#these are getting notes again for whatever reason ^_^

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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

Answer: Hello my dear readershi! Thank you for the prompt. As it gives me a tOn of creative freedom lol I hope you'll enjoy what I've created for ya ( ´ ꒳ ` ) Also! arigatou for givin mhe a choice, bUt I'll happily do all of 'em for ya. Note. The person who asked for another jealousy troupe, as well, please note that yours will be posted tomorrow if nothing major comes in between🙌

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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.

[mona-risms]

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x boxer!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ NOTES: Let's fucking try this AGAIN. Bc for some reason Tumblr decided to be a nasty little shit and post my draft HALF AN HOUR AGO when IT WAS CLEARLY SET TO "SAVE DRAFT" and I was fucking EDITING IT. But whatever I'm nonchalant

So when a boxer is found out to be dating someone, it's like. Basically fine. Whatever you have your own life outside of the ring, good for you. But when an IDOL does it, the entire world explodes. Rumi's most definitely always exasperated about this but also she's not really all that bothered--she likes her privacy (or as much privacy as a K-Pop idol can get anyway) AND she def likes seeing a side to you that only she will ever see :3c

You could just easily walk out after training and grab snacks you know that Rumi (and the others, bc ofc you can't just ignore your girlfriend's two closest people) loves to eat before heading back to the penthouse. You even get them their favourite ramyeon cups cuz why not? Maybe you even text her if she wanted you to pick up anything specific and she says that you don't have to! Before quickly following it up with what she actually wants and then like a sticker, probably of herself for comedic effect LMFAO

While you're doing that and making your way to the penthouse, HUNTR/X are doing a vlive. They probably just kinda have it so like they can just drop in and drop out whenever, so maybe while they're doing it together, Rumi gets your message and she smiles before she can even stop it. Ofc the viewers WILL pick it up and they're like "OH????? WHO GOT YOU SMILING LIKE THAT" to which the trio immediately scramble aka Rumi says she saw little turtles on her feed and sets Zoey off on a tangent bc they all know FULL WELL why Rumi's smiling. She probably drops out a little later to go do her own thing (code for texting you on the other side of the room)

And then 😭 you fucking arrive 😭 completely unaware of the stream going on, esp if you have earbuds on for music and stuff 😭. The lift doors open and out you pop, immediately making a beeline for Rumi at the kitchen section to say hi, to give her the bag of snacks you picked up on the way, to lean in so that you can--

"AAAAAAAH TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF--"

"I'M TRYING--"

You and Rumi immediately jump away from each other before the latter ducked down to hide behind the kitchen counter, taking you down with her.

"Shit," you hissed out quietly, "sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"No, no, it's okay," but Rumi winced at herself before continuing, "well, no, not really, but it's not your fault, okay? I probably should've told you we were doing a vlive. Plus this probably means that—" she raised her volume for the other two members "—WE SHOULD PROBABLY CHANGE THE COUCH FORMATION!"

"FINALLY! Thought it'd never turn off."

"BUT THE COUCH HAS SUCH A NICE VIEW!"

You stood back up, helping Rumi up in the process and wrapping your arms around her, "A nice view of me, apparently. Still, I probably screwed you guys over, didn't I?"

"What? Pshh, naaaah," Zoey waved it off haphazardly, "it's totally fine! I bet they didn't even notice and Bobby's not panicking whatsoever!"

Of course, it's followed by Rumi's ringtone, prompting her to pick it up—Bobby—and answer, "Heeeeey, Bobby, how's--"

"GIRLS, I'M PANICKING! EVERYONE SAW RUMI WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOW SOCIAL MEDIA IS ON FIRE WITH THEORIES ABOUT RUMI'S LOVE LIFE!" Bobby's very panicked screaming is then immediately snuffed out when he forces himself to stay calm, "It's okay. I'm okay. There's a reason you pay me 3% and I am going to PROVE--"

The call is immediately terminated with a beep when Mira, who you hadn't even realised had walked over to the kitchen island presses the merciful red 'end call' button, her other hand already making its way to grab at a snack in the plastic bag. "Anyway. Don't even worry about it. Best case scenario, they forget about it. Worst case scenario, they storm you and the internet for answers--"

"Not helping, Mira--"

"--but it's not the end of the world. You either just wait for it to blow over or own it," Mira opened the bag of crisps and took one in her mouth, "which I'd obviously say 'screw them' and own it anyway, but I know the fans can get a bit--"

"--wild?"

"--wild, crazy, all of the above." The tallest member moves back to her original spot on the couch, holding out the bag for Zoey to take some too, "Just let Bobby handle it—not like their face was shown clearly anyway. And if someone comes up too close to be weird about it, [Y/N]'s a boxer for a reason."

A small laugh left your lips as Rumi leaned back into your embrace and tilted her head to press a kiss on your face, further making herself comfortable, "I'd rather not have an assault charge on me."

"And I'd rather not have to visit them in jail," Rumi added.

"Hey, your loss."

Oh to make an entire twt AU about this.....unfortunately I'm lazy ay eff and will absolutely forget about it in like a day or two

I pray you have your socmed notifs off or else there's like an entire ONSLAUGHT of posts in every single postable platform. Kpop twt is on fire and even people outside of it are getting involved, there's like debates and fights like 'WHO JUST CAME INTO THE PENTHOUSE THAT'S NOT MANAGER-NIM👹👹👹👹" vs "let them live wtf yall crazy" and honestly it's really funny to read. Even Rumi finds it a little entertaining bc all this fuss just bc you walked into the frame and brought them snacks. Bobby and co. are trying their best but like. The devil works hard but the fandom works harder yk

And the THEORIES. Not just about what relationship you have w Rumi, but what you were gonna do before Mira and Zoey started screaming and who you even are in the first place. There's actual WARS happening about this, and fans are all on a scale from "omg happy for her" and "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US". This eventually reaches boxing twt somehow and it gets WORSE when they EVENTUALLY profile-match you LOL

Now YOU don't know peace either as you go outside. Suddenly ticket sales for when you're fighting TRIPLE bc everyone wants to see and bombard the mystery stranger with QUESTIONS about what your link with Rumi is. And before this, Rumi probably watched all your matches asw. Now she can't even do that bc of damage control 😓 and Zoey sends you pics of Rumi sulking during practice bc she's missing a match of yours thanks to the stream (that most likely has been clipped more than 20x now)

Eventually she'll end up getting so tired—especially if this is taking place post-demon reveal—of having to distance herself from you for a while thanks to the whole thing that at some point during a concert, imagine tone of their other songs has a segment like the Saki seat or smth

The arena had boomed with shrieks and cheers and HUNTR/X's music as they went through their setlist with deadly precision. Though you came to wonder why you were told to sit in this specific seat when before, you were often just given any other place to watch them from whenever they performed.

You weren't really given a lot of time to wonder, however, when the music gets to a certain part—one you knew required certain audience participation—but you simply cheered your girls on as your girlfriend made her way to--

Wait.

"Wh--"

You don't even get your words out before Rumi pulled you up, the spotlight pointedly following her just like the other two's line of sight, and pulled you in for a VERY public kiss.

"YES!" "Ugh, finally!"

But even their mid-song exclamations could only barely be heard at the deafening screams of the venue around you as the two of you are blatantly displayed on the jumbotron. Though it's not like you care, not at that particular moment, as you pull her closer to deepen the kiss.. before Rumi eventually pushes you back down on the chair lightly. The jumbotron shows your shared breathless state, along with the idol's unrepentant grin amongst slightly-smeared lipstick that stayed even as she jumped for the hoop that swept her away.

..Yeah, there was no denying anything anymore.

