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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HSHSHSHJD I know I already have another ask in ur inbox but I’m just. Super curious rn and I NEED to hear ur take because I trust you will give the best answer ever but. What music do u think stsg listen to? I know teen sugu listening to mitski has been talked about…. But….. what else !! Me personally I see gojo (teen and adult versions) being a biggg Bruno mars fan…. Occasionally listening to gaga…. Maybe some Beyoncé… Katy perry… you get the vibes :3 very upbeat songs that u can just vibe to I think. But DARE I SAY I think gojo would enjoy listening to songs from musicals. At first I think he would be like “musicals??? U mean like theatre??? Boring🤨🤨” (< envisioned teen gojo saying this all arrogant and cocky my little loser <333) but then you catch him screaming the lyrics to some Hamilton song when nobody else is around. He was trying to be cool infront of sugu okay. (He’s my little meowmeow) BUTTTT also. Aside from listening to sadgirl themed music (Mitski, laufey, pheobe Bridgers, etc etc) I feel like suguru would like “older” bands a bit? I know you mentioned him reading classics so it made me think. Maybe a bit of the smiths, the cure, etc…. Part of me wants to say he might listen to modern baseball but. Sigh,… would that be a controversial take chat….. is that just me projecting….. What do u think!!! This got way too long don’t look at me…. Curls into a ball in the corner of the room — stsg anon \(^ヮ^)/

STSG ANON MY DEAREST <3333 i put a bunch of cushions in the corner so you can curl up comfortably!! make yourself at home :3

goshhhh literally every single one of these are so real……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫 gojo listening to upbeat pop music so true, sugu listening to The Classics SO true……. i think he’d absolutely loveeeeee the smiths oh my god. he’s also 100% the type to wear those white tees w some band cover on the front…. oversized and a lil faded….. he’s so babygirl <3333 AND MODERN BASEBALL GODDDD YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG i always think of him and toru when i listen to tears over beers :((( he would love them…. also can i just say . the mountain goats 👉👈 the front bottoms 👉👈 sugu loves them all !!!

with that being said . SOOOOO REAL SO TRUE SATORU WOULD BE A MUSICAL LOVER THERE’S NO DOUBT IN MY MIND …… technically i KNOW he’s more of a stem kid but in my heart he’s a theatre kid. it just makes sense. AND OFC YOU GET IT STSG ANON ……. ohhh he would love singing along 😔😔 he wouldn’t be able to help himself!!! i feel like he’s sort of embarrassed abt it in high school (”he was trying to be cool in front of suguru” CANON BTW!!!), but when he’s all grown up? COMPLETELY unabashed. he loves musicals so much. his favorite would 100% be the legally blonde musical no i don’t take criticism…. he stans elle woods as he should!! also plays the songs on repeat loudly and it irritates everyone else <33

sadly i feel like sugu would be the boring type :/// who doesn’t like musicals ://////// very disappointing but that’s just who he is . satoru would make him see the light though!!! i can see suguru really enjoying my personal favorite musical of all time…. the guy who didn’t like musicals (WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY IT’S SO GOOD IT CHANGED MY LIFE 😔😔😔) <333 bc of the meta commentary!! and i think he’d like the humour too. usually he just indulges satoru in whatever musical he forces him to watch but when they watch it he genuinely chuckles a couple times and looks interested so satoru gets SO hyped …… cuties

as you can tell i’m Normal abt musicals (i love them so much i would die without them) BUT ANYWAYYY your asks can never be too long stsg anon…. pls don’t worry….. you could write a whole essay and i would simply eat it up <33 THIS WAS SO FUN TO THINK ABT AND I AGREE W ALL YOUR PICKS!!!!

