#not like here in the states where it's just thousands of kinds like I didn't think that was real I figured it was just me but...

[stupidphototricks]

Dwarf tradition, in The Truth. Long quote but there is so much to unpack here.

"A dwarf needs gold to get married." "What… like a dowry? But I thought dwarfs didn't differentiate between--" "No, no, the two dwarfs getting married each buy the other dwarf off their parents." "Buy?" said William. "How can you buy people?" "See? Cultural misunderstanding once again, lad. It costs a lot of money to raise a young dwarf to marriageable age. Food, clothes, chain mail… it all adds up over the years. It needs repaying. After all, the other dwarf is getting a valuable commodity. And it has to be paid for in gold. That's traditional. Or gems. They're fine, too. You must've heard our saying 'worth his weight in gold'? Of course, if a dwarf's been working for his parents, that gets taken into account on the other side of the ledger. Why, a dwarf who's left off marrying till late in life is probably owed quite a tidy sum in wages—You're still looking at me in that funny way…" "It's just that we don't do it like that…" mumbled William. Goodmountain gave him a sharp look. "Don't you, now?" he said. "Really? What do you use instead, then?" "Er… gratitude, I suppose," said William. He wanted this conversation to stop, right now. It was heading out over thin ice. "And how's that calculated?" "Well… it isn't, as such…" "Doesn't that cause problems?" "Sometimes." "Ah. Well, we know about gratitude, too. But our way means the couple start their new lives in a state of… g'daraka… er, free, unencumbered, new dwarfs. Then their parents might well give them a huge wedding present, much bigger than the dowry. But it is between dwarf and dwarf, out of love and respect, not between debtor and creditor… though I have to say these human words are not really the best was of describing it. It works for us. It has worked for a thousand years." "I suppose to a human it sounds a bit… chilly," said William. Goodmountain gave him another studied look. "You mean by comparison to the warm and wonderful ways humans conduct their affairs?" he said. "You don't have to answer that one. Anyway, me and Boddony want to open up a mine together, and we're expensive dwarfs. We know how to work lead, so we thought a year or two of this would see us right." "You're getting married?" "We want to," said Goodmountain. "Oh… well, congratulations," said William. He knew enough not to comment on the fact that both dwarfs looked like small barbarian warriors with long beards. All traditional dwarfs looked like that.* *Most dwarfs were still referred to as "he" as well, even when they were getting married. It was generally assumed that somewhere under all that chain mail one of them was female and that both of them knew which one this was. But the whole subject of sex was one that traditionally minded dwarfs did not discuss, perhaps out of modesty, possibly because it didn't interest them very much, and certainly because they took the view that what two dwarfs decided to do together was entirely their own business. — Terry Pratchett, The Truth

I super love the footnote, of course, but unexpectedly now I kind of want this version of a dowry to be a thing. I mean, the dowries of the bad old days where the man basically bought the woman from her parents, that's not okay. But this.

I'm a parent, and in no way do I feel like my kid owes me for their upbringing, education, or even (I'm anticipating) a few years of post-college living at home. Not at all. I can't imagine not taking care of them or attaching any strings to that care.

But that's not what this is. Really, ideally, it's a way for parents and children to give each other the gift of the child's independence, their autonomy, their adulthood. To officially and tangibly say that their relationship from this point on is no longer parent/child, but something more on an equal level.

For that matter, I imagine the child is free not to have a relationship with their parents any more at all, if they want. No obligation, no guilt. If parents want to be in their kids' lives when they're adults, they'll need to make sure their kids actually like them as people.

Well. I know that our world of humans doesn't work like this. Even if we put a monetary value on what we owed our parents and paid it, we'd still feel obligated to them, at least a little. Even if our kids paid us back, we'd still feel like we had the right to control them, at least a little.

But man. That g'daraka thing sounds wonderful.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob buys a crown that he found in a thrift shop - it's a little tarnished, but under the dust and general grime, it's beautiful.

It's a masculine crown, Hob thinks, because there aren't a lot of stones (and of the jewels there, people must have thought that they were costume, based on their size, hence why it was at a thrift store and not Sotheby's) and the black metal shot through with gold doesn't feel like something a woman might wear.

The crown seems to call to Hob and no one who isn't Hob who holds the crown is impressed by it at all. It's as if all its magnificence is hidden from everyone but Hob. So he cleans it carefully when he gets it home, and when he's done.....he waits until he has a long weekend from classes (he couldn't wait until there was a longer break, he justcouldn't) and puts the crown on.

It fits like it was made for him.

And when he opens eyes that he didn’t realize he closed, the world around him is different......and he's in a beautiful throne room.

And sitting at the top of a set of long steps on the throne is what can only be the king.

I feel like the first rule of "weird objects you find in thrift shops that also might be cursed" is like. Don't Wear Them and/or Ingest Them. But Hob clearly didn't get the memo, so never mind!

Dream (who is, of course, the King) peers down at the human man who's just appeared in his throne room. It's very odd because a) Dream is cursed to be alone in here and b) the man appears to be wearing his crown. He also doesn't seem to have a clue where he is, so he's obviously not a mage. Very strange indeed. Dream hasn't had any company for a few thousand years at this point, so he's inclined to be interested and not to just kill the man. Yet.

Hob, meanwhile, is just trying to get his bearings. He takes in the magnificent throne, the stately arches and the stained glass windows. It all seems pretty real, but also... perfect. Like it's been created in someone's mind and then perfectly translated into reality. It's beautiful. The King is even more beautiful. And he looks at Hob like he's a very interesting kind of feign beetle that just crawled across the carpet.

Hob squares his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and takes the crown off his head. "I think this might be yours?" He ventures, holding it out in his hands. The King blinks, considers, and crooks his finger for Hob to come forward.

The thing is, the crown isn't Dream’s. It's meant to be for his future spouse - the spouse who is supposed to come and rescue him from this curse. And Dream can't help but wonder how a very ordinary man (who trips on the steps up to the throne) is going to manage that?

At this point - he's only too willing to find out.

[skrrts]

challenge up (one-shot) mature!

✧ gn!reader x mingi ✧ he is a famous dj, reader is a guitarist, best friend yunho ✧ genre: non-idol, music festival, first meeting, flirting ✧ word count: 5,4k ✧ warnings: flirting, drinking, suggestive ending, minors dni!

when yunho invited you to join him at a music festival to see his best friend mingi perform, you didn't think you'd somehow end up on stage with the dj and you couldn't quite deny that there was a certain chemistry between the two of you.

a/n: festival mingi but he's a DJ and has all the excuses to jump around on stage. i didn't intend for this to be so long! if you read through all of this, thanks a lot TT i was trying my best to write something more flirty after my fluff drabble for him. short suggestive making-out part at the end (banner for warning), gif is mine

The sky was made from the prettiest shades of red and orange by the time you finally landed in Los Angeles. While the flight hadn’t been too long, starting in New York, it felt like an eternity to you. No matter how many years passed, flying was not something you enjoyed, but the view was breathtaking nevertheless.

When the doors of the plane opened, you sighed as the heat greeted you. You flashed a smile at the stewardess, who was trying to usher all passengers quickly out to the bus that was waiting for them. Leaving New York with a thirty-minute delay must have messed up quite a few schedules.

Once you made it through the checkout, you felt a great relief to see your guitar case unharmed and waiting for you. Ever since you were little and your dad showed you how to play, you loved playing the guitar. Later, sometime after college, you made it your profession. You formed a band with a few friends, and in the past year, you experienced the first smaller proofs of success. For now, you managed to live from it by working at a studio where you recorded guitar parts for solo artists and their projects.

There was no logical reason for why you brought one of your guitars other than that you never left home without one, and this trip was no different.

You were surprised when Yunho invited you to join him for one of the largest music festivals, featuring the biggest headliners of the DJ scene, from electro to more unique genres. Tickets weren’t cheap, but he insisted that his friend got an invitation to play at one of the stages and gifted him two VIP tickets.

You met Yunho a few years ago during a vacation when your car decided to stop working, and he was the handsome and kind stranger who stopped to help you. Since then, the two of you had become good friends, and it was no surprise that he was waiting for you, although you insisted on just taking an Uber to the hotel where both of you booked rooms.

“I’m glad you made it!” he smiled.

You smiled back. “Well, how often do you get the chance to go VIP and behind the scenes at a festival of this level?”

While you longed to perform in front of bigger crowds, you always stayed humble and appreciated the small base you had in the nightclubs where you played.

“I am not surprised to see you brought your guitar,” Yunho chuckled and helped you with your luggage.

“Well, you never know. Maybe I’ll see all those musicians and go wild all night. Which is exactly why I got my own room,” you explained with a playful grin.

As you got into a taxi, you watched how the day slowly ended and the thousands of lights took over the city you had seen so many times in different movies and TV shows.

“Your first time here?” Yunho asked. He really was a sweet guy, and every time you saw him, he seemed more handsome than in your previous encounters. Always caring and curious, thinking of others first.

“Ah, you could say so! I’ve been to a few places in the United States, but never Los Angeles. I guess they’re allergic to more wanna-be artists. Not that I have any ambitions of moving here, you know?”

You sighed. Some believed music was born in particular places in the world, but you did not like that perspective. Yunho seemed to understand where you were coming from.

“I wouldn’t want to live here either, but it’s worth a few visits, especially during specific times of the year. And you’ll have to come back, considering that the festival is a little outside the city. We’ll only come here for the night. Mingi insisted we stay in a hotel and not camp like all the other festival visitors.”

While the idea probably wasn’t the most tempting to many, you couldn’t deny the adventure would have been interesting. But Yunho took over most of the planning, including the hotel, and there wasn’t much left for you to worry about.

Not to forget that mysterious friend he kept talking about. All you knew was that he was Yunho’s best friend since they were kids, and while they had taken very different career paths, it never changed their bond. No, Yunho often traveled with him around the world.

“You know, you mentioned him quite frequently since we met, but how is it that last month was the first time you mentioned he’s a DJ? He must have made some noise if they invited him.”

Yunho seemed a little shy, rubbing a hand against his cheek. “Well, you know how it is. If it’s your best friend, you don’t really think others might consider him a celebrity. I admire his work, but to me, he’s always just Mingi.”

It made sense. Maybe if you had a friend like that, you’d feel the same.

“You just dropped the word ‘celebrity’... I admit, I didn’t really do a deep dive into all those artists, but I couldn’t really find that name on any stage.”

You felt a little silly. Maybe you should have googled him. Surely there weren’t that many Mingis in the DJ scene.

There was a hint of hesitation, like Yunho felt just as embarrassed for never mentioning it before. “Well, he goes by his stage name ‘FIX ON’. He’s super proud of it, so don’t tell him I never told you.”

The moment the name dropped, your mouth fell wide open.

“Wait, he is THE FIX ON? The guy that was on every amazing mixtape this and last summer!?”

Of course, you were familiar with that one. How could you not be? While your music genre was different, you spent a good amount of time at nightclubs before and after your band's performances. There hadn't been an escape from his music.

“Mhm… he is one of the headliners this year, and he’s really proud of it. You see, this was the one festival he always dreamt of performing at ever since we convinced our parents to let us go here when we were seventeen. It’s a big deal for him.”

You blushed, feeling embarrassed for not having figured it out sooner. But it wasn’t just that. If this was such a big deal for Yunho’s best friend, why were you here, a stranger to the DJ?

“How come you asked me to accompany you? Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to be here, really, but it sounds like something more for family or your other friends?”

Yunho chuckled.

“Don’t worry about that. Our other friends are probably glad to escape him because as confident as Mingi is in public and on stage, he gets quite nervous. I thought, if anyone can help with that, maybe it’s someone cool and down to earth like you, who’s familiar with music. Besides, he complained he still didn’t get to meet you even though I mentioned you a few times.”

You couldn’t deny there was a little pressure from all the things you were just told, but it seemed Yunho was counting on you. After being all supportive, how could you not be?

You sighed, followed by a smile.

“Ah, so many compliments. I’m not sure if I can live up to that, but I shall try my best.”

Yunho was quick to smile. “Just be yourself. Somehow, I really feel like you two will hit it off just fine!”

The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, and you were glad to get some time for yourself. You thanked Yunho and wished him a good night since the two of you were going VIP and were supposed to be at the location before most other attendees.

You enjoyed a long shower, prepared the outfit you brought for the first day, and jammed a little on your guitar before finally falling asleep.

You decided to play it safe with your outfit, picking your favorite jeans and a simple tank top, but adorned it with jewelry once you used the strongest sunscreen you managed to buy in the store last night. A pair of sunglasses rounded it up together with the VIP ID that dangled around your neck.

