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How about ‘would they be jealous if you were talking to/hanging out with someone for a long time’? Just how would they act with jealousy for all the saja boys, or baby and mystery if u don’t want to do all of the saja boys

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Demon Boys' And Others With You

Featuring: Jinu Saja, Abs Saja, Mystery Saja, Romance Saja, Baby Saja Reader: Gender neutral

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Jinu Saja

🐦‍⬛ So. Let’s get one thing straight. Jinu was not the jealous type. Why bother? I mean really! He’s a demon for crying out loud! He can shift into the most handsome being, conjure up anything he wants with a snap of his fingers if he so much as wished to. He had no reason to be jealous of others - if anything, others should be jealous of him.

🐦‍⬛ So why is it that when you tell him you’ll have to cancel your date because of this “other person”, he feels like… he doesn’t have everything? His silence must have been confirmation for you. Or maybe it was the call from that other person in the background that made you hang up with a quick, “Love you!”

🐦‍⬛ Jinu doesn’t know - nor does he care as much as he cares about the setup in front of him. It took effort to kick the other guys out and get the living room to look the way it did now: pillows spread on the floor, fluffy blankets tossed around, and a perfect mix of warm and cold snacks for your lazy night together. Some random movie was already playing quietly in the background.

🐦‍⬛ It took considerable self-restraint not to set the calling device - “phone,” as humans called it - on fire, or smash it to bits. Instead, he threw it onto the couch with a dramatic groan, scowling at the feeling curling tight in his chest. It felt far too familiar for his liking - a reminder of his pathetic past.

🐦‍⬛ Jinu brushed it off the first time. Whatever. Fine. You had a life outside of him. Who cares! Not him! ... The Tiger and the Magpie gave him unimpressed stares. Or at least, the bird did. Tiger - Jinu hoped - was trying to console him, especially when he slowly walked over… only to pass him without pause and disappear into Jinu’s room. “Ungrateful cat…” Jinu muttered.

🐦‍⬛ The second time? It wasn’t even supposed to be just the two of you. The guys were also there to hang out with the two of you. Jinu refused to acknowledge the tick in his brow when you told him over the “phone” that you’d unexpectedly had to meet up with someone else.

🐦‍⬛ Jinu also pointedly ignored the sidelong glances the others were giving him. Baby looked utterly disinterested in this matter, while the rest tried to hype him up in their own... unique and completely unnecessary ways- Jinu takes it back. Baby wasn’t the asshole this time. Safe to say, when it kept happening, Jinu was starting to seriously consider binding you to him with a demonic contract.

Jinu would’ve congratulated you - for managing to make him think about anything other than his mission or his desire to reclaim his soul. But you weren’t here. Again. It wasn’t like you two didn’t hang out at all anymore... but it was less than what Jinu was used to. With a heavy sigh, Jinu closed his eyes, pressing his forearm against them as he lay sprawled in bed. Who knew what hour it was? Judging from the low hum of the honmoon barrier mingling with the underlying energy of the others, it wasn’t late enough for them to rest. Not that they needed to - but it helped pass the time when there was nothing else to do. Like right now. Right now, when Jinu could - should - be focusing on the reason he was even in the human world to begin with. But he couldn’t. Because every time he tried, his mind circled back to you. To the thought that maybe you’d figured out who - what - he was. That maybe he didn’t have whatever it was you were looking for... and you were seeking it in someone else. “Ridiculous...” he muttered. Unsure if it was aimed at himself or the situation. His thoughts betrayed him, replaying moment after moment with you. His hand reached automatically for Tiger, who had curled up on his stomach and was now purring softly. Comforting. He thought of your first meeting. The first time you went out to dinner and actually made him laugh - really laugh, not the practised kind he’d perfected over centuries. The way you smiled when you were just being you, and how that let him ease into showing bits of himself - shifting between disguise and truth. He remembered introducing you to the others. The way you slowly, but surely easier into his life more. You even hung out with th—

Jinu's eyes snapped open. He shot upright so suddenly that Tiger had to duck off the bed to avoid being smacked in the face. Jinu sat there, eyes blown wide, as a memory slammed into him like a newly turned demon. He hadn’t corrected either of them. You hadn’t been with them at the time - but knowing those idiots? There was no telling when they might’ve run into you without mentioning it and just blurring the same words in front of you. Teasingly or not, Jinu could easily imagine you not taking it well. Could it be…? His eyes narrowed, glowing gold for a brief second before flicking back to black as his ears strained, hearing the phone on his nightstand vibrate seconds before ringing. He glanced at the screen - then instantly answered it, pressing the phone to his ear. Your voice, as beautiful and soothing as always, spilled into the quiet and Jinu felt tension he didn’t even know he was holding unravel inside him. “Jinu~ Why aren’t you sleeping?” He pulled one knee up to rest his elbow on it, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he answered just as gently, “Who says you didn’t wake me up, hmm?” It seemed it was late for a human then. Hearing you laugh and shifting around in the background, Jinu zeroed his attention on you. “Because when you sleep, you sleep, hahaha!” Not true, Jinu thought - but didn’t say. He was wide awake plenty of times. But if pretending to be asleep meant you’d play with his hair longer, he’d do it every time. There was a pause. He could only hear your breathing. And usually, that was enough. It brought him peace. But even across the distance, he could feel your hesitance. A subtle uncertainty within your honmoon signature that made something twist in his chest.

Why are you hesitating… with me?

He pressed the phone tighter to his ear, fingers twitching with the urge to reach for your wavelength through the barrier as the hollowness in his chest thrummed with quiet ache. Before he met you, the void was easier to ignore - insatiable, familiar. But now… even if it wasn’t full, you brought warmth. A soft light that flickered in the emptiness where a soul should have been.

He didn’t want to go back to that empty place. He didn’t want to go back to before you. “Jinu?” you finally said his name, and the hesitation in it made him tense again. He wanted to ask, What is it? He wanted to ask, Are you going to end this? But his thoughts spiralled too fast to settle on just one question. Which was ridiculous. He had nothing to lose and nothing to give you. This whole... arrangement wasn't even there to last... That should’ve made it easier. Should’ve. But did not. Jinu let out a deep breath, realising you wouldn’t continue unless he showed he was listening. Shifting, he lay back on the pillow, gripping the phone tightly. “Yeah?” he finally breathed, ignoring Tiger’s piercing gaze and Magpie’s scrutinising stare from across the room. He expected a lot. Maybe an awkward apology - not that you needed to apologise. He’d never outright said anything was wrong. Maybe you’d tell him you weren’t comfortable anymore. Maybe— That’s why, when your next words came, his eyes widened, and he blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Is something wrong?” you asked, unsure and worried. “No—No. Pffft. Nooo—why would you think that?” he said, way too quickly. Even a blind human would’ve known something was off. Another pause. Then a sigh. “Jinu…” you said his name with a tired, warning tone. He grinned shakily, even though you couldn’t see it. “Yeeees?” he drawled, teasing - but you huffed. He could almost see your expression: the smile tugging at your lips, the brow you always raised when he was clearly bullshitting. Then there was silence again. This time, Jinu broke it. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagged. Under Tiger’s drilling gaze, Magpie’s quiet judgement, and your pressing silence he finally admitted what had been weighing him down. “You never—” No, that wasn’t right. He inhaled and tried again. “We don’t spend as much time as we used to and I - I can’t help but wonder if… the person you always seem to prefer has something I… don’t.” He couldn’t hide the flush in his cheeks. Embarrassed. But it was either say it or let it rot the short-lived connection that brought him comfort. Thankfully, you didn’t let him stew for long. “Baboya~” you said fondly, and Jinu could hear your smile. “These people are just part of the project I was assigned to.” Jinu blinked. Speechless. “…Project?” he echoed. Barely registering this "person" were "people". You laughed gently. “Yes! Hahaha! I really do apologise. Looks like I forgot to tell you… It’s just hard to focus on all my responsibilities when I’m with you, Jinu. I promise! This time, I won’t bail on you, ’kay?” He felt his face soften into a grin. Something in his chest buzzed - there may be no heart in his core, but he could still feel the growing warmth. He bent forward, clutching his shirt with his free hand, grinning like an idiot. “You better… You don’t want me to steal you right in front of them, do you?” You laughed, probably thinking he was joking. But Jinu wasn’t. Not even a little. Your words reassured him that he was enough - but after everything he’d experienced, he wasn’t going to let anyone take your time meant for him. He wasn’t that reasonable of a “man.”

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Abs Saja

💪 Abby had no issue with you hanging out with others. He trusted that you had eyes and knew he was a catch - and that you’d tell him if something wasn’t right, just like he bluntly did to you.

💪 Family hangouts? Easy. Abby had no problem showing up and showing off to your relatives even when he was not invited. Friends? Peers? All of that was just background noise - opportunities, really - for him to flex as your partner while the cute little rats around the two of you squealed his praises. It was a win-win.

💪 His eagerness and chill attitude about you being around others, however, was not a green light for you to pull a: “Me and the others are having a slumber party!” - followed by a kiss on the cheek and a swift sprint out of the apartment he shared with the guys.

💪 Abby respected your clever escape, because he knew if you didn’t plan it like a prison break, he would’ve already had you trapped in his arms, hoisted over his shoulder, and dragged off to his room for his required daily dose of nightly cuddles - unbothered by your flailing attempts to escape.

💪 Abby was a demon who couldn't hide his reactions. So when the door shut behind you, his brain was still buffering - trying to piece together what the hell just happened - before his lips pulled into a dramatic pout. He turned to his brothers lounging in the living room and pointed at the door with his thumb in a wordless: Can you believe that?!

💪 Jinu and Romance exchanged a glance while Mystery just shook his head - less in understanding and more in quiet pity. Baby released his lollipop with a loud pop as he looked him over with drooped eyes. “Pathetic.” Then he put his lollipop back and went right back to scribbling in a notebook, no doubt perfecting Jinu’s lyrics again.

It was safe to say Abby didn’t require rest. He didn’t have a heart like humans, meaning he didn’t need rest to produce whatever the blood was formed from for it to function. For demons, sleep was more of a pastime - something to do when there was nothing else going on. But for Abby? There was always something going on. He wasn’t the structured type - he always went with whatever caught his attention or he thought was a great idea to do. However, ever since you entered his life, Abby had developed one routine. You, in his bed, sleeping next to him every night. No exceptions. Until today. Because today, you decided a bunch of squealing meat sticks were more important than him and your shared cuddles. And for what, exactly? A slumber party? What the fuck even was that? Well, he knew now - thanks to Mystery, who had flipped through one of his human books and casually explained that slumber parties were events where humans “bonded” by staying up late, talking… and summoning demons. Which - hello? You already had a demon. Him. Or were you trying to tell him he was supposed to go to that party and fight off some pathetic, low-ranking worm of a demon to prove himself to you? That theory was quickly shut down by Juni, who waved his arms frantically and made a big “X” with his hands. “No, no,” Juni said, exasperated. “It’s not that kind of slumber party.” Yes, it was about bonding and talking, he explained - but mostly it was eating snacks, playing games, and then cuddling together before falling asleep. Abby did not like that. Were you saying he wasn’t good enough to cuddle? Not warm enough? Not sturdy enough? He could change forms if you needed him to! All you had to do was say the word - he could be anything for you. All he needed to do was tell you that he was a demon who could- Abby let out a frustrated growl into his pillow, which was currently trapped in a suffocating death grip. The others - excluding Romance, who had flashed him an enthusiastic thumbs-up - had shot him sharp, warning glares the moment he suggested it. Their not-so-subtle way of saying: fucking try it.

He huffed, burying his chin into the pillow that still smelled like both of you. His bored eyes drifted toward the glittering honmoon barrier, pulsing in slow, even waves on the bed. He hated how badly he wanted to devour you - to keep you with him at all times. The craving swelled in his chest as he hugged the pillow tighter. A glimmer of your energy flickered inside the honmoon. Abby’s eyes sharpened. Without realising it, he reached out - his clawed finger sinking into the mattress just inches from the glowing thread of your wavelength. That glimmering crimson pulsed over the faint blue. He grinned. Leaning forward, he easily cast your line into his shadow, the dying blue and vibrant red of your link illuminating his face. His sharper teeth gleamed. Abby growled in approval, "My small, precious human..." he murmured, nuzzling his nose into the line, pressing his cheek against it as your wavelength trembled. Seconds later, the device Juni called a “phone” began ringing on his nightstand. Lazily rising, Abby leaned over, using one hand to balance himself while the other reached for the phone. The moment he saw your name on the screen, his grin deepened. Satisfaction pulsed through him as he accepted the call. He purposely lowered his voice, making it gravelly - like he’d just woken up. “What’s up...” “Abby?” Your voice was soft, startled, like you were rudely awakened by something. He hummed deeply in response, shifting on the bed so his feet touched the floor. He could hear you moving around in the background too, still disoriented. “Ah—sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you…” “No, no,” he replied gently. “You called. Did something happen?” He added a slight rasp, pretending to wake himself up for you. You yawned, which made him chuckle as he stood and stretched his shoulders, muscles flexing. “No, nothing really. Just… do you think I—” He cut you off smoothly, already halfway to his closet. “Want me to come get you, sweet thing?” There was a pause on your end as he pulled on a random shirt. As soon as he put the phone back to his ear, your answer poured out, soft and almost drowsy. “…Please.” That one word was all he needed. Abby's grin stretched wider. Your voice sounded fuzzy, affected by the pull of the honmoon - probably a side effect of him tampering with it earlier. Nothing dangerous. Just made it a little easier for him. Especially if your wavelength was already weakened by their influence on you.

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Mystery Saja

🐶 Mystery was the only one among the others who was genuinely curious about the human world - in the way a scientist might be fascinated by their test subjects. A curiosity that wasn’t driven by affection or sentimentality, but by the cold, sharp edge of analysis.

🐶 That same curiosity had granted him rare insight into human behaviour. And comparing it to the era he hailed from? Mystery often wondered if he’d been born on an entirely different planet.

🐶 One of the more puzzling subjects he studied was the human desire to bond. Or more accurately - the innate need to form multiple, meaningful connections with others.

🐶 Okay… but so what? You already had Romance, with whom you could talk endlessly about new trends. Abby, who behaved like an oversized golden retriever, constantly dragging you around the city and showing you places even you - a human who lived around here - didn’t know existed. You had Juni, who could pass as the most "normal" out of all of them and offered you the kind of grounded interaction humans seemed to crave. And Baby, who teased you endlessly until you smacked him with a pillow and he cackled like it was his reward.

🐶 You even had a good rapport with Tiger and Magpie, who you adored taking on nightly walks on which Mystery tended to tag along.

🐶 And he had given you everything a human partner could possibly want. Warm meals, stimulating conversation, the kind of scorching pleasure that left you trembling - your pleas for more eventually turning into breathless gasps begging him to slow down before you could faint.

🐶 So please. Enlighten him again how meeting these random strays was more important than spending time with him, while he read, and you used him like your personal massage therapist for your feet.

“There are not strays, 'Tery,” you sighed, arms crossed, standing your ground before him. He stood perfectly still, blocking the front door of the apartment he shared with the others. “They’re my cousins.” Mystery blinked once - not that you could see it with his fringe in the way - so he tilted his head slightly instead, the silver earrings on his left ear swaying. “What’s the difference?” You let out a short snort, stepping forward to playfully shove his chest. But Mystery remained unmoved. He couldn’t comprehend how being blood-related made a difference. Related or not, they were still doing the same thing. Taking you away from him. Having to realise that was not a joke, you straightened your posture, running a hand through your hair and said, “Mystery—” Oh no. You said his full name. It wasn't even the real one. It was the name Juni had given him. And yet, somewhere along the way, it had rooted itself into his core so deeply that hearing it from your lips had a startling effect.

