#cause fucking up your shins hurts a LOT

[chiquilines]

Horikoshi pick up the phone i just wanna talk peacefully about Momo's costume design

[ourautumn86]

Bestie I NEED angst enemies to lovers reader gets hurt on patrol. These always make me froth at the mouth 🙏

cw; +18 content minors dni!, wounds, blood, cursing, weapons, fighting, arguing, kissing, making out (n up 😋), teasing, dirty talking, dom! ellie x sub! reader, praising, hair pulling, praise kink, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, fingering (r receiving)…

“ellie, shut the fuck up!” you muttered through gritted teeth, groaning as you placed a hand on your gushing side, blood pouring from the cut and making you feel dizzy.

“fuck. fuck. fuck. i told you to stay close! but as fucking always you do whatever the fuck you want!” she was a mess, frantic eyes and shaky hands looking for bandages on her backpack. “keep pressure on it!” you were loosing a lot of blood.

they had come out of nowhere. those fucking bandits… they’d tried to steal from you, and once you’d stood your ground they had put a blade through your stomach. by the time ellie had gotten to you, you were standing on both your wobbly feet with a dagger stuck into your skin. the feeling of the metal moving and cutting as you moved made you feel lightheaded. but you knew you shouldn’t take it out or you’d probably die. she had shot the two men in a mere instant, getting to you as you groaned in pain.

now that she had pulled you to a safe place, she could see the extent of the damage. it was no good.

“quit moving!” she grunted and you almost punched her.

“you try stay still with a blade on your stomach and then we’ll fucking talk you dumb fuck!” yeah, it hurt. and you knew ellie was just trying to not let you die, as much as she hated you, she wouldn’t like to be the one held accountable for your death (and she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it from maria…).

“take a deep breath.” she instructed, her hand wrapping around the dagger, and your eyes shoe open.

“don’t. don’t pull it ou-!!!!” your breath got punched out of your lungs when she extracted it, the messy sound of spluttering blood making your vision go blurry.

you moaned in pain, sweat dripping down your shin. you’d never experienced such amount of pain before.

ellie was quick to push bandages on it to stop the hemorrhage. your hands gripped hers as you looked into her eyes, scared. the floor was now pooling in crimson. were you gonna die?

she pulled your gaze away from the blood.

“hey. look at me. you’re gonna be okay, alright? i promise. you’re gonna be okay.” you nodded. “but to stop the blood i need to sew you up.” your breathing was ragged. your life depended on someone that hated you. someone that always got on your nerves and made you crazy. you were on the hands of ellie williams. an fuck if that didn’t scare you. but you’d seen the way she had shot those men, how she was looking at you, how she promised that you’d be alright. and you wanted to believe in her. you pressed on the wound as she got out alcohol, thread and needle from her first aid kit. “ready?” you nodded, although you were looking awfully pale, hair sticking to your forehead in a cold sweat. “i’ll try to be as fast as i can.” she promised before moving your hands away and exposing the wound. it was deep, but it didn’t seem to have reached any important organs or caused irreparable damage. “this is gonna hurt.” she said, and your ears rung when the alcohol made contact with your skin. you screamed, nails digging on the hardwood floor at the sudden need to push her away. your lip broke due to how hard you were biting it, and your vision was getting more and more blurry.

you were gonna pass out.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry.” she muttered, threading the needle to start sewing you up. “y/n?” she inquired when she saw just how lost you looked, your hazy eyes and slowing breathing. “y/n!” before you knew it your head was thudding against the floor as your consciousness left your body. “fuck. shit. hold on, please.” she fought with the shake on her hands as she punctured your skin. “i’ll fix this. i promise. just hold on…”

-

“woah. you look absolutely dead.” you groaned, rolling your eyes at the barging in of the nicest person walking on this rotten earth. notice the sarcasm.

“nice to see you too, ellie.” she smirked, coming to the side of your bed and leaving food that joel had cooked for you.

“it’s always nice to see me. have you seen me?” she inquired, eyebrows arched and you scoffed.

“grab an extra chair for your pride ellie, ‘cause holy fuck…” she chuckled, grabbing a chair of the infirmary in which maria had had you resting for a couple days now to have your infection under control.

and you tried not to look at her. tried. but not hard enough. she was right. she was a nice sight. her hair was on a low bun, freckled face flushed due to the cold, which she fought with the help of a grey sweater and black jeans.

ellie had always been pretty. really pretty. it was the first thing you’d noticed about her before she came and ruined everything by opening her mouth.

“joel made you some food. wouldn’t recommend you eat it. man can’t cook to save his own life.”

“thanks.” you muttered, readjusting yourself on the bed.

“how are you doing?” she inquired, curious (worried).

“you mean apart of dying of boredom?” you chuckled. “i’m doing amazing.” you sighed, voice full of sarcasm. and your body jolted when you felt one of her hands softly land on your thigh.

“you seem stressed.” your eyes were on her hand, softly rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

“i am.“ you gulped, “this is horrible. maria doesn’t let me move from the bed. i need to move, ellie. it’s killing me. i feel… useless.”

she stared at you, until her lips parted in a soft mutter. “i could help…” she leaned in just the slightest, her hand trailing upwards on your thigh, and you shivered.

after a few minutes in silence, you slowly nodded, and her tongue wetted her lips.

she got up from her seat, and climbed into the bed. you felt a bolt of electricity running up your spine when her breath hit your face.

“you sure about this?” she inquired, eyes on yours.

“just shut the fuck up and kiss me, ellie.” your whole body shook when her lips met yours.

oh shit.

she pulled away to take a look at your face, making sure it was alright. that this was alright.

you looked into her eyes, into her beautiful green emerald eyes. and before you knew it you were cupping her face to bring her back to you.

this felt amazing. too good to be true.

you hummed against her mouth, her hands on your hips, making sure not to put her weight on you and your wound.

you opened your mouth for her tongue, gasping.

“shit. been wanting to do that for years.” she muttered and you whined.

“ellie…” your hips bucked against her, and she cooed.

“shhh, i got you. i got you baby.” you felt her hands push down your pajama pants, one of her hands cupping your cunt, which was quickly pooling with slick. you always ended up soaked while around her, secretly touching yourself to the though of her late at night when no one would catch you. “all pent up, hm? you just need a little relief it’s all…” you nodded, and moaned when you felt her lips trailing down your neck, to your chest, your stomach, your panties…

“fuck!” you sighed in a choked out moan when she left a wet kiss to your clit, peeking at the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. her tongue flattened, tasting you though that thin layer of clothing. she hummed, and your hands tugged on her hair.

she started to eat you out through your panties, teasing you, making you squirm and beg.

“ellie, please…”

“what is it, princess? use your words for me, come on.” she caressed your inner thighs, making you squirm and your hips buck against her face.

“please stop teasing me. need you. need your mouth.” you pleaded, and she kissed your knee, your thigh, your mound… before tugging from your panties.

“atta girl. speaking up for me so well…” you moaned, feeling her middle and index finger spreading you open for her, slick strings sticking to your lips. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you finally felt it, her tongue licking a fat strip up to your clit, slurping at your juices. and then her middle finger, pushing inside your tight walls. you let out this beautiful moan that made her groan against you. “taste so good… best pussy i’ve ever had.” you felt your face and neck burn. ‘cause holy fuck, she knew how and what to say to make you shake. she started thrusting in and out, making you whimper and your back arch. “come on baby, relax for me.” you were so tight… you tried and breathe deeply, relax for her. “that’s it… open up for me. good girl.”

“just like that. oh shit, ellie. don’t stop please…” she smirked.

“yeah? you like that?” she added another finger, curling them and making you gasp. she grunted at the harsh tug of her hair. “you keep doing that i’ll fuck you stupid.” she warned, and you shivered, a broken moan rasping your throat. “but i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you nodded, listening to the wet squelches your pussy made for her. you were so wet… “of course you would.” you cried out when her lips sucked on your clit. she could tell you were close by the way your thighs were shaking at the sides of her head, how your walls were clenching around her fingers. “you close?” she inquired, and you nodded, tears pricking your eyes. “fuuck. can’t wait to drink you up. cum for me. cum on my mouth, princess.” her fingers sped up, got harsher, and you couldn’t help but follow her orders, coming all over her face, soaking her chin and cheeks and lips. she slurped it all up, humming and grunting, eating you like a starved woman tasting food for the first time in months.

she helped you ride it, sucking on your clit and curling her fingers against your g spot until you were nothing more than a panting spent mess.

you tugged from her hair when the overstimulation became too much, and she looked at you, from her spot between your legs, not knowing that that view would become your favorite from now on.

-

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Unknown ep. 10

I’m going into this episode hoping for further progress in Qian and Yuan’s relationship (especially after Qian’s moment of introspection at the end of the previous episode). We also saw in the preview that we’re getting more about Qian’s health status in this episode and that Yuan might get pissed at Qian for keeping that from him. And then, let’s see if they cut the episode before the kiss or not.

Shitless Qian! That’s a nice start (if we ignore the nosebleed, which, to be fair, isn’t that ignorable).

The way Yuan stared at shirtless Qian… I mean, 100% relatable.

I wouldn’t want to sleep alone after that Russian roulette shit either.

The way they’re fucking snuggling in bed! Qian’s leg over Yuan’s, Qian holding Yuan’s arm with both hands, and Qian brushing his thumb on Yuan’s arm in that comforting manner…

Wait, Le is worried Qian’s condition has worsened? So, he knows that Qian has a chronic condition? (I can’t remember if this has been mentioned before or not. My memory is hella fuzzy when there’s a whole week’s wait between episodes.) Perhaps that’s why Le’s been so adamant to keep Qian out of the gang and make sure they don’t cross paths again.