[raayllum]

Thank you so much for replying to my crazy rambling 😅 I really enjoy reading your metas and engaging with the show on that level! You don't have to reply to this one but: the sketch/shard they used for Rayla's short story stood out to me. I might be wrong but 1) she's the only one so far whose eyes aren't visible (probably cs she was crying) and 2) the shard behind her looks like Aaravos' mirror prison 2 me, complete with a blurry version of his reflection? -queenofthesurfacestreets

Aah yes so I can't tell with the reflection thingy (it almost looks like the Spire, but it's some kind of peaky black shape no matter what?) but I do want to talk about the eyes on two notes because this is a motif in TTM as well as the Book One novelization in particular in really interesting ways, which is that eyes represent truth / clarity of mind and vision, and Viren of course increasingly loses that as he goes along (cue eye symbolism motif) so it also loops back into the Viren&Rayla parallels running throughout everything.

[After failing to kill Marcos] But would her eyes give away her cowardice? She would have to keep her head down.

[Fleeing the castle with the boys] Rayla wondered if Callum could see in her eyes that yes, everything was wrong.

[Boat scene] “Yes,” Rayla said. “Next question.” But when she faced the boys, Callum saw a little light in her eyes.

“Have you told us the truth about everything?” He looked her in the eye. Rayla met Callum’s gaze and held it for a long while, as if trying to decide what to say. “Ugh, fine,” she finally said, breaking the stare.

He held the egg out to Rayla like a peace offering, with a warm and trusting look in his eyes. But Rayla shook her head as guilt welled up inside her.

Before she snaps at him for the first time and reiterates her pain about her family and her lack of answers, as well as that the fight not be over.

Before she doubles down on going into the portal, specifically, to ensure that Viren is dead. Callum wants to help her get closure on her parents and that's why he is fine with lying to Lujanne, but Rayla fears the whole world may be at stake, and this is the only way to ensure Viren is really gone.

I have to be strong. No matter what. And if you said even one word to me, I wouldn’t be—couldn’t be. If I stay even until your eyes open and you yawn your silly morning yawn, I’ll break. I’ll still be here when the sun rises today, and the next day, and the next…

Again, Rayla is not thinking clearly in TTM. She's paranoid, and grieving, and traumatized, and so so terrified. Her vision and clarity are impaired. She's not well.

Like keep in mind the force and content of her breakdown in 3x04, and that was when she hadn't actually done anything wrong. She hadn't abandoned anyone, she hadn't run away. She just hadn't killed who she was supposed to (and that was enough for the punishment to feel earned to her, by the end of it).

Now she has abandoned the person she loves the most, she has run away believing she'll never be able to come back, and she hasn't killed who she was supposed to. She's going to be an utter mess in S4.

I only hope I have enough tissues in time when it comes to seeing it.

[ofhomeland-a]

hello happy new year ! even though i’ve been on tumblr on and off for almost like 8 years or something , i’ve only been writing dinah on tumblr since october 23rd and even though i don’t interact with nearly as many people as i’d like to , it warms my heart that this many people enjoy what i write ! they enjoy my portrayal and they share the same love that i have for my muse , and that means everything to me ! because dinah madani ? oh , boy ... she stomped into my own home and snatched my own heart from my chest ; i love her so much , and i love writing her character so much . so uh , i know this is such an ugly post , but i was taken by surprise when i took a quick look through my followers this morning .

first of all , i want to thank each and every one of you for following me and wanting to interact . i appreciate you all not only for enjoying my content and portrayal , but just for existing and getting through it all . you’re here , it’s about to be a new year , and i’m proud of you for that . 

second , i do want to shout at a few people real quick because that’s what people do on these things , right ?

CLOSEST FRIENDS

@agentstein / @catwalksilhouette / @brightwasright / @finaldisorder — we’ve been at this for almost a decade . we met on this hellsite and we formed a relationship on this hellsite and now you’re my best friend and fiance . you support me and indulge all of my weird ass ideas . nothing is too ‘ far out ’ for you ; you never make me feel insecure about my characters or ideas . love that for me . love that for us . you’re the best and i’m just so thankful we met on our jim and molly blogs so feckin’ long ago . you’re the light in my life , and the main reason i continue on . as with every relationship , there are bumps , but god damn we work through them like the champions we are . keep on keepin’ on , you funky little love bug . i love you more than life .

