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shadowspromise · 1 year

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Dabi Comforting You, You Comforting Dabi

Dabi Comforting You:

☆彡 Touya loves you so much. He hates when you aren’t happy, and he will do everything in his power to make you smile when you’re sad.

☆彡 If he sees you huddled in a corner crying, he’s sitting next to you and pulling you to lie in his lap so he can hide you from everything else but him. He has one hand on your back and the other massaging your head.

☆彡 He turns the lights off, closes the door, removes any sounds or distractions and lays you down on your bed. He tucks you in and lays next to you, hiding your face in his chest.

☆彡 “It’s okay. I got you. It’s only us. Nothing can hurt you when I’m here.”

☆彡 He waits until you fall asleep to get up. He places a pillow in your arms so you don’t wake up to the absence of his presence. He gets a thermometer to make sure you aren’t sick, and he changes your clothes into comfier ones. Then, he gets back into bed with you.

You Comforting Dabi:

☆彡 Touya will rarely show discomfort. He is in constant pain and his body feels like it’s being lit on fire nearly every moment, but he will NEVER mention it around you. He doesn’t want you to worry about him. His goal is to keep you as happy as possible, and his medical state is nothing to be happy about.

☆彡 One particular day he was in horrible pain. The league had him fighting that day and his body was barely recovering. He sat in the bathroom restapling his skin, bloody tears running from his undereye scars as he winced in pain. It hurt so bad.

☆彡 You knock on the door, wondering if he’s okay in there. “Don’t come in,” he replies. His voice cracked. He’s crying.

☆彡 You open the door and your eyes widen. You’ve never, ever, seen him like this. “Leave. You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” Touya wipes the blood tears from his face.

☆彡 You shut the door and sit next to Touya. He can’t bear to look at you. “Touya, it’s okay. I know it hurts but can you look at me?” you ask him, gently patting his head.

☆彡 “I didn’t want you to know. I never wanted you to know. I don’t want you worried about me, so I don’t tell you how much it hurts,” he responded, his voice shaky.

☆彡 “Touya, I’m always worried about you, I just never tell you. I know you’re in pain, how could you not be? You overwork yourself because you’re hellbent on revenge, so much that when you’re sleeping I have to secretly treat your wounds so you don’t wake up in pieces. Every time I smell smoke, my heart skips a beat, thinking that you’re in trouble. Whenever you leave for too long, I’m afraid you aren’t coming back because you finally fell apart and burnt to death somewhere. I look at photos of you from just a few months ago and looking at you now, your scars are deeper and worse. I’m terrified that by next year, you won’t be my boyfriend anymore, you’ll be ashes. Sometimes I wake up and the second I see that you aren’t in bed, I’m imagining your body six feet under. Despite all this, I smile, because you’re alive. You may be dead tomorrow, but right now you’re by my side, and that gives me a reason to be happy. I smile because I can hear you breathing. I smile because you have enough energy to take me out on dates. I smile because I want you to smile. We’re both worried about each other, but we both love each other. And if the boy I love is in pain, I want to be there for him, not leave him to cry on the bathroom floor. So get your ass up and let me take care of you.”

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fuctacles · 3 months

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in love and war part 2

For Spicy Six Winter Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair

T | 2221 | feelings realization, bi awakening | read part 1 here | part 3 here

And this takes us to the present. The revenge plan.

The sun has just come up and there are four of them camping in Steve’s car, sharing thermoses full of hot beverages of choice. (Steve brought one full of hot cocoa and it's the crowd’s favorite.)

“Eddie is not an early riser, we’re wasting time,” Lucas complains while observing the trailer with his binoculars.

“I think his uncle’s gonna wake him up for us,” Robin assures him. And like clockwork, Wayne Munson’s truck comes into view, almost knocking down one of their sculptures. The man steps out, takes a look at the dozen snowmen surrounding his trailer, and disappears inside.

About fifteen minutes later, the curtains in one of the windows move. Steve’s buzzing in his seat. Or maybe just shivering. He reaches into his pocket for a tissue to wipe his runny nose.

“There’s a message!”

“Well, read it!”

“Nice move, Stevie,” Lucas reads the paper that appeared in the window. “Can’t play with you tho, I’m sick. Sad face.”

“Did he draw a sad face or…?”

“Of course, he drew it!”

Steve yanks the binoculars from Lucas to see for himself. The papers disappeared but Eddie took their place in the window, wrapped in a blanket. There’s a scarf around his neck and his nose is red. He looks bad.

“Damn. He really is sick.”

“Full offense but you look like shit, too.”

“Can it, Mayfield.”

He steps out and walks up to the trailer. Eddie finally spots him and he perks up and waves at him.

“Hi!”

Even through the window, Steve can hear how croaky his voice is.

“Guess there goes your next campaign.”

Eddie laughs weakly, it turns into a cough.

“Guess so.”

“You started it,” he reminds him.

“I know. Sorry.”

“Why?” Steve frowns at him. Eddie shrugs.

“Seemed like a fun idea.”

“Imagine how much fun you could be having playing DnD now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waves his hand. “But. You know.” He shrugs again.

“No, I don’t know.” He shakes his head, frowning again.

“You don’t play DnD.”

He taps against the glass nervously and Steve collects himself quickly.

“We can find something that doesn’t end with you in bed.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with mischief and Steve immediately realizes the double meaning in his words.

“Okay, shut up.”

He turns around and leaves quickly. The inside of his car is surprisingly warm and he shivers from head to toe.

“Well, I’m leaving before I catch whatever this is,” Max eyes him before escaping the car. She stops once outside. “Lucas, you coming?”

The boy scrambles behind her.

“Let’s get you home,” Robin squeezes his arm.

He takes one last glance at Eddie’s trailer and nods.

It’s all misery from there. He makes camp in the living room because that’s where the tv is and he needs some entertainment while sitting on his ass and coughing. Robin takes stock of his medicine cabinet and whatever else he may need while housebound. She forces him to take his temperature. He’s prissy about it because it would make the sickness real, but it’s barely above average.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Robin pats him on the head while inspecting the thermometer. “Where’s your walkie?”

