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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park�� too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 8)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Bird of Flame

Next Chapter: Wait For Me

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Chapter 8: Red Strings of Fate

You brought over the book you had on alternate worlds. It wasn't much help. Talking about how a mirror dimension existed.

Another you is possibly alive in the next universe, but with different circumstances due to a difference in choices made or the environment and all that.

You quickly made your way to the library. Once you arrived, you looked around for Noritoshi. You couldn't find him for the first 5 minutes and thought that he wasn't there yet.

But suddenly two hands placed themselves on either side of your shoulder. You could feel the heat emanating from the body behind you. This feeling… "Noritoshi senpai?"

"Mmmm." You turned around and looked up to see him with a small quirk in his lips. His eyes sparkled with excitement (which was a rare sight to see).

"Come." He led you by your elbow to the desk where books were all spread out. "I did some research and looked into the vision we had on the first day we met." He said as you both took your seats.

"It is possible we had visions of an alternate world. But it's now highly unlikely because of the marks that appeared on our wrists earlier. May I?" He gestured to your hand.

You nodded and handed it to him. He held it so gently, his touch making you shiver slightly. You tried to play it cool, but his eyes shot up to yours and you flushed.

He turned your wrist around to reveal the Phoenix branded on it. It glowed bright red as he stroked it with his thumb. You felt all tingly inside.

He brought out his wrist and put it beside yours. The Phoenix markings were identical in size and shape. But his wasn't glowing yet.

You reached out your hands this time to take his. "May I?" He nodded and you examined his wrist, then ran your thumb over his marking.

As you both expected, it glowed bright red. "So.. what does this mean? For the both of us?" You asked him meekly.

He sighed and took your hands in his. Both of your markings stayed bright red as you held hands. "I've been reading up on soulmates-"

"I know, you took all the books. I couldn't find any when I tried to look it up." You pouted. He chuckled at that. His fingers were now playing and slightly fiddling with yours.

"I think we might still be needing more proof, but this is pretty strong. I asked around the Kamo household as well, and they were able to find out that soulmate bonds are established when red strings actually literally come into existence and bind two people together." Noritoshi continued. He then proceeded to show you all his findings and the books he had so far.

"Hmmmm?? So we are or we aren't?" You pulled back from him, looking confused. "I think we are. My clan has confirmed for me that having past life visions, shared markings, and visible red strings tying two people together makes up a soulmate pair. It seems like we need a bit more time for the strings to manifest." He hummed, reaching over to take your hands into his again.

“Sorry I took time to confirm before I could talk to you about this. It’s been weeks since our first shared vision and I’ve been swamped with clan affairs.” Noritoshi admitted.

You shook your head, “No senpai, I was also doing my research on this. It seems unusual, even for jujutsu sorcerers to have such a shared experience so I could only talk to my family about it. We considered the possibility of seeing an alternate timeline as well, so I couldn’t make any immediate assumptions.”

“You were able to find more than I did though senpai. My parents said soulmates are able to share emotions and possibly thoughts. But that’s rare even for soulmates. I only heard about sharing past life visions, we couldn’t find anything on the marks and red strings. Real soulmates are so rare and interesting; they are said to give birth to children with powerful cursed techniques." You mused while linking and unlinking your fingers through his.

You both stared down at your hands, fingers entwined with each other, marks glowing a low red. It felt warm to hold his hand in yours. Noritoshi was so careful, cradling and caressing your fingers like they were made of glass. His hands were much bigger than yours.

"Thinking that far ahead already? I would like a baby boy." Noritoshi looked at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. You pushed at his chest. "Who said anything about wanting children?"

He looked at you with the most gentle eyes only reserved for you. "Only time will tell what happens, dear y/n."

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The next day, your fellow first years gathered around you (ambushed you??) before the start of class. “Y/n, is something going on between you and Noritoshi?” Mai asked.

“Ahhh uhmm no nothing really.” You were lying through the skin of your teeth here, with the secret of the century literally branded on your skin. “Awwwww, and I thought you looked cute together.” Miwa gushed with a smile.

Mechamaru felt oddly out of place with the girl’s gossip, but he still spoke up “Kamo san seems to favor you from what I see. But hey that’s just me.”

You blushed and sputtered out. Curse you and your honest demeanour. “No, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Hmmmmmmm” Mai stared at you from upclose, seemingly trying to psychoanalyse you. “We’ll see who’s right with time.”

You just laughed nervously, shaking her off. “Mai chan, you’ve been watching too many dramas. I’ll watch one with you later.” And with that you’ve successfully managed to distract your fellow first years into talking about having a movie night. Whew.

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Days passed and still no red strings appeared. You and Noritoshi agreed to take things slow as this is both incredibly new to you. But you had something else to look forward to.

You were finally assigned to your first mission. Luckily (or not? Thanks to Utahime’s suspicions over your relationship) Noritoshi was chosen to accompany you to exorcise a group of 2nd grade curses together.

The night was dark. Now that you’re both out in the forest, the distant lights from the city started to dim. “Watch your step.” Noritoshi warned you. You giggled at him and flew above the branches as he stared slightly affronted. “You should watch your step, Noritoshi senpaiii~,” you sing-songed.

‘How could she have such a cheerful disposition at a time like this?’ he wondered. “Stay close to me.” He ordered. Now knowing that you were a Special Class Jujutsu sorcerer definitely didn’t help his ego in wanting to show off a bit. But he can show it through years of experience.

You smiled at his protectiveness and hovered near him, holding onto his sleeve as usual. Suddenly a black mass came hurtling towards the two of you. Noritoshi prepped his bow and arrows, while you stopped its movement.

You brought it close to you and examined it. "Looks toxic." You said. A screech caught your attention and Noritoshi launched an arrow towards the source of the sound.

The Grade 2 curse jumped out of the shadows, shrieking out loudly causing both of your ears to hurt. It had fast movements, tossing out globs of toxic sludge while rapidly moving through the woods.

You placed one arm around Noritoshi's chest, while the other stretched out towards the grade 2 curse, blocking off all the attacks. “While I’m with you, the attacks won’t reach us senpai. I’ll cover the entirety of our defense.”

Noritoshi smiled and easily manipulated his arrows to hit the curse. It disappeared in a flash. You both turned and smiled at each other. “Well done my dear.” He said.

“You were amazing as well, senpai! But I sense more cursed spirits up ahead. We need to have a look.” You sighed, to which he agreed. You both moved forward until you came to a clearing, which led to a cliff with a sheer drop.

The stench of cursed spirits was almost unbearable, and two more came out rushing at the both of you. They seemingly appeared from the ground, but you noticed how they moved with the shadows.

You quickly pulled out your twin blades and cut one with ease. Noritoshi stayed right behind you, guarding your back as he forced back the other curse with his blood manipulation.

In all the confusion, a massive curse loomed over Noritoshi. It was definitely a grade 1 curse at least, which both of you were not expecting. It had the shape and body of a scorpion, but the face of a white tiger with long blood-red fangs.

It reared up, running towards Noritoshi. So your body acted on pure instinct. “Extension cursed technique: Niflheim”, you froze the curse then rushed towards it.

You tackled the cursed spirit without thinking and plunged your twin swords through its gut while slipping off the edge of the cliff. It faded out of existence as you plunged down.

All your life, you’ve been this carefully crafted, logical, and steady person that is built from hard work and experience.

And yet all of that just flew out of the window when you saw Noritoshi in possible danger. As you fell down, you could hear Noritoshi screaming for your name.

You tried to lift your body with your cursed technique. You slowly gained traction upwards, until red strands of blood wrapped around you.

"Blood Manipulation: Crimson Binding!" Noritoshi chanted and reached down to quickly pull you up. You landed on the hard ground and he released his technique as soon as you were in the clear.

"Are you insane?! Pushing it and jumping off the cliff to exorcise it?! There are so many other ways to take it down with your technique. And I could have dealt with binding it before exorcising it! Why on earth?" Noritoshi gasped out.

He was absolutely livid, red faced and eyes wide open. And that was a major understatement. You just sat on the ground, shell shocked at your own actions and at the way he was yelling your head off.

You messed up big time, and you know this because Noritoshi never raises his voice towards you.

"Why did you risk your life for me?! I could have handled that. And you don't even know me." Noritoshi’s voice was growing hoarse. You felt your throat close up and body tense. It felt like he punched you in the gut. He wasn't entirely wrong. You just met him, and you already put your life at risk to save the man.

But his words stung. They echoed in your mind and heightened your insecurities. It was like he was putting an invisible wall between the both of you. 'You don't know me.' 'I thought I did, or at least it felt like we did with each other'.

Realising that you stayed silent, you looked up at him to see his angry expression growing into something else, like worry.

You quickly smoothed yourself over. "No, apparently I don't. I’m sorry for not knowing you." But you didn't apologise for saving him. That's one thing you would never apologise for. Because that's one of your duties.

A flash of regret appeared across his face. Noritoshi came close to you and took your hands in his and looked into your eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the red strings that burst forth from your joined hands.

You stared in wonder as they wrapped around both your shoulders and bodies to bind you close to each other. You flushed as you stared up at him agape. His eyes were focused on the moving and glowing threads around the two of you before he turned to look at you.

Your eyes met once more and you were thrown into another vision.

"My love, how are you feeling?" A man was sitting beside your bed. You had bandages on your arms and everything felt so heavy. “I’m much better, as a matter of fact I think I could go out right now and get some sunshine.” You smiled.

The man gave the most exasperated sigh, "You're far too reckless. Testing your luck every time. Please, let me protect you and stay by your side."

“Yes yes. Of course, I will always stay by your side. And protect you."

"Protecting me shouldn't entail giving your life up for me. We stay alive together." He said angrily.

"Okay. It's okay." You soothed the man. "We will survive." You whispered as he leaned down to catch your lips tenderly in his.

For all his stoic behaviour, he kissed you so lovingly. Rubbing your back and patting your head softly. You turned to bury your face in the crook of his neck and pressed a deep kiss there.

"Read me a story." You asked him after a period of silence.

He brought out your favorite novel about a Princess who was sent down as a blessing from the Moon. Her father found her inside a bamboo shoot.

She was to live the life of a human, but eventually had to go back up to the heavens.

Unfortunately, she loved her human parents who spoiled her and raised her like a princess. And parting with them was terribly painful.

"I don't know why you enjoy such a depressing story." He sighed after he had finished. His lashes were so long that they were almost resting on his cheekbones.

"It's because their love is beautiful. The love that the daughter had for her parents. The love she had on earth, before she forgot everything and had to return to the moon." You dreamily explained.

He smiled. "Ever such a romantic, my love. I should do better in our relationship to please you."

You snorted, "No you've done well. It is fine as we are." You elbowed him jokingly.

But he turned to you so seriously, "I love you so much, my dear. You don't-"

The vision ends abruptly before the man could end his sentence. Your arms were now wrapped around Noritoshi's waist and his were around yours. You simply stared at each other for a while.

"Noritoshi senpai… so it's true, you're my other half." You murmured. Your pinkies were linked by the red flowing thread.

He hugged you tightly. "Yeah. And you're mine."

Everything was very quiet. You felt his nervousness, but it felt right. To hold him in your arms like this. It was like you found a piece to yourself that was missing all your life.

Noritoshi carefully brushed away the hair from your face, before leaning down to press his slightly shaky lips against your cheek. It was such a sweet gesture that you leaned to it.

You both were clearly out of your element. The idea of being in a relationship was very new to you. You've never dated before, but all the sudden the heavens dropped your soulmate right into your lap.

"Don't ever do that again." He said, lips brushing against your cheek.

You blinked. "What?"

"I won't blame you for trying to protect me. But think properly and don't be reckless when you act. I'm capable and strong as well. I don't want you to get hurt." He said.

His earlier words came rushing back to you. ‘You don’t know me.’ Your heart dropped. But you replied, "Okay Senpai."

He pulled you up as the red strings faded from view, "Let's patrol the area to make sure everything is clear then head back."

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

[potionsprefect]

A Home With Love

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: After a bad day at work, Ethan cannot wait to get home

Rating: T (one swear word)

Category: fluff

The clock chimed at 7pm, it was pitch black outside, the sky covered by clouds but the small balls of light from the thousands of stars were peeking out through the clouds.

Ethan pulled himself away from the view of his office and sorted out the last of his paperwork, before he filed it away and pulled on his coat.

His eyes cast towards the two photos on his desk, one of his wife smiling with the blue sea behind her, the other of his two children who were covered in paint and looked as if they were trying not to laugh. Ethan smiled at the two photos, ready to go home, back to family life where he belonged.

Ethan walked out of his office and down the corridor, nodding to the several nightshift staff who had just started their shifts for the evening. As he walked out the hospital, he was met with the cold December air, snow was beginning to fall slowly from the sky.

Ethan got into his car. He really should either get the train or bus to the hospital in order to do his part for the environment, but the drive to work in the mornings was the only time Ethan got any peace.

Before he started the engine, he took a few deep breaths. Today had overall, been a shit day.

In the morning, an intern had given a patient the wrong medication which then caused a seizure. The patient survived thankfully and Ethan spent 15 minutes lecturing the intern on reading everything properly before handing out the correct treatment. It was like teaching a child how to read.

Then a massive trauma came in and because Mass Kenmore had power issues, Bloom Edenbrook had to take all the critical patients. And a fire at a factory meant all hands on deck.

The fire was so severe not many people survived. Ethan was sure he had called at least 8 or 9 deaths within half an hour. And that was always the worst part of being a doctor.

Ethan pulled out of the car park and down the road, stopping at the red lights. He looked out at the couples inside restaurants, laughing and holding hands at the tables.

A painful memory suddenly flooded his mind. Earlier on that day, a young couple came into the hospital after being in a car crash. The woman survived but the man did not and Ethan had to break the news to her. As he watched her digest the news and then not surprisingly break down, he felt small tears in the corner of his eyes, knowing it could’ve easily been him in that situation.

Before he knew it, Ethan was pulling into the driveway of their home. Snow was falling heavier than before, already beginning to set on the ground. Ethan saw a light on in the big house and looked through the window where he saw his two children on their knees colouring something in whilst his wife was sat on the sofa reading a magazine. Ethan smiled at the scene he saw, ready to join his family for a quiet evening.

Ethan locked his car and put his key in the front door turning it, the heat from the home hitting him instantly. As he took his shoes off two small humans suddenly threw their arms around him.

“Daddy!” The excited voices of Luke and Lily Ramsey squealed as they hugged Ethan tightly.

“How are my two favourite humans?” Ethan grinned wrapping an arm around each of them.

“We had the best day ever!”

��Why don’t you show Daddy what Auntie Sarah bought you today?” A voice said. Ethan looked up and saw Victoria leaning against the frame, arms folded, an amused smirk on her face.

The twins let go of Ethan and ran into the living room as Victoria chuckled stepping closer to him.

“Was that just a plan to get a moment alone with me?” Ethan grinned.

“It worked didn’t it? I figured you could do with the peace and quiet a little longer.” Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck.

“How kind of you.” Ethan grinned.

“How was your day?”

“Awful, I’ll tell you about it later.” Ethan sighed.

“I’ll get you a glass of scotch. Why don’t you go and see what our little monsters got from Sarah today.” Victoria gave Ethan a quick kiss before she headed to the kitchen. Ethan took off his coat and headed into the living room where Luke and Lily were.

