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woniedarlin · 2 days ago

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Shared Custody

Pairing: Ex! Jungwon x reader

Synopsis: Breaking up with Jungwon was one thing. But agreeing to co-parent a dog afterward? That was how you ended up in the weirdest post-breakup situation ever. Because what kind of exes still see each other at precisely 10 a.m?

You broke up. You’re sure of it. So why does it feel like your relationship never ended? Just… got a schedule and a leash?

Author's note: Another fic has been sitting in the drafts for too long. I finally decided to share it with you all. Hope you enjoy it! Happy reading!

Warnings: This story contains equal parts fluff and angst, with a dash of unresolved feelings, awkward ex moments, and a dog that might steal the spotlight. Reader discretion is advised! 🐾

Permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy @firstclassjaylee @ijustwannareadstuff20

Here’s the thing no one tells you about breakups:

When you two bought a dog together while you were still dating, breaking up isn’t just about parting ways with a person. You get partial custody of an emotional support furball with no idea why mom and dad stopped living together. The breakup was mutual. There was no shouting, no ugly crying, no one storming out at 2 a.m. with a suitcase and a dramatic one-liner.

It was a quiet and tired conversation on the couch. Some nods. A few long silences. And Maeumi, curled up between you, unaware that his life was about to get complicated.

You probably should’ve fought over him. Or at least discussed like rational adults. Instead, you both just… didn’t let go. Now, you set schedules like divorced parents. Only with more awkward small talk and a lot of pretending it’s totally normal to see your ex every other day at exactly 10:00 a.m.

It started with meetups. Hand off the leash, say a polite hello, smile as if it doesn’t sting anymore. Then it became coffee afterwards. Then breakfast “because he looks hungry and I’m already here anyway.”

Then, last weekend, Maeumi ate an entire bag of chips and got sick all over Jungwon’s living room, which somehow led to you arguing about brand-name kibble.

“You were the one who said he needed variety!”

“Variety doesn’t mean junk food!”

“They were organic!”

“He threw up on my socks, (name).”

And you’re not proud of it, but you laughed. A little too hard. Then Jungwon laughed, and it felt like nothing had changed for a moment.

But everything had.

Now, you’re waiting for Jungwon in the usual meeting spot, Maeumi’s leash wrapped loosely around your wrist as he trots in excited little circles. Jungwon’s late. Not by much, just five minutes. Enough to make you wonder if he’s okay. Enough to make you check your phone. He shows up a minute later, hair a bit messy, holding two coffees. “Sorry,” he says. “I stopped by that place you like. The one with the stupid tiny straws.”

You take the cup without a word.

Maeumi barks, happy as ever, tail wagging because it was the best part of his week. Seeing his divorced parents together! ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა

“Did he eat?” Jungwon asks.

You replied. “Yeah. But he thinks spinning in a circle gets him more food now.”

Jungwon sighs. “You didn’t.”

You shrug. “It was funny. He almost knocked over my lamp trying it this morning.”

There was a slight pause before, “He seemed to miss you a lot when he was with me last week. A good thing he has spent with you these past few days.” Jungwon says, nudging Maeumi’s head.

You nod, eyes on your coffee cup. “I missed him too.”

You’re not sure which of them you’re talking about.

🍎

Maeumi planted his butt on the floor and refused to move. You tugged the leash gently. “Come on, it’s Dad’s turn.” Maeumi looked at you. Then looked at Jungwon. Then flopped onto his side. You sighed. “He’s being a brat again.”

Jungwon crouched beside you, holding out a treat from his pocket. “Maeumi, let’s not do this today.”

Maeumi sniffed the treat, stood up halfway, then turned around and pressed himself against your leg.

You and Jungwon exchanged a look.

“I think he’s made his choice,” you said.

“It’s not even a choice. It’s supposed to be my weekend.”

“You tell him that.”

Jungwon sighed and looked down at Maeumi, who was now rolling over, belly up, smug as ever. “You’re a traitor. You know that?”

Maeumi sneezed in response.

Eventually, after five minutes of bargaining and light bribery, Jungwon stepped inside your apartment to get him moving. One minute turned into five. Then ten. Now you were both sitting on the couch, a lukewarm mug of tea in his hands, Maeumi curled between you like a peace treaty in dog form. “You know,” you said, watching as Maeumi kicked his leg in his sleep, “he wasn’t like this when we first got him.”

“Nope,” Jungwon muttered. “He used to listen to me. Now he acts like he pays rent.”

“That’s your influence.”

He shot you a look. “My influence? You’re the one who started giving him tiny portions of your dinner because he’s a spoiled prince.”

You shrugged and grinned. “He deserves nice things.”

“He eats better than me.”

Jungwon glanced at you for too long, then looked away and sipped his tea.

You didn’t notice.

Well, yeah, you did, but you were pretending not to.

Jungwon leaned back a little. Then he looked toward the kitchen. And then he saw it. The mug. The one he bought for your birthday two years ago. You loved it to the point that you used it daily while you two were still dating. He nodded toward the cupboard. “Didn’t think you still had that.”

You glanced over. “Huh? Oh. Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes stayed on it. That dumb, ceramic memory sitting there as if it had every right to exist in a post-breakup world.

You added, “It’s a good mug.”

Jungwon barely smiled. “Yeah. Real high quality.”

You didn’t reply.

He looked back at Maeumi, who was still fast asleep between you, snoring lightly. “I keep one of your spoons in my drawer,” Jungwon said suddenly.

Your head turned. “What?”

“You left it after that one trip. The one where we bought those instant noodles that tasted like cardboard.”

“Oh. Right.” You stared ahead. “That was a good weekend.”

“It rained.”

“I like rain.”

You both nodded and pretended the conversation didn’t sting a little.

Maeumi snored louder as if he were trying to cover the silence.

🍎

Your phone buzzed at 11:42 p.m.

You were half-asleep. Maeumi had gone home with Jungwon hours ago, but the apartment still felt…full.

You grabbed your phone.

Jungwon [11:42 PM]

Thanks for taking care of him this week. He seemed extra happy. When he saw you, his tail wagged about ten times per second.

You smiled without meaning to, your thumb hovering over the keyboard to send a quick "anytime" or maybe a "he missed you too."

But another message came in before you could type.

Jungwon [11:43 PM]

You’re still the easiest person to talk to.

You stared at the screen.

You didn’t know what to say. Or perhaps you did, and that was the problem.

So you… didn’t reply.

🍎

Jungwon sat on the curb's edge, nursing a canned coffee. Sunghoon was sipping from his drink, watching him spiral in silence. “I’m losing it,” Jungwon finally said. “She still knows how I take my coffee. Didn’t even ask.”

Sunghoon glanced over. “She made it the same way she used to? Back when you two were together?”

Jungwon nodded slowly. “Exactly like that.”

“And you’re upset because…?”

“I don’t know,” Jungwon shaked his head. “She laughs at my jokes the same way. She still says ‘bless you’ when I fake sneeze for attention. And today, I saw the mug I got for her birthday two years ago, sitting in her cupboard like it never left.”

“Maybe it’s just a good mug?” Sunghoon offered.

Jungwon stared at him. “That mug has a whale on it saying ‘whale you be mine.’ It wasn’t just a mug.”

Sunghoon choked on his drink and wiped his mouth. “Okay, yeah, that’s tragic.”

“And she still wears my hoodie,” Jungwon added. “She likes that hoodie.”

Sunghoon crossed his arms. “So, what’s the plan? Gonna ask for the hoodie back and confess your undying love in the same breath?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought I was over her. I thought we were fine being exes who raise a dog together.” Jungwon let out a long sigh and tilted his head back. “I don’t know when it started feeling like this again.”

Sunghoon crumpled his empty drink can and tossed it into the bin beside them. “You mean the part where you show up with her favorite foods, sit on her couch like you never left, and keep pretending Maeumi’s the only reason you’re still hanging around?”

Jungwon looked at Sunghoon. “…Okay, rude. But not wrong.”

“Exactly. Look, man.” Sunghoon turned to face him fully now. “You two broke up. Sure. But you’re still texting her late at night, still wearing the cologne she once said smelled nice, and still looking at her like she’s the only person in the room.”

Jungwon groaned. “She’s just being nice. She always was.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “No one’s that nice, bro. She has your hoodie. She made you pancakes last week. You said she cut the strawberries the way you like them.”

“She always cuts the ends-”

“Exactly.” Sunghoon gave him a look. “At this point, you’re not just co-parenting a dog. You’re toeing the line of a romcom reboot.” He added, “Seriously, who even does this? Shared custody over a dog? With your ex? This is the weirdest post-breakup dynamic I’ve ever seen.”

Jungwon didn’t even deny it. He muttered, “…Yeah, but it’s kind of working.”

Sunghoon nodded solemnly. “You’re doomed.”

Jungwon groaned. “I think I’m accidentally falling in love with her again.”

“No such thing as accidental. You just never stopped.”

🍎

Maeumi wasn’t himself. You noticed it the moment he refused his dinner. He moved slowly, dragging his paws across the floor, and his eyes looked distant. Something was off. He usually had a healthy appetite, but tonight, nothing. You knelt beside him, gently rubbing his back. “Hey, Maeumi, what’s going on?”

He let out a weak whimper. Panic rose in your chest. You didn’t know what was wrong but knew you needed help. You grabbed your phone without thinking.

Jungwon picked up almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” His voice was concerned, even though he wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Maeumi’s sick. He won’t eat, he’s not moving much… I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Don’t worry. I’m coming over.”

It didn’t take long for him to arrive, his face tense as he crouched down to Maeumi’s level. The dog barely acknowledged him, enough to make you both nervous. “We should take him to the vet,” Jungwon said after a moment.

You nodded, already on the phone, setting up an appointment. The drive was tense, your hand gripping the door handle while Jungwon kept one hand on the wheel, his eyes between you and Maeumi.

When you finally arrived at the clinic, it was quiet. You and Jungwon waited in the sterile, cold waiting room. Maeumi was lying on your lap, his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. You rubbed his head absentmindedly, trying to calm yourself. “He’s going to be okay,” Jungwon said quietly, glancing over at you.

You nodded but didn’t answer. He touched his hand lightly near yours as he reached for the water cup beside you, and for a fleeting second, you felt his warmth. You looked at him, but his gaze was somewhere else, not meeting yours.

For a brief moment, you wondered if he missed this. If he missed you. But before you could even entertain the thought, the door to the exam room opened, and the vet emerged, pulling your focus back to Maeumi. Jungwon stood up. “He’ll be fine,” he said.

And you weren’t sure what to make of it, but for the first time since your breakup, you couldn’t ignore how much it stung to see him so close yet still so distant.

🍎

By the time you and Jungwon returned from the vet, Maeumi was already dozing off on the couch, wrapped in an old blanket and looking much more himself. The panic had eased. You stood by the kitchen, hands on the counter, watching Jungwon kneel to check Maeumi. You glanced at the time. “It’s late. You should eat before you head back.”

Jungwon looked up. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I was gonna cook anyway,” you said, opening the fridge. “Don’t expect a five-course meal, though.”

“I never did,” he said, smiling as he joined you in the kitchen. “You still burn rice, don’t you?”

You gave him a light shove with your elbow. “That happened once. And the pot betrayed me.”

Then, he washed the vegetables while you stirred the soup. It was annoyingly comfortable.

By the time dinner was done, the table was set. Jungwon set down the last dish and glanced over at you. “This… feels like we never broke up,”

You froze. Then, you replied, “We never used to have this much garlic.”

He huffed a small laugh but didn’t push it. And for the rest of dinner, neither of you brought it up again.

🍎

The dishes were washed. The leftovers are packed. Maeumi, finally feeling a bit better, had claimed his usual spot at the foot of your couch, tail thumping gently as he dozed. You stood near the sink, drying your hands on a dish towel, when Jungwon spoke from behind you. “I didn’t just miss Maeumi, you know.”

“I miss…” He let out a soft breath. “I miss all of it.”

“Do you still think about us?” he asked.

The silence was deafening. You felt him watching your back, waiting. And if the room had stayed that quiet a second longer, you would’ve said something honest. But Maeumi barked as if he’d sensed the tension rising and decided to cut it clean. You both jumped slightly. You turned with a light laugh, avoiding his gaze. “I think someone needs his water refilled.”

Jungwon didn’t press. He nodded before crouching to check Maeumi’s bowl.

Neither of you said anything else.

But the question stayed.

🍎

It happens on a night that should’ve been uneventful. A regular handoff. Maeumi is snoozing on your carpet, belly full. Jungwon’s quiet tonight. You notice it right away, but you pretend not to. You handed over Maeumi’s leash, but he didn’t take it. “You still have my hoodie,” he says.

You glance up. “What?”

He gestures vaguely toward the coat rack. “The gray one. I saw it last week. You used to sleep in it.”

You shrug. “It’s comfortable.”

His jaw tightens, but he laughs a little. “Everything I gave you is ‘comfortable,’ huh?”

You don’t answer.

“I saw your story the other day,” he adds. “Looked like a date.”

Now, you furrow your eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Jungwon runs a hand through his hair. “Forget it.”

“No,” you say. “You brought it up. So say it.”

“It’s confusing. For one moment, we laughed as if nothing had changed. Then, in the next instant, I remember how you used to fall asleep on my chest or steal all the blankets.” His voice wavers for a moment, but he pushes on. “I just can’t tell if I’m the only one stuck in the past or you’re better at pretending.”

