#genuinely cannot tell if they still look bad or i've just been staring at them for wayyyy too long
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Nightwolf x Reader (Venting)
I told them two months should be fine, but it's not. Even a month is so long, but it's supposed to be for my own good.
So why do Ifeel so... purposeless?
You took a gaspy breath of air as questions of frightening uncertainty strangled your mind.
I don't get it. I've done everything I could to try to get them to be close with me again. They said it wasn't me... but is it? They've grown a habit of lying to me, so are they telling the truth there?
Your eyes stared emptily at your phone's black screen. Should you browse through the media to clear your mind?
No. You'll just end up back in the messages between you and them the eighth time. Let alone their account.
Maybe you should take their advice. The very common one everyone always suggest in these types of situations: replace them. Find someone that's way better them. Just "Move on. It's part of life."
It's true. Moving on is a part of life, you aren't inexperienced with it. But really, how long will the process take this time? You don't want to forget them. And you don't want them to forget you. Even if they claim you wouldn't be.
They aren't replaceable to you. You told them this and it hurts that they even object that statement.
It hurt watching them turn into something apathetic. They claim they want to be forgotten, punishment for hurting people like yourself. Sometimes, when you feel angered rather than sad, you agreed.
Sometimes you'd feel so angry, you'd want to break the silence just to speak the blunt part of your mind, but you know it would fall on deaf ears and a closed mind.
Anything you say always does. Even the most sincere words.
Returning to them is a bad idea. But they're the only person you have. You feel as if you deserve it for pushing away those who actually cared.
"Y/n." A quiet, but stern voice called.
Slightly startled, you looked towards your door which was opened a bit with a familiar face peering in.
"Nightwolf?" You responded back dimly.
Nightwolf was someone you did seek comfort from before you met them. He knew about your "close" friend, and like everyone else, disapproved of them.
Your love is so deep for that person, that even Nightwolf failed to convince you being around them wasn't healthy for you. Only thing different about him is he still stuck by your side.
Nightwolf entered the room, carrying your personal mug, setting it beside you on your dresser. The aroma of your favorite warm beverage greeted you.
"You haven't been out you room for awhile, so I assumed you were asleep." He looked at you and explained.
He observed how unwell you looked. From your blanket covering your messy hair to how puffy your eyes were, either from lack of sleep or crying, or both.
"Are you okay?" He asked a question he already knew. An attempt to get you to talk to him.
You quickly broke off eye contact with him and nodded with a broken "mhm".
No. I'm really not.
"Are you sure?"
You shut your eyes, with a sudden thought in your head.
They used to check up on me like this.
"You can talk to me, Y/n. I'm still here for you."
The warm rush of tears raced down your face and you were so poorly subtle to hide them.
You just don't get it. You pushed this man away for someone who treated you awful, even if it was unintentional, but he just never disregarded you right then.
And you still continued pushing him away because you just felt bad he was helping naive, delusional, worthless, little you. Just...why?
"I still miss them. Why did they have to change?" You managed to get out.
"Change is just part of one's growth. Understand people can naturally change in a way you may not get. Not right now at least. It doesn't mean it's your fault. That's just how it is."
Some of Nightwolf's words were just like theirs, except it was somehow soothing coming from him, someone who was genuine with you.
"Also understand you cannot change someone, no matter how much effort you place."
You try to. But no matter what the old them is all you could see in them. You just "...don't think you can fully accept they changed."
"I get it. But you eventually will, believe it or not. Once you do, you'll finally feel at peace."
You made sure your face was cleared before grabbing your comfort drink, accidentally moving a bottle that contained melatonin pills in it. Nightwolf noticed them, and it did worry him.
"Do you take one pill at night?" He asked calmly. Or merely just hinting to you that's how you're supposed to use them.
"I don't just take them at night and I don't count." You said before taking a sip. "They're weak too." You scoffed.
You didn't even have the energy to lie to your friend to reassure him. But realizing what you're admitting made you guilty and you forced yourself to take more sips to avoid looking at him. You felt his stare rest on you and it wasn't a nice feeling.
"When do you take them?"
"Whenever there's no reason for me to be awake. Melatonin isn't dangerous if that's what your wondering."
Although I wish it was.
"No, but it can still get you sick, Y/n. That concerns me."
You looked at the Indigenous man shortly. "It shouldn't. I don't get why you still care for me after everything."
"Because you're still learning how the world works. And I know you weren't pushing people away on purpose. I believe you're strong enough to overcome all of this and you'll be a better person."
Shameful to admit, you didn't believe the last part he said. Just look at the condition you were in now.
You were pulled into a sudden embrace, making you confused at first, but then-
"I love you." Nightwolf said unexpectedly. "They may have stopped loving you. But I never did. I hope that's some sort of relief for you."
You didn't respond. You started breaking down, adding your weight against him.
I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. I don't...
"Please stop distancing yourself from me. That's all I request." The black haired male said, still holding you.
"Okay." You sobbed out. You felt his hand comb your hair in a comforting manner.
"Everything will be better soon." He lastly says.
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I hope I'm not lying to myself about the last part.
But I hope you enjoy this. I just wanted to try to make myself feel better.
#mortal kombat 11#mk imagine#mortal kombat x reader#nightwolf x reader#mortal kombat imagines#vent#cope#nightwolf#mortal kombat#goddesswritings
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cannot stop w the yellowjackets asks just one more 😭 what are your thoughts on jackie’s sexuality? do you think her relationship w jeff was comphet? i thought that her feelings on the act of losing her virginity were also interesting. it’s not really something she wants to do out of genuine desire, it’s merely a rite of passage she wants to essentially get over with. she doesn’t enjoy fooling around w jeff and doesn’t really seem to be all that into what goes down w travis. and then the most important relationship in her life by far being shauna and there being some interesting elements in that relationship and how she goes about it/treats her.
Love the Yellowjackets asks ❤
That's super interesting and not something I've thought about much before. Not like I did a deep dive into the fandom but from what I can tell people mostly analyse from Shauna's perspective and her sexual identity. Ngl, when I saw that campfire scene in the first episode I did too. Shauna staring at Jackie and Jeff sure doesn't look like she's thinking about fucking Jeff. And I think it's more evident to look at Shauna because, well, she's still alive and actively a character. But thinking about Jackie's short life and how she never got to be herself? God. The tragedy. And we all know I love a good comphet story.
All of what you say makes so much sense. God, I kind of just forgot her scene with Jeff in the first episode where she could not look more like she's not into it. And I'm sure at least part of the intention behind it was to show Jeff being a bad and clumsy boyfriend - quite the typical teenage by - but THEN the whole Travis thing. He's the only viable option for Jackie and she could not make it more obvious that it's not about him. It's not even about him being a guy but about playing into this heteronormative idea. You're right, Jackie views it as a rite of passage. She sleeps with Travis and it's like "well that happened. cool." Again, this is mostly just a realistic portrayal of the first time not being nearly as magical as it's built up to be and Jackie's circumstances aren't exactly the most romantic. They're stranded in the woods and a cult is forming, she doesn't care about Travis as a person and it's his first time, too, so it's not like he can amaze her with some hidden talent. It's... fine. The symbolism of it mattered so much more than the act itself.
To be fair, that's often how sex ends up being, particularly this ever-mythicized concept of virginity. But if we put the puzzle pieces together then we soon see that there's actually not much of Jackie's own desires in her sexual encounters. I don't have a way of tying them to this thought process coherently at the moment but I also want to mention two more puzzle pieces here. One, how Jackie almost taunts Shauna with virginity up until she finds out about the pregnancy. It's kinda fucked up and we love her for it because, the way I see it, Jackie is trying to elevate herself above Shauna by making it clear that she has Jeff back home and though they haven't had Sex™, hand and mouth stuff is more than what Jackie knows of Shauna's sexual history. (Also, what Jackie and Jeff do is sex, it's just not heteronormative society's idea of it but I digress.) So this tells us the importance she places on these outdated ideas regarding sex and it tells us that, in true Quinn Bee Quinn/Santana comphet queen Loez fashion, sex is but a tool to her.
The other piece, and I have less of a way to tie this to comphet, is Jackie dying within ~24 hours of losing her virginity. If I'm remembering correctly, that is. Because she and Travis sleep together, hell breaks lose, and Jackie sleeps outside the next night, right? Here she was, having been obsessed with the elusive status sex would grant her since the pilot. Trying to elevate herself through Jeff but feeling insecure about not having had Sex™ yet, her insistence that she would not die a virgin. Something that only really manifests once she finds out about the pregnancy and therefore Shauna having had sex, mind. These two are so obsessed with each other, I can't. And Jackie's infatuation with playing into heteronormative ideas is even present in her slut shaming of Nat. But like you say, it's never genuine desire we see from her. It's not that Jackie wants to take charge of her own sexuality and live a little before, well, you know. It's that she wants to conform so bad and so her approach to Jeff and then Travis becomes mechanical. This is what I'm supposed to do, but is this how it's supposed to feel? And I hazard to guess that the answer is no.
It's yet another super fascinating piece of the Jackie Taylor story. I'm not sure I'd definitively say it's comphet but that's certainly one reading of it, and a very valid one at that. Jackie is so deeply ingrained in these ideas of "proper" society and strictly adhering to society's rules gets her killed. Maybe there's a metaphor in there about embracing true desires and giving society the finger, who knows. But Jackie's story is complete the way it is, tragic fate and all. Well, that said I'm so hoping for more Jackie, through flashbacks and hauntings and we might even learn more about her inner world in upcoming seasons. I wouldn't want further exploring Jackie to take too much away from the already busy story of two timelines and many mysteries, but a girl can dream. I think there's so much more to be done with Jackie even if she's dead and gone in both timelines now. That's what girls who haunt the narrative are for!
I'll also just say that the reason why the Jackie and Shauna relationship works regardless of who thinks there was something romantic/sexual there and who doesn't is because it's so much more intricate and deep and unknowable than that. They're one of the best examples of teenage female friendships I've seen because it's so true to life, to have that deep bond that's lowkey fucked up and maybe psychosexual but just such a part of you. It really goes beyond the simple terminology fandoms usually use to describe their ships, and I know I sound pretentious but I just love it when a dynamic is more than "and they loved each other and we wanna see them get together." No! Jackie and Shauna will never be together but Jackie will never leave Shauna! Jackie's whole entire life will never not be encapsulated best through Shauna! They were best friends and they resented each other at times! It's the essence of two teenage girls being best friends. In extreme circumstances, obviously.
#FASCINATING#i want to study her like a bug#i know misty is that character for most of the fandom and i get that very valid#but i'd be happy just playing around in jackie's psyche#yellowjackets#yellowjackets asks#jackie taylor#shauna shipman#anon
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Bad headspace hcs
Hi. Welcome back to me ignoring my finals.
Warnings: Mentions of grave robbing, mentions of corpses, mentions of schizophrenia, depression, and eating disorder, violence
Mary Goore:
This is where the weird and sick fantasies happen
They'll visit the cemetery more and dig up some graves
Mainly they'll rob and/or sketch the skeleton or even decayed body that's inside the casket
Sometimes they'll go further, but that's depending on if the voices are acting up again
Mary deals with residual schizophrenia and sometimes forgets to take his medication please get them a fucking daily pill counter jfc he needs help
When they're in this headspace, you're best off to just leave him alone. Mary becomes more unpredictable and even violent due to the intrusive thoughts that won't shut up and heightened paranoia
This episode typically lasts a few days, but on the off chance it's particularly bad, it could be up to a month
Just let them reach out to you whenever they're ready
"Sorry I've been MIA for a while. The voices wouldn't stfu. Wanna hang out later?"
DD Sars
Swings between manic episodes to becoming a hermit for a while
Probably needs antidepressants but doesn't have any
He couldn't stand the side effects from his old prescription but ended up changing insurance before he could ask for a new prescription
Was told he was fine and didn't need any medication from a nurse, then told to come back to the hospital if he felt bad again
Absolutely doesn't trust doctors now and refuses to ask them for help with both his depression and eating disorder
"I'm fine." said with a forced and angry smile
You can interact with DD and he'll genuinely tell you what's wrong. He worries a lot so he's grateful if you let him vent for a bit
Promises to try and eat more and take care of himself but will 100% admit when he's too tired to even get out of bed
Doesn't want you to worry about him but he appreciates the concern
G. Grotesque
He'll start digging up graves but not for the same reason as Mary
Normally, G. suffers alone and silently, but sometimes he bottles up his emotions too much and suddenly everything bursts out at once
Refuses to admit anything is wrong to anyone (DD's the only one that can trick him into talking)
But when it gets too bad, G. will dig up a grave just so he can stab a body repeatedly
Doesn't stop until he physically cannot keep going
If you catch him doing this, he absolutely breaks down sobbing in your arms
"I can't take it anymore! It hurts!"
He'll let you take him home and coddle him because he's too drained to do anything else
He'll feel better in a couple days after entirely breaking down. He just has to calm down for a bit
E. Forcas
Stays home and actually stops speaking
Everything takes too much energy and he's too busy fighting for his fucking life to verbally talk
Please only ask him yes or no questions. It's easier for him to nod or shake his head
Doesn't act out at all like the others but there's a distinct look in his eyes
Thousand yard stare all the way. If you come over, he'll just look in your direction but not at you
Doesn't mind if you watch movies with him or even cuddle, but he's just going to be silent for the entire stay
When he does get enough energy, he'll finally look you in the eye. Still doesn't entirely focus on you, but it's a step in the right direction
"Could you spend the night with me? I don't wanna be alone anymore."
Please stay with him for a while. The company helps more than he'll ever let on
#so anyway-#mary goore#dd sars#g grotesque#e forcas#slowly expanding to the rest of the band#repugnant#hcs#headcanons#Mentions of grave robbing#mentions of corpses#mentions of schizophrenia#mentions of depression#mentions of eating disorder#violence
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Dec 1st
"Don't say anything else." She stopped me mid-sentence, as she pull a cigarette from her purse. "That's not going to work" was all she could say before lighting the cancer stick.
I stared at the half empty bottle of beer I was holding. She knows me too well. Years of friendship meant countless stories about life, love and everything in between. She knew some of my exes, was there during certain downfalls and cheered on the blissful moments when we were still working together. I lost count of how many drinks we had when we celebrated the fun times and even more when things go haywire. We were both survivors in different areas of our lives. I guess that meant if there's one person who can tell what will really work for me when it comes to the guys I choose, it's her.
Of course it doesn't mean I couldn't decide for myself, matter of fact, I've made waaaay too many decisions on my own - some of those resulted in shattering lives of others, worse was my own. This time I wanted so bad to hear it from someone. Despite hearing the answers from other close friends, it's still slightly different when someone says it out loud - straight to my face and with such genuine stare.
"Definitely he could be on the road to changing himself and becoming a man that is long overdue for someone his age." She shrugged, "but then again, men knows no age. They can be over 40 and still think differently".
"True. Couldn't blame the family for being too supportive. That's a really healthy environment to grow up in." I said as I watch at the smoke from her cigarette billowing above our heads. "I told him he could've done something early on to try and give back to them. Not that it's mandatory"
"Or simply put, have some shame." her tone was firm. As a mother of four wonderful girls, I know she understood. "And surviving is not the kind of life to dream about. We should be living everyday. At this day and age, you simply couldn't be living without a stable source of income know what I mean?? Like an actual goddamn job. The reason he's taking all the time he needs is because there's a fallback, there's a support system just waiting to carry him back up if he fails. You'll never truly fight for a good life, if it is being spoonfed but for how long? Can you wait that long?"
I cannot. I felt my head ache for a bit. There is really no love anymore. That's not the person I fell for years ago. I never knew this side of him when we were close friends. If I'd known it, I never would've pursued him and risk ruining everything between us and our circle of friends. It was a mistake to try but how else can I find out what he's really like? I hate to break another good thing going on but then I think about what is actually making me happy in this relationship is not really him. It's the friends we have around us. As much as I want for things to stay the same, I have to admit the fact that they will not be. These people don't need to take sides but there will definitely be changes before everybody moves on.
