surprised to see him, she didn’t show it, instead she kept mixing the herbs. “Nobody asked for your opinion.” 

“True, but I still thought you needed it.” Minho answered unbothered as he stepped closer to her. The last, and only time he had seen Amy was the day you innocently introduced her to him. Amy, the best friend who happened to be a damn witch. To say that Minho was not thrilled with the knowledge would be an understatement and the feelings were mutual. 

“What are you doing here, Minho?” Amy finally asked, still without looking at him. “If you’re looking for Y/N, she’s not here.” 

“I know. She’s at my place.” Minho didn’t hide this fact. 

Amy snapped her head towards him, shocked with this piece of information. She opened her mouth and closed instantly, words lost on the tip of her tongue. Realizing she had finally showed him her face, she lowered her head to avoid his gaze. She didn’t want him to judge or pity her. 

But it was too late, Minho had seen it all and he didn’t like it. He hoped he would get there first, but the angels worked faster, they wanted their revenge. They hadn’t wasted their time. Fist clenched, he slowly approached her and crouched down before her. “And they say demons are cruel.” Gently he pushed some strands of hair from her face to expose more of the ugly scars the angels have left behind. 

“They couldn’t kill me because of my lineage.” Amy admitted, “Something about a truce with my coven.” 

Angels and their truce, bullshits, Minho refrained from saying. 

“I suppose you already tried to heal it?” 

“Of course. No spells, no potions worked. I’m no match to a freaking angel.” Amy replied with bitterness.

“Well, aren’t you lucky I’m a demon.” Minho’s eyes shone a bright red. Angry, furious even. His hands were itchy, he wanted to fight and to kill. 

“Wha-“ Amy didn’t have time to react; Minho’s hands were already on her face, his grip firm but gentle, making sure not to hurt her. “What are you doing?” 

“Let’s say it’s my way of thanking you for taking care of Y/N.” It was the truth. Of course, it pleased him to go against angels’ plans without them even knowing it, but the main reason was you. He knew you; if you ever found out about Amy’s state you would never forgive yourself. 

“Why?”

“Because she’s the only one I have ever loved.” Minho straightened and looked down on her. “She worries for you.” 

Amy shook her head in disbelief and chuckled. “So typical Y/N.” 

When Minho got back from Amy’s place, his feet led him straight to your room, his body knowing better what he wanted than his mind. You were sleeping peacefully, body curled around Hana, in protection once more. Even unconscious you wanted to make sure she was safe. Minho hated this situation with all his being, but he couldn’t deny that motherhood suited you. 

Just when he thought about leaving your room, Hana’s little giggle caught his attention. Slowly, he approached the bed and hovered over your bodies. Hana was wide awake, her eyes shining brightly and with something very familiar to Minho: mischief. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” He cocked a brow at her. He shook his head, realizing he was getting either stupid or just tired, thinking she could understand him. 

But Hana did understand him as she managed to shake her head, something such a young baby wasn’t supposed to do. Angel’s blood was running strong in her veins. 

Hana outstretched her arms, wanting Minho to take her in his arms. He hesitated. It wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t want to get any more involved but Hana had a strong will, something he was familiar with. She frowned at him and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. 

“Oh hell no. Don’t do that.” He hurried to take her in his arms. One hand holding as carefully as he could her head, the other wrapped around her tiny body. “Let your mommy sleep. She’s exhausted.” 

Hana’s response came in the form of a light slap on his nose, followed by another small giggle. 

Minho’s heart did a little flip; how could he resist her natural charms? He could be jealous of the situation, wishing none of that had happened, wishing Hana was his daughter - in the end, he couldn’t come to hate her. Not when she was a piece of you. Not when she stared at him with the same bright eyes as yours. 

“Come on. Since you don’t want to sleep anymore, I’m going to entertain you while your mommy is resting.” 

Till this day, Minho thought that babies and him would never get along. He thought wrong. Or maybe it was just because Hana was a special baby. She wasn’t afraid of him, not even when his eyes turned red and he tried to scare her. No, she simply giggled and moved her tiny arms, trying to grab his face. Few days old and she was already fearless, he could already imagine the troubles she would bring once older. But he liked it. More than he thought he would. 

“What am I gonna do with you hm?” He asked 

Hana wiggled in his arms, pushing him as strongly as she could, without words trying to make him understand what she wanted. Minho quirked a brow, amused at her attempt to escape his arms. He put her on the couch and observed how easily she rolled over and got on her knees. She stared at her hands, scrunched up her face in concentration. She pushed, once, twice, until she managed to straighten her body and sit only on her knees. A squeal of satisfaction left her lips and she clapped her tiny hands.

“Well done.” Minho watched her, amazed. He sat on the floor, leaning on his hands as he watched her proudly. “I think it won’t take you long to start walking.” In fact, he was pretty sure it would only take another day or two – way to give you another heart attack, he believed.

“I wonder what else you inherited from him.” Minho tried to sound as neutral as he could manage, but even the thought of the bloody angel made his blood boil. He closed his eyes and tried to erase the image of you and an angel from his mind. He tried not to think about the fact that someone else touched you, someone else saw your beautiful smile, someone else heard your pretty moans. He clenched his fists so tight, his knuckles turned white – Hana groaned while trying to reach for him.

“Wha-hold on.” He hurried to outstretch his arms and catch her before she could fall from the couch in her attempt to get to him. “What were you trying to do, little one hm?”

In response, Hana touched his face, at first it seemed like she wanted to pat his cheeks but then she poked playfully his cheeks instead and giggled. Minho blinked in confusion only to realize that it was her unique way to comfort him.

Minho couldn’t help; his mouth curled into a smile. “Thank you, little one.”

Minho felt you way before he saw you. Not like it was hard to miss when your steps were loud and hurried. And not like he could ignore the taste of your panic. You ran down the stairs, almost falling but catching yourself on time.

“Don’t break your neck right now.” Minho commented from the couch, frowning at your sudden appearance.

You opened your mouth to speak and closed it right away. All your panic vanished at the sight of Hana, sitting comfortably on Minho’s laps, playing with his hands and looking incredibly happy. Your heart was still roaring in your ears; you woke up to an empty bed and for a moment, you thought he had found you.

“I-“ But you couldn’t think straight.

Minho shook his head and averted his eyes from you. “Take a seat. Hana was getting impatient. She wanted to see you.” Not that she could speak and tell him that, but from her behavior, he guessed. She wanted her mom, no matter how nice Minho was.

You did just as he said and sat on the chair across from him. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Minho was so gentle and so comfortable with Hana. She tugged at his hands, conveying a silent message and he chuckled in response. Minho gently scooped Hana in his arms and brought her to you. Having Hana back in your arms had a healing and soothing effect on you, and yet, before you could fully have her, Hana grabbed his fingers and held tightly.

“I think she likes me.” Minho stated the obvious but with so much fondness, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“I see that.” Your heart swelled with love and a little bit of pride; Hana could already discern who was good and who wasn’t. “How long was I out?”

“Three days.”

“What?” You looked at him in disbelief. There was no way you had slept three days. Of course, you were very much aware that your body had reached its limit while you were running away from a horde of angels, but maybe you hadn’t realized the extent of the damages to your body. But it wasn’t the only reason of your disbelief. Minho had taken care of Hana for three days and judging from their little exchange, you believed they had bonded.

You looked at Hana and finally noticed the changes in your baby. You had been out for three days and she already looked different. Older. Nobody would believe she was only days old.

Minho noticed the change in your mood and kneeled before you, Hana still holding his fingers. “She looks more and more like you.” And he wasn’t lie. He had three days to observe, to witness firsthand the changes. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, it was all you and Minho truly believed that she would look even more like you once older.

“She’s growing so fast.” You whispered, terrified of what it meant. “How-“

With his free hand, Minho put his hand on your knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. A simple gesture that set your body on fire. His touch was so familiar, your body reacted on its own, without you being able to control it.

“I promise you, it will slow down.” He tried to reassure you. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Hana who smiled at him. “I-“ He hesitated and couldn’t believe he was about to say it. For the past three days, he thought about what he was supposed to do with you and Hana. The reasonable thing would be to let you leave once you recovered but his heart was begging him to do something else. Something unfathomable. “Stay with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock, so shocked your body shook. “You can’t be serious.” It was what you wanted, of course, what you hoped for but hearing him say the words took you completely off guard. How could he let you stay after you broke his heart? How could he let you stay when you cursed him for what he was and yet had a child with an angel?

“Trust me, I am.” Minho sighed as he got back on his feet.

“Minho.” You didn’t know what to say. Of course, you were overwhelmed; his presence, his gentleness with your baby, him being too understanding. You didn’t deserve any of that, you knew it and so did he. Before your mind could spiral even more, Hana giggled and clapped her hands as if she understood the meaning behind Minho’s words. The two of you looked at her, you amazed and Minho with a soft smile.

“See. She agrees.” 

Even after three years of not visiting Minho’s place, everything stayed the same. The same minty and wooden scent all around the place. Same furniture. Same decoration. But what amazed you the most, and tug at your heart, was the fact that he kept the traces of you. Your little presents, the pictures, he kept it all. Minho was just too good. He could have erased all memories, or traces of you but he had a gentle soul. If demons had one.

You stared for a moment at a picture. The two of you smiling happily together with the beach on the background. You remembered this day vividly, even now. You had begged Minho to come with you to the beach. You were stubborn but so was he, except that you had an advantage, a joker to use against him: he was weak for your puppy-eyes game. He had stayed out of water for the biggest part of the day, but it was enough for you.

You traced the frame with your finger and smiled at the memory. You had pushed him a lot that day which ended with Minho throwing you right into the sea, laughing evilly at you.

You missed the old days.

With a heavy heart, you averted your eyes from the happy picture and resumed your walking. You woke up with an idea on mind: make breakfast for the three of you. There wasn’t much you could do to show your gratitude but cooking was a good start.

Easily, you found everything you needed in his kitchen. You hummed to yourself and started cutting the vegetables. One thing, you and Minho shared was that you both loved salty and sweet breakfast.

“You look better.” Minho’s rough, still sleepy voice interrupted you.

You halted and slowly raised your head to look at him. He rubbed his eyes and then stared back.

It shouldn’t be allowed to look this good, you told yourself but quickly shook this thought off your mind. It wasn’t right for you to admire him.

“Hana?”

“Still sleeping. I think she likes the bed you brought her.” The moment Minho had decided that the two of you should stay with him, for safety, he made some changes to your room. Even if, you didn’t mind sleeping with Hana beside you, he put a nice cradle in your room. The cradle wasn’t the only addition to your room. Shelves filled with plushies and nice accessories were added. He wanted the two of you to feel at ease, at home. It reminded you why you had fallen for him in the first place. Despite his cold demeanor, he was the sweetest and gentlest lover. He cared deeply. Even now.

“Good.” He walked behind you, arm brushing yours – it sent shivers down your spine. You cursed your body once more for being so easily affected, for longing for him, for anything. “Let me help you.”

Minho took a look at the ingredients you displayed on the table and quickly understood what you had on mind. “I’ll prepare the pancakes.”

So easily he saw through you. It was disarming, in a way. You cleared your throat and forced your eyes to keep their focus on the vegetables. “Thank you.”

But who in their right mind could concentrate? You couldn’t. You kept glancing as discretely as possible at him. You didn’t know how he managed to stay so composed, so focused on his tasks while you couldn’t. Your heart was beating loud against your ribs, too loud for your liking. What if demons had enhanced hearing? You didn’t need him to find out how you truly felt about his presence.

But maybe you should have been paying more attention to your work instead of focusing so much on your thoughts and on him. One moment of inattention and you cut your finger.

“Fuck!” You cursed and held your finger. Fortunately for you, the cut wasn’t too deep but deep enough for your finger to bleed. Quickly, you got to the sink and let the cold water wash your cut.

“Let me see.” Minho told you as he gently grabbed your hand and inspected it.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you were unable to avert your eyes from his face. He was so concentrated on your cut, frowning at it. “It’s not that bad.” It really wasn’t. But then, Minho brought your finger to his lips, his eyes on you. “What are you-“ But you never managed to finish; Minho parted his lips and brought your finger to his mouth.

“Minho!” You gasped and tried to pull away from his grip, but he didn’t budge. At all. Instead, you felt his tongue swirled around your finger. Your face heated up with embarrassment, your heart on the brink of explosion. You were in so much trouble.

Satisfied with your reaction, Minho let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving your face. He licked his lips and smirked. “Now, better?”

The cut had simply vanished. You blinked in confusion as you inspected your finger. You came to realize that there was so much you had to learn about demons and their powers. “Was it really necessary?” You tried to hide your embarrassment but your face was too red.

“No. But watching you squirm was priceless.” He admitted, smugly.

“Dick.”

Minho had always been a light sleeper, always on alert; call it years of war between angels and demons, attacks were frequent, danger everywhere, he had to adapt. The moment he heard Hana’s first, tiny sob, he was already out of bed and on his way to your room. He didn’t need to, obviously, you were sleeping in the same room as Hana but his body, possessed clearly, moved on its own. Before she could even start fully crying, she was already in his arms. 

“Sshhh pretty. Let’s not wake your mommy, hmm?” Minho whispered as he rocked her, slowly moving in your room. 

“Minho?” You called, voice weak, eyes barely opened. You tried to rub the sleepiness from your eyes with no success. 

He looked at you, his lips stretched into a small smile. “Go back to sleep.” 

Barely realizing what was going on, you did exactly what he said. You lay down, closed your eyes and let his pretty voice lull you back to sleep. 

“Better.” Minho averted his attention to Hana and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. She giggled in return, happy with the outcome. 

You woke up to the gentle chirp of birds. Your window was opened, not that you remembered opening it last night, but for once you didn’t panic. You also didn’t panic not to find Hana in her cradle. Instead, your chest warmed at the thought of Hana being again with Minho. When you first decided to come to him, you never expected to stay and you certainly didn’t expect him to grow so fond of her. It was a miracle. A miracle, you welcomed with opened arms and a little regret. If only you didn’t act so childish back then. If only you had listened to your heart, then maybe, the situation would have been different for the better. Of course, you didn’t regret having Hana, she was your precious treasure, your blood and flesh and you would risk everything for her, even your life. But maybe, it could have been different. Maybe, if you had stayed, she would have been his. 

“Stop it.” You scolded yourself. Regrets were useless right now. 

You climbed off the bed. One look at the window and you guessed it was already late and way past breakfast time. You grabbed the closest piece of cloth; a simple grey hoodie that Minho had left for you. As you put it on, you got overwhelmed with the familiar and comforting scent. His scent. You pushed the collar closer to your nose and with closed eyes you inhaled his scent. Memories flooded your mind. Memories of sweet kisses, of heated touches, of lovely words, of safety. You missed those times. 

On tiptoes, you left your room. Minho’s house was calm, too calm for a place where now lived a baby. You expected to find them easily but no, no sign of Minho and Hana in the living room. You glanced over your shoulder, at Minho’s bedroom door. You hesitated. Were you really ready to go back to this familiar room? A place you had stayed for hours, lying in bed, most of the time naked, under him, on top of him, in the safety of his arms. 

You closed your eyes as a particular good memory flashed through your mind. 

Flashback 

It was way past your bedtime and Minho knew he shouldn’t keep you awake any longer if he wanted you to rest and look good on your first day of work. But Minho had a tendency to be selfish. He wanted to talk more, to touch you more, to feel more of you. Who could blame he when you looked so sweet against him? He had one hand in the air and you didn’t hold back from touching him. Feather like touches, you traced the shape of his fingers, of every vein. 

“I love your hands.” You whispered, captivated. 

Minho chuckled in response, his chuckle vibrating against your cheek. “I wonder why.” 

You rolled your eyes at his remark. So typical of him. Instead you feigned innocence. “What? They’re pretty.” They truly were and he certainly knew how to use them to make you lose your mind. 

“What else?” His voice got darker; it should have been your clue not to push if you wanted to sleep but you couldn’t resist. 

“I lose my sanity whenever I see your pretty hands.” You admitted. How many times you found yourself staring at his hands? How many times, he caught you red handed, imagining all the things he could do with those pretty hands? 

Minho’s smirk grew wider at your confession. He rolled right on top of you and admired your body under him. You were just so damn beautiful. The most beautiful person in the world. With your wild hair splayed all across the pillow, with your pink swollen lips, with your pretty neck covered in marks. 

“And what do you imagine?” His hand found your throat only to slid down slowly from there to your collarbone, to between your breasts. He watched every breath you took, every raise of your chest, every bite on your lips. “Do you imagine how good it feels?” And they slid further down, to your stomach, feather life touches that set your body on fire, pushing yourself more against him, to feel more of him - he smirked, satisfied. 

“Or do you imagine how good my fingers feel inside you?” He asked as he brushed your clit playfully. 

“Shit.” You mewled. How did he always manage to get you so needy? Always ready to beg him to play with you, to take you. You just couldn’t say no. And you didn’t want to either. 

“Is it what you want, love?” He teased your entrance by pushing a finger inside and retreating right after, making you whimper in despair and need. 

“Yes. Shit, baby, please, I need you so badly.” You pleaded and pushed your hips, hoping to get more.

Minho tsked and shook his head. “Such a greedy baby. I thought you told me you had enough for tonight?” And he teased again, watching with awe and love as you let out low whimpers. 

“I can’t get enough of you.” You were ready to say anything to please him and get what you needed. But it wasn’t a lie. No matter how many times Minho touched you, ruined you, you were always left begging for more. You just couldn’t get enough. You were addicted and he was the best drug you could have asked for. 

“Is that so?” He hummed, satisfied with your answer. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against yours. “Always so good for me, kitten.” His lips trailed from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, leaving in his trail tiny bites as he pushed a finger inside you. “I believe you deserve a reward.” 

You let out a sob of relief as he added another finger, stretching you in a delicious way. But the moment he latched his lips around your nipple, was truly the moment you lost it. You arched your back, pushing your chest further. You plunged your fingers into his hair, tugging at the locks, feeling his deep groan against your skin - a sexy groan that made you clench around his fingers. 

For once, Minho didn’t try to control you; he let you rock your hips as you needed to feel his fingers deeper inside you. He let you touch him however you wanted, enjoying every tug on his hair, every little scratch you made - he took everything. 

“Is it what you had imagined?” He asked as he curled his fingers inside you making it impossible for you to speak, a loud moan escaping your pretty lips instead. Minho smiled proudly, feeling that you were close. “Come for me, love. Show me how happy your greedy pussy is.” 

And you gladly did. 

Back to present. 

Your face heated at the memory alone. It happened long ago and yet your body remembered everything; every touch, every kiss, every mark Minho left. 

“Get a grip!” You scolded yourself and slapped your cheeks for good measure. You couldn’t have this thoughts, not now and especially not when you were heading for his room. 

Despite being more than familiar and comfortable with his place, you knocked at the door – no response. Without making any noise, you pushed the door to his room. The room was plunged into full darkness, except for his bedside lamp that was on, the light illuminating the bed and Minho. Minho who was soundly asleep, Hana sleeping on his chest with Minho’s arm around her. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Every time you witnessed some interaction between your little girl and Minho, your heart almost broke with joy.  

“Aren’t you guys super cute.” You whispered to yourself, your hand pressed to your chest as if you could save your little heart from the lovely sight. You wished you had your phone with you so you could take a picture of this moment and maybe so you could tease Minho about being completely in love with Hana.

You smiled to yourself and let them sleep some more.

In a matter of few days, Minho came to realization that your presence along with Hana’s at his place was more than welcomed and felt absolutely natural. He never thought he would need something like that. He never thought he needed a family. For a demon, to wish for a family it was unheard of. It was too human, too pathetic and yet, he could now understand this very unfamiliar feeling.

More he spent time with Hana and more he grew fond of her. Every time he held her in his arms, he couldn’t help but wish for her to be his. Every time she held his hand, he wished he could protect her forever. Every little smile, every little giggle, became his most favorite thing in the world. And you. You, no matter how much he wished he could make you pay for the pain you put him through, he couldn’t find it in him. Every time he looked at your face, his heart ached with longing.  Every time he found himself in your presence, your sweet, captivating scent brought back unwanted memories, unwanted needs. He couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted to hold you in his arms, that he wanted to feel your touch, your kisses.