“There’s no need-”

“Little shitheads need to know they’re on their own. Or rather on their parent’s mercy.”

He nods.

“It should be on my desk.”

She’s gone for a while which makes him assume he’s excluded from the conversation. There’s probably a lot of yelling happening from the kids and Robin’s saving him the headache, bless her heart. She comes back eventually, walkie in hand.

“I’ll leave it nearby in case you need anything, but I told them not to bother you, that you’ll contact them if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he smiles. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” she smiles back. “Dustin isn’t happy, of course, but his mom said they’ll come with some soup later. Max said, and I quote “serves them well.”

“She's not wrong,” he mutters.

“Will and Lucas said they’re sorry. Will said Mike’s sorry too.”

Steve snorts.

“Course he did. What did Eddie say?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Either he was sleeping or too sick to speak up.”

“Huh.” He’s weirdly disappointed about that.

“Anyway, I gotta go to work now because my coworker called in sick.” She pats his knee as she stands up.

“Uh, I’m sorry?”

She shakes her head.

“You’ll pay me back when I come down with whatever I just caught from you. I’ll come over tomorrow with some movies. don’t forget Dustin’s coming later today!”

He groans.

“Right, of course.”

“Yeah, not jealous about that, buddy.” She pats his head. His hair is ruined enough that he doesn’t protest. “Walkie if you need anything, do not leave the house, keep yourself warm. Toodles!”

“See you, Rob.”

Later he has to listen to Dustin yelling at him from the other side of the room (“I’m not getting any closer to your germs, Steve!”). Claudia, the wonderful mom she is, doesn’t have such reservations and hands him the soup she brought after heating it.

“Dusty made us make rounds to all your friends to gather a care package for you.”

Steve makes a surprised sound over his cup.

“Being sick is so boring, we thought it could help!” Dustin adds, still yelling from afar. But the anger seems to have seeped out of him. “We’re going to Eddie’s next, his care package is cooler.”

“Dustin!”

Steve laughs.

“He’s probably right, Ms. Claudia, I don’t think our interests overlap as much as with Eddie.”

“Well, you’re gonna get educated because we do not have boring jock shit for you.”

“Dustin!”

“What?! It’s the truth!”

Steve snorts so hard, he needs a tissue.

After they leave, he digs into the care package like it’s a Christmas morning. Everything has little post-it notes with get-well wishes and signed who it’s from. From Robin, he got promised medication restock and some hard candy for his throat. Will gave him a copy of Hobbit and a tape which upon opening, turned out to have a small joint hidden inside, courtesy of Jonathan. El lent him a Wonder Woman comic. Dustin gave him a Batman comic and a handwritten guide titled “D&D for dummies”, that actually made him chuckle. At the bottom, probably because Dustin was ashamed of his friend, was an issue of Sports Illustrated with a note “Read the Magic Johnson interview!” and below that, a girly-looking magazine, dryly signed “from Erica.” He chuckled to himself and opened it first. Inside was another Post-it note that read “page 17”. Intrigued, he flips the pages to find it.

On page seventeen, there is a segment titled “Flirting or bullying?” and one of the questions/stories is highlighted with a pink marker. Steve gets to reading.

“Dear TM team,

My friend, S, is being followed by this boy who keeps starting snowball fights. He’s waiting for S’s shift to end, sitting in his van outside the shop to do so. It’s turning into a full-blown snowball war by this point. My other friend thinks they are pulling pigtails, but I just think they are dumb. So, is it flirting or boys being idiots? -E”

Steve drops the magazine and goes into the kitchen to have a refill of his soup.

When Robin comes in the next day, the magazine still lies where he left it, taunting him. His heart stutters when she picks it up with a laugh.

“I guess under all her snark Erica is just another girl, huh?”

Oh, how wrong she was.

He licked his dry lips before speaking up, barely audible and fucking terrified.

“Open it.”

Surprised, her eyes snap at him, but something in his tone makes her comply without a word. He pretends to busy himself studying the romcoms she brought.

“Huh,” he hears among the rustle of the pages. He looks up, too tempted to watch her face while she reads.

“What’s so fucking funny?” he asks, watching her lips quirk.

“Nothing!” she squeaks. “I’m surprised she did that.”

“I’m not. It’s Erica.”

“True,” she giggles, closing the magazine. He frowns at her.

“What did they say?”

“You didn’t read it?”

He taps his fingers against his mug.

“I chickened out,” he admits.

“Why don’t you ask Eddie yourself?”

“Robin,” he whines.

“Steve,” she whines back. She scoots closer and takes the mug out of his hand to lace their fingers together. “Listen, I rejected you and now we’re friends. You’re friends with Nancy too. You can let him down gently, it’s not the end of the world.”

“No, Robin…” He sighs, squeezing her hand. “I think I was, um… pulling his pigtails back.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit,” he nods.

They look into each other’s eyes, giddy and nervous, before bursting into giggles. Their eyes fall back on the magazine.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Didn’t Eddie get a care package from them too?”

“Oh shit.”

“Dude I can’t stay here forever, pick up the phone!”

“Your yelling is really not helping me.”

“Oh, so you’d rather do it by yourself?”

He winces.

“No? Yes? I don’t know!”

She groans and he’s pretty sure she’s about to strangle him when the phone calls. They both jump and stare at it. Robin eyes him but he’s not moving a muscle so she groans and picks it up in the middle of the third ring.

“Yes?” She sounds calm and collected. “Oh, hi Eddie!” She smiles like an imp, staring straight into Steve’s soul. “You sound like shit.”

He makes a sound of protest, but she puts a hand up to stop him.

“Oh, you just got your voice back? And you’re calling Steve first thing? How sweet!” She’s making kissy faces at him and he’s about to commit murder. “Yes, he’s awake, I’ll get him.” She holds out the receiver. “For you.”

“Fucking obviously,” he murmurs, snatching it from her. She snickers.

“I’ll be in the living room,” she says and struts away, but he keeps an eye on her just in case she decides to eavesdrop.

“Steve?”

He does sound terrible.