It's the first night of December. The lights are bright from the Christmas decorations all around us. Christmas songs are playing in the background everywhere you turn. Almost everyone has this irritating lustrous look in their eyes. It's the season of long holidays, family get togethers, forgiveness, celebrations and here I am contemplating on how to break a heart with minimal casualties. I have always been selfish, needy, chaotic ball of a person. Even when my intentions are good, they always come out wrong.
I thought this time would be different but life, as always, have other plans....
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Times Hwang Intak has put me into cardiac arrest: 1/???
#p1harmony#intak#hwang intak#p1harmony intak#p1harmony gifs#salty's gifs#salty's stuff#after changing the coloring a good 20 times i have decided this will just have to do before i lose my sanity :')#genuinely cannot tell if they still look bad or i've just been staring at them for wayyyy too long#welp at least i know what to use for one of those re-coloring challenges gifmakers who actually know what they're doing take part in lmao#but also how bad can it be when it is h i m#not even the shittiest coloring could make him look bad 😔
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otherworldly! s/o
A/n: happy monday! I woke up at 7am and since then I've been grinding out assignments/classes and now this, so I actually feel productive even though I've been staring at my computer for a while. but thank you for requesting anon! I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! <33 also to understand this more, I'd like to point out that this connects to the speculation Genshin and Honkai are alternate universes of one another. so for example, Scaramouche is a harbinger from his time, but he may have been a warlord in a different, with a completely different name (keeping his appearance ofc) hope that makes sense. so if you've paid attention to what I've been saying about Scara and his mini-series, etc. you'll understand what I mean in Scara's lol. his reader insert is fem for the same reason as above btw!
Summary: otherworldly! s/o who arrived as a fallen meteor, that can bring back plants to life/heal deep wounds/scars and resurrect people.
Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader
Warnings: swearing, fluff, alternate realities/time traveler au! (reader is not the traveler), death/resurrection
Word count: 1.7k
Albedo
you don't have a vision like some people in Teyvat, because you're not from there; you're from a whole different world itself. instead, you have healing abilities that allow you to any energy you absorb in the form of food/sunlight, and you can use that energy to heal others. though, the healing can only go as far as healing minor injuries such as shallow cuts, scratches, or smoothing out scars. the same can work if you were to heal yourself.
Albedo is so intrigued when he finds you passed out in the pit of a meteor, half of your body hanging out while the other is awkwardly still in it
one, because who is this stranger in a meteor for crying out loud
and two, he notices your wounds on your arms are healing by themselves, slowly though
as someone who studies alchemy, life forms, and such, he's very intrigued that you're able to heal yourself without medicine, and he wonders if you can do the same to others
so he takes you to his lab, and runs a few tests
yes, you're still passed out when this happens, but he's just so curious and couldn't hold back
don't worry though, he's just drawing some blood and testing to see what you can do, because who knows, you may not even speak his language and won't be able to communicate with him (doesn't make a difference Albedo, you need COnSENT-)
so, just for science, he cuts the palm of his hand a little and decides to see if you can heal him
it doesn't take him long to notice the way the tips of your fingers are glowing a light greenish-yellow, so he immediately assumes that's the source of your powers and places a finger on his palm
it takes a second before anything happens, but eventually his cut starts to slowly close
once again he's even more shocked and intrigued
you have the natural ability and he's never come across someone with so much raw strength being able to do that
so you're right up his alley
when you wake up you're confused as hell (obviously) but thankfully, you can speak his language and are able to share your story
Albedo decides to make a deal with you
he'll help you get home if you can educate him more about your ability and your homeland. you agree
it works out perfectly, because you both have something the other needs/can do for the other (you have your power that he's interested in, and he's found a way for you to return home)
it's also easy to work together because of those same common interests, and it helps that he studies alchemy cause he's way more knowledgeable about you and the process can go a tiny bit quicker for you if you wish to return home sooner
at first you're merely friends, co-workers if you wish
but then he starts falling for you and vice versa
you both genuinely enjoy each others company, so you decide to stay in Teyvat a little while longer, even after he finds a way for you to go home
I wouldn't put it past Albedo to want to return to your world if you allow it
he'd be interested in this new or not so new world ;)
Xiao
you're like the traveler in a sense, where as soon as you climbed out of the meteor, you felt this connection to Teyvat and your vision randomly appeared. you have a dendro vision, something you learned was a rarity within liyue and mondstadt. along with that vision, you had the previous ability to grow/heal plants. you can bring back dead plants, though if they've been dead for a very long time, that's beyond your ability. they also can't be brought back if they've been badly burned.
Xiao may not be interested at first about what vision you have or even where you came from + why the hell you climbed out of a meteor
he's more interested in getting you home so you can stop asking questions about his own abilities/vision and odd, unfamiliar, but beautiful world
but boy when he catches you bringing back a wilted Glaze Lily?!? shook
he secretly thinks you're so cool and it piques his interest
he's never seen anyone do this before, and though his eyes were deceiving him when he first saw the lily spring to life again
but then when he catches you healing more plants, on your way to Liyue to hopefully find Zhongli for answers, he's so interested
he doesn't ask a crapload of questions, BUT he's going to ask at least one or two
"how're you doing that?"
"what are you?
the questions are kind of vague and require more in-depth explanations than he'd originally hoped, but he's surprisingly willing to listen to your story on the way to the harbor
after he learns your story and calls for Zhongli, he'll immediately leave and claim he has no further interests in you
but he's obviously lying
he finds as he's sitting on top of one the smaller mountains one night, looking down at the glowing Liyue town, he has more questions
way more questions
surprising Zhongli, Xiao shows appears when he's showing you around and getting you accustomed to the people/culture
he finds himself hoving behind you, shyly almost, never asking questions (at least not in Zhongli's presence
his reason for standing behind you is to protect you from any harm, so that way, when he decides to ask you more questions, you'll be there for him to do so and not dead or lost
when you tell Zhongli you'd wish to stay in Teyvat, specifically Liyue, Xiao is happy ngl
he can ask you questions and now that you're somewhat used to Liyue, having been here for four months already and planning to stay forever, he can catch you alone and ask questions without Zhongli hovering or acting as your tour guide lol
slowly, and I mean sluggishly slow, he's going to ask you more questions and he may, emphasis on may, tell you his own story
Scaramouche
you're from an alternate reality of Teyvat, a former doctor in your world. basically, Teyvat hundreds of years in the future. you've studied the human body to become a doctor obviously and you used to be able to bring back the dead using your bare hands. it didn't matter how far back ago they've died, as long as their full-body was still intact (full skeleton needed). though, the further back they died, the more energy you'd use, and if you run out of energy too soon, you couldn't bring them back. but now in this strange land, you can't. in exchange for your powers being lost, you're given an electro vision.
Scaramouche is tasked with finding out more about these odd meteors that keep appearing in various corners of Teyvat
and one very large one
he doesn't care who you are, what you are, what your excuse for being in Teyvat is, but he's been ordered to explore the fallen meteor and since you happened to be passed out inside it upon further exploration, you're part of the mystery he's been told to check out
and, it doesn't further help your situation that you landed in Snezhnaya, in the weirdest, not-so-warm clothing AND he finds you attractive (yes, you heard it here folks), plus you're going to catch hypothermia out here dressed like that
it would suck for a pretty girl such as yourself to be frozen to death
so Scaramouche decides to take you to the Tsaritsa, who leaves you in Scaramouche's care since he found you
she says he can do whatever he wants you, dispose of you, etc.
when you finally come too in an odd room on a couch in front of a fireplace, you're confused, cold as hell despite the flames, and when you see his face, you're immediately angered, which he finds odd
it's almost as if you recognize him... but he doesn't recognize you so he's confused as well
"what're you doing here?"
bold of you, he thinks. to question him with that tone as if you have authority here, over him
"watch yourself. I was going to ask you the same."
you don't seem too pleased with him though
"we agreed to never speak again, or so I thought..."
"are you stupid or are you just playing the stupid card to be released?" he'd say
though as soon as you burst and yell at him about a situation he's not familiar with, he's starting to understand a bit more
you're not from here, not anywhere in Teyvat at least, and by the way you're talking to him as if you know him, he assumed correctly that you're from an alternate reality, where he's also present
though despite his correct assumption, he demands answers and you cannot be allowed any kind of freedom until he gets them
you tell him your story and how in your world, a version of himself exists and that you were briefly married, though split because he was too much of a control/power freak for you and your daughter
he disagrees with the last part about him being a control/power freak ofc but
he decides he'll keep you around, against your wishes
one, because you can become useful if your resurrection abilities are awoken; you'd be able to save many fallen Fatui soldiers, with more training so you don't run out of energy ofc
and two, he doesn't think his other self would miss you very much if you're both on bad terms, he sure would miss such a pretty face if you were to leave though, that's for sure...
so, he's going to keep you around, so he can help train/get used to your electro vision. it works best that way since he has the same vision and can train you more efficiently (I think Scara has electro powers, just an assumption!)
he will also hopefully be able to awaken your resurrection abilities and if you can't, well then sorry you're disposable
overtime, all the Harbingers tease him about his little crush and he either denies it or strongly provokes it cause his ego is through his fucking hat
exhibit a. literally doesn't care that he's caught by childe staring at you train and will say something like, "and? you're just jealous she's not interested in you like she is me."
exhibit b. will throw a fit if someone accuses him and says he has, "no room for crushes or love." even if he was somewhat capable of it in your world...
3.22.21, rayofsunas
#rayofsunas#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#albedo#albedo x reader#xiao#xiao x reader#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader
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31. Would you come back to me?
Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.
" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils
" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.
" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said
" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled
" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.
Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.
" so what'd she tell you ?"
" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.
" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.
" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.
" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said
" I do love your mom Albus-"
" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.
Harry nodded hesitantly.
" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.
" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.
Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"
" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.
" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked
" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.
Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.
" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.
Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "
And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.
" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.
Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.
" I never cheated alb-"
" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.
" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.
" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"
" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.
" oh- who ?" He asked curiously
Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.
" someone" he finally replied.
And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.
The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..
" we need to end this " harry abruptly said
" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.
" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly
" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.
" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.
He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"
" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future
" no- you will not " he replied
" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed
" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"
" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.
" how-"
" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"
" then we fight-"
" I'll fight- can you ?"
And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.
" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.
" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"
"Then I'll be on your side- "
" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile
" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.
"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.
" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.
He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.
" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.
" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.
" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.
Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.
The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.
" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.
" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied
" pinky promise ?" He smiled.
Harry chuckled, then nodded
" do you promise ?"
" I promise "
" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.
" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken
" what- no " harry chuckled
" then what happened ?" Albus asked again
" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day
" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.
Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "
" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked
" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied
" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly
Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"
" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.
Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.
Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.
" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly
" what?" Albus blushed
" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.
" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.
" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him
Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"
" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased
" dadd " Albus whined blushing
" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.
" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.
Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"
Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.
" how did you-"
" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.
" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.
" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.
Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"
Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.
" one last question dad "
" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again
" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"
Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "
" but who'd you love more then?"
Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.
Sighing Albus gave up.
" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.
" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"
Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "
The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.
" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled
" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..
Harry sighed before nodding.
" for an hour.. "
And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.
They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.
" potter "
" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.
" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..
( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )
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John Wayne
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary: Christmas lights and stunning dresses are enough to spark a desire for a winter romance. But could you have possibly gotten the wrong idea?
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: fluff, angst
A/N: I might've listened too much to Cigarettes After Sex while writing and this is totally not a song inspired fic, born purely as a result of my procrastination with other projects
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You were staring at the crowded dance floor.
Beautiful ladies were being spun around by their partners, gorgeous gowns twirling and swooshing with their every elegant move. Everything was perfect about them; from their smile which lit up the Great hall more than the sparkling white Christmas trees, to the way their wrist gracefully twisted around their lover's neck, eyes piercing into theirs. The music was playing, slow and melancholic, exactly as it had been playing for the last few hours, luring lovers and encouraging them to bare their souls in front of each other.
And so they danced, connected by fearful desire, united by hope and bonded by love.
It was a kind of magic no one could truly understand, mysterious and private as though you weren't meant to witness it that night. So when among the sea of couples lips met in a silent oath, your heart began to ache, pleading you to leave.
It should have been you. It should have been you the receiver of those loving glances, of those kisses which made your head dizzy and caused your knees to buckle, but it would've been no problem as you would've had the arms of your lover to keep you secure. Then, as you'd dare to look up through your lashes, gorgeous eyes would be already on you, their obscure flame consoling you and pulling you in. And you'd simply fall, letting the warm, velvety darkness envelope you.
You flinched from the slight chill, rethinking your choice of a sleeveless dress. The enthusiasm with which you had picked it months ago now seemed utterly ridiculous and foolish as you were sitting a good distance away from where you believed you'd have been dancing your heart out. But, as you took one last look at your surroundings, only to spot your lovestruck friends indulging in the presence of their partners, the comfort of your pajamas seemed far more tempting than the unreasonably expensive piece of fabric which didn't even matter to you anymore.
It was pitifully funny how things could change in the blink of an eye, in a single breath; how fast you had gone from blooming with excitement to wondering how you were foolish enough to contribute to your own heartbreak.
"How come I'm just finding out about this?" Fred exclaimed, chasing after you down the stairs of the Astronomy tower. "I bet I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for those Ravenclaws chatting back in class."
"You were gonna know eventually, what's the deal?"
"My point is, why didn't you tell me and I had to hear from someone else?"
A group Hufflepuffs gave you questioning looks as you practically ran past them, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process, "You're making a fuss about nothing, stop acting entitled to every piece of information in my life!"
"McLaggen? That git?" Fred yelled in frustration and disbelief; he didn't at all acknowledge the small crowd which had gathered to observe the scene, nor did he care in the first place. He stopped in his tracks, gripping the wooden railing tight, knuckles turning white and jaw tense. "You cannot be serious."
Shocked faces now turned to you, and you desperately wished you could use reducio on yourself. Instead, opposite to what your consciousness was screaming at you, you dug your feet into the floor and shot Fred a stern look over your shoulder, "We're not discussing this right now. Besides, what's in it for you anyway? You're going with Angelina."
Had you kept walking, you would have missed the way Fred's chest was heaving with shallow, rapid breaths, and his face was more maroon than you had ever seen. And you? You couldn't quite breathe yourself.
A week ago your untamed happiness brightened every room and hallway; classes seemed to fly by, exams were over and the Yule ball was right around the corner. Your heart was ringing with joy as you were so looking forward to forgetting your troubles for just one night.
In the midst of shining Christmas decorations and beautiful dresses a dreamy, yet pretty bold idea had begun to form in your head, an idea which Ginny and Hermione encouraged with their support and affirmations. Deep down you had started to believe Fred Weasley took an interest in you, harboured feelings for you even, and your ever-present goofy banter which contained far more flirting than what would be acceptable between two best friends, only fed your imagination and raised your hopes up.
You were aware you were the only one on the receiving end of Fred's teasing jokes, cheesy pickup lines and lingering stares which had you staying up an extra hour in your bed at night. Even his siblings shared the same opinion - there was no way on Godric's sword that a person who clearly wanted to be around you as often as possible and got his hands on you every chance he could, wouldn't be at least a little bit interested in you.
That's why you nearly broke down when exactly a week ago in the hallway Ron casually mentioned his older brother had just asked out Angelina.
The ground was pulled beneath your feet, vanishing along with your oblivious hopes. The news stung sharply, leaving a sour taste in your mouth; never had you believed you’d spend the few days before the ball stitching up your heart, and you were willing to do just about anything to forget about your humiliation. So when McLaggen invited you with an obnoxiously flirty note in Charms class, you didn’t hesitate much.
You could feel a wave of tears burning your eyes as you looked up to where Fred was standing. His face and ears were still as red as they could get, and his chest was vibrating with every shaky breath he took. Fury had disappeared from his eyes long ago, replaced with concern, regret and hurt which you couldn't quite place.
He climbed down the few remaining stairs.
"He's obnoxious! And beyond what's good for you!" Fred stated, though his voice now lacked power and slightly trembled, loud enough just for you to hear. "You're setting yourself up for a pretty bad night."
You swallowed down the dry lump in your throat and finally turned around to fully face him, looking him up and down.
