#i didn't make a new seal i'm sorry love forgive me!

[asdfghjklmals]

SEALED & DELIVERED✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, angst. hurt and NO comfort. WORD COUNT: 4.5k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. established couple. adoptedkiddo! megumi x fem guardian!oc.

SYNOPSIS: after satoru gets sealed in the prison realm, megumi realizes that he has to be the one to tell oc gojo girlfriend the bad news—includes child megumi flashback story. AUTHOR'S NOTE: the awkward moment where this doesn't end with fluff... this fic just focuses on satoru getting sealed and megumi's relationship with oc gojo girlfriend. sorry about the ending. i was starting to word vomit and run out of ideas. there will definitely be a continuation about the 19 days satoru was sealed away though. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions, please do!

intro

"sweetheart, we need to talk."

you looked up from your pile of paperwork while satoru sat down in the chair in front of you. he planted his elbows on your glass desk and leaned over, a troubled look on his handsome face. you could tell from behind his black blindfold that something was really bothering him.

"what did i do, gojo-sensei? am i in trouble?" you teased.

the white haired sorcerer dramatically clutched at his chest, "you know i love it when you call me that. don't distract me."

"yes, i know babe." you giggled, "what's wrong? what's going on in that big, beautiful head of yours?"

satoru pouted at you, he was going to say 'my head isn't big!' like he always did, but he decided to save that bickering for later.

"with sukuna's vessel showing up... i just don't have a good feeling about all the things going on." satoru explained, "so... i want to create some contingency plans if anything were to happen to me."

you frowned at the statement 'if anything were to happen to me'. you didn't even want to think of a possibility of anything happening to the love of your life.

"—and why would anything to happen to my man?"

satoru leaned back into the leather chair and crossed his legs, ignoring your question. "you have to promise me that you'll tell megumi about his father. the zen'nin clan will make megumi the head if i'm deemed mentally incapacitated or if i die. some deal his dad had with naobito, i guess.”

you shut your eyes and slammed your silver pen on top of the stack of paperwork you were filling out, "fine... i promise, but none of that is going to happ—"

"i'm not finished, sweetheart." satoru interrupted, "i need you to get yuta back to japan as soon as possible."

yuta was currently training in africa with miguel. satoru always mentioned how strong yuta was becoming after each visit and how the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers could rival himself. you and satoru depended on yuta quite a bit nowadays. (read ‘the cursed child: yuta okkotsu’ here)

you glared at your blue eyed lover sitting across from you, "anything else, mr. gojo?"

"can you promise to wait for me to come home if anything happens?" satoru asked with earnesty. it almost sounded like he was begging you.

present time: oc gojo girlfriend’s office

“you’re going to be late if you want to meet everyone at shibuya station on time.” you patted satoru on the chest, pushing him away from you.

“—just one more kiss.” he begged.

satoru was so needy tonight. you thought to yourself, 'what was up with him?'

you kissed him again, but he refused to let go of your body. he held you tightly. you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, “you have that look on your face.”

“i just have a bad feeling about tonight.” he mumbled to himself. you wished you could read what was going on in that crazy mind of his.

your heart dropped, frowning at his eery statement. “promise me you’ll be careful?”

“i’m always careful.” satoru stated confidently.

now that someone he loved was waiting for him to come home, he always took into consideration his safety so that he could make it back to you unscathed. he knew you would never forgive him if anything happened to him and if he left you alone. he promised to protect you. (read ‘the honored one’ here)

you held out your pinky as satoru intertwined his with yours. instead of kissing his thumb to seal the deal, he leaned over to kiss you again fervently, muffling whatever you were about to say.

you groaned once his lips left yours, whispering breathlessly, “do you really have to go?”

“i’m the strongest… so yeah.” he sighed, “remember, if anything happens to me, you have take care of my students.”

“can you not say stuff like that?” you hit his chest as he continued to hold you. “why are you talking like you aren’t going to be coming back home to me?”

“i’m just saying, babe.” satoru sighed again as he booped you on your nose, “you have to be strong for me.”

but what if you didn’t want to be strong? what if you selfishly didn’t want satoru to go to shibuya? what if something happens to him and he doesn’t come home to you? what if he leaves you all alone?

satoru finally let go of you as you stood in the middle of your office at jujutsu high. you shook your head to steer away your selfish thoughts.

“i love you, satoru,” you called out to him before he turned to leave your office, “remember your promise.”

he gave you his signature grin before sneaking back over to you to give you one last kiss. “i know. i’ll remember. i love you, (y/n). remember your promises too.”

"yuta is on his way home..." you reported, "and i'll tell megumi about his father."

satoru frowned at you, "you're forgetting something else."

"—and yes, i'll wait for you to come home." you stated confidently.

for better or for worse, right? it’s been 10 years that you and satoru have been together. you were pretty sure you were a patient person. you could wait for him forever if that’s what it took.

"that's my girl." satoru smirked at you before leaving your office, clasping his hands to teleport to shibuya.

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october 31st. shibuya. 8:31pm. satoru gojo arrives.

“good night, satoru gojo. let us meet again in the new world.” kenjaku said smugly. he had just sealed the world’s strongest sorcerer, adamant that nothing would get in his way now.

satoru scoffed at the ridiculous sight in front of him, “yeah, maybe it’s good night for me, but you need to wake up, suguru. how are you gonna let yourself get used like that?”

kenjaku felt resistance in the body that he took over. hands that belonged to the body of suguru geto attempted to grab his throat.

he laughed in amusement, “well, this is the first time that has happened.”

he suppressed that very resistance with his cursed energy again.

satoru watched and reluctantly listened as kenjaku and mahito had a conversation discussing souls and techniques. he was getting impatient.

“can you just get this over with?” satoru grumbled, “you two aren’t the most pleasing things to look at. i definitely didn't want you two being the last thing i see before getting taken by my own will.”

kenjaku laughed at the sorcerer who was on his knees, arms shackled behind his back, unable to do anything to free himself from the hold of the prison realm. he looked so weak.

“i think i’m enjoying this view, but you’re right. i can’t risk anything happening, so goodnight.” he took one last look at satoru and smirked.

“close gate.”

“we can’t use the prison realm anymore right?” mahito asked curiously.

kenjaku nodded his head, “right. unless the person who's trapped takes their own life inside the prison realm, we can only use it on one occupant at a time.”

inside the prison realm, satoru kissed his the back of his teeth, annoyed but somewhat impressed by this cursed object. “looks like time doesn’t pass here.”

he sat on top of a pile of skeleton heads, repeatedly flicking his blindfold off of his forehead, “damn it. i really messed up this time… (y/n)’s gonna kill me after i promised her i’d be careful.” satoru muttered with a grim smile.

“it’ll be okay. i have faith in everyone...”

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“satoru gojo has been sealed.” nanami announced grimly.

megumi looked at the 7:3 sorcerer in disbelief. “sealed? what do you mean sealed?”

“change of plans,” nanami said as he started walking towards shibuya station, “we need to meet up with itadori. if the sealing is true, it’s over for us. we don’t stand a chance without gojo.”

megumi felt as if his world was spiraling. how could his all-knowing, crazy strong sensei get sealed? did (y/n)-sensei know about gojo-sensei’s sealing? no, (y/n)-sensei couldn’t have known. (y/n)-sensei was probably with shoko at the relief area since you two could heal injured sorcerers.

megumi knew that the school didn’t like to use you offensively because of the damage you could inflict on the city with your cursed technique. no one wanted to fill out that damages report. instead, you were their trump card, their last resort. gojo-sensei was usually the go-to special grade sorcerer if the school ever needed something to be taken care of swiftly.

“i have to tell (y/n)-sensei.” megumi mumbled out loud.

nanami pursed his lips, “if you tell her, there’s no telling what she’ll do. if she finds out that gojo was sealed, she might flood all of shibuya.”

“but she deserves to know.”

megumi took out his cell phone. his fingers were trembling as he sifted through his contacts to find your name. his heart was racing at the thought of having to tell you bad news. he hated disappointing you and he definitely didn't want to worry you. but if it had anything to do with gojo-sensei, you had to know.

this moment reminded him of the time he called you from the principal’s office when he got in trouble for fighting at school.

flashback

'i am so grounded,' 7 year old megumi fushiguro thought to himself, '(y/n) is going to take away my new books for sure. maybe i should call gojo-sensei instead.'

you were the maternal figure in megumi’s life since you and gojo-sensei had taken him and tsumiki in. gojo-sensei let you make all the important decisions regarding the kids. you were the one that always had to have the disciplinary conversations with the two fushiguros. gojo-sensei didn’t like to play the bad guy, he was the type to sneak treats to him and tsumiki after you scolded them.

“well, megumi. are you going to call (y/n) or satoru?” the vice principal of the school, mrs. akita asked him.

megumi sighed, “i guess i’ll call (y/n)…”

he knew that if he called gojo-sensei, the blindfolded idiot would just tell you what happened anyways and he would still end up having to tell you what he did himself. so he might as well spare himself the hard conversation later.

he grabbed the phone from mrs. akita’s desk and took a deep breath before dialing your phone number. his heart was racing. he knew he was going to disappoint you, and he hated that feeling.

you picked up the phone, your bright laughter gave megumi the shivers, “hello?”

“uh—(y/n)?”

your tone immediately became serious, “megumi, are you okay?”

"uh, yeah. i'm okay. i got in trouble at school today." he admitted. he closed his eyes, waiting for you to start lecturing him.

he could hear that you were walking with someone. you were probably on a mission.

"what?! megumi... what happened?" you asked, concern in your tone.

"i, uh, got in a fight. mrs. akita said that i'm getting suspended for two days." he made eye contact with the vice principal in front of him as she sat with her arms folded. this was not megumi's first rodeo.

"megumi... we had this conversation about fighting at school..." you sighed.

yes, you were disappointed, but megumi was your baby. how could you stay mad at the cute little 7 year old boy with the same green eyes as you?

"i know, i'm sorry, (y/n)."

"i'm sorry, megumi. i can't come pick you up today because i'm on a mission. satoru will be there soon, okay?" you felt guilty. you knew the last person he wanted to see was satoru after getting suspended. satoru would never let him live it down.

"okay. i'll wait for gojo-sens—wait, can you send nanami to pick me up instead?"

you laughed at his question, "nanami is actually on a mission with me right now.. sorry kiddo. i'll see you at home later, okay?"

megumi grumbled, "okay..."

megumi hung up the phone and turned around to sit back in the office chair. mrs. akita was filling out the paperwork on his suspension.

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once you hung up the phone, you sighed and turned to nanami. "sorry, nanami. megumi got in trouble at school today."

the 7:3 sorcerer stopped walking and turned to you, your troubled face concerned him, "do you need to call gojo?"

"yeah, he needs to pick up megumi from school. he got suspended for fighting." you groaned.

"being a mother must be hard." nanami teased as he patted your back in reassurance.

you laughed, "having a boy is hard. tsumiki is an angel. god forbid my future children have megumi's temperament."

"you better hope your future child isn't satoru's mini-me." nanami teased.

you grinned at him and joked lightly, "who says i'm having more kids with satoru? he already gave me two to take care of."

you and nanami knew that satoru would pout all day if he heard that joke. you giggled before dialing satoru's phone number as you both took a quick break on a park bench.

"hey babe, you okay? do i need to come help?" satoru asked as he picked up your phone call on the first ring. he never let you go to voicemail in your 2 years of dating.

"no, satoru. we're fine. but i need you to pick megumi up from school. he got suspended today."

"you don't say?" satoru laughed out loud in amusement, "alright, i'll go grab the kiddo."

"i'll be home later. and don't you dare reward him with something sweet on the way home."

satoru was appalled that you would even think he was going to pick up megumi and grab ice cream on the way back. however, you already knew he was thinking about it.

"so feisty." satoru chuckled, "we'll see you at home later then, sweetheart."

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satoru teleported into the front office of the elementary school. mrs. akita opened the door to her office and brought the white haired sorcerer into the room while megumi waited outside. satoru sat down on the leather seat as mrs. akita sighed.

"satoru, megumi has been getting into a lot of fights lately. is everything okay at home?"

"(y/n) and i have been talking to him about not fighting at school..." satoru started, "but he always has a good reason for fighting, so we couldn't exactly reprimand him. what happened today anyways?"

"megumi got in a scuffle with a group of bullies. there are a couple troublemaker cliques in his grade and he beat up three of them." mrs. akita reported back to him, rubbing her temples. "they have extensive injuries, satoru."

satoru started laughing, impressed that megumi took on three school bullies by himself.

"—satoru, this is serious. their parents want him expelled."

"did megumi win?" satoru asked curiously, ignoring mrs. akita's last statement.

mrs. akita glared at him in annoyance, "clearly he won if the parents are wanting him expelled, satoru."

"then that's all that matters to me. that's my kid we're talking about here. end of discussion, akita." satoru said, standing up from his chair and waving off the conversation. “megumi will take the two-day suspension and we'll pay the fines. tell the other kids' parents we're sorry, yada yada yada.”

mrs. akita rolled her eyes, "you're lucky principal kinomoto and i love you and (y/n). no other school would put up with this behavior, satoru."

satoru winked at the vice principal and opened the door to look at megumi. he had a couple of scratches on his face, a bandaid on his cheek and left knee. megumi looked like he was going to burst into tears with the way he was frowning as pouting.

"alrighty, kiddo. let's head back to jujutsu high."

satoru gave megumi a piggy back ride while the child shoved his sniffling face into the back of satoru's uniform. satoru teleported back to jujutsu high as they walked through the school corridors together. he knew that he would have to have a conversation with megumi before you got back from your mission.

"you know you're going to have to tell (y/n) what happened, right?"

megumi glared at his guardian, "i don't want to." and in a matter of seconds, megumi started to burst into tears.

"you cryin', megumi? didn't you win the fight?" satoru asked.

megumi wiped his tears with his forearm, hiccuping, "y-yes."

"then why are you cryin'?"

"i'm scared to see (y/n)." he sheepishly admitted.

satoru started laughing. megumi could feel his laugh vibrating through his back as satoru carried him. he clutched his arms tighter around satoru's shoulders.

the sorcerer grinned, "you and me both, kiddo."

"...is she going to be mad at me? what if she doesn’t love me anymore?" megumi asked satoru full of worry. he knew that satoru knew you better than anyone else in this world.

satoru thought out loud, "hmmm, she'll probably be a little disappointed. but—she’ll always love you and she cares for you a ton. at the end of the day, you’re her baby."

megumi's eyes continued to water as his grip on satoru's uniform tightened. the closer they got to the dining hall, the more nervous the child got.

"looks like you're in luck, kiddo. (y/n) isn't back from her mission yet." satoru sighed in relief, "let's go see shoko and get you all healed up."

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"oh my..." shoko gasped, "what happened to you, megumi?!"

megumi looked at satoru and then back at the ground. he was too embarrassed to tell shoko what had happened at school.

"he just got in a little tussle at school." satoru told his bestfriend, waving it off.

shoko started laughing, "sounds like you when you were younger, gojo."

"yeah, but i wouldn't have gotten beat up." satoru grinned at the doctor, "i was untouchable."

the brunette rolled her eyes at him, "you're so full of yourself."

satoru scoffed and put megumi down on the exam table. "can you just make sure he's okay before my girlfriend sees his scratches and yells at me?"

shoko nodded. she healed up megumi's minor cuts and bruises so that it looked like nothing ever happened.

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you and nanami were walking through the school's courtyard after your mission today. the mission ended up running later than usual.

"sorry that mission took so long," nanami mumbled. “i know you were worried about megumi.”

"it's okay, nanami. satoru’s with him." you high-fived him, "good job tonight."

as you continued the walk through the courtyard, you saw satoru leaning against the entrance to the school building with his arms folded. he cleared his throat.

"your jealously is showing, satoru." you grinned at your boyfriend.

"me?" satoru called out to you, baffled, pointing at nanami, "jealous of him?"

satoru laughed as nanami rolled his eyes at him. "megumi has been waiting for you, babe."

"what?" you asked in disbelief, "it's past his bedtime. it's almost 10pm. satoru, you're supposed to make sure the kids go to bed on time."

"he wouldn't go back to the apartment, he won't go to sleep without talking to you." satoru grinned thinking about megumi’s tenacity.

satoru walked with you back to the dining hall, holding your bag in one hand and your hand in the other.

