#(SORRY THAT SOUNDS SO CHEESY BUT LIKE . ITS TRUE!!!!!)

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The Princess

Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader

Genre: Angst, a good chunck of fluff, a HINT of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but they’re quite sexual towards each other)

Synopsis: If ATZ were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldn’t say what you think. It isn’t the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they don’t even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you don’t come home?

Warnings: Kidnapping, major violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, Arson, MxM of course. So because of all of this please ⚠️MNDI⚠️ if I missed anything please let me know!

Word count: 5.3k words

A/N: It’s finally here!!! My goodness you guys loved that teaser 😭 I’m so grateful for all your enthusiasm! I hope this fic lives up to your expectations!! Happy reading!! Please tell me what you think! Likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!

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On one side of the outskirts of town, there is this mansion belonging to a very interesting group of people. As of this moment throughout the gargantuan mansion, the sounds of fast paced footsteps can be heard. While loud or fast paced footsteps like these weren’t necessarily uncommon.

However somehow everyone who heard them deep down knew, something was wrong.

Suddenly said footsteps came to a stop as the sound of the door to the meeting room was opened.

Then the dreaded question was asked.

“My loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?”

Silence.

Just like that it became nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.

“Is.. she not home yet?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“Well.. I can’t find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone…”

“What?!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.

Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.

“It’s past her curfew. She knows she’s supposed to be home by now.”

“Forget that! She knows to always answer us. And she’s literally not answering us!” Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.

“She’s just supposed to go shopping again!” Jongho exclaims.

The rest of the men in the room were silent. Frozen in fear and contemplation of what happened to you and where could you possibly be.

Suddenly they hear the front door open.

Believing its you, they wasted no time and quickly rushed down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.

You?

Nowhere in sight.

At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands and knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.

“S-sirs! We’re sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-“

BANG

Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.

His Princess was taken.

All he needs now is her back.

Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.

He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.

“Where?”

“D-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!”

BANG

Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.

“SIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-“

BANG

Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.

Now they’ve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.

As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingi’s face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as they’ve never seen their bosses so angry.

“Clean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.”

With that they scrambled and quickly got to work.

Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.

They will find you.

And those that took you will pay.

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At another mansion on the other side of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He's currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.

This other group wasn’t really a threat. No one was. However they’ve been getting on their nerves for far too long. So they intended to just wipe them out for their own comfort. Silently, quickly and deadly. Like they always do. Furthermore it’ll maybe also send a message to other groups to not pull the same stunts.

So once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having ‘toys' around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.

After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.

No one was entirely happy with the idea. They hated the thought that San had to flaunt what was theirs and let another man touch him, possibly even kiss him.

However they knew their options to make this quick were very limited.

They all drew the line that San cannot sleep with him though. Not like San ever wanted to anyway. He would rather die before betraying his loves like that.

Thankfully San knew how to play his part well, where he was fun enough to keep around even if he had yet to sleep with the man. Plus he's too pretty of an eye candy to be let go anyway.

However he still needed to get this information quick, cause he knew he couldn't play celibate forever. The man will eventually want to force him to sleep with him.

So he needed to get out of there before that happens.

Currently San is in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys.

He's just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.

When suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.

"Sir, we've retrieved what you've asked for!"

One of the henchmen announced loudly.

San acted uninterested and nonchalant as he usually does until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.

..Princess..?

Why were you here??

How were you here???

You’re supposed to be safe at home with the rest!

“Ah yes. So this is ATZ’s precious treasure.” The man said with a shit eating grin causing the diamonds in his teeth to shine in the light.

He then got up and made his way to kneel in front of you. The man then grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

San almost lost it.

How dare his filthy hands touch his Princess?! So roughly at that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let go of me you piece of shit.” You growled at him.

“Ah ah.. is this the way you talk to the only one that can spare yo- UGH! Fucking bitch!”

Before he even finished his sentence you spat straight into his face.

In retaliation he gave you a hard slap, knocking you down.

There your eyes met San.

While to an outsider San seemed unbothered, you knew your husband. He was beyond mad. So mad that the devil himself wouldn’t dream of messing with him.

You, of course, knew of his mission. So you understood why he had to just sit there and act like he didn’t know you.

You weren’t even upset.

You missed him too much. It was such a sight to see him again.

Especially in the outfit he’s in.

So you only give him the tiniest comforting smile. Letting him know that you’re okay.

“Lock her up. ATZ will come and find her soon. They’ll make the deal to get her back. And soon I’ll be the most powerful.”

As you were being dragged away, your eyes only lingered on San.

San could only take another sip of his whiskey, with only one thought in his head.

Oh how wrong this man was.

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“What do you mean you have no leads?!?” Mingi barked at the henchmen who gave him the update. Or lack there of.

“I’m sorry sir.. we’re still look-“

CRACK

“We don’t need your useless apologies. Get out there and FIND OUR WIFE. NOW!” Mingi didn’t even let him finish before hurling a heavy desk ornament straight towards his head and yelling at him again.

Bleeding from the head but grateful it wasn’t from a bullet hole, the henchmen hurriedly staggered over to give Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung each a kiss on their rings that dawn their middle finger. Once the obligatory task of showing respect was done he left the room to continue searching for the lady of the household.

The room fell silent again as Mingi walks over to the big portrait of his husbands and you right in the middle. Smiling so wide and beautifully. He’d do anything to make sure that smile stays forever on your face and for him to always see it.

All of them would.

You’ve only been missing for less than 24 hours yet that’s longer than any of you have been apart these past few years without reason. Along with the fact that they knew you were taken forcibly, unease would be an understatement to describe what Mingi and the rest of them are feeling.

Then after a sigh, Wooyoung reached over and rung a bell that was on the desk. Which caused a maid with a tray of glasses and Wooyoung’s favorite bottle of liquor to enter.

Wooyoung took the bottle, disregarding the glasses and took a swig.

“Have we heard back from San? He needs to come home now. I already hated that he had to do this. Now with Princess gone, I need to know that he’s safe too. And I’m sure he’d also want to find her.” Wooyoung rambled, jittery due to the present status of his lovers are up in the air.

“We just sent the message to him. He’ll respond soon.” Yeosang sighed, trying to reassure him by also softly grabbing his hand. However he also then poured himself some of the liquor and took a sip.

Suddenly a rushed knock on the door was heard.

“Come in!” Mingi yelled.

“Sirs! A message from Sir San!” A different henchmen hurriedly walked in and dropped a small note on the table.

“Good. Now leave.” Wooyoung said.

The henchmen nodded, also kissing the rings on their fingers before leaving.

Yeosang then took the note. It was only two words but it caused him to jump up from his seat. He bellowed for whoever was nearby to come in.

“Get Captain! We need to leave now!!” He ordered firmly.

“What?! What did he say?!” Wooyoung asked also jumping up.

‘Causing Mingi to also step forward curiously.

Yeosang merely had to show them the note for them to understand.

‘She’s here.’

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Locked away in a small and quite frankly ugly room is currently where you are. Truth be told?

You’re just bored.

You wanted to go home.

Thats all.

You knew the second you were taken your husbands will bring upon hell on earth. So you’re just waiting for that to happen.

You’re not sure how they were able to figure out you were their wife in the first place though. Someone on your staff must’ve snitched. Well you can deal with them later.

Right now they just need to hurry and pick you up.

Ugh you bought such a pretty new dress to show off to them…

It’s probably ruined in that dingy disgusting alley by now.

Shame.

A loud thud can suddenly be heard outside of your locked door and it caused your heart to race. Soon the door unlocked to reveal the beauty that is Choi San.

“Sannie!!” You chirped excitedly.

You leaped from the bed only to be pulled back.

“Ugh! Stupid handcuff.” You grumbled. Completely forgetting it was there.

“Oh Princess!!” San said as he made his way to you in a flash, quickly uncuffing you. With a key you’re not so sure where he got it from. A knocked out guard possibly. No matter though.

As now with your arms free you can finally engulf your husband in a big hug once again.

“Oh my sweet darling! What happened?? How are you here???” He asked as he pulled away and checked every inch of you to see where you were hurt.

“I’m not sure my Sannie. One minute I was walking to the car then the next thing I knew these big oafs grabbed me and dragged me here. I’m fine though love! I promise! Minor bruises and scratches is all..” You explained and try to reassure him.

You knew it was in vain though as even a microscopic scratch on you will cause any of your husbands to go on a rampage.

The fact your old butler is now six feet under for giving you a small cut is proof enough.

“Princess.. you’re clearly hurt…” San said with a sigh. “We’re so sorry.. This should’ve never happened.” He apologized softly stroking the bruise on your cheek.

“Hush now my love. You know there’s only one way I could ever possibly be considered hurt. And that is if anything were to ever happen to my precious husbands. Only then. Will I ever consider myself harmed.” Pure love and sincerity lacing your voice.

A voice San truly does miss. It’s been weeks since he’s home. Oh how he misses it.

“Well it’s good to know the feeling is mutual darling. As seeing these bruises and scuffs on your precious skin brings me nothing but great agony and ignites a fire in me like no other.” He explained as he kisses each visible blemish and cut.

“Don’t worry Princess. The others will be here very soon alright? Just sit tight. I need to get back to work to avenge you darling.” Once finished with his reassurance that your husbands are on their way, he finally gives you a kiss you’ve been craving ever since he left the comforts of your home.

“Okay my love. Though do be quick. I’m awfully bored. Oh and by the way..” You start as you softly trail your hand down his chiseled body. “You should start dressing like this at home. I’m sure the others would also very much enjoy it!” You giggle as your hand made it to his crotch. Cupping it.

Oh you missed the little twitch it does so much.

“Ah yes, hmm your wish is forever my command Princess.” He replies with a chuckle. He then takes your hand and kisses the wedding band on your finger softly.

“I love you Princess. I’ll be back.”

“I love you too.”

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“Ah yes. Mr. Jeong. Welcome to my humble abode! I see my offer finally has caught your eye.”

Yunho doesn’t bother to reply before walking in.

“My, how rude you are. But very well. I’m sure you’re uneasy as.. something is missing.” The man then continues to taunt with a smirk.

Yunho’s face remains stoic, however his fist clenches a bit tighter.

“I have no time for your games.” Yunho simply states before letting himself into the mans office. Yunho then sits down and tells the man to do the same. “State exactly what it is you want. We’ll talk from there.”

The man lets out a scoff before sitting down across from him.

He then claps his hand which causes a very familiar man to walk in to bring in a tray of drinks.

“Thank you San.” The man says in a smirk, once again causing the diamonds in his mouth to shine.

San simply ignores him.

No longer seeing the need to act accordingly.

As San makes his way to leave, he gets stopped by a hand on his exposed abdomen.

“Excuse me. I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to touch my lovely toys.” The man warns Yunho.

Who is simply admiring his husband.

“Hmm… well, ‘your toy.’ Is quite the specimen I must say. Can’t seem to help myself.” Yunho says with a smirk towards San, running his hand up and down his body.

Oh lord how much they’ve missed each other’s touch.

With San’s back facing the man, he can’t see the smirk that San reciprocates to Yunho. Yunho lets out a soft chuckle before taking San’s hand and kissing his ring finger. That was unfortunately currently empty.

“Leave San.” The man growls.

San does. But not before softly grazing his fingers across Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“Odd.. he usually never lets anyone else touch him…” the man mumbles to himself softly. Too stupid to realize what’s going on.

“So you’ve stolen our Princess. Due to that you expect us to work with you. Is that it?” Yunho finally cuts to the chase.

“Well you’d do anything to get her back wouldn’t you?” The man replies cockily.

“Naturally.”

“Well then work with me. Then I’ll set her free. Simple!”

CRASH

“You’re a bigger idiot than we thought.”

Suddenly the sounds of bullets firing, screams and yells can be heard throughout the mansion.

The man, the coward he truly is, instinctively hides under the desk at all the noise. However that desks gets thrown off of him, revealing Yunho standing above him. Gun aimed straight to his forehead.

“Run.”

Without a second thought he books it out of the room. Only to be met with the bodies of his henchmen, maids and toys scattered about. Blood coating the walls and floors. He was frozen in shock. That is before a bullet goes flying near his head grazing his ear.

“AH!”

“I said. Run.”

The man once again runs, but also stupidly tries his luck and pulls out his own gun. Before he could even aim at Yunho, his gun was shot out of his hand.

“The more you try to survive. The less likely it’ll be the case. So when my husband tells you to run. You run.” Jongho simply states standing in the living room. Surrounded by dead bodies, shattered chandeliers, ruined paintings, and mangled musical instruments.

While he was devastated at the state of his fortune he was thankfully still smart enough to value his life more. So he began to rush again.

He thought that maybe he could take the shortcut that leads to his garage through his dining room. So thats where his running legs took him as bullets were still flying everywhere. So much so that he can’t tell which came from his own men and which came from ATZ.

As he made it into the dining room he was only met with the sight of his most precious car on top of his dining table.

