#beats making me so sad right now i love him dearly

[chiricat]

i love beat :(

[allophonicmess]

Too Sweet

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

Act 1

Remember that inspo I posed the other day? I coudn't let it go and decided to write a three part fic based on it.

Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool& Wolverine, descriptions of a panic attack, angst, implicaded age gap

word count 2k

No beta and English isn't my first language

there will be fluff later on but sadness first:

Too Sweet

Logan felt a great mix of emotions since he had followed that red-ass clown Wade into this universe. Most of it was anger, confusion, rage… But In that moment as he was sat on the black beat-up couch among Wade’s friends… He was overwhelmed.

Not by sensory overload, although that casserole that blind Al had made did stink up the place with garlic-

He was overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness, joy and companionship of the people around him. He hadn’t felt that way in ages if he ever did at all. He never felt that way with his team before everything happened.

He liked them, sure. But this company of weirdos shared a Kinmenship he never got to experience.

“Hey, Peanut! Are you angrily staring off into space to allow for good exposition?” Wade had plopped down on the couch right next to him. His jeans-clad thigh rubbed right up to his. At this point, Logan had given up on trying to keep him out of his personal space.

The older man frowned and stared at Wade next to him. His beer was getting warm but he didn’t feel like giving up his spot on the couch.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He huffed, taking another sip of his beer. But Wade just clicked his tongue, scooting even closer to Wolverine.

“Aww, you know what I mean! You are big and gruff and don’t talk that much… It’s kinda hard to capture you in writing you know. There are only so many words in the English language to describe your grunting and-“

“Are you done?” Logan sighed, finishing his drink. He was starting to regret coming with Wade. Getting drunk in some shit hole of a bar sounded better than listening to Wade's babbling.

“See! That’s what I mean. Sigh is nice, sure but it doesn’t quite capture the nature of those beautiful noses you make, big boy.” Wade petted Logan's thigh, which the older man quickly pulled away as he stood up abruptly.

“Jesus fucking- Can’t you annoy someone else? You got all of these muppets to talk to. Stop bothering me god damn it.” Logan placed the empty bottle down on the couch table. He scanned the room, looking for someone else that Wade could annoy to death. His eyes landed on the brunette… Vanessa… He knew that something had been going on between Wade and her. He never told him the details but from the pining look Wade gave her and the sad as fuck sighs he made, it was clear that the motherfucker wasn’t over her.

“Go and talk to the girl for god's sake. She might be the only one here to appreciate it.” He grinned at Wade, enjoying how his stupid grin faltered even for just a second. He leaned down on Wade's level, whispering to him in an overly joyous manner. “It might even get you laid.”

They stared at each other for a hot minute. Both men tying to provoke the other into action. But Logan was getting bored so he pushed “I might try if you don’t have the balls-“

“Fine!” It came out way too loud. Wade got up quickly trying to keep up his jolly attitude. “Fine, I will. But not because you said so.”

“Or threatened you.”

“You didn’t threaten me.”

“Sure, if you need to believe that” Logan got back onto the couch, now stretching out lazily across it. He closed his eyes, pretending to snooze.

There was no witty comeback, which surprised Logan. But it only came to show that Wade was serious for once.

Logan would never tell but he warmed up to Deadpool. He respected the man, despite his annoying and borderline brain-rotting bad humour. But he had principles. He cared for those around him, loved them dearly and would do anything to protect them. He did in fact. Logan spread out on his worn leather sofa is proof of it. He hated to admit it but Wade was the better man of the two. He didn’t let those he loves down, running away like the drunk asshole Logan is. Wade would have come to help her, would have-

The obnoxiously loud ringing of Wade’s apartment doorbell ripped Logan out of his self-deprecating talk. He blinked against the bright ceiling light and watched as Wade sighed softly. He had just started his conversation with Vanessa and it seemed to be quite a good talk from the looks of it. He seemed frustrated to be ripped away from it. Wade nodded softly, towards Vanessa, excusing himself but he was stopped by Colossus.

“No please Wade, I get it. You seem to be engaged in an interesting conversation.” The 7’5’’ metal man said, touching Wade by the shoulder to turn him back towards to woman. Logan huffed, he wasn’t the only one trying to get Wade laid.

The giant stomped towards the door, turning the doorknob that looked comically small in his silver hand to let the latecomer in.

“Hi! I’m so sorry for being late. I still had to finish some work. It’s the end of the semester, you know how it is.” A sweet voice called from outside.

Then two things happened at the same time. It was like a push and pull.

Ellie, Yukio, even that odd taxi driver… they all turned towards the door in excitement. Smiling and wooing at the woman that just entered the apartment with a cake carrier tucked under her arms.

Logan on the other hand? He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He sat there, staring as Colossus pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground before taking the container off her hands to allow the others to greet her. She was smiling, laughing at some joke Ellie had cracked at her.

She looked younger. Maybe she was, who knows how time worked in this universe. Or it was the lack of stress she had to face, no heartbreak, no constant rejection from a bastard that couldn’t see that the best thing was right in front of him.

“Ah, there you are! We were starting to miss you!” Wade pulled her into a tight hug. He seemed to be content. And the older man cursed himself for even caring about it.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, or so he hoped. Maybe she didn’t know him. It would be for the best.

“Yeah, I already told Piotr, I had to finish some lesson planning at the academy before the school year is over.” She replied as she greeted Vanessa and the rest of the group.

“Oh right. You are the only one that actually knows what she’s doing at that school.” Wade joked, earning a playful remark from Colossus.

So she also studied at a human university before starting at the school, Logan noted. He was still stuck on the couch, feeling unable to move as he kept staring at her.

“You know her?” The sudden comment coming from right next to him made Logan flinch.

“Whoa, relax man. I just noticed you staring at her for like 5 min straight. And you don’t seem too happy about her being here.” Ellie stood next to him, casually watching the scene just as he did.

“None of your fucking business.” Logan managed to spit out. While he did get startled, the interruption helped him to finally feel able to move again. And it happened just at the right moment. He needed to get the fuck out of there.

Ellie just huffed, watching Logan get up on shaky legs. It could just be from the constant level of alcohol in Logan’s blood, making his knees weak, or the age. But she suspected that there was more.

Yet Logan’s attempt at a quiet escape was hindered by Piotr, calling him to come to the kitchen to introduce the two.

“Come to kitchen! I want you to meet my good friend Y/N. She also works at the school. You will like her”, the man sounds proud. He should be.

Logan ignored him, pushing his way through the small crowd with shaky steps. Why was he sweating for god's sake?

“Logan!”

“No” He called, breathing was getting harder again.

“Logan!”

“I’m good! I’m-“ He finally reached the door, rattling the doorknob and cursing that his fucking fingers got shaky. Everything was too loud and too hot and too-

“Wade, it’s fine. He doesn’t have to.“ She tried to stop the two men next to her from calling the man over. He was clearly in distress and it hurt her to watch him fumble on his way out. There were only so many people that were scared of her outside the battlefield.

She had met “their” Logan, but only briefly at some anniversary event. They had simply mismatched their time at the school. He left shortly after Y/N started working and they hadn’t met much. She wondered what the other her must have done to him to cause such a reaction.

Finally. Fucking finally. The door opened and Logan simply burst into the hallway, rushing down the steps to feel the air rush back into his lungs. A fucking embarrassment. That is what he was. The Wolverine scared shitless by a woman that doesn’t even know him.

But the other one did and it killed her.

“Logan, what in the ever-loving- fuck was that?” Wade had run after him. He just couldn’t leave it alone, could he?

“Fuck off.” Logan breathed weakly. He felt tears prickling in his eyes and it made him hate himself just a little bit more.

“You just running off? Scared of a girl?” Wade kept pushing, following Logan as he walked down the familiar street towards his bar of choice. That being the cheapest and quietest he could find in the city.

“Scared you can’t get one off? I don’t wanna make predictions but man, I think she is into the dark brooding type” he kept pushing “ Or you know what? If I can’t get Vanessa laid I might try with her, I mean she is quite-“

That made Logan snap. Turning around and impaling Wade against the closest wall. Both sets of claws out and push into the other man's torso. He only groaned in return.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you fucking-“

“Okay, okay, whoa ow… man-“ Wade coughed, lifting his hands in surrender. “ I was only joking man. Unfair. Fuck. I am unarmed-urgh”

Logan retracted the claws letting Wade drop to the floor. He knew the man was joking, he should. But it was all too fucking much too soon. He wouldn’t let it happen again. And how to best prevent the inevitable heartbreak? Don’t even let her get close, to begin with. She didn’t deserve it. She never did in the first place and he would do anything in his power to stop it from happening to her.

“So, you are just leaving me hanging? It’s your party too, you know.” Wade got up, inspecting the bloody holes that stained his new shirt. He cursed softy.  “Damn, it was brand new. Ruining a perfectly good shirt for the exposition”

“Don’t wait for me,” Logan said, turning away from Deadpool. A cheap bottle of whisky was waiting for him to calm his nerves and forget about that fucking stunt. He won’t see her again, not even talk to her or talk about her. It’s for the best. She would agree if she knew,  Logan was sure of it.

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It's The Thought That Counts

The memories sit warm in his heart locked away from any prying eyes as his guitar softly strum a melody to a song which the name he can’t remember right now; hoping it’s tune would create a small compartment where he can keep these remembrances of you secure in his core where nobody could ever try and take from him. Fat tears roll in cascades down his ebony-colored skin, he laughed at his pathetic state, to think if you saw him like this: The Hobie Brown, The Earth-138 Spiderman, The anarchist little shit, bawling like a baby over you. 

“Just go see her.” 

“She hates me, Gwen.” 

“No, she doesn’t-” Gwen was cut off by a scoffing Hobie “Yes, yes she does.” 

Gwen presses her lips in a thin line as she stares at Hobie slumped on his couch, he looked so vulnerable, so sad, so broken. She smiles sadly for her friend, but the truth is that Gwen doesn’t know much about you. She knows a few things, like that you and Hobie were together for a year before he called it quits because he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire of his job. She knows that he loved you dearly. She knows that you guys were opposites, completely different, but opposites attract, right? But she still fails to understand why Hobie thinks you hate him. 

"Why do you say she hates you?" She mumbles, continuing to clean her drum set. He sighs as he sets his guitar down, 

"She doesn't know I'm Spiderman. But I still felt the urge to protect her, to keep her safe, away from danger. Away from me. So I made up a shitty excuse to break up with her and I just know she hates me for it." He groans looking away. Gwen stares at him with eyes as wide as saucers, she sighed softly after a few beats in silence, “What- What did you tell her?” Gwen asked, avoiding eye contact.  

“I told her that-” he tried but choked on a sob. He tried again, “I told her that..” and he choked again, he faced away from Gwen, he exhaled, now he truly did look pathetic. “I jus-” he licks his lips and the doorbell rings. “fuck, seriously?” he whispers exasperated as he wiped away the tears brimming his brown eyes. As he stands his eyes wander almost too quickly to your potted plant by the corner of the room, it’s dying, that’s for sure. Its pointy tips darkening, turning a brown color as the stem starts softening, no longer able to hold the plant's various leaves and sagging. He doesn't look at it too long because he’s afraid the small Peperomia may bring back the tears he is trying so hard to keep at bay. 