You hesitate, then quietly. “I wish I could say I moved on, but I haven't.”

Jungwon’s shoulders drop a little. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”

He looks down. “Because you looked like you were doing okay. And I didn’t want to make it harder if you were healing.”

“I wasn’t okay,” you say softly. “I’m still not.”

Jungwon lifts his head, his eyes locking with yours. “Neither am I.”

“I miss you,” he says. “Not just Maeumi. Not just Saturday mornings. I miss… talking to you. I miss knowing how you’re doing without having to ask.”

You look away. “Then why are we doing this?” you whisper. “Why are we acting like we’re fine?”

He lets out a breath. “Because maybe we don’t know how to be anything else.”

You nod slowly. “Yeah.”

He says, more gently this time, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start an argument.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t.”

He bends down and clips the leash onto Maeumi’s collar. The dog wags his tail, clueless, happy just to be loved by both of you. Jungwon straightens up but doesn’t turn to leave right away. He looks around your apartment. His eyes land briefly on the hoodie by the coat rack, then the familiar mug on your kitchen shelf.

“I still love you,” he says suddenly.

You freeze.

“I didn’t think I should say it. I didn’t want to make this harder. I thought… maybe it’d get easier if I stopped talking about it. But it didn’t.”

He’s not asking for anything. Not a hug. Not a kiss. Not to come back. He was standing there with his hand gently resting on Maeumi’s back because it kept him from breaking. “You laughed at one of my jokes last week,” he says softly. “And for a second, I forgot we weren’t together anymore. That’s how easy it is to fall back into you.”

You swallow hard. But he keeps going.

“I didn’t want to make you feel guilty. Or corner you. I just needed you to know. It wasn’t because I stopped feeling everything when we broke up. I was scared. And tired. And maybe I thought it’d hurt less if we ended it on our terms.”

He finally looks at you. “But it still hurts.”

Maeumi lets out a soft bark. Jungwon reaches down and scratches behind his ears; for a second, it’s just the sound of his hand brushing fur. Then he straightens again, but now you notice his eyes are a bit glassy. “I’ll take him tonight. I’ll text you tomorrow. If you need anything, or if… you want to talk more, I’m one call away.”

You nod. Slowly. You can’t get your voice to work. But your eyes say enough.

Jungwon opens the door and glances back just once. “Goodnight,” he says.

And then they’re gone.

🍎

Jungwon sits on the edge of his bed, hair slightly damp from a rushed shower. Maeumi is curled beside him, his head resting on his paw, and his eyes blinking up at him as if he understands more than a dog ever should. Jungwon takes a small breath and runs a hand through Maeumi’s fur. “You don’t have to look at me like that,” he mutters. “I didn’t yell.”

Maeumi blinks again.

“Okay,” Jungwon sighed, leaning back a little, “I maybe said too much.” He sighed. “I don’t know, Maeumi,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “She just looked at me like I was someone from a different life. That sucked.’’ Jungwon glances down and smiles sadly. “Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “Mommy and Daddy were just having a little disagreement.”

He lays back on the bed. “I’ll bring her back,” he whispers. “I swear, Maeumi. I’ll bring your mom back to me.”

Maeumi lets out a soft woof.

🍎

The rain had been pouring since morning. You didn’t expect anyone when the doorbell rang, especially not Jungwon. But there he was. Standing at your doorway, drenched from head to toe, Maeumi dripped beside him and looked more like a soggy mop than a dog. “Uh,” Jungwon offered sheepishly. “He refused to walk anywhere else.”

You said in disbelief. “You could’ve called.”

“I did. You didn’t answer.”

You step aside. “Come in before Maeumi gets mistaken for a wet sock.”

Towels came out. You wrapped one around Maeumi, rubbing his fur as he wagged his tail. Jungwon was quieter. You handed him a dry hoodie from your closet, which was his, actually. It still smelled like him, though it had sat folded for months.

He changed. You made tea. He sat across you on the couch, rubbing Maeumi’s ears absently. “I’ve been thinking,” Jungwon started, voice gentle. “We weren’t ready back then. But maybe now…”

You looked at him, guarded. “I’ve changed,” he continued. “You have too. And I don’t just mean getting better at feeding Maeumi actual food.” You smiled a little. He took it as permission. “I guess I want to say I’m sorry. For everything I didn’t say before. For not knowing how to stay when things got hard.”

You met his gaze. “I’m sorry, too. For pushing you away when I didn’t know what I needed.”

“Do you think Maeumi would be okay if we lived together again?” Jungwon asked suddenly, eyes hopeful.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking for the dog or for you?”

A sheepish smile curved his lips. “Both.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you leaned into his shoulder, your head resting there like it used to. “Maybe we could try again,” you said quietly. “For real this time.”

Jungwon’s hand found yours.

Maeumi snored at your feet.

And outside, the rain kept falling, washing everything clean.

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airosuiren · 1 day ago

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔗𝔬𝔬 𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢

A/N: Okay, so… You ever walk into a room where you were once unwanted, and every head turns because suddenly you’re everything they’re not? Yeah. That’s this chapter. 😌 This one’s for the readers who’ve leveled up in silence. Who were counted out too early, who walked out of the fire looking dangerous instead of damaged. This is [Y/N] stepping back into the space that broke them—and not breaking this time. Let’s be clear: this isn’t a reunion. This is a revelation. Grab your tea. Let’s shake a few foundations.

Thank You @arislia for this Idea!

And I'm sorry for not making this longer because I had this planned (I plan my series in google docs after tumblr deleted my old drafts). These will be shorter BUT, the next series I promise to make it longer!

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1

You weren’t supposed to stand out. That’s the irony. You had trained yourself to be unseen, unheard, unfelt—because the moment you started to feel, you started to hurt.

But when the League summoned their families to a secure location, the world you built in the shadows was forced into the light.

You arrived alone.

Lois had offered to fly with you. Clark had said they’d wait at the entrance. But you declined. You wanted them to see you walk in under your own power. No crutches. No borrowed names. Just you.

When you stepped through those doors, the reaction was immediate.

The Queens lit up like someone had flipped a switch. Ollie pulled you in for a hug, Thea waved you over, and even Dinah looked proud. Clark’s face softened. Lois’s arm went straight around your shoulder like it belonged there.

And the Batfamily?

They stared.

Not with joy. Not even with confusion.

They stared like you were a ghost. Like they were seeing something they’d buried come back to life and demand retribution.

You didn’t smile. You didn’t greet them. You turned away from them the way they once turned away from you.

Because if they wanted to pretend you never mattered, then they didn’t get to matter now.

Still, their eyes followed you.

And then the meetings started.

The League began dissecting the threat. Hackers. Leakers. Global-scale blackmail. Someone had infiltrated systems that were supposed to be airtight. It wasn’t just about identities anymore. It was about dismantling everything.

You knew how the media would spin it. You knew how Gotham’s elite would react. And most of all, you knew how fear worked when it had the public in a chokehold.

So you spoke.

You laid out a counter-strategy like you’d done it a thousand times. Because you had. In Metropolis. In Star City. Behind the scenes of political campaigns and corporate power moves. You’d sharpened your teeth while the people who threw you away forgot you even had a bite.

The room listened.

Clark deferred to you. Lois backed you. Oliver vouched for you.

Bruce stayed silent.

But you caught the flicker in his expression when the others nodded along. When Diana praised your foresight. When J’onn said you understood humanity better than most.

The others? Dick tried to pretend he wasn’t surprised. Tim’s stare was surgical, dissecting you in real time. Damian looked like he’d bitten glass.

And the new girl? She finally looked at you.

With fear.

You weren’t the quiet reject anymore. You were something else. Something dangerous. Something they didn’t make—and couldn’t control.

Later, in private, Alfred brought you tea. You almost cried at the gesture.

Almost.

He said nothing about the past. Just, “You’ve grown.”

You wanted to scream, I had to.

But you just nodded.

The truth was, they needed you now. And you were going to help. Not because they deserved it.

Because the world did.

And even in the darkest parts of you, that mattered more than revenge.

But they would never forget this version of you.

Not the one they raised.

The one they abandoned.

The one who rose anyway.

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘! (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝)

(this is kind of a bonus I thought of while writing...)

It had been late. Quiet.

The kind of quiet that seeped into your bones. The kind of quiet that made your footsteps echo like they didn’t belong.

You were fourteen. Maybe fifteen. You don’t remember the exact age—only the feeling. Raw. Unseen. On the edge of breaking.

Your ribs ached. Your shoulder throbbed. You’d taken a hit meant for Damian—an instinct, not even a choice—and landed hard on a rooftop ledge. Rolled too close to the edge. Limped all the way back. No call of concern. No one on comms. No “Are you okay?” Just silence.

It should’ve earned you a lecture at worst.

Instead, it earned you her.

The new girl.

Barely two weeks in.

Bright. Perfect. Adored.

You limped into the Batcave, helmet tucked under your arm, dried blood crusted over your eyebrow. You expected quiet, maybe concern, maybe just the acknowledgment that you existed.

What you got?

Laughter.

She was in your seat. At the computer. Wearing your gear.

The armor you'd trained in. The one Alfred helped custom-fit after months of trials. The one you’d stitched, cried in, bled into.

And she wore it like it had never belonged to you at all.

Tim leaned over her shoulder, pointing something out on the screen. Damian hovered close behind. Dick was saying something about how “clean” she moved in the field.

And Bruce?

Didn’t even look up.

You stood there, waiting. Expecting. Begging, in that small, desperate way you told yourself you’d outgrown.

Then, finally—his eyes flicked toward you.

And his voice cut through the cave like a scalpel.

“You’re benched. Permanently.”

Just like that. Like a weather report. Like an afterthought. Like you were a dented weapon tossed in a drawer.

You opened your mouth—“But—”—

And then Alfred was there.

With a tray.

Tea and towels. The same ritual. The same script.

But this time, he didn’t meet your eyes.

Not once.

You watched him walk past you like a ghost.

And then—then—came the final blow.

The girl in your gear turned to Bruce, tilting her head with practiced innocence.

“Was I a mistake too?” she asked softly.

A test. You knew it was a test. A way to secure her place. But you didn’t expect the knife that followed.

Bruce didn’t even hesitate.

“No,” he said. “But she was.”

He didn’t mean for you to hear it.

But you did.

And the sound it made in your chest wasn’t a crack. It was a shatter.

You stood there for maybe another full minute.

No one turned. No one asked you to stay. No one noticed the way your fingers curled so tightly around your helmet that the edge dug into your palm and drew blood.

You went to your room. Packed your gear. One piece at a time.

You stood in the center of that tiny space—bland walls, no posters, a bed that had never felt like yours—and realized you’d been living in a house, not a home.

You left the suit on the bed.

Left the tracker on the desk.

Left your voice in the hallway.

And shut the door behind you.

You never opened it again.

A/N: Whew. They called the meeting to fix a crisis—and walked into their biggest one yet: the ghost they buried came back golden, angry, and smarter than all of them combined. And let’s talk about that power shift. She didn’t gloat. She didn’t lash out. She just existed loudly in the place that tried to erase her. And they couldn’t handle it. This wasn’t revenge. This was justice with restraint. Power without apology. Presence that didn’t ask for permission. Next chapter? Let’s make them earn the right to say your name again.

—Your eyes-still-wet, hands-still-shaking, soft-but-spiteful author 🖤💫

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caxasy · 17 hours ago

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caleb is a pretty crier. the way the tears make his purple hued eyes glisten even brighter, or darker. the way it changes depending on why he’s crying is something you’ve noticed. if he’s crying from pleasure or happiness, his eyes seem to shine brighter, the tears enhancing his colored eyes.

if he’s crying from anger, desperation, or sadness, they grow dim and turn almost black with how dark they become.

either way, he was always pretty with the tears streaming down his face. they’d be so visible to you; going down his cheeks, tracing his jaw, falling down his adam’s apple before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

unfortunately, whenever he’d be in front of you with tears down his face, your first initial thought would be how pretty he was. then, of course, you’d tend to him with nothing but care and love. cooing at whatever was wrong that made him break down in tears.

however, on the not so rare occasion he didn’t need comforting, but rather a voice of reason calming him down, that’s when caleb was truly at his most beautiful, in your opinion. when he’d be so angry, so jealous, so possessive that tears are streaming down his face. not for himself, but from how hard he’s restraining himself to not go to whoever was spiking up his envy and “taking care” of them.

“do you see what these people do to me?” it’s a rhetorical question, of course all you can do is lend him an ear to hear his tantrum, “i don’t want anyone else near you, but me. you don’t need anyone else, but me,” the angry tears make his eyes darker. “you don’t need them. tell me you don’t, tell me you don’t need them,” he repeats it a couple more times, words practically slurring together as he presses his forehead against yours, eye contact still being maintained.

“i don’t need them,” he whimpers at your confirmation, eyelids fluttering shut and allowing the tears that were gathering on his waterline to be released. they drip onto your skin, but you let them soak in, not daring to wipe them away.

you lean up ever so slightly, kissing his tears and tasting the saltiness of them with a small smile on your face, “don’t need anyone but you, caleb,”

“say it again,” he groans, arms lifting to be on either side of your head as he cages you in. you breathe in his cologne as you move so your whispering right into his ear everything he needs to hear. your hand goes up from his stomach, pressing ever so lightly to make his breathing ragged, to his chest, to his neck, before finally resting on his jaw.