“Oh? Were you planning on escaping with this? Hmm. That doesn’t seem possible now does it?” Seonghwa taunts while sitting on the roof of the car.

“All this over some girl?!?!” The man roars enraged of what has become of his hard work.

Seonghwa’s expression hardens in the blink of an eye. Without another word he stands and pulls out his gun then starts shooting at the man without mercy.

The man realizes his mistake too late and gets shot in the shoulder and grazed on the thigh. However the adrenaline pumping through his veins was still enough to have him dashing out of the room.

He no longer has a plan and getting slightly dazed from the blood he’s losing, he’s just trying to get out of there. He opens the nearest door to him hoping it’ll lead to an exit.

Unfortunately for him, once again he’s met with a horrible sight and sound.

“Ah! You’ve finally come to play!” Yeosang says with a smile laced with venom.

What the man has stumbled into is his indoor tennis courtroom. Where currently Yeosang and Yunho have gathered a bunch of his henchmen, somehow tied up their upper bodies, and made them into moving targets for their tennis practice.

Many of his henchmen had succumbed to their injuries and their blood has splattered and painted the walls, floor and ceiling.

Frozen in shock due to the gruesome display, Yunho took the opportunity to serve and strike a tennis ball straight to the mans face.

“Wonderful shot my love!!” Yeosang cheers.

“Your turn handsome.”

Yeosang then wastes no time before doing the same and hitting the man right on the crotch.

“Oops wasn’t aiming for that but I’ll take it.”

“I would say you got a higher score than me.” Yunho chuckles.

This man still doesn’t give up however.

Not like the boys wanted him too anyway. They always loved a challenge and this man hasn’t even payed a fraction of his sins.

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After hearing the commotion thats happening outside your ugly holding room, you knew it only meant one thing.

Your lovely husbands are finally here to pick you up.

While the man that thought he could have his way by kidnapping you was being dealt with, the door to your room opened revealing your knights in shining armor.

Oh my! They look absolutely gorgeous in their suits.

If circumstances were any different you would’ve happily have them take you right then and there.

“My loves!!!” You screeched happily and skipped your way over to them.

“Oh Princess!!!” Wooyoung exclaimed happily as he wrapped you up in his arms.

Seonghwa and Jongho doing the same.

“Are you hurt Princess??” Seonghwa asked worriedly. “Oh my you are! Oh we’re so sorry darling…” Seonghwa didn’t even let you answer.

“My loves I’m fine! I promise I’m fine! I have you here, I’m alright. Where are the others..?” You ask with a pout.

“Oh they’re dealing with pests right now Princess don’t worry. It won’t take them too long.” Jongho says with a soft comforting smile.

“Hmm alright.. are you three taking me home?”

“Yes we are darling! Come no- goodness! what an ugly room they kept you in!! Our Princess doesn’t deserve this?!” Wooyoung then exclaims when finally taking notice of the room. Genuinely upset that you were kept in such an ugly room.

“I know right?! It’s so tacky!!” You say with an eyeroll. Seonghwa and Jongho can only chuckle at your antics.

The three of them then safely brought you outside. Where you were met with Hongjoong waiting patiently on the hood of the limousine.

Also looking immensely good. As in ‘please fuck me right now’ levels of good.

Alas.

Circumstances didn’t allow it.

“Joongie!!!” You exclaim happily as you sprint to him.

Hongjoong quickly opens his arms for you. You jump into his arms as he picks you up and spins you around.

“Oh our Princess.. we were so worried. We’re so glad you’re okay!” Hongjoong sighs in relief.

“Of course I’m okay! You’re my husbands! Nothing will ever harm me!” You say with your gorgeous smile.

“You were taken sweetie.. We’re oh so sorry…”

“Oh enough with your apologies! I’m fine! I promise I’m fine! It seems like you guys constantly forget my vows! Now that hurts! You know I’m only ever hurt when you guys are!” You remind them.

“Well the bruises on your sweet body may not hurt you but they do hurt us sweetie. So that makes it hurt you!” Wooyoung explains going off your logic.

“Alright smarty pants!” You huff.

“Besides! You all bruise me constantly! Do you not?” You tease.

“Those are different love.” Seonghwa says with a knowing glance and grin. Stepping closer to you.

“You know that very well. Any bruising or scratches done to your skin that is caused by us is all because you wished for it. Done specifically for your pleasure.” Jongho says as he leans forward as well to kisses a certain spot under your jaw.

You quickly bit your lip to suppress the moan bubbling up your throat.

Once Jongho pulls away, and you’ve calmed down, you look at all of them properly and smile.

“In all seriousness I’m fine my loves. I really am. You’re here now. You saved me. Like I knew you would. What happened to me was not because of you. Someone betrayed us that I’m sure of and we can deal with that later. Now can you all just take me home?”

“Very well our sweet.” Seonghwa says with a smile as he steps forward to kiss the crown of your head.

As you were about to enter the car you noticed Hongjoong still just standing there.

“My love? Are you not coming with?” You ask.

“Not yet Princess. I need to watch over and there are things I must do. Go home with the others. We’ll be home soon.” He informs with a smile.

“Hmm very well… Don’t take too long though! Tell that to the others too! I miss my husbands!!” You grumble.

“And we miss you. No worries. Being away from you after everything that has happened aches me as much as you.”

“Hmm alright. See you soon my beloved.”

With a final flying kiss goodbye, you enter the car with the rest. You all then drive off as Hongjoong turns around and looks at the mess he intends to finish.

Back in what was once a mansion, with the help of his henchmen that are still abled bodied and loyal to him. The man that caused all of this is executing a plan of escape.

They were finally able to sneak past all of the chaos that was still happening, to the last functioning escape car they know of.

Or so they thought.

Before they could even start the car. That wouldn’t have worked anyway.

They noticed San standing in front of it.

With an expression none of them have ever seen.

“San..?” The man questions as he thought San would’ve been killed as well.

San without even thinking twice, pulls out his own gun and shoots the very last henchmen he had, dead.

Merely as second after their bodies slumped over, a fist slammed into the window of the mans side, cracking it.

“Get out.”

Laughed.

The man laughed.

Thats the only thing he can do in this situation.

Incredibly bloodied, bruised and broken.

With everything he had worked for.

Gone. In less than a 12 hours.

All because he thought he could kidnap you and get away with it.

He then finally got out and stood in front of Mingi.

Where Mingi happily grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the front of the mansion. Here he threw him down in front of the feet of his lovers that had stayed behind. Their sea of henchmen standing behind them.

Before Hongjoong even acknowledged him, he turned to San. Admiring his body that he missed as much as the others but then clicks his tongue. He grabbed the fur coat San was still wearing then asked.

“He gave you this?”

San simply nodded.

Scoffing he tugs on it more, silently telling San to take it off as he takes his own off.

“No husband of mine will wear such a cheap and ugly fur coat like this any longer.” He complains as he puts his coat on San.

Thankfully he wore the big sized one today. It fits San perfectly.

“H-husband..?”

“Yes. Husband.” Hongjoong replies still admiring San but now also running his hand up and down his body.

Now these are the touches San’s been craving for all these weeks.

“Oh which reminds me!” Yeosang exclaims before pulling out a familiar gold band.

Seeing this causes a huge smile to appear on San’s face and his eyes to light up.

As he did many years ago, Yeosang took San’s hand and slipped his wedding ring back right where it belongs. Kissing it to seal the deal.

“Hmm. Much better. Oh also! You should start dressing like this at home.” The smirk never leaving Hongjoong as he says it.

“I agree.” Mingi states.

The other lovers humming in agreement.

San could only chuckle.

“Princess said the same thing.”

“Well we must make it happen then.” Yunho said with a wide cheeky smile.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

Oh they forgot he was there-

“You really did mess with the wrong people you stupid man.” Yeosang sighs bored of the man already.

“I have a name?!”

“We clearly don’t care. And it clearly won’t matter anymore.” Mingi says with an eyeroll as he flicks open a lighter.

“So this is it? You’re gonna set me on fire?”

“Yes.” San says.

The mans eyes shot wide. Somehow not expecting the blunt answer.

“Not before you watch everything you have burn of course.” Hongjoong says as Mingi throws the lighter behind the man.

The lighter then lands in a trail of gasoline that leads to mangled furniture and fortunes that are strewn about, before leading to the actual mansion.

It doesn’t take long until everything goes up in flames.

The man watches in agony as everything. Everything. Burns. He then turns to the men and curses.

“You’ve taken everything.. literally everything. Must you really kill me too?” The man asks somehow still trying to make it out of this alive.

“I won’t bother you again… I’ll just vanish. Live a quiet life please. You won’t gain anything from killing me. You got her back!!!” He bargains.

SMACK

“Don’t even think about mentioning her again. No. Don’t even think about her. Your mind is not worthy to have her in it.” Hongjoong says after slapping him straight across the face.

“You’re right though. We won’t gain anything from your death. We won’t even gain satisfaction.” Yunho starts.

“However. We’re merely just punishing sinners.” Yeosang continues.

“Before you even bother. No. You haven’t suffered enough. Not even close. But we could’ve done much more. So consider yourself lucky. As of now at least. As we’re sure in hell you’ll suffer even more for what you’ve done.” Mingi adds with a gleaming smirk.

“You took our Princess. Your greatest sin and stupidest mistake. So for that. You must pay the price.” San explains further.

“To put it simply. You gotta die.” Hongjoong finishes as he steps forward and grabs the mans collar.

“‘Cause you being alive is still a sin in itself. Why? Well... you’re still breathing her air.”

And with that, Hongjoong merely gives him one last shove. Making the man fall back into the flames.

His screams of suffering can be heard for miles. However due to his extensive injuries it didn’t take long for said screams to just stop. Leaving nothing but the melody of crackling fire in the air.

Once that happened, Hongjoong lazily chucked in San’s old fur coat into the flames as well. Coincidentally the coat landed perfectly on the mans, now charred, body. This action actually made Yunho chuckle.

“Oh. Like he needed that. I’m sure he’s toasty enough.” Yunho commented sarcastically.

In turn causing everyone else to also let out a laugh.

“Well. Thought he might want to descend to hell wearing what he thinks is fashion.” Hongjoong reasons with a shrug.

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As the fire burned on ATZ and their henchmen just watched. Making sure everything gets burned to the ground. Took a while but it was beautiful in a way so they didn’t mind.

Once the fire started dying down the sound of a car approaching was heard.

Odd.

They were supposed to wait at home.

The car came to a halt and then the rest of ATZ exited. As they walked up to ones who were watching, the henchmen parted straight down the middle to make way before returning to position.

The rest that just arrived now stand next to the others as they also tuned in to watch the fire.

“Weren’t you all supposed to wait at home and keep Princess company?” Yeosang asked.

“Well we were. But we all missed you too much. And you know Princess loves watching the show. Plus.. she was getting needy for all of us.” Seonghwa explains with a subtle smile.

“Aaah I see. Oh! But she shouldn’t be breathing this much smoke though!” San says worriedly.

“Relax. We made her wait in the car. She can still view it well but she won’t be in harms way.” Jongho reassures before handing San a pair of pants.

“Good. Oh? What’s this? You’re not enjoying seeing me like this like the others are Jongie?” San teases.

Jongho simply rolls his eyes and ignores him. Biting the inside of his cheek hoping no one notices his flushed cheeks. Also trying to not look down at San’s bulge.

“I think he just doesn’t want to be distracted. This is the first time we’ve seen you in weeks Sannie. We missed you very much. You and your sexy body.” Mingi says as he nudges Jongho’s shoulder.

Jongho just softly nudges Mingi back.

“Just say you miss my cock.”

“We all do.” Wooyoung chirped in with a smack to San’s ass.

A couple of hours past before the fire finally dies down and the smoke begins to clear.

Their work here is finally done.

And just ust like that the car door then opens.

Then out walks you, their Princess, wearing one of your newest most lavish and expensive dress in your favorite color. You’re also all dolled up just for them.

At the sight of you exiting the car, the sea of henchmen that were still standing behind your husbands, quickly part to make way like before. However this time, they also got down on their knees, head down, in respect.

As they should.

“What a beautiful sight! Oh my loves you outdid yourselves with this one!” You praise them giddy as if you weren’t talking about the scene of a gruesome massacre.

“An appropriate punishment for such a sinner don’t you think Princess?” Hongjoong asks as he takes your hand.

“I suppose.” You hum as you stand beside him.

“Now that you’re done, can we please leave? I’m hungry!”

“Ah! One more thing before we leave!” Hongjoong announces as he walks towards the ashes.

In said ashes, there lies the skeleton of the man that started all of this. With a wide smirk on his face, Hongjoong carefully crouches down and picks up a small but very sparkly diamond from the teeth of said skeleton.

Hongjoong, smirk not faltering even a bit, makes his way back to you and takes your hand.

“What do you think princess? Shall we customize you a new ring?” He asks showing the diamond.

“Oh my! Yes please! Oh! And check for any more jewels that are left behind in these ashes and rubble! We shouldn’t let such pretty things go to waste.”

