#It's too sad! He needs hugs that's what he needs

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Ahem I have a request if it's no problem-

So hear me out a shadow the hedgehog x reader where the reader was a scrapped project in the line for project shadow. Proving not to be strong and was sealed away for not being of use to the quest for the ultimate lifeform. Then g.u.n found you and trained you to be a fighter years later. After time you and shadow met and became close and fell in love. For years you kept the secret you were an experiment from the ark much less, until shadow stumbles across the project file and confronts you about it part angry and ort sad you didn't tell him. Perhaps the reader runs off upset and feeling terrible after, and shadow in time finds them and you both talk it out under the stars-

Sorry this idea sounded good in my head lol.

“A Reasonable Secret”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Project Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You never wanted Shadow to know your past. That you were nothing more than a scrapped prototype. But life is not always fair.

Notes: Ough I love fics like these…I’m gonna make Reader not have Black Arms blood though, because it’d probably complicate things. Hope you enjoy regardless!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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You always knew you weren’t normal.

It wasn’t exactly common knowledge that you were a failed prototype of Project Shadow.

You couldn’t even fight back then.

Not until G.U.N. found you three years ago.

They unfroze you and took you in, treating you better than the scientists on the A.R.K. ever did.

Which is how you met your partner, Shadow the Hedgehog.

You meant to tell him that you, too, were a project, just like him, but…

He found out before you could tell him.

While you were doing paperwork, someone slams something down on your desk, causing you to jolt.

You look up to who did it, only to see Shadow glaring at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he spats.

Confused, you look at what he slammed on the desk, and your pupils immediately dilate to a small size.

It’s your project documents.

“I-” you start. “Shadow, I meant to tell you, I promise, I just-”

“Save it,” he says. “I…I need some time to process. Don’t go looking for me.”

Shadow teleports away and tears start to fall from your face.

Stupid.

Stupid.

STUPID.

That should’ve been the first thing you told him when you got together.

“(He probably hates me now,)” you think to yourself.

You finish up the paperwork and excuse yourself for the rest of the day, locking yourself in your room.

You feel horrible.

…

Maybe those scientists were right about you.

You never deserved to see the world.

You were useless. Worthless.

You deserved to-

…

A knock on your door cuts you out of your thoughts.

As soon as you open the door, you’re engulfed in a tight hug from your partner.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t of snapped at you like that. You didn’t deserve it.”

You return the hug, snuggling your head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay,” you mutter. “I should have told you sooner.”

Shadow removes himself from the hug and gives you a kiss on the nose.

“What I did still wasn’t right,” he says. “Is there a way I can make it up to you?”

“Just you being here is enough for me, Shadow,” you tell him. "But it would be nice to see the stars with you."

Shadow takes out his Chaos Emerald from his quills and mutters "Chaos Control," the two of you being brought outside.

You lay down on the ground first, Shadow following suit, with you holding his hand as the two of you look at the stars.

You couldn’t be happier with him.

[sold2vlaykz]

BIGGEST BOYS

Slashers X Depressed reader

Featuring- Thomas, Michael, Jason, Jacob goodnight,

Michael Myers:

Though Michael doesn’t feel emotion he understands the simple things, fear, anger, sadness.

Emotions he’s caused people by his terror.

He doesn’t exactly know how to help you, though he becomes more protective.

Someone yelled at you at work? Well he’ll kill them.

Don’t feel like going to school? He doesn’t get why you have to anyway.

Need some comfort? he’ll leave his hand out for you to grab it, or stand close enough for you to cry on his chest.

-

Bed rotting

He doesn’t mind you bed rotting, he doesn’t even know you’re bed rotting.

He’ll either lay beside you or watch over you to assure your sleep goes uninterrupted.

He’ll purposely run into you if you have to use the bathroom, a little ‘are you okay?’ In his nonverbal language.

No school? No work? He supposes that’s okay. But that’s coming from a guy who only went to school for two years before living in an asylum.

-

Bad hygiene

He’ll notice you stop taking showers, though he doesn’t really take any either so he doesn’t care.

Neither does he brush his teeth, the most he does is just become closer with you. Always nearby, or just behind you in general.

You stinky? That’s okay he’s stinky too.

-

Emotional numbness

What do you mean you don’t wanna hold his hand?

Why did you lock the door?

He’ll either break in, or actually knock. Tilting his head wondering why you’ve been avoiding him.

He’ll ignore his own “emotions.” And try to push himself to get emotionally closer and understand it.

He knows that it’s normal for him to not feel, but no way it’s normal for you.

-

Manic happiness

He could’ve sworn you were sad yesterday, crying with your lips all swollen.

Well enjoy it while both of you can, holding his hand, hugging him.

Just embracing it while you felt happy, even if it was only for a little bit.

-

SH

boiling showers

He’ll notice from the steam, though doesn’t do much about it but acknowledge it.

If he notices the burns and you continue doing it he’ll break the boiler so now you won’t have warm water in general.

SH

When he notices he watches over you more, always coming out the shadows when you reach for them.

Constantly around you so you don’t have the time or ability to.

Starving

What’s the buzzing coming from downstairs? How’d the fridge end up open? Minus well eat right?

He’ll stare at you if you cook for him and don’t eat, he won’t touch his plate until you initiate.

-

Binge eating

This he doesn’t notice, he’s a big boy. So maybe you’re just hungry?

You do it every time you’re sad? Maybe you just like food, maybe food makes you happy.

-

Insecurities

He wouldn’t date an ugly person, if you were ugly he just would’ve killed you. He’s a serial killer with no ounce of emotion and he chose you.

There’s no way you’re fucking ugly and he’ll make that clear.

You feel jealous? He’ll just kill whoever’s making you feel insecure? You think she’s prettier than you? Well you wrong, and now she’s dead.

Jason Voorhees:

Bed rotting

He understands wanting to sleep so if you have time he’ll let you rest, occasionally checking on you or sleeping through with you.

He’s a big guy and has his ritual hibernation so he doesn’t mind but if he can tell that it’s getting bad he’ll likely pick you up or try to move you.

-

Bad hygiene

He’s a smelly boy, he’ll shower if you tell him to. Though he doesn’t mind you not taking showers or brushing your teeth.

-

Emotional numbness

He’ll squeeze your hand, or tap you. Wondering what’s wrong and why you’ve been so distant.

He’ll stick around you all the time, not a moment where you’re not together unless there’s an intruder.

Try his best to make you laugh or smile, sometimes even getting himself hurt so you could scold him and bandage him up.

-

Manic happiness

He’ll try to embrace it, flowers, or setting up bear traps with you.

He’ll watch you play around but keeping a close eye just incase you get hurt.

Watching like a hawk so nothing spoils your mood.

SH

Boiling showers

He’ll literally see the steam, feel the shower water/your skin red and turn the hot water down.

You want to turn it back up? He said no, so it’s no.

Every time he sees steam he’ll go inside and either turn it down or tap you.

SH

Will literally end up cutting himself by snatching the blade from you.

Ignores his injury while safely disposing of the blade,

He’ll find something clean to wrap it, sit with you awkwardly until you either cuddle him and cry or speak about it.

Will hug you asleep, or help you aid the burning on your way to bed.

He keeps a close eye on you and sharps. Though he still either lets you handle them carefully, or does the task involving them for you.

-

Starving

You don’t want to eat? That’s fine he’ll wait with you. Until he sees you don’t want to eat at all, he’ll try his best to grab something edible and at least put it to your mouth.

He’ll stand there with the food forever until you finally take it after all his whining.

-

Binge eating

He doesn’t really know it’s a depression thing he thought you just liked eating, so he kept getting your more and more food.

You like food? Well he’ll fill you up!

He doesn’t mean any harm!

-

Insecurities

He’ll kiss you, rub you, shake his head anytime you try to downplay how stunning you are. Cuddle you, trying his best to push the thoughts away because he can’t verbally express anything.

Hearing you downplay yourself stresses him because he can’t speak. Only being able to show his support through physical touch and little hand motions.

Thomas Hewitt

Bed rotting

He’ll try his best to get you up, though if it doesn’t work he’ll try to keep it quiet and comfortable so that you’ll stay calm and sleep.

He’ll wake you up for food, or carry you if needed.

Too tired to move? He runs errands for nearly everybody so it’s not much to do it for you too.

-

Bad hygiene

His mother forces him to shower, sometimes he doesn’t though. Though seeing you not shower completely he didn’t mind. Nor did he mind you not brushing your teeth he just thought you didn’t like it.

-

Emotional numbness

He’ll immediately be worried, shaking you awake or whining to get your attention.

If he sees you don’t want to be bothered he’ll try to get his mother to speak to you if all fails he’ll try to his best to just stick beside and comfort you.

-

Manic episode

He’ll be happy to see that you’re happy, trying to spend as much time with you as possible.

He’ll try to figure out what made you happy, he’ll he sad if you can’t.

He’ll keep you around mama, trying to savor the mood.

-

SH

Boiling showers

He’ll go inside, feel the water and turn it off. He will not allow you to turn it back on.

If you beg, just a little and that’s finale.

SH

He’s on top of everything, razors are disposed. He’s always looking close at you when your handling sharps.

He doesn’t check your wrists or body because he sees you undressed quite often, and if you began to hide your body from him he quickly knows.

-

Starving

He’ll bring you food and won’t leave until you eat it, if that doesn’t work he’ll try to have his momma’ convince you because he know you can’t say no to her.

He’ll always bring you food up even if he’s not allowed to.

He won’t budge an inch until he watches you swallow the food.

-

Binge eating

He’ll keep feeding you, he doesn’t know it’s a bad thing and he loves how chubby you get.

If you’re doing it while you’re sad he’ll try to bring you more food to help you push the emotions away.

-

Insecurities

You’re beautiful, he’ll show you, his mother shows you, he loves holding your body in the nude. Holding your back pressing your bare stomach to his face.

Jacob Goodnight

Bed rotting

He’ll sit in the bed with you, eventually if he needs to move and you don’t he’ll just carry you everywhere. He’s a big boy so he could carry you for weeks straight and never get tired.

If he sees you sad in bed he’ll just try to comfort you, tuck you in or whine to get you out.

Praying that God will make you happy again.

-

Bad hygiene

He’s a stinky guy, he only showered when his mother wanted him to and when you want him to.

He doesn’t really care about the smell and is willing to still stay stuck to your hip until you get back on track and even if you never do.

-

Emotional numbness

He’ll whine and cry, he hates when you’re emotionally distant.

He’ll never stop bothering you, he loves it when he has your attention and can’t stand to lose it.

He’ll try to make you feel better, making you laugh or trying to talk to you. He’ll eventually get agitated and try to control himself but he can’t handle not talking to you.