Two knocks at the door this time. “Fuck- yeah, ‘m comin, ‘m comin.” rolling his eyes he makes a beeline towards the door, grabbing the door handle and pulling softly and he’s met with a pair of E/C eyes, the eyes he’s loved and adored for months and months staring back his own, they’re glossy and red, ‘she must have been crying’ he thinks to himself and without thinking his hands land on her face, stroking her red cheeks and wiping the tears away. He takes a shy step forward, craning his head so he could kiss her eyes. First he kisses her left eye then her right eye, taking a step back from her face just so he could see her properly. She opens her eyes and sniffles, tears brimming her eyes again. “Don’ cry, luv… I hate seein’ you cry…” he whispers as he brings the pads of his thumbs to softly brush her newfound tears away. “Hobie…” she murmurs. “Hm?” he responds, afraid that if he talks his voice may waver and his lip’ll start trembling. “I miss you so much..” you whisper in such a small voice that he almost didn't catch it. “I miss you too, ‘ittle bug.” he smiles nervously awaiting your response, “I need you.. can’t live without you, Bee…” 

“Can’t live without you either, luv…” he murmured, 

 “I wanna be yours again, Bee..”

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The Shadowsinger’s lover-5 —ACOTAR AU

Part five | warnings: angst, ptsd, Rhys being a bit of an ass | Azriel x Rhys!sister

Summary; Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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Selene’s POV

“You know, you’ll catch a cold if you keep standing out here,” Rhys said, his voice barely audible above the snowstorm whirring around them, it was the middle of winter and it was fucking. Cold.

“Ah, quite the contrary, brother, everyone knows an Illyrian doesn’t catch a cold, we are too strong for such things.” She responded—if she could even count as an Illyrian anymore,—a sad smile on her face, she could almost feel her wings, her lovely midnight black wings shimmering in the moonlight, sometimes she’d forget they were gone. She could still feel their weight. The faint sounds of them moving in the wind, in a different universe she would be flying right now, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue as she soared through the air, she missed her wings so dearly. The worst part was. That there was no one to blame for it but herself, it was her fault her mother was lying in a six-foot hole in snow-covered ground, Selene’s eyes crinkled as she fought off the tears.

Her brother came up behind her and pulled her to him, his chest against her back while he rested his cheek on her head, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, that I didn’t make it in time.” He whispered. she felt his tears as they dropped, “it wasn’t your fault, it was mine, don’t beat yourself up about it”

“It wasn’t your fault, it could have happened at any moment, it was a planned attack…you were young, there was nothing you could’ve done,” he said truthfully, looking up at the sky.

“I could have fought them off harder, I could’ve done…something…” tears started falling down her face like rivers, the wind making them ice cold. “You need to let this go.”

She turned to her brother and looked him in the eyes—while Rhysand’s eyes reflected the stars, hers reflected the galaxy, the purple mixed with the richest gold—her mother used to joke that if eyes were worth something she would be the richest female alive—“it’s been four hundred-something years, Sel…”

She pulled away from him, “you don’t know what it was like, Rhys, you didn’t lose your wings, you didn’t see our mother get practically tortured and violated, you didn’t get held down while you watched our mother scream for mercy and relief from the pain they gave her. ” She growled. “You didn’t hear her get insulted and defiled,”

“That’s not what I meant, Selene, and you know it,” he said, “I was merely saying that it has been a long time and it is over now, you need to move on… this isn’t healthy.” He didn’t get it and he never would. she could show him all of it over and over again but he still wouldn’t get it, this was the real reason she hadn’t come back sooner, she hadn’t dared tell her mate that, because she knew he would somehow repeat it—if he meant to or not—

“I can’t—I can’t deal with this right now, I can’t deal with you right now, I need to leave, I need to get out of this city, it’s suffocating me.” Her tears fell faster now. Her eyes turning puffy and her face turning red, any other time she would be embarrassed but red clouded her vision too much to care.

“Sel, wait, I didn’t mean it, please stay!” Rhysand pleaded but it was too late, she stormed back inside and locked the door, giving her a few more minutes before he came for her, she barged into her room. Barely caring that Azriel was at the desk. He jumped out of his chair and tried stopping her but she didn’t care, she needed to get out of this place—even if it was only for a few days, “love. Please. Tell me what’s wrong—tell me what’s happening? Do I need to kill someone?” He asked but she only looked him in the eyes and whispered, “I’m leaving, I can’t deal with this right now, come with me or don’t, I just need to get away from him…I need to get away from this place.”

He wore a worried look but helped her pack before grabbing Truth teller and following her to the terrace where he tucked her into his side and beat his wings until they were high in the sky, he may not agree with her plans for running away but Azriel would be damned if he let her go alone.

The End.

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Chapter: 1

2 - A Little Trip

"Who. The hell. Do you think you are?" An elegant, dark haired figure demanded, slamming open the door to your room.

He wore a stark white suit with long, shiny, leather boots and gloves. Many badges and jewels were pinned to his chest. They glistened under the moonlight. A flowing black cape dragged behind him as he took each thundering steps towards you.

His head was no longer held high and proud as it normally was. He was tense and clenched his fist, his jaw set tight.

His attitude was a large contrast compared to just moments ago when he was busy dancing in the ballroom. When he was blissfully unaware of your previous late night endeavors. Of your plans for tonight.

How he found out now, you didn't know. But it made your heart beat faster as panic began to settle in.

The only way he could have found out was through your doctor, though you had pleaded repeatedly that he didn't say anything about it to anyone.

And your doctor had never said a word about anything going on with you (despite who it was) before now.

He was trustworthy.

This man must have done something horrible to make him pour it out.

Or sent someone to spy on you.

You were regretting not leaving sooner.

"I'm . . . I am simply Y/N, you know that, Rias."

Rias let out a short laugh. "Ah, another of those wisecracks I love so dearly about you, Y/N. You're always so fucking smart about everything, aren't you?"

He stopped once he was in front of you and pulled you towards him. 

He held your waist up against him with one hand while he squished your cheeks with the other. His grip was tight, enough to keep you from pulling away. It hurt and just got worse the more you squirmed.

"I'll tell you who you really are, okay, honey." He pressed a kiss onto your lips that he forced into a pucker. "You."

Kiss 

"Are."

Kiss 

"My."

Kiss 

"Wife."

Kiss

"You do remember that, right? Cause I could never forget the day we were wed. How gorgeous you looked in that white dress, the happy smile on your face when we said 'I do.' I remember being so thrilled when I found out it was you I'd have to be marrying when I was a boy, and then finally getting to do it, finally being able to declare you as my own, I can't even put how great that felt into words. God, I love you so much Y/N. You're perfect for me, as I am for you . . . But you don't believe that, do you?"

You swallowed thickly. "Rias . . . I need to get ready for my leave tomorrow."

Wham!

Your cheek was met with the back of the man's gloved hand. It stung. 

"Tell me, honey. When were you planning to tell me you were with child."

You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth a few times trying to feel if your jaw had been knocked out of place. It hadn't. Just hurt a damn lot.

"Seeing how this is your reaction, why would I tell you?"

Rias laughed again, but it was eerily quiet. "If the bastard was mine, I wouldn't have to react this way, would I?"

You spoke quietly. "Just kick me out right now, then. Before anything is obvious. Your family name would be ruined if word got out."

"Our family name, Y/N," he stroked your bruised cheek tenderly. "I'm not happy about this, but I think I can forgive you one day. It sucks that I love you so much. Let's just act like this is our child; no one but you, me, and your doctor has to know the truth."

You squinted your eyes at him. "You're willing to keep it as your own?"

Rias smiled sweetly. "Of course. They may not be mine but they are still a part of you. I'll treat that part nicely. But just to keep people from finding out, we'll need to do something about the donor. So tell me, sweetheart, who was it?"

"Mom," Your son's voice broke you from your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I'm bored."

You watched him for a moment. He was laying on the floor in the hall, swinging his feet around randomly. A pout was set on his face.

"I am going to die of boredom. Really. You don't believe me but wait too long and I will. And you will be so sad about it and say 'why didn't I make him not bored when I had the chance?'"

You chuckled. "Oh really now. I didn't know you could do that. Let me watch you then and see how it happens."

"Mooom! No! You're supposed to make me not bored, not watch."

"Hmm. Why not go dig up some weeds then."

Lucas rolled onto his stomach and glared at you. "I don't want to do that. That's boringer. Can we go back home already?"

"I told you, sweetie, we can't go back there."

"But I don't wanna be here anymore. There's nothing to do. There's no people here. And Dad hasn't come back yet and it's been forever already."

You frowned. It had been four days since Malleus had showed up and Lucas hadn't stopped calling him 'Dad' since.

"Lucas, that man you saw was not your dad. And if you see him again stay away from him, you hear me?"

He blew a raspberry at you.

"Lucas. I am not joking with you."

". . . Ugh. Sor~ry."

You sighed. He had an attitude about it, but at least he apologized. You hoped he understood and actually listened.

You picked up the bag whose contents were now emptied in the cupboards. By now, you were almost completely out of food and needed to get more. You weren't too skilled at hunting and there wasn't much you could pick off the shrubs nearby, so you needed to take a trip to the Valley of Thorns.

You should have gone sooner, but you were honestly terrified of what would happen to you there. If you waited any longer though, you and Lucas wouldn't last long. 

So you steeled yourself for the journey and stood up.

"Put on your shoes, let's go for a walk."

***

The mood was dour in the Valley. 

The sky was dense with dark, thundering clouds, the people walking around on the cobbled streets shuffled along slowly and chattered quietly to each other, jumbled bushes of jagged thorns grew carelessly along the walls of the gothic style buildings, and tall, stone faced soldiers stood at every other corner.

No one seemed especially happy to be here.

Other than Lucas.

He was bouncing with excitement, pointing and smiling at each person who had a unique feature to them, like shimmering wings sprouting from their backs or large fangs that protruded from their mouths to name a few.

He kept trying to run up to all the interesting new people, all of which you figured were different types of fae, and you had to do your best to keep a firm grip on his hand.

If he wandered off and got lost here, you doubted the soldiers who found him would be kind. You couldn't let him get out of your sight.

"Lucas, shhh. You don't know these people, you have to be careful around them." You whispered leaning towards his ear.

"But Mom they all look so nice, they won't hurt me. Look, that one is smiling at me. Hi!"

Lucas waved happily towards the person he implied.

It was a tall, slender woman with scaly, pale skin, slitted, amber eyes, and long, light brown hair. She was indeed smiling at him. With a long forked tongue hanging from her mouth between two, pearly white fangs.

You tensed, not liking the look she was giving Lucas.

You nudged him in front of you. "Look I think that's a market up ahead. I'll get what we need and you can get one candy from there, okay? Just stay close to me."

"Okay!"

Not wanting to be here much longer than necessary, you moved quickly. Anything that looked unfamiliar you made sure not to grab but you actually found lots of food that you did know the names to.

The trip was going smoothly. Now you needed to to go to the front counter and hope you could pay with your money. If you couldn't, you could then try to barter the jewelry you wore hidden under your coat.

The . . . being . . . checking you out was short and stout and had large tusks protruding from their lips. They had black hair neatly tied back in a bun. Their bushy brows were curled down, over a pair of blue, feminine looking eyes, making them look angry.

You hoped you didn't make them snap at you.

"Excuse me uh . . . ." You couldn't tell if the person in front of you was a girl or a man so you didn't know how to address them. "Excuse me. Do you happen to accept this as payment?"

They snorted and snatched up the money you slid across the counter. They held it up to the light, squinting as they examined it.

