#good soup right heya

[orbiiance]

i have read every single hurt/comfort fic of this guy i can get my hands on. Twice.

[prismaticpichu]

Hmm what if Sephiroth happened to emerge from the basement into the middle of Nibelheim’s halloween celebrations? Would Zack running towards him with a bowl of pumpkin soup fix him?

YESSS, I love it!!!! <3333

*Zelda cooking music*

Future Pichu: Heya!! So, admittedly, I kinda took a different approach with this ask, and strayed away from the Halloween event to home in more on the… pumpkin soup aspect x,D Hopefully it’s still delicious all the same!! Tysm for such a lovely prompt!! 💚

You can also read the fic here!!

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Sephiroth hadn't eaten in days.

That much became clear, anyway, when Zack once again returned to the basement that held its willing captive, descending into the sickly underbelly of that sickly manor for the fifth time since investigating the Nibelheim Reactor—aka, the catalyst of this whole Gaia-forsaken mess.

He hated how unsurprised he was, how he now officially recognized the scent of rotting bread and meat the moment he stepped foot into the underground corridor, how he knew the moment the putrid stench scythed his nose that Sephiroth had once again skipped another meal—all of which was confirmed when he finally reached the library door, glanced down, and saw a swarm of flies vulturing on the neglected sandwich, rapturously buzzing around their treasure, celebrating.

Zack's shoulders slumped.

He knew SOLDIERs—especially Sephiroth—could endure long swaths of time without food, could even last days on end without any water... But that didn't matter to Zack, not really. He didn't care if Mako was technically nourishing his commander; that wasn't the point anymore. What was really alarming was the fact that Sephiroth wouldn't even so much as take a break to eat, not even for one second. Those books he was devouring had a viselike, insidious grip on his mind, carried a poison that was seeping into his bloodstream with every page he turned:

Am I... a human being...?

Zack didn't know the answer to that question, but he sure as hell knew the answer wasn't in those books, either—even if the words You are not human were written in ink right in front of him, clear as day, dangerous as night.

Zack kicked the plate aside, clearing the path to the door.

The food in his hands sloshed a little.

...The first time he left Sephiroth food, he didn't even so much as knock, simply (and wrongly) convinced that he would take a break, see it. Maybe even smell it.

He didn't.

…The second time around, he had done the same thing, succumbed to the same blinding naiveté.

The third time, he had knocked—

"Leave..."

And the fourth time, he had left the food at the door again, which was the very sandwich that was molding at his feet right now.

But that wasn't going to happen again; he wasn't going to fail again—both because, simply, he had run out of bread and cheese to make sandwiches (what a waste...), and because this had gone on long enough. Mako may be keeping Sephiroth's system afloat, but no amount of artificial lifeblood was going to replace getting some natural sunlight; no amount of Mako was going to keep his emotions above the surface, keep them stable.

It was time to be assertive...

Emboldened, Zack reached for the knob, steadying the sizable bowl with his other hand.

I don't know what to do, Spike... He won't eat anything...

... Well, um, what are you offering him?

Cheese sandwiches.

Hmm... maybe that's just not tempting enough? Oh! My Ma has a really good recipe for pumpkin soup—a Nibelheim staple... Everyone loves it. I'm sure she'll be happy to share it.

A rattle, a click, and the library door groaned open.

Zack stepped inside.

A massacre of books was what was awaiting him on the other end, strewn about the floor, pried off the toothless shelves...

Swallowing, he took a deep breath and forced himself to focus...

Dear Gaia, Sephiroth... how many bookworms did you dig up in here...?

There was hardly an inch of space on the floor where a tome wasn't occupying, and the bony sound of paper and spine crunched beneath his boots as Zack made his way across the narrow entryway, squinting through the candelit gloom to make out the familiar, shadowy shape of a desk—a chair, an open book, a man hunched over it like a possessed dragon...

Gaia, he looked so tense, so volatile, so...

Zack swallowed again, soldiering on through the disarray, making his way across the sea and toward the desk.

No... The worst he could do is tell him to leave again... right? This was Sephiroth... his friend. He wouldn't hurt him. This was not a monster.

"...Hey, Sephiroth..." Zack stopped in front of the man, tried to keep as much rattle out of his voice as possible, "you wanna eat something?"

Sephiroth didn't respond, didn't so much as twitch.

Zack set the pumpkin soup on the edge of the desk, the orange mix glinting like firelight against the candles.

"Look, man, I know you're hurting real bad right now, but... It's been five days... This isn't healthy. I mean—look around you..." He tried to crack a wan smile, gesturing toward the scattered books to no avail, with no reaction—just a faint, almost imperceptible quiver of his hair as he breathed...

Zack swallowed.

Could he even hear him...? Was he just ignoring him? Did he even know that he was standing here, beside him...? Was he that detached from reality...? How was he going to get him away to eat...?

Zack's eyes flickered, saddened.

"Hey..." He crouched down beside the older man, his voice softening with genuine concern, pleading, "...Can you hear me...?"

Nothing.

It was like he was dead.

...Or that he was dead to him.

Zack's hand dithered, hovered in the air, wondering if a tiny shake would do any good...

"Sephiroth..." he tried again with his voice, louder. "Do you know who I am...?"

Silence

"Please... answer if you know who I am..."

.Another strand quivered, shivered.

"...Sephiroth..."

Sephiroth blinked, vaguely.

"...Please..."

And an empty, beating silence was all that answered him, all that was left in the air...

Zack dropped his hand, closed his eyes, and sighed.

...Not even Angeal, just... forgot about him...

Pierced, the First stood back up, anguished eyes studying the heart-wrenching sight, watching the soulless man sit there in complete catatonia, watching as not a single part of him moved besides his eyes—ailingly scanning the text, consuming more lies, devouring more poison, addicted.

His own eyes eventually roamed to the soup on the desk, still glittering with beads of candlelight, still edible and fresh...

Zack clenched his fists...

...Well, okay. Fine. Sephiroth may have forgotten about him, but he sure as hell didn't forget about him. He was supposed to be assertive, wasn't he?... He was supposed to be his... his friend... And if there was one thing that Zack had learned through this hellfest, it was that friends didn't abandon each other; friends didn't desert; friends didn't leave each other to rot, even if one of them didn't even register he was fading away, bit by bit...

He pushed the soup a little more towards him.

"...Sephiroth, please," Zack ventured, "just eat... it's good! Me and Clou—er.. Cadet Strife—had some. It's a Nibelheim favorite!"

The First waited a beat after that, forcing himself to swallow a cold, jagged breath before continuing:

"Remember... remember what Angeal said to you? That you were haggard, lost weight...? Well, here you go, Sephiroth. You can fix your habits; you can start better ones. Just—" he nudged the soup closer, pushed it to the spine of his book—"...Just eat..."

There was another beat, another pounding silence.

"...You want me to pour it over the book, Sephiroth? 'Cause I will; I'll do it!" Zack leaned over the table, threatening to tip the bowl over. "Don't test me, man... Really! I'll do it, and then you'll have pumpkin soup all over your—..."

Something in the air stiffened, froze. The planet seemed to still. There was the sound of shifting metal, of paudrons tensing, of the next humid breath catching in Sephiroth's breath as he inhaled—his eyes widening, opening just a fraction, bristling. Responding. Reacting. Hearing...

And his voice, husky and raw and throaty, struggling to form—

"...Pumpkin soup...?"

Hearing this, Zack's heart jolted, a spark reborn in his chest. Why respond to that, the flavor of soup he delivered...? He didn't know, and he didn't even care. He didn't even think it mattered: Sephiroth was responding to something, listening to him...!

He almost forgot to respond himself.

"Y-yeah...!" Zack brightened, "It's pumpkin soup, made from scratch! Well, uh, pumpkin puree, anyway... So I guess it's not completely organic, though it's still..."

His voice trailed off, however, upon seeing the way Sephiroth's shoulders were... stiffening? Rising? Falling? No, wait—they were shaking... A-and that sound, that choked intake of oxygen, the rattling breath...

Was... was he...?

The soft, damp plunk against the open book was all he needed to know.

"I... I..." Sephiroth stammered, still struggling to get the words out... "I..."

Zack's heart contorted, sharpened. “Sephiorth..."

"I... I..." The man kept trying, weakly shaking his head, curling and uncurling his hands... "I... I… I had..." —A thick, unsteady swallow—"...A dream once... about it..."

Zack blinked, trying to gather as much as he could, trying to understand. "A dream... about pumpkin soup?"

Sephiroth's hands twitched, curled. "Y-y... y-yes..."

Another teardrop splashed, blotting some inky sentence that Zack could not make out:

"...M-my... my... Mother... g-g-ave... it to me..."

Zack's soul was twisting into knots, digesting what he could from his friend's throaty speech, his own eyes widening slightly. "...Mother?" he breathed, mainly for himself. "...Jenova?"

The question clogged Sephiroth's next breath, made it hitch.

Jenova was an excavated...

No such luck...

Poor, poor Sephiroth...

My mother's... cells...?

You never met your mother, have you...?

Another teardrop splashed.

"...Y-yes..."

The sheer pain in his voice, the anguish... Zack's eyes throbbed with ache, sympathy, and understanding; he had to handle the rest delicately; he had to play it smart, or Ifrit knew what kind of eruption he may unleash.

"Hey... can I ask you a question?"

Sephiroth's silence spoke volumes.

"...In your dream," Zack started, balancing glass and fire on his tongue, "was your mother... a monster?"

Sephiroth didn't respond for many beats, didn't make a sound... but Zack knew he heard the question, processed it. He could see the way his brow twitched, thinking and remembering how the agony of the memory weighed down on him like lead, poisoning him, afflicting him...