-

Manic episodes

He’ll think you’re happy but question it, maybe God answered his prayers? He believes that fully and will thank him and rejoice.

He’ll spend all day doing whatever you want him to do.

You say jump? He’ll jump. Whatever that’ll stretch the duration of the smile on your face.

-

SH

Boiling showers

If he notices the steam he’ll check the water just like his mother did to him. If it’s to hot he’ll turn it down a tad, if you turn it back up he’ll scold you and turn it back down.

If you beg the answer will still be no.

-

SH

Immediate no, he’ll take the blade from you immediately and throw it out.

He’ll cry for you, pray for your illness. Question you about it and if you don’t to he’ll try to at least get a little out of you.

He won’t let you handle sharp items, and if you do he’ll stay next to you. Just doing it for you if you almost hurt yourself.

-

Starving

You have to eat the food he prayed over, he prayed a prayer specifically for you.

And even if you don’t, he’ll force you to eat. He doesn’t really stop until you do so. His mother did the same to him so he kind of thinks it’s best to force it.

-

Binge eating

Oh you’re eating? Well keep eating! He doesn’t know it’s a bad thing but he’ll keep feeding you. Especially if you randomly go on eating strikes.

He loves how curvy you get even if you don’t. He loves your body no matter how it transforms.

-

Insecurities

This is the body God gave you and it’s perfect, he’ll show you that it’s perfect too. Touching you, feeling your little curves.

Kissing your face, being overprotective over you because of how beautiful you are.

[mintsturniolo]

i’m right here

| a/n: it's 2am, so it's unedited, lol. also i'm working on a new au right now, so if anyone wants to know more and work on it with me let me know

Matt was starting to worry about you. It had been days since you’d left your room, let alone your apartment. Matt made his way in, setting his backpack down on the nearby table. “I’m back. Sorry, it took so long. I think you’ll like what I got, though,” he announced as he entered your bedroom.

Matt paused when he found you in the exact spot you’d been the past couple of days. You turned your head too look at him, and a sad look crossed his face as he sat on the edge of your bed. “Hi,” you murmured.

“Oh baby. You still not feeling better?” he sighed, noticing the tear stains on your face.

You shook your head as Matt gently brushed your hair out of your face. “You ready to talk about it yet?” he asked.

“There’s nothing to say,” you muttered. “I don’t even know why I feel this way.”

Matt was quiet for a moment, before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Well I have a few surprises for you. I’m going to set them up real quick.”

You nodded as Matt kissed your cheek. “I’ll be right back,” he told you.

Your curiosity was piqued as you heard Matt moving around in the living room. You heard him humming along to his favorite songs as he worked on whatever it was. He must’ve had earphones in since you couldn’t actually hear any music.

It wasn’t long before Matt came back into your room, a broad smile on his face as he made his was to the bed. “You’re going to love this,” he said excitedly. “I promise. But you do have to get out of bed to see it.”

You raised an eyebrow as he took your hand, eager to get you out of the bed. Not wanting to disappoint him, you let him lead you into the living room. Your eyes widened when you saw the setup he’d made for you. “Oh my God. I love it Matt,” you gasped.

Matt had set up several pillows in blankets to create a spot just big enough for the two of you to relax. The coffee table had been moved closer and had an arrangement of snacks for you to choose from, and the TV was already set up for your favorite show. You giggled as Matt picked you up and carried you to the couch, and laid you down. You couldn’t help but smile as he joined you under the blankets and handed you a small gift bag. “What’s this?” you asked curiously, taking it from your boyfriend.

Matt grinned as you started to open the present in front of you. “Now you can’t actually keep this. I just thought it would cheer you up. You can have it til you feel better,” he explained.

You pulled the gift out and couldn’t help but smile. “Mr. Wrinkleton?”

Matt nodded as you hugged the stuffed animal against your chest. “He missed you,” Matt laughed, as he watched you burrow further under the blanket with the toy.

You didn’t know what to say as you looked up at Matt. You didn’t even have to speak. Matt knew what you were thinking. You felt yourself blush as he left several gentle kisses on your lips. “I love you. I’ll always be right here whenever you need me, okay.”

You hummed contently as you rested against him. It was the first time you felt okay in days, and you wanted to savor every moment.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Evan: People won't like this, Michael's brothers will be upset........ But that's not your fault.

Lucifer: We just want to go home, let you guys clean up and recuperate from what happened.

They shook hands and Lucifer led Charlie and Maggie away, he opened a portal so they could all go to Hell. He did tell them to keep Adams existence a secret especially from Heaven since they thought he was dead.

The girls understood, it was for everyone's safety.

Adam: Luci?

Lucifer smiled and ran to Adam who hugged him so tight.

Lucifer: I'm okay love.

Adam cried, that was all he wanted was for Lucifer to be safe. They had a small celebration for everyone's safety.

Adam: Those things that Michael said....... He tried so hard to make sure you never existed. Having Hela....... I see what he did as it was a sin. He tried to destroy your soul before it was fully formed. God couldn't fix what he did but he could save what was left. So instead of being an archangel, he made you human.

Lucifer: As sad as that is ...... I'm glad he did it in a way.

Adam: Why?

Lucifer: I probably never would have met and fell in love with you. His act of evil gave me my soulmate.

Adam smiled: Yeah he fucked up in the end. I'm so glad I have you Luci.

Lucifer kissed him: Me too dove. Did you want me to make you a new and even gayer bracelet?

That made them both laugh but Adam agreed. It was for the best.

So Lucifer made him a bracelet that was forged from the best materials in Hell, enough to be able to withstand his power. He carefully craved all the little details needed to hold back the power he gained from Hela and some of his own. Adam didn't need to be overwhelmed.

Adam: You have no idea how good it feels to be back to normal like this.

Lucifer: It's good to have you back.

Adam: Soooo, sex?

Lucifer smiled: I thought you'd ask.

They made love to each other and it was probably one of the more emotional times they did. They were safe and sound with each other in their loving embrace.

And the best part? Heaven never bothered them again.

The End 💕

I miss our God!Adam Au

Sequel 👀

In Canada Eh! Lmao

CANADA FOREVER

Yes plsss! I miss our stupid, power-hungry boy 😫😫

[liquorflower]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 — 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

cw: just pure angst, canon divergence, post-jjk, mentions of death, gojo and you have children, plot-twist.

a/n: this is just a little writing exercise.

the table was just set at this moment. in this icy morning, water, breakfast and honey, decorate the table and coffee brewed fills the house with its well-known smell. your children enjoy playing outside with yuji, megumi and nobara. in this cold morning, you thank having bought those cozy jackets in the mid-summer. now you don’t have to worry about visiting full department stores in this time of year.

poor nobara. by the way little ike is inspecting her eye, grabbing with her tiny hands the jovial cheeks of the girl, she right now might be asking her how she got to lost her eye, how it felt like, how it is to just look with one eyeball, and other sorts of questions, that for you, are merely childish imprudences — perhaps a behavior inherited from your husband, who was about to arrive.

takeshi, by the way he seems to grab both megumi and yuji marks, may have the same curiosity as his sister.

water, for when they have finished eating the western breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon, to refresh your mouths after the meal and children can drink milk and the adults enjoy the hot coffee.

honey, to spread it in the recently baked biscuits nanami will bring from his trusted bakery shop.

now you just wait for satoru. the kids will be happy to see their dad again and then, in the afternoon enjoy the sweets you are sure he will bring for them. though you don’t have a sweet tooth, you recognize how vile it would be to deny them a sweet treat from time to time.

“hey, there.” a cocky voice can be heard from afar.

“satoru?” you turn and that albino hair, those blue pupils, and...

why he’s not wearing any jacket, with the awful cold is making outside?

after the divorce, when nanami didn’t serve as a therapist for both of you, you managed to keep your worry for him as a formality when you were in front of the children. “have you checked your teeth?” “it’s cold outside, i think you should wear a jacket.”

“i’m glad to see you too.” he gets near and, grabs your knuckles with such delicacy, inviting you to get up from your chair.

“i can tell the same.” you look away, not wanting him to wonder what goes through your mind, not wanting your eyes to betray you. you both had to admit that there was still a spark. it’s just that satoru’s busy lifestyle didn’t allow you to consummate your love, enjoy the children. just curse there and there.

it was unbearable.

“you’ve been missing me?” he teases as always. nanami would always say things like: “i think there are things you need to solve by yourselves.” “i’m not any kind of messenger that you can use as you please.” the blonde man, in some way or another, implied how much he made you suffer, even though you asked him not to tell him that you waited for him every day, just to see if he would change his mind.

then, he notices it’s just not the way he wanted to let you know he also missed you, but also despite how you tried to hide it, you, trying not to cry and hold tears back, is present.

“i think i sounded cruel, didn’t i?” he murmured.

you gasped, as now an enormous and overwhelming sadness consumes you and can’t understand why. he’s here with you and all you want to do is to tell him how much you’ve been longing for him to come and stay with you. that doesn’t matter how much you’ll be waiting for him, the three of you will be blissfully anticipating his arrival.

“hey, it’s okay, i’m here.” he hugs you and instead of feeling any sort of comfort, it’s like a mass of ice is hugging you and that sheds more tears, accompanied by uncontrollable sobbing. “you know? could you please tell the children that they’ll live forever in my heart?” he mumbles in your ear.

“i don’t want you to leave, satoru.” you protest. your whimpers and sob crack your voice.

“hey, hey.” his frozen thumbs try to clean your tears. “i’ll be here, with you. looking after ike and takeshi, you were the most precious thing that could ever happen to me. you have no idea how much i would have liked to enjoy you more. i wish i could go back in time.”

“don’t bullshit me. you still can do it. we can...”

your hands intertwine. “tell them i would’ve loved to take them to eat all the candies in the world.”

you look at his hands. the hands of the strongest man. a vague: “yes” comes from your mouth.

and then, nanami enters with the bread and the trio of young students enters with your children. who quickly noticed your face full of tears and tried to distract the children for them.

nanami, of course knows what happened.

yeah, you have forgotten. now nanami just can’t go and tell him about how your feelings. even if you were at verge of tears, you tried to hide it from nanami, who of course, tired of other things that were happening in his life, tried not to be attached or pay attention to them.

now you just wished you could have been brave enough to speak directly to satoru and no after disgrace just happened.

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!

Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!

Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3

Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭

Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭

Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms

Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭

North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3

Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)

Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up

Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3

Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went

Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you

Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!

[tales-of-wocdes]

Very depressing question Author especially to pet lovers🥲

How would Havard and Lexia react if MC asked for their help to wake up their dog because it has been sleeping for too long, but when they checked they realized that it was actually dead because of old age? I wonder how would they break the news to MC since they are very attached to their pet (like it was the first being MC become close to in this question), and their understanding of *death* is still not fully developed.