After a second, they looked back and forth between you and the money. 

"This is from Rourinville." They announced in a deep, guttural voice. 

"Yes it is. Is there a problem with it?"

They took care of the change and began packing everything in your bag.

Thank goodness.

"You're a long way from home, girl. What are you doing all the way over here in Briar Valley?"

"'Briar Valley?' Isn't this the Valley of Thorns?"

They let out a squealing type of laugh. "That's just what everyone outside of here calls it. It's actual name is Briar Valley. It's not as horrible as everyone makes it out to be, so get those ideas out of your head. But one small slip up and you may find yourself in a dire situation."

"Yeah . . . Thanks."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes. Thank yo-"

"GET OUT OF THE STREET, SMALL CHILD!"

You whipped your head in the direction of the shout and your face paled when you saw what was going on.

Lucas had run off while you weren't paying attention and was now in the path of a large buggy bounding towards him. He was in a daze, just staring at it unmoving.

"LUCAS!"

Forgetting about your things, you sprinted as fast as you could towards him, hoping and praying with all your might that you'd get to him on time.

Before you could, a man jumped and tackled Lucas out of the way just in time as the buggy barreled past the spot your son once stood.

You slid onto your knees next to them and pulled Lucas into your arms. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your voice shook as you spoke.

"Lucas, oh God, are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh, my baby! Lucas you have to stop running off like that! If this man hadn't saved you, do you know what could have happened to you right now?"

"I-I'm okay, mom."

"Oh, Lucas you-"

"Are you this child's mother, Miss?" The man who saved Lucas shouted.

You looked up at him. 

He wore the same black and green outfit with purple accents that you saw the soldiers on the streets wearing. He had hair that was short, slicked back, and pastel green, green/yellow eyes that looked down on you in what seemed like disapproval, and light skin.

You nodded. "Yes. I cannot thank you enough, sir. Please te-"

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself! If you had been by his side watching him, this wouldn't have happened! Do you know how often something like this happens? Never, because other people actually take care of their kin! If you can't even do the simple task of keeping your son safe then you shouldn't even be a-"

"Sebek, that's enough." A slow, calm voice interrupted. "She saw her kid in danger just now, she's must be shaken up."

This new person wore the same outfit as the 'Sebek' guy. He had medium length silver hair, unique light blue/purple eyes that were half lidded making him appear tired, and fair skin. 

"Are you both okay?"

"Mhmm. Lucas?" You asked.

Your son was looking up at Sebek in stunned amazement, his mouth agape. "Uh huh. Thank you, sir . . . ."

Sebek 'humphed' and folded his arms across his chest. "You better stick to your mother from now on, kid! It does you no good to go giving her a heart attack! Both of you need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings, got it?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry. It won't happen again. Thank you, so much. Is there anything I can do for you as thanks for saving him?"

Both men held out their hands to you, helping each of you up.

"Just go home already, we're doing something for Waka-sama and you've put us behind schedule. Get out of here." Sebek turned on his heel and strode off.

The silver haired man sighed before walking after him. "Forgive him, he means well. Do be more careful next time."

You and Lucas stared at the duo as the walked away, until they were out of sight.

"The green one's so cool . . . ." Lucas began to smile and took hold of your hand.

". . . Yeah. C'mon, let's grab our stuff and head home."

"In Ruins" Masterlist

[skitskatdacat63]

As per usual you’re taste in classical is 🔥. Not good at putting it to words but the symphony felt vibrant and I enjoyed listening to it all come together. Favourite piece had to be ‘Adagio – Largo – Moderato risoluto – Largo – Adagio’ made me jealous that I couldn’t witness it live 😔.

— Penalanon (also seeing the side by side with the conductor on yt , I can see the resemblance lol)

Hehe you don't know much it means to me everytime you tell me you've listened to my reccs!!! <3 Also omg, I would literally die if I ever got to see this one live. I's my absolute favorite right now!! I think though, thankfully, I'll get to hear one of his other symphonies, the 5th, which is also pretty great! He really does look so much like Shostakovich, doesn't he??? So funny.

I love the whole piece dearly, but my favorite is definitely the first movement, because the way it ramps up is so adrenaline filled and makes me feel so much palpable emotion. Also the context behind it, which was what the book I was reading was about(Symphony of the City of the Dead by M.T. Anderson, which I highly recommend!!) It's just crazy to think he was writing the first two movements while the Siege of Leningrad was actively getting worse and worse(thus why it's referred to as "Leningrad.") I think he even marked the original score every time he had to go into the bomb shelter, which is so insane. Knowing that context, the whole first movement makes my heart drop and I can just FEEL the tension he probably did writing this. That repeated melody, which is basically Shostakovich's version of Ravel's Bolero, in the beginning is referred to as the "Invasion Theme," so it's really so easy to picture the approaching of the army, getting more and more tense until it comes to a fever pitch(though you can also interpret this piece as being about fascism/authoritatianism in general, i.e. Stalin and The Great Purge OR Hitler and Operation Barbossa.)

AGHHHH god, and thinking about how when he finally finished it, the city of Leningrad itself(which he thankfully managed to evacuate from before it got too bad) was desperate to play it, even though everyone was dying from starvation. They were collecting literally anyone who could play an instrument to be able to play it, even though it required a huge orchestra and was long as hell. I want to cry just thinking about that premiere, how everyone was so grateful to finally feel human and creative again in some tangible way through music(lol so you can see why I'm so enthralled with this piece.) And the fact they even played it over loudspeakers as a sign of resistance to the Germans !!!! It's a very emotional piece to think about, and I start tearing up every time I listen to it, thinking about all of this. Every bit is packed with emotion so it's hard to even express what parts I like specifically, cause I love all of it! Though here's a fun fact, they almost lost this piece!! Shostakovich and his family were evacuated further East from Moscow, and in the confusion, they lost the score he had composed so far(I think the first two movements), but managed to find it on the train, miraculously unscathed. It stresses me out to even think about.

Also since I've got you here, here are some more reccs >:)

Jazz Suite No. 1 & No. 2 - Shostakovich

These are so whimsical and fun! But they also kinda make me sad when I remember this is the kind of fun music he liked to compose before the government practically beat all the fun and whimsy out of him. But, still, the duality of man, I guess?

Piano Concerto No. 2 - Shostakovich

Spotify link this time, sorry lmao. I wanted to share this recording specifically because there's a lot of signifigance in it. The fact that it's his compositon, which his son is conducting and who it was written for in the first place, and his grandson is the one playing the piano!!! The second movement is especially so good omg

Scherezade - Rimsky-Korsakov

Soooooo incredibly cinematic for its time!!

Symphony No. 3 "Organ Symphony" - Saint-Saëns

I saw this one in concert the other day, so I should link it lol. I'm so happy when the organ gets used, there's nothing like it, it's so loud!!

La valse - Ravel

Ma mère l’Oye - Ravel

I've been listening to Ravel the past few days, and wow, his music is so magical so I thought I should link some!!

Dies Irae - Verdi

Piece I am going to tomorrow !! Requiems are so cool, you should also listen to Mozart's, but I'm sure you're familar with some of it. This kind of chorael singing rips at something deep in me

Japanese Suite - Holst

*adding this late so I hope you see it! Literally randomly heard this rn and I had no idea it existed. It's crazy how good Holst is at giving the vibe of something. This was composed while he was working on the Planets, so it still has a space vibe but also reminds me SOOOOOOO MUCH of Inazuma's soundtrack, it's insane. I know it's probably because they're both based on traditional Japanese music, but still, wow. Holst truly is the creator of the modern soundtrack imo.

[ruggiethethuggie]

Happy Birthday, Rugbert ~

WC: 1450 a/n: Hello, I am here to scream happy birthday to my best boy. I love him dearly. I am spending money on him today. Because baby girl deserves to be spoiled on his birthday ♥

You looked at the clock, seeing it was almost time for Ruggie to come home. Even on his birthday, he still worked, never taking the day off for himself. “The grind never stops, not even for lil ole me,” he would always say to you. You took the afternoon off to sneak into his apartment, using the key he had given you of course, and surprise him once he was home from work. 

The both of you enjoyed being playful, always playing pranks on one another and cracking jokes together. Unfortunately for you though, your boyfriend was way better at pulling pranks than you were. But not tonight. Tonight, you were going to be the mastermind behind this. You would finally get him, just like he's always gotten you. Of course, you would shower him with affection and love afterwards to let him know that he is your one and only and that you adore him.

You had thought about it a lot, the type of prank to best play on him and how to get him. You figured out the best way to get him would be when he is caught off guard, he’s too sly to fall for something if you come at him headfirst. You knew just the right time to play your silly little prank, too. Ruggie was the kind of guy to come home from work and try to relax in his bed for a little bit, decompressing from his long day and winding That was when you would make your move, when he would least expect it. You decided that you would hide in his closet, being sneaky and waiting for your prey to return home.

Earlier that day, you had swung by his grandma’s on your way and ended up with a delightful treat to give him. Grandma Bucchi was so sad that he worked all day and that she wasn’t able to see him, but greatly appreciated you stopping by to see her. She sent you on your way to his apartment with a bag of homemade donuts for him. You’d scare him and then throw the bag in his face as an apology. Yeah, that’s a sweet plan. There’s no way he would stay upset at you or down with donuts in his hands.

You waited in his closet, the shutter doors shut tightly to not look obvious. The minutes were slowly ticking away it felt like. After what felt like an eternity, you could hear his keys shuffle in the door. Your eyes widened as your heart skipped a beat with anticipation as you heard his footsteps approach his bedroom. The door creaked open; his jacket was tossed on the dresser as he plopped down on his bed . get settled in before you pounce. You continued to wait patiently. This would be the one time you finally got him, you wanted it to be perfect.

You peaked through the door shutters, seeing him lying on the bed. He had one hand behind his head and the other was holding his phone as he aimlessly scrolled. You decided you would text him to try and get a feel for what he was doing, another way to distract his mind before you jumped out.

[Y/N] heyy birthday boy ! are you finally home yet?

You sent the text and peered through the small cracks again. He smiled and sat up on his bed as he read your text. Even without you there with him you still made him happy, and it showed in this moment. His expression was cheeky as he typed his reply, snickering as he put his phone down. You looked down to see your phonescreen light up.

[Rug♥] thank you baby, i just got home. Are you coming over? It is my birthday after all (;

You gave him a blank stare through the closet door, hoping he couldn’t feel your intense eye roll you just did at him. You tried to think of something, a lie of some sort, that you could tell him so he wouldn’t be questioning where you were. I mean, as his partner it does make sense for you to come over on his birthday, even if it’s just for dinner together.

[Y/N] yepp :P i am about to head out now, so i should be there soon

[Rug♥] alrighty :) see you then

You barely hit send before Ruggie was already responding to your text. You peaked again through the door cracks. He sighed as he tossed his pillow over his face. This was it. He’s all relaxed and unprepared. This was the perfect time. The perfect opportunity, your perfect-

“BOO!~” 

The closet door flung open, making you jump and squeal in terror. You huffed as you watched your boyfriend stand there in the doorway, laughing hysterically, tears forming in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny, Rug, I almost peed myself.” Ruggie stopped laughing and cocked his head to the side. “Oh, I’m soooo sorry for scaring you. Isn't that what'cha were trying to do to me?” he teased playfully. You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. “Hmph, no. Of course not. Why would I even do that?” you said grumbly.