Before he could get any more lost in his thoughts, Hana, playfully, slapped his cheeks. Once, twice, until he blinked and looked at her and quirked a brow. This girl was too fearless. If only she realized that she was playing with a powerful demon (and even then, he was convinced she would still not care).

“Aren’t you being a little bold today, hm?” He joked and pretended to bite her nose – Hana giggled loudly in response which made his eyes to go soft. Yes, she had him, completely, wrapped around her finger.

“Darling, I’m home!” Jisung appeared out of thin air, right in the middle of the room, just like he always did. He threw himself on the couch, too happy to annoy his friend and completely unaware of two new presences in the house. “Missed me?”

Minho should have known that eventually Jisung would pay him a visit at the most unexpected time. He should have warded his place against everybody to keep his little secret a little longer. But now it was too late; Jisung blinked in confusion as he spotted Hana in his arms.

“Holy shit!” Jisung screamed so loud Hana winced and pressed herself harder against Minho. “No, it can’t be. Is it a baby in your arms?” He shifted on the couch, leaning to get a better look at her and then at him.

“Language.” Minho scolded him. “What does she look like? Of course it’s a baby.”

Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes as he gawked at the two of them for a moment, trying to figure out why a baby was in his house. Why, a demon such as Minho, would even be with a baby. But then and because of his attention on her, Hana tried to hide in Minho’s arms and Jisung thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Minho, the big, bad demon, was babysitting. He burst into laughter, holding his stomach. “The guys will never believe me when I’m gonna tell them about you and the baby.”

The urge to kick Jisung’s ass was strong and for Hana’s sake, Minho had to resist it. Instead, he rolled his eyes at his friend and averted his eyes to you, coming out of the kitchen, the apron still around your body. The simple sight of you lessened his annoyance and the sight of your soft smile melted his heart.

“Guess I was right cooking more than necessary.” You commented as you looked at a very confused Jisung. He hadn’t changed at all, still the same loud boy who adored Minho. Not that you could blame him for it. “Hi Jisung.”

“What?!” Jisung jolted at the sound of your voice that he instantly recognized. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe you were back, looking so comfortable and homy. It didn’t sit right with him. Jisung was never the type to hold back and he was ready to share a piece of his mind but he halted. He looked at you, then slowly looked at Hana, noticing the similarities between the two of you. Then, and even slower, his gaze slid to Minho.

“How? What? When?” Jisung didn’t want to jump to conclusion, but what was he supposed to think when the ex-girlfriend of his best friend suddenly showed up? How was he supposed to react seeing his friend, so comfortable (and a tad overprotective) with a baby who was clearly yours?

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction – Minho gave you the stinky eye in return.

“She’s not mine.” Minho declared to put end to Jisung’s misery and inner turmoil.

Jisung pointed an accusing finger at Minho, scowling. “If she’s not yours, why the hell are you glued to her as if she was yours?”

And just like that, the urge to kick his ass was back. Minho got back on his feet, still holding Hana, as he walked towards you to hand her. You gladly took her in your arms. He lingered, his eyes on Hana and gently patted her head before briefly looking at you. 

“See. This is exactly why I’m not believing you when you say she’s not yours.” Jisung commented, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at you. 

You couldn’t blame Jisung for thinking this way; Minho was truly sweet and protective over Hana as if she was his own. If only. 

Minho sighed and turned to face his friend. “Can’t you tell what she is?” 

Jisung tilted his head to the side and truly looked at Hana. It didn’t take long for his eyes to widen in shock as realization dawned on him. He opened his mouth and closed it then looked at you. “What the hell?!” 

“Language.” Minho repeated himself. 

“Minho.” Jisung inhaled sharply, bracing himself. “Why the-why is Y/N here with a baby?” Then his gaze slid to you, frowning and not hiding his dislike. His eyes turned purple, revealing what was hiding beneath this pretty, cute face. You should have known that he was just like Minho and yet it took you by surprise. 

“Jisung.” Minho warned him, standing now right before you, shielding you from him. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Jisung snarled in response. He didn’t look so cute and harmless anymore. Far from it. He took a step towards you. “She left you for a fu-freaking angel, got a baby and now she’s crawling back to you? Did I miss anything?” 

“I didn’t leave him for an angel.” You fought back. You understood his anger; he had all the rights in the world to be angry with you but he didn’t have the right to twist your story. 

“And yet here you are with this thi-“ Jisung never managed to finish his sentence. Whatever he was about to say turned into a shriek as he found himself thrown against a wall with so much strength it left a crack in the wall. 

You blinked in confusion before slowly looking down at your little girl. Hana had her arm outstretched and looked upset, her eyes glowing. So small, so young and yet she already showed so much strength; you couldn’t imagine how stronger she could get. 

If you were both impressed and scared with Hana’s display of power, Minho simply chuckled and ruffled Hana’s hair before walking to his friend. 

“Guess she doesn’t like you.” Minho commented, smirking at Jisung. He grabbed his arm and helped him back on his feet. “Better watch out or she might throw you through the window next time.” 

Jisung whined in response but didn’t comment, still stunned with the outcome. 

 “So. Let me make sure I understood everything. You met an angel without knowing he was one - I still don’t know how you didn’t notice, they’re just bunch of assholes.” That earned him a slap on the back of his head from Minho and a roll of eyes from you. “Whatever. Anyway. He got you pregnant and once you found out what he was you run away. Sounds familiar.” 

You took the blow without a word. But Minho thought differently. He kicked Jisung under the table. 

“Don’t be an asshole.” Minho scolded him.

“Language.” You scolded him in return, even if Hana was asleep in your arms. “I ran away because he wanted to take her away from me.” 

Jisung thought about it for a moment. He looked at Hana then back at you and nodded. “No wonder they want her. They will come for her.” Jisung was scared to ask what the plan was. More he looked at his friend, at his odd behavior and more it worried Jisung. He didn’t hate you, he hated your choice but he also knew you were good for Minho. But you being back with something their enemies wanted badly, was trouble they should avoid. “What’s the plan?” 

“She’s staying with me.” Minho answered without hesitation. 

“Are you mad? She can’t!” Jisung jumped from his place and slammed his hands on the table. “You know they will fight to get her back.” 

“Let them fight. I don’t care.” Minho shrugged. He looked nonchalant about the whole mess and yet you saw through him. He was slowly losing patience. 

“I care!” Jisung insisted. “We’ve been at peace with them for centuries! You can’t throw away the peace just for her!” 

Instead of answering, Minho looked at Jisung right into his eyes. He was cold, indifferent and yet his eyes were burning with rage. “Let them come. I dare them to take Y/N and Hana from me.” 

“Is there really a truce between demons and angels?” You asked as you sat beside Minho on the bench outside his house. The weather was lovely, but it looked too calm for your liking. Especially after the talk with Jisung. Despite Minho’s reassuring words, you couldn’t stop worrying. At any moment angels could appear, provoke a fight in order to get Hana back. And what could you do to stop it? Nothing.

Minho didn’t want to talk about it. Not because it was a forbidden subject but because he had a feeling you would try to leave the moment you found out how bad it could get because of his decision.

“You’re worried because of what Jisung said.” He said instead and observed you. You were avoiding his eyes; your gaze glued to your hands as you kept playing with your fingers, nervous.

“And you’re avoiding my question.”

Minho sighed in defeat. “So stubborn.” Nevertheless, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Minho.”

“Fine. Yes, there is a truce.”

Your heart leapt in your throat at his admission. “I can’t stay here. You had enough shit to deal with.” You stood up from your seat only for Minho to grab your hand and pull you back.

“Don’t even think about it.” He growled dangerously at you. The mention of the truce was enough to turn his mood sour but the mention of you leaving was even worse.

One glance from him should have silenced you but your fears were stronger than his menacing glare.

“You know I can’t stay!” You protested, body fully turned to him. “I brought my problems to your doorstep because I knew the only place I could be safe would be with you. But I didn’t know the consequences. I can’t let you risk all for me.”

“Shut up.” Minho snapped, his eyes turning red. Minho was pissed, alright. He tried desperately to keep his temper in check but your words and the simple mention of you leaving pushed him to the edge.

“Min-“

“You made your choice three years ago. Let me make mine today.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. The moment he opened his eyes, they were back to their normal color. All trace of anger vanished just like that and was replaced with softness and sorrow. “It’s unfair how much hold you have over me, Y/N. It’s dangerous for so many reasons, but it seems that I just don’t care. You could stamp on my heart again and I’ll let you.”

Once more, he took your hand and squeezed gently. His hand was warm and soft and so comforting you almost wept. “I wish I could hate you.”

“But you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

Living with Minho was everything you had imagined it would be and more. Easy, comfortable, filled with banters and sweet moment that usually involved him and Hana. You easily found the right rhythm that suited the two of you. Whenever he had to leave, he always made sure that someone he trusted stayed behind. Sometimes it was Jisung, sometimes it was another of his friends. All of them were wary of Hana at first and of you of course, but one big smile from Hana and they melted. Especially Jisung.

Just like that six months passed. Hana’s power grew stronger every day; throwing people against walls was the least of your concern. Whenever she threw a tantrum the whole place would shake and things would fly around. If at first it scared you because you had absolutely no clue how to deal with such incredible and powerful baby, you got used to it. Minho happened to be a great help with it too. A flash of his bright red eyes and Hana would always calm down. Sometimes later, you believed, she would go against him but for now it did the trick.

Hana’s powers weren’t the only thing that grew. She did too. Despite being only six months old, she looked much older. And she could talk which made things much easier and your life livelier.

Your life turned out as normal as it could get with a half angel baby and a life with a demon, but there was still one thing that bothered you. The lack of activities from angels. Minho barely talked about it, telling you every single time not to worry, that he would deal with it when times come but it made you wonder. Did he talk to them? Did he persuade them to give up? You gathered from the few conversations with Jisung that Minho was someone angels avoided and would not mess up with unless necessary. It made you wonder just how strong Minho was.

“A problem for another day.” You told yourself as you took a deep breath.

You put the different snacks on the plate and headed outside to join both Minho and Hana. The weather was lovely and perfect, not too hot and not too cold, just what you needed to enjoy a little afternoon all together. A big blanket was splayed on the ground, Minho laying on it with Hana sitting on his chest and clapping her hands.

Despite living under the same roof, you didn’t witness many times his display of power. Today however he was using it freely for Hana’s pure enjoyment. Butterflies formed from shadows flied all around them, all around Hana, playing with her hair. It was a pretty sight and you enjoyed it almost as much as Hana did.

“I think it’s the first time I’m seeing you use your powers.” You admitted as you put the plate beside them but still far enough to avoid any accident. Just as you said those words, a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose, tickling you softly.

Minho looked at you, smiling so fondly, your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t tell whether it was because of Hana or because of the two of you but you appreciated the moment all the same. His smile was contagious as you leaned to plant a kiss on Hana’s cheek.

“He made so many butterflies! Just for me!” Hana explained to you, voice filled with excitement and cheerfulness as she spread her arms widely for butterflies to land on her.

“Just for you.” Minho confirmed. Then, with a flick of his hand a shadow formed around you, circling you before taking form. “And this one for you.” A black cat made of shadows.

Hana applauded louder than ever and tried to reach for it– she failed and fell beside Minho. The two of you stared at her, trying desperately to stifle the laugh. Minho being the strongest managed, you, not so much. Hana raised her head and glared at you; her glare reminding you awfully of Minho.

“This is so you.” You pointed at her scowl before looking at him. “She’s imitating you.”

“She’s learning from the best.” He said proudly.

You rolled your eyes at him and chose not to respond. Instead, your attention was on the cat that kept turning around you, brushing your knees every now and then. You reached out to pet it and immediately the cat came to bump its head against your hand. Despite it being made of shadows, it felt warm against the palm of your hand. Warm and familiar – like Minho which you supposed made sense, it was his power, a part of him.

“Just wait when Jisung hears about it.” You teased knowing that Minho would rather die than show his soft side to his friend.

“Don’t you dare.” He warned you sounding threatening if not for his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You were tempting the devil, you knew it and didn’t care. “Or what?”

Minho quirked a brow at your provocation. “Do you really want to find out?”

You grabbed a grape and shoved in your mouth to hide your smile, to hide how this little game was truly affecting you – Minho saw it anyway. “Someone is playing with fire.”

“Who?”

“How cute.”

Your blood froze in your veins. You knew this voice. The deceptive one. The one that made you believe that you could love again. The one that managed to get through the walls you had built around yourself after the breakup. The one that seduced you. He was here. He had found them.

In the blink of an eye, Minho was on his feet, standing before you, fists clenched, eyes red. All trace of happiness, of genuine smiles vanished to replace with wrath and the urge to fight. To protect.

You hurried to scoop Hana in your arms as you stood behind Minho, watching five angels standing too close for your liking. They looked relaxed and satisfied. You bet they were. It took them six months to find you and finally they were so close to their goal.

“I’ve been wondering who managed to hide you so well.” Soobin said, unbothered, completely ignoring Minho’s presence. His eyes were on you and on Hana. “But to think you would hide with a demon. I’m both impressed and disgusted.”

Hana was shaking in your arms. Your grip around her tightened. Just like Minho, you were ready to fight if needed. There was no way you would give up your child, your happiness without a fight.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me.” And as he said those words, he took few steps towards you.

His mistake. Maybe he should have paid more attention to Minho. To what and who he was. The moment he took those steps, darkness erupted from everywhere. The beautiful blue sky turned black and so did your surroundings. It felt as if life itself was being sucked from everywhere. It was only then that Soobin’s attention shifted to Minho. His eyes widened in shock before his mouth set in a hard line.

“You.”

You stared at Minho’s back in disbelief and wonder at the same time. You thought you knew what he looked like as a demon, thought the only changes were his eyes. You were wrong. So terribly wrong. Because the man that stood protectively between you and the angels looked completely different. Strange and yet still so familiar.

Black marks covered his arms from his wrist to his shoulders and you suspected it went beyond. The tip of his fingers were black and with claws. Even his hair seemed a little longer. Shadows surrounded him, following his every gesture. He looked absolutely deadly and magnificent.

“Take my advice and leave.” Minho simply said. For the sake of his friends, Minho chose to use threats instead of fighting, no matter how much he wanted to kill them all. So what if some angels went missing from heaven? It wouldn’t be a big deal. Good riddance even.

“I can’t.” Soobin recovered quickly. While his friends were ready to fight, he hesitated. “I really don’t want to fight you. Nothing good will come out of it.”

Minho snorted at that. “Why? Scared that this time I will actually end your miserable existence?”

Minho’s remark made you snap from your observation. As you scrutinized the two men, you quickly realized that they shared a past. They knew each other and not only because they were sworn enemies. No. There was something else and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing.

“Mommy, is Minnie in trouble?” Hana whispered as she glanced at Minho. She outstretched her arm, wanting to reach for him but you stopped her by hugging her tighter against you.

Hana, despite her young age, recognized the danger when faced with it. You couldn’t lie and tell her that you weren’t in trouble, but Minho. Minho looked so composed, so confident, it made you wonder who would come out victorious if they fought.

“Don’t worry.” You whispered to her. “Minho is the strongest person I have ever met. If anything, they are in trouble, not him.” You kissed the crown of her head and prayed that it would be over soon.

“Do you think you can fight all of us?” Soobin dared him. Maybe a part of him truly believed that they stood a chance against Minho. Or maybe he bluffed.

“Want to find out?” There was at least one person who wasn’t bluffing and it was Minho.

He didn’t hesitate, not even for a second as his power spread. From the corner of your eyes you spotted movement; fast and lethal. The shadows took form, solidifying, turning into giant monsters that stood beside Minho, protecting him, waiting for his orders.

“She’s mine.” Minho growled. His growl loud, dangerous and filled with so much venom, goosebumps spread all over your skin in response. You didn’t fear Minho. You trusted him with all your being but it didn’t mean your body didn’t recognize the predator that stood before you. The incredibly beautiful predator.

“She’s mine.” He repeated and you swore you heard the monsters repeat his words.

And his words, his possessiveness echoed in your mind, in your heart. And you watched as this beautiful, dangerous man, despite everything, stood proudly before you. Watched him as he was ready to fight for the two of you, not only because he offered you a roof but because he truly cared for Hana. You heard it in his voice. You saw it every day; he truly loved Hana as his own.

Tears shimmered in your eyes as so many emotions raged inside you. Love, gratitude, pain, longing. All of it.  You couldn’t stop yourself as his name escaped your lips. It was barely audible but he heard it anyway. He always did.

Minho glanced over his shoulder and your eyes locked for a moment.  In this moment, there was so much you wanted to tell him. To tell him you were sorry, to tell him to be careful and that they couldn’t live without a world where he was not. And Minho being Minho understood it. He shook his head and winked playfully at you before returning his attention on the angels.

“Leave.” He said, “You interrupted our peaceful family moment.”

“You’re a fool, Minho.” Was the last thing Soobin said before vanishing along with his friends.

“So I’ve been told.”

The three of you stood in silence for a moment. You, still speechless; because of Minho’s true form and at the same time because he managed to make the angels flee. Minho, because he was still trying to sooth his anger.

“Minho.” You called for him.

Slowly, and after taking a deep breath, he turned to look at you, expecting to see fear and maybe disgust in your eyes. He saw none of it. Instead, he found you standing close to him, your hand outstretched for him to take.

“Let’s get back inside.” And you smiled.

“No! I don’t want to sleep!” Hana protested and kicked her blanket with as much strength as she could muster after a long and rather emotional day.

You frowned at her before looking at Minho in despair. You had tried everything to force her to sleep but nothing worked. It was one of those days.

“What if the bad guys come back?” She muttered as she pressed her teddy-bear closer to her heart. “What if they try to break us apart?”

“Oh baby.” You wrapped your arms around her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “They won’t come back.” At least you hoped so.

Minho joined you on the bed. He leaned closer to Hana and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. “You don’t have to worry about the bad guys. I kicked their-“ He stopped himself on time, glanced guiltily at you, before adding, “I mean, we fought already once and they lost. I’ll fight them again and they will lose. Nobody will take you from me.”

“But what if they try to take mommy away?”

Her words hit deeper than you thought. Too scared to see Minho’s reaction, you kept your eyes on her, but your heart was beating fast and loud. Would he fight for you? You didn’t know and were scared to find out.

“Not going to happen.” Minho confirmed and ruffled her hair fondly. “You have nothing to worry about. So sleep or else we’re not getting your favorite cake tomorrow.”

You looked at him, eyes boring into him at his admission. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but his words soothed your fears, more than you were willing to admit.

Once sure Hana was asleep, the two of you left the room. You wanted to talk some more with Minho, to discuss the incident with the angels but it seemed like Minho was either avoiding you or simply had enough for one night.

“You should go back and sleep.” He advised you without looking at you. “Good night, Y/N.”

The wise thing would definitely be to go back to your room and sleep but you were known for not being very wise. He should have known. Without making any sound, you followed him and you bet he knew it.

Minho went back outside, his shadows following him. It made you stop and observe. It fascinated you how they were simply part of him, always following him, protecting him. They spread behind, almost reaching you and halted as if hesitating to touch you.

“You have a mind of your own?” You felt silly for talking to a shadow but it reacted. It moved again and wrapped around your ankle. You expected to shiver, you expected it to be cold but it wasn’t. It was a warm caress. Just like Minho.

You followed Minho outside and the shadow followed your every step, maybe because it was fun or maybe because it appreciated your company.

Minho’s power spread around the house and marks appeared in the air. You didn’t recognize any of them, not even from your time with Amy, but you easily guessed it was in order to protect the place.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asked

“I got distracted.” You admitted

“With what?”

“You.”

Minho chuckled in response, half amused, half surprised with your admission. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he approached you, smirking devilishly at you. And you? You gulped, nervously. To save yourself from this beautiful creature, you averted your eyes from his face.

But Minho was in a rather playful mood. “And how exactly am I distracting you?” A finger under your chin, he tilted your head to make you look at him.

It was pure torture to be so close to him and yet not being able to fully touch him. It was torture to have him watch you so closely – you bit your lips and his eyes followed the gesture.

“Be careful. I might bite.”

Minho thought that nothing could terrify him in this world. He was once more wrong. After the recent events, he came to realize that the idea of losing Hana truly upset him. He couldn’t imagine a day without her. Not anymore. But it wasn’t the only thing that scared him. No. Hearing your screams shattered his heart in thousand pieces.