“i’m yours,” you hear him whimper as you lightly squeeze his face, “and you’re mine,”

“that’s right,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “you don’t belong with anyone else, but me. you promise me it’s going to stay like this forever?” he’s speaking through gritted teeth, sounding almost angry. but you know him better. know that he’s speaking from a place of desperation, not anger.

“i promise, caleb,” you coo, affectionately rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek. he reacts well to your touch, nuzzling into your palm and even kissing your skin so softly you’d think you were made of porcelain.

“i’ll be whoever you want me to be, i’ll do whatever you want me to do — just don’t leave me.” his words are ragged, new tears springing to his eyes again. he grabs your wrist, fingers trailing upward and holding your hand in his as he presses you further into the wall.

his hips are against yours the moment your pressed to the hard surface, keeping you there and unable to escape. not that you wanted to, you quite liked being in this position. caleb trapping you, making it physically impossible to leave him.

as his head ducked down into your neck, wetting it with his tears and kisses, you could only smirk in satisfaction. having caleb so vulnerable, so emotional in front of you always brought a smile to your face. he was never one for hiding his feelings, anyway. but to know you invoke such a strong reaction in him to the point he falls into tears; regardless of it being from envy or joy, it will always bring a smile onto your face.

#male reader #lads x reader #lads x male reader #love and deepspace x male reader #love and deepspace x reader #non mc reader #x male reader #caleb x male reader #caleb x reader #caleb love and deepspace #xia yizhou x male reader #xia yizhou male reader #xia yizhou reader #xia yizhou love and deepspace #xia yizhou x reader #lads male reader

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chickadeethoughts · 3 days ago

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reread this post and maybe this is an unpopular mclennon opinion? but i think they both didn't actually understand each other as well as they thought they did. i think both of them believed the other could read their mind and then filtered their subsequent actions as a conscious slight. like. john should know that paul is someone who keeps his feelings very closely guarded, who will always choose to keep the peace and to put on a good face when he's upset. but throughout the breakup, when paul seemingly stays as productive as ever, staying distantly polite to yoko while urging john to keep writing, keep beatling, everything's fine, time to put on a show, john takes it that paul doesn't care one way or another about their partnership dissolving, he's a perfectly capable one-man band hit machine anyway. this is seemingly confirmed by paul announcing the breakup to "sell a record," effectively ending all hope of quietly reconciling and supporting john's theory that paul was done with the beatles (john) anyway and had been on his way out once he learned he could write a #1 song without anyone's (john's) help. all he cares about is hits and money and his new perfect family and farm.

meanwhile. paul should know that john wasn't handling the pressures of the beatles well. he should know that he needed more support. but paul seems to be someone who gets stuck in his ways of thinking about people (see also: george), and doesn't seem to have ever shaken the image of john as the older, cooler teddy boy on the bus who he'd do anything to impress. he thinks the world of john and spends the 60s thinking they're in a friendly competition, not realizing john has started falling into the paranoia that he's losing. you can see it in get back. paul is waiting for john to write his next great song, to set a new bar for paul to push himself to reach. paul got john by impressing him with his music and when he's losing john he doubles down on it because he thinks that's the only valuable thing he has to offer. he might have offered the support john needed instead if he knew what that was, but he didn't. but mid-60s john, who still thinks paul understands him, thinks paul knows he needs him but chooses to spend his time flitting around swinging london instead, which deeply hurts him. john clings to yoko because she's a breath of fresh air from the constant race he's been running for a decade. a creative partner he doesn't have to chase down. someone who needs him as much as he needs her. a woman he can marry, can have a real commitment to. he can be everything to the person who is everything to him. but paul sees this as john finally outgrowing him and finding someone better.

paul also should know that john often speaks first and decides whether he believes what he said later. but it seems he only ever takes john at his word. when john leaves the beatles that's it, no negotiation, because if paul has lost john to someone more interesting, more artistic, then that's that. when john starts to talk publicly about paul's muzak and granny shit that must be true too, it's why john left after all. and granted john just wont stop shit talking him and it's not like he just fell on a keyboard and how do you sleep came out. but this is how you get a paul who starts to see himself as a villain and questions whether john did love him. he doesn't think too many people was that nasty compared to what john was saying about him in interviews because he doesn't realize that one of john's biggest fears is that he's incapable of being a great songwriter without paul. so to john, the lucky break line is paul admitting he agrees with that assessment and twisting the knife. but paul wouldn't see it that way because he's only ever had john on a pedestal.

so by the 70s, on their worst days, john thinks paul is cold marble statue who knows he's better than him and delights in it and paul thinks john is entirely out of love or use for him, if he ever had it in the first place. and of course, they could never talk about any of this openly because neither of them were willing to face the pain of confirming that their love really was one-sided.

#i really didnt mean for this to get that long it's just that theres so much Stuff #more for my own reference than anything im sure this has all been said before #also i do hold a fairly conservative opinion on mclennon #in that i think they both wanted each other romantically/sexually but mostly weren't aware of it #i am so often convinced otherwise though and there are many many things that make infinitely more sense if theyd been fucking #mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney

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shadows-shells · 2 days ago

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prev reblogger's tags too good to leave in the tags:

"#I had never thought about ti that way before but I think you're absolutely right#I love this take/theory#Raph helping leo re-forge his swords is one of my favorite moments from the show honestly#So like. THOSE swords beign his 'spiritual weapon' is very nice#(Although I must admit I had honestly more assumed/headcanoned tha maybe the weapon leo was supposed to get from the forge#Was the Sword of Tengu. Ya know. The one from the first season that shredder tried to get his hands on#But that the turtles got instead and leo used it a couple times. But then it got destroyed so shredder couldnt use it#And it looked an awful lot like Gunshin.#And that gunshin was consider 'the fang of the dragon' . But most creatures have at least TWO fangs....#but yet it was a sword shredder made (?) So it might not fall in the same kind of categoryas the rest of the weapons )#Anyway . Sorry not the point of the post#I do really like this thought that his regular katanas are his spiritual weapons.#Especially since he goes into the final battle against demon shredder with them and not gunshin"

Not to mention that when Leo first borrowed a spiritual weapon, it DRAINED him to near-unconsciousness. i agree w the idea that Gunshin isn't actually Leo's.

i personally enjoyed and really liked the Lost Season - but this whole thread is why i argue that the series as a story *NEEDS* S5. It ties in important series-wide themes, AND holds essential pieces of Leo's character arc, growing as both a person and a ninja. S4-Leo *just* only learned to stop rejecting himself as an imperfect mortal who can't hate himself into never losing, as someone who still might need to issue suicidal orders to his family someday. Leo earlier rejected everything about himself that wasn't of utility to the family (not the ice-cream and scooter lover, not the one casually pondering if they've teased Casey for long enough, not the playful nosey one diving in to snoop into Mikey's notebook).

remember: Leo did nothing wrong. There was literally nothing more he COULD've done ('should' doesn't even enter into the picture anymore). That dutiful, caring, loving boy hated and punished himself and spiralled for almost a year anyway (past Xmas fighting on the spaceship, past Halloween when he leaves for Japan)...because Leo loves by providing. and to him, he failed his most important purpose, the most important thing he loves most.

and THEN S5 dares to ask - what happens, for this dutiful Leo who pours ALL of himself into *being enough*, to now be publicly humiliated and denounced at his life's calling and his family craft by an authority even his great-grandmaster reveres? To be told, as objectively as it could have been possible to judge anyone at an art, that he (still, despite it all) isn't worth anyone's time? That, essentially, he is still Not Enough and incapable of addressing this new biggest-ever threat to his family and the entire planet?

In those dark months after Exodus, hearing this, Leo might just have shattered. early-S1 Leo, who'd never really LOST and hadn't yet had to learn how to pick himself up? Yikes. my heart breaks just thinking about it.

but nope. S5 shows you - yes Leo still feels sad and disappointed, he didn't seal his heart away like he tried in earlyS4 - but he STILL tries his best anyway, because it is about the greater good and showing up for the people he loves...and not about anyone/anything's opinion of him. He still gives his best because he might be unworthy NOW but he won't always be. S4 Leo saw his own limitations and discarded himself as unworthy. Unworthy of leadership, unworthy of forgiveness and gentleness and kindness and happiness, unworthy of asking for help or accepting help.

S5 Leo knows that to be unworthy is part of living, and that trusting ourselves and trying again anyway when we are most unworthy is the only way to live.

whether or not the Tribunal's Forge had a weapon for him didn't matter to the final fight in the end. Because Leo has had a dragon inside him all along - and his heart let him bring it out decades earlier than anyone expected...and his example helps his brothers achieve their best, too. if S4 Leo remade broken wings, S5 Leo shows that these reborn, *unadorned* wings carry and withstand twice of what broke them in the first place - and if you now press Leo further into cracking, nothing will show but pure light.

many fans seem to take S4 as the true ending of 2k3. But imo that is such a huge, huge terrible waste, and not even half the sincere, heartfelt coming-of-age story 2k3 is telling. S4 Leo was absolutely magnificent, a true phoenix risen from the ashes. But he has *nothing* on S5 Leo.

I've been rewatching the 2003 TMNT series for the first time in almost 20 years and it kills me to see people complaining about Leo not getting a cool weapon from the spirit forge like his brothers did. Personally I would have cried if he had gotten a new weapon because guys.

GUYS.

This was his spirit forge.

For those who don't remember, the Foot ninjas not only ambushed poor Leo in The Shredder Strikes Back episodes, but they took his katanas. Leo's injuries were severe enough to send him into a coma and although he woke up from it in Tales of Leo, his recovery was not complete until the episode Monster Hunter. This episode mostly focused on Donnie and Mikey getting into trouble at the Jones' farm, but the subplot is centered around Leo's continued recovery.

And guess who was there to help him through it all?

Raph, who is considered to have a very combative relationship with Leo, was the one to stick by his side and help him forge his katanas. Those swords are not only symbols of Leo's resilience, but of the bonds of brotherhood. The scene where they forge the katanas together in silence is truly one of the most tender moments in the entire series.

And sure, Leo eventually used Gunshin after Karanji gave it to him and said that it truly belonged to him, but you know what? I think he was lying. I think that he trusted Leo enough to let him wield his weapon from the spirit forge and knew that Leo wouldn't take Gunshin from him otherwise. And maybe there was some pity there too, since Karanji was the last person to draw a weapon from the spirit forge before Leo's failed attempt. And sure, Leo wasn't gonna get a weapon from the spirit forge because how else were the writers going to continue the themes of Leo overcoming adversity and rejection?

But I personally like to believe that the spirit forge went out on its own because it couldn't offer any weapon more precious than the one he made with his brother.

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2k3 #meta

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yumelatte · 1 day ago

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where the sun shines, snow will fall

You and Phainon have been together since childhood, being inseparable ever since. People come and go throughout your lives, but you will always have each other.

A telling of your relationship with him through the eyes of your friends.

Modern AU

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Reader's nickname is Sunny, pure tooth-rotting fluff ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Cyrene: fries.jpeg

Castorice: Is that Phainon and…

Tribbie: It’s Snowy and Sunny!

Cipher: they’re feeding each other fries

Cipher: i’m going to be sick (affectionate)

Aglaea: How did you obtain this?

Cyrene: I have my ways~

Anaxagoras: Do we have to have a group chat for this?

Aglaea: Yes we do, Anaxa.

Anaxagoras: For the last time, it’s Anaxagoras. Don’t call me Anaxa again.

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Aglaea: Alright, Anaxa.

Anaxagoras: …

Anaxagoras: Whoever made fantasy stickers of us needs to stop right now. Those times are way behind us now.

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Anaxagoras: Like I said, they need to be stopped.

Tribbie: Agy was the one who made them!

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Anaxagoras: …

Anaxagoras: anaxagunsticker.png

Cipher: anyway, how are Phainon and Sunny not dating already? they have to be

Castorice: Why don’t we ask Cyrene? If anyone would know, it would be her and she’s here already.

Castorice: @Cyrene

Cyrene: Me?

Cyrene: I wouldn’t know! My brother tells me everything, but when it comes to Sunny, it’s like prying a locked door open…

As she sent that, Cyrene looked up from her phone to see you and Phainon sitting close beside each other on swiveling seats, giggling and smiling at each other with the finished fries box forgotten on the table.

Looking at you two, she helplessly agreed with Cipher. If anyone else saw this scene, they would have assumed both you and Phainon were a couple too.

You had invited her out for lunch, and if she knew this was how it was going to be, she would have said no.

Sike.

She may have felt like a third wheel; however, she was invested in your and her brother’s relationship. It wasn’t just her who was fascinated either—the group chat was made for people who, in simpler terms, were eager to see you and Phainon getting together. Anaxa may have played it off, but he was just as interested in the development.

“My mom’s been asking about you. Do you think you could come over today after class?” Cyrene overheard you asking Phainon.

“Sure, but I saw her the other day?”

“True, but aside from me, you’re her favorite person. Think about it this way, you get free dinner!”

Honestly, your mom’s cooking was unrivaled—even their grandma’s couldn’t compare. Cyrene remembered going over to your place as a teenager and never had she eaten so fast before.

She missed those days…

It had been the perfect day to enjoy the refreshing breeze of the season. Phainon had practically begged Grandma and Grandpa to take him to the nearby park. Occupied with some business, they couldn’t, but they hadn’t wanted to let him waste his summer break, so Cyrene was the answer. As his older sister, she was put in charge of watching over him by them, and she hadn’t minded.

Having a change of scenery wouldn’t hurt.