Maybe it couldn’t live up to the fancier outfits you expected many of the festival visitors to wear or the stage performers, but in a way, you were neither of them. If you had to be up all day and night with the sun burning down, you wanted to be comfortable.

When Yunho joined you, he seemed to disagree when you called it boring, complimenting your look. Ironically, the two of you matched well, with him wearing about the same but with a shirt with a FIX ON logo instead of a tank top.

After the two of you had a quick breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant, a driver picked you up, and you quickly learned it was one of Mingi’s managers. If you thought about it, it really shouldn’t be a surprise he had more than one for such a huge event.

Yunho was busy with his phone while you enjoyed the scenery outside. While some might debate whether or not it was breathtaking, you were enjoying every moment of this vacation, and you leaned closer to the window when the large area of the festival appeared. The huge stages in the distance were quite obvious, together with thousands of tents and the familiar shine of an army of caravans for the staff and likely artists to get ready in. The thought of seeing all of this soon filled with so many people excited you.

“What’s the exact plan?”

Your voice seemed to tear Yunho out of his texting session, but he was quick to smile.

“Ah! Mingi has an interview by the time we arrive, so I thought we could look around a little and then meet up with him. While he plays one of the latest sessions, for some reason, they scheduled his fifteen-minute soundcheck as one of the earliest.”

That sounded like a nightmare. Whenever you were playing late at a club, you made sure to sleep in so you’d have the energy to push through and do your best performance. You could only imagine what it must be like to wake up early with the heat of the sun, knowing you were only to perform so late at night.

“He will be okay,” Yunho chuckled. “I just should warn you, he’s probably going to be a little nervous, and with that, he can be a little… tough. Please don’t take it personally or anything, he’s really a sweet guy.”

You leaned in and gave Yunho’s shoulder a gentle poke. “Hey, you said it yourself. You invited me because I know what it could be like. I won’t be pissed about him being nervous before something like a performance of a lifetime. I’m sure we will be fine.”

He was thankful for your playful response, and the two of you thanked the manager, who reminded you to please show up on time, as it would be difficult to get you in afterward.

It was strange to see the festival area without the thousands of viewers you had seen in photos and video clips, but the first day would only open in a few hours with smaller acts before slowly leading to the headliners.

You knew Mingi would play tonight and the same session next weekend, but of course, you’d only be here for the first three days. VIP was exclusive for today with a preferred entrance for the following two days, so you’d get the chance to experience both sides.

Yunho sighed a little, brushing a hand over his forehead after the two of you checked out different setups.

“Hey, let me go and get us something to drink. Why don’t you wait over there in the area with the plants and sofas?”

“That would be great, thanks,” you nodded and watched him rush off.

You found the described area without a problem. It seemed to be meant for the performers to relax, but since this was part of your VIP access, you decided not to worry, especially with most of those people likely not showing up here for some time.

The brown couch was quite comfortable, and you relaxed back, allowing your eyes to close, hand only moving to place the sunglasses on top of your head.

“Why’s it so hot today?” you huffed.

“Perfect weather to heat everyone up. I heard they will spray some water into the crowds later, it will be amazing,” a confident voice answered, and you found yourself sitting up instantly to see who it was.

The first thing you noticed was the bleached white silver hair dancing with the little wind the day offered, a pair of sunglasses on his nose, but his unique features added up well to it. The two moles and the plump lips, which were curled into a confident grin.

He was tall, wearing a top underneath a denim jacket adorned with the FIX ON logo and a good selection of necklaces and rings. The light makeup indicated that he must have just returned from an interview.

While Yunho showed you a few photos of his best friend, in all of them, he looked different, with brown hair and more laid-back clothing. Not that he wasn’t handsome like that as well, but there was something about this hair color that made you swallow hard.

“Is that so? I guess it’s not the worst idea with those temperatures,” you tried to sound casual as you sat up properly.

The DJ didn’t even bother hiding that he was looking at you, and before you knew it, he was sitting down on the free spot next to you.

“It will be an experience! Now, I am sure that I’d remember your face if we had met before. Do you belong to somebody?”

A small grin tugged on his lips, and while he was very obviously hitting on you right now, he was polite and did not get closer, although you could get an even better view sitting so close to him. His muscles are obvious under the tight shirt.

He was taller than you expected; Yunho wasn’t all serious when he said that Mingi was quite a bit shorter than himself. God, they both were handsome! If paired together, there was no doubt others must be looking after them wherever they went.

But this was Yunho’s best friend, and you really should behave unless… there was no harm in a small flirt, was there?

“Well, the event only started, but maybe you just weren’t looking properly?” your voice was playful, and you could see how his grin just grew, likely encouraged by your reaction.

“I really must have been distracted then, but I promise you have my full attention now. I am Mingi. I am performing on the Horizon stage tonight. You should come!”

You pretended to think about it before shrugging.

“I’m afraid I was already invited to watch a performance of somebody.”

There was a hint of disappointment when he listened to your answer, and finally, he leaned in a little. You guessed behind his sunglasses, his eyes caught sight of the VIP ID you were wearing.

“Mh, is that so? Maybe I can convince you to reconsider? I promise you, my show is definitely worth it, and I’m throwing a little afterparty. Lots of drinks, good music, fun people.”

The sunglasses dropped down on his nose, and he looked at you with big dark eyes. This one liked to tease, but you liked it because you also heard how sweet this guy could be. People full of diversity were always your favorites.

“I will think about it,” you winked after taking your sunglasses off.

Mingi smirked. He was about to say something when a stressed-looking woman appeared: “There you are! What are you doing here? Soundchecks start in less than an hour, and we still need to check your equipment!”

The DJ seemed a little annoyed but mostly disappointed, sighing loudly before getting up.

“Duty calls, but I am counting on seeing you later, in the first row, yes?” He pointed at the VIP pass before placing the sunglasses back down.

"I will see.

For a moment, Mingi looked at you as if he wanted to make sure to perfectly memorize you so he would recognize you later for sure before walking off with his manager. You looked after him, surprised he did not even ask for your name.

“Are you okay?” Yunho suddenly stood in front of you, offering you a cool water bottle.

“Your face is all red. Ah, I really thought this spot would offer some more shade.”

You hurried to accept it and shook your head. “Oh no, it’s okay!”

It was only now that you realized you must be blushing. You took a big gulp from the bottle. “Already feeling better! Now, what’s next on the plan?”

Yunho seemed to take your answer as it was and smiled at you. “I would say let’s slowly head to the stage. We can watch the soundcheck, and after that, I will introduce you to Mingi. I just texted him that we arrived, and he’s excited to meet you.”

You chuckled a little to yourself. “So am I.”

His reaction upon realizing it was you would be interesting, but most of all, you suddenly found yourself quite excited to meet him again so soon.

“Please wait here; Mister Song should return from his soundcheck shortly,” the manager said, nodding to the two of you before leaving.

The caravan given to Mingi was cluttered with makeup from an interview, likely outfits for tonight's performance, several bags, and equipment. You made yourself comfortable on the couch that Yunho had cleared.

“Guess this is what success looks like: chaos,” you joked, but couldn't deny it had its charm. While you weren’t exactly the opposite, you always tried to keep the backstage areas tidy to avoid leaving a bad impression.

“I always wondered if that is a personality or an artist trait,” Yunho joked with a quick smile as the door opened and a tall, handsome man stepped inside.

His eyes immediately found his best friend. He dropped his sunglasses and grinned. Before you knew it, the two men met, doing a strange twirl with their heads and giggling like high schoolers. But suddenly, Mingi’s eyes fell on you, and he made the funniest noise.

“You? What?! Yunho!”

Yunho looked a little confused at the DJ, who seemed to be sulking at his best friend.

“What have I done?” he blinked, trying to process what had just happened.

Mingi pointed at you. “Ah! You never told me your friend is hot! Why didn’t you show me a photo?!”

At that moment, he realized you were sitting there, having heard the entire conversation, and his cheeks heated up. It was kind of cute to see him blushing after showcasing his confident side earlier.

“Well, I showed you a video once, the one with the band?” Yunho suggested, looking a little innocent. He was likely thinking about your reaction yesterday upon learning the mysterious best friend was a celebrity.

“Oh… ah!” Mingi cleared his throat, obviously trying to regain his cool while pretending he didn’t just call you hot.

“Nice to meet you! I am Mingi, and I hope this one only told you about my charming sides!”

His voice tried to sound casual, but the blush on his cheeks remained.

You chuckled and shook his hand. “Only pleasant things. Nice to meet you, and thank you for the ticket.”

You lifted the VIP ticket, and Mingi seemed to realize you had come to see HIM perform, the mysterious stranger you wanted to watch.

“You’re very welcome! I’m confident you’ll enjoy the show! The soundcheck was just a very toned-down, rushed version. We will turn this place into a big party, and then we’ll go to the after party. Ah, you two will come, right?”

He forced himself to look from you back to Yunho, who seemed interested how you two seemed suddenly familiar.

“That’s the plan,” Yunho nodded. Mingi seemed pleased with the answer and slowly started to relax.

“It will be worth it. I actually planned most of it myself… with the help of my manager. It isn’t too far from here but enough that we won’t have to worry about privacy. We arranged drivers, so no worries about that. I’ll pick you two up after the performance.”

The door opened again, and a stressed-looking manager returned. “We have a problem.”

Mingi turned around, tilting his head. “What’s up?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Well, Mister Kim just called. His flight was canceled due to poor weather. He won’t make it here in time for the performance.”

You were surprised to see Mingi’s face drop like he had received bad news. Yunho seemed quick to pick up on it, which made sense as the two of them had known each other forever.

“Mister Kim… you mean Hongjoong? I didn’t know he’d come as well?”

It was obvious he was trying to make sense of what exactly it would mean. Mingi groaned softly, covering his face with his hands, likely in an attempt to hide his frustration.

The woman sighed.: “The two prepared a special performance for Mister Song’s newest song, which he intended to show here for the first time.”

There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at Mingi, who shook his head slowly.

“His guitar solo is literally the part that makes it special and different from my other songs, but it can’t be changed… I’ll have to cut it from the setlist. I’d rather not play it than do it with just audio playing. I’m sure I can just shove another song in; I’ll need an hour to change my mix, but that’s fine.”

You felt bad for him. There was nothing worse than preparing for months for a performance only to be forced to cancel a part of it.

While you thought about it, you felt Yunho’s eyes on you. When he wouldn’t stop, you started to get nervous.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

Now everyone was looking at you, making it even worse. You sank a little into the couch as Yunho smirked, which meant things were about to get dangerous.

“Hey Mingi, nobody knows that Hongjoong was supposed to perform with you, right?”

The younger one frowned at his best friend, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. “No, I only announced I’d play two new songs.”

Yunho was pleased with the answer, and before you knew it, he fell onto the couch next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well, let me introduce you then to one of the finest guitarists and rising stars among the rock bands who will play with you tonight.”

“Woah, Yunho! Wait a second.”

You knew you had no chance when the two best friends grinned at each other.

You insisted on doing your hair and makeup yourself while staring at the notes of the song. Mingi donated one of his logo-free jackets to you, promising you looked perfectly fine otherwise. This wasn’t exactly how you liked to go on stage, but a nervous voice in your head told you that maybe like this, nobody would recognize you.

Actually, it was the way to go without freaking out at the thought of performing a song you had never even played along with the other artist in front of around one hundred thousand people who had come to see one of their favorite DJs.

You were happy now about your talent to learn songs quickly. Maybe that was because, during high school, you made some extra cash for college by playing at weddings, which often included requests for songs you didn’t know, and you quickly looked online.

One of the other performers was kind enough to lend you a guitar, and you spent the next four hours going through the song over and over while listening to the audio Mingi sent. The DJ had no time to stay; there were still other appointments before the show that he was forced to attend, but Yunho was the best mental support he could be.

“I don’t feel ready at all,” you sighed deeply while looking at Mingi, who looked stunning. Whoever figured out he should wear fake tattoos for him and advised showing just enough skin to drive every viewer’s imagination insane, good for them!

“Shh, I’ve seen you play several times, and you always nailed it! Just think about that, and before you know it, the one minute and thirty seconds will be over.”

Your friend patted your back while the DJ walked over, taking off his sunglasses to look at you.

“I really appreciate you doing this for me, and I promise, I’ll, like, pay you back somehow,” he mumbled. There was a moment of hesitation before he continued.

“You look really amazing, by the way. No doubt you will steal the show. You know, people always love hot guitarists.” He winked before rushing off to start his session.