“It’s me, hi.”

“Hi, um. Did you, by any chance, maybe, perhaps, get a care package from the kids?”

Steve’s insides twist.

“Yes?”

“From Erica too?”

“Yes.”

“A magazine?”

“Page seventeen?”

Eddie breathes hard into the receiver.

“Yes, that.”

The silence hangs between them. His clogged sinuses make it hard to formulate thoughts.

“What did they say?”

“What?”

“Was it flirting or bullying?” he clarifies, fumbling with the cord.

“You didn’t read it?”

“No.” He tries to find an explanation that doesn't sound bad. “Wanted to hear it from you.”

Eddie takes a ragged breath, it turns into a coughing fit. Steve frowns.

“You should go back to bed, we can talk about it later.”

“No!” Eddie protests straight away. Coughs a bit more. “I just… Yes, they say it was flirting,” he spits out.

Steve suddenly feels worse.

“But they were wrong,” he pushes for clarification.

Eddie sounded like they were.

“I don’t know,” he admits instead. Steve frowns.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You either flirt or-”

“I never thought about it, okay?” Eddie interrupts him. “I always assumed I’m into chicks but I’d definitely not flirt with one like that.”

It feels like a punch in the gut and Steve knows his own answer. Robin’s right, he’s survived rejection and unrequited feelings and got life-long friendships out of it. He can bear one more.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it was flirting on my part.”

Eddie starts coughing again.

“It’s okay if you weren’t i just wanted to be clear,” he adds as soon as the coughing subdues. “I never thought about it before either.”

“No, listen. Steve. Stevie.”

Steve’s stomach makes a backflip against his will.

“Yes?”

“I’m still thinking about it, okay? Just, the fever isn’t helping. Like, I want to say yes, but I’d rather say it when I’m not sick and half out of it, you know?”

Steve barks out a laugh, relieved and hopeful.

“Sure, makes sense. I’ll still be here.”

Waiting, like a dumbass.

“Cool. I’ll call you tomorrow, I’m out of stamina for today.”

“Sure, uh, sleep well.”

“You too, sweetheart.”

Steve’s too stunned by the pet name to put the phone away, so they just breathe into each other's ears, startled. But he won’t let Eddie one-up him like that.

“Goodnight, handsome.”

Eddie made a choked sound before ending the call. Steve puts the phone down and walks back into the living room, where Robin is waiting for him, the TV forgotten.

“Well? What did he say?” she asks before he can sit down.

“That he’s still thinking about it.”

“Nooooo!”

“But he did call me a sweetheart.”

“Oh?”

“I guess neither of us realized we were flirting.”

“Steve!” She starts slapping his arm.

“What? What?!”

“I hate you so much! You were each other’s gay awakening? How is that fair?!”

She’s pouting when he grasps her hands to stop the assault.

“Well, we can plot a snowball war against Vickie next,” he offers.

“Are you kidding me?! She’d hate it!”

Steve imagined a gaggle of kids ganging against the poor little redhead.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I guess men are a simpler species.”

“You are so lucky I love you.”

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sie-rui · 2 years

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❀ THE MOMENT I KNEW | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; mikey gets sick on his 18th bday, he misses you

🥛 — sano manjiro

🧾 — gender neutral reader, second pov ( you / your ), sick au, alternate timeline, everyone lives / nobody dies, birthday fic, mild angst,hurt / comfort, imagine

✉ — happy birthday to my love. i really want him to end up happy this time :((

Sano Manjiro had always been a healthy child. He wasn’t one to get sick, not fevers that end with him in bed that is. His immune system was always in shape, despite having to be forced to eat vegetables and anything aside from sweets. Perhaps all of the sleeping he had done had helped with his health rather than his height.

Point is, he had never experienced what other people did: bedrest. He’s quite thankful for that.

Today, God was pissed at him, probably.

The moment he woke up, it was noon and Mikey already concluded that he didn’t like being sick. It was shitty. He wants to die already.

The 20th of August has long been established as his birthday. Normally, he would be feasting on a huge breakfast with Emma, Grandpa, Shinichiro, and that idiot, Izana. Then, he would be opening gifts over gifts before going out for a ride with Toman. A day with you after that is a must, along with lots and lots of kisses and hugs.

His 18th birthday is spent in bed.

“Alright, stay in bed, Manjiro,” Shinichiro ends, showing the thermometer to him; it blinked a perfect 38.5 degree celsius. “We can celebrate tomorrow instead, alright?”

Mikey groans but it gets cut off midway with a harsh cough. He swore he tasted blood. (He’s being a dramatic ass bitch, like usual.)

Emma gives him a pointed look from behind their oldest brother. Their grandfather silently shakes his head, putting the blankets over Mikey and forcing him to lie back down. Izana lingers by the door, not that the birthday boy cares. (He does.)

Shinichiro says something about cooking this or that and Emma adds with contactings friends and hiding gifts. Mikey does not listen, he’s too busy sulking. He hates this. He feels as if there’s someone stuffing cotton in his head through his nose. He felt nauseous enough that seeing the cake made him want to puke. (Thank God Emma backed away and hid it from view before replacing it with soup for him to drink like water before being followed with medicine.)

“Mikey, we’re going now alright. Rest some more. I’ll come back again later with food you can actually swallow without gagging,” Emma tells him. Shinichiro pats his head, his sister gives him a hug, everyone greets him a happy birthday anyway. Then, the door is closed behind them and the lights are turned off.

Mikey dies in the dark.

The curtains are slightly open. Mikey turns away from it, gripping the sheets and pulling it up to his chin.

He felt empty.

He was actually looking forward to today. Emma’s cooking had always beaten restaurants and Shinichiro’s smile and greeting being the first thing he woke up to had always been appreciated. His grandfather’s pat in the back and small smile always made him fold and even Izana’s silent nod and gifts were touching. He can’t believe that he isn’t going to experience that this year, now that he’s bedridden with a common cold.

Keisuke was going to laugh at him, really. They all were going to, probably.

He felt so lonely.

Did they leave him? Why did they leave? Mikey didn’t like being sick. He felt so away from everyone, from you.