Her eyes followed the white-haired boy around the playground, giggling because he was using the fort-like structure as a base.

Smiling at her brother’s antics, she was glad there weren’t any other kids because Phainon was aggressively swinging a wooden sword around.

Well… no other kids but you.

From your perch on the swing, you had been watching the park newcomer fight an invisible enemy for a while now. He looked like he was having fun.

After moving from your old place, you lost contact with all your friends. It was sad, but you were sure you could make new ones. This could be your chance.

Standing up from your seat, you approached the boy, wondering if he would let you join.

“Hey, Hero!” you loudly shouted from below the tower.

The sword-wielding boy was about to slay the villain when he heard your voice, pausing and leaning over the railing to see you, a slight frown on his face. “Huh? I was about to beat up the bad guy.”

Wait, you called him a hero? So, you did recognize what he was! Even though you interrupted him before one of his greatest moments, he decided you weren’t the worst.

With hopeful eyes, you asked, “Can I join? I can be the villain to your hero.”

“Really? You mean I’ll defeat you?”

“Who said you would beat me? Villains can win too.”

“What? But heroes always win!”

“No, they don’t, and I’ll prove it. Take this!” Raising your hand, you pretended to shoot a ray of light at him before hurriedly running towards the ladder to reach him.

Narrowly ducking to avoid your attack, he complained, “Ack! That wasn’t fair. I wasn’t ready.”

Now at the top of the ladder, you were about to seize the opportunity to ambush him, but you couldn’t because he had taken an escape route—the slide.

Seeing as you had switched places with him, you looked down at him and playfully threatened, “You can’t run from me!”

Sticking out his tongue, he directed his sword at you. “I just did!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

His eyes widened as he saw your hands on the bar above the slide, ready to come down. “If you come down, I’m going to stab you.”

“I’d like to see you do it. I have magic, so I can attack from far away.”

“Magic?! Aw, man. That’s no fair too!”

“I’m going to win!”

“When you run out of magic, I’ll go close and beat you!”

“We’ll see about that.”

And you and him continued to play a game of cat and mouse around the battlefield—or playground.

Watching you and Phainon play, Cyrene couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you two were being.

However, her amusement was cut short because an unfamiliar woman took a seat beside her.

Cyrene turned to look at her, seeing her also looking at the children with a fond smile.

“My daughter might not be lonely after all.”

Daughter?

Returning her gaze towards the play area, and on a closer look, Cyrene could see the similarities between you and the woman next to her.

“That’s my little brother with her.”

A puff of laughter left the woman. “I could tell.”

Cyrene guessed as much because she, you, the woman, and Phainon were the only ones here at this moment.

“My daughter and I recently moved here, so I was worried about how she was going to adjust without her old friends. I’m glad I was worried for nothing.”

Phainon didn’t have many playmates, always by himself when not with her.

Cyrene smiled back at the woman. “I’m also happy that my brother found a new friend.”

“Would you and your brother like to come over for dinner? I’ll make a special feast to celebrate their first meeting.”

Hm, a very tempting offer, but she needed to get permission from Grandma and Grandpa first.

“I need to ask my grandparents.”

The woman didn’t look surprised, and with crinkled kind eyes, replied, “Of course.”

It wasn’t smart to talk to strangers, but Cyrene didn’t want Phainon to be alone anymore. She knew when they had to go home, he would whine about leaving you.

Making her way over to the tan barked enclosure, Cyrene said, “Phainon.”

Said boy was lying on the ground with you crouching over him, curiosity in your expression, poking him with his own wooden sword.

Phainon slowly opened his eyes at the sound of his name, wondering why his sister was here. “...Cyrene?”

Looking up, you were also wondering why she was here—in addition to who she was.

“Your new friend—”

Abruptly, Phainon said your name with his head in your direction, “Her name.”

Blinking while repeating your name, Cyrene continued, “Her mom invited us over to eat at their place.”

Quickly sitting up, the boy almost smacked his head against yours, but you backed up before it could happen. “Really?!”

“Really. But I need to ask Grandma and Grandpa before if we can go.”

“Please, please, please! Convince them to let us. I don’t want to leave her yet…”

Flattered by his words, you giggled, “You still want to play with me even after I beat you?”

“It was only one fight! I’ll win next time…”

“We should head home to ask. Your friend can wait here.”

“Aw, okay.” Taking Cyrene’s hand, Phainon got up and held his sister’s hand, facing you. “Wait for me. I’ll be back.”

With your head in your palms, you grinned, “Okay! I’ll be waiting for you. I need my hero to be a villain.”

And Cyrene already regretted taking Phainon away from you…

Surprisingly, their grandparents were okay with them going over for dinner. Cyrene had never seen Phainon so happy in his life. You were also ecstatic at being able to see him again.

It turned out; you and your mother were their next-door neighbor, so running into them would be a common occurrence.

Quietly laughing at the distant memory, Cyrene shook her head before refocusing on you and Phainon.

Phainon was showing you something on his phone, getting closer so that your shoulder was touching his. You didn’t mind and leaned in to see his screen, even overlapping your fingers with his as you held the device with him.

All Cyrene could think was there was no way you guys weren’t dating.

Tribbie: tribbiesurprisedsticker.png

Tribbie: sunset.jpeg

Castorice: How beautiful.

Cipher: it is

Cipher: but we’re not gonna talk about how they’re holding hands?

Mydei: They do that all the time.

Hyacine: Now that you mentioned it, they’ve been close like that since we were all kids

Tribbie: I remember when we would all meet on the play yard!

Tribbie: Snowy and Sunny were the hero and the princess and Snowy would escort her everywhere

Cyrene: I thought Sunny was the villain?

Tribbie: She was but when Ciphy joined she wanted to play the cat thief…

Cipher: hey! you can’t deny i was a damn good villain…

Cipher: also Sunny had light magic

Cipher: what kind of villain has light magic???

Tribbie: That’s why I call her Sunny! She described her power being from the sun

Hyacine: You and your nicknames, Tribbie…

Tribbie: You guys gave me one too! I’m Tribios remember?

Castorice: Cipher was Cifera and Hyacine was Hyacinthia as well.

Cipher: Cipher sounds better so just keep calling me that

Cipher: i’m sharp and swift like the wind hehe

Hyacine: I don’t mind being called Hyacinthia but Hyacine is probably easier to say

Hyacine: Don’t forget about Mydei being Mydeimos

Mydei: Either works for me.

Mydei: @Tribbie Are you with them right now?

Tribbie: Yeah! Agy and Naxy are also here…

Removing her eyes from the screen, Tribbie saw Aglaea and Anaxa bickering about a topic she wasn’t paying any attention to.

Tribbie: They’re arguing again…

Mydei: Where are you guys? Let me know. I need to return something.

Tribbie: To Snowy?

Mydei: Yeah, him.

After typing the location to the group chat, Tribbie placed her phone into her school bag, hearing you say her name.

“Tribbie!” Waving her over with your free hand before pointing out a cloud in the sky, you remarked with laughter, “Doesn’t it look like a rocket? You used to love imagining yourself riding a spaceship. The spring riders were your favorite. You would keep rocking on it while telling us our prophecies!”

Stepping towards you, the young red-haired woman sheepishly smiled, lowering her head in embarrassment. “Ah, that was a long time ago…”

Chuckling, Phainon released your hand to lean back against the railing. “A long time ago, and a fun time ago.”

“Yeah, don’t be embarrassed, Tribbie. We were all pretty much doing what kids do: acting out our fantasies,” you said, smiling for reassurance.

Acting out fantasies, huh…?

For a moment, Tribbie’s eyes flickered between you and Phainon before opening her mouth. “Then you both wanted to be together even back then?”

Surprised by her implication, you dumbly let out, “What?”

Phainon also straightened up with wide eyes, wondering what Tribbie meant by that.

“The hero and the princess you know… The perfect match for one another…”

Flustered, you stuttered, “W-well, I didn’t even really want to play that part! Cipher wanted to be the villain, so I had no choice…” Glancing at Phainon with a pout, you lightly hit his arm. “You’d prefer me being the villain, right?”

“Err…” Phainon hesitated, avoiding your look.

Tribbie realized she might’ve unintentionally opened Pandora's box by her comment.

And as she watched you and Phainon becoming awkward around each other, she felt like she had just set a series in motion.

Cipher: when are you guys heading over?

Cipher: Mydei’s almost done making food for us

Cipher: mydeichefsticker.png

Cipher: don’t let all his efforts go to waste

Cipher: but check out this cute pic i just snapped

Cipher: nap.jpeg

Hyacine: Cassie is driving right now, so she can’t text but we’re all in the car and coming over now

Tribbie: Sunny looks so peaceful with her head on Snowy.

Cyrene: Can you believe they weren’t talking a few days ago?

Hyacine: They weren’t?

Cyrene: Weird, right? Phainon used to stay at Sunny’s house until nighttime, but he started coming home right after he’s done with classes.

Cyrene: Although… he did disappear last night to who knows where…

Tribbie: castoricespeechlesssticker.png

Tribbie: I think I may have something to do with it…

Cyrene: ?

Tribbie: The other day when I sent the sunset photo, Sunny made me remember about our playground days

Tribbie: And I got embarrassed but she said it was okay because we were just kids playing out our fantasies

Tribbie: And then I said that they wanted to be together even back then cause… you know…

Cipher: lol

Hyacine: I guess this proves they aren’t dating

Cyrene: I wouldn’t be so sure…

Hyacine: Do you know something we don’t?

Cyrene: C’mon… the stuff they do together… Do normal friends do that?

Tribbie: Maybe if they’re really close!

Cipher: they’ve always been together, yeah?

Cyrene: Since the day they’ve met.

Hyacine: Oh we’re almost there! Tell Mydei we appreciate his work

Reacting with a thumbs-up emoji, Cipher returned to the pair on the couch. With closed eyes, your head was on Phainon's shoulder while his head was on top of yours.

To her amusement, her two cats had joined in on the impromptu nap session as well.

With the presence of her pets, she was reminded of her villain persona from her childhood.

It had been true; Cipher had stolen the role from you when she was brought into the group.

Upon her first introduction, it had been you, Phainon, Tribbie, and Cyrene.

Cyrene was always on supervising duty, never minding watching her brother and his friends. It had brought her peace of mind to know they were enjoying their summer.

“This is Cifera, but I call her Ciphy.” Tribbie presented the girl beside her to you and Phainon. “She wants to join our game. Is that okay?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you addressed Cifera, “Sure! What do you want to play as?”

Putting on a hood with a pair of cat ears, she shouted, “The villain!”

“What? But I’m the villain…”

“I can play a better one! Tribbie said your powers were from the sun. Bad guys don’t do well in the day.”

With your hands clenching into little fists, you stared at the newcomer.

Noticing your discomfort, Tribbie offered a solution, “How about you play the princess that gets saved?”

“Do I have to get saved? Can’t I defend myself with my magic?”

“Then Snowy wouldn’t have a job…”

Shaking your head, you grabbed Phainon’s hand, holding it in the air. “I’ll play the princess, but me and Phainon are gonna work together to beat you, Cifera!”

“It’s Cipher now!” The cat thief quickly ran off to escape her enemies.

Phainon had frozen when you touched his hand, and he couldn’t do anything, letting you drag him off to catch the villain. Realizing he had a job to do, he raised his wooden sword while chasing down Cipher. As he ran alongside with you, he was glad Cipher made you not the villain anymore. As much as he liked first playing with you, he had been wanting to work with you and not against you.

Pfft, Tribbie didn’t even remember she was the one who gave you your new role, solidifying the dynamic between you and Phainon.

“Hey, can you help me set up the table?” Mydei’s head poked out from the dining room entrance, eyes briefly landing on the two on the couch before looking at Cipher. “And leave those lovebirds alone.”

“Lovebirds?” With an eyebrow raised, Cipher walked towards the kitchen to grab plates and utensils, ready to set the table in the dining room. “They’re really together?”

Mydei grabbed a pair of mitts, opening the oven to remove the freshly baked rolls. “You didn’t hear anything from me.”

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Castorice: These came in today. Do you want to come over?

You: ooo yee

You: the butterflies and flowers are so pretty!! yaa im coming

You: is it okay if i make two bracelets this time?

Castorice: I think so too… Make however many you want.

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You: yay im on the way!

Your last text to her had been a while ago.

Hearing the familiar chime ring throughout her house, Castorice double checked the table for everything she needed before opening the door.

“Hi, Cas!” you happily greeted, a canvas tote bag hanging off your shoulder.

Saying your name, Castorice warmly returned your acknowledgement, “Hello.”

Moving out the way for you to walk in, the purple-haired woman closed the door.

A quick glimpse of the bag revealed multiple books overlaid.

“...Books?”

“Yeah, I remembered how you wanted to borrow some the other day.”

Taken aback by your thoughtfulness, Castorice was speechless. Even she didn’t remember saying that.

“These are from my personal collection, but I’m probably going to the library soon to find more stuff to read. Should I put them here?”

“Yes, there is fine.”

“Okay, I recommend the one about the princess that becomes a dragon! I’m pretty sure you would like that one. You used to pretend you had a cool dragon when we were younger.”

“Thank you… I did…”

Seating yourself before her cozy table, you exclaimed, “Let’s start our sewing!”

Castorice sat across from you, picking out the ornaments she wanted for her piece.

In the quiet and comfortable setting, both you and Castorice carefully used thin threads to fix the various materials onto bracelets and canvas respectfully.