Yunho and you stood at the side of the stage, watching as the lights changed and the crowd screamed as Mingi stepped out.

The setup suited him perfectly. The purple and blue lights danced in his silver hair, and the effects on the screen rounded out the remixes and songs he played.

He was incredibly attractive, and if you didn’t have to go out there in less than thirty minutes, you might have found yourself drooling a little.

Mingi wouldn’t stop jumping; he was enjoying himself, and this stage was where he belonged. He kept knocking over his bottles, and you were quite sure there was a moment when his own stage firework startled him a little, which was cute.

The attendees loved the show, and this atmosphere was unlike anything you had ever witnessed.

“Tonight, as promised, there are two new songs I made just for you all here. Are you ready for it?”

It was so cliché; DJs really loved this kind of talk, but it was your sign to get ready.

Yunho showed you a thumbs up, and you were dying inside as Mingi announced you in a similar fashion to how his best friend did earlier.

You were glad you couldn’t see yourself entering the stage on the giant screen, but your stage persona managed to fall in line, and you gave it your all.

It went by too fast while feeling like an eternity. As you finished, your gaze met Mingi’s for a moment, and he gave you an appreciative smirk before asking the crowd for a final cheer as you slipped off.

“That was amazing!” Yunho clapped his hands together while the manager helped you take off the guitar and borrowed in-ears. You flashed her a quick smile of appreciation.

“I hope so… I can’t deny I had somewhat of a blast,” you confessed, and your friend chuckled.

“Good, you deserved it! But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Before you could ask what exactly he meant, Yunho returned to watch his best friend perform for another hour before the three of you left together for the afterparty.

The location was about twenty minutes away, a small group of white tents under the sky, with lighting similar to Mingi’s stage setup. There was a DJ, a fancy large bar with several bartenders, and couches and chairs everywhere.

Around sixty people were in attendance, and Mingi was busy almost the entire time since you arrived, leaving you a little disappointed. At least nobody but Yunho really paid you any attention.

You turned off your phone after the performance when you noticed a wave of notifications coming in, deciding to deal with the aftermath in the morning.

Sure, your friends and bandmates wouldn’t mind it, but no doubt, the press would love to learn how an internationally successful DJ knew this small nightclub guitarist.

After about an hour, you withdrew to the quiet corner of the little setup. It was in the tent furthest from the bar, with an arrangement of bigger potted plants that offered some privacy.

You sat there, finishing off your second drink. It was a nice feeling of the effects of alcohol without being drunk.

“There you are,” it wasn’t Yunho’s voice but Mingi’s.

He still wore the same outfit he did on stage, and it took a bit of control not to stare. Something he caught onto as he grinned, sitting down by your side.

“Sorry for vanishing like that. I learned that if you give people attention in the first hour, they leave you alone for the rest of the night, not only because by then too many drinks distract them.”

“Is that so? Maybe I should make a mental note of that advice for when I get famous,” you casually joked.

“After seeing you play tonight, I have no doubt you will get there, and one day, I will have to be the one politely asking for a collab,” he grinned, and you rolled your eyes.

“Nonsense…”

“Hey, I mean it!” he pouted, but his lips quickly curled into a smile.

“Just give it some time; that’s what I needed too. Five years of hard work, but now I get to travel the world and meet all those people. Though, meeting you today reminded me that it’s nice to have someone who just ... sees me.”

His thoughtful voice made you look at him, and your gazes met. There was something you wanted to say, although you wouldn’t be able to recall later what it was.

Before you could say anything, Mingi leaned in and kissed you.

All on their own, your arms curled around his neck, and you felt his arms pulling you onto his lap, likely seeing the way you kissed him as encouragement.

There was a small gasp as your gazes met for a second. Mingi waited, but you gave him a small nod. If anything, you trusted him because of how he accepted you all day. He was sassy but kind.

You opened your mouth, and his tongue pushed in, twirling around yours. His hand gave your butt in the tight jeans a squeeze, and you gave him a small, playful noise. Sure, the two of you knew there was only so much you could do here, with the risk of anyone walking in, but for a moment, you decided not to care.

His big hand gently tugged on your hair, making your head tilt a little as his lips wandered from yours down to your neck, kissing the spots that were most sensitive. One of his arms curled around your waist to hold you in place as the other slipped underneath your shirt to explore, only a little.

When he felt your breath quicken and your body heat up under his touch, he laughed gently against your skin.

“For somebody as confident, you can let loose rather quickly.”

Your eyes opened, and you grinned back at him.

“Well, only for people who know how to play my kind of music.”

Mingi licked his lips, looking at you in a certain way. The two of you already had taken an interest in each other the moment you met and there was no denial that there was a certain kind of chemistry you shared .

One he wanted to explore.

One you didn’t mind to explore.

“The two of us already had a few drinks and I do not think I am patient enough to get back to the hotel,” he challenged and you already slipped off his lap, grabbing his leather jacket to pull him down into another kiss.

“Agreed. Your manager did leave the car keys with me, in case I’d get tired and wanted to nap… I guess, she didn’t say we can’t rest there together.”

Mingi loved your cheekiness and confidence, bringing your bodies closely together.

“Mh, a break now sounds nice, and there’s a special song of yours I’d love to hear.”

The two of you barely paid a last glance at the location, lips already battling in another kiss as you slipped off to finish this unforgettable night in your own small personal afterparty, safely beyond the locked door of a black car somewhere in the middle of the desert.

[k-s-morgan]

This is a belated post where I wanted to briefly address the outcomes of 2023!

While Ukraine mostly faded from the stage of world's news, unfortunately, the situation didn't get better for my people. Every day Russia kills, maims, and ruins everything it can touch. Every day civilians die from its imprecise missiles, random shootings and artillery, and outright executions. I often see that those living in other countries call this Putin's war, but it really isn't. This is the war sponsored by Putin and his regime, true, but first and foremost, this is the war of Russian people. It's hundreds of thousands of Russian people who arm themselves and go kill our defenders and our civilians. It's Russian people who fire from tanks and other deadly weapons to ruin the Ukrainians' homes, to scorch our land, to leave nothing but destruction instead of cities and villages. It's Russian people who build the missiles, load their bombers, and fly for 5+ hours to direct them at our cities, homes, factories, and even empty fields.

This is me during one of the latest massive attack that took place on January 2. At first, at night, 35+ Russian-Iranian drones bombed us. Then Russian people sent about 100 missiles at us, mainly at my city Kyiv.

Our air defense system managed to intercept the majority of them, but while it sounds like interception is an entirely positive thing, it might have terrible consequences. Because the parts of the missiles fall down randomly. They can kill any human or creature walking down the street; they can collapse on top of a residential building. There is no escape, no way to feel safe even with the best air defense systems surrounding the city. Here's one of many disastrous results of this attack.

Dead and injured people and animals. Damaged and lost apartments.

On December 29, another attack killed over 30 people in Kyiv alone. You can see their faces below. They deserve to be seen and remembered.

This is a short story of just two latest attacks that took place just within one week, just in one city. Imagine how many of them me and my people lived through during the entire year? How many more we will have to experience?

Actually, we lived through another one before I finished writing this post. It happened on January 8, and it killed even more civilians.

I know that there are good, sane, compassionate Russians. I have some relatives among them. One of them, my aunt, can't keep herself entirely silent: she's deeply religious, and a few weeks ago, in a church, she risked saying that killing Ukrainians is bad. Another man told her that she's scum and that if she dares to open her mouth again, he will report her to authorities. The headmaster of a school where my aunt teaches was imprisoned for 7 years for refusing to hold a Z-event among students. Living there must be a torture of another kind, where you are surrounded by zombies who openly promote terrorism and bless missiles sent to kill other human beings. The problem is that sane and compassionate Russians are the minority - the vast majority is happy to either kill us or they support those who kill us. Or they simply don't care, trying to claim that everything is complicated when in reality, there is nothing complicated about it at all. Russia is a terrorist state and the world allows its people and its government to keep being monsters.

Seeing the indifference and impotence of seemingly powerful countries makes me increasingly concerned and depressed. At this point, I don't think I'm simply affected by my experiences: the world is rapidly going to hell, with terrorist countries like Russia being allowed to revel in their blood-thirstiness and the other terrorist countries, like North Korea, or potential offenders like China, observing and taking notes. When a criminal sees that no one is punished for a crime, they escalate. More criminals appear. This is what I feel is going to start happening more and more, until half of the planet is plunged into death and destruction. I'll be so very glad to be wrong.

On a personal note, I lost my most beloved pet pigeon Daikiria in 2023. I love her and miss her so much that I still cry whenever I think of her. In turn, I acquired a red nightmare of a rabbit who eats everything, including my feet, and two more pigeons. Taking care of them brings me joy - I only hope that my effort will actually benefit them.

Here's a pigeon that I named Noveria the day I found her, in a video I made for my vet. Attacked by a cat, bleeding all over, with broken ribs and a missing piece of her wing, with no tail:

Here is she now. She is feeling much better, although unfortunately, she got sick because of her weakened immune system.

My kitties continue to be adorable dorks. Here's me sleeping with my cat Tom after one of the attacks - he's really scared of loud sounds, so he sleeps like a rock afterward, just like me.

My family stays strong, and I hope we will remain to be so.

Writing stories remains a huge source of relief and distraction to me, and your support, love, and care give me strength even when I feel like I'm about to run out of it.

Thank you to those who support me on Patreon and give me a chance to have a safety net shielding me from some of the horrors and insecurities - thanks to you, I can rest sometimes when I would have to work instead; I can afford some more distractions and to write more as a result. Thank you to those who leave comments, kudos, asks; thank you to my friends who never fail to message me with questions about my well-being. I love and I appreciate you tremendously, and despite all my fears and worries, I hope that we will get to see a better future still.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

The Anesthetic Never Set In

GIF by femaledaily

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 5

Angst with a happy ending, Injuries, Exes. Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 1.6k

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

Captain Marvel walks back into her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction, "I know you’re in here, who are you? Who sent you?" she warns the intruder.

She turns the lights on to find you, supporting all your weight on the kitchen counter. Her brows furrow in confusion, "You?" Her tone is displeased, but not quite angry.

"I didn't know where else to go," you mumble back, she feels a little embarrassed she felt threatened by her ex, "trust me, I would rather die than ask for help," you say through gritted teeth, trying to keep the pain from taking over you.

She remains standing by the doorway as she takes in your state, your whole body is scattered with bruises and cuts, and you are clearly bleeding out of somewhere, "So you came to me?"

"Thought I'd let you kill me instead, I know you've been waiting a long time to do that," you joke.

"That's a lot of blood." She quickly walks over to help you.

"I was thinking the same thing, but then, I wasn't sure if it's mine," you slur in your loopy state, suddenly feeling lightheaded, and letting your body fall onto Carol.

"It is definitely yours, come on," she assures as she takes you to the small medical room Fury forced her to set up if she ever wanted to have Kamala on board again.

She lays you down on the bed and begins patching you up, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing, I’m fine," you quickly bite back.

 "Wanna try that again?" she coaxes as she wraps up a deep cut in your forearm.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Later, then." The atmosphere isn't awkward or bitter, she's just trying to help you like she would any of her teammates.

She finally lifts your shirt to address the source of your heavy bleeding, after disinfecting it, she realizes you're gonna need stitches, "I don't have any anesthesia, sorry." She does the job as fast and careful as she can to minimize your discomfort, but maybe she enjoys inflicting pain on you a little, if only because it's necessary.

She finishes cleaning up the rest of your wounds and lets you rest for the night, though you find it difficult to sleep in the dismal room.

The next morning, she comes to you at 6:30, and you're already awake, "Missed me?" you snark, feeling slightly better.

Carol gives you an eye roll, it seems her kind energy was all spent the day before and she has no more left, "I need to know where to drop you off."

To be honest, you hadn't thought this far ahead, "I don't know, where are you going?"

"On my way to New Asgard."

"I'll come with," you respond without even considering it.

She crosses her arms, "Aren't you banned from entering?"

You had forgotten about that small detail, "That's none of your business." Turns out if you ghost a King, they don't like it when you try to visit their land again, you learned that the hard way.

She puts her arms up in fake surrender, "Fine, we land in 10 hours, you'd better be able to walk by then." This isn't how she imagined reuniting with you would be, but alas, she begins to leave.

"Hey," you blurt out making her turn on her feet, there's a sparkle in her eyes that you're too drowsy to notice, "do you have, like, food?"

She sighs, "Sure, I'll bring something down for you."