Mikey’s whole body shakes from the sneeze.

Even worse was that he told you that you were going out on a date today and that he was going to take you to the movies to watch that film he wanted to watch then to dinner at his favorite restaurant.That was what he wanted from you for his birthday: a day just with you. It was enough. It always will be.

God, were you waiting for him? Where was his phone? He needed to call you. What if you were already a;; dressed up? What if you were sitting in the living room, waiting for him to pick you up?

Mikey wanted to force his body to get up and find his phone—or any phone, really, he just wanted to contact you. He just wanted to hear your voice. Maybe a happy birthday? God, he loves you. He misses you already.

He really wanted to get up.

When his eyes blinked open, the room was pure black and he knew that no matter how much he opened the curtain, the room would continue to remain in darkness. His head hurts. He wanted to sob but even thinking about it made his head throb in pain. He was hungry. Did Emma come back earlier and decide to not wake him up? He really wanted to eat something other than medicine and soup.

The door opens and Mikey hopes that it was Emma with something to eat, or at least something to drink. Who stood on the other side was even better.

Mikey pushes himself to sit up even if it makes him dizzy once he sees your face pop up from behind the door with a little smile. “Hey, Manjiro!” You greet, turning on the lights when he quickly shielded his eyes. “Happy birthday, love.”

Mikey pouts, blinking to get adjusted to the lights as you close the door and pad through the room. You sat next to him and he really loved the way your hand automatically found his head, combing through his locks and scratching. He leans back, closing his eyes, hand finding your thigh and resting there.

“I love you.”

Your hand left his head and Mikey whines at the loss of your touch. “‘Love you too…” He murmurs, voice raspy from sleep and sick, looking up at you. You lean forward, forehead on the side of his neck, feeling how warm he was as his hands now found themselves on your waist.

“Got you some food from your favorite restaurant, ‘Jiro. Though it’s probably not as good as Emma’s cooking,” you whisper. “Don’t worry about the movie, I managed to get a different ticket a few days from now, okay?”

“Want to watch it with you now,” he replies, almost whimpering as his nails dig into your skin when you try to pull away. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving Manjiro. I’m right here. We’re all right here, in your heart and right beside you, even if you don’t think we are,” you hush him, hand drawing circles on his arm now that you’re practically on his lap. “We can’t watch the movie though. You need food, medicine, and rest.:

Mikey pulls you even closer from your words. It always did feel like you were reading his mind, like you knew him more than he knew himself.

“Stay?”

“Staying.”

“Kiss?”

You lean your head back to meet his heavy eyes. “Maybe just on the cheek.”

He pouts once more, acting pretty much like a child. You don’t have it in you to complain. If anything, it is quite adorable how needy he does get sometimes. “As long as you kiss me a hundred times more when I heal.”

“Deal.”

You press your lips to his cheek before he could change his mind and his grip finally loosens, his shoulder losing all the tension it had just a few moments prior. Mikey’s hair was a mess but it wasn’t enough to hide how his eyes slowly glazed over in tiredness and how his blinking got slower with each one.

“Go to sleep for a while, ‘Jiro. I’ll heat up your food for now.”

He frowns. “But-”

“I’ll be back, I swear.”

He remains hesitant, hand now on yours, but he slowly lies down again. You pull up the blanket, making sure that he’s comfortable. The reluctance in his eyes was clear but you smiled at him, combing through his hair once more. With that action, his eyes flutter, neck stretching to lean on your hand.

You chuckle and Mikey opens his eyes for a second to look at you, puckering his lips. Leaning down, you press another one on his cheek and this time, he does whine. “Tease.”

“I love you, Manjiro,” you say again with a silly upturn of your lips.

He huffs, feeling even more tired as he sinks further into the bed as it swallows him.

Mikey blinks, slowly, carefully, and tiredly. The world blurs in his eyes but the image of your smile burns into his mind like some permanent scar from a cigarette butt. Reality and the world of fever dreams tangle, melting into each other slowly and sweetly. But the warmth of your hand grasping onto his never leaves like how the comfort of the way your hand massages his head does.

That was the moment Sano Manjiro, Mikey, 18 years old, knew that he was going to marry you.

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 1 year

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The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}

A/n: I am back with another Shinichiro x reader ff that came directly from the book I am writing for him so yeah, enjoy.

Pairings: Shinichiro Sano x f!reader

Warnings: Shinichiro is sick, minor character death, it's kind of sad? Idk I didn't find it sad, kind of suggestive at times

⚠️TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA SPOILERS!⚠️

"Guys, I'm home." You unlocked the front of the house but there was no one in the living room which was quite odd since it was 5 pm and both Emma and Mikey should have returned from Akashi’s house.

Without thinking much of it, you walked inside and headed towards Emma’s room to greet the young girl but she wasn’t there either. Your next destination was Mikey’s room, however the young boy was also missing.

A bit scared you walked to your and Shinichiro’s room only to find not only Emma and Mikey there but your husband as well. The two kids were hovering over their older brother who was laying on the bed.

"What's going on?"

"Big bro isn't feeling well." Mikey said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, eating dorayaki while Emma was holding Shinichiro's hand. The latter, on the other hand, was being overly dramatic.

"Do you know what's going on?" Emma asked you clearly worried about her older brother. You looked down at Shinichiro before touching his forehead, only to confirm that his temperature was normal.

"No." You turned around to leave your bag on the chair of his small desk. "You didn't go to work today?" You asked him.

"No." Shinichiro coughed, his voice raspy, he was barely speaking. Judging by that, you figured out that your husband had a sore throat and that this had led him to feel sick.

"Go take a shower while I change the bedsheets." You flicked his forehead and waited for him to stand up. Emma offered to make him some tea but he declined saying that he wanted hot chocolate. Manjiro rolled his eyes and continued eating his snack, refusing to leave his brother's side...even in the bathroom.

Not wanting to trouble Emma, you went to the kitchen to prepare four hot chocolates.

Christmas had arrived much quicker than you had imagined and upon Emma and Shinichiro’s request, Mikey and you had done your best to decorate the house without making it look like a circus.