By god, you love this girl.

The internet implodes into itself after taht, with people showing recordings and clips of your public kiss. But honestly neither of you probably care atp 🤷‍♀️ at least you two can go out together and cling on each other without it being a huge question mark anymore. If anything she'll def own it—wearing your clothes and hoodies as she's spotted watching your matches and everything HAHAHA

[lucenra]

Triggered

𝓟airing ↳ Jinu X F!Reader

𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 .. reader thinks if she should forgive Jinu.

𝓦arnings .. no warnings !

𝓐uthor's note .. part 1 if u havent read , kinda short 😔

“Well…” you started hesitating. Your voice was barely audible over the soft buzz of the fluorescent lights above. You looked down at the bag of chips in your hand, then back up at him. “You say you’ve changed. But how do I know that? How do I trust anything that comes out of your mouth?”

Jinu stepped closer, careful not to invade your space. “I don’t expect you to trust me right away. Or even believe me. But I just— I need you to know that what I did… it haunts me every single day.”

You narrowed your eyes, unsure whether to scoff or cry. “Good. It should.”

He looked down, swallowing hard. “I know I messed up. I threw away something real. I was scared, immature, and stupid. But I’ve been working on myself, Y/N. I swear. Therapy, time off, reflecting— I’ve been trying to become someone better. Someone who deserves to be with you.”

You blinked, heart pounding. Part of you wanted to believe him. Another part wanted to scream.

“You don’t get to come back after a year and expect me to just… what? Forget everything and forgive you?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I don’t expect that. I just… I just hoped you’d let me try.”

Silence settled between you like thick fog. You turned away, pretending to scan the drinks fridge.

“I don’t know, Jinu,” you murmured. “You broke something in me. I had to teach myself how to be okay again without you.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “And I saw it. I saw you doing better. I saw you laughing again. I hated myself for not being the one who made you smile anymore. But I'm proud of you.”

You looked back at him. His eyes weren’t filled with charm or smugness like before. They were soft. Honest. Maybe for the first time in a long time.

You took a deep breath. “This doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you. Or letting you back into my life. But… maybe, just maybe… I’ll let you prove it.

His face lit up, just a little. Not with hope, but with gratitude.

“That’s all I ask,” he said.

You picked up the blue Takis and walked past him toward the register. Before stepping away, you paused and looked over your shoulder.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

But promises were easy. Keeping them was the hard part.

♡

As you made your way back to your place, you immediately broke down. Was that the right decision?

Whatever, it doesn't matter now. You made your choice. Everything happens for a reason, you think to yourself.

You grabbed your phone and searched his contact. Seeing his name and info, you hesitated to press the unblock button.

Fuck it, you unblocked him. Where's the harm in that? Maybe he really had changed.

You sighed and stood up, tossing all your belongings on your couch. You went to the kitchen and just stood there, sighing again, putting your head in your hands. Silent.

A few minutes later your phone started ringing. You rushed back to the couch, hoping it was one of your best friends. No, it was Jinu.

You paused before you answered.

"Hello?" You heard his voice on the other line.

You pursed your lips. "Hey, Jinu." You didn't know those two words made him fold instantly. The way you said his name, he loved it.

You heard him take a deep breath before responding to you. "How are you?" he asked, like you two hadn't just talked 30 minutes ago.

"Jinu, we just saw each other and—"

"I know, I know," he cut you off, "I just wanted to talk to you again, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You sighed. Silence followed. The only thing you heard was the fan in his room. You started biting your nails— a nervous habit.

Finally, he spoke. "Well, I'm sorry for bothering you. It's late, and you should be sleeping soon. Goodnight, Y/N."

"You didn't bother me, don't worry. But, goodnight Jinu, sleep well." He smiled when he heard you say that.

"I'll text you in the morning, is that okay with you?" He asked,

"... Sure." After that was said, he hung up. You rested your head on your knees, then smiled.

Same for Jinu, he couldn't stop smiling. When he was brushing his teeth, he was cheesing, picking out his pjs, he was cheesing, looking up at the ceiling, he was still cheesing. His cheeks started hurting so much, and he couldn't wait for the morning.

[myjjongie]

THREE .ᐟ ── my little tsundere

SYNOPSIS: another casual grueling day at your job lands you to reunite with jake sim—your hallway crush who moved away in high school. not wanting to hope for more from the chance encounter, you end up being paired with jake for a semester-long project. knowing deep down things will never happen, your only goal is to be friends with jake. while on the other hand, you haven't left jake's mind since he moved away.

word count; 611

“hi welcome in!” you chimed hearing the opening of the cafe door.

too busy dealing with something at the register, you didn’t look up to correctly greet the customer. you could faintly hear low mumbling from the customer—sounding as if they didn’t know what to get. finishing up the minor task at hand, you raised your head to truly greet the customer.

yet not the usual “did you need some help” or anything of the sort came out. in truth you were shocked. the person standing at the counter was familiar, like you had seen his face somewhere before.

then it hit you, you know this face. you’ve come to find yourself staring at him in the hallways, across the cafeteria hall, and even in your classroom.

it was jake sim.

but what was he doing here? you haven’t seen or heard of him since your second year of high school. before you could even think, you were already speaking.

“jake?!” your voice came off surprised.

“yeah?” he let out that soft laugh you always adored hearing.

“what are you doing here? haven’t seen you since high school.” you could feel yourself stiffen from awkwardness. unsure of how to go about the convo.

“i just moved back from australia for the new term.”

“oh! so you went to australia! that’s so cool!” as you kept speaking you felt your voice get higher.

jake let out a small laugh, finding your reaction cute as well as amusing. yet too you, you felt like you wanted to die right then and there.

“so what did you wanna get?” letting out a awkward laugh, trembling hands finding its way to the register screen.

“i was trying to see what drink is sweetest. but honestly i might just get my friend whatever, he didn’t specify. you know?”

you awkwardly laughed once more. “no yeah! totally get that! if anything i recommend the strawberry and banana float!” at this point you felt like you were saying whatever. hoping it would end the interaction sooner than later.

“yeah that sounds pretty good. i’ll get that then! and can you add on three iced americanos?” once jake confirmed his order he pulled out his card to pay.

“of course! okay so your total is twenty seventy-five.” retrieving his card to help finish off the payment.

“wait the americanos were four bucks?” jake was surprised by the insane price difference.

“yeah. one of the reasons i like working here. the coffee is so much more affordable.” you let off a quiet laugh turning around to get started on his drinks.

once facing the espresso bar did you truly want to just smack your head against it. through out the whole conversation you felt like one big idiot. did jake even remember you? you never gave him your name, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give it to him now.

you soon finished the four drinks in the span of 3 minutes when it would’ve taken you twice as long, or if not even more. in truth you really wanted jake out of the cafe, feeling far too embarrassed to try and keep up the casual conversation.

“okay here you go!” forcing out a customer service smile.

“wow that was really quick!” jake felt truly impressed by your quick work.

“haha. yeah. well see you around.” you faintly smiled toward jake, hoping he’d let this be it—allowing you to wallow in embarrassment.

“thank you again! i’ll see you around!” jake beamed a smile you oddly seemed to miss.

as jake turned away to leave, you immediately ducked behind the espresso bar. mentally cursing at yourself in the process.