Ruggie just stared back at you, giving you an “are you kidding me right now” look. He didn’t say anything, he just stared, waiting for you to try and explain yourself out of this one. You sat for a moment thinking to yourself, how could you even explain why you’re in his closet if not to scare him? It wouldn’t matter, he would see right through your explanation anyway. “How’d you even know I was in here?” you asked as you stepped out of the closet, the donuts in your hands behind you.

“Well, for starters, I have a fantastic sense of smell,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Did you really think you’re going to hide from me when you have donuts with you?” he teased as he grabbed the donuts out of your hands. “These are Gram’s, I know it." He blissfully smelled the bag. "She would only give these to me, but she likes you. You’re the only other person she would hand ‘em off to.”

You stamped your foot on the ground, to which he chuckled at. “This was supposed to be the one time that I finally got you, and you still got me somehow. Grrrrr,” you playfully growled. “Woah there, tough guy, calm down. You’ll get me next time,” he said as he pulled you in for a hug. “C’mon, I’ll share my donuts with ya. How’s that sound?” he said as he jiggled the bag in front of your face. You rolled your eyes as you both sat on the bed and began to share the donuts. It really was hard to stay upset or down when you had donuts in your hands.

“Thanks for coming over for my birthday, this is one of my favorites 'cause I got to spend it with you,” Ruggie hummed as he had his arm wrapped around you. You cuddled up to him and dreamily sighed. “You’re welcome, happy birthday, Rugbert.” Ruggie groaned at you calling him Rugbert. Oh how he regretted his grandma telling you that she calls him that. “Hey, Rug?” you said curiously. “Hmm” he said, turning to look at you. “Was it really the donuts that gave away my hiding spot?”

He snickered at your question and then rolled back onto his back. “No, it wasn’t,” he sighed through a smile. “Oh? Then how?” You wanted to know how he knew. What could you do differently next time so he wouldn’t get you before you got him. He just gently pointed at your chest and smiled at you. “Your heartbeat, I can pick that out in a room full of a million people. I could hear it before I even walked through my front door.” You sat there, astounded by his response. He could pick your heartbeat out of a room full of people? And he said a million people? Even just thinking about it made your blood rise and stomach do cartwheels in the best way possible.

“C’mere,” he chuckled as he pulled you on top of his chest and into his arms. You relished in his arms, contently sighing. “Y’know, I can hear it when it speeds up too,” he whispered. Your eyes grew wide at his words, making you feel a little embarrassed. There was no hope for you. You were forever destined to be the one getting got. “Maybe… I’ll let you get me on your birthday.... Maybe~,” he laughed. "Yeah... maybe we can go to Wendy's house then," you said quietly. "Wendy's?" Ruggie asked puzzled. "Wendy's nuts," you said as you obnoxiously laughed, your boyfriend letting out another groan. You got him, though.

happy birthday you sweet baby man. i love you to the moon and back. thank you for making me want to play twisted wonderland. you are the only reason i am here. i wish i could give you the sun, stars, and moon. (all of you back up i will bite) haha /hj

[dynamic-k]

I just saw 'The Dark Lord' in a fic that wasn't even about ava/avm.

I SWEAR I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HYPERFIXATED ON A FANDOM-

anyway i need to actually ask a question now.

Okay, I'm fairly sure that the Government is one of the antagonists of Arc 2.

sooo... What is the Government's intentions? Why were the two people watching the clip of Second's powers? The Government is an organisation -I think-, so who is allowed to know their plans? What are their plans?

Are they targeting Vic, Second, Chosen, or Dark? OR Kaori or ALan?

wait i just reread and I think it says Second is the primary focus.

Also it says:

'I'd always assumed the main objective with collecting all these powered individuals was so we could make some, I don't know, supreme ultra powerful stick or an ultimate individual source of energy.'

AYO? WHY ARE THEY REFERRING TO THE 'powered individuals' LIKE POKEMON CARDS?!? why did i say that iv never even played pokemon

'Collecting'?

Oh yeah why does Vic Chosen Dark and Second even have powers in the first place? Same with like- the villains.

Nearly all the heroes and villains have powers, so I'm excited to see Color Gang as heroes without powers, just tech.

I've always liked seeing people without powers and just technology and/or their talents beating people who just rely on their powers.

I'm not sure why. I think that's why I like Agent so much more than the others.

Thanks for listening to me ramble and Have a great day!!

-R

also for the crossover ramble- i dont actually have any ideas and my brain is just drawing a blank. A blank, empty, sad, depressing, endless void.

[aha not me referring to a story that i made xd]

I TOO DO EXACTLY THAT-

Literally in any other media where there is a Dark Lord- I just think of a certain hollowheaded red boi, with no regard to the color scheme of this other fandom Dark Lord- XD

I also have never been this hyperfixated on a fandom- XD My favorite fandom ever in ever. You and I are best friends now. XD

O v O Well well well~ Somebody is poking around for info on the Government within Super Sticks~ Whatever shall I do-

They are an organization, yes. They rule a lot of areas, but are not all-powerful or in a position of full-on tyranny.

There are places that are private property, owned by a single stick or perhaps two sticks, and leased or available for public usage, that the Government cannot do much about. There are also small organizations of some groups of sticks, that built up their businesses to help improve the city. The properties they own and let the public around also is unable to be touched or interfered with via Government hands.

One of those such places, is the police station that Vic is currently imprisoned inside. Government cannot touch him there, even though they are very well aware that Vic has powers. They were quite put off and frustrated when Vic made arrangements for both himself and Primal to go to that specific prison~

[The non-Government station itself and the guards/officers thereof actually don't know Vic has powers right now. This fact comes into play later, for a future scene I have already written~]

They are... targetting a LOT of sticks, actually- XD They even have code names for some of the higher priority sticks, as seen when "Target Amnesia" was mentioned.

Second is the highest priority thoouugghhhh~ I wwoooOoonnndeeerr whhhhhyyyyyY~ >:D

Every currently imprisoned stick in the Government right now: ...Yeah, I guess we're Pokemon cards now- It's accurate-

XD I love Pokemon, although I've only seen Indigo League. I wouldn't say I'm necessarily into the fandom either, but from what I have seen of the show I have loved dearly.

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| Oh yeah why does Vic Chosen Dark and Second even have powers in the first place? Same with like- the villains. |

....

[*looks at canonically powerless Alan*]

[*side eyes Kaori*]

I have absolutely no idea. I don't believe I have the faintest notion what you're insinuating. [*nervous sweating*]

Now- Anyone with abilities, obviously it's genetics where the ability came from.

Hence, Rum: the mother of Vodka and Whiskey, shares a similar power. Jade has a different power, but he is Rum's husband so he's family though not by blood. And the Alcoholic Twins ended up inheriting their Mom's powers rather than their Dad's, so nobody except me at the moment knows what Jade can do, ehehehehhee

The title of Pretzel might have something to do with it, but that is ALLLLLLLL I will be saying on that front- /total-lie, I-can't-keep-my-mouth-shut, /silly

Color Gang is absolutely going to be epic with their non-powers, I will say this much. I AM VERY EXCITED TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE WHAT THEY'LL BE ABLE TO DO, but I gotta break it to the readers slowly over the course of the four building the upgrades-

I do got the specifics all figured out, thoughhh~~ Not the names, yet- But the upgrades for each quadruplet, I have that down and ready to implement into the plot at will.

Canon!Agent is so cool, yes- I think he may be my favorite as well! [although I LOVE HAZARD so much too...] And! That is one of the big reasons why, as he doesn't even have any abilities, he uses a tech weapon. On a similar note, Mono of Super Sticks is much the same way, and on an even greater note because leg injury~ :D

It's funny you should mention reliance on one's powers, as I have a bit of a motto/theme built up in relation to that. In Spark AU. :3 Do with that information what thou will...

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It's fine: I have plenty of crossover-related ideas for the both of us!! LIKE- THE NAME-

My sister, Trixie, suggested something to do with Kindle/Kindling. Because that sparks a fire and also is usually tiny sticks. XD

She's a straight-up genius- XD

[i will no-hesitation read anything you write- gimme-] /silly /but-also-serious

[anjelicawrites]

Hi, I know this is very specific, but I wonder what Osferth’s reaction would have been when he saw reader after coming back from that hike when he found out she was interested in Aemond.

He had needed the week long hike to clear his mind: the pain he had felt when you had confessed you interest in Aemond, the betrayal and the feeling of inadequacy that stabbed him, when he had compared himself to the other man, all forced him out of your shared home, the bare necessary to survive in the wild and his bike the only things he had needed.

When he arrives is late. He is not sure you're even home, all the lights are off; what if you are at Aemond's? What of his plan?

The dogs jump him the moment he opens the door, they've missed him dearly; the cats soon follow, Pumpkin rubbing herself against his ankles, Santanico staring at him with contempt from the top of the bookcase.

"Osferth?"

He jumps out of his skin, barefoot as you are he hasn't heard you.

His heart hurts when he sees your face, the dark circles around your eyes, the way your hands shake and the stink of cigarettes tell him you haven't fared any better than he did.

"Osferth. Are you OK?"

Does he feel OK? He's not sure. His heart still hurts, but his head is clear: he's going to fight for you, for the two of you together. For the future you've been planning, before Aemond stumbled into your lives.

"We're going to his place, now!"

He doesn't realize how forceful his voice has been, until you step back, scared and Santanico hisses in the distance: for the first time in your relationship, you're afraid he might hurt you, that he might raise his hand in anger. Your heart will never recover from that.

He sees it in your eyes, in the way you subtly change your stance the way he's taught you: it sobers him up immediately. He hasn't seen himself in a mirror for a week but he feels the grime on his skin and knows how he's reduced his clothes: he probably looks deranged, like a maniac, his voice rough from not having used it for so long. He would never hurt you though, no matter what he looks like now: you could shred his heart, beat him every day, yet he would never reiterate, he would never, ever, harm you.

He just wants to make things right. Make Aemond understand that he has no place in your lives. Osferth knows you are special, one of a kind, but he's met you first, Aemond should accept that God had matched Osferth with you for a reason and God will make Aemond find his soulmate, but Aemond has to back off.

Osferth clears his voice

"I need to talk to him, my love, now" "Osferth please" you beg, your voice cracking with sadness and worry "I'm not going to do anything stupid. I swear." He answers, crossing himself and kissing the small cross he wears. "He needs to understand, though. Please, let me explain myself and then we can go on with our lives."

He looks tired, and sincere. You can detect no hate in his brilliant blue eyes, no malicious motives there, just the same sadness you can see in your reflection, when you manage to do so, without wanting to throw up.

He is right, you know he is. This thing needs to reach its conclusion, you three can no longer dance around the issue. And you have to make a decision, for your sake, and theirs.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine​, @fan-goddess, @aegonx

[qwurtsy]

| Letters |

Five Hargreeves x Power! OC

Contains : Five being an utter sweetheart

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Five Hargreeves had always been the ‘loner’ type. Friends weren’t really his thing. But that was according to his siblings.

Unbeknownst to them, he had one friend. Just the one. They would send letters to one another everyday, finding out anything and everything about each-other. She was the one he would confide in, tell absolutely everything. She was the one person he trusted outside of the umbrella academy.

Estelle Pandora. Name just as beautiful as her, though he would never admit that.