“Look Daddy! We got new colouring books from Auntie Sarah!” Lily held the book in front of him.

“Wow! Aren’t you both lucky!” Ethan pretended to be amazed by the book.

“Yeah! And she sent us lots of colouring pens as well!” Luke said.

“We’ve been using them all day. Although Mummy had to wash me after I got pen on my face.” Lily giggled.

Ethan smiled fondly at the scene as his two young children continued colouring in. He felt lucky that his family were still there for him to come home to at the end of the day. The families of those who died today will be grieving tonight. Ethan felt lucky he wasn’t going through that.

“Daddy? Are you ok?” Luke tugged on his sleeve.

“Come here you two.” Ethan opened his arms and the twins moved forward to hug him. Ethan wrapped an arm around each of them, holding them tightly. “You know how much I love you? That will never change.”

“Are you sad?” Lily looked at him her striking green eyes looked sad themselves.

“Sometimes it’s okay to be sad as well as being happy. I always ask people to tell me how they’re feeling.” Ethan replied.

“And then you can make them better?” Luke asked.

“Most of the time yes.”

“Coming home to us today has definitely made Daddy feel better. Because you two are the most important people in his life. And that will remain constant forever.” Victoria, who had been listening by the door, knelt down on the floor as she put Ethan’s glass on a nearby table.

“What about you Mummy?” Lily asked as she went to hug Victoria.

“I feel the exact same way sweetheart. And I hope you will always remember that.” Victoria smiled kissing the side of Lily’s head.

The family of four did some colouring in before the twins got sleepy. Victoria and Ethan carried them to bed and helped them into their pyjamas before they tucked them in and headed back downstairs.

“Do you want something to eat?” Victoria asked when they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“In a minute. Can we just sit down for a bit?” Ethan said. Victoria nodded and took his hand as she led them to the sofa, wrapping him up in her arms as she swung her legs onto the sofa so she was lying horizontally.

“So what happened today? And tell me everything, starting from the beginning.” Victoria ran her hand through his hair as Ethan laid his head on her chest.

Ethan sighed contently, the sensation making him feel warm and safe. “Well it started out with an intern not knowing basic comprehensive skills, then there was a massive fire at a local factory and because of Kenmore’s power issue we got every casualty. And then a young couple came in from a car crash, one of them didn’t survive and I had to break the news to the other.” Ethan sighed, the events of the day catching up to him.

“No wonder you’re exhausted. How about I take your mind off it all.” Victoria suggested.

“And how would you do that?” Ethan asked looking up at Victoria with a smile.

“I’ve already started.” Victoria smiled as she reached for Ethan’s scotch glass. “Now you mister just sit there and I’ll bring in your dinner.” She kissed his cheek before heading to the kitchen and brought him his dinner no less than 10 minutes later.

“Some things never change.” Ethan grinned as Victoria placed some chicken in front of him.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for tradition.” Victoria winked.

It didn’t take long for Ethan to finish the meal, he didn’t realise just how hungry he was. Once he had finished he pulled Victoria into his arms and she snuggled against his side.

“Thank you.” Ethan mumbled into her hair.

“I’ll always take care of you. Remember that. Even when you’re being grumpy.” Victoria smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s ok if you’re not.”

“Yeah I’m ok. Really.” Ethan replied.

“Why don’t you take tomorrow off? Spend the day with us. We can do something as a family.” Victoria suggested.

“And leave the diagnostics team in the hands of Harper?” Ethan teased.

“Could be worse I suppose.” Victoria shrugged.

“You make a compelling argument. And as per usual, you’re always right.” Ethan squeezed her in affection.

“So does that mean you will?”

“I better go turn off my alarm.” Ethan smiled.

Victoria leaned up and kissed him, cupping his face in her hands whilst his gripped her waist. Ethan could feel her smiling into the kiss before breaking away.

“Thank you.” Victoria smiled.

“No thank you. For always being there for me.” Ethan smiled before kissing her again.

The couple laid on the sofa, happy and content, the fire crackling in the distance and the snow continuing to fall heavy outside the window.

Life couldn’t get much better than right now.

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[yamagucji]

love letters from cupid.

dear lovely anons,

i cherish every bit of interaction we have. im extremely grateful to know that there are people out there who read and enjoy my works. hm, hope you know that i care about each of you. honestly sometimes i just wanna make a post dedicated to each of you but idk!! if you’ll see it or not. hopefully this bit is enough to let you know how much i appreciate every single one of you. thank you.

dear readers,

thank you for reading my works. it’s comforting to know that there are people out there who will check out something that i’ve slapped on together with every bit of my effort. to those of you who have consistently supported my works in silence- you know who you are. im just... keeping my distance because ya’ll are really just minding your own business while i get giddy about seeing you pop up in my notifications again. im hoping to get around and send a ty note to as many special readers n special ppl on this blog. but im a little shy, so i hope you’ll give me some time. seeing you in my notifications from time to time makes me happy; sometimes i do wonder if you’re still here and in good health. i hope you all are right now. thank you.

dear dani,

what a wonderful being you are. never regretting the first time i *shyly* asked if there was anyone that wanted to be friends here. i probably already talk about my love for you and vera so much but who’s gonna stop me? you’re such a cool person. i look up to you (literally). i think it’s amazing to get to know a person who has a lot of passion for history like me. but also- screams about 2d men with me. truthfully, this site is much more bearable having you as a moot. i feel very comfortable talking to you, about anything at all. lomve you, you’re the best.

dear mayya,

kindness personified. im sure you’ve made a plethora of people smile with every rb and comment you’ve given; including me. i think it’s very refreshing to see such genuine comments. you radiate this calm aura that im always seeking for. thank you, for providing me (and many other people) with that. a little embarrassing that you see my uhm, messy sideblog, but... it’s comforting i think. to know that someone is listening. i hope that you understand it goes the other way around too— that i’m here for you.

dear hrituja,

my partner of chaos. when did it start? i can’t remember. all i know is that every little thing you send me on instagram really makes my day. i’ll have bad days and all i need to do is look at the silly stuff you sent me and get a laugh out of it. i think it’s cool that we’ve been able to build this space where we can talk about anything (literally), poke fun of each other, and also ourselves. you’re cool. i genuinely like hearing you go off about ace. if i could meet a moot it’d probably be you unless you’re secretly a fraud and you’re actually just a 80 yr old man looking for a sugar babie. in that case im in.

dear oz,

you overly sweet bean. i genuinely watch you in awe from afar, just by how talented and hardworking you are. your art is amazing, and i always look forward to the design you make for your oc’s outfits. thank you for understanding me, and for being patient with me. i care about you a lot, so if there’s ever anything that’s occupying your mind and you need to let them out, i’m here to listen. ps. i really don’t know any other mutual who listens to *that* comfort stuff like i do so im really thankful to have someone to talk about them with. you can always share your interests with me too, especially with your dearest tendou.

dear tate,

im such in awe of you. just the fact that you devote a lot of your time into writing and setting up the theme for your blog astounds me. not to mention, your art skills as well. i am still very much in love with that bokuto piece you made with the hanging leaves. i hope you know that bokuto loves you just as much as you do to him. i know you’re writing up something special atm, so i’m really looking forward to it. thank you for all the time you’ve spared just to send me an ask. it truly does mean a lot to me. it feels like someone is listening, and i’m very appreciative of having you as my dear mutual. please know that i’m here to support you too, with the best of my abilities.

dear winx club,

[ @wissbby @kageruna @pinkbunnyplushie @astrooliver @lovingtobio @kenmaki @lfjr @lcsbianist ]

im such a clutz, but thank you for dealing with me. i was little nervous to start up such a discord server because im bad at staying in one. though, the warm environment that you all provide makes me feel much more at ease. i think it’s funny popping in to the server and seeing a few people spamming the chat with hugs, headpats and kisses. it’s sweet, too. being in a group discord can get overwhelming for some people, so i appreciate you all for having that patience. another thing- thank you for understanding each other’s boundaries. its hard to be aware all the time especially when you’re interacting with people you don’t know to at a very personal level. im glad that you all helped each other make the space comfy. i look forward to more chaotic and genuine talks with all of you in the future. maybe we’ll still be in touch with each other after a long while? who knows. but im going to cherish every single moment i get with you all.

dear @nishinoya-is-baby @keitsukki11 @sullen-angel24 @smolbludandelions @whootwhoot @cheatingthroughthislife @tadashi-simp @oikaw-ugh @lostsealscreams @sleepykarabou @atsunflower @lfjr @globe-fish @bewwybun @tetsoleil @sleepykarabou @justcafewriter @rin-suna @atsumusc0ck @waitforitillwritemywayout @dorkyhaikyu @yemilnisu @sunseteyes @kenmaki @kenanami,

goodness, i would write you all individual messages if time let me. but, i hope this is alright. i just wanted to thank you all for interacting with some dummy like me because that shit takes real patience </3 y’all are some really cool people and im really glad to have you as a moot. im ngl im pretty sure i’ve stopped by all your inboxes just to forget to actually send an ask :’( or maybe im too shy. one or the other. hopefully i can come around to all your ask boxes soon and fill it with my love because it’s what you all deserve. ya’ll are such amazing and talented people. for the love of god- you have all my love and care in the world. i hope that these past few weeks have been gentle with you, but if not, please let yourself rest from whatever it is that may be putting you down. here’s a gentle reminder that im always here to listen, and i wouldn’t judge you for whatever it is it may be. thank you for being so kind to me, and i hope to return that as well. take care.

@insanitywrites @derpeedoo @killuababie @lespaghetti @ordinary-ace

i haven’t told you this until now but, thank you for giving me company and comfort during a time that i was deeply struggling.

ps. if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes no u did not see that <3

[mangozcat]

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. lee donghyuck x fem!reader  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. he hates summer. he has such a hatred for leaving his house, spending time in the burning hot sand and doing anything besides playing video games at home. that’s why, when you suddenly show the boy a piece of your mind about how he stole the corndog you ordered from the truck nearby, he slightly warms up to the idea of summer.

𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎. @marklyxxi​ nik my beautiful ray of sunshine!! I was gonna dedicate this to you even before we talked about it in our dm’s, to be honest. it’s been such a wonderful ride so far, and why not show that in a story? this story was honestly inspired by my original hatred for making mutuals (mainly because of drama on my previous blog) and how you came along and just made it disappear like k bro I see you. much love babe <3, and if you’re reading, I hope you enjoy!

𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. he enjoyed the trips, liked the sun, but he hated the blistering heat and endless girls at the beach throwing themselves at him, and of course, he’d also just rather be inside. indoors had air conditioning and gaming setups. and what did outside have? some tumbleweeds, most likely. not like haechan left his house enough to know.

overall, summer had far more cons than pros, in his opinion.

that’s why, as he was forced to sit out in the sun, staring out at some ocean shore, he felt nothing but annoyance towards his friend. it wasn’t his choice to be at the beach, he was left with no other option when jeno threatened to take away his computer. after all, who would willingly go to some sand-filled land that always burned your feet, had potentially dangerous sea creatures washing up every day, and held very high risk of death by drowning.

yes, because some people do in fact sign up to be a lifeguard, only to stay on their phone the entire shift without a care in the world for that one swimmer struggling to stay above the water. or several, depending on what business days the ocean chose to show up for work.

“you should maybe stop glaring at the water as if it hurt you,” jeno said, an eyebrow raised as he glanced over at his friend. haechan only responded with a short, meaningless hum beneath his breath. rolling his eyes, jeno took a handful of sand and tossed it in the other’s direction, grinning maliciously.

he merely narrowed his eyes, not amused at jeno’s antics. turning back towards the tide, he muttered under his breath about how gaming would be far more eventful than staring at the ocean mindlessly. to which jeno replied with a curt, “then stop staring at the ocean and be productive, you fucking dumbass.”

haechan was, yet again, not amused.

“look,” jeno said blankly, shaking haechan’s shoulders to grab his attention. the boy looked at him, although reluctantly, through his bangs. “I brought you here to help you get out of that house, idiot. not to torture you or bother you, but because I somewhat care about my roommate.”

“yeah, yeah,” haechan said, huffing out. it might not have been jeno’s intentions, but bringing him to the beach alone was bothersome. what was he supposed to do here? all he knew was online, electronic. and suddenly his environment is changed so drastically that it made his head spin.

what was a gamer supposed to do at the beach, with no electronics?

haechan glanced around, taking in the sight of the beach for what seemed like the first time since arriving. there were plenty of people in the water, splashing around joyously. somewhere down the sandy plain was a volleyball net, where children were tripping while chasing after the ball, not mindful of their feet whatsoever. but, every time, they managed to get up, smile, and return to what they were doing. there was a food truck near the entrance, and he smiled to himself at the sight of one of his favorite things: food.

“and of course, I don’t want you to be a virgin forever,” jeno concluded, making haechan immediately groan. he wasn’t a virgin, and jeno knew that pretty well, but it was always going to be a running joke that he was; all because jeno, and several of their friends, thought that he couldn’t dedicate more to a girl than he was dedicating to his games.

maybe they weren’t too far off. simply elbowing his friend in the side, haechan pointed towards the food truck. jeno grinned at the sight, saying, “oh, so now you’re interested in the beach? wow, if only I had known that all it took was food, I definitely would’ve bribed you sooner.”

“y’know, I suddenly don’t want food anymore.” haechan huffed out, glaring at his friend. jeno immediately frowned, holding up his hands in surrender at the genuine look of annoyance on his friend’s face.

“fine, fine!” jeno said, breaking into a smile as he quickly dropped his hands to tickle viciously at haechan’s sides. the boy yelped out, his cries quickly turning into laughs of both joy and pain. haechan couldn’t determine which was more powerful as his brain quickly mushed over at the brain numbing sensation.

“s-stop it!” he cried out, tears forming in his eyes as he clutched at his stomach with one hand while another weakly reached to clasp around jeno’s wrist. jeno simply laughed loudly, continuing his torment. when haechan finally seemed to have enough (mostly because he was whining about how he was gonna pee himself soon), jeno finally stopped.

giving haechan some time to recover from the abuse, jeno waited patiently, chuckling occasionally at his friend’s expense, until finally speaking. reaching his hands back to haechan’s sides, making him cry out even though he wasn’t touching him, he said, “do you promise to attempt to have fun?”

“n-nope!” haechan said, giggling mischeviously as he tested his friend.

jeno simply shook his head, putting his hands on haechan’s sides finally, ready to start tickling again (but with no remorse this time), hyuck immediately cried out, whacking his hands away. whining about how he was “sensitive”, he finally agreed to attempt having fun at a place he despised.

his first idea had been to go to the food truck. if he was going to have fun at the beach, the only reasonable explanation for it would be the endless supply of snacks in his stomach. of course, it just so happened that when he arrived, they were fresh out of what he wanted most; corndogs.

“well, promise over, I tried. can we go home now?” haechan said eagerly, turning to walk towards the direction of where jeno’s car was parked. instead, he was met with the man’s hand on his shoulder, turning him back around with a tsk under his breath.

“nice try,” jeno said, nodding to himself before straightening his expression completely. “but no.”

haechan whined as jeno pushed him, using both hands on his back to force him forward, sliding him soundly. he started ranting loudly, making jeno groan out as he was forced to carry both his mental and physical weight back to where their towels were on the ground.