Since it had started getting darker earlier, you walked over to your Christmas tree and turned on the lights that Emma had placed around it. On your way back to the kitchen, you turned off the living room lights as well as the kitchen ones so a nice atmosphere could warm up the house.

Around five minutes later, the hot chocolates were ready and after putting them on a tray, you went back to Shinichiro’s room. And while Mikey and Emma were sitting there quietly looking outside the window at the snow covered yard, Shinichiro kept whining about how this was the end and that he wouldn’t make it out of this cold alive. Obviously you had to reassure him that everything was going to be okay since he didn’t even have a fever.

"Emma and Mikey are sleeping. How are you feeling Shin?" You closed your bedroom's door and sat next to him on the bed.

"Kind of better."

"Good." You picked up your pillow and a blanket and made a move to stand up and leave but he grabbed your arm.

"I'm not risking getting sick." You giggled, seeing him blowing his snot on a tissue.

"I promise I'm fine."

"You don't look fine to me." You placed your hand on his forehead again just to see if his temperature was alright. "Shin, you have a fever." You urged him to put a thermometer in his mouth and sure enough, he had a fever. Upon seeing this, Shinichiro began whining again. You giggled at his childish reaction and went to the kitchen to get him something to eat so he could get a painkiller that would thankfully make his temperature drop.

“So…I’m not getting any p-”

“No.” You cut him off before he could say the whole world.

Once he ate the sandwich you made him, you sat next to him. His room was messy with clothes lying all around the floor, motorbike magazines all over the place and now boxes of painkillers were standing empty on the nightstand.

“Is everything okay, angel?”

“Yes, I am just tired.”

Without saying anything, Shinichiro covered you with his blanket. You stayed there in silence. The only thing that produced any sound in this house was the tv in the living room which judging by the time was most probably used by Shinichiro’s grandfather as background music because the older man was sleeping for sure. Besides, he still taught at the dojo so he was getting tired.

You had started getting a bit drowsy from the entire atmosphere when Shinichiro broke the silence.

“I saw a cool plane figurine at the store the other day.” You turned to look at him in question. His hair was wet on his forehead from the fever and you knew you shouldn’t be this close to him but you didn’t want him to start complaining. “I thought that maybe…I could buy it for Manjiro fr Christmas.” He stopped almost abruptly.

“But?”

His eyes were black, you knew that of course but were they always this black? His fist clenched and he sat on the bed like a normal person. Shinichiro’s head was hanging low, looking down at the blue blanket -it didn’t match the colours of his room but it had always been your favourite blanket so of course when you moved in with him you took it with you.

“Shinichiro?” You asked. Whether he had heard you the first time, you didn’t know.

“I made that mistake the first time…I don’t want to do it again.” His voice was lower than usual. You saw him reaching at the nightstand beside you for a cigarette but you were too confused by his words to stop him.

“Have you bought Mikey a model plane before?” You were baffled to say the least.

“In another timeline, yes.” He responded before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. “What I am about to tell you…hell you might not even believe me but you ought to know.” You rose from your seat and crawled on the bed and straddled him.

“Should I be scared?” You took the cigarette from his hand. Shinichiro chuckled and took it back.

“No.” A smile replaced the blank look on his face and his eyes actually lit up. He brushed a few strands of hair off your face and exhaled the smoke after turning his head to his left so the smoke wouldn’t go directly on you. But the light disappeared as soon as it came. “I killed someone.”

And that was how it all started.

You didn’t sleep that night and other than Shinichiro getting up to place Mikey and Emma’s presents under the Christmas tree, you didn’t move either. For the most part it was him talking and you occasionally nodding your head or humming just to show him you were paying attention.

It was a long story and by the end you were in pure shock.

“A time leaper?” You asked.

“You think I am crazy, don’t you?” He let out a chuckle. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

A time leaper. That was what Shinichiro told you he was. With no hesitation he had told you everything. How Mikey in the original timeline was technically in a coma because he had fallen down the stairs while playing with a model plane. How he had given up working in the shop in order to take care of him. How Mikey died. How he had killed a homeless man to get powers that would take him back to the past and how he had fixed everything. He told you all of it.

If you hadn’t picked up on some of his weird and sometimes extreme behaviour towards Mikey, you and your safety you would have really thought that he was crazy. But there had been times when he would be at the right place at the right time a bit too often. It seemed as if he knew too much but now everything had become clear.

“I…believe you Shin.” You gulped. He raised his eyebrows in question, the cigarette between his lips, long forgotten. He was sweating from his fever that throughout the night had gotten a bit better but was still high and his eyes were red because at some point he had started crying.

You got off his lap and stood up to stretch. His eyes followed your figure and he waited patiently for you to sit back down.

“It’s all fine now though, right?”

“Yes, Shin, you did an excellent job.” You smiled at him.

You were still confused but were trying not to show it. It was not because of his story but because of that man…the original time leaper. It was a known fact that Shinichiro couldn’t fight and that could be confirmed not only by his gang members but by his siblings and grandfather as well. You could barely imagine Shinichiro killing someone though he had told you that after Mikey’s death in the original timeline he was in a very dark space but how dark was that space? Enough to kill a man? Should he be in prison now? Did he regret doing it? Does that make him dangerous? There were many questions that you wouldn’t dare ask him, not right now at least.

As per schedule, Emma entered your room at 7 am ready to inform you about breakfast being ready. Even with you there, she refused to give up her routine of making breakfast for everyone else in the house and would only allow you to cook dinner sometimes.

“They don't know-”

“No. Only Haruchiyo knows.” Shinichiro got up from his bed and got dressed. “For the time being let's just not talk about it. It's Christmas, the last thing I want is for their day to be ruined.” You nodded in agreement and also got up from the bed.

Mikey and Emma were peacefully eating their breakfast and for a short moment you were scared that they hadn't seen their presents under the tree but with one quick look your assumptions vanished. The wraps scattered all over the floor, boxes all over the place with a few toys laying on the couch. You knew you would have to clean up those later but you didn't mind. The expression on their faces was worth it.