"Seems like I have a terrible taste in men then."
A second glass of firewhiskey did nothing to burn down the growing turmoil in your stomach. You tapped the edge of the empty glass with your fingers and smiled at your friends who were visibly exhausted from dancing to upbeat songs for quite awhile now, but enjoying their time far too much to take a break. You admired their spirit - just because you weren't feeling your best, it didn't mean your friends didn't have the right to have fun.
However, the inevitable sense of regret lingered in your bones, and you found it hard to not focus on how the ball had gone wrong for you, in more ways than you had originally thought.
Even without Fred as your date, there was still a chance you'd have a good time. McLaggen could undoubtedly make it awkward to be around, and with the fact that your heart had recently been sliced open, you weren't sure how much of his ridiculous antics you could take. But at least he was trying; if you put aside his overbearing ego, you could see genuine effort into creating something romantic for both of you. It was going to be okay. Not necessarily what you desired, but somehow okay.
And that last bit of hope vanished the second you caught your former date snogging your crush's date in an empty classroom merely an hour ago.
You didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the universe's bitter joke, but the tears on your face as you ran down the hallway in your beautiful dress were eloquent.
A bitter, bitter joke.
You couldn't take it anymore. The charming smiles, sultry glances and stolen kisses you had been observing for the past hour were too much. And when another slow song made an appearance, you rose to your feet and headed towards the tall doors of the exit. Perhaps sleep would be a decent ending to your horrendous night.
You had barely made it out of the Great hall when loud footsteps echoed on your right.
"Bloody hell, I've been looking for you!" Fred said through heavy breaths, having run all the way to you as it seemed. His ginger hair had escaped its slicked look long ago, now too messy to fix despite his numerous attempts to smooth it back. His suit was no better, slightly wrinkled and shirt open to the third button.
"Why have you?" you asked and folded your arms, feeling a bit chilly in the hallway.
"McLaggen. About him," Fred sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry for having to say it, but I just saw him-"
"I know."
Fred frowned in confusion.
"You do?"
It was your turn to let out an exasperated sigh as you looked down at your feet, "Yes. A while ago."
Fred's features softened.
"I'm sorry."
You barely found it in you to respond with a weak smile, "It's alright. I guess I was right. I do have a terrible taste in men." Then you gave Fred a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry for Angelina too, it's horrible she did this to you."
Your friend allowed the ghost of a smirk to appear on his lips and he shoved hands into his pockets, "I'm not really affected by it in all honesty," he shrugged. "I'm rather angry about the fact that the prat thought he could pull off something like this and get away with it."
Fred's heart ached at the sight of your slumped figure and glossy eyes; he hated himself for having contributed to the failure of the event you were expecting with so much hope. He tilted his head to the side, attempting to meet your gaze.
"I'd gladly prank the crap outta the git until he doesn't even dare to show up to classes… But for now is there a way for me to make your night any less terrible, love?"
You couldn't help but giggle at the thought of McLaggen skipping classes out of sheer fear of Fred. But then your thoughts wandered to the way Angelina was practically straddling his lap, and you wondered if Fred had been doing the same all this time unbeknownst to you; if right after a flirty joke sent your way he'd go to an empty classroom and kiss Angelina with the passion you had just witnessed.
The image of Angelina's lips on Fred's caused you to become nauseous and you attempted to swallow down that lump again.
"No," you replied. "But please, tell me one thing. What was that entire tantrum for?"
Fred didn't really seem taken aback by your question, realizing you'd eventually bring it up. He furrowed a brow, carefully thinking of an answer, and wettened his lips.
“Perhaps it would be inappropriate of me to say it- selfish even, but the mere thought of you being in the embrace of someone, especially with that someone being a foul git, caused me to get unreasonably angry.” Guilt was seeping into his every word and he bitterly chuckled to himself. “Ironic, isn’t it? Attempting to spare you heartbreak by being the reason for it.”
He gently took your hand and looked into your eyes, remorse swimming in his own, "I had no right to treat you the way I did. I'm terribly sorry for being controlling and you absolutely do not have to forgive me. Just know that I truly regret my actions; I never intended to hurt you."
His words were a feather-light caress to your wounded heart and you shuddered. You couldn't stay mad at him. Reciprocated feelings or not, he was still your best friend and you wouldn't let that go.
"Apology accepted," you gave his hand a light squeeze and Fred beamed, the entire hallway lighting up with him. Dread released your chest of its merciless grasp and you could finally breathe. However, one question never ceased to haunt you. "But I just need to know…” you began, absentmindedly playing with his fingers, “...why were you so upset to begin with?"
Fred's shoulders immediately stiffened and he averted his gaze from you in an attempt to come up with a reasonable reply. His jaw was clenched, and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I didn't want you to go with him." He stated simply. "Not when you could've easily gone with me instead."
You froze.
"What do you mean?” you asked timidly, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “What about Angelina?"
Fred only shook his head, fighting back a grin.
"Darling, Angelina was never the catch."
The air was knocked out of your lungs.
You could only stare at Fred wide-eyed, and though his expression was unreadable, maroon had begun to crawl its way up to his ears and cheeks again.
"I'm sorry for putting you through all this," Fred spoke softly as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, a kiss that awakened the butterflies within you. "I was really too much of a wuss to confess to you and settled for this instead."
"I guess that makes us two," you smiled sincerely, perhaps for the first time that night. Fred returned your smile with a grin, and asked.
"How can I make up to you for this oh-so-awful mess?"
"Dance with me," you said without skipping a beat. "That's what you owe me at least. Let's finally do what we both wanted."
Fred's expression became serious as he intertwined his fingers with yours, and led you into the direction of the Great hall, from which music could still faintly be heard.
"With the greatest of pleasure, my love."
Most people had already gone to bed, leaving just a few couples and you to drench in enchanted serenity. Fred's arms around you felt like home as you both swayed to the soft rhythm of the song, one of the many to follow, but his racing heartbeat under your palm caused your own pulse to speed up as well.
You looked up at your lover through your lashes, gorgeous eyes already on you, their obscure flame consoling you and pulling you in. There was an odd, enigmatic allure that Fred possessed, and even after years of knowing this man, it only caused you to fall further into the velvety hell you didn't wish to escape from.
And when his lips collided with yours, they tasted sweeter than the forbidden fruit.
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About revived (by Derivakat)
(Disclaimer: Nothing against Derivakat, I think her songs are amazing in general and she's very talented, I simply have a bone to pick with these lyrics and characterization)
So um, here's my counter to some of the lyrics because fuck it, I'm tired and fueled by spite, let's go:
Let's start with the chorus:
"White streak in my hair but no stress now" - Funnily incorrect, cc!Wilbur confirmed that the white hair is from stress itself, it's not about the revival process alone. Also just by reasoning, I cannot imagine what might have been stressful about spiralling and believing that the world is out to crush you, believing that you're the scum of the Earth as well, only to die, spend 13 and half years in dark isolation and then being jolted back up to life missing huge chunks of information, really cannot fathom how that might be stressful /s
"I've seen hell, but this is a bit more my style" - True you know? It's awesome that he's said that he's over the moon about being alive again after spending 13 and a half years of pure isolation in the dark, screming until his throat was hoarse. But coming from the tone of it, I'd like to point out that Wilbur's also still passively suicidal and self harms (check out the part under "He doesn't love TNT, he self-harms with it" in this post)
"A decade of time to make everything mine" (also counts for "This is my sunrise, this is my dawn, this is what I've waited for all along. All of this time, all this is mine. MINE. MINE. MINE!")- Honestly, based on what he's been doing, no prejudices, forget everything fandom's said: he doesn't really seem to want to "make everything his", does he? This perception mostly comes from him saying "This is my sunrise, this is mine!" in the original revival stream, however, if you forget about common fandom perception, what's so evilly framed about a guy who spent 13 and a half years of isolation in the dark saying "this is my sunrise!" after watching the sun coming up again for the first time since his death, in which he was extremely emotionally unstable? Like for real?
Now onto the verses:
"Am I the bad guy? I'll be the bad guy again" and "I've come back hell-bent" - Now, he has said that: “Here’s the thing, Tommy. I, I, I, I know I was bad, and I know I can redeem myself, but like, you know, there’s a little bit of fun in being bad, you know, we’ve spoken about this.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 11:31, 5th May), BUT, since then he's also expressed genuine remorse for his worse actions during Pogtopia (check out the parts under "He really regrets what happened in Pogtopia" and "Wilbur cares. A LOT" in this post), a wanting to redeem himself and truly become better and... uh... OH! He's also admitted that he's afraid he scares people and cried when Ranboo said that he was "an alright person". For real, just watch the Healthy Competition stream and read this reddit post by cc!Wilbur
The reddit post in question, just in case:
"You think I cared? It was always a means to an end" - So false. Just... so false. Ok, so quick one, let's review the actual lines said originally about him "not caring for L'manburg" in full:
“Uh, one thing, I didn’t actually really care about L'Manberg, I just cared about, you know, sticking it to the man. Actually, I cared about L'Manberg for the sole reason that I could use it to stick it to the man.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 24:18, 5th May)
“Look, I- Okay, I said it wrong. Look, I did care about- I did care about L'Manberg, but I cared about it for- You would call it the wrong reasons, but I, I- Just don’t think about it, don’t think about it too hard. Look, L'Manberg’s gone now, we’ve got that, you know- That, that wart on my side is gone, you know. I salute it, I salute it, you know, it was a great- It was a great place.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 25:18, 5th May)
“Look, Tommy, I’m gonna reiterate for you once more because I don’t think you quite understood, and that’s okay, you know, you don’t need to understand everything. I did care about L'Manberg. I did, I did. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, Tommy. L'Manberg would have been as loved by me had it been called Bimbum and was built in the middle of the desert.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 26:05, 5th May)
“The actual location, and the actual things it was, it were, were not important to me. It’s the thing it stood for. Which was freedom, liberty, and sticking it to the man, Tommy!” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 26:26, 5th May)
“We were a family, Tommy. We were…” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 27:26, 5th May)
So as you may see, he retracts himself immediately and explains his feelings with more nuance
Then, let's look at the more recent confession to Ranboo:
“I told Tommy that I didn’t actually care about L'Manberg, and that it was just like a tool for me to use to gain like, you know, power and stuff. But it’s not, it’s not true.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 26:36, 3rd Aug)
“L'Manberg is- was really important to me. And it is still to this day.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 26:47, 3rd Aug)
“I want it to, em, I want its history to live on not as a stain caused by me, you know. I basically just took a big shit on the history books, it feels like. I wanna, I wanna make it, I wanna make it feel like it was, you know, it was something that happened. You know, it was a great thing, you know, think of the good times. The- The years of safety. Well, not years, but you know.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 26:47, 3rd Aug)
If this got more explicit I'd be literally hitting you over the head with it. Anyway, check out the parts under "Wilbur cared. A LOT" and "He really cared and cares about L'Manburg, and didn't want its ideals twisted to hur others with" in this post
"So who cares? So what? I'm not calming down" and "Shut up! And listen" - “Tommy, shut up! I mean, Tommy, come over here. Tommy, come over here, come over here, man. It’s cool, it’s cool, it’s cool. Sorry, I, I-” (Alivebur)
– (Wilbur’s A Deck of Cards with a Green Smile on them: 26:08, 31st May)
That line's totality gets often cut down, erasing the immediate apology after the loss of cool. Furthermore, I'd argue that him "not calming down" in general is mainly due to his euphoria and overexcitement during certain scenes where it makes complete sense for him to be feeling like that, and in a broader sense, he has a tendency to say things in the heat of the moment and out of impulsivity that he turns to later regret from all the way back at Pogtopia. Him not calming down now is either out of impulsivity or outright euphoria to be out of limbo, not necessarily an evil thing. And when he percieves he should calm down, he tries his best to do it, or apologizes for snapping
“I’m sorry I wasn’t, you know, entirely on the same page. But, man, I promise you, I’ve calmed down, you know, I’m all, I’m all settled in. I understand, you know, what’s changed, what hasn’t, who’s new, who’s old, you know, who’s still about, you know, who… Who, uh… uh… Who trusts me and stuff.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 15:04, 3rd Aug)
“I relived that explosion in my head so many times man. And, and, and I- I get that you don’t, you don’t trust me, I do, but like, man, look at me, bro, I’m not gonna do it again. I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna hurt you again.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 21:21, 3rd Aug)
(Check out the parts under "Wilbur cares. A LOT", "Paranoia and distrustfulness are integral parts of his character", "Self-loathing and self-sabotage are also integral parts of his character", "He hesitated regarding the button tons of times" and "He feels inhuman. He knows that people see him as a freak, evil or crazy and that makes him feel dehumanized" in this post)
"There's nothing wrong with me" - BUDDY. Wilbur drowns in self-hatred, what are you talking about? The man got caught off guard and cried when someone said "you're an alright person"... He's worried that he scares people, he knows how others see him on top of his own self-hatred
“TommyInnit, as you know, is just, he thinks I’m insane. I’m not insane, chat, I’m not insane.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 4:30, 16th Oct)
“See, I’m not so crazy, Tommy. I know what I’m doing.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 16:40, 16th Oct)
“I’ve told you, I’m not crazy, Tommy. I know what I’m doing, and this is genuinely the best thing we could do right now.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 17:18, 16th Oct)
“I’m not crazy! How am I crazy?!” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 43:18, 17th Oct)
“Everyone I seem to meet has this deep intrisnic feeling of disgust towards me. Jack Manifold seemed to be quite nice to me, but I reckon he, I could feel it, you know, in his stare. But like, you don’t have that. I can tell you’re a good guy.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 30:24, 5th May)
“Quackity, I’ve, I’ve, I’ve, I’ll be honest you with you, I’ve lost everything, man. I, um. I’ve lost decades of my life. I’ve lost my- most of the people who cared about me. Some people don’t even know I’m back yet, and I, and I think that’s probably for the best. So I feel like that does humble a man. That really humbles a man, you know?” – (Wilbur’s A Deck of Cards with a Green Smile on them: 1:00:52, 31st May)
“Listen, Phil, I met, I met Quackity. After you very kindly lent me your house. I went and met him. Yeah! I met up with him, and I hadn’t seen him in ages. It was, I’m gonna say it, it was nice. It was a nice time. I- I- It felt good, it felt, uh, you know, he didn’t, he didn’t seem afraid of me, which is cool.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 7:38, 25th July)
“Not many people do. I mean, Phil, you don’t seem afraid of me, you’re not afraid of me, are you, Phil?” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 8:03, 25th July)
“Good, good. 'Cause I’m not afraid of you.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 8:10, 25th July)
“Why? Why? … No, no, no, no, no, not the, not the bit about the, not the bit about the right foot, the why don’t you think I’m a bad person?” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 35:13, 25th July)
“Can I be real with you, man? I think I scare people.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 36:30, 25th July)
“I mean, like I, I, I, I don’t think I, I- I think a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them, you know? Like they’ve seen what I can do, and they don’t want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 36:46, 25th July)
“Dream is- He’s had his comeuppance, and I have not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for this people. They’re just waiting, they’re waiting for the next thing for me to slip up on, and, Ranboo, I’m not gonna fucking slip up, Ranboo. I’m different.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:07, 25th July)
“I’m living in eternal limbo, again. I’ve been through limbo, I’m out of limbo, and socially, I’m still in this limbo.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:36, 25th July)
(Check out the parts under "He feels inhuman. He knows that people see him as a freak, evil or crazy and that makes him feel dehumanized", "Paranoia and distrustfulness are integral parts of his character" and "Self-loathing and self-sabotage are also integral parts of his character" in this post)
"Oh yes, I blew up the nation!" (said with glee) - I make a point of the tone in this specific line, because I could make a point of the tone in the whole song, but this line is a good example. He didn't blow up L'manburg just with glee like "hell yeah! I did it!". Of course he talks about it with pride sometimes, but it's usually either said in the middle of the same impulsive moments in which he'd claim he doesn't care, said with relief of him having control over at least that situation (like him sighing right after doing it just to ask Phil to finish it off by killing him), or said with the same deflection with which he'd claim that not having a grave didn't affect him and was badass actually since he only wanted it for the hateful obituaries anyway (which was a lie, and he admitted it on the third of august stream when saying "I was so pressed about not having a grave" in case you had doubts)
Finally, I want to make emphasis on the fact that: The explosion on the 16th had two main drives behind it and they often get glossed over. The first objectivee was blowing it up and causing just enough destruction to get L'manburg back (You know, when Wilbur still had some kind of hope). After his spiral went further and his paranoia and self-loathing worsened, his two drives become apparent: First was blowing it up to rid the world of the twisted thing L'manburg became, ridding the world of what the twisted version of his ideals became with Schlatt in control of them. Secondly, he wanted to end L'manburg as a part of himself and rid the world of himself completely (by this I'm referencing his suicide), he decided he wanted to die and expected that as a result since a lot of time before the 16th. The explosion was effectively a bigger projection of his suicide, rid the world of both himself and his creation, mixed with his constant desire to protect, it also becomes "rid the world of the corrupted version of L'manburg that became Manburg", because for all intents and purposes, since the important thing about L'manburg was its founding ideals, L'manburg had been dead for a long time at that point.