And at last, an exhale.

"...No," he said, brittle, and the man lifted his gaze, as if he was realizing the weight of his words, understanding them. "She was... human."

It was the answer Zack had been hoping to hear.

"Then, well..." He cracked a small, sad, honest smile, gazing into those hazy irises as if to speak into his soul, "Isn't that all that matters, pal? How you perceive her? Not what nonsense Genesis says, but... but how you see her, Sephiroth... and how you see yourself." He leaned forward, gingerly closing the book, nudging the cover down without protest. "And, well... if you always saw her as human, and you believed yourself to be human after all this time, then, well... nothing should change the way you view yourself: not these books, not Genesis... nothing. Nothing at all."

Plunk, plunk, plunk.

Finally, Zack reached out, crouching down, placing a caring, supportive hand on his friend's trembling shoulder, wishing he could give the unyielding metal a squeeze:

"It's okay, buddy... it's okay."

"I... I... I'm so..."

"It's alright now... it's alright."

"I... I..."

"I know, pal... it's a lot. It's a lot..."

He didn't know what it was like, discovering that so much of your life was a lie, following that unraveling thread down to its roots, desperate to know the truth: He didn't know what it was like to feel wrong in his own skin, feeling disgusting and misplaced by existing, by being born. He didn't even know what it was like to grow up without a mother.

Yet, he did know one thing...

"Hey..." He brought his voice down to a kind, velvety whisper, his mako eyes shimmering against the thick darkness, "I know it's not the same as a parent, but... I'm here, Sephiroth. I'm here for you. I care about you. And I'm not going anywhere..."

Plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk...

The droplets fell rhythmically against the paper, against the desk, the carpet...

...And they fell rhythmically against his own uniform as, slowly, Sephiroth pillowed his head against his shoulder, closing his eyes—seeking shelter, warmth, comfort.

Zack's arms were around him before the shock could even spark.

"...I..."

"Hey... it's okay..."

"I... I'm sorry..."

"It's okay... You're hurting..."

"I-I thought... if I learned..."

"I know, buddy..."

"...I would feel full..."

"I know... I know..."

"Now... now I'm empty... and I don't know what to do..."

Zack's eyes softened at this, glistened. "Well... I have one idea—just... just to start..." He nodded toward the soup bowl, smiled somberly, "...I think you should eat something... Just to, y'know, recharge. We can go from there."

There was another beat, and Sephiroth nodded against his shoulder, slowly peeling himself off the dampened clothing. He dabbed at his eyes, still shimmering.

"...Thank you, Zack."

Zack's heart bloomed.

"Of course..." His smile broadened, softened. "Now eat up! Hopefully it's not too cold by now."

Sephiroth huffed, which had to be a damp, throaty laugh, and he reached for the nearby bowl, pulling it close... Then stared at it for several beats, blinking, canting his head.

"What's wrong?" Zack frowned.

"Am I supposed to... eat this with my hands?"

"Huh?"

Sephiroth cleared his throat, almost scoffed. "There's no spoon," he said matter-of-factly.

Zack's cheeks flared faster than a firecracker.

"...Oh, shoot..."

"Did you forget the spoon?"

Zack rubbed his neck, suddenly sheepish. "...I may have been a bit focused on the soup part..." He rippled off into an embarrassed chuckle: "...Guess we gotta go back to the inn..." —then, adding in realization—"Guess you've been down here long enough, anyway. Let's get out of here..."

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Of course, being the chef, Zack was naturally curious about how the soup tasted, once they were settled back in the inn...

But he couldn't have ever predicted the response he got, couldn't have ever prepared himself for the warm smile his friend shared with him as, putting down the spoon into the empty bowl, he said:

"It tastes like home."

[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt.3

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So it's finally here! Tbe 3rd part of my fanfic.I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry - 3

Pain is something that can be forgotten if that one person that you love gives you a smile. Butterflies, jitters, rainbows! Yea, that's my heart right now. I can melt right away. Right in front of him. Pierre Gasly has a beautiful smile!

Those sparkling eyes when he smiles has the power to light up my whole world. But why did he smile at me today?

Let me tell you what exactly happened.

I woke up a little late today because of all the crying I did yesterday. I went into the washroom to take a shower and freshen up and when I saw myself in the mirror I was scared of myself! Like seriously I look like a fucking zombie! Tear stains and melted mascara stains all over my face. But what's worse are my eyes. They were blood red and super swollen. No makeup, no face wash could cover that shit up. But I couldn't let Pierre see me like that. So the only thing that I could think of was wearing sunglasses. BIG BLACK SUNGLASSES! That too inside the house cause I wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside unless it was one of his races or events, where we'd have to pretend to be a super happy and In love kind of a couple. Life Sucks for me. Anyways I changed and was going to go down when I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Other than me no one usually goes inside the kitchen , so who might it be?

A little bit curious and also frightened I went inside the kitchen only to find my ever charming husband sporting the brightest radiant smile I've ever seen. My Husband Pierre Gasly! Standing right there with black shorts and a tight fitting black tshirt. His muscles stretching and struggling from it. The tshirt seems to be too tight but he still looks like a prince.

To be very honest it was a bit weird for me. Okay chuck it! It was very weird for me but I just played it cool by returning a very awkward smile to him.

" Good morning and thanks Y/n" Woah! That was the first time he actually wished me good morning. I seriously felt like I was on cloud 9 but I don't really keep high hopes in life anymore since I have lost a lot of things in this journey.

"Good morning to you too , but why thank you?"

"Oh! Yes, actually thank you for yesterday. You prepared the soup and the medicine for Julia" those words made me want to stab myself . After a whole night of torture and tears he finally finally smiled at me for the first time and that too the reason was Julia. That bitch of a step sister. Who is stealing my husband day by day from me. But who cares if the person who's supposed to actually care does not care about me.

I sometimes think if he ever thinks about me? About my happiness or, I'm just a mere housemate for him? Actually what's funny is that even the housemates are treated better than I am . Also I'm a bit disappointed. Why did he not ask me why was I wearing those hideous sunglasses? Why was I late to wake up this morning? But no, no questions of such were asked by him.

But you know what? I'm not complaining cause this was the first time he actually smiled at me properly.

That's all I've ever wanted. A little bit of genuine recognition from him. Not because of the camera's, not because of the families. Not pretentious.

And so I , Mrs.Y/n Gasly is again LOST!

LOST in His Radiant Smile!

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

@peachiicherries @crimeshowjunkie @oblomovissad @torossosebs @janeholt3

[mythological-mayhem]

Hi!, this is anon who asked you what type of music the 4 tezcatlipocas would listen to. This will be a long question so take your time reading it you don’t need to answer it right away :)

Am here, to ask about how you and your buddies sort y’all’s information about not only Aztec but other pantheons, as well the country/culture that pantheon is from.

Am creating a story about characters getting chosen or trained to be a god's “champion” like they’re here to represent the god and help people by fighting monsters. Some champions aren’t gonna be the same as their god (for example Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl don’t usually get along with one another, but their champions do. Huitzilopochtli is more stoic and quiet while his champion is more outgoing and fun)

You can send this question to other blogs that tackle mythology too or could send ideas about some character designs they wish people added into a mythology series

You can call me pen anon for now thank you :)

-🖋️anon

Heya pen anon! Side note before I start rambling I really enjoyed your last ask :D

I just want to start by saying that your idea seems awesome, it's a great and creative concept (is it going to be posted anywhere? I'd definitely want to check it out when it's done if thats possible haha)! I also want to say that I'm still learning about Aztec mythology and the countless myths and I'm still learning about a lot of them (same goes for other mythologies!)

As for getting information, all you need to do is a quick google search for different gods and myths. Some sources are more official and go into more depth about different aspects of the mythology, whilst others just give a brief recap. For Aztec mythology, I recommend you to go to mayaincaaztec.com and click on "aztec religion".

Another source of information is Youtube. Specifically, I like the channel "overly sarcastic productions" because they organize different myths into 15-20 min videos and also make it humorous, fun, and enjoyable to watch.

As for organizing information, I'm not very good at it lol I kind of just remember random stuff. But there are going to be myths that are more famous and spoken about such as the Aztec five suns myth or greek heroes like achilles and Hercules, etc etc. And then there are going to be myths that are more obscure myths, like those that entail the creation of a certain plant or animal or such. If you're going to write a story, I recommend making a google docs or just memorizing which of the bigger myths you want to have play a bigger impact on the gods' personalities + their relationships with one another, and which ones will just be cool "oh yeah I did that once" memories for them.

Again im kind of unorganized lol, so this is the best advice I have, sorry. Thanks for the ask!

Tagging my mythology buddies to see if they want to share their methods:

@h0bg0blin-meat

@mythos-soup

@15pantheons

[newvillainontheblock]

pelipper mail: more soup and bread and a message:

heya. haven't seen any posts in a bit - thought i'd send some more food in case you collapsed from hunger or anything. i hope that's not the case and you're just busy, but, well, food good either way.

i-we-whichever are... stable enough, if you were wondering. i really appreciate all the help before. i know you said you didn't want/need help besides needing food, so instead of asking anyway, i'll just say that if that changes, you know where we are, okay? i know you have different standards right now, but i do consider you a friend. just so you're aware :)

....huh y'all sorted your shit out

.......i...don't think i'll need your help, but i'll remember you said that

.....and sure fine whatever you want to think, know it's wrong anyway

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 566, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1260

“Heya MC.”

I looked up from where I was making a small pot of chicken noodle soup and saw my baby sister. She had wrapped the soft afghan from the foot of her bed around herself and Mittens trotted next to her, looking quite pleased with herself.