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[museaux]

Folded - Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader

warnings: 18+, violence, break-up, reader goes back to pope, possessiveness, toxic relationship, light smut/implied smut

wc: 2.7k

author’s note: hi guys! so this is a fic inspired by kehlani’s newest single folded (which you can listen to here). i have played this song OUT and could not get this idea out of my head. i strongly suggest you listen to the song for the second half of the fic written in y/n’s pov. anyway, enough from me, happy reading!

p.s.: for my anime girlies, i will be making a version of this with toji fushiguro (screaming without the ‘s’ already omg)

divider by: cafekitsune

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

With a huff, y/n hopped out of Andrew’s truck and slammed the door behind her. This is it. She mumbled to herself as she stalked to her front door. Just as a hand reached to fish for her keys, his isolated voice called out from his position in the driver’s seat. 

“Wait.” Against her better judgment, y/n’s hand paused its rummaging. After a moment, she was moving again, slower this time, the slam of the driver’s side door causing her to let out a breath. Growing anxious, she glanced back as she thumbed through her bag. Great day to pick the world’s biggest purse, she thought. He was on her in an instant, standing close as always, his presence dark, breath warming her neck. Personal space was non-existent with him, and it was something she had grown accustomed to. Tonight, though, it was different. Stifling. Like he was intending to actually trap her. Hands finally landing on her keys, she unblocked the door and took a step inside. “What?” she huffed, turning around, trying to sound unbothered. 

Taking in a sharp breath of his own, Andrew stood in the doorway, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t very good at relationships; his mother had made sure of that. Still, he knew that he needed to smooth things over. As a Cody, Andrew wasn’t brought up to prioritize relationships outside of his family. He had difficulty with nearly every aspect of life outside of them. However, over the past 6 months, he had been leaning into a secret semblance of normalcy with y/n, a barista he had come to know. She worked at the coffee shop not too far from his house, and for whatever reason, she had given him her number. 

Maybe that made her just as unstable as him; he couldn’t quite tell. She was upset at his testy (at best) temper. He had hauled off and punched her friend square in the face because of what he thought was happening. 

— flashback —

Her friend, Tyler, was apparently someone she had grown up with back in her hometown. She was having dinner with him, something she had forgotten to mention to Andrew just hours before, as she watched him skate and he watched her eat ice cream. He had tried to call her multiple times after their mid-morning hangout to no avail. Against his better judgment, he checked the location she had shared with him recently, where she was pinged at a fancy local restaurant. 

He didn’t really understand the anger that had flown through him when he saw her seated and smiling from ear to ear across the table from a handsome man he didn’t know. One thing led to another, and there he was, standing in front of the man and introducing his face to his fist. For a brief moment, he froze, looking at what he had done. y/n’s loud gasp and Tyler’s now red face caused him to detach almost as if it wasn’t him that had just disrupted their diner. But then his hand twitched. Y/N shoved him, eyes wild with shock and anger. He had indeed punched the guy and, without thinking, grabbed her and left the restaurant. In the parking lot, he had made her get in his truck and drove her home, her friend left bleeding on the nice white table and the meal that was set before them. 

The pair argued the whole ride to her place, or rather, she yelled at him as he drove rigidly. She had told him this was it for her; she couldn’t deal with him being so secretive and overprotective without reason. 

— present —

He knew he had messed up, and now here he was, speechless, standing in her doorway as her hands found their way to her supple hips, a distant and angry look in her deep [your eye color] eyes. Yet again, before he knew it, he had made the worst choice possible by asking: “What’s wrong? You’re not talking. You were just yelling, and now you’re not—” 

“Please tell me you did not just ask me that, Andrew,” she cut him off with a dry laugh, head tilting back, whispering ‘Oh my God’ under her breath. Distracted by her movements, Andrew couldn’t help but take note of the way her exposed neck shimmered with specks of glitter from the sweet-smelling cocoa butter moisturizer she always used. The chocolatey smell reminded him of a bakery and complemented her brown skin beautifully. He was enamoured by the stretch of her neck in the soft light of the street lamps and entryway. The soft skin pulled tight as her throat moved stiffly. He couldn’t help but wish her laugh was more genuine, like that time he had tripped over himself, picking her up for their first real date. He had forgotten to open her door. Upon remembering, he clumsily rushed to the passenger side to help her in. That time her laugh was like a coat of honey over his ears, sticky and sweet. Ever the observer, Andrew loved the little things about her. He liked the way it made him feel, making her laugh and being in her presence. 

Now, however, she stood in front of him exhausted and looking down, whispering, “Go home, Andrew. I can’t do this. We’re done.” 

“What?” he blinked. 

“We. Are. Done. Is that enough talking for you, or do I have to spell it out? I need space, please.” She had felt terrible as the words spilled out of her mouth, but she couldn’t find any other way to say it. His overbearingness was too much for her. They hadn’t even put a label on whatever was going on between them. He had no right to pop up and ruin her evening. He wouldn’t let her in, and in the same breath, infiltrated her space. Constantly. She was done. 

Mouth agape as though he would say something, Andrew slowly backed up and down the few steps that led up to y/n’s door. His eyes had glazed over as he looked at her, saying nothing but feeling everything. This is how it always goes. He thought to himself. Another woman he had scared away by being his off-putting self. Another victim of his inability to exist outside of Smurf’s control. He hated himself for his actions and even more so now that they had driven away what was becoming the only good thing about him.

— three weeks later, your pov —

Staring at the ceiling, I watched the fan spin round and round for God knows how long. My mind was cloudy as I went over my last conversation with Andrew—the one where I decided to call it quits. It was weeks ago now, but it feels like just hours since he punched Tyler and drove me home, where I put a full stop to his possessive behavior. 

Looking back, I realize I may have been harsh, but in the moment, there was no other way to say it—I needed him to fall back. To leave, so I could actually think. 

He’d only called once—the very next day at lunchtime—but I didn’t answer. I watched the phone ring, and when it stopped, I turned it off. It hurt to do that, really, but if I hadn’t put a stop to things then, who knows what could’ve happened? More apologizing to friends he had gone and punched in the face? Something worse?

Regardless, I can’t help but miss him like crazy. He’s the kind of person who grows on you, but once he does, he sticks to you, and you don’t mind because he can be really sweet and careful, loving, and kind. In the months we had come to know each other, I found myself falling for him hard. Maybe that’s why I had dismissed early signs of his possessive nature. Of his inability to engage socially the way I had been used to with my partners. He was different, to say the least, but that’s what drew me to him. It started off with me thinking he just needed a hug and someone to talk to, but of course, as fate would have it, it turned into something more quicker than anticipated. 

Who am I kidding? Crazy, guarded, and possessive or not—I just might love the guy.

“It’s so silly of me to act like I don’t need you bad, when all, all I can think about is us since I seen you last.” 

A ping from my dryer brought me back to reality. I got up and opened the single drawer of my nightstand that held a few pairs of boxers, t-shirts and a pair of jeans. I tossed them into a nearby laundry basket and marched to the dryer, where I found two more of Andrew’s shirts and a pair of underwear mixed in with mine. Making my way back to the living room, I placed the basket on the coffee table, skewing the small stack of books he had meticulously arranged on the table’s center when he found out I liked mystery books. After a while of more idle staring, I decided I would neatly fold his remaining clothing items and give him a call (to come pick up his clothes, of course). 

“I know I didn’t have to walk away. All I had to do was ask for space. I’m telling you, be on your way, when I told you to fall back.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Am I crazy? My finger hovered over his contact. 

I just told him I needed space, and he’s given me that. Is it right to just…call him back like this? 

Emotions are clearly a difficult thing for Andrew to process. I miss him, but do I really want to let him back into my life? Fuck.

Question after question raced through my mind. What do you do when you fall for someone but need to put yourself first? How do you justify reopening a door that should probably stay closed? It’s not like we ever put a name to what we had going on, it was nothing serious—or was it? 