“Yesterday I had the perfect opportunity to blow everything up and finally end it, you know. I had the perfect opportunity to finally blow up everything and end it and just completely save everyone, right, from the tyranny of Schlatt and the tyranny of the existence of Manberg and L’Manberg, right.” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 25:17, 17th Oct)
“Explain it to me! Give me a reason! Give me a reason!” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 26:50, 17th Oct)
“Who else is it gonna hurt?! It’s gonna hurt Schlatt, Manberg, and-” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 26:55, 17th Oct)
“Why did I bring- I should have just done it. I’m such a fucking showman. I should have just done it.” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 27:18, 17th Oct)
“No you two can escape, I’ll be the… I’ll- I’ll- I’ll be… I’ll be trapped in here…” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 27:27, 17th Oct)
“I just- I just want to f… I just wanna end it, I wanna end it. I wanna press that button, man.” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 28:08, 17th Oct)
(Check out the parts under "Wilbur cares. A LOT", "Paranoia and distrustfulness are integral parts of his character", "Self-loathing and self-sabotage are also integral parts of his character", "He hesitated regarding the button tons of times", "He really cared and cares about L'Manburg, and didn't want its ideals twisted to hur others with", and "He really regrets what happened in Pogtopia" in this post)
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Summary: He used to be the popular kid in high school where everyone has a crush on him. He always gets Valentine's Day gifts be it presents, chocolates, homemade brownies, etc. He somehow brought his name to college where there were people who still finds him attractive. What happens when he bumps into a girl who treated him a lot different compared to others? Will he find out the truth behind her behaviour?
Theme: college au, childhood schoolmates but with a bad past
Genre: a little angsty, fluff ending though
Warnings: mild swearing (literally just one word), slight mention of harassment but nothing too crazy
WC: 4.6k
Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader
a/n: Hey hey :) I've had this in my google drive for quite sometime so my writing might not be so good here but bear with me. P.S the words in italics are his flashback, and hannie might sound like a jerk at one point but this doesn't portray him in real life because irl he's an absolute sweetheart :') Anyways, enjoy reading!
Coming to campus every morning only to find gifts and plenty of love letters in his locker has been becoming a daily routine for Jisung. Although he has never actually reciprocated any of them, he must admit that he did love the amount of attention that’s been drawn to him since back in high school.
He was the popular kid in school where he was known for his intelligence, charming personality and of course, his good looks.
Back in high school, girls would often slot in their confession letters in his locker almost everyday. Every Valentine’s Day, his table would be filled with chocolates and homemade brownies specially for him.
But all of those gifts would eventually be passed to his close friends for them to finish it for him.
Even now when he’s already in college, words spread around the campus of his status back in Saebom High, making everyone in Hankuk College know about him. Despite this new set of attention that was being directed towards him, he managed to make friends with a few people that he trusts.
Some of them were his classmates in college, some were his friends from music class, and some were his good friends back in high school.
That day was no different as he walked down the hall to go to his designated locker, only to find a pink paper that had been folded into a cute little heart.
“Another love letter? Dude, at this point you should really date one of them so that this whole shenanigan would stop.” Chan said with a soft chuckled as Minho and Jeongin nodded in agreement with the elder boy. Jisung rolled his eyes as he unfolded the paper and read the confession, that was pretty much the same as the other notes he received.
All of which, never got reciprocated simply because Jisung believes he hasn’t found anyone that peaked his interest yet.
After about 5 minutes, he slammed his locker shut as the four boys began to walk down the hall, not missing the constant shy giggles and whispers from every direction. Jisung simply walked with his charming smile plastered on his face, making some girls feel their heart flutter in their chest.
Just when they had made a left turn, a figure smaller than them came crashing straight into Jisung’s shoulder, causing both individuals to stumble back a step from the impact.
“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The girl who was rubbing her shoulder said as she locked eyes with him firmly. Jisung was slightly baffled as no other girl would even dare to look at him straight in the eye.
“Excuse me?” He said, his voice clearly confused but the girl simply rolled her eyes at him, slightly annoyed.
“You heard me. I don’t have to say it twice.”
“Do you even know who I am?” He asked, slowly starting to feel anger boiling through his veins.
“Do you think I care?” She taunts.
“Other girls would be scrambling away by now.”
“Oh, how exciting. Next time, wear side goggles so you can watch where you’re going.” Was all she said before she shoves past him to continue her journey down the hall to go to her class.
Everyone in that hallway was surprised with their little interaction. Some of them even snickered at her for behaving that way in front of him. As far as he knows, all the girls in school never dared to speak to him in person, nor would they even look at him straight in the eyes for they would either run away in embarrassment, or their face would turn flushed red.
Jisung tried not to think much of it as he continued his walk to his class.
During lunch, the boys had gathered at their usual table. However, Hyunjin and Seungmin were running slightly late this time. They were just a few bites into their meal when Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone at their table’s attention.
“Hey guys! Is it okay if our new friend joins us? She just transferred here so me and Seungmin offered her to have lunch with us.”
At the mention of a female, Jisung whips his head around, only to lock eyes with the same girl he bumped into just a few hours prior.
“You again? Try not to miss your mouth this time when you eat.” She said as her gaze locked on Jisung, leaving him speechless.
Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances at each other in confusion but decided to just carry on with lunch as they ended up sitting with her. If she weren’t too direct, Jisung could almost agree that she was acting quite the opposite towards Hyunjin and Seungmin. Maybe with the others as well. She seemed genuinely friendly and almost effortlessly bright with them.
If he was being honest, it almost upsets him that she treated him like an outcast as compared to the rest of his close friends. Days slowly but surely became weeks as she started to grow visibly close to Hyunjin and Seungmin probably because they were her classmates.
It was a Friday evening and they all decided to go to a pool bar where they had pool tables for people to play and also have light drinks if they wanted to.
They rented out two tables for themselves as they divided into two teams.
“Y/N! Join our team!” Hyunjin called as Y/N giggled, only for her to catch Jisung staring at her from one of the high stools beside the bar.
“I’ll join if he does.”
She said as she nodded her head towards Jisung, only for the others to immediately drag him to Hyunjin’s pool table. The game soon started as Hyunjin served first. She seems to surprise them everytime she serves because all her shots were smooth and almost effortless. It was as if she’s done this multiple times.
“Wow, how are you so good at this?” Seungmin asked as she smiled at him, only to answer his question.
“I guess I’m pretty good at aiming.”
The boy giggled as they watched Hyunjin score a ball. All the while, Jisung was silently watching her by the side.
Not in a creepy way but more like in a confused way. After they finished their one hour at the pool bar, they left to get dinner but she decided to call it a day for her and that she needed to go home to feed her starving kitty.
The boys bid her goodbye as she left, only for Changbin to question his friend.
“Jisung ah, you cannot tell me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued by her…”
With that, Jisung frowned as his mind came swirling back to all the times they’ve hung out with her and gotten to know her better. From all the mean comments tossed at each other like they were flat bread, to the time where she seemed genuinely concerned when Jisung nearly got run over by a speeding truck.
“No… No I’m not.”
Only he knows that it was a total lie but he wasn’t going to admit it to his friends.
His ego was too high for him to easily admit that after all these years of girls trying so hard to win his attention, all he needed was Y/N to come into the picture and that was all it took for him to finally fall for someone.
Nobody needed to know his true feelings for her. He didn’t think it would be much of a big deal so he opted to keep his feelings to himself. It was another week into April, when Chan decided to invite them over to his apartment to hang out and chill on a chilly Saturday. Chan of course included Y/N in the list, hence the reason why she was currently standing outside his apartment door.
She was wearing a brown fitted crop top, her favourite denim ripped skinny jeans, a bomber jacket and her white converse.
She was greeted by Chan as he opened the door wider for her to enter.
She made it inside only to find Felix and Minho challenging each other in a game of Mario Kart Race. Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin were busy playing Call Of Duty on their phones. Jisung, Jeongin and Chan were in the kitchen, cooking up some hot kimchi stew.
Y/N took off her jacket as she went to snuggle in between Changbin and Hyunjin, watching them play an intense game of COD.
She was just laying her head on Changbin’s shoulder when he jerked forward, making her body shake as he turned to Hyunjin and high fived him after winning first place. Just then, he noticed the sad pout on her face at the loss of warmth, making him giggle as he sat back down to let her rest her head on his shoulder again before he whispered.
“Sorry baby.” She giggled as she pinched his abs, making him squeak. He laughed as he corrected himself.
“I’m just kidding.”
She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder while they were all occupied with doing their own things. A few minutes later, the 3 boys from the kitchen came back to the living room with the pot of kimchi stew and a rice bowl.
However, Y/N didn’t miss the subtle frown on Jisung’s face when he saw her leaning her head against Changbin’s shoulder.
The 9 of them began eating diligently as they fit in almost any possible topic they could think off. After they finished their meal, she offered to wash the dishes since they were all busy. Chan told her not to trouble herself but she insisted on helping him.
She was scrubbing the second last bowl when she heard Jeongin’s voice calling from the living room.
“Noona! Come join us after you’re done washing the dishes okay? We’re gonna play truth or drink!”
“Okay Jeonginie.” She sang in a sing-song tune as she could hear some of them chuckle in the back.
As promised, she joined them after she was done with the last bowl, only to sit in between Minho and Seungmin. They went in a circle starting from Chan. It was in a circle until it reached her, only for Changbin to eagerly raise his hand.
“Oh! Oh! I have a good one!” Changbin said as his inner corner of the lips curved up into a cute smile, making her giggle.
“If you could go back to your past, what is the one thing that you would choose not to do?” His question was good. It was theoretical but good.
Suddenly, her eyes just instantly found Jisung’s soft brown ones as she told them her answer.
“The one thing I would choose not to do? Probably allowing myself to think that whatever people said to me was true.”
The guys started to frown as they asked if something bad happened to her back then but she simply shrugged them off and told them to continue the game. It went on until it was Jisung’s turn, only for Y/N to speak up.
“I have something I wanna ask him.”
This came as a surprise for the others but they let her do the honours anyway.
“Do you remember the girl who confessed to you back in high school?” She said. His eyebrows began to link together as he frowned at her sudden question.
“Huh?”
“The one where you rejected her confession by humiliating her in front of the whole school?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Think harder.” She said.
Suddenly, memories start to flood in his mind like a flash flood.
“H-Hi. I made these for you. I hope you like cupcakes. I k-know a lot of other girls do this for you too, b-but… I-I just thought maybe I should give you something too. I- umm, I like y-you Han Jisung.” The girl confessed as she held out the box filled with her homemade cupcakes that she took time to bake for him the night before.
She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as she diligently avoided his gaze. Just when she saw his arms reaching out to her thinking he was going to take the box from her, he forcefully smashed the box down making it slip out of her hands.
The students around them began to laugh as Jisung lifted a brow at her.
“Did you really think I’d accept your confession? Look at you. Who would date a girl who ties their hair in pigtails, have her tummy sticking out of her uniform shirt and constantly push the bridge of your spectacles up every 5 minutes? Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Nobody will ever fall for you.”
With that being said, he kicked the metal box away to reveal the fallen cupcakes as he went ahead and stepped on them like it was an insect.
The whole school laughed at her as she ran to the girls bathroom and locked herself in there as she cried her heart out. She was only 13 so it was slightly depressing for her to go through this terrible rejection.
Not only did he reject her in cold blood, he also humiliated her in front of everybody in the process. However, what made her even more upset is the fact that he didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of remorse for saying those things to her.
That memory was as clear as day as he winced at the thought of how immature he was back then. Nevertheless, he didn’t forget the question he got from Y/N as he went ahead to answer her.
“Yeah… Yeah I remember…”
“Do you remember what you said to her?” Her voice softened as she kept her eyes on him while the rest of them had their eyes trained back and forth between Jisung and her.
“I said… I said she should look at herself in the mirror and that no one will ever fall for her.”
The boys were shocked by how harsh he was to that said girl. Y/N could only smile sadly to him as she slowly continued.
“Do you feel bad saying those things to her now?”
Without much thought, he replied something that broke her heart.
“Why should I?” With that, she tried to hold back her tears as she looked at him dead in the eye before saying these next few words.
“Looks like you’re still that same cocky bastard huh?”
She soon got up from her seat on the floor, only to grab her things to leave when Jisung stood up to grab her wrist, stopping her from taking any more steps further.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, now genuinely confused as to what was going on.
“You’re really dense for someone as arrogant as you.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes bore into his, hoping he understood what she meant. After what felt like forever, Jisung finally realized as it was as though his life just flashed before his eyes.
“Wait… that was you?!” His voice was loud as it was laced with confusion and slight disappointment.
“And what happens if I say yes? Are you gonna ask me if I’ve looked into the mirror and realize that no one will ever fall for me?”
Her words stinged like venoms as he winced yet again but this time, at how hurt she seemed. She didn’t realise this but her tears were no longer held back as a few droplets rolled down her cheeks.
“Your words hurted me back then. So I tried to ignore it and move on. But when you said your answer just now, I realized that maybe you really are just an arrogant jerk.”
She finally pulled her arm out of his grasp as she left without sparing a glance to the others. Jisung has never felt so utterly remorseful, today was the first time. He mentally scolded himself for saying those words back when he was young and immature.
He has never felt so fucked up before, this was definitely the first.
A few days went by, Y/N hasn’t talked to either of the boys, not even Hyunjin and Seungmin. Every time Jisung tried to reach out to her, she would always successfully avoid him. It has been almost 2 weeks since they last talked to her as the boys agreed to go release their stress by going to the downtown club.
They had booked a booth for all 8 of them as they sat in there with some girls coming back and forth to try and get laid with either one of them.
Just then, Jisung’s eyes seemed to scan the room only to see a familiar figure dancing freely on the dance floor. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.
He double confirmed that it was in fact Y/N, as he got up and left the booth ignoring the boy’s calls.
Right when he was about to reach the dance floor, he saw her deliberately get dragged through the sweaty, intoxicated humans and towards the back door. He followed them close behind as he saw her struggling to free herself from the man’s hold.
The minute she was out the back, the man pushed her against the brick wall as he attacked her neck forcefully.
“Stop!” She begged.
The man ignored as he started to caress her waist and moved up.
“Stop it!” She tried again as tears started to roll down her cheeks desperately.
The minute she managed to put a distance between herself and the man, the metal back door swung open harshly only for her to lock eyes with Jisung as he rushed down the steps, only to land a solid punch to the man’s jaw.
The man fell to the ground drunkenly as he struggled to stand back up.
“What the fuck man? Get your own girl!” The man said as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist and was about to pull her when Jisung roughly shoved him off again.
The man threw a few drunk punches to Jisung and soon they were both in a fist fight. The two males were starting to have blood clots and bruises all over their bodies and faces when Hyunjin and Changbin came to stop the fight.
“Jisung! Jisung! That’s enough!” Hyunjin yelled as they both grabbed Jisung by his arms and pulled him back.
“Don’t ever touch her again.” Jisung growled as the man stumbled back into the club.