After a few minutes she brings your favorite, you don't know if it was on purpose, or if she even remembers, but it makes you all fuzzy inside.

Hours later you hear the ship's voice announce the prompt arrival to New Asgard, so you make your way to the entrance, groaning and limping with every step. Carol is already there, all suited up and ready to go.

She gives you a once over, you're bleeding through your bandages, and her dubious stitch work is showing under your shirt, "You don't have to come, I can take you to the Avengers compound later, I’m sure Fury will let you back in," she hesitates, feeling somewhat responsible for you now.

"I would rather die twice than go to the Avengers," you groan.

"Yeah, well, Valkyrie is not gonna let you set foot in New Asgard, and I’m not letting you die on my ship, so just wait a few hours, then you can be Fury's problem." You deflate slightly, accepting defeat, "There’s more food in the fridge if you can make it to the kitchen," she snarks.

"Thanks." It's not just about the food, she's gone out of her way to help you, to care for you, you didn't expect even a fraction of what she's doing when you first arrived.

You watch Carol exit and wait for the door to close before dropping on the couch, succumbing to the pain, eventually drifting off to sleep.

You wake up to Carol cursing from the control panel, "Keep it down," you mumble instinctively.

She comes out to stand in front of you, "The engine isn't starting, we're stranded."

"We're not stranded, this is basically your second home."

"You're right, I’m not stranded, you are," she asserts with a cocky smirk, you look up at her with exhausted eyes.

She takes some pity on you, knowing you aren't in a position to be of use. She goes back down to get help, and re enters with The King of New Asgard following her closely while you remain rotting on the couch.

Valkyrie glances at you from the corner of her eye, and her features immediately turn to disgust as she tries her best to ignore you. She tails Carol down to the engine to see what the problem is.

The next time you wake up, you're cruising somewhere in space, it looks like they fixed the ship, and you didn't have to piss Valkyrie off by existing near her any longer.

Your body feels different, so you try to figure out why. All of your bandages are a lot cleaner than you remember, seems Carol took advantage of your nap to change them.

Upon noticing you're awake, The Captain brings breakfast to the couch, she sets a tray on the coffee table as you fight for your life to sit up.

"Didn't you also date Valkyrie?" you ask, breaking the silence.

Carol chuckles, "I wouldn't call what you did 'dating,' but yes, briefly."

"Twinsiesss," you exclaim out of nowhere, making Carol scrunch up her nose.

"Don't use that word, only Kamala can speak to me like that."

"When did you become such a hard ass?"

"That's not it, I just don't like young people lingo."

"How old do you think I am?"

"I know how old you are!" The playful banter helps you both feel a lot more at ease with each other.

"What happened to us? We were so good together," you muse in a more serious tone.

"We were terrible together," she counters, still with a smile on her face.

"That is not true, we had fun!" you bargain.

"Not everything is about fun."

You take a sip of your coffee, "Come on, you never miss me?"

"Nope."

"Never ever?"

She bites her lip, "Maybe sometimes it gets lonely up here."

"Would you say you get bored?"

She scoffs, "My job is way too interesting,"

"Your job of punching bad guys?"

"My job of saving galaxies!"

You side eye her with a grin, "Is that on your resume?"

"Perhaps." She returns your cocky look.

"Right next to 'great strap game'?" you tease, she playfully elbows you right on your stitches, "Ow, what the hell!" you scream in real pain.

She covers her gasp with her hand, "I’m so sorry!"

"Are you trying to make it look like an accident?" you snark through the discomfort.

"It's your fault, don't make sex jokes."

"What a prude, it's not even a joke, I could ask Valkyrie, and we could take a vote."

"Oh, please, you'd be toast before you even set both feet on the ground," Carol changes the subject, "what did you do to her, anyway?"

"Nothing!"

"She can't even bare the sight of you because you did 'nothing'?"

Suddenly, you shrink, "She wanted things to get serious and I didn't," you clear your throat, Carol raises her eyebrows prompting you to continue, "so I stopped picking up her calls," you slur.

"Why on Earth would you do that?" she scolds you.

"Because I couldn't get over you." It comes out as a whisper.

After a moment, Carol gets up to put the dirty dishes on the sink. You slowly follow to help her, you're more than struggling, but you feel like you must give back in some way.

"I really didn't want to come to you, there's just something comforting about your ship. I mean, I'd rather not be bleeding out of multiple parts of my body, but if I have to, this is a nice place to do it."

"I’m sure your blood is scattered on every surface of this place," Carol smiles, reminiscing about all your past missions together.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." She knows it’s not your fault being human.

"I was reckless, but I’m not anymore," you assure her.

"So, what exactly happened to you?"

You suck on your teeth, avoiding eye contact, "I was reckless." She decides not to push the subject further.

"Did you?" she pries, turning around after she finishes doing the dishes, "Get over me?"

"I—no," you admit bashfully.

"I don't want to kill you, you know?" she hesitates, "I don’t blame you for what happened to us."

"That's nice to hear." You hope deep in your heart that she means it.

She gently holds your hand, "It just wasn't the right time, but maybe it is now."

[cypherscript]

Comic Con-versation

Had this little blurb idea while I was mowing at work, I seem to get these a lot while doing that...

This comes from the idea that during the episode Reign Storm, when Pariah Dark rips Amity Park from the land of the living it's not quite put back into its right dimension which ties into Reality Trip when Danny finds out there's a comic book series about him that heavily goes into his backstory to his dread. The universe? DC where Danny Phantom is essentially the same level as DC is here.

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The Justice League was currently called into a meeting, not that is was a new thing for Billy aka Shazam. What WAS a new thing was that Constantine, workaphobic/smokeaholic Justice League Dark member, was the one to call in the meeting. Billy gets deposited by the zetatubes and sees some familiar faces around the table; Batman, Nightwing and Red Robin on one side while Flash and Kid Flash/Impulse sat across from them adamantly talking. Constantine stood by the projector controls with huge stacks of comics, newspapers and magazines.

One of the comics catches Billy's eye; a young man in a hazmat suit looking into a screen that loops onto him watching the screen titled Masters of All Time. He quickly flies over and snatches it from the pile, "Awesome! I didn't know we were aloud to bring comics up here. I've been meaning to catch up on this series." He kicks up his feet and starts reading.

Constantine gives a tired look at Shazam, "You mean to tell me that you know this series? I've just spent that last bloody three weeks studying this bollocks."

"Of course, who doesn't know about Danny Phantom?!"

The remaining league walks in at that point as Batman, Nightwing and Flash raise their hands. Impulse flashes over and reads them in a second.

"Dude that's so crash, these are CLASSIC~. Dad had an incomplete set that he gave me for my birthday. Oh dude! Reality Trip, I remember this one; Danny, Sam and Tucker are chased-"

"HEY! Spoilers!"

"Sorry."

"Constantine if you can just start the meeting about why we're here?"

"Right. As Shazam said; this is a comic book series about a ghost themed superhero. Sorta like Deadman but not magical." Constantine types into the console and brings up multiple pictures of Danny Phantom's scenes from the book. "The comic book series has been running for nineteen years, it's had multiple adaptations and crossovers. Thousands of roleplaying accounts across multiple social medias, millions of enjoyers of the media across the globe."

"How is this a problem for us," Aquaman asks as he flips through one of the comic books. "It's fictional."

"Yes and no." John presses a key and a real life picture of a town comes on screen."

"Holy Geez! Is that Amity Park?!" Red Robin exclaims as he takes over a personal console and makes a 3D render of the city, rotating and zooming until he finds a brick building with a heaping monstrosity of metal atop of it with a sign stating Fentonworks. "It's real..."

Batman looks at Red Robin calculatingly, "I wasn't aware you partook in that kind of media."

"It's a guilty hobby."

Constantine clears his throat, "It appears real. This city didn't exist four months ago and not just that." He pulls up an actual picture of Danny Phantom in the flesh, "This has magical bullshit written all over it and the only thing to explain it is a Tulpa. All of the evidence points to it; millions of thoughts based on one subject, it suddenly appears out of nowhere and there wasn't a blip on our systems."

"Is a tulpa that much of a problem," Wonder Woman asks as she looks over the pictures of Phantom and Amity Park."

"It can be difficult; seeing how this character's powerset changes more than Supe's does and he's just as strong. The problem is if it's NOT a tulpa and the comics are prophetic."

"Why," Batman asks straight to the point.

Constantine looks through the stacks of comics and pulls out two of them; one with a black gauntlet wearing a green skull ring taking up the front page and the other a grim scene of a large blue skin version of Danny Phantom with fire like hair standing amidst skulls and ruin buildings.

"This first one is about a King of Ghosts ripping the city from their plane of existance, he manages to defeat him in single combat and return his city to his world. Sound familiar?" John gestures at the images of Amity Park. The second is where the problem comes from; this is an evil version of the stories hero, corrupted after the lose of his family. He destroys his world with Amity Park being the only remaining city."

"Ok," Flash asks bored as he flips through the comics.

"Ok? Ok?! It's not bloody ok. It hasn't happened yet but other things have happened exactly as they did in the comics!" He pulls up videos of Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton being split apart and a satellite feed of a massive armored vehicle firing at something that can't be seen.

"The next part is Doomsday! Those two events happen directly after the city is ripped from its dimension and dropped into this one. We all die! Dark Danny comes back in time to reassure his future, we have to stop this."

The Justice league shares a look as Constantine keeps ranting about the incoming apocalypse from a comic book.

"Constantine when is the last time you had a vacation?"

[sugawhaaa]

YEOSANG FANFIC

Dead city::chapter 1

✩°｡⋆⸜₊˚⊹Opened wound

Warnings:: being chained (?) Yeosang gets mad really quickly and yells a lot

Genre:: angst, slow burn,

Synopsis::when on a trip to an abandoned city to take photos you come across a strange man tied in mountains of chains. After conversing with him you become empathic and want to help this man.

A/N::this is my first time writing smth kind of angsty, not like a love story. Yeosang is just a random man and your just a random girl/person (it's never said the gender but it's implied a few times that it's a woman)

Story note!! This is a mixture of the halateez lore and my own ideas. It's not really a lovers type of thing yet it's just an imaginative story :3

An abandoned and decaying wasteland of a city surrounded you. The only thing you could see for miles was a gray sky and desolate buildings. You held your camera up, snapping photos of these abandoned buildings and old materials around. You then stumbled upon a hat, a fedora. It was in rather good condition in comparison to the dead city. You take a photo of it and squat down to get the perfect shot of it. You stand up and look at the clear image on your camera.

You continue to walk through the city as you look through the images on your camera before stumbling upon a strange building. There was a clear pathway to walk up to it so you decided to follow it. As you walk along the path you look around the city. Abandoned houses with the curtains still blowing in the wind, broken glass from the window. What appeared to be a gas station with wires hanging in the window, the white walls stained with dirt.

You finally got to the entryway of the strange building and after looking at it for a while you realized it was an old stadium. You climbed up the steps cautiously as you held your camera that was around your neck. Once you entered the stadium there was a blank area in the center, a large oval shape with thousands of seats surrounding it. You turned on your camera again and snapped a few shots. As you did so you couldn't help but sense someone's presence. You look around the abandoned stadium before turning back to your exploration.

As you climbed up the rows of seats you heard a strange sound. The sound of metal being dragged on the ground. You turn to look all around you but the sound stops. You tread carefully over to where you heard the sound. The sounds started again and you concluded that it was the sound of someone dragging chains on the ground. You turn one of the corners to see a man.

He was dressed in dark blacks and browns. His clothes ripped and his hair was damp. Your jaw drops in shock and horror as you see the chains wrapped around his body. On each of his hands was a thick metal clasp with thousands of chains on each clamp. He had two massive chains wrapped around either side of his chest creating an X shape. His ankles didn't have nearly as many chains, about three on each ankle.

You look up from the chains to his eyes. They're full of cold rage. He looks like a beast that's about to pounce at any moment. You don't know what to say to him. You'd never seen anyone in a situation like this before.

"C-Can I…" you try to come up with something to say but he just continues to analyze you in disgust. His eyes then land on the badge on your chest. He steps back and grits his teeth, his fists clenched. "I'm not here to hurt you," you warn him, extending a hand out to him before stopping. He steps back again and gets into a defensive position. He grunts in response, hearing your words but not trusting them. "I'm just a photographer," you explain as you hold up your camera with one hand. His eyes dart over to the camera then back to your face.

He continues to judge you, whether to think of you as prey or predator. "Do you have a name?" You ask before setting your camera down. The man turns his head confused as he glares at you.