“Sammi, hey!” I greeted her as Peter did the dishes in the sink. “The kids are all watching a Disney movie in the back room if you want to join them. Or are you hungry? I made you some chicken noodle soup!”

Sammi’s tummy let out a cry for attention just then.

“Say no more- take a seat,” I urged her, pointing with my lips to the kitchen island, where she tugged out a chair and took a seat.

“Peter, if anything happens to me, I really want you and MC to get custody of Baby Noah.”

I poured some soup into a bowl, setting it in front of my baby sister as I pressed a sweet kiss to her temple.

“I’m already a step ahead of you there,” Peter chuckled fondly. “I’ve already gotten in touch with a lawyer, but he’ll need you to sigh some things- I’m having him send over the paperwork to the family’s PO box.”

“You are the best!” Sammi sagged in her seat, pushing her now empty bowl off in front of her, signaling that she was done eating. “So now what?”

“Can you clarify on what you mean by so what now?” I requested of her, taking a seat next to her.

“i remember Dr. Lamb telling me that my high sex drive was caused by the mass in my brain and that the medication he has me on will not only make it shrink in on itself but kill my need to fuck multiple times a day,” she explained. “I built much of my life around being a professional slut- I mean, I still work at the tattoo parlor, but really, what now?”

“You graduated from college, right?” Peter asked, finishing up with the dishes. He turned the water off and dried his hands off on a dish towel. “You got you four year degree in fashion business management from the Fashion Institute of Technology if I remember correctly.” He caught the expression on my face and chuckled. “You told me at the beginning of our relationship, sweetheart.”

“Did I really now?” I blinked, trying to remember. “I’m afraid I do not recall that.”

“Wow, you really remembered that?” Sammi blinked, obviously impressed with my husband’s memory.

“I remember everything that my sweetheart tells me,” he bragged, puffing himself out.

“Uh huh…” I loved my big beefy silver daddy to bits and pieces, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if I really believed him being able to recall everything that I have ever said to him in the four years that we had known each other.

“Hey sweetheart, Sammi, what do you want to tell the kids?” The thought flitted across his mind just then, distracting me from his unproven statement.

“MC? What do you advise?” Sammi asked, turning to me, a more experienced mother.

“Um…” I drew my lower lip in and began to nibble at it. “Well, let’s try to keep it simple, that Sammi is sick and that the hospital will make her feel better, okay?”

“That sounds good!” Sammi hummed. “Hey, where will Baby Noah sleep?”

“Wif mesies!” Baby Tommy announced as he skipped into the kitchen, his little man dollie tucked under an arm. “Mesies and Baa bee Nono have sweep ova’!”

“A sleepover?” I giggled as the kids trickled in just then, their movie clearly having ended. “Well alright then!”

“Now that everyone’s here again,” Sammi shuffled in her seat, drawing her blankie in tighter around her. “Kids, I’m sick, but the hospital is helping me.”

“Sammi…” I clucked before clarifying for the kids. “Auntie Sammi is sick, yes. But she is receiving top notch care at the hospital, as she just stated. So for the unforeseen future, both she and Baby Noah will be staying here with us.”

Elizabeth and Katie both exchanged looks, and I knew that they knew something.

“Mesies and Baa bee Nono sweepi now,” Baby Tommy announced just then, his younger cousin letting out a comically loud yawn.

“Katie and I will pull out an air mattress and get Baby Noah settled in!” Elizabeth announced before herding everyone off again.

“Such sweet kids,” Sammi commented with a smile. “But anyway, coming back from a life where I was the slut who loved a good fucking will be…”

“A challenge, I’m quite certain of it,” I finished up for her. “Sammi, listen. Peter and I have some rules for you to follow while you’re staying here.”

“Such as?” she asked, accepting a glass of water as Peter handed it over to her.

“No doing OnlyFans in the house, no one night stands, and no crass language in the presence of the kids,” I told her with a firm look. “Peter will be your ride to and from the doctor’s for checkup appointments in regards to your brain tumor.”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “But can I make a post up onto @SammiXxXHeart up on Instagram? Just saying that I’ll be going on a hiatus to focus on my mental health?”

“That sounds reasonable,” I agreed with a hum. “My love?”

“Just don’t tag us or the kids or the house or anything,” he warned her as she began noodling around on her cell phone.

“Okay, will do,” she flashed a crooked smile at the two of us before excusing herself to go to bed. “Oh, hello there!”

I looked and saw Elizabeth and Katie both behind the short wall between the kitchen and entryway.

“Auntie Sammi has a tumor in her head?” Elizabeth asked, her lower lips tremoring as her hazel blue eyes shone with tears.

“Come here now girls!” Sammi held her arms open for the both of them. “I am in good hands now, do you hear me? Your parents and my doctor all know what they’re doing. I will be fine now, alright?”

“Now, go on up to bed, won’t you two now?” I clucked at them. “It’s past your bedtimes, and you both have school tomorrow!”

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[blackknightgargiefoodtopia]

Bite

Heya, peeps~! Got me a bunch of new places that I managed to go during those times that I actually go out and tried something new. So let's get started with Bite.

Location: Kiulap area, right behing Sim Kim Huat Supermarket

Setting: Very minimalistic, with an Oriental flair to it, and apparently they have downstairs and upstairs dining

Our set meal

Close up shots of our food

Technically we came here out of a whim, to try something new and just so happen to stumble upon this new restaurant. Well, it looked new to us at the time, anyways. Who knows how long it had already set up shop. We didn't know either that it only specializes in bah kut teh food and nothing else when we looked at the menu, so yeah, it was a pretty refreshing experience.

The food was pretty good too, taste exactly how a bah kut teh should, though I guess the soup SLIGHTLY less flavourful than the ones sold in Red Leaf or Golden Leaf, but still acceptable. The set meal I ordered, which was pork trotters, was definitely delicious with the amazing fat and the rich sauce that comes with it with a hint of spiciness due to the chili they may have put inside. Wasn't really sure how the set meal of my buddy tasted like, but it looked amazing visually.

So those who have a craving for bah kut teh and don't want to wait in line forever to get a seat at the more popular restaurants, you can come and try here. Totes recommended.

Overall rating:

[imbonewary]

Shifting Sans Chapter 13 "Lucky 13"

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 14

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The smell of warm, savory tomatoes invited me into the Snowdin house as I followed Frisk inside.

“I didn’t have much time to make anything fancy,” Papyrus lamented, heading straight for the kitchen. “So I’ve made some tomato soup and grilled cheese BLTs.”

“Just threw that together, huh?” Frisk teased, flopping onto the entire couch. “Smells good.”

“Frisk, don’t take up the whole couch,” Chara chided and Papyrus froze, plate of sandwiches in hand. He glanced at me and I shrugged with an easy grin. He relaxed, but only a bit, as he delivered the plate to the table, next to a glitter covered rock on another plate. Just like the pet rock my brother fed sprinkles to...

I guess Papyrus knows I know about the kids now. Focus on the present, Sans Serif, not the past. 

“I apologize, Papyrus,” Chara said, appearing in the middle of the room. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s… fine, Chara,” Papyrus couldn’t quite swallow his huff, balancing three bowls of soup. Among his confusing mix of emotions, why was he feeling disappointed? “Come on, we have to eat somewhat quickly so I can deliver Alphys her lunch as well; she's waiting on us.”

“Sounds good to me,” Frisk rolled off the couch and headed for the table with a hungry look.

“Maybe don’t eat so fast this time, though,” Chara advised, floating behind him. “Alphys can wait a few extra minutes while you eat properly.”

“You just don’t like feeling stuffed,” Frisk replied, sticking his tongue out at her. “Maybe you should stay out of my body if you don’t like it.”

Chara sighed in annoyance, with an undercurrent of guilt.

“Papyrus, we have some good news for you,” she changed the subject. He looked up, having just finished setting the table. “Frisk and I no longer have access to the reset power.”

Papyrus blinked at her a few times.

“You… what…?”

“That’s mostly why we wanted to see you today,” Chara continued while Frisk watched in open amusement as he grabbed a sandwich. “We wanted to Save after breaking the barrier but weren’t able to, no matter how hard we tried. We’ve just been so busy we haven’t had a chance to speak with you about it until now.”

“You can’t… it’s gone?” Papyrus breathed and I couldn’t help but think of my own reaction to the news. “You don’t… o-oh my god, it’s… been a part of my life for so long, I… I’ll need a minute to… to process this.”

He sat down heavily at the head of the table and just… stared into space while his emotions felt like the equivalent of shallow breaths, dull and distant but swirling quickly, all while Frisk continued to watch in amusement as he munched on his sandwich. I sat on the long side of the table with him, putting Frisk between me and Papyrus, as I pulled a bowl of soup towards me, reaching for a sandwich.

“Well, while Papyrus uh, processes that,” Chara said. “Serif, you mentioned you wanted help coming up with names, right?”

“oh, yeah,” I glanced at Papyrus, he remembers I’m from an alternate universe, right? “I should come up with a list of people that need to be renamed but uh, I dunno how much help Pap is gonna be at this point.”

Papyrus looked at me with wide, blank eyes, barely registering my presence. “Serif?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Right, I forgot you retired before I picked my new name. Heya, I’m Serif the Skeleton,” I waved. “Since I’m living with your Sans it made more sense for me to take on a new name while I’m here, being the visitor and all,” I explained, catching him up on my thought process. “And since everyone I used to know seems to have some kind of counterpart here, it made sense to rename them too so I could talk about them more freely without letting on that I’m from another universe entirely.”