Y/N frowned as she visibly hugged herself, only to see Hyunjin and Changbin give Jisung a subtle nod before they both went back inside, giving privacy to Jisung and Y/N. Once they were alone in the dark alley, that’s when she spoke up.
“Why did you come? Afraid someone might fall for me?”
“You clearly weren't comfortable with him.”
“So what? Why do you care? It’s not like he would fall in love with me. Who am I for someone to even like me? Right?”
Jisung frowned as he called out her name softly but she was quick to intercept.
“I didn’t go to Hankuk to get back at you for what you did to me. Never in a million years did I think I’d even see you again. But now that you’re standing here in front of me, that very day comes back to haunt me again. Because of your words, I have been so afraid of falling for someone, even just a tiny crush. That’s what you did to me Han Jisung and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”
With that being said, she turned in her heels and left. Jisung stood there like an idiot as he cursed himself for letting her walk away yet again.
If this happened back in high school, he would probably laugh at her. But now that he was actually starting to like her, he has never felt so upset and disappointed. This was probably even worse than a break up.
She refused to speak to him for days after as she avoided everyone in the friend group.
It was a gloomy Friday night as she was laying on her couch sideways, watching a sappy romantic movie to drown her sadness. She was wearing a loose sweater that made it look like a dress on her. Her calf high socks and a pair of shorts she always wore to sleep.
She had just thought about what she could get for supper when there was a knock on her door.
“Who the hell comes at a time like this?” She thought to herself as she went over to her door and opened it without checking the peephole first. She almost stumbled as she locked eyes with the same pair of brown orbs that she’s been trying so hard to avoid for the past few weeks.
“Jisung? What are you doing here?” She asked, genuinely shocked at how he knew her address.
“Y/N, can we talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Please just hear me out. I don’t need you to say anything, I just need you to listen.”
She fell silent for a moment before she opened the door wider for him to enter. Once inside, he followed her to her living room, only for them to sit 3 feet apart. She urged him with a slight nod as he took a deep breath and soon began.
“Look. I know whatever I did to you back then was horrible. It was my ego talking. I didn’t know any better. We were so young… How could I possibly feel bad at the time when all I thought was to reject you?”
Just then, she cut him in by saying something that made him rethink his choices.
“You’re telling me that everything you said to me meant nothing to you just because it wasn’t you who received it?”
“I… I wasn’t thinking. I was young-”
“Bullshit. Even a 5 year old kid knows what’s nice and what’s hurtful to say to others. Don’t pull the young card on me.”
“Y/N please-”
“Get out. If you’re still gonna be the same arrogant, highly egoistic jerk then get out. You’ve said things that left a deep scar in my life and here you are saying it doesn’t mean anything? Get out.”
“Y/N-”
“I said get out!” She finally screamed as her chest was heaving, her tears streaming down her face in anger but she didn’t care. She got up as she dragged him to the door, while he tried to fight back. The minute he was out, she slammed the door behind her only to lock it as she found herself sliding down the door, only to sit on the wooden floor.
Her cries were soft, but they were filled with so much pain. On the other side of the door, Jisung could hear her cries as he too kneeled on the ground with his hands against the door.
He could hear her loud and clear as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to say a word to her as he remained quiet.
The next morning, Y/N woke up suddenly wanting to get herself breakfast to clear her memory from last night. She got out of bed, took a warm shower, got changed into her sweatpants, a big hoodie and a cap. She unlocked her door and had just taken a step outside when she jumped at the slight of Jisung seated on the ground beside her apartment door.
Since he was a light sleeper, the sound of her door opening, woke him up as he quickly got on both feet.
Before she could re-enter her apartment, he pressed his palms against the door to prevent her from closing it as he spoke up softly.
“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He begged as she wasn’t sure why but she decided to let him in. Once he was inside, they didn’t even bother to go anywhere further into her apartment as he stood by the door and began to explain himself.
“Y/N, please listen to me. I know what I did was bad. At the time, I didn’t realise how humiliating it was for you. But now that I’m an adult, I realized that my actions were extremely horrible and I would never, ever do that to anyone now.” He paused before he continued on.
“I know that whatever I said and did back then, I can’t take any of it back. And I don’t blame you for not forgetting or forgiving me for it. I admit that I deserve this from you. All I ask is for you to give me another chance to start over. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” He said with a tiny hope laced in his voice although he wasn’t so confident that she would forgive him this time.
She knew he felt guilty for whatever he did back then so it wasn’t wrong for her to give him a second chance right?
“How would I know you’re not just acting this way to set me up for humiliation again?” She asked.
“Would I say all those things and bring my ego down just to prove that I felt like utter shit after everything you told me, only to humiliate you even further?”
“Nobody knows what your ego is capable of.”
“If my words won’t convince you, would my actions do?”
“What if you do it, only to leave and tell on me to everyone else?”
“I can’t seem to get your trust now, can I?”
“Try being in my shoe and you’ll know.”
“Y/N please… I know I left a deep scar on you emotionally and mentally back then, but please… I beg you, please just… let me start over. I need you to trust me just this once.”
“Fine. But if you abuse my trust, I’m never speaking to you again.”
“Believe me, you have no idea how fucked up I felt that night at Chan’s.”
Right after he finished his sentence, he didn’t waste anymore time as he reached up to cup her face in both hands and soon kissed her. She instantly melted against his body as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kisses were so gentle, as if he was afraid he would break her again.
His touch was soft as he slid his hands under her shirt only to draw random patterns onto her waist.
Just then, he pulled away from her lips but it was so addicting he couldn’t help but peck her lips one last time before he spoke up.
“I’m really, really sorry Y/N for everything back then. I couldn’t help but feel like complete shit after that night when I found out that was you. You don’t have to forgive me, I totally understand.”
Y/N just smiled as she gently tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck before she spoke up.
“Would I have let you kiss me if I was still mad?”
He remained quiet as she then continued.
“Besides, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself so please, don’t take advantage of this.” She warned gently.
Jisung kissed her for slightly longer before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.
“I promise.”
With that, she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest while he snaked his arms around her smaller figure.
Ever since then, Jisung did everything he could to redeem himself for what he did to her back in high school. She slowly began to fall for him as she gave him a solid second chance and she could see how genuine he was now whenever he did something nice for her. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew that he really tried his best to win her heart. And it worked.
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Part two of this Anon's ask! Part one with the Brothers can be found here.
Diavolo:
The prince was trying to balance the pen on top of his nose. He had been in his office for hours as he went through paperwork and the man was losing his focus.
Beep.
Yes! A distraction! The demon let his pen fall to the desk as he picked up his phone.
'Ddddd I love you 🥰'
The prince grinned.
'I love you too, my Queen! 😘' He texted back then added. 'What are you up to?'
'Wiiinne.'
Ah so that explains it. They're drinking the wine he got them for their birthday.
'Aw. You opened it without me. Aren't you naughty?'
'😔'
'What's that face for, my dear?'
'Youre t9o busyy to spend tim e wth me 😢'
The prince frowned and rose from his desk.
'Where are you? I'm coming now.'
'Ou r room.'
The prince left the room and headed down the hall to his bedroom. He stepped inside and saw his Queen sitting on the couch by the fire place, wine glass and bottle on the low table in front of them. They were sitting with their knees to their chest and staring into the fire.
Diavolo approached the couch and sat next to them.
"I'm sorry, my dear." He said softly, pulling them into his embrace. "I know I've been working a lot lately."
"It's fine..." They mumbled.
"My Queen, you're not being honest with me." He told them, pushing some hair out of their eyes and behind their ear.
"It's just...lonely." They admitted softly. "I know I have my friends to spend time with, but it's not the same. I miss you."
The prince leaned in and kissed their forehead.
"I'm truly sorry, MC." The demon apologized. "I've been putting some extra work on my plate so Lucifer will allow himself more sleep. I know it must have been a hard couple weeks for you though."
The man did this occasionally. He knew how his friend was and knew that simply asking him to sleep more wasn't enough. Even if it was extra stressful for the prince, he wanted to do what he could for his friend so he didn't have to always worry for Lucifer's health.
"No... no, I know it's harder for you; you're the one doing the work." The human laid their head on their boyfriend's chest and closed their eyes.
"I'll be fine so no worrying about me." He kissed them on the top of their head. "How about we go out to eat Friday night? I should have my work done by then."
"Okay." The human yawned.
Diavolo smiled at them.
"Okay, time to sleep. Up you go." The man stood up and carried them towards the bed, covering them up, and giving them one last kiss on the head. "Good night, my Queen."
The demon listened as his love's breath slowed as they fell asleep before he turned and left the room. As much as he wanted to lay with his human and hold them close, he now had a new purpose to his work. After all, now he had to make sure the majority of his work was done before Friday. For his Queen's sake.
Barbatos:
Barbatos was in the kitchen, making a snack for his lord and his sweet human. Lord Diavolo had invited them over for a drink so the two had been sitting outside in the garden, watching the sunset while they had some wine. The butler had no qualms with this; he knew that both his love and his master were trustworthy. That and it was part of his job to come and go so he could spend time with them as well, even if he himself was not joining in on the drinking.
The butler took the finished dish back to the garden, only to discover the table to be vacant now. Raising an eyebrow, the man sat the dish on the table.
"Perfect timing!" The prince was suddenly behind him. "Barbatos, help me find MC!"
The smaller demon raised an eyebrow.
"Is my dear alright, milord?"
"Oh yes." Diavolo grinned. "We are simply playing a human game. Hide and Seek, as they call it."
A children's game? The butler remembered his human telling him about different activities they did as a child and that was one of them.
"I see." Barbatos nodded. "I shall help you then."
He and his master split up, searching the different rooms in the castle. The demon was suddenly concerned for MC; there were a lot of rooms in this castle that are dangerous for the average demon to enter and far more than deadly for a human like them.
He started checking the rooms he most dearly wished that his love would steer clear of.
Ding.
The butler pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. It was them.
'Barbie cmoe hide wtih me~'
Ah. Perfect timing.
'As you wish, my dear. Where are you?'
'Nnnope. You gtta say you lvoe me fust.'
The demon cracked a smile, a genuine one. Oh that human. I suppose the alcohol is making them a bit bold.
'I love you, my dear. Now tell me where I can find you?'
'Awwwwaww. I love yu t9o 😘'
His smile grew a bit more.
'This is awfully cute, my dear, but I still need to know your whereabouts.'
'The balroon~'
The ballroom? What an odd choice.
'I'm on my way, dear.'
The butler made his way to the ballroom and found his love laying on the floor in the center of the room.
"Do you require any help getting up?" He asked the human, who giggled in response.
"Nooo. Just lay down with me."
"I'm afraid I cannot--"
The human sat up and started tugging on his hand. They were really cute in this state.
"As you wish, my love." And so he laid on the floor next to them. "Now, may I ask why you chose this room to hide from my lord? There's nowhere to conceal yourself here."
MC grinned.
"That's point. He wouldn't think to look for me here."
"Ah, I see." The butler nodded. "You did well, my dear."
They giggled and snuggled up to his chest.
The two laid like that there for a while, enjoying the closeness. Eventually, the echo of the doors opening made it to their ears and they looked over to find Diavolo entering the ballroom.
"My, you two look like you are enjoying yourselves." He grinned.
"My lord--" He went to get up, but was halted by Diavolo's lifted hand.
"No, relax. Please enjoy the rest of the evening however you wish."
Barbatos let his master's words hang in the air for a moment before responding.
"Alright. Thank you, milord."
Solomon:
Asmodeus invited the sorcerer over for some drinks. In all honesty, he had planned on declining since he was close to a break through in his current magical project and didn't want to break away from it. However, the demon had let him know that MC agreed to join him and Solomon had to admit, he was curious about how that would work out. He had never actually seen his little Minx drink before.
This should be interesting, he thought to himself before telling Asmo that he'd be there later that night. When the time came, the three of them were sitting in Asmo's room, drinking and chatting together. The three laid together in a comfy pile on the bed. The sorcerer had to admit, it was a fun night. Asmo got a little handsy, but nothing that the couple wasn't comfortable with; the Avatar of Lust knew their boundaries after all.
At one point, MC had left to go grab something from their room. Fifteen minutes had gone by however and they still hadn't returned. Excusing himself from Asmo, the man went to MC's room to look for them, but it was empty. Strange. He took out his phone.
'MC, where have you gone to?'
A couple moments later, he got a reply.
'Seccret'
'Ah so you're hiding then.' He texted back, smiling. 'I see you're feeling playful.'
The man started searching the house, even knocking on Leviathan's door to ask if he's seen you. When he came up empty handed, the human man could only frown.
He took out his phone again.
'Little Minx, please tell me where you're hiding.'
'Nno'
He pursed his lips as he read that.
'Is something wrong?'
He didn't get a reply for a few minutes. When it did come, the man froze at the words.
'Soli, do yuo love mme?'
The man took a minute to respond.
'What brought this on?'
Nothing. He texted them again.
'MC, please talk to me.'
'I lvoe you, btu yuo makke me sadd 😔'
Something in the sorcerer deflated when he read those words. It took him a while to move past them, but when he did, he was ready to take action.
'Let's talk about this face to face. Where are you?'
'My romm'
Their room? Did they sneak back in there while he was preoccupied? Regardless, he headed back in the direction of MC's room and peeked back inside. This time, he saw light shining through their closet door. Solomon raised an eyebrow at this, but approached the closet.
"MC, will you please leave the closet?" He asked, but recieved no reply, causing him to sigh and quietly open the door.
He found them sitting on the floor, phone in hand, but face hidden in their arms. Solomon paused, not sure about the best course of action here. He eventually kneeled down in front of them and started stroking their hair.
"MC, talk to me." He said softly.
The other human sniffled.
"I was having fun." They told him. "I was having fun with you guys and enjoying myself, but then suddenly I wasn't and bad thoughts rushed in and I couldn't handle it."
"You should of told me earlier." Solomon scooted closer to them and pulled them in for a hug. "I'm right here for you. There's no need to hide away in a dark closet."
"But... I don't wanna be a burden to you." They lifted their head to look up at their boyfriend.
"Relying on me doesn't make you a burden; it shows that I am doing my job right as a boyfriend." He looked into the distance. "Though I suppose if you think such things than I haven't been doing my job properly."
"No! I didn't mean--"
The sorcerer brought his lips to hers, silencing their protests. When they broke away, he looked down into their eyes.
"You asked me earlier if I loved you... the truth is, I am not a man who finds honesty to be an easy thing, especially when it comes to my feelings. However... I cannot deny how much I care for you. I may not say it enough during our time together, but just know that I truly love and cherish you, even in moments when it seems like all I want is to get a rise out of you. Please know this."
MC started wiping their eyes.
"Do... do you mean that?"
"Yes, little Minx." He smiled down at them. "Now please try to remember this for tomorrow. It was difficult for me to admit this one time; I'd rather not have to repeat myself."
The two sat in the closet for a little longer, the boyfriend's embrace slowly wearing away at all of MC's insecurities.
Simeon:
It was at Mammon's birthday party. The brothers had really gone all out for the second brother and though some people were surprised at this, the angel was not. As complicated as the brothers and their relationships to one another are, he knew that they each cared deeply about the others, with Mammon included, of course.
The party was still at House of Lamentation, but they provided so many food and drink options and invited many people; himself and his fellow Purgatory residents (though he made Luke go home after a while when some of the guests were being...a bit much), some work friends of Mammon's from his modeling agency, and some other demons from RAD that the angel vaguely knew.
At first, Simeon hadn't planned on staying long, but Solomon insisted that he should use this as an opportunity to have fun then whispered that the angel just might get some secret alone time with his little Lamb if he were to wait till others had drank enough to forget their absence. Solomon was the only one who knew about him and MC's relationship.
Angel and human relationships are seen as taboo in the Celestial realm. It always has been, but his Father has been a lot stricter with the Rule since the incident with Lilith. This is why he tried so desperately to keep the human at arms length.... it was all in vain though. He loved MC dearly and his little Lamb loved him back. He felt like there was no going back once he knew this. Still, they had to be careful, had to keep it all a secret from others. The two never meant for Solomon to find out, but the angel had to admit, it was almost inevitable. His human friend was commonly with him and he was a very observant man. Simeon wasn't fully sure if he was trustworthy or not, but he gave the man credit for keeping the secret this long.