"Yeosang," he states in one clean tone. He then slowly sits down, landing in a puddle of water from the constant rain in the gloomy city. Your expression softens as you squat down to his level.

"Yeosang," you repeat, trying the name on your own tongue. "How long have you been here, Yeosang?" You ask as you keep a good distance from him.

"Months…maybe years," he explains with hesitation in his voice. It seemed like he hadn't talked to someone in a while. It was like he had to think of how to make the words come out of his mouth. Your face contorts in confusion.

"If you've lived for so long all chained up you must be receiving help of sorts," you think to yourself and Yeosang doesn't speak. "Someone has to be giving you food and water or something," you look up at him, awaiting his response. He turns his head with a grunt.

"I hate…them," he says with weakened eyes. You move closer to him to comfort him but he just jumps back, kicking up his knee to his chest as he sits on the cold concrete.

"Sorry," you sigh before looking up at him again. "Who are they?" You ask genuinely and he takes a deep breath.

"Government," he replies with anger. "Government is all I know," he says with a slight shake to his voice. He seems to be frustrated with the amount of words he can say. He needs to tell you more but he can't. He hisses under his breath and grabs a fist full of his chains.

"That's okay, that's a good start," you reply, nodding your head. "Do you know why you're here?" You ask another question. He seems triggered by the question. It seemed you were poking at a mental scar that hadn't fully healed yet. He just grunted and turned away from your gaze.

"Hala," he replies coldly. Your eyes widen at his words. Hearts awaken, live alive. It was the quota of an underground organization that strived to overthrow the government.

You look at him surprised and his shell instantly hardens again. "Go away," he growls as he sees the hesitation in your eyes. "If you don't like Hala, leave," he hisses. "I don't want your help!" He stands back up again and you jump back in fear. He looks down at your expression, your eyes shaking and your body low to the ground, crying for help. Yeosang instantly softens again. You reminded him of his younger self, in a similar position, crying to the ground. His breaths increase and he turns away from you. His chains rattled as he moved.

You sit there, trying to process everything. You grab your camera and make sure it's unharmed.

"Were you part of Hala?" You ask softly as you hold the camera to your chest. You watch Yeosangs back rise and fall as he takes a deep breath.

"I am a part of Hala," he corrects you. He didn't want to think of Hala as something of the past. They were still living, he would find his members, they'd win in the end.

"Right," you nod your head and keep a safe distance from him. You watch as he sighs, his body relaxing. "Are you hurt?" You ask, nothing red marks on his bare arms and back.

"No," he responds quickly and you sigh. You know he's lying but you can't just hold him down as you inspect his wounds.

"Do you want to be…free?" You ask. It seemed like a pretty obvious question. Of course he wanted to be free. He was chained up for so long he forgot how to speak and interact with humans. But deep down you know he's thinking something else as well.

"I…" he pauses before turning back to look at you, sitting in front of you again as the two of you talk. "I want to get out of these," he holds up his chains. "I want to see my family again," he explains, referring to Halateez. "But, I don't know where to begin. If I get out, where do I go?" He looks down at the concrete beneath the two of you.

You nod as you listen to him. He definitely needed to vent a lot. He hadn't seen a human in potentially years and the mental toll this whole situation would've taken on him. He has been chained up, forced to watch the city of life in the distance while starved and alone."What would I eat? Who would I talk to? When you asked if I wanted to be free, you were talking about my chains. I don't want to just be free of these, I want to be free of this world. I want to escape," he explains with a determined look. You nod, understanding his predicament.

"I have only one more question," you look up at him with sympathy. He node gently, telling you to continue. "What did you do to get caught? How did it all happen?" You ask. You know you're pushing boundaries a little but you really wanted and frankly needed to know. He turns to look away from you again.

"It's complicated. Hala had enough of the government and started a serious rebellious act. We hacked into the government's programs, ambushed them, broke thousands to millions of laws and it started working. People started second-guessing the government and we were heading in the right direction. One kid escaped from one of the schools that the government-owned but once they found out he had left because of our influence, they went crazy," he begins to tell his story, your eyes watching him as he explains it. "Groups of officials were on our case before capturing us one by one. The first time one of the members of Hala was captured we promised him we'd come back for him," Yeosang then sighed looking up at the sky. "But he still waits for us," Yeosang then clenches his jaw and looks in the distance to the city. "He's so close. Right there. Tied up in cords in a lab but he's alive," Yeosangs eyes fill with rage and determination.

You have to sit and think for a moment, processing his story. "I know you don't understand but I need him. I need to fulfill my promise," Yeosang stood up, his back turned to you. You watch as he stares often in the distant city of life. You sigh. You want to free him but he was a criminal and you were a goody two-shoes who always followed commands without question but lately, you've been second-guessing the government and its system.

"I want to free you…I really do but I don't even know where to start and…I could die if I set you free and then go back to the city," you explain sincerely. He sighs as you stand to your feet again. "But I'll be back tomorrow. I need to know more," you explain as you walk to stand in front of him. "I'll be back," you smile and he huffs, turning his head.

"It makes no difference to me," he turns back to hide in the shadows. He sits in his pile of chains as he watches you walk off. You become one with the fog as you run back to your house. Once you're out of his view he yells and hits the bleachers next to him. He was so close to escape but so far.

[night-market-if]

Spoiler Ask

So I'm going to address it all here under the cut because I've gotten a few asks in that are pretty similar and I'm sure I'm going to get more. So I thought instead of answering the same thing over and over, I'd just do a response below. Warning, spoilers for the end of book 1.

Full disclosure. I am sick. We are going through a lot of family things at the moment. My patience is probably thin.

For everyone that says MC is already too forgiving of Milo. Milo has not even come into the story yet. You've only observed memories of him. If you feel like you need an inner dialogue to tell you how angry you are over this "betrayal" or "death", I don't know what to say here. Because MC is literally just observing things at the moment. Any options that have been put forth to comment on Milo and what has happened, have been more to lay ground work and to also give a scope of the type of emotions that will be offered in the game. But literally, Milo has not even shown up yet into the story in a real capacity. So please stop sending me asks about how you are upset that MC has "forgiven" him because there has literally been no real interaction between Milo and the MC.

As for this betrayal and death thing. I am going to state this now for those who aren't going to like where my story is going so you don't need to read if you don't want to. As the Night Market, you knew you were going to die. You gladly came down and wanted to experience death. You looked at what Milo (a non magic user) was doing, and said "hey, this would be a cool experience" and then you came down here. So, yes, you are going to feel the full range of emotions that come with it. But you are also going to need to take some personal accountability for your actions. That is what is going to be explored in this book. An entity that didn't realize what emotion actually meant, came down thinking it wasn't going to be a big deal to die, and it turned out it was a big deal. A big fucking deal, in fact and that by doing so, they actually hurt people they loved. So, don't forgive Milo. I'm not forcing anyone to. But, I will not be writing an MC that puts all the blame on him. Because guess what? The Night Market would have died if he didn't do what he did. So, everyone also saying that he killed the MC? No, he literally saved the MC and billions of people. And I don't care what way you spin it? One person is never worth a billion souls. And with the MC being someone that literally cut themselves open over and over again to save most of the people living within the world, I would think they would probably not be too keen on Milo sacrificing them so they could die together in some bullshit Romeo and Juliet act.

Now, I am all for exploring how an MC comes to terms with the feeling of betrayal along with the feeling of needing to take responsibility. I am all for exploring an MC that goes "holy shit this emotion thing is way bigger than I thought and I'm angry and confused". I'm there for it. I'm excited to write it. But, I will not be writing a willfully ignorant MC that doesn't take into account that they did this to themselves as well. And yes, if you choose to not acknowledge it in game, others are going to acknowledge it for you. If you want to not read because you can't become a villain, rock back and forth in a corner and weep, or violently get mad at someone who saved the world? That's cool. I'm not offended by someone not reading it. Anyone coming into my ask box and saying "I just am not going to read now because you aren't doing xyz" I wish you a good night and hope you find something else for you because there are thousands of stories out there.

I am not interested. Nor will I ever be interested. In writing a story where I add to the plague of ignorance that is this world. Aren't we kind of all struggling enough with that in our own lives? MC is a being of compassion. They will always be a being of compassion. That is going to shift and change based on circumstances and there are going to be moments where that compassion can fall into question. When it comes to Milo, it is going to be a messy bit of confusing emotions because there is so much more than just the black and white strokes of "OMG he killed me" that seemed to be the rhetoric on here. Now, you don't want his character around? Alright. Other than when you have to see him for Gatekeeper purposes, you probably won't.

To all of you guys complaining or sending me ask after ask stating how you don't like what I am doing. I am going to tell you this and it will not ever change. If you don't like reading this, then don't read. I am not here to write a story for you specifically. You don't like the direction of a work and can't ever broaden your scope of fiction to give it a shot? Then please don't. But to have this kind of messages coming through when literally we are a chapter in? Seriously. The instant gratification is bullshit. I'm going to suspect this is coming from the younger half of my audience who is way too accustomed to a confirmation bias internet algorithm and who has had a very small scope of real life. This is of course not all of the younger crowd but it's starting to seem like a pretty good amount.

I love having conversations with everyone. My discord is always open but most of you anons hide because you are far too scared to come at me with your user name or engage in a conversation feed where more than just me can answer. I mean, you guys send me asks, citing others user names, to call them out through me. It's laughable at this point.

I love having discourse with all of you but I'm not going to keep answering the same thing over and over again and justifying my work when it doesn't need to be justified. This is a small little bit of fiction in a vast sea.

If I sound pissed, it's because I am at this point. And I'm sure I'll get more asks in that are stating they are jumping ship or that they are disappointed in me or what not. I'll delete them and move on with my evening.

To all of you who are here for the ride and just want to experience what I'm writing? Thank you. Fiction is just meant to be a form of entertainment. I am not writing anything profound. To anyone that is looking for something more, move on. I'll see everyone who wants to get mad or saying I'm too harsh, in my inbox, I am sure. Thank god you can block anons.

[ran-rindouhaitanis-wife916]

Hey, so I really liked your most recent post, and I was wondering if you could do a fem reader that's in the mafia x Rindo, Ran, Hanma, and Mikey and like they see her "take care" of someone who screwed her over woth money on a deal or something I hope this makes sense 😄 have a good day/night 😊

Omg yes, I love this idea a lot sorry it took me so long to get back to you anyways lets now waist any more time

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Female reader that's in the mafia

fandom:Tokyo revengers

Characters include: Ran, Rindo , Mikey  and Hanma

Warnings include: Swearing and mentions of death 

‐---------‐------------------------------------------------------------- Ran: When he found out you were in the Mafia and like your dad's right-hand man or women in this case, he was surprised but he got over it quickly but the first time he saw you “take care” of someone was completely different.

“Two hundred, three hundred and four hundred....MOTHERFUCKER”

You yelled as you counted the money that your usual dealer gave you, noticing that he was short a hundred thousand. 

Ran had heard your yell from outside the door while he was talking to your dad. He’ll admit he was scared only because he had NEVER in all the time of knowing you had he heard you yell like that, Ran’s train of thought was stopped when he saw you walk out of the room with a gun in your hand and a very scary glare on your face, you had walked past him and out of curiosity he followed you to see where this would go.

You both had walked outside to the guy's car where he was standing texting on his phone.

“Hey dumb Fuck!” You had yelled at the guy, and he looked up at you and immediately looked terrified, he tried to run away at first, but you had shot him in the leg, he immediately fell to the ground and screamed in pain. 

“Did you really think that you could get away with shorting me cash in there, cause you're a fuckin idiot if you did?” You said while kneeling down in front of the man on the ground.

“No, I swear I just didn't have the full amount I swear I can get it to you though please don't hurt me I'm sorry” The guy said as he trembled in fear. 

“You could have just told me and we could have worked something out but you just tried to walk out of here and not have to fully fulfill your end of the deal, you know that's not how I do business, and now how am I supposed to trust you not to pull some shit like that again you had one chance and you fucked it up sorry not sorry dude.” You said as you pointed your gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

“HARU CLEAN THIS UP!” You yelled at your assistant, and he was already there standing next to Ran with everything he needed 

“That was kind of hot.” Ran said as you turned around and let out a light laugh “of course you would think that's hot you fuckin werido.” you said as you gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away with him following you soon after.

—--------------------------------------------------Rindo: When Rindo found out you were in the mafia with your dad he thought you were going to betray him at some point, but you didn't, and he trusted you after a while of dating you and you trusted him but the first time, he saw you “Take care” of someone was a shock to him.