“Right…”

I Finally got a chance to take a bite of the sandwich and oh my god it was delicious! Crisp lettuce, crispy bacon, and sweet tomato slices between melted cheese on toasted bread…

“Mm! This is really good!” I praised, taking another bite.

“Of course it’s good!” Papyrus preened, apparently shook out of his former stupor. “I am the one who made it, after all!”

“Welcome back, Pap,” Frisk snickered between bites, dipping his sandwich in the soup. Oh right, I almost forgot about the soup.

“Y-yes, well,” Papyrus cleared his throat, blushing slightly.

“Cut yourself some slack, buddy,” I said, washing down the sandwich with some soup. Yummy. “If your experience with resets was anything like mine it’ll take some adjustment. Don’t push yourself just ‘cause you think you have to.”

“And you’ve got us to help you too,” Frisk smirked, exuding mischief. “Lucky you, huh?”

Papyrus growled, positively bristling with a deep-seated hatred. This reaction only seemed to amuse Frisk further while Chara gaped at him, appalled. While the exact reason was lost on me, it was obvious Frisk had said something triggering. 

“Frisk!” Chara recovered first. “I thought you knew better than that!”

“Just because I know doesn’t mean I care,” Frisk responded, still smiling. “Besides, Pap can take a little teasing.”

“Playing with triggers is not “a little teasing”, kid,” my permanent smile had dropped. “But uh, what part of that should I not be repeating?”

Papyrus sighed, rubbing his face with a hand, while Chara looked uncomfortable and Frisk finished off his sandwich, happily sipping his soup. I’m really starting to resent this kid.

“I guess now is as good a time as any to share part of my story,” Papyrus said tersely, glaring at the ground. “I mentioned I’m the clone of the former Royal Scientist. Well, I’m the thirteenth and most successful attempt he made at cloning himself, even though I’m still not a Boss Monster like he was. I became his assistant and favorite test subject, called 13 whenever we were in the labs and “Lucky” anytime I had to interact with the general public. Upon escape, I chose the name “Papyrus” instead.”

“Ah, as a fellow favorite test subject, I feel your pain,” I cringed slightly as I nodded, trying not to think of my own time in the Labs. Great pun potential but best to avoid that for now. “Thanks for trusting me with that.”

“I’m one of the most well-known Lab survivors,” he replied with a shrug. “You’d have heard about it eventually. And your… Royal Scientist got to you too, then?”

“Yeah, arranged an “accident” for my parents to trick me and Pap- I mean, my younger brother,” I quickly corrected. “As test subjects, using him as blackmail to keep me in line. Not fun.”

“I see,” Papyrus nodded in solidarity. I think we may actually have something to bond over, sad as it is. “So, what was all that about new names again? I was distracted.”

Distracted. That’s one way to put it.

“Right, so just like I have the new name "Serif",” I allowed the subject change. “I decided to rename some of the more important people from my past life too, so I can talk about them more freely without anyone getting suspicious, or having to constantly take ownership of them like saying “my Alphys” and “your Alphys”.”

“Right, that makes sense.”

“And I’ve already got a name for your Gaster,” Frisk piped in and both me and Papyrus flinched at the name.

“Frisk,” Chara said in warning. He waved her off.

“Since he tricked you, what about “Guile”? It sounds like it could be a cool, regular name, right? There's an old video game I like with a character named Guile.”

“Guile,” I tried out the name. It didn’t feel too bad, at least. “Ok, I think I can live with that, especially if it means I don’t have to hear his actual name as much, let alone say it.”

“Frisk, give me your phone,” Chara said, holding out her hand. He did, smacking his lips as he finished his soup. Fingertips glowing slightly, she began typing away at the touch screen. “I had a thought for Serif’s younger brother but I need to look it up first. Papyrus is a font, of course, but it got its name from the type of paper used in ancient Egypt. I’m looking up the name of the plant it's made of..."

“Huh, good thinking kiddo,” I praised and I felt her delight as she smiled, along with jealous streak from Frisk. Well, maybe I’d praise you, too, if you weren’t such a little shit all the time.

“Cyperus papyrus,” Chara read. “Also called papyrus sedge, paper reed, Indian matting plant and Nile grass.”

“Cyperus sounds pretty cool for a name,” I nodded. “I can live with calling my little brother Cyperus.”

We all collectively jolted at a loud alarm sound from the phone formerly in Chara’s hand, as she’d dropped it on Frisk’s head in surprise. Frisk fumbled but caught the phone, despite the head injury, and answered it, speaking a little too quickly.

“Hey, hi, yes, hello!” he verbally fumbled. “What, no, we totally didn’t forget to call you, Sans! Ha ha, what a silly thing to say!”

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Heya! Im Lilith and I wanted to send you a writing request for Zagreus of that's cool with you? The premise being Zagreus discovering. Future s/o fem reader is a being that isn't a god but isn't mortal either that has the power of light? I wonder how he would react along with him falling for them? Sorry of that's really confusing and you don't have to if you don't want to, just remember to drink some water and rest!!!

Shine Your Way

Zagreus x female!reader.

Word count: 4.2

Warnings: some kissing, brief mentions of blood, fighting, birth. No beta

A/N: Heya Litith, first off thank you so much for your patience! I wanted to make sure I got the prompt right. I hope you like it! And thanks for the reminder for water and rest.  The same goes for you, okay? Your prompt was a light to me in this crazy time. 💜

For context: I found out that Phoenix were not only red and orange but were thought to be a purple reddish bird. And I like the idea of names having powers, so that’s kinda of stuff show up in the fic.

~

Once, there was a kind and naive Phoenix. She was your mother.

What came wasn’t her fault but she was the cause.  Her only mistake was falling in love with a mortal.

Your birth came with a prophecy, one whispered in your mother’s ear as she held on to you, bloody and wailing on her chest.

A light in the dark but one that will never be seen by mortal eyes.

~

You were in the middle of tidying up the cave that had been your home since you were young. With a cloth, you dusted off the small bookcase you had built.  Asphodel may burn but you found asylum in here, even if dark and damp.

But even now, you couldn’t help noticing how empty it was with just you here.

But the cave was your home now and forevermore. You had carefully saved up and made everything you needed for a home. A bed and a pile of blankets along with colorful tapestries to cover up the walls, all handmade by your own hands.

You only had a pot for cooking but usually the stew or pom porridge you made were enough for you.

You hummed a song to yourself as you kept cleaning, it was a simple lullaby your mother used to sing to you when you heard a scream.

A faint scream that was growing louder.

You frowned and looked toward the opening of your cave. It sounded like the screaming was getting closer somehow.

You only took a step forward when something huge flew in your home and you cried out before slapping your hands over your mouth. Your veil slipped a little from your scare, showing more of your face than normal but you were in too much shock to notice.

The body rolled and rolled before it stopped just inches from your feet and you stared down at the dark hair man. His face on the ground and all you saw was his broad shoulders and there was blood dripping from his head. He did nothing, smoke trailing upward from his skin and for a moment, you were sure he wasn’t breathing.

But then he jerked awake and groaned, “Okay, so Lernie got a really good throwing arm, who knew?”

He propped himself on his arms, his bloody head moved toward your bare feet. You saw him blinked before slowly turning his head to look at your face. His mismatched eyes- and you never seen eyes like those before- stared at your face, his mouth open to say something but he snapped his mouth shut upon seeing your face.

The man before you seemed unconcerned of the blood dripping from his face as you and he stared each other down.  Slowly he rose up, his hands palms out as if to show you he wasn't a threat but You stumbled backward, not willing to risk it.

You grabbed your broom and held it in front of you, ready to smack him if he got closer. His eyes darted around the cave, taking in your home before they landed on you. Only then did you realize that your veil had silp back and used one hand to tug it back in place.

You tighten your grip, “There is nothing worth stealing, unless you have an unusual fondness for soup. So be gone.”

His lips went up a small grin, “My apologies, Lady. I didn’t mean to come barging into your lovely home.”

You said nothing, just glared at him and his polite tone. He gave a small bow, his eyes still on your face. “My name is Zagreus, may I have yours?”

You frowned, something about the name rang a bell but you couldn’t place it for the life of you.

“No, you may not.” You said but you relaxed just a little bit. If he was going to attack, he already would have. You eyed the blood dripping from his head, lining the disappointed look on his face.

For a brief moment, you felt a twitch of guilt.  But a name would only give him power over you.

So you turned around and picked out three items for him to pick out, in effort to smooth your own guilt. You never liked seeing another person in pain, even an unwelcome guest.

You hesitated over the last item, but he didn’t have your name and it would only be good for one time.

“Here, Zagreus. You may have your pick of these.”

You offered a healing bowl of soup, an pom of power and lastly a phoenix feather. The last one caught his mismatched eyes, and how could it not.  The feather was a deep shining purple with a faint red tint but what it’s real beauty was the faint golden glow around it.

“What is this?” Zagreus asked softly, his hand hovered over it as if scared he would break it upon a single touch.

“A phoenix feather.” You said, watching him carefully. “Use this and it will create a light that will blind your foes.”

Zagreus met your gaze, and you took a sharp intake of breath. His face was solemn, his eyes bright with something you couldn’t name.

You tore your eyes away, a blush on your cheeks like you were some foolish maiden. You talked, in hopes of forgetting what happened.“It is only good for one time.  And it won’t take care of your wounds.”

You gave him a pointed stare at his head. He reached up to touch it and flinched when he found the wound. He stared at his bloody fingertips in confusion, “Ah.” He said.

“Ah.” You repeated, amused despite yourself. You took pity on him and pushed the bowl forward along with the feather.