So there the angel was, standing on the side lines of the the Avatar of Greed's birthday party, only occasionally chatting with others who came up to him, and watched those around them drink into oblivion.
Bing.
The man pulled his phone out of his pocket.
'I LVOE you swet angellly mn 🥰'
Simeon raised his eyebrows. It seems that his Feather has been drinking with the others. Simeon himself was not a drinker. It's not a Celestial rule for angels or anything; he just simply is not a fan of alcohol and rarely partakes in it. Because of this, the angel never stopped to think whether it was the same for MC or not.
'I love you too, my little Lamb. Where are you right now?'
'T he roff.'
His eyes widened.
'The roof, my Feather?'
'Yeess'
The angel quickly (but as inconspicuously as he could) headed towards the front door. Once he was outside, he transformed and flew above House of Lamentation, scanning its roof. He found his human laying on the segment of roof above their room.
He flew down next to them.
"My Lamb, I don't believe this is a safe place for you, especially if you've been drinking."
"I'm fine..." MC merely shook their headed. "I do this all the time."
The angel pursed his lips, but didn't say anything as they patted the space next to them. Getting the hint, he sat down next to them and stretched a wing out to cover them and hopefully shield them from the wind a bit.
"The stars look really pretty in the Devildom, don't they?" The human said softly, staring up at the night sky. "The stars are so much more colorful here than in the Human realm."
The angel followed their gaze and nodded.
"Yes, it's a beautiful sight." He agreed, staring up at the deep specs of color.
Strangely enough, each star was a dark shade of the colors associated with the Brothers. Or maybe it wasn't so strange? The Devildom has always had Avatars of the Seven Great Sins, long before the seven brothers were even born. He remembered learning that in his Devildom History class during his first year at RAD though they never mentioned anything about them having connections to the stars.
"Though... I wish I could show you the night sky of the Celestial realm some day." He added.
"I mean... can you?" They asked, not breaking their line of sight from the sky.
Simeon frowned.
"No... I don't think it'd be worth the risk." The angel answered reluctantly. "I'd rather you not be any near the Celestial realm ever again."
Before the two were dating, MC and Solomon once visited himself and Luke up in the Celestial realm and had a meal. His Lamb had only gotten to see a small glimpse of the beauty that is his home. There's so much more that he wished to show them however and now... he likely never will. He feared the gaze of Michael falling upon them, of the older angel seeing them and figuring out their relationship. Michael cared about him, but just like he supported the death of Lilith for her human endeavors, surely he would also support whatever punishment their Father would choose for him and maybe MC?
"Oh..." MC lowered their head. "Well, what's it like then? The Celestial night sky?"
Simeon paused a minute, letting himself collect his words.
"It's... here in the Devildom, the days give just enough light to navigate the world, but the night is as dark as the void." He began. "In the Celestial realm, everything is bright and uplifting during the day and the nights don't so much get dark, but rather, the light gets dimmer, more gentle, and the pastel stars are seen through the clouds above."
"You get to live in a world like that?" They turned their head to meet his eyes. "It sounds so beautiful. We have nothing like that in the human world. Do you have any moons though?"
"No, just the stars and the sun our Father made for us." He answered. "The Devildom moons seem so big and foreboding to me however. I don't know if we are missing out much in that regard."
"The moon in my realm isn't like these three though." His Feather gestured to the orbs in the sky. "Ours is not as big and... I guess you could say it provides a gentle light for night time. I think it's because it reflects some of our sun's rays, but I can't remember for sure."
"It must be quite the sight, my Lamb." The angel gave them a soft smile.
"Could... could you come see it with me?"
His smile fell.
"I'm... I'm not sure." He admitted. "I don't think I could come up a secure enough excuse to ask for such clearance."
The human didn't say a thing, just pushed their knees up to their chest. Simeon used his wing to push them close to him and brought his hand to their chin. He had them face him before leaning in and giving them a gentle kiss.
"I love you... but this is all we'll ever get, isn't it?" They asked softly.
Simeon rested his chin on top of their head and stroked their hair.
"I love you too, my little Lamb." He told them. "And I... I do not what the future holds for us, but I will give my all to make it a happy one."
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My, I do be loving all these fictional characters and the things you write for them :3c (the ABO hc clotheslined me but I've never felt better) I hope it's not too weird to ask but would you mind to write something about what would the Autumn troupe be like if they ever bottomed for their partner? Thanks in advance if you decide to do
Fuck YESSSSSS! 🙏👏🙌 I just want you to know that I was so hype when I saw this is my inbox!! Thank you for your support on my A/B/O Headcanons, here’s that Bottom Autumn shit you’ve been waiting for! 😝
Warnings: EXTREMELY FILTHY NSFW, penetration/pegging, kinks, hot boys
(I’ll be making these as in what they think about it, what goes down, and what follows after 😏)
Bottom Autumn 🍁 Headcanons
Banri 🍂
Just a warning: he’s going to immediately refuse your suggestion, no way ANYONE or ANYTHING is going near his ass 😤
Then he thinks about it... and he thinks about it... until the idea just doesn’t leave his mind
The two of you have fooled around early on in your relationship (or maybe even before), so Banri’s experimented with quite a few kinks
Each time sparked a new curiosity in himself and this time was no different, and he also saw it as a challenge, he could totally take it!
And so Banri secretly prepares a big surprise for you, his butt himself 😙
Step 1: he has to practice the game, which shouldn’t be too hard since he’s pretty much perfect at everything
The first time he tried to finger/put a toy in himself, Banri’s face was extremely red and his body was flaring with heat, it was sorta uncomfortable
“This is... hng... not that bad but I don’t see how- ohhh... shit- shit!”
Obviously, he gets into a good rhythm quickly and, as he gets closer to cumming, he finds it harder and harder to stop himself from sinking into his bedsheets
Step 2: master the game, which basically means he continued to masturbate like that for a while, somewhat enjoying struggle to keep his voice down every time
Because he’s just so fucking perfect, he can take a lot with some practice, eventually learning how to ride on a toy just fine
Though the original goal was to get used to it so that way when you did it, the feeling wouldn’t affect him, Banri hates to admit that the restlessness of wanting you doesn’t leave
Step 3: play the game, it’s show time 🤩
He’s grinning really wide when he makes you lay on top of the bed, that’s immediately suspicious
“Relax, sugar, and you can watch me feel good, just like you wanted... ahahh!”
Your jaw dropped as you watched him take off his underwear and hop onto your lap, reaching behind his back to grab a bottle of lube (where did that even come from-?!)
His smug expression at your aroused shock faltered as he sunk down onto the member, a bright flush returning to his face and chest
It felt different to Banri... maybe it was the fact that you were there, he tried not to think about it as he started moving
Okay, a big miscalculation on his part was your movement, any time you bucked your hips up he had to grit his teeth in order to not make a loud noise
You noticed and tried to lift yourself higher, harder, Banri visible shivered, glaring at you with hazy eyes, those eyes that either said “Don’t you dare” or “I dare you” 👀
So, you pushed him over, grunting with effort, and managed to move forward inside of him even more
Banri protested, of course, despite the long whine that was brought out when you ground against that same hot spot he liked
What truly gets him is when if you grab his hair while fucking him, Banri loves feeling the tugs in time with your trusts
“Ughn- yeah! Fuck... harder, do me harder... shut up! I’m ah- hah... saying this for your benefit-!”
He demands that you be rougher with him, saying that he could handle anything you did to him, no matter what
Banri’s moans are quieter than expected but it’s still fairly loud, he gets really riled up the faster you go
By the time he cums, he’s gasping and he actually moans when he releases, you’ve only ever heard him growl out an orgasm
If you want to piss him off (if you can), cum inside him, it turns him on and he hates it 🙂
Banri recovers quickly so even after you’ve banged him into the mattress, he’ll be fine, much to your frustration (note to self: go harder next time)
“Hahh... ‘m fine, just don’t think I’ll always let you top me, babe! F-Fuck... wanna go again?”
Fav positions: reverse cowgirl (he likes to ride you/be in control and getting his hair pulled so it’s a win-win), doggy style (similar reasons, he also gets a little insecure when you look at his face too much), and pinball wizard (Banri likes to do this position to you a lot so why not reverse it, also you can tie his hands behind him 😇)
Juza 🍰
He stares blankly at you for a couple of seconds, looks down, looks back up at you, then he wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion, as if asking “how?” 😶
But for real, Juza doesn’t understand how you’re going to manage that, he’s just really... big
You quickly reassure him that you can manage, and you begin explaining the process, and what you want to do, he goes really red with shock and embarrassment
He doesn’t disagree though, just shifts awkwardly in place before replying
“Would that... really feel good? Cause if you wanna, I don’t mind but... I dunno how- I’ve never uh-“
The actual idea doesn’t put him off surprisingly, he just cannot grasp the concept
Luckily you’re more than happy to demonstrate 🤗
Even though the two of you have been dating for quite a long time, although it was balanced who started the sexy times, it was always you who initiated anything kinky
After taking a bath, you instructed him to lay down on his stomach and he gulped as he slid off his undergarments
Smirking slightly, you reassured him that you would be gentle as you patted his butt, Juza only snorted in amusement
He flinched at how cold the lube was as you rubbed your finger over his entrance, he was as tight as you expected
You couldn’t see his face but by the time you worked two fingers, the back of his neck and ears were flushed and his breathing was staggered
Juza gasps when you decide to push a little harder, adding another to make him stretch, the action makes him jump
It’s pretty sexy to watch him squirm and his back muscles flex with effort to hold still, though he doesn’t make much noise
“Hmm... enough, ya don’t hafta mhg- be so careful. Just go already.”
As you pull out your fingers out, his body bucks backwards, then freezes, obviously not intending to do that
You go in slowly (after adding more lube, of course), and you heard him grunt as he grit his teeth together
Despite his insistence that it doesn’t hurt him, you still go gently, which he secretly appreciates upon feeling how burning it is 😅
Juza’s a pretty strong guy, so even having something up his ass doesn’t fold him completely
... Except for one thing, when you steady yourself by grabbing the back of his neck
It makes him feel breathless, especially when you start fucking him harder, squeezing the sensitive spot, his shoulders visibly shuddering
Once you get into a rhythm, Juza’s practically panting into his arm/pillow, eyes squeezing shut in flusteredness when a quiet moan escapes
“... Ghnn- hah! Hhhmn- fuck- my head’s feelin’ all... fuzzyyy...”
He’s starting to think that doing this kind of thing was harder then fighting people because the longer it goes on, the less he can handle the heat-
If you dirty talk or praise him, it doesn’t help 😉
You’re not really in the position to touch his cock, so he’s settled for rubbing it against his bedsheets, an action that gets increasingly desperate as he reaches closer to the edge
Juza’s moan just tumbles out of him when he cums, it’s deep and quick, he covered it at the last second by biting his hand 👌
He’s sweaty and a strange, warm sense of relief fills his chest as you pull out of him and kiss were you left small bruises
You’ll probably have to wipe him down because Juza can’t even look at you without getting frazzled... and just a little bit turned on again
“Th-Thanks... mmmm... it felt- well, it’s really good. I liked it, so... if you wanna, I’m tough so I can handle more...”
Fav positions: doggy style (particularly when he’s fully lying on his stomach, with either you grabbing his neck or putting his hands behind his back), scoop me up (you’re basically spooning him while being inside him, bonus access to your body heat and to biting his neck), and the chairmen (it’s less stressful than riding and you can touch Juza’s boobs pecs, much to his grumpy annoyance)
Taichi 🐶
You better not catch him while he’s drinking something because Taichi will have the most genuine spit-take you’ll ever see in your life
His jaw drops and he’ll whip around from what he’s doing to look at you like you’ve just stripped naked in public 😳
You want to what?! With his what?! That’s way too kinky for him and he’s never even done that- don’t you need to prepare a lot for stuff l-like that?!
“I mean, I wanna make you happy in that way too but- but- but that’s really a lot!”
He calms down after a while when you tell him that he really doesn’t have to if he’s so opposed to it, it’s just something you’ve thought about
Taichi doesn’t want to disappoint you, so if you explain exactly what you want to do, he’ll warm up to the idea (literally and figuratively)
The two of you have been dating for a long time now and though he does have some fetishes, Taichi is more of a giver by nature and gets embarrassed when you do things to him
Later, you ask him to lay back on the bed and spread his legs, he obeys after some hesitation, almost immediately covering his face with a pillow despite your coaxing
No matter, you’ll make him show his face soon enough anyway 😉
You slowly pulled down his undergarments, rubbing his stomach and thighs in reassurance when Taichi flinches
By the time you actually got to the prepping part, Taichi’s already pretty hard because you decided to stroke him at the same time so he doesn’t feel that much pain
To no ones’ surprise, he’s sensitive, his hips jumping up unintentionally as you move your fingers inside him with lube
His hole squeezes around your digits and you have to roughly wiggle to get anywhere, much to Taichi’s protests, who was already struggling to maintain composure as it is
When you finally get three in, his body was chasing yours, already close to cumming despite the painful sensation
It honestly looked like his face was going to explode based on how red and sweaty it was, breathing like he was running a marathon
“Ah- HAH! Don’t pull it out so suddenly... I-I can take more! Ngh... please?”
His face looked so cute, his eyes pleading, but the way his toned body arched against yours was undeniably sexy 😍
You tell him as much as you enter inside, slowly of course, and Taichi let’s out a high-pitched squeak in shock
His arms wrap around your shoulders/back, as if to ground him against the foreign sensation while the rest of him wanted to fly away
Giving him praise along with sweet nothings and dirty promises is really important, it arouses him but it also distracts him from the uncomfortable moments
Taichi whines and squeezes you tightly when you thrust more, pulling in and out of his ass carefully as he tried (and failed) to hold in his cries
By the time he’s close to finishing, Taichi is so loud and he is jumping up to meet your member in time while it hits that sweet spot inside
“Yes- yes- YES! More... oh g-goddd babe, please more- AH! IT’S SO GOOD...!”
This man wails and begs you to keep going, he’s really feeling hot now and encourages you with desperate pleas and breathless praise
Taichi’s nails might dig into your shoulders or create marks on your back (not that you really mind), a new kind of bright red on your skin that he’s never given you
Your hand could’ve stroked his wet cock, just a little, and he would’ve been a goner, cumming with a deafening yelp
Panting, Taichi is boneless against the bed, looking like he’s having an out-of-body experience, only reacting when you started to wipe the drool that leaked onto his chin from his lips
Please give kisses and aftercare thank you, he’s a good boy 🐶
He’s voice his hoarse but giggly as he keeps his body wrapped close to yours, dazed from his intense orgasm
“Heh-heheheh... ah- that was awesome! Felt really hot, I can’t wait to have more~! I-I can, right?”
Fav positions: missionary (the classic, this works because you can see his face and he can cling to you easily), the om (it’s extremely intimate which Taichi likes, it’s also easier to ride), and show and tell (basically means touching yourself while really close to your partner, he does this as a top but it’s fascinating to watch him do it with his butt, gets puppy embarrassed)
Omi 🐺
He’s surprised, that’s for sure, but not as surprised as you are when you find out that he’s... actually tried it before 😱?!
Omi blushes and says that when he was a part of his motorcycle gang, sometimes his buddies would offer some... different kinds of riding as a form of stress relief
He’s quick to say that it’s all in the past and he didn’t even do it that often anyways...
You’d have to stay firm in your convictions in order for him to agree, as it’s just slightly humiliating for him-
“Well, uh, if my baby is sure of what they want, I wouldn’t mind trying something new tonight.”