“it’s actually impossible to have fun at this place, jen,” he said matter-of-factly, even pointing a finger up to further accentuate his point. “it’s hot outside, the water is freezing- and you know I don’t do well in climates where the temperatures are completely opposites at times! -and they’re fresh out of corndogs, and I have no phone!”

when he didn’t hear a complaint or argument from jeno, he turned around. suddenly realizing that jeno had stopped pushing him at one point and that he was ranting to himself, standing alone in the middle of the beach, he nodded. “ok, well that’s not awkward at all.”

he stumbled over to a nearby towel- one that he swears is his -and sat down, leaning back to stare up at the clouds. realizing that was a dumb idea as the sun burned a simmering beam of light right into his eyes, he covered them. seeing red, rainbow colored specks behind his eyelids, he sighed to himself. he hadn’t even been at the beach for an hour and he was already, as expected, miserable and bored out of his mind.

sitting up, he rested his chin on his knees as he glanced around. he could’ve sworn he left a bag with sweats laying right at the end of the towel. jeno must’ve put them in his car, haechan thought inwardly. continuing his inspection, he suddenly spotted it; a gleaming, greasy, yummy looking corndog.

it was just sitting there, in all it’s glory, making his mouth water.

he deserved the snack. he wasn’t too sure why it was there or how it had gotten there, but he, yet again, assumed that jeno had worked his magic to get him a corndog. after all, he did want the boy to have a good time; and what better way than to get him a corndog, like he wanted?

eagerly reaching his hand toward the plated snack, he immediately bit into the food. it tasted good, but yet again, he expected no different.

until, of course, it was whacked out of his hand with a sandal. haechan immediately yelped at the burning sensation erupting on his hand, rubbing at the soft skin. he glanced up at the attacker, eyes widening when he saw a girl standing before him, looking furiously as she eyed, not him, but the corndog laying in the sand a few meters away.

oh.

well, that’s not good.

he hopped up, sending her a charming smile before darting away, panicking inside as he ran to the opposite side of the beach, where he realized his towel was. fucking dumbass, he said in his head, should’ve realized that wasn’t mine at first.

he had many regrets, but taking a bite of that corndog wasn’t one of them. or at least, he confidently said that in his head before realizing that the girl was right behind him. he turned at the feeling of a tap on his shoulder, having to glance down slightly to meet eyes with her. she had her eyes narrowed, arms crossed over her chest, sandal still in hand.

under any other circumstances, he would’ve found the girl attractive. but he had enough common sense to realize that it wasn’t a moment to fantasize when she looked murderous.

“now listen here, you corndog thief!” she bit out, jutting her bottom lip out in a pout as she thought of her words carefully. cute, he thought as her facade dropped for a moment. “that was the last corndog and I paid four of my precious dollars for it, sir, so you better buy me another one.”

“but they’re out!” he whined, annoyed at the thought of obeying her. she suddenly snapped her head at him, pushing close, looking like a snake ready to bite. he yelped, jumping back a short distance before rasping out a, “ok, ok! fine, I’ll buy you another corndog when they make some more.”

jeno wrapped an arm around haechan’s shoulder, chewing a corndog between his teeth as he grinned at the two. they both looked at him, surprised and furious. he only smiled to himself, taking a slow and teasing bite as he said, “sorry, guys, this is the last one.”

and haechan swore he had never tackled someone sooner.

he still owed the girl a corndog, but when she jumped to immediately help him tickle jeno until the corndog stuck to the sand beneath them, he figured it wouldn’t be so bad if he had to come back to repay his debt.

[god7072therescue]

Mysme Fluff Week 2020 Day 3/ Household Chores

Hello everyone!! I know its been a loooong while, but I am wanting to dip my toes back into writing and reviving this blog! I thought the perfect way to do this is to contribute to the amazing fluff of @mmfluffweek. We all need this right now, right? So here is one of my contributions to this hella cool project! 

The fic is about Zen cleaning his apartment when MC is about to move in. Hope You guys like it! 

You can find my master list here! 

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Zen wore a large grin on his face as he stared at the time on his cell phone. It was almost midnight, early in the evening for him. A picture of MC and himself holding one another in a playful embrace let out a bright light among the dark space around him. He watched a minute pass before he turned his phone off and leaned back into his chair with a content sigh. 

Tomorrow was finally the day MC would be moving into his apartment. Not just staying the night, nor staying for a weekend, but actually living with him. She would never have to pry herself away from his too tight hugs when she would have to return home again. The thought made Zen feel giddy, almost like he was back in high school reading through theater scripts for the first time. 

His eyes scanned over the apartment, trying to imagine the little touches she would add as she made herself at home. How many of her paintings would she hang on the walls? How much of his and her stuff would have to be put in storage so the two could live in a harmonious space? Whatever the answer was, he knew it would be the best because MC would finally be living with him. This would become their home. 

However, the longer Zen inspected the apartment, he began to notice some aspects that would need to change when MC arrived. Has his place always been this messy? There were empty beer cans laying on the ground along with sheet mask wrappers from the nights before. Were those crumbs on the carpet always there when MC stayed over? Dust was on almost every surface, especially on his dinosaur of a computer. Would he finally be able to get rid of his outdated computer? MC had jokingly mentioned that she would be bringing her PC with her to replace Zen’s relic of a computer. He pouted playfully at the time but was secretly relieved because damn the thing was terribly slow. 

A rising feeling of urgency began to rush through him. Did he expect his jagiya to come live in this? This environment was no place for MC! MC deserved to arrive to a spotless apartment to create her new home with him. He called her his princess on a daily basis, but this new palace is definitely not worthy of her. As he pondered the thought longer, he came to wonder how in the hell MC dealt with this constantly cluttered space. He could use his busy lifestyle as an excuse, but MC was just as busy as he was and still managed to keep her apartment decent at least. 

Zen sprung to his feet in a slight panic as he realized just how little time he had to clean the apartment before her early morning arrival. If he worked efficiently and effectively, he could manage to make the apartment bearable. This meant Zen could not afford to find items he thought were lost and stand around to reminisce about them. He threw his ivory hair into a ponytail as he began to make a mental list of what to focus on first.

Thus, began the long evening of Zen’s cleaning journey. His journey consisted of and is not limited to: 

Making a valiant effort to avoid nostalgia but failing miserably every time he would find a lost photo or ticket stub 

Wondering how one man could consume so much beer in a short amount of time

Quickly throwing out cigarette boxes found in mysterious places

Being amazed at how much of his and MC’s hair was found lying around 

Throwing out all of his sauces because they were expired

Hastily washing, drying, and folding laundry 

Putting the dinosaur computer out of its misery 

Creating a coin jar for all of the loose change he found

Cursing Yoosung for the amount of potato chip bags and crumbs under the cushion of the couch

Sweeping, mopping, and vacuuming in a near sprint

Tripping over the vacuum cord multiple times 

The bathroom

By the time Zen considered his cleaning activities dealt with, he collapsed into clean bedsheets at 5:00 AM. He was startled awake by a loud knock on his apartment door. The sudden, loud noise caused him to jolt out of bed with a loud curse. “Hyun? Are you awake?” The familiar voice soothed the panic in Zen’s chest. It was his MC at the door, waiting to be let in one last time before she had a key of her very own. Just the thought of it brought a lopsided smile to Zen’s face. “Give me a moment, jagiya!” He had his teeth brushed, deodorant on, and a baseball cap on his head in record time before he greeted his jagiya. He laughed lightly when he heard the light pings of a mobile rhythm game MC had played around him a good bit. When he opened the door, he reveled in the sight of her angelic face scrunched up in determination. “Now you give me a moment, “She muttered in sheer concentration, “I’m about to beat this level.” He leaned against the doorway as he watched her. She looked ready to put in some work based on the outfit she chose for the day. Her hair was thrown under a baseball cap, an old paint stained T-shirt he’d seen her take naps in, and a pair of his old grey sweatpants she took from him early in their relationship had never looked so beautiful on her. MC let out a soft “yes” in victory then quickly put her phone in her pocket. Her eyes looked joyous when she lifted her head to speak with him, but they quickly turned concerned when she saw the dark circles under Zen’s eyes. “Zenny, did you get any sleep last night?” She brought her hand up to softly cup his cheek, “You look exhausted.” Zen was caught up peering deeply into the depths of her warm eyes before giving MC a sheepish smile, “I was too excited to sleep.” That was not a lie. He just didn’t want to tell her he spent the entire night frantically cleaning. Her face was slightly flushed in worry, but all of the cleaning he had done the night before was all worth it. Her being happy and comfortable was what mattered most to him. Losing a few hours of sleep was a small price to pay.

His eyes roamed over her face to memorize exactly how she looked before him. This was an important milestone for the two of them, he wanted to make sure he captured the moment. Maybe they could take a picture as a memento if she was not too tired after this.

Over the course of their relationship, Zen wondered if she could get anymore beautiful with each passing day. Today was not an exception. Her face was bare, probably because she knew she would be sweating during the day. She had always been self-conscious without make up, but he could not understand why. She was stunning regardless. He had always told her he would find his jagiya gorgeous whether she wore makeup or not. She looked at him with a glowering expression before standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the lips. The feeling of her soft lips caused him to lose his train of thought for a moment, so much so, he missed the bill of her baseball cap forcing his own to fall off of his head. She giggled as she leaned back to see his bed head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” The timbre of her voice was playful as she picked up his hat for him. She handed it back with a content sigh. The look on her face was one he recognized from their time together. This relaxed expression was what she wore when she was curled up on the couch reading her favorite book with a lit candle on the nightstand beside her. This expression meant she felt comfortable. At home. 

He took the hat from her gently and placed it back on his head. A newfound energy was flowing through him as he looked down at her serene, beautiful face. He was ready to experience the scenarios he had imagined of her making a place in his home and it looked like she was too. “You ready to start our little adventure, jagiya?” He held out his hand to her as he pushed himself from the doorframe. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly, almost in an unspoken promise. “I’ve been looking forward to this for months, Hyun.” 

Hearing his name from her lips filled his chest with pride as he began to lead them down the hallway. “Then let’s make it happen, jagiya.” 

With the combined determination of the couple, they were able to move all of her belongings into the apartment by late afternoon. Zen made a point to carry as many boxes as he could to show MC how strong her prince is. He also didn’t want her to overexert herself; his princess deserved to be taken care of. 

Now thoroughly exhausted, Zen sat on the couch as he watched MC unpack her belongings while humming to herself. Little trinkets she had collected over the years were piling up on Zen’s coffee table as she organized them by which room they would be in. She looked as if she was already at home. The domestic aura was enough for him to let his mind wander towards the future. Is this what having a family meant?

MC had always had this effect on him, no matter where they were or what they were doing. He didn’t feel the constant need to defend and fight for the right to be loved as he did when he lived with his parents. Since the beginning, MC had always supported Zen and made him feel valued. Hell, after one week she had made him feel more loved than he had ever felt in his life.

This milestone felt like a second chance at finding and building his own family with her. 

He was pulled from his thoughts when MC plopped on the couch beside him, pulled her legs underneath her, and leaned into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder as he immediately placed his arm around her. 

“Did you clean the apartment for me, Hyun?” Her voice was laced with appreciation as she lifted her head slightly so she could study his face. 

His cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment as he pulled her closer to him. “Well of course, jagiya, my princess deserves the absolute best.” She kissed his cheek before nestling her head back on his shoulder. “It looks wonderful, Hyun. Thank you.” He felt her relax into his side as she looked around the apartment herself. There were still many boxes that needed to be unpacked and almost all of the rooms needed to be rearranged, but they both knew it would all be worth it in the end. 

She took his hand in hers and began to idly stroke the inside of his palm. The feeling of her fingers grazing against his skin brought him a sense of peace. He made a soft noise of approval and placed a small kiss on the top of her head. This was exactly what Zen imagined every day since the two had started dating. Just the two of them enjoying each other’s presence, not thinking of when one would have to leave the other. 

“Let’s have a relaxing night tonight, Hyun,” MC said in a tranquil voice, “The boxes will be here tomorrow.” Zen’s heart melted at her suggestion. “That sounds absolutely perfect, MC.” The evening consisted of face masks, take out, massages, and a movie marathon before the two dozed off in the each other’s arms on the couch. Just as Zen was dozing off, thoughts of MC feeling like home drifted through his mind.

[summerpogue]

Paradise on Earth / Part One

first post on the new blog!! I’ve got a love for JJ Maybank that cannot be satiated, thus the birth of this blog and series! No idea how many parts it’s gonna be, TBD on that. Send me your OBX requests!! & let me know if you want to be put on the taglist for this! not yet edited

Word Count: 1,600+

Warnings: drinking, weed, cursing....... typical obx shit

gif credit: @maequil​

Crickets chirped in the distance as Y/N shuffled through the darkness, hands digging in her backpack for keys as she took deep breaths, trying to quell the flush on her cheeks and thump of her heart. The parking lot was empty, spare the sleek rental car she now stood in front of and her heart sank as her eyes pulled away from the contents of her bag to the rather sad looking deflated tire. “This is not fucking happening,” she sighed, eyes now glancing at her watch and another sigh left her lips as the delicate golden hands told her that her father was fast asleep by now. 

Her eyes fluttered shut as she heard a familiar voice behind her and she internally groaned, “you just don’t wanna leave, do you?” She turned to see the same blond-haired, blue-eyed boy that told her the club had closed not even ten minutes ago. She’d muttered embarrassed apologies, and darted away from those baby blues as fast as she could, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment and herself. He’d changed, no longer wearing a uniform; a distressed tee and cut-off jeans hung loosely on his frame and she couldn’t help but think he looked better this way, more comfortable and himself. She noticed a near-perfectly rolled joint between his lips as he crossed the distance between them.

“It seems that way, doesn’t it?” She glanced at her wheel and back at him, “I’m guessing Uber’s not a thing out here.”

He snorted, “no it’s not, Kook like you doesn’t have a chauffeur?” She narrowed her eyes and snatched the joint from his lips, pulling a Zippo from her back pocket before lighting it.

“What’s a Kook?” She exhaled a puff of smoke and handed it back to the boy and she felt her cheeks flush again as their eyes met.

“Kooks are those who live on Figure 8, i.e you.” He gestured to the car beside them, “Pogues live on the Cut, i.e me.” He gestured to himself. He passed her the joint and nudged her shoulder, urging her to walk with him and despite the distant voice in her mind warning her of stranger danger, she chose to follow. “How long have you lived here?”

“Barely two weeks,” she took a drag, “I’m still pretty much living out of boxes. So, I take it you don’t really like Kooks.” She said, a small smile on her lips as she passed him the joint.

“Most of ‘em. I’m pretty sure they think Pogues were bred to work for them.” He let out a breathy laugh as he exhaled smoke, “I gotta say, you don’t really…” he gestured towards her, “look like you belong here.” She glanced down at herself and let out a laugh. The well-worn Jimi Hendrix shirt tucked into high-waisted shorts, frayed with hand-embroidered flowers definitely didn’t scream high-society like the club to their left. 

“I don’t think I do, I’ve lived in Los Angeles most of my life. Mom got me in the divorce, but in a rather unceremonious turn of events I’m now one-half orphaned and teen homelessness is generally frowned upon so…” she stretched her arms outward, “Outer Banks it is.” His eyes softened and she sighed, “don’t do that. We’re strangers, you don’t have to give me pity eyes.” 