“Just this once.” You told him.

~

It was only when you had gone to the marketplace a few days later that you learnt who Zagreus was. You tugged the veil more over your face, wanting to be unseen as much as possible.

A single shade with a loud voice stood on a boulder, to stand above the common shades. The House of Hades signet on it’s shoulder as it pulled a scroll out. You almost didn’t stay to listen once you got the loaf of bread from the shopkeeper.

“Prince Zagreus had started another escape attempt.” The shade projected to the crowds of shades, starting up more chatting and murmurs. You froze, staring at the shade.

No. No, that bleeding, mismatched eyes man and the prince couldn’t be the same person surely. His smile flashed into your mind, how he watched you move with those unusual eyes…

“The Bone Hydra had stopped him last time but Lord Hades is still seeking for more to help stop the prince in his madness.” The shade paused dramatically, “Whoever can send the prince back to the house will be rewarded handsomely.”

There was more talk among the shades and several of the bigger shades came forward to the announcer shade.

You tighten your veil around yourself, and hurried away from the crowd. It wasn’t your business, you told yourself, you have no reasons to think Zag- The Prince will return.

But you couldn’t stop the concern from forming a knot in your throat.

~

You didn’t expect Zagreus no- Prince Zagreus to return ever again but he stood at the opening of your home, a nervous smile on his face. This time he wasn’t covered in blood nor smoke coming off him.

You were surprised at how friendly he appeared to be, even with skulls that adorn his shoulder. Before they had been just as bloody as he was but now the white skulls glowed in the light of Asphodel.

Like this he almost looked like a prince, it was only the boyishly nervous smile that made him look approachable.

“May I come in?” Zagreus waited for your response but you heard the hopeful tone he had. You crossed your arms, “I suppose. But only for a little bit.”

You went back to the stew as Zagreus walked in. You stirred the pot a few more times before he got close enough for you to get a good look at him. You placed the wooden spoon in its resting place as you turned to him.

“Your Highness,You appear to be in good health.” You told him, glad to see only a few cuts on his arms. He gave you a surprise look, “Just Zagreus. I imagine busting into your home invalid the need for titles.”

You opened your mouth to disagree, you were raised as a lady and even in the underworld you still have manners. But Zagrues held a hand up, “Please. Just Zagreus. And I got you a gift.”

You blinked as he held out a perfectly round bottle with a simmering gold inside. Carefully you took it, your fingers running over the soft bow.  A gift of prized nectar, it was no small gift especially from a prince.

You looked up at Zagreus, his smile was friendly when he met your gaze. You slowly  returned the smile, “Thank you Pri- Zagreus.” You corrected yourself, if the prince wished for you to use his name so be it.

“Of course, thank you for everything even when I was unwelcomed before. You didn’t need to show such kindness to a stranger.” Zagreus shifted on his feet, bright as the magma of Asphodel.

“Nonsense, beside you wasn't the rudest guest I ever had.” You teased him.  Zagreus chuckled, “Glad to hear it.”

You offered him the three items again. To your surprise, he went for the feather again. He ran a gentle and slow finger along the edge, his mismatched eyes studied the feather like one would over a prized flower, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

You blushed, and tugged at your veil to hide your embarrassment. He smiled at you, “Thank you.”

“Of course, Zagreus. And thank you again for your gift.” You told him. You saw him off, giving him a wave before returning to the cave.

You stared at the bottle of nectar, and sighed to yourself. You were being a foolish girl.

It was a gift of gratitude, nothing more.

~

Like before, Zagreus waited by your home but this time he had an eagerness he didn’t have before or maybe you just didn’t notice.

You waved him in, busy with a new tapestry spread on your table, it was still in the process of being made. You already knew this one you would hide away. You don’t think the prince’s likeness or the sheer size of the Hydra would be caught by your hands but something in you wanted to try.

You put down your tools and stood, your back grateful for the break.

His gaze went to the tapestries and he went over to the one opposite wall of you. You knew which one caught his attention, a small phoenix being swallowed alive by flames of what should have been its rebirth but it was the last flames it will ever feel.

His back was toward you, and your eyes studied him. He wasn’t the tallest man you ever saw but there was strength in his form, a solidness that stood out against the careful details of the tapestries.

In a moment of foolishness you will curse yourself for later, alone in your bed and mother’s warning looming over your head, you walked over to him. He glanced toward you, watching you in silence as you joined him.

You didn’t meet his gaze as you held up a palm, your words soft.“I must admit the light in here doesn’t allow one to fully appreciate the details.”

You took a breath and just like that, like a rose blooming in the early morning sunlight, a light formed in your palm.

Zagreus gapsed, a hand reached to you before dropping his hand down. His eyes weren’t on the tapestry, but on you. On the light in your hand, almost white with an odd shots of colors dancing along the edge.

“How are you…” Zagreus trailed off, his eyes teamed away from the light to look at your face. His amazement made you blushed even up your ears.

“I was born with this.” You told him and held the light closer to the tapestry and he leaned forward to get a better look.  Under the phoenix, meadows that were full of colorful flowers. You swallowed down a familiar feeling of grief, You pushed it away, and just moved the light around so Zagreus could see it better. The golden thread sparkled whenever your light passed over.

Zagreus said nothing for a long moment, soaking in the artwork before him. He turned to you, that serious look on his face again. The same one when you first offered him a phoenix feather.

“You’re not a god or a mortal.” He said simply. His quiet voice was loud in the cave and you took a slow breath.

“No. I’m not, Prince Zagreus.” You closed your hand, extinguishing the light. You turned to him, face to face and studied him. You gave him a small smile, “Now I believe you have places to be. Come along now, and feel free to pick whatever you wish.”

He picked the feather again.

~

“How do you make these?” Zagreus asked, his mismatched eyes studying one of the tapestries.  The tapestry that caught his eyes this time was one of Asphodel, before the River Phlegethon had overran the meadows. You had put as many of the flowers as you could but it still didn’t come close to the gentle beauty now long gone.

“With a loom.” You replied, eyeing it. Once you get done with the current tapestry, you might try again to get Asphodel right again. The memories of the meadows were fading from your memories, and you didn’t know how many more chances you would get before it faded completely.

“These could rival some of the paintings my father commissioned.” Zagreus turned to you. He watched you moving around your small kitchen, if one could call it that, getting the soup ready.

He had become a regular visitor, often bringing nectar or even new threads for your tapestries.  And you had taken up feeding him, it was the only other thing you could do to help him.

This time he had brought you another bottle of nectar, the fifth one. You placed it with the others, tucked away safely and out of sight. If you looked at them when he was gone, that was your business.

You heard him move closer but jumped when you saw how close he got. You could easily reach out and touch him. You gave a disapproving glance, trying to slow your own heartbeat.

He gave you a cheeky grin, “Did I scare you?”

You pointed the wooden spoon at him, “You didn’t. Now shoo, I won’t give you anything if you make me burn my dinner.”

Zagreus chuckled warmly, moving the wooden spoon away from his face with a finger. “Not even a goodbye?” Zagreus asked, learning closer to you. He placed a hand on the kitchen table, almost blocking you in. His tone was quiet, his mismatched eyes bright and mischievous.

“Especially not.” You warned but a smile tugged at your mouth. you gave him a firm poke. “Now go sit down, and wait for dinner.”

Zagreus laughed as he moved away, and you told yourself that your heart wasn’t racing.

~

You knew the moment when Zagreus had reached the Bone Hydra. And your heart stopped for a moment when you heard the roar.

The Bone Hydra’s roar was becoming a regular sound in Asphodel. You watched the small rocks rolled off from the cave walls, the roar reached even you now.  The Bone Hydra’s rage at the boldness of Prince Zagreus would be known by all.

You left the scroll on your bed and walked toward the opening of your home. You saw the Hydra, far away from the safety of your cave. The terrifying beast seemed huge even from where you stood.

You closed your eyes and muttered a prayer for the prince’s safety for anyone who would listen. And watched the battle with your heart in your throat.

You only breathed a sigh of relief when the Hydra’s form shattered into brilliant lights.

With your hand over your heart, you returned to your home. You formed a light in your hand, and thought of your mother again. Of her warnings.

Never give another your name. No matter how kind they are. They all leave in the end.

~

“Could I see you do it again?” Zagreus held his hand up, “that light?”  His bowl of porridge sat in front of half- eaten on the kitchen table. He just watched you quietly, as if ready for you to say no.

You stopped working on your latest tapestry, the one with Zagreus and the Bone Hydra battling. Thankfully the prince was well-mannered and hadn't taken a peek, you weren’t sure what to tell him if he saw. You looked toward Zagreus, his face was calm but you saw the faint hope in his eyes.

Wordlessly you stood and walked over to him, you held your hand out and breathed slowly. The light formed, leaping from your palm as if it wanted to greet Zagreus itself. He stood and watched the light dance in your palm. Brief colors danced along the orb.

He moved and stood in front of you, his mismatched eyes wide in amazement.just like the first time he saw it.

Zagreus moved his hand up and cupped your hand with his palm, holding your hand up. You took a sharp breath, not brave enough to meet his eyes. You just let him hold your hand up as the light moved around, brushing sweetly against his fingertips before darting away.

“I have never seen anything like this.” Zagreus said. You saw his smile in the hall-second you were able to look at him. You were grateful for the veil that helped hide your face and your blush.

This was almost too close, too intimate but you found you couldn’t pull away, didn’t want to pull away.

“It is pretty useful but the most I could do in a battle was blind the others, before fleeing.” You laughed. “But at least I’m never in the dark.”