Your closeness was even worse. The way you stood there, just a breath away. The possibility of closing that distance— It made shivers spread under his skin. The corners of his mouth twitched, ears straining to catch each syllable that left your lips. “I’ll be back by 5:20,” you said, voice calm, trying to sound reasonable. “Maybe earlier. I don’t know how long they’ll keep me.” You really were sounding logical. But not to him. Mystery didn’t move. A thick silence settled between you as you stared him down, and he stared back through the veil of hair over his eyes. He relished the way your gaze roamed over him, your brows furrowed with concern. Without saying a word, Mystery reached up and gently smoothed the crease between them with his thumb. Your shoulders dropped. You exhaled. “Fiiine,” you groaned, giving him a look. “You can come with.” Good human, he thought, stepping aside and offering his arm. You looped yours through it without protest, and together you left for the café where your strays - your cousins - were waiting. At the café, Mystery immediately picked up on the subtle awkwardness between the strangers and himself. The two you’d introduced as your cousins kept glancing between him and the curious patrons nearby, who were clearly trying to place his face. Hmm. Maybe this wasn’t about you wanting to get away from him. Maybe you were trying to avoid drawing attention? Not that he cared. He adjusted the cap you'd jammed onto his head before leaving the apartment and relaxed into the chair. Now he could casually tell the others that he’d simply taken the opportunity to do “fan outreach.” Humans adored that kind of thing, didn’t they? Idols doing normal things. Going out for disgusting oil-water - what was it called again? Coffee. Romance had explained it to him once with a flair. Something about chic trend and university aesthetic... Whatever.

Mystery barely stifled a sigh when your male cousin awkwardly introduced himself, followed by your female cousin. After that, the conversation mostly flowed between you and them. Meanwhile, Mystery was simply trying not to spit out the moldy tar water in front of him and onto your cousin’s face. You said it wouldn’t take long - and thankfully, it didn’t. The two cousins had places to be. Finally outside in the fresh air, Mystery nodded at the male who returned it, a polite bow exchange with the female - and then they hugged you one by one, flashing bright smiles as they said goodbye and left behind their stench on your clothes. Mystery watched with idle disinterest… until you turned toward him with a bright smile and started walking. Without missing a beat, he fell into step beside you, his movements effortless. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he slid his arm around your waist, drawing you closer with practiced ease. “'Tery,” you hissed, startled, your head twisting as if to check whether your cousins were still nearby. “What if they—?” Before you could finish, his hand slid up from your waist to your back and finally settled on the back of your neck. He gently tilted your head forward, voice soft and steady, “No worries. They’re already gone.” You checked him for reassurance, and upon seeing his relaxed smile, you finally eased up, trusting him entirely. As you leaned into his side, Mystery kept his hand on the back of your neck - his fingers slowly kneading the base. Casually, he lifted his other hand to fix his hair, as he hooked few fingers under the strands of his fringe, letting them part as he subtly turned his head to the side, revealing one of his eyes. Sky blue, rimmed with glowing gold - until, in a blink, the gold swallowed the colour whole. His pupil narrowed into a sharp horizontal slit as his gaze locked onto your cousins. They were now frozen in place, lingering by the café entrance. He let them see it. The flash of inhuman sharpness in his smile. The knowing glint. He let it linger just long enough for their wavelengths in the honmoon to spike in alarm before he blinked, his eyes returning to their human form as he turned, letting his fringe fall back into place, Without another glance back, he walked leisurely beside you, pleased with the phantom of their fear still dancing at the edge of his senses like static. Mystery drank it all. And oh, how sweet it was.

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Romance Saja

🌹 Romance would proudly say it aloud: he didn’t understand the word jealousy.

🌹 He’d only first heard of it when he’d tagged along to the human world with the others. Baby had been grumbling about how absurdly jealous their fans could get, muttering it with a dramatic eye-roll. When Romance asked what the word meant, the younger demon had stared at him flatly, gave a shrug, and went back to chewing his gum. He waved him off lazily with, “Ask Fringy, I heard it from those shitty movies he watches. ” That word had piqued Romance’s interest. So, naturally, he went to Mystery as Baby had advised him.

🌹 Mystery didn’t bother answering directly. He simply set aside the book he’d been obsessing over, rising from the couch in one slow, fluid motion. Without a word, he drifted over to his beloved bookshelf - the one Romance secretly admired for its intricate, hand-carved detailing - and retrieved a hefty, leather-bound volume. Returning to him, Mystery opened it on some page, tapped a single word with one painted finger, and said coolly, “Read.”

🌹 Romance blinked at him, raised a brow at the demon's tone, then shrugged and did as told. A moment passed - and then he wheezed out a sudden burst of laughter, clutching his stomach as he tried not to choke on how own spit. Mystery, unfazed, simply straightened. With his usual calmness, he closed the book, returned it to its shelf, and without a single glance back, strolled wordlessly to his room, shutting the door with a soft but final click - leaving Romance in the midst of his hysterical laughter.

🌹 What a ridiculous term! Only self-pitying, bone-dry beings with not an ounce of self-respect could feel "angwy" over something they didn’t have and wished to possess. For what? To feel better?

🌹 Oh, honey~ If you feel miserable without it, you’ll still feel miserable even with it. To Romance, jealousy became just another made-up human excuse - an elegant little lie to mask their fear of revealing their true beauty. Easier to envy others than to honour one’s own shine he guessed.

🌹 He shook his head, the corners of his lips lifting into a pitying smile. Truly pitiful. And that’s exactly what made humans so very entertaining.

It was late into the night, and with nothing better to do - everything already set and ready - Abs had declared a Monopoly match. Now, they were all gathered around the coffee table in the living room. Juni was subtly stealing from the "bank," deep in debt to Abby, who was somehow winning - though even the big guy himself didn’t seem to realise it. Mystery’s section was the most organised; he had to keep pushing up his fringe, revealing glimpses of his sculpted face and paralysing eyes - eyes Romance often claimed were more brilliant than diamonds - as he squinted at the fine print on the cards, just in case. He didn’t seem to notice Baby quietly stealing from him… again. The youngest demon among them always somehow landing in jail. Romance hoped it wasn't some future sign. He, on the other hand, was also losing, apparently. But he didn’t care. He was far more invested in choosing the more aesthetically pleasing structures on the board that he could buy. They were waiting for Mystery to roll the dice when Romance’s ears twitched at the soft sound of his door opening. He looked up just as you stepped out, dressed in an eye-catching outfit - comfortably casual, yet still striking enough to turn heads and leave people wondering if you were even real. Pride swelled in Romance’s chest. The entire ensemble was one he’d picked out for you. With an approving nod, he turned back to the board. Mystery seemed to be deciding whether to use the card in his hand now or later, causing everyone except Romance to glare at him impatiently. Naturally, the demon was unbothered. Romance heard your footsteps approach and, knowing exactly why, he straightened. Tipping his head back, he smiled just as your gentle fingers lifted his chin and your lips brushed the corner of his mouth. Neither of you paid any mind to the eyes now locked on you - nor to Juni’s dramatic gagging, which earned him a shove from Abby - or the loud pop of gum before Baby scoffed, “Disgusting,” and turned back to the board. Romance wasn’t even sure Mystery could see - his fringe was so rich it was practically a curtain. Not that Romance cared; all his attention was on the angel standing above him.

You smiled softly down at him. “I’ll be out with some of my friends and their acquaintances. Should be back around eleven.” Romance hummed, flashing a dazzling smile. “Enjoy the night, darling. Don’t be cheap on yourself,” he said with a lilting, playful tone, then turned back to the game, perfectly content - though he noted your gaze lingered. When it didn’t shift, and neither did you, he eventually looked up. The other guys had stared at him too - besides Mystery who finally rolled the dice. Romance tilted his head at you, curious. “Yes, love? Something the matter? Do you want to borrow one of my pieces of jewellery, is that it?” he asked earnestly, clearly confused by your startled expression. There was a pause - just the two of you in your own pocket of silence - before you shook your head quickly and gave a hesitant smile. “N-No! No need. Thank you for the offer though,” you said, bowing gratefully before flashing him a radiant grin. “Enjoy your night!” Romance returned it with one of his own, lifting his hand to wave as he watched you leave. “You shall too, my lovely darling!”

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Baby Saja

🍼 Baby never understood the whole concept of jealousy. He always squinted suspiciously whenever he saw one of those people inside the magic box Juni told them humans called the “TV.” A box Mystery had grown as attached to as he was to his stupid books.

🍼 With nothing else to do today, Baby had two equally terrible options: Be dragged to some human food chain by Romance and Abby like Juni had - relegated to “human translator” duty for demons - or sit in his room while Mystery sat through one of him movie marathons on that box, volume turned low... which, for Baby’s hearing, may as well have been blaring at full blast.

🍼 He had zero intention of venturing out alone. No need to provoke the huntresses any more than they already had. They knew what he and the others were, and Baby didn’t feel like fighting - not with his brain still aching from today’s string of stupid shows designed to entertain the masses like they were circus animals. Baby swore Gwi-Ma was punishing him twice for his human sins.

🍼 So, he ended up sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, arms loosely draped over his knees, while Mystery’s attention remained glued to the humans on-screen. The female protagonist had just spotted the male lead talking - laughing, even - with another woman after getting a message from the male that morning that he would be busy. The girl’s face twisted. She marched into the café, called him a player, and dumped his own drink over his head.

🍼 Baby narrowed his eyes, unimpressed, and bit into the lollipop in his mouth. “What the shit...” he muttered, gesturing vaguely at the screen. “Why not just talk to the guy instead of pulling a tantrum like a brat?”

🍼 He leaned back with a grimace. Even as a demon, he was rooting for the male lead to ditch her. “Man... just give up and take the other chick,” he muttered, rotating the lollipop stick slowly between his fingers. “Humans are fascinating...” Mystery said, voice flat and unreadable. Baby snorted, smirking. “Sure they are. Can’t even think rationally.”

🍼 The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up - his instincts prickling. He could feel Mystery’s gaze drilling into him. Unable to ignore it, Baby snapped his head around and glared up at his senior. “What?”. Mystery tilted his head slightly. “We were once humans, too.” Baby scoffed, turning back to the screen. “Yeah, and? Look where our rationality got us,” he muttered, biting down sarcastically on the word.

🍼 With nothing else to add, the two demons lapsed into companionable silence, watching as the male protagonist ran after the girl with the temper tantrum. Baby’s canines lengthened unconsciously, piercing through the candy in his mouth. Pathetic, he thought.

Baby didn’t even know how the fuck he got here. It started with Abby hyping up some “amazing BBQ chain” on the outskirts of the city - and ended with all five of them sitting in one of the private cars, courtesy of the industry that scouted them after that godawful “Soda Pop” song. Baby still shuddered at the memory. That song was a fucking curse. If any lesser demon so much as whispered it near him- He huffed and slouched deeper into his seat, pulling out the "phone". Your chat log stared back at him: a single cat sticker, a cheery “Good morning!” and a short I’ll be busy today. That same moment, Baby had immediately messaged back asking, Busy with what?, reacting to the sticker with a sun emoji. You hadn’t read it yet. “Tch.” Whatever. Baby brushed it off like he brushed off the growing void in his chest - and the saliva pooling in his mouth. The urge to devour your soul was stronger than usual. He figured even his demon body was getting impatient to blend with you already. Soon, he thought, lips quirking into a smile. That was enough to earn a suspicious glance from Abby, who immediately commented that he looked “creepy.” So Baby chucked his phone at his face. It nearly escalated into a full-blown brawl, if not for Mystery and Juni unleashing just enough demonic aura to force the two of them to sit back down. Baby hated that he couldn’t fight back properly without risking his head getting sliced off. His body would regenerate - eventually -but sitting around bodyless for hours was a major buzzkill. Now, they were trailing behind Mystery, who’d been told to “smell out” the BBQ spot since none of them knew how to use phones beyond the bare minimum. And even that had taken months of trial and error. Romance was banned from dialling the emergency number after he’d used it for every minor inconvenience, so they wouldn't get locked up even before the mission could start. So as they followed the demon bloodhound through the streets, Baby came to a sudden stop. His droopy eyes, widened. He felt it - a faint tremble in the air. Your wavelength. His skin buzzed. Instinctively, his hand reached out to grasp it, only to recoil with a snarl as the huntresses' protection burned his palm.

Fucking nuisance. The fact that you were still untouched by demonic influence - still holding strong even after getting closer to him - set Baby’s teeth on edge. It made him boil. He wanted nothing more than to go head-to-head with those three bitches and rip apart whatever invisible leash was tied around you. All so he could feel your line clinging to him without restraint. While the others continued walking, Baby peeled away from the group, scanning his surroundings. The honeymoon wave meant you were either nearby or you lived on this specific street. And no - he was pretty sure you didn’t live out here. He followed the trace across the road, dodging pedestrians, until he came to a halt. There you were. Sitting inside a café. Laughing. With some rando. You were perched on a bar stool beside them, hands cradling a cup as you spoke, giggled, playfully nudged the other - and received a shove back followed by more laughter. Baby’s lip curled, a low growl escaping him. His eyes narrowed. Is this what that female protagonist felt? Fuck no. He didn’t have pathetic self-pitying thoughts. He was untouchable. He didn’t need validation. He knew he was great. No, what Baby felt wasn’t that flimsy human brand of jealousy. This was something far more primal. An urge. To walk straight through the café doors, wedge himself between you and that leech, threaten them without saying a word, and drag you out of there. Just because your time - your presence - belonged to him. Relaxing into the sensation, Baby smirked to himself. Adjusting the bucket hat shielding some of his features from rabid fans, he casually strolled toward the café. The cashier greeted him. He ignored it. Each step he took was precise. Measured. Confident in a predatory grace wrapped in an attractive human shell. His boots clacked sharply against the wood flooring, but you didn’t hear him. The ambient café noise covered his approach, and your back was turned - attention fully on the leech across from you. The leech, however, did see him. And instead of meeting ordinary human eyes like they had to expect, they met glowing gold, shadowed under the brim of his hat. Pupils slitted in sharp attention. Baby tilted his head, lips peeling into a smile far too wide, sharp canines flashing. The leech flinched hard, nearly falling off the stool. That finally got your attention. You whipped around with an adorable little glare, ready to scold whoever scared your friend- Only to find yourself face to face with Baby. Silver-blue eyes blinked innocently. Calm expression. Head tilted owlishly as if he were the one surprised to see you.

[glamourcheetah75]

Jacked and Kind 📱

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness

Summary: With TikTok possibly disappearing for good, you want to post one last trend video. Paige refuses. So you film it with someone else. And suddenly, she’s not quite as chill as she pretended to be.

-

“I’m not doing it,” Paige says for the third time, her arms crossed over her chest, completely unmoved.

“You literally already have drafts,” I protest, holding my phone like it’s proof in a courtroom. “You’ve got more saved TikToks than me, and I’m chronically online.”

“That’s different,” she mutters. “Drafts don’t count.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “It’s literally called the Jacked and Kind trend. You’re jacked. You’re kind—barely, but it counts. People would eat it up.”

Paige just shrugs. “Then let them starve.”

I groan, flopping back onto the couch. “Fine. I’ll ask someone else.”

I don’t really mean it. Or at least, I don’t think I do. But an hour later, I’ve got my best friend (and Paige’s teammate) Azzi standing next to me, smirking at the camera while I mouth the words:

We hit the poses. We flex. We laugh.

It’s dumb.

It’s perfect.

And when I post it? It blows up.

-

I don’t notice Paige’s mood shift at first.

But when we’re getting ready to leave the dorm, she’s uncharacteristically quiet. She doesn’t hold my hand in the hallway like she usually does. At the dining hall, she barely looks up from her tray.

Finally, I nudge her under the table. “Okay. What’s up?”

She shrugs, stabbing her pasta with a little too much force.

I tilt my head. “Is this about the TikTok?”

Her jaw tightens.

I blink. “Oh my god. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not,” she says too quickly.

I smirk. “You totally are.”

“I just think it’s interesting that the one time I say no, you’re immediately flexing with someone else on the internet.”