Nosebleed again…

”I’m fine.” The biggest lie ever told (and most used) in the history of humanity.

The way I cackled when the Doc suggested that San Pang should also get a neurological examination.

WTF! Nosebleed again… Please, Qian, get yourself checked out!

The whole ”don’t tell Yuan” will cause more trouble than actually telling him, though. I’m sure that’s why Yuan avoids Qian (the short snippet, in the preview of this episode, when Yuan walks into the house). I’ve been in Yuan’s shoes, and it fucking hurts when the truth comes out later than it needed to.

Yuan must’ve heard more than he let on. He practically tried to run away from the clinic. And the fact that Qian is lying to Yuan… Trouble, trouble.

I don’t mind that Yuan is getting bold (or, bolder). The talk about tying up Qian… I’m on board with that to a million percent!

Yuan definitely knows something serious is going on. But how much does he know about the whole truth? Most likely a lot more than he lets on. Like I wrote before, he must’ve heard what the Doc said. But he might not yet know how long it’s been serious. Qian has had issues for years, right?

Oh lord… Look at these idiots trying to cover up for Qian. I’ve got to love their loyalty to Qian, though. Even though I need someone to tell Yuan the truth (preferably Qian, but I don’t think that will happen…).

Seriously, I would fucking snap if I was in Yuan’s shoes. No way I would take part in this bullshit coverup. Either you tell me the truth (because that’s always easier to deal with) or I’ll avoid you like the fucking plague.

Lol, Yuan is really laying it on thick when he talks to San Pang. Emotional blackmail. But the situation clearly calls for it. Qian is more silent than a brick wall.

And then he uses the Lili-card. He knows exactly what to say to get San Pang to cave. I love him. So, please, someone tell him the truth, for fuck’s sake!

Just as I thought, Yuan heard everything at the clinic that day.

Finally! The truth is out. Thank you, San Pang.

Yuan: ”Do you still think this is just about you?” That FUCKING. BROKE. ME.

I’ve been sitting here, trying to get my eyes to stop leaking for the past 30-ish minutes so I can watch the rest of the episode. What is this series doing to me? They’re gunning for my emotions with Yuan’s reaction because it’s relatable to me.

Qian must know he fucked up, though. If he blames San Pang for telling Yuan, I’ll be fighting back an urge to kick his shin. (I know he’s fictional, but that also means I can give him a fictional kick, just for the fun of it.)

I can’t call that blaming San Pang. Not really. Okay, Qian, I won’t fictionally kick your shin. Not right now, at least…

Btw, San Pang not telling Lili about Qian’s condition… She’ll be just as pissed at him as Yuan is with Qian right now, right? I honestly can’t wait to see her lose it on San Pang and him begging for mercy and forgiveness. Is it weird that I want to see him on his knees as he begs? I wouldn’t mind him crawling either…

I get Qian’s fear of going to the hospital and perhaps never coming out again. BUT! If Yuan and Lili knew the truth, they could prepare themselves for the possibility that Qian might not make it. Qian just dropping dead isn’t going to help anyone, though. And how would they feel if they found out about his condition after that? And finding out that he knew about it?

I wonder how Qian would feel if their roles were reversed. As in, if he found out either Yuan or Lili (the two people who are most important to him) had kept something like this from him.

Am I the only one who loves that Yuan is avoiding Qian? Because I fucking LOVE IT! And he ignored Qian even though Qian had made Yuan’s favorite dishes. This is my shit! (I know, I need help…)

Oooh, Yuan is both bold and bossy in this episode. I didn’t know I could love him any more than I already do. I was wrong.

Is it weird that I’m excited to see the confrontation I know is coming within the next 10-ish minutes?

San Pang is saying all the right things and asking all the right questions. Now it’s up to Qian to figure it out on his own (perhaps with a bit of help from Yuan).

Qian getting emotional is making me emotional. What is this series doing to me?

San Pang: ”Do you want him to have a future without you?” My eyes are leaking again! What the fuck is this series doing to me?

I stopped mid-confrontation because Yuan’s calmness was killing me. But, also, some of the things Qian has said so far gave me the feeling that his approach to figuring out if his feelings for Yuan are brotherly love or something more is more about thinking/reflecting on it rather than feeling it. In my experience, thinking isn’t the best way to gain clarity when it comes to emotions. Clarity comes from feeling and experiencing the emotions. So, just shut up and kiss already… Perhaps it’s time for Yuan to give Qian a little nudge in the right direction, even though he’s been so cautious not to cross the line since he came back home.

Qian: ”All I know is I can’t live without you.” The fact that he’s admitting that, out loud, to Yuan… We’re making some progress.

Seriously, Yuan’s calmness is killing me. He still thinks it’s his problem that he fell for Qian. He still thinks it’s his shit to handle. He still doesn’t want to put that on Qian. Being calm is almost like his armor.

I fucking knew they would cut pre-kiss! That’s just mean.

This episode was great! I loved that Yuan finally found out the truth. I loved that he ignored Qian (again, it’s a me-thing). I loved all the emotions. Seriously, the amount of time I spent crying… I just realized it took me just a little less than 2 hours to watch this 30-ish minute episode…

What is this series doing to me?

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen p12-14

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I sat in the office and the discussion began

"So what brings you in this morning Mr. Newton? I assume about Isaac given" she says looking at me

"Yes, it is. You see his many injuries"

"I do, has he had an accident at home?"

"No, as a matter of fact, these were caused here. By one of your students yesterday."

"AHH yes the janitors did leave me an email so I have been partially briefed on the situation"

"I'd like to know why there was no intervention firstly"

"Well we don't often step into altercations between students unless absolutely necessary We find it helps their social skills and of course, this was after final bell and clubs so really hours is not our jurisdiction"

"Regardless it was on school property if your janitors knew enough to tell you why didn't they intervene?"

"Well, it could have risked injury"

"Injury? My son has a black eye and a thousand other cuts after being slapped and kicked into the wall. I'm sure insurance can cover whatever damage that seventeen-year-old could have done to your janitor"

"Yes but I meant Injury to him"

"Him? The other boy involved!"

"Yes you see the other half of this altercation was student Ben Smith and you see-"

"Let me guess. His parents are on the board?'

"They do add a lot of funds to the school, but it's mainly due to him being one of the stars of our track team a real example of the school and if he were to get hurt that could cause Issues in upcoming competitions"

"Okay, I see. So because the track team is the shining example of the school, all the kids are treated like gold stars are shinning out their asses and can do whatever they want. The rest of the kids namely my son who I will mention is captain of the scholastic decathlon team which has won more trophies, wins and subsequent funding in the last two years than in the last fifteen of your previous track team. These kids have to stiffen their lips and deal with the assholes who can run fast. I have that right?" He asks and she is completely stunned "I expect an apology from the boy, from his parents and from you by the end of class today or I call the police on that little thug. Have a nice day Miss Paige"

I was admitted pretty damn impressed. 

Go, dad!

I followed him out and by now people were busy so I walked him out

"Have a good day okay"

"I'll try"

"Anything happens let me know"

"I will do Dad. Thanks for everything"

"No problem. Hey, what's this Ben Smith drive anyhow?"

"Blue Corsa why?"

"I'm gonna key his car on my way out" he smirked "Hey, talk to y/n today"

"I told you I can't -"

"Just give it a go, maybe the whole Florence Nightingale effect might kick in with that eye. But you actually grow some balls and talk to her today we'll get pizza for dinner"

"I'll try"

"Alright, see you at home" 

I felt a lot safer but I still kept my head down just trying to get through the day without getting beat up again when the bell went for lunch I scampered too the haunted boy's bathroom so I could put some cream that my mum gave me on my eye "Owww... Owww... owww" I whined as every time I put pressure on my skin it hurt and honestly the cream kind of burnt Once I was done I headed out to the usual bench Alby was off elsewhere likely had a class president meeting or something so the table was a passed out zart, fry working on adding cheese to his cafeteria supplied fries and.. some dust I don't know what, Thomas who was sat clearly texting Teresa as he had a wide smile and his backpack over his crotch, And jack sat at the table in his jeans and blue button down.

Jack Hampton, was one of the younger kids, I think he is in my maths class I'm not sure, but he was well known as the tech kid, he is who the teachers call when the smart boards fuck up, he is the one you bring your glitching phone, and the one who offered a complimentary walkthrough service for any videogame issue you could bring him. 

I sat down at the table and ran my hand through my hair 

"You okay man?" Fry asks

"I mean... I can't completely see, it hurts to breathe and walk, I'll keep you updated on my system later if you want"

"I'm good, Ben really took it out of you" he laughs 

"That's why I'm here," Jack says

"Right, Hi Jack" I smiled 

 "I am here to offer my services" He says grabbing a card from his jacket and handing it over, it was a literal business card with his name, number and email address 

"Services?"

"I offer many different services for any price range, I can go from mild to intense cyberbullying, I can do hacking, docking, and if you have the cash I can do my full destroy life package he'll have his life destroyed, get cancelled and have to move away" He explained

"Uhhh I'm good thanks Jack"

"You sure?" 

"Yeah, I'm good no cyberbullying" I told him going to hand back the card

"Keep it, my services are always available," he says before heading off elsewhere 

"I'm scared of that kid," Thomas says

"Yeah, I think we all should be" I nodded 

I didn't have much lunch left so I went to my locket threw my lunch in grabbed the books I'd need for this afternoon, I heard a gentle tap on my locker door and I didn't even bother to look.