One scream from you and he was out of his bed and appeared in your room, ready to fight whoever managed to get through his wards. But there was nobody in your room. No signs of breaking. Nothing except for you fighting invisible enemies in your sleep.

“Y/N.” He called for you in hope to wake you from your nightmare.

But you didn’t wake up. Not even when he joined you and grabbed your arms, trying to stop you from hurting yourself. Not even when he took you in his arms and tried to reach your mind.

“Come on, love. Wake up.” He whispered to your ear and kissed your forehead. “You’re safe. Hana is safe. I’m here.”

Minho rocked you in his arms while, slowly, your body started to relax and you stopped fighting. He kept you in his arms and watched your every breath and listened to your heartbeat.

“Come back to me.”

And you did. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the familiar face and soft eyes. With familiar warmth spreading through you.

Minho smiled. “Hi. Bad dream?”

“Yeah. But now I think I’m dreaming again.” You managed to say. You didn’t know what shocked you more; your nightmare or the fact that Minho was in your bed, holding you.

Minho chuckled at your attempt at being funny. “Nope. Not a dream, I’m really here.” And to prove his point, his hold around you tightened. “Make room, I don’t think I can go back to my room now.”

“Who say I want you in my bed?” You obviously wanted him in your bed. Not only because you were scared of having another nightmare, but also because his presence alone was everything you needed. You wanted him close to you, you wanted him to keep holding you.

Minho rolled his eyes and pushed you playfully to make room for himself. He thought he was being polite by asking, but really, his decision was made the moment he got inside your room.

“What a gentleman.” You commented but gladly lifted the blanket for him to settle under.

“A trait of my personality that you used to love.”

“Still do.” You hadn’t meant to speak aloud but the words left your mouth anyway. You froze beside him and then cleared your throat. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t fret.” Minho pulled you back against him as if it was the most natural thing to do. And it used to and it still felt the same. Good. Right. “Was your nightmare about angels?”

You shut your eyes and tried not to think about it, but the image was still fresh in your mind. “Yes. They were trying to take her away from me.”

“You know that I was sincere when I told Hana that I won’t let them take you away right?” But despite the sincerity in his voice, you didn’t look at him. You didn’t want him to see the tears in the corner of your eyes. Minho gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “You do know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, right? Nothing I can deny you.”

“I let you out of my sight once. I’m not doing it again.”

After that night, something had changed between you and Minho. Maybe it was because of the attack and fear of another one. You weren’t stupid; it couldn’t be just that easy. One threat from Minho and they left you alone – it didn’t make sense. Or maybe it had nothing to do with the angels and more to do with the late confession.

From the moment you had left Minho, you knew, deep inside you, that it was the biggest mistake of your life. Yes, you were allowed to be scared, to feel insecure and doubt but it was Minho. You should have listened to the little voice – the one that whispered late at night. The one who reminded you every good, magical moments you had spent in his company. The one who reminded you every time you tried to start anew that no matter how nice a man was; nobody could compare to him. Nobody could compare to how he made you feel. How deep was his love for you. You tried to reason yourself. You tried to bury your feelings, your love and your regret.

But look at you right now? You were back to the very same place you had run from. The irony wasn’t lost on you.

And yet, he still cared for you. He was stilling willing to fight for you, protect you from everything and from everyone. You didn’t want to hope, to expect anything more from him but could you really ignore this tiny part of you? You couldn’t. You couldn’t ignore the lingering eyes on you. You couldn’t ignore his little touches; simple brushes of arms that set your skin on fire. You couldn’t ignore the attention he gave you.

“Take a picture. It lasts longer.” Minho teased you. Without realizing it, you had been staring at him for too long, lost in your own little world.

Your face heat up; it was a tad embarrassing to be caught red-handed, especially because you would never hear the end of it. “Why would I when I see the real thing every day?” You managed to say with a huff and averted your eyes from his face.

Minho chuckled at your attempt to save your face but it was too late. He had seen it all and enjoyed every second of it. “Maybe so you can frame it and put it on your bedside table?” He closed his book, finding that teasing you was so much more interesting. He watched you like a hawk as he got closer to you – you took a step back.

“What were you thinking about while staring at me like that?” He grinned as he leaned closer, eyes never leaving yours. He enjoyed the effect he had on you; the flush on your face, your breathing and especially how loudly your heart beat.

You took another step back only to meet the wall. You were trapped and at his mercy. And whatever Minho wanted, he always had it. Including the truth out of you. “Like what?”

Minho’s grin turned into a full smirk. He leaned, a hand resting on the wall right beside your head. “Were you thinking about how handsome I am?” And he leaned even closer, mere inches between you. “Or were you thinking about something naughty? That wouldn’t surprise me.”

You gasped at his words. “Why would I?!” You tried pushing him away for the sake of your sanity. His closeness, even if much appreciated (if not too much), was driving you nuts. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think about anything else but his body so close to yours.

But your attempt was another failure. Minho didn’t budge, not even a little.

“So you were.” He teased, unable to stop himself.

“I was not!”

Minho’s lips were hovering over yours, leaving no space between your bodies. His warmth spread through your own body like fire. All you had to do was to tilt your head and you could kiss him. So damn tempting.

“Be honest with me, Y/N. Say what you want.”

And it would be so easy, wouldn’t it?

Not under Hana’s watch.

“Mommyyyyyyy!” Hana called while running in the room, so fast Minho had barely the time to put some space between you. “Look, look!”

You tried, you really did, but your dizziness prevented you from concentrating on anything other than the man beside you and the thought that you almost kissed. Almost.

“What is it?” Minho was the one to recover, fast, as always.

Hana showed him the palm of her hand, proudly. Tiny balls of light floated around her hand. Slowly at first and then it spread. The balls got bigger and slowly the shape changed and turned into butterflies, identical to the ones Minho had made for her, except they were made of lights and not shadows.

Minho whistled, impressed with how easily Hana managed to learn the trick. How easily she managed to learn to control her power. He crouched to be at her level and admired her work closer. Impressive indeed.

“Well done.” He ruffled her hair.

From the day you started living with Minho, and especially after the little visit from angels, there was one thing you didn’t think you would ever witness. A talk between Soobin and Minho.

You woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty and a little disoriented. You didn’t know what time it was except for the fact that it was still late considering the darkness you spotted from your window. Without making any noise, you hurried to get to the kitchen, wanting to go back as quick as possible to the warmth of your bed. But before you could walk back to your room, you noticed that the front door was opened. Not widely but enough to worry you. Your instinct told you to get to Minho, to warn him but your body moved on its own. You walked on tiptoes. Closer you got and louder the voices got from outside. Voices that you recognized easily. Voices that you didn’t expect to hear so soon together.

“I can’t believe you would go so far for a human.” Soobin admitted as he ruffled his hair in frustration. “You used to kill them on sight.”

You clasped your hand over your mouth to prevent any noises, to stop yourself from gasping out loud. Why the hell was Soobin here? And more importantly, why did he look so comfortable around Minho? It didn’t make much sense.

“Y/N is special.” Minho simply replied without elaborating.

Soobin paused to observe Minho. The demon he knew would have never praised a human, no matter how pretty the person was. “She’s human. A pretty one, yes, but still human.”

“One that bore your child. You can’t deny she’s special.” Minho reminded him. It hurt him to even mention the fact that Hana was his child, he wished he could forget this fact but he also needed Soobin to realize that you weren’t just any human. You were different.

“When you put it like that.” He sighed. “You know the child is special. I want her.” He winced when Minho’s eyes flashed red. A silent warning that Soobin took seriously as he raised his hands in defense. “Are you really going to start another war for them?”

Minho didn’t answer. He had the answer right on the tip of his tongue but his attention was somewhere else. On you. Despite your attempt at being discrete, he could feel you, too close to them for his liking. Soobin, on the other hand, was oblivious.

“But it’s not only about the child, is it?” Soobin realized in disbelief. “It’s about Y/N. Is she worth it?”

“To me? Yes.” Minho took a dangerous step towards him. Everything about him screamed danger. Just one wrong word and this almost friendly encounter would turn to a bloody one. “I don’t particularly like you, Soobin. But I don’t hate you. But should you come back with an army, I will fight you and I will end you for good, this time. I won’t let her go. Not her and not Hana.”

“Is it a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Soobin shook his head. “You’re crazy.” Only then, he noticed you by the door. You couldn’t help yourself as you got closer, body shaking and teary eyes. His own eyes softened at your sight. He liked you, in his own odd way. Yes, you were a special human.

“And I must be crazy too.” Soobin sighed in defeat. “Take care of them. I can’t promise you that we won’t be back. But I’ll take in consideration your promise.” And with that he vanished into the darkness of the night.

“What a pain in the ass.” Minho groaned and turned to face you. He observed you for a moment, frowning at your state. “Why are you crying?”

Minho knew from the moment he felt your presence you would end up hearing them but he didn’t care. He had nothing to hide; not his business with angels and definitely not how he felt about you. It was about time he addressed the matter and tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so. 

“I-“ But no words left your mouth, too overwhelmed with your own feelings. 

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he got closer to you. “Say it.” Minho knew you well enough to know what was going through your mind. He always could read you easily, then and now. 

It frustrated you how easily his words unsettled you, how easily your heart answered his call. You didn’t want to hide how you felt, how badly you wanted to go back to what you were. But you didn’t deserve it. Not after hurting him over and over again. 

“Y/N. Say it.” His voice was calm and gentle when really, inside he was dying to hear you say it. He wanted to hear your confession and ease his mind and heart. 

“I don’t deserve you.” You finally managed to whisper through tears. “I can’t say it, Minho.” 

He shook his head and gently cupped your face. “I still want to hear it.” 

You looked at him, heart roaring in your ears. “I’m sorry.” There was so much you should apologize for, but your mind was a mess and you weren’t sure you could convey all your feelings. But you still were willing to try. For you, for Hana, for him. Especially for him. Because Minho deserved it. He was always there for you, then and now. He showered you with love then and he still did it today. He showered Hana with the same love when he could have hated her for what she was. But he didn’t. 

“I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for being an idiot and getting scared. I should have listened to my heart. I should have known that despite being a demon, you were sincere, that you cared so much for me. I’m sorry for hurting you.” 

Minho stroked your cheek with his thumb, gently wiping your tears. “When you showed up at my doorstep, I really wanted to slam the door to your face. Just the sight of you brought back unwanted feelings, unwanted needs. But I couldn’t do it. I saw how fragile you were and my heart refused to let go. Refused to let my bitterness stands between you and me.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeated. You bit on your lips to prevent another sob but your face told him everything he needed to know.

Minho leaned over and kissed your right eye, tasting your tears, and then the left one. “I never stopped loving you. Not even when you broke my heart.” He kissed your nose, your cheeks, making you tremble even more. “I’m not letting you go again and if it means I have to start another war then so be it.”

“You’re cra-zy.” You managed to say through a hiccup.

“Can you blame me?”

You couldn’t.

Satisfied with your reaction, Minho kissed the only part of your face he hadn’t touched, the only part he desperately wanted to touch. At first, it was a simple brush of his lips, light and hesitant. Maybe he was giving you one last chance to pull back, to escape – as if you would. Never again. Minho’s hold on your face tightened as he pressed his lips a little stronger, unable to hold back any longer. And he didn’t need to; you wrapped your arms around his, tightly as if your life depended on him. And you kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, with the same need and despair.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. “Don’t ever leave me again, Y/N.”

The simple mention of leaving brought back tears to your eyes. You clung to him as strongly as you could, shutting his mouth with yours. In that moment you realized that you would rather die than leave him again.

“Never again.” You promised

Minho scooped you in his arms. A peck on your lips followed by a smile so bright you weren’t sure you had ever seen it on his face.

He carried you back inside the house and straight to his room. Minho dropped you on his bed. He stood by his bed for a moment, admiring the sight of you in his bed, admiring your parted lips, admiring the look in your eyes. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. And there was so much he wanted to do to you. He wanted to taste you, to claim you and make sure that nobody would ever touch you. He wanted to make you scream and make you remember who you belonged to.

“Are you sure about it?” He asked one last time for good measure.

You smiled at his attempt, at his gentleness. You spread your arms widely. “Come and claim me.”

Minho closed his eyes and took a short moment to calm himself, to let your words sink in. You were his. He grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Despite knowing his body for years, you couldn’t help but suck in your breath in amazement, in need. He was so helplessly perfect. Strong, lean body that you were dying to touch again, to feel the smoothness of his skin against you.

“You’re drooling.” Minho teased, yet incredibly satisfied with your reaction.

“Can’t be helped when you look this good.” You didn’t try to deny, there was no point when your body was reacting so strongly to his presence.

Minho’s hands found their way to your ankles, softly massaging them making you moan in response at his gentle touch. Slowly, his hands travelled from your ankles to your calves, to your knees, setting your body on fire. You were burning with need and longing.

He grabbed your shorts and pulled them just as slowly from you. He knew that you were desperately needing more and so did he, but where would be the fun if he gave everything to you right away? It all came apart the moment he realized you weren’t wearing any panties; the scent of your arousal hit his senses. He let out an animalistic growl. This same fucking sweet scent that used to drive him crazy.

Growing just as impatient, you took off your shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor, eyes never leaving Minho. Your heart was roaring; your body was burning. “Touch me.”.

In response, Minho leaned over you and claimed your lips in a heated kiss. His hands were roaming freely all over your body, touching, groping, fondling. “So fucking beautiful.” He dragged your lower lip playfully with his teeth. His lips trailed from your lips down to your neck, leaving bright marks. He marked every inch of your skin; your neck, your chest, your stomach.

“Can’t believe you’re a mom.” He planted kisses all over your stomach, worshipped every tiny scars, marks that were left on your body. “And such a good mom.”

The moment his lips connected with your clit, all air left your lungs; your body jerked in response. Minho feasted on you, savoring the sweet taste of you, the one he had missed for so long. The stroke of his tongue were determined, determined to make you scream, to make you come apart with just his tongue.

“Minho,” You moaned as your head fell back. Your body responded to his touches so easily, so eagerly. There was no stopping. You couldn’t ignore how loud your heart beat. You couldn’t ignore how wetter and how your body tingled with every flick of his tongue. But you needed more. You rocked your hips against his tongue, seeking to feel more, to feel him deeper.

“I want to spend the whole night buried between your legs.” Minho confessed and glanced at you from between your legs. The sight of his mouth covered with your wetness made you clench around nothing. He looked absolutely sinful and gorgeous.

“Minho, please.” You begged, your body aching with need of release.

“What is it?” He teased and gave a harsh suck. “Use your words.”

As if you could when he was devouring you like this. He knew it and still teased.

“Please, I’m so close.” You mewled and pushed your hips closer. “Please.”

“How can I say no when you beg so prettily?” He kept licking and sucking with even more eagerness, more strength. His grip on your ass tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he ravaged you.

“Minho!” You cried out as a wave of orgasm hit you.

He could have stop, could have let you a moment to recover but Minho was insatiable. He wanted and needed more; more of you, more of your taste, even if it meant to drive you crazy. So he kept feasting on you. He didn’t stop. Not when your body trembled under his assault. Not when you grabbed his hair and pulled, softly at first and stronger as your sensitive body was torn between the wish to pull away from him and let him end you right on the spot. He didn’t stop when a second orgasm hit you, even stronger than the first. He didn’t stop even when a third one hit you, so powerful you screamed his name.

“Please, I can’t.” You begged, tears streaming down your face, half delirious. Your whole body was so sensitive; you couldn’t bear it.

Minho smirked at you, pleased with his work, pleased with the way you looked; lips swollen, body covered with his marks and pussy wet and ready to take him. He quickly disregarded his last piece of clothes before going back to you, his hands sliding up and down your legs – you shook under the touch, still sensitive.

“Guess you forgot what it’s like to be overstimulated.” He mocked, “I bet it was boring with the angel.”

Even in your dizziness you understood his words, his innuendo. If you had any strength left, you would have scoffed at his words, instead you nudged him with your leg. A weak attempt at showing your annoyance.

“Should I remind you what you really like? Hm?” He challenged you. “Should I remind your pussy that it was made for me? Only me?”

“Stop talking and just show me.” You provoked him, knowing too well that he would make you pay and that it would leave you shattered and unable to walk for the next five business day. Exactly what you needed.

“So bold.” But he loved it. With ease he flipped you over. His hands found their rightful place on your ass. Such a beautiful one that used to be red with his handprints. He caressed your ass, lovingly, slowly and then gave it a strong first slap followed by another and another. Your body jerked as you moaned.

“Much better.” Minho gently rubbed your now bright red skin. “You look pretty with your ass all red.”

“Minho, I need you inside, right now.” You half begged half ordered. Despite his grip on your hips, you pushed your hips against him, needing to feel him.

“So impatient.” He shook his head. He took his hard, angry cock and brushed the tip against your folds – you whimpered.

“Please,” You begged, “I need you so badly.”

With one thrust, Minho buried himself deep inside you, welcoming your warmth. “Fuck, love, you feel so good.” He stilled, savoring your tightness – his cock twitched inside of you. “Since you begging me, you’re going to take everything I give you like a good girl right?”

“I will.” You promised as you gripped the sheets beneath you tightly, bracing yourself for the storm to come. You knew Minho was no longer able to control himself, to hold back, even if he tried. He was at his limits and you were more than ready for him to snap.

And he did. From the very beginning, he set a strong and fast rhythm, pounding into you mercilessly and you took it like a good girl. You accepted every thrust, his strong grip on your hips that would leave another set of bruises – and you didn’t care. With every powerful thrust, your eyes rolled back in your head.

“So fucking good.” Minho groaned and slammed his hips. “Taking me like a good little slut. I told you, this pussy was made for me.”

“Just for you.” You chocked. “I-m,I’m close.”

“But do you deserve to come?” He wondered.

Minho let go of your hips and you fell face on the bed, unable to hold on your own. It didn’t last; Minho grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled you against him. You arched your back, exposing your delicate neck.

“Tell me,” He whispered to your ear, “Tell me why you deserve to come hm?”

“I-“ But your words were lost; Minho’s free hand slid to where you were connected and found your clit. He played with you, making sure you wouldn’t be able to think straight, that you wouldn’t be able to answer back.

“I guess you don’t deserve to come. Should I stop?” As if he could stop.

“No!” You screamed as he kept playing with you. You were so close you could taste your orgasm. “Please, Minho. Let me come.”

He pulled your hair a little stronger and bit on your flesh. “Then tell me.”

“I love you!” You screamed, “Please, please, please.” You were a mess. A beautiful, sticky mess. His mess.

“Then come.”

You convulsed violently around him, eyes rolling back in your head. Minho’s thrusts got sloppier as he helped you through your orgasm while seeking his own. Minho stilled and let out a loud and deep groan as he spilled into you, letting you take all of him, not wasting any single drop.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. He pulled out slowly, dragging the moment and admired as his cum slowly dripped from you. “Your pussy looks amazing.” He scooped the cum that was leaking from you and pushed it back inside you.

“Minho, too sensitive.” You whimpered, unable to take any more.

“Sorry,” He peppered your shoulder, your back with kisses. “Can’t help it.” He plopped beside you and pulled you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

Your body ached, every part of it but it was worth it. The bliss that followed was even more worth it. You were back to where you belonged to. His bed, his arms, his heart. You kissed his chest, feeling his heart beat wildly and tilted your head.

“I love you.” You told him again. “I loved you then and I love you even more now.”

“Now that’s the mind-blowing sex talking.”

You groaned and hit his chest. “And the moment is ruined.”

But Minho laughed heartily and pressed you tightly against him. “No, it’s not. And I love you too.”

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Too Late To Be Fair

Warnings: death (caused by drunk driver), mentions of emotional abuse (R as a child), mentions of drinking and drunks, implications of self doubt and associated things, wishing someone would die. Please let me know if anything else.

Note: Grace is a fake player, due to previous ideas and maybe future ideas I had to make a player up... she does some things none of the girls would ever do....

A/N: Story inspired by Pray (Jessie Murph) & Mansion (NF) - and other things but I listened to these songs and I was like ooo good story idea. There probs will be a part 2. I hope you like it - also I know I said one of the McFoord fics would be out next but um yeah...