But, of course, Omi eventually agrees 😈
After preparing the proper supplies (with him double checking out of caution), you laid back onto the bed per his request as he straddled himself on top of you
He was already fully undressed, and the daring position allowed you to gawk at his sexy, muscled body in all of its glory, your hand instinctively reaching up to brush against his face in reassurance
Omi leaned into your touch, only pulling away to grab the bottle of lube to lace it onto his own fingers
You watched in awe as he leaned back with one hand, and fingered himself slowly with the other
He grunted with effort, clearly uncomfortable and not quite used to the stretch but continuing none the less, for your own benefit, he assured himself
Determined to not let you down, Omi pushed another inside, his strong fingers having no trouble doing so, though his eyes closed shut at the pain
You took some pity on the poor man and made a move for his cock, which was barely half-hard, making your lover take a sharp breath as you stroked it
With your combined determination, Omi eventually relaxed considerably, moving three fingers and groaning your name as you teased his arousal
“Are... you having fun down there? I- mmgh- I feel like I’m not quite reaching something. Let’s get to it...!”
He sat up completely and sighed as he slipped his digits out, Omi bit his lip as you lifted your member up to his hole
Swiftly but careful, your boyfriend sunk his body down, legs spread open, hands resting on your chest momentarily (nearly crushing you in the process)
After a few minutes, you pat his butt as if he was a horse that needed to ‘giddyup’, making him laugh as his eyes glittered seductively 😋
Omi then proceeded to fuck himself rather ungentlemanly, his own dick slapping harshly against his abs at every bounce
At first for Omi, it didn’t feel that different from his hand, just the thickness made him slightly more sensitive
He leaned back a little bit to adjust, and suddenly his nerves were electrocuted with pleasure, you were reaching deeper than he could on his own and-
“Ohhhh- hah... ugh, right there. I found it just- god this is a lot to- HHn- process...!”
Omi’s body was dripping with sweat as his face and neck flushed red, gruff moans and pants stumbling out of his open mouth
It’s probably best to use your hands to help out his now very hard cock, it looked as ready to burst as the rest of his body did
His thick, scratched thighs shook heavily as he slammed his ass on top of you over and over again upon nearing his climax
Omi is praising your own dazed expression as he grits his teeth to contain the sounds of his orgasm, only throaty growls escaping
While he pants and returns to his senses, you can only stare and gulp at the dripping cum on his pecs and his honeyed expression
He speaks as he leans down for a kiss, finally arising from your lap-
“You made me feel so hot, like a wildfire... mmm- spreading. Hrmph... thanks. For next time, did you want to touch me more~?”
Fav positions: cowgirl (is used to this pace the most and it’s a bonus for you cause it’s nice to watch 😉), CAT position (aka. the Coital Alignment Technique, its close and intimate, which he likes), and the stickman (basically you bend him over a sofa or table with his hands on his thighs, perfect for the kitchen, also easy to get rough with)
Sakyo 💴
You honestly thought you were going to fucking die on the spot from the sheer iciness of the glare Sakyo gave you
Like, you wish to top him, but are willing to fight him to the death for it? Because that’s the only way he’s budging 😠
The thought honestly makes him so embarrassed he wants to die
The embarrassment only increases if you threaten suggest to complain to Sakoda about it
That guy’s already way too involved in his love life, he doesn’t need to be involved in THAT kind of thing too-
“... I’ll consider it. That is all you’re getting from me... don’t you dare tell anyone. And stop looking so happy!”
Later in the week, Sakyo is searching online for... certain products and tells himself that if they have a discount, he’ll let you do it
... Of course, the oNE TIME- guess he has no choice now 😑
More time had past and just when you thought that it was a pointless endeavor, one night on his day off, Sakyo dragged you into the bedroom
He stared at you intensely from on top of the bed as he shook off his jacket and belt before tossing you a small box
You choked on your own spit as your jaw dropped... what the box contained was... a vibrating dildo 😩
Sakyo rolled his eyes and told you pointedly that you were going to use that on him, and if he didn’t like it, there would be no continuation, understood?
With a “yes, sir” and a heavy blush, you agreed, tackle kissing him against the sheets
By the time you poured the amount of lube he considered ‘safe’ and shoved the toy inside him, Sakyo was already halfway to being breathless, not expecting the sensation to be so painful (or so pleasurable)
He covered his face with his arms but even you could see he was flushed, biting his lip to not let you hear him make a sound
Unfortunately, you get into a steady rhythm, practically forcing his mouth to open even before you turn the vibe on all the way
Sakyo’s legs shake as his ass feels like it’s getting violated, unable to control the heat the spreads quickly up his spine and dick
“Urgh- enough! J-Just move mmn-! Move on alre-adyyy...!”
He snaps at you, refusing to make eye contact, even as you put his leg upwards to get a better angle
Your lover is trying so hard not to lose it, hiding and masking his mouth with his hands, eyes squeezing shut because jesus- nothing’s ever felt like this before-
It makes him feel all vulnerable, like you’re prodding at something more than just sexually, so feel free to lean down and kiss-mark his neck, it grounds Sakyo a little
Obviously, you want to see him melt completely, so you flip him onto his back, much to his shock
This encourages you to thrust even harder, his gasps and pulsing cock edging you on further 🤫
Sakyo isn’t loud per say, but he isn’t quiet either, only able to pant and convulse in a desperate attempt to pull himself together
“God damnit- hah! Don’t think I’ll just lay here and take it... Mmhmm... ohh fuuuuh... pleassse- argh-!”
He’ll play a bit coy, giving you a look that, especially without his glasses, makes him look like a smirking, devilish angel
... Sakyo almost regrets it, as he immediately goes back to being a sweaty mess when you smirk back on return
He’ll never admit it but the whole back and forth was sort of fun/sexy in way he thought an ‘old man’ like him shouldn’t be able to experience
With one final push that lifts his hips off the bed, he orgasms, silently screaming as he feels the sweet release wash over his aching body
Bruises on his hips, hickeys on his neck, drooling and sweaty, you know as soon as his senses come back down from the afterglow, Sakyo will tiredly lecture you
“Geez... that wasted a lot of energy, you shouldn’t have- hhn! ... Th-Thank you for making me feel good, dear. Don’t go crazy without my permission next time though.”
Fav positions: the sidewind (it gives you the best control, which he secretly enjoys but it embarrasses him), eagle position (it’s simple and makes him flustered and feel good, again, can be used softly), and the chair (a position that’s meant to tease you once Sakyo gets used to it, literally sits on your lap)
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"anti-Mileven"
I know you submitted this as a message and not an Ask, but I hope you don't mind if I answer your question with a longer post because this is a topic that is important to me but is complicated. I've meant to do a post about this, but kept putting it off because it is a very layered topic for me and my thoughts about Mileven are probably not what a lot of fans want to hear.
I respect that everyone develops an attachment to their preferred couples in stories for personal reasons, and as such any criticism of the dynamic between two characters that are dating can feel like a very personal criticism. I respect everyone's head-canons and favorite ships as sacred ground: I don't want to tell anyone how they should or should not relate to a story. That's unique to each of us as fans, and we will all enjoy Stranger Things for different reasons.
However: I do have some thoughts regarding the way that the narrative has established the dynamic between Mike and El. And I personally do not find their dynamic *as it currently is* to be one that is ideal for either of them yet.
I really care about Eleven and I really care about Mike. They are two of my favorite characters in the story.
To say that I'm "anti-Mileven" is a huge oversimplification of how I feel about Mike and El's dynamic.
I am very much anti:
overlooking the fact El has been treated as a lab rat and abused and isolated from society for the majority of her existence and her ignorance of her own identity and her own desires is repeatedly reinforced canonically. ("How do I know what I like?") El has spent only a few months out in the world beyond her cell at the lab and beyond Hopper's cabin, she knows very little about the world yet, and she is being taught much of what she now knows by her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the few people she interacts with in her daily life. The power difference and social difference between them is huge currently regardless of whether Mike is a nice kid with good intentions or not, and they are both fourteen years olds.
overlooking that it is superficial and not representative of a "deep" relationship to only kiss and make out with a significant other and not do other meaningful activities that establish a real day-to-day relationship (like hanging out with friends and other loved ones as a couple.) There's a popular misconception that the act of two people kissing is inherently romantic and a sign of emotional closeness. But kissing becomes romantic psychologically when two people share a deep affection for one another that is based on shared experiences and emotional and psychological connectedness. If two characters can be shown to care about one another without ever physically touching, they have the potential for a deep connection that is based on more than the thrill of physical affection. Give me a well-developed relationship first, and then kissing will seem romantic to me. Without an established psychological and emotional connection between characters, kissing is merely a superficial representation of the idea of intimacy between characters without any actual substance underneath. Sure that's what kids do when they're figuring out how dating and feelings and physical intimacy work and it's not harmful in itself provided that they are both comfortable with it, but keep this in mind within the context of the other concerns I list here.
trivializing Mike's dishonesty and blaming Hopper for Mike's lying when the truth is Mike could have easily explained to El that Hopper didn't want them spending as much time together and having some space would be better. El is well aware of Hopper's dislike for their time spent together. This should have been a very easy conversation. As Lucas rightfully asks as Mike is ranting about the situation he got himself into: "Why lie?" Good question, Lucas. Good question. El asks Mike this again later at the mall. "Why do you lie?" Mike stares back at her with an awkward expression, and does NOT answer her. Why is this answer not an easy one? Why has Mike still not addressed things with El? I think there is more going on here than just Hopper's threats.
I am very in favor of:
El learning more about who she is and what she wants to do with her life outside of the desires and expectations of other people.
Mike figuring out how to effectively express his thoughts and feelings honestly. He is clearly struggling to do this throughout season 3, and it is uncharacteristic of the kid who defiantly said and did what he wanted frequently in seasons 1 and 2. Clearly Mike is not comfortable and is nervous, which is understandable for someone exploring new emotionally vulnerable territory like dating for the first time, but he needs to learn to be honest and tell people how he is thinking and feeling or else he is also putting himself and his feelings and needs at risk and potentially establishing an unhealthy relationship that will hurt him and hurt others even if he doesn't mean to. Mike's nervousness is STILL present in the final goodbye scene in which Mike and El talk, and El tells him she loves him and kisses him. He is still stumbling over his words and anxious, and he seems notably confused after El kisses him. These small details are not trivial, they are clearly intentional.
Recognizing that Mike is the first person her age that was kind to El when she escaped the lab, and given that she has only known pain and abuse her entire life and has never known friendship let alone romance that her psychological readiness for understanding a romantic relationship is NOT the same as an ordinary 14 year old's and this cannot be stated enough.
Recognizing that societal pressures and personal insecurities might be a huge factor in how Mike clings to El's attention and affection for him, and that there is evidence in the story that supports this interpretation. We know that Mike is bullied frequently, and that there is a layer of homophobia often involved. (Even if James and Troy were speaking rudely about Will, they were still directly confronting Mike. The implication is there.) We know that Lucas yelled at Mike "No Mike. You're blind. Blind because you like that a girl's not grossed out by you!" This reveals that Lucas knows that Mike is insecure and wants validation. Just because Mike has a desperate desire to be loved and liked by a girl does not mean that his appreciation of El's attention is based on his genuine romantic affection for her. Mike might be dating El because he enjoys the attention, he likes being liked, and he likes how having a girlfriend makes him feel more accepted and normal.
Recognizing that every moment that Mike has tried to share something that he is passionate about with El (the Yoda figurine, the dinosaurs) she has been completely disinterested. Since El has no cultural connection to the pop culture stories Mike loves and she lived in the Lab her entire life, it makes perfect sense that she will have no interest in these toys. Her lack of interest in what Mike is passionate about, however, is worth noting: not because it's a bad thing, but because it's just one of many reasons they are "not even from the same planet" and cannot bond and connect easily. El has lived an incredibly different life from Mike, has suffered through so much, and is still learning about the outside world and about herself. She is severely behind in social and personal development. She needs time to learn and to grow and to heal so she can live her best life and recover from what she has been through. (She doesn't really care about your Star Wars toys, Michael, because she just learned what a phone is and is processing a lot of other things right now.)
*I want to credit @kaypeace21 for pointing out many of these particular observations listed above: you can read her very detailed and extensive analysis in her post here: El is Not in Love with Mike.
These are just a few of many thoughts I have regarding Mike and El's dynamic together, and why I find the romanticization and idealization of their dating relationship to be more suited to fan-canon and fanfiction. For El to have a relationship with Mike that I would personally enjoy and appreciate, the story would need to convincingly allow her to establish a notably better understanding of who she is and what she wants, and have time to heal from her trauma and learn a lot more about the outside world. While I suspect that the Byers moving away will be very difficult for Will, in many ways I think it will benefit El tremendously and I hope that she is given more opportunities to learn and to grow.
I also agree with @hawkinsschoolcounselor 's hypothesis that Mike is projecting his feelings for Will onto El. It's impossible for me to see Mike's dynamic with El as entirely separate from Mike's relationship with Will because El was found in the woods when they were looking for Will in season 1, El helped everyone find Will in the Upside Down and saved his life, and El reappears at the end if season 2 and saves Will from the Mindflayer. Until season 3, El's appearance in Mike's life has been directly tied to Will's survival and safety. I do not think this is a trivial aspect of El's narrative. El's importance within the larger story being told is repeatedly tied back to what Will is dealing with. The reason that El and Will's narratives are so deeply intertwined has not been revealed in the story yet, but I suspect that there are some important aspects of El and Will's stories that haven't been fully revealed yet that will bring all of these seemingly isolated plot threads together. The creators of Stranger Things repeatedly tie El and Will together visually and narratively (re: @kaypeace21), and I believe there is a very specific reason for this.
I look forward to seeing what happens in season 4. Whether my interpretation of El and Mike's dynamic is fair or not, I trust the writers have a compelling next chapter in their story for us all to enjoy.
#anti mileven#antimileven#anti-mileven#stranger things#stranger things theory#but not actually anti mileven I am tagging it that way because I am critical#so fans can choose to not read my thoughts
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I saw your advice of dipping one's toe to another anon...I unfortunately didn't do that & now I'm confused is it good or bad? A lot of the information is scary...for someone whose thinking spirals I started fearing I would develop every mental illness mentioned.
The thing is I've never considered my daydreaming weird or freaky till the internet.
My mdding hasn't stopped my life yet. I have one of my dream jobs & degree. I literally used to daydream & create story boards for this job as a little girl.
At this stage I still know how to shutdown & study. & I have to be an active listener & take notes & read material beforehand. I even put dense documents in word document & play "read aloud" while also reading, it keeps me focused.
It's hard but I can. I've always known I have to work harder for decent or great marks & my ambition & Faith has mostly driven me to put in that extra work. But I always thought that all the hard work I do is due to my lack of concentration I've never focused on the idea that my daydreams were to developed or taking over my life or at least attempting to. My cousins & my mom used to make fun of the fact that at night before sleeping I would just stare in the distance (daydreaming) until I fell asleep or that I would just be smiling randomly at times.
I am working on being more social so i can get friends etc. I honestly think that my lack of social skills has more to do with my personality than my mdding. I like being alone. I hate trying to fill awkward silences & I'm extremely shy. My sister is my current best friend cause she loves me no matter what.
Cause people tend to bully me in real life. The last time I had friends I loved was at age 10 (I miss them so much) & I'm in my 20s now. I feel like women become meaner the older we get. Ive tried making friends at work but people were abusive in different ways. But I'm actively going to work on getting friends this year. I've decided to push myself to join group things (I just need to find things that are safe during covid times). I watched a video of one of my fav youtubers & she said she zooms with her friends at least once a week. So that is my aim to find friends to zoom with once a week with.
Basically my question is, is mdding bad or good?
How do you know it's good or bad? It's just weird to me that when I was younger people encouraged things like imaginary friends so many TV shows had kids with imaginary friends etc. But now my imagination is bad & means I'm ill. I'm genuinely confused.
I never had an imaginary friend as a kid & thought I was weird for that but I had stories which I would write down or tell my sister. As I grew older I kept them to myself I thought of writing them down but grew to lazy. I should've cause I think I had at least one gem. My mdding now has become stale and is about my ideal husband, my future goals career wise, my dream home & dinner parties. On occasion & quite recently though I've been daydreaming about being the new Tarantino. So I've decided to join a writer's club in my area they are waiting for covid to slow down before restarting for 2021. I dont know if that would fulfill my mdding of writing a stellar film & debuting in Cannes. But hey it's worth a try. 😀
But I'm excited to join the writing group.
I've taken up painting during quarantine cause I daydreamed about being a painter. I have a year to get good.