"i'll wait in the hallway. go talk to megumi." satoru said as he blew you kiss. you caught his air kiss and threw it on the floor, making him laugh out loud. your feisty personality was one of his favorite things about you.

you entered the dining hall. megumi looked up at you with sad eyes. you sat down in front of the child.

"hey, megumi." you greetled him softly, he was quiet and a little awkward. it looked like you were going to have to break the ice. you started the conversation with the 7 year old, "so, wanna tell me what happened at school today?"

"the kids i beat up were talking about you and gojo-sensei." megumi muttered. he folded his arms, angry at the thought of those bullies and what they had said about the two guardians he cared so much about.

"well... what were they saying about us that made you so upset you had to go and beat them up?"

megumi quietly told you what happened, "they kept saying that you and gojo-sensei weren't mine and tsumiki's real parents and that we don’t look like you two. it made tsumiki cry."

your heart shattered. kids were so mean nowadays. you admit that megumi and tsumiki's situation was unique, yes, but the fact that kids bullied each other about their parents was cruel. you never wanted the kids to feel bad about their situation.

you scoffed, "how can i be mad at the fact that you were defending mine and satoru’s honor?" you ruffled megumi's hair, "why were you so scared to tell me that?"

"because i keep getting in trouble for fighting." megumi frowned, disappointed in himself.

"megumi, i want you to be able to tell me anything. i don't want you to keep things bottled up."

"—but what if you don't love me anymore after i tell you the bad things?" megumi asked quietly.

you were shocked that a 7 year old could have such thoughts. how could he think that you wouldn’t love him anymore? megumi and tsumiki were the center of your world since satoru swiped them off the streets and brought them home to you. (read 'learn to love' here)

you asked megumi a question, "how many times a day do i tell you and tsumiki that i love you two?"

"you tell us every morning before we go to school and before we go to bed. and sometimes randomly throughout the day." megumi smiled at the mental reminder.

"—just because you get into fights at school doesn't mean that i'll love you any less. if anything, i worry about you getting hurt." you lectured him, "now, if you grow up to be a horrible curse user, we might have a problem."

"does that mean you're not mad at me?" megumi asked quietly.

"i am a little disappointed," you sighed, "—but i don't love you any less."

you reached out to him for a hug. the boy jumped into your arms. you squeezed him tightly, rocking him back and forth. "now tell me... did satoru buy you ice cream after school?"

megumi froze, his eyes widened. him and gojo-sensei were caught red-handed.

"uh huh... got it." you laughed. you were going to have a word with satoru later tonight.

end flashback

the dial tone was echoing through megumi's ears as he waited for you to pick up. he felt a lump in his throat, his heart was racing, just like back then when he was 7 years old, but this took the cake for the hardest conversation he's ever had to have with you. he would rather tell you that he broke the glass coffee table in the living room trying to summon max elephant a hundred times over again.

"megumi, are you okay?" you answered, "do you need me to—"

"i'm fine, (y/n). it's gojo-sensei."

your felt sick to your stomach. it was in that moment that you knew something had happened to satoru.

"what happened to him?"

"he was sealed." megumi said grimly.

you furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding what megumi was saying, "what do you mean sealed?"

"i—i don't know all the specifics." megumi stuttered through the receiver, "—but i'm going to find out. i'll save gojo-sensei, (y/n). i promise you. so don’t worry and… don’t be mad at him."

"megumi, wait..." you said, voice barely coming out as a whisper. you heard the younger sorcerer disconnect from the other line.

you felt a lump in your throat as you fought back tears. you had to be strong for the students... and for satoru. you felt this immense pain and anger in your chest. if satoru was sealed, that meant he was still alive. there was a sliver of hope that you would see him again. satoru had to be okay... right?

"(y/n)!" shoko yelled out your name, "you're going to flood all my medical supplies!"

you snapped out of your thoughts and looked around the area. water was starting to flood the ground, surrounding the both of your feet.

"what did megumi say to upset you that much?!" shoko asked, "i haven't seen you do that since high school!"

"satoru was sealed, shoko. and i don't know what that means!" you yelled in frustration, throwing your ice shards against the concrete wall.

the street lamps started to flicker as ice started to form around the streets, fire hydrants started to explode due to high water pressure, water started to fill the streets of shibuya. your cursed energy was starting to become uncontrollable.

you wondered how megumi was feeling at this moment and how horrible he must have felt telling you that satoru was sealed. it couldn't have been easy for him, nor could it be easy for the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers and satoru’s students knowing that the strongest was sealed away. the team morale was probably destroyed.

shoko distracted you out of your thoughts again, "you should go to shibuya. the students need you. you're second in command if anything happens to gojo."

you looked at shoko with determination in your eyes, she nodded at you as you made your way out the door to head straight for shibuya station.

the students needed you right now more than ever since satoru was gone. they needed the support from you, the support that you always gave to them no matter what the situation was. you were their go-to person for comfort. whether they got a bad grade on their mission, if they lost a spar, or when they needed an ear to listen to them, you were there.

you thought back to the conversation that you and satoru had. promise number one would have to wait. promise number two was on a flight back to japan and would be landing in a couple hours. promise number three...

'don't worry, satoru.' you thought to yourself, 'i'll wait for you to come home. i don't care how long it takes. we'll find a way to get you back.'

little did you know, the nineteen days that satoru gojo was sealed away was the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your life, not even an injury from a curse could compare.

it was as if something was missing from your life and you never wanted to experience the pain of losing someone so important to you ever again.

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Can I make a Jason x reader request

!!CANON DIVERGENT AND MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TITANS!!

Titans Jason Todd x jokers gn child reader. (Not explicitly stated though)

Angst at the start, and ambiguous ending. Can be seen as angst or fluff.

I have changed some things from the request to make it more suited to more audiences. I also didn't really understand the ask so I tried my best! I'm very sorry this took so long, school has been very hard these past few weeks...Thank you very much!

Warnings- mentions of murder, extreme sadness, guilt, anger, abuse, crying, and running away. (LMK if I’ve missed anything!!)

Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, this is proofread but if I have made any pronoun mistakes, or any other mistakes let me know and I will fix it! Just please be polite :D

...

Everything is supposed to be different now. Everything was perfect.

No more death, no more suffering, everything was...serene. There was a routine.

You were finally distanced from your father. No more was his name attached to yours. And Jason. With him it felt like the entire city was yours and his. No more pain, no more suffering no more guilt and regret.

But now it feels like how it was before you met Jason. Before everything changed.

You never really liked Hawk. You knew that he and Jason had quarreled in the past, and the way he looked at you when he found out that you and Jason were dating just sealed the deal. But he was a good person. He helped people. That made him good.

Never would you have expected Jason to have killed Hawk.

He remembers everything vividly. The look on his older 'brothers' face. How Dove cried. How everyone looked at him when he sobered up from the gas. He didn't have anyone to turn to but you.

You wiped the blood off of his face, and stayed with him through the long nights. You were mad at him but you sympathised. Cranes recipe was scary, no matter who was under it.

It feels like your whole world came crashing down around you. There wasn't supposed to be any more death. Not from you, and not from Jason.

He's not supposed to kill innocent people. Hank had a life, he helped people.

You werent neccesarily a good person. You fell in love with Jason Todd for example. And trying to take over Gotham would land you the moniker of being a not so good person. But you had one rule and that was to not kill good people. Your father had done that and you hate your father.

You had told Jason not to kill innocent people. He had this anger inside of him. The best way to describe it was a burning rage fuled by loneliness and regret. And he listened to you. He didn't kill anyone innocent. Which makes the recent news even more devastating.

You remember being around your father. Everytime you were around him you would get this feeling, like a deep rooted disgust that could never go away. It was a disgusting ugly feeling felt like liquid anger and revulsion mixing with shame and guilt pooling up to your chest and spilling out of you through your words and actions.

You thought you would never feel it with Jason. But as you look at his mask, discarded on the floor of your shared apartment you feel it again.

Disgust.

Revulsion.

Fear.

Shame.

Ashamed of your boyfriend. What a horrible feeling for a horrible situation. You loved Jason, and you told yourself (and him too) that your love for him was infinite. But why are you feeling shame now?

You pick up his mask silently. Equally as silently, you throw it to the ground.

Again, and again and again.

You hated scarecrow. You hated Hank, you hated Dawn. You hated Dick, Bruce, Gar, Rachel and Donna.

You hated Jason.

The mask lies in pieces at your feet as you feel regret wash over you.

Jason has extra masks, and he would easily forgive you just as you could easily lie about what happened to his mask. But all that anger that you felt subsides.

You pick up all the broken pieces and place them together in vain. Nothing would bring that mask back. Exhausted by your emotions, you throw the pieces away and slump into the couch.

Jason walks into the house as you're watching TV. He doesn't say anything to you and you don't say anything to him. He microwaves some crappy TV dinner and serves it to the both of you.

You study him as he eats. Sharp features that blend together softly. Piercing blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat. Big warm hands with prominent veins and prominent scars.

All features that made you feel giddy. You can feel the giddiness fade away as you look at him now.

After dinner, he goes to take a shower.

It feels like staying in this house with him is sufficating you. It feels like he himself is wrapping his hands around your neck, and squeezing and squeezing.

Is this the life you wanted? Is how you want to spend the rest of your time with Jason? Angry, confused, guilty, shameful?

You decide you’re going to leave. You’ll stay with Dick for a bit, maybe Donna, or even Bruce if worst comes to worst. But just away from here.

Jason passes out at 11.PM on days where he doesn’t patrol. He’s completely wiped out as you pack up your bags. Clothes, burner phones and cables are all tossed into your duffel.

You bought this house with him. It took a long time and you still remember moving in with him. How he held you up to the high ceilings to change the light bulbs, how you and him spend afternoons shopping for furniture. How it felt so surreal that you and him made a house a home.

And now you were leaving it all behind.

You send Dick a quick text asking him to pick you up soon. He responds quickly with no questions. You appreciate that. Just thirty minutes and then you’re going to be gone from here.

Regret swirls in your stomach as you watch Jason sleep. But you push it aside. You know what you want. You’re going to try your hardest to go through with this.

You close the door behind you as softly as you can. It clicks behind you and you let out a sigh. Your heart clenches as you walk to the door.

“Y/N? What are you-”

He wipes wipes the sleep from his eyes, confusedly. His eyes flicker down to your duffel bag and your hand on the door.

“Jason…I’m sorry, I can’t…I don’t…” years start to sting in your eyes and streak down your face. Warm and hot, his face mirrors yours. You drop the bag, and before you know it your face is in his chest. Your arms wrap around each other and you both cry and cry and cry. It’s warm in his arms, and you haven’t hugged him in so, so long. It feels amazing.

“Stay. Please” he whispers.

You look him in the eyes, and you know what you're going to do.

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[stargirlfeyre]

“Thank you so much for this. Lucien is my favorite, I’m waiting for his book. I get that Feyre felt betrayed by him for not stepping in more, but he was trying. He really did try to steer Tamlin in the right direction, but he was walking a fine line between her and his best friend who was really the only family he had. The mistrust they treat him with in WaR and then Feyre’s ugliness toward him in ACoFaS really made me not like her. This poor guy can’t catch a break.”

“There are many reasons that Feyre is my least favorite character now, but my number one reason is the way she treats poor Lucien. That just sealed the deal for me in this run through. I would never expect for someone I knew for .2 seconds to sacrifice themselves for me after I murdered and skinned their friend, much less get MAD at them for not doing it. Ugh.”

“Omg YES I'm sorry but he experienced horrific trauma, had his friend murdered, risked everything to help Feyre UTM, was tortured for helping, and then was for whatever reason expected to put his life and world at risk to get her away from his best friend?? All for someone he BARELY knew. And now, his whole life is in shambles, he was taken away from the place he knew, and is treated like crap for what? Not sacrificing his life for some a girl he owed nothing to? I'm just over the Lucien mistreatment 😭😭 I wish I didn't reread this bc now I dislike Feyre and Rhys”

“I forgot about the Andras part but that makes it even worse!! He knew Feyre for like 2 seconds before UTM and he STILL tried to help her even tho she killed and skinned one of his friends. Rhys mentioned before how some of his questionable actions were for the sake of his court and people melt over it but for some reason, Lucien can’t do the same. Even when, in my opinion, he hasn’t done anything nearly as bad. It’s just ridiculous how people will absolutely love one character and hate the other when they’re all morally grey. I’m personally not a fan of Feyre or Rhys after SF but I can understand why they did most of the things they did but I will never forgive them for the way they treated and continue to treat Lucien”

“I definitely agree, I made a post a couple days ago about Tamlin because I think even he is treated unfairly by Feyre, Rhys and everyone in the IC. And if I were Lucien, I wouldn't betray the one person who saved my life and took me in for someone I barely knew, for someone who killed my friend and hated everything I was just a couple months ago. Not to mention, he did try to help at one point and got shut down by Tam immediately. Idk why he was expected to give up everything for somebody he wasn't even friends with, let's be real.”

Just a little taste of why I could give 0 fucks about Feycien..His whole fanbase is trash minus the few Tamlin and Feyre stan’s that still simp for him. This is a new post full of comments JUST like these ones. This is a daily thing for Lucien stan’s just like Nesta & Tamlin stan’s Feycien girlies..Like him no matter what but his fans could give two fucks about Feyre

“Feyre’s ugliness toward him in ACoFaS really made me not like her. This poor guy can’t catch a break.”

“but my number one reason is the way she treats poor Lucien.”

“then was for whatever reason expected to put his life and world at risk to get her away from his best friend??”

“I made a post a couple days ago about Tamlin because I think even he is treated unfairly by Feyre, Rhys and everyone in the IC. And if I were Lucien, I wouldn't betray the one person who saved my life and took me in for someone I barely knew, for someone who killed my friend and hated everything I was just a couple months ago.”

Oh these people are fucked in the head. They can’t be serious. For all their talk of “not babying the inner circle because they’re centuries old and they should have been more knowledgeable about how to handle Nesta” they sure do love to blame a 19 year old girl for the actions of centuries old men. These are the same people who say anything Nesta says or does to the inner circle shouldn’t be taken seriously by them because “she’s a 25 year old child🥺”

“Poor Lucien” this nigga isn’t a baby. What’s this obsession with infantilizing him? They say we infantilize Feyre by calling her Nesta and Elain’s “baby sister” (even though she is. Feyre is the youngest making her the baby of the family) but they’re out treating this 300+ year old man like a child who’s been wrong by the world.

“And if I were Lucien, I wouldn't betray the one person who saved my life and took me in for someone I barely knew” do these people realize that they’re admitting that they would sit back and watch someone be physically abused if they’re friend was doing it? They’re seriously it a “betrayal”?

The saddest thing about this is I know a lot of the people behind the accounts saying this are women. Grown ass women at that.

[tigereyes45]

Hi,

I wasn’t sure if this message went through the other day, so forgive me if you did get it.

Purple is one of my fav colors too. I also love green. From Mint to dark forest green.

I started watching TWD after season 3 started, so I binged it then caught up and have watched it ever since.

For me, I think the Cherokee Rose scene (where Daryl gives it to Carol) was the moment that sealed my shipping of them.

Can you believe the end of TWD is coming to an end? I can’t believe there is only 1 ep left. I am still excited to watch the new shows that will continue the story of some of our core family. Maggie, Daryl and Michonne and Rick. I am sad that Carol won’t be with Daryl in his spinoff. I just hope they give our ship a moment to say a goodbye in TWD finale. (Update: the finale is over). What are your thoughts on it?

Are you excited for the spinoff shows too?

Your Caryl Secret Santa CSS

❄️🎄

Hello again.

Sorry I received the last message and thought I had responded. 🤦‍♀️

Season 3 was a good time to watch the series and catch up. Plenty to binge without it feeling overwhelming.

The Cherokee Rose scene is such a classic! It's the truly fundamental moment of their whole dynamic. If not for that moment we wouldn't have one of the best relationships in the whole show.

It is extremely hard to believe that the show is actually over. I know there will be the spin-off series but still! The main show is done! I'm sad but also happy with it. After all I can't complain much my remaining top five characters all survived. 1. Carol 2. Daryl 3. Michonne 4. Maggie and 5. Ezekiel XD (Morgan would have been on that list if he was still in the main series at all towards the end.) Overall things could have been done better but I'm glad that they didn't write off any chance of Carol eventually joining Daryl in the spin off. I think after all their highs and lows the last two seasons, this makes sense. It gives them space and if the actress ever decides to come back she can! So I'm happy with it. Also that last moment of Daryl telling Carol that he loves her! AHHHH!!!! I loved that! I literally squealed! I wanted her to say it back, but it's fine. I'll take what I can get at this point. 🤣 Did you enjoy the finale?