“Y/N We’re sorry to inform you but your Dad was in a car accident he was hit by a drunk driver” you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, you dad the drunk being hit by a drunk driver. Everyone looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N that’s not very appropriate,” Grace said, before others death stared her, clearly not knowing your situation, of course you were going to blow, especially at her, the thing you had wished for, for so long, finally happened, yet just after you cut him off, so it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean you could have an easier childhood, it was just another way of the universe punishing you. Waiting until you had moved out, cut your ties and in the spotlight, to finally kill him. Almost exactly a year since you cut him off, won the trial, got the restraining order, the one which he protested, causing the gruelling 3 day trial, to decide whether it was needed or not.

“Oh, sorry we don’t all have perfect little lives with perfect Mummies and Daddies, some of us actually had a shit childhood, faced real world problems, no rich bitch problems, oh Mummy and Daddy told me to pick up some rubbish, oh my life is shit they abuse me” you were dragged out of the locker room and into an empty physio room by Leah, Beth, Katie, Caitlin, and Steph who all sent you a glare when the door had shut, “Oh like she didn’t deserve it,” they all couldn’t but help let out a smile. There was an awkwardness in the room, as the girls all looked between each other not knowing how to approach this.

“You guys can all go, I’ve got this, thank you though,” Leah spoke, breaking the silence, everyone left except Beth, but Leah didn’t mind. You and Beth had a very close relationship, you had been close friends since your grassroots team, Beth helped you through the year of your life you realised you were gay, and then when you crushed on your now girlfriend, your then national Captain. Beth felt bad the year you told her about your Dad, she knew something was off but you never told anyone, barely anyone stills knows the full story, but that day Beth and you promised that you would be there for each other forever, and that was true, she had been there during your trial and so much more, and you were there for her when Dan broke up with her, Beth was really your rock and you were hers. Beth moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the room, giving you both space, whilst also being there in case you needed it. 

“Are you okay?” Leah couldn't find the right words, but she knew deep down the wrong words were what you needed her to say, you weren’t going to break, and release it all otherwise.

“Of course I’m not fucking okay Leah,” you looked up at her, she hadn’t even flinch at your words, instead she pulled you in for a hug. Which caused hot angry tears to fall from your eyes “Why now, why couldn’t it have been a year ago, 3 years, hell any time after I was 12. It’s unfair, its fucking unfair,” you paused, and Leah slowly slid her back down against the wall, bringing you down with her, your legs either side of hers as you sat in her lap. Your eyes connected with her soft kind caring blue eyes, and you could see how her lips formed a soft kind reassuring smile. You broke, big fat tears streamed down your face, as you sobbed, Leah gently pulled your body forward, so you were no longer sitting up, but leaning on her, she placed your head into the crock of her neck, before moving her arm to wrap around you lower body, her other hand was placed on your back, her thumb moving up and down, as she whispered reassuring words in your ear. 

“W-why now, when I’ve already lived the hard life, when I’ve been through all that shit. When I’m already screwed up, when I already have trust issues, when I already doubt myself everyday, so much so that I do it unconsciously” you sobbed into her neck.

“I know baby, it's not fair, and it's not right. But I’m here now, and I’ve got you.”

“I-I I used to wish he would die, I used to imagine cops showing up at the door when it was later than he used to come home, them telling me and me not being upset. I used to hope he just wouldn't come back from work trips. I used to imagine people asking me why I wasn’t upset when he died. I used to think of the fact that he was an alcoholic so he wouldn't get a kidney or liver transplant, unless it was a directed donation. I had to say yes, how could I say no if I was a match, but how could I say yes. You know how fucked up you feel when you think that stuff, you know how messed up I thought I was, but that was all his doing. It's just unfair.”

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You had calmed back down and decided to go see all the girls again, the only problem was that no one had realised what song was playing in the locker room, too deep in conversation to be aware of it.

Waking up but wishing that you don’t. It’s something that I pray you’ll never know.

A song that connected with you so deeply sent you back over the edge, and you quickly spun on your feet and speed walked away, Beth followed behind you.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking McCabe” you girlfriend yelled.

“Wha?” the room had gone quiet and attention was drawn to the music, “Oh fuck, shit, sorry, we werent listening to it, its just automatically come on. I promise, I wasn't trying to be funny, I wouldn't do anything like that to Y/N”

Leah just turned around packing your bag and hers, “Tell Jonas we’re going home.”

“Sorry” Katie yelled as Leah went down the hall.

Leah found you sitting in the middle of one of the side hallways. Beth’s arms were wrapped around you and your body was shaking.

“Come on baby, let's go home.” She said as she placed a hand on your back, Beth slowly released her arms around you, which Leah quickly replaced with hers.

_____

“What’s on your mind? I know it's something more than your Dad” your girlfriend said as she sat down on the bed next to you, legs crossed and leaning back against the headboard. You had just arrived home.

“It's stupid.” you sighed, looking away from her eyes.

“I promise you, it's not stupid, it's your feelings, and your feelings are valid” she said, voice unwavering before pulling you into her lap.

“I don't know, I just feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “What do you mean baby?” “I don't know, I just feel like something is going to happen, like something is going to happen and you’re going to realise that this was all a mistake and leave. You’re going to get sick of constantly being second guessed for no reason just because I’m messed up, because I don’t believe someone could actually love me this much. You’re going to get sick of me, and all my insecurities, ” she pulled your body into hers, your head finding a place in the crock of her neck, tears started to fall from your eyes, causing her neck to become wet.

“Y/N, baby, I love you so much, and I promise, there is not another shoe that will drop, we have been through so much together, we got through those 9 months together, we got through the trial together, and I promise we will get through whatever life throws at us together, forever, we will go through the highs and lows together. I love you so much, and I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else. I will never hurt you, I promise.” 

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OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS + canon sprinkles

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CAPTAIN BARNACLES

— mid 30s or late 30s

— has been the Captain for 15–20 years; became Captain around the age of 20

— the tallest and strongest of the crew

— Canadian; seen from his room decoration where he had a banner called ‘MV Manitoba’ and his sister Bianca and her cubs—Orson & Ursa—live in Northern Canada (Arctic region)

— sometime after he graduated Polar Scouts he got a position on a ship— MV Manitoba; it is very likely that he met Tweak on this ship

— adding: the ship, probably, crashed during a big storm, and he moved back to the Arctic to train Tracker; if you look closely, Barnacles tends to become more tense during storms

— blames himself if one of his crew gets hurt

— autistic? probably

— polar bears shed their fur, so he sheds a LOT since his location changes all the time (headcanons here)

— very fluffy when his winter coat is fully grown, looks smaller when it’s fully shed

— adding: everyone on the Octopod has had that first summer when they are just in shock because the Captain suddenly looks so much smaller, and especially Peso freaked out

— the crew’s Dad™; everyone on the crew (expect maybe prof. Inkling) sees him as a father figure (especially Peso and Dashi)

— everyone but Inkling has slipped up and called him dad by accident at least once

— sees Natquik as his father figure (gave him a father’s day present as a cub once and they both cried)

— speaking of father’s day, the crew gives him a father’s day present every year (as a thank you, of course, nothing else) (he cries when he gets into his room, he loves his kids crew)

— too self-sacrificing for his own good; has given Peso a heart attack multiple times /hj

— scolds Kwazii for being reckless but does pretty stupid sh*t himself (see above)

— likes mint chocolate and mint-flavored things in general

— loves hot chocolate

— favorite flavor of kelp cake is chocolate

— so basically this man likes chocolate a lot (just like me fr)

— secretly a huge cuddle bug; when he visits his family in the Arctic and stays the night or two, he cuddles with Bianca and the cubs

— sleeps with a picture of him and Bianca under his pillow to not feel too homesick

— keeps a picture of the crew on him at all times, usually on his Octo-Compass

— would be the best father the ocean has ever seen and no I don’t take criticism

— literally has Dad Lore™; when he’s old, he might just drop some random facts or some stuff that happened that no one knew very casually and shock everyone

— this is canon, but I’m putting it anyway: claustrophobic and has PTSD

— in need of therapy (canon) and a break (canon²)

— mr. “hurt? no I’m fine, just doing my job!”

— basically it’s like “are you okay?” “I’m fine” *as he’s literally bleeding out*

— book smart but also street smart, yet also a little stupid (affectionate) at the same time

— understands most modern lingo but loves using it incorrectly just to mess with the rest of the crew (Inkling joins him sometimes) .

— adding: jokingly said “me-me” once in a super serious tone and earned the wrath of the crew (except Inkling who didn’t see the problem and it caused a whole argument)

— LOVES cold and snow and ice; that being said, he deals with a hot climate, but not for very long

— great immune system, but if he gets sick, boy he is SICK (Peso will literally have to tie him to the bed because he refuses to rest)

— is severely injured a couple of times a year, typically due to selflessness

— overall very reluctant to seek medical help and attention because he’s fine what do you mean

— polar bears are the most carnivorous of the bear family, so he eats a lot of meat

— very careful when helping small creatures because he’s huge and doesn’t want to hurt them; constantly worried he’d crush them .

— stands with his claws facing backwards and kneels down when talking to creatures smaller than him (both canon) to make them feel less intimidated, which he learned in the Polar Scouts (Tracker does it too)

— doesn’t know how to handle being flirted with (if he even realizes it, which he probably doesn’t)

— Peso and him are Cold Weather Buddies™

— Tunip is his Emotional Support Vegimal™ (either doesn’t know or realize)

— has a great singing voice and definitely sings in the shower

— has the deepest voice of the crew and in the morning it sometimes scares them due to how deep it is all of a sudden (Kwazii once joked Barnacles was being possessed)

— gives the BEST (bear) hugs

— maybe on the ace spectrum (no I’m definitely not projocting what are you talking about /hj)

— doesn’t really share his backstory, & only shares some of his more fond memories of the Polar Scouts

— Natquik is the only one who has seen him lose his temper / have a full-on breakdown

— loves playing the accordion (canon); though unfortunately, has trouble playing it well (he’s doing his best—also am I the only one who likes it??)

— his other (canon) hobbies include writing in his Captain’s log, exercising, making shadow puppet shows, singing sea shanties, dancing to music with the Vegimals, building models and drawing

— an oceanographer and a map finder (canon)

— his Octo-Compass, while a small device, is multi-functional; it was a gift from Tweak

— has many embarrassing stories from his youth that he WON’T share and he forbids Bianca from telling anyone from his crew

— chubby; when someone’s truly muscular, they are going to be a bit chubby, and with the density of muscle mass Barnacles must have due to his level of strength, he’s going to obviously be a bit more chubby

— big as in “Big Beefy Polar Bear”

— has GIANT fluffy paws; sometimes, when the crew compares paw sizes with him they are just... smol (& also generally compared to him)

— listens to The Wellerman a lot

— possibly the highest pain tolerance out of the crew and Octo-Agents

— knows Russian because of Natquik

— a part of his brain is always awake, causing him to be alert at all times (kinda reminds me of Mad-Eye Moody’s CONSTANT VIGILANCE)

— canon, but sees Octopod as ‘home’ 🩵

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KWAZII

— late 20s (he’s referred to as Kwazii Kitten)

— sleeps with a slightly worn teddy bear that has an eye patch (it was a gift from Calico Jack)

— has ADHD and Dyslexia

— also has heterochromia, a green eye and a brown eye, and the green eye is covered

— cannot stay still, literally has to move or he feels like he’ll explode right then and there

— the most acrobatic of the crew

— probably gay or pan

— FTM trans 🏳‍⚧

— adding: bonds with Tweak and Tominnow

— likes dressing up in costumes, especially dresses because f*ck gender roles

— half-Caribbean (dad’s side)

— was abandoned / disowned by his family because he wasn’t the “traditional” kind of pirate and was instead kind and such

— like already said, is not like the rest of his family ; but does look up to his grandfather, Calico Jack, a role model of his

— sometimes gets sad that some creatures get scared of him since he’s a pirate but it’s part of his identity and he doesn’t want to throw it away either

— one of Barnacles’ closest friends and would die for him (as if Barnacles would let it happen, but hypothetically speaking)

— sees Tweak as a sister figure and will go to her if he needs a quick pat on the back (here)

— sees Peso as a brother and teases him but if someone so much as looks at Peso wrong? he’s getting out his sword

— even if he doesn’t always listen when given orders, he looks up to Barnacles (both figuratively and literally) and has a lot of respect for him, just like the entire crew

— unlike Barnacles, Kwazii’s like: “are you okay?” “no I’m literally f*cking dying” *as he’s perfectly fine*

— is in the Sick Bay a lot; usually because he did something stupid/reckless and got hurt

— great immune system but still manages to get sick easier than, for example, Barnacles

— an orange cat (iykyk)

— very cat-like and out of the crew he acts most like the animal he is

— he loafs; once in the HQ on top of Dashi’s workstation and she just pushed him off (he hissed at her, in a playful manner of course)

— has a bad habit of chewing on stuff and accidentally leaving his stuff everywhere

— sheds a bit too and used to let Barnacles borrow his shedding brush

— adding: eventually just got him his own as a gift because lord knows the Captain needs it (it’s definitely one of the ones that release the brushed fur in neat circles) .

— used to curse but due to Barnacles’ wishes he came up with variations (‘shiver me whiskers!’)

— starts singing sea shanties out of nowhere; pretty good singer, actually

— has a music box that plays sea shanties

— writes the pirate stories he has heard down into one, big book of pirate tales

— likes telling stories and sometimes holds a story-telling night with the Vegimals

— adding: sometimes Paani joins them

— speaking of Paani, they sometimes bake together; it’s... a bit of a disaster, though

— quotes Vines on a daily basis (with Dashi finishing some of them for him)

— has a gold earring with the Octopod engraved on the back (see here)

— loves storms, exploring, general excitement and swashbuckling

— watches Pirates of the Caribbean movies

— one of the first to know about Barnacles’ claustrophobia

— the prank master; every april’s fools day is just everyone mostly trying to avoid Kwazii

— adding: the only one who manages to succesfully prank Kwazii is Tweak

— hot-blooded and considered to be one of the bravest of the Octonauts, but does have arachnophobia and has a soft heart for cute small animals, especially the babies

— hates the cold and thinks Barnacles and Peso must have lost their minds whenever they’re enjoying the cold weather; it’s the Caribbean side of him talking

— speaks with a Cockney accent and a typical sea ferrying dialect

— adding: was slightly insecure about being a pirate, and so everyone started also saying “aye!” instead of yes to make him feel better (it worked) and then it just ✨stuck✨

— has retractable claws, sharp cat teeth and paw beans coloured yellow like his muzzle

— knows how to pick locks with his claws

— has scars! likes to call them battle scars; basically it’s like *gets a wound* “sick, a new scar :D”

— definitely has some sort of trauma

— plays the recorder, drums and bass guitar

— hobbies include collecting treasures in his room, playing with / chewing on yarn, taking catnaps, watering his catnip plant, practicing cat-fu, lifting weights, & knitting / crocheting scarves (sometimes with the Vegimals)

— has a hair-ball collection (which he hides)

— knows how to find secret passageways and how to identify them

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PESO

— early 30s (like, c’mon, he’s a doctor and went to medical school, be fr)

— maybe more like a paramedic; he gives medical care in an emergency

— also the newest recruit on the Octopod

— shortest, if we don’t count the Vegimals

— Chilean (a part of Antarctica belongs to Chile) .

— knows different languages other than English, like Spanish and a bit of Latin

— as already said, him and Barnacles are Cold Weather Buddies™

— loves cold and snow and ice

— cannot handle heat for a long time

— from a large family of penguins; he likes having that kind of family because they all look out for each other

— adding: though it’s possible that growing up in such a big family / around many other penguins he got compared to them quite a bit and/or never fully got to shine

— sometimes mixes up names and gets everyone confused, himself included

— has always tried to be a good example for his younger brother, Pinto

— has a little round stone that he hangs on to ‘just in case’ (some penguins give round stones to the other penguin that they want to mate with—adorable)

— speaking of rocks, he collects them religiously

— has anxiety, but manages it just fine

— was very dependent on others and always compared himself to his friends / the rest of the crew (mainly Barnacles and Kwazii) .

— adding: has become more confident in his skills and himself overall over time

— best friends with Shellington and Kwazii

— idolizes Barnacles, but also looks up to Kwazii because of his braveness (even if it’s mostly Kwazii being reckless than anything else)

— Barnacles is like a father figure to him .

— gets really worried when one of the crew (*cough* Barnacles, Kwazii, Shellington *cough*) end up in the Sick Bay

— very shy and gets easily scared by Kwazii’s spooky stories but is brave when needed

— adding: bravery isn’t not being scared, it’s doing what you need to while scared—which is exactly what Peso does (“courage isn’t the absence of fear, but rather acting in spite of it” and Peso is the epitome of that)

— loves playing the xylophone & is good at it

— great listener and an awesome comforter; also the crew’s unofficial therapist™

— definitely a good cuddler, I mean come on, look at him! he looks so soft

— would (aggressively) support you if you came out to him

— preens sometimes, just sort of fixing up his feathers and some (Kwazii) of the crew are like ‘why are you stabbing yourself??’

— adding: Shellington explains it every time and Peso tries not to laugh

— super fast swimmer (“I’m fast as f boiiii—”)

— flaps when he’s happy and sometimes does a little dance too

— often studies when he’s not busy; sometimes with Shellington

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SHELLINGTON

— early 30s (younger than Pearl), older than Peso

— also collects rocks (though not as much as Peso)

— is not only allergic to sea urchins (which is, of course, canon) but also certain mussels

— autistic; one of his stims (besides “jumpin’ jellyfish!”) is shaking his hands excitedly

— Scottish (yes I know otters don’t live there but idc, he and Pearl were born there end of discussion)

— probably pan

— awkward and clumsy but very sweet

— is in the Sick Bay a lot; usually because he accidentally hurt himself in the Lab

— owns a pop-up bed in his laboratory, which he barely uses

— adding: messed up sleep schedule pt.1

— sometimes sleeps with the Vegimals like stuffed animals (they don’t mind)

— has a little plushie he holds hands with at night just like otters hold hands in real life

— sleeps with a picture of him and Pearl under his pillow

— facetimes Pearl and Periwinkle every week or Pearl facetimes him

— gives Tweak anxiety when he’s driving a Gup because as we all know, he can’t drive

— fascinated by the way Kwazii drives Gups and is determinded to learn how to drive

— besides marine biology, he also has an interest in linguistics which would be how he learned to understand Vegimalese and other creatures even when they’re like muffling or have their mouths full (see this post)

— knows Latin (bro’s a scientist, c’mon)

— when he finally learned Vegimalese, he cried and almost squished the Vegimals

— has a preference for kelp cakes and clam sandwiches

— likes to top his kelp cakes with hot sauce; however, too much upsets his stomach

— adding: the rest of the crew looks at him like he’s a madman everytime he does that, but then brush it off as “he’s a scientist, he knows what he’s doing” he indeed does not

— favourite kelp cake is watermelon

— some of his talents include playing the harp and the piano, golfing, drawing, being humorous, crashing the Gups (it is a talent at this point) and identifying different creatures

— his hobbies include drinking tea, polishing his clam collection, playing Table Tennis and Miniature Golf, discovering / studying new creatures and journaling his studies

— Tunip calls him “Shellydo” and sometimes Tunip and the other Vegimals call him dad

— gets both a father’s day present AND a mother’s day present every year from the Vegimals; he cries every time

— when the Vegimals were still learning how to cook Shellington was the one who taught them, and also ate everything the Vegimals made even if it tasted absolutely terrible .

— best friends with Peso and Dashi

— watches nature documentaries with Dashi and comments on the sea creatures

— often studies with Peso about different creatures and how to help them

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DASHI

— mid 20s to late 20s

— Gen Z and uses that to her advantage; enjoys messing with Barnacles (“hey captain, yeet!” “what? what’s a ye—” *almost gets bonked by something Dashi threw if it wasn’t for his reflexes*)

— adding: has somehow taught some things to Shellington, and now whenever she wants to ask him something, she just goes “science side of tumblr [insert thing]” and he answers the question like it’s a tumblr post

— quotes Vines almost on a daily basis (with usually Kwazii joining her)

— IT officer, photographer, meteorologist

— technically the Captain of the Octo-Ray (?) (atm watching what I can of Above and Beyond so idk)

— Australian

— definitely not straight, probably bi

— when she gets excited her tail wags really fast and she gets embarrassed by it

— writes a journal, though currently it’s more like a scrapbook with a hundred pictures and stickers and drawings (and some comments from the rest of the crew <3)

— best friends with Shellington and Tweak

— has sleepovers and Girls’ Night Outs with Tweak every week

— usually tags with Shellington on missions because while he has the knowledge on the creatures, she takes pictures for them both; also because she gets along with him well

— was taught about cave diving by Ryla

— loves surfing because it reminds her of Australia and the time she lived there

— embraces her femininity with pride and enjoys traditionally feminine things (go girl!)