“Wait. Shades have tried to fight you?” His voice went cold, sharp like the sword he carried. And you looked up at him, the veil tipping back enough that you knew he could see your face. You never heard his voice change like before.

“Not in a while.” You said. His fingers curled around your hand but he kept his hold gentle.  Zagreus stayed silent for several heartbeats. Then he let go of your hand.

You found yourself missing the warmth but said nothing. You stopped the light on your palm with some mild disappointment, no one else had ever wanted to see your power before and there was a part of you that wanted Zagreus close.

Zagreus silently dug through his pouch, his brow furrowed in anger.

You hesitated but reached out to touch his bare shoulder, “Forgive me I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He looked up at you, his face still serious. “You did nothing wrong. Ah, here it is.” He pulled out a signet with the mark of Hades on it. He took your hand and placed it gently in your palm.

“Zagreus- I can’t- this isn’t mine.” You stuttered, even the weight of the signet seemed to be too much for you. He pushed your fingers over the signet, covering your hand with both of his.

“But it is mine. And I decide who gets it. I want you to have it.” Zagreus leaned close, a hairbreadth away from you. You just nodded and Zagreus smiled slowly, “Good. If you ever need me, just call for me. And I will come. Promise me you will use it.”

“Alright. I promise.” You whispered, your heart pounding. You were sure he could see your blush, hear your heartbeats but he was a gentleman, a true prince and moved away.

“I have to go.” He said and you heard the regret in his voice.

“I know.” You replied. “Thank you Zagreus.”

Later you turned the signets over and over your hands. You closed your eyes, and thought about how his hands felt against yours. How he looked at you, like you were something priceless.

You thought of the heartbreak your mother stuffered. And wondered if you were doomed to the same fate of loving someone who will only leave you in the end.

~

One day, something changed.

“I got close, I saw the doors of the underworld.” He said, his face pale in the dark. You just smiled, trying to comfort him and yourself. “I know you’ll get out someday, Zagreus.”

You left him for a moment and returned with a feather, the brightest one you had.

Zagreus caught your hand when you handed him the phoenix feather.

You gasped and looked up at him. You tried not think how small your hand was in his hand, how much rougher and warmer they felt against your skin.

Zagreus held your hand gently, keeping the feather safe between yours and his hand. You knew you could pull away and step back if you wanted to, his hand was so, so gentle around yours.

“May I ask you something, Lady?” He asked softly. That serious look on his face again, his mismatched eyes studied your face. You suspected he wanted to pushed the veil away from your face but his manners kept him from doing so.

“You may, Prince Zagreus.” You said, using his formal title as a warning. As a reminder of his place and yours.  He gave you a small, warm smile, and your heart fluttered.

“What are you?” He whispered. You said nothing, just stared at him. But he just stood there, holding your hand like he had all the time in the world. With the faint candlelights, and the seriousness of his face, he looked like a prince for the first time since he landed in your home.

“I think you know, Zagreus.” You whispered. You wanted to yank back, to shove him away because how dare he? How dare he come into your home, befriend you and make you feel things you haven’t before? How dare he look at you with such fondnesses. With such love.

“I do. A phoenix.” He responded, still quiet. “But I don’t even have a name to call you by. To remember you by.”

You bit your lip and stared down at the feather. You thought of your mother again and wanted to laugh, you really were her daughter. But if he wanted more, he would have to give something in return you thought.

“Why are you trying to leave?” Your eyes shot up to him, and in a moment of boldness, you pushed the veil totally off your face. Honestly you thought he would’ve dropped your hand, just as unwilling as you were to open up. Zagreus blinked, his fingers twitched against your hand.

He stared at you as his other hand reached up. He caressed your cheek, making you take a sharp breath.

But then he surprised you. “I’m looking for my mother.” Zagreus said, his eyes darted away from you, his face pained. “I need to know why she left when I was born.”

You stared, unable to form words. Your chest ached for him at that moment.

And you knew it was too late for you. That he didn’t know it yet but he had you, all of you.

You knew he would wait for you to come to him. And you could make him wait even longer, you could make him wait for untold centuries to give him a response and he would, for you.

But you didn’t want to. You wanted to hear your name again, you wondered how Zagreus would say it.

You needed to know.

You leaned over to him, your lips brushing against his cheek and whispered your name against his ear.

He repeated it, in reverence, lovingly.

Like a prayer.

~

You remembered when you heard Zagreus, prince of the underworld and son of Hades, had finally got out.

You weeped both in shame for not being more happy for Zagreus and for your own broken heart.

But just as you knew Zagreus would wait for you, you would do the same for him. Even if you knew it was unlikely he would return.

~

It was a quiet day when you heard a faint hello from the opening of your cave.

You gasped when you saw him again, standing at the opening of the cave. You thought you would never see him again.

You dropped your tools as he entered the cave, a slight grin on his face.  You stood up and slowly moved toward him, tears burning your eyes.

You met halfway and he held you, warm and solid and he was actually here. You sobbed as you tighten your arms around him. You felt a hand on your head as Zagreus muttered comforting words to you.

He just said your name again and again like his personal prayer. He pressed a kiss against your veil. You tugged the veil off and he cupped your cheek.

“I came back.” Zagreus said finally, and you sniffed laughing a little from the sheer overwhelming emotion.

“You did.” You agreed. You pulled back but stayed in his arms, “I didn’t think you would.”

Zagreus pressed his forehead against yours, “I know.”

You and him held on to each other, hearts lighter for the first time in forever.

“Will you show me the light again?” He asked softly. You met his beautiful, mismatched eyes and held up your palm.

“Always.”

[littlebigmouse]

TMA MAG44

"I've been doing some digging into Tim"

I did an almost-spit-take. Jon. Jon. Right in front of my soup.

I wonder if Jon is aware that he can just talk to his coworkers. For all intents and purposes, a question about work motivation in a bloody insane supernatural office is entirely reasonable, especially if Jon is their defacto boss.

Imagine something like this:

"Hey Tim, I'm glad i could catch you on your break."

"Oh, heya Jon, what's up?"

"I'd just been wondering... How are you holding up after the attack?"

"Oh, well, needs must and all that... Not too great, I must admit. You?"

"Well, I've certainly slept better."

"Yeah, you don't look so well, Jon. You have us all worried, you know."

"It's nothing I can't handle. I figured you'd share the sentiment."

"I suppose."

"I was just curious... I'd been thinking recently, and I was wondering... Tim, why are you stil here?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I mean, the attack was horrifying. Escpecially for you. I wouldn't have blamed you if you had quit on the spot."

"Oh. Oh you know, I... Look. Do you know why I started working at the Institute?"

"I don't think you've mentioned."

"I used to work at this publishing house before, right. Until one day, a series of strange events happened that lead to one of my coworkers going missing. I'd been told not to pursue the manner and the rest of the company seemed adamant to pretend nothing had happened, but I know what I'd seen that night. I'm an anthropologist at heart, I knew I wouldn't be able to let it go. And besides, the work her is incredibly fascinating even if I'm not finding the exact answers I'm seeking, or really, no answers at all, most of the time. But ever since then, I decided I needed to know, out of scientific curiosity for sure, but also so I could prevent someone else from just blindly stumbling into things way bigger than they can handle. ... It hit me hard to find that had happened to me, now, but that's why I can't quit now more than ever, you know?"

"Wow, Tim, I had no idea. Thank you for sharing this with me. I really feel like we've grown closer as coworkers now due to this bonding moment. I can't believe I was ready to lose sleep over this, as this is a perfectly reasonable explanation for my questions."

Aaaand scene. But no. Instead, Jon is distracted with... frankly an innocious and not really relevant question, although now I really hope I do get a statement on Tim and whatever motivated him to join the archives. Do I smell character depth? :3

Wow, Martin got a REALLY good look at that picture, huh.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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[duplicitywrites]

pspspspsp heya dupli i have a list of. questions you can answer if you feel so obliged

1. what was the fic you wrote that went the smoothest ?

2. what is your favourite/fic series that you’ve written for the two frenemies

3. what is the favourite variation of tomarry you’ve written

4. if tom became a worm what do you think harry would do

many thank and hug

HELLO thank you for your curiosity. i will try to answer these.

QUESTION ONE: what was the fic you wrote that went the smoothest ?

if i'm being dramatic and a masochist, then everything i write is some form of torture. the more realistic answer is that there are actually quite a few stories that just kind of flowed out of me.

i mostly judge smoothness based on how fast i was able to write it, so i'll name a few here of my older works that fit the bill since i can't really pick one shining example.

But For You, I Did (20976 words)

this is my most kudosed fic on AO3, i think i wrote it in a little over a week?

When 11-year-old Tom Riddle finally arrives at Platform 9 and ¾, he meets fifth-year Prefect Harry Evans, a Muggleborn Slytherin at the top of his year.

The Office Tribute (12433 words)

i was flying by the seat of my pants with this one. writing it was a daze

Tom Riddle is a domineering boss with a stick up his ass, and Harry has just volunteered for the potentially lethal task of getting him to cheer the hell up.

Eudaimonia (15643 words)

i think this was three days? of writing, then however long editing took afterwards

Harry travels back in time to save Merope Gaunt from dying. He takes her in, heals her illness, helps her when she gives birth to her son... and then falls prey to her love potion.

Thanks for Harry (4313 words)

slapped this one out in a day

One night, Tom gets drunk and sends a fancy thank-you card to Harry's parents, thanking them for bringing their son into the world. The problem? He and Harry aren't actually together.

On the Hotline (8268 words)

also only took a day. but i was writing literally all day

When Harry calls an assassin hotline, he's expecting it to be a fun prank that's good for a laugh. What he gets is Tom Riddle, a budding assassin who takes his job very seriously.

more answers under the cut!