You and Rindo planned to hang out at your house that day but 20 minutes before he got to your house your dad had informed you about a guy, he had captured that hurt your little sister Yuna and wanted you to make him regret what he had done and of course you had agreed.

About 20 minutes later you were done and about to finish the guy off, but you had not heard the garage door open, so you had continued what you were doing and put the gun into the guy's mouth and pulled the trigger and killed him.

 When Rindo saw the guy’s state he was in absolute shock your dad had brought him into the garage to “show him how we handle things” he then saw you shoot and finish the guy off he wasn’t disgusted or scared it just shocked him but he should have expected this I mean you're in the mafia what else did he expect, His train of thought was interrupted by you calling his name his eyes had looked to your scared and concerned ones.

You were scared of what he would think of you now that he had seen what you were capable of, but you didn’t see fear or disgust on his face. All you saw was shock and of course that was to be expected.

“I'm sorry.” Was all you said to him and looked down to the tiled floor now that you guys had come inside. 

“For what I'm just shocked that you're capable of that but nothing like that could make me love you less I promise.” Rindo said while pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

“Aww Rinrin that's so sweet, here let me clean this blood off and then we can watch a movie in my room ok.”You said while walking to the kitchen sink.

“Ok” Rindo said as he let you grab his hand and drag him to your room after washing your hands and all he could do was smile because he knew now for sure that he was in love with you and he's pretty sure you feel the same way. 

—-------------------------------------------------Mikey: Like Rindo, he was shocked that you were in the mafia, but he got over it quick. All he cared about was your safety and made sure you would never leave him, but the first time he saw you “take care” of someone, he was kind of proud.

You and Mikey were cuddling in your room watching a movie when your dad had come in and asked you to help take care of a traitor that was at the house trying to get info and you had said yes but the take care part peaked Mikey's interest because why would you take care of a traitor so he asked you if he could come with you he was happy when you had said yes.

When you both had went downstairs and out the garage door Mikey's eyes immediately went wide when he noticed the bloody screaming man tied to the chair right in front of him, he had shut the door behind him and stayed where he was standing as he saw you walk off towards your dad who was holding a gun out towards you.

You had taken the gun from your dad's hand and walked up to the man in the chair, raised the gun and pulled the trigger, after that the screams had stopped, you then handed the gun back to your dad and turned back to Mikey only to see he had a small smile on his face, it honestly freaked you out a little.

 you walked up to him and asked if he was ok.

“Ya I'm just a little proud you were able to do that, all it means to me is that you can protect yourself if needed.” he said while looking at you.

“Well, ya I guess that makes sense.” you said as you had started to walk back inside with him.

“Ya, now can we go back to cuddling in your room? I'm tired.” He said while grabbing your hand and dragging you back to your room.

“Of course, when can Manjiro.” you said as you walked with him stopping to give him a light peck on the lips and continuing back to your room.

—-------------------------------------------------‐ Hanma: When he found out you were in the Mafia with your dad he was like ‘ok’ he was fine with it honestly it didn't even come as a shock to him you were confused but moved on after that and when he saw you “take care” of someone he wasn't fazed at all.

You had invited Hanma to go with you to a fancy party your dad wanted you to go to and he had nothing to do so he said yes, when you guys got there, he noticed how you had seemed to be looking for someone.

When you had found said person you told Hanma that you would be right back and left to talk to a guy at the bar, Hanma had followed you out of curiosity when you had left with the guy.

You both had went out the main room and outside to the alleyway behind the building you had suddenly pulled a gun out of the back of your waistband and shot the guy in the back of the head having him fall to the ground and bleed out Hanma’s eyes had widen for a sec but then he just blew it off and went back to where he was originally.

When you came back and acted like nothing happened, he just smiled and kissed you on the side of the head and told you he loved you.

[hauntedwitch04]

can you please do a plus size reader insecure with dean winchester?

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Dean Winchester x plus size!Reader 

Words: about 2.1k words 

Warning: saddy sadness, and some allusion to sexy times since we are talking about Dean so they are obviously there.

Author’s note: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request. I felt really inspired by your idea and I hope you like how it came out!

p.s. I got very caught up in the topic, since it is something I feel very close to. Ever since I was a little girl, I was never a very skinny kid, and on more than one occasion I was teased by my classmates when I was in middle school, so I let myself go and put a little bit of me in the one-shot.

Always remember that it is normal to have good days and bad days, but the important thing is not to let the bad days have it. Keep fighting until the end, because losing a battle does not matter, what is important is to win the war. Everyone is perfect and beautiful in their own way, and your body does not define the person you are.

In case you need someone to talk to, I am always here, don't be afraid to seek help because often having someone close by to remind you that the volume of that evil voice we hear inside can be lowered or eliminated is important.

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You look at that slice of cake for the umpteenth time, and you can't help but hear that voice in your head again, evil, whispering all your lifelong insecurities.

Dean has been talking to a girl at the counter for a few minutes, and you can't help but notice how thin she is compared to you, how beautiful she is by the standards society imposes today, standards you have never respected.

You were never a very skinny girl, in fact from a very young age you had your curves, but that never appeared to be a problem until that obnoxious part of your life where children grow up and become teenagers, and that makes them bad there.

For the first time you realized at the age of eleven that your physique was different from the other girls near you, and for the first time you felt different, and that feeling you know deep down never went away.

You tried a thousand diets, and just as many exercises to lose weight, but it almost seemed as if your body didn't want to, so you learned to live with your body. In the beginning it was not easy, you had to face many battles, some you won and some you lost, but somehow your bitter enemy, the figure that is reflected in the mirror every morning, watching you live, judging all the actions you do, is always with you and you cannot get rid of it.

When you first met Dean you were sure that he would not give you a second glance, and that in the event nothing more than a simple friendship would arise as much as you were attracted to the attractive hunter, but against all expectations, only after a few months of knowing you he asked you out and confessed that he was madly in love with you, and that he could no longer live a second of his life. It had been such a strange moment: he was going on and on about all the romantic movies, books, and TV series he had seen himself during that time to find the perfect way to tell you everything he felt and that he finally did it in the bathroom of a movie theater after you had been attacked by a demon while watching a movie; on the contrary, you had remained silent the whole time, wondering how such a handsome, kind, funny, caring, and any other positive adjective in the human vocabulary, man could feel anything for you.

You had realized you were stuck, when waking up from that transe state you had seen him looking at you frightened, and you couldn't help but ask him, with tears in your eyes, "Why me, you could have anyone you want? Why should you only want me, you deserve better." You say sobbing, trying to hold back the tears, not wanting to show him the inner struggle you were fighting all the time with the same voice that is bringing you down today. He had taken your chin in one of his strong hands, made you lift your face and looked straight into your eyes. In those big green eyes you felt as if you could see a meadow in which you could run free of all thought, free to be whoever you wanted to be, and that is what Dean is to you after all, a safe haven in which to seek comfort.

"I want you, and you alone. And already that is a selfish thought, because love, if anyone does not deserve the other it is me, because you are perfect and I am everything but perfect, and I know you deserve so much better, and yet I am selfish and I cannot help but love you and want you to be mine and only mine." Said the man in front of you before kissing you. Immediately you melted like ice cream in the sun in his arms, and you returned the kiss with all the passion and eagerness you were willing to let him know that his feelings were reciprocated. His warm, fleshy lips on yours moved to the rhythm of a dance that only you seemed to know. After a few minutes we parted, needing to breathe again, but both of you had two silly smiles on your faces, of two people stupidly in love with each other, unable to hide it from the world for a second longer. "I have Jane Austen and her Mr. Darcy to thank next time I see her in heaven. Or was it in hell?" Whispered Dean chucklingly before resting his forehead on yours.

"Winchester, we would have a demon to exorcise in the other room." You reminded him, laughing at his earlier statement, before punching him lightly in the chest. "And don't ever make fun of Jane Austen again, I love her books and I won't let you do that." You continued, pretending to give him a dirty look.

"Why do you think I read them?" He replied, winking at you before leaving the room to go deal with the demon, whom you had almost forgotten about.

A voice suddenly brings you back to reality. You look up from the pie in front of you and see Sam's worried eyes trying to decipher your thoughts, which, like a hurricane, are flowing fast in your eyes, too fast to be understood.

"Hey, are you okay?" The smallest Winchester asks you, with a tugged smile, as if you had forgotten how to smile and he wanted to help you learn it again. You then try to smile back at him and nod, not having the heart to tell him that today the battle in the mirror between you and your reflection was won by the mirror, and that as of this morning you feel like crap emotionally, because you feel like crap about your own body.

"I'm just tired, and I'm not very hungry. I think I'll give it to Dean, after all, he's always happy to have a little extra cake." You say trying to be convincing. In fact, it's been about five days since you've really been able to put anything under your teeth, after seeing a girl flirting with Dean in a bar in the town of your last case. Dean had immediately declined the girl's attentions, saying that he was committed to you and loved you, but a self-defense mechanism had sort of been triggered in your brain, telling you that if you didn't want to lose the only person you'd ever really loved in the world, you had to lose weight, and so you started not eating, obviously in secret from Dean.

The lack of food in your stomach has also brought you immense fatigue, in fact you don't even realize that you have left the diner and are now in the car from how foggy your brain is. As soon as you sit in Baby's seat, sleep takes over your body, so much so that you don't even feel Dean pick you up and carry you inside to your motel room. You awaken hours later on the bed you and Dean have been sharing since you arrived in this town, but neither he nor Sam can be seen.

Slowly you get up and drag yourself into the bathroom. You turn on the light and immediately a figure is revealed to you in the mirror. You don't even look like yourself anymore, your skin is white and emaciated, so much so that it looks like that of a ghost; the black circles under your eyes are more pronounced than usual, and an immense sadness shines through your eyes, yet you can't help but be happy to see that your face looks slightly slimmer than it did a couple of days ago. Bitter tears run down your face knowing that being happy about that thing is not right, and that what you are doing is not good for your health, yet you cannot stop that little voice in your head from speaking.

Suddenly you hear the bathroom door open and see before you the frightened and confused face of your boyfriend, who looks at you shocked, seeing the tears on your face. Quickly he approaches you, asking if you are hurt and taking your face in his hands. You try hard to pull away from him, but you are not strong enough. You don't want him to feel your impefect body, he doesn't deserve it, yet he continues to hold you in his arms, while a hand gently strokes your back, trying to calm you down.

"Love, what's going on? Why are you crying? What can I do to help you?" Dean whispers to you, in turn with tears ready to run down his cheeks not knowing how he can take away the pain you are feeling so intensely.

"I'm sorry Dean, I'm really sorry. I've tried, but I can't." You sob, against his shoulder, stopping fighting him and letting yourself go into his embrace.

"What did you try to do love?" The elder Winchester asks with a veil of fear.

"I tried to be a better girlfriend, I tried to lose weight, but I can't. The voice is right, I don't deserve you, I never deserved you. I don't know how you can really love someone like me." You continue crying, falling to your knees, accompanied by his strong arms, as he follows you, also kneeling on the floor. Your figures seem to merge in this embrace, as you tell him of all your insecurities, of the evil voice that dwells within you and hinders your every hope for happiness, and how these days you have preferred to starve yourself in order to be a girl worthy of being seen at Dean Winchester's side. He listens to you in silence, as tears furrow his face and fall silently on your hair, since he has his chin resting on top of your head, while you hide your face in his chest seeking the comfort of his heartbeat and his scent as you open your soul to him on the motel floor of a godforsaken town.

When you're done, you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling your heart lighten, and uncertainly you look into Dean's eyes and see his sadness, and immediately feel guilty knowing that you are the cause of that feeling. In a moment as if he is reading your mind, however, he immediately stops you and reassures you.

"Love, first of all, the next time you hear this voice or these feelings inside you, don't hesitate and come to me right away, because I love you and I don't want to see you suffer like this and you know that I am always there for you, no matter what, even if you just have to ask me why the color blue is blue at three o'clock in the morning on a Saturday, I am always there for you, I am your love slave." Says the hunter, kissing the last tears streaming down my face. "And secondly, you don't have to change in any possible universe, because you in each of them are perfect as you are. There is not one thing about you that I don't love madly: your hair, your eyes, your intelligence, your laugh, your body-oh God don't get me started on how your body drives me crazy, because believe me I could start a new religion just to worship you as the goddess you are. Every day I have to hold myself back from kissing every inch of your body, from screaming to the world that you are mine, that the best woman in the world is in love with me, and I still don't understand how that is possible. There is not one thing you do that is not perfect in my eyes, and even now I still think that never on earth and in heaven has there been a more perfect being than you, so please don't ever again believe what your brain tells you and believe me." He continues, as he looks into your eyes. You have never felt so loved in your life. The only thing you want to do is thank him, but no words come out of your mouth, so you kiss him, showing him how you feel about him. Slowly Dean gets up, taking you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. Only when you reach the front of the bed and he drops you on it, your lips part and he says a few words.