“It was for the trend!” I laugh. “It’s not like I posted a thirst trap with captions like ‘my favorite teammate 😍.’”

“You didn’t have to,” Paige mutters.

I lean in, voice softer. “Paige. Come on. You know you’re my favorite everything.”

She finally looks at me.

And under all the grumbling, I see it—the vulnerability. The tiny crack in her confidence that she’d rather hide.

I reach for her hand across the table. “I only wanted you in it because it’s true. You are jacked. And you’re kind, even if you act like you’re above TikTok. You’re also mine. And no trend’s worth more than that.”

She exhales, the fight leaving her posture.

“Okay,” she finally says.

I blink. “Okay what?”

“I’ll do it. The trend.”

I gasp. “Seriously?!”

“But only if we post it together. With that caption.”

“What caption?”

She smirks. “‘She’s mine. Get your own.’”

I laugh, already reaching for my phone. “Deal. But you’re doing the flex this time.”

“I always do,” she says, smug.

And this time, when she wraps her arm around me for the video, she pulls me a little closer—like maybe the real trend here… is falling for her all over again.

-

💌 Authors Note:

This was pure playfully possessive girlfriend Paige energy. I love giving her just the tiniest bit of jealousy—not because she doesn’t trust you, but because she cares way more than she lets on. And let’s be honest: she would have the best drafts but never post.

Also inspired by @prettygirl-gabi 💕

[cbeargyu]

lettre pour toi

summary: a shy high school senior accidentally slips a love letter into the wrong locker, thinking it belongs to her crush park sunghoon — but instead, it ends up in the hands of lee heeseung, a notorious delinquent who takes the letter seriously and declares them a couple on the spot, starting an unexpected and chaotic love story.

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre: high school au, romance, fluff, crack, slowburn, light angst.

warnings: delinquent!heeseung, possessive behavior, kissing, stolen first kiss, mild language, emotional tension, misunderstandings, power imbalance.

wc: 5k

love was in the air at mok-hae high school, quite literally, and maybe even overwhelmingly so. the long-awaited valentine’s day festival had finally returned after years of being nothing more than a forgotten tradition, and this year, it felt like the entire campus had bloomed with rose petals and heart-shaped confessions. students wandered the decorated halls hand-in-hand, lockers were covered in pastel-colored post-its with anonymous messages, and every classroom buzzed with excitement and hushed whispers about who had confessed to who. it was only halfway through the day, and already a third of the school had somehow ended up with an official partner, flowers in hand and bright smiles on their faces.

and you? well, you had made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let this day end like all the others — watching from the sidelines with a heart full of longing and a mouth too afraid to speak. no, this time would be different. this time you were going to confess. and not to just anyone — to him. park sunghoon.

he was a year older, part of the senior class, and although you’d barely spoken more than a few words to him since you met, he had quietly occupied the center of your world for longer than you cared to admit. tall, graceful, effortlessly charming with that soft black hair and soft eyes that somehow managed to look cold and warm at the same time, he was the kind of boy you only read about in shojo manga or saw staring out the windows in coming-of-age dramas.

girls liked him, boys respected him, and teachers always gave him that subtle look of admiration. but you? you worshipped him. silently, from afar. like a secret you folded and refolded in your chest so many times it had started to fray around the edges. he was everything you weren’t — confident, eloquent, easy to notice — while you were soft-spoken, painfully shy, the kind of girl who always chose the back corner seat and barely raised her hand in class. even your friends sometimes forgot you were in the room unless you were directly spoken to.

you remembered the exact moment your feelings for sunghoon began — it had been almost a year ago, a rainy monday afternoon when you had clumsily dropped your entire backpack just as the dismissal bell rang. your notebooks had scattered across the hallway, papers soaked in the puddles of muddy water students had tracked in, and no one had stopped. no one, except him. sunghoon had crouched down without a word, helped you gather everything with quiet precision, and gently handed you your favorite pen, the one you thought you'd lost, as if it were something precious.

he hadn’t smiled, not really, but he did meet your eyes and said, "be careful next time, yeah?" before disappearing into the crowd like some angel sent to rescue you for no reason at all. your heart hadn’t been the same since.

so now here you were, clutching the result of three sleepless nights — a love letter. a real, handwritten, hopelessly sincere love letter on soft pink paper, tucked inside a plain white envelope decorated with heart-shaped stamps you had spent an embarrassing amount of time aligning perfectly. it was all there, every single one of your feelings spelled out like an open wound, raw and trembling. how you’d admired him from afar, how much that single moment of kindness meant to you, how much you dreamed of him possibly — maybe — liking you back. you hadn’t dared to sign it with your full name, but you hoped he’d know. or maybe you hoped he wouldn’t. you didn’t know which would be worse.

"wait— a letter? you’re seriously going to give him a letter?" yoojung’s voice was almost a screech, her eyebrows practically disappearing into her hairline as she stared at you with a look of horror. she had nearly combusted when you showed her the envelope, her hands flailing like you had just told her you were about to perform open-heart surgery on yourself in front of the entire school. you felt your chest tighten and the tears sting the back of your eyes, your already-fragile courage crumbling under the weight of her reaction. it wasn’t even her fault — you knew this about yourself. you were sensitive. too sensitive. years of being teased, of being told you were too quiet, too weird, too invisible had turned your shyness into something permanent. you were the kind of person who apologized for existing too loudly. how could you ever hope someone like sunghoon would even remember your face?

"i can’t just say it to his face! i’d start stuttering and then probably start crying in front of him, and then i’d die, yoojung!" your voice cracked, cheeks burning in humiliation, hands tightening around the letter like it was both your salvation and your doom. you could already imagine it — your voice barely audible, his polite but confused expression, the silence stretching too long before he gave you that gentle, apologetic rejection that would haunt you for the rest of the school year. yoojung sighed, dramatically, tossing her head back like she was starring in her own soap opera, but you knew she didn’t mean it cruelly. she just didn’t understand. she was loud and brave and spoke without fear. you weren’t like that. never had been. and maybe never would be.

it had taken you everything — absolutely everything — to walk down the quiet corridor, envelope clutched tightly to your chest like it was a ticking bomb rather than a simple piece of paper filled with shaky handwriting and hearts drawn in red ink. locker number 151 sat at the very end of the hallway, beneath the slanted sunlight coming through the windows, looking strangely ordinary for something that belonged to the boy who had taken up residence in your dreams every single night.

you told yourself, again and again, that no one would be there to see you, that no one would notice or care, that it was just a letter and people left letters all the time, especially on valentine’s day. but your body refused to believe your thoughts — your hands trembled uncontrollably, your knees felt weak, and your heart slammed against your ribs like it was trying to escape. it was pathetic.

even now, in this empty hallway, with no one watching, the simple act of slipping a piece of paper through a locker vent made you feel like you were committing some kind of crime. you hesitated. once. twice. three times. until finally, with one last breath and eyes squeezed shut, you shoved it in through the thin metal slit and turned on your heel, running back toward your classroom like your life depended on it.

you had told your teacher you needed to use the bathroom, a lie that came too easily when your stomach was already twisted in knots. luckily, the hallway had been deserted, a rare miracle in such a busy school, and no one had seen you sneak out or rush back.

you reached the physics lab just as the bell rang, your breath caught in your throat, palms damp, the image of locker 151 burned behind your eyelids. the festival was over now — the booths were being taken down, students were returning to their regular classes, and reality was setting back in like a cold breeze after a dream. it was done. the letter had been delivered. whether sunghoon would read it or toss it without a second glance… well, that wasn’t something you could control anymore.

but the shaking didn’t stop. even as you sat back in your seat, trying to focus on the board, your fingers still twitched, your heart still raced. it was stupid, really. you hadn’t even spoken to him. you hadn’t done anything brave. and yet it had felt like tearing your own chest open and handing your soul to someone who probably wouldn’t even look at it. part of you wanted to cry — not because anything had gone wrong, but because even this, this tiny, invisible thing, had taken so much out of you. what kind of girl breaks down from something so small? what kind of girl can’t even confess properly?

you were still deep in those thoughts, staring blankly at your half-scribbled notes, when it happened.

"YAH!" the voice was loud, sharp, cutting through the ambient hallway noise like a blade. you barely registered it until another voice followed — harsher this time, irritated. "why the hell are you ignoring me? i’m talking to you!"

a loud thud echoed against the wall next to your head, and you flinched violently, your body freezing on instinct as you turned to find the source of the sound. there, towering just a few inches away, stood a boy you had never seen before. his hand was still pressed against the wall, palm flat where he had slammed it next to you, caging you in with his presence. his eyes were dark, unreadable, but piercing in a way that made your breath hitch. something about him was wrong, or maybe just too much — like staring into the sun for too long. he wasn’t smiling, not exactly, but there was a curve to his lips that felt amused, twisted, like he was already in on some joke you hadn’t been told yet.

“you’re y/n, right?” he asked, voice smooth but indifferent, almost bored as his gaze slowly traveled down the length of your body and back up to your face. you nodded before you could stop yourself, throat too tight to speak. your heart pounded again — not with nerves this time, but with something closer to fear.

he clicked his tongue, then reached into the pocket of his uniform jacket and pulled out something that made your stomach drop straight through the floor.

"‘i’ve liked you for so long… your eyes, your smile, the way you helped me that day… please, just once, give me a chance to be by your side. i promise i’ll make you happy…’” he read in a flat, mocking voice, and your blood ran cold. your letter. your letter. in his hands. being read aloud like a joke. your eyes widened in horror as you stared at the page — the pastel paper, the little doodles, the goddamn bunny stickers. this was supposed to be private. it wasn’t even his. how the hell had he gotten it?

“wh–what the—? give that back!” your voice cracked, raw and panicked, but when you lunged forward to grab the letter from his hands, he casually stepped back, raising it just out of reach like he was playing with a child. your hands fisted in frustration, tears welling up again, but this time they weren’t from shyness — they were from rage. humiliation. shame. he was laughing now, not loudly, but with a quiet scoff that made your skin crawl.

“so you did write it,” he muttered, stepping in close again, so close that his breath hit your cheek and you instinctively leaned back. “cute. kind of dumb, but cute.”

“i said give it back! that’s not yours!” you shoved at his chest with both hands, and he finally slipped the letter into his back pocket like it meant nothing, like your heart wasn’t bleeding inside that fold of paper.

“you’re so average it hurts,” he said, eyes still locked on yours with a strange intensity. “but sure, why not. i’ll go out with you.”

you blinked, stunned. “what—?”

he winked, shameless. “you heard me.”

then, without another word, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, trembling, humiliated, confused, and still empty-handed. you didn’t even know his name. you didn’t even understand what had just happened.

you didn’t remember how you made it back to the classroom — just that one moment you were standing frozen in the hallway, the aftershock of humiliation still rattling through your bones, and the next you were pushing the door open with trembling hands, your head low, your throat tight, your eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill the second anyone looked at you. yoojung was the first to notice the state you were in. she turned to you with a lighthearted comment already forming on her lips, but the second she saw your face, the words died in her throat. instead, she stood up, eyebrows knitting with concern as she grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the back of the classroom, where hyojung was hunched over her notes.

"what happened?" yoojung asked, voice sharp but careful, her grip tightening slightly around your sleeve as you sat down next to her with shaking knees, trying to breathe through the panic swelling in your chest. hyojung looked up too, alarmed, and you hated the way their eyes widened when they really saw you — the red around your eyes, the way you couldn’t quite meet their gaze, the way your hands fisted in your skirt like you were trying to stop them from flying to your face.

"he—he took it," you croaked, voice barely audible, and even though you tried to steady it, your lips quivered. "he has my letter. he read it out loud. he… he said he’d go out with me. but i— i didn’t even write it for him."

yoojung blinked, her mouth opening slightly. "wait— wait, slow down. who took your letter?"

"i don’t know his name," you confessed, swallowing hard, your voice trembling more with every word. "he just… he showed up. he slammed the wall and scared me half to death. he said my name like he already knew me, and then he pulled out the letter— my letter— and started reading it, right in front of me. and then he said... he said i was too normal, but he’d date me anyway. and then he walked away. like it was nothing. like—like i was nothing.”

your voice cracked again, and hyojung instinctively reached across the table to squeeze your wrist gently, her thumb rubbing a small circle on your skin. yoojung was already digging for tissues in her bag, pressing one into your hand as you tried to hide your face in your elbow.

"jesus…" yoojung muttered under her breath, her tone darkening with anger. "what the hell. describe him. did he say his name at all? maybe he’s from another class—"

you shook your head weakly. "no… i’ve never seen him before. he was tall. kind of broad-shouldered, but not huge. he had black hair, like… kind of messy. his eyes were really intense. he just stared at me, and it felt like i couldn’t move. like i was frozen. he had this— this smirk. like he was enjoying it."

the room felt too bright, the voices around you too loud. even though you were surrounded by people, all you could feel was that stupid, smug look on his face, the weight of his body so close to yours, the letter being read like a script in some cruel prank show. you wanted to disappear. vanish. melt through the floor. you hadn’t asked for this.

"wait a second," yoojung said suddenly, narrowing her eyes. "start from the beginning. where did you put the letter?"

"his locker. i— i snuck out during class and put it in locker 151. that’s sunghoon’s locker, right? i mean, i thought it was. i’ve been walking past it for months now…"

"locker 151…?" yoojung turned slowly to look at hyojung, who was now frowning deeply, tapping her chin as if trying to recall something.

"i’m in the 140s," hyojung said. "mine’s 148. and i think… if i’m not wrong, 151 doesn’t belong to park sunghoon. sunghoon’s locker is like… down the other wing, near the gym. the upperclassmen lockers are split by hallway."

your heart dropped. no. no, that couldn’t be right. you’d walked past that locker for weeks — you knew where sunghoon usually stopped, where he tied his shoelaces, where he sipped juice before practice. it had to be his.

"then whose locker is 151?" yoojung asked cautiously.

hyojung paused for a moment, then her expression darkened. "i’m not one hundred percent sure, but i think it belongs to lee heeseung. class 4. you’ve heard of him, right?"

you shook your head, mouth dry. "no… i don’t know any lee heeseung…"

they both looked at each other, their expressions shifting from confusion to dread in seconds.

"shit," yoojung whispered. "that guy. i’ve heard about him. he got suspended two weeks ago. got into a fight in the boys’ bathroom with one of the second-years. busted the other guy’s nose. i thought he dropped out or something. but he’s back?"

"yeah," hyojung added, voice low. "people say he’s… trouble. like, the kind you don’t want reading your love letters."

you stared down at your hands, your brain trying to piece together the horror of it all. it wasn’t even sunghoon’s locker. the letter had gone to the wrong person. and now heeseung thought you were in love with him. that the letter was for him.

you felt sick.

"you guys have to help me," you said suddenly, your voice shaking harder than before. "please— please help me. i don’t know what to do. i’m so scared. he’s going to think i’m serious. he’s going to mock me even more— and he won’t even give it back— and i didn’t mean to—"

"hey, hey— it’s okay," yoojung said quickly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close as hyojung moved to your other side. "we’ll figure something out. maybe… maybe you can just talk to him. explain that it was a mistake. tell him the letter wasn’t meant for him."

"he didn’t even let me speak," you murmured into your sleeve. "he wouldn’t listen. he smirked. he said… he said i was ‘too normal’ but he’d go out with me anyway. like it was a joke. like i was some boring girl that didn’t matter."

they didn’t know what to say to that. they just sat with you in silence, the weight of it all sinking in. you didn’t know lee heeseung. but now, because of one stupid locker mix-up, he knew you.

you should’ve waited a little longer. maybe asked yoojung to walk out with you or just stayed inside until most of the school was empty, but you were too anxious to think straight, too desperate to be away from everyone and forget the burning humiliation that had stained your entire afternoon. you clutched your bag close to your chest and kept your head down, pretending you were invisible as you moved with the crowd of students heading toward the gates. it was almost working. almost. you were just a few steps from freedom when—

"hey."

his voice, low and unmistakable, cut right through the noise of the hallway, making your blood run cold. your body stiffened as you caught a glimpse of him leaning casually against the front gate, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly like he’d been waiting specifically for you. your instinct screamed to run, to blend into the crowd and disappear, but the second you turned your head the other way and picked up your pace, you heard his footsteps—slow, heavy, deliberate—following behind.

you didn’t get far. his fingers hooked into the strap of your backpack, tugging you back without much effort, and you gasped, stumbling slightly as he pulled you to a stop. when you turned, he was right there, closer than you wanted, eyes sharp, brows knitted—not quite a glare, but certainly not a smile.