I'm kind of excited about the spinoff shows, but I'm trying to not get my hopes high. We'll see how they go. What do you think about them?

#the walking dead #twd #caryl #caryl secret santa #ask #answered #twd carol #twd daryl #daryl dixon #carol peletier #twd finale spoilers #twd spoilers

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Dream Eater - Chapter 11 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Silence, demon," Oran snaps. "You will die regardless... either burned clean by Fire or slain by sacred blade. A defiled Key cannot be allowed to exist. The choice is Dantalian's."

At the use of his old name, something changes in Damien's face.

His expression is blank and cold as stone and he doesn't look my way.

"My duty is to the Key," he says. "If it can be purified, I will see it done."

"You fucking bastard."

I back away from him.

"You swore you'd protect me."

Someone at my back grabs me around the chest and I feel a cold blade at my throat.

Damien casts me a glance and I see something like fear in his eyes but I also see resolve.

"Very well," says Oran. "Let it be done then."

He steps forward but Damien holds up a hand.

"Wait," he says. "I will do it."

"Good," Oran agrees. "It is as it should be."

He points to a seal engraved in the stone floor beneath our feet.

"This will keep the fragment from departing. It will stay trapped within the remains of the body until a new vessel can be prepared.

Damien nods and I glare at him as he turns towards me.

Blue fire races over his body, down his arms and gathers in his hands. I'm shaking but I hold his gaze with steadfast fury.

I can't stop him from killing me but I don't have to make it easy on him.

The person at my back steps away and Damien places his hands on either side of my face.

The Fire doesn't burn... at least not yet... and he meets my glare with a look that's oddly soft.

"Alex," he says gently. "Close your eyes."

I'm about to be burned alive by unholy fire and I feel really sorry for myself.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to think he might actually care or that there was a chance he might...

"Alex," he says again, so soft it hurts. "Please, close your eyes."

If he doesn't want me to watch him kill me, maybe he shouldn't have offered to take the job.

"Do you think he would forgive you?" I ask, voice hoarse with suppressed tears.

The faintest of smiles curves the corners of his mouth.

"For what I'm about to do? Yes. I'm sure he would."

Fine.

My heart breaks, my tears overflow and I shut my eyes.

Blue fire blazes around me, so bright I can see it through my eyelids but it doesn't burn.

A loud rushing sound fills my ears and I feel a weight on my lungs that cuts off my breath.

Then there's a weird pop like a sudden change in air pressure and I fall.

It feels like I fall a long way, spinning as I go.

I lose track of time and I drift like a bit of flotsam at sea.

Gradually I come back to myself.

I'm no longer falling and everything is quiet and still.

I blink and open my eyes and find myself in the strangest place.

I'm lying in Damien's lap.

His arms are around me and he's leaning against the base of a tree, head tilted back and eyes closed.

We're in a forest and it looks like home... it looks like Earth.

He feels me stir and opens his eyes.

I nod and suddenly I feel really stupid.

"You crossed realms again," I say, stating the obvious and he nods. "You didn't kill me."

"Of course not. Did you really think I would?"

He looks genuinely surprised.

"Yes, I fucking thought you would," I snap and then because I'm dramatic that way, I throw my arms around him and start crying.

He holds me, waiting patiently while I sob and shake and drip tears on his shoulder.

When I'm all cried out, I release him and wipe my face.

"Sorry. I really thought I was gonna die."

"Alex... I'm the one who should be sorry. If you really thought that, then I haven't been clear with you. I know Sakariel is gone. The love I felt for him and the pain of losing him, will never truly fade but he isn't coming back. He's gone. You're here. I hope you can forgive me for seeing him in you but I also see you for yourself. I see Alex and I love him."

"You said that was impossible," I counter. "You said you couldn't love me."

He leans forward and kisses me between the eyes.

"I lied. I don't sleep with people I don't love," he says.

The tears threaten to return, so I force my mind towards more practical matters.

"Where are we?"

"Earth. The Pacific coast of North America. Another dead zone," Damien's voice is gentle and quiet, like he's speaking from a place of deep peace.

"What about... the rebellion?" I ask. "What about all your old friends and Azael and the Key and the Abyss and... everything?"

He shakes his head.

"We're done with that," he says. "I'm finished with wars. With cosmic struggles. I'm on my own side now. I'm with you."

His arms tighten around me.

After a minute, he sighs.

"People say I led Sakariel to ruin but it was always him leading me. I would have followed him to Hell. In the end, I did but he had his own guiding star and it wasn't me. It was his ideals, his... destiny. I believed in our cause, of course," he says. "But all I really wanted was to be with him and for him to be... happy."

I think back on all the dreams I've seen and I can't remember Sakariel every really smiling.

Then again, all I saw were Damien's nightmares.

I'm sure they had lots of happy moments together, too.

Still, it makes me a little sad and I lay my head on his chest.

Partly because I want to comfort him and partly because I feel exhausted.

I've gotten used to the feeling of jumping between realms but it leaves me drained anyway.

"Alex."

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry you thought I was going to kill you."

"Pfft," I laugh.

"Do you want to go home?"

I look up at him.

"Are you kidding me?"

He shakes his head.

"No. This dead zone is the closest. It'll take a while but we can be back in the city in a few hours if we can get someone to give us a ride."

"What about... Oran. Won't he follow us?"

"He has no idea where I went. As long as I don't use my power, no one will find me."

I'm not totally sure I believe him but I really want to.

Several hours and a ride in the cab of a logging truck later, we reach the outskirts of the city.

Somehow, Damien has managed to hold on to his human wallet and gets us a taxi.

When we pull up in front of his apartment building, I pause.

"Azael's people..."

"Will not have waited here for days on the off chance that I might return. We'll be safe here. At least for the moment."

I follow him inside and have a weird sense of déjà vu as we ride the private elevator up to his penthouse suite.

I'm too tired for much more than a shower and bed but he stays with me all the way.

When I fall back onto the soft mattress, feeling warm and clean and happy to be alive, he falls with me.

He kisses me almost chastely, his lips barely brushing mine.

I say 'almost' because the look in his eyes is anything but.

"Let me do something for you," he says.

"Like what?" I ask, squirming as his fingers brush the ticklish skin below my ribs.

His hands move to the band of the borrowed briefs I'm wearing and slowly pull them down.

Leaving a trail of kisses, he makes his way down to where I now ache with need and takes me in his mouth.

Several intense minutes later, I lie gasping and spent and taste myself on his lips as he makes his way back up my body and kisses my mouth.

I can feel his own need pressing against my thigh.

"What about you?" I ask. "I'll..." I start but he cuts me off with another kiss.

"No," he says. "Not tonight. That was just for you."

"Damien..." once more, he silences me with his lips.

"Alex. I told you once that I'm sworn to protect the Key. That I'd do everything in my power to protect it and destroy anyone or anything that tried to take it away from me but that's not why I'm doing this and maybe this is history repeating itself. Maybe I'm damned a thousand times over for it but I don't love you because you're a part of him. I love you because you're you. My little demon. My dream-eater."

He searches my eyes. 

"Please, Alex... say that you're mine."

I look up at him, heart wavering on the edge of a knife.

On either side lie abysses of unknown depth.

I'm going to lose my balance either way, so I pick one.

"I'm yours," I say.

[casspurrjoybell-23]

Berserkr - Chapter 3 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Pitchforks and Hay Bales

Valie breathed heavily, whispering sweet nothings to Sigge and Ahren who were currently raging in their stalls at the sounds of destruction that surrounded them from all angles.

It was more than a relief to the Omega when he had finally slipped across the pathway and into the barn undetected and he didn't waste a single moment before gathering his best friends into a tight embrace, tears clumping his long, multicolored eyelashes together.

"I know you are scared... I'm scared too," he murmured shakily, pressing kisses to each of their muzzles before burying his face into the soft tresses of Sigge's white mane.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying with all his might to drown out the screams.

"I am so sorry that I cannot protect you, I wish..."

The distinct sound of heavy footsteps interrupted his sentence and Valie choked on a terrified gasp.

The quick suck of breath confirmed the heady taste of Alpha, particularly potent and so much more powerful than what he'd sensed earlier by the tree line.

The Omega wanted nothing more than to fall to the ground and curl up at the sheer level of virility and dominance that oozed onto his tongue.

So that was exactly what he did, the uncontrollable intensity of the emotions currently tearing through his psyche weakening him against the incessant calls of his inherent nature.

But luckily a sense of self-preservation still lingered somewhere in there too because before he scrunched himself up behind the partially deconstructed bale of hay that he had started on that morning, Valie grabbed the pitchfork that he had also discarded earlier that day, clutching the handle so hard that he was sure that his knuckles would burst right through his skin.

The footsteps grew closer and Vali's breathing grew quicker.

Then, the crucifying bang of the front barn door hitting the wall behind it nearly left the Omega paralyzed in his spot.

He held his breath completely now, not willing to risk his instincts throwing him directly into the lap of death.

"Odin, please give me strength to protect Sigge, Ahren and myself. If I am to meet you today, I pray that you welcome me to the gates of Valhalla," Valie muttered, voice barely audible so as not to give away his position.

It was a simple and quick prayer but a necessary one.

Valie may have been an Omega but he was far from weak, at least mentally.

If he was to fight this Alpha, he would do so without sacrificing a single shred of dignity, fighting for himself and those that he loved until the bitter end.

And if he was to be slain in the midst of battle, he could only hope that Odin would give him a warrior's welcome to the hero's afterlife.

He counted the Alpha's steps in his head, eyes fixated on the space on the other side of the hay bale.

His breathing skyrocketed to new heights when a shadow finally revealed itself, the dismal reality of his situation weighing heavy on him like a shroud.

This Alpha was gigantic, with bulging muscles and humongous stature more than evident in his shadow alone.

Valie shuddered, chewing on his bottom lip and banging his head onto the hay bale behind him as he suppressed the need to cry.

There was absolutely no way that he could beat someone like this.

Especially with nothing other than an unwieldy pitchfork that was practically the same height as himself.

This was it. His fate was sealed.

He could only hope that Tofa would forgive him for breaking his promise after he was gone.

Valie didn't have much time to completely lose himself to the pits of despair though as the shadow grew closer and closer.

His lungs burned from lack of breathing, knuckles bruised atop his makeshift weapon and mind whirred as he accepted that the time had now come.

He had to strike now, while he still possessed an upper hand on the element of surprise.

So, with a high-pitched war cry of his own making, Valie shot up from his hiding place, charging directly toward the source of the shadow with his pitchfork at the ready.

The Bjørn's head swiveled toward the direction of the unexpected sound, although he remained thoroughly un-phased by the faceless figure that was currently engaged in a negligible attempt at self-defense.

Many people had tried to fight against him with an endless number of weapons but even he had to admit that a tiny Omega with a giant pitchfork was a first.

But it didn't matter.

Either way, this faceless Omega would be dead within the next few seconds, with or without his farming tool.

Einar surged forward, intending to simply snatch the weapon and end this with a quick and easy snap of the neck.

But what he did not expect was for the Omega to switch paths, ducking behind a horse stall and swerving around the corner.

The pain in his bicep was sudden and sharp and the Alpha looked down to see rusty metal sticking out from a fresh, bleeding wound.

It was far from enough to incapacitate him and was quickly remedied with a quick grip and tug of the pitchfork's metal end but it was enough to make Einar decide that he might need to approach this kill with a little bit more care than previously anticipated.

Valie's entire body burned with exertion as his lungs begged for oxygen, eyes wide with horror as the Alpha barely even flinched at his attack and instead just tugged the metal from the depths of his skin as if it was nothing more than a splinter.

At the beginning of his attack, the Omega hadn't really had a solid moment to take in the Alpha but now, teetering on the very edge of death, he slowly lifted his eyes.

Even his own shadow didn't do this man justice.

This Alpha was miraculously tall and broad, towering at least a foot taller than himself.

Every inch of his body was laden with a thick layer of muscle, scars crisscrossing tanned skin in a pattern that told silent stories of years in battle and shoulders that seemed to go on for miles led Vali up to an incredibly heart-stopping yet alarmingly empty face, as if all joy in the world had been sucked out of his very soul.

And then there was the blood. The Alpha absolutely dripped with it, most of the thick, crimson liquid obviously not his own as it splashed across his body and face in an uneven mosaic.

It was a sight straight from a bonfire horror story, yet through it all, sparkling blue eyes framed by long tendrils of dirty-blonde hair that had escaped from a plaited knot atop his head pierced through the core of him.

This man was a gorgeous angel of death and Valie soon found himself much too caught in his gravity as his moment of astonishment was immediately taken advantage of.

Einar advanced once more, making sure to cut off all of the Omega's potential exits this time as he backed him into a corner.

He was such a small thing that it was exceedingly easy to trespass into his personal space, trap the Omega's breakable wrists against the wall behind him and press a thumb firmly into a tendon that would open his hand and make him drop the weapon.

But just as the clatter of the pitchfork falling to the ground registered in Einar's ears, something within him shattered.

The places where his hands made contact with the Omega's wrists burned him as... all at once... his suppressed nervous system came back online.

It was a wonderful kind of burn, one that forced him to reckon with his own existence as he snapped right back into his body, fully aware of the world around him for the very first time since his youth.

Suddenly... Einar could feel.

He could hear everything... smell everything.

It would have been way too much for him to handle if it wasn't for the way all of the fog slowly lifted from the forefront of his long incarcerated brain and a work of art emerged from the space in front of him.

And just like that, no longer was this Omega just another faceless victim among the masses.

He had never seen anything like him, the unique, bi-toned skin and hair of this man locking him in a trance so great and overwhelming that the Alpha couldn't help but lean in, desperate to absorb every little bit of information that his newly awakened senses could gather about him.

This Omega's features were gentle, the slopes of his high cheekbones and the plumpness of his multicolored lips drawing Einar in like a moth to a flame.

He smelled like a delectably strange mixture of hay, seawater and caramel and his inner Alpha raged, emboldened with the urge to press up against his scent gland and bite.

He'd been bred with a countless number of Omegas throughout his life but nothing could have prepared him for the way his instincts set out on a rampage at the man before him.

Einar blinked. Instincts? Rampage? Bite?

There was no way.

In fact, despite all of the evidence that led him to one conclusion and one conclusion only, he prayed that what he was experiencing was not what he suspected it was.

Einar had witnessed this process multiple times and each time he was reminded of what lay ahead if he were ever to find his fated.

Many of the other slaves Guiscard's bond had once found their mates but rarely were they ever lucky enough to be granted the privilege of staying together.

After all, a slave was a slave and the point of their existence was to obey orders until they died or were sold off to another master, not to live happily ever after.

In fact, there were times that he'd witnessed Guiscard kill his fellow Berserkr's Omegas right in front of them, the Beta becoming somewhat drunk on the way it made his Alphas fight like savages... truly living up to their Berserkr titles as they lost touch with their own humanity and therefore killed at a much more efficient pace.

However despite the fact that he had witnessed it over and over throughout the years, for some reason Einar never really considered that one day, he could be staring in the face the same cruelty himself.

And now that he was here, he wasn't sure what to do.

[gnattyplayssims]

1918 Pt2 - News From the Battlefield

The day the letter came it was Lizbeth who got the mail. Despite not being able to read, she could tell the letter was important by the seal and the swirly writing. "I wonder what this is?" She thought as she examined the envelope.

"What do you have there, Sweetie?" Elena asked when Lizbeth came inside.

"A letter. It looks important." Lizbeth held the letter out to her mother. "Is it for Aunt Mari?"

Lizbeth couldn't know the way Elena's heart jumped when she saw who it was from. "Thank you, Sweetie."

"Elena, by the time this letter reaches you, I may be gone. It's funny how staring Grim in the face changes your perspective and I realize suddenly how much I've failed you and our children. There is so much I regret. So much I wish I could have done differently..."

"When I first saw you I thought convincing your dad would be the hardest part. Winning your heart turned out to be harder. Maybe I should have left you and let you be happy. I'm sorry for being a boy you didn't deserve. I hope you can find a way to forgive me. Your Husband Daniel"

Finding out Daniel was gone had been hard enough, reading his final words filled Elena with confusing emotions. What was she going to do now? She couldn't survive without a husband. What about the children? Where would they go? Could she go back to Del Sol?