@kingoftheravens / @apogexn — *slaps top of head* this bad boy can fit so many creative ideas in it !!!! no but really , no matter how often i disappear , vicious is DEADASS always here to welcome me back with open arms with zero guilt trips or anything like that . we met ( briefly ) on this blue hellsite like 5+ years ago , and i always really looked up to her as a person and her amazing world building . she was actually one of the first people i met when i made loki all those years ago , so ofc when i saw her url floating around once i made brock , i had to reach out despite being scared to , and i’m so glad i did . <3 vicious , ily and you’re just spectacular . thank you for being such an awesome friendo .

@kupale / @hadncchoice — GOBS i know you aren’t here , but i miss you terribly . we’ve been through ... a lot together LMAO but we came out stronger because of it ! i’m so glad you decided to stick around , and i’m so glad we stuck with each other through it ! i know i speak for milo too when i say this , but you’re amazing . you’re a trooper and you’re going to keep trooping on . i miss you !!!! <3

@soulstcne — !!!!!! this is another one that is literally always here and ready to welcome me back with open arms whenever i disappear and decide to come back . i can never repay your kindness and patience , but i absolutely appreciate it more than anything . shauna is always ready to plot and just spitball ideas ALL day and i love it so much ! also ashley ?? whew , she’s just as amazing <333 

BABES

@zombleeds / @griefends / @whisperswar — MELANIE . ICB !!! i know i’ve said this 100 times , but i remember being in awe of your frank when i wrote on my bucky and i’m just SO glad i decided to reach out to you !!! i know once i stop being a massive potato , we are going to write beautiful and heart breaking things >) thank you for being so positively amazing !!!

@jigscw — i know we don’t talk often , but i just wanted to thank you for always indulging my random IM’s screaming about either dinah & billy or krista & billy . you’re honestly really easy to talk to , and your billy is just CHEF KISS . i love him !!! i love the way you write him ! the tone !!! HHHH everything . thank you for writing with me !

@cynicomplex — listen i know we don’t talk a whole lot , but i appreciate you so much ! i love how open you are to my dumb ideas , and you always support them ! i also love how much i love our two idiots here ..... they’re so dumb and i just can’t with them . i know we’ve only written a few things together , and haven’t really gotten too far in any of them , but the chemistry between dinah and devrah is undeniable ! soon they’ll see they belong together ... soon ... 

@affcgato / @readyforyours / @idumean / @takeseffort / @huntersprayer — i’m so glad i accidentally liked a random thread between you and someone else , because it MADE me reach out in order to apologize for being awkward . i’ve always loved your characterization , no matter the muse . you’re such a sweet and amazing person , i’m really glad we’ve started talking !! also , i just want to point out that fact that you’re incredibly strong , and i am so proud of you !! for getting through the BS that you did !!! and the fact that you’re able to come back ,,, <3 i really hope to plot with you very soon ( with any of your muses ! ) but i just ned to stop being Potato first !!! 

@tocxmply — I KNOW I’M A SLOW ASS POTATO , but we’re 2 replies into our thread and it’s already got me feelin’ some type of way . i love your take on bucky , i love your writing , and i love your dedication . thank you so much for not only following me , but also entertaining my ideas and helping me plot something wonderful . you’re wonderful !

@hakune — !!!!! we haven’t written yet , but when we do .... oh the dash isn’t prepared for it !!! i love your characterization , your write all of your muses with such dedication and love , it’s amazing to see . also your energy on the dash ? top notch . i’m living for it !! 

@warhunting / @blcckbiird / @knifesavvy — i’m sorry you have to put up with so much from shitty people in your inbox . every time i see it , it makes me so angry . but honestly , you’re such a strong person and i’m proud of you for continuing to do what you love ! also rick and dinah ? cuties . i hope to continue developing them in 2020 !