“Of course darling.” Jongho starts before turning his attention to the men that were still on their knees before you.

“You heard her.”

“YES SIR!”

Like that they all got up, bowed to you once more before rushing to the ashes where a lavish mansion once stood. In search of anything shiny that might please you.

“Hmmm can we pleeeasee eat now?” You ask with a pout.

“Yes we can our Princess. Yes we can.” Seonghwa tells you with a smile as they all lead you back to the car.

“Can we go to my favorite place tonight?”

“Anything for our Princess.”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Bonus ending! ♡

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[madaqueue]

I WILL CRY THIS IS SO SWEET TO WHOEVER SENT THIS: I AM KISSING YOU AND GIVING YOU MY HEART AND ALL THE LOVE INSIDE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAH THANK YOU :’)

𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 @madaqueue

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[hawkins-batman]

hey dude um so i saw the post you made replying to someone else's post about noah and, while i do agree with you, i don't think that you or any of the anons should be specifically finding noah antis. that just kind of starts discourse and people are allowed to express their opinions, even if they differ from yours.

i know this happened to one of my good friends recently (noihavenosanitythanksforasking) and they were kind of shook up from what happened. i'm glad that you try to educate people, and it also comes across as a bit more personal and rude than someone who just wants to help.

i'm very sorry if any of this has come across as rude, i promise that is not my intention and i'm just trying to show that those people are also just people and its not their fault that they don't have all the information. i dont know if "kindness is the key" sounds cheesy, but it is very true.

blocking them and not interacting is probably the best thing to do instead of finding them just to disagree and having anons find posts and send them to you. if you or anyone else doesn't like what someone else posts, it's best just to scroll (and even block! that is definitely an option and i see you're doing that already so good job 👍)

sorry about this ramble and when you reply to this, if you do, i just want you to know that this was sent with the best intentions and also this is not about noah, anything that happened with him, or other people's views on it. this is just about how you could deal with people with differing views from you a bit better than what you have done in the past.

kisses kisses and byler endgame, love, anon

You weren’t rude — so don’t worry! However, I am going to push back (kindly - since you were kind).

First, I suppose I should say that I don’t seek these people out. Most of them I find during my daily scrolls of socials. Other times, mutuals will link me to them, and sometimes people will send them via Ask. But I don’t go looking for “Noah antis.”

Second, and more importantly, I want you to do a hypothetical with me. You saw someone getting viciously bullied. Not a friend, but nevertheless, other people were threatening them, calling them slurs, and harassing their family. They were also spreading lies to continue to inflame others to bully them.

With me so far? You’d want to stick up for them, right? Because there’s really no pretext before which any of that behavior is okay, right?

Now imagine, a year in to this relentless bullying campaign, you STILL see people spreading the lies, getting others inflamed, reigniting the bullying again and again. Imagine you KNOW that this endless bombardment has sent them to therapy and driven them from any place that gives them joy.

Would you just ignore that? Would you turn a blind eye? Would you chalk that up to just a “different opinion”?

I hope not. Because I won’t.

I’m sorry your friend was shaken up. But I’m one person. Noah gets the treatment I just described to you from HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of people. There are hate accounts with 40K+ followers solely dedicated to posting things like this bit of homophobia:

Look at the likes on that.

And that’s one post. That doesn’t even show the ones wanting to kill him. Or do viler things.

Or how about these cheering for his suicide (EDIT —> see the bottom of the post)

He can’t just log off and ignore them or block theee people either because they send it to his home. His family. They track him in public and send his location to big accounts that will tweet it out hoping someone will hurt him.

So, I mean this with sincerity: Good. I’m glad your friend was shaken up. I hope to shake up more people before I’m done. Maybe they’ll think twice before spreading lies that inflame people to post shit like that 👆🏻

That’s not a difference of opinion. I don’t mind if people simply don’t like Noah. But be honest. Do you post about people you don’t like? No. This is not simply disliking Noah. It’s contributing to homophobia and antisemitism and it’s wrong.

And until people get their senses back, I carry on.

[roxxie-wolf]

𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Helping Angel from getting a beating to entering a hotel and meeting someone who you will become close with.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: I think none.

Note: Sorry for not posting last week. This story is coming to an end soon. Next chapter and Previous Chapter will be now at the end of each chapter.

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟨

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself spending more and more time with Lucifer. The hotel room became a sanctuary for open and honest conversations, where walls were broken down and vulnerabilities shared.

It was a decision made in the quiet hours of the morning, with the city sleeping outside the window and the soft glow of the moon casting a gentle light on the room. You had come to realize that the hotel room was no longer just a temporary stop on your journey; it had become a haven, a place where you felt truly at peace.

And so, with a sense of certainty and conviction, you made the decision to move in. The hotel became your home, with Angel by your side as a constant presence.

The hotel room, once just a space, had transformed into a capsule of memories. The rubber ducky in your hand was more than a toy; it was a talisman, a reminder of the unexpected bond you'd formed with Lucifer. Happiness, an elusive guest, had checked in without notice, filling the room with its silent presence.

Your smile, unbidden yet sincere, was a testament to the strange, fluttering sensation that accompanied thoughts of Lucifer. It was a curious thing, this rapid heartbeat, this warmth that seemed to radiate from within at the mere memory of him.

You shook your head, a futile attempt to dislodge the emotions that threatened to breach the walls you had so carefully maintained. *Why was your heart racing at the thought of Lucifer?* The question echoed, unanswered. The closeness between you two had blossomed swiftly, a rare and beautiful thing, much like the unexpected bloom of a desert rose.

In the quiet of the room, with the rubber ducky as your silent confidante, you allowed yourself a moment to ponder the possibilities. Perhaps it was the thrill of a new friendship, or maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something more.

The soft knock was a familiar prelude to his presence, and your response, "Come in," was as warm as the smile that played on your lips. The door's creak was a mere background note to the thoughts swirling around the rubber ducky, a symbol of the bond you'd formed with Lucifer.

"Hello doll," came the voice, rich and smooth, a sound that had quickly become a source of comfort. It was Lucifer, and in the span of five weeks, he had moved from a figure of intrigue to one of closeness, earning a place in your world and a nickname to match.

"Hello Luci," you greeted, turning to face him with a smile that felt natural. The nickname, a term of endearment, was a testament to the unexpected friendship that had blossomed between you two, a friendship that seemed to promise more with each passing day.

You stood from the bed as he came close, wrapping his arms around you. The embrace was unexpected but not unwelcome, a physical manifestation of the closeness that had developed between you. "How's your evening going?" his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

"It's going well, how about yours?" feeling the warmth of his arms around your waist. The slight pullback was instinctual, a dance of intimacy and space that you both navigated with ease.

"It's great, now that I get to see you," his smile genuine, a beacon in the dimming light of the evening. The words were simple, yet they carried the weight of shared moments and unspoken promises.

"You're cheesy," you accused, though the laughter in your voice betrayed your true feelings. The playful hit to his shoulder was a familiar gesture, one that spoke of comfort and camaraderie. His laughter in response was a sound that resonated within you, a vibration that seemed to echo through the very air.

And then, silence fell, a comfortable lull as you both simply stared at each other. In that look, there was a conversation without words, a dialogue of glances and smiles that said more than any speech could. The connection was undeniable, a thread woven from countless interactions and the quiet understanding that had blossomed in this unlikely place.

In that instant, time froze and you found yourself unable to resist leaning in for a kiss. He was taken aback at first, but soon joined in, pulling you closer with his arms. Your hands moved from his biceps to the nape of his neck. Suddenly, he lifted your thigh in a swift motion, holding you securely by the small of your back with your leg wrapped around his waist.

His touch was firm yet gentle, his grip on your waist steady and reassuring. You could feel the heat of his body against yours.

His touch ignited a fire within you, a passion that had long been dormant suddenly bursting to life in that shared moment. You melted into his embrace, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours and the feel of his body against yours. In that suspended moment, nothing else mattered but the connection between you, a connection that seemed to transcend time itself.

In a quick motion, Lucifer lifted you and placed you gently on the bed. He positioned himself on top of you, guiding your leg to encircle his waist. As he continued to kiss you passionately, your fingers entwined in his soft hair, lost in the moment.

Then there was a knock at your door. Your eyes widen “Hide,” the urgency in your voice was unmistakable, and Lucifer moved without hesitation, his form disappearing down next to your bed. You straightened your attire, took a deep breath to steady your nerves, and approached the door.

With a gentle twist of the knob, the door creaked open to reveal Angel standing in the dimly lit hallway.

"Hey toots," Angel's voice, ever so cheerful, cut through the silence like a ray of sunshine piercing a storm cloud. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me to get a few things?"

"Sure, Angel. Just give me a moment to get ready," you smiled.

As Angel nodded and turned away, you closed the door with a soft click, leaning against it as you exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Lucifer emerged from the side of your bed, a questioning look in his eyes.

The moment was fleeting. His hair, tousled and wild, was a stark contrast to the usual precision and control he exuded. Your laughter, genuine and warm, filled the room, and for a second, it seemed to banish the shadows that clung to the corners.

"I'll be back," you promised, the words hanging between you as a vow.

He nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions as he turned to the mirror. His hands worked deftly, restoring order to the disarray with a few swift motions.

Stepping into the corridor, you found Angel waiting with an expectant look. The transition from the private world you shared with Lucifer to the reality Angel represented was jarring, but necessary. With a deep breath, you prepared to face whatever lay ahead, leaving behind the safety and secrets of your room.

⭐️𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈⭐️ ⭐️𝒩𝑒𝓍𝓉⭐️

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[morgan-va]

Chapter 9: The Last Goodbye (Serial Designation N x Reader)

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The soft glow of candlelight flickers against the polished surface of the table, illuminating a modest but inviting dinner setup. The faint sound of classical music plays in the background, mingling with the quiet hum of contentment in the air.

You’re seated across from N, who’s practically glowing with excitement, his ever-present smile brighter than the candles themselves.

“Wow, this looks amazing!” he exclaims, gesturing to the perfectly plated meal before him—though he has no need for food, his enthusiasm is entirely genuine. “You really went all out!”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Well, I had help, didn’t I?”

N nods vigorously. “True! I did hold the whisk for a solid three minutes. Very important contribution.”

His tone is so earnest, so endearingly proud of his small effort, that you can’t help but burst into laughter. It’s the kind of laugh that shakes your shoulders, leaving you breathless but lighthearted.

N laughs too, though you suspect it’s more because your joy is contagious than anything else.

The scene shifts seamlessly, as dreams often do.

Now you’re both seated on a plush couch, wrapped in the warmth of a cozy blanket. The screen before you glows with the faint colors of a movie you don’t quite recognize, but the details don’t matter.

What matters is the way N’s arms are securely around you, holding you close against his side. His frame radiates warmth—not the physical kind, but something deeper, something that seeps into your very core.

You feel utterly safe. Utterly cared for.

As the movie plays on, N’s soft chuckle at a particularly cheesy line reaches your ears. You look up at him, meeting his glowing white gaze. There’s a sense of ease, of belonging, in the way he smiles down at you, and your heart swells with an emotion you can’t quite name.

For the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels… right.

The dream lingers, wrapping you in its comforting embrace as the two of you sit there, basking in each other’s presence. You don’t want it to end, and for now, it doesn’t.

For now, the world is warm, safe, and filled with light.

You stir slowly, your mind hazy from one of the deepest, most comfortable sleeps you can remember. There’s an unfamiliar warmth enveloping you, a sense of security that feels like a remnant of the dream you were just lost in.

Your eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep, and you realize something unusual. There’s a steady pressure around you—arms gently wrapped, holding you in place.

As your vision clears, you’re greeted by the sight of a black blazer, its fabric soft against your cheek. The faint scent of popcorn lingers, mingling with something else��a unique metallic tang that you’ve started to associate with him.

N.

You blink, the realization sinking in. You’re wrapped in his arms, pressed close against his chest.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t move right away. Instead, you take a moment to process the situation, your thoughts tumbling over themselves in a mix of surprise and… something else. Something warm, something that makes you hesitate to pull away.

It’s not unwelcome.

Still, you shift slightly, the movement subtle but enough to draw N’s attention. His arms loosen immediately, as though he’s afraid he’s done something wrong.

“Ah! You’re awake!” he says softly, his voice filled with his usual cheerful energy but quieter, mindful of the moment. He tilts his head, looking down at you with those bright neon eyes that seem to light up even more at the sight of you. “Good morning!”

You blink up at him, still waking up, still piecing together what’s happening.

“Morning…” you mumble, your voice groggy but steady.

N tilts his head further, an apologetic look crossing his face. “Um, sorry if this is weird—I didn’t mean to overstep! You fell asleep, and I didn’t want to move you and accidentally wake you up, so I just… stayed like this. I promise I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything!”

You stare at him for a moment, his nervous rambling bringing a faint smile to your lips.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, your voice soft. “I didn’t mind.”