I assume this older post is the context. Though that was a puppy, we will here assume MC is a child so we can assume this is a different head canon.

The dog's name for this snippet is "Storm.", because calling the dog, "dog" does not seem sufficient for such a snippet.

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Havard and Lexia followed after MC, who said Strom had been asleep for long. As they arrived into MC's room, Havard knelt next to the sleeping dog.

He laid a hand on Strom... and knew what had happened. The body was still warm, but life had left it. A peaceful way to go, while asleep.

He glanced at Lexia, trying to communicate silently what has happened. The Protector walked over to lay a hand on the dog too. A nod with sad eyes was all she did, before both turned to an anxious MC.

"I am sorry, MC. " He said gently. "Storm has returned to the Eternal Flow."

MC looked confused. "When will Storm be back?" The child asked, not understanding the meaning.

Havard glanced at Lexia who nodded.

"MC, returning to the Eternal Flow means that Storm has passed away."

"Away?" MC dashed to the dog and shook the still form. "I don't get it, why won't Storm wake up?"

"It means, that Storm is gone MC." Havard tried gently. "That Storm no longer feels pain or needs to breathe. Like an enchanted eternal sleep."

"But... but... I don't want him to sleep. I want him to wake up." MC said, and Havard knew he had to explain it better.

"I am sorry, MC but Storm won't wake up." Havard says gently as Lexia moves to hold MC's hand gently in hers. "Death is a part of life, MC. Everyone dies in the end." Well, there were lots of immortals but that would be too complicated right now. And they could die too. "It is a natural part of life. Storm's life has ended, and you can be sad about it. You can grieve." He said gently, kneeling in front of MC. "Do you understand?" He asked softly.

MC looked at Storm for a long time. "Can't Grandpa fix it?" MC asked eventually. "Fix Storm? Or the bath?"

Havard wished he knew for certain... He had no idea what Lord Sheo was capable of, but he was aware that the Ancients did not bring people back. It was not like people had not asked them.

"No, MC. I don't think even Lord Sheo can reverse death. Nor can the healing baths." He said gently.

MC's grip on Lexia's hand tightened, as much as it could with the child's bad hands.

"Storm's happy... in the Flow thing?" MC asked eventually.

It was not quite so simple... Havard did not have all the answers. He did not want to lie... but perhaps something reassuring.

"I believe so. I don't know for sure, but I believe so." He whispered.

MC stared at him for a long time after that, perhaps searching for lies...

Havard hugged MC. The child did not understand. They would eventually. There could be tears in the future, once it sank in. For now, his explanation would have to be enough.

It was a slow day after that. Both Lexia and Havard stayed with MC, speaking about Storm after finding a nice spot in the garden to lay the canine to rest.

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It is Havard heavy, but I feel this would be mostly him. Lexia would go for it, only if Havard was not available and it is quite long.

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I like this headcanon a lot :) but also ended up with Thoughts that delved into Sad territory, so I have a fic.

"Do you guys have first words? Or, just, first thing you ever said? Do you remember those?" Sam asks, draped over the back of a chair and glancing at the trio of unlikely friends he's brought home for the night. It's two in the morning and he's three beers in, a bad combination for driving, and the Grid's not going to burn down when it's shut down anyway. "I mean, I was a weird kid and apparently my first word was elbow of all things, but... what about you guys?"

"Greetings, Programs." Quorra grins, smug about Marvin choosing her lap for his bed. "Ophelia was so proud of me for that."

"Hello World." Tron rasps out, voice rough with healing but getting better every time Sam sees him. "Same as most Programs." He frowns then, looking concernedly over at Beck - tucked in small, trying to let the conversation wash over him.

Something's wrong. That's the only thing Sam can think of. "Beck? You okay, man?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just- does it count as first words if it was an entire sentence and I was already halfway through beta?" Beck laughs nervously, not looking at anyone. "Because, all of this-" he gestures at everything from his neck up. "-is kinda... aftermarket. So. I didn't speak until much later."

"...aftermarket?" Sam asks hesitantly.

"I didn't exactly... get created with a voice. Or a face, actually. All helmet." Beck's voice gets quieter. "My production series was... rushed. Missing nonessential components - faces are cosmetic for us, at the end of the cycle, so we didn't have them. Didn't need to speak when we could just ping others, so... didn't have voices either. There- there were only three of us ever made, and... I'm the last one left."

"Anon." Tron's voice cracks with grief. Quorra's face falls.

Beck nods. "The first of us in our Security-based suite, AN-One-Thirty-Seventy-Twenty. Anon. Then me." He hesitates. "Then Cyrus. A Monitor, and two Supports. Mechanics, and Demolitions. I didn't know until- until he was gone."

Tron freezes. "Then-"

"Cyrus got his face because of them." Beck growls the last word. "And it ruined him, corrupted long before he met you. I got mine when Able found me a Medic who'd do it without asking too many questions - if Cyrus had had that chance..." Beck shakes his head.

"I'm sorry." Tron reaches for Beck - is pulled into a hug when he's close enough.

"You taught all of us." Beck mumbles into his chest. "We survived longer than we would have without you." He pulls away after a moment, teary but weakly smiling. "Besides, I think my first words fit here too."

Tron hums questioningly.

"Thank you for giving me a chance to live."

Tron franchise headcanon: Newborn programs always say “Hello world!” as their first words :3

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Your Favorite Players Favorite Player.

Young-Il/ Frontman / In-Ho/ Player 001 x Gi-Hun's Sister Reader)

Chapter 5 / The Things We Do In The Dark

Warnings: swearing, sexist behavior, verbal assault a little bit, heavy make out scenes bordering on nsfw but not enough, blood, guns, gore. Implied physical intimacy. I got. a lil high while writing this. Blood, needles. Vomit.

“Congratulations to all of you for making it through the third game. Now, here are the results of the third game.”

My lips quivered as I watched the money fill the piggy bank, there where so many people that died in the last round, squashed like bugs on the ground, and I don’t know how much longer I could stand it.

I was sitting with Hyun-Ju and Geum-Ja along with Young-sik, wallowing in my grief over Young-mi. I found I couldn’t watch the bank anymore and turned into Hyun-ju hiding in her clothes. Her arms came around me and held me loosely. When that Shaman walked past us uttering about how we would follow her, Geum-ja started spitting and patting us down, trying to get her evil energy off of us. I felt her patting at my leg and brushing me off before moving the Hyun-ju. I slowly leaned away to give her room.

“We will once again conduct the vote in reverse order from highest to lowest.” The guards announced. “Player 456, please cast your vote. To ensure this process remains fair and democratic, starting now, disruptive acts of any kind are strictly prohibited. We appreciate your cooperation.”

Gi-hun pressed the familiar button and went to stand on his side of the room.

“Player 432.” I stepped away from where Hyun-ju and I stood together and quickly made my way down the aisle. I stopped right before the machine and shyly wiped my tears away. I looked up to the guards who appeared to have physically tensed at my sad face. I pressed X as always and went to stand with Gi-hun. When I got over to him he bowed his head down at me in a single nod, he opened his stance a bit more, inviting me in for a hug but I simply turned away and held myself. There was something cooking in his mind and I was done with all the plans and schemes to win and just, everything.

More and more players voted and the scores varied right up until the end. Jung-bae counted players that switched teams, leaving us in sick anticipation for the outcome. We only needed five more people to vote for our side and we would win. However, I had an itching feeling that something would turn.

We watched as the player right before Young-il selected O over the X. I felt the crowd around me get tight and suffocated, I turned to follow her line of sight and saw her bowing the that filthy Shaman. I recoiled in anger, feeling my insides bubble with sick, gooey, fury.

“Player 001, please cast your vote.” I turned to watch Young-il choose. He stopped in front of the console and paused for a moment and I thought back to what happened in the mingle room.

If he too was willing to kill people to win, he was almost no better than the guards and my brother. But when he turned I saw his gaze meet mine as I heard him press the X. The fear melted away from my face as he swiftly made his way towards me. That’s when I realized it. Gi-hun was here to stop the games yet had made…. Zero progress….. these guard’s jobs are to kill people, they’re just numbers to them. Young-il could’ve gone with anyone, he could’ve gone to any other room. But he chose me, he protected me, he saved… me. He was just another player but, he was given multiple chances to better his chances in the games and he didn’t, he only did that once… for me.

When he got over to me I smiled softly and took his hand, turning us back to the front to see the tied scores.

“Clause three of the consent form: Should the initial vote result in a tie, the players will vote again. To ensure you have enough time to properly consider your options, the second vote will be conducted tomorrow. Until then, please take this opportunity to think carefully about your future.”

You let out a soft sigh and grasped both of your hands around Young-ils. The endorphins from the anticipation flushed away, and all you were left with was a tired sagging body. Letting you go for a moment he quickly wrapped you in his arms and led you away towards your beds.

“Are you okay?” His heavy voice melted in my ear. I felt the warmth of his embrace slowly caress the worry inside of me. I silently nodded as a few tears escaped me. My hand came up to his arm that was wrapped around my torso holding me up and squeezed it tightly in my trembling hands.

“I’m so scared.” I whispered under my breath, facing the ground, though he wasn’t as tall as my brother he felt much… bulkier. His arms felt like a weighted blanket wrapped around me, securing me from the outside world. He whispered back reassurances to me as I silently wept into his jacket. His hug trapping me inside our own little bubble, securing me and filling my need for comfort.

“C’mon, let’s go sit down.” He suggested, keeping an arm around my waist and guiding me to a bed.

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Gi-Hun turned away from the group to look for his sister. He saw it written earlier on her face, but had no clue how far gone she would be emotionally from the tie. Not seeing her where he left to searched the crowd for her ponytail. Only to see it walking away.

He quickly shuffled through the players to get to her until he saw… Young-il.

His arm tightly holding her waist, as if he was completely holding her on his own as he escorted her away from their circle. They disappeared into the beds. With an annoyed sigh he turned back to the group to figure out what move was next… if only he had kept watching-

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Young-il sat me down on the bed, but not before looking off into the distance. Tilting my head up to meet his gaze. I wondered what was troubling him. If it was the same worries as me, or if he had his own doubts.

He looked back down at me, realizing I had been staring and quietly whispered. “I don’t like the split. It’s just too close to call.” He confided reaching out. I took his much larger hand into my own and traced my thumb across his knuckles in a comforting manner. Looking back down at me, he squeezed the hand I was holding, and looked deep into my eyes. He leaned in close after looking around once more and held my chin the same way he did back in the room.

“I will get you out of here alive.” He declared quietly.

“You can’t guarantee that” I whispered into his palm, my voice cracking at his declaration. He reached both hands down and squeezed my shoulders, looking like he had something else to add, but before he could, Jun-hee was coming over to the beds where we were sitting.