"I told you Tommy, I don't have tomorrow's test answers," I said

"Ohh that's okay" Her voice spoke up

I know that voice! 

I looked through the small vents in my locker door and saw her sweet face immediately I fixed my hair and shut my locker door 

"Y/n! Hi" 

"Hi" she smiled as she stood in her sneakers, little cheerleader's uniform her books close to her chest 

"You... uhhh you wanna talk to me?"

"Of course" she smiled "I...I wanted to apologize"

"Apologize?"

"I felt awful when I heard what happened last night, It broke my heart that you got hurt because of me," She says looking into my eye, her face making it clear she is upset "Are you're eye okay?" she asks trying to reach my eye but I moved back

"It's okay it stings a little is all,"

"I've spoken to Ben he was such an ass for what he did. I promise it won't happen again"

"Thank you, I didn't think -"

"I hate to think I caused you so much trouble over a slushie" she says getting something from her pocket and offering me some money enough to cover the slushie

"No, please don't worry about it. It's not your fault Ben was just being a dick it's okay really" I told her folding her hand back in around the money and pushing it close to her 

"Still I feel terrible about it. Here, I made you something to say sorry for everything that happened, and to make you feel better" she says getting a little black box from her bag 

"For- for me?"

"Umm humm" she nods 

"Y-you're sure?"

"Of course" 

"This- this isn't some prank from the cheer squad?" 

"No, they don't know. I was worried they'd stop me" she says "Here take it"

I happily took the little box "Thank you, so much y/n"

"You're welcome" she smiled "Are uhh are you coming to the track meet tonight?"

"Oh, No. I have a meeting with the scholastic team" 

"Oh, that's okay I'll see you around then"

"Yeah, see you around. Thanks again"

"You're welcome"

"Good luck with the track Meet tonight"

"Thank you" she giggled "Good luck with the scholastic team" she smiled waving as she headed down the corridor 

"Thanks" I waved until she disappeared 

She spoke to me! I touched her hand! She gave me a present! She all but asked me on a date! She wished me luck on my team... I think I might faint. 

Fuck! I locked my key in my locker... 

Well, Guess I'm off to the office. 

[jyvnho]

⌕ ⋮ more than you know

pairing : choi san x fem!reader

wc : 900

warnings : fem!pronouns, angst, main character death, blood, swearing, allusions to mafia/gang san/ateez

with a bated breath stuck in his throat – scratched, and dehydrated beyond repair – he watched how your knees faltered under your weight. the way your feet desperately searched for grip on the rain-slicked stone ground beneath you and your eyes gazing into his own with something he could only describe as fear – the tears that gathered quickly onto your waterline already making large streaks down your face alongside the rain droplets as the seconds passed.

“san–” succumbing to the weight of your body and the gravity surrounding you, you dropped down to the ground, the boy you called out for sprinting forward, pushing past the other seven boys who watched in distraught.

he didn’t care about the way his clothes clung to his skin, the mud that caked his shins, or the sounds of sirens approaching in the distance – san dropped to his knees, cradling your head in his lap as he tried to get a hold on the situation.

“i can’t- i don’t- san am i okay?” the words were jumbled together as you tried to breathe through the tightness in your chest and throat – everything was loud as if your senses had been dialled to ten, however, the feeling in your fingertips and toes slowly drained as time went on. “am i okay san–”

san shushed you quietly, brushing your soaked hair away from your face, his hands shaking no matter how hard he tried not to make them shake. “you- you’re okay baby,” his eyes darted to the dark patch of fabric on your shirt, his hand coming to press on it, pulling it away only to see his hand stained red – what once was his favourite colour to see on you now making his throat grow tight and a sob bubble in the back of his throat. “don’t worry okay, i’m with you, i’m not leaving you,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, shushing your cries once again – barely able to do it with his own sobs echoing through the empty parking lot.

“we need a- we need a medic,” he lifted his head from your own. “someone call for help!” the desperation in his voice startled the other boys who stood around you and the hunched-over boy who went back to shushing you're cried that only grew louder at his words. “for fucks sake just someone- someone get her help please!”

he knew that getting involved with you would end in heartbreak. yet, he had never anticipated a heartbreak like this – thoughts of you finding someone who treated you better filling his mind often, someone who didn’t cause so much uncertainty and pain in your life, someone who wasn’t involved in the type of work he was. yet never had he thought of this kind of heartbreak.

the kind of heartbreak that left you weeping in his lap as every breath grew shorter and shorter and harder and harder to inhale and exhale; the kind of heartbreak that infected those around the two of you; the kind of heartbreak that made san feel as if his heart was dying alongside yours.

“sannie please- it hurts,” you searched for his eyes for any sort of comfort, yet your received nothing but a pained look back. “i don’t wanna go- please san,” your words caused the man to gasp between his own cries, knowing he couldn't do anything to save you. the wound was far too intricate to be simply stitched up by his own hands, and the amount of blood you’ve lost ensures your fate without professional help. all he could do was hold you in his arms and wail as he tried to think of ways to go back in time and save himself from this pain – to save you from the early and painful end he brought to you.

“just- just lay down baby, okay, someone will be here soon – you’re gonna be okay,” the both of you knew he was lying, but for his own sake, you pretended that everything really was going to be okay. that tomorrow morning you’d wake up – sore and exhausted, but living nonetheless – and go on with life. maybe the event would prompt san to put a ring on your finger and tie the knot legally, maybe even prompt him to step away from life for a long while to build a family with you.

fruitless thoughts that would stay just that – thoughts; figments of your wild imagination as the life drained out of you slowly, delirium setting in quickly.

red and blue painted your forms, bouncing off of the rain-slicked ground. 

“we’re gonna be okay,” san whispered to you lowly, his lips pressing onto your own gently. “help’s here, you’re gonna be okay,” you felt the warm tears of his mix with your own as they dripped down onto your cheeks. “i love you, baby, so much more than you know.”

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, yet even if you did san wouldn’t have heard – over the yells of the police sirens and shouts alongside the sound of rushing feet from the paramedics, your weak words wouldn’t have reached his ears at all.

but you did love him – more than he knew.

and if this is what loving him ended with, you would endure all the pain all again just to be able to call him yours in every life you lived.

had me sobbing while writing this oml

may turn this into a full fic because i want to explore the relationship between these two, but for now, we'll leave it at this

[mikalara-dracula]

if u haven’t already could u do 🌙 for shin and subaru?

🌙 Nights/Staying up late with Shin—

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Hi there, Anon!

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🌙 = Nights/Staying up late with them (Subaru)

🌙 Mm, nights with this man are something else.

🌙 Like, it’s quite an adventure, and this really depends on his mood.

🌙 He can honestly go from being sweet to a fucking tease.

🌙 And damn, if it’s a full moon. Fuck.

🌙 Anyways, in general he’s quite fun to be around, and because it’s nighttime, he believes it can spent doing scandalous things you don’t do during the day.

🌙 Is into watching movies with you, but there's a twist to this.

🌙 You watch the movie while he watches you.

🌙 And if by chance you picked out a horror movie, he's the biggest tease possible.

🌙 In fact, he'll try to scare you while you're watching it . . . and even after.

🌙 Cuz he sucks like that.

🌙 And because it's nighttime, he only finds it easier to scare you.

🌙 He'll try to stage things that connect to the movie you watched just to freak you out.

🌙 For example, if the victim in the movie heard a lot of strange sounds in a quiet atmosphere, he's gonna do the same and make you think it's some monster/ghost when it's not.

🌙 “Quit it, Shin! I know she’s not real.”

🌙 If you pick out a romance movie, he's not into it at all even if he's not watching it.

🌙 He'll make the smartest comments about it and call it stupid and cliche.

🌙 Omg—never watch an erotic movie with him.

🌙 He's the worst when it comes to this and his teasing never ends.

🌙 During an intimate scene, he’ll criticize the guy and might even get ideas.

🌙 “Damn, that’s something we can try out after the movie.”

🌙 “Shin!”

🌙 And to make matters worse, he might not even say he’s going to try out it with you, and he’ll just try it (all with your consent of course!).

🌙 If you guys are not watching a movie, he likes to go on walks with you in the forest, mostly because he can be alone with you.

🌙 It also gives him the excuse to change into his wolf form since he likes to change into it a lot.

🌙 Might even give you a ride in this form since his wolf form is pretty grand in scale (bigger than an average wolf since he’s supernatural).

🌙 He likes to venture a lot in his wolf form with you riding on his back. He’s quite fast and really likes to catch the breeze.

🌙 And sometimes he likes to challenge himself by trying to jump a cliff and land on the opposite side with you on his back.

🌙 You can’t recall how many times he’s scared you by doing this. You always scold him about it afterwards.

🌙 You get that he’s supernatural, but seriously, it’s a lot to take in since some jumps seem impossible to make. He’s all about taking risks, but would never allow you to get hurt.

🌙 Might even coax you into having sex with him in the woods, especially after turning back from his wolf form since he’s naked.

🌙 “Shin, someone might see us.”

🌙 Smirking, he’d add, “Hm, let’s give ’em a show then.”

🌙 Now, let’s talk about how he acts if it’s a full moon.

🌙 His mood swings are honestly all over the place since he’s having a hard time controlling himself.

🌙 And to top it all off, he’s horny af, but he’s trying to conceal that.

🌙 Does all sorts of things to get your attention.