As Castorice sewed one butterfly and a few flowers onto the special silk fabric, she couldn’t help but wonder: Why were you making two bracelets this time? Usually, you would make a single piece for yourself. Could the second be for someone else? Who would that be?

Setting her decorated canvas into a frame, Castorice curiously questioned, “...You are making two bracelets? Who is the other one for?”

You winced, not losing focus on your project. “I was secretly hoping you wouldn’t ask…”

“Ah, my apologies. You usually take home a single item.”

Pausing your sewing, you nervously laughed before admitting, “Don’t tell the others but it’s for Phainon.”

“Phainon?”

It made complete sense; you were rather close to him.

“...Yes. We, um… just started… seeing each other.”

Resting your hand on the table with your palm upright, Castorice clocked the subtle mark on your inner wrist, not thinking much of it.

“But you see each other all the time…? You’re both constantly together.”

“Cas… I mean we’re… dating…”

Oh.

The group chat would be thrilled to hear about this, but Castorice refrained from imposing on your privacy.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks…” Ignoring the heat on your cheeks and picking up one of the bracelets, you dangled it before Castorice. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

Delicate dried blue and white flowers adorned the full length of the silk strap, and the craftsmanship was remarkable—even Aglaea would praise you for your work.

“Yes. He would love it.” And Castorice meant it. There was no universe in which Phainon wouldn’t because she saw how he looked at you when you weren’t.

All soft and lovingly as if you were his whole reason to live.

Recalling a specific memory, Castorice smiled.

At the usual park, Castorice was the newest addition to the crew. You had approached her one day while she was sitting on the bench, asking her if she wanted to join your game because you had noticed her coming here everyday.

She did, and that was why she visited the area daily. Her inexperience with communication made it difficult to come up to you and request herself so she was very glad that you seeked her out.

Her role was the reaper, death incarnate. She was to collect the souls of the ones who passed.

During her first play session, Cipher managed to “injure” you, and you dramatically fell onto your back, coughing and pretending to bleed out with a hand outstretched towards your companion.

“...Phainon…go on without me… I won’t make it…”

Dropping his toy sword, he kneeled before your body, taking your hand in his. “No! I won’t let anyone take you away from me! Not even Death herself…”

On cue, Castorice appeared with a plastic scythe to take you to the afterlife.

Seeing the reaper, Phainon shielded your body with his, manifesting puppy eyes. “Don’t do this, Death. Please, let her be.”

Castorice froze, unsure of what she should do. She was supposed to complete her job and “take” you but Phainon was preventing her from doing so.

Swinging her legs back and forth above them, Tribbie’s amused voice interrupted the moment. “Cas, you need to take Sunny’s soul!”

“...But Phainon is…”

Shaking her head, Cipher argued, “Doesn’t matter! Sunny’s down and out.”

Castorice knew what she had to do, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it.

Phainon bowed before Castorice, feigning tears. “...If you’re going to take her, take me too. I can’t live without her…”

“Hey, Snowy, you can’t die too! We still need someone to fight the villain!”

“Actually, I’m okay with Castorice taking both of them.”

“Ciphy, you just wanna be the winner.”

“...Yeah…”

“...Um.” Stuck with a hard decision, Castorice’s eyes moved between you and Phainon before she stated, “I’ll let you both go for now, but next time, I’ll take your souls.”

“Oh, you hear that Phainon? Yay, I’m alive! I’m still bleeding though… We need a healer in our group.”

Snapping out of her daze, Castorice returned her attention to you, eyes drawn to the other bracelet on the table. “Is that for you?”

“Yep, I want to match with him. It’s not weird, is it?”

“..No, it’s cute…”

“Haha…”

Hyacine: I just got out of class

Hyacine: What did you want?

Phainon: You’re gonna be a doctor, right?

Hyacine: I’m working hard to be one!

Phainon: Can you do a check up on me? I think I’m dying

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Hyacine: What?!

Phainon: Yeah, my heart’s been speeding up lately, and I don’t know what’s causing it

Hyacine: Tachycardia could be caused by a lot of things

Hyacine: What have you been doing?

Phainon: Tachycardia? Is that what I have?

Phainon: Anyway, I’ve been with Sunny

Putting down her phone for a second, Hyacine giggled because it was obvious why his heart was beating fast.

You, huh…

She should’ve known…

Phainon: Hello?

Hyacine: Sorry, I was just trying to rule out the possibilities

Hyacine: If you want, we can meet up at the university café, and we can talk about your symptoms

Phainon: I’ll be there in a bit!

In the café while waiting for her friend to show up, Hyacine reminisced about the time she got roped into “healing” Phainon.

It was Phainon’s turn to take a hit from Cipher, crumpling to the ground while clutching his side.

Immediately running to his side, you supported him, letting him lean against you. “No, Phainon! You’re injured…”

“I’m hurt, but not that bad,” Phainon smiled, trying to comfort you. “I’ll live.”

You still haven't gotten a healer for situations like these…

Dragging Phainon around the playground, your eyes roamed the place for the perfect someone when you saw a girl with a pegasus plushie in her hands.

Quickly making your way over to her with Phainon’s extra weight, you asked, “Hi! Sorry to bother you, but can you heal my partner real quick? Please, it’s a matter of life or death!”

“...I just said I’ll live.”

Hyacine blinked, confused on why the two of you were talking to her when she was busy playing with her toy. “I’m not a healer…”

Hugging the boy beside you, you wailed, “He’s gonna die if you don’t do something!”

You looked deathly serious, and because of your pitiful behavior, Hyacine played along.

Sighing, the pink-haired girl held her pegasus before Phainon. “This is Ika. I can’t heal yet, but Ika can!”

Moving Ika from side to side, the pegasus “healed” Phainon’s injury.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, voice filled with concern.

Giving a thumbs-up, Phainon grinned, “Great.”

Turning towards your new healer, you gave her your gratitude, fishing for her name. “Thank you…”

“Hyacinthia, but you can call me Hyacine.”

“Thank you, Hyacine!”

And somehow, Hyacine learned healing magic from Ika, eventually supporting and becoming the medic of the group.

Honestly, she didn’t regret helping you and Phainon. It helped with finding her passion, and she wouldn’t be lying if she said having you all as friends was the best experience ever. Nothing was ever dull with you all.

Spotting Phainon at the entrance, Hyacine waved him down.

Noticing her, Phainon briskly marched over, determined to find out what was wrong with him.

“Hyacine… What’s wrong with me?”

With the tip of her chin resting on her palm, Hyacine smirked, “Sunny.”

“What about her?”

Before Hyacine could answer, something blue and white caught her attention.

Eying the new accessory on Phainon’s arm, her smirk grew wider, pointing below. “First, what is that?”

Phainon registered that she was talking about the flower bracelet you gave him. “Oh, this is from Sunny.”

From you, huh? No wonder he was flaunting it.

“Sunny is the root of all your problems.”

“Problems? You mean my… uh… tacardia?”

“Tachycardia.”

“Yeah, that.”

Nodding, Hyacine gave her diagnosis, “You’re in love.”

Placing a hand over his heart, Phainon echoed, “...In love…?”

“It’s a serious condition. There’s no cure. You’re going to have to live with it. We call that a chronic condition.”

“Ooh…”

“Well, I lied. There’s a cure. It’s to confess your love to her!”

“I did that already, so why aren’t I better?”

Wait, what? He already did?!

“Um.” Shocked, Hyacine’s lips turned into a fine line as she stared blankly at him. “You and Sunny are dating now?”

“Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“Since the party.”

“...Congrats.”

“Thank you?”

He was hopeless.

Mydei: Why are you interrupting my class with your message?

Phainon: Look what Sunny got me!

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This idiot… He has the worst photography skills…

The blurry picture was hard to make out, so Mydei squinted his eyes, realizing he was looking at a piece of accessory.

Mydei: It’s a bracelet.

Phainon: From Sunny!

Mydei: I’m in the middle of class. You really thought this was important?

Wait.

Thinking back on it, you had been wearing a similar bracelet, but that wasn’t what Mydei wanted to focus on.

There had been a small mark on your wrist that wasn’t there before, but he wouldn’t have known because you always had a bandaid over it.

Stepping into the quaint building, Hyacine noted, “Wow, we’re really in a tattoo shop!”

“Woah, look at all the cool designs we could get.” Cipher stood before the wooden countertop, examining the various pictures.

Castorice also looked at the book on the table, hoping she could maybe include the two delicate things she liked the most into her tattoo.

Glancing at Anaxa, Tribbie asked, “Did you decide what you wanted your mark to be?”

With his hand on his forehead, Anaxa shook his head, “I can’t believe I agreed to doing this…”

“Lighten up, Anaxa. As Chrysos Heirs, we were destined for greatness!” Phainon proudly proclaimed.

“...That was when we were younger…”

Aglaea studied the decorations on the walls, holding a paper with intricate, golden branches for you to see. “I already have my design selected.”

“It looks good, Aglaea!” Instead of being fascinated by the store, you were more interested in her idea. “Did you design this yourself?”

“Of course. I am the only one who knows what’s befitting of me.”

Mydei had to agree with Anaxa’s sentiment. Why was he here…?

“Mydei, are you regretting your decision?”

At the sound of your voice, he looked in your direction. “Yes…”

“Haha, but you’re still moving forward with it?”

Shifting his gaze behind you, he saw everyone crowding around the waiting area, engaging in different activities while waiting for their turns.

Cipher was flipping through the gallery, showing Hyacine what she potentially wanted.

With each flip of the page, Hyacine either shook or nodded her head.

Phainon—trying to convince Anaxa to get an ear piercing with the tattoo.

And Anaxa was actually considering it…

Tribbie’s eyes sparkled as Aglaea was sketching possible designs for her on a sticky note.

Castorice was sitting on the couch with Tribbie and Aglaea, captivated by the technique Aglaea incorporated in her pen strokes.

Mydei’s expression softened, watching his close-knit friends.

He decided he didn’t mind much when they were all in this together. “What is a bond if not forged with blood and tears… and a little ink…”

You followed his line of sight to see a similar view, equally amused. “Isn’t it funny this was because of our silly little game?”

“You’re right.”

“I still think about how Phainon was against you joining at first, but now you two are the best of buds.”

“Hmph, you’re pushing it a little… and he was only against me joining because Tribbie wanted me to play the crown prince.”

Laughing at the memory, you teased, “We coulda been together!”

“...I don’t even want to think about it… Fortunately, she made me your long lost brother. Besides, don’t you and Phainon like each other?”

“...What?”

Oh, Mydei guessed wrong, and to remedy his mistake, he dismissed his previous statement. “Nevermind.”

Caught off guard by his observation, you stopped talking, wondering if you should get the tattoo you had been meaning to get.

“Do you know what tattoo Phainon’s getting?”

“You speak as if he told me.”

“Well, did he?”

“...He did.”

“Can you tell me?”

Mydei clearly remembered Phainon telling him not to tell anyone about his design until he got it, especially you.

But maybe you both needed a slight push.

“A sun.”

Lowering your gaze, you hoped he couldn’t see your face.

This was bad.

Because you were going to get a snowflake as your tattoo.

“He told me not to tell anyone, but I just told you… So, what are you getting?”

“...I don’t think I’m going to get anything, to be honest…”

Realizing you had been lying and thinking you were hopeless, Mydei lightly chuckled, coming back to his phone and seeing Phainon texting him a bunch of question marks due to no response.

Mydei: Have you checked Sunny’s wrist?

Phainon: What?

Mydei: Check her wrist next time you see her.

Mydei: You might find a pleasant surprise.

Phainon: Uh… okay… so we still gyming after though, right?

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Aglaea: I have picked out some clothing that would suit your nature. Would you like to take a gander? In addition, I am ready to forward some portraits as well.

You: sorry aglaea! im kind of in a hurry right now

Aglaea: What is the matter? Maybe I can provide assistance.

You: you can actually! can you tell me which one i look better in?

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Aglaea: What is the occasion?

You: secret

Aglaea: It is only fair you would not divulge when even I do not answer your questions.

Aglaea: Anyway, the second one.

You: thank you!! i gotta go but ill tell you later

Smiling at her screen, Aglaea couldn’t wait because she had a feeling it was about you know who .

Honestly, she was tired of seeing the two of you mutually pining since childhood.

She had been reluctant to play the game; however, you were quite persuasive when you wanted to be.

After joining the group as the destiny weaver, she had made it her goal to have you and Phainon getting together.

And now finally it was happening.

Her phone lit up with a notification from Anana, immediately disturbing her good mood.

What did he want?

Anaxagoras: Sunny and Phainon are at the library.

Aglaea: What are they doing there?

Anaxagoras: They just met up.

Aglaea: Sunny had just asked me for advice on what garments to wear.

Anaxagoras: They’re on a date.

Aglaea: Yes.

Anaxagoras: Phainon has her against the bookshelf.

Aglaea: And you are still watching?

Anaxagoras: No.

Aglaea: You owe me some money.

Anaxagoras: Like you need any more…

Flipping his phone so the screen was on the table’s surface, Anaxa couldn’t believe his eyes.

…He didn’t want to pay up to Aglaea.

He had been expecting you and Phainon to date much later because you both were dense as hell.

But he was proven wrong.

Maybe it was for the better.

Maybe he should also look away.

Yeah, he should do that.

One more picture was sent to the group chat before Anaxa minded his own business, ignoring the vibrations from his phone in favor of scribbling notes.

In the corner of the library, you and Phainon were in your own bubble, uncaring of the surroundings.