He cleared his throat and shook his head, “no pity eyes here, darlin’.” He slowed as they approached a scrappy looking bike and she looked up at him with wide eyes, “it’s not like your spaceship, but it’ll get you home if you’d like?” He asked a little awkwardly as he lightly leaned against it and passed the joint back to her.

“The spaceship’s not mine, my dad rented it for me. My car is still in LA, just waiting for it to get shipped out. I wanted to drive, but I was worried Poppy might not make it all the way cross-country.”

“Poppy?”

“My car, ‘64 beetle, same exact color as Himalayan blue poppies, she’s seen better days but… she’s my baby.” She passed him the joint and watched as he took the last hit and snuffed it out on the bottom of his boot. He went to toss it on the ground but she stopped him, taking it and stuffing it in her back pocket, “environment and all,” she said softly, “it’s not the spaceship, it’s better.” She nodded her head at the bike, “I’d love a ride home, thank you for asking. It’s really generous of you.”

“No sweat darlin’,” he grabbed the helmet off the side and handed it to her, “but on second thought… would you wanna come hang with me and my friends? Meet some more Pogues before the Kooks have a chance to brainwash you?” 

She laughed, “I think that sounds perfect.” She watched as he sat on the bike, and she stuck her hand out, “I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

His hand wrapped around hers, warm and firm, and shook lightly, “JJ.” She clipped the helmet on as she swung her leg over the bike, situating herself behind him. The bike roared to life beneath them, and she cautiously wrapped her arms around his waist. His hand reached back and tapped her knee as if to ask, ‘you ready?’, and she nodded against his shoulder. 

The wind against her cheeks was sharp and biting, and she had to stop herself from smiling as the cold whips of air chilled her teeth. It wasn’t her first time on the back of a bike, nor would it be her last and she couldn’t help but be impressed by JJ’s skill. She’d been the slightest bit nervous this would end with them in a ditch, but she was proven wrong. She felt safe. They turned down a drive; warm light, and laughter beckoning from a few hundred yards away as JJ slowed and eventually came to a stop next to a beat-up VW bus. She hopped off the back and JJ couldn’t help but watch as she shook her hair out after taking the helmet off. 

“I’ve brought fresh meat!” JJ said as he bounded up the porch steps, Y/N following behind with a sheepish smile. “Y/N, meet John B, Kie, and Pope, guys meet Y/N.” He said, pointing out each person as he grabbed two beers from a cooler and she smiled and bumped John B’s fist when he held it out, doing the same with the other two before JJ motioned for her to join him on the couch.

“I hope it’s okay I’m crashing, JJ took pity on the new girl.” 

“Are you kidding? I’m glad to have another girl around for once.” Kie said, clinking her bottle against Y/N’s with a smile. The conversation swelled and Y/N was surprised at how seamlessly she fit into the group, and as one beer turned to two, and three she felt more at home here than she had anywhere in her life. 

“Alright, it’s new girl interrogation time,” John B said, leaning forward in his chair and clasping his hands as he got serious, and she let out a laugh as Kie just rolled her eyes.

“I’m ready, ask me anything.” She leaned back against the couch, her body turned slightly towards JJ as she did so, her attention on John B as she waited for him to form a question.

“What did your dad do to achieve Kook status?”

“He’s a tech guy, had some bright idea a couple years ago that he sold to a company for way too much money, and now he just consults remotely when he feels like it. He grew up here, so when my parents split and he lost all their friends to her, I guess he decided it was time to come home. I’ve only been out here a couple times, I didn’t mean to choose sides in the divorce but… it just happens.” She shrugged, taking another sip of her beer. “What else?” Her leg stretched out, nudging John B’s knee before she pulled it back under herself. 

“Lemme think…”

“What’s LA like?” Pope interjected.

“Amazing, most of the time. It’s such a diverse city, no matter who you are or what you’re into there’s a welcoming community for you, but it definitely has its downsides as well. City life isn’t for everyone.”

“You miss it?” Kie asked.

“I don’t think I’ve been away long enough to truly miss it yet. Home is wherever you feel safe, where you can be yourself, it’s not really one specific location. I think any homesickness I feel is more me just missing my mom.” 

“Well, you’ve got a home in us.” Pope said, “I hope I’m not jumping the gun here but… I think we just found our newest Pogue.”

“Hear, hear,” Kie said.

“I feel like I’m being initiated into a cult,” Y/N giggled.

“Oh, you are.” John B smiled, “shall we go over Pogue rules?” 

“First, and of the utmost importance, no secrets amongst Pogues,” Kie said.

“Once a Pogue, always a Pogue. There’s nothing you can’t say here.” JJ said and Y/N nodded, a slight smile on her lips.

“Two, no Pogue on Pogue macking,” Pope said, “it doesn’t stop JJ from hitting on Kie, and it certainly won’t stop him from hitting on you but… friends stay in the friend-zone.”

“No Pogue on Pogue macking, got it.” She said, sneaking a glance at JJ.

“Three… is there- is there a third?” Pope asked before shaking his head, “there’s no third.” 

“But, our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time. You in?” John B said, raising his bottle to hers, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips.

The clink of their bottles pierced the air, “hell yeah I’m in.”

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next part

[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 48 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

I literally have this written with over a week and just as a tab on my computer but I suffer from ITS, Idiotic Thoughts Syndrome which makes me really mentally weird and my mind tells me no one likes my stuff, I just had a few people message me over the last day about this telling me they love it which forced me to feel like I am letting them down if I don't post it which, by the way, is sometimes the best way to motivate my shitty ass, so yeah, it needs saying, if you like this, please let me know, it actually gets me to upload new chapters. I have some written, so...yeah.

Tags - @skulliebythesea​ @asimovethroughthisworld​ @blackcherry26-blog​ @we-shadowhunter2901

As expected, no sooner was it announced that Laufey would not die as king, there was a multitude of reactions, not all positive. Many saw it as merely making official what had been occurring for some time. Loki had been the one to deal with the majority of court matters, so it made sense for him to simply rise to the task officially. Others felt it went against tradition, and that was not something they could accept. Ella heard the word tradition so many times, it stopped being more than sounds after a while. She commented into Loki’s ear something that made him chuckle causing the room to focus on him.

“Does something amuse you, Prince Loki?” Igor was a cantankerous old Jotunn at the best of times but the flaunting of such a tradition irked him all the more.

“Yes, actually it does. My mate made a funny comment on this matter.” He answered honestly.

“And what did she say that has you seeing fit to laugh at me?” The Jotnar glared at Ella, who smirked back.

Loki looked down at her, still smiling himself and asked her silently which of them would answer, seeing her smirk grow slightly, he looked forward again to see Igor’s reaction as her statement became known.

“I stated that tradition when used simply to continue impractical practices, is merely aggressive guilt into coercion via the deceased.” Her words were clear and concise.

“I think it an accurate yet amusing statement, don’t you?” Loki chuckled to Igor.

“Coming from an Aesir, whose traditions are beyond rigid and deemed of importance…”

“I do not recall bringing any such traditions with me, have I? And do you not think that if such a statement were to be true, then surely I would be the best placed to say such with validity, no?” Ella asked, her voice calm and light.

Igor silenced, knowing there was no adequate response to such a statement. It was becoming increasingly clear to the court and all those in it that Loki’s mate was not some mindless silent demure Aesir princess with no opinions or mind to voice them but an able wordsmith who tied up far better speakers and minds than him so he silenced rather than make a fool of himself.

“Whether or not the court agrees, it is occurring, I am too old, too weak. The realm needs a fresh face and mind as we welcome in our new era of prosperity,” Laufey declared. “So this coming full moon, my son will take my place on the throne.”

Both Loki and Ella were slightly startled by that statement, neither had expected it to be so soon. Loki because he did not think he would have so little time to mentally prepare, while Ella wondered how the realm would prepare for such an occasion in so little time. She was unsure how they would do so.

*

Her first decision was to send a seidr message to her mother. They conversed at length regarding the matter. She altered her appearance so that her mother could not tell she was carrying a child. Though Frigga disliked the cold of Jotunheim, even with her seidr, she immediately began readying for the journey there. Ella felt as though it would be best to tell her parents face to face about her impending parenthood so she said nothing of the matter. She knew they would come for such an event, not only because of her father’s role as Allfather but as a manner of publicly showing support for the marriage he placed his daughter in.

When she had finished speaking with her mother, she paced slightly, something she often did when anxious and this caused her to feel incredibly so. She never tried to show her concerns, she learnt from a young age to never let anyone see her in such a manner. Frigga and Odin were masters of such also, never letting anyone see you fret or worry but as easy as it had become to mask such expressions outside, they still turmoiled within her. She toyed with her hands also, something her father long noted she had inherited from her mother, his comments to his wife to cease it before one of their children picked up the habit long being joined by ones to Ella to cease also.

“What are you doing?”

The sound of another joining her caused Ella to yelp slightly and turn around. Seeing Loki looking at her curiously, she shook her head. “What?”

“I asked what are you doing?”

“Doing?”

“You are like a caged beast, pacing and all but frantic, looking to escape. You also yelped in shock, nothing seems to sneak up on you.”

“I’m not…”

“You are. Is something the matter?”

“Of course n...” He raised a brow. Ella sighed, remembering her promise to remain honest, regardless of anything else. “I informed my parents informally about what is occurring. I know that they will be given the news officially in the near future but…”

“How did you do that?” Loki had not heard the Bifrost blast through the quiet realm.

“I explained that in the throne room before, via seidr.” She explained. “I use mine, my mother uses hers and the Bifrost guardian, Heimdall, makes it so we can connect them, even through the realms.”

“So the Guardian can hear what you speak of?”

“Heimdall sees everything, there is little point in trying to hide from him.”

“Then why did he not tell the Allfather about when you were ill?” Loki asked, wondering why the guardian had not alerted anyone on either realm as to Ella’s condition.

“I did not let him see me, what he saw was what I wished for him to see, I suspect he was able to see me when I fell unconscious, I don’t know, I never asked him.”

“But you said…” Loki ceased speaking as soon as he noted the ever so slight smirk on Ella’s face. “I give up.” He raised his hands like one that was defeated causing Ella to look at him curiously. “You...you come across as this outwardly perfectly unassuming, dare I say it, boring princess who does nothing untoward. When you came here I genuinely thought you to be an idiot or dim at the very least, truly I did. I thought you to be someone who could not fathom ever even considering breaking the rules but instead, you are tricking the All-Seeing Guardian, even when you do nothing of note.”

“I do not like the idea of someone watching me all the time. How was I supposed to sneak out of the palace if I could be reported to my father?”

“You...” Loki shook his head again. “Of course, you did. I have a miscreant for a mate. That child will do nothing but guarantee I am balder than any Jotnar of full blood with the stress of his actions,” Loki growled.

Ella found herself snorting slightly at his exasperation. “If you must know, I have something of a reputation as a trickster on my old realm. My parents used to get very irked.”

“I do not doubt it.” Ella grinned at him causing him to shake his head slightly. “I fear what sort of terror we have put in you.” Loki eyed her stomach warily causing Ella to laugh.

“You had begun to realise who I am before you willingly did that.”

“First and foremost, you did not tell me how great a delinquent you were in advance,” He pointed out. “Secondly, I alone did not create the situation by which you came to carry our son, you were very much an active part of the process.” Ella beamed proudly at him. “You are not the same creature brought here to be my mate,” He declared. “You sent a copy, didn’t you? Then you wandered along when you felt like it and released your true self on the realm.”

Ella shook her head slightly as she chuckled. “No, that genuinely was me, just recall that you did not wish to speak with me and I could not simply walk up to the Jotnar that clearly loathed me beyond words and introduce myself as the Trickster Princess, could I?”

“It would have been interesting if you had.”

Ella laughed slightly before her face turned into a frown and she placed a hand to her side.

Loki immediately ceased his jestful behaviour and rushed over to her worriedly. “Are you alright?”

Ella took his hand and placed it to where she had her own a moment before.

Loki had been expecting perhaps to feel the child move, he was not prepared firstly for her touch to be colder than his but also to feel a slight pulse of something go through his hand. “What is that?”

“He is unconsciously using his seidr.”

“What?”

“I think he thinks me to be too warm and his seidr is attempting to cool his environs to something more to his liking.” She frowned as she looked down before her own seidr glowed slightly. “That should keep him satisfied for now.” She paused for a moment, waiting to see if there would be any other form of reaction from within her but there was nothing more, satisfied, she gave a nod.

Loki’s had yet to remove his hand from her stomach. He had been about to do so when he felt a little nudge against it. He chuckled slightly. “What have we created? He has your demeanour.”

“Then we can rest assured that Jotunheim will have two great kings to come, starting on the next full moon.” Ella looked him in the eye as she spoke, hoping to convey her sincerity as she did so. Loki swallowed. “Why in the realms are you nervous? You were made for this.”

“I do not wish to leave him down. To not be everything everyone expects. What if I fail?”

“Loki, you are an incredible being. You will be a truly great king and will not repeat our fathers’ mistakes. Your reign will be a glorious one. You are benevolent and fair and Jotunheim will prosper like never before under your rule.” She held her hands against his face, forcing him to look at her. “You will not fail.” She stated. “And if you are at risk of it, I will be there to make sure you do not. I’ll keep you on the path.” He chuckled slightly leaning down to have their noses touch as he had them do before, his eyes closed and a content sigh as he did so, his hand still on her stomach where his son moved. Ella, since the last time he had done so, had come to learn from Greta that it was the closest form of Jotnar contact to a loving embrace. Hearing that had caused her to question why Loki would do such a thing with her. She came to the conclusion that the relief in the coming of an heir had made him do it, with this second time, she was not so certain.

[thekidultlife]

IT'S OUR 2ND ANNIVERSARY! 🎉🥳🥂

@Authors' Note: This is Leanne and Hyeri's story. Please bear with us as we try to reminisce over the past years and celebrate where we are now as writers, as friends, and most especially, as individuals who have grown a lot and changed a lot through the years.

Warnings: Contains a semi-reveal of what we actually look like in real life lol so if you’re interested, keep reading down lol.

We started this blog in 2017. We deactivated in 2018, just weeks before what was supposed to be our first anniversary. We stayed silent throughout the rest of 2018 and 2019, but we picked up where we left off this 2020. Despite the messy history of this blog, though, and the changes in our lives, we are extremely happy that we did come back. And the reason why we came back? Well, it’s pretty simple. 

The same love for SEVENTEEN, which made us start this blog, brought us back again.

We’re not lying when we tell you that this blog was what made us closer and what our friendship grow deeper. 

Back then, we were just classmates who found common interests in each other (history, writing novels, analyzing politics, and being one of the ‘Big 3′ in our class lol) but didn’t know how to bond over these interests. But when we both started sharing a room in a dormitory close to our university in 2017, things changed. And things changed because we both found SEVENTEEN. 

LEANNE: I wasn’t really a K-pop fan during that time. But I remember sitting beside Hyeri at our study area, watching her as she watched DWC and thinking to myself, “Maybe this could be it. Maybe this could be the ‘thing’ that we could bond over and could make our friendship grow. And so I leaned over and asked, “Oooh, which group is that?” What followed then was a night where I became a convert, and SVT became a part of me forever. 