@ikumkani / @sundiety — wow ... your conviction . your energy !!!! your writing !!!!!!! i really admire you and T’Challa , like ... you write him and about him with such a dedicated passion , i can FEEL it radiating from every word ! i love the fact that i can hear his voice in my head with every word , and those headcanons ??? i can’t . also hold on a second , SOL CAME INTO MY OWN HOME and stole my heart , okay . i love her concept , i love her ! i love reading about her , and learning more about her . thank you so much for blessing my dash with your wonderful creations .

@putrifyre — i’ve said it once and i’ll say it 100 more times : I LOVE TASS . I LOVE HIM !!!! I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE ABOUT HIM . i love how emotional he is !! how loving he is toward his SO’s ! how Soft™ he can be !!! one wouldn’t expect it coming from someone like him , and that really just adds so much to his character ! i’m in love with everything you have for him !! and then you !! oh , you’re a gem ! i know we’ve only spoken a few times , mainly because i’m Shit with keeping up w people , but you’re so ,,, nice . you’re so easy to talk to !! 

@arrowfcrged — !!! omg I LOVE victor , and I LOVE his and dinah’s dynamic so much . and i LOVE how sweet you are ! you’re very welcoming , very fun , and you’re always up for plotting and tossing ideas around ! love that ! thank you so much for writing with me , and for inadvertently helping me figure out dinah’s own sort of vigilante verse . writing with you definitely assisted in fleshing her reasoning out , and it’s wonderful that i was able to do that with you <3

LOVELIES

@cthlicdevil / @warstrike / @boundedbygrief / @elataan / @lcdiablcblanc / @stormweathered / @riddel / @deferentially / @rouqehair / @deivll / @venomtm / @hoyled / @prcsopa / @sniperwithasmoke / @br6vo / @detectiev / @dunnithole / @wardogsong / @hittcr / @fbiartist / @huntreborn / @becomedeviant / @craene / @warcharged / @lasw3ll / @childhealcr / @standsready / @tlmebreaks / @codedhonor / @marredset / @aresblessed / @avocadefense / @fairdoves / @wristful / @falsedking / @hlekter / @miserybled / @cadisfly / @brightprofiler / @healsiick / @thestarskiller / @palespyder / @shitgiven / @ashtouch / @awbartonno / @hopeswrath / @geneticempath / @conflyct / @lucifeyr / @tapewormking / @suppetior 

happy new year , everyone ! let’s make it a great one <3

[juminss-cat]

Ummm... Can i request Rfa + V reacting to a MC who got disowned for being gay (it dosen't matter if It's female or male mc) It's super okay If you don't want to do this, i'm just gay and live for angst :) (Also i love your blog

This is a long one oh my gosh. I hope this is okay, nonny, and I really hope this didn’t happen to you!! My inbox is always open and, as a bisexual myself, I am a huge supporter of the LGBTQ+ community. I kept the MC gender neutral although the relationship with the characters is perceived as romantic!

Yoosung:

⭑ He’s honestly offended as fuck. You’d been dating for awhile now and, while you’d warned him that your parents may not accept it, he wasn’t expecting this.

⭑ “Get the hell out of our house,” your father snapped, pointing at the door, face stern and your own face blanched.

⭑ “Dad, please just hear me out,” you plead and his face remained hard and closed off, the only emotion showing being anger. Yoosung’s arm around your waist tightened into your skin just shy of painfully in his own anger.

⭑ “MC, please, just go,” your mother said at least having the right to look somewhat dejected about kicking their own child out of their house.

⭑ “You’d kick your own child out of the house just because they’re gay?” Yoosung asked incredulously, violet eyes blazing with barely contained rage and how your parents were treating you. You placed your hand on his chest in an attempt to placate him, knowing him getting angrier would only complicate things further.

⭑ “I don’t have a child. Not anymore,” your father snapped and startled tears fell down your face. Yoosung’s jaw clenched as he pulled your further into him, walking the both of you towards the door. He tried his best to remain vaguely civil, to not yell and scream at your parents for the way they were treating you. He slammed the door shut behind you both and held you in his arms.