QUESTION TWO: what is your favourite/fic series that you’ve written for the two frenemies

every time someone asks me this i get a year knocked off my lifespan. i have too many children to be able to pick favourites 😭  😭  so my answer is: sorry... i have no answer? once my children get too old i even start to ignore them. it’s not a good way to live my life.

QUESTION THREE: what is the favourite variation of tomarry you’ve written

i actually have vague mental categories of all the tomarry dynamics i write in my head. there are concepts that float around in my tomarrymort brain soup.

some of these concepts are simple like ‘simp tom’ and ‘low self-esteem harry’, but some of them are more complex like... ‘harry is an absolute crackhead and tom is both a danger slut and a morosexual’.

i don’t have a favourite because they’re all so different but there are definite flavours of tomarry that exist in my writing.

QUESTION FOUR: if tom became a worm what do you think harry would do

first of all, thank you for bringing the concept of tomworm into my inbox, i genuinely mean this with 100% sincerity, i think we all need a tomworm in our lives

second of all, i think harry would take really good care of his new pet worm because it was the right thing to do

[a-lonely-dunedain]

heyas friend! would you be interested in taking about ethedis a little bit? she seems pretty cool from what I've seen so far, and I'm kinda curious about her :D

oh! well sure I'd love to! provided I can get my thoughts into a half-coherent state. I haven't really written anything about her publicly, mostly because I don't really write much of anything publicly. or privately, for that matter. it all just floats around in my head like some kinda thought-soup. or smoothie. so it will probably be helpful to write some of this down anyway lol

ahem! so Ethedis was my first character, so the early parts of her story pretty closely follow the elf-intro quests. main difference being that she wasn't there when the Refuge of Edhelion fell. according to the game it was attacked like 600 years ago, and I think she's waaaay younger than that. I wanna say like 300-something? yeah she's baby. I mean still an adult by elven standards but like, in spirit, she is baby.

but yea she ends up there just as an apprentice Loremaster who's traveling with the sons of Elrond, both to help in any way she can and because this was a good opportunity to study some recent-ish history. also even tho she's from Rivendell she's probably been to the Blue Mountains a couple times. she's actually fascinated by dwarven architecture and culture, so she jumped at the opportunity to join Elladan and Elrohir's party. she wasn't even initially gonna be allowed to come, but she gave Elrond good enough puppy-eyes 🥺 he was like "fine FINE you can go just stop looking at me like that".

Also, I'd been toying around with the idea that in her travels to and from Ered Luin in the past she might've met Amdir and became friends with him, so that just makes everything in Bree So Much Worse for her. because now not only is she experiencing the loss of a mortal friend for the first time, But she's the one who has to help put him down. (not to mention the guilt of "could I have prevented this if I made it to Bree sooner?") it takes her awhile to fully understand that he's like, gone gone, on account of her being so young and like This Has Never Happened Before. anyway yeah, fun stuff :)

good news is that she bounces back from that pretty quickly! I mean kinda. She's just putting her strong emotions to a more productive use, that being hunting down whatever bitchass Nazgul was responsible for her friend's death! she has no idea what she's getting into :)

as far as her personality goes, she's bright, cheerful, and a bit of an airhead (surprising for a Loremaster I know). she's not exactly stupid or anything (I just play it up for comedic effect sometimes lol) but she is young and therefore less experienced and wise than most other elves you would meet in the 3rd age. the benefit of that is that she's not nearly as Tired™ as many other 3rd age elves either, and can handle a lot of emotional distress without losing her sunshiny demeanor. good thing too! Corunir definitely could use a sunshiny friend, considering all he's been through.

OH! right, speaking of Corunir and Ethedis!

When I met Corunir in Aughaire I was just like "oh this poor guy. Ethedis, go /hug him he needs it" and their dynamic just kinda escalated from there. Ethedis the Sunshine Elf™️ just goes "sad ranger??? NOT on my watch!". Ethedis provides much needed emotional support, and Corunir keeps her from walking off cliffs or into pools of death-water. mutually beneficial relationship 😊

In my headcannon, after Ethe masters the watching stones she's able to get close enough to one to damage its heart so Corunir has a path through Rammas Deluon, and they do the rest of the Eriador epic line together. Corunir deff wouldn't have wanted to leave Ethedis to east Angmar on her own, he finally got a friend gosh darn it he's gotta make sure nothing happens to her!

also they hold hands sometimes 😳 maybe even cuddle,,,, 👉👈

gah I'm bad at talking about this, what I'm trying to say is that they're adorable together. I personally headcannon Corunir as demiromantic ace, and Ethe probably is too, so their relationship isn't romantic for like a long time (what can I say? my demiro ace self likes to project onto my blorbos). I'm not sure when they develop romantic feelings for one another. I think there isn't one point I can point to and say "that! there's when they fall in love!", it's more of a gradual thing that just always felt natural to them. they don't notice their relationship changing from platonic to romantic, whatever state it's in is just what feels right. it's like, they don't fall in love, they just kinda end up there at some point. I don't know if I'm making any sense lol. point is, yes I ship my OC who has a personality *vaguely* based on my own with my favorite ranger, what of it? what is life without at least one shamelessly self-indulgent ship? I think everyone should get at least one, as a treat :) also:

*gently slides this image of Corunir and Eth over bc my friend did a rly good job on it and I need u to Look At Them*

anyway uh, yeah! that's some stuff about Ethedis :) my lil elf who's head is full of sunshine instead of braincells. I don't know how to end this post.

[ajaxhearts]

Petals & Tears, Throughout The Years. - KSM

Talented, academically independent, has a sense of humor and hangs out with the right kind of people. That's who I like. If you were to ask me why, I wouldn't be able to respond; because honestly, I have no idea. It just… happened.

The first time I saw him, he had his signature cup of coffee in his hand. A few weeks had passed after this and well, I eventually found him attractive; without a reason. I mean, there has to be one right? Apparently, I just can't point it out.

It really was just a spontaneous crush, until I realized I was slowly falling in love. Funny thing is though, I always tell myself he doesn't feel the same way. Since I never get that feeling of adoration from him. I never feel that he has some kind of romantic intention in doing the things he does for and to me. But, It’s fine.

“Heya!” I called out to him. It was after school hours so of course, I’d be in hopes that I’d see him near the school gates, waiting for his parents to fetch him. 

“Hey y/n!” he replied. Small interactions like these make my heart skip a little. I know it’s just a simple hi-hello, but having a crush really changes the normal things and ways friends or acquaintances would do. 

“Are you headed home yet?” He continued. Why the sudden ask? Whenever I’d say hi to him, he doesn't have any follow ups. 

Interesting.

“Probably, but I am kind of hungry so maybe I’ll get something to eat before I leave.” 

“Ah. I see.”

“Do you wanna get something to eat? I can just message my parents and let them know were heading somewhere.” 

Sorry, what? Why is he asking me this? 

“Hello? Earth to y/n?”

“Oh sorry. Sure, I’d love to.”

Obviously you’d love to. Crazy girl.

And as expected, we ate together at his favorite restaurant.

“Hi, good afternoon. Welcome to KFC, what can I get for you both?”

“I’ll have a bowl of mushroom soup and flavor shots, thank you!”

Ah. My favorite combo.

“And I’ll have a zinger chicken and iced tea please.”

“Alright then, I’ll get back to you when I have your food.” Two hours had passed, eating while talking about the little things and drama we both had. It’s times like these when you really get to appreciate your friends and the people you hold dear to you.

Wait. ‘Friends’?

My chest tightens. 

“Give me a sec, I’ll head to the bathroom real quick.”

“Alrighty,”

I open the bathroom door and stay by the sink, feeling like I’m being choked. I start coughing out of nowhere and my breath hitches. I close my eyes and the next thing I see when I open them is blood all over the sink. Flower petals along with it. 

“Lilies?”

I clean myself up, head out of that bathroom and ask for a glass of water.

I’m so confused? Why’d I start coughing up blood along with Lily petals and why’d it hurt so much?

I had no idea what was happening. Despite what happened, I pretended like nothing did, and continued to talk with him until we both needed to head home. Exchanging our farewells, I made my way back home.

I needed to know what was happening and I needed to know now. 

How stupid of me to want to know what was happening.

I arrive, dashing to my computer to search up what I experienced. 

“Hanahaki? What is that?” I decided to continue searching and found out what it was. 

‘Hanahaki Disease is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love, or if the victim believes that their beloved does not reciprocate the same feelings. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.”

“What…?”

Is this all because I keep telling myself that he doesn’t feel the same?

“Hah…” I let out a pained chuckle, not believing this stupid Google search.

If it were real, wouldn’t I have heard stories about it already? This is all fake.

Still not believing what I read, I prepared myself to go get a well-deserved good night's rest. 

I wonder what he’s doing…

Seungmins POV:

It’s a weekend. One’s most favorite day in a week. Well, for me at least. I get up and take a look at my side table, seeing my favorite Lilies sitting in their vase ever-so gracefully. I then prepare myself for breakfast. I can already smell my mother’s delicious cooking from up here.

“Son! The food is ready! Come down anytime!”

“Coming, mom!” 

Dashing down the stairs, I can smell the enticing aroma of my mother’s signature dish. Oh how I love waking up to this every morning. Eating quickly and savoring its flavor, I am definitely satisfied. I thank her for the food, and head back to my room.

Now that I think about it, what is y/n doing?

“Ugh, get her out of your head! She doesn’t like you.”

 Moving on from my thoughts I open my pc to play video games, as usual.