I tried surfing cause a movie I watched made me daydream about my dream guy being a surfer. I need a few more swimming lessons to take up that daydream 😂
Besides Tarantino, I've also daydreamed I was a musician so obviously I'm looking for affordable guitar lessons & vocal lessons. I live in a small town but I'll find something. 😀 whether or not that would fulfill my desire to record an album & daydreaming about a tour I dont know.
Also daydreaming makes exercise bearable. I could probably be more productive & study while exercising but I prefer daydreaming while exercising it helps me forget the pain.
I just hate when my mdding sneaks up on me at work. But I then have to use my meditation tools focusing on being present. Headspace has a great series on Netflix. I can daydream all day if I have no work, school, church or not around others. Otherwise if I am doing any of that I need to be present & that's my goal for 2021.
This is weird. Definitely pathetic. Probably a sign of an unfulfilled life? But is it bad?
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Also another weird thing I do is I imagine my fav podcasts as dinner parties where I can give input cause I'm extremely opinionated. I like the different personalities on the podcast & wish they were my friends.
“Basically my question is, is mdding bad or good?”
MD is inherently negative in some way. The daydreaming itself isn’t the bad thing, but our relationship with it. I tend to explain it as akin to a food addiction. Food is good and it is needed for us to live as functional human beings, like daydreaming it is a normal part of life which cannot just be ‘quit’. But our relationship with food can become disordered and lead us to unhealthy behaviour and negative outcomes. Knowing if your relationship has tipped into the realm of unhealthy is the tricky part, and is negotiable to an extent, like how we can indulge in junk food regularly and still consider ourselves healthy and happy with our habits.
This line is different for everyone and there’s no real this-is-exactly-when-it-becomes-bad answer. The best we can do is make an honest evaluation of our lives, speak about it to a therapist if possible, and make our best determination.
Here are some papers you can read to give you a better understanding of MD. And here are some measures which might give you an idea about where you stand. (note: these are measures meant for clinical use and were not intended for self diagnosis, they are provided to give you an understanding of what MD might look like)
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"Dancing on broken glass"
Summary : the reader was always there for Tommy, even when he didn't know.
Warnings : none , other than my terrible writing , a very very bad summary and my grammar. I tried guys.
Word count : 1581 (oh dear god)
Author’s note : So I'm back with another Tommy fic , for some reason I keep wanting to write for him. Please tell me what you think of it your opinions mean the world to me. And if you find any mistakes please tell me. FYI I totally got the title form a website and it doesn't fit the story all that much but ignore that , it just sounded so good to me. Enjoy!
‘How can a person be this beautiful?’ She thinks while she sweeps the floor and trying not to get caught staring at him , again.
‘He becomes more beautiful with every passing day .’ She thinks again , she could stare at him for hours on end , she would if she only could.
He glances at her again, as if he heard her, for a second she thought she said it out loud , she freezes but then continues to sweep the floor , awkwardly.
She's been doing this for years , staring at him as if he was a piece of art. She's been there in that same place even before the war , back when he was a young man , then he came back broken and shattered and yet she was still there , looking at him as if he was the one putting the stars in the sky. Then , he met Grace and she witnessed it all , and when Grace was gone , she was still there . A long time ago they were friends, they were very close but as time went by , Tommy changed , then the war happened and little by little she was no longer someone he knew.
She doesn't know if he even remembers her name , she doesn't remember the last time she heard him call her name.
Y/n isn't a talkative person . She isn't the person to start conversation . She wonders if she ever had a chance with him , that if she tried to be like Grace, would he want her the same way?. No , that is what she keeps telling herself, no he wouldn't . Grace is different, yes she once was the ‘enemy’ but she loved Tommy , and he loved her , with every piece of him. She made him feel content and satisfied. Y/n was happy that he found peace and love , even if it wasn't with her. Until she was taken away from him , and he became once again a broken man.
Sighing she sets the broom aside , there are glasses to be cleaned and new bottles of liquor to be stored. She takes one more glance at him while he is sitting and looking at the bottom of his glass.
She sets on the ground in front of the large box and starts unpacking the bottles gently , trying not to break them . With a barely audible voice she is singing to herself so he wouldn't hear her , or so she thought.
“ I've heard you sing before, you have a lovely voice.”
He said , still looking at his glass .
She looks at him , a little surprised that he talked to her and a little concerned for some reason.
“That is very kind of you , Sir” she hesitated. Then went back to her work wondering if he actually remembers her ever singing.
“You don’t like talking , do you?“
He said that as if he forget the fact that they were friends then he moved his glass indicating that he wants more whiskey.
She got up , pouring him a glass
“ I can say the same thing about you , Sir “
“You are right , I am not.” He smirked, showing his dimples slightly.
She nodded slightly and went again to unpack the bottles.
“Why?”
He asked while lighting a cigarette.
“I do not understand, Sir. Why what?”
She looks at him with a quizzical look on her face.
“Why are you still here y/n?. I hadn't spoken to you in god knows how long but here you are still, the same person that I've known, you haven't even changed a little while I became a whole new person.”
He is genuinely curious as in why she still looking at him with that same warm fondness in her eyes , as if he was a hero when in reality, he is far from it.
“I notice the little things y/n , even if you think that I won't. I noticed that you never serve anyone that sits in my spot even though I don't mind. I know that you stay here late because you want to make sure that I made it through the day. I know that you always keep a bottle of Irish whiskey away because it's my favorite.”
He looks at her so intensely as if he was staring at her soul.
She wipes her hands with her apron and looks at him , she was very calm , she knew that he will eventually catch on and realize what she is doing.
“Why are you here ? Why haven't left Birmingham ? You always told me that you wanted to.”
She looks at him , a little surprised that he remembers her.
“Why haven't you left me?”
He said with a voice filled with emotions that he never thought he would experience once again.
“And where would I go , Sir? This is my home"
She looked around the garrison fondly as if it was a beautiful castle not a place filled with crazy drunk people and smells like a barn.
“Stop calling me sir”
He closes his eyes , annoyed with her calling that constantly.
“You are no longer my Tommy , I cannot call you that anymore. ”
She said while pouring him another glass . She doesn't even know why would she say such a thing.
“I'm always your Tommy. “
He said , with sadness filling his eyes. Like a sad little puppy.
She doesn't know if he means it , or if he is simply saying that for a one night stand .
“No , you are not . Thomas , you are a different man , not a bad one even if you think you are . You are just different , I'm not blaming you , of course , nobody comes back from the war unfazed. I mean change is inevitable “
She rambles without noticing.
“You are rambling”
He smiles , for once . A warm , genuine smile.
“Besides , its not like you put any effort to actually talk to me Thomas. That I do you blame for."
She goes back to storing the bottles.
“I am your Tommy”.
Now he was kneeling in front of her.
“No you are not”
She is till not looking at him.
“Well , I am what is left of him.”
He sighs and grabs her face in her hands.
Her eyes are glassy and looking at him with so much love , he wonders how can she look at him after all the things the he's done. After all the pain that he caused .
“You stopped caring , Thomas. And that is fine , I cannot force you to remember me or talk to me but I am not like you . I could not simply forget you even if I wanted to , and I did , believe me I tried. I even tried running away but I couldn't. I couldn't leave you.”
Now tears are streaming down her cheeks.
“ You don't need to forget me . I am here , and I'm not going anywhere”
He is wiping the tears off .
“For some reason , I doubt it.”
She confesses , she is hurt , how can she not be? They were friends for so long and then he gets sent to a war with her waiting everyday for his return. And when he finally returns , he acts as if she never existed. She is in pain , and he knows it.
“ I am so sorry.”
He apologizes , the guilt is eating him up now.
She simply nods , not trusting her own voice.
“Let's start again , please”
He presses his forehead against hers.
“I know that it's a lot to ask but I feel like I am missing something and when I look at you...”
He stops , closes his eyes and then continues
"I feel like that part of me is there.”
He says to her.
“Took you long enough.”
He chuckled but then she hugs him with all the strength that she could muster which resulted in both of them laying on the floor.
Tommys back was killing him but for the sake of his own pride he didn't say anything .
She looks at him , and smiles then she laughs and he laughs with her even though there is no reason for him to laugh other than the fact that the sound of her laugh fills him up with joy.
“Wow , you are actually heavy for someone your size”
He jokes but she punches him in the stomach.
“And I throw a pretty painful punch for someone my size”
“Careful, I have a thing for powerful tiny things”
“Well then , its your lucky day.”
She looks at him there , laying on the floor not caring that his ridiculously expensive coat is not only wrinkled but probably is very dirty because he is too busy holding his stomach and laughing.
“This is why I stayed”
She blurts. He stops laughing but his smile is still there.
“Why?”
“My home is wherever you are , Thomas.”
“I thought we passed the ‘Thomas’ phase”
He groans.
“Oh no , we are still very much stuck in that phase.”
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BTS Reaction: You wear revealing clothes
Hurrying down the stairs, you spot Jin waiting for you on the sofa in the living room. He springs up from his seat the moment you are next to him, taking in the rare sight in front of him. You are wearing a new pair of skirt where it ends less than half way down your thighs.
"Yah! What are you wearing?" You can see that he likes what you are wearing, from how his ears turn red almost immediately, to the way he keeps staring at your exposed thighs. It is painfully obvious. However, you know that he would never ever let you go out wearing something like that.
"Do you like it?" You grin at Jin innocently, and for a second there, you actually got him. He shakes his head, looking straight into your eyes. "No. Go change." You can tell that he is trying his best to sound strict and demanding, but he is failing miserably. "Why?" You whine.
"It's too short, I don't want people to be staring at you." This time, he sounds much more sincere. "But why would they?" Jin sighs as he steps closer to you, pulling you into a hug. "Because, babe, you're too beautiful. People can barely keep their eyes off you when you're completely covered, but now that you're wearing this? What if they make you uncomfortable?"
Pulling away from the hug, you give him a smile. "Fine, I'll go change. But don't blame me for being late for dinner." You say, genuinely feeling bad for the uneasy male. "Thank you baby. You're the best." Jin whispers, a small smile on his face.
"Babe, how do I look?" You ask, an excited grin on your face as you spin around for your boyfriend to see. The smile on his lips fades as soon as his eyes takes in your outfit. You are wearing a low-cut shirt that you bought recently, leaving your cleavage on display.
If you ask Yoongi whether he likes it or not, of course, he absolutely loves it, but he is not very fond of the idea of you going outside in that outfit. "Jagi… You look extremely gorgeous, but do you have to wear this?" He asks. "Why? Is it too much? I just wanted to look good in front of you…" You look down at your outfit, no longer having the confidence you had.
Yoongi's eyes soften as he takes your hands in his. "If you're trying to impress me, you don't have to wear this. You're already the most beautiful person I've ever met. So please go change, baby? I don't like it when other men stare at you." His words bring a smile to your face.
You have bought this outfit a few days ago just for today's date with your boyfriend, but now you are not able to wear it. Although you feel a little disappointed, you are glad that you have someone like Yoongi by your side to remind you about how beautiful you are even without wearing revealing clothing.
"I'll go change, wait for me here."
When you come out of the bathroom wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, Yoongi never fails to give you a sweet hug. "See? You're still stunning."
Finally, the chance to wear this outfit has come. Hoseok is going to bring you out for dinner with his friends that he has been talking about so much. From what he tells you, you can conclude that his friends are cool and funny. Therefore, you want to look the best in front of them.
You have planned not to change until there is barely five minutes left for you to leave the house with Hoseok so that he would not have the time to tell you to wear something different. The moment you appear next to him, he looks up from his phone as his gaze drops to the skirt that is obviously too short for you.
"Are you wearing this for today?" His brows furrowed. You hum in acknowledgement, too busy putting on your shoes. "What is it? Is it ugly?" Your eyes meet his for a second. "Do you want me to go change?" When Hoseok shakes his head saying that it is too late, you smirk on the inside, knowing that your plan is successful.
However, your boyfriend bolts up the stairs to his bedroom before returning with his jacket in his hands. You look at him questioningly as he walks towards you, no longer worried about other guys hitting on you. Right as the jacket that is too long for you is draped over your shoulders, you let out a groan, feeling defeated.
"Let's go." Hoseok says with a smug look, a hand on your now covered shoulder as he pushes you outside gently. "Ah," He leans closer to you and whispers, "Make sure you keep this outfit on so that I can rip it off you when we come back."
Namjoon does not know what took over him when he tells you to go change into a less revealing shirt. He is usually not the jealous type and lets you wear whatever you want, but when he sees you coming out of the bathroom wearing a shirt with low-cutting, he is not willing to let you go.
"Jagi, please. You never know what might happen to you if you go out wearing something like this…" He repeats, hoping you can understand. "But what's the worst that can happen when you're with me? You'll protect me, wouldn't you?" You ask.
"Of course I will be there for you, but babe, I don't want anyone to make you feel uncomfortable." Namjoon explains, wishing that you would just give in. However, when you look up at him with a pitiful pout on your lips, he cannot help but pull you into an embrace.
"If I let you wear this, promise me you'll stay by my side at all times?" Namjoon suggests as he runs his hand up and down your back, "No matter what?" Holding on to his back tightly, you smile. "Of course, no matter what."
Looking at your reflection in the mirror in your bathroom, you hum satisfyingly to yourself. It has been a while since you have worn something similar to this because your boyfriend never allows you to. But now that he is out with his friends, no one will be able to stop you from wearing it, or so you thought.
The moment you take a step out of the bathroom, you see Jimin seated on the edge of the bed, boringly scrolling through his Instagram feed. As he hears you coming out, he raises his head, but his eyes immediately fall onto your revealing outfit. Shit.
"Hey… You're back?" You ask a stupid question as your fingers fidget on the hem of your extremely short skirt. Jimin does not bother answering you as he finally looks into your eyes. "...Are you going somewhere?" You nod hesitantly. "Like this?" He gaze falls to your skirt once again.
When you nod for the second time, Jimin frowns, his tongue poking the inside of his cheeks in frustration. "What did I tell you about wearing something like this?" You gulp and repeat what he told you the last time. "You don't want anyone else to look at me the same way you do." You can practically memorise it.
"...So?" Jimin raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to do something. Sighing helplessly, the only thing you could do is to return back to the bathroom and change before he could give you a whole ass lecture about why you should not wear such revealing outfit. You know that your boyfriend is doing this for your own good, but sometimes you wish that he is less protective.
The sight of the dress that hugs your curves perfectly causes the heart rate of your boyfriend to pick up. You feel two hands slide around your waist as your back is pressed against a muscular body. "Jagi…" Taehyung complains, stopping you from leaving the front door. "You know I love you right?
"Of course, Tae," You answer, "I love you too." Taehyung grins happily as he lets go of you, moving in front of you so that you can see him. "But I think I'll love you even more if you change into a different dress…" He traces off, looking at your figure.
"But why? I like this dress." You ask, hoping that he will let you go soon or you will be late for your dinner plans with your friends. "I'll like it more if it is on the ground." Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows. Hitting his chest playfully, you slide past him. "Babe, it's not time for jokes now. I really need to go."
"But please go change? I don't feel good when you go out with other guys wearing something so nice." He presses his lips together, unable to hide his jealousy. Until you head inside the house to change, Taehyung will never leave you alone.
This boy would not even notice how short your skirt is until you bend down to grab something you drop. The moment you stand back up, he will see that your skirt has ride up, exposing more than half of your thighs. His eyes widen as he struggles to look anywhere but you.
When you notice Jungkook's strange behaviour, you ask him, "Why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Your hand goes up to touch his forehead even when he shakes his head. "I'm fine, it's just— it's just hot in here." You drop the subject despite knowing something is off about him.
"Hey, babe." Jungkook calls for your attention. Wrapping his sweater around your waist and tying it tightly, he looks into your eyes. "Why did you wear something so short? What if people stare at you?" He frowns.
"We can let them stare at me all they want, but you are the only one that I truly love." You say as a grin replaces Jungkook's frown in a split second.
"Love you too."
END.
#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader#namjoon x reader#hoseok x reader#yoongi x reader#jin x reader#bts reactions#bts imagines#bts fanfiction#bts
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