After that night, we found ourselves always talking about them because they became the thread that made us close. And while bonding over SVT, we started to become more open about our lives and about ourselves in terms of personalities. We didn’t know why but we just clicked. Before we started becoming really close, we had different sets of friends. But then, we just knew that our friendship was different because we truly understand each other. 

HYERI: I wasn't a Kpop stan before either. Like if my high school me knew I'd become like this, she'll cringe in embarrassment. But it happened. A friend recommended me to watch React to the K because I'm a huge classical music nut, and I discovered Seventeen there. I seriously can't remember that exact moment when Leanne asked, but I do remember that one time when I showed her the dance practice for Aju Nice. It was one of the first things I showed to her, and then without knowing, we've already watched a lot of Seventeen videos. 

Whenever I look back at that time, I just remember how happy we were even though it wasn't really a good moment in our lives. There were a lot of stress and problems, and everything just seemed to spiral down from there. But I just feel a warm feeling in my chest whenever July and August comes, I smell the rain, and remember how many nights we spent binging on Seventeen, talking inside the nearby 7/11 until 1am, knowing that classes were cancelled the next day because of the weather. It was truly a magical moment for me because I never had a friend like Leanne, like sometimes we just have the same thought patterns, and we bonded over Seventeen so much. We would just talk endlessly about them, brainstorming ideas for fics and so on to the point that we only stopped because the 5AM alarm went off lmao Those times were just absolutely incredible.

LEANNE: We also have kind of the same goal back then: to have a platform where we could practice writing. Hyeri suggested that we try creating a blog for fanfiction. I agreed because I truly wanted to try and I was so obsessed with Choi Seungcheol back then. So we planned our first fics, who posts first, and we created it. Just like that. On August 12, 2017, we made our first post.

Our first name was “diabolically-diamondiferous”. We wanted something different (and we now admit that we did go overboard with the bing different thing lol) and so we agreed that this would be our URL. We chose it because of the concept that there is a duality in this blog that readers should look forward to, a dynamic that they would only see here, I guess? That was the goal. That was how it all started. 

HYERI: I was a Wonwoo stan back then. I had already written Love is A Fallacy and a bit of 30 Nights before we even created the blog, and I wanted an avenue where I can post it. I admit I myself can't think of a better url than "diabolically-diamondiferous", so I just went with it. 

Honestly, the blog has helped me a lot with writing. I used to write anime fanfictions and original stories, and I've already established my style back then. This blog has really helped me a lot with refining my writing style and experimenting with new ideas and ways to tell a story, as well as being able to write quickly. I do think I've improved with my dialogues and the way I pace my stories, and make them feel organic. And with that, I've never realized I've already written a lot, until I arranged the masterlist recently.

What began with a few stories turned into hundreds as we started pouring our hearts into this blog. And we would be lying if we told you that it was pressure-free. 

LEANNE: During this time, my responsibilities at uni, family and other personal matters made me unable to focus on the blog a lot. I really feel sorry for Hyeri during this time because she was the one who was more consistent with posting her stories. I joke every now and then these days whenever she couldn’t write that it’s okay, you once had too much weight and now I’ll carry my share and more, too, if it gets hard for you. Even though I was busy with other things, however, Hyeri really pulled through and made this blog come alive. And as a friend, she really helped me get through my darkest moments. This blog, too, became my crutch. Whenever my heart got broken, I would write here. I would try to find my voice (and at that time, I couldn’t find myself, either. Just ask Hyeri why, lol.) in writing. I was experimenting what voice I had while writing and what genre fits me. 

HYERI: Following Leanne's, I guess after our trip to Korea, things became way harder. I had a lot of low points back then as well: losing my scholarship and just so much responsibility in life and at school. I did carry much of the weight of the blog after that semester, and I'm surprised how I managed to do that. I kept on badgering Leanne to finish some requests, but she really had a lot going on as well. Not to mention our plans to join an exchange program to Korea which was another hell we signed up for. It was extra difficult because our department doesn't want us to leave, thinking we're just running away from the strict (and often unfair) professors (ironic when our major is International Relations).Seventeen and this blog was the only way we could bond together and have fun and just forget about everything. I could remember sending each other fake messages from Seventeen just to cheer the other up when things get depressing, or imagining what it would feel like to be an idol and whatnot. It sounds silly now, but that was the only way we could cope with how intense and exhausting our lives were. It was the only thing that kept the constant dread in our nerves from taking over.

What began as an experimental way to boost creativity became something like a career, and steering our motivation, was of course, the boys. Our boys. The amazing people that we write about and that we imagine about. They made us happy during the times when there was nothing to be happy about. They made us take risks that brought out the braveness we didn’t know we had in us, and they made us feel hopeful about the future. 

However, we hit a hurdle we couldn’t bring ourselves back from hurdle after hurdle during our second semester as juniors in college.  

LEANNE: Second semester of junior year in college was really hard for me. The bottom line of it all was the manipulative relationship that I was in with my s/o back then, but a lot of things piled up as well: school responsibilities (I was handling three classes at one point as a professor’s assistant and then ran for a student government position I didn’t really want but felt obliged to). All the while this was happening, I was really feeling myself slip away. I was suffering from depression but I had a lot of things going on around me that I could not just drop because people were depending on me. The only way I thought I would be able to not give up is by going somewhere else to finish my studies. Yes, the environment got that toxic. I really needed to get away. Around this time, I wasn’t active on the blog anymore. Right after elections, I lost my motivation to do anything. I would sometimes pitch in to help Hyeri with some requests, but it took way more effort than I thought it would. 

Hyeri and I decided that we needed to take the risk of applying for the South Korean exchange program, which was one of the best that our uni had to offer. We figured that since our grades were okay, it would be easy. Boy were we wrong.

HYERI: The Coldest Human, The Warmest Robot was the last fic I've posted in the blog before the hiatus. I couldn't do it anymore. There were so many problems and issues with the exchange program that I could no longer handle the blog alone. Leanne had withdrawn too, considering how she has her own things to face as well. It was a really difficult time. After being rejected a visa, I just can't think of writing, or even Seventeen anymore. Just their presence seemed to only remind me that I had been rejected after months and months of preparation. Their songs only reminded me of our disappointments. It was awful and I knew I can't face them at that time. I found myself in Taiwan. Alone. Leanne had stayed and it was depressing. I had to move on despite that, but it felt like an empty success.

We planned to become a part of an exchange program in South Korea, but it didn’t pull through at the last minute. We had staked all our bets, and we lost motivation in a lot of things. One of those things was this blog. We just knew that we had to let it go during 2018, because it was impossible to maintain it when you don’t feel inspired about life anymore. 

HYERI: The Coldest Human, The Warmest Robot was the last fic I've posted in the blog before the hiatus. I couldn't do it anymore. There were so many problems and issues with the exchange program that I could no longer handle the blog alone. Leanne had withdrawn too, considering how she has her own things to face as well. It was a really difficult time. After being rejected a visa, I just can't think of writing, or even Seventeen anymore. Just their presence seemed to only remind me that I had been rejected after months and months of preparation. Their songs only reminded me of our disappointments. It was awful and I knew I can't face them at that time. I found myself in Taiwan. Alone. Leanne had stayed and it was depressing. I had to move on despite that, but it felt like an empty success. Right after going back home for winter vacation, I remember I was angry crying because I knew Leanne can't do anything because of her circumstances, even if she wanted to go to Taiwan so much.

LEANNE: I was miserable during first semester as a senior because everything did not go as planned. I was really losing the resolve to keep going on because nothing had gone the way I had planned it to be. I think the only silver lining during 2018 was that my parents and friends finally stepped in to protect me from the person who had been harming me emotionally and therefore affecting my self-esteem and resolve. We also went to Macau, where I really healed a lot as well while teaching music with close friends from church. But beyond that, I could see no other way to get through the last semester except to follow Hyeri and go to Taiwan. It wasn’t just her friendship that I was missing; it was also about that goal I had in my mind: to find peace and quiet away from everything that had hurt me and drained me.

We didn’t have any high hopes about what lay ahead, but the biggest plot twist came.

LEANNE: By some miracle, I managed to convince my parents that I was well enough to go to Taiwan and that I would be safer there. It all happened so fast. February I was still crying, standing at the train tracks, telling our other friend that I wanted to just end it. But then March came and my visa got approved on a Friday. Three days later, just packing whatever I had with me in my apartment, I left for Taiwan.

It was a miracle Hyeri and I still talk about a lot. We started to heal from everything that we had gone through. We started to re-explore our friendship and in the end, after so much drama and after so much challenges, we finally concluded that this friendship of ours was really something that we wanted to keep forever. We grew a lot through the years.

HYERI: Who would've thought that with a lot of begging and pleading and praying, Leanne was finally able to go to Taiwan. I was so happy. It was one of the happiest memories of my life so far. Being in Taiwan, away from the world, from the responsibilities back at home, it was such a liberating time.It was also the exact period which we started to heal from past disappointments. Seventeen no longer gave me the pain I used to feel, and to this day, You Made My Day---the album which was released before everything happened, and reminded me a lot of what had transpired---is one of my favourite Seventeen albums.

But here we are now, in 2020. It was really because of Hit the Road that we decided to come back. We agreed to start writing again come June 2020. We started doing what we loved again. 

HYERI: We had fully healed from everything and we're fully ready to come back to writing about our precious boys! I am so happy to be able to finally celebrate the actual anniversary for this blog!

LEANNE: And now, here we are, celebrating our anniversary! The first one we really had! This is all impromptu editing but we really wanted to make it special. 

Highlights Throughout the Years:

💎 Love is A Fallacy (Lawyer!Wonwoo)

The first ever fic I've written for SVT. I remember I wrote this while I was at the dorm on my bed, it was a miraculously stress-free night. The song I kept on playing was "20" and I could imagine it being the OST if this was a kdrama 😂 This was at a time when Wonwoo was still my bias.

💎Adagio Cantabile (College Student!Jihoon)

A fic I first wrote after Jihoon became my bias. I could still remember, I was so inspired by a fic titled Customer Satisfaction, that I wrote this one. Plus I'm really into Classical Music, that I could just write one whole fic about it. I'm still amazed how we were able to write fanfiction even though we were swamped with school work, and I mean, SWAMPED, like a lot of exams, graded recitation, things to memorize, super long essays, but we still managed to write. 😂

💎Saffron (Victorian AU DK)

This was written shortly after Leanne and I went back from Korea. I was so blissfully happy back then. I think I've spent a night or two writing this. This was heavily inspired by the game "Chocolatier" which I was playing days before I've started writing 😂 I really love writing for DK, he's such a positively innocent character who was so endearing.

💎The Coldest Human; Warmest Robot (Android!Jihoon)

This was probably the last one shot I've posted before the hiatus in 2018. I remember finishing it in my hometown when we went there for summer vacation. It was a really bad time ngl I lost my scholarship and was supposed to go to an exchange program to South Korea with Leanne. Back I didn't know if I could support that dream financially.

💎The Most Convenient Escape (Soulmate!Jihoon)

This was the first fic I've written after the hiatus. Truthfully, over 2018-2019, I lost my love for SVT. It was painful to be reminded of the fact that we weren't able to go to Korea, so I avoided them while I was in Taiwan. But I came back around this year and started to write this one. It's heavily inspired by the book "Voices of the Past" which is a compilation of American newspaper articles over the years, and anime reviews which talked about Deconstructing a genre (i.e., Madoka Magica and Evangelion). Right now I really do want to finish this series.

Highlights Throughout the Years

💎The Return of Superman Series

My first work, TROS Seungcheol, was the first fic in the entire blog that I was truly proud of. All my other works were too rushed, too experimental for my own taste even, and just doesn’t look like what I, Leanne, if you personally know me, would write about. I strongly believe that there is a unique voice in each story, a voice that belongs only to its writer, and back then, I was still trying to find that voice. The Return of Superman was my breakthrough in writing. I suddenly found an AU that I truly loved to write about, and, most importantly, my voice in writing.

💎After-Party, Only Us, and Afterglow | Yoon Jeonghan

This is the spin-off series that came from Yoon Jeonghan’s The Return of Superman. I started to become more comfortable in my style of writing as I wrote these. You will notice a change of style after the first part, “After-Party”. My writing style has matured, and I really congratulate myself a lot for that. It took me years and tons of experiences to get that flavor I had always wanted in my works! Haha. 

💎The And Series

This is another one of those imagines that really brought out the hopeless romantic inside me, and for that, I am proud of it. It’s still mostly in the works, but I  am really happy about how it’s turning out.

💎Through the Seasons Series

Ah, this is my pet project. All my heart is poured into this one. This is the first series that I truly explored the beauty of love in realistic settings. My writing process here is done by looking at real couples LOL and also tapping into beautiful memories of mine about love and about life and all the drama that comes along. I’m really glad that a lot of our new readers liked the first one that came out!

Our story-time ends here. 

All in all, we just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything. For being with us through this crazy ride of a blog, truly, sincerely, thank you. From our followers since the beginning, to the new ones that we are finding joy in communicating with now, thank you. From the bottom of our hearts!

LET’S MAKE MORE MEMORIES TOGETHER!

- Leanne and Hyeri. 

[killscreencinema]

Final Fantasy VII Remake (PS4)

We all have a precious work of art in our lives that made a profound impact on who we eventually grew up to be, whether it be an album, a painting, a movie, or especially nowadays, a video game.  Final Fantasy VII was that for me, and when it came out in 1997, it would go on to define my high school years.

Which would go a long way towards explaining why I never got laid during those said years.  Le sigh....

All kidding aside, I never got laid in high school mostly because I was a mess when it came to the social scene.  I had trouble connecting with others and taking what I perceived to be “big risks” like going to parties, joining after school clubs, or -GULP- asking out a girl I liked!  I was very withdrawn socially, but I did have friends, and one of them, whom I’d consider my best friend, managed to get his hands on the original Final Fantasy VII before I even owned a PlayStation (I had foolishly bought a Nintendo 64, believing the next Final Fantasy was going to be released on that). 

My friend and I were already very close, but we bonded even more as we experienced this new adventure together.  He had his own save file that he was pecking away at, but he created a new one for us both to play whenever I’d spend the night or vice versa.  The both of us were completely immersed in this world and these characters.  It was one of a few positive experiences I can remember from my high school years.

The reason for this preamble is to make you understand how much this game means to me on an emotional level.  So when the remake was announced years ago, I was extremely apprehensive.  First of all, Square Enix is a pale shadow of its former glory as Squaresoft.  Final Fantasy XIII was a goddamn mess and Final Fantasy XV was a step in the right direction, but hardly the stuff of legends like its PSone and SNES predecessors.  The Kingdom Hearts games... well, I’ll eventually talk about the rest of those in my blog.  Suffice it to say, I had completely lost faith in Square Enix as a company, whereas there was a day I’d play ANYTHING they released because I knew it would be quality.

So lets get to point - did they fuck up Final Fantasy VII Remake as well or is it an absolute masterpiece? 

Well... that’s kind of a hard question to answer right now as this is only “Part 1″ of what I assume will be a trilogy of releases that comprise the actual FULL game.  However, judging this game alone, I’m going to lean towards masterpiece... with huge “but”.  I’ll talk more about that below and warn of spoilers before I get to it.