⭑ “MC,” he murmured, brushing away your tears with his thumbs, liquid pooling in his own eyes. His usual cheerful, youthful exterior was gone, replaced by a sincerity you’d rarely seen him show, the seriousness of the situation ageing him. “I’m so sorry, MC. What—what can I do?” He asked, biting his lip and frowning when you shook your head.

⭑ “Take me home,” you whimpered and he nodded, leading you to the car and starting it up. He kept both hands on the wheel, he was a nervous driver, but kept sparing you glances, asking if you were okay, if there was anything he could do. Your sobs intensified once he pulled into a parking space outside of your shared apartment and he broke.

⭑ “MC, come here, come on, let’s get you inside, yeah?” He asked, helping you to your feet and out of the car, all but carrying you through the front door. The minute it was shut you collapsed into him, sobs wracking your body and tears staining his shirt.

⭑ “I’m sorry. I wanted them to accept me, to accept us,” you apologised and he’s shushing you, pulling you to the sofa and bundling you up in his arms tightly. His hand in your hair is a comfort and it momentarily distracts you from the pain in your chest that’s spreading throughout your body. You try to relish in the contact but it brings back your parents’ angry faces, the disappointment, the lack of hesitance before they completely disowned you.

⭑ “MC, come on sweetie, it’s okay!” He said, trying to keep his voice upbeat and reassure you despite knowing that it wasn’t, in fact, okay. You knew as much and his attempts at calming you did nothing but make you cry harder. With every tear that dripped from your eyes his rage grew as did his own sorrow.

⭑ In the end he called for a pizza and lined up your favourite movies. He knew nothing he could say would help in the moment, you were beyond consolable, but he could try and take your mind off of things, if only for a little while. He did everything he could to make you laugh, cracking silly jokes and even telling you he’ll stop playing LoLoL if you smiled just a little for him.

⭑ He ran you a bath after the pizza and movies were finished and crouched next to the tub, running his hands through your hair and rubbing your scalp gently as you leaned into his touched. He washed you tenderly and dried you off carefully, pulling an old t-shirt over your head as you put on a pair of underwear.

⭑ “I’ll always be here, MC. I could never leave you, and I’ll always be your family.”

Zen:

♪ He gets it. Boy does he actually bloody understand it. He knows the pain of having your family disapprove of you for things you can’t control, he knows what it’s like to be shunned and disowned. His own pain is fresh in his mind when he watches your parents kick you out, yelling at you about how you’re a disgrace, how all they wanted was a good child, a child who could make them proud.

♪ It was all he could do to not punch your father in the mouth as he spewed insults in your face while shoving you out of the door. He settled for spitting a ‘fuck you’ in his face before slamming the door shut and pulling you into his arms, running his hands up and down your back and comforting you as best he could.

♪ He knew there was nothing he could do or say to make the pain stop, he knew all too well that it’s a wound only time can heal. So he settles for holding you up as you almost sink to the pavement and carrying you to the car, whispering mumbled reassurances and adoring words.

♪ “Jagi, come here,” he murmured, opening his arms once he was sat in the driver’s seat and you awkwardly clambered into his lap, your head falling onto his shoulder as tears dampen the collar of his shirt. You feel his sighs, the way his body is tense with anger and you cry harder, clinging to him as if he’s your lifeline.

♪ His chin comes to rest on the crown of your head, words whispered against your hair, blowing the strands out slightly and you sniff, trying your best to quell the sobs rising in your chest. He holds you as you fall apart, strong harms holding the broken pieces of you together while they try their best to break completely. He holds you while you sob and scream, in both anger and utter despair. He holds you until your tears have run dry and your voice is hoarse. He holds you until you pull back.

♪ “I wanna go home,” you croak and he nods, eyes big and round and sad, looking up at you with sadness reflected in his ruby irises. He helps you into the passenger seat and straps you in, keeping one hand on your knee the entire time he drives, moving it only to change gears or indicate. His thumb rubs gentle circles into your skin, doing what he can to calm you in the short drive home.