— sees Captain Barnacles as a father figure and looks up to him a lot (basically his daughter)

— makes photo albums for the others on birthdays or if they’re sad; the photo albums usually consist of all their favourite moments and adventures (she has a few pre-made albums for each Octonaut in case she’s too busy to make one) .

— did and still does her best to be a good role model to Koshi (older sister responsibilities)

— loves reading

— LOVES Barbie and has movie nights / marathons with Koshi or Tweak

— adding: cried when watching the Barbie movie and was never the same after

— if she sees a potentially great place to get a photo of something, she will become worse than Kwazii in recklessness to GET THERE to take the photo, no matter where or what it is and it stresses the f out of Barnacles

— can sometimes be almost as daredevilish as Kwazii (see above)

— once, when she was having a bad fight with Tweak, she accidentally barked, which caused them both to freeze and then Tweak to burst out laughing, and they forgot about the fight entirely; they still laugh about it

— knows a lot of gossip but doesn’t spill anything if she knows she shouldn’t

— has a great fashion sense

— when she was a little girl, she wanted to be a mermaid (same) and she even bought one of those mermaid tails once but lost it

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TWEAK

— late 20s to early 30s

— one of Barnacles’ oldest friends and was the first recruited Octonaut

— engineer and literally does not stop designing and building things

— MTF trans 🏳‍⚧

— either lesbian or aroace

— messed up sleep schedule pt.2

— when she’s pissed off or frustrated, she’ll tap her foot really quickly and repeatedly

— has a Southern accent

— best friends with Dashi and Sandy the Leatherback Sea Turtle

— sees Kwazii as a brother figure

— enjoys being a lil sh*t towards Kwazii; it’s a hobby at this point (he does it to her too)

— hobbies include playing badminton and video games (“Turtle Tactic”), reading video game manuals / guides, building things and designing new things to build

— Minecraft player and a redstone engineer

— grew up in the Everglades in Florida with her father Ranger Marsh, and as a result of that, she’s a tomboy (also bc she’s trans)

— growing up in the Everglades Tweak started building gadgets and gizmos, and then eventually joined the Manitoba crew where she met Barnacles

— adding: after the crashing of MV Manitoba she returned to Everglades, before Barnacles recruited her to the Octonauts crew

— can play the banjo; learnt from her dad

— favourite kelp cake is carrot (obviously)

— eats carrots to keep her teeth healthy (and out of habit she’s had since her childhood)

— is somewhat camera shy

— filled with anxiety when Shellington is behind the wheel of any of the Gups

— also filled with anxiety when Kwazii drives

— doesn’t exactly like it that those two keep crashing the Gups so she has to fix them all over again but at least she doesn’t get bored

— Dashi once showed her the Florida Man™ memes and she couldn’t stop laughing for five minutes; she sent one to her dad

— owns so many Lego sets

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PROFESSOR INKLING

— around mid 60s, idk he’s just pretty old

— Uncle Iroh™ of the crew; the Octonauts frequently go to him for advice (and tea)

— knows his library like the back of his, uh, tentacles?

— if he reads a book about how to do something, he can do it

— adding: can memorize basically anything that’s in a book

— founded the Octonauts and when he met Barnacles, Inkling asked him to become the Captain; Barnacles of course accepted

— doesn’t actually have a bed because he refuses to sleep on anything but his chair.

— canon, but a good, old friend of Min’s

— kind of like a grandfather figure to Kwazii

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TUNIP AND THE VEGIMALS

— they’re aliens. periodt.

— at first Shellington tried to let them back into the ocean but no matter what they kept on coming back so the crew just adopted them let them stay (based on this post)

— they (especially Barrot) used to be scared of Tweak because of her carrot-eating

— they have a song and a choreography for almost every situation (no one knows how)

— sometimes bury themselves in the ground of the garden pod for fun or sometimes even to sleep ; have scared various crew members half to death many times by doing this .

— are actually quite smart due to them growing up with the Octonauts aka the biggest nerds in the ocean™

— the other Vegimals turn to Tunip when they need any kind of support or advice

— Tunip, on the other hand, turns to either Shellington or Barnacles when in need

— Tunip also mimics Barnacles and really looks up to him (both figuratively and literally)

— was already said, but Tunip is Barnacles’ Emotional Support Vegimal™

— Shellington’s adopted kids (canon)

— Tominnow is MTF trans 🏳‍⚧ and looks up to Kwazii (and sometimes even mimics him)

— the Octopod is their Habitat™

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THE OCTOPOD

— everything is waterproof. everything

— the screens in the bedroom pods can be customized with different apps + functions; everyone has completely unique settings, & the ones in the hallway work the same, but have preset settings (headcanons here)

— any screen can be used to communicate, play games or music, as a camera, a mirror and a TV; and also sound the Octoalert

— the metal cover thingies that cover the glass of the pods during a storm work like convertible roofs, and anyone in one of the bedroom pods can put them down only on their side if they need / want privacy

— there are similar metal cover things that Tweak can pull down over her loft room or her workshop if she needs to

— the glass is indestructible and the entire ship weighs like a million tons

— Barnacles’ and Peso’s rooms are colder than the rest of the crew’s (for a homey feel)

— the steering wheel being a traditional wooden wheel was a present for Barnacles’ first birthday as Captain; from prof. Inkling

— has its own unofficial time zone that the crew follows just because of how much they move around and thus switch time zones .

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NOTE : WILL BE UPDATED WHEN I FIND / COME UP WITH NEW STUFF !

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[targaryenluvs]

So hello, I think I placed this request is someone else inbox and it’s so embarrassing. So I hope you're having a good day/night. I was wondering if you would consider the crows × teen! reader. Like the one you have done, because I love that. Maybe she has her first crush and everyone is reaching in their own way. I just really want to see kaz glaring and staring at the boy and is scared him so much. (Protective dad)

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this is shorter than most since i’m in a rush but enjoy!

Where'd All The Time Go?

kaz brekker x teen!reader, crows x teen!reader, oc x teen!reader

warnings: cursing, yelling, intimidation? (idk if that counts) kissing

You’d tried so hard to hide him.

Elias, or Eli as you called him was amazing. You’d meet him whilst shopping with Nina and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

He was the son of a Pub Owner, but he wanted to be more. His ambition matched yours, so did his personality. The two of you got to talking and ended up conversing for hours. To the point where Jesper had to run around and try to find you which lead to you lecturing him on the fact that you were sixteen and able to handle yourself at night.

On the way home you begged Jesper not to mention it to anyone except Wylan. Wylan would never tell a soul and Wylan would make sure Jesper never let it slip. You had wanted to tell Nina but she would tell Matthias and you weren't sure if he fully understood the concept of a secret relationship and Nina had a particularly loud personality.

So you snuck around, Eli also worked as a Barkeep and would sometimes pick up on information left out in the open by inebriated customers which he'd relay to you.

You were able to sneak him books, his father wanted him focused on running the bar one day but you knew it wasn't what he wanted out of life.

You'd spend the time you usually set aside for leisure time to spend helping Eli study. It was too risky to bring him into the Slat or the Crow Club since you knew you'd run into someone you knew who'd question you for his presence.

Eli's mother knew about the two of you and loved you a lot, you were well-mannered and educated as well as gorgeous. What's not to like? And you loved her too. She always had something to give you, a trinket, a book etc. One of the things you adored?

Her cooking. Gosh it was like being transported to heaven. She herself was half Zemeni and it was always nice to have someone appreciate your culture.

Sometimes you showed up just to talk to her.

When his parents were out and two of you had the place to yourselves you loved to cook together. It helped you imagine a future life together, peaceful and sweet.

But when his dad was in you'd sneak him into your place.

And you'd always been so careful, until today.

You had a few drinks at a local tavern, perhaps a bit more than a few but who was counting?

Eli had gotten himself a secret job at the biggest Library around with the only problem being that it was so close to Pekka Rollins turf. You knew if he found out about Eli he would be used to lure you.

Instead of scaling the walls to your bedroom you thought that walking right inside would be more fitting. "I'm so hungry E." You whined as Eli laughed, "I'll bake you something. Make you some eat."

You giggled, "What in the Saints are you on about?" Eli pushed open the door as he frowned, "Don't mock me, that is a very rude thing to do my love." As you walked in you felt at home, quickly you lead him upstairs as fast as possible, along with a few trips on the stairs.

But your swift escape was foiled when you ran right into Kaz.

"Y/n." He spoke in an angry tone, although anger wasn't new in Kaz's case. "Kaz." You replied in a low, mocking tone. "See now that's mocking babe." You laughed, but Eli wasn't.

"What's wrong?" He laughed drily, "Nothing, just the fact that he's staring at me like he's gonna skin me and maybe shoot me in the head to finish it off." That brought out a smirk from Kaz, "Would you suggest another way to ward off unseemly boys from trying to get with a girl too high above them in every way.

"Aww how nice of you to say so Kazzle. Come along E." You smiled but as you walked Kaz grabbed your wrist before swiftly pulling back.

"You can go upstairs but he cannot. Leave. Now."

"That's not fair! He's my guest and my boyfriend he can do as he please."

"Boyfriend?"

"I mean a friend who just so happens to be a boy. Goodnight!"

"Y/n."

"Yes she's my girlfriend and there's nothing you can do about it. She's a grown woman and not a little kid with a crush, I know who she is. She's not stupid and you know that. Y/n wouldn't risk getting into a relationship if she didn't know the person and if they weren't a good guy. I love her with everything I have. She always pushes me to be my best and half the things I've been to scared of doing she held my hand and led me through it. She taught me so much and I'm forever grateful. She's absolutely gorgeous, intelligent, articulate, well-spoken and overall an incredible woman and I'm forever grateful she chose to be with me and I will always treat her with the upmost respect because she deserves nothing less."

"And E is a good guy. He's sweet, and genuine. He always knows when I'm in a bad mood and he always knows how to cheer me up. He cooks for me when I can't be bothered. He reminds me to clean up, he knows everything about me and I him. No I haven't met his father yet but that's because he's an ass. His mothers an amazing woman and incredibly sweet to me and treats me like I'm her own. And not only is Eli an amazing guy but he's super pretty!" You exhaled and inhaled quickly.

Eli stood with his jaw dropped and eyes bulging. "I- Y/n." You sat down on the stairs with him as he sat next to you with his hands clasped with yours.

Kaz was stunned, and he hadn't been speechless in forever, his fast thinking and wit was one of the main reasons he survived.

Inej and Nina were standing with Kaz, a bit behind him.

"I think I'm going to cry, I wish Matthias would say something like that to me."

Inej smiled, she'd always known you'd attract suitors, you were nothing short of stunning. But the Barrel had no shortage of annoying, immature boys and she was thanking all her Saints you had seemed to find the best.

Kaz looked back at her, Oh how he wished he could say that, express all of his millions of thoughts and praise. But it was too hard, so he looked back at you to see Eli smiling whilst resting your forehead on his.

And so he relented, "Leave the door open halfway and if you try anything I will drag you through the streets attached to a wagon and then let the Crows have a go. It's been a while since we delivered a proper beating."

"Yes sir." Eli nodded, you were surprised his head didn't fall off with how quickly he nodded.

Kaz sat back down at his desk and opened his locked drawer, grabbing one of the old notes you use to leave him, it had a drawing of a flower, your favourite, a Black Dahlia. And he couldn't help but sigh.

Where'd all the time go?

#six of crows x reader #jesper fahey x reader #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa x reader #nina zenik x reader #wylan van eck x reader #shadow and bone x reader

[johnnycadeirl]

prolly never gunna finish lol!

The Outsiders (Johnny's perspective)

I am Johnny Cade, a 16 year old greaser. I live in Tulsa Oklahoma, and I have my entire life, I have 2 parents, a mom and a dad. Sometimes I wish I didn't have either and then maybe I could be at peace, I could probably live with my pals, too. Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry would probably take me in, or Two-Bit if they could. My friends understand the situation at my house, they've saved me from my folks a handful of times. Two-Bit especially, sometimes I feel like I’d be better off dead, my parents sure would like that.. They probably wouldn’t notice for a while anyway since I haven't been going home as often anymore, and when I do.. They either ignore me or beat on me. I usually sleep at the Curtis house, or I stay with Two-Bit from time to time, when I can’t stay with Two or Pony, I sleep in the lot. I’m sure I would have a place with Dally if he didn’t stay at Bucks all the time. He doesn't have the best relationship with his parents either. His dad couldn’t care less about his whereabouts, and state. And we never hear about his mother, or any relatives that he may be able to stay with. He digs okay, so does the rest of my gang. They’re the closest relationships I’ve had to family. I'm smaller, and younger compared to all of them, well.. Except for ponyboy, at least for the age part. Ponyboy is 14 and he has already lost both of his parents in a car accident. I feel absolutely terrible for their entire family, especially Darry.. He’s only 20 and he has to continue raising his 2 kid brothers, he doesn’t usually have issues with Sodapop, but him and Ponyboy have never really gotten along, which got worse after their parents died. It was rough on the rest of the gang too. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were great people, and they took care of those who didn't have great relationships with their parents.. Me and Dally especially- Dally and Mrs. Curtis were real close, I’m sure their passing was also very hard on him.. Of course, he would NEVER let anyone know that, especially anyone in the gang. He thinks emotions and stuff like that are wastes of time, and he had never done so much as cry in front of any of us. Of course we had seen him angry, he hates the world and almost everything in it. He doesn't seem to hate me though, I’ve never been to sure as to why.. But I love Dally a lot, I love the entire gang a lot. They’re all I’ve got in life, without the gang I have nothing, I AM nothing. I would probably be dead and gone if it weren't for them. Or I’d be in a different state, trying to start a new life, without my parents being there to bug me and hurt me. Maybe there wouldn’t be any “Greasers” or “Socs” there too.. Just people. Normal, plain old people.. Maybe I’d be able to go to church there too.. Me and Ponyboy used to go all the time, we invited Two-Bit, and the rest of the gang once, they caused a pretty dramatic scene.. So we never went again. Ponyboy always talks about living in the country, pretty far 'away from the city.. I don’t think I’d mind the “country life” too much, I’d just need to get used to it for a bit, especially since I’ve never been outside of our neighborhood. Maybe there I’d be considered less stupid. That’s all I’ve ever been called by teachers and my parents. I dunno, maybe I am stupid.. I can really get excited about learning if it’s something I find interesting. Ponyboy has mentioned a book before Gone with the Wind. Maybe in the country Ponyboy would be able to read it to me or something. Ponyboy likes books a lot,

#the outsiders #johnny cade #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis

[almostgigi]

"I Know The End"

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst everywhere, crying, yelling, unrequited love, light use of y/n, heartache. So fucking sorry!! Also Eddie throws some mean comments so, mean!Eddie but almost not.

Summary: Reader confesses to bestfriend!Eddie, but he stands there and, after a few seconds, he turns around and leaves. Poor reader’s heart is shattered and her only company are her sorrows. Seeing him again would be a challenge.

wc:2.9k

Eds and I were friends for a long time now. We met at school when I was just the new kid with big hopes and dreams and they seemed to go to hell on the second day there. A group of boys from the basketball team harassed me and made me cry, but it was ok, cause my hero came to rescue me.

“¡leave her alone you assholes! She’s a lady, ¿what the fuck are you doing treating a lady like this? That just speak of how little your dicks are, no men that deserves respect would do this” he had said. Somehow, he broke those guys egos and they left me alone forever. I haven’t heard a word from their mouths ever again. Not to me at least. They were afraid he would come at them if they did.

He was now my best friend, confined to love me for eternity and beyond, and so was I. We started hanging out, and then hanging out more until there was no time we spent separated. Nights talking, drinking, smoking. Evenings of coffee and cookies, mornings of jogging and laughing at how funny Eddie runs. Days after days where our trust in each other was stronger and our bond was even unbreakable. He knew my house, he met my dad, I knew his place and had met Wayne. There was nothing we didn’t tell each other; I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me. Well, everything except for one thing; my eternal and utter love for him.

There was a point in my life where I started to see him differently, I don’t know when that was because suddenly I realized most of the time I thought about him, or I would dream with him, maybe even pay more attention to his gestures. But I know exactly when was the exact moment I knew I was inevitably in love with Eddie.

We were in his trailer, I stayed the night. We already had dinner and were watching a movie in his couch, my legs resting on his lap, one of his hands caressing me every now and then. Some shitty horror movie was on but I was lost in my head. Suddenly I look at Eddie who was very invested in the movie, and I notice his lashes are longer than last time I saw them. He’s always been a fan of horror movies to the point where they made them laugh at some moment. And when he did I looked at his lips and I mentally slapped myself for even looking at something that shouldn't be important to me. But his smile was beautiful, and his laughter made his chest rise and fall quickly. His chest, I wanted to sleep in it, I knew it was the most comfortable and his heart rang in my ear when he did. And suddenly I imagine myself kissing him, it was only a second that flew in my mind, but it was enough to make me move in my place trying to get that thought out of my head, it wasn't right.

“everything ok sweetheart?” he asked.

“y-yes, I was just sleepy” I invent an excuse worth having thought of such a thing.

“oh, in that case, let’s go to bed. I’m sleepy too, I was just comfortable” he giggles and I die inside. He’s mesmerizing. “I’ll feed the cat and we’ll go to bed, alright?”.

“yeah, sure. I wanna say goodbye to Moonlight please” a stray cat we often fed and we decided to name after a few months.

“course honey. Here you go Moonlight, but first...” he picked the cat up in his arms. “mommy wants to say goodbye” his words went straight to my fast-beating heart. I kissed the kitty on the head and scratched behind his ears a little. Then he went to eat as Eddie puts him down. “now we’re done for today. I’ll close everything and you go put your pjs, alright?” I nodded and went to his room. Room we often shared when I stayed the night. We were already comfortable enough to sleep together, but that night was different. “you ready? It’s freezing cold outside, good thing I got the heater last week, although I’m warmer when you hold onto me” he lets a snort out and I wonder what he’s thinking about.

“you use me for my heating service” I say in a playful tone.

“oh darling, you wound me, I’ll never hurt you anyway possible” his arms wrap around me and the cold weather is left behind as we warm each other, our bodies intertwined, also our legs. “I’ll see you tomorrow baby, good night” his voice in a whisper.

“good night Eds”.

I realized I wanted common and simple life only if it was with him. Just him and I and out little Moonlight against the world. Pay the bills and make dinner, go to sleep under a million covers and hug forever in the bed. Wake up together jsut like we always do and kiss under the light of the kitchen when I’m making breakfast.

And I would of loved it if that night wasn’t only my awakening, but his too. It would have been a dream come true if he realized he actually loved as me more than just a best friend while our bodies were wrap together. But it didn’t, it was just a normal night for him. To me, it was my whole heart exploding into a million pieces like fireworks.

I can’t blame him for not feeling what I felt all this time, that would be just pathetic of me. Plus, I can’t really hate him even if I tried my very best. So I had gathered my guts and I’ve put them close to my mouth so I could say what I’ve been meaning to say for a long time. It was easy, right?

I love you.

I’ve been loving you for a real good time.

I love you with my soul.

Nope, it wasn’t easy. Just thinking about it makes me wanna throw up. There are many ways this could go.

1- He loved me too (I’m waiting is this one and this one only so we can be Mr. and Mrs. Munson someday)

2- He loves me like a friend and nothing more but eventually falls for me (I fell first but he felt harder)

3- He doesn’t love me and never will (I’ll probably go sleep on the highway)

4- He hates me and never wants to speak to me ever again.

¿See? Those are good options. Well, not good if he doesn’t love me back but at least they’re realistic. And as you can see, I didn’t say

5- He stays quiet with a blank stare and then leaves without saying a word like a fucking psycho.