His face lights up at your words, his worry melting away into his usual bright grin. “Oh! That’s good. You seemed so peaceful, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

You chuckle quietly, sitting up slightly but still lingering close. “Well, thanks for that. I haven’t slept that well in… a long time.”

His expression softens, his smile turning gentle. “I’m glad.”

The two of you stay like that for a moment longer, the morning light filtering into the room, casting a warm glow over everything. There’s an unspoken comfort between you, a sense that, for once, everything is exactly as it should be.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling the pull of reality as you slowly sit up. N’s arms slip away from you gently, and for a moment, the absence of his warmth makes the room feel a little colder.

N shifts to sit up as well, his movements careful and deliberate. He watches you closely, concern flickering in his neon eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, tilting his head.

You glance at him, offering a small smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… thinking.”

His gaze softens, and he waits patiently, as if sensing you have more to say.

Taking a steadying breath, you meet his eyes. “N, you’re… really something, you know that? You’re not just good at what you do—you’re a great worker drone. But more than that…” You hesitate, your voice catching for a moment before you push through. “You’re a great friend.”

His eyes widen slightly, the glow in them seeming to brighten as your words sink in. He stares at you, stunned for a moment, before his face splits into the biggest, most genuine smile you’ve ever seen.

“R-Really?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief but overflowing with joy.

You nod, smiling despite the heaviness settling in your chest. “Really. I don’t know what I was expecting when I first got you, but… you’ve made these last couple of days better than I could’ve imagined. Thank you, N.”

He looks down, his expression soft and almost shy. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “For being so kind… and for letting me be your friend.”

The two of you sit there for a moment, sharing a quiet, tender understanding. But then, reality reasserts itself, as it always does.

You sigh again, rubbing the back of your neck. “Unfortunately, it’s Sunday… and you know what that means.”

N’s expression falters for a brief second before he perks up, giving you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay! I know I have to go back. Orders are orders, after all!”

His optimism is almost painful in its sincerity, but you know he’s just trying to make it easier for you.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice soft, “orders are orders.”

You stand up, stretching to shake off the lingering drowsiness. “Alright, let’s get you ready. The sooner we head out, the sooner I can get back to yelling at corporate for not paying me overtime.”

N laughs at that, standing up to join you. “I’ll help you pack up the truck!”

As he starts moving to gather your things, you glance at him, a pang of sadness tugging at your heart. You know this is just part of the arrangement—he’s a company asset, not yours. But still, the thought of losing his cheerful presence feels heavier than you expected.

Shaking off the thought, you focus on the task at hand. There’s no use dwelling on it. Not when there’s still time left to make the most of today.

The Manila folder feels heavier than it should as you clutch it tightly, stepping out the door with N trailing behind. You lock the door behind him, hearing the faint click of the deadbolt, and pause for a moment, letting the quiet morning air settle around you.

The two of you walk to the truck in silence. N, as always, is eager to help, checking the straps holding the crate in the truck bed. You give everything a once-over as well, double-checking his work, though you already know he’s been as meticulous as ever.

Satisfied, you step into the driver’s seat while N slides into the passenger side, settling in with his usual bright smile. You stare at the key in the ignition, your hand hovering over it as a deep, reluctant sigh escapes your lips.

You hesitate, the reality of the moment sinking in. This is it.

Before you can dwell on it too long, you feel a gentle touch on your hand. You look over to see N’s own hand resting on yours, his neon eyes meeting yours with a comforting glow.

“It’ll be okay,” he says softly, his tone filled with a surprising amount of certainty. “I’ll talk to whoever’s in charge and make sure I can come back to you.”

Your heart twists at his words. His optimism is so pure, so unshakable, but deep down you know that’s not how JCJenson works. Once he’s back in their system, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever see him again.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to crush his hope. Instead, you force a small smile, nodding as you blink back the sting in your eyes.

And then, to your surprise, he holds out his hand, extending his pinky toward you.

“Pinky promise,” he says with a wide, hopeful grin.

You freeze, staring at his outstretched hand. Your mind flashes back to the romcom you’d watched the night before, the scene where the two leads made a similar promise. He must’ve learned it from there.

A lump forms in your throat as you look at him, his expression so earnest and trusting. You don’t want to cry—you really don’t—but the tears are right there, threatening to spill over. Not wanting him to see, you quickly lift your hand, locking your pinky with his.

“Pinky promise,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

N’s grin somehow grows even wider, his glow brighter. He doesn’t let go immediately, his pinky holding onto yours for just a second longer, as if to cement the promise in place.

You turn back to the ignition, gripping the key firmly as you swallow hard and blink away the tears threatening to spill over. Taking a deep breath, you twist the key and start the engine, the familiar hum filling the cabin.

As the truck pulls out of the driveway, you glance at the rearview mirror, watching your house shrink into the distance. Your grip on the wheel tightens, and though you try to focus on the road ahead, your thoughts are stuck on the pinky promise you just made.

It’s a nice thought, you tell yourself. Even if it’s not possible, it’s still nice to believe—if only for a little while.

And as N hums a tune softly beside you, you can’t help but cling to that fragile hope, the weight of his words echoing in your mind.

“It’ll be okay.”

The drive to the corporate office feels both too long and not long enough. N chatters away beside you, his voice filling the cabin with lighthearted remarks and observations about the scenery flashing by.

“Did you know trees can communicate with each other through their roots?” he says, his tone brimming with wonder. “I read that in one of the books we got at the library. It’s so cool! Like… a secret tree society underground!”

You smile faintly, nodding along as he continues. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you do your best to soak up every moment of this—every laugh, every little fact he shares, every second of his boundless joy.

But no matter how hard you try, the weight in your chest only grows heavier as you near the towering JCJenson building.

The truck rolls to a stop at the loading docks, and the hum of the engine fades as you cut the ignition. For a moment, neither of you moves. You glance over at N, who’s still smiling, though his excitement seems to have dimmed just slightly.

“I guess this is it,” he says softly, his tone bittersweet.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you grip the folder tightly. “Yeah… guess so.”

Pushing open your door, you step out into the crisp air, N following suit. The familiar clang and chatter of the docks surrounds you as you both make your way to the back of the truck, where the crate still sits securely strapped in place.

As you start unfastening the straps, a voice cuts through the noise.

“Well, well, look who’s back!”

You glance up to see Brad striding toward you, clipboard in hand and his usual laid-back grin plastered across his face.

“Got the goods?” he asks, jerking a thumb toward the crate.

“Yeah,” you reply, your voice tight as you finish undoing the straps.

Brad’s eyes flick to N, who’s standing beside you with his hands clasped together, his smile as bright as ever. “And there’s our star of the show! How’s it goin’, buddy?”

“It’s going great!” N chirps, giving a little wave. “I had the best time with—”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great,” Brad interrupts, already scribbling something on his clipboard. “Just need to make sure all the boxes are ticked, you know how it is. Liability and all that.”

You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to keep calm as you hand over the Manila folder. Brad flips through it with a casual air, barely glancing at the pages before nodding in approval.

“Looks good to me,” he says, tucking the clipboard under his arm. “Alright, let’s get this crate unloaded and—”

“Wait,” N says suddenly, stepping forward.

Brad raises an eyebrow. “Uh… what?”

“I just…” N glances back at you, his expression a mix of determination and nervousness. “I want to say goodbye first.”

Brad opens his mouth, clearly ready to brush him off, but something in N’s tone makes him pause. With a shrug, he steps back. “Alright, but make it quick. Clock’s ticking.”

You and N exchange a look, the noise of the docks fading into the background.

You both stand by the truck, the noisy bustle of the docks fading into an indistinct hum as you face each other. The weight of the moment hangs heavily between you.

“You’re gonna be okay,” N says, his voice soft but resolute. He steps closer, his usual exuberance tempered by the gravity of the situation. “I meant what I said. I’ll come back. I promised.”

You try to smile, but the lump in your throat makes it difficult. “Yeah, I know. You better not break that promise.”

N beams, holding out his pinky once more. Without hesitation, you loop yours around his, sealing the promise again.

But even that doesn’t feel like enough. Before you can stop yourself, you reach out and pull him into a tight hug.

N hesitates for only a second before wrapping his arms around you, his grip gentle yet reassuring. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “For everything.”

You close your eyes, holding onto the moment for as long as you can. “No,” you reply, your voice trembling slightly. “Thank you.”

The two of you linger there, the rest of the world fading away. But the spell is broken all too soon by an obnoxious throat-clearing.

“Alright, robo-weirdos, hate to break up the moment,” Brad says, sauntering over with his clipboard still tucked under his arm. “But we’ve got schedules to keep, and my boss gets cranky when I don’t clock out on time. So, chop-chop!”

You release N reluctantly, shooting Brad a withering look. N glances back at you, his smile returning as he nods. “It’ll be okay,” he repeats. “I promise.”

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to trust him. “Alright,” you say quietly. “Go ahead.”

N hesitates for just a moment, then turns and follows Brad toward the R&D department. You watch him go, his cheerful stride unbroken even as the distance grows.

Eventually, you climb back into the company truck, now crateless, the familiar hum of the engine doing little to soothe the ache in your chest.

.

The drive to the employee parking lot is quiet, the weight of the goodbye settling over you like a blanket. Once there, you exchange the truck keys at the office, the mundane task feeling surreal after everything.

As you slip into your own car, the comfort of its familiarity does little to ease the void N’s absence has left. You grip the steering wheel tightly, sitting there for a moment before starting the engine.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry again. But as you pull out of the lot, heading home to an empty house, the tears come anyway.

You unlock the front door and step inside, the silence of the house pressing against you like a physical weight. The air feels heavier, the space emptier without N’s cheerful presence filling it.

The thought of cooking or even unpacking your things crosses your mind briefly, but it feels pointless. You don’t want to deal with the loneliness waiting for you in every corner.

Without bothering to change, you make your way to the bedroom. The bed looks exactly as you left it, but it feels different now—colder, emptier. You lie down, curling into yourself beneath the covers.

You don’t care what time it is, don’t care that you haven’t eaten or checked your phone. You just close your eyes, desperate to escape the gnawing ache in your chest.

The memory of N’s laughter, his bright smile, his earnest promise echoes in your mind. For a moment, you imagine him still there, sitting beside you and eagerly reading you a story.

But when you reach out, there’s nothing but the cool sheets.

Sleep comes eventually, though it’s fitful and filled with fragmented dreams. And in the silence of the night, the house feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for the warmth it lost to return.

[lia-loves-youu]

A little more ~ Seonghwa x Reader

Notes (please read): So hello y’all<33 This is my first fanfic AND English is not my first language, so I really hope it won’t be too bad helpp- It’s based on “A Little More” by Lim Jisoo, please listen to it, it’s such an underrated song and I’ve been listening to it soo much lately :> I’ll try to sneak a few lyrics in, so if you listen to the song while/before reading, you can maybe hear the lyrics replay in your head (I’ll most likely change them up a bit so they don’t sound so weird tho)<3 Also, if you like this, please try to boost it so I can gain reach a bit faster, I’m really afraid that this will flop TvT I’ll also reply to every comment, so if you have something to say, please go ahead<33

pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x fem! reader

warnings: fluff so teeth rotting, it has you ready for a dentist visit, pretty cheesy, swearing, toxic friends (no physical harm), reader is sometimes talking to herself, everything goes pretty fast

tropes: love at first note, (implied) one true love

word count: 3512

summary: Seonghwa is out with his friends for a fun karaoke night, but when he returns from the toilet, he walks by a room out of which a beautiful song, well, rather a beautiful voice comes and fills his whole body (let’s just ignore that these rooms should be soundproof). Not finding the courage to ask the dark silhouette standing in the karaoke room for the song name, he writes a message on a tissue and slides it under the door.

Here’s the link for the song again<3

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Fast steps fill the hallway. The dark haired man is searching for the karaoke room he and his friends booked, but suddenly he slows down and finds himself standing in front of a door. It’s not the one to the room his friends are in, but the intriguing voice which makes its way to his ears seems to stop him. His curious eyes are searching through the darkness of the room to finally see the silhouette of a girl standing in front of the karaoke machine, her back turned towards Seonghwa. Almost in a trance, he listens to the relaxing music complimenting your voice perfectly. Should he ask you for the song name? He wishes he could, but he can’t find the courage to knock on the door in front of him and interrupt you. His eyes proceed to search for any other way to ask for the song, or even your name, and luck seems to be on his side today. Quickly grabbing a tissue and a pen - which some staff member probably dropped as they were in a hurry - he scribbles a few sentences on the fabric. After sliding it through the small gap under the door, he quickly stands up and continues on his way back to his friends, the melody not leaving his head.

~

“No fucking way.” “Yes I knowww, I’m sosososo sorry again! We’ll make it up to you next time, yeah? Really!” Not even a second later the call ends. You stare at the now dark phone screen, laughing and huffing in disbelief. Your “friends” just cancelled your plans. Again. You already rented the karaoke room for three hours for you and your friends and just finished with the first song so you can warm your voice up a bit, but it looks like your friends had better plans. You wouldn’t be so disappointed if this was the first time, if you weren’t paying with your own money and if this wasn’t one of the most expensive karaoke places your friends had picked without even asking about your opinion. But unfortunately that’s the case.