🌙 Such as calling your name, making you turn to him to ask what he wants, but he says it's nothing, it’s all an excuse to see your face.

🌙 Might smack/clutch/grab your ass just to throw you off guard, it’s mostly because he likes to see your reaction.

​​🌙 Likes to walk by you and randomly poke your side just to throw you off as well.

🌙 Is also into starting random makeout sessions with you.

🌙 Also likes to drink with you and if he’s had too much, he might get a bit mean.

🌙 But tbh, it’s kinda hot.

🌙 Likes to drink with you as well and make drinking bets.

🌙 Loves playing dirty confessions over drinking and teases you endlessly.

🌙 During this game, you both take turns to confess something dirty and if you don’t want to, you take a shot instead.

🌙 So, he’s always trying to get you to confess your dirtiest thoughts of him, and tbh you end up doing so due to getting drunk.

🌙 While you’re still sober, he’ll even try to mess with you about your thoughts regarding him and trick you into confessing something you don’t want him to know.

🌙 Isn’t opposed to a wild night of sex if you’re in the mood.

🌙 And having sex with him on a full moon is an adventure itself since he’s full of surprises due to being so riled up.

🌙 He's dominant, so expect to be spending a lot of time beneath him.

🌙 Rounds with him feel endless and he’ll continue to the point where you can’t get enough.

🌙 He’ll tease you about your arousal too and time your climax. He gets it right every time.

🌙 Like ask @liannelara-dracula .

🌙 Don’t expect it to be sweet though, he’s all about being rough and hot.

🌙 Is pretty sweet after rough sex, telling you you're beautiful as he runs his hands through your hair.

[truckreincarnation]

If I Can Be Frank | Germain | 2.2 | RE: Frank, Manami | ATTN: Avery

People were hurting. Bian, with her somewhat misappropriated guilt. Yuliya’s composure as she tried to piece together what had happened. Shin and Esmee’s anger, their grief, the helplessness of not having been able to help as Perry bled out in front of them. Vee, who had to find his best friend’s corpse for the second time, forced to recall the trauma of losing someone they cared about. It was plain to see the pain present in the circle.

Germain couldn’t understand what it would take to witness all that and decide that it wasn’t enough. That they had to add onto it. And Frank called them children?

He looked down to hide his shock, but Pettiwhisker was glaring at Frank. “S-Seriously? F-Fucking now?” He was whispering to himself, as if he wasn’t sure he’d even heard right. He was about to keep it at that, leave it at the quiet annoyance only audible to his neighbors, but… hadn’t Perry been the one who told him to speak up, before this? Esmee too? He stared intensely at Frank, keeping his voice measured for now.

“I u-understand you d-don’t care, but c-could you drop the b-bullshit, for now, at least?” This isn’t tactlessness - it’s having the tact to recognize the worst thing to say and then saying it. “Everyone’s m-miserable enough already without your h-help. You’re n-not adding anything, with your… ch-childish cruelty. You’re another d-drop in the b-bucket.” He sighed, finally looking away. “So just… p-please don’t m-make me think even l-less of you, Frank…”

They’d gotten that out of their system. Germain took a second to recollect themself, gather their thoughts, just breathe. What were they talking about?

“Yuliya mentioned it, but with how f-fine the wound on Perry’s f-face was, I agree that was the fumo’s doing. The broken b-bones, the messed up h-hands, I th-think a lot of that could be c-caused by f-falling out of the t-tree, trying to grasp at anything n-nearby. It seems reasonable this s-started as an a-accident. The fumo made the smooth c-cut in the sheets, causing enough of a loss of balance that P-Perry tore the rest, g-grabbing at it as sh-she fell."

“It m-makes sense Perry wouldn’t want to let e-everyone know she was in d-danger, especially c-considering the s-state of mind Frank specifically was in, from the m-motive. Knowing their r-relationship.” 

Pettiwhisker was giving Frank the stinkeye, while Germain didn’t deign to look in his direction even as they brought it up. Man’s out for blood today, it seems.

“P-Perry probably went to the c-crafting room to g-get help, as the others s-said. She was t-trying to walk, I think, using the wall as s-support, judging from the b-bloodstains. Tried to g-grab some things from the c-crystal shelf, since there were b-bloodstains there too.” He frowned. “I’ve been r-reading up on p-potions, but I’m n-not too familiar on the m-mechanisms of shatterstone. Echoing Luz’s questions th-there, I guess, Avery.” He looked to Avery. “A-Anything you know about its p-properties m-might be helpful.” 

If there ever was a time to be a nerd, it’s now. It seemed likely that someone had come into the picture to finish Perry off, but what if this had been some kind of laboratory mishap? It was perhaps wishful thinking on his part, but he couldn’t quite discount the possibility.

“M-Manami mentioned them, but I’m… n-not sure about what those two c-crystals were doing there. They seemed oddly… o-out of p-place. A s-singular sapphire and e-emerald. If they were just left there by the m-mess, I’d have e-expected… more I g-guess. I just wonder if they were m-meant to serve some p-purpose.”

[stillness-in-green]

Stillness is wildly impressionable when she sees memes, news at 11.

Read @robotlesbianjavert's post she wrote in reply to me asking her about her favorite Gay Little Henchmen and immediately had to do my own. Added some runners-up also. Sorry for the nonsense, all.

#5: Lieutenant, The Legend of Korra—

Surely in my ranks of "characters I like most wildly out of proportion to their importance in the show," but that's what a good mustache and an emotive delivery on a last line will do for you.  It probably doesn't hurt that, despite the Lieutenant never even getting a proper name, that one last scene gives him more chemistry with Amon than Korra had with Mako the entire season.

Anyway, I liked him in the show and definitely went out hunting for fic/art for the pairing based just on that, but I do have to give a shout-out to @scumtrout for her fic The City Will Follow You for keeping the fire burning for this poor sad asshole.  Give it a read if you want, among other things, the Lieutenant being sad and fucked up and incredibly dangerous as he processes how Amon used him and the rest of the Equalists.

#4: Shirato Jin, Persona 3—

The littlest of the little henchmen on this list for reasons of being a teenager and a computer nerd (but still a dangerous criminal because I know what I'm about).  Jin is like if Skeptic were a decade younger, staving off a terminal disease with illegal drugs, and was a little less goth and a little more rave.  Also, packing a lot more grenades.

He's got a good balance with his cult leader of choice wherein Takaya is the one prone to big, dramatic actions to emphasize his rhetorical points, while Jin has to be like, "Hey, I agree with all your rhetorical points, but I also want us both to survive long enough to savor you being right about everything, so let's exercise the better part of valor here."  In that way, they're on the more equitable end of the power dynamic spectrum pairs like these run.

Strega in general got handed an incredibly raw deal, both in-universe and in terms of the broader narrative, and boy oh boy are they ever a good predictor for how hard I fell for the League of Villains.

#3: Tadashi Kikuchi, Sk8 the Infinity—

Soft-spoken manservant designed to look like a background character compared to the rest of the cast, but efficient and skilled in the wildly different spheres of Illegal Underground Skateboarding Park Management and Upstart Japanese Politician Personal Assistance.  Tadashi is kind of terrifying when you really stop to think about him, not just for how scary competent he is, but for being, in his own way, just as unhinged as his boss, but ten times more oblivious to that fact.

He's a henchman willing to act out for what he thinks are his boss's best interests, and it is extremely hilarious how much of Sk8's overarching plot is caused directly or indirectly by Snake and Adam's relationship drama. Incidentally, Tadashi is a rare case of a Gay Little Henchman whose feelings are requited!  That mostly serves to make things more complicated, however, because the feelings in question are, "I could never, ever leave him, but I think he's really fucking me up."

#2: Nemoto Shin, My Hero Academia—

Of all the candidates BNHA offers for this—not a small number—I have to give it to Nemoto for scoring the best across all categories.  Transparently only there because he fell for Overhaul like a wing snapped off an airplane.  Absolutely zero other motivations.  Knows about Overhaul's evil plans and horrendous crimes, and 100% does not care.  Not only is he a henchman, he denigrates other henchmen.  You just know that if he could do all the things his boss needs done on his own, he'd run the rest of the underlings out ASAP.  Absolute top tier The #1 Henchman Here Will Be Me energy.

#1: Tomo, Fushigi Yuugi—

Tadashi is nearly a match for him in terms of, "Yes, it's canon," goes further in terms of not being a predatory stereotype, and is doing better in the reciprocal affections category, too.  Still, all that said, Tomo remains my 90s shoujo problematic fave.

He's got a theatrical flair that he gets by virtue of a theatrical background; he's striking in his costume and, for my tastes, the most beautiful man in the series out of it.  While the visual quality of the anime runs towards the dubious during his stretch of episodes, he has a purring, silken voice that made Tobita Nobuo my favorite voice actor for years afterward.  Then there's the ruthless pragmatism that echoes Nakago's while also going further, because being the boss means you get to set your own hard limits, whereas being in love with the boss means you can go as far as you want while telling yourself it's all for him.

Tomo, like Ashitare and Miboshi, deserved a better and more nuanced portrayal—no shade to Watase Yuu, who was a lot younger when they wrote the series, but FY was the series I learned to love characters out of spite—but I will go on liking them anyhow, because authorial write-offs make me ornery like that.

Runners-Up in no particular order—

Spinner, My Hero Academia: Every bit as homoerotically obsessed with his boss as Nemoto (or any of the other fantastic candidates the series has on offer), but the League/Spinaraki's more equitable relationship means Nemoto's "henchman" vibes are stronger.