Which, if you wanna guess, is exactly what he did. Maybe it was a reflex, or the best he thought at the moment, but he knows me like the palm of his hand and he knew that would hurt me.

This night was almost exactly like the night I realized I loved him. Him and I and a movie we didn’t know. Moonlight was already ours, so he was inside in his tiny bed. I did not think, that would have made it harder, I just said it.

“Eddie, I love you” I spit.

“I love you too, dummy” he thinks I tell him I love him like I normally would.

“No Eds... I love you” I say the mid word in a different tone so that he understands what love I meant. The hand that was holding my leg finally lets go and goes back to his lap. His eyes are astronomically big right there and then, he can’t believe it. What can I say? I’m good at hiding stuff. He stares a couple seconds more and then he just gets up, grabs his keys and leave. Leaves my house like millions of other times, but this one feels wrong. Feels like he’s never coming back through that door. Feels like a thousand cuts in my heart and he didn’t even say goodbye.

I curl up in bed and cry myself to sleep. Inside my head I keep reliving the moment he leaves me and I sob uncontrollably until I have no more tears left to cry and I try my best to rest.

“It’s been three days, rob, three fucking days. He’s never been away from me that long, he’s not going to be my friend anymore, that’s it” I was convinced he was gone and everything in between us both would stay forever unspoken, broken.

”Darling, you need to give him time, he’s a man, they can’t process information fast, look at dingus” one movement of her head leads me to look at Steve who’s moving some boxes around the house.

”Huh?” he says, he heard his name.

“See? Living proof” she jokes. We both laugh and keep helping him around.

”You moving out?” I ask given the thousand boxes he’s carrying.

“I wish, no. I’m just moving this to the garage. Some things I no longer need. I’ll take them to charity tomorrow morning” he leaves one on the floor and shows us some clothes and toys from when he was a little boy.

“Here, I’ll help you organize them” maybe that way would be more easy and fast.

“Go nuts baby” his smile is wide and I spend my evening with them, having a good time and forgetting about anything else.

Monday mornings were absolutely disgusting to me. I could barely drag my feet out of the bed and make coffee. School wasn’t any better, and without the best of my friends I can say it would be a shitty day.

“Maybe he has been thinking and came to the fact that he loves you but he’s waiting to tell you when you’re alone” Peter, one of my friends, says trying to cheer me up.

“Or he hates me for ruining our friendship and he’ll rather die struck by lightning than see me again” me being a pessimist was absolutely normal by now.

“Or there’s that too” I give Peter a dead stare. “What? You said it” I shake my head and keep eating.

By the time we had to leave I couldn’t find Eddie nowhere. He wasn’t at lunch in the cafeteria and he wasn’t in his respective classes. He wasn’t in the library either so I had only one place more to look. Old drama classroom where he and the guys would have hellfire reunions was close on my way out so I step aside and knocked. It seemed like nobody was in there but I could see the lights on. I stepped inside not even wanting to knock again. He was sitting in his throne observing the nothingness and thinking I assume.

“Sorry, I saw the lights and went in. Couldn’t find you anywhere” I explain to him, as he lifts his gaze to connect it with mine.

“Mhm” It’s the only thing he says. He doesn’t speak, just hums.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to talk you know?” I launch an attempt to touch on the subject.

“about?” he tries to avoid it, obviously.

“don’t play dumb, you know about what” I spit. No time for rodeos.

“It’s not a big deal, don’t bother” the way he talks, he’s never done it before.

“¿It’s not a big deal? ¡Of course it’s a big deal! I told you I love you for God’s sake ¿How is that not a big deal?” tears already threatening to come out of my eyes.

“I didn’t intend to hurt you” yeah sure.

“but you did, you stood there like a ghost and never said a word, which I can almost understand because you weren’t expecting it, but then you proceeded to avoid me for days when we always spend them together, that I can’t understand. I refuse to, actually” my stomach hurts, like a million butterflies dying.

“you know I hate awkward situations, I don’t know how to handle them. What did you expect, really?”

“I don’t know, but certainly not avoiding me, that’s not the answer to any problem” I raise my voice a little, a hot rage coming from me was palpable in the air.

“well I’m sorry if I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be. Apparently I’m some kind of imbecile since I can’t take correct decisions” he’s fully screaming at me now. I want to cry like a baby.

“you’re being idiotic Eddie, you’re missing the point. I came here to make things better, not to fight” I hold both my arms with my own hands to give me some kind of comfort.

“pretty fucking nice we’re treating each other, ¿don’t you think?” still loud, the vocabulary extends a little.

“we’re losing the thread of the conversation, please” I try my best to calm down as it’s not going well and I’m making him react the worst possible, and that makes me wanna cry even more.

“¿What do you want from me?” he’s tired, almost as if talking to me devastated him. Made him feel empty.

“¿From the bottom of my heart? For you to love me like I do. But I know I can’t force you to do it, so I want you to be clear, honest. I need to hear you at least, cause being away from you it’s killing me” the sweet sound of his voice was like caramel to my ears. I loved to hear him talk about his likings and everything he did say during the day. These past four-to-five days were torture. Not being able to hear him, his laugh or just him complaining about a song or movie he hates and had to see cause Wayne wanted to at dinner table.

“I just- I don’t feel like that y/n” and just like that my world fainted. I knew he probably didn’t like me back. But hearing him say it is actually really hurtful.

“Okay... Yeah, that’s what I needed. See? That wasn’t so bad” tears roll down on my face, from my cheeks to end in my lips, where I taste them, salty.

“it’s not okay, you’re hurt now, you’re hurt cause I don’t love you like a woman” his hands are in the air, every movement defining his uncomfortable behaviour.

“I lived before being unloved by you even as a friend, I’m not gonna die without your love” I state my point as a ‘I don’t care if you don’t love me back’ even when I do.

“so you don’t want us to be friends anymore?�� almost a question, almost an statement.

“that’s not what I said, c'mon”

“you said that if you didn’t have my friendly love you would live anyways”

“yes, but do you know how fucking much that would hurt? Eddie, I rather have you as a friend than not have you at all” my brows frowning as I plead with my eyes. I plead that he understands how much I love him as a friend first and then whatever this is. “I can live without being loved by you, but I can’t live without you in my life” I take his hands in mine, he flinches at first, then he let’s me take them. “you’ve been my person all this damn time, you’ve been there for me and we’ve been each other’s comfort. I can’t lose you. A world without you in it is a world I don’t wanna live in. A little heartache won’t kill me, I’ve been there before. Loosing you will, looking at you and not being able to talk to you. Seeing you from afar and thinking I can’t tell you to come watch a movie, to hear a new song with me. Walk through the forest with you or go to parties just to drink and dance then go for a burger and home like old people. Smoking together and sharing the most stupid thoughts, laughing so hard it hurts, but good. That would kill me” the sudden feeling of his hand on my cheek makes me go black instantly. Forgetting my love for him would be the hardest I’ll ever had to do. But it had to be done.

“I’ll eventually come back to you, I know. But I’m not ok, I never meant for this to happen and I feel responsible. Hope you can forgive me and give me the space I need, I’ll come back to you when I’m better, when I’m not feeling guilty or like I could break your heart even more for being close to you, with any gesture of mine” all of his insecurities about this were showing finally, and I felt like I broke the most pure thing I had in my life. I should of kept my mouth shut. He leaves again, this time I just know he ain’t coming back, cause I’m not gonna look for him like today. I interrupted his space to see him, that’s not gonna happen again. He prefers not to keep me, that’s okay, I’ll learn to live like this. Wish I wasn’t crying like I just lost my life.

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader

[ladylooch]

I feel like there is probably times when Mack and David go too far and it upsets one of them. Kind of like T and Em (example: you’re mine). But they’re just very passionate lovers so I think that’s part of it and they always work it out

This has to be Mack. I can’t imagine David going so far that he would hurt Mack’s feelings. Also, the way it would ruin everything for her and she would just get the ick from him after that. The timeline of this is before Mack and David get together.

In a fancy New York City steakhouse, a collection of current and former NHL players along with Lucie and Mackenzie Hischier sit along a rectangular table. Timo, Lio, Nico, Miles, Connor, and David are with the two women as they all catch up after several months scattered apart. Miles and Timo are in town for the Rangers and Devils mentors trips that are starting tomorrow. Nico is along for the ride, wanting to see his two girls after three months apart. Incredibly too long in his opinion. 

Mack and David are on opposite sides of the table, across from each other. He sits next to Miles and Connor while Mack sits between her father and uncle, it almost feels like she is being baby sat by them. The table discusses which bottle of wine they would like to order. Mack suggests an expensive one from Tuscany that she had on a travel trip last year. Everyone at the table loves their first few sips of her recommendation except David, who catches the waiter on his next stop and orders a whiskey on the rocks. Mack narrows her eyes then scoffs.

“I’ll try anything once.” He quips at her annoyance. 

“I’m sure you would.” She insinuates.

“Lots of things are fun once you try them, honey.” 

“Ohmygod.” Mack mutters under her breath. Nico takes another sip of the wine, passively observing the tense interaction with his daughter and his son-in-law’s teammate.

The group orders dinner, passing around several appetizers before the salads and main course. Mack and David’s little banter continues throughout the dinner. The rest of the table is amused by their insistent poking at each other. They are really funny and have great chemistry even in the midst of bickering. 

“So, Nico, who was the more difficult child for you growing up?” David asks as the entrees begin to come out.

“Ah, they were pretty different kids. Lucie was very oldest in her actions and personality.” He smiles over at her. Lucie beams back at him.

“Aka the favorite.” Mack chuckles.

“Hey, hey, hey. No favorites.” He insists to Mack. “You all were different. Still are.” 

“I’m the favorite in my family.” Lio jokes.

“No, it’s your sister and it’s not even close.” The whole table laughs, including Lio. 

“She’s too sweet. I never had a chance.” The waiter sets Mack’s dish in front of her as Nico continues.

“No, David, to go back to your question, growing up,  Lucie was very bold and animated. You always knew what Lucie was feeling by the look on her face.”

“Still true.” Connor snaps his finger and points at his wife. She shoves his shoulder teasingly.

“But Mack has always been quiet. Even when there is turmoil underneath, she has this cool, collected exterior. Unflappable like middle children tend to be. Her mom and I would find her out in the tree house alone in the middle of a family gathering because she wanted to be with the characters in her book more than us.”

“Maybe you guys sucked.” Mack shrugs her shoulders at her dad.

“So, Mack was a loner?” David enquires after thanking the staff for his meal of steak and mashed potatoes.

“She kept to herself.” Nico agrees.

“Except for when she was punching boys in the hallway and breaking their noses.” Lucie interjects, raising her eyebrows at her sister.

“If I could go back, I would punch Bobby in the face twice.” Mack snorts, picking up her wine glass.

“With that attitude, it’s hard to imagine why all your friends were busy tonight and couldn’t join us.” David smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Says the guy who couldn’t get anyone to show up for the mentor’s trip.” Mack snarks, swirling her wine around in her glass. Slowly, the smile on David’s face drops. He looks down at his steak, then picks up his fork.

“Touche, Mackncheese.” He responds quietly, almost drowned out by the noise of the restaurant. 

As the group begins to eat, Mack feels victorious for several minutes. She finally got him to stalk talking for once. David is much more subdued. He drinks his whiskey quietly and eats his steak without adding to the conversation anymore. Mack eats her salmon and asparagus in silent victory, smirking over at him every so often even though he refuses to meet her gaze. She finally one upped him. After finishing her meal, Mack excuses herself to go to the bathroom. The harsh pointed snaps of heels clacking on the tile follow her the whole way.

“Hey.” Lucie slams her palm into the door as she follows Mack into the bathroom. “You crossed a line.”

"I did!?” Mack stutters back, surprised. “I said the same thing he said to me.”

“No. You didn’t because David has a complicated relationship with his family. He doesn’t have a mentor here because they fucking suck. Not because of him. We are so lucky to have mama and daddy, who show up the moment we need them and many times before that. David doesn’t have that and it was shitty of you to point that out in front of all those people.” Lucie points her finger at Mack’s face. Her cheeks are flaming red, jaw set with tension while her nostrils flare. Mack’s gaze drops to the wallpaper behind Lucie’s head.

“Do you know that he asked every single one of his older siblings to come here and support him, and they all found better things to do then show up for him? Even though he bank rolls all their random shit, and bailed his brother out of jail then put him into treatment four times, unsuccessfully? Or how about his older sister who blames David for their dad dying in that field because he had the nerve to live his dream of playing professional hockey. Or how about the brother who almost got David arrested for shooting some guy in the foot with David’s gun at a bar, then tried to pin it on David? Or! Oh! Maybe the one that was scheduled to come on this trip who bailed literally last night because he just didn’t feel like driving the two hours to go to the airport. Wow, what great options for him.” Mack stares at Lucie in shock.

“I didn’t know…” Mack trails off.

“Sure, but I hope you know what you should do next.” Lucie snaps, then whirls on her black heels and strides from the bathroom.

Mack stands there watching the door close. Shit. She slowly walks into a stall. As she is washing her hands, she looks at her glum expression in the mirror. She feels horrible about what she said. No she didn’t know, but she was trying to dig into him intentionally. Mack dries her hands with a white towel, then tosses it into the dirty laundry basket. While returning to the table, her eyes find David. He is smiling politely at a story Nico is telling. As she gets closer, his eyes trail off Nico to her. She bites her lip, then deflates a bit.

“I’m sorry.” She mouths. David’s eyes go to Lucie who refuses to look at him. Then back to Mack. He shrugs at her, like it is what it is.

The rest of dinner, it is Mack’s turn to be quiet and reserved. She knows she owes him more of an apology than that and takes the opportunity as they are all waiting for their jackets at coat check. 

“Hey.” She calls to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I know.” He nods, looking directly into her eyes.

“I wouldn’t of said that. I’m not that mean.” Mack tries for a chuckle, but it comes out like a desperate sigh.

“You’re not mean at all, Mack. But you sure put up a hell of a front to the world.” He grabs her coat from the attendant before Mack can. He holds it open behind her so she can slip right into it. She works the buttons of the peacoat closed then turns to face him. He is so close. She was to slant her head almost completely back to look at his face.

“We good?” He asks her, the ever-present smirk twisting his lips up on one side. 

“Mhm.” She nods. His eyes scan her face, then he reaches out for a piece of lint on her shoulder. He picks it off, then flicks it off his fingers. 

“You look very beautiful tonight.” He whispers so only she can hear. Mack’s heart stops in her chest. For the first time ever, she sees David as a man. An extremely attractive, kind, witty, smart man, who is looking at her like she is his second dessert. “But that is nothing new. You’re always the most beautiful woman in the room. Wherever you are.” Her lips part in a quiet gasp as he steps closer. His lips brush along her cheek in a graze of a kiss. Mack shivers at his boldness. “Have a good night, Mackncheese.” Mack closes her eyes as the wind of him walking out the door makes her unsteady. She bumps back into her dad, who stabilizes her.

“Sorry.” Mack mumbles to him.

“You okay, sweets?” Nico asks.

“Yeah, just too much wine.” Mack says. 

It has to be the wine. Because it can’t possibly be that she just felt something other than contempt for David Carlson.

#mackdavid AU

[moreespressoformydepresso]

What are your honest thoughts on all Descendants boys? From both books and movies?

Oehh that’s a good question! I’ll base most of this off of the movies because I remember them more clearly. Sorry this is so late, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Let’s see:

Ben: cutie, golden retriever energy, needs to grow a bit more of a spine but as a recovering doormat I vibe with him.

He’s got a good heart, and he’s definitely going places, but I have no idea who decided a 16-year-old should be king. Hilariously, he’s a better king than his dad because he cares about all of his people, not just the “heroes”. But still, he’s 16, let him have his dumbass teenage years. He’s still in his phase of wanting to please everyone and that isn’t gonna lead to the best decision making. You’re king, Ben, you can overrule your girlfriend’s selfish idiotic plan of closing the barrier. Just tell her “the barrier was opened for you to come through too. If those kids aren’t worth the risk, does that mean you aren’t either? Should we throw you back?!” And she’s change her tune real fast. You gotta give some tough love sometimes.

Jay: cool, I wanna know his gym routine, pretty funny but rash, needs Carlos to temper his brand of crazy (love their bromance).

I love the narrative parallels to the movie Aladdin. Jafar thought himself so far above a street rat and now he’s raised his son to be one so he can continue being a con-man. In the movies, Jay is actually a very accurate representation of your upbringing shaping you into who you are. All Jay knows is stealing, he’s never been taught to pay if he doesn’t have to, so to him stealing’s perfectly fine. It’s normal. It’s a lot more subtle than the whole “who doesn’t like being evil” bit, but the core idea is the same: when all you’ve ever known is one perspective, that’s gonna feel like the objective truth because you’ve never had a chance to try a different one.

Carlos De Vil: Best (movie) Boy, my baby, I love him. What a little nerd (affectionate).

He’s a big part of why I willfully ignore the absolute stupidity that is the third movie’s ending. I’m sorry Mal, wtf is wrong with you??? You set your supposed friend’s abuser free for nothing but some empty platitudes and dare suggest you’ve become an empathetic person?!?! In the books, we get a lot more insight into just how horrible of a mother Cruella is, but even in the movies we see he’s had it bad because of how jumpy and nervous he is. Disney is still Disney so we don’t get much of the healing process, but we see how he calms down and adjusts to a normal life over the course of the movies when he’s out of the bad situation, which is pretty good by Disney standards. Cameron Boyce did an amazing job playing him (R.I.P Cameron) and seeing an abuse victim get comfortable within their own skin and getting the happy ending they deserve is always fun.

Harry Hook: Insane (affectionate), most fashionable drama queen ever, absolutely crazy, more than a few screws loose but in the best way possible, he’s hilarious.

So on the surface, Harry’s pretty simple. A dude who’s lost his marbles and flirts with everyone. He probably has some kind of moral compass, since he didn’t rip Mal’s throat out with his hook when she revealed her little stunt in D3, but it fell overboard at some point and couldn’t be found so nobody knows what it is except Harry himself. Also, he has his sane moments, like during that same confrontation in D3 I mentioned before where he says “And you, King Benny... you're probably gonna throw us all back inside.” It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound… not like Harry. It’s sombre and defeated, a little disappointed maybe? Either way it’s really good acting and it implies he can act completely “normal” but he just chooses not to, which makes me like him even more. He’s just a dude living his best life despite the circumstances he was born into.

Gil: adorable, hilarious, kinda clueless but in a good way.

I love characters that have no idea what’s going on half the time but are absolute sweethearts trying their best. He’s like- the opposite of his dad in every way and I’m living for it!

Gaston Jr and Gaston the third: I don’t have much to say on them, let alone separately, so they get a section together.

Honestly? I don’t remember having an opinion of them. They made Evie happy by wresting, which is cool so they get points for that. Seem like they’re trying to out-gentleman each other to win Evie’s heart and since they’re not being creepy assholes about it they are objectively better than their dad. Very much brawl over brains, the two of them, with their constant wrestling reminding me of Carlos and Jay except they’re both the muscle. Kinda cute sibling relationship, even if it’s in a VK-typical villain-flavored way.

Anthony Tremaine: squeeeee, my type is pretty boys who sigh in annoyance at everything, I guess? We only get scraps but I happily cradle them to my chest.

Uhmmm so Anthony’s personality is mostly up for imagination? The only canon information we have is that he’s most likely Anastasia’s only kid (someone on Tumblr pointed out that, in the scene with the wicked step-daughters, he’s referred to only as their cousin, not their brother) and he’s very bored with his cousins’ antics. Given A Twist In Time the potential drama is endless. Every time Anthony’s mentioned we’re reminded he’s pretty and has good style, and I love that for him. Dude lives on an isle of junk and still looks like a supermodel. Lots of room for my own ideas while still remaining within the realm of “could be canon” with just enough base in there that I’m not just creating an OC, and as a writer and artist that’s all I need tbh.

Hadie: cute, deserves better, I need more of him and Mal bonding

Mal’s half-brother, son of Hades, very cool. I like that he’s trying to turn good and having a hard time, because that’s very realistic for someone who grew up not knowing anything other than evil. Descendants 2 tried to tackle it with Mal, but failed miserably. We know Hades sucks as a parent in descendants (neglect is abuse) so that’s not gonna help him.