Before the tears could even begin to fill your eyes, you already grab your stuff and storm to the door. Almost reaching the door handle, you suddenly slip and fall, while a short scream exits your mouth. “Ouch, what the-“, you look down to your and stop mid sentence, noticing the item which made your body meet the floor so painfully. You reach for the small tissue and turn on your phone’s flashlight to make words written in a neat and elegant handwriting out:

Your voice is so pretty and unique, could you please tell me which song you were singing? I mean the one with the calming melody

Blinking dumbfounded, you reread the note. “Telling them which song I was singing-? How am I supposed to do that, no name, no telephone number. At least I only sang one song, so I know which one they mean”, you murmur. After reading the note a third time, a smile slowly creeps onto your lips. It’s not the fact that you don’t know who this wrote, but rather how they complimented you. It clears your bad mood up a bit and you feel the need to tell them the song name, however that’s supposed to work.

“What am I supposed to doooo”, you let yourself sink into your sheets, talking to none other than yourself. You would’ve called one of your super cool friends, but after the countless instagram stories they had posted, dancing and drinking in some pub after having to sadly call your plans off again, you quickly gave up on the idea. At this point you would’ve already confronted them, but considering that they were the only people you talk to in and outside of school, you’re too afraid to be blamed and left out even more, loosing all the remaining social contacts you try so desperately to keep.

Suddenly a thought crosses your mind. It might seem a bit unlikely to happen, but what if the ominous person shows up at the karaoke place tomorrow too? You turn around, now lying on your back and sigh: “It’s a try worth, right? Which room did I have today? 127? 143? NONO it was definitely 119.” You don’t even know why you’re so touched by this stupid little message, but the thought of having someone you really share something with (unlike your friends) just doesn’t plan to leave your mind anytime soon.

~

The next day at school passes regularly, excluding how you try to avoid your friend group, walking through hallways they probably never ever seen before, skipping lunch and keeping your head down, hoping that they won’t even try to look for you. Luckily you also caught the first bus after school ended, so there are almost no people you’re already familiar with. A relived sigh exiting your lips you drop on an empty seat and close your eyes, already worried about the next day.

“Excuse me? Could I please rent room 119?” You smile awkwardly, recognising the receptionist from yesterday. He looks at you hesitantly, you can almost hear him ask if you will also leave two and a half hours early and without the three people which supposedly should’ve joined you, but he doesn’t. Instead he smiles and tells you that the room is already taken. “Oh please wait, he reserved for two people, you had the room yesterday too right?” Now that he said it so blunt your cheeks start to light up. You mumble a little yes and try to look as unaffected as possible, which quickly becomes irrelevant after realising the boy, as you just found out, probably reserved for the both of you and that he’s waiting in exactly the room you had, like he knew you’d think the same way as him. “Uhm yes?” “Great, follow me please- Or can you find the room again?” Politely declining, you turn around and quickly walk towards the door, trying to suppress a wide smile from your lips.

“Ahhh what should I say to him noww?” You nervously tap your foot on the ground and stare holes into the door. Shaking your head and after taking a deep breath you swing the door open, just for the air to be knocked out of your lungs again: The boy, who’s just sitting on the couch, if without doubt the most gorgeous and elegant person you’ve ever laid your eyes on. “Oh, so you must be the girl from yesterday?” “…” “Are… you alright?” Suddenly awaking from your trance, you blink and start to splutter a bit: “Ehh yeah- Yes that’s me, uhm my name is yn, yours?” He starts smiling - which makes your heart bounce and cheeks uncontrollably light up - and tells you his name in return. ‘Park Seonghwa’, a world stopping beauty with a pretty name, if his personality’s as good as the rest, you’re ready to sign him up for marriage on the spot. Not being able to stop smiling, you sit down beside him after asking for his approval and start a little conversation.

At first it was a bit awkward of course, but after you found a good topic, you both loosen up and seem like you won’t be able to stop talking and laughing together, like you’ve been friends for years. The hours vanish like seconds and neither of you realise how late it has gotten.

A sudden knock stops you from continuing your rant about people who chew with their mouth open, and Seonghwa takes a glance at the clock. „Oh shit we were supposed to get out of here like half a hour ago!“ After processing what he just said, you quickly get up, grab your stuff and sprint to the door, the tall boy right behind you. Bowing and excusing yourself you walk past the staff member and out of the building.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t look at the time.“ You turn and look at the cute apologetic look on his face. Not being able to prevent it, you chuckle and tell him that it’s alright. His face instantly relaxes and he laughs with you. „Do you want me to walk you home? It’s already so dark and I’m a bit worried about you“, he offers sweetly. „I have to go by bus, I really don’t want you to take a detour just because of me.“ „Oh! I have to go by bus too! We can at least walk to the station together, if we don’t even have too take the same bus!” ‘If he doesn’t stop smiling so cutely like that I’m seriously going to cry’ Instead of actually saying what you just thought, you return his little grin and just nod.

The walk is a bit calmer and a comfortable silence encases the both of you (I hope I can say it like that?) “Soo which bus do you have to take?” You tell him an he starts to smile, telling you he has to take the same one - which he in fact doesn’t, but the thought of you being alone in the dark has him feeling a bit off. If he would feel like that about other people too? Probably, but his feelings and thought are also oddly different when he’s with you.

Chitchatting a bit about this and that, the bus arrives and you continue your conversation after sitting down.

“Oh, I have to get off at the next stop”, you pout a bit and watch a frown appear on his face as those words leave your lips. “Do you really don’t want me to walk you home?” You try to show him the warmest and most assuring smile you have and tell him how your house is only two minutes away from the stop, which seems to calm him down. “Ah by the way! I forgot to tell you the song name, it’s-“ “No stop, tell me next time okay?”, he interrupts you swiftly. “Next time?” “If you’re willing to give me one?” You chuckle: “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Maybe?” You gently, jokingly punch his chest and start to already see your station in the distance. “Then I guess you better take my phone number now before I have to get off.” He pulls his phone out and opens it, already showing “add a new contact” on the screen, like he waited for you to give him your number. After you quickly filled the boxes in, you return the phone to him and stand up. “Text me then!”, you grin and walk out of the already opened doors.

The grin doesn’t leave your face until you drift away in the warm embrace of your bed, neither does the one on Seonghwa’s lips, even though he has to drive the whole way back and further now.

~

The days where you don’t see your sweet new friend feel endless, standing up at ungodly times, classes are even more boring, spending every damn break on the school’s roof to avoid your other friends, going home, doing the homework, eating, studying, sleeping and everything repeats again. Luckily there was only one day where you didn’t get to meet up. You only meet for lunch because school days are too busy, but today is Friday, which makes you unusually happy. Of course you’re always excited for Fridays, but this time it just feels more special.

You grin relieved, finally throwing your jacket off and jumping on the couch.

Hwa [2:47]

Are you free today?

Do you wanna meet up at my place? I don’t wanna go out to our cafe today :(

Your grin grows even wider.

Me [2:47]

Yeah ofc!! Do you live far from me? Can I go there by bike?

You don’t even wait for an answer before you already run towards your wardrobe, searching for your favourite outfit.

Hwa [2:49]

I’ll just send you the location

Should I pick you up tho?

| location attached |

You really can’t stop smiling like crazy and you also can’t tell why it makes you so happy that he asked if he should pick you up. “He’s so gentle and caring… Why didn’t I meet more people like him? Life would’ve been so much easier if I had some real friends- I should really stop thinking about them. I should rather ask how I deserved to meet Hwa. Okay, which hairstyle do I go for tho?”

After you’re done with your outfit and everything, you get your stuff together and pull your shoes on.

Me [3:00]

Nono I’ll just go by bus, don’t worry :D

“…Huh? That’s definitely not how he got home last time, I was the first one to leave and we took the same bus. Ahh I shouldn’t worry about it now as long as I’ll arrive at his home”, you mumble, looking at the route while waiting at the station. Just as the bus stops, “A little more” starts to play in your earphones, making you smile subconsciously. ‘Ahh I still didn’t tell Hwa the song name, the week was just so busy I forgot about it… I really have to do it today.‘

Just as you took the first ten steps out of the bus, your whole body stops moving, your hands drop and everything starts to turn, but not the people in front of you. “Ohh if that isn’t our sweet, dearest little yn. Do you maybe want to… I don’t know, apologise? Why are you not answering our messages and leaving us alone in the breaks? Girl this is literally so annoying, you know?“

You don’t move, neither do you speak, which visibly makes the girl in front of you angry. ”So, listen you stupid fucking-“

“Uhm, excuse me please”, the group turns around, moving aside for Seonghwa to walk towards you and ask with a cute little smile, “Do we wanna go in now? I was kinda worried you might wouldn’t find my apartment, so I’m her now.” You’re still not able to answer, but your friend already starts to talk again: “Oh my god who are you?” She eyes him up and down and grins stupidly. “So you’re friends with yn? Why didn’t you introduce us before? Don’t keep your handsome friends to yourself yn, are you single by the way, mr. handsome? I’m free this weekend by the way hihi.” Disgustedly raising his eyebrow at this horrible attempt to flirt, he looks down at your face, which finally shows some type of reaction. “If you excuse me-“, Seonghwa says still softly and gently grabs your hand, guiding you through the group and quickly to a building. “Wait, you forgot to give me your number!” Rolling his eyes he closes the door which he just opened for you both and walks to an elevator.

The silence is slightly awkward, but addressing the elephant in the room right now would’ve made it worse.

“You can leave your shoes and jacket here, do you want a glass of water?” You shake your head and smile at him, which he returns and your cheeks warm up. His smile always makes you feel all fuzzy inside, which is in fact not the greatest sign, falling in love with the only person you have right now was definitely not on your bucket list for this year. “Do you want to watch a movie with me? I think I still have popcorn left! Wait, let me see real quick.” As he walks away, he makes little happy jumps which results in him looks even more adorable than he always is. Your checks turn even redder and you’re sure you’ll never recover from this while slowly following him.

Seonghwa is already rummaging through a cabinet when you reach the kitchen, a few strands of his long black hair falling on his concentrated face, making you chuckle quietly. He looks up at you, his doe eyes making your legs weak, and smirks: “God you’re red, are you fine? I found the popcorn by the way, do you want it sweet or salty?” You clear your throat, lowering your head and telling him your preference. Still laughing he continues.

“Okayy it should be ready in 15 minutes, let’s pick out the movie now.“ You follow him to the living room, where he sits down on the couch and starts to scroll through Netflix. After you just stood there for a few seconds he turns his gaze to you and pouts, which makes your face burn again. “Why aren’t you sitting down? Are you really okay-? I’m starting to get worried, I should measure your temperature.” You wanted to stop him, but it was already too late as he gets up and suddenly presses his forehead against yours. “Uhmm I’m pretty sure you don’t measure temperature like that”, you manage to mutter, but he just laughs and lets his head fall from your forehead onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and giving you the warmest hug in forever. It feels special and caring, not like you didn’t expect that his hugs were like this or if you weren’t hoping to get one of them every single day, but the way his hands rest on your back and caress you so gently makes your body long for him more and more.

After standing like this for several seconds, Seonghwa slowly gets away from you, hesitantly asking: “Do you think you could… You know, tell me about who these people were and what they did to you? It’s nagging me since I saw your horrified face back then.” You look at his worried expression but don’t answer.

“I know it’s hard to trust me, that’s alright, considering how we don’t know each other for that long yet. I’ll wait for you, tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’m here with open arms.” You can’t help but chuckle, making Seonghwa’s gorgeous face clear up. “Okay okay Hwa, I’ll tell you. Let’s sit down though, if that’s alright.” He nods and wraps a blanket around you after you’ve made yourself comfortable on the pillowy couch.

You really try to hold the tears back while telling him anything in detail, but bringing all the memories and emotions back is just too much. Usually you don’t cry that easily and definitely not in presence of other people, but all the denied feelings break down on you. You lower your head, hoping the man in front of you wouldn’t notice, but of course he does anyways. Slowly bringing his soft hand up to your face, he swipes your tears away and strokes your cheek: “Don’t worry and please don’t cry, I guess you at least have me now, right? Shhh please don’t cry, c’mere.” Carefully skidding over to you he pulls you in another hug, this time it’s even harder for you to not completely loose yourself in his embrace.

As less tears drop on his neck and your muffled sobs get quieter, he assures: “I’ll be your best friend. I’ll always be there for you and never do such things as your stupid little ex-friends. I’ll be everything you ever wanted and won’t hesitate to hold your hand.”