"I would say it's time to prove that I wasn't joking when I said I would found a religion just to worship your body."

And boy was he not joking.

[dreamwreaver]

@tacsorium I decided to answer in a post because it's too long for a reply.

To answer your question; some of the intrigue might be based on earlier drafts where Charlie was going to have crushes on men (including al) but end the series with a girlfriend. But also, Charlie and Alastor are dark reflections of one another so their dynamic is inherently going to be something that's interesting to watch. I can't say for certain what route they want alastor's potential manipulation to take; however they have already shown us inserting himself as a wedge between Charlie and those who have the potential to be closest to her, namely her father and vaggie. And, romantic or not, Charlie is being set up to be alastor's "person" his exception to all his personal rules. We know he doesn't like being touched without consent and yet he allows Charlie to do as she pleases with him.

As for chaggie, no, I don't feel like they felt like a couple personally. But my issues with that is solely how little vaggie feels like a complete character outside of Charlie that affects my perception of that dynamic. I'm not opposed to them being a couple, but I am annoyed I don't feel as invested as I should. Their relationship is supposed to be a core element and instead it's just... kind of there. And in a show where there's tons of diversity in sexual and orientation it feels like chaggie's relationship should hold more importance.

Lumity is probably not as apt a comparison since we did get to see it develop over two seasons before they actually got together. Did they have episodes where they went on dates? No, did the plot often get in the way of them being happy? Yes. But at the same time it felt like Luz's romantic connection with amity added more stakes instead of none. Falling for a witch was thematic too since it was part of what sent belos himself over the deep end. And here the villain sees what he deems "another poor human" falling for the same trap that took his brother from him. But Luz also doesn't love amity just because she's a witch, we saw at the time that luz and amity originally didn't get along.

One other ship that seems to be more in line which chaggie is Pearl and rose from Steven universe. Right down to the "do it for her" song "whatever it takes". The problem is that Pearl and rose did have thousands of years together, and even still the betrayal of rose deciding to be with Greg and have Steven cut her to the bone. But Pearl was made for Rose, in a very literal sense. Vaggie it feels to some extent would have fallen for the first person to show her kindness in that vulnerable state and it so happened to be Charlie, there's a sense of indebtedness in both situations. The reason it works for Pearl and rose is that part of pearl's journey in steven universe is learning how to be her own gem, her own person, both in and out her romantic relationships.

Vaggie... doesn't get any of that. And fine, whatever, it's not my show. I don't know what Viv has planned next. But I do feel that we can all agree that if they were going to bother to give vaggie her angel wings back (a topic that's a whole other rant) they could have at least paid it off by having Charlie be rescued by her angelic girlfriend instead of Lucifer ex machina once again. Punching Adam in the face was fine, funny even, but love interest rescuing the falling party is like visual story beat basics.

In short, I don't hate chaggie. I just wish the show had given me more to like. Charlastor fills a trope I like of heroine/villain. It's the trope of "I can fix him/I can make her worse". And as an asexual, it's the chance to explore a character who thinks he's above silly things like attraction of any kind to be walloped by feelings and suffer. I really just want to make Alastor suffer is what it comes down to.

Hope this answers any questions you had for me!

[chestnutracc]

I hate how some people after season 2 are just putting hate on Aziraphale. I mean, he in fact, left the Crowley, but he had his own reasons as well, didn't he? Aziraphale have a very compliceted relationship with heaven but he is in fact an angel and he want to belong there OAAAAAHHHHH—

Quick frame from animatic, u can find it on my instagram for example :) chestnut.racc (quick self advertisment haha)

Anyway, those kind of videos where people are insulting Aziraphale or smth like 'me after s2' and the video of taking of his face or covering them all on some kind of placats. I'm shittin myself. I know that thats grief after the ending but... Man his whole life or more like existance is not ONLY about Crowley in fact :/

Look how we get a chance to speculate why did he do that? What was his reasons? I think that the ending of Good Omens was (not only just marketing catch (that dramatic pause for a kiss and 'betrayal') but also a planned procedure? I love them both [Aziraphale and Crowley] equally so you shouldn't think this is a desperate attempt to protect your favorite (wha de duck I am saying, this series have a few months now so it is not a fresh topic... For me it is oh goddd ANYWAY)

Alr, here is another image so you won't go so quickly and read all that shit or not

Hkhm... Let me give yall a wholeass essay in my second language.

Kidding! Not so extreme. Haha. Anyway. Those are the possibilities why Aziraphale decided that he should leave to heaven. Of course, there could be a few. Or everything. Or none. It's just my personal opinion :)

Again, assumptions, personal opinion, don't want to offend anyone. Thing up⬆️ that's the part where you can argue with me, debate maybe. Whatever. Thing down, I gues bunch of headcanonc? I don't know, they are theories? You can as well say what you think!!⬇️

Goosh, sorry for the mess. Lets start already. Yeah. Uh. Right. Right. Alright. Why Aziraphale chose heaven?

1. Aziraphale overall is an angel... Literally... So uhm he is naturally connected with God, wich he as well worships. He don't have to stand with heaven, but he still has a deep bond with good. Leaving the heaven would be, right, a great decision for his wellbeing. It's clear that he's not on their side. But he did not left his God. Saying 'no' to Megatron would be something that would make him feel terribly guilty and overall devasted, as he would disobey his own moral code and he would gave up a part of himself, I suppose.

2. For 6,000 fuckinf years he had been arguing with himself about feeling for Crowley, right now doesn't matter if platonic, romantic. He was renouncing Crowley so many times that he don't know him, he's not his friend. Yet he could not resist, but be with that redhead. Don't you think that he was having some, oh I don't know, moral crisis? Imagine choosing between two most importanr things? The creature you love and, for Azi, a literall purpose of creation - serving God? Oh man, he was in this state for over 6,000 years. If he would say 'no' then, would he ever get another chance like that to habilitate? He was working so hard, for so long, but he didn't had to chose through all those centuries. Now he had. I guess it's logical, that he choosed his creator.

3. Clear and logical! If Crowley would be back to heaven, he wouldn't have to choose between two thing he loves. Ah you clever one :). Nah. He literally said that he wants to work with Crowley. What can I say more.

4. Obvioulsy, he did not wanted to chose what we know of we SHOULD from serial. And pervious point... And previous previous. It felt like he had been lost or something in it all. I mean, he needed to choose if he wants to take Crowley, if he wants to go back. He was rhinking about the kiss, probably about heaven, what would they say, what would they do. To him, to Crowley. What he should say to Megatron. I suppose he was impetuous with that decision. Imagine lying (he is a damn angel whaaa) to yourself for thousands of years and then just having to confess. Nah, he would like better to stay silent and still lie 🙂 oh god why he is so stupid. Crowley is also stupid. They both are!!!

5. He was mad. Similisr to previous point. He felt like he did not belong with Crowley, as he was devasted. And also Crowley ignored him as well, as Azi ignored Crowley. But i want to focus on thing that he said that he NEEDS him and begged to not to leave him. Easy peasy. No communication between those doveys.

6. He was afraid of loving Crowley as - what would heaven say? What would god say? Will they be happy? Will they be safe? Is it really possible for them to be together? Demon and angel?

7. He considered himself as a failure for Crowley 👍 after he said yes, when Crowley was always saying no.

8. He was afraid of the consequences refusing heaven. Like, he literally was making out with devil, then went o heaven, hell's fire couldn't kill 'him' (ik it was crowley but not for heaven), he was hiding Gabriel, he did not cooperated with heaven. There were a few times when he sinned... A lot. Uhm. Well,I DO have a reason to suppose this could have been some kind of test or something... Because what the hell? From archangel, later no one, then back to the archangel?

Aug! Sorry, long post. Rage hit me. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight :)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Jogo x Reader

Jogo:

Your favorite Disney character is Mike Wazoski, you were voted most likely to need anger management or you're secretly Squidward Tentacles

First Date:

You decided to take a break from your stroll and sit down on a park bench. You were in your eighties and nearly blind at this point but you thought that you were doing pretty well for someone that wasn't locked up in an old folks home. You then heard the sound of laughter. Ah, children. Gone were the days of your youth  "It's nice to see kids playing outside instead of being on their gizmos."

Your hearing aids then picked up something. "Hey granny, you can see me?" It was the boy you heard laughing earlier. "My eye sight isn't what it used to be but yes, I can make out various shapes. "Hmm... You've got a strong soul grandma, I can see it!" You were flattered. "Why thank you young man. Would you like some candy?" The boy pouted. "I don't think I'm supposed to take candy from strangers. Tell you what, I'll give you my name so then we'll know each other. I'm Mahito. Nice to meet you!"

You tried to give Mahito some candy but he politely refused. "I think you need it more than I do. Don't old people have lower nutrients?" He seemed to be asking himself rather than you. "Ah! Here granny! Take some of my home made candy!" He then dropped some small drops into your palms. The texture was strange and it almost felt like skin but you didn't want to be rude so you accepted the gift and placed them in your purse."

Guess she can't hear their cries due to her hearing. Too bad..." Mahito uttered to himself. "What was that son?" He stopped blowing bubbles and then came up with a plan on the spot. "I was just wondering if you wanted to meet my family! I think they would really enjoy your company. What do you say?" You smiled and gave a nod. "All right Mahito, let's go find them." The curse walked ahead of you and began to maniacally grin. "Jogo, Jogo... You shouldn't have screwed me over while we were playing monopoly... I'm going to make you regret being born!"

Mahito brought you to the play ground and walked over to the slide area. Kenjaku raised an eyebrow but made no attempt to stop him. "This is my family grandma!" You walked over to the man Mahito was closest to. "You have such a wonderful son. You must be so proud. He even gave me candy!" Mahito was trying not to burst from laughter while Kenjaku began to respond. "Unfortunately he's not my son. I'm more of a care taker. He has no patents sadly." You gasped. "How unfortunate."

"Yes, well luckily I'm a father myself so I thought it would be best to add him to the family." How sweet. "That's so kind of you. If you don't mind me asking, where are your other children?" The man's eyes narrowed at Mahito, giving him a look that said 'be grateful I haven't eaten you yet'. "My son's are currently enrolled in high school. They used to be home schooled but we thought it would be better if they were closer with their youngest half brother. Yuji is a growing boy after all and I'm sure that his nine brothers will help his potential grow."

Wow. Nine kids? You started to wonder how all of them could attend school but decided it was better not to ask. They might be more children from a previous relationship or at the very worst, some of them might be have been held back a grade or two. "Mahito, why don't you introduce them to the rest of the family?" The curse gulped and quickly got the point.

As you walked away, the thousand year old brain was happy to finally be rid of you and your irritating questions about his previous failures (children). Mahito then introduced you to his next "family member". "This is Hanami. He doesn't speak our language unfortunately but I can translate for you." The curse then started to speak it's strange language. "He says that he'll be sure to bring lots of beautiful flowers to your grave once you pass."

You chuckled nervously. You didn't think you were in that bad of a state yet. Next Mahito introduced you to Dagon. He told you that he was their beloved dog and that was why he was so large. You could hardly see as it was so of course you bought it. "And finally..." Mahito then walked up to the sleeping curse and began dumping mentos into its volcano head. Suddenly there was magma and the curse was stringing profanities at the boy. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, MAHITO!?"

"Oh my. Did it suddenly got hotter? The forecast called for cooler weather today. I suppose I'll need to take my sweater off." Jogo's eye then opened wide. "Granny, this is my old man. Grandpa, say hello!" Jogo then tried to use his domain expansion but Mahito quickly cut off his head. "If you know what's good for you then behave or I'll use your head to play soccer again..." The curse relented. He didn't need to be told twice.

Jogo grit his teeth and glared at you. "H-hello..." Mahito then kept pestering him. "And what...?" Jogo sighed. "Ni-ice to m-meet y-you..." The younger curse began to laugh. "See? That wasn't so hard! Now I'm off to go get some groceries old man so you better behave! See you both later!"

Now it was just the two of you. "Huh? What's that awful racket?" You couldn't hear as well as Jogo did. "I believe it's coming from your purse... May I check it?..." You promptly handed over your bag. The curse opened it and found the source of his complaints. "That damn punk!" He took the "candy" out of your bag and quickly incinerated it. "You can have this back now."