Shinichiro and you went present shopping last week and bought as many presents as you could for the two kids. But you also bought presents for Izana. Despite the importance of the day, Shinichiro had managed to convince Takeomi to take care of both Mikey and Emma for a short while so he could give Izana his presents. You were planning on going as well but without Emma's help, you were left alone to make tonight's dinner, something that didn't really matter to you but it would have been nice having her along.

And so that was what happened. Emma and Mikey went to Takeomi's house accompanied by Shinichiro and you began thinking about dinner. Grandpa decided to go out with a friend of his, leaving you alone.

During breakfast the only people that talked were obviously Mikey and Emma with their grandpa being a bit too focused on his newspaper and Shinichiro occasionally jumping in the conversation. No one really noticed you weren't talking, something quite convenient since your head was a mess after the conversation you had with Shinichiro.

So while you were alone, you obviously cleaned the house and at around 5 pm you began cooking after seeing that the weather was awful since it meant that everyone would be coming home soon.

Surprisingly enough, grandpa Sano was the one who picked Mikey and Emma from their friends' house. But judging from the weather and the fact that Shinichiro had left the house without an umbrella, you were more than sure that sooner or later your husband would be back.

"Finally made it." Grandpa Sano sighed and removed his shoes, letting go of his grandchildren to do their own thing.

It had been raining vigorously outside and all weather forecasts were talking about a huge thunderstorm the moment they entered the house. You peeked at the living room where Mikey and Emma were already sitting, watching tv. Grandpa Sano gave you a gentle smile and a pat on the back before walking to the living room to spend time with the kids.

You tasted the soup and was ready to wash your hands to go to the living room as well when you heard the sound of keys. You turned around to look at the door which by that time had opened, revealing a soaked Shinichiro. By the look on his face you understood that something had gone horribly wrong during his time with Izana. You gave a quick glance at the kids to make sure they hadn't noticed anything. They were focused on the movie they were watching. You looked back at Shinichiro.

You hadn’t talked all morning and after all this it felt weird seeing him. Your feelings for him hadn’t changed though. You just found him a bit…strange. How many moments had he re-lived to achieve the perfect future for Mikey and Emma?

“What happened?” You asked him.

“Izana knows we are not related.”

A/n: listen, I know I messed with the timeline a bit and I am terribly sorry but it turned out pretty good and I wanted to keep it so...

#anime and manga #writing #anime #tokyo revengers #tokrev shinichiro #shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro sano x reader #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers shinichiro #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #sano shinichiro x reader #tr shinichiro #shinichiro sano angst #shinichiro x reader angst

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Playboyy Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last week, the Non/Nant plotline led us to a car wash that Porsche's family owns, and the especially rude sex worker works there now. Eventually, the twin located the Playboyy club and tried to seduce the manager who his brother was getting money from. The car wash sex worker was advertising his services online there, and Porsche cut that off, but not before having sex. Zouey did a whole sex thing with his dude involving paint that should never go in your mouth. First is ramping up his S&M play, and eventually painfully inserted a thermometer into ole boy. I forgot what Captain was doing. We left at First having a fight with his dad about his reckless behavior and then getting snatched, though that's also probably a sex thing.

Okay, as visceral as this feels, pretty sure it's still a sex thing.

Episode 3: Sacrificing Yourself

Okay, it was a sex thing.

Wait, pizza boy is supposed to support them now?? This has to be a long play on his part.

I don't recognize the boy with the computer.

Captain is an athletics gay. Interesting.

A knife!!

We have entered another porn sequence: the locker room plus hazing rituals. Unsurprisingly, Captain isn't out to others.

Give your bro a hand scene here we go!

Of course they were fucking with him.

Is this their team captain sniffing in the locker room?

I appreciate the TV limitations this show pushed against with all the groping.

First is a hot mess.

WAIT, DID THIS DUDE JUST SEE NANT?? WHAT DO YOU KNOW, PIZZA BOY???

Non, you are a terrible spy.

Is First really about to act surprised about Pizza Boy?

Membership is free if you give them your credit card info? Okay, sure.

Is this the same boy from before in this cam session?

Despite what he's saying, Zouey doesn't exactly look like he wants it.

Captain and Coach. Someone had fun when they conceived this dynamic.

Now, Teena, what was the point of discussing safe words with a first timer that is clearly uncomfortable if you're not gonna pay attention to him?

I'm probably most invested in Zouey's plotline, because it's some of what I hoped we'd cover with a Mew in OF. He seems especially sensitive about the compulsory expectations of sex.

I'm struggling with the pace that First and Soong have moved at. It's hard to get a sense of time.

Goddamn, Captain. You made revenge porn??

Hoping some of the kinksters can comment on Zouey and First plots this week.

If Soong was the one who was messing around with Nant, why would be hook up with First? Doesn't he know they're friends?

Ah, it was Prom, but then what does Soong know?

I am admittedly struggling with this show. I keep having moments where I'm intrigued by something it's thinking about, but I'm getting kind of bored with the Situations. The softcore porn nature of it isn't enough to really hold my attention.

#playboyy the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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new-oc-blog-every-day · 7 months

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Hersh Headcanons

His real name is Su (Pronounced like Shuh)

He is technically a spirit that was violently murdered as a human and now haunts his shop wanting to make people happy forgetting at times that he is even dead as he still wants a normal life

He named himself Hersh when dead because it was the first name he saw after forgetting who he had been before.

He is very sweet and caring about people but can also flip on a dime to have a dark side when it comes to those who harm innocents and wants revenge on those who killed him.

This dark side is easy to tell apart because his eyes (That are normal brown and hair) turn black instead.

He is basically able to do things like that chocolate guy videos can (Make sculptures / other things out of chocolate) which is what got him his fame after death.

He has to wear a watch at all times that is actually a thermometer that is meant to warn him of his temperature getting to low / high.

He secretly loves hot chocolate even though he can't drink it which is the one thing he hates about being dead.