She was the epitome of perfection. Her hair was long, a deep brown with small streaks of chestnut and black. Her eyes. Oh how he loved her eyes. Though, again, he would never admit that. They were a bright purple, looking almost as regal as her. Her skin was a gorgeous tan, it glowed when the sun hit it, but he only got to see her from a distance.

He regretted it deeply, but they never talked in person. Their letters were the only thing connecting them to one another.

Estelle Pandora wasn’t the most friendliest of people. She never liked making friends. Five Hargreeves was the only exception to her ‘no friends’ rule. She thought highly of him, and he did her.

She thought he was amazing. Pure admiration is what she had for the uniform-clad boy. Though they were only 16, she knew he was wiser beyond his years. The way he formed sentences made her head spin, but she came back with the same amount of intelligence. It stunned Five every time.

Together their intelligence was unmatched.

But, then came the day when Five left and Estelle was left alone.

Sitting in her living room, the news came up and that’s when she found out that Five was gone. Yes, he had been talking about time travelling for while, but she thought she could atleast go with him. But he left her.

Anger was all she felt. Unbridled rage was all she felt for the next 17 years, but that quickly dulled over time. Even though the girl told herself she was angry, she still opened and closed her time pockets to read their letters, and then putting them right back when she started to feel any sort of sadness for her lost friend.

17 years. All 6205 days had passed by in a blur.

Estelle was different, yet she looked the same. It came with her ability. By opening her time pockets so much, she slowly plummeted into the wretched depths of her powers. She was now in a time pocket of her own, permanently looking like her 16 year old self. It was only a reminder of him, her lost friend. Five.

6205 days, it was all it took for her anger to simmer and for nothing to be in the place of what once was. She felt nothing. By feeling nothing, she could no longer miss him, but deep down she missed him dearly, he was her only friend after all.

Sunday. Her least favourite day.

It was now 2019, but to be specific, March 24th 2019. A regular Sunday in this already terrible year.

A thump. The small girl awoke. Rising from her bed, she made her way to her living room.

Eyes wide, heart beating. It was all coming back.

He was here.

Stalking forward, angered expression. The small side smile he always gave her was enough to set her off.

Smack!

Her palm made contact with his face. Nostrils flared, cheeks red, furrowed brows. Rage.

The familiar face held his cheek as he winced slightly at the pain.

The girl held out her hand, a baseball bat placing itself in her palm. She took a defensive stance, glaring at the intruder.

Five Hargreeves was back.

He thought their reunion was going to go a little differently than this. He understood how she felt, but he didn’t expect this to happen.

“What are you doing here?” Her words sunk in like venom, infecting every cell in his body. Remorse filled his heart as he looked at the girl he once loved, still loved.

He didn’t reply.

“You leave, out of nowhere, hurting not only me, but my entire existence. I trusted you.” Curses spilled from her mouth as she took one hand off of the bat, placing it on her forehead as a migraine was worming its way through.

“I can explain.” He simply spoke. She didn’t want short sentences, she wanted an apology. “I’m sorry for leaving, I had to. My father angered me, it was a very impulsive decision and I regret it everyday. Now if you could just take a seat and let me explain, I’ll tell you everything.”

A sigh made it’s way from the girls lips. “I don’t understand.” Her head was throbbing. “Why did you decided to only come back now?” Tears threatened to appear, but she blinked them back just as fast as they came.

“I couldn’t come back. I tried, desperately might I add. As I said, if you would just take a seat I will explain. Please.” His eyes pleaded with her and she finally gave in. “Fine.” She groaned, eyes rolling in annoyance. “But let me grab some tylenol first, my head is banging.” Quickly grabbing a pill, she swallowed it quickly, her legs carrying her back to the living room where Five had made himself comfortable on her recliner.

Grabbing a blanket, she sat down. “Okay… Where the fuck were you then?” Was the first think she said after placing her blanket over herself. “The future.” Raising one eyebrow to indicate to him to carry on, he continued. “An apocalyptic world was not what I expected, but it’s what I saw. I saw my whole family dead, they didn’t make it through whatever had happened. There was nothing left.” Shock. Her heart, head, ears, all started pulsing uncontrollably.

“So what you’re saying is that there’s an apocalypse due, and the only reason why you came back is to stop it, I’m assuming?” Assuming was a habit she had had since she was young, but her assumptions were always correct. “How much time do I… no, we have left?” Warmth filled his heart at her using the word ‘we’. Even though she looked angry, she wasn’t truly. She was just confused in this moment.

“8 days.” That was the kicker. “We’re all gonna be dead in 8 days? Jesus Christ, save me now.” 8 days. 8 days to save the world. 8 days to catch up on missed time. Impossible.

A thought creeped from the back of her mind and spewed out of her mouth. “It’s only just occurred to me that we’ve never spoken in person. This is our first face to face conversation. I definitely did not think it would go like… well, this.”

“I guess there’s a first time for everything.” The boy muttered, a thoughtful expression on his sculpted face. “Now, I’m only telling this because I trust you. Under no circumstances can you tell my family this unless I get them involved.” Nodding, she stood up.

“Well, I better get dressed then. If there’s a first time for everything, I guess this will be the first time I’m gonna help save the world.” The small side-smile was held on Five’s lips once again at her words. He knew he could count on her to help him, her intelligence matched his perfectly. He couldn’t think of anyone better to help him in this task.

“Wait!” Five called, the girl stopping immediately, turning around to face her once lost friend. “Yeah?” He stood, now standing face to face with her. “Why do you still look 16? I bet you already know why I look 16, but you… I don’t understand.” Estelle sighed, looking down at her hands.

“I have two powers.” She started, “One is telekinesis, you’ve seen that one before. Not very useful, pretty boring… but then there’s my reality manipulation. I can teleport, create and destroy objects and organisms, break the laws of time and space… my most used part of it is my time pockets. They can be created anywhere anytime. I keep all of our letters in them.”

She took a breath in, her heart clenching when she had to explain the next part. “When you left, I was angry. It was the only emotion I seemed to convey, it’s ridiculous now that I think about it. I used to open my time pockets to read your letters so much that I slowly placed myself into a time pocket. Now I’m stuck looking like a 16 year old.” Five’s eyes widened at her confession. She felt so much because of him leaving, did he really have that much of an effect on her?

“Did I really have that much of an effect on you?” The boy asked, an eyebrow raised. “I… yes. You were the only other person I could talk to about my love for maths, physics, especially books. And even music, I loved our talks about music.” She reminisced on their past together. “I know I never told you this, and it’s kind of embarrassing but- you were my only friend. If I’m brutally honest, I’m not sure if other kids my age would be up for talking about physics and time travel, but then there was you…”

Five smiled at the passion in her voice, the expression on her face. She was so perfect. “I could talk to you about everything. So, yes. When you left it had a massive effect on me since I had no other friends. I ended up just growing up lonely, minus interaction with my parents.” The sweater vest wearing boy felt guilt. He didn’t mean to leave her. It was something his naive self didn’t understand, but he’s learned and faced the consequences of his actions, now he’s ready to redeem himself.

“You told me I could come with you.” That was all it took for Five’s head to snap to the girl, he was truly guilty. “I- I’m sorry. It was a rash decision, I wasn’t meant to time travel then but my father had angered me to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore.” She wouldn’t look at him.

“Estelle.” He tried getting her attention but her eyes stayed glued to the ground. Sighing, he put a slender finger under her chin, lifting her gaze so her eyes looked into his. Her eyes had never looked so pretty until now. “I promise, I didn’t mean to time travel. I’m truly sorry for leaving, I am. I will do all i can to make it up to you.”

His hand moved to cup the side of her face. She didn’t back away. Instead, she leaned into his hand, her eyes not breaking away from his.

“I missed you so much.” She broke, the angry facade had fallen. She was now the same vulnerable, sensitive Estelle she was 17 years ago.

Estelle’s eyes widened as she felt the hand on her face move, arms hugged around her waist. “Five… I-” he tightened his grip around her, instantly shushing her. Tears filled her eyes and she finally let all the emotions she had felt over the past few years release.

They stood there, the boy in his uniform and the girl in her pyjamas. Old friends reunited after so long. Both of their feelings coming back twice as strong after being extinguished all those years ago.

Estelle and Five, inseparable.

Letters.

Pt.2?

For everyone that liked this imagine, short story or whatever it was, here is the link to the full story for the first season!! It’s the same name as the imagine and has the same character, it’s just a more detailed and in depth writing of the events, as well as some flashbacks in the form of letters for the readers to enjoy!!

Happy Reading !! <33 (if you do end up reading it)

[windydrawallday]

One of my other favorite things about shipping fictional characters and making stories with them is telling experiences that go beyond the usual perfect "these two meet and become OTP in the instant" and/or are planned to be OTP at the end of the road. I mean, I'm the crazy shipper that can pair even a bunch of characters that barely mention each other meeting off-camera in canon x'D

But I find fascinating these types of scenarios that are "less perfect" and full of bumps on the road: those of beings that find themselves in need of rebuilding again a bridge of feelings that was severed by death (and even separation, a little "dead" still alive but not with you anymore in their lives).

In contrast to the usual "encounters destined to end together" here experiences are already tainted with grief and a sense of resignation… but at the same time, questioning if it will be possible for these experiences to serve any other purpose after these events. "The Love after the Love" (a spanish song I had on repeat all this week) it's what I like to call it.

And I think it can become one of the most hopeful scenarios to play around with because it is very real and something that could happen even to OTPs "Happy Ever After"'s…

[TW/CW for mentioning a real person's death and grieving]

I need to put in parallel a personal family experience about this same theme: I always remember dearly one of my uncles from my mother's side of the family who had a partner, and they looked SO PERFECT together. Good, sweet, hardworking people. Never saw sadness in their faces, always sharing trips and plans together… I almost fell envious of their sons and daughters for having such perfect parents haha

Until my aunt died during bad electricity management in her laundromat shop. I never saw a man as sad and emotionally destroyed as my uncle. It was plain painful to see him, like a ghost haunting his own home. We tried to support him during that first year of grieving until we saw he was ready to go on his own.

Then, after another year, he confessed to us (I was always happy he confided in my side of the family) that he was seeing a new partner but that he wasn't sure if keep doing it. We asked why to him, and the answer, to this day I think, is one of those that I have carved deeply on my memory: because he felt he was unrespecting his past partner.

This memory feels a bit fuzzy for me right now (this was… idk 12 years ago now?!) but I can remember clearly my mother telling him that he needed to stop feeling guilty for something that was out of his control (the death of his partner) and to think in his own happiness too. That for sure aunt would have approved of him living on because she knew he is a very lovely man full of love who deserves to not let that love die with her memory.

That it will be harder to start over, that's a given. But if he felt the need to build that bridge again but in a different direction, why hold it back?

And that experience became one more brick in my life that cemented for me that love doesn't die… once. Or it can't be killed on that first try. You will build many bridges, burn half of them, seeing part of them fall from catastrophes out of your control. But I can assure you you will always find a way to build a bridge again.

Not just because of a partner, or a new partner, or a partner after that one. Because we all hold a love so great it's unfair to let death be the end of it.

Before death definitely arrives to snatch your heart, keep loving. For the sake of love. Love is worth the effort, the pain, and the lessons.

Because loving is living. And living is a daring thing to do, to spit against death and say "My heart still beats, still exists, still feels".

That's the reason why I like putting these scenarios in fiction to. Again, I'm a sucker for angst too, and seeing a pairing endure death and separation but this? Letting my beloveds find a way out of the past, accepting that they are still living and worthy of finding someone that loves them even when carrying these broken parts, to share their most dear experiences with them? That's my jam, so much!