"what’s your deal?" he muttered, tilting his head. "first you write me a letter with all that cheesy, sappy crap, and now you’re acting like you don’t even know me?"

you opened your mouth to speak, to tell him—again—that it was a mistake, that the letter wasn’t meant for him, that you didn’t even know his name until today. but before the words could form, he cut you off.

"and just so you remember," he added, tapping the side of your head with two fingers in a way that made you flinch, "i already said yes. you confessed, i accepted, so we’re dating now. that’s how this stuff works, right?"

you blinked at him, completely at a loss. what. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks again, this time from a mix of panic and absolute disbelief. "w-we’re not dating! i didn’t— i mean, the letter wasn’t for—"

"yeah, yeah, excuses," he waved a hand dismissively, then started walking. you stood frozen for a second before realizing he wasn’t leaving—he was walking with you. "come on. i’ll walk you home."

"you don’t need to—" you began, trying to protest, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand. your hand. like it was the most normal thing in the world. you immediately pulled back out of reflex.

he didn’t look surprised. only raised a brow and muttered, "fine. don’t hold my hand. we can do it the lame way." then, before you could react, he gripped your arm just above the elbow and started walking again, dragging you along like some stubborn little kid being pulled to detention.

"y-you don’t have to walk me— i don’t even live close—"

"shut up," he said flatly, not looking at you. "i asked you where your house is. you’re gonna show me or you want me to guess?"

your mouth opened and closed a few times, but ultimately you surrendered, muttering your address under your breath. he nodded, keeping his pace steady, still holding your arm as if afraid you’d try to bolt.

the walk wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity. the whole time, your brain was running laps trying to figure out what he wanted from you. was he mocking you? playing some kind of joke? trying to get back at you for the letter? his grip wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. still, he didn’t push or tease you as much as you expected, just walked quietly, sometimes glancing at you from the corner of his eye like he was thinking hard about something but refusing to say it out loud.

about halfway there, he suddenly stopped, causing you to stumble slightly. he released your arm and looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

"you don’t like being touched, huh?" he asked. there was no sarcasm in his voice, just a blunt observation.

you hesitated, then nodded. your skin was still tingling where his fingers had been, and not in a good way.

he let out a sigh and shoved his hands into his pockets. "fine. i’ll walk next to you. happy?"

you blinked, unsure how to respond, and he began walking again, this time matching your pace instead of pulling you along. the silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy like before. if anything, it felt like a strange kind of… effort. like he was trying to not be too rough. which, for someone like him, probably took energy.

just as you were starting to feel slightly more at ease, he dropped another bomb on you.

"i get that holding hands is too soon or whatever," he said casually, looking ahead with a blank face. "but you better get used to the idea. later on, we’ll be doing more than that."

you stopped dead in your tracks, heart leaping into your throat. "w-what?!"

he turned to you slowly, eyes glinting with that same smug expression from earlier. "you heard me."

"what do you mean 'more'?!" your voice cracked, and he stepped closer, bending slightly so his face was only inches from yours. the way he smiled this time was less mocking, more… mischievous. and it made your stomach twist into a thousand knots.

"who knows?" he whispered, then chuckled softly, like he was enjoying the way your brain was spiraling. "kissing, maybe. sleepovers. sneaking out. things couples do."

your face was now burning red, and you nearly tripped trying to take a step back. "i-i told you— the letter wasn’t even for—"

"yeah, yeah," he said again, walking ahead like he didn’t care about your explanation, like he’d already decided it didn’t matter. "too late now. you picked me, so you’re stuck."

you wanted to scream. cry. evaporate. but deep down, beneath the panic and confusion, something else stirred. it wasn’t attraction—at least not yet—but something dangerous. something you didn’t understand. lee heeseung wasn’t just a school delinquent. he was unpredictable. and you’d just become his new favorite game.

you were still trying to recover from the sheer chaos that was walking beside lee heeseung — heart racing, cheeks on fire, trying to process the absurdity of everything he’d said — when he suddenly reached out again, this time gently tugging on your sleeve. “where is it?” he asked, glancing at the rows of quiet houses as the late afternoon sun started to melt into soft pinks and golds. you swallowed nervously and pointed to the corner, your voice barely above a whisper as you mumbled, “just past that turn, the grey gate with the vines.”

he didn’t respond right away. instead, as you reached the last stretch of the sidewalk, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks with a firm pull. you gasped in surprise, turning to look at him in confusion just as he took a step forward and used his grip to pull you toward him — so suddenly, so carelessly, that you lost your balance and stumbled right into his chest. before you could fall completely, strong arms wrapped around your waist and caught you easily, holding you steady like it was the most natural thing in the world. you barely had time to blink, your face only inches from his shirt, your breath caught in your throat.

“h-heeseung?” you started, your voice small, confused, your body stiff against his. “what are you—”

but you didn’t get to finish the question. he was already lifting your chin gently with one hand, his fingers warm against your cheek, and before your brain could catch up with what was happening, his lips were on yours.

your eyes widened, breath trapped in your chest as time seemed to slow down around you. his kiss wasn’t tentative or shy — it was confident, unhesitating, filled with a kind of raw emotion that made your legs tremble. his hands were firm, one cupping your face with surprising care and the other still resting against your lower back as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss slowly, as if he was tasting you like something rare. your heart was thudding so loudly you could feel it in your ears, and your fingers clutched at the fabric of his uniform jacket, unsure whether to push him away or hold onto him tighter.

it was your first kiss. your very first kiss. and it had just been stolen by the most unpredictable boy in your entire school — the delinquent, the troublemaker, the one who scared half the campus and had probably never said anything sweet in his life. lee heeseung. of all people. and yet… it wasn’t harsh. it wasn’t cold. it was… dizzying. warm. overwhelming. and you hated that a part of you — a very quiet, hidden part — didn’t want it to stop.

when he finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt. he lingered close, your foreheads nearly touching, his breath mixing with yours in the tiny space between you. your lips were tingling, slightly swollen, and you lifted your hands to cover your mouth instinctively, your cheeks now painted with the deepest shade of red. your eyes were wide and glossy, still trying to process the heat, the softness, the unfamiliar ache in your chest.

heeseung looked pleased. no — he looked smug. he licked his bottom lip slowly, like he was savoring the taste, then murmured, “you taste sweet.”

you blinked rapidly, face aflame, your heart barely holding itself together inside your chest. “w-what—?!”

“mm, i wanna kiss you again,” he said bluntly, already leaning forward as if ready to do exactly that. you squeaked in panic, stepping back quickly and trying to escape, but he was faster, his arms wrapping around your waist again and pulling you close with one smooth motion that made your breath catch. “nah, don’t run,” he muttered against your temple, his tone lower now, almost affectionate, like he was getting used to having you near. “not when you look this cute after a kiss.”

you squirmed a little, still overwhelmed, but his arms were strong and warm around you, and somehow… you didn’t feel unsafe. flustered? yes. humiliated? probably. but not afraid. not when he held you like that — like you were his. like it was normal.

he dipped his head and kissed you again, this time slower, softer, like he wanted you to melt into it, and you nearly did. your hands hovered between your bodies before settling gently against his chest, not pushing away this time, just staying there, holding onto the reality that this was happening — this impossible, ridiculous moment was real.

and when he finally pulled away, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, “you better get used to this,” you couldn’t even bring yourself to argue. you just stared at him, breathless, stunned, and a little enchanted despite yourself.

he let you go at last, stepping back with a lazy stretch and a grin that could only be described as devilish. “see you tomorrow, girlfriend,” he said casually, already walking away like he hadn’t just turned your entire world upside down. you stood frozen on the sidewalk, one hand still over your mouth, heart racing as you watched him disappear down the street.

and just like that, without meaning to, without even realizing what you’d started — you found yourself at the center of a strange, twisted, confusing story. a story that began not with a confession, but with a letter meant for someone else. a story that shouldn’t have happened.

and yet, it did.

that was how your very first love — strange and chaotic and sweet in the worst possible way — began with lee heeseung.

and somehow, you had a feeling… this was only the beginning.

[ghoulishhx]

i yeaaarnnn to be ‘used’ by frank whenever he wants to. he’d suddenly bend me over and just fuck me roughly while being degrading obvy����

this. yes. absolutely yes. omg

also I'm so sorry for disappearing on you all, I'm gonna keep it real I completely crashed and burned with my mental health. a lot has happened in my personal life these past few weeks that have exhausted me to fuck so I needed some time to focus on myself. I'm gonna try get back to my regular posting. thank you for your patience ♡

in happier news though, tomorrow is my birthdayyyyyy :3 so enjoy this tiny lil drabble as a lil present

- MDNI below the cut :3 -

I believe frank is like a feral dog when it comes to his girl. watching you do anything domestic makes his monkey brain go crazy and he just needs you right there and then. the feeling is mutual of course, and you're more than happy to oblige.

maybe he watches you in the kitchen, hair up out of your face wearing nothing but a thin short summer dress because of the scorching heat (absolutely taking inspiration for that from the state of the UK rn in this godforsaken heatwave), you're just minding your business washing dishes and you feel frank coming up behind you, trailing his coarse hands along your front, grabbing and squeezing at your soft breasts deliciously peaking through the top of your dress as he trails his lips down your neck, nibbling the skin.

"frankie- what are you doing? aren't you too warm-"

"don't care, need ya now."

he flips you around and bends you over your kitchen table, hiking your dress up above your hips and exposing your dripping cunt to him. he hums appreciatively as he toys your throbbing clit with his calloused thumb between your legs, collecting your slick and coating his cock in your juice. you can't help but jolt into his touch, your body subconsciously opening yourself up to him.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes himself fully inside and begins a punishing pace. your eyes well with tears by the force of his hips, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room along with your strangled moans. the sting of him stretching you out only floods his cock more.

"feel so fuckin' good doll, always so perfect and tight f'me" he mutters to himself as he slaps your ass, the sting hurting so good as the tip of his cock touches your cervix. it's not long until you're creaming around his member, covering him with a ring of your arousal at the base before he fills you up with his own seed....

or maybe you're in the shower, humming the melody to your favourite song as you look up and notice him standing and staring at you from the doorway, his hand confidently resting on his large bulge in his jeans as he watches you intently. Frank can't help but practically lick his lips at the sight of your hard nipples, the way the water cascades down your figure, the soap coating your body with delicious bubbles. it's not long before hes stripping himself off and taking you up against the cool tile wall of your shower, wrapping your legs around his hips as he thrusts himself up into you.

"couldn't help m'self sweetheart, ya just looked too damn good..." he mumbles into your neck as he sucks purple bruises all over you, marking you. "you dunno what ya do t'me"

or finally, you're out together at a bar and he watches the bar tender look at you for too long, notices the way his eyes leer over your body as he hands you your vodka cranberry. the way his lips curl into a smile as your fingers graze his as he hands over your drink. Frank can't take it anymore, he slams a 50 dollar bill on the table and grabs your wrist, whisking you away to the nearest bathroom and fucks your brains out in earshot of the bartender, making sure he knows you belong to him and only him.

"that's it baby, let it all out. let everyone know who's making ya feel this good. let everyone know who ya belong to"

a/n: idk if this is any good, just something I cooked up while not being able to sleep. I'm sorry if it's mid </3

[rafeslvbug]

penpal!rafe confronting penpal!reader..part two

“don’t do that.”

rafe’s voice sounded gruff from behind you, stopping your hand mid-post from slipping the letter through his mailbox.

“if you’ve got something you wanna say, turn around,” he instructed. you swallowed, hard. pulling the piece of paper from the thin mouth, back into your shaky hand.

“i just wanted to apologise,” you whisper, still facing the mailbox, still praying he would let you leave the letter and go. words were so much easier for you when read than said. the meaning would get mistranslated in a slip of your tongue, poorly executed apologies turning into excuses that worsen situations.

“then turn around.”

when you do, you see rafe– actually see him, for once. the man who wrote you letters, whose not just money, drugs, and business. but actually tired, dark circles under his eye, collar loose, because he’s sick of other kooks. sick of standards. sick, just like he told you. it hits you worse than before, coming to face what you did, how you rejected him. made him feel alone when he was your strongest source of comfort.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry, for how i acted at the country club..” you start, fingers interlocked with each in front of you, crushing the letter between your hands.

“you don’t have to do–“

“i want to, rafe. it was rude, and you were right, there’s nothing that differs me from cali, and you from cam. so..i’m sorry that i judged you, and implied you were lying.” your voice is quiet, ashamed. that emotion runs deep within you, thinking about what you did.

“i don’t expect you to want to ever write to me again, or entertain me for much longer, but i just wanted to tell you that. i do understand you, rafe, i really do. and i’m sorry, again.” you make a move towards the door, about to leave and hopefully never run into rafe again. or mention this again. find a new hobby, to not remind yourself of today. of you and rafe.

“wait,” he sighs, long strides carrying him over to you. a moment of contemplation. then his arms come around you. pulling you into his chest. “i’m sorry too, shouldn’t have made you feel so bad. an’ you said you liked hugs after fights so, this okay?”

you nod against him, wrapping your own arms around him and returning the embrace for a few moments before you both pull away.

“an’ you know, i’ll be waitin’ for the next letter, only this time write y/n?”

you nod, a smile tugging at your lips, “i suppose only if you write rafe.”

“then we’ve got ourselves a deal,” he chuckles, before disappearing up the stairs.

you leave too, throwing the last letter from cali in the bin on your way out.

(yap: this is NOT proofread, forgive me!!)

[snowstormarts]

Can you write a Yandere Eddie and Volt x Homeowner who is in a relationship with someone else*not a Dateable/object* and is planning to propose to them inside the house

First DE Yandere promt, ooh I couldn't wait to write for this one tbh. Especially since it's with two of my favorite boys, my own Yandere Headcanons can wait a little longer xD Also I got sick so it might take me a while longer to post fics, promts & co, sorry about that

Likes & Reblogs are appreciated, my inbox is open for Requests & Asks

"Our love can't be denied, so stop struggling"

[Yandere!Eddie & Volt x GN!Reader][Divider Credit]

[⚠Warning; Yandere Content, reader dosent have a good time Minors DNI⚠]

It started after Volt saw you walk through the doors of the Breaker Box. Something in his chest sparked to life at first he couldn't place it, whatever he felt it was intense. It craved you, demanded you to stay here forever, far from anyone else who would try and rip you away from him. And yet at the same time it lusted for your happiness, just imagining you being sad broke his heart and made his fingers itch with the need to claw at anyone who dared to make your smile disappear.

He only realized what it was exactly after a few regulars started teasing him, saying that any time he saw you walk in he would B-line it straight towards you like a clingy puppy or a love obsessed teen.

He was in love with you, not the regular kind of love he had experienced before. This was more intense, it was pure, obsessive love for the one who had caught his heart in a vice grip. And he wouldn't have it any other way, he was yours and you were his even if you didn't know it yet. He was sure you would come around soon.

And so whenever you visited the Breaker Box, Volt would not hesitate to greet you with a kiss to the back of your hand and his regular "It's always a pleasure to see you, Live Wire~" You saw it as a simple friendly yet somewhat charming gesture but to him? It was anything but friendly, it was a claim, so everyone knew you were his and he wouldn't share you with anyone else...Well maybe he would share you with one other person, his other half, Eddie. He was sure it wouldn't take long until you melt the walls around him and catch his heart for yourself as well.