Isurugi Camice, Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans: I love him for the hints of wounded stoicism, which are always catnip to me, but he hides his feelings too well and too long to be an ideal fit for the topic.

Ein Dalton, Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans: Probably does a better impression of being homoerotically obsessed with  Lieutenant Crank than Gaelio, but definitely more Gaelio's henchman than Crank's, so he loses out for splitting focus.

Disqualified For Reasons But I Can't Not Mention Them—

Ivan, Giant Robo: Astounding henchman vibes, and I like him and Alberto quite a lot, but he's not anywhere near obsessed enough with Alberto to fit the bill.  Ivan's maladjustedness lies in other areas.

Listor, Hugtto PreCure: JESUS CHRIST, THIS HAMSTER.  The wounded stoicism fells me again, and I 100% believe that he and his boss have had sex at least once (LOOK, you don't set up all the repeating patterns Hugtto did with George Kurai and then lead an episode framing him and Listor through gauzy pink bedcurtains if you don't know good and well what you're implying).  Still, while I love that awful pairing to death, I don't think Listor is "homoerotically obsessed" so much as he is "unbelievably lonely and in no position to turn George down."  If this were my list of Top 5 Wounded Stoics, though, you'd better believe he'd be right at the top.

Uryuu Ryuunosuke, Fate/Zero:  His sexual preoccupations are less about his boss than the perverse body horror he and said boss enact on their victims.  Which is a shame, because he would rank higher than anyone on this list if "little henchman" were the only criteria.  That kid is thrilled—just ecstatic—to be living the life he's living.

Innouva, Magic Knight Rayearth:  Given the huge magic wolf form, his vibe is less "pining for his boss" and more "loyal hound will fuck you up."  Bitchy gay attitude is fully intact, however.

Lord El-Melloi II: I probably can't count him because I don't actually ship him with Rider, but the evidence of "forever single because he's dedicated his life to living up to his king's final order" speaks for itself.  An incredible retainer-who-outlived-his-lord character whose devotion makes me weepy every goddamn time.

[gwenchana-gwenchana]

A list of things I will never be over in no particular order: back with a vengeance

part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

1. I know I've mentioned Ji Sung in almost every list I've made but I can't help it. This man has been doing dramas for a long time. Secret Love was so fucked up. There are still scenes in it that I still randomly think about. If you haven’t watched it yet you definitely should.

2. The totally platonic with absolutely no romantical tension whatsoever bromance in You're All Surrounded that was our second leads. It took me so long to get on board with Jung Ho but his two besties were loyal af and lowkey in love with each other.

3. The first couple of episodes of My Secret Romance were fun but then I didn’t keep watching- I don't remember why. But all I can think about when I think about that drama is his wonderful offended/exasperated face which he used a lot in the first couple of episodes. I just love the way his eyebrows scrunch. But can I find that particular gif?? No. So this one instead:

4. The theme song for Kill Me Heal Me is iconic and I love it. One word or note plays and it's stuck in my head for days.

5. And not to keep talking about School 2013 but I'm going to keep talking about School 2013. I loved the bromance turned to enemies turned to secretly pining for each other turned to maybe friends turned to literal husbands that was Kim Woo-bin and Lee Jong-suk. Like they -SPOILERS- decided to open a noodle shop together and live happily ever after. -SPOILERS- That is literal husband behavior. Someone fight me on this! I would love to make a PowerPoint.

And cause I can add more gifs I choose to add more of these two:

6. But ALSO pertaining to School 2013: I love the complete 180 they both do with the baby delinquents. These two tall boys who both got held back and have lived complete lives (like they are both emotionally 60-year-old men who don't know how but they are still in high school) long before they both meet again in the tiny angel woman's classroom. Not only do they have to confront each other but they both decide that the baby delinquents need guidance and who better than them. They have lived those lives already and don't want their ducklings to go down the same path. I just love it.

7. I liked Korean Odyssey a lot. I love Lee Seung Gi and his bff who is in every drama with him. It was cute and fun BUT and this isn't something I love but something I super do not love-- we are back in that trend of every kdrama ending being open-ended/ that pretend-happily-ever-after thing that leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth after you turn off the show. I blame this drama and these writers for kick-starting this whole trend again. Because these bittersweet open-ended endings lead to the "artistic bleak real world sucks" type of ending where everyone dies all the time. I've already lived through this once and will not survive another round. I might have to stop watching dramas considering recent dramas like Vincenzo and Crash Landing On You and how they did that open-ended bullshit.

8. Also not to bring School 2013 up again BUT that moment in School 2013 where Go Nam Soon comes home after getting the shit beat out of him and he lies on his bed in his empty lonely house and tells himself that he’s okay over and over. Literally, stab me in the heart and it would hurt less.

9. This is School 2013 adjacent but only because Jang Na-ra picks great drama's to be in. Her style in I Remember You— first of all I love her and her pretty face. Second of all, I really liked really everything she wore. I'm a big fan of the grunge-leather-flannels-and-black look. So surprising, I know.

10. And to bring it back to Healer once again-- I have to mention it every post it seems-- but when he's pretending to be Bong So and they go to interview the first jackass... are you with me here? I don't remember the jackass's name. But okay the moment when Cha Young-shin is having a panic attack because of the violence in front of her and Bong-soo can't do his parkour ultimate fighting skills stuff cause he's Bong-soo and not Seo Jung-ho. So he creates a distraction for the guards and helps Cha Young-shin get out of her panic attack by being helpless Bong-soo who doesn't know how to do anything. She gets out of her panic attack with a purpose and a need to protect her underling. And she does. She saves him. And it's perfect. I love them.

[tsurilol]

anyway

so basically shins mom is a bitch.

but in MUCH more detail she actually should be arrested for child abuse.

If shin gets bad grades, he gets hurt. if he messes up in ANY WAY he gets hurt. i honestly think thats why he's so weak, he wasn't allowed to fight back, so what could he do?

That obviously caused a lot of anxiety when he was a teen, so being a teen again in the fic is just horrible for him, since he knows that what shes doing is bad, but he didn't back then. so, he avoids her as much as possible, but she just says that if he closes his bedroom door if he's not getting changed (for fucking privacy) she'll get his dad to take the door off its hinges.( has actually been said to me before<3)

anx about him being trans, she would just take away every bit of comfort he had simply because she would think "it must be a bad influence." which would cause his mental health to spiral, and therefore she'd be like "youre just looking for attention."(also something I've had said to me)

this would obviously cause him to lose all his trust in her, yet she'd claim he has to regain her trust.

what do you mean I'm basing her off my own mother-

that’s. that’s not what society considers ‘normal’, Mars.

but yeah please go to hell 474k4. The fact the at Shin can fight back with his Sou mask changes quite a bit, & I’m definitely adding this to the fic.

[mymoodwriting]

Anomaly

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Angels/Demons AU

Warning: Violence, Fire, Swords, Thoughts of Death

Words: 2K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Epilogue

Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.

“So… how do I fall?”

    Coming to the decision to fall was relatively easy, but the act of doing it was the exact opposite. The girls were angels, so falling was a matter of breaking rules, but you, those rules didn’t really apply to you. At least not in a way that was helpful to you now.

“Yeah, that’s not so easy for you.” Giselle commented. “But possible considering you have gray feathers. What happened to cause those?”

“Uh… I was fighting Taemin…”

“That wouldn’t be a reason for you to fall… you two cancel each other out.”

“We eventually came onto the scene.” Baekhyun added. “Her feathers turned gray then.”

“Oh, so it was something to do with them perhaps.” Karina suggested. “What happened when they showed up?”

“Taemin attacked us, and I wanted to protect my family. They wanted to flee, but I just…”

“That’s it then!”

“What?”

“Your emotions are what give you strength, and your determination to protect your family is probably what pushed out divine energy in that moment.”

“I don’t… what?”

“In that moment you had made up your mind to protect your family by any means necessary. Even as a fallen myself I have limitations, you don’t. Pushing beyond those limitations must be the key.”

“That still doesn’t make much sense. In that situation my family was in danger. How do you expect to… replicate my feelings?”

“We don’t need to replicate those exact feelings, but get you to the extremes.”

“So how are we gonna do that?”

“I’m not entirely sure I like the sound of any of this.” Suho spoke up. “Any extreme emotion can be dangerous, and given she is a nephilim, it will certainly attract the angels.”

“So we have one shot at this.” Winter stated. “We shouldn’t fuck it up.”

“Still-”

“It’s okay.” You said. “This is my choice. I know it’s risky, but I want to do this. There’s still so much for me to learn and… I’ve got a lot to live for.”

“Alright.”

“So, let’s come up with a plan everyone agrees with.”

    Truth was there wasn’t gonna be an agreement all the way around. Xiumin and the others would be protective to the end, and that would most likely work in your favor. Even you knew what the answer would be before Karina spoke it out loud. Of course there was immediate disagreement.

“You’re joking!”

“You wish, but that’s the best option.”

“There has to be something else.”

“I’m all ears to whatever you thought of.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I agree with Karina.” You said. “It’s the best way I can think of. Whatever she said you were probably going to disagree with anyway.”

“Y/n-”

“I’ll be okay. Promise.”

    This was ultimately your decision, and they had to respect that. The plan was to really test how far you’ve come with your combat skills. So you’d need an open field and it only felt appropriate to return your old school, to where this all started for you, and where you’d have a new beginning.

“You know I’m not gonna hold back.” Karina admitted. “This is gonna hurt.”

“It has to be genuine doesn’t it.”

“Just a warning.”