And if that's not the most hopeful message you can leave to this world, I will buy a hat and eat it.

PS One more additional note: with this, I want to validate too that a "Love after Love" never EVER loses its value after the first time: love just gets STRONGER!

[funkytimeoats]

Things I wish were more present in SWD?: Ninja Shadow (PART 1)

So this is just a word blurb from me just spewing out my thoughts. Some of it may not make sense, but I'll try to keep my thoughts as concise as possible.

Topic: More Sibling Interactions (especially b/w Makoto and Toru)

We kinda got this b/w Saori (MC) and her brother Kaname in that one Spin Off where either they go to the Nagasaki Vigilantes together or you pick the other story route (I can't remember the contents of that storyline, but I remember it being cute).

I thought it was really cute and nice seeing their sibling relationship.

I just wish we got spin offs like for the other siblings in this game (Seiji-Seiya, Kunihiro-Nobuyoshi, Kaede-Amon, Yugiri and Ritsu with their unnamed younger siblings, the puppeteer brothers, even Ukyo-Eduard who are more like adoptive siblings). They didn't need to be non-canon, they could've been anecdotal stories from their pasts.

I know it's meant to be an otome game, but getting more character back story would have been so cool.

I especially wanted to see more sibling interactions b/w Makoto and Toru. They are a main pair of siblings in the series, so I wish we could've seen them more, specifically without Saori being there (because yeah, it is an otome game).

Toru is shown to love his little brother very dearly. It's one of his major reasons for trying to "destroy Nagasaki and build it back up". Because it's "the city Makoto loves". His dream also spreads to completely reconstructing Japan, but his main focal point is Nagasaki because that's where his baby brother is.

Makoto does love his big brother too, but he has resentment toward him as well. Toru has always been better than him at everything, Toru has always been the golden child of the Nakagawa family. Now even then at most Makoto was just a bit envious.

The real resentment begins when Toru just up and leaves one day leaving Makoto to clean up after his mess.

Now, I say he just leaves out of the blue because while in the early original routes, Toru was said to be a founding member of the Nagasaki Vigilantes, however, in one of the later canon spin offs called Back to the Beginning, which I'll consider to be the actual storyline, Makoto says that Toru just kinda disappeared one day without any warning and without telling Makoto or Shintaro anything.

I guess Toru just had an epiphany about his ideals. I don't really know and I'm not sure/don't remember if it's explained anymore. I honestly don't know lol

Anyways, that's where Makoto actually seems to gain resentment towards his brother, because when Toru leaves Makoto has to take care of stuff Toru left behind. And of course the Nakagawa family, specifically the branch family, love to beat down and berate Makoto because he was the "lesser" brother. Literally calling him the stain to the Nakagawa name (which, holy shit, is really fucking mean and evil, holy cow).

If I remember right, Makoto didn't even want to really take up becoming the next head of the family, he just wanted to become painter, but because Toru left now he has to, which I think is really sad, poor Makoto.

As for what happens to Toru, depending on the route he's either captured and then escapes (usually with the help of his pal Tsubaki) or he's just captured, or he turns into a traveling merchant(?) (I honestly can't remember everything that happens in his route, I think he becomes a merchant though).

And if he and Makoto aren't really involved in the route, ig he just kinda dilly-dallies and runs around doing whatever.

I think it would have been interesting if we were able to get a spin off where Toru and Makoto have a deep and meaningful conversation about why they chose the choices they did, how they were feeling, how they felt about each other's choices and decisions. It would be a very emotional and vulnerable moment for the two, especially Makoto who tends to hide his true emotions. I think it would've been interesting to see Makoto open up more to Toru about how the Nakagawa elders treated him, obviously Toru generally gets the idea, but Makoto could tell him in detail and how that made him feel.

I wish we could've had an emotional spin off like that. Though I might be biased sense I find the sibling dynamic of the two to be most interesting out of everyone's.

Like I said Toru loves Makoto so much to the point that he would cause some hurt and pain to his baby brother to keep him safe. He even tries multiple times to get Makoto to join him in his rebellion and becomes quite hurt when Makoto doesn't take up his offer. I mean just look at this bit of text from the Ninja Shadow Tropedia/wikia page

When he's beaten in Makoto's route he's extremely distraught as he was so sure he win.

He was so sure he was going to win because he has such a strong deep love for his brother.

Toru wanted to protect one of things his little brother held so dear to him.

I just love the two so much, they deserve the world

Well that's the end of this word blurb (part 1) lol. I hope what I said makes sense and maybe some of you might agree.

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she’s a pretty whore 18+

warnings : abuse ( mental , emotional and verbal )

smut ( if sex makes you uncomfortable heres the warning i'll label the chapters )

strong language

kinks / fetishes

depression / self harm

racism

eating discord ( BED and bulemia )

i project onto Athena btw so that's why the warnings

authors note : btw Athena is black and Puerto Rican. She’s also plus size. Fallon bowman is just the faceclaim but you can imagine yourself ! their pronouns are she/they and is genderfluid but that’s later on

PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOURE A MINOR

HER FATHER was all she had left her last hope , her mother is mentally , verbally and emotionally abusive . she was so confused as to how her mother ended up like this ? was it her abusive ex that made her to a abuser ? it didn't make any sense her mom would uplift her then later being her down . it was a ongoing cycle of " baby im sorry i love you " or " but what about me ? " she felt so stuck no matter how many times she'd tell her mom about her self harm and years of depression she did nothing , yes she'd say she'll get her meds for her depression and adhd , yes she say she'll get her the therapy she needs but that never happened .

   for years she thought feeling this intense sadness was normal that everyone has , the trauma she had to endure during childhood will haunt her forever from being touched to being beat by her moms ex while she was also being beat hurts seeing how he hurt her and her siblings left her feeling useless like she couldn't help her mother and siblings she was the oldest child she had to protect them but she couldn't . he'd make fun of her skin , her hair , her weight how she talked how she acted . all she ever acted like was a child . a happy child . he took that from her and left her shattered for years on end .

" stop im tired mom i cant continue "

i cried out to my mother begging her to end this conversation im so mentally drained

" we're done when i fucking say we are ! "

" please momma im gonna pass out "

from all the tears i've she'd in front of her . all i wanted to talked was about my feelings and how my mental health is effecting school

" what about my mental health huh ! "

there it is . her favorite saying , her catchphrase the words she lived by . i love her i truly do but at moments like this makes me think . i began to speed walk away , the tears pooled up in my eyes blurring my vision made it hard once i made it to my room i pushed my dresser against the door to hold her off . i wiped my eyes and grabbed the phone pushing the buttons of my red telephone dialing my dad

" how fucking dare you walk away from me and shut me out in my own house ?! are you out of your fucking mind ?! "

after 4 rings he answers

" dad can you uh please pick me up like today please i'm beg- "

" whoa who baby what happened ?? what's wrong ?! are you okay "

" i cant take it anymore i cant live with her no more she's banging on my door right now "

i stayed silent so he hears the bangs

" uh ok imma get ready but talk to natasha "

natasha is my step mother , i wish she was my real mother she shows me nothing but love and actually listens to me i can even talk about boys and girls with her without it becoming a argument . she's never yelled at me or was nasty to me she loved me as if i was her own she even calls me her daughter i adore her and missed her so dearly that my heart aches

" hey baby what's going on ? dads rushing to get his stuff "

" my mom is abusive and i believe i told you before "

" yes yes you did and you did what i said good good job "

i smiled at her praise

" all i wanted to talk about was how my mental health and how it was effecting school and my friendships "

i said as my voice broke more then once

" i'm sorry Athena "

i was named after the goddess of war and wisdom , Athena is a war who needed no man to make her know her worth she already knew , born from Zeus head he claimed her as his favorite child and kept her close to him fight side by side with each other . ironic how pathetic and weak i am to not live up to my name . im sorry Athena that a weak human like me has you gorgeous name .

" ok dad said he's on his way ok ? i love you "

hearing those words and knowing that they meant true love and not a form of manipulation made me lease tense . the banging stopped and all i heard were sobs

" i'm sorry Athena , Athena baby open the door please mommy is sorry "

it hurts hearing her cry , i think back to all the times he'd beat her and left her crying , at 7 having to come home from school to find you mother beaten and crying was a horrible sight .

the was pulling the door knob

" come on baby please mommy wants a hug "

i have to stay strong and wait for dad but i wanted to hold her and tell her everything is alright . i hide under my covers and curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep . it felt like i had just fallen asleep when i heard knocking from downstairs and scarred footsteps of my mother rushing to open the door

" you're not taking my baby "

" she's our kid jocelyn and im taking her she's 18 she can legally go where she wants "

he walked passed her and went up the stairs with the mother following

" don't you fucking dare take her "

my mother screamed pulling him

" i will not push you because that's what you want ! "

he said pulling himself free and banging on his daughters door . i opened the door and was engulfed into my dads chest shielding me from the hits my mother was throwing .

" baby don't go please baby what will mommy do without you "

at this point she screaming bloody murder we made it to his care i only grabbed my comfort items such as my sketchbook , journal , my walkerman and my favorite book of all time the five people you meet in heaven .

" are you ok did she hit you ? "

he asked looking at me

" im ok and no she didn't hit me but my brain is confused and scrabble i wanna sleep and never wake up "

he look at me with sadden eyes

" hey kid don't say that look at me "

i looked up at him

" remember how i said this ain't your forever ? right now is the first step to a new life with me ! im so happy j can see you grow up now "

he hugged me and i cried into him

authors note : please tell me if this was good also this is loosely based of me and my mother but not fully . we’re doing much better i still love her so much

[flowitch]

finally watched collision & the countdown to all out from last night here are my thoughts that would have been lbs if i watched live:

-tk was afraid for his LIFE??? did this man have a knife??😭

-ricky starks is incredible and i feel bad that his momentum keeps getting crushed so hopefully this push continues and he keeps getting good stuff to do

-steamboat looks great!

-BRYANNNNNN <33 i missed him. i hope he’s not coming back prematurely w this injury bc of circumstances hopefully he’s all good

-the bcc are the ultimate tweeners u never know if they’re all heel or face 😭

-mox is unmatched in the backstage promo game. when u let him uninterrupted make magic in the back u cant touch him. i love him so dearly.

-mox putting over oc and himself >>>>

-mox and oc cutting promos these past few days have made this all out match must-see and i love them so much

-make mox interim real worlds champion for the jokes

-i love u danny garcia <3

-max caster’s raps are so tame these days but he always finds room for ballsacks ❤️

-the daniel garcia and daddy ass spot was great

-shoutout to ang for yelling at kevin kelly

-dark order hi honeys!! BUDGE REFERENCE!!!!!!

-alex reynolds looking dapper as fuck

-aussie open on my tv every week thank u tony khan

-nick wayne being adopted by various luchadors is very cute

-i know he’s been back for months now but i am so happy that mark davis is back and aussie open is whole again like i was so sad when kyle relinquished the titles

-collision turning into a show that cornette listeners hate is my favorite song

-kyle fletcher screaming during his matches is a highlight of my week he is very silly

-aussie open falling for people moving out of the way and making them hit each other every week is very funny

-need aussie open to go after the tag belts soon

-YES IM SO GLAD NICK IS UPSET AB DARBY FORGIVING AR FOX

-“just let it go man” HE ALMOST KILLED HIM IN HIS OWN WRESTLING RING?????????