As far as you were both aware, it was just the two of you.

Not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position, you whined, “Phainon…” Your hand was on his chest, but barely exerting any effort into pushing him away. “Anyone could see us…”

On second thought, you didn’t mind it much… and you didn’t resist when he gently laid his hand on you, encompassing the width of your arm to bring it to him.

The matching bracelet fell lower as Phainon lifted it.

Upon closer inspection, there was a mark—like Mydei had implied.

What’s more was that it was in the shape of a snowflake.

Unconsciously, Phainon touched the left side of his neck, and you wanted to pull away your limb; however, his grip tightened.

How could he have not seen it before?

That was right; you had been covering it with bandaids.

To think this was hidden underneath the adhesives all this time…

When Phainon dropped his hand from his neck, your hand replaced it.

Lightly tracing the ink, Phainon softly gazed at your tattoo. “...I thought you didn’t get one… ”

Returning the gesture on his own ink, you confessed, “...I didn’t…but then it felt wrong to not have it so I went back to get it the very next day. The artist was laughing at me the whole time because she had heard Tribbie call you Snowy and me Sunny.”

“...I was disappointed when we walked out of the store, and I didn’t see one on you.”

“I know…”

“Ha…” He couldn’t stop staring, fixated on a mark that represented him—engraved on you like you were on him forever .

Meeting your half-lidded eyes and grazing his lips against your inner wrist, Phainon whispered your real name against your skin, “Wherever you are, I’ll be there.”

And his bright azure eyes held so much love for you.

Making you want to do one thing at this moment.

Murmuring his name back, you stood on your toes, brushing your lips against his neck before moving towards his own.

As you both melted into the kiss, Phainon knew you were his Sunny, and you knew he was your Snowy.

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mandarinmoons · 11 hours ago

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I'll be here, always

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader Summary: Anxious thoughts taking control of your mind again, Spencer reminds you that he is always there to calm your worries Words: 1389 A/N: This is a bit scary to post cause this is something that I myself struggle with from time to time and if you yourself have these thoughts then know that you're not alone <3

You sighed quietly as you watched Spencer work away at his desk, his eyes quickly scanning details of the paperwork as he worked to try and solve it. It was as if he had glued himself onto the chair as soon as he got home, barely taking any breaks to eat, use the bathroom or speak a single word to you.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No.”

You sighed as you watched Spencer flip away at his case files, his eyes not looking up from them to meet your eyes. You don’t think you could’ve met them anyways, but a part of you was begging for him to acknowledge your existence for just once during the day. It was eating you away and with your anxiety acting up more than usual, it was only a matter of time until you were reduced to nothing but tears.

Spencer was not the same after coming home from prison. His demeanor was colder, he kept more to himself and didn’t smile as often. He had expressed himself that he didn’t like what prison had done to him, he missed the way he once was and sometimes would stay up until dawn mourning the person he used to be.

“If you weren’t around I think I would go insane.”

Spencer had confided in you one late night that you were one of the few constants in his life. You had known him for years, ever since he first joined The BAU to when he got arrested. You had seen him at his best and his worst, you took him as he was, as he were, and you weren’t going to leave him over a hard chapter in his life, especially if it had changed him.

Sometimes it was easier said than done. Spencer wasn’t the only who had issues and you were honest with him with the thoughts that consumed your head at times, how they would manifest and why. They weren’t something you were proud of, in fact you would feel guilty over them later on when you managed to get a hold of them. It seemed to be an endless cycle at times and sometimes you wondered if you would ever get better. Spencer changed that though.

He assured you countless times whenever you needed it, he would hold you until you were no longer shaking and would see you smile again, he would do anything for you and it made you stick to him like glue. That wasn’t always a good thing though considering your issues.

With having an anxious attachment, sometimes your worries would arise if Spencer took too long to answer a text or call or if his mood seemed unusual for a longer period of time. You tried your best not to get into your head about it, rationalize with yourself that he’s either busy or tired and needs some time for himself and nine times out of ten things would go back to the way they were soon enough.

This time it was different though. The time spent in prison had altered Spencer permanently and although you knew his love for you hadn’t diminished one bit, if not grown stronger, the way he would express it was different than before and it would take some time to get used to.

“He doesn’t love you anymore, he’s just not able to say it.”

Those kinds of thoughts were plaguing your mind and with the way Spencer was behaving, it was hard to listen to your logical side to try and calm yourself. Everything felt so different and it was hard not to expect that things would fall apart eventually.

You were brought back to reality when you felt tears stream down your face, the emotions being too overbearing and let go when you weren’t noticing. You couldn’t let Spencer see you this way so you brushed them away, cleared your throat and looked towards your boyfriend as you tried your best to make sure your voice didn’t crack.

“I’m feeling a bit tired, I’m going to lie down for a bit.”

Spencer only nodded and went back to skimming through his papers, feeling your heart sink again at the lack of his acknowledgement.

Walking to bed and lying down on the covers, you couldn’t help but notice how with every day that passed the sheets seemed colder. Maybe it was because Spencer’s scent had diminished by each day, making the overall feeling less comforting and warm.

You couldn’t help but have tears pouring from your eyes. It was exhausting having to keep it in and you couldn’t bear to do it anymore. Usually you would be right on track to run into Spencer’s arms to have him help you feel more grounded, but with his behaviour being so cold lately, you didn’t want to risk it when he wasn’t in the best mood or maybe even be scolded by him. Has it happened before? No, but you were too scared of those thoughts becoming true one day and with his demeanor being the way it was right now, the chances of it happening seemed higher than ever before.

After some time of silently letting the tears out, feeling exhausted by all of the emotions, you eventually did fall asleep. At least with sleeping you knew you would feel more calm and collected later, but slowly the cycle would start again at some point and you would have to go through the process all over again, something you weren’t sure how long you would be able to keep up.

Sensing that something was wrong, Spencer made his way to the bedroom and stood at the door for a moment, taking in your sleeping figure. Your back was turned to the door and your knees pressed to your chest in a fetal position, your body's way of showing you need protection and comfort, something Spencer knew he had lacked recently.

Feeling his heart ache, he made his way to the bed, laid down next to you and gently wrapped his arms around you, causing you to stir and open your eyes.

With Spencer’s thumbs caressing your arms, another flood of tears escaped your eyes and as you tried to hold back a sob, Spencer was quick to turn you around and bury your head in his chest, making it impossible to not let out your cries.

“It’s okay sweetheart.”

With each loving touch it was harder and harder not to cry. The one thing you needed for so long had finally been given to you and you didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. You did need what Spencer was giving to you, but had it been something forced out of him?

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“That I’m not in control this.”

Spencer took your head into his hands as his eyes looked into yours, his thumbs brushing away the fallen tears and feeling his own eyes tear up seeing how red your eyes seemed. He hadn’t been there for you and it was eating him alive.

“Honey, listen to me. It is not your fault for feeling the way you do, it all leads back to the way you were raised as a child and you had no control over how your parents treated you. We all have our slip ups, but it does not mean that you’re not handling it well, because you are. It’s just a bump in the road and that does not mean you don’t have a handle on this or that it won’t get better. It does, you just have to believe in yourself.”

Not being able to get the words out, your lips pressed onto Spencer’s gently as a way of showing gratitude for his words. He always knew exactly what to say to help calm you and this time his words hit a bit deeper. It wasn’t your fault how you were treated but that didn’t mean that you weren’t worthy of love.

Your loud inner critic lost its power slowly as you and Spencer continued to hold each other and take in each other’s presence. Soon enough you both fell asleep while being in each other’s arms and slept soundly through the night, hearts beating in unison as well as smiles plastered on your tired faces.

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synthetickitsune · 2 days ago

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Jeonghan (SVT) | Gone Away angst | 1k | gn!reader

“Will you-” he swallows. The pit in his stomach suddenly feels heavier. “Will you come home? Please, just come home. I will leave you alone. I won’t approach you.”

“What's the difference if I’m there or not, then?”

Everything, Jeonghan wants to say. That feels pointless, though. How could you trust him? There’s no way you’d believe him, even if he spent hours going into excruciating detail to prove he’s not exaggerating. So he doesn’t say it. He wants to beg, he doesn’t care if he has to throw away his pride. But that feels manipulative. He doesn’t want to put any pressure on you. He knows he’s not entitled to anything. Least of all forgiveness.

“I will be here when you do come back,” he says softly, “I’m not running away from what I’ve done.”

The silence stretches on. Afraid that anything he does could be the wrong move, he stands still and holds his breath. Of course you can’t see him, far away somewhere he can’t reach. With no idea where you are, it feels like you’re just that - gone. The distance feels suffocating.

Then you hang up. Without a goodbye, without another word. Gone.

He takes a deep breath and counts to ten. Nothing changes.

“What is it, Jeonghan?”

He hates the static blurring your voice. You don’t sound like this. He misses your voice.

“I just wanted to ask about your day,” he explains, calmly, without any added emotions. The static makes him wonder. How far are you? Are you somewhere with bad reception? You’ve always told him you’d like to try travelling somewhere far away enough that nobody will reach you.

“It was good,” you say simply. Nothing more, nothing less. No bite in your tone. There’s never been, anyway. No clue as to where you are, what you’re doing.

“Are you eating well?” he hides the smile on his lips. There’s nothing to smile about. Still, you had a good day. He’s glad. His own days blur together, to be told apart only by these short daily phone calls.

“Trying to,” you respond and he thinks you shrug as you do, “Are you sleeping well?”

He bites his tongue. This is the first time you’ve asked about him. He doesn’t want to blow it.

The truth, however, is that no - no he hasn’t slept well ever since you left. Since he pushed you away. Jeonghan has to stop himself from being stupid. His lips still remember the time you were within reach. When he could playfully whine and tease, tell you of course he isn’t sleeping well without you next to him.

“No,” he loses his cool and sighs. He decides not to beat himself over the slip up, though. At least he didn’t tell you all the things he thinks. Like how he doesn’t think he deserves to sleep well, how he doesn’t deserve to eat well. Honestly nothing should be going well for him, but he’s always been pretty lucky. No great misfortune met him. Except the greatest one that he brought onto himself by his own fault.

“Try to,” you hum, “For me.”

A click and you’re gone. His body feels heavy. His chest is tight. He needs to lie down.

“You sound miserable,” you ignore his greeting to say.

That must be the first time you’ve taken initiative in all these weeks. It almost makes him break. Today is a really bad day.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat before his voice can crack, “I guess so.”

He promised himself he won’t be emotional. That he won’t cry, or get angry, beg or sweet talk. You deserve better than that. You deserve stability, you deserve respect. Accountability. And Jeonghan would like to believe that that’s exactly what he’s shown you every day since you left. But the truth is, today is the worst day he’s had in a while and that’s saying something. All he wants is to lay down with his head on your chest and have you play with his hair and tell him you got him. That you’re there. But he doesn’t even know where you are.

It’s a whole different kind of torture than he’s ever thought he’d experience. And he should just shut up and take it because ultimately it’s all his fault but it’s hard.

“Want to tell me about it?”

There’s concern in your voice. He can’t blink away his tears fast enough. He can’t stop himself from taking in that shaky, stabilizing breath fast enough.

“Jeonghan?”

The concern is stronger now. You’re worried. Worried about him when he’s done nothing but hurt you and made you leave.

“I-” he wants to tell you not to worry. It’s pointless to worry about him. He deserves this.

You let him catch his breath. You reassure him you’ll wait, which is way more than he deserves, but it works because at least he doesn’t worry about the chances of you hanging up with each passing second.

“It’s just a lot. Today’s been a lot,” he exhales shakily, “Everything is a lot but don’t worry about it, okay? I’m handling this.”

You sigh.

“Jeonghan,” your tone is stricter, not cold, but it startles him nonetheless, “You don’t have to do this.”

You’re really set on making him break his own rules.

“I-”

“Look,” you sigh, “You can’t undo what happened. But I appreciate how you handled it.”

He really won’t cry.

“I’m still yours,” your voice softens, “And you’re still mine. So just tell me what’s going on.”

“I-”

Knock knock.

His head snaps towards the door. He whispers your name but you don’t answer. The line is not dead but you don’t say a word either.

Walking towards the door, he feels like he’s in a dream.

He has to close his eyes as the door opens. If this is a dream, he doesn’t want to wake up.

He calls your name again when he falls into your arms.

#seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan scenarios #svthub #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen x reader #svt angst #svt scenarios #jeonghan angst #drabble

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littlefreakrry13 · 12 hours ago

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✮ pushing it down and praying ✮

masterlist

A/n: I’ve been obsessed with this song for forever and I HAD to make a one shot abt it, anyways enjoy 🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️✨✨

Lando Norris x fem! reader

Word count: 709

You weren’t supposed to see him tonight.

You had plans — ones you made on purpose to avoid him.

But fate, cruel and persistent, had other ideas.

You spotted Lando across the crowded room first.

Head thrown back in laughter, drink in his hand, surrounded by people you didn’t recognize anymore.

Maybe you never really had.

Your stomach twisted. You tried to swallow it down, like you had been for months — the words, the hurt, the hollowed-out love that used to live so easily between you.

Pushing it down. Pushing it down. Always pushing it down.

You turned away, but it was too late.

His eyes had already found you.

He crossed the room with that stupid boyish smile, the one that used to make your heart skip and now just made it hurt worse.

"Hey, stranger," he said, a little too casual, a little too careful.

You hated how your heart still leapt at the sound of his voice.