You burry your head deeper in the crook of his neck and take all your courage together: “I don’t want you to be my best friend”, Seonghwa’s body tenses up and you notice a quiet “oh” from above you, “I want you to be more than that.” You sit up, looking at Seonghwa’s sweet eyes. “I know this all happened way too fast, but I couldn’t hold myself, you’re just too… perfect. I never had someone like you and after being alone for so long, you were just like a savior. I can’t really explain what I feel, but I hope you understand. I’m always on top of the world, because of you. All those little ‘dates’ just made me realise how important you already are for me. Seonghwa, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Silence. You don’t look at him anymore, gaze directed on your hands before your crossed legs. You can feel that you tear up again, so you press your eyes shut.

You suddenly feel hands on yours, which kind of startles you. “Please look at me, yn.” Sullenly you look up to meet his deep, dark eyes. “I know what you mean and feel. And I feel the same way. I think of you so often and my day is just not complete without having some kind of conversation with you, please, stay by my side. Forever. And come closer please, I want to hug you again.”

You two spend the rest of the day with eating the popcorn and watching Star Wars, Seonghwa also proudly showed you his Lego collection and cuddled with you until you both were about to drift into sleep. “Oh, by the way, the song I sung was ‘A little more’ by Lim Jisoo”, you manage to mutter before falling asleep.

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Please don’t kill me if this was shit<3

[heymickyursofine]

Under the Sea. James “Mac” Mackreides X Fem!Reader

Summary: When a second Megalodon causes chaos in what was supposed to be a happy moment, you end up getting hurt, and Mac feels like his world crumbles.

Warnings: Getting hurt, mentions of character deaths, incorrect medical description, one use of Y/N (had to, sorry), think that’s it!

Request: okay, so i’m totally in love with mac (the meg) but no one writes fics about him:((. it would be so awesome if you could write a fic where the reader is somehow injured during the point in the first movie where the boat flips over. and just mac keeping them alive as they take the lifeboat back to mana one, and how he is in the hospital with the reader. i totally understand if you don’t want to do this, thank you!!

Ever since the Meg died you had the biggest smile on your face.

It felt too good to be true, it hadn’t been many days since you found out about the Meg’s existence, but you’re not complaining one bit.

You and Mac had been chatting since the Meg got strung up on the boat, occasionally looking back at it, it seemed like the whole team was having a great time.

Mac had been watching you talk with what could be a loving gaze, listening to every word you said. You let out a sigh, “I can’t believe this is finally over and done with. The past days have been crazy.” What you really wanted to say was I’m glad this stupid shark is dead, I just wish Toshi could’ve been here.

Although it seemed like Mac knew what you really meant, he smiled, “I know what you mean.”

You let silence take over and looked out to the sea next to you while Mac watched you. The two of you had been friends for awhile and he’s always had feelings for you but during this whole fiasco he came to terms with his feelings, they were definite.

It was a bit cheesy he did have to admit, nothing like madness bringing two people together. But he couldn’t think like that. He didn’t know if you loved him too. Well, you did love him, that much was clear, but did you love him the way he loved you?

He wasn’t sure, he didn’t think so.

Jonas however would tell him differently. Jonas could read you like a book, his worst quality perhaps, and he could tell you loved Mac how he loved you.

How would Mac approach this? He had no clue, maybe he would never speak of this to you.

“Did you hear what I said?” He blinked once, as to snap him out of his thoughts, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” That was embarrassing. You chuckled, “I asked-'' You were cut off by a loud splash and then a crash.

It was chaos as another Megaldon made its way on the deck, then the boat flipped on its side, causing you to fall into the water, and then you saw pitch black.

When you came to, you didn’t know where you were. Your vision was blurry and it hurt to breathe, not that you could very well anyway. Your attention then was brought to Mac, he was above you and looked..panicked? You were in a haze, you could see his mouth moving, he was talking, but you couldn’t hear him.

“What’s wrong with her?” DJ asked. “I don’t know, DJ!” Mac snapped at him, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

He could tell your breathing was shallow, with your chest not rising much, and breathing sounding like little gasps, the sound made him uncomfortable.

You gathered that you were in the water, on a boat as you looked around, and that everytime the boat caught a wave wrong it would fly up slightly, which didn’t make the pain in your back feel better.

He pulled your longsleeve up to look for any sign of trauma and could see discoloration on your skin, just below your chest and seemed to wrap around to your back.

Mac tried to calm himself down in his head, also figuring that maybe you had trauma to one of your ribs. He tried to prop you up against the boat in hopes of making it easier to breathe, but it didn’t work. You ended up passing out and if Mac wasn’t freaking out before he definitely was now.

For the rest of the ride he didn’t know what to do, you still had a pulse and he felt air slightly coming out from your nose, but he had to wait until arriving at Mana One. There was nothing he could do.

The doctors were on you quickly when you arrived and checked you out in the hospital. You had a broken rib and slightly punctured lung, that thankfully came with no surgery needed, and some redding and stinging of the skin, mainly in your face and abdomen from the belly flop you did into the water. All things considered you were lucky in your diagnosis.

You awoke a little over an hour later, confused by your surroundings before the memories came back. You looked around the room and saw Lori asleep on the bed next to you and Mac asleep in a chair on the other side of you. You stared at him in the chair, contemplating on waking him up or not. He looked peaceful, but also uncomfortable.

You decided to wake him up in case he had been waiting a while, wanting him to be able to leave and rest properly, not in an uncomfortable chair. You tried to move closer to him, to tap his arm that was crossed with the other, but stopped when you felt a sharp pain, you halted your movements and went back to your original position.

You ended up calling his name quietly to not disturb Lori who was close by. He woke up by the fourth time you called his name.

“Hi,” you smiled at him. “Hey,” He got up from the chair and took a seat on the bed, he grabbed onto your hand, “How are you feeling?” He asked softly.

“Mm, not good but also not terribly bad. Okay, I guess.”

“Good.” He smiled lightly and you could sense something was wrong.

“Is everyone else okay?”

He shook his head, “No. We lost Dr. Zhang, Heller, and The Wall.” Your heart dropped. You already lost Toshi and now two more of your closest friends? Three people who you considered family were gone.

“Oh god,” Tears welled up in your eyes and Mac squeezed your hand, unsure of what to say. You sniffled as tears fell, “Another Meg,” you thought outloud, “I can’t believe it.” You looked over to him and he cupped your face, swiping your tears away with his thumbs.

You normally would’ve never said this outloud but with Mac it was different, you could tell him anything, “I’m scared.” Mac was unsure on how to comfort you, he didn’t know if you needed words, or a hug, he didn’t want to hurt you. “Can I?’” He gestured next to you.

You slid over and allowed him to lay next to you in the small bed, awkwardly at first due to how small the bed was, but all the awkwardness washed away once you rested your head on his shoulder. “We’ll be okay.” He rested his head on top of yours. “I hope so.”

It was silent for a moment before you broke it, realizing you hadn’t even thanked him for saving you. “Thank you,” He lifted his head off yours and looked down at you confused, “For what?”

“Saving me.” You shrugged like it was obvious, it should have been.

“Don’t mention it,”

“You say that so casually like it’s not a big deal.” You smiled at him.

“Well, I didn’t really save you.”

“You kinda did, my hero.” He chuckled.

Thinking back on the situation that happened earlier, he debated in his head if he should profess his love for you. You could’ve died, and you would’ve never known how he really felt about you.

Fuck it, he’s telling you.

“Listen, (Y/N), when you got hurt I was scared, worried, and terrified by the thought of something happening to you. You dying,” he briefly paused, “made me realize that I have something I would regret not telling you. I… love you and I have for a while now.”

If you weren’t badly injured you would’ve shot forward out of shock, and loudly asked, what? out of happiness.

Instead, you slid your hand into his, “I love you too.”

You were about to kiss when someone interrupted.

“Wow, guys, that was beautiful. I think I might cry.”

Your head snapped over to Lori’s bed. “Lori, have you been listening this whole time?”

—

Words from Micky - Yikessss, not my finest work tbh. First Mac piece and I hope to be able to come up with more ideas to learn how to write him better. Do have one more request of him that I have so hopefully that turns out better than this. Also thinking about making a full length fic of him from the first & second movie. Who knows. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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[rknchan]

HAPPINESS CHARGE PRETTY CURE LOVE POST

i just finished hcpc and i really enjoyed it !!!!!! its not going to be some kind of deep analysis i just gonna be silly about things i like in hcpc

THE CHARACTERS i adore each and every one of them (except for namakeruda i wanna punch him with lovely punching punch)

MEGUMI CHAAAN shes so precious to me !!!! so pure so truly lovely her desire to make everyone happy is so heartwarming megumichan always puts a smile on my face whenever shes on screen ^^

i saw people thinking shes mary sue but i cannot agree :c for me marysue is a character so perfect that theyre unbelievable (!)

and megumi IS believable to me . people like megumi do exist,,,,, and she has more serious flaws than being clumsy and bad at studying;

shes all about helping others but cares about herself little, when shes suffering her pain is hidden behind a smile to the point she can't resist her pain anymore, she worries about being weak and her help is not needed - altruistic people like megumi often experience this feelings too

also she reminds me of my fav person </3 and she motivates me to become a better person myself and believe in love and happiness,,, sorry it sounded cheesy but its true.. thank you megumi ^^

HIME HIME HIME my blorbo !!!!! at the beginning her anxiety and arkwardness, feeling of being not worthy enough to be a precure, escaping from problems felt so relatable :c and it felt so good to see her grow. the moment when she saved iona was so powerful. i wish we saw more of her family when she returned to blue sky

btw i love meguhime as friends and as a pairing theyre so pure so cute they care for each other so much awwww,w,w,,w,w,w, *holds them gently*

YUKOO precious rice bean and the most canonical lesbian of hcpc

i love her rice song its cute and catchy i often chant it ahhahaha

also i like how she always wants to keep peace, to befriend villains and give them love they lacked !!! "why keep fighting if we can eat delicious rice together" SAY THIS LOUDER QUEEN HONEY shes so based for this

i can't say much about iona maybe ??? shes a deep and realistic character and her story with cure tender makes me cry but tbh she put me off in the beginning as it was uncomfortable to watch her being harsh on hime (tho its justified)... but she grew a lot too ,,,,

i expected to dislike seiji but actually he was such a nice character and a loyal friend who actually has chemistry with megumi and role in the plot

QUEEN MIRAGE is my fav villain ever and tbh i can even relate to her

deranged traumatised emowoman ily

the story of her relationship with blue breaks my heart ... the moments when she still wants to be loved by blue but cant resist her anxious thoughts and red's manipulation... HER PURIFICATION SCENE WHEN ALL THE CURES COMFORTED MIRAGE;;;;; HER REUNION WITH BLUE;;;;;;;; sobs

the generals are so fun to watch :) dorks with goofy hats

hosshiwa remains my crush forever..... and oresky and namakeruda are just fuking silly smashing them smashing them

tho their final battle with the cures and their purification was such a deep and impressing scene

i love how brutal and creative was this season with its attacks. lovely punching punch <333 lovely beam <33 princess bullet machine gun <333 let cute girls do some violence

and their innocent form attacks are just beautiful

hcpc is often criticized for its repetitive designs and i sorta agree... but at least they were creative with international cures designs (aloha and bomber girls are my favourite, also im glad to see a cure from my country !!!! cure katyusha <3) and form changes AND FOREVER LOVELY DESIGN JUST SLAYS. SHE LOOKS LIKE A LITERAL ANGEL

also maybe theres a meaning behind the similar designs??? like, all the cures all over the world have similar costumes and it can symbolize they have a lot in common, theyre unite, they are a million-cure team .. while the phantom generals are all different, there's nothing uniting them, there's no team spirit or friendship between them

also the soundtrack is so good and catchy !!!!! i adore the opening and the rice song (and especially honey and hosshiwa's song battle) and the innocent song !!!!

i love the message of hcpc that everyone is worthy to be happy and loved, even if youre in deep despair, disappointed in life, thinking you'll never be loved and thus love is worth nothing - someone is always going to be here for you

but at the same time it points out that love can be a destructive force (red, mirage, dark seiji), that its impossible to be happy all the time, that feeling pain and hate is valid

sorry it turned out so long i hope i could share my love for happiness charge with you ,,,,,

i love you megumi i love you hime i love you yuko i love you iona i love you blue i love you red i love you mirage i love you seiji i love you masukomio i love you phantomu i love you hosshiwa i hate you namakeruda i love you oresky I LOVE YOU HAPPINESS CHARGE

[ponysongbracket]

Worst MLP Song Tournament

Please listen to both songs before voting. Remember you’re voting for the WORSE song.