Another sigh. Whatever, just one call, tell him to pick up his shit, hand it to him and close the door. That can’t hurt…right? 

As I pressed call and brought the phone up to my ear, the line rang once before Andrew’s voice washed over me, and my rational self flew out the window. 

“Hello? y/n?” his stutter over my name made me blush. He sounded surprised. 

“Um, h-hi, Andrew.” Here I was, just as nervous.

“Hi.” There was silence as my head found its way into my free hand. 

Taking a deep breath, I got right to the point. “Yeah, um, can you come pick up your clothes? They were in my laundry and in that drawer you use, and I just—I have them folded. So, you can come pick ‘em up.” I  sighed, fumbling over my words, and hung up before he could respond. No matter what he does, he’s left a mark. I mean, he’s in my laundry, my kitchen, my bathroom…my bedroom. 

“Meet me at the door while it’s still open. I know it’s getting cold out, but it’s not frozen. So come pick up your clothes, I have them folded.”

It was as if mere seconds passed before a heavy knock sounded at my front door. I jumped, startled by the sound, and upon realizing it was Andrew, my mouth grew dry and my heart rate began to quicken. I took a quick look in the mirror and fluffed my fro out where it had molded to my head from lying down earlier, and gave myself a once-over. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just a pair of shorts and a cropped graphic tee. I tried to steady myself, but had the wind nearly knocked out of me as I opened the door. His hair had grown out, and it was curlier than I remember. It suited him very well. He was dressed as simply as I was: a black shirt, dark-wash jeans that hugged his thighs just right. plain shoes. That was his style, though, simple yet clearly effective. 

My eyes met his steely green ones, and I was gone. Everything I had planned to say, how cold I had intended to act; it all went out the window as he stood before me. 

“Andrew.” I breathed.

“I, um, I came to get my stuff. Like you said.”

He was just as nervous as I was. His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck as he looked around. Wordlessly, I stepped aside. As he walked past me and into my living room, my hand, for the briefest of seconds, brushed against the hem of his shirt. I closed my eyes and inhaled. He didn’t smell like anything, but that is what made him smell like him. My Andrew. Clean and bare. I always liked how he smelled after spending the night; the way my perfumes and butters clung to his skin was heavenly and unique, mixed with his own nothingness and sweat. 

“So…” he trailed off. I could feel his fiery gaze all over as I turned to close and lock the door behind him. I greatly underestimated how his being here in the flesh would affect me. As his eyes roamed over me, I could feel heat pooling deep in my belly. When I spoke next, his eyes flicked up to meet mine. 

“Yeah, I folded your clothes. They’re right here.” With a tight smile, I brushed past him and went to the coffee table that had his clothes neatly folded on top of it. 

My body temperature was steadily on the rise the longer I was in his presence. I hadn’t felt like this in years. My body began to ache as I felt him move closer and closer until he stood directly behind me. 

When he spoke, I shivered and let out a shaky breath. 

“Sorry,” he breathed, his head moving from my right ear to my left. And this, y/n, is why we do laundry on time. 

“F-for what?” I stuttered. 

“For punching that guy…Tyler. Sorry.” 

I let out a slight chuckle at how he’d said his name. At this point, I was taken aback by his apology and his closeness. When I turned to face him, clothes still waiting on the table, I could’ve fallen to my knees at the look in his eyes. Right now, I don’t need his apology or empty promises. All I needed was his closeness. The feeling of his hot breath on my face and neck, his gaze that made me feel like I was the only other person in the world. 

“I don’t need no morе empty promises, promise mе that you got it. I don’t need roses, just need some flowers from my garden.”

What little resolve I had left was quickly dissipating as I looked up at him. I stood still, save for the subtle clenching of my thighs around nothing. The ball was in his court now, I was putty in his hands, and I don’t even think he knew.   

“I’ll let your body decide if this is good enough for you. Already folding it for you. Already folding up for you.”

I could tell by the tension that had begun to settle between his brows that his mind was racing about what to do next, but I remained patient. I left just enough distance between us for him to bail if he needed to. His eyes locked on mine, and I could feel the mutual longing radiating off of him as he seemed to stop breathing for a moment. Out of instinct, my breath caught as well, and I realized just how badly I wanted him to stay. 

“Y-your clothes…” My voice was just above a whisper as it cracked. Before I could move, Andrew’s hands held the sides of my face gently, more gently than he had ever touched me before. 

“Yeah, my clothes.” By now, our double meanings were obvious, and his mouth found mine in a kiss that swept me off my feet. 

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe 2 Colors - Ep. 8

I'm watching the second season of Pit Babe on mute with no subtitles and double-speed just like I did the first season, but as much as the plot is plotting, I keep getting distracted by these damn scooters! I looked at the companies sponsoring this show, and not one of them is a scooter company, so is this an actual racing thing and people get to their cars via scooter?!

I'm looking like Christopher Waymond just annoyed as hell every time one of these men scoots on in because I need to know why they are there, and if it's plot relevant (but why would scooters be plot relevant?).

However, even though I don't know why the scooters are here (or why the bar from season one isn't), I do know the colors mean things, and the brain scans in the lab are getting redder instead of bluer, which can only mean bad stuff is happening with Charles.

It also means that the experiment did not work on Peter either since he went from blue to red.

Basically, whatever the plan was isn't going well now, and even though Jeffery seems okay in his blue compared to the last episode where he was in a hospital bed,

Shit ain't looking too good for Alan. He has worn red too many times, and if the experiments keep failing, I think Alan's time is going to be up sooner rather than later.

And I think Vegas' Hedgehog is going to be part of the reason Alan is going to be put in danger because even though my Slut for Christ has the blue wrapped around his neck (and hopefully choking him until he becomes good again!)

He drank from the red cup AGAIN!

Southwest Airlines, you better get your boy in check before he gets wrecked. *squinting* Are you wearing red too? No. No? No.

But something is up with Southwest Airlines, and that something is being a prisoner of love since he was behind bars in the (not season one) bar.

Dean was having a completely different experience in that bar right next to him as he wasn't behind bars, but that doesn't mean he wasn't experiencing something (with the top of his head being fuzzy).

Dean started this season by getting shot, being thrown off a bridge, and showing up at Alan's house in the shadow of the night, and he continues to linger in the darkness periodically throughout the season. Everyone else gets light, but he doesn't.

Like in this shot, he is completely blacked out even though he is standing right next to Southwest Airlines on the right, so my question is "did he die?" We saw William get beat within an inch of his life, then get experimented on, and William was also always in the darkness compared to Barbie, so could Dean have had a similar experience?

On the note of people who should be dead, I think this is actually Waymond, and not Christopher Waymond because there are no glasses, but I do not understand why he is with Kentana. This didn't seem like a dream, but I really don't understand what it is.

Which only added to the oddness of Peter and Kentana fading out right in front of each other while discussing this. It's as if the narrative was stating that they are no longer part of each other's lives.

They really aren't seeing each other as they are now, but more like ghosts of their past lives.

And the narrative has continuously shown that there is a barrier between them throughout the season, so was this the episode to solidify that they are finally removing themselves from each other's life?

Because, at times, Peter has served as the barrier between Kimberly and Kentana being the perfectly balanced Light x Dark Duo because he tends to stand between them.

But now that Kimberly has made himself clear with a kiss (THAT'S MY BOY!), there is literally nothing standing between them anymore since Kimberly did not leave room for Jesus or Peter during that kiss.

And Kentana returned the favor by holding Kimberly close during their break-in. Peter is no longer between them. Peter and Kentana are fading out of each other's lives. My Dark x Light Duo can finally be together!!!!

FUCK!