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s8e21 the great escapist (w. ben edlund)

i am thoroughly confused. did the. i don't even know where to start with the fake sam and dean

DEAN Alright, here we go. John Winchester's famous cure-all kitchen sink stew. There you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, just like Dad used to make. DEAN Yeah, we do the whole airplane thing with the spoon? When was the last time you ate? SAM I- I don't... DEAN Days, Sam. It's been three days. DEAN pulls out a thermometer. SAM When'd you get that? DEAN When you started throwing off heat waves. Here.

this was hard to watch.

SAM Enough, Dean. Please. DEAN The bloody handkerchiefs, the fever, the shaky legs... this is not good.

SAM Well, I'm not good. And I'm not going to be good until we can start moving again. Until I can start the third trial. DEAN Trial? I wouldn't let you start a moped. We're on the rails with this thing, okay, and the only way out of it is through it, believe me, I know. And you know how bad I wanna slam the door on all those sons of bitches. But you gotta let me take care of you, man. You gotta let me help you get your strength back. SAM This isn't a cold. Or a fever, or whatever it is you're supposed to feed. This is part of it all. Those first two trials... they're not just things I did. They're doing something to me. They're changing me, Dean.

sam, i hear you, but you seem to still be human currently and so you do need to eat. like dealing with a sick toddler

they've been doing good sick makeup

i had not thought of that lol but YES YOU SHOULD HAVE

DEAN On that hunch? You can barely function. SAM I'm only gonna get worse.

🥲

CROWLEY Of course, if I wasn't running everything, I could've played Dean myself.

uh huh

so john winchester made a signature stew and took the kids to the grand canyon on a pack mule ride. like... i love little splashes of backstory about the family, but these don't quite line up with the character of john they've established prior :p

again with the hard to watch... 💔

s8e21 / the fifth element (1997)

well, not surprisingly, it gets worse

SAM You used to read to me, um, when I was little, I— I mean, really little, from that— from that old, uh... Classics Illustrated comic book. You remember that? DEAN No. SAM Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur's knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face, and— I remember... thinking, uh, I could never go on a quest like that. Because I'm not clean. I mean, I w— I was just a little kid. You think... maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that— I had... demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I'm— wasn't pure? DEAN Sam, it's not your fault. SAM It doesn't matter anymore. Because these trials... they're purifying me.

💔sam. purifying, killing. potayto potahto. sure padalecki, you had to make me go and get super into my sam feelings before whumpifying to hell and back

well i don't need to even see the rest of his face, that's the dude that i know primarily from the revenge of the nerds movies. i don't know why or even how i ended up seeing those movies so much when i was a kid but

revenge of the nerds (1984) curtis armstrong as booger

DEAN Cure a demon. Okay, ignoring the fact that I have no idea what that actually means, if we— if we do this, you get better, right? I mean, you stop trying to cough up a lung, and, and, and bumping into furniture? SAM I feel better, yeah, um, just having a direction to move in. DEAN Well, good, cause where we're headed doesn't sound like a picnic. SAM But we're heading somewhere. The end.

i'm sure it'll be smooth sailing

i'm getting on board with kevin finally, which means he's gonna die soon, right? and i just don't care at all about this fucking heaven politics angle. it's somewhat reminiscent of the leviathans honestly. eyes glaze over

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x21 #spnhiky #hiky #revenge of the nerds #curtis armstrong #metatron #the fifth element

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stylinbreeze60 · 1 year

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An Argument Lost Before It Started (Haikyuu)

The start of the worst blizzard in 30 years came with large snowflakes dancing loftily to the ground. The weather forecasted worse effects in the mountains, but that hadn’t discouraged Ukai’s long-planned retreat with Karasuno, Nekoma, and Fukurodani into the foothills. He rented a large lodge with an enormous reception hall that could be used as a volleyball court. Ukai declined assistance chaperoning the ruffians. Nothing could go wrong, he told Nekomata before an untimely sneeze.

Two things went wrong.

The first was that one untimely sneeze became many untimely sneezes. By the third day in the hills, while moist snow started to float down onto the tongues of excitable teenagers, Ukai found himself unable to get out of bed.

The second thing to go wrong was the snow itself. It didn’t stop. It blew and piled, wind whistling through the windows of the lodge like a ghost howling. Kuroo kept an eye on his brand new car in the parking lot, the only vehicle at the site. Everyone else had been dropped off by the chartered bus, but Kuroo insisted on driving up to show off his overly glamorous birthday gift.

Kuroo may have thought it glamorous, but it was anything but. 150,000 miles, two-wheel drive, no key fob to unlock the door–he was lucky it was an automatic. Right now the blowing snow around that crimson car (he thought the color very appropriate) created dynamic drifts that had morphed every time he peeked out his assigned dormitory’s window.

The others did their best to keep the ailing Ukai company. Recovering a thermometer from a first aid kit, the coach’s temperature reached 104.5 degrees. Jokes of rolling him downhill to melt a path through the snow aside, something needed to be done soon.

They tried calling for help. Cell signal was always dodgy at the remote locale, but now in the travails of the storm, it was nonexistent.

Kuroo’s eyes widened when he heard there was no way to get help. The snow continued unabated. They couldn’t contact anyone to retrieve Ukai.

The answer was clear. While everyone fretted, Kuroo knew they did have a way to get help. He tried to act strong, even though his knees were shaking.

Continued here (3,451 words): AO3 FFnet

I made bingo! Thank you to all who selected prompts. Next up, hopefully, a blackout.

Outstanding requests:

Gaslighting - requested Jan. 25, 2021 (tumblr anon): 35% drafted

Falling from a Great Height - requested Aug. 5, 2021 (tumblr): planning complete; drafting phase

Revenge by Proxy - requested Aug. 16, 2021 (discord): 40% planned

Unwilling Suspension - requested Oct. 18, 2021 (tumblr): planning complete; drafting phase

#haikyuu #badthingshappenbingo #natural disaster #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #stylin' breeze fics

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enderscribbles · 2 years

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this year is the year the team i'm on actually win... please... o(-<

my profile is here!

This time I'll try to draw more complex pieces instead of focusing on revenging, so I'm looking for characters with cool backstories! See you in July!