You hated that he could still look at you like that — like you were the only thing that ever made sense.

He shouldn’t get to do that, not anymore.

"Hi," you managed, voice dry. You didn’t trust yourself to say anything more.

For a moment, it was just the two of you, like there was no one else in the world.

The music faded, the chatter blurred. It was just you and Lando and a million things unsaid between you.

"I’ve been meaning to call," he said after a long beat.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, me too."

Lie.

You hadn’t been meaning to call.

You’d been meaning to forget.

He shifted closer, hands stuffed into his pockets, nervous the way he used to get when he was trying to say something important.

"I miss you," he said, almost a whisper. "I miss... us."

You closed your eyes.

Because that was the thing about Lando — he always knew the right words too late.

"I’m not the same person anymore," you said, voice breaking before you could catch it. "And you’re... you’re still the same."

Always running. Always chasing. Always putting you second to everything else.

He looked wounded, but you couldn’t let yourself care.

You had cared enough for both of you, for too long.

"I prayed," you said quietly, blinking hard against the sting in your eyes. "I prayed you’d figure it out. That one day you’d wake up and realize what you were losing."

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"But you didn’t," you finished.

And maybe he would, one day. Maybe years from now he would look back and realize tonight was the night he lost you for good.

But it wouldn’t change anything.

You gave him a sad, almost tender smile — the kind you give someone you once loved more than yourself.

"Goodbye, Lando."

You turned and left, the weight of it all crashing down once you were out of his sight.

You didn’t look back.

You didn’t need to.

Some things, once broken, stay that way.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★

You barely made it outside before the cold air hit your face — sharp, cutting, real.

You told yourself you wouldn’t cry. You promised yourself you were stronger than this.

But then you heard it —

Your name.

Soft. Frantic. His voice.

You froze.

Footsteps.

Then Lando was there, breathless, the door swinging shut behind him.

He wasn’t smiling now. He just looked... lost.

"Wait," he said, voice cracking like he was breaking open in front of you.

You hated how much it almost broke you too.

"I should’ve fought harder," he said. "I should’ve been better."

The words tumbled out of him, messy and desperate.

You believed him.

You always believed him.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I’m so sorry."

For a moment — just a moment — the world went still.

You could almost see it: the version of you two that could've made it, if life had been kinder. If he had been ready.

If love had been enough.

But it wasn’t.

"I know," you said, voice thick. "But sometimes... sorry isn’t enough."

You stepped back.

You saw the panic flash in his eyes, like he finally understood this wasn’t just a fight you could make up from.

This was the end.

"I love you," he said, raw and broken.

You smiled, heart shattering all over again.

"I love you too."

And maybe that was the saddest part

You could love someone with your whole soul and still have to let them go.

You turned.

This time, he didn’t chase you.

And maybe that was love too

Knowing when to stop fighting.

Knowing when to say goodbye.

#f1 #charles leclerc #formula 1 #spotify #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando x you #arthur lerclec #f1 social media au #lando smut #landoscar #lando x y/n #lando fluff #lando fanfic #lando x reader #lando imagine #formula one

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aquatic-armageddons · 3 days ago

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The mercs with a terminally ill s/o

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CW: mentions of death & grief

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A/N: Honestly, writing this brought me to tears, because it reminded me of my coworker whom I lost some time ago (his death was somewhat expected but still sudden). But I wanted to do it anyway, and it made me feel a little better :')

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SCOUT

For someone who looks so headstrong, Jeremy seems like he handles grief very poorly (i.e. lashing out, acting and saying things without thinking, etc.)

This boy would probably be in one of the worst mental states of his life.

He may even ask Medic to try saving you, even if you're beyond help.

But he knows he has to prepare for life without you.

He'd still want to keep you with him at all times, even after your passing; if you decided to be cremated, he'd want your ashes in a special dog tag necklace.

He'd visit you every single day in the hospital/hospice, telling you silly jokes and bringing you snacks/plush toys. Hell, he'd still visit you, even after you've been laid to rest.

SOLDIER

With all of the time he's spent in the war(s), Jane has lost quite a lot of close comrades. He's desensitized himself to it all so he doesn't get overcome with grief.

He knows that death is an inevitable part of life, so he tries to live each day with no regrets.

And he'll try to instill that mindset in you as well.

Jane will do his best to make you as comfortable as possible, though it's extremely difficult given the circumstances.

Hand holding, soft forehead kisses or pretty much any kind of physical affection is a must.

But he'll finally break down once you actually pass, but his tears won't be of just grief. They're tears of relief, knowing you don't have to suffer anymore.

PYRO

It will take some time before they accept you'll be gone soon.

It's almost as if they're already experiencing that first stage of grief (denial).

Pyroland won't ever be the same once the dust settles.

They'll be clingy for sure, not leaving you out of their sight if they can help it.

You don't have the heart to tell Pyro you need a little space.

And it's better that you don't; they feel crushed already as it is, and you don't want to kick them while they're down.

Let Pyro smother you as much as they want, and give them all the attention you can.

DEMOMAN

This man's coping mechanisms vary.

On one hand, he'll spend as much time with you as he can, talking with you for hours.

But he may also seclude himself in his room and drink the stress away.

Random crying spells will occur on and off, in the weeks leading to your death.

He'd definitely go on drunken rants as well.

Tavish will initially want to avoid the reality, but the team will convince him otherwise.

Constant reassurance from you is the best thing you can do for him at this point.

HEAVY

Mikhail would have little to no reaction upon learning the news of your illness...at first.

He looks like he'd have it all together when with the rest of the team.

But once you're actually gone, he just breaks down and is inconsolable.

Quiet cries, burying his face in his hands, he just couldn't hold it together at your wake/funeral.

Mikhail will vent out his feelings to Medic, as he's the one person he respects the most. He may also try to ask him to bring you back.

But in the meantime, try to talk to him as often as you can.

As much as this guy likes his alone time, just try and break some of those walls down.

ENGINEER

Dell would have the same reaction as Heavy, though he wouldn't shed as many tears.

This man is one of the more sensible mercs on the team, so he'd try to be realistic about dealing with grief.

But that doesn't take the pain away.

He's obviously devastated, but chooses not to show it.

You know he's hurting, so just try to hold him and tell him everything will eventually be alright.

But don't ramble on; just you being next to him is more than enough.

MEDIC

Oh lord.

Where do I even start?

Herbert is practically the most emotionally unstable man on the team.

He'd definitely be stuck in denial, like brainwashing himself into believing you're not dying.

Despite how much everyone tries to get through to him, he acts very pigheaded and shuts down anyone.

He needs a serious reality check, and the only one who's capable of that is Heavy.

Once it finally sinks in, he just falls apart; sobbing, throwing equipment, etc.

Don't be shocked if he trashes his whole lab.

You're the only one who's able to calm him down.

Don't leave him alone for a second.

SNIPER

Mundy is almost as emotionless as they come.

...or at least that's how others perceive him.

Don't expect much of a reaction out of him, as disappointing as that sounds.

After everything passes, he'd try to go on with his daily life.

But once he's alone in his watchtower, his walls will finally crumble.

He can cry as much as he needs to in that space, because he knows no one can see him.

It's impressive how well he can hide his grief.

Just give him some time to be alone with his thoughts, and he'll come around on his own.

SPY

As the (unofficial) leader of the team, Spy feels as if he needs to set an example for everyone.

Death is a part of life, and time waits for no one.

He's pretty much in that final stage of grief almost immediately.

But just because he shows a lack of emotion, don't believe he doesn't care.

He's sad, don't get me wrong.

More than likely, he'd seclude himself in his smoking room.

Try to visit him whenever you're able to; it makes the situation less depressing for him.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 solly #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

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aethertheghoul · 2 days ago

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Ok I'm gonna put a break in for Skeletá spoilers in case anyone hasn't had the chance to listen through it yet.

Anyways I am gonna rant about Skeletá now.

HOLY FUCK THAT IS THE ALBUM OF ALBUMS

Tbh I needed this album, like this is the only thing keeping me stable for the the end of school.

After listening to everything together, Peacefeild is such an incredible intro to the entire thing. Lachryma is a delicious song that is so fun to play on guitar and Satanized is such a slay, but more importantly the new stuff.

Guiding lights is a great song to violently sob to, it's so beautiful. It feels like relief from everything, like a moment of calm in the storm. Genuinely can't get over how GEORGEOUS this song is.

De Profoundis Borealis has such DELICIOUS vocals. Idk how to explain it besides the chorus is delicious. Instrumentally it's not the most insane or interesting riffs or anything but it all sounds to clean and smooth. The whole song just feels so good.

Cenotaph is one of the song I didn't really know what to expect based on the interviews and stuff. I expected this song to to feel a lot darker. I was pleasantly surprised about how joyful the song actually feels. It all feels so hopeful and the solo is so delicious. (Guitarist likes guitar solos, who knew/s)

Missilia Amori is exactly what I expected and I love it. It feels like they just wanted a Kiss song in Ghost style and that's exactly what they made. 10/10 headbangy enough for me, exactly what I wanted from this song.

Marks of the Evil One is another song I had no idea what exactly to expect. Still not disappointed, it's giving the song I'd scream the chorus to on stage if I ever got the unholy chance to preform on a stage with a cover band. Instruments are also perfectly delicious.

Umbra 100% defied my expectations. I was very much thinking a Kiss the Go-Goat type song. The keyboard intro completely caught me off guard. The guitar on this song is so so so delicious. AND COWBELL!!!! I was captivated by this song on the first listen and I am still captivated by it. And the bridge/solo, AHHHHH, what if I just cry here and now over it again (/pos) this song is just like perfect to my ears. I'm going to figure out how to play this on guitar as soon as I can because it's so delicious I need to play it.

Excelsis? Time to cry again!! This song is such a peaceful ending. The lyrics hit in a spot that is really personal to me and I have a feeling it does the same with a lot of others. It's so beautiful.

#skeleta release #skeletá #the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #papa v #papa perpetua #satanized #skeletour #papa v perpetua #papa v ghost #ghost band

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ashthesalamipiece · 1 day ago

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hii. hope everything is well with you :)

if you’re not too busy can I request a shigaraki x online gamer friend reader. where he becomes friends with a random girl he met while playing league or something (modern au).

maybe even a meet up or something. tyyy!!

"Lagging Hearts"

Shigaraki Tomura wasn’t supposed to care about anyone online. He liked the distance. The screen, the anonymity, the safety of being just a name on a friend list. But then he queued up for a late-night ranked match in League of Legends, and everything started glitching—emotionally speaking.

He met you by chance. Your username—“Pix3lGrrl”—was the kind of cringe he'd usually block. But you locked in midlane fast, started typing callouts in team chat like a drill sergeant, and your sarcasm matched his beat for beat.

“Garen support? Wow. Peak performance,” you typed.

He smirked. Okay, maybe she’s not awful.

One game became three. Then ten. Then nightly Discord calls. You tilted like a pro, cursed like a sailor, and still somehow made him laugh when his fingers were twitching to decay the world.

“You ever stop touching your face when you’re mad?” you teased during a losing streak.

He choked on his soda. “How the hell do you know that?”

“You always stop talking right before you screw up a teamfight. It’s, like, your rage silence.”

He didn’t reply right away. He was too busy… smiling?

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Weeks passed. He didn’t tell you who he was—what he was. You didn’t ask. It was kind of perfect. The late-night games, the trash talk, your sleepy voice when it got too late and the ranked queue became ARAMs “just for fun.” He found himself waiting for the little Discord chime that said you were online like it was a drug.

One night, after a particularly nasty loss streak, you groaned, “I need a break. Let’s just talk.”

And he did. For hours.

You made him laugh so hard his screen shook. You called him “crusty king” and he didn’t even hate it. You told him about your cat, your weird neighbor, the way your keyboard was missing the F key but you were too lazy to fix it.

He thought about telling you. About his hands. His past. His real name.

Instead, he just asked, “Wanna queue again tomorrow?”

You replied instantly. “Always.”

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He didn't know what this was—just a gamer friend or something dangerously close to real—but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like disconnecting.

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It was your idea to meet.

“Well, technically,” you said, “I’m being bribed with bubble tea. But yeah. Let’s meet.”

Shigaraki stared at the message for a full minute. His thumb hovered over the reply button. He’d never seen your face, and you’d never seen his. It had been months now—countless games, DMs, weird late-night rants about anime betrayals and which champions needed nerfs.

He wasn’t ready.

But he said yes anyway.

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You picked a little gaming café downtown. Neon lights. LED keyboards. The smell of instant noodles and too many Monster cans. You wore a hoodie, same as him, and your hair was a little messier than your Discord icon implied—but it was you. He knew it immediately.

You were sitting with a boba and a Switch, tapping your foot to some lo-fi remix. You looked up and smiled.

“Crusty King?” you teased.

He almost turned around and left.

Instead, he gave a dry little laugh and slid into the seat across from you. “Pix3lGrrl. Didn’t expect you to look so… normal.”

You arched a brow. “Thanks? Didn’t expect you to look like a villain from a dystopian anime.”

He froze.

Your smile faltered for half a second, and then you recovered. “Kidding. I mean—you’ve got the vibe. Grumpy, gray hair, twitchy fingers. Kind of hot, though.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.”

You both sipped your drinks. Played a couple rounds of Smash on the café’s Switch dock. Laughed a lot. It felt almost like home. Like a weird dream.

But then you leaned in, really looked at him, and asked, “Hey… what do you do, anyway? You’ve never said.”