I knew Kentana was going to get snatched because the Jeffrey/Charles' vision showed Kentana being experimented on, but the red in that warehouse was so alarming that I couldn't ignore the danger the boys were in.

Just like I couldn't ignore how crazy Peter is being! I did not realize that the place Peter was going in the first episode was Waymundo's place! I thought Peter had pictures of Waymundo in his large bedroom or something, but no . . . . Peter has a key to Waymundo's apartment?!

There might be blue flowers on that table and blue lights coming through the window to let me know everyone in this room is good, but Peter is not good, you know? Like . . . he needs therapy!

And he needs therapy because I think he is slipping up with Christopher Waymond instead of being more aware. For example, Peter is using his powers on Christopher, yes.

But I think Christopher is using powers as well because either Peter has seen that Christopher has searched his computer at home and is okay with it or Peter is just blinded, and not just by love. I think Christopher actually has a power to block people's powers in a way that makes them blind to the truth.

However, I thought William's power was going to be amplifying others' powers, but the people in my tags were right, and he can do funky stuff with time. Congratulations to the folks who were correct!

And Charles, with Jeffrey's power, not only saw his future of being snatched by William, but he also saw William messing with time. Yet it was strange that he saw it happening slowly in the house instead of his visions playing out quickly the way Jeffrey's usually do with flashes. Perhaps Charles' other powers are interacting with his new power in a way that changes the powers.

Because he didn't see Barbie getting taken down by William (who was looking awfully creepy). He only saw William approaching him in the house, so maybe Charles' powers evolved to show William thinking about kidnapping Charles but not the act itself. Or are Charles and William linked somehow?

Regardless of whatever is happening here, Blue Boy Charles is lying to Black Brooder Barbie. He has to know more than he is telling everyone. I dealt with his looks enough last season to know when this mfer is up to something.

So does he know Alan is in danger? Does he know Dean is dead? Does he know Sonic is a whole ass problem? Does he know Kimberly and Kentana are getting married in the spring? What.Does.He.Know?!

[lore-grandma]

You know I can’t imagine that Nero is stronger than Dante and Vergil. And that can be because he lacks experience, especially when fights Vergil. I like to think that Vergil was going easy on Nero because for once he just wanted to be properly connected to his family. Not carrying a broken legacy, but actually a family.

Listen I’m sure Vergil and Dante will fight over whatever they’re fighting over forever. Honestly I’m sure they’re kinda losing track of why they’re fighting.

But Nero doesn’t have anything to do with the whole family situation. Sure he was raised to praise sparda as a god. But like that’s not the same as living with the spardas. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was, but does Nero know anything about the death of Vergil and Dante’s mother? Sure he may have a vague idea at best. But he was not there when Dante was wondering figuring out what to do with his life. He was not there when Vergil was piecing together his father’s past.

(Side note but in an alternate universe where Vergil was in Nero’s life (we don’t know what happened to Nero’s mom, we can only assume she’s dead), would Mundas have had Trish or some random demon take care of the child, because recently brainwashed Vergil had a child with him? Like I can’t imagine Mundas wouldn’t see value in Nero, but there’s only so much you can do with a baby, and it’s not like he has the fighting experience. I don’t think Mundas is kind enough to take care of the child himself, and if he did he’d totally use Nero as a shield.

And listen I understand the lore reason why V would be taking care of Nero because he’s the one with the humanity. But like imagine urizen with Nero (he’s like 22 now, right?) and being like “I don’t really know why I’m taking care of this thing, I know it’s hypocritical of me, but like… idk.” Anyways I know that would never happen, because I think Nero would still be like “I think I would prefer to have my dad back.” But like when you have like one person constantly pursuing power and that’s the only thing you’ve been taught, I can totally see Nero choosing the demon side. But it’s fun to imagine, plus we already got Nero and V dad moments (even though it’s not really father son vibes)

I do wonder how different of priorities Vergil would have if he was being a single dad with Nero. I also kinda wonder when Vergil would have had Nero. Objectively it makes sense that after the events from Dmc 1, Vergil was freed and continued to learn all he could about sparda. Which is why he would have been in fortuna, (I vaguely remember Vergil being more burley than he was in 3, also the whole hood thing. Also Nero isn’t that old, there’s a fairly large gap in between some of these games) so Vergil would have to change his priorities soon. At least if Vergil was young then he would have been, “well shit I can’t just leave my spawn behind or else I’d be no better than my mom.” And maybe Vergil 4 would have done a similar thing but I would imagine that Vergil would believe that Nero would be safer being an orphan than being around him. I can imagine in the hypothetical scenario where Vergil had Nero earlier and the gaps in between games were shorter, that Vergil wouldn’t have brought Nero with his battle with Dante. Because sure Vergil is likely confident enough to not get hit by a low level demon, but that’s his brother, he is his equal. Anyways fun idea for Vergil to throw Nero to Dante before he falls into hell and loses his battle with Mundas. (I guess I can see Vergil bringing Nero with him during his second fight in 3 because he successfully defeated his brother the first time, he can do it again.) dick move for him to leave his child behind in favor in connecting to his demon half though. “Why are you handing me this? Is- IS THAT A CHILD?! GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE IM NOT RAISING YOUR KID BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE LIKE DAD.” I can imagine this is how Dante reacted in this hypothetical.)

[h0pebloomedfromtheabyss]

giyuu's idealism and moral compass because my brain will explode if they continues to get ignored (part 1/2)

part one: the standards he holds himself and others to as a pillar.

i) self control and emotional resilience

"do not forget kocho, we are hashira" giyuu criticizes shinobu for being too gentle on yae claiming that they are pillars, meaning that he believes that pillars shouldn't be vulnerable or allow emotions to determine their actions. this predominantly stems from his need to be logical since impulsivity leads to trouble but his past also plays a significant role. emotions were what made giyuu weak for so long. his depression hindered him for years after losing his loved ones so much that he couldn't function. this most definitely is the reason behind his excessively stoic demeanor.

this makes his criticism towards tanjiro for being sensitive more meaningful considering how he wanted him to become the next water pillar. giyuu believed that emotions are a weakness and that a pillar should be capable of controlling them. tanjiro not only wears his heart on his sleeve but he sympathizes with demons too which giyuu dislikes. how could he possibly be someone worthy of being a pillar?

ii) responsibility and protecting people

"whatever happens my core will not waver. we hashira are stronger than everyone else. we are the pillars that support the demon slayers. that is why we must never forget for whom we swing our swords and whom we protect. we can only be hashira because we have someone to be strong for" note that this was when he stopped contemplating whether sparing nezuko was a good idea or not so he was keeping the kamados in mind while reciting that. when he was saying "we can only be hashira because we have someone to be strong for" by someone, he was referring to the kids he helped out and how he sees it as nothing more than a responsibility of his to protect them (your honor. tanjiro and nezuko are his siblings) which is why he stood up for them. giyuu understands what being a pillar truly is about. he became a demon slayer not out of hatred but solely to protect people. his survivor's guilt also influences his mentality due to failing to "protect" his sister and best friend. this shows how despite acting all apathetic, he cares. he really does. the gaiden perfectly proves that.

even though he just told yae a few words and walked away, he still managed to comfort her because he knows that her father's last words (despite being short) will help her out in the long run. giyuu isn't another plain quiet guy, he'll aid others when he feels that they need it. his sentences are short but their impact on others lasts long.

so what can we conclude from this? giyuu has a few core principles which he strictly follows so much, he's willing to practically do anything, even defy authority, if it means that he can abide to them (as seen in the manga) you can even argue that even his guilt is rooted in his ideologies. he refused to consider himself as a pillar even though according to the rules he did pass the selection because it wasn't fair in his own eyes. he ideates suicide and thinks that his death would be a good thing because as he sees it, he robbed his loved ones of their lives. let's return to this panel again.

he doesn't simply say "all demons are bad" but rather "demons who eat humans are bad" meaning that what he detests is living off of the lives of innocent people. this is how giyuu separates good from bad. additionally, this is also the reason he hates himself and believes that he deserves to die because in his eyes, he robbed of them of their lives by living off of their sacrifice and therefore, failing his own ideologies. his guilt and misery are nothing more than punishment which he fully believes that he deserves...

giyuu's idealism (not in a philosophical sense) is an important aspect to his character along with his moral compass (which I will discuss in part two) these parts of him feels so criminally ignored especially considering how his perfectionism is present regardless of what universe he's in. this is the guy who canonically has beef with the board of education and the PTA in another au because of how harsh he and his expectations are on his students.