"Mama?"

Elena started as a small hand settled over hers. "Mama don't cry."

"I'm fine, Sweetie. What are you doing up?"

"I had a nightmare. Mama, did daddy get hurt?"

Elena didn't know how to tell her daughter but she didn't want to lie to her. "Sweetie...daddy isn't coming back."

"Did Grim come for him like he came for Grampa?"

Lizbeth's words broke Elena's heart and she quickly wrapped her arms around her daughter. "That's right. Daddy loved you and Kye very much. He was a hero. But we can't control who Grim comes for"

"I know he loved you too, Mama"

Hezekiah was still too young to fully understand his emotions. And Marianna's cruel words had damaged the boys trust. Even his mother had difficulty getting him to talk "What are you doing out here all alone"

"I like to watch the weeds grow"

"Kye, what's going on? Talk to me"

Kye didn't know why his mom was in his space. He liked coming out to the garden to be alone and sort through his thoughts. Aunt Marianna said he needed to grow up and that a man sorted through his own problems. He didn't want to burden his mom with childish nightmares.

Elena sat down next to her son, "Lizzie, said she told you about your dad."

"He's really not coming back?"

Elena shook her head. "He was a brave man. I want you to remember that. He loved you both"

He didn't know what he felt but he knew he wasn't sad like his mom was.

"Mom, if dad isn't coming back does that mean we're going to stay here forever."

"There are a lot of things we still have to figure out. Aunt Marianna is very generous."

That's not at all how he felt about it. "I can be the man of the house!"

"I'll keep that in mind, Buddy"

Kye's conversation with his mom didn't make him feel any better. His sister was the only one who seemed to understand "I don't like it here Lizzie"

"I know. Be strong just a little longer. Mama will figure it out"

"Are you sad about Dad?"

"No, I'm sad because it makes mom sad"

1919 Pt1 - Kicked Out

#mizrahi legacy #burnished generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

[weltonreject]

14/01/2021. 01h19min

my beloved Mitchell,

I hope you are well. I've seen the post abt your writing class and I'm very happy for you. Seeing you write, the way you write, makes me excited abt my own art too. I hold your words close to my heart everyday and hope one day I will be buying books with your name on the cover.

If you are any curious abt the beach, it was very nice, I can't swim but I went really far into the water bc the sea was very calm, I also got sunburn but I'm fine haha. Maybe if one day we write real handwritten letters to eachother, I can send you a seashell. The sea and the summer got me thinking abt a loved one, abt how scared I'm of being open to people... the golden light that shines during the summer is the same one that blooms love. It scares me.

Anyway, how do you feel abt mermaids?!

-the lover.

Dearest Lover,

Good morning! I write this just before I start my errands of the day. The sun is out and it’s a beautiful day. Hope the weather is the same wherever you are xo. I also hope that your art is thriving and blossoming-- it makes me so excited to hear that my writing gets people hiking up their own proverbial craft sleeves. The world needs more art-- and my world needs your art even more! And if you (and anyone reading this) is ever still interested when I publish my first book, you all will get signed copies I swear to God. I have all of you to thank for even getting me here.

I actually really love mermaids? I’m from a shore town so they’re just part of my childhood lore. One of my favorite books as a kid was The Tale of Emily Windsnap (have you read it?!) and I still want to write a mermaid book to this day but fantasy is very much out of my wheelhouse at the moment, but maybe one day!! What are your thoughts?

I would love a seashell one day-- we can trade. And, to be a Poet on Main, that bright sun blooms love but also, can be just for you. It is a private warmth even though it covers everything. It’s so personal on how it crosses your face and your skin. It can be shared, or it can be kept to yourself for a bit longer knowing though, that everyone has the same secret! The safety is knowing it will never be too foreign to anyone, the same way we all have the same heart in us, just different words... And there’s my poetics for the day.

Posting my love post-haste,

Mitchell K. x

#the lover #i didn't make a new seal i'm sorry love forgive me! #also when i move i would love to start some penpalmanship #xoxo #sending everyone morning love #Anonymous

[zerstorerin]

Cold Crash (Pt. 1)

Summary: Din cares for a hypothermic reader after crashing on the ice planet.

Warnings: Mentions of spiders, hypothermia, and Din being a slightly spicy flirt.

Word Count: 3.5K

Comments: I hope you're craving caretaker Din as much as I do. It seems all my fics have an injured character trope... Awkwarddd. Do we want a part two??

About a year ago...

"What's your worst fear?" you asked Mando. You'd been in hyperspace for hours now, and though the beskar-clad warrior had mentioned the trip to the Core planets would take upwards of a few days, you hadn't expected to be so... bored.

"I'm not afraid of anything," he replied. He was clearly unamused at your feeble attempt to pass the time.

"Bantha shit!" you cursed, tucking your legs up in your chair. "Everybody's afraid of something. I'm afraid of spiders."

Mando scoffed. "Spiders?"

You reached over and cuffed him across the helmet as you tried to stifle your own giggles. "Hey! It's not funny. It's a completely valid fear."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." Your laughter died out as old trauma surfaced in your mind."I, uh... I got bit by a spider as a kid. Turns out, it was poisonous, and I would've died if my dad hadn't rushed me to the medbay like he did." Mando's figure stilled in the pilot's chair. "I had recurring nightmares for weeks. My- my dad would wake up and rush into my room, helping me check my arms and legs. And then he'd stay with me all night, watching for spiders. He'd be right there the next morning with bags under his eyes."

Mando didn't talk for awhile. Only the beeping and soft hum of the Crest lingered between you two.

He finally spoke up when you'd almost dozed off in your chair. "Droids."

"Hm?"

"I'm afraid of droids." He looked over his shoulder, as if waiting for a response.

But you would never judge him for that, nor did you want to pressure him to tell you why— if there even is a why. Who ever said fears had to be justified? So you waited.

The Mandalorian correctly read your silence as a message of acceptance. He stood up from the pilot's seat and made his way over to you.

And then he knelt and bowed his head, causing you to freeze. "I'm not ready to share my story yet, if that's okay."

You immediately relaxed. "Of course, that's okay—"

"And I'm sorry for laughing." Mando's helmet raised, and you could've sworn he was looking you in the eyes. "I had no right to make a joke of your fear after you were brave and kind enough to share it with me. Ni ceta."

He already had your forgiveness, even if he didn't think himself deserving. And you knew he always would, because even then, you were head over heels in love with the beskar-clad warrior.

Present.

When he woke, Din's first thoughts were of you and the Child. You two were always his priority and would be until his last breath.

His second thought was about how cold it was in the ship. A thick layer of frost coated his beskar, essentially gluing him to the dashboard, and his joints felt stiff.

He looked over his shoulder to the passenger's seat to check on you, but he saw the frog lady unconscious on the floor instead. It took him a moment to remember why, still disoriented from the crash.

You had been cooking for the kid when the New Republic officers had shown up, which meant you were down in the hull when the ship had crashed.

You and the kid were in the hull, where the ship had likely taken the most damage.

Peeling himself from the dashboard, ice and metal snapping apart, he called out your name.

No response.

The frog lady groaned as she woke up, her purple skin a sicker shade of lilac from the freezing temperatures. Din lifted her to her feet, helping her to settle against the wall.

She croaked at him, and he knew that she was worried about her family— just as he was worried about his.

"I'll find your eggs. Don't worry," he assured her. "Gotta get you some blankets,

keep you warm."

Fear flared in his chest. The cockpit had stayed sealed, but it was still cold as ice. If the hull had been penetrated, you would be hypothermic— no. He forced the suffocating feeling from his mind with reasonable thoughts. The little kitchenette Din had recently installed on board wasn't far from

the sleeping compartment, so it was possible you had been able to lock the kid and yourself in. You'll have some bruises from getting banged around, but you'll be okay.

He climbed down the ladder, taking in the sight of snow blowing into the hold through a gaping hole. He cursed under his breath, then yelled for you again. "Riduur!"

Din turned around to the tiny bedroom and tapped the control panel. The door slid open to reveal no sign of either of you.

"Where are you?" he asked, and with each moment that you and the child went unfound, his heart rate increased.

The frog lady said something to him he didn't understand directly but guessed it had something to do with her family.

"Hang on, I'm looking for your eggs!"

His heart sank, knowing his answer was a half truth. He was certainly keeping an eye out for her eggs, but his first priority was to his aliit.

Avoiding sparking wires and fallen boxes, he crossed the hold to a blanket that was moving suspiciously and making swallowing noises. Pulling the blanket back confirmed that his son was indeed snacking on more eggs, but he was safe.

"No! Your mother told you not to do that," Din scolded as a bit of the worry eased from his body. He shouted, "Found them!" up to the frog lady and closed the incubator.

The kid pushed the last egg into his mouth.

"How many did you eat?"

The green little monster only guiltily burped in response.

The frog lady came down the ladder to the cockpit, and Din allowed her to take the incubator into her arms. She croaked, raising one hand and drawing a line back and forth around your height.

"No, I haven't found her yet." He gestured to the kid, who was now playing on the fallen boxes, completely unaware of the dangers they all were in. "Can you keep an eye on him?"

She said something in frog language he understood to be an agreement.

On the outside, Din had managed to appear calm, but on the inside... he was terrified. This hull wasn't that big. He'd already have found you if you were still in the ship. So all that was left was the absolutely horrifying conclusion that you had been thrown from the ship at some point during crash. You were out in that snow somewhere, and his earlier fear was slowly becoming reality.

Din ducked as he stepped out of the hole in the hull, and all at once realized just how deadly the brazen winter really was. He focused on his breathing to keep his body from going into shock, and started to search through the wreckage and other things thrown from the ship. There were several storage boxes, some of his tools, and his old cape—

It was your cape now, though. After he had gifted it to you, you never took it off.

He knelt began to dig, desperately trying to uncover the rest of your form. "I found you, cyar'ika. I'm here." He dug out your shoulder first, then carefully traced it to where your head would be. He kept swiping away layer after layer of snow, now more gently as he neared your face. Your eyelashes appeared first, then your nose and mouth, and then he was pushing his hands under your head to pull you out of the snow and to his chest. "I got you, riduur." But you didn't stir, not even as he lifted you into his arms and carried you back to the ship. He was most worried about the fact that you weren't shivering like you should be.

"Blankets! I need blankets!" Din ordered, every muscle in his body now trembling with the fear of losing his wife.

The kid noticed his momma in his father's arms and his ears drooped to his sides, but he nonetheless scurried as fast as he could to the sleeping compartment to find you a blanket. He put his tiny green fingers on one and pulled, crying out when he realized he wasn't strong enough.

Din laid you down on the floor of the Crest, looking over to see the frog lady helping your son with the blanket. Turning his attention back to you, he ripped his gloves off his hands and brushed the remaining snowflakes from your face. "Riduur, wake up."

Your skin was as cold and pale as the frozen wasteland outside of the Razor Crest, but it could've been worse. Luckily, the snow that covered you had actually acted as an insulator, keeping your body heat trapped around you. The warmth of his bare hands massaging your cheeks roused you from your unconsciousness. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to open them, and your blue lips parted to heave in a full breath. "The kid... is he—"

"He's fine. He's—"

Right on cue, your son laid his head on your chest, cooing in worry. "He's right here." The frog lady passed Din the blanket, which he laid over you and the kid.

Your eyes opened in the kid's direction, taking note of his presence, then closed again. "Din... cold... I'm cold." Consciously or unconsciously, you nuzzled your cheek into his palm.

"I know, riduur. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

Your lack of response told him your body was again dragging you into sleep. He needed to keep you awake not only because you were hypothermic but as a precaution in case you incurred any head injuries.

"No, no. You can't go back to sleep. I know you're tired and cold," he said gently as he nudged you into a seating position. "But you have to look at me. Open your eyes."

For the first time since he found you in the snow, you looked directly at him, staring into his visor right where you knew his eyes would be. "Hi," you breathed out.

"Hi," he chuckled, brushing a piece of wet hair out of your eyes. He pressed his fingers to your neck to check your pulse. It was slower than he would've liked, but not yet too slow. "I need you to stay awake, mesh'la."

You smiled faintly and put your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to nuzzle your face in his neck. "Can we go to bed?"

Amnesia and confusion— common side effects of hypothermia.

Din wanted to cry, wanted to take off his helmet and cry so you could wipe away his tears and tell him it was okay. You were so cold and confused and cloudy-eyed, and it physically hurt him inside. "No, we can't go to bed."

"Why not? What's... what's wrong?" You pulled away, eyebrows scrunched and a frown where your beautiful smile was but a moment ago.

"We crashed on an ice planet escaping the New Republic soldiers. You..." Din swallowed, trying to hold back his tears. "I found you in the snow. You're hypothermic, so I need you to stay awake. Can you do that for me?"

Under his helmet, a few tears streaked down Din's face as he watched the realization set in on your face. Unable to watch any longer, he turned his gaze to the kid who was still cuddling his mom with droopy ears. "You can help your buir stay awake, right ad'ika?"

Your little green bean gurgled, an unhappy but confident sound, and climbed onto your lap.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? I'm going check out the Crest and patch up that hole to keep the snow out. Stay awake, mesh'la." Din tilted your chin up with his hand, tapping his thumb twice on your lips— his way of telling you he wanted to kiss you when he couldn't remove his helmet.

"Love you," you told him.

"Love you." He repeated his tap once more.

—

You offered the kid a piece of the dinner Din was forcing you to eat even though you weren't hungry. He said it was to keep your metabolism burning calories which in turn would keep your core temperature higher, so you had agreed to try and eat even if every part of your body felt frozen.

The kid took it graciously, popping it into his mouth before reaching onto the plate and shoving a piece toward your mouth instead. You chuckled and opened your mouth to let him push it in. "Did your buir put you up to this?" you said as you chewed, earning a giggle from him.

That warmed you up a bit, and you could only continue to let him hand feed you with how happy he was to help.

The blanket covering the hole in the Crest rustled. Din entered, and his first glance was to you. "How much has she eaten?"

"I'm right here," you scoffed, feigning offense.

The kid ignored you and chirped some nonsense, but after shoving one more piece of food into your mouth, picked up the plate to show Din that it was empty.

"Good job, ad'ika," Din praised, patting his son on the head. "If you hadn't guessed, we're in a tight spot. The main power drive is not responding and the hull has lost its integrity. I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls. I'll have a better idea of our prospects at that time."

He began to remove his armor, piece by piece, setting it in a near pile near one of the portable heaters. You scooted forward to help remove his leg armor, starting with his shinguards and working up to his cuisses.

"Are you that excited to get me naked, mesh'la?" Din said lowly.

Your face felt hot as you slapped him on the thigh and widened your eyes at him, even if you couldn't stop the smile on your face. "Riduur!" you scolded, jerking your chin to the frog mom and the kid. "You better keep those thoughts to yourself or you can sleep at the other end of the ship."

"Won't be a problem, mesh'la. I had plenty of

practice before we married."

Your eyes narrowed as you internally wondered just how long he'd been keeping those thoughts to himself.

Din left only his helmet on and seated himself beside you. He then patted his thigh, silently letting you know that there was an opening available.

Not only were you hypothermic and in need of more warmth, but you were never one to pass up an opportunity to cuddle with your husband, so you were quick to settle yourself in his lap facing him, one leg on either side of his hips.

You had just laid your head on his chest when the frog mom started to croak urgently.

"I'm sorry lady, I don't understand Frog," Din responded as he covered the pair of you in a blanket. "Whatever it is, it can wait until morning. I recommend you get some sleep."

You watched the stranded mother place her own blanket over her eggs. If you were gonna have to stay awake all night like Din told you—

"You can sleep now," he murmured as if he could sense your thoughts. "I'll have to wake you up if the heaters turn off, but you should get some rest while you can."

"Only if you promise to sleep, too." When he doesn't immediately respond, you lift your head off his chest and stare right into his helmet. "Din, you need to sleep, too."

"I'm not tired—" he started to protest, but you knew better. You'd been taking care of him for over a year now. Just because you were hypothermic doesn't mean you forgot Din neglected both meals and sleep before you came along.

"Do not start with me, riduur," you scolded, glaring up at him through your lashes. The look was a warning, and it was clear that Din understood by the way his helmet fell back against the wall. "The last time you rested for more than five minutes was before we arrived on Tatooine. You cannot take care of everyone else if you don't take care of yourself."

"Okay, okay." He nudged your head back to his chest, brushing his fingers through your hair once, then again. "I'll sleep."