-oh god what insane shit is christian gonna say now

-christian hi honey

-christian just saying nick wayne’s name is funny

-NOT HIS MOM OH GOD

-CLAUDIO BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YUTA??????

-BCC THIS CRAZY ASS BDSM POLYCULE

-this is gonna awaken things in a lot of y’all

-claudio just going UGH at eddie??? LMFAOO

-EDDIE AND SHIBATA WHAT A BEAST FUCKING TEAM

-shibata using translate is so funny i love him also eddie going AAAAAA was great

-get saraya off my screen

-ruby saying she saw toni half naked in the parking lot throwing shoes at birds??????😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-i wish saraya wasn’t awful bc she’s funny

-i am so sorry dennis rodman i am skipping this segment

-i haven’t seen any of shane taylor yet so i’m intrigued by this match tonight

-JOEEEEE

-the outcasts have a good theme i’ll give them that

-toni baby girl u are being so brave right now

-shida’s theme is sooooo good man

-things are looking frosty between britt and shida

-KRISSSSSSSSSSS

-kris looks so good i’m gonna fall over

-kevin kelly mentioned aewtix.com and i thought that man said aewtits i went ????

-ruby looks soooo good

-the entire women’s division being stuck in perpetual homegrown vs outcasts feud hell

-OH NO TONI

-spray paint shocker

-shida checking on britt aw

-poor toni

-ADAM HI HONEY

-paused the tv for a sec and adam cole’s big ass blue eyes are open real wide and scaring me. is this what i look like to people

-HIM READING MAX’S PROMO LMFAOOO

-KRIS BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW

-miro’s music is so scary i feel like he’s coming after me

-big meaty men slapping meat

-tk loves a battle royal

-OH ANOTHER WOMENS MATCH ON ZERO HOUR THANK U

-NIGEL CALLING BRYAN BRITTLE BRYAN DANIELSON AND SAYING HES MIRACULOUSLY HEALED LMFAOOOOO

-the all out card is beast i’m sorry

-people are giving the dark order tag match shit but it’ll be a banger match And it makes sense since they’re primarily a roh team now. it’s not like this came out of nowhere people

-FUCK YOU DON CALLIS YOU BALD BASTARD

-is it just me or has don callis still not given an Actual Reason he turned like an actual thing that kenny did wrong??😭

-the bucks and ftr teaming in chicago after yesterdays events is so fucking funny i’m sorry

-ORANGE HI BABY!!!!!!! <333

-another generational oc promo i love him so dearly

-orange putting mox over >>>. they love each other ur honor

-AND I DO NOT HAVE A CATCHPHRASE!!!!!!! i bought that shirt yesterday

-BULLET CLUB GOLD BABYYYYYYY

-juice really is jay whites puppy

-damn where’s cardblade :(

-the first several eps of collision with ftr facing bcg were generational

-the thing that makes bcg work is that they’re a fucked up group of fucked fuckers

-ftr having the worst month of their lives man that’s wild. arrests, punk fired. damn

-bucks are soooo turning heel tonight in chicago and i cannot wait

-A LITTLE CARDBLADE!!!!

-wrestlers watching their tag partner in a singles match and being all concerned in their corner is one of my favorite pro wrestlingisms

-every jay white match is a handicap match bc he teams up w his spit

-i hate diving headbutts

-jay white once again straddling his opponent to pin them

-jay white goes to a spiritual plane after every match. that man is gone

-BUCKS PULLING UP TO COLLISION LMFAOOOOOOOOO

-the bucks shaking each others hands instead LMAOO

-okay moving on to the all out countdown

-the clips they’ve been showing of oc covered in blood ❤️

-i love when taz is on these things bc i love hearing his thoughts

-KRIS

-kris crying NOOOOOOOOOOOOO honey :(

-i love u stat

-i feel like takeshita has better hair than me

-the voiceover man saying bay bay sounded so funny

-still in shock that the last thing we saw on all in before it faded to black was max looking earnestly into adams eyes and telling him he loves him. like that actually happened i didn’t imagine it

-i just don’t think having darby “i take insane bumps every week unnecessarily” allin should be facing a dinosaur man on ppv but okay

-i hope swerves doing well i miss him

[bitchlessdino]

Hiii hope you're having a great day 💞

If requests are open, can I ask for a Jihoon fic where reader confesses to him but Jihoon rejects them even though he feels the same, because he thinks he's too busy to be a good boyfriend, but then regrets his decision after someone asks him about it and then goes to get them back, especially when he sees how sad they are <3

Pairing: jihoon x gn!reader

Genre: angst, suggestive

Word count: 3.1k

Tags: f2l, rejection, pining, depictions of anxiety and depression, billie elish quote, happy but suggestive ending, let me know if I missed anything

author note: angst, I missed you old friend

It’s admittedly hurt lying to your face about his feelings. The way you poured your heart out to him with the beautiful smile on your face he loves so dearly. He knew he was in love with you the moment he met you. You looked upon the sea in its vast beauty, getting lost in the natural motion of its presence, and breathed in the summertime breeze because that’s what you were to him: summer.

Where he came from, summer was hardly attainable these days, often replaced by cloudy skies and polluted streets, hardly sun rays hitting him the way they used to when he was a child. You were to him a hopeful day, a chance to bask in the sun. Jihoon was an introvert. He wasn’t meant for the sun. 

Jihoon is a man of many tasks and duties and lacks the general convenience of taking on any new roles like friend, pet owner, or boyfriend. It would’ve been selfish of him to accept your confession by his logic, so he settled by lying. He didn’t think you deserved a boyfriend with no time on his hands but knowing you, you wouldn’t take that as an answer.

“Sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you.”

His harsh words cut through every individual butterfly in your stomach, massacring its population only to leave their scattered remains behind, wallowing in your body followed by emptiness. You look down at the freshly made pastries in a box you clutched, holding back the tears threatening to fall, you sniffle, gulping down the bit of anxiety stirring and you smile. Placing the box in front of Jihoon regardless of the rejection, you manage to hold on to the forced grin.

“I understand. Well, I made these for you. Didn’t want them to go to waste, so keep them, give them away, whatever you want. I’ll see you later.”

You don’t wait for a response and make your exit. You pull yourself together to walk away from him calmly, only to have the tears come running down the moment you’re in an empty bathroom stall. You never knew your heart could ache like that, as if it shattered like glass, its pieces splicing your insides until you feel a dulling pain. You muffle your sobs into your palm, worried someone would hear, and bow your head to your knees on the toilet seat, drowning in the feeling of rejection.

Jihoon wasn’t one to beat around the bush. He shut his eyes, resenting the words he blurted out to you and now he can’t stop hearing them in his head. It did its job but at what cost?

He walks the halls leading up to his apartment building, the doughy goodness from the pastries taunting his nose, he approaches his apartment front door with his head down. He enters with an emotionless expression and lifeless candor, carefully placing the box on the kitchen counter. He pushes off the flap, witnessing the creation of your time and heart put into pretty shaped croissants and colorful danishes.

He felt himself overcome with emotion, knocking his head pathetically on the plaster walls, pounding at it with his fist with clenched teeth and wet cheeks. He had no right to feel sad. He rejected you not the other way around. He was doing both of you a favor, he reasoned. Nothing good could come out of a relationship with no time.

Time is fleeting when it comes to work and despair, which at times often go hand to hand. Jihoon took a couple of extra shifts at the convenience store today and the restaurant; the price he pays for his dreams. He scraps up enough savings for a good microphone, already dreaming of the work he could finally record. He smiles for the first time in a while, his hard work has finally done him some good.

Wonwoo tells him he’s looking better, which Jihoon appreciates. Wonwoo was one of the lead servers, along with Jihoon, at Chateau Crystal. They had known each other for years but only recently grew close due to Jihoons increased work hours. They would’ve gone closer being in similar circles of friends but Wonwoo has been some of the few faces he had seen this often recently.

Jihoon found himself friendly with him whenever their schedule lined up, sometimes confining in him naturally if he’s known him for years. It was nice. Jihoon was alone a lot, all of his own volition, but these heart-to-heart moments were much needed.

“You should come to kick back. You know the place. We were all thinking of going back there for summer.”

Jihoon knew just where it was. They used to go every year together back to college. Soonyoung would drag him ever so he pleases until he had to work abroad. He was the only reason Jihoon ever kept going, besides you that was. These trips were peace for him and truth be told he missed them.

Jihoon muses at the thought, “I’ll think about it.”

“It couldn’t hurt. Seungcheol is getting closer to getting everyone together again. Even Soonyoung is flying back out here.”

The stout man couldn't help but smile, putting away the dirty plates and glasses and nodding the busboy thanks before getting back on the restaurant floor with Wonwoo. “Everyone, hmm? Who else is coming?”

Jihoon couldn’t help himself. He anticipated the gradual mention of you only for it to never come. Double checking with Wonwoo if he got every one right. “Really? What about Y/n?”

Wonwoo pushes his glasses back to the bridge of his nose, thinning to himself for a moment, “They’ve been MIA for a while. We’re not even sure if they’ve been getting out group messages or emails. We honestly thought it’d be harder to get to you, Jihoon.”

That was unlike you. You were the type to even cherish a wrapper from a candy bar you ate in another country, you weren’t the type to ignore people calling out to you. He didn’t want to assume but he couldn’t help but feel at fault. He gave you the time you needed to process what you were feeling and he tried not to regret his decision and is currently failing.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah, I wonder what happened with them,” Wonwoo questions.

Jihoon was hopeful, if not desperate, to see your face and ensure you were fine. It was interesting. He tried all this time to forget the incident happened only for it to come up again. There was no doubt about it. He was going to force himself at that mini reunion, even if that meant he had to call up Soonyoung to drag him from the floorboards.

That wasn’t necessary, seeing as he was one of the first to arrive at the beach house. How he remembers dreading the first time they all went (so he says), but had a great time nonetheless, finding inspiration in loud waves and grains of sand. It was the most romantic place to be. That’s why he felt like most of the time he didn’t belong.

“Jihoon! How are you?”

He was ambushed immediately, not surprising. He hadn’t met most of his college friends face to face, only occasionally replying in the big group chat they all shared (admittedly muted most months until he gets bored and goes in to catch up). They all welcome him like he hadn’t been spending the last couple of months working himself to death.

The group gradually gets bigger. Most faces familiar, some not so much, and he’s soon meeting gazes with Soonyoung who picked Jihoon and flails him around before falling to the ground, overestimating his own strength. Jihoon then enforces harsh pounds against the man's back, urging him off but smiling like he hasn’t in years.

It felt nostalgic, it was even comforting, but he was missing you. You always went to these. 

He was still anticipating you regardless, approaching the balcony you used to frequent, resting his arms on the rails, and taking in that breeze. He felt 18 again for a moment, where nothing mattered. It felt well deserved. Long awaited.

“Enjoying vacation stranger?”

He turns his head and smiles at the kind face looking back at him. “I was trying to avoid you, Soonyong.”

“You don’t mean that,” the man grins taking the vacant spot next to him, in turn enjoying the same ocean air, “penny for your thoughts.”

Jihoon chuckles, staring off into the dimming sky as the sun looks like it starting to set, “You been drinking? You don’t get this sentimental until after a few.”