Make no mistake about it, though, Final Fantasy VII Remake (part 1) is a goddamn masterpiece.  The care put into the game by the development team is evident from top-to-bottom, with even the most minute details from the original faithfully adapted.  However, this isn’t a strict beat-for-beat retread of FFVII, nor did I expect it to be.  While the game follows the basic story almost exactly, some tweaks have been made here or there to better pad out both the gameplay and the story as a whole.  I had no issue with any of these changes, until the final chapter revealed the implications of them, which I guess I’ll discuss next to get it off my chest...

SPOILERS

During the last chapter, your party is confronted by Sephiroth outside of Midgar, who then goads you into entering the “Singularity”, where you finally fight the ghostly “Whispers” who have been stalking you throughout the whole game.  These Whispers are a significant part of the new story “tweaks” that have been added, which I found annoying at first, but didn’t really mind so much as the story went on until now, because it is revealed that they are “arbiters of destiny”, whose jobs are to ensure fate plays out like its supposed to.  During your fight with them at the end of the game, after defeating each Whisper boss, the characters experience “flash forwards” to important story points in the future, such as Aerith’s death and the summoning of meteor, implying that they have more or less nullified these events now as a result of defeating “destiny”... I think.  Part of my problem with this portion of the game is Square Enix’s current “naval gazey, head-up-their-asses” story telling style is in full effect here, and I began to get Vietnam flashbacks to the completely incoherent plot of Final Fantasy XIII. 

Square Enix, it’s so simple - part of why Final Fantasy VII endures is because it’s a great story ALREADY.  By all means, give it a tweak here and there to give the characters more depth or make the story more dramatically impactful, but for the love of Jenova, please don’t tell me it’s going to turn into a philosophical shit show about the nature of destiny and fighting fate.  More importantly, Square Enix, please don’t tell me you are going to change CRITICAL plot points for shits n’ giggles or to “swerve” the audience.

For one, Aerith has to die. I love Aerith, especially his incarnation of Aerith in the Remake.  She’s so sweet and yet has a delightfully mischievous personality.  She’s absolutely perfect.  But the reason why her death still haunts fans of the game to this day is because THAT was the point in the story when shit got REAL.  The stakes were raised and Sephiroth cements himself as an evil son-of-a-bitch that must be stopped.  He doesn’t kill her just to be evil either - he kills her because she’s actively trying to foil his plans by using her white materia.  However, unbeknownst to Sephiroth, her death is what ultimately triggers the white materia to work when it needs to most.  It’s kind of like how Obi-Wan Kenobit warns Darth Vader “If you strike me down, I’ll become more powerful than you an imagine”, but in this instance it actually makes sense.

So that has to happen.  It can’t be Tifa, or Yuffie, or Cid, or Marlene, or some other swervy “gotcha” bullshit - it has to be Aerith. 

Secondly, Sephiroth must successfully summon the meteor - it’s in the fucking logo for crying out loud!  I can’t imagine what “imminent threat” for the whole world they could do instead.  Fat Chocobo gains a massive amount of weight and jumps on Midgar?  It’s baffling to imagine the developers would even *flirt* with the idea of changing these important story elements of the game, so hopefully we’ve all just hysterically misinterpreted the meaning of the last chapter.

Oh, one more thing - the final boss fight with Sephiroth was dumb too, if only because it cheapens the eventual actual final boss fight with him at the end of the game.  I liked how in the original he was basically a phantom that kept evading your party, leaving behind Jenova pieces for you to fight instead.  It’s like how in wrestling, a heel character talks tough, but then runs away when the “baby face” comes out to confront him.  Fighting Sephiroth now, not to mention beating him, kind of makes him look weak sauce.  Ohh legendary SOLDIER, my ass - I beat him at the beginning of the whole story.  To borrow from Star Wars again, it would be like Luke fighting Darth Vader in A New Hope and kicking his ass immediately.  Vader sure wouldn’t seem like much of a threat after that.

Anyway..

SPOILERS OVER

God, sorry, this review is out of control and much too long, but I have a lot to say!

Okay, so my worries above aside, the game itself is very well done.  The graphics are beautiful, despite the environment being a constant barrage of grey, industrial imagery (hey, that’s Midgar for ya).  They find ways to change things up visually, depending on what part of Midgar you’re in, such as Sector 5 having more greenery than usual (cause, you know, it’s Aerith’s home, so that makes sense!).  Wall Market, the “red light district” of Midgar, is a treat for the senses, especially at night, what with all the lights and the music playing everywhere.  It really feels like a lively, party town. 

One major change that had me, and probably a lot of FFVII purists, concerned is the combat system.  Gone is the turn based combat of old, replaced now with a more fast paced hack-n-slash style reminiscent of a From Software game than Final Fantasy (though not even as remotely as sophisticated).  However, I enjoyed the change, as this makes the battles much more engaging and fun, as opposed to the tedium that can come with turn-based combat, not to mention random encounters.  You can still use magic, items, and Limit Breaks like in the old days, so it still feels like the original, but with tweaks that make it better.

And you know, that pretty much sums up my super long review nicely - the game feels like the original but with tweaks that make it better.  Even the soundtrack is improved, which is a feat I didn’t think possible considering the original FFVII’s soundtrack is some of the best video game movie ever composed.  The Remake does a superb job of weaving in certain themes and remixing themes at appropriate points in the story.  “Aerith’s Theme” is more tear jerking than ever, while “One Chosen by the Planet” (otherwise known as Sephiroth’s theme) is even more chilling and fearsome than ever before. 

So overall, I fucking loved this game.  I rarely get emotional while playing video games, unless you consider cursing and screaming “emotional”, but damned if this one didn’t constantly give me warm and fuzzy feelings (especially whenever Tifa was onscreen - *growl*).  I’m eager to play the next part and explore more of this “new” world, despite my concern it might be “too new” in the worst ways.

[deservedgrace]

do you have any advice for staying positive as a closeted teen atheist? my parents are the strictest catholics ever and i feel like i have to hide so much from them. they make me go to church twice a week, say prayers every morning and night and before meals, and they ever put me into a catholic homeschool with a racist and sexist history class. I'm so tired of pretending to be someone im not all the time. im also a girl who likes girls which makes it worse. sorry this is long and rant-y lol

Hi there! Apologies for taking a bit to respond, I wanted to make sure I responded fully♡

Absolutely no need to apologize! Being an atheist in a catholic environment is immensely difficult, doubly so when you're not straight, and I'm so glad you decided to reach out♡

Full disclosure: I know this isn't what you're asking but I can't say that I have the best advice regarding hiding all this from your parents. I came out as gay and an atheist way before I expected to because hiding yourself like that is so exhausting. Luckily it worked out alright for me but I don't know your situation and would never ever suggest coming out before you're ready or it's safe to. I will say though, getting to the point where you don't have to hide is so freeing, and I'm so looking forward to when you're able to do that. And I'd say looking forward to that might be a way to stay positive.

Some other suggestions for staying positive:

- Have some people you can be yourself around, either in person or online. I'm positive you're well aware of how exhausting hiding is. Having some people you can be yourself around can help alleviate that a bit. You can 100% chat or vent or whatever with me via messenger here and I'm positive a lot of us here would be happy to as well (I won't tag anyone for this specifically without their permission but there are so many lovely people in this little corner of tumblr)

- I recommend following some of us here in religious trauma city dot tumblr dot com! This is defff not an exhaustive list but I rb from these folks a lot: @speakingwhentheworldsleeps @dustycathedral @dumpsterprophet @youareyourown @he-of-little-faith @dontcallm3ang3l @musings-of-a-prodigal @altarfall

Along with this I'd suggest following a variety of blog types. E.g., I have a lot of trauma process-y stuff going on on my blog, but others might be more uplifting and positive

- Surround yourself with affirming content as much as you can. I'd honestly suggest following some queer affirming Christian blogs here (@blessedarethebinarybreakers specifically comes to mind). It could definitely just be me but the knowledge that there were affirming Christians helped soo much while in an unaffirming environment.

- Self care is soo important too, and being intentional about it can make a huge difference in its effectiveness. I'll drop a couple suggestions but self care looks different for everyone, and basically anything that helps you cope or rejuvenates you or helps you feel better & doesn't hurt anyone (including yourself!) is wonderful.

A couple common things include self soothing activities (making a warm cup of tea, wrapping up in a warm blanket, bath, etc.) or meditation (esp if prayer has been helpful in the past, meditation can be a nice alternative as it hits the same parts of the brain!) or doing things that brings you joy (do you play/listen to music? do you draw? like to read? like to watch movies? anything that brings you joy!)

- Again this might be specific to me, but consuming atheist content on YouTube was super super helpful, especially because a lot of these people were religious previously and just kinda get it. The top ones I'd suggest are Jimmy Snow, Telltale, and Paulogia

- If you're struggling with religious trauma, that will likely affect your ability to stay positive. I'll add a post with some resources from @dustycathedral (thank you for this post btw!) at the end. Finding posts here, making your own, venting to those of us that get it, and crying a lot (lol) are a few things that might help you process that trauma if that's something you need to do.

- I guess I'd just like to leave you with: you're not alone, this isn't forever, and you will find freedom and contentment in it one day. This isn't easy but you have people on your side and we're all rooting for you♡

Religious trauma resources:

[sortaotaku]

Kyle ECB Story Translation

I hope everyone is safe and doing alright!

Hello~ I’m back! I haven’t abandoned my Tumblr blog. I have been away finishing papers, doing online exams and busy opting out of my university exchange program because of the pandemic. Afterwards I indulged myself in binge watching/reading Kimetsu no Yaiba and baking a whole bunch of different sweets. (Souffle pancakes, sakura cookies, cream puffs, milk buns, green tea sponge cake and all that good stuff) I also celebrated my 21st birthday on the 4th! (Before our favorite spicy hatter)

Here’s that ECB Kyle story from the Secret Message collection event (Ikerev TW) that I promised a LONG time ago. It’s the same event as the “Blossoming Romance” collection event that just ended I think. I’m pretty sure I have Jonah’s too so I can do that one too if anyone want me to.

I also did Edgar’s collection story: https://sortaotaku.tumblr.com/post/188554992898/ikerev-tw-secret-message-collection-event-story

在一個吹拂著春天氣息 , 微風和緩又溫暖的下 

Under the gentle spring breeze, in the midst of the warmth of spring

我在醫務室工作的時候 , 看到擺在窗臺的一盆 花綻放了 。 

While working in the infirmary I noticed a potted plant placed by the window.

( 我還以為醫務室裡種的都是香草和藥草之類 的呢 . . . . ) 

(And here I thought all the plants in the infirmary would be medicinal herbs)

Alice 「 凱爾 , 這是什麼花 ? 」 

Alice: Kyle, what’s this flower?

凱爾 「 是九重葛 , 終於開花了呀 。 」 

Kyle: It’s a bougainvillea. So it has finally bloomed huh?

Alice 「 好可愛的花呀 ! 顏色好鮮艶 . .

Alice: What a cute flower! The colour is so vibrant.

凱爾 「 你喜歡嗎 ? 」 

Kyle: Do you like it?

Alice 「 嗯 ! 但是這個是要用來入藥的嗎 ? 」 

Alice: Yeah! But is this going to be used for medicine?

凱爾 「 是呀 , 不過只用葉子 。 」 

Kyle: Yes, but only the leaves.

( 這樣呀 , 原來用不到花呀 。 ) 

(So that’s it. The flower won’t be used)

這鮮豔的花朵給簡樸的醫務室帶來了一絲明豔 的色彩 。 

The bright flowers gave the plain office some colour.

( 看來在醫務室擺些鮮花也挺不錯的呢 。 ) 

(It seems that keeping some flowers in infirmary is quite nice)

( 看到的人們也會有種治癒心靈的感覺 . . . 真 希望除了九重葛外 , 也能多裝飾一些其它花朵 呢 。 ) 

(Seeing the flowers may help lighten people up, I do hope that more flowers aside from the bougainvillea can be brought in.

—— 第二天 。 

~ The second day

我在醫務室裡裝飾了幾個插著人造花的小花瓶 

I decorated the infirmary with vases filled with artificial flowers.

凱爾 「 這是什麼 ? 」 

Kyle: What’s this?

Alice 「 昨天那盆九重葛不是開花了嗎 ? 我覺得在醫 務室裡擺些花很不錯 。 」 

Alice: Didn’t the bougainvillea bloom yesterday? I thought that it would be nice to place some flowers in the infirmary.

凱爾 「 原來如此 , 但為什麼要擺人造花 ? 」 

Kyle: Oh so that’s it. Why artificial flowers?

Alice 「 我怕鮮花的花香會對醫務室的工作有影響 。 」 

Alice: I was concerned the smell of flowers might negatively affect the work environment of the infirmary.

Alice 「 身體不舒服的時候 , 不能去聞太刺鼻的香味 吧 ? 」 

Alice: It probably wouldn’t be too good to smell something pungent while you’re sick right?

凱爾 「 妳 . . . 考慮得很周到嘛 。 」 

Kyle: Wow, you’ve thought a lot about this. (A/N meaning she is through and considerate)

凱爾一邊微笑著一邊用手輕輕摸了摸我的頭 。 

Kyle chuckled lightly and patted my head.

( 阿阿 , 被他稱讚了 。 ) 

(Yay, he praised me) (A/N Alice is such a cutie pie) 

他寬大的手掌帶來的觸感讓我感到十分高興 , 臉上不禁露出了笑容 。 

The feeling of his big hand made me exceedingly happy, a big smile appeared on my face. (A/N 十分高興 literal 10 minute happy, but meant as very happy)

凱爾 「 那個啊 , 今天晚上有空嗎 ? 」 

Kyle: So. Are you free tonight?

Alice 「 有空呀 , 是想約我去喝一杯嗎 ? 」 

Alice: Yes, I’m free. Did you want to invite me out for drinks?

凱爾 「 啊 , 不是的 . . . 有空的話 , 就到我房間來吧 。 」

Kyle: Um it’s not that, if you have free time then stop by my room then.

Alice 「 . . . 好的 。 」 

Alice: ... Sure.

( 凱爾居然會主動邀請我 , 真難得 。 ) 

(Kyle took the initiative and invited me over. How rare)

雖然不知道邀請的理由是什麼 . . . . 

Though I don’t have a clue as to why he’s inviting me over...

我一邊為這個約會暗自悸動 , 一邊開始了當天 的工作 . . . 

I secretly excitedly looked forward to this meeting as I started on the days work.

( . . . 明明是對我發出了邀請 . . . ) 

(... Even though he was the one who invited me...)

一起在房間裡隨意喝了幾杯後 , 凱爾就直接在 床上睡著了 。 

After nonchalantly finishing a few drinks in his room together, Kyle collapsed onto his bed. (A/N ahaha same tho... I’m in the bad tolerance club too)

( 今天也很忙 , 看來是他真的很累了吧 . . . . ) 

(It was quite busy today, I guess he must be really tired...)

我也覺得有點睏 , 就鑽到凱爾身旁躺了下來 。 

I feel quite tired, I’ll just tuck myself in with Kyle and take a rest too. (A/N she said she’ll tunnel into where his body is. She wants to be the little spoon. A woman of good taste she is...)

( 凱爾 , 晚安 。 ) 

(Goodnight Kyle)

相互依偎傳遞而來的體溫非常舒適 , 我很快就 進入了夢鄉 . . . 