True to his words it didn't take long for Eddie to join Volt in his growing obsession with you. All it took for him was that one moment, that short moment where you fell into his arms. You fit perfectly into his hold, how you clung to him as smiled, the light blush tempted him to just kiss you right there and then. You had sparked something in Eddie that he thought he would never experience again but here he was now, walls melting as he imagined your future together.

So now whenever you walked through the doors of the Breaker Box Volt would come over to greet you with his signature hand kiss and bring you to the VIP area. Sometimes Eddie would be there waiting for you, other times you would meet him after the show and on rare occasions both would join you before the show started. You never really realized how they looked at you with this burning hunger, the desire to have you for their own, to pamper you and keep you 'safe' in a their arms. Keeping away anything and anyone they thought could harm you, in the end you only needed them and nobody else, right? They knew how to treat you right, you would never want for anything as long as you were with them. They would fulfill your every wish no matter how small or big, if you wanted you could even insult them, scream at them as you lay your hands on them. They would need to reprimand you verbally but that's it and in the end they know you will come back to them. Kissing them and apologize for your outburst and they would forgive you, they always do.

To them the mere idea that you could do anything wrong was nonsense. If you were angry it was of course because someone provoked you and whoever did this would get a stern, hands on talking to from both of them. If you're sad, they won't hesitate to comfort you and ask whats wrong. If it's person, they better pray that the boys feel merciful and let them get away with a new set of broken bones and some electricity scars. Are you feeling overwhelmed and just want some peace and quiet? Don't worry they will be sure to guard you and keep everyone else away from you unless you say otherwise. Anything you want they will make sure you get it, even if it takes weeks or months of their time or money, seeing you smile is all they need.

But then one morning you walked into the Breaker Box, they were still busy with cleaning up the place, so Eddie was about ready to yell at whoever walked in to get out. Only to stop shortly after seeing you in such a chipper mood, a small blush covered your cheeks as your fingers fidgeting with your clothes non-stop. It was an adorable sight that made Eddie's mind spiral and jump to the conclusion that this was it, you were about to confess your love to him.

'This is it, isn't it? You're so adorable when you're nervous, Live Wire. Will you also confess your feelings to Volt? Or are you just here for one of us? Would you change your mind if you knew who we truly are? Would knowing it make you excited or make you freak out and never come back to us?' Eddie's mind came to a stop as he saw Volt walking towards you two, probably to greet you like he usually does.

But it never got to that point, you didn't even notice Volt was there frozen just like Eddie as they heard about your plan. You wanted to propose to your partner, in the safety of your home and it needed to be perfect. You asked them to keep the power steady, you had it all planned out, a nice dinner under some fairy lights (you refused to have Scandalabra there), a fancy meal made with the help of Stefan as you shared a light conversation and when the time is right, you would go on one knee and ask them to marry you.

Their eyes met and you could feel the sudden tension rise between you three, the smell of ozone filled the air as Volt walked closer, standing right behind you. Caging you against the bar that Eddie had just finished cleaning.

"Oh, our mischievous, Live Wire. You know we love you and would do anything for you, right?" Volt's electric hair brushed against your skin as he leaned in closer. You nodded hesitantly, not wanting to risk making the situation even more tense then it already is.

"Then you must know that we love your teasing and jokes, they light up the place even more then you usually do." You tried to turn your face towards Volt but Eddie had other plans, he leaned closer and kept you in place so you could only see him and his cold, yet caring grey eyes.

"Then you must also, surely know that this goes a bit too far even for you, don't you think? Making up a partner who you want to propose to? Did you want to make us jealous for neglecting you the last three days or did someone set you up to this? Was it the stupid lamp with another one of his challenges?" Eddie asked, clearly annoyed at the thought of Lux having yet another challenge that he wants to try out and hooked you in again.

You shook your head "No, no Lux has nothing to do with this, well they did say they would help me with some preparations and set the mood but nothing else. No challenges or trends, just a friend wanting to help me out...Also what do you guys mean by 'making you jealous'?"

Volt hummed, his fingers tapping against the bar as Eddie continued to talk. "Well we were quiet busy with the Breaker Box in the last few days, a sudden influx of customers who all wanted unique drinks and another large group that wanted to socialize exclusively with Volt. We barely had any time to catch our breath let alone spent some time with you, so it only makes sense that you wanted our attention but couldn't ask for it for some reason. Did we scare you or hurt you somehow, little light?" Eddie's voice was filled with concern, his hold loosen as he gently ran rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"Guys, you didn't hurt me or scare me, really. I know this place can be busy sometimes and I'm ok with that, there's always another day to see you two. I'm not some jealous friend-" All of a sudden you could feel the tension rising once more, the smell of ozone intensified making your stomach churn as a light spark tickle your exposed neck.

"Friends? Is that all what you really think we are?" Volt asked, your body was screaming for you to flee from here. To lock the door to the Fuse box or to throw the Dateviators away and never look at them again but even if you wanted to follow through on your bodies warnings, you couldn't.

Volt was behind you with his arms blocking your left and right side and even if you did duck under his arms and run towards the door, there still would be Eddie. Who could easily run after you from behind the bar and catch you, so you had to be sneaky, play along until the right moment strikes where you can deactivate the Dateviators and escape.

"Aren't we just friends? Or do you guys like...Secretly hate me?" Play dumb, hope they get so worried that they focus more on explaining themself and then you can 'comfort them' once their guard is down, it will be your time to strike.

"No, we could never hate you little spark." Eddie replied his hands sliding down towards your own but you quickly pulled them away, refusing to look at him.

"Eddie's right, Live Wire. We could never hate you, for you have won over our hearts. You have both of us in a vice grip, we would do anything for you...Well mostly everything, a few things we could never do, even if you asked them off us."

You turned to face Volt, curious about what they wouldn't do "And what are those things?"

Eddie and Volt looked at each other, it felt kinda of intimate, like it's something you shouldn't watch but at the same time you couldn't look away. Not to mentioned the growing ozone smell that was starting to make you feel queasy, the quiet didn't help either it only intensified your anxious mind, so you were grateful when finally one of them decided to speak up.

"We will never hurt you or scare on purpose." Eddie started, you wanted to reply that they were making you anxious right now but before you could Volt continued to speak.

"We will always love and protect you, no matter how small or big the threat is."

"We will make sure you're happy here, we will give you whatever you want if it means you will stay here with us."

"And most important of all..." Volt and Eddie suddenly spoke at the same time, sending a shiver down your spine as their words echoed in your mind.

"You belong to us, no one else can have you." And then Eddie continued to speak while Volt started to pepper kisses against the back of your neck. "And if anyone tries to steal you away from us then we simply have to make them go away. You belong to us and we belong to you, Little Spark. So please just accept our love and we can forget about what you've said about that supposed 'partner' of yours."

You couldn't answer, this was no longer some misunderstanding between friends. No, you knew what this was, you were caught between two, love sick yanderes who would do who knows what to have you...But it's also the perfect moment to get their guard down and give you an opening to strike.

"...You promise you will forgive me?" Both of them nodded, as you let your hand rest on the side of Eddies face which he immediately nuzzled into. "Then I will gladly accept your two's love for me and all that is included with it, no take backs now boys."

It took a while before their guards went down, you were showered in kisses and sweet nothings as they told you how long they had loved you. How they had watched from afar not wanting to overwhelm you or push you before you were ready to confess your true feelings for them but growing ever more impatient.

You nodded along, saying your own sweet words and joking with them until you saw an opening. Faking a yawn you stretched your arms high above you and you lowered them, you struck. Your hand flew to the Dateviator ready to throw them against the wall (sorry Skylar) if it meant getting away from those two. But just as your hand brushed against the cool metal frames, your wrists were caught and slammed down onto the bar.

Biting back a hiss of pain you glared at Volt while trying to free your hands from his steel grip, you even considered trying to bite him for a moment. But that didn't guarantee he would let you go, more likely then not he would simply switch to let Eddie hold your wrist. Not to mention the electric shock you could get from biting the literal embodiment of electricity. So you put that plan on the back burner, only using it if you get desperate but for now you choose to speak your mind, you were tired of all this.

"Listen up you two, let me go now! I don't wanna be here, I'm tired, I'm scared and quiet frankly I am loosing my patience with both of you!" All you wanted right now is to get away from them and talk to your partner, you just needed to hear their voice.

"We're sorry, Live Wi-"

"Dont." You snapped at Volt who recoiled from your harsh words and a glare that would even make a Tiger quiver in fear. "I wanna go back into my room, please..."

Everything was quiet, it felt lime an eternity to you before one of them finally spoke up and broke some of the tension in the room.

"We can't let you go, little spark" Eddie whispered, his hand running through your hair in a comforting gesture, that did anything but comfort you.

"We will have to keep you here until we...Fix that little 'friend' issue of yours." Volt murmured against your ear. "Now tell us, wheres your phone? We need to have stern talk with the one who thought they could steal you from us, Live Wire.'"

It felt like a bucket full of cold water was just dumped onto you, you wiggled from side to side, biting Volt's arm in a desperate attempt to escape. Ignoring the pain that rattled through your teeth, you didn't even want to think what they would say or do to your partner.

A hand grabbed your jaw and pulled you harshly to the side, you could taste the familiar taste of metal against your stained teeth.

"Fuck, Volt are you ok?"

"Don't worry about me, Eddie."

"Don't worry? They just bit you, for all we know it could get infected!"

"I will go to Farya after we've dealt with our Live Wire here." With a defeated sigh Eddie nodded and turned back to you, clearly pissed but yet his obsession kept him from lashing out on you.

"Don't worry little spark, we know this isn't how you usually are. We forgive you but don't do it again or else we will have to punish you. Maybe we should visit your dear 'partner' of you misbehave once again and show them that you are ours."

"And if they don't listen? Well, let's just say that every home has electricity, it would be a real shame if something happened to your 'close friend' right, Live wire?~" Volt grinned, his hair sparked wildly and you knew that there was a clear threat.

"So answer us, Live wire" their voices mixed together once more. "Do you love us?"

[st4rlvr]

stray kids as your situationship headcanons

(hyung line!)

Bang Chan — the “we’re just close” one

-he calls you “love” with his whole chest. touches your waist when he moves past you. offers you his hoodie when you’re cold — and then helps you put it on.

- he never calls you his girlfriend, but God forbid anyone else flirts with you.

“you’re with me tonight, right?” he asks, like it’s obvious.

and it always is.

-he’ll cuddle you on the couch, rub your back, kiss your forehead — then pull away just before it gets real.

“you know i care about you, right?”

you ask what that means.

he says, “don’t overthink it.”

-the worst part? he texts just enough to keep your hopes up.

then disappears.

and then calls you at 2am whispering, “missed you.”

Lee Know — the hot and cold one

- he flirts like a menace. bites his lip when he looks at you. calls you “baby” like he invented the word.

then ignores your texts for an entire weekend.

comes back like nothing happened.

- “thought of you today.”

you ask when.

“when i saw a cat being rude. it reminded me of you.”

then he sends a heart.

- kisses you once at a party, then acts normal like he didn’t ruin your whole night.

“we’re just having fun, right?” he says, even though he gets weirdly quiet when you mention other guys.

- when you try to distance yourself, he suddenly gets real soft.

shows up with your favorite snack. tugs you into his lap.

“you don’t really wanna stop talking to me, do you?”

Changbin — the “accidentally in love” one

- it started so casual. just friends. you said that a lot. “we’re just friends.”

but now he looks at you like you hung the moon and you catch yourself reaching for his hand without thinking.

- he calls you “cutie” while you steal his hoodies. says “i missed you” every time you see him — even if it’s only been a day.

acts chill, but gets pouty if you sit too far away.

- once, he got high and confessed like three things at once.

“you’re my comfort person. i think about you every night. you’re so pretty it hurts.”

and then laughed like he didn’t just wreck your life.

- he doesn’t push. doesn’t pressure. but the way he touches your thigh, the way he talks to you like you’re already his…

you know he’s all in.

you’re the one who’s scared to say it out loud.

Hyunjin — the bratty situationship you can’t quit

- he’s the worst. and the best. and he knows it.

texts you “what are you doing” and “i’m so bored:(“ at the same time

- sends you mirror selfies looking criminally hot with the caption:

“this outfit’s missing something. maybe you.”

-pouts when you tease him. acts all dramatic.

“you don’t love me. you’re so mean to me.”

then says “come here” and kisses your jaw like you’re his.

- gives you whiplash. one second he’s telling you you’re his muse, the next he’s ignoring your text for six hours because you took too long to reply.

but if you post a thirst trap?

he’s in your DMs in 0.3 seconds:

“delete that. or come over.”

- once called you his soulmate, then immediately said “but like, not in a weird way.”

you wanted to kill him.

and kiss him.

and kill him again.

[gooseraider]

Hi! 🫡 Idk if you're into angst. If so, could you write reader and Ellie who are having argument at night and reader decides to go on a walk to cool emotions down, but Ellie won't let her go alone so they go together still mad at each other and it ends fluffffffyy.

Love your posts! 💘

Ps. Sorry for my english lol

a/n: i listened to jeff buckley while writing this and i lowkey got carried away. anyways hope you enjoy!🪿

“it’s not a big deal, i don’t know why you’re making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“it is a big deal ellie, you were literally flirting with another girl!”

you and ellie were out at the bar with a couple of friends earlier that night. everything was fine until a girl came up to ellie, she was obviously interested in ellie with the way she kept shooting flirty remakes her way. ellie didn’t seem to notice, if anything she was entertaining the girl. constantly playing into the flirty banter, not brushing her off when the girl would get extra touchy with ellie, she even leaned into the girl with a small smile on her face and that’s when something in you snapped.

the ride back to your shared home was silent, not the kind of silence where it was comfortable but the kind that made the air thick. ellie knew something was wrong, she asked you at the bar when she noticed you spaced out, no longer paying attention to the conversation you were having. you just brushed her off with a short “i’m fine.”

ellie reaches over putting a hand on your thigh, “you sure you’re okay?” asking one more time before you went inside.

you hum, getting out the car and shutting the door with a force the sends chills up ellie’s spine. walking inside she sees your frame already heading up the stairs.

you two get ready for bed in complete silence, the air is thick, ellie almost feels suffocated. she gets in the bed expecting you to follow suit as you normally would but instead you disappear downstairs. growing tired of whatever was happening she walks down the stairs spotting you in the kitchen. it’s dark, the only source of light coming from the microwave. you’re making tea, you don’t notice her as your back faces the stairs.

“you good? you didn’t come to bed.”

you ignore her, “look, i know you’re upset but you don’t get to take it out on me, especially when you won’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

her voice is soft, it always is.

“you.”

“what?”

“you, you’re why i’m upset.” you say, barley looking at her.

“what did i do?”

a dry laugh escaping your throat, “really ellie, you don’t know?”

“i don’t, and im sorry for whatever i did to upset you.” she says, rounding the counter and coming closer to you.

“ugh you’re so oblivious it’s actually laughable. the bar, that girl was flirting with you trying to get in your pants and you just let her.”

she laughs, “ohh, this is what it’s about, you’re jealous.”

“god ellie, i’m not jealous i’m mad, you let a girl flirt with you in front of me and you basically flirted back.”

“it wasn’t a big deal, it meant nothing.”

“she didn’t know that though, it’s like you have no respect for me or our relationship.”

“it’s not a big deal, i don’t know why you’re making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

your voice raising as your emotions heighten, “it is a big deal ellie, you were literally flirting with another girl! and it might not be a problem to you but it is to me and i don’t want to be with someone who has no respect for me or our relationship.”

“so you wanna break up?”

“that’s not what i’m saying but if you can’t see that what you did was wrong then maybe we should.”

you walk away from her crying, you grab your shoes heading towards the door.

“where are you going?”

“a walk, i need some air.”