"Thank you," you murmured.

His gloved fingers trailed to your neck this time, where he tapped his thumb twice and then made small strokes back and forth. Din whispered, "Thank you, mesh'la," placing such sweet emphasis on 'you' that your heart ached for him. He had said it like... like he didn't deserve it. "I... didn't realize you paid such close attention."

"Of course I do," you said. "You do such a great job of taking care of me and the kid, so it's my job to make sure you're needs are met, too. You're my riduur. I swore a vow to you." You tightened your arms around him. "And I plan on keeping it."

He squeezed you back. "Speaking of needs—"

You pinched his arm, causing him to flinch. "What did I say about keeping your thoughts to yourself?"

"I was only going to say to let me know if you needed another blanket," he groaned.

"I'll believe that when banthas fly."

—

"Wake up, Mandalorian."

Din pulled his gun out of his holster and rolled you underneath him before he was even consciously aware of what was going on. You clutched tightly to Din's arm as you woke, eyes wide.

"This cannot wait until morning."

You blinked away the sleep fog. The robotic voice was coming from Zero, the droid who had assisted in the attempt of Din's capture on the New Republic prison ship— and almost killed the kid.

"Din—"

"Do not be alarmed," the droid said. "I bypassed the droid's security protocols and accessed its vocabulator."

You sat up to peek around Din's shoulder, and you realized it was the frog lady speaking. She held a microphone wired to the droid.

"What the hell are you doing?" Din holstered his blaster, but he kept his arm firmly placed over your torso. "That droid is a killer."

"These eggs are the last brood of my life cycle," the droid translated. "My husband has risked his life to carve out an existence for us on the only planet that is hospitable to our species. We fought too hard and suffered too much to resign ourselves to the extinction of our family tree. I must demand that you hold true to the deal that you agreed to."

"Look, lady. The deal is off," Din said. "We're lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives."

The Frog Lady croaked into the microphone again. "I thought honoring one's word was a part of the Mandalorian code. I guess those are just stories for children."

Din bolted to his feet, so rigid that his shoulders didn't even move with the labored breaths coming through the modulator. You could only guess how frustrated he was feeling right now— the past week had worn him down to exhaustion. First, it was the business with the beskar hunters, then the krayt dragon, and now this.

You slipped your fingers into Din's clenched fist, giving a soft squeeze.

"This was not part of the deal," he said.

You tugged gently on his hand and stood up. "C'mere."

Din followed you across the hull, his movements softer and less rigid the moment you were in his sight. "Riduur..."

You hushed him. "Just breathe with me."

After taking one deep breath in, you were surprised when Din curled one arm around your shoulders and cradled your head with the other. His grip tightened like you were the only thing keeping his feet on the ground, as if without you, he might drift up into space. He took the next breath with you and then a few more after that.

"Riduur," you murmured, keeping your voice low and soothing. "You're right. None of this was part of the deal, so you don't owe her anything by creed or by code. And I hate to ask you to do more for us than you already have, but what if it was our kid?"

Din cupped your cheek, lifting your chin up to look into his visor.

"What would you do if it was his life on the line?" you said quieter, glancing over his shoulder at your precious green bean. "She's just a parent, riduur. Like we both are. Don't we owe it to her to try and save her eggs?"

Din rested his helmet against your forehead. "You're right, mesh'la," he said. "I love and hate that you're always right."

"Yeah, well," you giggled. "One of us has to be the brains, right?"

Translations (Mando'a - English)

ni ceta - I'm sorry

riduur - spouse

aliit - family

cyar'ika - darling

mesh'la - beautiful

masterlist

#mando x reader #mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian #mando #mando x y/n #mando x you #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x you #din djarin fic #star wars #pedro pascal

[books-and-catears]

Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

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[ungaroyals]

i just need to see wilmon hold hands, hug and kiss and be happy in s2 and i am worried the love triangle gonna take away that from us

I am terrified of this tooo, BUT think of how quickly things moved in season one. I'm sure s2 will be the same and we won't have to suffer for long. But your mentioning of hands, hugs, and kisses made me feel things, so I wrote this. I hope it makes you feel better lol.

For this little drabble, I imagine that there's been a period of time where Simon and this new character (who I've named Noah) become friends, and Wilhelm grows increasingly jealous. There's been a fight where everything came out, and they realize they still care for each other.

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Wilhelm tangles his fingers with Simon's, breathing deeply, letting his mind get lost in how the boy's skin smoothes against his own. He's craved this for so long. He's ached to reach out and take Simon's hand in his, to fall into the boy's touch without limitation.

"I'm sorry, Simon," Wilhelm whispers, peering down at the boy through ashamed eyes. Expecting nothing but judgment in return, but it's the furthest from what he sees. Wilhelm should have known better–Simon has always been good at forgiveness. Wilhelm just hopes this will be the last time he has to ask for it.

Simon draws his fingers from Wilhelm's hold and reaches to scoop his hands around the back of Wilhelm's neck. He presses their bodies closer together, leaning back to look Wilhelm in the eye. "I'm sorry too," Simon breathes with disappointment.

Wilhelm ponders the response, confused as to what Simon could possibly be apologizing for. He tilts his head in question, "Why are you sorry? You've done nothing wrong." Wilhelm frowns, hating the way the boy refuses to meet his gaze, staring past Wilhelm's shoulder.

"I should have told you who Noah was to me," Simon whispers, "I don't know why I let you think I had feelings for him, I just–"

Wilhelm sighs, closing the space between them and wrapping his arms tightly around Simon. Encompassing the boy in as much comfort he can, sealing them in their own world where their breaths can fall in rhythm. It's the closest than they've been in months and the best way Wilhelm knows to show Simon that they're okay. That he's not angry.

Simon still hasn't fully returned the hug, but he can feel it when the boy gives in. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of Wilhelms neck, his ear resting on Wilhelm's shoulder. Simon's hands wrap carefully around Wilhelm's middle, sighing as he pulls him closer, and Wilhelm melts into the boy when he does.

He never wants to go this long without being able to touch Simon again. The boy has a strange power in releasing the tension in Wilhelm's body with the simplest gesture. Everywhere they touch, Wilhelm can feel himself falling deeper into a world without care, without the Crown and his title, a world with only them. As long as he has Simon, nothing else will ever matter, because Simon will be there, and neither of them will have to face the world by themselves.

"I'm sorry, Wille." Simon sniffles.

Wilhelm can feel wet splotches pooling in the crook of his neck where Simon's tears fall, and his stomach sinks. Despite everything in himself, he pulls back from the curly-haired boy and silently entangles their fingers, guiding them to the edge of Wilhelm's bed so they can sit facing each other.

"We both did thing's we're not proud of," Wilhelm sighs, not in defeat but rather with sadness, knowing how messed their world has become. "But we both know the truth now, and we want to fight for each other." Wilhelm makes a point to keep Simon's eyes locked on his to make certain the boy fully understands how serious he is. "I promise you, Simon. I will never hurt you like that again. I was scared and confused. I didn't know what I wanted, but I do now. I want you. Every bit that you'll give me." There's a mark that falls from Wilhelm's cheek and it fades into his sleeve, combining with the tears that have already fallen.

Simon lets out a shaky breath that he must have been carrying the weight of this entire time. "Oh, Wille," he whispers, eyes flickering across Wilhelm's face, expression softening the more he does. Simon moves to cradle his hand on the back of Wilhelm's neck, and he guides their lips together, meeting for the first time in months. As they kiss Wilhelm's chest doesn't feel so empty. It feels full. With hope and comfort, all things Wilhelm thought he wasn't allowed to have

He knows there are still so many things they need to talk about, but for now, Wilhelm just wants to let himself be happy. He returns Simon's kiss, pouring every bit of love he can muster into it, hoping that Simon can feel every ounce.

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Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out as nb

Including Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers (peepaw, RZ) and Jason Voohees

(Forgive me if its OOC)

Bubba Sawyer

I believe it's his first time hearing about non binary people, and he would find himself intrigued by your explanation. He doesn't know how to explain it, but he understands in a deep way.

He would 100% support you and correct others that missgenser you, even if he cannot use words, he would make sure that they get the message

Bubba loves you by you, he just cares for you happiness and nothing can change that.

I'm sorry but Bubba goes by he/they/she and none can change my mind.

Bo Sinclair

He's kinda lost, but wouldn't stop you while explaining, he would pay genuine attention (even if he tried later to deny it)

Living in a forgotten ghost town means that a lot of information and gets lost in their way there, istg this man still believes that pluto is a planet, but that doesn't stop him from trying

After that day you would find him practicing your preferred name till he gets it right, he doesn't want to make you feel bad or getting missgendered, even if its all new to him

Believe me when I say that this man would do wrong any visitor that tried to mock you in any way.

He would also try new things with you if you wanted to, painted nails, cutting your hair or letting it long, trying new clothes? You name it.

Michael Myers 2018

It didn't surprised him, he pays really good attention to you, and your comments about yourself. If he hear you using they/them pronouns on yourself too much, that's the way he would refer to you in his head.

He would only get annoyed if you thought he would be mad at you by this. He feels that he's lucky he even got you in a first play, wdym he would he pissed by this?

If someone hurt you, made you feel dysphoric or missgendered you on purpose, they're dead. 100% under ground.

He may be old, but you cannot tell me that he's that old.

Michael Myers RZ

Wouldn't see a problem with it, he would just till his head trying to understand a reason why you felt like this was change anything

Seen you this vulnerable, opening up about something this important is what reminds him why he loves you, because he knows that he can be as vulnerable with you.

Would just get near and rest his forehead against yours, in his little own way to tell you that it is all fine

You identifying as nb won't change his feelings for you

If he sees something with nb flag colors in it, he's taking it, it's your now, nono, it's yours. Don't ask where it came from, take it.

Jason Voorhees

Expect this man to steel books about gender expression and read them just for you

Would 100% be by your side from day one. And even write you down little nb jokes in your lunch or notebooks to cheer you up

"What do you say when your nb friend is feeling down? Their their"

He's trying his best, please remind him that he's doing it great

OMG, SEAL!!! (Can I call you Seal?)

Never apologize for being OOC, we embrace OOC on this blog. I'll absolutely admit right now my Michael's are probably very OOC, but I have fun writing them, and that's what's important at the end of the day. You should start writing, Seal 🥺❤

I GOTTA DISSECT THIS AND APPRECIATE IT ALL!

Bubba might not understand 100% right away, but he's supporting you regardless! And as you said, he definitely feels a connection with you on this topic. Bubba isn't a very confrontational guy, but if anyone misgendered you or tried to make fun of you, he's right there next to you to defend you. 😤 Bubba absolutely goes by he/she/they! 🥺❤ And if any if his family say a word about it I'm gonna throw hands 😤 I think we can all agree Bubba absolutely gets himself dolled up and beautiful some days 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I wonder if he'd let me help with his makeup 😍

Bo is definitely behind on the times, but his heart is in the right place. He might not fully get it yet, but he's gonna support you all the way. He's always so mad at himself if the old name slips off the tongue, but it's definitely not intentional. His apology smooch earns him forgiveness 😌 He'd absolutely make sure his brothers are calling you your preferred name too, and if anyone who wanders into this town disrespect you? The smooth act drops, he gets you out of there first before killing them right in the middle of the road. Vincent won't be able to make a sculpture, but he didn't want to look at them anymore anyways. Omg, imagine Bo letting you paint his nails too? 🥺❤ Maybe only black, but I think he'd let you once, and then he'd realize how much he likes his nails painted. He won't admit that to anyone but you though.

You're right, Peepaw isn't that type of old. If anything, I think he'd also have a connection deep down. Gender was never really something Michael thought about. He knew he was a man, but did he feel like one? Truth be told, he doesn't know what being a man is supposed to be. All Michael knows is that he likes to be un-percived by the public, simply referred to as a Shape. While it is not the same, he would understand not wanting to be referred to by a gender. That's why he's upset when you tell him you were worried he would be mad. He could never be mad about something like that, and like you said, he's so lucky to have you in the first place. What you identify as is never going to change that! Whether you change your name, change your look, Michael is still going to love you. If you want new clothes or jewelry, he's on the hunt for it. If anyone dares even give you a nasty look? They'll never find their bodies. He doesn't know how to tell you properly through words, so he hopes you know from all the things he can do for you.

When RZ Michael sees how vulnerable you are when you come out to him, he immediately knows he can trust you with his own inner demons. If your confession pushes you to tears simply from relief after he didn't reject you like you feared he would, he will hold you close and let you cry it out on his chest. He'll even shed a tear of his own, but you won't see it. Not yet. After your body stops shaking he will lift your chin so he can press his forehead against you, and give you a small kiss on your nose. It's the first time he's ever been so intimate, and it's because he wants you to know he still loves you and supports you, he just lacks the words to say it. Nothing changes for him. You're still you. One day he found a nb flag and stuck it right on the house. Just so the neighbors know. And he'll make sure to do plenty of threatening with his knife if anyone has anything to say about it to you. Also, he's another one who'd let you paint his nails if you wanted to...

Oh Jason, my beloved 🥺❤ He is not afraid to admit he doesn't understand, but he is going to learn. If you're willing to explain it over and over, he is going to pull over a chair and listen. If you're busy, he will find another source to learn from. Leave the forest if he must to find another source. He is your number one supporter, through and through. He's right there on the bed as you show him your new looks, always giving you his support through eager head nods and thumbs ups, but don't forget the kisses and twirly hugs 🥰 Oh my god yes, he would make little jokes like that to cheer you up! 😭 He knows he's helpless to protect you from any assholes you encounter at work or school, but he hopes his little notes reminds you he's still there for you, even if everyone else turns away from you 🥺 He loves and cares for you so much because you do the same in return, you accept him for all of him, even what's under the mask. Your gender identity is never going to make him feel differently about you. He never does these things for you to get a thank you, he might even try to discourage you from trying to thank him for being such a good lover, but he melts very quickly under your kisses and a nice firm hug 🥺❤

I loved this entire post, thank you so much! 😭 I can't get enough of these soft slasher headcanons. These made me smile so wide. And no worries, I know who dropped this lovely thing in my box, even with the missing emoji 😉

#asks #🦭anon #this soft fluff was very much needed today thank you 🥺❤ #slasher x reader

[asknarashikari]

Minific idea: Sentai peepz tell the stories of how they were turnd into villains, temporarily. (Takeru in the Goseigers vs Shinkengers), (Misao in Zyuohger), (Right, technically using the powers of the enemy?) (Takamichi from Kiramager)

Well. There's the Formerly Evil/Brainwashed/Went Berserk or Crazy/Fought My Friends Support Group...

"...A support group. For formerly brainwashed heroes?" Takeru repeated. "You're not serious, are you?"

"I wish I wasn't," Tsukasa replied. "It was originally founded by some of us Riders, but we started inviting Sentai people some time ago," he explained.

"...Oh." Takeru replied. "You're part of this group, I presume?"

"Comes with the 'Destroyer of Worlds, Former Leader of Shocker' territory." Tsukasa said wryly. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, but I just thought I'd bring it up, when I remembered about that... incident of yours."

"Ah." Takeru was silent for a moment, looking pensively at the magenta-lover. "Does it help you? Being in this group?"

Tsukasa regarded him, then nodded. "...Yeah. Honestly, it helped me a lot."

"...I'll think about it," he said finally, after a long moment. "When and where?"

Tsukasa smiled. "I'll text you the details."

~0~

A few days later, Takeru sat awkwardly in a small Tokyo café called the Cous Coussier, in what curiously looked like a group therapy circle. Only, it seemed like none of the attendees were therapists, just "patients" like him.

Tsukasa gave him a short nod from across the room, which he managed to return stiffly. Takeru also recognized a few of his fellow Sentai heroes scattered about- was that all of the Kyouryugers at the snack table? And what was Right doing here?

"Are you new here?" Takeru jumped at the voice that came up from behind him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright." Takeru said as the other man took a seat beside him. "Yes, I'm new here. Kadoya-san was the one who told me about... this."

"Whoa, Tsukasa did that? Didn't expect that from Pinky..." he whistled lowly. Takeru chuckled at the nickname. "Oh, I should introduce myself. I'm Fukamiya Kento. Swordsman of Lightning and Kamen Rider Espada."

"Shiba Takeru. Shinken Red, of the Samurai Sentai." Takeru said in return. "Nice to meet you, Fukamiya-san."

"Call me Kento," he waved off. "After all, we're here to commiserate about having done some pretty shitty things, formalities be damned." he said wryly.