“Thanks.”

    You took a breath, knowing that once you started this you couldn’t back out, and it was only a matter of time before the angels found you. Ultimately you were willing putting everyone in danger, so this had to be worth it. You drew your sword, staring at the golden flames for a while, rather curious as to what would happen to them once you fell. Although you didn’t dwell on it long as Karina soon came down on you with her own blade. You barely managed to dodge out of the way, reminding yourself what was really going on.

“You with me now?”

“Sorry.”

“For what? Existing?”

“What?”

“As if you don’t know.”

    Karina moved to strike at you again. This time you clashed with her, but she was still more experienced, knocking you back.

“Your existence has been nothing but troublesome to everyone!”

“I-”

    You couldn’t get a word out before you had to raise up your sword again. Her words had caught you off guard, and you were struggling to push them aside as you fought her off. You were failing on that end as you couldn’t help but think of all the trouble you have caused. All the times you had nearly gotten your family killed, and this was one of those moments. You knew Karina wasn’t going to hold back, and now with the distraction she landed one hit after another. You wound up thrown against a tree, collapsing to the ground as your sword extinguished itself.

“Karina, that’s enough!” Xiumin yelled. “We’ll think of-”

    As Xiumin made an attempt to get to you both Giselle and Winter drew their own swords, standing in his path. Tensions immediately grew high.

“Only one shot, remember.” Karina stated. “This is it, and you know very well I rather this child dead than alive.”

“You-”

“Whether she lives or not is entirely up to her.”

“Ya!”

“Don’t interfere.”

    You didn’t know what to make of those words. If you hadn’t crossed paths with Xiumin and the others, then you never would have brought them so many problems. Yet it went beyond that, if you hadn’t been born there would be less problems in general. Your mere existence was an anomaly, a rare occurrence, one that shouldn’t even exist. Perhaps the best option was to die, yet when Karina made another move you dodged out of the way, drawing your sword. Even if disappearing from the world would solve some problems, you couldn’t just die.

    So many fought hard to keep you alive, and you had so much life left to live. Although now things had changed for you. There was no reason to think Karina was bluffing, so you were truly fighting for your life. Besides at this point it was only a matter of time before the angels located you. Even if the others wanted to step in, the other girls weren’t going to allow it, and you didn’t want them interfering either. You held your ground and you fought Karina head on, wanting to prove you wouldn’t be a burden.

“I’ll be fine.” You assured the others. “I got this.”

    You saw some glint in Karina’s eyes, but you just had to focus. This time around you made the first move, determined to show your skill. You held your own well, but you weren’t getting where you needed to be. You felt exhausted and needed to get your second wind. It took a moment but an idea came to mind. You spread your wings and took to the sky, getting a rush of fresh air, and having a moment of relief. The sunlight was warm against your skin, and the breeze was nice against your feathers. Your body ached, but you felt relief in the moment. This was certainly something you wanted to do again someday.

“Y/n!”

    You heard someone scream your name. You thought it was a heads up on Karina coming to meet you, but instead you noticed some projectile coming towards you from the left. You barely processed the situation before you were grabbed. Someone had taken a hold of you and was taking you somewhere, you tried fighting  back and the two of you ended up crashing into the ground. You took most of the impact, the other body losing its grip on you and tumbling to the side. You groaned and slowly sat up, trying to catch your breath. You looked around to see what had happened, seeing Taemin getting up. Your eyes went wide with realization and you scrambled back.

“Stay away!”

“Are you alright? I-”

    Taemin stopped short with his words, staring at you with wide eyes. He had stopped in his attempts to get close, and then suddenly rushed you.

“No, no, no, no…”

    You continued to crawl back but he got close to you regardless. You were injured from the fall, although the pain wasn’t hitting yet, not until Taemin reached for your wings. You saw him pull away a handful of gray and black feathers. It astonished you as well, and you looked back at your own wings, seeing the feathers turning black.

“Wow…”

    You got up, gently shaking your wings despite the pain to get loose feathers to fall. You were amazed, not even sure what was different with you besides the color.

“Why… why did you…”

    Taemin crumpled up the feathers in his hands, staring at the ground. It took a second for you to remember he was here, seeing his own wings with white feathers.

“Taemin…”

“Why would you do this?”

“I… it’s my choice…”

“You can’t go home now…”

“That place isn’t my home.”

“You… you left me…”

“What?”

“I’m all alone again…”

“You’re not alone. You have your own family, they’ve raised you and-”

“But they’re not like me… you were but now…”

“Then I’m alone too.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a nephilim, half human and half angel. I guess as a fallen nephilim I’m more like half human half demon, right?”

“You shouldn’t have…”

“So what? Are you going to kill me now?”

“I’m sorry I was too late.”

“This was my choice, Taemin.”

“Was it?”

“Yes. I don’t want to get dragged to a place I don’t know, and to leave behind everything I have.”

“You made a mistake.”

“You’re all doing that. Trying to cut off Heaven from the world. Have you ever lived on Earth?”

“I was found very young…”

“So you don’t even know what life is like on Earth, maybe you should experience that before going on some crazy crusade.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Maybe I can help you with that… if you’re not gonna try to kill me or something.”

“It’d be a waste at this point.”

    You looked over to see the other angels approaching. You immediately had your guard, even if you weren’t in a condition to fight you would. Although you began to worry about your family if the angels found you first.

“What did you-”

“Your so-called family should find you in a moment.” Onew stated. “I see you made a choice.”

“So?”

“Let’s see if you’ll regret throwing away such a thing.”

“I won’t.”

“If you insist.”

“Are you finally going to leave me alone?”

“We should just kill you now.” Key hissed. “But there are other things we need to focus on. So we’ll come back around to that in the future.”

“Abandoning Earth isn’t the best idea.”

“You have no say in that anymore.”

“And you barely care for Earth as it is, maybe take another look.”

“Your words fall on deaf ears.” Onew said. “We’ll take our leave, and see if our paths ever cross again.”

    Minho went over to Taemin, getting him to stand and momentarily looking him over. Thanks to you he wasn’t really injured.

“I meant what I said.” You stated, looking at Taemin. “Try experiencing life on Earth before you throw it away forever. You shouldn’t have regrets.”

    Taemin didn’t say anything, but glanced back at you before taking to the skies with the others. Once they were gone you felt relieved, collapsing to the floor as you released all this tension from your body. You didn’t even realize your name was being called, not until Xiumin and Lay were at your side, frantically looking you over.

“Are you okay?”

“What happened?”

“Y/n? Can you hear me?”

“Huh? I… I’m fine… just… a lot…”

“What happened to you?” Xiumin asked. “One minute you were flying, the next you were gone.”

“Got taken on a detour. I think the angels got the message.”

“I see.” Karina took in your wings. “Congratulations. You’re one of a kind once again.”

“Yeah… I don’t feel any different.”

“Once the adrenaline from everything wears off, you’ll certainly feel something.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Time will tell.”

“Either way, I’m definitely ready to get out of here.”

“We should get you looked over properly.” Suho suggested. “And make sure you’ll be okay with the changes. You are okay, right?”

“Yeah. I think I’m really starting to feel like myself.”

[samuskitchen]

NO WAIT I'M STILL HERE— AJHDJSAJS SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE I'VE BEEN DISTRACTED 😭

BUT THIS CHAPTER MAN DO I FEEL SATISFIED LIKE YUUJI I'M SORRY BUT YOU DESERVED EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THAT MOMENT, Imagine begging for your life after threatening that of an innocent soul like sir, you have no room— not to mention the way he crumbled the SECOND he heard the singing was *CHEF'S KISS* I COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER CONCLUSION AND ENDING FOR A CHARACTER LIKE PIRATE TERU AND HIS CREW

THEN WE HAVE THE SISTERS COMING IN SPEARS OUT, VOICES READY, MELODY PLANNED OUT FOR THIS RESCUE MISSION HELL YEAH! How they literally tell him straight up that "Bro we fuckin hate your guts for what you did to our sister but we can't throw you away bc you know where she is so get to it errand boy" 👌 and the way the started criticizing Y/N's taste in men 💀 they really wanna hammer it in to him that *no we don't like you. At all.* but I'm so glad they still care abt Y/N so much despite her probably almost starting an inter-merwar bc of some guy named rintarou 😭

Y/N MY SWEET SIREN LADY YOU ARE FREE NOW, FREE TO FIND ANOTHER MAN LIKE PLEASE LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES AND FISH OUT THOSE RED FLAGS BEFORE THEY HURT YOU AGAIN </3 BUT I'M SO HAPPY SHE'S OK NOW AND HER TAIL IS ON IT'S WAY TO BECOMING NORMAL AGAIN AHSHDHAJSHSHAJAH Siren Y/N learned a LOT about humanity during her captive days and they were NOT great like at ALL (ok maybe except for that weird healer lady) BUT I hope she would still be willing to give humans a chance because she needs to know that the rest of us (who aren't pirates, freak circus owners, corrupt zoo owners, yadda yadda yadda) aren't that bad, yk specifically the human me ;) we can be besties Y/N don't worry, I'll kick the shins of everyone out to hurt you <33333

AND FINALLY RINTAROU FUCKING SUNA..... you did pretty good, yeah I still hate your guts for being a SELFISH SEA TURD but at least you acknowledge that what you did was fucked up and tried to make it right even if it is going to stain your conscious and life records forever, I WILL SAY I'm impressed at how much he made me un-hate him, I mean he's still like the worst but yk less worst and maybe yeah, the punishment of him being banished to the human world forever and never being able to go back to the ocean is k i n d a s a d, cause I'm WEAK to tropes where it's like the last you'll be able to do or see something so that explains the crack in my heart rn :" But goddamn, he learned his lesson and accepted it with grief and regret *pat pat* you did well and I begrudgingly hope for your redemption and rebirth as a character