"Your grandson is so sweet!" Jogo scoffed. "Don't trust anything that comes out of his mouth!"

"Well, he can't be that bad if he's yours."

"You don't even know me..." You laced your fingers with his palm. "Then let me get to know you..."

Over the few hours the two of you began to bond. You both loved nature, preferred to relax. You even both hated those kids that always skate on the sidewalk. "You're the first hum- I mean, person I can relate to. Maybe the human race isn't so bad..."

Suddenly two boys came running towards you. "MAHITO!""Here granny. Try some of the jerky I brought!" You went to reach for a piece but the other boy was quicker and scarfed them all down. "Mahito... How many fingers did you let him eat..." The curse whistled. "Dunno, I lost count after five. Well, I'm done. Later Jogo!" You stared at the unconious boy. "We need to call an ambulance!""... Listen carefully... You need to step back..."

You didn't understand what he was talking about and then something happened. "Hey, I think he's starting to wake!" Jogo tried his best not to shit himself (can curses shit?). "We're doomed..."

"I see you think pretty highly of yourselves..." Jogo immediately began to bow. "Hey! You better follow my lead or you're as good as dead!" You however refused to comply. You stood in front of the boy and waved your finger in his face. "Why I never! Back in my day, children respected the older generations! Youth these days are so arrogant! You need to be taught some manners my boy!"

Kenjaku stood on the sidelines with a bucket of popcorn in his hand. Internally Jogo was screaming "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" "Wench, it is you who do not know your place. If anything, I'm far older than you. If I were in my true form, I would not even eat you, your body being nothing but a rotting sack of bones at this point. For you I have something else in store. I haven't used this since the Heian era. Domain expansion, elder abuse!"

Suddenly your right ankle had been slashed causing you to fall over. "My leg! Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!" The king of Curses chuckled. "What's this Karen? Didn't you say that you were going to put me in my place?" You desperately tried to use your cane and swat him with it. "That's it! C'mon, try harder!" You then moved to bash his kneecaps. Sukuna swiftly doged it. "Keep trying!"

It was ten minutes later and you were still writhing on the floor in agony. "Pathetic..." You reached your hand over to Jogo. "I'm glad to have met you. You remind me of the boy my granddaughter fell in love with. They would often play chess..." With your last ounce of strength, you opened up your locket and showed him a picture of the couple. It looked like a blind girl and a ninja turtle? It must be that ant curse that Geto was talking about.

The next thing Jogo knew and your head had been crushed underneath Sukuna's foot. "Know your place... Fool!" Jogo's heart had been crushed just like your brain. The curse began to fall over and go into cardiac arrest. "I thought you would stand proud and face me? I guess you aren't that strong after all." Sukuna was about to finish off the curse until his old brain buddy showed up. "Hey, Sukuna. Mind if I take this one?" After receiving the go ahead, Kenjaku began to vore down the weakened curse.

Sukuna smirked. "Kenjaku always does the grossest things!" Kenny then walked right on up towards Mahito. "You see that? That's what will happen to you if you pull another stunt like this again!" Mahito had won but at what cost? 

[caracalsimp]

Montgomery Gator x Reader Headcanons

After everyone voted for Monty, here I go with Monty x Reader headcanons! Hope you guys will enjoy! (helps me cope with the fact that I can't draw FNAF stuff yet because artfight aaaa!)

Monty is probably the most protective of ALL the glamrocks with you (even more protective that Freddy is). You are his precious little thing, and will jealously keep you away from others if people try to get a bit too close to you (to his taste, which happens often... like, a lot often). He trusts you 100% of course, it's OTHERS he doesn't trust.

Monty doesn't like talking about how much he loves you (he think it's way too cheesy and dumb) but will definitely try his best to show it to you through actions, mostly through his protective instincts and will always fight for you if you need him.

Monty will ALWAYS display affection when you two are in public... in his own way. He wants to remember everyone who you belong to, and if people try to get you behind his back, he will throw their lifeless body into the trash compactor, where they belong. You find it cute in some way that he gets jealous and protective that much, but you're sometimes scared he will definitely crush somebody just for your sake (didn't happened yet, but you definitely know it could.)

Whenever Monty is experiencing really strong anger issues and his destructive instincts takes over, he just shuts down and isolates himself. It worries you when it's happening and you want to ease his mind, but he's just so afraid to hurt you by accident that he prefers not to be around you when he's in that state and struggle to calm down. Just the thought about accidentally hurting you would crush his soul into thousands of pieces.

Although, when he feels anger rises inside him and that you're around, he definitely reaches out to you. He likes to ask for pat pats on his head and will softly starts growling when he feels your touch, because it relaxes him deeply. However, he will only ask this when you two are alone. He doesn't assume really well when he becomes lovey-dovey that way, and will definitely kill the person who would make fun of him for this.

Monty is rather ambivert with you. Sometimes he wants to do activities outside with you by your side and will mostly let you choose which activities to do together, and sometimes he'd rather just stay with you and either play video games, watching some horror movies or simply cuddle on the couch while slowly asleep in your arms.

Monty hates whenever you're feeling any kind of negative emotion or when bad stuff happens to you. He doesn't know how to react when that occurs, and he will definitely hunt down whoever puts the only person who accepts him the way he his until he finds them and kill them. No one has the right to make you feel this way under his watch. NO ONE. And it's no use to keep to yourself the name of the person, Monty will find it no matter what. Even when you try to hide your negative feelings, Monty will sense it.

He doesn't show it at all but Monty has a hard time to understand how could someone like you could fall in love with him. He feels so grateful that there's finally a person out there that just doesn't see him as an angry alligator monster, and he feels pretty insecure about this, secretly being scared that you're one day gonna see him that way. He can sometimes hears from guests that you shouldn't date Monty because of his strong anger issues, and when that happens, he feels even more insecure. You tried multiple times to reassure him that you won't leave, but he still have his inner demon haunting him once in a while. He doesn't like talking about it for too long though, emotional conversations are not his thing at all.

Monty likes to rest his head on your neck, wrapping his arms around you from behind and keep you close to him while slightly growling. He also likes to softly nibble your neck, but his biting always remains gentle, he would never brutally bite you at full force... unless you ask him :))

You absolutely love stealing his sunglasses to wear them. And he absolutely love whenever you steal his glasses to wear them. You're the only person he allows that.

And that's pretty much it~

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Always, Forever...

Pairing: Suguru Geto x reader

Tw: Heavy Angst , heartbreak

Summary: when Suguru Geto decided to end non sorcerers, he decided to end you too....but not before a goodbye.

“Its the destiny....We’d always end like this,” Suguru says. He’s only a breath away from you. If he wanted, he could reach out and hold your hand. You’d done it for him so many times.

But He hasn't’. He couldn't

Your paths are diverging. He loves you, but he couldn’t live with himself if he stayed here. Suguru can’t live in a world where non-sorcerers used sorcerers, even if he has to leave you behind. He wants you to join him, but he wonders if it’s too selfish to ask that of you. His story has no happy ending.

You look at him with sympathy...so kind and so understanding...

"I'm a non sorcerer too suguru... Will you even kill me with them..?" You asked him although you knew the answer already...suguru is a man of his words

“I have no choice,” Suguru says with a solemn nod. “You know better than anyone. If I keep you alive it won't be fair I'll have to keep other non sorcerers alive too and I.... cannot afford that.”

His eyes harden, betraying just a glimmer of doubt. “I… I’m truly sorry. You’re the only one who could make me say that.”

You hugged him "It's okay...I love you ....and I understand. I don't hate you for anything. I could never hate you . So don't blame yourself ever okay."

“Please… I… I can’t…”Suguru’s breathing hitches as your arms wrap around him. Every inch of his body wants to melt into yours, bury his face in your chest and stay trapped there forever. No, if he did that, he’d never want to let go. That thought makes him shudder. He has to stay strong.

He must.

You remove yourself from him and kissed his forehead "It's okay even if you kill me I won't resent you." You pulled yourself away from him "when you'll come to kill me....make sure you don't cry okay? I don't like to see you crying... I'll understand whatever decision you'll make suguru.... because I love you the most" you smiled at him through your teary eyes and started to retreat yourself

Suguru’s heart shatters. Tears form at the corners of his eyes as you pull away. You're right, it would be weak for him to try and hold onto you and deny both of yours true destinies.

He reaches for you pulling you gently into a tight embrace. It’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. He knows that no words are necessary. This hug… it’s all he ever really needed to say.

You patted his head as tears try to fall down your eyes No you cannot cry you'll have to be strong for him if you cry he won't be able to leave you.

Suguru smiles sadly at your brave face, then closes his eyes. His heart races, hammering at his chest, the rhythm of his beating heart matching the rhythm of your breathing. He wants to stay like this for longer, to spend as much time as possible with you.

But that would break him beyond repair.

With a final squeeze, Suguru opens his eyes. He stares into your eyes, and his gaze falters. There’s a thousand things he wants to say more, wishes he could just hold you again and-

“… I love you.” The words are out before he realizes what he’s done. His eyes dart toward you but your face is turned away from him. He can feel your warm tears falling into his chest, but you says nothing.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I… If only…”

"I love you too suguru geto....always and forever"

You said and with a final smile you retreat yourself without looking back and it's for the good that you didn't looked back....

because you're sure you couldn't have handle suguru's heartbroken face.

Author Note: hihi people! I've been on a break because I moved to a different state and a different school (everyone is dumb here).

But I am back now with a heavy Geto heartbreak one shot because I'm still not over his death, he's my fav. Hope you like this one.

[zerobaselove]

i'm serious | kim gyuvin

pairing: best friend!gyuvin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 669

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

prompt: 6. "would falling in love with me be so terrible?"

notes: i had about a thousand different directions i wanted to take this but this is what i settled with hhh

after yet another failed date, and failed attempt at getting over your best friend, you couldn't help but feel frustrated as you rambled to said best friend, gyuvin.

you didn't understand what you were doing wrong; people got over feelings all the time, went out on dates and found people that fill the hole in their heart, so why couldn't you? the thought plagued your mind as you let words spill from your mouth without much thought. "i just wish it came easier, like how me and you are."

you were too busy to notice the way gyuvin's eyes lit up at your statement, "i'm literally right here," he gestured to himself, pulling a strange expression to appeal himself, and you couldn't help but laugh. "gyuvin, i'm serious, i can't deal with your jokes right now."

your head fell into your hands, you knew better than to let your friend's humor get your hopes up, you'd let it happen one too many times. not again. one too many times of taking his jokes too seriously and thinking for a moment he could like you back.

"would falling in love with me be so terrible?" he whined, miserably failing at trying to cover up the way your words ripped a whole in his chest.

"well it's not been doing me well so far," you mumbled, words muffled by your hands as you shook your head. gyuvin was a little thankful you couldn't see the way his eyes visibly widened, threatening to fall out of his head with the shock written across his face.

he stuttered for a few moments, unable to form a real thought, simply settling on "what?"

you were done beating around the bush, it was about time you came out with it anyways. it wasn't doing you any good keeping all these feelings in and maybe you'd have an easier time getting over them if they weren’t locked inside your brain. "you heard me, i fell, and look where it's gotten me," you gestured to the state of your bed, tissues strewn about, and then to yourself. "i can't get over you no matter how many dates i go on, because i can't enjoy them, because i just wish i was on them with you."

you took a deep breath, a little apologetic for overwhelming the boy with so many things at once, but you couldn't help it. once you started it was like you had opened the floodgates and every word came out with more force than the last, nearly leaving you panting.

"why would you want to get over me?" his smile got wider by the second, "don't tell me you want to waste me liking you back by just getting over me."

now it was your turn to stutter out a reply, "you what?" simply staring at the boy in front of you. "i swear gyuvin, if this is another one of your jokes," you hesitated for a moment, not even liking the idea, "i will kill you with my bare hands."

gyuvin pretended to think hard for a moment, "hm, well how do you feel about a dead boyfriend? is that really what you want? because i just don't know if i'm ready for that kind of commitment." he tried to stifle a laugh, breaking as soon as a laugh erupted from your own chest, leaving you both in a fit of giggles on your bed.

after you calmed down you broke the silence, "so, boyfriend huh?" you turned to face gyuvin only to see his wide smile once again.

"if you'll let me be, under one condition though." you gave a small hum, urging him to continue. "as long as you don't kill me, i'm too cool to be 6 feet under."

you couldn't stop the smile from tugging at your lips at the boy who was tugging at your heart, giving him a light smack on the arm. "don't do anything too stupid, and we will see."

"i'll try my best."