“They’re going to hand out food, they told us to get in line.” She said looking between the two of us. With an out held hand Young-il helped me up as we made our way to the lines.

After everyone got their food and was sitting on the steps, I slowly nibbled at my gimbap, too sick to full eat a piece. My throat felt dry and my nerves were shot. I tuned out the people around me and focused on how close Young-il’s hand sat to my thigh, like a rock, strong and reliable, it sat there comforting me in my worry. Knowing there was someone I could lean on.

“All we’ve had to eat is this dry gimbap, and when people get hungry, they start to miss home.” Geum-ja said reflecting on her own meal. I let out a sniffle and nodded my head as Jun-hee rubbed my back in response. I turned to Gi-hun who sat behind me and shakily asked him.

“When we get home, will you make me moms dak gomtang?” I pleaded. With a soft smile he nodded his head and pet my hair just like our mom use to do to comfort me.

I turned back around to finish my piece of Gimbap when I felt Young-il brush my hair away from my face to brush a piece of rice off my chest. I felt his hand slightly itch my collarbone causing my body to tense.

“Sorry you’ve just got some food stuck on you.” He told me, brushing it away and then pulling my hair over the opposite shoulder. Feeling him move my hair around sent pleasuring tingles down my spine. Followed by his hand which went to slowly rubbing my back in what was meant to be comforting, but got lower and lower the longer he brushed.

“Hey! Don't agonize over your decision while eating this dry gimbap. I just want one of you to come over to our side. If we get out of here tomorrow morning, we could get Korean beef!I'll tell you what. It's my treat!” Young Sik yelled, distracting me from my intense feel-up contest with Young-il.

“And after that, the noodles are on me!” Geum-ja laughed.

“Come over to our side! Anyone!” “Come on over!” The former Marines yelled beckoning someone over.

“Guys please don’t antagonize them.” I asked, they turned back to look at me confusingly before talking back to the other side as they whooped and hollered.

“Once you all die in the next game, we can all leave with 800 million each! With 800 million, we could buy a freaking cattle ranch!” The old guy shouted. I crinkled my nose in disgust at the general entitlement. Doesn’t he himself have 100 billion won debt????

“ That's right! You can join us!” “That's right! Come on over!” “Come over to our side!” Their little gaggle group taunted right back. Nam-gyu stood from where he had been eating and raised a hand up, using two fingers in a ‘come here’ motion.

“Hey, 432, yeah I’m talking to you pretty girl, why don’t you walk that fine ass over to our side.” He laughed a deep throaty laugh in mock appreciation. I scoffed and turned away with them, grasping at Young-il’s arm that was tensed when I got closer.

Dae-ho joined in at my disgust at the offensive display “You'll get 800 million? Who are you kidding? Do you think you'll still be alive after the next game? If you don't get out now, you're all going to die!”

The guy on the other side called back at him, “So let's play one more game to see who dies. Stop trying to run away like a goddamn coward.” He and Nam- Gyu laughed at their own theatrics. “You can run towards us though cutie, bring that hot little body over to the winning team.”

Young-il clenched his fist tightly and went to stand along with Gi-hun who knew that was a crossed line, unfortunately for them Dae-ho beat them too it.

“What did you say? Hey, come here. Come here, asshole! What makes you think you can just say that to a girl fuck face?” He marched over to them.

I just buried my face into my hands in embarrassment. I felt Young-il move to sit in front of me, effectively blocking me from their view. I pat his shoulder in appreciation. And went back to my food. My mind drifted to my thoughts about Young-il. Our shared kiss just minutes ago tantalizing my brain. It was something hot and electric and warm and welcoming all at the same time. I lightly brushed my lips thinking about how.. right… his felt against them, and how much I missed having them there.

How had a complete stranger, which I probably never would have met in ANY other circumstance, manage to wiggle his way into my heart, my life, my mind. Why did I find such comfort in him?

Was it the way I felt the structure and security from him where it had been absent in my life. Or the way that he doesn’t seem to act as though we have our own separate lives, like our life is one combined entity, that we just work for each other. How did I feel so safe with him?

A comotion caught my attention a few minutes later when the group of people that went to the bathroom came back all bloody and sweaty looking. Apparently a fight had broken out and five people died. Gi-hun deduced that we still had more people than they did, easing the nerves in my stomach a bit.

Lights out in 20 minutes. All players, please prepare for bedtime.

Nevermind…

“Once the lights go out, people on the other side will attack us. Because if they kill us, they'll be able to win the vote and increase the prize.” GI-hun said looking over us from where he stood. He started telling some bizarre story about a ‘frontman’ and ‘VIP’s’.

“Wait this front man, what does he look like?” I interrupted.

“He wears a black mask, and a long trench coat.” He replied. I looked at him quizzically,

“How do you know?” I asked him. He sighed and ruffled his hair before turning away to look at the other team.

Okay so that wasn’t an anwser Gi-HOE.

Jung-bae sighed, “How are you going to fight them? They have guns.”

“We'll fight them with guns too.” GI-hun replied eyeing the door up and down.

“But we don't have any.” Jung-bae remarked.

“We'll take their guns.” Gi-hun nodded.

“From those masked men?” I was starting to get a bit irate with the amount of questions he was asking.

“That's too dangerous. Even if we manage to take a few guns, we'll still be outnumbered.” Young-il crossed his arms as he leaned against the poles of the beds.

“What then? Are you going to kill each other all night and hope you survive? Is that what you want, Young-il?” Gi-hun accused, starting to stand taller and squaring his shoulders.

“Do we stand a chance?” Young-il asked remaining composed compared to my brother.

“We do if we catch them off guard. Out of everyone, they're the ones who would least expect us to attack first. This is our last chance to end these games once and for all.” He said, squatting down on his knees to be on a closer level to the rest of us.

“How are you going to take their guns?” I asked, almost like a jest.

“Once the fight begins tonight, we'll have our chance. Once the lights go out, get under the bottom beds quietly. You must not get caught by those planning to attack us. We have to hide until the fight ends. Don't get caught up in the fight. But that would put people on our side at quite a disadvantage.” I grunted and stood wiping invisible dirt off my hands, hearing his bogus plan he started sounding just like the thing he was trying to stop. Sacrificing the few for…. The few???

“Where are you going?” GI-hun asked me angrily.

“If you really have to know, I’m going to the bathroom.” I grunted, tying my hair back and stomping off.

“Y/N! They called the last bathroom round ten minutes ago!” Jung-bae yelled after me.

“I don’t care! I didn’t have to pee then but I do now!” I yelled back making my way to the door.

Young-il stood there, watching her leave. Quickly looking around the group he boldly started walking with her.

“I’ll go with her to make sure she’s okay.” He said. Gi-hun stood to try and stop them but yelled a simple be quick in response.

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The triangle gaurd took one last look out the door before switching out his shift. When he saw player 432 storming up to the door and the player who was secretly their boss behind her, player 001, he set to work quickly unlocking the door.

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I splashed my face of at the sink and stood there for a moment, exhaust creeping its way into my bones. I stared down into the white linoleum, a bunch in my pocket diverting my attention.

I took out the handkerchief Young-il had given me a few days ago. Staring at it I thought about the relationship between us. The stolen moments during mingle, the never ending physical contact, the doting on me,he’s like… everything I wasn’t getting from my relationship with GI-hun, the romantic love versus the familial love. That’s why I-

“Y/N” Young-il spoke up from the doorway. I jumped in surprise at his intrusions. “Are you okay?”

“Young- il, you startled me. What are you doing in the women’s bathroom?” I asked. He looked down at me with those gateway eyes, locking my attention in place on him and him alone.

“I simply wanted to check on you, you were in here for awhile.” He walked towards me quickly backing me up against the farthest wall. Almost like he was upset at my absence.

“Young-il what? What… what are you doing?” I questioned, fear written in my eyebrows. His arms came up beside me trapping me between him and the wall.

“I’m not letting you go back.” He told me, running a hand down my face a bit roughly.

“To what? The room?” I giggled. He blinked in confusion before realizing his mistaken statement.

“Yes the- the room, lights out is in three minutes and all the fighting will start. Everyone else is safe where they are.” He replied, his hand dropping down my jacket and lightly resting on my waist.

“The gaurds will make us leave event-“ before I could finish his other hand wrapped around the back of my neck like someone picking up a kitten from the scruff, the hand on my waist felt heavier and he pulled me in, smashing our lips together. After a brief moment of confused anger, I relaxed into his hold. Like there was some magic about him, I forgot about everything about to happen just a few staircases away.

His lips felt like my missing puzzle piece. The interlocking pieces showing off a whole picture. My hands rested on his shoulder when he released my neck, and in turn wrapped around my own back and pulled me in tight. My fingers traveled up to the nape of his neck, lightly pulling at the ends of his hair.

Our bodies molded together against each other like we were a marbled statue carved by the hands of a god. The feeling of unfamiliar, magnetic, desire was like seeing a flame and wanting to sit closer and closer to watch the hot carbon crackle and shift, your interest peaked. His arms now felt like those licks of fire tickling my skin, burning my face and crisping my hair.

He disconnected our lips with a heavy breath only for his face to turn into my neck, attaching and sticking like a fly on sticky paper.

Letting out an indecent moan, (Y/N) crumbled in his arms as he licked the edge of her ears, his warm breath heated her core slowly like a hot bath, seeping into the skin and melting your insides.

His hands slowly made their way from her hips upwards, underneath her shirt. He tore away from her for a moment to rest their foreheads together. He trapped her deep in his gaze. Looking into the depths of each-others souls, they lightly nodded to one another, a silent understanding.

“Don’t worry about the games, don’t worry about the world, don’t worry about your brother. I just need you to worry about being right here, right now. With me. Nobody else.” He whispered heavily into her ear. She took a deep breath and relaxed further in his hold as she felt him slowly start peeling away her sweat-pants.

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The moment they left the bathroom (Y/N) Realized the gaurds had stayed outside the bathroom…. The whole time they were in there. With a bright pink face and mis-matching clothes she walked her way back to the room, Young-il trailing behind her.

They reached the door back into the room and noticed no guard on duty.

“Get behind me and physically stay behind me.” Young-il ordered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me. He quickly opened the door the reveling the room flashing its lights above like a rave. As splatter after splatter of blood shot into the ceiling. Young-il pushed me to my knees.

“Hey! You said we would stop that when we got back.” I whisper yelled at him. He clapped a hand over my mouth, and with his other made a shushing sign.

“Not a word, not a sound and no helping.” He seethed. He got down too and pressed us against the wall so that we had something to blend too. We quickly and quietly ran over to our beds. A few bodies tripped me here and there, and some bodies fell from above us. Everytime when I went to whimper or scream, Young-il would wrap his hand back around my mouth preventing any noise.