[part two will be published either today or tmr because it would be really unorganized if I crammed too much into one post]

[lostinlovingrevery]

Stay in My Corner

Chapter 2 - Stay, Go

Logan Howlett X F! Reader

You and Logan discuss his next move

A/N: I was planning to upload a chapter once a week but lets have two chapters this week <3 also a little short but sweet.

Warnings: Fluff, first kisses, implied sexy time at the end ;)

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Back When

“Are you feeling better?” 

Logan nodded, handing you a root beer. He sat down next to you with a groan. “Been fine.”

“Sure, after nearly dying on top of the Statue of Liberty. Totally fine.” 

“Mm. I’ve had worse happen.” He sips his own root beer casually, then looked at you. You smiled at him. 

“You should be more careful.” 

“I always am.” 

“You- a man with metal bones, literally threw yourself at a guy who controls metal. That doesn’t scream caution.” 

“I ended up fine didn’t I?” He looks at you, a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Thanks to you.” 

You tilted your head, shooting him a look. “Yeah okay, maybe, it doesn’t mean you should go throwing yourself in harms way. ” 

He doesn’t respond, just looks away at the wall as he sips his drink again. You observed his face, noticing the crease in his brows, the frown set on his lips. Eyes focused but not on the bookshelf- somewhere else in his mind. 

“Is there something on your mind Logan?” You asked, placing your hand over his. He seemed to jump out of his thoughts, eyes glancing down to where your hands touched, then met your concerned gaze. 

He sighed, looking away. A heartbeat passed, then he looked at you again, his gaze falling back down to your hand. “While I was out I was having these…Flashes, memories..I think Charles may have unlocked something when he was prying around in my head.”

You listened, turning your body to face him on the couch, resting your head on the back cushion and squeezing his hand. “What was it?” 

“I don’t know.” He says. “I think it’s got something to do with what happened all those years ago. a lake. Lake Akali, up North.” 

“Are you thinking about going?” You ask. 

“Yeah. I…I need to find out what happened.” He looks back up at you. “Felt like I’ve been stuck all this time.” 

You nodded. “You should go.” Your thumb brushed over his knuckles gently, and you could see the small hitch in his breath from your touch. “You need to know. It’ll bring you some peace.” 

“Yeah….” 

His hand turned, taking yours in it. You noted how warm it felt- how yours seemed to fit in his perfectly. The way he was admiring the union told you that he must feel the same way. 

Since Logan has been here, there was an undeniable attraction between you both- something magnetic, constantly bringing you side to side no matter where you were. Shared glances, flirting that made Scott gag, and a constant need to find some way to touch the other. The entire team noticed. Jean has chatised you for your taste in men, Ororo has pushed you to pursue it further, and Charles merely winked at you- which was extremely cryptic but you accepted that as his support. 

“Would you come back?” You broke the silence. While you would support him in whatever he wanted to do- you merely were just getting to know each other, and there was no reason for him to come back. The mansion, the X-men, were just a strange experience of his apparently long life. He didn’t want to stay before and even though you all went through the same fight; you’re not sure if he’s changed his mind.  

He glanced up at you, and a faint smirk growing on his face. 

“Would you want me to?”

Your heart fluttered. You could have countered with something witty, something flirty, the way you’ve been- tip toe around the feelings. This time, you felt actions would be better than words. 

You took your hand from his, bringing it up to his jaw. You leaned forward to press your lips to his, gentle- giving him room to pull away but he only deepened the kiss. He leaned forward, one hand now climbing into your hair, urging you closer as the other rested on your thigh. You felt him squeeze it.

Mirth escaped you and he only smiled into the kiss in response. 

“Does that answer your question?” You parted from his lips. He hums in response. 

“Yeah- but now…”

“What?” You asked in concern. 

“Now, I don’t know if I could leave this.” He murmurs into your lips, nose bumping into yours, his hand was sliding up your thigh. Another small laugh escapes you. 

You could ask him to just stay- but you’ve seen the pain in his eyes, he was lost, he’d never be able to move on if he didn’t find out what happened to him 15 years ago. He hasn’t been able to move on, in an endless loop of cage fighting, drinking, and living in motels and a shitty camper- which was destroyed anyway. 

You liked Logan, a lot. This could get complicated, but you wanted to support him. 

“Stay for one more night then.” Your hands climbed into his hair. You pressed another kiss to his lips. “Go in the morning- take one of the cars. But-” You pulled away, hand coming down to grip his chin between your thumb and forefinger, “You have to promise, once you go there and find what you’re looking for, you come back. Got it?” 

He smiled. “Yeah, sweetheart, got it.” 

You didn't know he already decided that he was going to come back to you no matter what.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pushing you down on the couch as his hand trailed up your shirt and he slots himself between your thighs. A lingering thought in the back of his mind- something he doesn’t voice, not for a long time anyway. 

Maybe you are what I’m looking for.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Van having an accident or using her padding while regressed super young and Mel tries to help her out like how cg Van always helps Mel.

Little!Van - Gentle words

I wasn’t sure if you wanted little or cg Mel, so I did cg Mel. Also I got intensely sidetracked by Van’s rsd for some reason. So, sorry. Also i somehow made this so ooc for both of them and I kinda hate it, I’m sorry.

Notes -> little!mel, cg!van, safe and sound agere au, pull-ups, accidents, rejection sensitive dysphoria

Word count: 1052

“Nat hates me,”

The sniffled whine had Mel lifting her cap from where it had been resting over her eyes so she could peer through the blaring rays of the setting sun to spy where the voice was coming from. She cringed internally when she saw a tear faced Van approaching, knowing whatever had triggered the upset would be harder to soothe since Tai would be out until after dinner.

Van was somewhat awkwardly stomping her way up the yard, frazzled red hair blending in with the sun behind her. As she got closer, mere steps away from where Mel was sitting on a deck chair ‘supervising’, a damp stain on the inside of Van’s cargo shorts became clear. “Why do you think Nat hates you, buddy?” Mel asked carefully.

Van sniffled, wiping a hand ungracefully across her face to rid the skin of snot and tears. “She said,” she huffed, taking in a deep breath like Tai always told her, shoulders sagging as she exhaled. “She said I had to never play with them ever again because I’m a dumb baby.” Mel tilted her head to the side at this, not understanding how the usually very mild mannered Nat would ever say that, and to Van of all people.

Mel frowned, standing up and moving to comfort Van. The redhead sunk into her arms, sniffling as Mel rubbed her palm in firm circles across her back. She held back from mentioning the accident just yet, worried she’d only upset Van more, “Did she say it just like that?” Van nodded urgently, pulling away from Mel and shooting her a horrified look at the thought Mel didn’t unwaveringly believe her.