Dough: Awww he’s so cute with Evie 🥺

No really that’s it. He’s a nerd that gets the girl, has some very funny moments, but honestly most of his character is centered around Evie? And they’re cute together it’s not a bad thing but there isn’t much to analyze. He’s understandably pissed about someone like Chad getting all the girls while using them, but that’s also only ever seen in relation to Evie.

Chad Charming: what a bitch (derogatory), total coward, I hate him but he’s funny.

So I have no issue with characters who conduct themselves terribly (I love Audrey, (fanon) Anthony, Uma, and many others from many fandoms) if, and that’s a massive IF, they have a good reason for it. And I’ll count “because I can and I want to” as a good reason, because by that point you have someone who’s mean and owns it. I can appreciate the self-awareness and usually those characters are very extra so it’s entertaining. If not that, there needs to be a reason they are the way they are. Audrey has the pressure from her grandmother (and the borderline verbal abuse), Uma has the very real grievance of living in squalor on a run-down island full of the worst of humanity because she was born, what does Chad have? He’s spoiled. A spoiled brat. And he goes from that to an overtly whimpering coward with none of the pretense of superiority in any field. His one saving grace is that he’s a massive joke.

Diego De Vil, Clay Clayton, Gonzo, Jace and Harry Badun, Herkie, Aziz, Jonas, Lefou Deux, Li Shang Jr, everyone else I missed: no opinion, because they’re not relevant enough for the writers to give them a personality.

I have nothing I’m sorry. I barely remember reading their names and I don’t remember anything from the scenes they’re (mentioned) in to get an idea of what to talk about here.

That was… a lot lmao

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants anthony #descendants jay #carlos de vil #descendants carlos #descendants ben #descendants chad #chad charming #descendants gil #gil descendants #harry hook #descendants harry hook #hadie descendants #gaston jr #gaston the third #anthony tremaine #character analysis #?? i guess

[tmntxthings]

Haiiii! I was just wondering if you could do rise!turtles x gn!reader who has trouble eating? Like they don’t have an eating disorder, their body just doesn’t like to have food in it and makes them feel sick, so they take medicine to help them eat? Maybe it’s how the boys react to finding this out?

Food Issues

author’s note: lovely anon thank you for requesting and sorry for the wait <3 hopefully this is what you were thinking of c: this one hit a little close to my heart

warnings: eating issues, fluff, angst, comfort, unedited

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Raphael

Raph had kicked everyone out of the lair that night (except for dad ofc) because tonight was date night and Raph had been cooking up an idea, quite literally cooking hehe, he was fixing you an absolute bangin’ meal (and no it’s not pizza!)

He had searched up a whole bunch of date night menus and settled for something on the easier side since he wasn’t super confident in his cutlery skills. Chicken Alfredo pasta was on the menu tonight at the lair and it was finally done! Raph set the table, poured some soda in glasses and also took out some water too (options!)

Raph couldn’t stop his smile as he heard you call out, “Raph?” He looked back at the set table, he had chosen to sit the two of you closer together rather than across the table like the movies. Plates full of pasta! It all looked perfect, “Hey! I’m coming,” he said as he went to you

You were beautiful everyday but today in particular Raph noticed how much effort you had put into yourself for date night, you smiled warmly at him, your hair looked so soft, as it framed your face, you were glowing in a stunning outfit and Raph pulled you in for a hug, happy to see you

“You’re taking my breath away,” Raph said twirling you in a circle as he hugged you tight, you blushed “you do the same!” You said as you hugged him back just as tightly, “so date night?” you asked as he set you back on your feet

“Yes! I’ve got a bunch of stuff prepared,” Raph beamed as he took your hand and led you to the table, “I made us a meal first, then we can do whatever you want! I’ve got movies or games, or anything else you can think of!” he was so excited as he pulled out your chair for you, “thank you” you smiled as he sat down next to you

“Wow Raph! This looks amazing!” And it really did, your heart panged knowing you wouldn’t be able to eat all of this. Much less it would probably be a couple of bites since you hadn’t even thought to take your medicine today, you were in such a rush once you looked at how little time you had left after getting dressed and doing you hair, you’d spent about 2 hours in the shower!

Raph smiled at your compliment and started to dig in, he hoped it tasted as good as it looked and to him nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he felt relief he really didn’t want to mess up date night, the conversation flowed as Raph ate, and you pushed the food around with your fork, taking occasional bites hoping Raph wouldn’t notice

But since Raph had cooked this meal he was very much aware that you weren’t eating, “is it not good?” he sighed putting his fork down, he had cleaned his plate and you still had more than half of the portion of pasta he had put on your plate, “oh no Raph, that’s not it at all, your pasta is really good,” you tried reassuring him but he didn’t believe you, even as you forced another bite down

“I’m sorry I just, I’m not hungry… I didn’t take my meds before I left,” you admitted to him and now he looked a little concerned, “what do you mean Y/n?” You put the fork down and turned to him, “I don’t really eat much, so when I do I need to take this medicine or else I get really sick” and as soon as you said the word a wave of nausea rolled through you. You shot up to your feet, “Raph” desperation in your eyes, “I’ll be right back, I’m really sorry”

You held your hand to your mouth as you booked it to the nearest bathroom, almost not making it as you gagged into your hand, then slumping down to your knees as you held the toilet bowl and puked the few bites of alfredo you had eaten, tears streaming down your face, you had totally ruined date night and hurt Raph’s feelings on top of that!

You heard a soft knock on the door before Raph entered the bathroom and another onslaught of puking came up, he held your hair back and rubbed circles on your back, trying to soothe you, “Y/n you could’ve told me, I wouldn’t have felt bad! Especially now since the consequence is you hurting,” the both of you stayed in the bathroom for a while, until the puking finally subsided and you were trembling with dried tear stains down you cheeks

“I’m sorry,” you said after you had rinsed your mouth out with water and brushed your teeth (yes you had a spare toothbrush at the lair) “Nothing to apologize for Y/n, I just want you feeling better,” Raph hadn’t known anything about your eating issues and once you had told him, all those other times of hanging out and you rarely eating clicked, it seemed so obvious now

“Do you wanna go lay on the couch and watch movies?” he asked, holding your hand and smiling softly down at you, “I’d love that,” you nodded and the two of you cuddled up watching Lou Jitsu

Leonardo

“Say what?” Leo asked, needing a repeat of all of what you had just said, you groaned of course he’d make you repeat everything, “I’m not feeling so good today, but it’s not a big deal you don’t need to come and check on me,” you said into the phone. It was silent, “hmmm I think I shall come over, to help in your hour of need!”

“Leo, did you not just hear me?! I said-“ Leo cut you off and you groaned inwardly, “yes yes I know, but wouldn’t you feel way better way faster if your boyfriend was there taking care of you?” He didn’t know why he had to spell this out to you, he was coming and that was final! Of course he’d be there even if it was some crazy bad sickness

“Okay you stubborn blue turtle!” You quipped not even knowing why you dared try to stop him in the first place, once he got an idea, Leo was a force to be reckoned with, an unstoppable train wreck, “do you want me to bring anything in particular? what exactly is wrong?” his voice went serious towards the end, “it’s just my stomach,” you tried to sound light but Leo replied, “isn’t the stomach like a second brain or something?!” he wondered how much truth you were telling him and if he should be more worried

“I’ll be there soon,” Leo said in a hurry and promptly hung up. You fell back in your bed, you had been spewing up your guts all morning and when Leo had called wanting to go out and do something you had to say no, to which he whined and demanded for a good reason as to why, to which well it was already stated previously… thankfully the nausea had passed but your stomach was cramping and you knew you were dehydrated

“This is the worst,” you said feeling emotional as tears welled up in your eyes, sometimes you wished life was simpler, that you could eat whatever you wanted without consequences and didn’t have to constantly think about when your next refill of medicine would be ready, you blew out a breath telling yourself not to cry, it would be your luck that Leo would burst through the door the second the tears started falling

“Alright I’ve got Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu, what do ya wanna watch first?” It was crazy how you just knew he would barge in as soon as you had thought of the blue devil, you smiled as you sat up on your elbows looking at him, arms full of movies. “You pick,” and so he had Jupiter Jim Saves the Galaxy 4 in and running in no time

He got into bed with you, lying back on his shell as his arms went back, one behind his head, and the other pulling you in close. You followed suit snuggling into his side and making his heart melt into goo. When the first movie ended, neither of you got up when the credits started rolling and Leo asked, “do you know why your stomach hurts?”

He was peering down at you and you were looking up at him through your lashes, “yes..” you said softly when you didn’t continue Leo waited, “i ate something awhile ago and it didn’t agree with me, but I’m used to it” you sighed

He patted your tummy gently, “that sucks” and he looked so sad while saying it but you stifled a laugh, his word choice was always so straightforward, “yeah it really does” still trying to keep it together, you shook your head at him before sliding out of bed

“What I meant to say was..” Leo said watching you go to the tv, but you waved your hand telling him it was alright, “I know what you meant,” you gave him a smile then turned back to the movie selection.

“Alright you had your movie now my turn but I’ll be nice and let you choose out of my two options,” Leo smirked waiting for his two choices, though if he was a betting turtle… “let me guess,” he said as you simultaneously said “twilight.” Leo threw up his hands he had just known that was your first pick. Then you continued on your own “or sonic the hedgehog?” Leo thought for a split second “too easy, BLUE DEVIL!”

Donatello

Donnie knew something was up with you, because it just didn’t seem possible to him that you had only eaten one meal together in the entire span of your relationship which was 6 months 21 days 7 hours and 8 seconds.. 9.. 10 well you get the point, the two of you were going strong. But only a one, singular time you ate?

Yes, according to his calculations he should’ve seen you eat something 3 out of the 6 months at least, this seemed to be a big staple in relationships, well the internet said so. Donnie spun around in his chair thinking a mile a minute. He wondered if perhaps you could be embarrassed to eat in front of him, that seemed to be legit because a lot of people anonymously confided to that on the wide web.

But Donatello had continued to do research on this because first of all he didn’t like having only one option, six more and he’d start feeling like he was getting somewhere, by the third he came across illnesses or more along the line of stomach issues, he frowned why did he have a sinking feeling… maybe it was just the thought of thinking that this could possibly be true and that made Donnie sad

Yeah that was it, just the possibility because surely…hopefully you didn’t suffer from this, he wouldn’t wish it on anyone, and for you, he winced now he needed to know the remedies, just in case of a worse case scenario. Donnie stopped spinning, and continued researching.

“Y/n?” Donnie said quietly into his phone, “Heyy Dee, I just finished up some studying and was about to head over!” Well he could wait til you got here, it was probably a conversation better in person. “Okay sounds great,” though to you Donnie sounded far off, like he hadn’t really heard what you said

“You okay Donnie?” and he blinked, gripping the phone tighter, “just contemplating some things,” he managed to say, he predicted that he was gonna have to spill over the phone rather than what he wanted to do, wait for your arrival to go down on his knees and ask a million questions and then comfort you with a million solutions

“Contemplating what?” You became very serious because you had a feeling something was wrong, “what’s going on Donnie?” the seconds of silence broke as Donnie sighed into the phone, “Y/n, I’d much rather have this conversation in person but I think I’ve made the situation seem a lot more dire than it really should be”

You listened intently, as Donnie kept going, he was on a roll, in a monologue, “I was doing some research on what couples usually do together and a lot of that had to deal with eating and it made me realize you don’t eat in front of me and then I continued to research as to why some people don’t eat in front of others,”

He took a deep breath and continued, “among many other options one stuck out to me, stomach issues in lament terms, and I think this is the reason why but I want to be wrong, I want you to tell me I’m wrong but even if I’m right I want you to know that they have solutions out there and you don’t have go through this alone!”

The line went quiet as Donnie calmed himself, and went back to steady breathing, “…Y/n?” He winced wondering if he had just metaphorically dived head first off the London bridge. “I’m still here, you just amaze me sometimes” you said warmly now that you had caught up to speed with what was eating at Donnie’s mind. “You’re right, I do have said issues and I already have medicine that helps, it still hurts at times though,”

Donnie smiled in relief no jumping off of bridges, “we can talk about it more when you get here and hopefully with the help of science we can figure out a better solution than the medicine you’re taking,” you smiled tears in your eyes, of course he would do everything in his power to help you the second he found out.

Michelangelo

“Alright!!! Pizza’s here” Mikey hollered but it wasn’t needed because everyone was already waiting at the table. “About time!” Raph complained as he eyed the boxes Mikey was carrying hungrily. “It was a new delivery person, they kept walking back and forth past the alleyway,” Mikey laughed as he placed the boxes on the center of the table.

Everyone was immediately reaching for the first box, opening it up and letting the aroma waft through the lair. “Smells so good,” Mikey’s mouth watered. Grabbing two slices, one for him, one for you before heading further down the table at where you sat.

“Gotcha a slice!” Mikey smiled as he handed you the plate. “Thanks Mikey, though I’m not really hungry” you smiled back at him, he was so kind you thought, always thinking of others.

“But you’ve been at the lair all day today!” Mikey said confused on how you weren’t absolutely starving like he was, like Raph was, like all of them were. You shrugged wanting to move past the topic, you hadn’t thought Mikey would think anything of it because it was your usual excuse!

“When did you last eat?” Mikey asked after swallowing a bite of pizza. He was looking at you with worried eyes. “I had something yesterday..” you admitted softly and by something you drank some water and managed to get down a granola bar.

Mikey was frowning, “don’t humans have to eat three times a day?” and you nodded, he finished off his pizza and thought, “do you not like pizza???” It hurt his heart to say, he couldn’t believe that they had someone out there who didn’t like pizza it was just too good, but maybe that’s why you never ate at the lair, the menu here was mostly different varieties of pizza.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” you said “I just don’t have the appetite for really anything” you sighed to yourself. You guessed there was no point in lying, Mikey would’ve found out eventually the more the two of you hung out. “That can’t be good!” Mikey’s heart was hurting in a different way now, he couldn’t imagine not ever being hungry

“I get hungry sometimes” you tried to explain, “I just feel awful afterwards and it usually comes right back up..” it was pretty gross to talk about especially at the table with food around, but Mikey listened intently with sad eyes, “is there anything I can do?” he asked wanting to help if possible

Gosh he was so sweet, you smiled, “I can go back to my place and take some medicine that usually helps” Mikey stood wanting to come along, “I’ll go too! I’m pretty sure we’ll need more pizza anyways”

The two of you looked down the table to see four empty boxes, the only slice that had survived was sitting on your plate! You giggled the turtles sure had been hungry, “Yeah” you agreed, “and this time I’ll pay because I wanna get my favorite!”

“You have a favorite pizza?!” Mikey exclaimed, “well yeah when I do get a little peckish I’ll buy a supreme pizza with stuffed crust,” Mikey was licking his lips, “sounds delicious!” and so the two of you left the lair, talking about other favorite foods, Mikey was making a list in his mind, that way he’d always have a least something at the lair you would want to eat

#rise tmnt headcanons #rise turtles #rise leonardo #rise raphael #rise donatello #rise michelangelo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fandom #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle bros #mikey #donnatello #michelangelo #raph #leonardo #tmnt 2018 #tmnt donnie #leonardo hamato #leo #donnie #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x reader

[jenyifer]

Found Family

So had a conversation with @burnsuncomet about found family and how that effects the main 3 boys in Only Friends. I am going to warn you up front this is based on my own queer Journey and those I’ve seen. Everyone has a different experience so I might be talking out my ass.

Mew has a different found relationship to Boston and Ray because they were raised in a lgbtqia household. My ex was lucky enough to grow up as the youngest child by a lot in an extremely accepting family her older brother transitioned and her family was there for him every step of the way. My ex’s family attends prides and events proudly they always have. She is aware of found family but to her it doesn’t mean much. She finds it boring… why focus on that? Mew has the same problem. When you are loved so much by your family there is no reason to have a deep relationship with your found family. It doesn’t mean the same. Mew liked the idea of having a found family that’s why we see his photo of the group in his home and all of his fantasy books which often have non romantic groups of people coming together for a goal. Mew idealizes a family but it just doesn’t mean as much to him. He’s never had to rely on it solely. We see him half heartedly trying to keep the group together. Ultimately his found family wasn’t as important as his relationship with Top.

Meanwhile Ray and especially Boston needed a found family. Ray because his dad neglected him after his mother passed away and didn’t care about his queer label. Boston because his parents divorced and he has to be in the closet towards his parents. Boston keeps a photo of Mew, Ray, and Cheum in his bedroom because they mean so much to him. Boston and Ray have such a close relationship because they need eachother but unfortunately they can’t fully understand one another thanks to both of their separate mental issues. But they try. That’s why we see Ray being conflicted over kicking Boston to the curb he knows what Boston looks like when he’s hurt. Boston has been there for Ray in the past in some capacity. Boston kept trying to keep his facade up being a loyal dog for his friends because their bond was so important to him. He talked to Atom in the first place for Cheum. He had talked to him many times because Cheum is his family. We also see Ray suffering because Cheum says she isn’t willing to put up with Ray’s selfishness. He’s in pain because he’s realizing in that moment his actions have ripped apart his found family forever.

To me found family is so much more than friends or my actual family. My actual family can never accept me. I watch their kids and when I suggest maybe a tutor for a kid or activities to try with them I hear “how dare you talk about my kids you will never be a mother. You are going to hell.” And then I have to except the apology those people are my family. With my found family they let me make mistakes. I have internalized queerphobia and I have to keep learning. My found family support me challenge me genuinely care for me even though we aren’t blood. When I compare my experience to my ex I can see I tend to reach out to fellow queer individuals 1v1 trying to understand them. While she is willing to go out to pride and do events charities. Community on a large scale. Unafraid. We need that too. But it does mean we view friendships very differently like MewBostonRay.

I’m sure Boston will take the opportunity to return to his found family given the chance. He misses them. He loved being able to be himself with them. I think he underestimated what it would take to destroy his found family. He is so confident in himself Boston thought he’d be able to ride the storm and Mew and Ray would value him the same way he valued them. While that’s been proven to be untrue Boston still loves them even though he’s now aware the only one who cares for him is nick. Even though I feel like he shouldn’t forgive them I understand his need to have his friends back in his life before he leaves. They are still his family even if it’s one way. At some point they were all he had and the only time he could be himself. Ray also is recovering from his alcoholism and has to come to the conclusion is problems lie within himself and he’s the one who has to change. He may miss Mew and Boston but he’s recovering so I doubt he can look beyond himself but when he does I think he’ll ache for his found family again. A relationship is just not enough. It’s wonderful but having someone who understands you at your side while you struggle with your own family or relationship is something people like Ray needs.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #only friends meta #ofts meta #only friends boston #only friends ray #only friends mew #ofts Boston #ray pakorn #mew witsarut #ofts ray #ofts mew #jenny’s rambling

[xxshadowbabexx]

Howdy I wanted to say hi! And ask for your head cannons on Elizabeth and Sammy.

I’d like to preface this by saying I do prefer the games to the book, so my headcanons are more based off of game versions than book versions. 

Alright if I’m honest, I don’t have a bunch of opinions on Sammy, but I do Elizabeth So I’ll start with her. 

As Circus Baby, I consider her to be one of (if not the) most cruel animatronic. In the Sister Location, we see her manipulate Eggs by playing the “hero” and gaining his trust while intending to hurt/kill him in the end. 

I think she still has some moral compass but it’s a very complex one. After her death I think she no longer thinks of Adults as humane beings, and really just considers them as pigs walking to the slaughter. I don’t see her having any remorse for killing or causing harm to adults. I think she enjoys hurting them, actually. I headcanon her as blaming her father, as well as Michael for her death. 

Michael was her big (half) brother, so he was supposed to protect her, right? And her dad made the animatronics, so surely he knew…. 

She blames the two of them for her death, and now wants to hurt them. While her brother wasn’t an adult at the time of her death, he acts as an exception to the rule. 

However, Elizabeth will still hurt and/or kill kids. The one difference is that she doesn’t want to. She wants to help them, to warn them to run but she can’t. She finds herself unable to control her motions when there is a lone kid around her and instinctually hurts them. 

I also think that she is the loneliest animatronic, and struggles to care about the others. Yes she doesn’t want to hurt human children, and yes she wishes the animatronics well, but that doesn’t mean she actually cares about them. She’s really just scared to trust anyone again, because look at where trusting people got her. But I do think she wants close, trusting relationships again, she’s just scared of the risk they come with. 