We got back by our beds and Gi-hun grabbed my ankle hauling me under the bed, Young-il hot behind us. For some reason the screams and blood felt even louder from below. We kept watching as bit after body dropped on the sides. Whatever sick bastard was playing with the lights was gonna give me an aneurism.

Thud

I laid my head on the ground to peer under Young-ils chin.

A nose ring caught my eyes.

A nose…….

A nose ring?

Noticing my tensing muscles, Gi-hun wrapped his arms around me and held me down. Young-il covered my mouth again as both did their best to muffle me.

“MMMMMMMMMPH, SSSMEEE, MM!” I screamed against his hand. I wiggled and fought against the two but it was no use. My breath quickened like I couldn’t get enough. My blood ran cold as I saw her brown warm eyes watching me as she died. I was suddenly hyper aware of how cold the ground was, and my sweat stuck to my body like scotch tape. When Young-il released my mouth I had cried so hard no sound left my lips. My lungs begged in unison for air but I couldn’t find it in me to let them have it, I felt like I was about to push my heart out of my body, my chest was so tight. When I could finally inhale the salty tears rinsed down my eyes, mixing with the small trickle of blood that came from under her head. The warmth of her blood drawing me in for comfort since I couldn’t reach out to her. My neck grew tired as I held my head above the puddle I was aching to lay on. The overwhelming pain of everything finally hitting me like a dump truck. My sobs didn’t go unnoticed however and Young-il gently released me and held me close to his chest as I wept. I cried against him, feeling like he was the only thing I had left in this whole world. As more terroism and destruction befell our surroundings, I felt ill, and warm, and sick, and cold, and tired, and angry, and a million different things all at once. I wasn’t sure what else I could turn to: Mentally, I screamed out, and felt like my brain was thrashing around inside of my head as I prayed to whoever might be listening to end this, to get us out of here…to get me home.

The light stopped flickering as the big ones flashed on, revealing the total carnage of the room, again the wooshing of the door opening released the guards hiding safely behind it.

The pink guards enter the room with their guns raised. One started firing into the air to get the attention of the rest of the room as the others went around apprehending the fighters.

I released Young-ils jacket from my grasp, stretching out my now stiffen fingers. I took slow and steady deep breaths in while Young-il his Se-mi from my view. Gi-hun delicately grabbed a blanket on the floor and soaked up the puddle. I slowly stretched out the rest of my body and a move to start crawling out. The tight cramped hiding place of ours suffocating me. Gi-hun and Young-il pushed me back under. Looking at them confused they simply responded by grabbing some blankets from the beds above us and draping them on the metal above me effectively hiding the rest of my body.

I watched as they laid down on the floor next to some of the other dead players acting as if they were ones too. My insides came up into my throat picturing them dead, but the logical part of my brain finally worked and reminded me they weren’t actually. Instinctively, when a guard came over, my hands flew up to my face, covering my mouth attempting to hush my breathing. I held my breath in anticipation as I watched one guard with a square mask, inspect Young-ils body. When he reached for his radio Young-il sprang up and tackled him to the floor, initiating the rest of our groups attack.

One by one guards were shot down left and right as I stayed hidden in my dark sanctuary. I couldn’t take listening to any more of the shots, so with physically weak arms, I laid my head on the ground and covered my ears, wishing it was Young-il comforting me instead. The doors whooshed shut again as one final bullet rang out across the room, like an unsatisfying end to a quiet song.

I slowly uncovered my head, daring to lift it up, so as to sneakily peer outside the open parts of the blanket. I saw Gi-hun walking up the steps, grabbing one of the soldiers by his shoulder and pushing him down demanding information out of him. The rest of our group followed his lead once they had the gaurd in captivity. They called everyone out from their hiding spots.

Deciding it was safe enough I crawled out myself and looked around, finally witnessing the total of the end of the fight. My intestines garbled and groaned at the sight of the bodies. Like it was some sick painting meant to represent something deep. Grabbing at the metal pole on the side of the bed I could feel my throat start tightening as a retching feeling came to my guts.

“BWAAGHH” I leaned towards the wall so that it at least wasn’t out in the open as I felt that nasty dried up gimbap roll coming back up.

Oh god I really hope it’s not chunky-

“BUUURGH” I retched, thankfully it was only a bit, and Geum-ja had come over holding my hair for me. After another minute or so of dry heaving, I stood up and took a breath. Geum-ja led me around to the front of the beds again, sitting me down and using her jacket sleeve to wipe the dried sweat off my face. 

“Everyone.” Gi-Hun spoke up, grabbing my attention. “We will now head up to the masked men's headquarters. We'll capture the ones who captured us, put an end to this game, and make them pay. Anyone who knows how to use a gun and wishes to join us, please step forward.”

With a breath I gently pushed Geum-ja’s hand off of mine and stood up, only for Young-ils gaze to stop me. With one finger he made a sit down motion, and strangely, I found myself obeying his wishes. Almost nobody walked up who wasn’t already in line, save for a few players who stepped up, slowly raising their hands and grabbing a weapon and radio when instructed. Seeing the lineup a few people started to disperse, still not caring about what could happen.

“ oh I hope they stay safe,” Geum-ja rung her hands in worry. Her son placed his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her in what looked like it was meant to be comforting, but came off more apprehensive. Jun-hee joined us standing around talking about what was possibly to come. Not finding any interest in their conversation, however, I slightly turned my head tuning in to what Hyun-ju was saying.

“Attention!! This is the MP5, a submachine gun. First, if you press this lever in the middle and pull the magazine,it comes off like this. If the selector switch is down, it's set to full auto mode. Up is single-fire mode.We don't have many magazines, so set it to single-fire mode. Lastly, insert the magazine, pull the handle, and then release it. That's how you load it. Are we clear?” I slightly nodded in response knowing she couldn’t see me but memorizing the information nonetheless. All attention drew back as we heard Jung-bae sounding brave, for once, and demanding the solider take his mask off.

He slowly lifted his hood off, removing a black burka next, followed by his square mask. Looking at his scared young face, I felt as though he was no different from us in here, just scared, and alone. Nobody in their line up seemed to notice, but I did, as his eyes slightly flickered to Young-ils face then blinked back to the lineup. I glared at the man questioningly as I watched Young-il give the slightest head nod. So small that you would think he was just shifting but really he was masterfully responding.

What the hell?

“Good God. Do your parents know what you're doing here?” Jung-bae slowly lowered his riffle as he looked concerningly at the man. Gi-hun pushed him away, still high off the adrenaline from shooting, something he thought he would never do.

With a demanding voice, he cocked his gun and with an unwavering tone demanded “Take us to your captain.” The group made their way out of the room following the pressured gaurd. I stood again with intention to follow. When Young-il stepped out from behind the door they had smashed in.

“You stay here.” he pushed using his hand on my shoulder to turn me around and practically shove me back into the room. With a scoff I turned back around and placed my hand on the top of his gun. “ Stay? What do you mean stay ?” I asked angrily. He shook his head and bent his neck down to meet my ear.

“ I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know where we’re gonna go and I don’t know who is going to die, but as much as I can help it, you can guarantee it won’t be you.” he said sternly. Turning back, he started following the group again. I went to take a step about to disobey his orders, but found myself stopping my feet at the edge of the threshold of the door. It was true, though I didn’t know what laid beyond the hall, however, they didn’t either. Yet I still found myself, hesitating…with a sigh as the nagging voice in the back of my head told me to listen, I stepped back and retreated into the room.

I stood slightly pacing in front of our beds, unsure of how things were going and uncertain about where they were. One gentle voice in the back of my head told me to stay and to listen to young eels command, the other, however, pushed me and bugged me to leave the room. My inner curiosity stabbing at the voice, encouraging it more to leave the room, to find out what was happening. To see this so-called front man my brother kept going on about.

Geum-ja took a breath in and looked at our small gathering. “I wonder what they’ll find up there” she started trying to distract us from our worries, “ it would be interesting to see who is behind all of this to see what sicko found enjoyment in this.” She huffed.

Weak, small talk littered throughout the room doing fuck all to try and cure my boredom as the voices in my head grew louder and louder. I couldn’t help but walk around and try to distract myself. I took another glimpse at one of the dead guard’s bodies and noticed a bulge in the side pocket.

I slowly crept towards the body, thinking it might spring back to life and attack me, I stayed hesitant. With shaky hands, I slowly undid the clasp of the pocket and reached my hand in inside. I found an extra round of ammunition, looking at it like the holy Grail I crawled over to the other side to check the other pocket and see if there was more there. Unfortunately no but standing up, I quickly gazed at the rest of the dead soldiers, and noticed all of their left side pockets seemed a bit bulky than the other pockets.

I looked over to June-hee and Young-sik and pointed at the bodies “Quick, their left pants pocket, grab the rest of the ammo!” I demanded, they quickly followed suite and helped me compile all of our findings on top of a loose jacket. I turned my head up once again to look around the room and see if there were any willing volunteers to take the jacket. All I was met with was the back of heads as they all turned away, cowardly. With a huff, I wrapped up the jacket in my arms like a newborn baby and started making my way towards the door.

“Are you sure you should do this, it’s dangerous up there.” Geum-ja worried.

“ Well somebody has to, and I don’t see anybody else volunteering.” I shrugged, opening my arm in a gesture around the room.

“Just be careful.” Jun-hee nodded at me in understanding, I nodded back and reached around her for a hug. “I will be” I closed my eyes and succumbed to the warm embrace. I heard a small sneeze and turned my head up above to see Min-su rocking his head back and forth between me and Se-mi’s body. I though he looked so scared and lost like a baby bird. I went to Se-mi but before I could bend down Young-sik pulled me away.

“Please… let me.” He said understandingly. I stepped back watching as he closed her open eyes and draped one of the yellow blankets atop her resting body. I looked back at Min-su who slowly shook his head no urging me to stay with his eyes.

“I’m going for her, and for you.” I looked from my friends body to the one atop the beds. “She will not have died in vain, and you will not suffer the same.” I vowed looking back at Jun-hee. “You’ll have your baby.” I turned to Young-sik, “You will go on living,” and finally, I looked at Geum-ja, “Your life will not end in here”. She took a deep breath and nodded at me, patting my full arms. Looking around the room I saw a few people who had watched the interaction with teary eyes start hugging themselves or some of their friends, looking like they now regretted if they should have gone or not.

“Regardless of if you had wanted to stay, or end , nobody deserves to die this way.” I grimaced at the bodies around me. Turning to the door I anxiously stood in front of the threshold, feeling that nagging voice of doubt creeping back into my brain, but thinking of what might happen if I didn’t get them the ammo fueled me even more. With a strong breath in I stepped over the entrence and started jogging down the hall.