“Yeah,” she whined indignantly.

“Ok, ok,” Mel cooed softly - noticing how Van was tugging at the inside of her shorts which were no doubt uncomfortable against her thighs. “Why don’t we go inside and get you cleaned up then we can figure out what happened.” Van’s gaze dropped, heat flooding to her cheeks before she nodded roughly. Mel offered out a hand and Van took it gratefully. They headed straight to the bathroom, missing everyone inside from seeing them in a way Mel was quite practiced at.

Van was still a little teary, and squirming uncomfortably now the dampness had no doubt started to itch. “Bath or shower?” Mel offered, helping Van out of her shorts. Van thought for a moment.

“Bath? Will you play with me?” Mel glanced at her watch, seeing how close it was to dinner time which meant pretty soon she would have to start helping Lottie get everyone inside. Still - Van’s puppy dog eyes and the splotchy red patches on her cheeks from where she’d been crying won out.

“Ok, only for ten minutes though, then we have to go get the others in for dinner.” Van pouted at this, crossing her arms.

“They’re all meanies anyway.”

Mel sighed, beginning to run the bath. “Why do you say that bear?”

“Becuase they said I’m a dumb baby who couldn’t play with them.”

“Nat?”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t sound like something Nat would say,” Mel tried to be as gentle as she could - needing to keep Van comfortable while she got cleaned up.

Van shrugged, stepping into the bath water. “Well maybe she didn’t say exactly that,” she huffed, swirling her hand back and forth through the water. “But that’s what she meant.”

“So what did she say?” Van’s face heated up once again as she looked down at the bath bubbles, hair dropping to curtain her face.

“Not sure,” she mumbled. “That I had to go see you.”

Mel nodded, handing Van her dinosaur washcloth. “Because you had an accident?” Van nodded, taking the washcloth and cleaning up. “So do you think Nat was trying to help you feel better and not telling you that you couldn’t play?”

Van shrugged at this. “Guess so.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t feel like that kiddo.”

They got Van cleaned up and as promised Mel indulged Van’s splashing and stories with the bath toys for ten minutes before convincing her to get out.

Once they were in Van’s room, the little seemed a little quieter, the excitement of bath time having worn off. “You doing alright there kid?” Mel asked, turning from the wall to check on Van who’d been changing into her pull-up and pajamas for longer than strictly necessary.

Van nodded, quickly swiping away a stray tear from her cheek and dropping down to sit on the edge of her bed. “Mel?”

“Yeah bear?”

“Do you think I’m a dumb baby?” Mel sighed, sitting beside Van on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t think that at all.”

Van slumped against Mel’s side, fiddling with the hem of her teenage mutant ninja turtles pajama shirt. “You think you’re a dumb baby when you have accidents.” Mel stiffened, stumped for a moment.

“I…” she sighed. “Well I don’t mean it, I just get upset sometimes, yeah?” Van nodded in understanding. “Like sometimes when you get upset you say things you don’t mean too. Do you think maybe you felt like Nat was being mean to you before because you were feeling upset?”

“Oh…” Van murmured, “yeah.” Mel nodded,

“We’re you maybe just feeling a bit mean to yourself?”

Van nodded, deep in thought. “Maybe it made me feel like Natty was mean ‘cause I felt-ed mean at Van?”

“Yeah,” Mel hummed. “I think that happened.” Finally a little calmer, Van melted against Mel.

“That’s ok then. We don’t have to feel mean at ourselves,” she decided.

“That’s right,” Mel agreed. Van smiled, twisting a little to pat Mel clumsily on the shoulder.

“Thanks f’r helpin’, Uncle Mel.” This time it was Mel’s turn to blush, ducking her head down as she beamed with pride.

By the time they left the bedroom, Lottie had already wrangled everyone inside. Nat was quick to greet Van, asking eagerly if they could sit next to each other at dinner. Van hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit smaller because she was the only one already in her pajamas and she was wearing a pull-up. She reached back to hold onto Mel’s shirt. Mel gently encouraged her to sit with Nat and by the time dinner was over any previous distress was a distant memory.

[psychopomp-namine]

the way everyone has a dislike in their profile that actually says something integral about their character. lu guang doesn't like plans getting messed up, cheng xiaoshi dislikes loneliness, xia fei with owing favors, vein with lying...

and then you have liu xiao, who dislikes... cilantro. and fish mint.

(shakes fist) (putting him in a glass jar and shaking vigorously) learn to be vulnerable!! tell me something about yourself!! I guess him liking movies lines up with the theater metaphors, and there's him liking chess, but that. doesn't count methinks

[grimark]

i'm going to be honest here i think a lot of people who "have to shave their legs for sensory/textural reasons" only find leg hair uncomfortable because they're not used to it. you almost never hear men saying they have to shave their legs for sensory reasons, even men who are autistic and/or highly sensitive to textures. some men will express this feeling about their facial hair but it's very rare to hear from a man who feels that way about his own leg hair. and it's pretty much always people who were raised with the expectation that they would shave their legs who then feel like they have to keep doing it. the feeling of leg hair in general/leg hair brushing against fabric/air movement against leg hair is all stuff that can feel weird if you're not used to it, but having hairless legs for the first time when you're used to having them hairy can also be a very weird and disconcerting/uncomfortable sensation. it's just a question of what you're used to.

tl;dr anyone can do what they want with their own bodies for any reason but also consider there might be social forces influencing your preferences and what you think is normal or necessary for your body.

[jelly-as-in-grape-concord]

do you guys ever think about george and betty from the weird little hut warren and gordon were supposed to stay at

[lorillee]

im really normal about them <- lie

[kamurawaffles5684]

Nick Valentine comfort bc why not. It’s been a while since I was writing something.

Tw for family issues, Dysphoria, transphobia/homiphobia/etc, past/depictions of SH, mental health issues, and overall just a lot of things that go on in one’s head when they are suffering from mental health issues.

[ Family is not by blood, it is by love ]

It had been a long night of work at The Dugout Inn. It was your main job outside of being an intern for Nick Valentine, especially since he desperately needed an extra set of hands and eyes on his cases now that Ellie had been helping the fated Sole Survivor get back on their feet.

You tiredly walked home in the rain, knowing what would likely ensue the moment you stepped in the door of your parents’ home. One you grew to hate being in. Despite being an adult, caps were hard to come by nowadays. After Diamond City entered a recession, everyone was working overtime. Even your own damned parents. The parents that only saw you as your birth gender. Ones that never validated you. Your mother had tried, oh she had tried to make you feel more validated. She kept saying that she wouldn’t understand but she would never not love you. But she never used your preferred pronouns or name. She didn’t even bother trying. And your father…he hated you. He hated everything about you the moment you came out to him. The moment you saw the world in your own eyes instead of his. Your father was a wretched, bigoted man. And yet you still stayed in that house. With your bigoted parents. Because you couldn’t afford to leave. No matter how many times your father had yelled hurtful words at you despite your mother’s peace-bringing words. No matter how many screaming matches you had with him, yelling at him about his own actions. His own hypocritical behavior and bigoted, narcissistic attitude. It brought you to angry tears knowing they were never going to listen, and yet no matter what, you still tried to make them at least try and accept you. Try and realize you weren’t going to change. No matter how much they hated the idea of you changing.