Yk, maybe the epilogue would end with them just seeing each other one day after years and being like "Hey" "Hey" and asking how they've been, then revealing how they've got their own lives both in the ocean and on land.... I mean it could also go the route where they try to make it work but I feel like that would take one long epilogue to explain 😅 but I really look forward to what conclusion their stories will reach, whether they fall in love correctly this time or learn from their mistakes and become better people respectively, I really want to say that you have made an *AMAZING* story of two people with similar dreams yet different ways of fulfilling them, Y/N simply wanted to run away and never look back with him but Rin wanted to have his freedom set in stone no matter what it took even if it meant having to sacrifice someone he was supposed to care for

Man, this conclusion is making me EMOTIONAL 😭 but I want you to know that even if it doesn't seem like there wasn't a lot of hype for this series, I'm glad I got to be part of the hype that was there :D I'm so glad I was one of the reasons you kept going strong with this series till the end :) I'll be patiently waiting for that epilogue so go at your pace! (Also, you are one of the reasons I decided to start writing on tumblr so thanks for being inspiring with this series <333)

HAISHWOSB HIHIIII YOUR REACTIONS MAKE ME SO HAPPY TEHEHEH

HAHSHAHA ERRAND BOY😭

i’m glad i was able to make you un-hate suna, he does deeply regret what happened and i hope one day i’ll be able to revisit this series and explore his grief more! spin-off series where suna lives eternity as a human and watches humanity evolve??? 🤭🤭 jokes jokes (possibly)

“i really want to say that you have made an *AMAZING* story of two people with similar dreams yet different ways of fulfilling them.” STOP YOURE ACTUALLY GONNA MAKE ME CRY WTF 😭😭😭that’s so sweet of you i’m skdhwidnwk i really appreciate how much you looked into this story!!

IM SO GLAD YOU WERE PART OF THE HYPE TOO, the group of people who reblogged and sent asks or commented really helped carry this series and my motivation to finish it. i’m excited to write more for you guys and i hope i can do better with my next series :,>

ALSO WTF HELLO PLS DROP YOUR WRITING BLOG I WILL FOLLOW YOU AND HYPE UP YOUR POSTS THATS SOA WIDHOWBDWO,, MEEEE??? I AM ONE OF THE READONS YOU STARTED WRITING, i am fr so honoured oh my God 🫣🫂🫂🫂

[aroace-polyshow]

Bsd anon again im gonna be here a few times im having many thoughts- but I think Sin Soukou is so freaking interesting, more interesting than even Soukou or their predecessors that I cant remember the name of (Mori and Fukuzawa) Its just- something about how different they are compared to either, how much that actually affects them, the difference between how they are turning out vs how the previous Soukous turned out, how despite everything, I don't think they ever actually will kill each other. I think its so interesting the change you see with the two, the affect they have on each other compared to the others-- its just so,, interesting- Also, question of the day. Do you think its good that Dazai changed from his Port Mafia ways? With the way he treats Atsushi vs Akutagawa specifically? Do you think there's similarity between the way he treats the two at all? I often find myself thinking about how despite Dazai being better as a person, and trying his hardest to not be a bad mentor, he still ends up giving bad ideals (Thats not the right word but I cant remember the word) to Atsushi. After an attack his slapped Atsushi and told him not to pity himself, despite the fact that he had just been shown some of his worst memories and accidently hurt people he saw as friends, some of the first friends in years. Its not punching him right in the face because he cant put up a shield, no where near that, but its still not a good thing to do. I can accept that Dazai has changed a lot since the port mafia but I think he still has a very long way to go, especially when it comes to being a mentor to both Atsushi and Akutagawa, even tho he seems to messing up a lot less w Atsushi thanhe did w Akutagawa But tbf the only reason I'm thinking about this is cause its always bothered me how Dazais treated Atsushis trauma as more of a,, annoyance than anything?? Like,, idk I'm rambling at its five am lmfao I should stop before I start going off on tangents

MY FUCKING LAPTOP SHUT DOWN AGAIN WHEN I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN SO MUCH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

anyway hello again bsd anon :DDD

about shin soukoku, tbh i really like their dynamic a lot more than soukoku or mori and fukuzawa. not to say i don't like soukoku, if you couldn't tell by what i reblog so often i definitely like them (the same cannot rlly be said about mori and fukuzawa but that's another thing lol), but i really enjoy the sskk dynamic :D they have such cool effects on each other as people and they work so well together in fighting and like i mentioned i think their conflicting views of dazai is also rlly intersting and like hrgahgdhfkjs i like them a lot kjdfsj

then to answer your question, i do think it's good that dazai left the mafia, and i do think he's trying to be better. and he's definetely a lot better than he was in the mafia. i do think he's trying to be a better mentor. but like you said, he still isn't the best at it with atsushi. he's definetely doing a lot better with atsushi than he was with akutagawa, but yeah i do think he fucked up with that slap. atsushi's, yknow traumatized from when he rlly young and he literally just hurt people he cared about who also literally wouldn't fight back. like?? idk man i think there's many much better ways to deal with atsushi spiraling??? my dude??? though i guess dazai wouldn't have experience with it lmao

i get what you mean by it kinda feeling like dazai was treating atsushi's trauma as an annoyance. didn't really like it either. to be fair dazai didn't exactly have like. a good example what to actually do. sdkhfj,,,

he is definitely a better person now though. good for him lol

[dzpenumbra]

9/15/22

I lost a friend today. I was supposed to celebrate my new apartment today. I didn't do a good job of celebrating yesterday. I kinda just dicked around in Minecraft and watched a Red Dead RP stream. So I was planning on celebrating today. My brother and my friend were supposed to contact me this evening. My brother did not at all. My friend contacted me 15 minutes after I announced several times in my streams was going to be my estimated stream start time. I expressed my... you know what, I've already addressed this. I don't want to relive it verbatim right now, the pain is a bit too raw. Let's just explore the feeling then, shall we? Instead? Because it was very unique.

See, I was trembling as I was typing to him. I was physically shaking, like a fuckin leaf. I knew what was happening. I spent most of the day talking to my mom about it, how it really hurt and how I felt like people just don't really make room in their life for me and keep me at the longest arms reach possible. And blame me for wanting more, as though I'm fucking greedy. Needy. Needy/greedy, what's the difference to them? To have your needs not met, or to want more than you need. You know, there is a difference, right?

I got a feeling today that I haven't felt in a while, probably since I started smoking weed again. The adrenaline tightness blackhole in the chest feeling. I think that's the trauma feeling. That's the "this is an important moment you're not gonna forget" feeling. Right under the sternum, in the core. I used to get those a lot way back in the day, like in my teens. I got a tattoo on my chest, mirrored to remind me so I can read it in the mirror, that says "Mea Culpa" right there in that spot. I always chuckled to myself about that one. It's like a double-entendre, my fault, like my weakness, my point of vulnerability. These "random" panic attacks, obviously a symptom of some kind of biological malfunction, right?

My 19 year old self knew what was up. He knew instinctually that "mea culpa" was what was causing the trauma, the panic. Me taking the fall. Me taking the blame. Martyring myself. Waiting in the snow for 4 hours for someone who no call/no showed. Sitting at home on the couch watching TV all day with both hands on the phone in case I missed it vibrating, when there was never a call coming. Cancelling a stream, a work shift, to try to work out a problem with a friend, only to be framed as instigating a fight. Me falling on the sword. Me begging for scraps and saying thank you. Me accepting a live-in relationship with someone who was simultaneously renting a separate apartment, who left regularly and never shared her finances with me. Me forgiving my ex for breaking up with me when I got an injury that could have killed me in my sleep (blood clot in the shin), then going to the ER with me a week later after I begged her to just talk it out, hearing the diagnosis from the ER docs, bringing me back to my parents place doped up on Percoset, then leaving and never coming back.

I act like I can take it. I act like I can overlook these little mistakes. That surely they have a bigger heart and they're just not noticing what they're doing. Surely he doesn't want to hit me, he even says he doesn't want to hit me, he just can't help himself is all. It's the dang drink that's doin it! It's controlling him like a puppet, it won't even let him not drink! Same reasoning, huh. It's almost like... Stockholm Syndrome, right? Yeah, I just looked at "Signs of Stockholm Syndrome" on Google. That's... sobering. It's almost like I wrote Stockholm Syndrome on my whiteboard in big red letters like 3 years ago to try to remind myself that I'm susceptible to this, and I just keep forgetting.

Maybe I can tell myself a few more times to keep looking at that tattoo. Remember why I got these fucking things. They're for me. Reminders of lessons I was supposed to have learned, that one was a bit deeper than the rest, and I don't think I truly understood it at the time at all, but my instincts definitely knew something I didn't.

I took a chance tonight and called my Mom after 11. After the fight. I texted and apologized, said I just didn't know what to do and didn't want to be alone. She talked to me. She advocated for me. She reassured me. She got to be a Mom, and more than that, (in her words) she got to be a friend. And she did a really good job. I haven't felt supported like that since... I don't know when... at least 5 years. I'm sorry, but professional therapists doing it at allotted times for a paycheck just doesn't hit the same as a loved one being there for you when you need it most. You can't really simulate love.