Because the warmth of his body snuggled against me felt very comfortable I quickly dozed off...

接著 , 在小憩片刻之後 . . . 

After the short rest...

隱約聽到了什麼聲音 , 我抬起沉重的眼簾 。 

After hearing a faint noise, I lifted my heavy eyelids.

( 凱爾 . . . . ? 他醒了嗎 ? ) 

(Kyle... did he wake up?)

我昏昏沉沉地思考著這些 , 並將頭轉向了他 

I drowsily tried to make sense of everything while turning to look at him.

凱爾 「 . . . 呢 ! 」 

Kyle: ...Guh!

Alice 「 凱 、 凱爾 . . . . ! ? 」 

Alice: K-Kyle?!

凱爾 「 . . . 搞什麼啊 , 明明就差一點了 。 」 

Kyle: ... What is this, just when I was almost... (A/N He’s asking what she is doing as if she’s messing around)

Alice 「 差一點是怎麼回事 . . . . ? 」 

Alice: What do you mean almost?

我看到凱爾的手上正握著盛開的九重葛 。 

I saw clenched in Kyle hand a fully bloomed bougainvillea.

凱爾 「 算了 , 先不要動喔 ? 」 

Kyle: Ah don’t think about it, don’t move kay?

Alice 「 嗯 , 好的 。 」 

Alice: Ah ok.

凱爾把手放到床頭板上 , 然後傾身探了過來 , 床褥在壓力下發出吱呀聲響 。 

Kyle planted his arm on the headboard, then lightly leaned over. The bed creaked under the weight. (A/N KYAAA BED KABEDON SOMEONE HELP ME!!! *fans self obnoxiously*)

( 唔 . . . ! ) 

( Ohhh my...!)

骨節分明的手指輕輕觸碰著頭髮 , 近在咫尺的 距離使我心���加速 。 

His fingers gently touched my hair, the closeness caused my heart rate to increase. (A/N the descriptor added for his fingers is something like sharp/bony)

凱爾 「 . . . 真的很適合 。 」 

Kyle: It really suits you a lot.

凱爾用像是梳理般的動作撫摸我的髮絲 , 露出 無比柔和的眼神 。 

Kyle stroked my hair with comb-like motions while showing an extremely warm expression. (A/N soft, warm and/or gentle look)

Alice 「 欽 . . . . ? 」 

Alice: ....? (A/N it says “qin” but idk what that sound effect is supposed to mean)

我用手輕輕觸碰頭的一側 , 手指便碰到了花瓣 

I lightly ran my hand over the side of my head and my fingers brushed over flower petals.

( 這是 . . . . 九重葛 ? ) 

(This is... the bougainvillea?)

凱爾 「 我看你好像很喜歡這種花 , 就想著如果早上 起來看到這個變成了自己的頭飾應該會很高興 。 」 

Kyle: I saw that you liked the flower a lot so I figured you might like it if you were to wake up to find that it became your hair ornament.

Alice 「 原來是這樣啊 . . . 凱爾 , 謝謝你 ! 」 

Alice: So it was was like that. Thank you Kyle!

凱爾 「 . . . 一笑起來就更般配了 , 真的好可愛啊 。 

Kyle: It suits you even more when you’re smiling. You’re so cute. (A/N dang son he’s such a smooth operator)

Alice 「 . . . . 唔 。 」 

Alice: .... Oh.

( 凱爾有時說話真的很坦白呢 . . . ) 

(Kyle can be so direct when he speaks sometimes) (A/N unfiltered/frank/honest)

但這直率的話語總是能直擊我的心 

But the cool way of speaking always seems to move me. (A/N strike at her heart)

每當這種時候 , 我都會覺得自己的全身心都被 他所俘虏了 。 

Every time this kind of situation happens, I feel as if my whole body and heart has been captured by him.

Alice 「 難道你 . . . 就是為了這件事 , 才邀請我到房 間來的 ? 」 

Alice: Could it be... Because of this matter... you invited me to your room?

凱爾 「 是呀 , 妳不是說花很漂亮啊什麼的 , 看起來 很高興嗎 ? 」 

Kyle: Yeah, didn’t you say the flower was pretty? You looked real happy.

( 原來他一直都有在注意我 。 ) 

(So he has really been paying close attention to me)

Alice 「 真高興 .… 」 

Alice: I’m so happy

凱爾 「 . . . . 是嗎 。 」 

Kyle: Is that so

凱爾低聲說著 , 用雙手緊緊地抱住了我 。 

Kyle said in a low voice as he embraced me tightly with both arms. (A/N low voice as in volume, he’s whispering)

Alice 「 凱 、 凱爾 . . . ? 」 

Alice: K-kyle?

凱爾 「 都怪妳總是擺出一副讓人忍不住抱緊妳的表 情 。 」 

Kyle: It’s your fault for always making an expression that make people can’t help but to want to hug you tightly.

( . . . 呃 , 被他這麼一說 . . . ) 

(... Ahh when he says it like that...)

他的低語讓我的臉頰發燙 。 

His voice made my cheeks hot. (A/N low whisper)

凱爾「雖然我在妳面前總是很難表現出帥氣的一面.....]

Kyle: Though it’s hard for me to show a cool face when I’m in front of you. (A/N show his cool and handsome side)

凱爾「但這樣的時光讓我感到非常幸福，我真的很喜歡。」

Kyle: But these kinds of times make me feel really fortunate, I really like it. (A/N 幸福 again! Meaning happiness, fulfillment and all that kind of stuff) 

凱爾「所以無論是今天還是明天還是後天，我都要一直跟妳在一起。」

Kyle: And so whether it be today or tomorrow or the day after that, I want to continue staying by your side.

Alice「…我也是。」

Alice: Me too

抱緊我的手稍稍放緩了一些我的視線與凱爾充滿憐愛的目光交織在一起。

He guided my hands down a little bit. My eyes met with Kyle’s loving gaze.

Alice「凱爾…就保持現在這樣就好了。」

Alice: Kyle... let’s stay like this.

我把手繞到凱爾的脖子上，親吻了他。

I wrapped my arms around Kyle’s neck and gave him a kiss

Alice 「.....唔。」

Alice: ...Oh

回應親吻的甜蜜觸感，讓我發出陣陣喘息。

In response to the sweet feeling of the kiss, I breathed out softly. (A/N aftermath of the sweet atmosphere, soft pants. Something to that effect)

(我總是為凱爾率直的話語而心悸）

My heart keeps racing at Kyle’s cool words.

(不需要特地表現得帥氣。）

(Coolness that doesn’t need extra effort)

親吻之後，凱爾帶著微笑將額頭與我相貼。

After the kiss, with a smile Kyle pressed his forehead onto mine.

凱爾「妳又擺出一副讓我想抱緊妳的表情了。」

Kyle: You’re making an expression that makes me want to hug you again.

Alice「...可能是吧。」

Alice: Maybe?

凱爾「快過來吧。」

Kyle: Hurry up and come here

Alice「嗯。」

Alice: Uhn (Yes)

我飛撲進凱爾的懷中。

I flew into his embrace (A/N she flew into him. Same tho Alice...)

即使是略有涼意的春夜，但只要兩人互相依偎就能感到無比溫暖…

Even though it was actually a pretty cool spring night but when the two of us were embracing it felt extremely warm.

我感受著這份幸福，揚起了笑容～

I felt this feeling of happiness and smiled

END. 

THIS MARKS MY RETURN. THANK YOU TO THOSE OF YOU WHO WERE WAITING!!! 

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Let’s Do It

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1347

Summary: You relationship with Natasha has hit a stale point and you realize that needs to change when you find out that you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Mention of vomiting, Some light angst

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: Request by an anon, I hope you enjoy it :) I did my best to make it long for you and I sincerely hope it’s what you imagined it to be. Enjoy.

Set in an AU where a woman can biologically and naturally get another woman pregnant (just go with it).

You sighed as you carded your fingers through your unruly hair. You had just finished fight number four of this month with your girlfriend of three years, Natasha. Lately the two of you fought over every little thing and quite frankly, you were growing tired of it. The stress was getting to you and you found it was starting to affect your mental health too. You stepped into the large shower and let the blistering hot water fall over your skin in an effort to relax yourself. The relaxing atmosphere brought your mind to a happier time in your relationship with Nat and you yearned to go back. To go back to a time where Natasha was home and where whatever time you spent with her wasn’t taken up by lashing out at each other. A tear made its way down your face as all of your troubled feelings punched you in the gut at once. Your girlfriend was never home, your relationship was crumbling slowly into thousands of pieces, did she even love you anymore? A panicked feeling crawled up into your chest at the thought. It dug itself into your chest and your knees buckled below you. You were completely numb on the outside while on the inside your mind raced around faster than Natasha on her motorcycle. Tears flowed freely down your face, mixing with the water spraying out of the shower-head. When you finally mustered up enough strength to stand again you shut the water off and stumbled to your bed, falling into it and crying painful tears until you finally fall asleep.

You woke up the next morning and a wave of nausea promptly spread over you. You rushed to the toilet and emptied the contents of your stomach. Since you weren’t sick you chalked the nausea up to being a result of crying yourself to sleep last night and went about the rest of your day. It passed, with no Natasha in sight. You sighed and went to bed, alone and cold. When you woke up that morning, the nausea was there again and so you rushed back to the toilet. The following two mornings started the same and so you finally scheduled an appointment to see what was up with your stomach. 

“Have you taken a pregnancy test lately?” The doctor had just finished going through a check up and after ruling out any illnesses, concluded that you were either pregnant or suffering through a condition of sorts.

You pondered the question and tapped a finger against your chin. A look of wonder crossed your face, could you really be pregnant? A warm smile slowly appeared on your face as you  imagined what having a little Natasha running around would be like. “You know doctor, I haven’t. Do you have any on hand?”

The doctor nodded and reached into a draw, handing the packaged pregnancy test to you. You took a hesitant step into the bathroom, then the next few steps quickly and stared at the test. After a while you shrugged and followed the directions to the test, wondering if it would appear with double lines or not. 

Time stood at a standstill while you waited for the pregnancy test to process. You and Natasha hadn’t been intimate together in…how long was it now? You had no idea but you assumed that it was sometime before the fighting started which was...six weeks ago, give or take.

You paced around anxiously for the remainder of the ten minutes that the test was supposed to take, fiddling with your fingers and picking at your nails. As if your mind had an internal timer, you glanced towards the test and peered down at its display. Two blue lines. You sucked in a breath and held your tears at bay. The only coherent thought you had flickered through your mind repeatedly, Natasha needs to know.

Later that night, after searching through the entire compound, you knocked on the door to Natasha’s room…which was unused since the two of you had moved in together, right? You felt like breaking into sobs as your mind tore itself into pieces, some praying that Natasha wasn’t inside, sleeping without you, while the others desperately wanted to see her, no matter the current circumstances. 

After a few minutes of a vicious battle between the pieces of your consciousness, the door finally creaked open to show a sleepy, bleary eyed Natasha. ‘So she was sleeping without you, ouch,’ you thought. She blinked a few times and you watched as her mind processed that you were the one who had knocked on the door. “(Y/N).”

“Hi Nat,” you spoke meekly and fiddled with the bottom of your shirt, “I need to tell you something, can I come in?”

“Yeah of course.” The tension in the air was obvious as you cautiously took a seat on her couch. She looked at you, her head tilted in question and you internally cooed at the sight.

You squeezed your eyes shut and decided to just rip the bandage off. “I’m pregnant.” She blinked at you and her mouth formed the shape of an o. 

Natasha was silent and you kept your ears open for even the slightest sound from her. When nothing came after a while, you opened your mouth to speak again, only to find yourself cut off as she finally spoke up, “Let’s do it.”

“What?” You spoke the word slowly and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you certainly weren’t expecting her to say that.

“Let’s do it, (Y/N). Let’s have a kid, let’s start a family.” She sunk to her knees and scooted on the floor until she was situated in front of you. She grabbed your hands and laced her fingers through yours, giving both of them a firm squeeze as she glanced up at you. “You’re already pregnant, half of the work is already done. We can do it baby, I know it.”

You bit your lip and met her gaze, “You’re serious?” She nodded her head and you paused once more.

You spoke hesitantly and softly, thinking about each word carefully, “Our relationship is in shambles Nat, I mean, we aren’t even sleeping in the same bed anymore. How can we possibly have a kid?” You were conflicted, of course you wanted nothing more than to start a family with Natasha, she was it for you. It was you and her, till the end of the line...but things were so awful lately, so toxic.

“I know we’ve been fighting lately but we love each other, right?” You nodded and she let a small, sincere smile make its way onto her face. “This is just a small hiccup in our relationship, we’re three years strong babe, we’ll fix it.”

You sat, dumbfounded for a minute as you thought through her answer. The two of you could fix it, she loved you and you loved her and that was all that mattered. 

Natasha continued, her eyes pleading with you, “I know things aren’t great, but I promise to be better, to do my best for you (Y/N). Our relationship needs to change, regardless of the baby on the way. I love you and it kills me fighting with you all of the time.”

You were still conflicted but you trusted Natasha with everything that you had. You trusted that things would change, would become the environment that they needed to be in order to raise a child. You searched her eyes for one final answer, and you found it, “Ok, let’s do it.” 

She gave you a rare giddy smile and hopped up, picking you up and swinging you around the room in her arms. You squealed and she peppered your face in kisses. When she finally put you down she cupped your cheeks and connected her lips with yours, speaking to you through her actions: a language that you were expertly fluent in.

“I love you so much.” She rested her forehead against yours and clutched your arms tightly, though not enough to hurt you.

“I love you too, Natasha.”

A/N: I’m gonna use this author’s note to give a warm welcome to everyone new to my blog! My name is Viv, I run this blog and write all of the wonderful (hopefully) fics, though most of them are requests and very few are actually my own ideas. Right now I have two series going, you can find them in my masterlist (see bio) and the next parts of them will be written soon. Requests are always open and right now I’m cycling through updates to my series and a ton of Nat fics (to everyone who has requested one, I’m doing my best to go in order of when they were requested, I hope to get through all of them soon). I think that’s it, welcome to my blog and I look forward to sharing my future content with you all :) Thanks, Viv :)

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Home Again

(A/N:) It is with great honor and privilege that I can announce that I now have 100 followers! I woke up to the notification of that last follower I needed. So that was a wonderful thing to wake up to this morning! I wanted to do something special for the  wonderful people who found my blog worthy to follow and the stories they have liked/reblogged. When I first started out I was nervous I never shared my writings with anyone but my closest friends and now while I still want to do my best and make sure everything is perfect I’m having more fun than ever! So before I start rambling on too long I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone. You guys are amazing and wonderful people and I hope this special fanfic is a gift you enjoy. Happy reading! ~Countess

A continuation of: this

Title: Home Again

Word Count: 2,722

Warnings: Some suggestive themes, mentions of blood, and does extra sweet fluff need a warning?!