Takeru blinked at him. "...Should I ask?" he questioned. "I mean... the reason..." he trailed off, not knowing how to put it politely.

"Why I'm here?" Kento said, knowingly. Takeru nodded numbly. "Well... the long story short, I was sealed in a magic sword, saw the love of my life die and the apocalypse over and over, went a little crazy, and decided sealing the swords my friends use to fight evil was the only way to stop it." He snorted, self-decrepatingly. "Not one of my finer moments."

"...Oh. That almost makes what happened to me fairly tame." Takeru admitted. "I was captured by the enemy and brainwashed to fight my friends. I also nearly killed my kouhai while I was it." He sighed. "I did bring it upon myself, though- if I only called my friends earlier, I probably would've spared them a lot of grief."

"We don't really do that here. Compare how much better or worse what happened to us was, that is." Kento explained. "We just try to help each other cope with the things we've done. And forgive ourselves, maybe." He looked at his hands. "I'm pretty shitty with that last one, admittedly. But... I think one day I can."

Takeru chuckled, clapping a hand on Kento's back. "I guess we're in the same boat on that regard, friend."

#samurai sentai shinkenger #shiba takeru #kamen rider decade #kadoya tsukasa #kamen rider saber #fukamiya kento #minific #hxmxbros #i'm sorry i just needed to write about my fave swordboy #because i miss him so dearly

[lovemxnot]

Worth the burn | Hwang Hyunjin

Firebender! Hyunjin x Avatar! Reader

Letters burned the scroll in your hand, reassuring words etched on them, scorching their presences into it.

“The city is great, they greeted me with much fanfare, and I’ve been having fun with Hyunjin and the others, like old times.

I feel more like myself than ever. Don't worry about me, mom and dad, I'm fine. I feel like I'm truly, finally healing.”

A pang of guilt surged through you, but you shoved it away, ignoring its lingering presence. Sealing the envelope, you gave it to the man standing impatiently next to you.

“The fire nation, I’m assuming?” He sighed, Referring to all the past letters you have sent.

“Wouldn’t bet otherwise.”

You were healing, perhaps not the same way you had mentioned in all of your letters, filled with nothing but the pure lies, but you were searching for a way- a way to forget, forgive, and move past what was done to you.

Forgiveness never came easy to you. Everyone around you pestered you into accepting the situation that you may never be the same avatar you used to be. But they had no idea what you were going through; no one did- after all, you were the only avatar alive.

It was humiliating how every day, you got up to move only for your legs to fail you despite daily visits to the most skilled healers.

At one point, you had hope, you could feel your legs again, and day by day, you were getting better until eventually, you learned how to walk again, but it all crashed once you tried combating and could barely throw a punch without images flashing, looming shadows engulfing your vision, sending you straight back square one, flashbacks so strikingly vivid it made you quiver down in terror. You were so ashamed, felt so weak and... helpless. How the once-great avatar’s mind turned against her becoming her gravest nightmare.

But You’ve had enough of wallowing in self-pity. You left your parent’s home, leaving the fire nation to sail to republic city, the city where your nightmare was born, the city where your friends reside, in hopes of confronting your fears and healing. And that was truly your plan, but it went astray.

“The match starts in five minutes, move to the ring,” the announcer reminded you.

You pulled yourself out of your head, wrapping the bandages tighter on your hands. Getting ready for your next match. You can feel the ground shake. The roars of the people at the stands pump your blood.

Today’s opponent was a new one. Never heard of it before; fresh meat. New to the game, alas, putting you at a disadvantage as you knew nothing of them or their bending element. Hopefully, it's not another lava bender. Those injuries of that fight alone had another nightmare simmering in the process.

And although you've mastered all four elements, you choose to fight with the one you were naturally born with-fire.

You stood behind the metal door, secluding you from the ring, hands going up to position, feet grounded, breathing in, then out. It wasn’t your first match, but it always feels like it is, no matter how many times you tried to nerve up.

As soon as the bell sounded, the doors slid open you shot a belt of fire to where you knew your opponent stood. Hoping to catch them by surprise.

Your opponent, on the other hand, skillfully blocked your advances while remaining idle in his place, silky red hood up- the signature of the fire nation, hair covering his eyes, shadowes concealing most of his face.

“What's wrong pretty boy? Afraid to fight?” You baited. The crowd's yelling got louder. They loved it when opponents ridicule each other. You surged another blast of fire their way, but they, once again, blocked it as if they already knew your next move.

“Come on, you know you gotta use your hands to fight, right?”

Nothing.

“Here, let me help” you looped a hoop of fire around their hands - or at least tried to before they counterfeited the attack and sent you flying. Body slamming the jagged wall with a thack that pales compared to thunder. But you were used to it by now.

“Alright, now you want to play, pretty boy? "

Using the tiniest amount of airforce, you air bended your way to them faster than they could blink and attacked. But all you were met with was hands blocking your every move.

Their movements were so familiar to you, you obstructed all of their attacks just as well as they blocked yours. It was more of a dance than a fight at this point, every move mirroring the others.

There was only one person that knew you that well. and oh god, did you wish you were wrong about this.

The red streak you glimpsed on his cheek supported your thoughts even more. There was only one person you knew that had that scar. A harsh exhale - laced with a little bit of airbending- blew his hood off, revealing what you wished was not true.

The tiny breeze blew his dark locks out of his face. Giving you a glimpse of his face.

No.

No. No way.

You knew those dark locks. You've run your hands through them enough times to know how they feel even without touching them.

"Hello Y/N"

“Hyunjin...? what are u doing here?!” You knew someday you might run into one of the figures of your past. It was inevitable after all, but not this soon and definitely not him.

“Why, when I heard the avatars look-alike was fighting in underground battles of the lower rinks of basingse I just had to come and get a glimpse myself!” Mockery slid fluidly through his sly smile, “and would you look at that? You do look like her! If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought it was you.”

He was furious, you could tell, even though he masked it with amusement in his voice. To the average eyes, it looked like nothing other than two old friends reconciling. But to you, you knew his blood was boiling by the crinkles of his eyes, the air so thick between you that even airbending it wouldn't help,

Hyunjin was your childhood best friend, and your firebending mentor's son.... and boyfriend. Well, technically, your ex-boyfriend now, seeing as you disappeared on him after the incident, didn't write any letters back for the past year letting him knew you were still breathing.

“Get out of here, I'm not going to fight you” you let your arms rest, blood running cold, fire distinguishing from you. Back turned, you head back outside the arena. You can faintly hear the crowds gasp in shock over the thoughts running in your head. Speaking of your head, it almost got completely scorched with a blast of fire sent your way had you not sensed it early enough and twisted on your hands to get out of its reach.

“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to run away. Not again ” He was heaving. He hadn’t moved a step, but he was seething. Another burst after burst was shot at you. “I waited a year y/n! " Oh, how you longed to hear him call your name for so long, but not when he was saying it out of resentment "a whole year just to hear something- anything from you! “

“Hyunjin- stop. I'm not going to fight yo-“

“I. spent. Two. Months. Searching. For .you” fire punctuating every word.

“ Hyunjin i-"

“I thought you were dead !” He punctuated with a blast. This one was charged with so much grievance that the fire was a searing blue. You were not as lucky as before at dodging it, mind catching on to the malice dripping from his voice. Had you not been burned, you would have noticed the tears welling up his eyes.

“Ah,” you hissed in pain.

“You never wrote me back!! But you wrote to Felix?!”

Felix was a mutual friend of yours. A non-bender that you’ve always been very fond of. A younger brother you never had.

“I didn’t know what to say!” You fired back this time, making it his turn to dodge, body ablaze with so much heat you felt it coming out of every limb.

“A simple ‘ hey I'm still alive, by the way, I want to break up with you’ would’ve done!”

“That's the avatar?” “ no way” “ they have a bounty for her head” the mob outside the arena started to murmur, but none of it registered with you.

“ i - I couldn't.....” your resolve faltered, arms dropping. Forgetting completely about the stupid match and the bystanders.

“But you could ghost me for A YEAR and three months?” He scoffed, “ not that I was counting or anything.” He added sneeringly.

“Ever thought I didn’t want to be found?” You snapped back. You had no right to at all. But it just... everything made you snap after the incident. Blame it on insomnia or the delusion or whatever, be it. It drove you crazy. Everything irked you, the sounds of footsteps, the numb feeling you would get in your legs sometimes, the breathing of the person standing next to you- everything aggravated you, you felt your resolve holding on to a thin thread.

Hyunjin, filled with so much fury, lashed on you once again. This time you blocked it, but it drove you roughly back into the unpolished wall. A rock that was jutted out of the wall struck you exactly where you were terribly injured in the attack that incapacitated you. A jolt of electricity crept through your body.

Pictures, more vivid than ever played before your eyes, legs feeling numb, horror swimming in your blood next to the burn of lighting that struck you. Body lying limp, you felt soft hands reach for your face.

“Y/N!” It was the same.

All the same.

You pushed Hyunjin out of shot, and it struck you midair.

The same face that found you after being utterly destroyed, peering over you, with terror and tears etched so deeply in his scarred face.

“ I'm sorry. I’m sorry,” he kept repeating like a mantra, hugging your figure closer, face resting in your neck.

“Please,” he sobbed, “ come back to me.”

Everything was foggy. Was it your eyes or the arena? You had no clue over the video looping in your head.

Lighting, as beautiful as it was, struck you so hard, slipping so gracefully out of your opponent’s fingers, dancing in your nerves, jolting your heart to a stop.

" I'm here." A soft voice pierced through the fog, glints of black and red becoming clearer the more the voice spoke. "I'm always here."

Hyunjin’s pained scream filled your ear” No, No, Chan- please do something! Heal her !”

“I can't lose you again, Y/N.”

Deep brown eyes broke through the fog, followed slowly by the rest of his figure. Hyunjin. That was hyunjin talking to you. The boy you were madly in love with. The boy that never gave up on you. Your eyes welled up seeing him so close- feeling him up so close again.

Fingers softly held your cheeks, your own clenching onto his silky red robe. He didn’t have to speak; his eyes spoke a thousand words. You hid from them in his neck.

"I didn't want you to see me like this," you mumbled into him, tears spilling.

His arms wrapped tighter around you, afraid you’d slip right through if he loosened an inch.

“Let’s go home.”

He didn't need to take you anywhere because right now, you felt more at home than ever.

#woah its been a hot minute since i last wrote #this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i decided to let it get some air :) #stray kids #skz #straykids #stray kids imagine #skz fanfic #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fic #Straykids avatar #skz imagines #skzinc #skz blurbs #skzwriters #straykids fanfic #hyunjin x reader #straykids x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #hwang hyunjin #bang chan

[sweetestlamb]

You Can’t Just Leave Me

Summary: The Han family is a force to be reckoned with. 

Author’s Note: Writing this chapter made me smile, I hope reading it as the same affect on you all. Thank you to everyone who supports this story and leaves comments (or my silent readers). I appreciate you all and I am so thankful that you like this brainchild, I’ve just been winging it- never expecting to be on chapter 7 on something I initially planned on being a one shot. You all made it come this far, enjoy chapter 7!! Beautiful header by @ewolfwitchwisegirl text message created by Junjin fairy @prodmina

The apartment is eerily quiet following Su-ah's departure, he hadn't intentionally tried to eavesdrop but it was hard not to overhear their sniffles through the door. Then hours later the usually bubbly girl had exited the room with red rimmed eyes, he'd never seen her cry before in his many years of knowing her. He was awkward in the face of it, not used to comforting anyone besides Ju-Kyeong. 

Their conversation was clipped and it was clear that Sujin hadn't opened up about what happened. The Su-ah he knew would be making plans to sabotage her father, if she knew the full story.  She'd left with the final words, "Take care of her." He nodded without hesitation that was his intentions, he just needed to get her onboard with his plan to do that.

Taking a deep soothing breath he walks over to knock on the door.

"Sujin-ah, can we talk?" He asks, pressing his head against the door. Ready to plead if need be, she hadn't been answering him since being here. He never saw her come outside, but the food he brought would just disappear hours after he placed it. He waits patiently before reaching out his knuckles to knock again, but when the door suddenly opens he takes a quick step back surprised to see Sujin's face. It's clear she's been crying. He looks away, it's a bit unsettling to see her like this. Too raw.

"Let's talk in the living room." He suggests quietly, stepping back and walking towards the couch. Nerves easing minutely as he hears her soft footsteps behind him. He slides into one corner of the couch and watches as she sits on the opposite end. An awkward silence bellows around them as he stares at his hands and she stares at the ceiling. They have both never been the most talkative on a good day, but now it’s painful. 

He clears his throat stilling when he feels her eyes on him, waiting. He had this speech planned in his head for days but now that the moment is actually here, he's terrified. Too nervous to say the words he wants to, does he even have the right to apologize to her now? Does she even want his late apology or will she brush him off? He wouldn't blame her one bit, it had taken him too long and he still hasn't even forgiven himself, how could he expect her to forgive him? 

"Thank you."

He almost misses the quiet utterance because he's so lost in his own self deprecation. They are staring at each other now eyes locked, his own wide in bewilderment.

"What?" He responds caught off guard, he didn't expect Sujin to speak at all-much less for those to be her first words.

"You heard me. Thank you for letting me stay here and for not pressuring me to talk about it."  Sujin awkwardly squirms in her seat, glancing away from him before darting back and she gives him the courage to finally saw what he wanted- no needed to.

"I'm sorry." It's his turn to watch the shock form on her face but he presses on before she can question him. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, I knew what was happening but I didn't know how to help. I understand now that just being there would have been enough, you just needed a friend. I'm sorry I wasn't one."

A slight weight lifts off his shoulder and his heart, he's not free but he's one step closer. One step at a time.

"You didn't do anything wrong. We were just kids, what could you have done? It's okay, I never expected you to save me. How could you when you were dealing with your own pain?"

She's giving him an out, and logically she's right the pain of losing his mother crippled him for years. It was still weighing heavy on him to this day but he doesn't want an out, he wants to be accountable. He would rather her rage than her understanding.

"I know you didn't need a savior, but you needed a friend. Am I wrong? Were you okay dealing with everything on your own?" It's a low blow he's aware and the way her eyes narrow further confirm that his question isn't appreciated.

"Am I wrong?" He repeats and watches as the ice around her eyes melt away glacially, too many emotions flashing in her dark orbs- anger, sadness, disappointment, broken acceptance each emotion cutting at his heart.

Leaning forward he grabs at the folder on the table, he's already come this far might as well go all the way now.

"Here." He hands it to her, she raises an eyebrow taking the thick object. "Open it," he nods at the folder watching quietly as she breaks the seal and pulls out the documents, eyes scanning the papers before realization settles.

"Emancipation?" She whispers, now staring at him unblinking he can feel the heft of her undivided attention.

"Yes, we've been doing research and I think the best bet is for you to get emancipated." He winces at himself as she glares at the use of "we", he should have left that out with how distant they've been; she didn't even know that Seojun was the one providing the meals she seemed to love. She might stop eating them if she knew, she was so stubborn sometimes. 

She leaf's through the pages, carefully looking over the document and he sits silently awaiting her reaction.

"He would never allow this. You know that." It's said with certainty as if she's accepted her fate long ago, probably thought of this very option herself and then talked herself out of it.

"I'm going to ask her father to help, he's been supporting your father all these years. If he knew the truth..." He trails off letting her finish the rest and she barks out a humorless laugh, it sounds more like a sob.

"You want to tell your father? They have known each other for years, why would he believe me?"

"He's my dad. He'll believe me. We have to at least try." He pleads now desperate for her agreement. It wasn’t the right thing to say, he knows that instantly. 

Instantly she stands up, slamming the documents on the table the ice restoring around her eyes. "I was fine all those years you were wrong.  I'm not doing this, I don't need your dad's help." She spits the word "dad" like it's poison on her tongue, storming off to the room and slamming the door shut.

He sighs, defeated leaning back onto the couch. He sends a text to his father and Seojun. He failed. 

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Guilt eats at her following her outburst, she wasn't mad at Suho despite her harsh words. She can blame her anger on many things but she's self-aware enough to know that it's a defense mechanism; she was jealous. It was ugly and grotesque, but she cannot stop the way her blood boils when she sees others with parents that care. 

He's my father, he'll believe me.