♪ He carries you into his apartment, keeping your body cradled against his as he lays you onto the bed, sitting next to you and taking your hand in his own, thumb rubbing your skin as you stare at the wall blankly. He knows talking won’t help but he also knows that comfort can.

♪ “MC? Can I hold you?” He waits for you to nod your consent before slotting his body behind you and pulling you into him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. His hands card through your hair, fingers gently grazing against your scalp as he peppers kisses to the nape of your neck and shoulders.

♪ “I’m sorry,” you whispered and he shook his head, pulling you even closer towards him and lacing his hands over your stomach, burying his face in the nape of your neck and inhaling your scent. “I wanted them to approve of us. I—I know your family doesn’t approve of you and I hoped that mine would but I—” you trailed off, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks as you choked on the words and hushed you, letting you roll over and bury your face in his chest.

♪ “Jagi, it’s alright,” he murmured, voice strained as his own misery spiked up upon seeing yours. He inhaled deeply before sighing, propping his chin on your head. He thought for a moment, thoughts turning over in his head while he mulled each one over. “We can always make our own family, MC.”

Jaehee:

♨︎ Since her parents died when she young, she doesn’t have much experience with familial things. She wasn’t aware that they wouldn’t accept the both of you until you were shoved out of their house after visiting them and revealing the extent of your relationship. You were both too dumbfounded to even try to fight, angry and betrayed tears springing to your eyes.

♨︎ The evening air was cold, the feeling of frost dancing on the wind and you shivered from both the chill and emotions as the door was slammed in your face. Jaehee stood blinking at the door for a moment, surprise coursing through her before she came to her senses and turned to face you. Your face was pale and eyes wide, mouth slightly parted.

♨︎ “MC…” You stumbled forward into her arms, face pressed against the junction of her neck and shoulder, skin warm in the cold night. Her arms came to wrap around you, hands just rubbing your back as you closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. Your chest was tight, throat thick with emotion and her arms did little to quell the shaking in your body. “Let’s get you home,” she murmured, ushering you into the car and strapping you in before taking the wheel. The drive home was silent, pierced only by your sniffles and occasional sobs and her heart broke every time she heard them. Her hand fumbled for yours halfway through and you clutched onto it tightly, your fingers shaking.

♨︎ The apartment was dark and empty, the cafe below it shut up, and she set to work turning on the lights and getting you settled on the sofa. She sat down next to you, pulling you into her embrace once more and stroking your hair. She was warm and comfortable, she smelt like coffee and home and love and you snuggled further into her, seeking refuge from your emotions. Her arms tightened around your shaking frame as she pulled you closer to her, sighing softly into the dim light of the living room.

♨︎ “I—I’m sorry,” you apologised and she pulled back, confusion plain on her features as she regarded you with wide eyes.

♨︎ “You’re sorry?” She asked and you nodded, looking down at the blanket covering you, picking at a few loose threads on the material. You blinked back some tears and cleared your throat.

♨︎ “I wanted us to have a family. I know your parents are—I wanted mine to accept us,” you stuttered out, tears falling from your eyes and down your cheeks. She sighed and pulled you back against her, pressing her forehead against yours. She remained silent for a moment more, curling the strands of your hair around her finger, your breath mingling together, her eyes slipping shut in contentment. She steadied herself before saying,

♨︎ “MC. As nice as it would have been to have your family’s approval, we can be our own family,” You sniffed, closing your eyes and breathing in her scent. Our own family. You liked the sound of that.

Jumin:

₩ Boy is so confused. He’s not used to not being liked and being disliked by your parents is not one of his worries. It doesn’t even occur to him. So when they kick you both out of their house after a visit, spitting hateful words at the both of you and telling you to never come back, he can do little else other than blink and try to sort out the situation in his head.