“i’m coming with you.”

you sigh, “i don’t want you to come ellie, i need to be alone.”

“i get that but you’re not going on a walk in the middle of the night alone.”

you stay silent.

“we don’t have to talk, you don’t even have to walk near me.”

you two are outside, it’s cold and you’re suddenly regretting the lack of clothes you have on. the shorts and t-shirt you’re wearing are making this walk even more unbearable. noticing your discomfort ellie takes her sweatshirt of and hands it to you, you take it silently.

you continue to walk until the cold becomes to much, you guys head back. y’all are approaching your home when ellie stops you.

“im sorry.”

“what?”

“i’m sorry, i was wrong to flirt with that girl and im sorry that i didn’t take your feelings seriously. you deserve the upmost respect and i wasn’t able to give that to you and for that im sorry.”

“you really hurt me ellie.” your voice barley above a whisper.

”i know, you don’t have to forgive me right away but i want you to know that i love you so much and i would never want to hurt you. i will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel pain because of me. i love you so much and im going to keep loving you, today, tomorrow, and all the days after that.”

ellie stands there as you walk up to her, wrapping your arms around her and crying into her chest.

“i’m sorry for what i said about breaking up, i never want to lose you and that’s why it hurt me so bad because it reminded of how easily i could lose you.”

ellie pulls back, arms coming off you to wipe your tears, “i love you so much, you’re not going to lose me because unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me forever.” she says smiling.

“i love you.”

she kisses you, it’s soft and says so many things that she can’t.

“i love you more.”

[captain-huggy-bear]

Going to break my heart and everyone else's. I cried writing this. I'm not okay. Requests are open for specific people only, please see my pinned post for details :) Writing Masterlist

"I don't want you to go..."

You launch yourself at him, arms wrapping around him tight like if you hold on hard enough, long enough he won't have to pack his bags to get on a flight out to Buffalo tonight. Like if you hold him hard enough both teams will change their mind and let him stay in Utah, where he belongs. Like you are the one thing that's able, capable of doing the impossible.

"It'll be okay..." Michael's choked up, but you can tell he's trying to be brave for your sake, arms wrapping around you just as tight as you start to cry into his chest because he's going...because he's supposed to be here with you and now he's going to Buffalo and you don't know when you'll see him next. It might be that you see him next when he's playing against his best friends like all of the past few years never even mattered. You hate this. You hate the teams for making this decision, for putting him through it, for putting you through it...

"I...I don't want you to go, you belong here. With the team, with the guys...with me." Maybe it's the quiver in your voice, maybe it's the sobs that you can't stop letting out, the hiccupped breaths or maybe it's the way you cling to him like he's going to disappear. Whatever it is, it breaks that last hint of resolve Michael has, his next words heavy with tears, droplets falling down onto the top of your head like the splatter of rain.

"I...I don't want to go either...fuck, baby...I don't have a choice."

Both of you hold each other like that, sobbing in the other's arms for what must be at least half an hour. He's crying, you're crying, clinging to each other even as you both find yourself folded over each other on the floor, unable to hold yourselves up any long through the weight of your tears.

"I'm scared...You're gonna forget me." Your forehead presses into his shoulder but it's real, the fear, the feeling like he's going to go to Buffalo, make new friends, find a new family, find a new girl...and you'll be left behind as cold as the mountains outside your window.

Michael pulls back from you, hands cupping your face and forcing you to look at him. Big brown eyes red rimmed and wet, cheeks blotchy from his crying, brown strands of hair falling cross his forehead, even like that he's perfect, he's beautiful.

"Never." Voice so serious, almost stern like if he tells you harsh enough you'll believe him, "You're it for me. I'll come back every holiday and we'll spend all the off-season together and...and you can come join me at some point? Right?" He's so hopeful because God, Michael hates this. He hates that he and Josh are being moved, upped from everything they know to somewhere else. He hates that he's leaving his best friends. His hockey family. He hates that he's leaving you...and he hates that he has to get on a plane in a matter of hours, that there's no time for you both to process, to deal with it. He's living his dream, but all dreams can turn into nightmares sometimes.

"I..."

"I know your job is here and everything and...but I want you with me, baby, even if it's in 3 years or 5 or 10." He'll wait, he can wait. He'll do the long distance thing...as long as he knows at the end of it the two of you will be together again.

"Okay..." and the truth is you'd drop everything for Michael. A new state. A new life. A new everything, just as long as you had him. Just so long as you didn't have to spend your entire life waiting for the few moments you could see him.

"I love you. No trade is going to change that, you understand that?" Thumbs wipe at the wet tracks across your cheeks, press gently under your red rimmed eyes and tap against the snotty tip of your nose.

"Yeah...yeah, I love you, Michael, you know that?"

"Yeah, baby, I know." His forehead presses to yours and maybe neither of you are okay right now, maybe it feels like your heart is breaking, but it's going to be okay...because you still have him, no matter how far away he is. He's yours, he loves you and you love him and you're both choosing this, choosing to make it work even if you're miles and miles away from each other.

It'll be okay. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day, it'll be okay.

[viccyzsasz]

💋 “Can You Come Get Me… Please?”

Post-Breakup | Dean Winchester x You | Angst, Drunk Confession, Comfort, Lingering Love

summary: It ended months ago—with slammed doors and stubborn silence. But some hearts don’t let go, and tonight, yours dials his number again.

warnings: alcohol use, emotional vulnerability, hurt/comfort, soft reunion, kiss in the rain.

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The last time you spoke to Dean Winchester, it ended in a slammed motel door and words you didn’t really mean. Something stupid. A petty fight blown out of proportion. A miscommunication you were both too stubborn to untangle. And just like that… it was over.

Months passed. The ache dulled but never disappeared. You got good at pretending. So did he.

But tonight? Tonight pretending wasn’t in the cards.

The club’s parking lot reeked of smoke and cheap decisions. You sat on the curb, makeup smudged, knees scraped, your phone trembling in your hand as you scrolled past every contact except the one you knew you’d eventually land on.

Dean.

Your thumb hovered. Then tapped.

It rang.

Once. Twice. Three times.

You nearly hung up.

Then—

“Yeah?” His voice came through low, tired. Groggy, maybe. You had definitely woken him up.

You swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of how drunk you sounded.

“I—I didn’t know who else to call,” you mumbled, blinking fast against the spin of the parking lot lights. “I got kicked out. From a club. They said I was too drunk—” you let out a breathy laugh that was more pitiful than amused. “I think they were right.”

A pause. Then sharper: “Where are you?”

You gave the name. The city. The cross street.

He cursed under his breath. “You’re an hour away. What the hell were you doing out there alone?”

“Trying to forget you,” you slurred before you could stop yourself. “Didn’t work.”

Silence. The kind that almost made you regret calling.

Then:

“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

You blinked again. “You are?”

“Yeah,” he said, and you could practically hear him pulling on his jeans, grabbing his keys. “I’d come farther than that for you.”

Your throat burned hotter than the cheap vodka still in your system. “Dean—”

“Don’t talk. Just sit tight. I’m coming to get you.”

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You were about to text him to tell him not to come. That you were fine. That it was a mistake.

But then—headlights.

The roar of a familiar engine.

Baby.

The Impala pulled up, black and sleek and painfully familiar, and for a second you forgot how to breathe. Dean stepped out. Rumpled grey tee, boots laced in a rush, jacket barely on. His hair was messy. He looked like he hadn’t slept.

But his eyes were focused. Sharp. On you.

He didn’t speak at first. Just stared, taking in the sight of you—mascara streaked, hair wild, legs scraped from tripping on the sidewalk.

You opened your mouth, half-drunk apology already forming.

But he was already there, crouching down in front of you.

“You okay?”

You nodded, too embarrassed to say anything else.

His jaw tensed. “You’re freezing.” He peeled off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders before gently helping you up. “Come on.”

The moment you sank into the passenger seat, it hit you like a punch—this used to feel like home.

The door shut. The engine rumbled back to life. And for the first fifteen minutes, neither of you spoke.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was loud—filled with every word left unsaid over the past few months.

You stared out the window, his jacket wrapped around you, throat raw.

Until finally, you broke.

“I’m sorry.”

He glanced at you. Just once.

“For calling?” he asked.

“For everything.”

Another pause. Then—“Yeah,” he muttered. “Me too.”

You turned your head toward him. “We were so stupid, Dean.”

“Yeah, we were.” He gripped the wheel tighter. “You know I almost called a hundred times.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He sighed through his nose. “Pride. Stubbornness. Thought maybe you moved on. Thought maybe I was the only one who still gave a damn.”

Your laugh cracked in your throat. “Does this look like moving on to you?”

He looked over again. Really looked.

Eyes softening.

“You’re drunk and bleeding in my front seat, wearing my jacket.”

You chuckled, wiping your eyes. “Sounds romantic when you say it like that.”

Dean didn’t laugh. He swallowed hard, knuckles white around the steering wheel again. “Don’t do that again. Don’t go out alone like that. Don’t put yourself in danger like I don’t care. Because I do. I never stopped.”

Your heart shattered in the best and worst way.

“You still love me?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“Yeah. God help me, yeah.”

The car slowed to a red light. The rain had started—light and soft at first, tapping against the windshield like it knew how fragile this moment was.

You turned toward him. “Dean?”

He looked over.

“Can I kiss you?”

He didn’t answer.

He just leaned across the seat and kissed you like he’d been waiting every night since the breakup to do it. Soft. Slow. Salty with tears and warm with everything you both buried.

When he pulled back, forehead resting against yours, he whispered,

“Let’s stop being stupid.”

And you nodded.

Because this time, neither of you planned on letting go.

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[deanobear67]

acting quickly

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-scouting out a place where a suspect lives, you have to act fast as security approaches you two

Mark!Meachum x reader

warnings - reader is called she once, and wears a tank top, no actual kissing (sorry :/ ) neck/jaw nipping, straddling, I think that’s it!

authors note - sorry this isn’t the best, I came up with this after watching the show and decided why not post it. I’m used to writing fluff, and haven’t wrote anything in awhile so I apologize. Also I use Meachum instead of mark because I felt like they aren’t on a first name basis..LMAO

lmk what you think! ——————————————————————

It was the one of the most boring parts of the job, sitting outside an apartment building, scouting for a suspect. You weren’t alone…unfortunately you got paired with the insufferable, stubborn, and extremely hot headed man child, Mark Meachum. 

He already talked your ear off, non-stop, for the first three hours about random ass stories from being undercover or from his early days as a cop. Finally, he’d shut up around the fourth hour and you were starting to enjoying the silence, but that never lasts long. 

Amber’s voice cuts through the radio, “Heads up, you’ve got company.” Luckily for her, she was in the office, just watching through the cameras. Meachum sighed out a small curse, to the left of us, a security car pulls into the parking lot. 

We watched as it slowly made its way through the cars. You were parked in the way back, hours earlier, both times they didn’t patrol this spot, but now of course at night, they do. The car disappeared out of vision for a minute, but with the headlights getting closer both of you were screwed. 

“Shit, of course they’re coming over here when we only got a few hours left.” Meachum cursed out quickly He leaned forward, now tense instead of man spreading in the drivers seat. You watch as his hand goes to the keys, getting ready to turn on the car. You grab his wrist pulling his hand away. “If you drive off now it will be even more suspicious, dumbass,” you muttered out as you looked at the car finally rounding the corner.

“You got any ideas then? I mean- fuck it’s not like we can both hide in this small ass car.” Meachum said, turning his head towards you. “Let me think for a minute,” you said quietly, watching the car stop as it notices our silhouette in the windows. Thankfully this rental has tinted windows- you get cut off from your own thoughts when you hear Meachum curse again. 

One idea pops into your head, you don’t really have any other options at the moment. Before you can spit out the idea, Meachum leans forward again getting ready to start the car as the security guard parks. You act quick, putting your hand on his shoulder, pushing him back more rough than attended. 

“What the fuck are you-“ He starts to mutter but you cut him off. “Just shut the hell up for once and follow my lead,” you say as you lean over the center console, sliding your legs over his the best you could in the tight spot. Your right hand goes to the side of the seat, pulling the lever to lean the seat back. 

You can feel your cheeks burn in the darkness, as he watches. Why does he have to look so good at doing nothing…you shake your thoughts away, no time for those. You put your hands on his wrists, bringing them to your hips. “Shh” you muttered as you leaned forward, nipping his bearded jawline. 

You listened as you hear the car outside shut off, you shifted yourself closer to him trying to make it more believable. Meachum still muttering to himself in your ear as you continued to gently nip at his skin. “Belt…” you muttered quietly, but he didn’t you. “Huh?” You pulled back slightly from his jaw, “your belt” You whispered, it was digging into your thigh to the point of pain.

Since you can’t shift your leg over more, you slide your left hand in between your bodies, trying to move the buckle to the side. You feel him tense, shit what are you doing, you thought to yourself. One of his hands leaves your hip, he takes your hand away, now it’s time to ask what the hell he’s doing. You can feel him start to unbuckle it. 

You finally hear the car door slam outside. It shakes you out of your mind, you’ve got a role to play. As you lean forward again, Meachum takes his right hand and puts it on the back of your neck. You hear footsteps outside getting closer, you move to his earlobe, gently giving it a tug. Probably going a bit too far, but trying to make it look believable, like you’ve been going at it for awhile. 

You hear him take in a breath, both of you get startle as a knock hits the window. You pull away looking out the window. Meachum turns the key forward so he can roll it down. A bright ass light gets shined in your face, the night time air feels great on your skin though.

“…Hi..officer?” You try to act surprised, but not sure what to call him. The older man, probably in his early sixty’s, looks between both of you. He already knows what’s going on, you feel his eyes drift over to your tank top strap as it slides off of your shoulder. 

You feel uncomfortable as his eyes stay there, you tense going to put it back up, but Meachum causally fixes it for you. The heat coming off of his fingers as they brush with your cool skin, from the window being down. “Sorry about that…” he fakes a laugh as he looks at the guy. “We doin’ something wrong officer or?…” 

His left hand moves from your shoulder down to your back. You shivered slightly but smile softly at the guard. “You two can’t sit out here this late at night,” the security guard stated in a monotone voice. 

“Yeah sorry about that..” Meachum chuckled  rubbing your back slightly. “You know how date nights can go..” You laughed quietly pushing his shoulder as your face burns again. “We’re sorry sir-“ you get cut off by him. 

“Still can’t be here….as I said.” You frown slightly at his tone but understood. Feeling Meachum tense under you, his thumb tapped your back as he began to talk with a firm tone. “As she said we’re sorry…” Meachum clears his throat moving slightly beneath you. “We’re getting ready leave, don’t worry.” 

You nod leaning back slightly to adjust a cramp in your back, trying not to hit the steering wheel. As you do that, the light from the security guards flashlight flash’s on Meachums belt buckle. It creates a glare in the car, the man clears his throat and raises his eyebrows. 

Both of you look down, shit, this is a little too believable….you think to yourself. Meachum laughs taking his hands from you to re-buckle his belt. “Sorry about that…..she’s something else isn’t she.” He leaned forward suddenly nipping at your jaw, then earlobe as you did too him minutes prior. 

You let out a small squeak before playing it off as a hum. You can’t believe he’s going this far into the role. You smile at the security guard, putting your hands onto Meachum shoulders. 

The guard taps his hand on the car shaking his head. “Alright you two…” He looks down at his watch before he talks again, as he pauses Meachum pulls back and looks at you before looking at him with a smirk. “I’ll give a few minutes to…urm collect yourself but you have to be gone in eight minutes” 

Meachum’s hands slide around your lower back, just above your ass. “I think we can do that can’t we…baby?” He said turning towards you, his face way too close to yours, voice raspy and low. 

You smirk back trying to calm yourself before speaking. “I know I can…not so sure about you” Biting your lip slightly to stop your smirk growing more. Meachum hummed back with a smirk, his hands tapping on your back.