His hand twitched—just once. He quickly put it in his hoodie pocket. His mouth went dry.

“I… break things.”

You laughed. “Okay, edgy. What does that mean?”

He paused. Then whispered, “My name’s not really Ten.”

“Wait.” Your smile dimmed. “What?”

“I’m Tomura. Shigaraki Tomura.”

You went still.

You knew the name. Everybody did. The guy who vanished after the League crumbled. The one with a death count and a face like a warning sign.

You looked at him, really looked, and then said quietly, “And you… you play Jhin in ranked.”

He blinked. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

You smiled slowly, something tender and a little heartbroken. “You’ve got four kills, and I’m starting to think I’m one of them.”

He opened his mouth—but you held up a hand.

“I'm not running. Just… give me a sec to update my patch notes, alright?”

And then, in the same breath, you asked, “You still down to queue tonight?”

#my hero academia #reader #mha x reader #bhna #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #mha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha tomura #tomura shiragaki #x reader #bnha tomura #tomura x reader

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ghosty-zero · 2 days ago

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Sonadow one shot number #21: Drama

"Shadow, we're breaking up."

Shadow looked up from his book, raising a brow at the blue hedgehog in front of him. "I beg your pardon?"

"The time has come. I regret to say this, my dark, handsome, lovable friend, but we can no longer be together. I must make a fresh start in my life without you. I am leaving for good. We can no longer see each other. Ever again. Sorry. Bye. I love you. You'll always be my second favourite hedgehog. And I hope you find someone new." Sonic said, dramatically resting his arm over his forehead. "Oh, don't mourn me, my dearest. The pain will lessen with time. Move on with your life. You deserve it. I was never good enough for you anyway. We all know I am the fastest thing alive and that you can barely run five feet without tripping over a rock. Goodbye. Forever. See ya. Love you. Don't look back as I walk away."

"What are you doing?" Shadow asked, confused. He tried to get up from the couch but was instantly pushed back by the blue hedgehog.

"Shh, I know this must break your wittle heart, but it is for the best. Please don't cry. You'll always be my favorite psycho hedgehog. And I hope you find someone else. I love you. Goodbye. We can never see each other again. I'm sorry. Please don't call me anymore. Please don't text me. Please don't send me letters. Please don't write me poetry."

"I've never written you poetry." Shadow said with a blank stare, but the blue hedgehog didn't seem to notice.

Sonic put a hand to his mouth and made a fake sob, wiping away a fake tear. He let out a dramatic sigh before dramatically walking towards the door.

Shadow blinked. Okay...this was new. But Sonic was usually doing something weird. It was one of the things he loved about him. And he knew it was an act, because when Sonic wasn't doing something weird, he was sleeping or eating or teasing Shadow. And he wouldn't just leave him. Shadow was Sonic's source of money.

Sonic loved attention. He loved having people notice him and talk to him. He was more charismatic than Shadow and far better with words than the Ultimate Life Form. He could convince almost anyone to do whatever he wanted. And he knew it. That's why he'd always been so popular. But he was already so popular that people stopped constantly gushing over him whenever he went into the city. Sure, they smiled and waved, but not with the same awe and respect that they had in the past. He needed new people. New places. New crowds. New things to do.

So since he and Shadow had become an item, Shadow had developed a system he called "Daily Attention Limit." If Sonic got more than his daily allowance of attention, then he would become even more insufferable than usual. Not only would he make everything a competition, but he would also be hyper-aware of everything and everyone around him, which meant he would always try to be the center of attention. And no matter how hard Shadow tried to keep Sonic under control, the blue hedgehog always managed to get more attention than Shadow was willing to give. It was as if he was always hyped up on sugar. The only thing that could calm him down was sleep, which Sonic did a lot of. So, every day, Shadow would give Sonic his allotted amount of attention. If Sonic got any more, then Shadow would take it away and make him do chores around the house, which usually made Sonic sulk. But it didn't last long because the moment Shadow gave Sonic his attention back, the blue hedgehog was back to being hyper and annoying again.

Just like a kid.

"Don't think about me too much," Sonic said, adding a little sniffle. "It will only make it harder for you. Goodbye, my dark, handsome lover."

Shadow blinked as he watched Sonic slowly walk towards the door, making sure to exaggerate his steps and add little bounces to them. The blue hedgehog looked like a child who'd just been told they couldn't have a piece of candy. Sonic even added a dramatic wave over his shoulder.

"Okay." Shadow said, then returned to his book. If there was one thing he had learned about the hedgehog, it was that no matter what you said to him, he would always do whatever he wanted anyway. So why waste your time?

"Wait! Are you serious? You're really going to let me go that easily?" Sonic asked, whirling around.

"Is that not what you want?"

"Aren't you gonna mourn me and, like, make a shrine for me or something? I mean, come on. This is kind of a big deal, don't you think? You're letting me go!"

Shadow sighed, turning the page in his book. "Did you make the bed?"

Sonic scowled. "I told you. I'm leaving. This is my chance to find a better life. One with more fame and fortune than you can ever give me."

"Well, I guess I'll have to take the bed apart then. What a shame."

"Stop trying to distract me! I'm trying to be dramatic here!"

"And you are doing a wonderful job of it."

"I'm super upset."

"What would you like for dinner? I was thinking I'd make chili dogs."

"You're not even listening to me! Why are you so calm? This is a big deal!"

"Of course I'm listening to you. I always listen to you. You're leaving me. I get it. You want me to say 'Please, Sonic, don't go. I need you' but I'm not going to. Because you'll come back for three reasons. Want me to list them?"

"I don't care."

"Number one, because you don't know how to cook. Number two, because you need my chest fluff when you sleep. Number three, because you can't survive without me giving you money. And four, because you love me."

"I don't love you. I never have loved you. I'm only with you because you give me free stuff." Sonic said, crossing his arms, glaring at the hedgehog.

"Alright then." Shadow turned another page in his book. "If you're going to leave, then you can make your own food. Have fun."

"Wait! No! I didn't mean that!"

Shadow raised an eyebrow. "Then what did you mean?"

"That you're an evil hedgehog and I'm breaking up with you because you're not good enough for me." Sonic said, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'm so heartbroken." Shadow deadpanned.

"This isn't working! Why aren't you getting upset? Do you not care about me anymore? Is that it?"

"I care about you. I love you. I want you to stay and be happy."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"You can't fool me. I'm not falling for this."

"Sonic, I love you. I want you to be happy. And if being with me isn't making you happy, then I want you to go find someone else."

"Are you trying to guilt trip me or something? Because it's not going to work."

"I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. I'm just telling you how I feel." Shadow looked up at Sonic with a smirk. He knew what Sonic was doing. It was the equivalent of when a child skips their afternoon nap and throws a temper tantrum to get out of going to bed early. The hedgehog was exhausted. And he always got clingy and grumpy when he was tired. That was why Shadow had set the daily attention limit in the first place. And the only thing Sonic liked more than attention was sleep. But he never actually slept as much as he should. He was too busy running around everywhere, racing people who didn't even know they were in a race, talking to people who didn't even know he existed, and making sure he was in the public eye all the time. Sonic needed sleep and attention. Shadow knew the hedgehog would come back eventually.

"Don't look at me like that. I hate it when you do that." Sonic said, glaring at Shadow.

"Okay." Shadow looked down at his book again.

"You're not going to convince me to stay with those puppy dog eyes of yours."

Shadow didn't respond, turning another page in his book.

"Ugh, fine! I'll stay! You win. Happy?"

There we go. Shadow chuckled and set his book on the coffee table, motioning to his chest fluff. "Alright, come here."

"You're a jerk." Sonic said, flopping down onto the couch.

"And you're a drama queen." Shadow said, rolling his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me!" Sonic said, smacking Shadow on the arm. But he curled up in Shadow's lap anyway, resting his head on the ebony hedgehog's chest fur. "This doesn't mean I forgive you, by the way."

"Of course not. How dare I let you sleep?" Shadow said, wrapping his arms around Sonic.

"I'm not even tired, I wanna go to the park or something."

"The park?"

"Yes."

"Perhaps we can go after you get some sleep. You've barely rested at all this week."

"I don't need any more sleep."

"You do."

"I don't."

"Sonic, I'm not going to argue with you about this. Go to sleep."

"No. I want to go to the park."

Shadow sighed. "What do I have to do to get you to sleep?"

"I dunno, entertain me or something."

"How am I supposed to entertain you if I'm reading?"

"Just talk to me."

"About what?"

"I dunno, anything."

"Alright." Shadow paused for a moment before speaking again. "Yesterday, I ran into Amy. She was at the store. We talked for a bit. She said she hasn't seen you in a while. Apparently, you don't answer her texts or calls. She seems concerned about you."

"Ugh, I know." Sonic mumbled, nuzzling against Shadow's chest fur.

"She wanted me to tell you to call her."

"I will."

"You'll forget, but that's not important right now. After I had a small conversation with Amy, I went to get a gallon of milk, but the clerk didn't have any. So I went to the gas station instead. But they were out of milk too. So I went to the grocery store, and of course they had some. I also needed more coffee beans because I drank the last of it. So-"

"Did anything funny happen? You know, like someone getting stuck in an aisle or something?"

"No, nothing happened. I got the milk and coffee beans and came home. Why do you ask?"

"Because you're so boring. Tell me a story or something. A funny story. Not some boring story about you getting groceries. I've seen you get groceries a million times."

"Very well." Shadow gently stroked Sonic's quills as he thought about what he should say next. He couldn't remember any funny stories. Maybe he could tell the blue hedgehog the time that Omega had accidentally eaten a table instead of a chair. That had been amusing. "There was once a little blue hedgehog who was very popular. Everyone loved him. And everyone wanted to be his friend. But the little blue hedgehog was lonely because he never got to spend time with anyone. So one day, he decided to try and make himself more likable by doing nice things for people. He started by giving out free chili dogs. And that worked. The little blue hedgehog got lots of friends. He was very happy. But after a while, the little blue hedgehog started to realize that he wasn't making any real friends. So he decided to try something else. He decided to start playing pranks on people. He thought that if he made them laugh, they would like him. And he was right. But the little blue hedgehog soon discovered that the pranks weren't fun anymore. He didn't enjoy making people laugh. So he started doing other things to get people to like him. He tried giving them presents. He tried telling them jokes. He even tried asking people on dates. But none of it worked. The little blue hedgehog was starting to run out of ideas. So he decided to go back to giving people free chili dogs. He figured that maybe if he gave everyone enough chili dogs, they would eventually forgive him for being so annoying. But the little blue hedgehog had made a terrible mistake. Because by trying to make everyone happy, he had forgotten to make himself happy. And eventually, he realized that the only way to truly make himself happy was to be himself. And that's why the little blue hedgehog is always so hyper and annoying. Because he wants people to like him and pay attention to him. And even though he's a very nice person, he's also a little selfish."

Shadow tugged on Sonic's ear gently just to make sure he was paying attention. It was a habit he'd developed over time. He wanted to make sure Sonic was still listening to him. Shadow always read Sonic stories or talked about his day before they went to bed. If he didn't, then Sonic would just fall asleep without warning, and Shadow would have to carry him to their room. It had been annoying at first, but Shadow had learned to accept it as another one of Sonic's quirks.

"I know that story." Sonic mumbled, burying his face in Shadow's fur. "You tell me that story all the time."

"Well, it's true."

"It's not a very funny story."

"No, I suppose it isn't. But it is a true story."

"I'm the little blue hedgehog, right? Am I the little blue hedgehog?"

"Yes, you are."

"That's stupid." Sonic yawned and nuzzled against Shadow's chest. "Tell me another story."

Shadow sighed. "One story at a time. You need to get some rest, Sonic."

"Ah, come on. Hey, wanna do something together? Oh, wanna do it? Haha. That sounded sexual, didn't it? Hahaha."

"Sonic, stop."

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a prude."

"Sonic, you're exhausted. Go to sleep."

"But I'm not tired."

"If you continue to act like a child, I will have no choice but to send you to bed with no dinner. And no dessert."

"Oh my gosh! No dessert? You know I can't live without dessert!"

"Then behave and go to bed."

"Ugh, fine." Sonic said, wrapping his arms around Shadow's neck. "I'll go to bed. But only because I want to and not because you told me to. I don't like you bossing me around."

"Uh huh, I'm very much aware of that fact."

"You're ruining the moment."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you having a moment? I didn't notice."

"You're so rude. I hate you."

"Love you too, hedgehog." Shadow said, kissing the top of Sonic's head. He gently rubbed Sonic's back, in between the two spikes that jutted out. The spot was Sonic's favorite place to be rubbed. It was his secret spot that no one else knew about. Shadow was the only one who got to touch Sonic in that spot. And Shadow knew how much the hedgehog enjoyed it. Because when he rubbed it, Sonic would immediately start purring, his gentle vibrations tickling Shadow's fur. And sometimes, if he rubbed it long enough, Sonic would start to drift off to sleep. It was like a magic spot. Like rubbing someone's belly or giving them a scalp massage. Sonic would instantly relax whenever Shadow touched him there.

Sonic let out a quiet purr as he nuzzled into Shadow's chest again. He was probably falling asleep by now. If not, then at least he was close to it. That meant Shadow could go back to reading his book. Maybe he'd finally finish it today. Or maybe not. He didn't really care. All that mattered was that Sonic was happy and getting his daily attention quota. And if Shadow got to read his book while Sonic slept on top of him, then he was happy.

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