₩ Your shaking frame and sobs break him out of his thoughts and his eyes widen slightly, hands reaching out and pulling you against his chest, his heartbeat thumping steadily in your ears. He engulfs you in his arms and holds you while your sob, his normally calm grey eyes turning stormy, anger rearing its head inside of him. He has half a mind to storm back into your house and give your parents a piece of his mind but he refrains. Aside from it having repercussions to you, it would be also highly unprofessional.

₩ “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed and his arms tightened around you, face burying into the crown of your head, your hair tickling his skin. He shook his head, pressing gentle kisses to your scalp until your sobs turned to hiccups and your tears ran dry. You refused to lift your head from his chest, his scent and heartbeat being your only lifeline as of now.

₩ “My darling, what do you need?” He asked, hands rubbing your back gently, voice tender and soft. You asked him to take you home, to bring around the car and he nodded, taking his phone from his pocket and dialling for Driver Kim.

₩ If Driver Kim was surprised to you in such a state, he didn’t show it. He remained as professional as ever, opening the door for both you and Jumin before once again sitting behind the wheel, starting the car engine with a hum. He did offer you a small, comforting smile in the car’s mirror and you returned it as best you could, ear still pressed against Jumin’s chest.

₩ The trip home was long and silent, punctuated by your sniffles and Jumin’s occasional sigh of frustration. Never in his life had he felt so helpless before. He was still shocked as to how your parents could outright disown you, spit such harsh words and all but shove you out of the door. It made his blood boil and his heartbreak.

₩ You must’ve fallen asleep at some point, the emotional exhaustion taking a toll on you as, when you woke up, it was to the rhythmic steps of Jumin as he carried you inside, your head lolling on his shoulder and his arms under your legs and back. You hummed contently, momentarily forgetting what had transpired earlier. He smiled down at you, leaning to press a kiss against your forehead as one of his guards opened the penthouse door for him.

₩ It wasn’t until he settled you down on the sofa, the last remnants of sleep ebbing away, that what had happened hit you like a brick wall. Fresh tears rolled down your face and Jumin’s face contorted briefly before it smoothed out once more. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his side as he played with your hair.

₩ “MC,” he started, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I know you’re upset and rightly so, but please try to refrain from blaming yourself.” You stopped, wondering how he could see through you so well, as if the walls to your heart and soul were mere glass to him.

₩ “I can’t. It’s— I should’ve known. I should’ve kept it to myself and—and—” You broke off into a sob and he’s highkey thinking about calling for his doctor to see if he can ease your pain. It’s a shame, he muses idly, that emotional pain is not as easily fixed as it’s physical counterpart.

₩ “It is obvious that your parents do not deserve to have a child as loving and perfect as you. It is truly their loss.” You closed your eyes and turned your face into his chest, inhaling his scent and trying to take refuge in his heartbeat. “Besides, I think this just shows that it is time to start our own family and make sure to not repeat the same mistakes.”

Seven/Saeyoung:

☾ He understands damaged families all too well. He knows how much it hurts to have parents who don’t care about you, how much it rips you apart when they want nothing to do with you. When the two of you are angrily shoved out of the door, harsh words being spat after you, his own heart breaks for you.

☾ His hurt turns to anger as you collapsed into his embrace, tears streaming from your wide eyes, pain etched into your beautiful features. You have to grab ahold of his arm to stop him from storming back in through the door and ruining your parents with angry words and insults. The fight drains out of him as you plead with him, words broken by your sobs, and he shushes you, pulling you back against him.

☾ Luckily his car is parked close by and he walked towards it with you, keeping his arm tightly around your shoulders, his lips pressed to your temple. He unlocked the door and ushered you in before sitting himself in the driver’s seat, allowing you to clamber into his lap. It was uncomfortable, the steering wheel digging into your back and your legs cramped on either side of him, but you were too upset to care, too distraught to register the pain. You clung to him, fisting his shirt and crying into the crook of his neck as he blinked back his own tears.

☾ “MC, hey, it’s gonna be okay,” he murmured, trying his best to comfort you with words that he knew had little impact on your current mental state. You continued to cry into his neck, your tears dripping down your face and onto his skin, pooling in his clavicle.