Help Wanted made me personally question whether or not the plushies are sentient, and while I haven’t made up my mind about it either way, if they are sentient I think Elizabeth would think of the Circus Baby plushes as younger siblings to her and she would very much want to take on a caregiver role for them. 

If we’re going to completely switch it, and maybe create an au in which Elizabeth never became Circus Baby? Well I have some thoughts on that too. I headcanon her as being super intelligent, and I think she could figure out the truth about her father. As far as a profession goes, I can really see her being either a doctor, or a therapist who works with little kids. I don’t have a reason to think that, it just makes sense to me. 

As for Sammy, I don’t see him having much, if any of his memory from when he was alive. I think he would grow up with a lot of anger issues, as a result from ptsd, although he doesn’t realize he has ptsd because I don’t think he remembers how he became this way. Or rather, his subconscious remembers but it was too traumatic so his conscious self blocked it out. The last one I have for him is that he’s aroace but I don’t necessarily have a reason for either of those. 

What abt you?

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #elizabeth afton #sammy emily #circus baby #rwqfsfasxc #shadow bonnie

[mlobsters]

supernatural s4e19 jump the shark (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

episode should be titled 10 more reasons to hate john winchester

seinfeld s5e22 the opposite - dedee pfeiffer as victoria

another tiny role on seinfeld that i know well because i saw them all enough and at a time when my brain was better at recording things.

okay but also? i think i know her from cybill?? which i probably haven't thought of since the 90s. and sometimes i wonder how i originally knew actors like say, alicia witt and christine baranaski and something like this drags it up from the depths

cybill (1995-1998) dedee pfeiffer as rachel blanders

okay but back to dean getting shat on. dear old dad wanted to give one of his kids a normal life and take him to baseball games and go camping that didn't involve killing monsters. aw, that's nice. except for all the gross child neglect of his kids he was supposed to be fulltime sole caregiver of. granted he didn't get involved in this kid's life until sam was away at college so it's not like the nice things happened simultaneously to the neglect. still hate you, man. and the recap made sure to remind us of how john treated sam's going to college.

that look sam gave adam after dean loses paper scissors rock was cute. was feeling the sibling vibes.

also got me considering the logistics of man sized ventilation inside this random house.

sam giving this kid the dad and dean no friends no life routine is something. remember this little exchange at the gas pump:

s1e6 skin:

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

SAM: You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?

but also harkens back to when dean was just trying to keep everyone alive while the other two were hellbent on self destructive revenge. which dean has been selling sam is just like dad and that's why they don't get along since then, but i'm not quite sure i buy that.

from s1e22 devil's trap:

Sam: We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you’re the one who came and got me at school! (Dean scoffs) You’re the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I’m just trying to finish it!

Dean: Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge.

that line about being the one to bury you lives rent free in my head.

i mean, i get what he's putting down in regards to his revenge quests, but i don't think there's a lot of similarities outside that. maybe because i like sam and john was a child neglecting piece of garbage. that is definitely a big blinder for me 🥴

i'm sure people enjoyed all that uh, excessive wound fingering and such with sam.

but my issue is those very significant cuts through his forearms and he's all fine and dandy in the next scene. he'd have some wicked number of stitches. and i guess nothing major was cut. just fleshy bits that dean can sew back up? i know, medical accuracy is way way WAY down on the list. but when they focus on the volume of blood he's losing so rapidly, i can't help but start to think of the logistics! anyway, made me think about hannibal's big ass scars in a similar place from matthew brown.

okay but also the kid has a point, of the ghouls were only eating dead people, was it really that important to be killing them?

that turned out a lot more therapeutic than i expected. and somehow i didn't know that fate of adam so i was actually surprised. i always am glad for dean to be working through some of his dad issues. sam is full of questionable choices these days. i'll give it to him, the writers, whatever. he really does sell that he's earnestly truly trying to do the right thing. but everything is a flaming pile of shit anyway.

DEAN I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now.

SAM I'll take that as a compliment.

DEAN You take it any way you want.

i mean.

anyway. okay i liked this episode even though i'm nervously looking at the time with how close the end of the season is and here we are off killing some monsters like it's any other week. this felt like an earlier to mid season episode. quality dean and sam time, daddy issues on blast.

and forever grateful shoutout to supernaturalwiki.com, the documentation is immaculate, found the episode with the bury you line in it in under 5 minutes.

#supernatural #spn 4x19 #adam milligan #spnwatch #hiky #spnhiky #cybill #seinfeld #cybill shepherd #spn 1x06 #spn 1x22 #john winchester #john winchester's a+ parenting #andrew dabb #daniel loflin

[setagaya-division]

A sound of something being dragged is heard until it stops in front of his residence’s entrance and then, his doorbell suddenly rings.

“Sir, we’ve got something delivered to you!” 

Once he recalls that the owner of that voice is none other than the delivery man who usually works in his neighborhood, the glasses boy can’t help but cautiously approach the doors for a quick check through the peephole. He must be certain first that what’s on the other side of the doors isn’t something that would bring harm to him and his family. 

Not finding anything suspicious but a sight of some kind of vehicle(?) in front of his residence, Elliot makes up his mind to go check it by himself.

Looking closely at the vehicle, he finds out that it’s a brand-new bicycle with a fairly spaceful basket below. Checking up its basket which seems to be large enough to fit the medium-sized dog in, there his blue eyes meet other two gifts wrapped in cloth and one envelope sticking out.

“To Elliot Shimizu of ENIGMA

Firstly, Happy Birthday to you and greetings to the Setagaya Division.

This letter was written from a certain division a bit far away from Tokyo —Somewhere where you may take interest in since there are a herd of wild deer allowed to roam around in the town. This time we’ve got some presents for you.

The box with a fragile symbol is from me; It's a double-walled mug. With its gap between two layers, it can prevent heat from burning your fingers and prevent condensation at its outer surface from making your mug wet. It has a cute design too, so that’s a plus!

The next gift is from my friend, Asahi. This time around he chose to make the nerikiri called ‘Ajisai (Hydrengea)’ for you! It is named after Japan’s signature flower that blooms in the rainy season (and also the same flower that flourishes around our old man’s place). Oh, don’t worry about the ingredients. This wagashi is made from rice flour, shiro-an (white bean paste), agar, sugar and some food colorings, so that even vegan can enjoy them!

And how don’t we talk about the last present. It’s an E-bike with the basket beneath the saddle. The bike’s size isn’t too unwieldy so I think it’s good for maintenance and many more activities; like taking your pets for a short journey, or maybe it can even attend your errand at the supermarket. Honestly, I think our old man definitely have some soft spot for hard-workers.

P.S. I also heard from my classmate’s dad the vet around here that there is a very young man started assisted the veterinary work in Tokyo, perhaps that’s you by any chance?

Hope y’all blessed in health and have a nice year

Yuuya Kanata, Nara Division”

———Somewhere in the town where the deer roam free

“Saigo-san, do you happen to see Ojou-chan anywhere? I think I’ve lost sight of her just now.”

“How would I know about that? I’m not your fucking cat.”

“…Lately I’ve often found her snuggling around my computer when I’m not looking. Maybe she just prefers a warm place.”

“You two really get along huh? First time we met, you looked like a total mess bringing that furball into my house.”

“That time I only got some scratches…”

“‘Some scratches’ you say. That time your entire arms were all covered in plasters.” 

“That’s her instinct to defend herself.”

“And she did attack me once I just wanted to inspect something!”

“That was because you made her feel unsafe!”

“Meooww!”

The fact is ...for some reason (but do cats really have any reason?), the kitten they adopted seems to attack anyone who tries to touch her except her favorite human.

As Elliot finished reading the letter, he looked up at the e-bike. To say he was a little intimidated by the machine would be an understatement. To be honest, he had always detested motorized vehicles after finding out that some of them caused stress and anxiety to dogs due to unnecessary noise they make. It also didn't help that Elliot didn't know the first thing about riding a bike, let alone a motorized one. He much preferred to walk, as it was good for the environment and a person's well-being. Plus, didn't you need a license to ride a motorized vehicle, anyway? Elliot never saw reason to get one, especially since he was so young. ...But just leaving the bike there after it had been given to him would be rude and hurtful to the person who gave it to him.

"Maybe... I can have Mina-san or Yorii-san teach me how to ride it..." He thought, before heading back into his house to observe the other two gifts he had received. He was particularly interested in the mug. To say he loved the design on it would be an understatement. He smiled as he made sure to use that cup the next he got. Picking up one of sweet treats from his final gift, Elliot took the leap and bit into one. His eyes grew round as his mouth absorbed the flavors of the white bean paste.

Looking at the other three uneaten ones, he debated between leaving some for his siblings. He knew Yorii loved anything that was sweet. He wasn't sure about Mina-san, but he knew Yorii would just eat hers if she didn't. Nodding, he took one more treat from the plate and left the rest sitting on the kitchen table. He smiled as he headed back to his study room, very happy at how this day was going.

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #elliot shimizu #nara division #miraitabi #yuuya kanata #asahi tomoharu #saigo fuyugami #happy birthday elliot 2023

[nicodemuslily]

Dialogues

And here we go again with BAU team sketches. /o/

First one: necessary face-to-face Garcia/Hotch after the reveal about Prentiss (when the case went to its end, of course). Actually, Hotch feared the reaction of two members of his crew: Morgan and Garcia (and Reid too because he knows that he wasn’t good at that moment), but he still did want to assume the full consequences of this decision. Then, when Garcia stayed with him after the all pack left, he has a moment of panic. But, actually, she was more concerned about his appearance (the guy was so skinny at that time) and she won a hug in the end (because he made her mourn a not-dead friend). :D

Second one: days or weeks before, when JJ had to deal with Reid crying on her shoulder. I imagine that both of them, JJ and Hotch, had some talks, away from everyone to discuss about their feelings (well, she talked, he listened). On that scene, they are waving at Jack who had some fun on a carousel in Washington, and JJ is pissed because she has discovered that Hotch has agreed to take care of some Strauss work (in addition to his own, hers, the mourning of his team, his own grieving and Jack).

Third one: S07E12 ending face-to-face when Prentiss was asking for a caring ear and a shoulder to deal with her bad feelings. Hotch finally explained to her that, sometimes, it’s better to let a murderer alive for him to be judged and for the victims to express themselves and close up this bad chapter of their lives. He also explains that to kill a bad guy doesn’t help that much to feel relief, on a contrary (yes, he talks about himself). 

Last one: day-off time for Hotch but not for the rest of the team. They call him for a little advice and finally hear Jack having an accident in the background. Case closed, they go find Hotch and his son at the hospital to check if everything is alright. Actually, it is. Jack wanted a cookie and got all the cookie jar on his forehead, but he’s fine. The nurse even gives Hotch the paper for his boy to leave the place. But Hotch feels bad about all this, thinking again that he is a lame dad who can’t handle his son’s life well. In the end, Morgan reachs for him and tells him that this kind of accident happen in every single family over the world (no matter how many parents there are in the house). More than that, he tells Hotch that there is no shame to feel for asking someone else help from time to time (his mother did it very often when she had to deal with her three young kids alone).    

___

All those scribbles have wonky proportions, I know. I’m working on A5 paper and it seems to be a little too small to let me express all I want to about these FBI agents. Sorry about that. 

(Starting the S10 veeeeery slowly. I’m still in love with the show but I know that there are only two seasons left before the kicking of Thomas Gibson (and the departure of Shemar Moore). And I feel so terrible about this that it’s triggering my brain. Man, I don’t know this actor much and maybe he’s a complete asshole for real, but thinking about the way he was ejected from the show after 10 years bugs me. Moore must had have a last episode party when he only had a “never come back” call. He seemed to have his temper and there is absolutely no good reason to hit someone (except maybe to protect yourself or someone you do care about) but, I still feel bad about this (maybe because I’ve got quite a temper too. XD). Well, there’s nothing we can do about this anyway. 41 episodes to go before the nervous breakdown. ^^; )  

#criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #jj #jennifer jarreau #emily prentiss #derek morgan #hotch #agent hotchner #garcia #prentiss #morgan #sunday sketch time #sketches #sketchdump #fanfic illustration #criminal minds fanart

[imnotafrog]

omg i’m just realizing how crazy my childhood was

-adopted to wap (making it a transracial adoption which comes with a lot, but also don’t know how much still because like I don’t have a super strong urge to reconnect with chinese culture in the way some adoptees and not adopted people may expect but that might be a sign but I really don’t think so, I was called a banana by like the director of the orphanage I was in when I went back with my family but it seemed my dad was more upset than me, also like since I have so much going on like being queer, neurodivergent, non binary, and probs other stuff I would be more worried about the hypothetical if I wasn’t adopted)

-people thinking I didn’t have the ability to hear because I didn’t vocalize and going through hearing tests at like 18 months and doctors realizing i’m not hard of hearing at all and getting diagnosed with dyspraxia because I didn’t have repetitive movement so it wasn’t autism (lmaooo apparently this guy was a dyspraxia and asd specialist) so that meant having to go through speech therapy for 9 years and getting pulled out of class for it (I was apparently doing both public and private 💀) and that probably led to some of my internalized ableism

-diagnosed with adhd and being on stimulant for all weekdays of the school year starting at like 11 till I left for college and it made me feel physically ill and I felt no difference tbh except maybe it was easier to get stuff done but then my mom saying how my behavior was so much better and the dose just kept increasing cause I couldn’t really feel it and the slight easiness of getting stuff done would wear off quicker, my metabolism is fucked now I think cause of it

-growing up with a disabled parent who suffered traumatic brain injuries that may have changed behavior and personality a bit

-growing up not knowing I was autistic until like 2 years ago (my own fault too cause I was very uneducated on it) and that probably caused a lot of issues that now make sense in regards to conflicts with my mom and some school stuff

-my dad still saying how he doesn’t understand non binary as a concept while having non binary close acquaintances that he tries more on their pronouns vs. me who felt outed like 8 years ago

-a lot of loneliness and maybe some grooming by online ‘friends’ but also I don’t know, it was just weird and I was like 12 and they were early 20s and sharing hentai with me so what would you call that (they knew my age I never lied)

-probably more but that’s enough for now without too much detail

thanks for reading if you did lmao I just kind of broke down about this because yeah my childhood was not the norm (and I was thinking surface level too like not eating meals together, or my parents sharing separate bedrooms which was more uncommon imo when I was a kid now very relatable I think, and weird controlling behavior and punishments my mom gave and her think another controlling parent that was my friends mom was a ‘normal’ type of parenting style when me and some of my friends thought that parent was really too much) omg more venting it just came out lol

mwah :*

#trauma dump lmao

[bedasom]

hi! i'm min (23, she/her), i’m excited to join this community 💞 dasom has a soundcloud account where she posts singing covers of musical theater songs and that tells u all u need to know. jk. her about is here and info and wanted plots will be under the cut!!! like this post if interested in plotting and i’ll be running into ur dms!!! my discord’s also available upon request 💞

SUMMARY tw: car accident, death, grief

lee dasom grew up in a very happy family i’m sorry but it’s true... her parents were honestly quite wholesome!!! her mom was this person who was larger than life and could never be contained by the four walls of any room she was in. her dad used to always joke that he had absolutely NO idea how he pulled her bc he was just this like. really average guy….. studied a lot in school……. had a few close friends but was never really Notable or made a big impression anywhere…… he always retold it as him just cruising through life until he met her in college. kind of like he’d been half awake before. they just Clicked and no one could believe she’d chosen him but she was just. completely head over heels n didn’t care what anyone had to say

dasom always took after her mother. she was just soooo fun and expressive and always encouraged that in dasom too. she was everything dasom aspires to be. she told her so many stories about her childhood to her and dasom literally couldn’t get enough. whenever she’d tell them to dasom as a kid her dad would roll his eyes like ohhhhh here she goes again but it’d all be playful n he’d smile bc he honestly couldn’t get enough either

(car accident & death tw) so u know when ur laying on ur bed half asleep and then suddenly u come up with a scenario that u just fell off a cliff and somehow u feel that free fall too? yeah. i won’t go into it too much but one night they were driving back from getting chicken and then suddenly they weren’t. she doesn’t really remember much about it except for completely ignoring the doctors trying to give her the news and just saying her order over and over again until it didn’t really register in her ears anymore

dasom was uprooted from busan at 11 to go n live w her aunt in seoul. this was like. a huge adjustment honestly….. her aunt had always been a little unconventional but extremely glamorous. she lived in a really big house made of Wood… dasom’s mom’s side of the family hd always been well off but mom opted to live a little more Ordinarily shall we say after settling whereas her aunt was just literally dripping w the rich ppl vibe… had that star quality essence that her mom had and that was something dasom found quite comforting everything considered.

(grief tw) u would think maybe a situation involving so much sudden change would cause a kid of that age to withdraw into her shell but dasom only came out of her shell MORE. she coped w her situation by spinning it into a celebrity origin story inside her head. what mnet will pity edit to get the audience on her side if u will. repackaging all that hurt as a surefire ticket to success bc it had to be useful for something right? there had to be a point to it right? dasom decided the point was she’s a star. KFHSGKFHGFKHGKJSFHG. get it girl….. she was literally just like ok well clearly i’m destined to be famous and i’m the main character of this story. this story called earth. it’s all about me.

really heavily immersed herself in the school atmosphere when she was in hs. it’s like she literally just…… became a role. always. every day. the world was her stage. the cameras were always rolling. her aunt only encouraged this tbh. dasom partied a bunch and really lived a lax lifestyle where responsibility didn’t really exist. her aunt was her best friend. made really good friends with performers in the drag club scene n loved the glitz of that…

booked a few commercials and things….. when i say dasom would enter audition rooms like she owned the place i’m really not exaggerating…. once she turned up to a casting call for MEN and just walked right to the front of the line scraping a random chair along the way n then took a seat w her legs crossed… all of them glared at her like wtf is literally going on who are u. she received several complaints n she was just like “ur all acting so jealous of me….”

likes musical theater a LOT like she literally has a soundcloud account to upload her covers so ig it goes without saying that she has PIPES!!!! dasom however is so nonchalant regarding this and isn’t really trying to improve? literally just like. ok. so… what else is new? open to plots about this btw…

her biggest ambition is to literally. be famous and she already acts like it but. there’s nothing to back it up KFHDJSFNJ and she’s dipping her toes into everything that will help her with it which is where she comes in rn!!!

has had a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up quitting bc of “boredom”.... she’s strutting up to the boss like i hate it here i’m quitting who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff but rn she’s working shifts at an ice cream shop if anybodys muses likes ice cream and wants a discount from her :3

PLOTS

unrequited flame dasom burns through people like matches. bright and fast. honestly i feel like she struggles to take romance seriously so it could be fun to play around with someone who’s been singed by that in the past…. maybe they had actual feelings whereas dasom was just messing around and having fun….. we can discuss a time frame or specifics to expand upon this but. sexy angst perhaps.

ppl from her childhood maybe she didn’t even say goodbye. maybe they were really close n all of a sudden she didn’t show up to school the next day and when they walked past her house trying to find her it was literally abandoned and that was that. honestly very dramatic of her even at a young age. we love a disappearing act. houdini is ended…

someone equally over the top love the idea of dasom having someone who just like runs with made up scenarios and roles she makes up on the spot and them hanging out is like a 24/7 improv session that they reel random surrounding strangers just for the thrill

somebody who doesn’t like dasom bc i feel like that’s so fair and valid. KFHSGKFHG she’s really dramatic and selfish… maybe she clashes w them because of that? maybe she said smth that was supposed to be Teasing but it just went too far/was taken the wrong way. maybe they just find her annoying as hell. could be fun to play w!

coworkers past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this girl fking ONNN at a past job (she’s had a few in the food service industry & convenient stores so pretty open in that area)... maybe they work w her at the ice cream shop now..... can discuss the dynamic this probably would be dependent on the muse involved for how she’d act n stuff....

alternatively also down for whatever else! dasom’s a really extroverted muse so she should be Easy??? to plot with. let’s come up with plots that’ll be fun for us to explore and write <3 i want it all actually… the enormity of my desire disgusts me xoxo

#pls love me… pls love dasom #pls plot with her… #be:intro