The guard tapped the car again, “Eight minutes you two.” He finally backed away, Meachum rolling up the window. You sighed looking at him as he leaned back against the seat with his signature smirk. His hands were still on you, you lightly hit his arm but realized the cop was watching by his car…just waiting. 

You smiled before turning back to Meachum, grabbing his cheek with your right hand. Positioning it so it covers the view of your mouth slightly. You lean in, acting like you’re giving him a final kiss. Meachum probably thinks you’re actually going to kiss him, no matter how much you may want to, you back out.

You lightly press your lips to the corner of his mouth, his beard poking your face lightly. You pressed another below his lips, you pulled away, the air between you two heavy now. The tip of your nose brush against each other as you turned to get out of his lap.

He offered his hand to help hold you up as you struggled to get your legs back in the passenger seat. You buckled yourself in before he did the same, shifting it into drive He waved at the guard a final time before pulling away. 

His hand landing on your knee, it startled you for a moment, not sure why he was still playing the role. It was a quiet drive back the radio quiet, you rolled down your window slightly to get some cold air in your face. 

Eventually Meachum moved his hand as you got closer to the building. No words were spoken as he parked in the parking garage, he turned the car off. It was silent again but this time it stayed for awhile longer. 

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[the-crying-artist]

I made a post about this but I realized a lot of people haven't read or played IHNMAIMS so here's this

I have no mouth and I must scream over simplified summary 

5 people are kept trapped By the Allied master computer for its own entertainment for 109 year. Am won't let them die and starve them. They make their way across the world to go find canned food given to them by AM. when they get to the canned food they realize they have no way to open the cans. In the end Ted has to help kill everyone and stay behind after setting the others free from AM. After the others deaths Am turns Ted into a slug like creature.

Allied master computer ( AM)- Caine 

AM was made for war. He was made by the USA. There are 2 other Computers like him. Russian allied mastercomputer (RAM) and the Chinese allied mastercomputer. The story follows AM and doesn't really talk about the others. AM is able to keep them alive he can and does torture them they can be on the edge of death and he brings them back. The only real difference between AM and Caine is Caine doesn't hurt them on purpose and he likes them. That can always change though. AM killed everyone but 5 people he kept alive in him he made them suffer. They starve only eating the rotten food AM gives them when hes feeling ‘nice’

Ellen- Ragatha 

The only one who still has hope and is positive. She is the only woman out of the 5 survivors. She does ‘favors’ for the men only to keep them as sane as they can be. She doesn't like it but she does it to try to keep them sane. She is treated the worst. She takes care of everyone. 

Ted-Pomni?

He is the narrator and he is UNRELIABLE so take what he says with a grain of salt. Am is in his head he hallucinates. He thinks he's the most normal, he is not. AM is in his head and he runs away when he hallucinates and disappears and the group finds him when he's done.  In the end Ted and Ellen kill the others when they finally get the chance. Then Ted makes the ultimate sacrifice, he kills Ellen. leaving Ted the only Human AM has left. Then AM turns Ted into a slug-like creature.

Goristor- Jax?

He was against the war. He was a peaceful guy until he was taken by AM. Now he's apathetic and doesn't care anymore. He doesn't take it seriously, he doesn't care.

Benny- Kinger 

The only person who isn't completely suffering. Only because he is insane because of how much he was tortured by AM. Before he was trapped he was a brilliant and handsome scientist. Then one day AM took him and turned him into a monkey man. He has the mind of a child or animal.

Nimdok-?

Nimdok isn't even his name AM made him go by it cause he thinks it sounds funny. He was a Nazi scientist. But he doesn't really remember his past which AM thinks is really funny. Sometimes he would wander away from the group and come back even more traumatized.

These are all extremely simplified but I hope they are helpful to Yall.

[luvmei]

STOP HOWLING!

kris, monster headcanons ゛ ⿻

cw ￫ pure fluff, unserious, lighthearted, prob ooc

chars mentioned ￫ susie, ralsei, noelle, toriel, asgore, asriel

random au where kris is a monster (dog). someone had to make this.. they did it to themself. inspired by the puppy kris allegations in recent chapters: see post here

tysm @DivineCrocodile on twt for letting me use your art !!

general!,

kris was often found waiting by the door for asriel and toriel to come home. they felt bad after the first time and got kris a hamster companion.. but it disappeared. no one knows what happened to it

kris howls. when they enter the dark world, when the moon is full, when the butterscotch pie is fresh. you cannot stop them by any means

before toriel and asgore got divorced, they would bury things in the family garden and then regift the stolen items

“merry christmas," kris muttered, dropping a gold necklace in toriel's stocking. their tail flicked like a metronome, expectant.

toriel eyed all of the jewelry she'd been missing. kris was rather smug over how they rendered her speechless.

asriel fought back a flinch when he pulled a dented medal out of his stocking.

toriel placed a hand on kris' shoulder, smiling awkwardly. “thank you, dear. this is very thoughtful of you."

to asgore's dismay, he found that his garden had been disrupted that morning. a strong floral scent which was hard to miss was coming from his carefully decorated stocking.

since then, only wrapped presents were allowed during the holidays.

doesn't like the rug in the living room. tries to destroy it in various ways when no one is looking. the spot where kris repeatedly dug into the carpet is currently covered by chairiel

kris is already unhinged as a human, but in this form, there's this newfound habit of biting. they tear open packets with the plastic between their teeth. kris cannot be trusted in a jacket or hoodie for too long

territorial instincts. they're even more protective of their friends than usual. even if kris doesn't say much, their body language is telling enough

with susie!,

kris' silence along with those 'stupid' ears fueled susie's initial dislike for them. now, it's just something she teases them for

susie used to find the howling unbearable, but she went "fuck it" and started joining them after a while

kris is a clingy loyal friend, and it shows more in the little things they do: waiting for susie after class, hanging out with her during breaks, walking home with her every day

“so, how's the puzzle going?" susie raised a brow at kris, who'd been messing with the levers for a while. “guess we can't all be geniuses. you know, i could always just use my axe to-"

*bzzzzt*

the obstacles disappeared! right before susie could celebrate (and while ralsei was praising kris' skill), they started yowling.

instead of earning a "the hell are you doing?" from susie like they used to, they received a howl in return. the pair carried on, leaving an exasperated ralsei a three paces behind.

they're always found play-fighting/wrestling in the dark world and outside of school

susie holds back during play-fights after chapter 1; kris doesn't. when it comes to swordsmanship, kris wins, but have you seen susie's arms?

kris fights dirty, even when they're just sparring with susie. a nibble here, a scratch there, a tail-in-the-face if the opportunity presents itself

"hey, kris!" susie waved before falling to the ground. she was caught off guard by their surprise attack. “oh, it's on."

susie had kris in a headlock shortly, ruffling their hair. she'd gone easy for a while, but couldn't let them win the whole time. dog monsters with egos are dangerous

“don't look at me like that. you were barking up the wrong tree."

susie finds kris amusing and loves their occasional chaotic energy

not as fast as kris. found out the hard way while trying to run from them with a ball in her pocket

kris would climb her if given the chance

with noelle!,

now that noelle is taller than kris, they like to subtly circle her. noelle resembles somewhat of a tree to them... but they try to maintain proper decorum to the best of their abilities. most of the time. would also climb her if given the chance

never voices it, but they have a lot of respect for noelle and will guard her from a distance in the dark world. that loyalty from a childhood friend (kris) isn't lost easily

kris doesn't enjoy listening to most people, but they feel a bit more inclined when it's noelle

contradicting the last bullet point – they like to do the exact opposite of what noelle asks/says, just to mess with her

noelle, susie, kris, and ralsei were in the cyber world, walking in their single file line. after queen left, kris grabbed ralsei's hand and booked it.

“???" susie blinked.

noelle's cheeks flushed, realizing she was left in the dust with susie. “kris?! get back here!"

they ran faster. the fleeing pair stopped around the corner.

“goodness! what was that for?" ralsei asked nervously. kris tilted their head back towards the path they'd come from.

noelle was giggling over something susie said. susie had her arms behind her head with a lazy smirk, acting indifferent despite how interested she really was. noelle caught their eye and mouthed something between, “thank you" or “i hate you" (it was the former).

kris was very proud of themselves.

tried to trim kris' claws after they accidentally tore open one of noelle's pillows. kris didn't resist, but the claws ended up growing back sharper the next day

another bad habit kris developed was tackling. while this would've initiated a playful tussle with susie, noelle is horrified. she lets out a yelp as if a mouse passed by

(younger days) it was nearing midnight when norlle squeaked in surprise at a sudden hug, “!!!"

the wind was knocked out of her and the pair had been sent hurdling into the newly built sleepover fort.

feathers and cotton flew from her favorite pillow. she was filled with dread and subconsciously petting kris, whose head was also turned to the descending filling.

noelle was always too sweet, though she did try to maintain some form of discipline. “you're not banned from pillow kingdom.. but we have to do something about these claws."

when noelle and kris were younger, noelle would brush and decorate their ears

with ralsei!,

whenever kris hugs ralsei, their tail begins to wag. even if it stops as they pull away, he always notices yet doesn't mention it

ralsei added a lint roller to kris' room in the dark world. the buildup of fur makes him sneeze

noelle doesn't go out of her way to assist anymore, so ralsei is the one kris seeks for guidance on fur maintenance. what started as a simple lesson on fur maintenance turned into a bonding ritual for them

kris entered their castletown without susie. ralsei was reading when they barged in unannounced. he smiled after his initial fear settled down and greeted them.

with careful consulting and consideration, ralsei decided to it'd be best to unknot kris' fur by the common wash-and-comb. In whichever special way fur works in deltarune, ralsei showed them the secret to keeping it soft.

kris returned the following week with soaking wet hair.

“I have a problem," they muttered. ralsei set his book down and draped a towel over their head, leading them to the fireplace.

they eased into a routine after that

kris doesn't like when ralsei walks behind them. when he does, they wait. they also just like being able to see all of their loved ones at once (even though they walk behind kris in game)

used to think of kris as more of a lost puppy than an individual

finds kris' presence warm and comforting, like tea

when they have minor injuries that don't require magic, ralsei uses an herbal honey to heal their wounds. after turning around for a few seconds.. ralsei finds that the applied honey is gone.

“ah! a papercut! allow me to patch you up." he applied the honey and turned to return the jar to its resting place.

“oh, uhm.. that's okay, kris! we all get hungry sometimes," ralsei smiled. kris stood there silently with honey coating their lips and a tail moving with pure joy

- yay finally done! thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed !!! sorry for the ooc writing. i just finished playing chapter 2, so i'm not that far in yet. it's been 2-3 years since i last posted, so i'm happy i was able to get this out ^^

♡ + ↻ are deeply appreciated !

[moonglide]

Carol and Susie elemental analysis (chapter 3/4 spoilers)

To preface this, I only thought about this because of Persistant Variables over on AO3. It is an INCREDIBLE fic (it’s also finished!! So go read it!!) that cooked in a lot of aspects, but what I’m focusing on right now is that BewareTheDragon (the author), made the Ice/Order and Fire/Rude elemental pairs. (They also completed the trio with Dust/Chaos, but that’s not really relevant to this post). And I think that they were already good pairs, but in light of the new chapters, they work especially well. (Actual analysis under the cut).

Carol, of course, really, REALLY, embodies Ice/Order. There’s the obvious factors that she’s a reindeer, her whole family is Christmas/Winter themed, and that her color scheme is what it is. But there’s also how she always keeps her AC on full blast. Her hand on Kris’s shoulder is described as “icy.” She’s a very cold person in general, and so far hasn’t shown much emotion at all outside of “calm fury,” if that makes sense. And order is a big facet of her character. Everything under her control HAS to be frozen and in its proper place. In her house, Dess’s room is still. Unchanging. Exactly as she left it when she disappeared. Noelle’s show of care (the paper mache snowflakes) were bronzed and hung up to never be touched by the outside world. The grand piano just sits in the room adjacent to the kitchen, and hasn’t been touched in years.

But her house isn’t the only thing under control-she’s the mayor. She’s pretty much ALWAYS been the mayor. She always will be the mayor because she runs unopposed. Any and all crime is swiftly eliminated to protect her perfect town. Hometown is pretty static and unchanging. (Also, she’s supporting Asgore’s “you-know-what”-likely his attempts at courting Toriel-to get things back the way they were. And this isn’t technically confirmed yet, but she’s TOTALLY trying to bring Dess back. Like, 100%.)

And then there’s Susie. Fire/Rude embodies her perfectly. I mean, for starters, Rude Buster is the only Rude-elemental attack in the game, iirc. In Persistent Variables, Ralsei describes the Rude element as a “defiance against existence”-and while I wouldn’t go that far, I think it’s definitely a defiance against stasis, and the status quo. It’s not Chaos, which tears apart Order at the seams, but it’s still rebellion. It’s constant change, even against the order within herself. Susie pretty much facilitates ALL of the major character growth in Deltarune. It’s because of her that Kris is no longer an outcast loner. It’s because of her that Ralsei hopes that the prophecy can be changed, and that he thinks of himself as a less worthless than he initially thought. It’s because of her that Noelle, at least in the dark world, gains the courage to stand up to an analogue of her controlling mother. It’s because of her that Berdly (dark world only, again, but he thought it was a dream) is more receptive to accepting help from others (and not being so goddamn high and mighty (which is part of HIS own Holy/Electric elemental pair but that’s another can of worms)).

When Ralsei tries to teach her Heal Prayer (probably a holy/electric spell) she instead learns Ultimate Heal, which unlike Heal Prayer, gets better and better with each successive use. And sure, Gerson is the one to encourage her to use her healing, but she was the one to reach out to Ralsei and try to learn in the first place.

When it comes to fire, the connection’s a little less strong, but it’s still there. She’s a dragon, and Gerson says that she’s THE dragon in Dragon Blazers, which is based off the prophecy. He also says, “I see a future lit up in your eyes. Burnin’ bright. Burnin’ black. Burnin’ up everything”. And while the whole “garden is charred in an inferno of jealousy” thing probably refers to Asgore’s fire powers, chapter five will take place during the festival. Which. You know. Is a very easy place for jealousy to arise. Also, iirc, there was an interview where Toby said he originally wanted to give a character a fire spell, but ultimately decided against it. Which totally could be Susie.

And these things quickly put Susie and Carol at odds. Susie is a new girl in Carol’s perfect town that’s changing things. You can SEE when Susie sits down at the foot of Dess’s bed, Noelle is shocked. Carol has raised her to think of the past as unchanging and untouchable. But you can also see when that effect melts away and Noelle decides to sit down too. Same with the guitar. Nobody’s used the red (orange. It’s orange. But whatever.) guitar in ages, and it stayed that way until Susie grabbed hold of it. Noelle, again, is shocked-but then she thinks for a moment, and relents, and decides that Susie should play it. To breathe new life into the past. And when Carol gets home, and sees that Susie is holding the guitar, she’s affronted, because Susie is, from her perspective, defiling Carol’s attempt at preserving the past.

All this to say, especially with the other protagonist traits that Susie has, I’m convinced that if Deltarune weren’t a video game where we were forced to play as Kris, and instead literally any other form of media, Susie would totally be the main character. Especially in a non-dark world AU where it’s just small-town drama.

Idk. I probably missed something. But tell me what you guys think.

Edit: I completely forgot to talk about the prophecy!! Susie rebels against the prophecy and that’s another connection to the rude element. Ok bye.

TL;DR: Carol’s associated with Ice/Order because her whole deal is perfectly preserving the past, and Susie’s associated with Fire/Rude because her whole deal is rebellion, facilitating change, and melting the ice that Carol is making. Also, go read Persistent Variables over on AO3.