A True True Friend Propaganda: The entire song is just ''hey X needs your help can you help them A TRUE TRUE FRIEND HELPS A FRIEND IN NEED--'' it's so repetitive and it's boring and I'm gonna be eaten alive for this take aren't I Ngl it’s probably not the worst, but it’s repetitive and not very creative It's not that it's bad rather it feels not fully up to its potential. especially as it's the turning point in the show im sorry but i think this song is so overrated :/ like its cute sure! i could even call it fun! but its soooo repetitive like seriously they couldnt bother to write a unique verse for rainbow dash?? there are way better finale songs and im honestly shocked that it got as far as it did in the mlp song tournament anyway thats my beef

The Magic Inside Propaganda: Sadly the magic inside is the only mlp song I hate, it's too on the nose and super cheesy, and that's coming from someone who fell in love with mlp from the royal wedding episode where love conquers all. The writing was just not good. i’m really sorry to everypony but the magic inside is actually my least favorite popular mlpfim song. it might be the instrumentation, but it feels so campy, and not in an endearing way like the majority of the other songs, just kind of stereotypical. it feels like a song i’ve already heard a thousand times before. The Magic Inside anti- Propaganda: if you watch RaRa's hooves she's clearly not playing the sounds that are coming out of that piano

[themuse-if]

Another 20 (or so) Questions with Jo Nielsen

Interviewer: Welcome to another installment of our character interviews, where we dive deep into the lives and minds of our favorite cast members of The Muse. Today, we have Jo Nielsen with us, the drummer of The Rebel Rejects. Jo, thank you for joining us. Could you start by telling us what made you want to pursue music?

Jo: Hey, thanks for having me. Music has always been my refuge, especially after the tumultuous experiences of my upbringing. The drums, in particular, spoke to me – they're like my voice, expressing all the emotions I couldn't put into words.

Interviewer: How would you describe your music?

Jo: My drumming style is raw and energetic, I really feed off of Ro and De's energy. I tend to really let loose and leave it all on the kit. We have a blend of punk and post-punk, with slight influences from other genres thanks to De's eclectic taste.

Interviewer: How do you want to be seen by others?

Jo: I want to be seen as someone who's genuine and empathetic, who's been through struggles but still finds joy in life's simple pleasures.

Interviewer: How do you want your art to be seen by others?

Jo: I want my drumming to resonate with people, to be a source of comfort and empowerment. I want it to inspire others to find their own voice, just like music did for me.

Interviewer: What is your latest obsession?

Jo: I've been obsessed with hiking! I really love being outdoors, so I've been trying to hit all my favorite trails at home this summer before the move to university.

Interviewer: Describe your best friend(s).

Jo: De and Ro are literally the most amazing people I’ve ever met. When I first transitioned into normal life I wasn’t really sure what types of relationships I would form, but they showed up in my life and made me feel so seen and secure. They show me so many types of beauty in everything and truly keep me grounded when I’m feeling…lost. I know it’s cheesy but I would definitely say we’re soulmates.

Interviewer: Wow it sounds like you found true kindred spirits in De and Ro, that’s lovely. Could you describe your ideal partner?

Jo: Someone who's understanding and patient, who accepts me for who I am and supports my passions. Someone who's willing to go on adventures and explore the world with me. Also they have to get along with my friends, it’s an automatic deal breaker if they don’t.

Interviewer: What was your first kiss like?

Jo: I don’t really like to talk about it…it was a bit traumatic… I will tell you about what I like to think of as my first kiss. It was actually with Ro. *chuckles* I know, I know what you’re thinking, but it was actually really sweet. I had just finished opening up to them about my past and they asked me if I wanted a redo. It was nice…soft and gentle. Ro can actually be really sweet.   

Interviewer: Aw that's so cute! Ad I'm sorry but I have to ask, have you kissed since?

Jo: *starts to blush furiously* I uh…maybe once or twice…I mean did Ro say anything?

Interviewer: *stifles a laugh* Mmm I think I’ll let you ask them yourself. Moving on, have you ever been in love?

Jo: Not yet, but I believe in love and all its complexities. I think when it happens, it'll be a beautiful and transformative experience.

Interviewer: When was your last relationship, and why did it end?

Jo: I haven't been in a serious relationship yet. Honestly I had never even had real friends before Jo and De. I've been so focused on my music and my friends that I hadn’t really thought about dating. 

Interviewer: What’s your ideal Friday night?

Jo: I love just hanging out with the band, whether it’s practice, a gig, or just staying in. It’s alway super fun when we’re together.

Interviewer: What’s the last song you listened to?

Jo: "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division. It's a classic that always hits me right in the feels.

Interviewer: How do you behave in a relationship?

Jo: I think I'd be a supportive partner, someone who's always there for their significant other no matter what. I believe in mutual respect and understanding in a relationship. I like to do little things for the people I love to show them I care.

Interviewer: Do you approach those you’re interested in or let them come to you?

Jo: I think it depends on the situation. I'm not afraid to make the first move if I feel a connection, but I also believe in letting things happen naturally.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Jo: People who are closed-minded or judgmental. I believe in acceptance and understanding, so it frustrates me when others can't see things from different perspectives.

Interviewer: What do you notice first about a person?

Jo: Their energy. I believe in vibes, and I can usually tell right away if someone is genuine and authentic.

Interviewer: What did you dream about last night?

Jo: I think it was more of a nightmare…*gets comically serious* I dreamt I was on stage completely naked, with just me and my drum kit. And I was using bananas instead of drumsticks. AND even worse the audience was throwing bananas at me! *hides face in hands* That’ll teach me to eat a banana before bed.

Interviewer: *doubles over laughing* Alright Jo...not to suddenly get serious but... This is the final question, and I know this is a sensitive subject for you, but I have to ask. What's "the incident" that caused you and you mother to transition back into normal life?

Jo: *sighs so deeply* I... honestly... I still don't think that I'm ready to share that just yet. It's very personal and I only feel comfortable sharing that information with someone who has thoroughly earned my trust.

Interviewer: I understand, I'm sure it takes a lot for you to even open up this much. Thank you for today. It's been wonderful getting to learn more about you.

[darkthingshappen]

🧣☺️ for ben!

A Soft Blankie and Words of Reassurance.  

Ben was home.  He wasn’t in his cage, he wasn’t in Volkov’s bed with it’s horrible chains and restraint systems.  He wasn’t at the hospital.  He was home.  In his own bed.  

When he opened his eyes, if he were here and not trapped in some horrid flashback, he could see the spring light from his mother’s garden dancing its reflection on his ceiling.  He could smell his family.  It sounded odd to think about it like that, but it was true.  His house had a smell.  Not a bed smell, just a homey, comforting smell.  It was candles and cooking and soap and aftershave and and essential oils and blankets and laundry detergent.  A smell unique to their specific combination of habits.  

Ben slowly let his eyes wander from the ceiling.  It was safe to look at the ceiling.  He looked at his walls - band posters and cheesy science posters that he’d put on the wall in high school and never took down.  Lower still… His desk, Zoe’s ring still hopefully tucked away and hidden in one of the lower drawers.  And Jake.  Ben stopped.  Jake was curled up in that stupid papasan chair that Ben, with his long lanky limbs, always felt like he was going to fall out of.  

Ben quirked his head to the side.  While it was rare for him to be left alone, it wasn’t usually Jake that was there.  Jake didn’t live with them.  Jake had been in custody.  There was a lot that was still blurry and unexplained to Ben since he’d come home, but he remembered that.  

A black reflection on Jake’s ankle caught his eye and he had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t a black leather cuff.  He felt a flash of the phantom cuff around his own ankles and wrists and was suddenly on the verge of being back there once again.  

Ben squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on what was real.  The smell of the house again, the feel of the blankets, the garden sunlight reflecting on his ceiling.  As his breathing calmed again, he opened his eyes.  Jake was awake now.  He sat very still and looked at Ben cautiously.  

Ben glanced at Jake’s ankle again.  There was a black band there, but it was an ankle monitor, not a black leather cuff.  

“Hey, Benny.”

Ben still hadn’t fully mastered talking again.  He could talk, but conversation was hard, so he just nodded.  

Jake slowly rose from the precarious papasan chair and crept over to the far edge of Ben’s bed.  

“Sorry if I scared you.  Just, they let me out last night and… and I needed to see you.”

Ben’s eyebrows knit together in a silent question.  Why?  

Jake reached out to touch his hair and then pulled his hand back.  They all knew what happened if they did that.  Ben was grateful he remembered.  

“I… I just needed to know you were okay.  That you were okay and really home.”

Ben didn’t know what to say.  What was he supposed to say?

Jake reached down and snatched something off the floor.  

“Also, I brought this.”  He held out a soft pastel blue knitted blanket.  

The edges were raggedy where there should have been a satin ribbon.  Ben had chewed it off as a toddler.  It was his baby blanket that his mother had knitted for him while she’d been pregnant with him.  Somewhere Jake had a matching green one.  

“It was… it was in storage and I… Well, I thought it might help so I went and dug it out of the garage for you.”  Jake tucked it against Ben and the familiar sight and texture was instantly reassuring.  

“Th-thanks,” Ben managed to croak out.  He felt stupid pulling it against his chest and rubbing the delicate yarn against his face, but it was so familiar and soft and he couldn’t help but love his brother all the more for thinking of it.  Jake looked down at the floor, his face red with shame and guilt.  

“I… I’m so sorry, Benny.  I… I should have come and seen you more in the hospital.  They would have let me, you know.  Agent Vaughn offered.  But I… anyway I’m sorry.  I’m… I’m…”

Ben reached out and touched the back of Jake’s hand.  

Jake moved his fingers and brushed the scars that curled around Ben’s wrists where the leather cuff had been for fourteen long, hellish months.  

“I can’t ever make this right.”

Ben could see that sadness on Jake’s face.  His brother had aged, much like himself, over the last year and change.  Ben saw Jake’s eyes flick to Ben’s neck and he knew he was looking at the similar scars that rested there, made all the worse by countless electrical burns from the shock collar.  And the fucking slave tattoo. Ben's face reddened slightly with his own shame.

“I should go.  I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have come here.  I’m sorry.  I’ll just…”

Ben’s grip on Jake’s wrist tightened and he shook his head at him.  

“S-st-stay?” Ben asked.  

“Why?”  Jake whispered.  

Ben tugged the blanket closer to himself.  There were so many words that he would have to say one day.  Good, bad, angry, loving.  He was too tired for all that.  They would have to be said, shouted, whispered, or cried at a later time.  

“Family.  Y-you’re my b-brother.”  It was all he could really muster.  

Ben saw the tears well up in Jake’s eyes.  His hands flew to his face and he sobbed into them.  

Ben let his own tears flow.  

An hour later, when Ben’s mom poked her head in to check on him, she found both her boys sound asleep on Ben’s bed, his baby blanket tucked over both of them. 

Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad @peachy-panic @deluxewhump @arwenadreamer @whumpcereal @melancholy-in-the-morning @dont-touch-my-soup @whumpsday @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @oddsconvert @melennui @susiequaz12 @morning-star-whump @crystalquartzwhump @whump-and-other-things @mylifeisonthebookshelf @reflected-pain @hold-him-down @quietshae @quietly-by-myself @there-will-always-be-bloodblood @whumping-seven-days-a-week @hiding-in-the-shadows @mj-or-say10 (I hope I’m not forgetting anyone - please let me know if I am and I’ll fix it. I’m still getting used to this) 

[mimikittysblog]

The Princess - Teaser

Full story out now! ♡

Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff, a bit of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but they’re very sexual towards each other)

Synopsis: If ATZ, the biggest and baddest mafia in town, were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldn’t say what you think. It isn’t the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they don’t even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you don’t come home?

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, MxM of course. So because of all of this please ⚠️MNDI⚠️ if I missed anything please let me know! (Will most likely add more when the full story is out).

Tagging: @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @bee-gremlin @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity @puppyminnnie (if you wanna be tagged when this fic releases or if any of you want to be taken off the Taglist please let me know!)

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

“My loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?”

Silence.

Nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.

“Is.. she not home yet?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“Well.. I can’t find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone…”

“What?!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.

Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.

“It’s past her curfew. She knows she’s supposed to be home by now.”

“Forget that! She knows to always answer us. And she’s literally not answering us!” Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.

“She’s just supposed to go shopping again!” Jongho exclaims.

Suddenly they hear the front door open.

Believing its you, they all quickly rush down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.

You?

Nowhere in sight.

At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands in knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.

“S-sirs! We’re sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-“

BANG

Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.

His Princess was taken.

All he needs now is her back.

Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.

He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.

“Where?”

“D-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!”

BANG

Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.

“SIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-“

BANG

Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.

Now they’ve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.

As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingi’s face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as they’ve never seen their bosses so angry.

“Clean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.”

With that they all scrambled and quickly got to work.

Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.

They will find you.

And those that took you will pay.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

At another mansion on the other side of the outskirts of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He’s currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.

Once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having ‘toys’ around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.

After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.

So currently he’s in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys. He’s just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.

Suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.

“Sir, we’ve retrieved what you’ve asked for!”

One of the henchmen announced loudly.

San acted uninterested and nonchalant until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.

..Princess..?