☾ “I just—I wanna go home,” you hiccuped and he nodded, prolonging the embrace for a few more seconds before he helped you back to your seat, strapping you in and taking hold of your hand as he started to drive, fingers gripping yours, trying to provide as much comfort as he could.

☾ He rambled as he drove, talking about nothing and everything, about old jobs, childhood memories, pranks he wanted to play on Yoosung. His voice was a comfort and you clung to it, fingers shaking around his as you tried to choke back the still rising tears.

☾ You weren’t read to face Saeran and possibly Vanderwood. You were in such a state, tears crusted on your face and eyes red and puffy. You were a mess and you didn’t want anybody to see you as such. You told him so through your muffled sobs and he nodded, telling you to stay there. The car locked as he left and you sniffed, grateful to have a moment alone to try and steady out your breathing. You assumed he was making sure the coast was clear for you to enter the bunker, but what you didn’t expect was for him to come back into the garage five minutes later, blankets and pillows stacked high in his arms, a carrier bag in the crook of his elbow.

☾ He opened the boot with some struggle, arms being full and all, and set them inside. You had never realised that his boot was essentially a crater, a small circle hollowed out inside. He beckoned you out of the car and you wiped your eyes, looking at him quizzically.

☾ Within a few minutes, he’d arranged the blankets and pillows inside and helped you in, draping a blanket over the car boot and the ground to make a makeshift den. It was warm and private, his arms tightly around you, limbs tangled together somewhat awkwardly.

☾ “I love you, MC, so, so much. We don’t need your parent's approval to be a family.”

V/Jihyun:

☼ He ushers you out of the house before your parents can say anything worse. His protective mode kicks in full force and you’re in his arms, his body shielding you from the cold air as you cry into his chest. The moon is low in the sky and you can only see the glint of tears in his own eyes when you look up, blue hair reflecting the silver glow.

☼ He doesn’t ask you any questions, doesn’t even talk, just holds you close as you cry, hands rubbing gentle circles on your back, pressing the occasional kiss to your hair, nuzzling his nose against your temple. There’s no need for words at the moment, just him, you and the pain throbbing through your veins in the moonlight.

☼ “Do you want to go home?” He asked when you started shaking from the cold, voice a quiet whisper into the night air, breath clouding in front of his face. You nod into his chest, sniffing before slowly pushing away from him. He captures your hand in his own bigger one, running his thumb over your knuckles to try and supply some warmth, some comfort.

☼ The heating is on full blast as he drives the both of you home, the roads quiet and dark, the silence only punctuated by your sighs and his fingers drumming a vague rhythm against the steering wheel. Your heart aches, pain coursing through you, eyes stinging and throat burning. It hurts like poison in your veins, like your bones have been frozen. It is cold and it excruciating, taking over your mind and body and replacing them with a sense of loneliness and abandonment.

☼ “We’re here, angel,” he murmured and you jumped, not realising that the car had come to a halt, its headlights beaming onto the walls of the house. It took you another couple of moments to compile yourself to get out of the car, another to put one foot in front of the other. His hands never left some part of your body, radiating comfort and heat to your own as best he can.

☼ “I wanna go to bed,” you sniffed, voice cracking over the words as they fall from your lips. He nodded and guided you up, letting you use him as support, leaning your weight against his taller frame. He got you settled under the covers, putting a pillow behind your back and shoulders to prop you up. You sank into it, letting your eyes slip shut. The thoughts were still barging into your mind, wreaking havoc and the pain was there to stay. They didn’t want you. It stung.

☼ A mug was pressed against your hands and you blearily blinked open your eyes, breaking out of your solitude. Tea. You smiled at him as best you could, the energy it took to muster a small twitch of your lips draining you completely. He held you against his chest, his heartbeat echoing in your ears, grounding you, his breath tickling your head as he whispered reassurances into your hair, his own teal strands mixing with yours.

☼ “I promise you, MC, that we will be a family, with or without your parent's approval. I’m not going anywhere, love, ever.”