You were just about in the doorway when your father came yelling about you identifying yourself differently. He yelled at you that you were never going to be the gender you wanted to be. That it was whatever demon he believed in and you didn’t. You were able to tune him out most nights…but tonight you snapped. You screamed obscenities back at him, calling him out for being so…so heartless. So hateful. Towards his own child, no less. One that he had the obligation to protect and love, but instead chose to fret over them not being a perfect carbon copy of himself. To get angry at you for just trying to be yourself. You left in a hurry, your old school bag that you used for work on your back, grateful for having a binder on your body. The sight of your body made you sick. You couldn’t even shower without wanting to scratch and pick at whatever skin you saw as imperfect, as a disgusting mass of tissue and muscle. It would render you looking like an addict, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be perceived as the gender you were. Not as the gender you were born as. It had gotten bad enough that you had began to relapse again…you only somewhat stopped because of Nick. And now, as you rushed out the door, sobbing in anger, frustration and out of pure despair, you were at Nick’s doorstep.

The lights were on. That was a good sign. That meant that Nick or Ellie was still up. You stepped inside, frustrated that the door handle was sticking from the wasteland being so cruel to the architecture of Diamond City.

“Kid…?” Nick looked up. He saw just how ruined you were. How you were going to relapse at any moment if it wasn’t for you running off to the agency to begin with.

“Kid what’s going on? Are you okay?” Nick’s voice went cold with worry. He had never seen you like this. He had seen you cry, he had seen you struggle, but he had never seen you absolutely wrecked like you were now.

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face, trying desperately not to sob. Nick didn’t hesitate to get up and attempt to comfort you, putting his mechanical hands on your shoulders, urging you to sit down before you collapsed on him. You nearly choked on your own words as you explained what had happened. “My dad…my dad found out…he found out.” You broke down as you recalled just what happened. You fought with him, and you ran off, knowing he would kick you out sooner or later.

“Oh no…kiddo…” Nick’s voice softened. He knew that it was going to happen. You both knew. You just didn’t know it would happen now.

“Easy, kiddo. You’ll be ok. Just let it out. We both got ya. You’re safe, kid. You’re safe.” Nick was almost uncharacteristically soft spoken and gentle as he let you cry into his arms, his grip somewhat tightening as you shook with disbelief and frustration, your sobs muffled by the fabric of his

It took a while to get yourself to calm down. Your eyes stung as the tears came to a halt, exhausted.

Nick held you close to his body, stroking your head like a parent would when they were calming down their child. And in a way, Nick was your parent. He wasn’t just your boss. He was the only person who really accepted you for your own self. He was your only support system.

“Just breathe. I got you.” Nick reassured, letting you lean on his metal body, keeping you safe from your own head. After a long moment of silence, you spoke, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Nick…why is it so hard for them to accept me…I don’t get it…”

“Well, kid. Some people don’t understand how things work…and it scares them. It scares them so much they turn angry. They feel like only their way should be the right way. And don’t even stop to consider how others might feel…I know, it’s rough kid…” Nick absentmindedly brushed a stray hair from your forehead.

“Yeah…yeah I know…” you sighed, knowing that he was right.

“Family isn’t defined by blood…it’s about who cares about ‘ya. I want you to know that, alright? So no matter what happens to you, you always got a spot here with Ellie and I, Got it, kiddo? We won’t ever turn ya away.” Nick hugged you again, standing up.

“Yeah. Thank you, Nick…that…that means a lot to me.” You gave a weak smile, steadily getting up, legs still shaking from sprinting down to the agency.

“Why dont’cha room with me and Ellie tonight? It’d be better if I knew you wouldn’t be hurt. And don’t worry about taking up space, kiddo. We already got a couch set up back when that Vault Dweller worked with us full time.” Nick placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the back of the office where Ellie and Nick slept.

“Yeah…yeah I’d like that…”

[Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall.]

You and Nick had been dating for a while. And he knew full well about your identity…how your parents weren’t accepting, how you hated looking in mirrors…even how you relapsed out of pure disgust over yourself.

And tonight was no different. You had been laying in bed, tending to your newest relapse, pain shooting through your body, it’s sickly, bittersweet feeling lulling you into a world of bleak thoughts and bad memories. You stared down at your body…your mouth went dry just looking at the silhouette of your chest. The silhouette of your hips. You squeezed your eyes shut, sighing deeply, as Nick came home.

“Hon’ I’m home.” He called, setting his coat on the coatrack and his fedora on the table.

“Don’t tell me you ain’t here, now…” He said to himself, starting to look for you, calling for you. You only spoke up when he started to get a little bit nervous, not being able to find you.

“I’m in here, nick..” you tiredly called, curling up away from the door out of habit.

“Ah..,there you are. Are…are you doin’ ok, hon? You seem down tonight. Somethin’ happen?” Nick enters the room, coming up beside you to gently place his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m,..I’m fine Nick, just tired, is all..”

“You sure? You don’t sound fine…” Nick could tell something was off…and it was better to not lie about it than try to lie, knowing he’d find out either way.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Another one of those days, huh?” Nick’s voice became gentle, knowing what had happened.

“Oh, hon’…I’m sorry…you should’ve called me. I would’a came home sooner.” Nick slowly slipped into bed next to you, holding you in his arms.

“I know…but I didn’t wanna bother you while you were out on that case…I thought I could handle it on my own.”

Nick sighed, running his hands over your shoulders reassuringly. “You know I’m here for you. You don’t have to keep these things secret…you shouldn’t have to “handle things yourself” either, sweetheart. That isn’t how things get better. You’ll just get yourself killed if ya keep trying to trudge along like this…and that ain’t right. Not at all.”

You gave a tired sigh, almost collapsing into his chest as he held you from behind, his mechanical body gently whirring underneath his synthetic skin as the closeness of the two of you soothed both of your anxious thoughts. “I know…I just…I don’t know, Nick. I couldn’t stop myself…”

“And that’s alright…I’m not mad at you. I’m just worried, is all. Concerned for ya.” Nick felt the razor against his chest as his hands brushed against your sides, reaching for the front pocket of your sweatshirt and setting it off to his side of the bed. “…You wanna tell me what happened?”

You nodded slowly, explaining to him how bad your dysphoria got, somewhat crying as you felt the frustration of the situation. Nick listened attentively, idly running his hands through your hair as you explained, feeling you hug his body somewhat tighter than before out of comfort.

“Oh…oh sweetheart…” Nick held you against his chest, as if he didn’t want to let you go. If he was human, he would have been sobbing by now, just hearing how much it hurt you to see yourself like that…hear how others thought of you. “I’m so sorry…”

As you explained yourself to Nick, you started crying, hating how such little things could set you back and make you feel sick.

“Hey…hey look at me” Nick noticed you crying, gently cupping your face and making you look up at him, noticing how you looked away in frustration and embarrassment. You didn’t like crying. And Nick knew that all too well. “Hon…listen now, alright? You are perfect as you are. You got it? Those people out there…they’re wrong…you’re just as much of a person as anyone else in this wasteland. And I won’t let you think anything different, you hear? You’re the best thing I could’a asked for…and you’re more human than anyone else in this damn world…no matter what you look like…no matter if you pass or not…you’re valid. You are loved. Both me an’ Ellie won’t ever leave you like that. And more people need to see you for who you really are…and not what they think of you…”

You felt your head hit Nick’s shoulder lightly as your exhaustion got to you, small tears being wiped away from your face by Nick’s gentle hands, his embrace keeping you safe. “I love you…” you croak out, your voice weak from crying so much. You feel better with him, even if the pain was still lingering. You felt safe in his arms, despite the brutality of Diamond City…and you needed to keep it that way. Not just for you. But because you knew it would crush Nick if he knew something happened…

“I love you too, hon.”

[amelikos]

It's really interesting seeing moments where Liko is overly careful with her words, to the point it feels like she is walking on eggshells and prefacing her thoughts with "it's fine, I really think it's fine but..." even around her friends.