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well hey, strangers. it's been a minute.

my ridiculously full queue has continued to run one post a day in my absence, but i honestly haven't actually been here for a long while. i've had a lot going on, most of which i won't bore you with. but one factor of my disappearance is the fact that my external hard drive has decided to give up –– which stored my whole indie life. my dearest beloveds ( @bruiseeasily & @krys4lis ) have encouraged me to return despite this.

so i've pulled together some (super rough) new graphics and banners to use, and while i don't have the energy or muse to completely rebrand, i'm hoping that by dipping my toe, the muse might come back!

i plan to continue leaving my queue running as is, and the threads sitting in my drafts will be responded to and dropped into it, though if muse comes back i may look to increase the post frequency. thank you to everyone that has taken the time to reply to things while my only presence has been one post a day. i'm going to really make an effort to engage with the memes my mutuals post to encourage interactions (as i haven't been the best at that, and i can only apologise) and will be keen to get some new things going. new threads won't be put in the queue, at least not at the moment, to not keep you waiting any longer than i already have.

big ramble over! i'd appreciate it if you engaged with this post in some way if you'd like to write –– i'll come and message you on here, or on disco if i have it, to get some things moving again. you might see some memes drop into your inbox over the next few days too. i appreciate you all ♡

p.s. what do you think of the new headers?

[candyswirls]

Return of the Phoenician Part 5

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Had to work on this chapter a bit to get it where I want. I'm not fully satisfied with it, but it's leading to where I want to story to go. I do like writing how his mood fluctuates and him struggling with what he's feeling.

Synopsis: Fulgrim is brought aboard the Emperor's Children Battle-Barge. He's fighting off the feeling of being a failure but gets to reconnect with some of those he knew.

The cargoship was placed in the bay of the old barge.

Since its Gellar fields worked properly and the interior was uncorrupted, he and the Sons of the Phoenix were placed inside.

Embarrassment filled him as he tried to hobble forward on his own. Sharp pain running from his legs and up his spine.

"Get Juno down here," Hebe ordered.

Fulgrim was placed on his bed, with Chemy in his arms. Dysseus stayed by his side, offering comfort and reassurance.

Hebe spoke, "You'll need to stay down here as we inform the rest of the company. There are things we need to prepare as well."

"We need to... purge a lot of stuff before you come up," Solace explained.

"Only daemons," Fulgrim said. "Please don't kill any prisoners."

Hebe nodded, "As you wish, my Lord."

"Do I have to get rid of all my drugs?" Questioned another.

Bors smacked the astartes upside the head, "Yes, you dolt."

A larger Astartes in Terminator armor skipped in.

"Hi, what did you bring back- Oh."

He stared at Fulgrim, eyes pink and bulging. Hard drugs and years in the warp had changed his features. But was this Juno? He had been an apothecary. An up-and-coming chirurgeon. He was much larger now.

"You look different," was all the astartes said. He spoke in a soft whispery voice.

Hebe came up behind him, "Juno, this is the primarch, now an uncorrupted clone. Take care of him."

"Okay," Juno nodded. "My Lord Primarch. You look so young."

The primarch smiled as he brushed away tears.

The apothecary scanned over him, studying him.

"You are young," he mumbled.

"You're like an infant primarch right now," Solace mentioned. "It's exciting to see you at such a young age!"

He didn't fully like that statement but nodded and looked back at Juno.

He looked shellshocked, still taking everything in.

The apothecary slowly nodded, "Yes... infant. I am to take care of you. Infant... take care of infant. Baby. I am to take care of baby. My baby."

He reached out and grabbed one of the Primarch's arms. He held the hand to his chest, staring at Fulgrim. Possessively, in a way.

"My baby," he mumbled.

"Your baby?" The Phoenician questioned.

Juno lit up, "Yes, my baby. Need to get rid of the daemonettes. Pesky. I'll be back. Rest."

Juno still stood there, holding onto Fulgrim's arm, staring at the Primarch.

"Ar-are you going to let go?"

He considered this a moment, "Yes, I'll be back."

He dropped the Primarch's arm and hurried out, constantly looking back at the primarch, as if he'd disappear if he looked away for too long.

Hebe looked pleased.

Bors turned to the captain, "Was that really a good idea? You know how obsessed and possessive he can get."

Hebe nodded, "He no longer has the daemon inside of him and I'm counting on his possessiveness. He will fight tooth and nail to protect our dear Primarch and give him the utmost care. If he gets to be too much, let him know."

The primarch didn't say anything. He just ran fingers over one of Chemy's lights.

"We're headed up," Hebe said. "Solace, Bors. With me. Dysseus, stay here."

Fulgrim rubbed his face and looked around.

The Sons of the Phoenix huddled close to one another. They tried wearing brave and undeterred faces, but existing exhaustion took over. They were tired, wounded, and weary. Only Thaedeus had his armor.

Some primarch he was. Ever since coming aboard, he'd been a teary mess. He could recall moments where his mere presence struck awe in anyone who beheld him. How those who caught sight of him on the battlefield were renewed with hope and strength.

He couldn't even do that now with a handful of Astartes. He was just a glorified prisoner, wasn't he? He wasn't even giving orders. He wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. But he was stuck.

Dysseus leaned against the wall. He didn't say anything, but Fulgrim didn't feel like talking.

Minutes turned to hours but passed like centuries. He wanted to tear off this stupid armor.

"It's true!" Gasped someone as they entered.

This newcomer had hot pink armor with neon designs across it. His hair was cut into various lengths and styles. Bright colors ran across it, and his shaved sides had been painted with animal print. Piercings ran up his face, and the folds of his cheeks had been cut and peeled back to be pinned to his temples.

He grinned happily, rocking on his heels with his arms behind his back. He waited at the entrance for permission to enter.

Fulgrim glanced at the others.

He sat up and bid him welcome, "Come in."

"My lord," he greeted happily as he moved in. His voice was gravelly.

"What is your name?" Fulgrim inquired, trying to pretend he didn’t notice the Sons of the Phoenix moving further back.

"Don't you recognize me?" His son asked.

The primarch opened and closed his mouth.

The legionaire laughed, "I jest, I jest! No one recognizes who I used to be. I've done so many body modifications over the centuries on myself. I change my hair as often as I can, too. My name is Rouge, but it used to be Roushal. I was there when a daemon possessed the original. Do you recall me?"

Fulgrim concentrated on the name and memories of a young Astartes matching the name floated through.

"Oh, Roushal," the primarch smiled. "Yes, I do remember you. I would expect you to have changed within ten millennia. Uh, how is it? The body modifications, I mean."

Rouge clasped his hands together, "Oh I love it. Especially when you can get a biomancer involved. I was considering getting a few speakers in my chest, but not now."

He stared eagerly at his lord.

Fulgrim cleared his throat and scooted to face Rouge fully.

"Um, what brings you to me?" He asked. "Were you just wanting to meet again, visit, or is there something I can do for you?"

"I'd also like to know that."

Rouge turned around to reveal Juno, who was glaring at his brother, almost murderously.

The other marine had silently moved up.

"A bit of all three," answered Rouge as he moved to kneel down across from the primarch. "It's been so long, and I wanted to see you. Many are... resistant. Some are resentful towards the original's actions, and many have... opinions on you being a clone, and plenty are afraid of what you'll think of them."

Fulgrim nodded. He knew this would happen. Juno moved the primarch's side, watching his brother.

"But I also really wanted to offer my specialties," the other Astartes offered enthusiastically. "I mean, new body, new you! If you ever wanted anything like piercings, tattoos, scarification, implants, or dental work, then I'm the one for it! I do it for all the others."

"Oh." Spoke Fulgrim.

"No," Juno said.

Rouge put up his hands, "It's not for everyone, and it can be a lot to handle. Especially if it's your first of any of them. I stress thinking deeply about it before committing. My best skill is actually hair! I work with all hair types. I can cut, dye, braid, style, extensions, anything really."

The other legionnaire backed down at this as Fulgrim slowly nodded.

Rouge buzzed with excitement, "I always wanted to feel your hair. It's so soft-looking and flowy. You're a primarch, after all. Perhaps it will boost your mood!"

The primarch blinked. He was offering to pamper him. Fulgrim, the original, had given him memories of others pampering him. Serfs and occasionally Astartes during the crusade. On Chemos, servants and courtesans did so. Those betrothed that he loved had offered as well.

But he, himself, he'd never experienced it. Throne. He hadn't even experienced much affection in general.

He recalled one time teacher had patted his head in praise. He had desperately craved it since. Hoping enough approval would entail that.

"I would like that very much," Fulgrim answered.

Rouge smacked his hands to his cheeks and tried to repress a squeal of glee through a wide smile.

"I'll go get my tools and supplies!"

Rouge dashed out, then returned just seconds later with a case.

"I brought it with me," he beamed. "Ah, you meant now, correct?"

"I assumed you meant it as well," the Phoenician smiled.

Rouge opened the case and began rifling through organized drawers of brushes and combs.

"What are you wanting today?" He inquired, giddy at the prospect.

"Um, show off your skills," Fulgrim decided. "You decide what hairstyle."

"With pleasure!" The Emperor's Child practically purred.

The primarch moved to the edge of the bed and Rouge bounced around behind him. The Sons of the Phoenix were slowly relaxing.

Fingers gently ran through Fulgrim's platinum locks. The Astartes parted his hair and sectioned it off as he began what was assumed to be an intricate braid.

"Do you see yourself and the first Fulgrim as the same person or completely separate?" Rouge inquired as he worked.

The Clone pondered a moment, "I will admit, I struggle deeply with identity. While I have many of the memories, I don't have them all, and I did not experience them fully. Teacher said that clones can differ greatly from the original being. I see myself as a separate individual but one who has to live up to the greatness anand d right the wrongs."

"Mmm," Rouge acknowledged. "I assume Teacher is Bile?"

"Yes."

Rouge paused before continuing with the brush, "I sense tension there. You did not part on good terms."

Fulgrim whispered, "No. He gave me away. To a Necron collector. I still don't know what I did wrong. He wouldn't tell me. He just... tossed me like I was nothing."

"We will not do that," assured Dysseus from the wall.

"He was always a creepy bastard," Rouge commented.

Juno hummed in agreement.

The subject soured the air, and Rouge tried to change it.

"It is far calmer down here than above," he commented. "Love the lack of fighting."

"What's going on?" Fulgrim asked.

Juno flinched and glared harder at Rouge, "You idiot! You weren't supposed to say anything!"

Rouge slowed, "Oo-oops? Sorry, it just slipped out."

Fulgrim turned around, "What is going on? I may be struggling right now, but I'm still a primarch."

Emotion cracked at the end of his sentence. He wanted to bawl again.

Juno muttered, "The ship is divided by those who want nothing to do with you and those who want to join you. Mainly Antioch vs Hebe. It was escalating quickly."

"It will be over soon," Rouge assured.

The Primarch went quiet. Fighting within his own men? But they're not mine.

Juno moved forward and cupped his face, "Only a handful of us have met you, and you're obviously sick. We've been on our own for a while. We can take care of you."

"Take me up there," Fulgrim ordered, refusing to listen.

"My lord," Dysseus protested.

"Now." The primarch growled.

"I can not allow you to be put in harm's way," Juno said.

"Then you will be by my side," he replied. "You're now part of the new Phoenix guard."

Juno paused, then nodded.

"Wait!" Rouge protested. "I'm almost done! Just tie this... over here... oh, can't have that fly away... aaaaaaaaaaaannnddd done!"

Rouge jumped back, looking proud. He grabbed a mirror from his case and presented it.

The Primarch blinked. It was an intricate braid, forming flowers and a crown upon his head.

He choked.

Rouge's face dropped, "I can redo it."

Fulgrim shook his head, "It's beautiful. I've never had this done for me before."

Juno was already catching tears and wiping his eyes.

Rouge's became misty, "I'm glad you like it!"

"Let's go," Fulgrim sniffed, hoping for anything to distract from his emotions.

As he stood, his knees threatened to give out.

Juno and Dysseus were at his sides immediately.

"Rouge," Fulgrim spoke. Stay here and ensure the Sons of the Phoenix are protected. And watch Chemy."

"As you wish." He replied with a bow.

The scarab sat on the bed, not a thought in its head.

Juno carried most of his weight as they hurried up the decks.

The higher they went, the more his legs ached. But he could hear the sounds of battle growing closer. That pushed him forward.

The same determination he had when he wanted to speak to Trazyn was coming back. He could not allow a civil war to happen over himself.

What was he doing? Sitting there and moping that everything had been ruined? He was not a small child upset that the first stroke of a painting wasn't what he wanted it to be. It was his stupid struggle with perfection! It wasn't going to be perfect, and it didn't need to be.

He had a duty here. He needed to foster harmony and hope.

They came upon some legionaries in the hallway. One was about to hack another in two when he spotted the primarch.

He dropped his blade and then fell to his knees. The others did the same.

He wished he could stop and speak to them, but the main fight was just beyond.

The doors slid open to reveal a cacophony of sound and bolt rounds. He clasped his hands over his ears as it washed over him. It was awful. Like scraping fingernails across a slate board. There was no harmony or coherence.

Waves rippled through the air as noise tore through. Blood sprayed up as brother fought brother. Some lay on the floor, and some reveled in the pain they received. Others delighted in the pain they inflicted.

He could see the graceful and well-coordinated marches they used to do in his mind. It was jarring to see the depravity now.

"Stop," he whispered. "Please stop."

He didn't hear what Dysseus said, but the marine had such hopeful and intense eyes.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled.

Most of the noise died away as his sons froze. Some dropped to their knees and began crying. Some immediately begged for forgiveness.

He yelled to those still fighting, "Stop it! This is ridiculous! Has there not been enough loss due to the heresy? We already fought the other legions. We do not need to add ourselves to that list! Please!"

The hall was so quiet that he could only hear the echo of his words.

"My lord," whispered one.

Some burst into tears, some dropped to the ground and crawled forward; Pleas of forgiveness on their lips. Some claimed praises at his return.

"False!" Yelled Antioch, waving his sword. "This is the false primarch! Thinking that you can come in here and take ownership of us?"

"I own no one," the primarch stated. "No one is forcing you to join me."

"You just shouted an order!" The captain growled.

Hebe was up, "That is enough."

"No!" Growled the other. "I will not stand by and -"

He was cut off once more as dirty brown armor appeared behind him. The captain was kicked down and landed face-first on the ground.

The being in the brown armor had rage etched across their face. Their mouth was gone. Sealed by a nasty-looking scar. They also had no arms. They were larger than the others and definitely not from the third.

Antioch looked back, utter shock upon his face as blood dripped, "Hermes?"

Hermes flicked his head, and a piece of jewelry fell to the ground. He stomped on it and stormed away. The astartes around him quickly parted.

Antioch scrambled forward, "Hermes? Hermes?? Hermes, please!"

He ran after them and grabbed onto his back. Hermes spun around with blinding speed and kicked him away.

"No!" The captain begged, any and all ire gone from his voice. "Don't leave me! Hermes, please! Just listen to me! Please, I love you! Hermes!!"

The two disappeared down the hall, Antioch on the verge of tears as he frantically begged the other to listen.

"Oh damn," Solace said from the middle of the group.

Hebe pointed his gun upwards, "Anyone else want to stand against the primarch?"

There were no protests.

One stumbled forward, "H-how? You have no touch of the warp on you? Is it really you?"

Fulgrim reached out, "Yes, Cassa, it is."

The marine choked upon hearing his name.

He had imagined this moment as having great decorum, but he surged forward and fell to his knees, grabbing anyone close and pulling them into an embrace.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as more joined in. He sat on his rear, his legs screaming at him. Others joined in, hugging him from behind, crying, stroking his hair, nuzzling close.

"I'm sorry," one sobbed. "We're hideous now."

Fulgrim laughed through tears, "You're beautiful still. I think you look fantastic!"

He meant it. He was afraid to say it out loud, but he'd always wanted various piercings and tattoos. To have his hair cut and dyed in what used to seem like a provocative way. He would have to bring up Rouge on his offer.

"We're cleansing the ship!" Hebe announced. "All signs of the God are to be gone. No daemons. No killing prisoners. Primarch's orders. Speak to an apothecary about weaning off your substances. We are returning to glory."

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