That would never be her reality, Suho and his father had been able to reconcile and restart their broken relationship. That would never be her truth, her relationship with her father would never resemble something healthy and despite her efforts to repress her true feelings, it hurts. The little girl who desperately wanted to make her dad happy and proud still hadn't died.

She feels stupid, the biggest fool on the planet. How can she still be looking for love from someone who has never shown her anything but hatred? She’s the one with a problem here, she knows that. 

She shouldn't have lashed out especially after his apology, that must have taken true guts and she had thrown it all back in his face. She tries to make amends but every time they cross paths she freezes up and escapes to her borrowed room instead. It continues on for days with him still bringing food to her door and the combination of their kindness is too much for her. She doesn’t deserve it from either of them. 

Tugging on her jacket she leaves the apartment hastily with only a small note on her door. She needs some space to think without feeling suffocated.

Gone for a walk.

It's just her luck that it's raining outside, only a drizzle but it coats the world in a thick fog and it's hard to see. The biggest benefit is that nobody can see her, she just needs time alone to think. 

The idea of emancipation wasn't new to her, she had considered this option before but in the end she discarded it. Her father wasn't someone she would simply leave, he would drag her back kicking and screaming. He had instilled long ago that she was his, it was pointless to have dreams or aspirations, she just needed to follow his orders. That was her purpose. Being an obedient dog. 

Suho's plan also called for revealing her pitiful life, what if she went through this ordeal only to lose and not be given emancipation in the end? No. She couldn't make herself that vulnerable at least now she had her dignity, only two people knew about her secret. It might not be much to others, but her dignity was everything to her; it was all she had left.

Sighing loudly at the skies she mentally curses the weather, maybe it's poetic but all of her worst times have been bookmarked by the rain. It must be a metaphor for her life, damp and cold with no warmth in sight.

Stopping to sit on a bench she stares up at the gray skies before closing her eyes, accepting her fate. "Fine, rain on me. I probably deserve this." Cool raindrops roll down her cheeks imitating tears and she can feel the moisture seeping into her clothes and siphoning her heat.

"Unnie?" She jumps at the voice, sounding too close and she shifts away when she opens her eyes and is greeted by the large bespectacled eyes of Gowoon. The younger girl smiles sweetly, covering her with a pale blue umbrella with ice cream cones decorating it. It’s too innocent and too young the antithesis of everything in her life. 

"Unnie! What are you doing in the rain? You're getting wet!" Gowoon grabs her arm tugging her to her feet using her umbrella to shelter them both. She's shocked when she doesn't bristle at the unexpected and too familiar manhandling. She almost rolls her eyes, what was it with the Han family and finding her during rainstorms? 

"Come on, my house isn't far. I'll make you some soup so you don't catch a cold." The other girl doesn't wait for her reply before she starts pulling her down the sidewalk. She sputters but feels her feet following obediently.

"Oppa is working late, so he won't be there to bother us."

Her heart defiantly jumps at the mention of him, she hasn't seen him in a week. She has dozens of unsent messages to him, cowardice has rendered her fingers useless though. 

"That's good." She lies, "So it'll just be us two?" She's not quite ready to meet any other members of the Han family.

The other girl nods absently, easily easing them into a riveting conversation about a boy at school who won't leave her alone. She offers to beat him up if he keeps on bothering her to which Gowoon laughs gleefully before squealing, "You sound just like Seojun oppa!" She glares at the comparison watching entranced at the young girl's uncontrollable giggles. When was the last time she'd laughed so freely? She had no recollection.

Gowoon wasn't lying and within minutes she's staring at the apartment she's only seen once before. That feels like a lifetime ago.

She immediately regrets her inability to say no to persuasive girl later when they are greeted at the door.

"Gowoon, sweetie is that you?" A maternal voice calls out and she instantly recognizes it, stiffening in the doorway. Stepping back she starts thinking of excuses, but her tongue is too heavy in her mouth and she's too slow as the woman comes around the corner halting her escape. 

She blinks unhurried as the older woman gapes at her clearly not expecting to see anyone besides her daughter.

Gowoon breaks the silence, her voice nonchalant, "Hi mom! This is my unnie Sujin, she's the one who saved me the other day! Is it okay that I brought her here for dinner, I found her in the rain!" Gowoon makes it sound like she picked up a stray puppy outside, but she knows the other girl means no harm. 

Her skin prickles at the question, anxiety filling her stomach without her permission. She's waiting for rejection. For Gowoon’s mother to say that it is not okay and she would rather eat with her daughter without a stranger intruding. 

"Of course! I didn't realize it was the same Sujin." Gowoon looks confused by her mother's statement and she feels embarrassment swarming in her belly. Oh no. She has to stop her before she reveals too much, Gowoon knows nothing and she wants to keep it that way. 

"I didn't realize you knew Sujin too, isn't this Seojun's cru.."

"Classmate!" She suddenly interjects staring at the woman with pleading eyes, she's not ready for Gowoon to know about her brothers “feelings”. She's trying her best to forgot them too.

They both stare at her and she squirms under the scrutiny, before the older woman puts her out of her misery. "Yes, Seojun mentioned her before I didn't realize she was the same person that helped you. Thank you." She freezes as the woman embraces her hand, smiling at her warmly as she thanks her. She can only stare in response, nodding dumbly.

"Come on unnie! I'll get you some warm clothes, you'll catch a cold if you keep wearing those."

She lets herself be tugged into the younger girl’s room. Just like Gowoon the room is bright and vivacious, wall covered in posters and books littering her table. It looks completely normal and it makes her ache, her own room was militarily decorated with nothing out of place and no evidence of her personality. Since she was young her father would inspect it and punish her if anything was untoward. She had stopped trying to make the room look lived in after seeing poster after poster thrown down. 

"Here unnie. You can borrow this." Her eyes bulge at a familiar blue shirt with a puppy on the front. "I know it's so embarrassing but oppa got it for me, it's really warm though." In the end he'd gotten her to wear the ridiculous shirt, she reluctantly goes off to change into the top and leggings. They are the same baby blue hue, making the outfit look like a set. She's thankful the boy isn't here to see her.

"Well don't you look adorable?" Seojun's mom coos at her when she finally comes out of the bathroom, she desperately wants to disappear. The woman must notice her ruby cheeks because she turns with a smile calling out to her daughter, "Gowoon! Come help with dinner!"

Now changed too, into cactus pajamas the younger girl bounds out grabbing an apron and tying it behind her back.

"What are are we making?" She curiously peeks over her mom's shoulder. The air between the mother and daughter is comfortable, the two leaning into each other naturally as they discuss what to make for dinner. She observes with a heavy heart as Gowoon easily puts her head on her mom's shoulder and the woman strokes her cheek lovingly. Something inside her throbs in response.

"Do you want to help?"

Shaking her head to clear the longing she looks at their mom, who's looking back at her with soft eyes already holding out another apron.

She can't control herself her yearning is too large, she stands without hesitation walking to the woman, sucking in a breath when the apron is placed over her shoulders and then tightened snuggly.

"We're making wonton soup. Have you ever made dumplings before sweetie?"

She looks at Gowoon waiting for her reply but then realizes that both pair of eyes are on her and oh, she's talking to her. She called her sweetie. Swallowing thickly she shakes her head before replying, "No. I've never made them before." She waits to be berated or at least chastised for her lack of culinary skills, her father always said a woman's place was in the kitchen.

Nothing happens. The woman hums before smiling again, she's always smiling it's so pretty. She wishes she had the courage to say the words aloud. She doesn't.

"You can help Gowoon chop the vegetables for the filling. Then we can mix it with the ground pork and I'll show you how to make the dumplings." If the woman is disappointed at all at having to teach her she's doing an incredible job of concealing her frustrations.

She accepts the knife when Gowoon hands it to her, both of them working on a wooden cutting board. They've gotten into somewhat of a rhythm slicing the chives and carrots finely for the filling. She'd never chopped vegetables before but their mom had casually stood behind her shocking her so much she almost dropped the knife, but the older woman had easily caught the utensil before holding her hand and manually showing her how to tuck her fingers and mince the vegetables. She froze before imitating the woman, she was good at replicating acts.

"That looks great sweetie! You're a fast learner!" The woman praised her turning back to the broth and adding more seasoning liberally. She preened under the attention smiling shyly before Gowoon shouted out loudly, "What about me mom? How do mine look?" They both looked at the younger girl's unevenly chopped chives and carrots, next to Sujin's perfectly identical veggies all in an even row. The difference between the two is stark. 

"They look fine dear, they'll be hidden in the dumplings anyway." Her mother tries to soothe her ego, patting her shoulder before turning back to her soup dismissively and a burst of laughter explodes from her chest at the offended look on Gowoon's face, her cheeks are red and her mouth is turned down in an exaggerated frown. The younger girl looks positively livid that her mother is not similarly singing her praises and she starts to defiantly chop more vegetables, only to have them come out even worst; even more lopsided and haggard. 

She tries to tamper her laugh but when the younger girl starts whining, crying about how her veggies were “cousins not siblings” she loses it, clutching at the counter for balance. She feels the air bursting from her lungs as she clutches at her stomach, laughing harder when Gowoon glares at her pout on her lips. The older woman joins her rubbing her daughter's back as she cries about her dignity, and then Gowoon looks at them both laughing at her and a smile spreads on her face and soon they are all laughing in the kitchen, soup bubbling beside them as a delicious aroma permeates the room.

None of them hear the front door opening or a deep voice announcing its arrival.

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He's cold, tired and wet. Once again missing the forecast for rain, he really needed to start carrying an umbrella around all the time. What was up with the weather lately anyway? Why was it raining all the damn time?  He absently thinks of a certain someone and hopes she's somewhere warm out of the rain. They always seemed to meet when the sky was pouring and raging. 

It was hard not contacting her but he wanted to listen to her requests and respect her wishes no matter how hard it was for him, it was also getting pathetic being the only one fighting for this. She hadn't outright rejected him after his confession but her silence was an answer in itself and he wanted to respect that. He wasn't too manly to admit that he was hurt, and he was reeling from being pushed away so many times already.

So he followed his mother's advice, he'd given her something that he knew she needed and expected nothing in return.

All week he'd been waking up early to cook for the girl, reading recipes off his phone  fluffy cat headband on his head keeping his fringe out of his eyes. The easier recipes like soup and grilled meats had been simple enough to accomplish but when he ventured into more complicated bento boxes that's when frustrations had arose. They looked so easy but they were tedious and he wasn’t the most patient or detail oriented person. 

He struggled to recreate the detailed meals and almost gave up,  throwing his phone across the room.

That's how his mother had found him, fuming and tugging his hair on the kitchen table. Seconds away from bashing his head into the surface and screaming at the ceiling. 

"What are you doing up so early?" He jumped at her voice, looking around at the mess he'd made in the kitchen with wide guilty eyes.

"I-I can explain." He stuttered out but couldn't come up with a feasible answer once she looked at him expectantly, arms folded. The patented mom stare. 

She had calmly walked across the room picking up his discarded phone, peering at the screen before looking back at him.

"Is this for your friend?" She shook the phone at him knowingly and he pressed his lips tight together, nodding mutely while looking away.

"Okay let's see what you have so far." His mom walked over and assessed what he had already made, nodding with a proud smile. "You did good so far, let me show you how to make a hotdog into an octopus. I did this for you all the time when you were a kid."

He was grateful when she didn't ask him any questions and it became their morning ritual, until he no longer needed guidance and he was able to make the boxes on his own. The satisfaction he felt when Suho would return the containers, clean as a whistle not even a grain of rice remaining was incomparable. It wasn't much but at least she was eating, that was all he needed even if she didn't want to see him or know that he was the one making her meals.

He sighs at himself, he told himself not to think about her but that was proving easier said than done.

Shaking himself at the front door like a wet dog, he tugs his keys from the back pocket of his jeans slotting it on the doorknob and turning.

"I'm home!" He calls out instinctively announcing his arrival as he toes off his drenched boots, but then his eyebrow lifts as he hears peals of laughter coming from the kitchen. He chuckles without knowing the joke, instantly rejuvenated by his family's abundant joy. Slipping on his slippers after hesitating a second because he doesn't recognize the shoe at the front door. When did Gowoon get those and how the hell was his little sister affording Chanel sneakers?

Those thoughts are swarming in his mind when he stomps to the kitchen, all the air sucked from his lungs when he sees an unbelievable vision. His mother and sister are grasping at each other, lost in laughter completely unaware of his presence but the image that most shocks him is Sujin, holding her stomach as she spots something on the counter that sets her off into another bout of boisterous laughter.

He can't help it he starts to categorize her every move, the way her eyes are crinkled and a stray tear is leaking out the corner, the way her nose is scrunched up like a rabbit and the way her mouth is stretched wide, visible even behind the futile shield of her hand. All of his thoughts from earlier regarding not needing to see her dissipate, he wants to tattoo this image in his mind.

"Oh! You're here!" His mother suddenly turns to face him and that causes Sujin to freeze laughter fading off with a whine, regarding him with huge bright eyes. It's almost too much once he notices what she's wearing, he wasn't prepared to see her like this in his house. It's overwhelming in the best way.

"I'm home. I'll go change and come help." Both his mother and Gowoon nod easily no longer paying him any mind but he can feel eyes on him as he runs away, trying to regain his composure and his breath. He purposely avoids Sujin's eyes not ready to see if the walls are back up at his arrival.

When he comes back out the table is already set and they've all taken a seat, the only available chair is between his mom and Sujin, so he takes a calming breath before walking over with fake confidence. He’s used to faking it until he makes it. That could be the name of his biography. 

He answers his family's questions about work and school blowing on the soup before taking a bite of the slightly lopsided dumpling. What it's lacking in appearance it more than makes up for in flavor, he groans at the delicious flavor that dances on his taste buds looking up excitedly at his mom.

"These dumplings are delicious! Thank you for the meal!" He praises his mom, happily chewing at the soft delicacy in his mouth.

"Thank you Junnie, but I didn't make the dumplings. They worked on the filling together but Sujin-ah seasoned and filled the dumplings while I made the broth and your sister helped with the side dishes." His mother smiles proudly over at the two girls, Gowoon beaming with pride but Sujin, almost disappears into her soup her head so close to the steaming hot bowl.

They haven’t said anything to each other and he's nervous to be the one to break this stalemate but he also really wants to talk to her, has wanted to since he stepped through the door and saw her smiling face. Has wanted to since that night he stormed out and didn't look back. So finally he does, gathering all his bravery to finally look over at her.

"The dumplings are great." And when she doesn't look up or seemingly react at all, he tells himself he's fine and he expected that. She wasn't ready to talk to him yet, it was his own fault for hoping when she'd explicitly told him to stop doing that.

So he goes back to eating, more lethargic than before eyes locked on nothing but his food and his spoon. It was embarrassing. He knows his cheeks are pink and he hates it.

"Thank you. I just followed your mom's directions. It was nothing."

He pauses, peeking up at her and almost choking when she shoots him a small smile before filling her bowl with more rice.

His heart thumps in his chest. Fuck.

He doesn't hear anything else the rest of the meal, too lost in his thoughts and it's only familiarity that has him standing up when everyone is finished, collecting the plates and bringing them to the sink.

"It's almost time for Sunbae, don’t wear those high heels!!" Gowoon shouts, he cringes at the name of the new drama they've been obsessively watching, he'd only tuned in one time before flabbergasted by the exorbitant amount of times the female protagonist had fallen into the arms of various men but especially the male lead. She fell off a balcony into his arms that time, with neither of them needing to be admitted to the hospital somehow. His mother and Gowoon had both hushed him when he'd voiced that particular opinion and he had happily banished himself to his room.

"Oh no, I'm going to miss it because I'm washing the dishes." He replies deadpan as his sister rolls her eyes dramatically at him, "Whatever it's your loss. Let's go I want to see if she's going to choose the sweet bad boy or the cold cute guy!"

He scoffs at the cliché characterizations scrubbing harder at the plate.

"Come on unnie!" Sujin gasps as she's tugged to the living room too, glancing over he sees his little sister place her in the middle of the couch sandwiched between her and his mother. Sujin looks overwhelmed as Gowoon animatedly tries to catch her up on the series. He shakes his head, maybe the show wasn't that bad. He could watch a few minutes with them.

He strolls casually to the living room, easing onto the ground beside his mother's legs after all the dishes are clean and drying.

"What are you doing here? I thought you despised this "cringey" show?" He leans his head back, sighing when his mother eases her fingers into his hair scratching at his scalp and he sighs content in her lap.

"I do. But it's too early to sleep so I have no choice but to watch this crap."