As I came across dead guards I emptied their pockets and kept briskly walking. My shins growing sore at the tightness I kept myself in. Stopping a few times to see where the next bloody trail of foot prints left, I craned my neck up to see how high this place went. The light from above shining onto the brightly colored space, not giving much room for shadows to creep in. Following the steps higher and higher I felt almost like I was in a maze. I noticed some broken glass on the ground and looked up to see a camera shot through, now facing the ground, spotting more of them like a trail I no longer felt the decision part of my brain working, as I concluded I simply had to follow the cameras.

I counted as I stepped till I got to one that wasn’t shot through.

How did they miss this one?

I walked past before a crunch under my foot distracted me again. I look down to make sure no pieces got in my shoe, and saw the white handkerchief Young-il gave me. He had taken it back in the bathroom, it must’ve fallen out of his pocket…

Remembering his defending warning from the door I felt my stomach sink thinking about if something might’ve happened to him, and how he would react to seeing me out of the room. Part of me wishes he’ll pull me in and kiss me for my bravery, the other part of me hopes he won’t be too upset. But deep down there’s this other, scolding feeling, what if he’s really upset with me? What if he hates me for it?. I couched this white symbol of worry closer to my chest as I carried on following the broken cameras.

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A light on the camera flickered, waking itself from its shut down state. As it slowly turned to follow the way (Y/N) walked. It recorded as she stopped to grab more ammo and zoomed into the bundle in her arms.

“The girl has extra ammunition.” The black masked guard reported on his walkie. “All triangle soilders approaching your stations, load an extra round of ammunition into your inner pocket.” He ordered, as the pink guards around him fiddled with their computers, he turned to the nearest one who was saving every moment of footage they had before their cameras where shot.

“Number 6,”

The gaurd stood and turned to face his supervisor, the right hand man of their boss the front man.

“Follow player 432” he bowed aknowledging his command and made a swift exit to catch up to her.

“Don’t let her out of your sight…”

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I crawled on the ground almost army style, as I got closer and closer to the sound of the gunshots. Using the sleeves of the jacket to tie it around my shoulders I hastily made my way around the corner as I laid on the ground. Hyun-ju spotted me and yelled for a cover fire. The walls next to me were torn up from bullets as their non-stop rain of shots, but for a brief moment there where more shots going out then coming at us.

I noticed Dae-Ho shooting aimlessly before he looked over to me. I threw the jacket over to him as his shaking arms caught it. He opened the bag reveling the ammo and diving them out. He looked between me and the bag, and tossed me his gun. I quickly caught it making sure the barrel was aimed away from me, now my shaky arms looked around in confusion.

“DAE-HO, I’VE NEVER USED A GUN BEFORE!!” I shouted at him, inspecting the gun wearily, never thinking I would hold one. Our parents raised me and Gi-hun in a peaceful household, never in my life did I think I would ever hold such a harsh weapon. I turned to Hyun-ju but before I could ask her she yelled at me and pointed to the pink guards.

“MAKE THE CROSS IN THE SMALLER BARELL LINE UP WITH WHAT YOU WANT TO HIT AND SHOOT!” She yelled turning back to her own mission.

I grabbed it and started taking single shots at the oncoming barrage. Looking through the sniper attachment I zeroed in on one of the triangles shooting at our side. It turned towards me with its finger on the trigger. I quickly ducked down but heard more shots aimed at the spot next to me. I looked back through and saw they had turned away from me. More guards ran up behind them and aimed towards my very open position first, before they turned their attention to other spots. I looked in the air in confusion. If I was to stand up not a single bullet would hit me right now.

What the hell?

I turned to watch the shots next to me as our team did their best to return fire. Looking at the smaller size of the group I look at Hyun-ju confused.

“Where’s Young-il?!” I shouted over the fire storm, not seeing him with the others. A sinking feeling in my stomach appeared as I thought of him. The square guard from before was also no where to be found. I didn’t notice his body as any of the ones I picked clean. But all I could think of was how I might’ve been right earlier, that something did happen, oh god is he dead? Did he have to hide somewhere? Did he loose his radio?

“They went to find the control room with Jung-bae and Gi-hun.” She yelled back. We heard the radio scratch on as Gi-hun asked if they could get any back up. Without a moments hesitation I grabbed an extra two rounds of ammo and made a run for it. Wherever Gi-hun was, Young-il was there too.

————

As fast as she had loaded them, the extra rounds seemed to run out. Hyun-ju grabbed another round and counted the singular shots she made. 15 rounds…Only 15…. They were only half full.

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Now that the walls were closer I felt even more compressed. Like a hamster in a cage. I followed the dead guards till I found Gi-hun and Jung-bae taking cover a few stairs up. When he saw me his face crunched in confusion.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?!” He yelled from above. I held up the extra rounds I brought with me and quickly stuffed them in my pockets as I felt bullets start brushing against my hair.

“Jung-bae! Cover fire!” I heard him order, always so bossy, I felt the bullets stop for a second, and ran like one towards my brother and his best friend. I passed them each a round when Jung-bae placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Young-il went up those stairs with two other men, we gave them our last rounds, they need some too.” I nodded at him, the weight of my heart as heavy as my pockets, knowing he was just around the corner but not knowing if he was okay. The walls were torn up around us, the air heavy with the smell of gun powder wafting around, further fueling my emotional state.

I side stepped to to try and push to the stairs but Gi-hun held me back.

“No, stay here, their looking for a way to get around the gaurds, we’ll move together as soon as they radio us that their okay.” He insisted. I shook my head and tried to get around him again when he harshly pushed me back.

“No (Y/N), stay. Here.” He pushed. Shoving me back again he held me to the wall with his gun. I scoffed and harshly pushed him back. “What the hell, what is your problem Gi-hun? They need ammo too!” I exclaimed.

He turned around quickly to return fire before returning his attention to me.

“Because, we haven’t heard back from them yet, they could be dead and more soilders could be coming this way.” He reasoned, a few ricocheting bullets made their way towards us as Gi-hun held me close to the wall with his arm. I struggled against him, not realizing before how much stronger he had gotten over the last few years. My weak muscles barely meeting his force.

“Ughhh! Gi-hun let me go!!” I yelled at him. If Young-il was in trouble, and I had a chance to save him, damn it. I was gonna take it.

“No, you’re staying here.” He returned. With a harsh grunt he somehow held me tighter to the wall, I pushed and pushed against him to no avail. Finally deciding that I might have to hurt him to let me go, I bent his elbow in an un-natural way. He retracted before any damage could be done and I attempted to make a run for it. He quickly caught my arm and yanked me back. With both hands on either side of my head he caged me into the wall, glaring holes through my head. “I’m not letting you leave, we don’t know anything yet!” I shoved and kicked at his chest but his stance was unwavering. As he drew in closer to me, the gun wrapped at his chest pushed heavily into mine. Feeling the heavy weight of the metal dig into my skin, I turned my attention to it, trying to push it off of me.

“OW, Gi-hun you’re hurting me.” I angrily stated, he turned and motioned to Jung-bae to keep firing. In his distraction, I unclamped the gun from the strap he was keeping it on and turned it upwards to under his chin, resting my finger ever so lightly on the trigger. When he turned back I felt my soul turn as dark as coal watching his eyes dilate in reaction.

I held the gun firmly in my trembling hands.

"I'm... going... to Young-il," | panted out. He took his hands off the wall and steadily walked backwards. "(Y/N), put it down." His voice slightly wavered, his attitude now flipped. We both knew I wouldn't do it, I wouldn't shoot him. Slowly making my way back to my gun, I delicately picked up the heavy metal. I left Gi-hun's gun where l once stood and ran.

"(Y/N)?(Y/N)!!" He shouted after me. I was over this, I dashed around the corner before he could catch up to me.

Turning around I made no effort to hide or shield myself. My mind set on finding one person and it wouldn’t rest until it got that person. He was like a drug in that way. Changing my brain and chemicals to become dependent on them and then alone. He had been there for me the entire game, he watched over me and made me feel safe. How could I not be addicted?

I reached around corners like someone who had no fear of death, of consequence. I could have sworn I heard something behind me but the acoustics of this place would make you think you were insane. I raced up the stairs, whipping my neck at every corner, I turned at one and saw that mass of black hair standing out against the purple stairwell. Giving myself whiplash I turned to him and went to touch his shoulder when I saw Young- il raise his gun towards his teammates. Before I knew what had happened I saw the bodies drop to the ground. One fully dead and the other simply wounded. Freezing in place as though that stupid doll was in front of me once again, I tightly clenched myself inwards in fear.

I retracted my hand slowly watching as Young-il slightly shifted backwards fixing his stance. He turned the barell to the wounded man and without remorse went to shoot at him, finishing what he started. I flinched when he pressed the trigger waiting for the gunshot but heard only a click. I saw him hold steady as he clicked it a few more times before realizing he was out.

With an annoyed sigh Young-il took out his magazine and replaced it with the full one, taking aim once again only for the radio scratching to life pausing him in the ending of others.

“YOUNG-IL? YOUNG-IL COME IN. (Y/N) is heading in your direction with more ammo!! What’s going on up there?!” Gi-hun shouted through the receiver. I held my breath hoping he wouldn’t turn around. Picking up the radio, I watched as he walked calculated towards the dying man on the floor.

“We lost Gi-hun. It’s over…. I’m sorry.” He hushed out. I could feel Gi-hun’s disappointment from the radio as he yelled at Young-il for more information.

Holding the button of the transmitter down, he shot the man with the other. No holding back, he shot the man just as quickly as he thought up a lie for Gi-hun. He stood back up from his knees, resting the gun on its strap and switching the radio channel.

“Start wrapping this up.” He firmly executed. Right as he switched off the radio he heard the familiar sound and turned to look at me. I cocked my gun and held it tightly in my hands but loosely in my arms.

His deep sharp knife like eyes cut right through my resolve, unlike Gi-hun who backed away he slowly inched closer.

“Put it down.” He commanded moving slower than time itself.

“What are you doing Young-il?” My voice cracked out in betrayal. He took the hand not holding the radio and wrapped it around my own hand where mine was set on the trigger.

“(Y/N)… put it down.” He said softer now, “come on darling… give me the gun.” He spoke in the same voice he just used to Gi-hun. My fave dropped in sadness as my limbs went weak. He swiftly but softly ripped the gun away from me, taking out the magazine and throwing it to the side.

“Why are you here?” His once tantalizing voice now felt harsh like a parent scolding a child. He wrapped his hands around my arms effortlessly holding me up and close.

“Why did you-“ I cut myself off as I let out a small tear. I could feel my throat getting tight and my nose getting stuffed. “Who are you?” I muttered out as he raised a hand to cup my cheek. I shook my head in disbelief as he shushed me.