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2024

[aleeyenn]

hi aleeyenn. hi joy! i just wannted to say..how much your art means to me how important YOU are to me. you are just so spectacular and creative. i know u probably get that a lot but its so true! your shipart and comics are so on point. i always read them in the character's voices. theyre so accurate and you can tell you really care a lot about the characters and pay attention to their personalities. theyre just so personal. aa!!! your art seriously gives me so much serotonin. ive been feeling so down lately and today i looked at some of your art and it made me rlly giddy! so happy... you are so important to the osc and it wouldnt be the same without you. your content is so heart warmimg. ur a huge comfort artist to me...infact! my favorite bfdi artist eva! also your shipart has made me like the ship a lot! if that makes sense? i dont know how to word it. but for example: tacopop, liymote, NEEDLEDROP. ermmm ya, i wouldnt ship those if it werent for you. ur art makes me stim!!! hand flap!! i have screamed a few times in calls while looking at ur fireafy stuff. this part is probably gonna sound so CHEESY but..you made me proud to be a fireafy shipper? idk if proud is the right word but just enjoy that ship freely a lot more? i think last year is when i felt insecure about liking fireafy because there were (still are) so many fireafy haters and antis and were just completely WRONG about fireafy. same with coinpin. ohhh well i probably repeated a lot of stuff and no im out of words but thanks for being you! :) hope this reaches you and you're having a gr8! day or night

AAHHHHHH OH MY GOD THANK YOU😭😭😭💧💧💧 if i’m being completely honest i saw and read this lastnigjt and i had to wait a good ljke ???18 hours to process it all because oh my god… thinking that i can make that impact on a person is so crazy to me… making a positive impact with my stuff is my overall main goal with my creations and stuff and AAAAHHH i’m so happy😭💗 i get super giddy and scream over peoples art all the time and i never really thought of people Especiallt people i don’t know/aren’t too familiar with enjoying MY stuff to that extent… it’s one of the best things to hear for sure!!! i’m so happy that i can bring that much happiness to you EVEN WHEN YOURE SAD AAGH THATS LITERALLY SO COOL i cant express how happy i am… and YAAAYYY THE SHIPS YOU LISTED ARE SOME OF MY NON-POPULAR(ish) FAVORITE SHIPS IM GLAD I CAN OPEN YOUR EYES TO THEM thehre literally so good … j have to draw them again some time i miss drawing them so much… AND OH MYGODDDD YASSSZZZZ FIREAFY LOVE! i have always been a proud fireafy shipper because there is Nothing wrong with it at all… i mean it!!! they are the happiest couple of all! i will love them literally foreverrrrr no matter what anyone says about them because they’re all WRONG. i have literally seen the worst takes on them ever and i have to put my phone down and take a deep breath after seeing some of them… i do not correct them publicly but i literally turn into ☝️🤓 when someone is incorrect about them because Omfg people are so wrong and mean about them… BUT WHATEVER! I LOVE FIREAFY SO MUCH! AND IM HAPPY THAT I WAS ABLE TO HELP YOU BE MORE COMFORTABLR WITH LIKING IT TOO!!! YAAAAAAYYAYYYY omg SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I ALWAYS GO ON RAMBLES WITHOUT KNOWING IMMSORRU BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR KINDEST WORDS AND REACHING OUT TO ME!!! it’s always nice to hear what you have done for someone and how much you are cared for… i really really needed to hear it today🌷💗💓 THANK YOU AGAIN FOR REACHING OUT!!!

[sexysilverstrider]

reading the japanese and english takukamu S supports im just getting really emotional over the japanese version

when i reread the official english version, i realize they kinda water down how takumi really felt. that explains why i got REALLY emotional reading the japanese version. some of the changes were:

english: there is something else I wanted to talk about… japanese: will you listen to my request?

while this doesnt seem much, the eng version makes takumi sound calmer while jpn version makes him sound nervous. it was a bit odd when takumi says request but then

english: So…does this change anything? About your feelings toward us, I mean. japanese: Hey. Earlier... you said you would listen to my request. So, will you... forgive me for this?

apparently after confessing his feelings n telling the truth, jpn takumi clearly felt disgusted and horrified that he has romantic feelings for someone he was supposed to call sister. eng takumi once again makes him feel calmer and chill as if he had enough time to think and ponder--almost as if the big truth wasnt all that much--while jpn takumi is implied to have rued and suffered through his feelings, fearing that kamui will hate or be disgusted with him. after alls said and done, all takumi ever wanted was for kamui to accept him even if she doesnt love him

english: Avatar: When you said that you liked me, my heart started racing. But I didn't want it to show because I didn't know about Father. Everything is so confusing. Takumi: That's right. But in a confusing world, we must cling to the few fragments of truth we share. And the truth is that I love you, Avatar, and you love me. Let's build a future on that. Avatar: Y-yes. I think you're right. Let's give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen? japanese: Kamui: When you said that you liked me earlier, I was really happy. Because we're siblings, I've avoided saying such a thing... Takumi: Kamui-neesan... Kamui: ... But you came straight out and said you liked me. You showed me that it was okay to love you. Thank you, Takumi. I also want to stay by your side... Takumi: Nee-san...!! For you to have the same feelings as me, I've never been this happy in my life. So... I'll give you this ring. ... I'll protect you with my whole life. Kamui: ... I'm so happy, Takumi! From now on, please take care of me! Takumi: Okay...!

once again this ending!!!! while i do like the eng version the fact that it feels......less emotional than the japanese one. yes takumi is more assured of his feelings now that its reciprocated. i hate that the english version doesnt wanna highlight the 'i cant romantically love you coz i thought we were siblings' like cowards. apply the brocon/siscon themes in this game as its supposed to be. but yeah i still do appreciate takumi being more confident and kamui still being hesitant but they both embraced their feelings nicely

but the japanese one

oooohhh OOOHHH kamui straight up saying she loves takumi too but didnt act out coz she thought they were related. takumi preparing A RING eventho he was 70% sure she wont love him the same way. takumi saying he will protect her with his own life which brings the whole conquest story 10x more painful.

english: If you were aiming for my heart, you've struck true. This was meant to be…

cheesy cute S support dialogue. 10/10. adorable. the last sentence is my otp tag for them after all

japanese: Thank you, sister. I'm so very happy. No matter what people think...these feelings won't change. I love you.

HEARTBREAKING HONEST S SUPPORT. 12/10 MAKING ME CRY. LOVE THAT HE PROMISES NO MATTER WHAT HE WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER. GOOD GOD

and my personal favourite difference of them all?

english: I'm sorry. I struggled with whether or not to tell you any of this. After all, now that you know, we can never go back to being siblings. But I couldn't simply pretend to be your brother for the rest of my life. Especially not with the way I felt about you. It is shameful, I know.

again takumi is being calm and somewhat professional. he knows its weird and tbfh i hate that the localization want to highlight how weird it is. we get it i know. but they make takumi level-headed which when i think back is kind of off for him but i appreciate the maturity of his behaviour here

japanese: I'm sorry... Nee-san. I was really at a loss as to whether I should tell you this or not. Now that I have, we can't go back to being siblings. But I... couldn't have beared living my whole life acting as your brother. I would have rather died...

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OHHH MY GOOOOD FUCK FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAAA!!!! i can hear his pain. his sorrow. his guilt. there is no voice acting in the supports but i can HEAR takumis emotions. the very fact that he loves her so so much and he cant bear pretending to be her brother anymore. the very fact that seeing kamui with another man might n will kill him. the very fact that he would rather die than pretending to be someone hes not. this is what im eating. this is what ive been robbed. this very line made me cry THE SECOND I READ IT im about to cry now!!! that very last line is just a big Fuck You to his fate in conquest GOD AAAAAAAAAA

[the-smallest-star]

"....."

"Didn't realise there was a pool on the roof... thats kinda cool."

"...."

"I mean my roof just has a clothes line in case the dryer breaks, maybe I should get an inflatable one up there?"

"Mmm... maybe."

"... So... uh... I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"...."

"Do you really think that? That people only noticed you when you made the deal?"

"... sometimes. People think the deal only started when I admitted to being G-Force, but it was before that. Back when everyone hated me, would make threats at me for being a piece of shit."

"When you streamed games?"

"Yeah."

"Were... you really gonna... if Vox didn't... y'know."

"Mhm."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"You had your own life, your own family with Bones and Roz. I wasn't gonna mess that up for you. And why I didn't tell you a lot of shit."

"Is that why you avoided me back then?"

"Yeap... and cos I was mad... and jealous."

"I remember you saying. I know you were desperate but I didn't know it was... that you'd of...."

"Didn't want you to, if you had you'd of stopped me."

"How'd you know Vox would see you?"

"Valentino."

"Huh?"

"We bumped into each other, he said he'd heard of my streams and said Vox was interested. Handed me Vox's card, and then I went to see him."

"Don't know why, don't think I want to know the why. Figured didn't have much to loose, everyone else already hated my guts. May as well be worth something to someone than waste a fuck load of drugs and let them finish me off."

"Gritt...."

"I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I knew I was being a prick. Learned from it."

"Do you still feel that way?"

"Not really. Feel rotten about other stuff about me but... yeah. I'm good. Least people want to be around me these days, even if its cos I'm fucking gold."

"Oh....."

"....."

"Well, I'll have to try not to vomit when I say thank you to Vox and Valentino."

"Thank you?"

"As much as I don't like the fact you're under contract, it did stop you. And if it hadn't... we would of never had the chance to rebuild our relationship."

"Lucifer you sound so cheesy."

"Yeaaaaaah, but its true. In a weird fucked up way."

".... guess so."

"Promise me if it gets that bad you'll talk to me?"

"I don't-"

"Its either that or I put a baby monitor in your penthouse."

"Okay okay... I promise."

"Is that a Gritt Guarantee?"

"Its a Gritt guarantee you dork."

"Good! And I Patch Promise to whip you up your faaaavourite spicy chicken wraps when we go back downstairs."

"You're so fucking lame."

"Yeap! And you're fucking short."

"You'd be shorter if I stole your legs."

"GASP you wouldn't dare!"

"Maybe I'll take an inch off of them."

"Nooooo, you jealous bastard!"

[marvellouspinecone]

Sorry, not done:

Because I have decided that I want Mels to regenerate after all. That would mean that the Ponds will already be struggling with the fact that their daughter is their best friend and then also that she killed the Doctor before she talks to them. And us too, so that'll make the reveal better and more like in the series, I think. (but more impactful bc we know Mels and we've had fantheories about her being River that turned out to be true and we will be so happy about that :))

But it will also mean that the Doctor in his half-delirious dying state will start calling her 'River'. And she will totally call him out for it because she may have killed him but he is not calling her his other lover's name while trying in vain to kiss her so there's that. But then he touches her cheek and goes. "It's you. This face - that's River Song."

And I think that will always be an exciting idea for Melody but she obviously focuses on the important bit: "but Amy said River was your wife. We're not married." And he laughs in that quiet, dying way of his and goes "Spoilers." And she will tell him about dreaming to marry him before they had even met so he asks her to marry him. Her parents are right here after all. Hey, you know what? He'd even go and put on a suit for her, just let him pick himself up, hang on a sec. (also get rid of the blood because in my mind in this version there's a lot of blood). And she tells him "Don't you dare." Because if they're married in the future and she has not married him yet, then he simply can't die so she won't do it. And he probably makes a comment about how Pond stubbornness should be able to stop the world in its tracks. And they laugh and cry together and we'll all die from angst and cheesiness like we should <3

But when her parents talk to him one last time, it's that thought that gives her hope that this isn't the end. She hasn't married him yet and he will NOT miss their wedding

Honestly though. Moffat owes me boyfriend/girlfriend - 11/Mels. I mean, what he has with River is unparalleled to me, but add some softer, sweeter and then all of a sudden very devastating 11/Mels to that? It would be such a nice extra layer. And they would be so much fun together!

Like, obviously, we would need to have some kind of conversation about the dating River and Mels at the same time and them both being a little jealous of each other situation. But like, River would obviously find it hilarious and tease him about Mels. And I think Mels would be about as jealous of River as she would be of the fact that everybody seems to know and love that enigmatic person and she has always missed her so far?! Because if the Doctor has a girlfriend/crush/wife/whatever, Mels should get a chance at dating her, too. That's just a fact.

(Someone will probably tell River that Mels wants to meet her to see if they could possibly date and she'll go 'oh, yeah, obviously, she sounds like a blast. Someone should introduce us asap')

Okay, now I'm done.

Screaming crying, all the feels🤧😭

Mels being jealous of herself and then going "yeah she sounds fun we should meet" about HERSELF is peak Doctor Who timey-wimey shenanigans, and arguably is up there with the "you named your daughter after your daughter" masterpiece.

I don't think there would be much trouble with the Doctor dating them at the same time, simply because it never felt like dating to me when i was watching the show. The Doctor obviously doesn't trust River until he learns that she is Mels and it's more about cautious flirting while keeping her at arm's length, which is... ok hurts, but it doesn't prevent the writers from all the jokes about him getting it on with historical figures and such. He actually might keep the same distance with Mels, bc the curse of the Time Lords and all that classic Doctor/companion stuff that we love. It doesn't mean we can't get couple-y moments (Ten and Rose were always awfully touchy-feely and romantic without actually going canon until the very last moment) but it would add another layer to their relationship