Soonyong shakes his head, taking a swig of his Coors light, the familiar taste settling on his tongue. He savors both the beverage and this moment, neither things he’s got to since leaving the country. “Nah. Just catching up, buddy.”

“Well, not much has changed since you left.”

Soonyoung ponders Jihoon’s quick denial. “Really? Nothing.”

“Nothing.”

“Not even like, someone professing their feelings to you?”

Jihoon’s gaze drops, hearing the thoughts out loud. He sighs“...they told you.”

“They did.”

“How much do you know?”

Soonyoung simply shrugs, setting his finished beer on the outdoor table, “Not enough, but by seeing that they aren’t here, I’m guessing it didn’t go great.”

“…I was hoping to see them today.”

“You know, maybe it’s for the best. You did break their heart.”

Salt in the wound. “I really wish I didn’t.”

The same-age man scoffs. “Then why? It’s obvious you like them.”

“Soonyoung, you were gone for two years.” Jihoon exasperates, guilt rising up to his throat, choking back on his words, only finding the courage to project his self-made frustration. “You don’t get to ask that.”

“Well don’t you?”

Jihoon glares back at him with clenched teeth but no rebuttal.

“See.”

Jihoon felt his blood boil. “I—“

“Y/n! Oh my god!”

Jihoon's eyes shoot in the direction of excited voices, your name burning in the back of his mind and he scrambles to get to you inside the house. He looks over the crowded room, seeing you standing calmly, nonchalantly collecting the hugs hounding your way. When he’s tempted to take a step closer, he stops himself, weighing out on the idea of doing so. Soonyoung takes his side, seeing their friend get a warm welcome. 

He snickers, and rests an arm on Jihoon before whispering, “Well, what do ya know? They did come. Let’s see you not screw up his time around, hmm?”

Soonyoung joins his other friends soon enough, shouting your name into the air, your eyes following to meet Soonyoung but matching with Jihoon’s instead who stand a good distance ahead of you, glued to the ground. The crowd around you is a blur and fades into the background, giving you that feeling you two were the only ones in the room. Jihoon stays in that spot for however long, blocking out the external sounds and feeling his chest just tighten at the sight of you.

Little did he know, you felt that same sensation, swallowing down your nerves and taking in his appearance to notice that nothing about him had changed. It feels like time passed achingly slow since your rejection, but all of a sudden those emotions: fear, excitement, depression; it was all rushing back to you ten times over. You were still infatuated by him.

When your mutual friends did eventually settle down, your gaze was still locked on him on the other end of the room, staring back at you with an unreadable expression that you never knew he could make. He takes a step further in your shock by physically taking steps closer to you, pushing past the busy bodies until your close-toed shoes met.

You greet each other as people in your situations would, hesitant ‘hi’s and obligatory lingerance in each others’ presence, learning that breaking ice was better said than done. You tried conjuring a smile on your face, the suffocation in your chest not settling in the slightest.  “H-how are you?”

He could see how distraught you are at his appearance, maybe not expecting him to be around. He wipes his hands against his side and tries pulling on a smile. “I’m okay. Doing better actually! Especially since you’re here.”

“You don’t have to say that.” You respond, tearing your eyes away from him, a hint of those butterflies finding their way back home.

“But I am glad you’re here…Can we find somewhere to talk?”

For a while, you were quiet. You kept your eyes on the floor. Your heart feels like it's pounding out of your chest. Despite that, you agreed, soon trailing behind his broad backside to a secluded area of the house, hoping to clear up your mind away from the loud music of rowdy people around, even if that meant being alone with Jihoon.

You both find peace in an empty bedroom, closing the door behind you for privacy. The silence was deafening, making you wonder why he would take you alone anywhere for any reason. 

“I thought I’d be honest with you,” Jihoon confesses, looking down at his own feet, “There's a lot of things I wish I said to you instead of what I actually did say.”

Your hands tingle, clenching and unclenching your hands to regain the loss of blood flow that made you start to feel numb. You stay to listen, still not meeting his eyes, a slight ringing in your ears. Your anxiety squeezes you motionless.

“I wish I could take it back. What I said. All those months wasted…You in my life.”

He takes one step closer and you one back. “I lied…And I’m stupid for it.”

You shut your eyes, holding your hands in each other, breathing out of your nose to regulate yourself. Still, no words to escape you, only sniffing, feeling the anxiety reach your eyes, and drawing out burning tears.

“I fucked myself over and there's nothing I could do to take it back.” 

Jihoon was maybe off his rocker by a few shots he sneaked in on the way over to the room, luckily without you noticing, but he felt every word come out more naturally the more he focused on breathing. He recites the words that played over and over in his mind since he got there, trying to get them out clear enough, and keeping his composure by doing soon until he notices your descending mood.

“Please don’t cry,” he begs, “I’m not a worthy enough reason to cry.”

The words come out barely coherent, coughing out his words roughly as the alcohol dispersed in his system, and weakened his stance. His knees gave out, staggering to the mattress, and fitting his clenched hands around the sheets. “I just…I don’t think I could’ve let you walk out here tonight thinking I don’t care about you.”

“Well, I’m fine,” You burst out, “And I’ll be fine, so should you.”

“I can’t be fine when I’m in love with you.”

“Stop,” you choke on your breath, tears blurring your vision to see that Jihoon’s tears blurred his. 

“I’m sorry.”

“You can’t say this to me right now!” You shout, feeling yourself overwhelmed with a mix of unsightly emotions, stomping your feet like a spoiled child.

“I-I don’t,” he swallows. “I don’t deserve to.”

You pace to yourself in that open space, leaving Jihoon to drench himself in his intoxicated emotions, and hearing yourself cry to yourself and hurt as much as the first time. Your confusion hurt, just want to take you away from all of…this. Whatever Jihoon’s intentions may have been, it hurts.

You head first for the door but halt at the sound of desperation in Jihoon’s voice. “Don’t leave. Please…”

“I don’t like my emotions being played with, Jihoon. If you were a decent human being, you’d know that.” Venom seethes out of your tone.

“I swear, I’m not.”

He picks himself up from the bed and boldly embraces you from behind. He clutches you so tightly it hurts and foreign from anything he’s done in the years you knew him. You knew he was an emotional drunk but he has never done further than cry before completely knocking out.

“I just want to make you feel okay…but all you do is look the other way.”

Your sniffles grow violent, grasping the doorknob, torn. “D-did you just quote Billie Elish?”

Jihoon couldn’t help but chuckle through his sobs, red in the face, noticing his tears staining your blouse and wiping them away. “Fuck. I thought I heard that somewhere…It just feels right. You feel right.”

Your hand drops from the cool metal and turns around to face the man before you. His teary gaze stares back at you, stretching a smile at you through his sore cheeks. “There you are.”

He dares to press a hand to your wet cheeks, feeling your warmth through his fingers, parting away your loose hair. “I could’ve had you.”

“...Don’t let me go this time then.”

You lick your lips before pulling them against his with a heavy heart. Your arms come up to loop around his neck, tightly, intimately. He clutches your frame, kissing you gingerly with chapped lips, the salt of your tears slipping between both your lips. He pulls away to tilt his head but reconnects, pressing you up against the door in a soft thud, balling your shirt in his fists, only thinking about the heat of your bodies together finally. Nothing else mattered.

That was a year ago.

Since then, you’ve made more public appearances, you had to ensure your partner would get anywhere out of the house. He didn’t mind. He could never fight with your logic, seeing as he couldn’t see himself seeing your side. It was fortunate you both took remote careers. Jihoon found himself in makings as an online music teacher and finding micro success on the underground music scene, while you took a hybrid job based on your major in college. That meant he’d get to see you every day.

“Good morning,” You chuckle.

Your voice tickles his bare skin, and he only responds by pulling you in closer, “Yes it is.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, tracing along the spine of your back, He feels your smile against his lips. “You have class in an hour.”

He shakes his head. “They canceled yesterday.”

“Well, you still have to wake up, love.” You urge, nudging his legs, his leg, in turn, tugging yours, connecting by your nude torsos.

“I don’t want to wake up yet. This is such a nice dream.”

[tinaotaku]

Hey could you please make a part two of the fake daughter story please I love it so much

Note: sorry for replying so late! School just started, and I've been sooo busy.

Ending 1. Kill yourself to the sun

Soft sobs could be heard from Muzan as he held a small kimono. All that surrounds him is nothing but corpses and blood. As he could do is to weep as he couldn't hold back his sadness. Bloody tears fall down to the ground, staining the green grasses.

The war was a success, to say the least. Ubuyashiki died, and he devoured Nezuko. He made sure to kill that Hanafuda-earring boy too. He looks at the sunrise before looking back at the kimono.

"I've won the war, but I've lost the battle," Muzan whispered under his breath. Pulling the kimono closer to his face, he buried his face into it, staining the kimono more. "I've won, but at what cost? I've lost everyone. Not even you stayed by my side until the end. Is this what people called karma?"

Receiving no answer, he decided to walk back.

But where is his next destination?

Everyone died, remember? He has no one right now.

Loneliness engulfs him as he watches how lively the world seems now. Yet no matter how hot or rainy the day is, he is not happy.

Someone is missing, and that person is no one other than Kibutsuji (Y/n).

***

A few decades have passed, and it's now 2022. Muzan built a big corporation under his daughter's name, (Y/n) Empire. The corporation focused on selling woman's products. Muzan dedicated his life to making stuff that (Y/n) probably like.

However, it's not a surprise that Kibutsuji Muzan hides his presence from the world. He never showed up in any interview or TV programs because he sees it as a 'nuisance' and a waste of time. Therefore, no one really knows his face.

On the other side, Muzan was spotted walking around the orphanage. He ran his eyes towards a sea of children that looked no more than 10. He saw them as disgusting human beings and asked himself why he went here instead of a nearby cafe. "I found no one interesting. Let's go back," Muzan said to his bodyguards and turned his back. The owner wiped his sweat as he were afraid to offend an important person.

The kids sighed in sadness but soon cheered up. They ran back to the playground and played with each other. Soon, you could hear some waves of laughter and gigglings from the back.

"Go to the usual cafe. I need some coffee," Muzan said as he rubbed his head. He walked to his car until he was stopped by a tiny pull on his pants. The bodyguards didn't realize that a kid had sneaked out and pulled a person!

Before the bodyguards could speak anything, the kid said, "I believe that your handkerchief had fallen, good sr,"

Muzan's headache quickly went away, and his heart beat once more. His fingers trembled, but he looked at his back, just to see a kid around 8 years old wearing a cute dress. Her black hair and black eyes reminded him of someone.

But, who?

Muzan quickly snapped out and took back his handkerchief. "Thank you, kid. Do you mind telling me your name?" Muzan kneeled in front of her as he tried to examine the child better. Starting from her hair, eyes, cheeks, and smile.

Muzan couldn't help but imagine the kid in front of him as someone he missed dearly. His own child that he abandoned for a fake daughter. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the pain in his chest will always make him remember. It's been decades, yet he couldn't forget the pain. It was his fault, after all.

"Good sir, my name is (Y/n)," The kid said with a smile. Since then, everything is becoming blurry now. Muzan could feel his eyes starting to get teary. All he could see now were (Y/n). After decades of weeping and working, Muzan founded his child! But... it seems like the child in front of him is the reincarnation of Kibutsuji (Y/n). Whatever it is, he's happy now. He wanted his child back, and this is the perfect opportunity!

Blinking his tears away, he offered his hand to her, "Would you like to be my adopted child, (Y/n)?"