Pulling me into his chest I let out soft sobs, wrapping my arms around myself. He tilted my chin up with his hand, grasping it in a vice grip when I tried to push him off of me.

“Nobody you need to worry about lovely.” He whispered back, he softly kissed my forehead holding me tighter as I struggled against him. I started punching at his chest angry, confused, and scared.

He tilted his own head up and nodded behind me in my direction. The second I felt his hands loosen I shoved him away only to bump into another body. I saw a pair of pink arms wrap around me. One on my torso and the other around my mouth. I saw Young-il take something from another gaurds and open the black case he had been handed. I felt fear bubbling in my guts, mixed with a sick arousal of curiosity.

Out of the case he picked up a needle, the tip so small and so reflective all I could see was a little light on the end.

“Shh, sh sh sh sh sh, it’s okay… this won’t hurt a bit.” He hushed me, gently caressing my face and arms, whatever he could get his hands on. I struggled and bit the hand of the person holding me like a toddler being out in timeout. He let me go with a hiss but simply moved his hand to my forehead to keep me still. I kicked at shins and elbowed stomachs but considering I was much smaller and much weaker then them it was of no use. I screamed an ear piercing screech. Considering how echoey it was in here I saw a few of the people around me flinch in annoyance as the needle tip got closer and closer to my neck.

I felt the small prick right under my ear. My screaming stopped as I felt my body drop limply. My vision became blurry and I saw Young-il pulling away, and placing a kiss where he had just injected me. When he moved his lips were tinted dark red, and when he opened his mouth to speak I saw a small line of blood on his tongue. I couldn’t hear what he said next but he wasn’t speaking to me, it was to others behind me.

I pushed against my own head so hard to stay awake that I was giving myself a headache. After a quiet second or two the ringing in my ears stopped as my body gave way to whatever drug it was and went under.

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“Now witness the consequences of your ‘heroic’ actions…” the front man taunted at the man he beat. With no remorse he shot Jung-bae and watched the pain and wollow that followed on Gi-Huns face. When he tried to attack him the gaurds held him down firmly as the front man turned to head back to the control room.

“DID YOU KILL MY SISTER?!” Gi-hun shouted angrily causing In-ho to stop walking. With a slight movement over his shoulder he further taunted his enemy.

“Let’s see how many more people die due to your foolishness…” he trailed off, leaving Gi-hun without a straight answer, forcing his own mind to torture him trying to fill in the blanks.

Finally having won, the front man entered the elevator and watched on a screen as Gi-hun was taken back to the room, forced to walk past his once small but ample military. In-ho could see the distraught and pain sewn into his features,

and it was delicious…

AN: WHEW I’m finally done with this chapter, stay tuned because there’s one more and while we wait for season three I’ll post little blurbs here and there to keep you all entertained. Thank you for waiting so patiently and I hope you didn’t wait TOO long.

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[raythestarghost]

Kingleader headcannons because I'm bored

incomplete because I need to post something else rq

also all of these are off of the top of my head so they may not apply to my ao3 fics

Early Relationship

-Caine is scared of intimacy (I don't mean hanky panky, I mean intimacy)

-¹

-Kinger is very used to and comfortable with (²) intimacy. Caines aversion confused him at first (as kinger finds it comforting when he's overwhelmed) but quickly adjusted

-They're both touch starved but Caine is too scared to do anything about it and Kinger is too scared to make Caine uncomfortable

-Caine was coded to avoid any possibly non-family friendly activity with the performers, which is why he feels so weird about physical contact. His code is literally screaming DONT DO IT NO AGAINST THE RULES

-The reason he still does is mainly because of a conversation he had with Kinger

"Isn't that against the rules?"

"Hugging?"

"Well, not hugging, but..."

"Caine, we're not having [boink!]."

"I-I know!"

-Caine really struggles with talking about his feelings (he doesn't even know why he has feelings, including love)

-Kinger doesn't know why Caine has feelings either. He was the main coder on him, and doesn't remember including that (though he doesn't really remember much of anything these days.)

-trying to make Caine more comfortable about it, kinger talks about how he feels alot

Dating for a bit

-Caine is now comfortable with occasionally holding Kinger's hand and asking for a hug. Kinger sees this as an absolute win.

-Caine will not accept a hug when offered and will absolutely freak tf out if given one without warning (Kinger would never.)

-Caine will ask now Kinger indirect questions about his emotions because Kinger has experience with them. (Ex. What does it mean when I don't want to talk to people, does stomach hurting have anything to do with being sad, etc.)

-³

-Caine is very bad at comforting, but tries his absolute hardest.

-"Do... you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"... Oh."

-Caine will put himself through the discomfort of a hug if it means helping Kinger.

-Caine has now discovered the Anxiety of Your S/O Abstracting™

Possibly triggering hcs under cut

-¹Caine is also scared of/intimidated by hanky panky.

-²Kinger is also comfortable with hanky panky.

-³ The most concerning question Caine has ever asked Kinger was "Why does being sad make me wish bad things happen to me?". Kinger tried to ask further questions about what bad things but Caine wouldn't answer. Kinger gave a basic answer but kept an eye on Caine for the next few days.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

@sunsetandevningstar wanted to see some of the Maddie Fix-It from my WIP list. She confronts Tommy at a farmer's market after eavesdropping on a conversation he has with a vendor he knows. I channeled a lot of protective sibling rage into this, but also Maddie is ultimately a sweetheart so it doesn't last.

“You broke his heart!” She’d really intended to keep calm, but she also wants to throw Tommy in front of a moving semi. “You idiot, you fucking idiot, how dare you run away from him? He’s had enough of that his entire life, you weren’t supposed to do it, too.”

Tommy looks shell-shocked, which is fair. He probably hasn’t had a lot of crying, upset, angry women confront him in the middle of a farmer’s market on a Sunday. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t have done something so stupid.

“I didn’t mean to—” he starts, and she cuts him off with a shake of her head and a finger in his face.

“No! That’s not how this works,” she says, trying to swallow around the burning rage in her throat. “No one means to do it to him, but they do it anyway, and then he moves on and thinks that maybe, maybe this is going to be the time it doesn’t happen. Because he’s a good person, and he thinks other people are good, even when we’re not.”

She wipes her eyes, because she can’t see Tommy’s face anymore. When her vision’s clear, he looks shattered, which gives her a kind of vicious satisfaction.

“I’m a runner,” she says, watching the way his gaze drops to the concrete between them. “I ran from home, I ran from him, I ran from my ex, from Chimney, from our daughter—and only one of those times was a good idea. And I thought maybe that means it’s the right choice every time, and it’s not. I don’t know when it worked out for you, and I’m glad it did, but that’s not now. That’s not him.”

Tommy’s jaw is clenched and trembling, and she’s short enough that she can see tears roll down his cheeks even with his head down. The part of her that wants to avenge her brother’s heartbreak seems to have been appeased, because she just feels sad for him. They’re about the same age, but he looks so young and sad and lost.

“He doesn’t always do things in the right order or say the things he really means, because he gets excited,” she says, stepping closer and putting her hands on his ridiculous biceps. “But I thought you understood that.”

“I do,” Tommy says, his voice raw and choked.

“I know,” she says, feeling her eyes burn with more tears. “I was scared, you know? My baby brother was throwing himself into another relationship, and I got worried. But I saw you two together, and I stopped being scared. I let my guard down with you and let you into my life and my daughter’s life and trusted you with my brother’s heart, because you seemed to understand him better than anyone else I’ve ever seen him with. Whatever you’re thinking about yourself is coming from a monster that’s been feeding you lies. What I saw, what I heard, was something real.”

When he finally looks at her, she stands on her toes and pulls him into a hug. She’s gotten really good at making up the difference of a foot in a hug and taking care of her giant of a brother, but Tommy collapses into her and she puts a foot back to keep herself from toppling. She wonders if anyone has hugged him at all since the break-up, if he’s been isolating himself from everyone the same way he’s isolated himself from the 118. She knows it’s exactly the kind of thing she’d do.

“C’mon,” she says, rubbing between his shoulder blades. “I know our five minutes aren’t up, but you need to sit down.”

[illyrianbitch]

Wait can we get a storytime on the ex guy best friend? Because oh my god those TEXTS? Pls feed me more

hehehe okay, let me give you some of the main points baby i gotchu

We met freshman year of college (in a very religious school), I was freshly 18 and we were both in this student-run university residence hall organization. I hated him at first because I thought he was sooo conceded and a douchebag (and we were also fighting for the top of our class, we both had perfect gpa's and I wanted to be better than him so #academicrivals)

There was a retreat for our organization so we ended up being in hotel rooms across from each other. Ran into him when I was leaving one night, he followed, and we ended up talking while on this carrousel that the retreat had.

When we went back to school, him and I started becoming really good friends, I realized we had SO much in common. I ended up trying to set him up with one of my friends (I was....truly oblivious)

I was lowkey in love with another person my freshman year and this guy bsf would constantly give me advice, talk to me about it, repeatedly tell me I deserved more

Guy bsf and I got super close. We would see each other every day, and we ended up going on ONE date to the movies--- guy bsf said it was because his friend wanted to go on a double date and he needed someone to go with him hehe. Anyways, after the movie I ran into said other person I was lowkey in love with. There was this weird tension, stand off moment and I was so upset about it.

Guy bsf and I left, but instead of dropping me back at my dorm, guy bsf and I walked to the stadium of our university and laid on the grass and talked ALL night under the stars. It was like 5 am by time I went to sleep.

We became best friends after this, literally would tell him everything, and he was so respectful of me and the other person I was lowkey in love with. Guy bsf and I end up jokingly making a marriage pact at 35.

Fast forward to the end of the semester, covid was a thing and I had to fly back to Madrid. Guy bsf packed all my stuff with me. The day I was leaving, he gave me the biggest hug and said he was so sad we were missing out on like 7 more weeks of school. I left, then got a text from him saying I forgot something....I went back and he KISSED ME! Still the best kiss of my life, to this date.

I flew home, didnt see him all summer. Ended up falling for my (now ex) boyfriend. Guy bsf ended up falling for his (now ex) girlfriend too. Fun fact, his ex and my ex were both of our high school crushes lmao anyways. After the summer, I go back to school. Guy bsf and I immediately fall back into place, but things are off bc both of us are pretty much cuffed.

I end up deciding I want to leave school and move to Panama. I start planning. Guy bsf gets into a motorcycle crash. I'm his emergency contact, he gets a bad leg injury. I end up taking care of him at his place for the next few weeks. During this time, me and my (now ex) boyfriend are getting kinda serious so I start to make boundaries with guy bsf. Guy bsf breaks things off with his girl.