When you hung up with John, the ache in your heart increased. You tried to keep yourself busy with housework to keep from thinking if John was safe or when he was going to get home. When the house didn’t have a thing left to clean, you made trips to the grocery store. When the cabinets couldn’t hold another item, you took long walks around the block. A week passed then two. Now you didn’t feel like doing anything, the same old routine was getting boring. Even your favorite show on TV couldn’t hold your attention. You made something simple for supper just so you wouldn’t have many dishes to clean also you weren’t that hungry anyway. With a full stomach and a warm bath you decided to call it a day and go to bed. Dressed in your nightgown you read a chapter in your book, which didn’t really cheer you up either, before turning off the lamp on your bedside table. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep though John’s side was once again cold and you were missing the comforting presence of John. Many nights had passed where you slept without him but you couldn’t forget the safe environment he brought home. He had vowed to protect you always, to which you felt every time his arms wrapped around you. You dreamed vividly as you slept. John was in your vision but he was so far away. You ran trying to catch up to him shouting for him to stop but he continued on gaining distance from you. You cried out louder reaching out but you weren’t even close to reaching him. He disappeared before you fell into an abyss.

You awoke with a start the only light in the room from the full moon flooding through the window. Tears were in your eyes until you heard the familiar sound of John’s car pulling into the garage. You almost fell out of the bed thanks to a blanket wrapped around your foot from tossing and turning. You forgo your robe and slippers in your excitement. The stairs were defeated in a matter of seconds, every door couldn’t keep you long from seeing your husband. You were finally in the kitchen with the garage door looming before you. You almost barreled through the door in your excitement. With the door opened you could see John’s silhouette sitting on the driver’s side. The cold cement met your feet but you ignored the coldness. John didn’t even get the car door closed before you launched yourself at him. He caught you before you got yourself hurt. With your arms wrapped around his neck he chuckled as you left kisses all over his face.

“Is it safe to say you missed me,” he teased. You didn’t answer just cupping his cheeks to plant a firm ‘welcome home’ kiss on his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said once you released him. Now your world felt complete with John back home. You both chatted as you lead him inside, the tension in his body melted away as soon as the door to the garage closed. You held onto him as he removed his shoes before you helped him unbutton his suit jacket.

“Welcome home,” you finally spoke once the shock of his surprise trip home left. John touched your hand that you placed on his face the scratchiness of his beard a welcome sensation.

“It’s good to be home. Careful though I haven’t had time to bathe in awhile.”

“I don’t care,” you sniffed. You felt silly crying while he was gone and now that he was here you wanted to cry more. Just having him home eased the hurt in your heart especially that he was in one piece. Years ago when John had come back home it had been because he was so severely injured he had to stay in the assassin’s equivalent of a hospital.

John peeled you from his body. You wanted to fight against him just so you could hold him again but with the worried look in his brown eyes the fight left you.

“(Y/N) did anything happen while I was gone? No one hurt you did they?”

You shook your head, “No I just… you being gone for so long was really difficult for me this time around John. I just can’t bring myself to let you go. I didn’t know if you were dead or if you were hurt. Once we hung up the last time we talked I thought my heart was going to shatter. I tried not to get this way but I couldn’t help it.”

This time John held you. Knowing that you were dealing with so much pain because of his job hurt him. Of course he had warned you before you both got married and you said you could handle it. He knew you didn’t lie, he also understood that it would be difficult on you no matter what. Especially when he wouldn’t have time to let you know that he was okay. As a wife you wanted to be there for him, to care for him. He felt the same way. As your husband it was his duty to protect and provide for you, that was difficult if he had to stay away most of the time. He felt torn, what he did was the only thing he was good at. He was raised to be what he was. Maybe it was selfish to want to marry and start a family. He felt guilty like he wasn’t being fair to you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized only making you squeeze him tighter. “Maybe it would have been easier if I never asked you to marry me.”

You released him from your embrace only to stand back where he could get a good look at you. Your body language spoke of rage as you trembled and your eyes blazed in fury. Never in your life had John said something so stupid and selfish. Yeah maybe you were feeling down because he wasn’t here for a long time and this time around you felt really lonely. But not once did you have the feeling of regret when it came to your relationship with him.

“Jardani Jovanovic you stupid jerk. If I didn’t love you so much I’d punch you so hard right now. How could you say something so selfish and idiotic? Just because your absence was rougher on me this time around did not mean that at anytime did I regret ever saying yes. I love you more than anything that’s why I worried so much for you. I cannot believe that statement ever left your mouth. I can’t believe you kiss me with that same mouth.”

He could tell by the look in your eyes that now you were teasing. You still looked pretty mad but you were the type of person to lighten the situation. With him just getting home the last thing you wanted was to argue with him.

“You’re right as always,” he agreed kissing your forehead.

“I’m glad to see it my way. So now you need to go take a bath, cause you stink.”

“I told you!”

While John was busy putting his dirty clothes in the laundry basket you kept for his blood covered ‘work’ clothes you started filling the tub. The water was steaming to help ease whatever sore muscles he had qne you added some epsom salt you kept under the sink to relax John for a good night’s rest. You hummed a soft tune as you worked. John leaned against the doorway listening to your song and just watching you while holding a towel around his waist. He waited for a little bit before coming up behind you, he leaned over kissing your cheek.

“What are you doing John,” you smiled leaning into the kiss.

“Just watching you,” he replied.

“Well stop watching and get your stink ridden bod into this tub,” you laughed. John chuckled obeying you because he knew more than anyone that he needed a bath. You kept sitting by the tub unwilling to get far away from the dark haired man, he tried splashing you once but once you threatened to leave he simmered down. Though you were happy to have him home you couldn’t help but notice all the stitched wounds marking his body. Blood dripped from a particularly nasty stab wound on John’s back. You grabbed an extra wash cloth to press against the wound.

“Am I bleeding,” John asked.

“Just a little bit,” you hummed leaning out of his sight to make sure his water wouldn’t get soiled with blood. John’s heartbeat quickened feeling your hand on his back pressing firmly but gently. He hadn’t seen you in so long and just having you close was intoxicating.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes John,” you turned from your task just to see John’s face not far from yours. His eyes glowed intensely before he pressed his forehead to yours. A strand of his wet hair stuck to your cheek. You heard the water slosh as his hand lifted out of the water to be placed upon your flushed cheek. Once the water stilled silence took it’s place. No words needed to be spoken as the air thickened with intensity, John was home and he couldn’t be happier. Hungrily his mouth met yours, you had missed this warmth, warmth that he could only give. John’s other hand moved to hold your other cheek pulling you closer as his tongue danced with yours. You lost your balance, falling forward only to catch yourself against his chest, your arm fell into the tub soaking your nightgown sleeve as your fingertips barely brushed John’s thigh before meeting the bottom of the tub. Your heart was thudding rapidly in your chest and John’s chest was moving swiftly against your left hand. Seconds passed before you both parted, John held you against him as you breathed to regain your breath. You didn’t care that his arms were dripping water on your nightgown causing it to become soaked and stick to your back. You smiled against the bare skin of his chest.

“Is it safe to say that you missed me,” you repeated what he had said when he first got home.

He chuckled giving your trembling body a squeeze, “Of course. I’m actually questioning why I leave you in the first place.”

“To bring home the bacon,” you answered looking at a small nick on his shoulder. John’s stomach growled at your statement causing you both to laugh. “Speaking of bacon it sounds like someone is hungry.”

“Guilty,” John was blushing.

“Do they not feed you at the Continental?! Seriously am I going to have to get on to Winston?”

“They boast to have some of the best chefs that anyone could hope for, but it’s hard to eat when you do the job that I do.” John was looking far off trying to remember everything he had eaten within the past month. He could remember a couple protein bars and a few meals in his hotel room, but other than that he couldn’t remember eating anything at all. He was surprised his stomach hadn’t growled sooner. Though Winston kept the finest chefs around he couldn’t help but find himself missing your cooking as he ate whatever he could get quick and easy. As much as he hated to see you leave the bathroom he was excited to know that you were making him something. It’d help him sleep better anyway without worrying about the gnawing emptiness in his stomach.

With John finishing up his bath you made it to the kitchen and started pulling ingredients out of the fridge. You decided something quick was the best option, you’d be able to spend more time with John before bed and it’d be almost ready by the time he got out of the tub. You cracked a few eggs before beating them to fix an omelet. John could hear you bustling around the kitchen he smiled to himself at the normalcy as he leaned back against the tub. He clenched his hands thinking about the kiss you just shared. He wanted to pull you into the tub with him but he didn’t want to drench your nightgown anymore where you’d feel uncomfortable. It’d been so long since he gotten to hold you let alone kiss you, it was wearing at his control. You hummed a tune to yourself unaware of your surroundings when arms wrapped around your waist startled you.

“John,” you jumped away panting as the adrenaline flowing through your veins calmed, “don’t do that!”

He laughed stepping closer to kiss your cheek, “Sorry I couldn’t help myself.” He was dressed in his favorite pajama pants with a loose white shirt and his hair was tied up in a ponytail. You had been playing with John’s hair one evening when you put it up in a ponytail as a joke, turns out he actually liked it and started wearing his hair like that of his own accord. You couldn’t complain either as it helped show off his features even better.

“Well then you can just finish up your food then,” you teased stepping away from the stove to hold out the spatula.

“I’m sorry,” he swooped in burying his face into your neck. “Please forgive me!”

You snorted, “You’re forgiven. Now you better let me go before your omelet starts to burn.”

As John ate you both chit chatted about different things. He thought it was funny on how you spent most of your time. It was mundane compared to how he spent his time. You pouted as he laughed but after awhile you couldn’t help but laugh with him. He kept what he did a little bit secret but he didn’t want to give you all the gory details about his job, it made him afraid that if you knew his skills it’d make you fear him. You had a pretty good idea of everything went on while he was away it didn’t make you love him any less. Working together the dishes were washed to sit in the dish drainer overnight. Having John home made you realize how little sleep you had been getting and John was running on adrenaline alone. So it surprised you that he didn’t pass out after finishing eating.

Laying down you wanted to cry for joy at the feel of John’s body heat. His side of the bed had remained cold for too long. He held you tightly against his chest. He had fallen asleep immediately but with him snoring softly against your ear you wanted to hang on to enjoy the moment for a little longer. Before you married John if someone told you there was an underground world of assassins all over the world you would have laughed in their face. Now it was funny to you because you married one of those said assassins. Touching the scars on his fingers you hummed to yourself. Maybe John would be able to stay home a little longer this time. Sometimes you wanted to be selfish and tell him just to quit and stay home with you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to make such a statement. It was John’s decision if he wanted to leave his life behind, he had explained early on how hard it would be for him to leave. Not for him but what he would have to do just to leave that type of life style behind was frightening. You’d deal with everything even if it meant that you had to be alone for several weeks at a time. Though you did admit to yourself that having him back was better than anything you’d ever received, just not sleeping alone made your heart happy. Even though your sleeping partner was now snoring loudly in your ear. You giggled when he snored particularly loud but despite the noise of the sawmill laying by your side, your eyelids began to droop. You yawned feeling safe and warm for the first time in a month. Your last view was of John’s sleeping face then you fell asleep smiling with a full heart and a warmth that only love could bring.

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2019/12/31 Blog post by Wakana 【12月の出来事その②&2019年「令和元年」ありがとう】 

【December Events Part 2 & Thank you 2019 ~ 1st Reiwa Year】

It’s New Year's Eve, seems like we will get temperatures up to 19°C in Tokyo today (* _ *) Ever since the morning I have had all my windows open but surprisingly it hadn’t gotten cold in my house, it’s very pleasant. Is it really December …(^-^; It’s the last day of 2019, the last day of the first Reiwa year.  I feel a little sad, how the time has gone by, how we have transitioned from one era to the next, in a way we are always rushing, running through the year thinking, “ahhh, one year really passes by in the blink of an eye”. Hello, this is Wakana (0￣ ▽ ￣0) / While rushing through 2019 I enjoyed many lovely sceneries 🌠 Well, today I will talk some more about my December events. Five days after my one-man live, I had an appearance for the public recording of "Yoshida-Yamada's Doremi File" on December 15 @Odawara Dynacity. That day I woke up to a beautiful sunrise. During the program we had a section where I introduced Yoshida/Yamada-san to my favourite gyoza sauce, I had previously shared my so-called Moon-Viewing Sauce on Instagram.  I enthusiastically prepared the sauce ...but the reactions were rather underwhelming *laughs*  I confirmed, “yes, I am really putting an egg in there!” People may have mixed feelings about it but I really want everyone to give it a try! Hot gyoza served with Chinese black vinegar, soy sauce, chili oil and egg yolk taste exceptional! !

And although that part wasn’t aired on TV we also had a little live corner where I performed three songs accompanied by piano. I really hit it off with the pianist Sakai Yurie-san who I had met during the rehearsals. We love the same Western TV shows so we got super excited about that, on top of that we use the exact same method of crime prevention when we are walking alone in the streets at night, it’s very unique so I was quite surprised to finally find someone who is doing the very same thing. I never thought anyone else would come up with such an idea *laughs* At that point, I literally closed the distance between us in one go by switching from "Yurie-san" to "Yurie-chan". At this kind of mini-live I was able to clearly feel the warmth of the audience, I wanted time to stand still so that I could create special moments of music for everyone. The warm atmosphere surrounding the venue and the Christmas decorations were very impressive, I treasured singing each and every song. During the second half of the program we celebrated Yamada-san’s (he was born on Dec 13) and my birthday with a cake and some singing. I was so happy ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Yoshida-san, Nat-chan, staff members, everyone at the venue, thank you so much for singing together for us ♪ Well, let’s continue with December 22!  That day I held a fan club exclusive special talk event to commemorate the release of my "Aki no Sakura EP". Once again I was joined by Natsuko ♪♪ During meetings I wondered about what kind of event I would like it to be, I really wanted the fans to be able to see lots of behind the scenes stuff so that’s what we decided to do. First of all, Nat-chan and I started with some excited chit-chat then there was a slide show of various photos taken with my Wa-kame (e.g. bts pics of the "Aki no Sakura" MV shoot, the cover shoot, pictures of my latest recording sessions, pictures of summer memories together with Nat-chan, etc ...) While we were looking at the pictures we kept talking and explaining...[Day event] & [Evening event] We also watched a digest of my appearance at Odawara Dynacity (personally I thought the the video was really good since it covered everything starting from the rehearsal up until the actual performance). And since it was almost time for Christmas we all sang Jingle Bells together. In JAPANESE! (Isn't that super exciting? A Japanese version of Jingle Bells! I didn’t even know that existed!!) (Look! This mysterious rawness of our singing) And then we had everyone’s favourite part, the present game! (I really love that feeling of excitement when I don’t know what kind of present I will be taking out of the bag next) [Day event] & [Evening event] Everyone who came really participated with all their might, you laughed, clapped along and sang along with bright shining eyes...THANK YOU!! I really hope you had a good time ♪ [Day event] & [Evening event] I guess 2019 is really over ...there is so much that happened. I had my solo debut, this year was like a celebration of a new start for me. I experienced so many new things. When I released my first single and first album, I thought, "I want to make more songs from now on, I want to treasure them and sing them for the rest of my life." As the number of songs increased, precious thoughts and memories also increased. I always sang with these thoughts and memories in mind, I was constantly being reminded of everyone’s faces so I looked forward to meeting you again. Looking back, 2019 was a year in which my thoughts and my music changed a lot. I really cherish the fact that I have been able to meet so many of you. I'm truly grateful to all of you! I wonder what the next year is going to be like. I want it to be a year where I can meet as many of you as possible. Everyone, please have a Happy New Year! Until next year～🌠( *'▽'*)/🌠 *** Wakana ***

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