[ID: Team card for Artfight The card is green, the avatar is a person with short black hair carrying sunflowers.

The text reads: Team Bloom, User: EnderCursty. I do Friendly Fire and I (try to) revenge are checked. I attack DND characters, OCs with cool stories, and character interactions (especially if your friend's OC is also on AF.)

Featured Characters:

Liz - 17776: an astronaut with pale colored hair carrying a pot of flower.

Phil - 17776: a guy carrying a neutral expression, holding up a NASA badge.

Yutu 2 - 17776: an android with solar panels on her back and bunny ears, knitting.

Gabby - Paranatural: a little girl with dark skin and braided hair, with a thermometer-like snake coiled around her arm.

Legs - MC sona: An enderman wearing a bright yellow raincoat, fidgeting with red string. There are metal spider legs on his back.

Characters I have: Human and Mech(androids) are circled.

other characters I have: DND, paranatural, minecraft, 17776, UT. /End ID]

#artfight #af 2022 #artfight 2022 #team bloom #captioned

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drkineildwicks · 2 years

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Writing Snippets--10/19/2022

Still going strong on the time-travelling Obake AU with eight pages yesterday--got on a nice roll so yay. :D

So from the “Big Problem” episode:

So in other news Obake was really going to have to work with Hiro on what proper revenge strategies looked like.

“No,” he said, taking the paper Hiro had been sketching his idea out on and crumpling it up. “No we’re not doing a presentation that just advertises that Karmi got to you and defeats the purpose of revenge.”

“Hey!” Hiro protested. “That was a good idea!”

“Hiro, your idea was an oversized thermometer,” Obake said, tossing the ball of paper into the trash. “You want to flaunt your superiority, not make yourself a public fool.”

Hiro slouched in his seat, arms crossed and still obviously steaming. “Maybe you just let me sulk for a while,” he grumbled.

“No—sulking is for lesser folk. Scheming is better.”

“So I didn’t see you at lunch,” Tadashi said, bringing in a couple of cups of ramen. “What are you guys even doing?”

“Nothing,” Obake said. “Just continuing Hiro’s lesson.”

“Lesson what lesson Hiro what are you two doing.”

“We’re going to show Karmi and Dr. Amara up,” Hiro said. Looked at Obake. “What lesson?”

“On how to be a proper nemesis,” Obake told him. “Ideally for the most part she shouldn’t even realize it’s you—it’s more entertaining to watch her chase her own tail while you pull the strings in the shadows.” As he could attest to from experience.

“Guys, no,” Tadashi said, putting the ramen cups down. “No swearing vengeance against other people, you’re better than that.”

“How dare you speak such slander.”

“Okay fine you’re not better than that but we’re working on it.” Shove Hiro’s head a little. “Hiro, listen—you want advice on how to best mess with Karmi? Be nice to her.”

“How does that help?” Hiro demanded.

“Because it’ll drive her nuts.”

“Does it work?”

“It’s Biblical,” Obake said, reaching around for one of the ramen cups. “It works.”

“It’s the heap coals of fire upon their head verse,” Tadashi said. “It’s tied with the fools in their folly one as my favorite.”

“That’s the bear-fighting one, right?”

“These do not sound like healthy activities,” Baymax said. “Heaping burning coals on people or fighting bears can: negatively, impact one’s health.”

“They’re metaphors, Baymax,” Tadashi said. “You know metaphors—God isn’t actually telling people to throw burning coals at each other.”

“Although that works too,” Obake muttered.

Tadashi’s quoting Proverbs 25:21-22 and 17:12, which are honestly two verses you’re gonna need when navigating the internet it puts a lot of stuff in context.

...Basically, “Be nice to people because it annoys them” and “you can’t fix stupid.”

#bh6 #big hero 6 #big hero six #big hero 6 the series #big hero six the series #my writing #time-travelling obake au #obake #hiro #tadashi #baymax #more people need to read the Bible tbh

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camilleallison · 1 month

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Forgiveness

Learning to Forgive Others

In our human nature, it can be hard to forgive when we feel like we’ve been wronged or gotten the short end of the stick. We all have this internal thermometer regarding personal justice and fairness. When those lines have been crossed, especially by those we care about, forgiveness can seem like an idea too far away to actually grasp.

The Parable of the Unforgiving Servant

Let’s take a look at Jesus’ Parable of the Unforgiving Servant which can be found in Matthew 18: 21-35. Here we have a story where we see a King who is settling debts owed to him. One of the servants owes a substantial amount of money, but begs the king not to be harsh with him. The king takes pity and forgives the servant’s entire debt. A little while later, that same servant ran into another fellow servant who owed him some money. He grabbed him, choked him, and demanded to be paid what he was owed. The servant who owed te debt begged his mercy and patience. The unforgiving servant denied him that and instead had the man thrown into jail until the debt could be repaid. One of the other servants who witnessed this ordeal ran back to the king and told him what all had happened. The king then called the unforgiving servant back to him and chastised him for his wickedness. The final verses give us Jesus’ point of this story in a nutshell:

“Then the master called the servant in. ‘You wicked servant,’ he said, ‘I canceled all that debt of yours because you begged me to. Shouldn’t you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?’ In anger his master handed him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.“This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother or sister from your heart.”

Here’s what we can learn:

When we’ve been wronged, we tend to slip into these default emotions. We harbor resentment and anger. We may figure out how we might seek revenge. We call others to “vent” about what was done to us. But what Jesus says we should do is go to that person first and forgive them as much or as often as needed. In doing so, there is a much better chance to restore the relationship. When Jesus states that we should forgive 77 times, He is basically telling us that there is no need to keep count or track of how many times we must forgive that person. Rather, we should always be forgiving no matter what. God has mercifully forgiven all of our sins- every wrong doing, perverted thought, past mistakes, and repeated slip-ups. He has forgiven it all. So why do we have such a hard time forgiving others? Why does it seem like it is so much easier for us to be bitter and harbor hate rather than love and show forgiveness?

There is no hope of forgiveness for us unless we forgive.

#forgiveness #christianity #devotional #mental health

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