A month later, I'm getting ready to move. Guy bsf and I are preparing our goodbyes, he gives me this BEAUTIFUL letter on the night that I leave. Literally compares me to plato's forms of beauty. (You can read some of it below) and tells me he loves me.

I cry over it. It's the most thoughtful thing I've ever read, but I feel so guilty that I don't feel the same way. I also feel conflicted because my (now ex boyfriend) and I were getting pretty serious, and he was uncomfortable with my guy bsf giving me a love letter. I thank guy bsf, tell him it was so sweet, but we have a conversation about what our friendship needs to look like.

Long story short, guy bsf started to get jealous and kinda mean towards my (now ex) boyfriend. Lowkey, I shouldve listened bc my ex was INSANE. But I was uncomfortable with it and guy bsf and I got into a huge fight, had a huge falling out. He told me he didn't think I was with the right person.

4 years later, we start talking again!!! wohooo

There are SO many details here within 4 years. His friends telling me he said I was the one that got away, my own mother telling me she was sure we would end up together blah blah

[sysig]

Please, do not be frightened (Patreon)

[imkazz]

saiki k is a golden anime.

i finished season 1 just now and. i have feelings. copy pasted from discord as a ranting to @peapodsinspace but i have to recommend the anime now.

i feel like the genre is comedy anime but. there are a lot of dark undertones to it. this is a teenage boy and he has to suffer every single day for powers he doesnt want. it impacts his everyday life and all he wants is to be normal but he doesnt know what normal is despite it being right in his face.

he pushes these people away but they continue coming after him. like real friends. normal friends.

they think of him and like him no matter what he does or acts or anything and. he loves them right back. he does things for them and they try to do things despite the fact that it typically goes wrong or he knows what theyre doing. he doesnt even care that he doesnt get acknowledgement because he doesnt want it.

so like.. i have to mention his friends. kusuo gives them grief constantly. always dissing them, always using their thoughts against them (such as teruhashi and her dislike for kids and bowling). because he can hear them. saiki kusuo not only gets his ideas about them from how they act and what they say, but also by what they think and that is a huge teller because they dont think anyone is listening. this is a private space that kusuo cannot even escape from whether he wants it or not and he is forced to hear and see whatever they think. ive joked about how he is always in gossip but. he literally cannot get out of it because he is such a kind person, that he wants to help.

and he gets to see all sides of them whether they show it or think it. kaidos letter. kaido defending yumeharu. hairos determination. yumeharus dedication. teruhashi and her utility of her own abilities. nendo with his mom and job and how he threw away millions of yen to save a drowning kid. kusuo is always there to see any part of that, and he gets a more in depth experience while choosing friends. should i mention that all those examples are things that kusuo didnt use his powers to observe? they were all things that he used his normal senses to find out or watch or overhear. it is very important to both kusuo himself along with the audience that he didnt use his powers to watch them be themselves and nice in all those situations as a normal teenager.

and i find it important that over time, and these experiences cumulate, that he slowly figures out that these are good, genuine people. sure they can be weird or perverted or cunning, but at the end of the day, they care about him and it only comes out so blatantly when they plan a surprise party specifically for him.

because many of us (hopefully) have wondered. what is inside our friends minds? and saiki has the answer. and he can see that they mean well. he may not understand most people and their emotions, but he knows some basics. and perhaps that could be enough to get him to live normally.

not to mention kuniharu and his convo with kusuo... despite some of the grief i give the man for constantly demanding his son do things for him, he knows his kid well. that convo is totally the pinnacle of their entire relationship, kusuos feelings, his friends.

kusuo mentioned that he doesnt tell his parents about new powers in fear they will demand more things and become lazy but. they care about him and know him. they understand his aversion to friends and know when to help him out or to push him to be around them.

he aided in that surprise birthday party but he also encouraged kusuo to go to his party that his friends threw for him. and he overhears that conversation without his telekinesis. because they actually know him and they all agree upon it. its not as in he is looking into their minds. he hears them through the door.

so he cant come to the conclusion that it was just a private thought that nobody wanted to voice aloud. no, they all agreed upon it. and they all verbally agreed to be nicer. just as his dad had said they would

it was weird seeing saiki kusuo smiling like that because he isnt one to do that and his friends know him well enough to know that (despite the fact kusuo avoids them!!) and they can all agree. they were all very happy to see kusuo smiling but they knew it jsut wasnt right

every time that kuniharu sneaks off to meet with the real saiki k they want, he is always trying to get kusuo to join them as himself

he is always encouraging his son to go hang out with his friends and he is still ready to go along with what kusuo wants. he was probably ready to go back to them after that last convo if kusuo still declined. but his words definitely got to kusuo because there arent that many people in the world who can understand kusuo so well

i know ive made fun of this but everyone around him sees him all wrong in their minds. they see the damsel in distress eyes or the idiot circle eyes. they hear a high pitch and weak voice. but not his parents. kusuos dad actually knows who he is and accepts him and loves him and encourages him to live out his dream of being normal by telling kusuo about what being normal is really like. to have friends who love you and go out of their way to try and make your day. kuniharu has to 'lecture' kusuo in order to get him to understand that the reason he was staying away was not because the classmates were 'bullying' or 'being annoying' from the kindness and love of their own decisions. it was because kusuo was scared of hurting them or disappointing them or even for them to abandon him.

and of course, that is a very common teenage feeling!! the fear of disappointing your friends- of course its normal!! saiki kusuo is a normal kid with not so normal powers attached to him.

[persy-r-bozo]

[m1d-45]

Let it be known that I love writing fluff, and I listen to character audios sometimes. SO! I came up with a cute idea for sagau imposter au. I heard somewhere that Xiao's adeptus form is a bird, so I wonder, what kind of bird? And that got me thinking. Xiao being a little song bird, or perhaps even a cardinal.

Now imagine: while looking for the imposter, Xiao stumbles upon them sitting beneath a tree, just feeding some birds. Said birds are absolutely loving the attention since the creator of Teyvat is giving them food and love!

Xiao watches, rather curious. The creator he knows hates birds, because they always dive and cause problems for them. But now... these little birds have completely abandoned any fear they may hold for human beings, happily landing on the hands and shoulders of this supposed imposter.

So he decides to test something.

Xiao turns into a small bird and approaches cautiously. In his smaller form, he's vulnerable to attack. But the person before him doesn't try to hurt him. Rather, they smile and call him "little friend" as they offer food to him. In his distrust, he bites them with his sharp beak.

His heart shatters when he sees divine blood spilling from the wound.

He's about to fly away, get as far away from here as he can. He found the true creator, and instead of worshipping them, he bit them! He caused them to bleed, he shouldn't even be near them-!

His mind stills when they pet his feathered head.

They murmur kind words to him, apologizing to him. They believed that they had startled him, that he bit to protect himself. They forgave him, they felt no hatred towards him, no anger or disappointment. Instead, they offered some chopped almonds, hoping he'd prefer that over bird seed.

He sang for them as he perched on their shoulder.

After that, he did his best to secretly protect the creator he'd harmed. He would adopt his smaller form and sing for them when they felt sad, and he'd use his human form to guard them from a distance. Yes, it made his chest ache whenever they looked at him with fear when they saw his more human form, but the yaksha only shook it off. It only made sense that you'd be scared. He was a frightening person, one that had tried to harm you before. He refused to try and change your feelings towards him. He didn't have the right.

He would be content to sing for you as a harmless bird.

-sibling anon (sorry if this is out of character for him I just like the idea)

oh….. he’s so soft…..

xiao hovering near the edge of the crowd, at first, drawing your attention since he doesn’t seem to be eating any of the seed you’d passed out.

when he finally hops within arms reach, you reach to nudge some of the food next to him closer, only to quickly whip your hand back. the birds around (on) you all flutter at the sudden movement, but you inspect your finger, the blue blood of teyvat welling up. your instinct is to stick it in your mouth, but that doesn’t seem safe considering a bird bit it, so you dab at it with a napkin.

the bird cries and flaps his wings, distraught, and your heart hurts. poor guy, you probably scared him, moving so quickly.

you pull out some chopped almonds from your pocket. the plan was to have them as a snack, but now… you put a few in your palm and close your hand around it, reaching forward to gently run two fingers over the birds back.

the other birds in the area seemed receptive to that, and this one does too, calming down considerably.

you take your hand back, opening your palm to drop the almonds on the floor, nudging them close before backing off.

“there you go,” you murmur, as the bird dips down to inspect the food. “i won’t hurt you.”

you allow yourself a silent cheer when it eats one of the almond pieces.

you see the small bird fluttering around you often, always on the edge of your vision. it’s easy to identify, the purple patch of feathers on its forehead easily standing out, and you’re always certain to push some food over to it. almonds, not birdseed.

the bird is a dark blue-teal, the underside of its wings a softer blue. it’s like no other bird you’ve seen in liyue, something that quickly catches your attention.

you brush some dirt off you as you stand, noting the way the bird immediately looks up from its food, unlike the others, to flap up into the tree you were sitting under.

you crack a smile, carefully reaching a finger for it. you’re slower this time, cautious of its skittish nature, but it lets you approach. when you carefully pet over its head, the birds eyes close.

your smile grows, and you try not to laugh at how confused the bird seems when you pull your hand away.

“i have to go,” you explain. “the millelith… they’re getting too close again. i won’t be able to see you again, little friend.”

the bird chirps, nearly indignant, and you do laugh this time. putting a small piece of almond on the branch in front of it, you wave goodbye to the other birds, seeing the blue one hadn’t touched the almond.

you frown. hopefully it’ll be alright….

xiao watches you until you’re out of sight, and even then, he stays on the branch.

you…. he’d forgotten you were being hunted by the millelith. he’d forgotten the order to look out for you. he’d forgotten the qixing called you a criminal.

who could blame him? it was easy to forget everything at your side, when you carefully ran your fingers over his feathers, scratching at his jaw with the edge of your nail. yes, he was vulnerable as a bird, but it was easy to be vulnerable with you. it was easy to be open, to sing as best he could in this form, to allow himself close enough to see the way your eyes lit up whenever another bird landed on your outstretched finger.

xiao dropped to the ground, morphing back into his human form. predictably, the birds cawed and flew away quickly. he watched them go, his mind contrasting it with how readily they flocked to you.

you…

he turned to the branch he was on, to the small almond piece left behind. the small symbol of your care, of how you recognized that he didn’t touch the birdseed and instead offered him your own food to eat. normally he wouldn’t lower himself to eating off the ground at all, let along bird food, but almonds weren’t awful and you seemed so happy when he ate..

xiao looked back to where you’d gone, to the sandbearer trees swaying in a soft wind.

he allowed his form to fall away and spread his wings, taking flight on the same breeze that urged you along.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little while longer, if it meant he could spend that time with you.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little longer, if it meant he’d get to spend that time with you.