"Mom! He said crap!"

"Watch your language."

His mother scolds him immediately and Gowoon sticks out her tongue at him vindicated because he got in trouble and immaturely he does it back, tugging off her sock much to her chagrin, dodging her when she tries to kick him.

Sujin looks back and forth between them both before discretely looking at their mother, she seems shocked when all the woman does is chuckle and say, "Children please. Do I need to remind you that we have a guest?" He looks away bashfully not wanting to look childish in front of Sujin, he hadn't thought about that. That makes them settle down and he finally looks at the TV, groaning loudly when low and behold the heroine is falling again, tripping over a candy wrapper on the ground.

"She falls a lot. She should probably wear protective gear." Sujin says breaking their new silence and he chuckles at her observation, happy that someone agrees with him, excitedly he turns to her "Right! Last time she fell off a balcony!" He shouts in disbelief and suddenly they're all arguing about the feasibility of someone surviving that. His mother shaking her head fondly at them, choosing to say out of it which makes Gowoon pout because she's outnumbered.

"Okay who would you choose Unnie, the tsundere type or the bad boy with a heart of gold?" Suddenly he's very invested in her answer, he tries not to react staring at the ceiling and breathing evenly but inside his heart is thundering ready to pound out of his chest.

A few seconds drag on and he wonders if she's not going to answer, he doesn't even know why he cares so much but curiously is gripping at him. He knows that this doesn't mean anything necessarily and he's not getting his hopes up but--

"The sweet guy. He just looks like a bad boy but he's sweet to her, he never says anything mean to her. That would be nice." She answers, trailing off at the end and he hears Gowoon instantly disagreeing saying the other guy is way better, but he can barely hear his sister over the thumping of his heart in his ears, he can't help the wide smile that spreads on his face. 

He turns to hide it in his mom's lap.

It doesn't leave his face the rest of the night.

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It's getting late, she knows that it's time for her to take her leave she's been imposing on them for too long but....she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to leave, they are so warm. She's never seen a family like this outside of television shows, how was it possible that this was their real life? How could they have a mother who was that loving? Everything they did was greeted with fond exasperation, where was the reprimanding or cold backhanded words that cut like a knife?

She'd even treated her kindly, calling her sweetie more than she said her name. And she got used to it similar to how she'd gotten used to Seojun calling her princess, she knew she should fight it but she didn't want to. She was ashamed to say she liked it. 

She tries to soak it up for as long as she can before she says reluctantly, "I should probably go. it's getting late." Then she watches in a daze as the woman races off before returning with containers stacked and tied in a bag.

Before she can argue or refuse their mom is already shaking her head, "You made this so it's only right that you take it home. I won't take no for an answer." At this point that should have been the Han family motto she thinks fondly. But she accepts the food, bowing in gratitude at the simple act of kindness.

"Unnie, can I have your number? I just realized I don't have it and we're so close!" Gowoon thrusts her phone out with two hands, giving her the biggest puppy eyes she's ever seen. Without a word she accepts the phone, punching in her number before handing it back. She hadn’t realized the girl considered them close, but she finds that she doesn’t mind it at all. 

"Thank you! I'll text you so you can have my number too." The younger girl dances in celebration before grabbing her in a hug, she awkwardly pats her on the back once before she's finally set free. They're all so naturally affectionate and she's not the least bit accustomed to it, used to harsh words and slaps instead of praises and hugs.

"Get home safely sweetie. Junnie! Where did you go? Come walk her home!" She rushes to say it's okay she doesn't need an escort home, she's fine walking by herself it truly wasn't that far it turned out. But Seojun comes out of his room, changed again with a coat on and a beanie. Walking over to them he thrusts a sweater at her, when she looks blankly he replies sounding defensive, "It's probably colder now. Put this on too." He pushes it at her again firmer and she grabs it, gasping when their fingers brush.

It's a thick dark green sweater with fleece lining the interior and it smells just like his earthy cologne, she wants to give it back. Instead she puts it on over her borrowed long sleeve shirt from Suho and feels like a child playing dress up when it reaches the bottom of her knees. She knows what he's thinking when he smirks at her, she wasn't short he was just a damn giant.

She takes off the slippers and slides back into her sneakers, thankful that they're dry now. She's distracted by Seojun's heat, he's so close to her putting on his own boots. So much so she nearly misses what his mother says, "Get home safely. Please come again soon, I need more maturity in this house." Seojun and Gowoon both shout affronted but all she can see is the genuine smile on her face, she finds herself nodding throat too thick for words. When she's pulled into another hug, this time she has to blink away tears arms still by her side. She’s vibrating from keeping her emotions contained. 

They are walking side by side, the sounds of the city filling the silence that would be present. Every once in a while their arms brush but he moves away after the third time and she feels cold, more so than when the wind blows.

They're getting closer to Suho's apartment and she's wrecking her brain to find something to say to him, knowing that the ball is in her court; it always has been. She's just terrified to swing her racket. What if she misses? Or trips and embarrasses herself? It was usually better to just do nothing then you wouldn't be disappointed.

With each step she loses more courage until they are standing in front of the building and she still hasn't said anything.

Coward.

They stand awkwardly looking at the building pointedly avoiding each other and she finally speaks, "Oh your sweater! Here you go." She says stupidly, not at all what she wanted to say but she starts to pull the sweater off to commit to her exclamation. However he steps back shaking his head at her.

"It's cold. Just wear it upstairs. I'll get it later from Suho, you won't have to see me again. Go up." He sounds deflated, nothing like the animated jokester she'd seen just minutes at his apartment. It aches that she's the one making him act this way.

Then he turns around after looking at her, all of the light drained from his eyes.

He takes three large steps, putting immeasurable space between them in no time and she knows that if she lets him walk away right now he might not come back and that's a gut wrenching thought that makes her chase after him.

Thoughtlessly, she grabs his arm halting his exit from her life.

"Wait!" She shouts, but at the first touch of her hand on his forearm he's already frozen, still in her arms. He doesn't turn around. She shoots him a silent mental thank you, even if it's not his intention it's much easier to say what's on her mind like this without him facing her and her feeling too open and vulnerable. 

"I know you're the one making me food." There was supposed to be a thank you somewhere in there but instead she ends up sounding accusatory, and he tenses instantly his arm tight in her grasp.

"I'll stop. I know you told me to leave you alone. I--just. There's no excuse. I'll stop."

His voice is strained and this is going all wrong already, she's ruining everything.

Letting go of his arm, she sidesteps and brazenly moves directly in front of him. She can't keep hiding from this. She needed to be vulnerable, that was the only way he could understand.

His eyes are wet.

She gasps at the sight, not expecting it and so jealous at his ability to just feel and be seen. She was always hiding from everything. 

"Don't."

He doesn't give her a chance to finish.

"Sujin. Let me go. I know already, I know it all. I can't like you, I shouldn't get my hopes up, I need to mind my business. I know it all!" He shouts, pain marring his face but she notices how he still tugs his arm free gently, still careful about harming her even while he’s breaking down. 

She doesn’t deserve this. 

This is all her fault she knows that to be an objective truth, but the way he throws her own words back at her makes her realize how cruel she'd been while trying to spare him. She hadn't spared anything, the pain in his eyes and voice makes that abundantly clear.

"Don't stop. Don't give up on me." She finishes, staring at him with her own wet eyes, tears prickling at them.

His shoulders sink as he stares at her, lost and hesitant. 

"I'm sorry. I’m sorry for saying those things to you.  I can't promise I won't push you away again. I'm...I'm fucked up Seojun-ah. I'm a fucking mess. But I want to stop, I don't want to push people away."

I don't want to push you away. But she’s still too much of a coward to say that out loud. 

"Sujin, what-what are you trying to say?" He looks at her with guarded eyes, not yet ready to believe the words coming out of her mouth.

"I want to be friends."

She watches him wrestle with her sentence, hurt being covered up by a façade and she's not obtuse, she knows that's not the answer he was hoping for. Knows he thinks she's friend zoning and clipping the wings of his feelings.

"That's all I can deal with right now. I have a lot to work on, I need to work on me." It may seem like a cop out, an excuse but it's the most honest she's ever been with herself, it's not that she doesn't like him she might- if the way her heart thumps when he’s around says anything- but more importantly she has realized that she doesn’t like herself.

"Right now." He repeats in awe, she blinks confused before realizing the implications of her words, she starts sputtering trying to backtrack but he's too quick beating her to the punch.

"I can do friends. For now." She blushes at the beaming smile on his face, his happiness over such a small acquiesce is too much. Why did he have to wear his heart so obviously on his sleeves?

They stand simply staring at each other. Locked in the moment.

She might need to remind her heart that they'd only agreed to be friends.

For now.

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I don't like onions.

She doesn't know what possesses her to text him first, or what compels her to send that particular message. She starts googling if there's a way to unsend messages, instead finding stories from others regaling their own embarrassing messages and finding solace that she isn't alone in this feeling. 

She jumps when her phone vibrates. Slowly turning it over like it's a ticking bomb.

Of course you'd be a picky eater. Onions are good for you.

She rolls her eyes at the message, he was such a nagger.

It's not good if I don't enjoy it.

Alright princess, noted. No more onions. Are you okay with chicken teriyaki tomorrow?

She recalls the delicious chicken teriyaki he'd made for her just days ago, it was succulent and juicy and she'd fought Suho over it, reminding him that this was her food and she replies quickly.

Yes! Do you have more kimchi?

I do. I'll pack some.

She stares at the phone, in disbelief at the how easy it is to talk to him again, like there was an empty spot in her life, a Seojun shaped gap that was now filled once more. She wasn't fixed, she had meant what she told him; she couldn't examine her feelings for him yet. But she needed him in her life, he was there when she needed someone and now no one else would do.

I missed you.

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #bring me to life #chapter 7 #han seojun #kang sujin #Han family superiority #the couple that should have been #I got to write some cute stuff #calm before the storm #maybeeeee #junjin #dedicated to my shooters

[amane-by-together]

Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 2/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: [name] and amane start exchanging letters that leads to an accidental phone call.

"I stay up the whole night again"

Writing letters to [name] has been a daily routine for Amane lately. Tsukasa teases his older brother about the letters but was assured (more like scolded) by the latter that it was just a mere project.

A project that he finally liked for once. The dream about a carousel and that girl has been bugging him for days, albeit Amane never dreamt it again after that very day.

Amane reeled away from his study desk with the help of his black leather swivel chair to take a glance of the eloquent moon from the window pane. The pearlescent glowing rock was alluring the young boy to take a break and look at the moon instead.

He did. Amane stood up, walking towards the window, the fact that the moon looked so beautiful right now, he doesn't want to miss a night without looking at it. It was as if the moon is calling him.

Amane opened the windows and was welcomed by the cold night breeze. His face, being hit by the beams of moonlight, highlighting his perfect visuals to make him even more fleeting and unreal. His amber irises traveled towards the night sky that was powdered with shimmering stars.

The young boy leaned against the railings, pulling out the letter that [name]. “Wonder what she's up to right now...” Amane asked to himself while examining the letter.

He opened the letter by peeling off the sticker that was sealed on it. Amane reads the letter, [name]'s handwriting is very neat but it looked like the ball point of her ballpen is forcefully pressed against the paper as she writes.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a line of numbers at the end of the letter. Amane realizes that [name] wrote her phone number on her letter in case he wanted to call or text her.

The thing is, Amane dislikes taking phone calls, its just making him feel uneasy, perks of being an introvert that is. He fancies texting more than holding a conversation through calling.

Amane stared at [name]'s phone number at hand, contemplating whether he should call her during the night. ‘She might be sleeping,’ he thought. ‘But it wouldn't hurt to try, right?’

Amane lifted his head up towards the night sky to the full moon, a gentle breeze made contact with his skin. He was waiting for an answer, but the moon remained silent as it should be. “I guess I should go try and call her.”

The young boy grabbed his phone from his desk and went back to his balcony. Amane paused, staring at his phone long and hard while his hands are shaking in nervousness. Carefully, he typed in her number on his phone.

Amane inhaled, his chest slightly rising and then it falls as he exhaled. He ran his long slender fingers through the locks of his choppy hair in frustration. “Why am I doing this?” he sighed while looking at his phone.

Then, his finger accidentally slipped to click the call button. Amane's phone started to ring nonstop causing him to panic and jolt backwards. ‘What should I do?! Ack! If only I just stopped myself, why did I even bother trying to call her anyways?!’ he yelled inside his mind.

“Oh my god, damn these fingers of mine!” Amane hissed to himself while holding the phone. He wanted to die and get cut up into little stars for the night in embarrassment.

Unbeknownst to him that [name] already picked up the call.

“[name], I'm really sorry I called you when you're busy!” Amane puts his phone near his ear with anxiety rushing through him, thinking that [name] would be annoyed. “I didn't mean to! My finger just slipped, please forgive me—”

It turned silent, Amane can only hear his panicked breaths. When he calmed down, he sucked up a breath as he lifted his finger to end the call and apologize through a text or maybe a letter perhaps.

Before he taps the end call button, Amane heard something from the other line. He slowly raised his phone near to his ear.

“Hi, Amane-kun.”

Badump.

Badump.

Amane's heart skipped a beat at the moment he heard [name]'s voice from the first time, especially when she calls him by his first name.

“Amane-kun, is that you?” [name] asked with a grin.

Amane was too speechless to answer, he didn't expect that he will be hearing [name]'s voice too soon. [name]'s voice isn't that high pitched or low, to Amane her voice was lovely. He felt like there’s a wallowing pleasure of milk and honey flowing through his veins. “Amane...?”

“A-Ah!” Amane snapped out from his trance. “Yeah, it’s me Amane, you must be [name] right?”

“Yeah.” [name] chuckled. “You seem startled, are you perhaps doing alright?”

Sweet stars. The flustered young boy cannot say a word, he can hear his beating heart from his chest. “I-I'm doing alright.” Amane stammered while clutching his stomach.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Star gazing.”

“That's nice~” [name] tells Amane, and then she talked in pout. “I'm stuck here doing my homework.”

“And making post cards for you...” she added.

“You should look at the stars right now,” Amane puts his forearm on the railings, looking up to the stars and admiring their twinkle. “They're pretty...”

[name] stood up from her desk while holding her phone to look at the stars from her balcony. She smiled, Amane was indeed right about the stars looking pretty as ever. “You're right, they are pretty...”

“But you're much prettier.”

'Smooth Amane, that's smooth.'

“I'm not that pretty, you haven't seen my face yet...”

“Well I bet you're pretty~” Amane grinned sweetly. “You probably make the stars envious~”

“Aweee, stop it.” [name]'s smile turned bigger, she felt her cheeks grew bright red that could shame those stars on how smooth he is. “I bet you look good than me—”

“We'll see about that when we meet~!”

And so the two of them spent the whole night talking to each other. Who knew an accidental call would lead to this new found longing of meeting each other.

They wanted to see each other.

“Will we really meet face to face?” [name] asked, looking up to the stars and moon. It was the same night sky that Amane was looking, yet those two were far away from each other.

“By yonder blessed moon I swear,” Amane quotes. [name] immediately knew where this was going, she giggled.

“O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,”

“What should I swear by~?” Amane smiled charmingly. “Yeah I know, he swore by himself.”

The two of them broke into giggles. Amane wished that they could do more than calling on the phone, maybe talking to each other while grinning and subtly placing his hand on top of hers—

Amane felt the tips of his ears turn red. He's fallen head over heels for his pen pal just by hearing her voice. “Amane-kun, I need to go now.”

“Already?” His voice sounded sad, he didn't want her to go away, if only time would stop between the two of them. “I mean, it's late at night, you need some sleep.”

“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,” [name] tells him in a soft whisper. “That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

[name] ended the call, maybe she's in a rush or something, but still the smile didn't leave in Amane's lips. “Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy chest. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest...”

He thanked the stars that something like that. Amane adjusted his shirt before dropping himself to his bed. A smile broke down from his visuals against the pillow.

Amane slowly closes his eyes, drifting to dreamland.

“If I'm getting to get it all wrong anyways, might as well just confess.”

Under the strawberry skies with faint clouds covering the sunset, there stood that unfamiliar girl, gripping on to Amane's hand. They were standing on a green grass. Other than that, the two of them were both wearing white.

Amane expected that he will see a carousel like his previous dream with the unfamiliar girl. Instead, it was a ferris wheel that seems to be circling for eternity.

“You and me of 5:53, we're beautiful.”

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