A lot of my trauma was torn open with that. See, having a fight with a friend is one thing, losing a friend is another... having severe traumas relating directly to the acute loss of many friends all at once? when you needed it the most? while you were grieving? I already had PTSD and I developed more PTSD around that one. And tonight ignited that powderkeg.

You know what's nuts? I haven't smoked tobacco since November 2021, not that anyone really fucking cares at all, it's not like I've been smoking an average of a pack and a half of cigarettes every day since I was 17, which was.... 2000-fucking-4, in case that makes it resonate a bit. Barely even acknowledged that I quit cold turkey by those around me. What happened tonight... I started getting that super deep grief feeling. That loss feeling. Like cold and icky, drained, skin ready to crawl, weak, life drained out of you shit. Like death creeping under your skin. I was angry. I was crying. I was remorseful. I was scared. I just looked up the stages of grief, I wasn't far off! XD

I got the most intense urge to smoke. I was saying it out loud to myself. I first wanted to smoke weed, but I was concerned I would freak out, because I have a tendency to. Not with this weird Delta-8 mix, which is a bit odd... I don't know how I feel about it, it's a very strange high. But I typically have much more sensitive emotions and imagination when I'm high. Which is why I like writing when I'm high, or singing, or dancing, or just brainstorming. Or listening to music, omg, it just brings me to tears some times! So invigorating! But I didn't want to amplify this sensation, this feeling. Or "risk" letting other demons out of their cages to play. There was enough damage done tonight. Then I briefly went to "fuck it, I should get drunk". I have hard cider, it's like a year and a half old, but fuck it, it's not like I'd be sipping. But I just don't really like drinking. It gives me heartburn, it makes me gassy and upsets my stomach. Not so much if I drink regularly, but since I haven't in ages, it just wasn't appealing. But then I mentally went to the hookah.

"You know, I could just move this side table over by the comfy chair. I could fill up the vase with water, I could plop some ice cubes in it if I have any in the freezer. I could pack up a bowl with shisha - I still have like 5 flavors in my cabinet. I think I still have Melon Blend and Mime (Mint/Lime), which mix really well. They were my favorite flavors. Then I'd just throw some foil on top, poke the holes in the same pattern I used to do every day. Then throw some coals on the burner that is still sitting on that side table. Heat them up nice and red hot. Plop them on top and just smoke that shit for like an hour." I started reminiscing on the sensation, the head buzz, sinking into the chair. That sleepy glow.

Then I remembered what overdose feels like. Almost blacking out. Shitting uncontrollably. Nausea. Barely able to walk. I did not want to go through that tonight. At all. And honestly, if I had gone through with it, which I was deadly close to doing... I probably would have. I more likely would have than not. So... I'm real glad my Mom called me back. And I'm real glad I didn't cave and really envisioned and engaged with what the experience of smoking would really be like.

If I'm gonna smoke, its going to be a celebration of my new apartment. Not to cope with trauma. Those days need to stay behind me.

I did a tarot card reading today. This is kinda nuts, actually. I haven't done one in a while. I just did a basic 3-card spread and honestly didn't even ask much of a question with it. So it's supposed to kinda be Past, Present, Future. I drew... I think Knight of Swords first slot, for Past. Then Queen of Cups for Present. Then Judgement inverted for Future. If you are into tarot at all, you might understand why this curiosity for the day came back into focus in hindsight. It's pretty damn relevant, I'd say.

I need to have a bit more faith in myself. I've been through worse than this and survived. It's just a bit weirder without my dog, my sweet girl, my best friend. It's much more lonely. She was a very big personality, she was by my side every day. I got an ear tattoo to match her ear tattoo. I miss her a lot. A lot, a lot. So, I guess I know why this is so much harder this time. She got me through the pandemic.

I don't want to hate on Max, who is curled up at the end of my bed having hunting dreams right now, I can feel her kicking in her sleep. She is very affectionate, very friendly, very chatty now and still very playful, even though her back hips are starting to go a bit and her breath is stinky enough for me to be regularly concerned. We're both overdue for doctors visits. She's very sweet, but she just doesn't really connect on the same level as my dog did. Cerry was her name. I feel weird not saying it.

So yeah, the past few months has been a lot of rapid shifting changes. Lost my dog/best friend, reconnected with an old friend, reconnected with old ghosts, rekindled spirituality, rebirthed my career, found a new place to live, regularly fought with and now grew closer than ever before with my Mom (things with her have been going much better overall) and now lost a friend. It's a lot.

And yet, the only thing on my mind? How do I make friends. Fast. Because for. Fuck's. Sake. I'm so tired of being alone. I have been primarily alone since summer 2018. I was alone and had my first like 5 episodes of cabin fever a year before Covid started.

It's time. So... I'm gonna swipe for dates in the town I'm moving to before I go to bed. Fuck the haters. I don't want to date anyone who would judge where I am in life right now, or who I am in life right now. It's actually a good filter for me. And I'm gonna go to the skatepark. For real this time. If it ever stops raining.

I'm hesitant about posting a r4r kinda post on Reddit looking for friends, I haven't had much luck with it. Maybe I'll try Bumble's friend setting? Never tried that. It's a weird concept but I'm just out of fuckin ideas. Let's give it a go, fuck it. Nothing left to lose.

Tomorrow will be a good day, I'll make sure of it. I just need to make sure I get some sleep. Here's to peace, prosperity and good fortune. And good company. Coming soon.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[coonhoundcat]

Schedule It | Villain x Hero Snippet

-I didn't have a plan for this, so it didn't really go anywhere in particular. And I'm okay with that.-

"Woah, there buddy--what are you doing?"

Hero whirled around, aborting their inter-rooftop leap, losing their footing, and nearly careening over the parapet wall anyway.

"Oh GOD-" they jerked back, slipping and scrambling to get their legs under them properly. Failing that, they slammed fully into the roof tile.

With a gasp, they were up on their hands and knees, staring wildly up through a disheveled mane.

A gloved hand appeared in front of their face. The owner smiled, though it looked more worried than anything else. "You alright, bud?"

"Uuuuuuhhh yep! All good!" Hero flushed, recoiling a bit from the offering. "Just- peachy!" They shakily pushed themselves to their feet, only staggering a little on bruised shins. The damage to their brand was a lot worse than anything physical, anyway. They pressed a hand to their burning temple before they remembered- "SHIT- Superhero--" they spun back around to face the far rooftop battle raging on without them- "C'mon-- we've got to help-"

"What? NO. You can't- that's Supervillain."

"Yes! So we've gotta help Superhero!"

A leather-clad hand snapped to their arm, fingers locking around their wrist.

"Absolutely not. What the fuck is wrong with you? They're matched! You aren't scheduled for this!"

"Scheduled? What-" Hero tried to tug away, but the grip tightened. They narrowed their eyes. ".... Who are you?"

The stranger met their gaze. "Villain 98. Who the hell are you?"

The villain's gaze dipped down--lingering--and up again, eyebrows creeping up to their hairline. "Oh shit... they really did add a new one. When did you roll in, Boots?"

"... You're the villain?"

"Yeah? 98. That's what I just-"

Hero socked them in the face.

"HOLY-"

Finally breaking free, Hero ducked a blind swing, and launched themselves at the villain.

Hero's shoulder rammed into their gut, sending both of them staggering. Arms started to wrap around-- they slid under Villain's bear hug, popping out just slightly behind-

And Hero was yanked backwards, dragged by their own cape; fingers dug into their shoulders, their arm, twisting it up and behind their back, forcing them down--

Hero slammed into the floor, on their knees for the second time that night, bent over and panting through the burn. Arm locks fucking hurt.

Villain kept them in place, one hand pressed to the back of the hero's shoulder, and the other keeping a constant, painful angle to their wrist.

"What the hell, Boots? Don't you know what a fucking schedule is? 'Cause I don't remember seeing your name next to mine."

Hero grit their teeth, uncomfortably contorting to glare over their shoulder in a haze of sweat. The sight of blood running down Villain's face was worth it. "What. Schedule."

"Oh... my god. Is this your first day here?" They looked bewildered. "What's your number?"

".... I don't-"

"Fucking hell. Not even from your hometown? What, were you Hero of the Tules? Only had one hero in Sheepsville, Middle of Nowhere? How the fuck did you end up here?"

"... The village counsel was very impressed-"

"Oh. My. God." Villain was wheezing. "You are going to be eaten alive."

Hero looked to the ground, the tips of their ears coloring. They weren't exactly in a good position to argue. It hadn't been a day, and they were already getting far too familiar with the local architecture. The roof-work really needed some renovations. And the city seemed so dark. And hostile, and cold. They shivered. Who were they making proud?

There was a heavy sigh behind them. "Look. You're weak. I'm not the strongest villain here by a long shot-- and you can't even get out of a wrist grab. That being said, you're actually pretty quick. It's almost impressive. You can work with that. If you're not already planning to go make nice with the cows."

".... 'M not going back."

"Good. 'Cause you're actually kind of fun to fight."

Villain released the hold, and Hero fell forward with a groan, immediately bringing a hand up to rub at their abused shoulder and arm.

"Don't do anything else stupid tonight, 'Hero'. Stay out of fights; wait until you get put on a list, please. We do have schedules for a reason."

The hero turned in time to see them whisk off to the other edge of the building, and glance back. "I might even request you as an opponent. I usually go at it with 36.... but I'm not too attached." They gave a last wink, and stepped over the edge.

Hero remained kneeling for a minute, staring. A gust of wind bit through their clothes, sending their cape whipping to the side.

"... Thank you...?"