Maybe she’s up for a few rounds? No, you’re playing video games to get your mind off her, dimwit.

Whatever that stupid inside voice says. Ugh. 

4 Hours had passed and boy am I tired. I plop myself onto my bed and start scrolling through my phone, whilst getting a notification from someone I did not want to talk with right now.

Y/N Sent you a message: “Hellur hellur. What are you doing?”

You replied: Nothing much. Wanna get some rest though, been playing video games for hours on end.

Y/N: And you had the nerve not to invite me? Jerk!

You: Well geez, sorry!

Y/n: PFFTTTT I’m just kidding, beztie.

You: Whatever you say, little-miss-perfect.

Seungmin has gone offline.

Y/N: HEY WHAT DID U JUST CALL ME 

Y/N: KIM SEUNGMIN ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW

Y/N: WHAT THE HELL MAN

Y/N has gone offline.

I love playing tricks on her, you’re right. However, it’s a different story when it’s the other way around. Sure, her tricks are cute but that doesn’t excuse the fact they’re annoying. But I guess it’s fine because it’s her we're talking about, right?

Seungmin. For the love of God, stop thinking about her. She doesn’t like you!!!!!

‘Ding!’ Y/N just posted a photo. 

“Oh new pic, let me see.”

Captioned: I haven’t been single for a week, I think I slayed.

“WHAT. THE. hell.”

Seungmin has gone online.

You: Y/N WHAT

You: WHAT THE HELL

You: YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND?????

You: HELLO???

Delivered.

“Sigh.”

Seungmin has gone offline.

“She’s ghosting me, that’s a first.”

“Ouch y/n, you had the nerve not to tell me sooner?”

Something crystalline falls to the floor and shatters.

"Ah."

Just like the way she shattered my heart.

That was the last time I ever talked to her.

A few years later

Walking down the street, I bump into something- no someone.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry. Here, let me help.” They offer. I hear them pick up my cane and feel them hand it back to me.

“Thank you.” 

“I’m so sorry sir! I didn’t see you.”

That voice…

“Y/N?”

“You know my name?”

Wait a second….

“Seungmin?!”

She retorts and embraces me as my glasses fall down.

“I haven’t seen you in years!”

“Same here, y/n..”

“Oh yeah! I completely forgot to show you this picture I found! It was us back in high school.”

I hold up the phone to Seungmins face.

"We look so young!"

“Y/N…. I can’t see.

END.

dt: @sweetrabbit

A/N: hellur everyone i am back after how many months dshgb,sjdjas hope u enjoy this little comeback fic :P

[gothamsfinestdummy]

Tell us about something you like or have been wanting to talk about? ^^

Heya, thanks for popping in the inbox! I treasure every ask I get, thank you so much.

I'm not great at talking about myself, but I suppose I'll just ramble about a few random things I like. First off, not sure if this is something that everyone has, but my all time favorite smell is gasoline. That stuff has no right to smell that good. If it weren't harmful, I would sniff it all day, every day. I also love the smell of nail polish remover. Just chemical-y smells in general are my favorite type of smells. But with gasoline, my love for it began when I frequently visited my grandpa's shop that was a little ways away from his and my grandma's house (he used to race and work on his race car for many years). It's very nostalgic and delicious, lol.

Not a lot of people know this about me, but I used to skateboard all the time. I still really love skating, I just don't have time to do it anymore. I really should get back into it again (I still have my board, which is very cool). I remember when I was younger, I was skating in my driveway, lost my balance, and fell on my face. My glasses (woah EggBart wears glasses!!!) took most of the damage. Honestly have no idea how the lenses remained intact, 'twas just the frame that snapped. I've taken many falls during my time skating, haha. I'm sure everyone has.

I'm also not sure if this is unusual, but as a kid (and to this day) I would slather my macaroni and cheese with ketchup. It sounds vile, but I promise you it's so good. I've gotten so much hate for it, some people are lame as hell. Damn, that reminds me, when I watched Home Alone as a wee lad, I remember frothing at the mouth over the meal of just straight up macaroni and cheese Kevin had. That was my dream dinner. Thank you, mom, for making that dream dinner come true numerous times, haha. And yeah, I still suck the ketchup out of the packets. It's delicious.

On the same page with food, I dig grilled cheese, curry, any type of fish, that immitation chicken that my friend let me try at a resturant (better than actual chicken, fight me, that stuff is delicious), immitation crab, that chicken soup you get at Olive Garden, miso soup, sushi, fruity pebbles, lasagna, nachos (GUAC GUAC GUAC), bundt cake, those honey crisp apples (those are orgasmic), FRIES (except those NASTY sweet potato fries, those can drown in a bucket of piss), and your mom. Other things as well, of course.

I would also love to let everyone know that I spend a lot of time scrolling through tumblr whilst I rock out to stock "funny music". It's a wild ride.

Haha, speaking of "wild ride", I love roller coasters. I used to be deathly afraid of them, now I'll hold my arms up about the entire time. I also love theme parks and carnivals, plus haunted attractions (I miss going to those). Regarding haunted attractions, It's so fun to play along with the actors (I'm that type), mainly because I wanted to work at a haunted attraction when I was maybe 10? Would be a blast!!

I just realized that I typed a whole essay there, anon. My apologies!! If anyone has any questions about little 'ol me, ask away! Stay safe and take care, anon <3 Thank you again

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Umm i see you accept actor request, can i request logan lerman with male reader? It can be about their first trip together and also their first time since dating because they need the right time. And also reader the one that lead (and also top) while making sure logan relaxed. Maybe just praising and go slow? And aftercare? It's okay if it take long, i will wait for it :) thx btw

A/N: Heya! Thanks for requesting that fic! I’m sorry it took me a little bit of time but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless :) There might not be a lot of praising but I hope you like it anyway ^^ I’m not very good at smut yet haha

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Logan Lerman x Male Reader

“Finally!” you thought as you left the plane, hand in hand with your boyfriend. This year had been quite hectic for both of you, Logan had to shoot in a lot of movies, and you had been quite engrossed in the movie you were planning to direct. Actually, you had started dating around mid-March, after meeting him on set and discussing with him (and going to “dates” in each other’s trailer, though it was complicated with how much work you had and

You couldn’t go to many dates because both of you had decided not to engage in such activities in public yet. Logan and you just left complicated relationship and agreed on taking your time to be sure you really enjoyed each other’s company before actually doing a date together to be seen from everyone.

And now, here you were, walking inside Tokyo’s airport to retrieve your suitcases. Once you got them, you took out the little notebook with all the addresses of the places you would stay at and the ones you decided to absolutely visit with Logan. Logan started to lead you towards the subway so you could buy the tickets you’d need to go to the place you were going to live for the next few weeks before moving to another town to visit.

He was looking confused at the machine to take the ticket while you were figuring out which subways you had to take to be the closest from the house than you could. Luckily for both of you, you had studied Japanese in order to avoid being completely lost for when you would be in Japan. Once you found the right path to take you went back to Logan and took the tickets.

He looked at you with a gentle smile and kissed your cheek. You grinned and helped him with the luggage. You spent an hour in the different subways of Tokyo, as the airport was quite far from the place you rented, but of course you didn’t mind much.

You arrived in front of the house you rented in Adachi City, the house was quite beautiful, the outside looked pretty modern, but the walls hid a path that was in a typical Japanese style. You went to knock on the front and meet the landlady who greeted you with a smile. You bowed a little bit and she tried to formulate a little bit of words in English when you smiled and started to speak in you rusty Japanese. Hearing that she brightened and seemed relieved she won’t have to use google translate or something else.

She made you visit the house and after discussing a little bit more, she gave you the keys and left. Now that you were alone, in your cocoon for the next few weeks. You really loved the look of it, the perfect mix between traditional and some modernity. Most of the rooms looked traditional except for the kitchen that was pretty modern. Logan walked closer to you and put his arms on your shoulder, softly kissing you on the corner of your lips.

“Finally we’re able to spend some quality time together. What do you want to do today?”

“Obviously not a lot of things, maybe we can arrange the house to start and then go to sleep? You’re not tired?”

“Mmh I guess so… I think the adrenaline of being in another country help a lot.”

You smiled at him and kissed him softly on the lips, savouring this moment of peace and the knowledge of being far away from work and from everyone associated to it. Logan sighed when you stopped and you caressed his cheek, still smiling.

“C’mon, if you’re tired you can sleep a bit on the couch I’ll be unpacking the suitcases.”

“No, I’m not letting you do that all alone love! Maybe we can take a shower and we can sleep. Then tomorrow we’ll start unpack!”

You nodded, accepting his proposition and took one of his hands in yours.

“Good idea sweetheart.”

You lead each other towards the bathroom and started to run the hot water. While you were doing that, your boyfriend went to the suitcases taking your pyjamas. Once the tube was filled with hot water you started stripping, right as your lover came back. He whistled, making you laugh.

Logan took off his clothes too and you both went inside the burning hot bath, sighing in pleasure as the hot water attacked your skin. You hadn’t showered in more than 24 hours and being tired from the trip didn’t help you much but now you felt quite relieved.

Logan sat himself between your legs, his back on your chest and you smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his shoulder. You stayed in the bath for a while, discussing and washing each other. Once you were fully clean you left the bath and dried yourselves with big, soft towels and put on your pyjamas.

You didn’t have time to stop at a shop and buy some food, so you decided to order typical Japanese food.

After half an hour the doorbell rung to open it while Logan trailed behind you, excited for the food. You discussed for a few moments with the deliverer and then closed the door.

“Do you know that you’re insanely hot when you speak Japanese?” says Logan as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you between your shoulder blades.

You took his hand into yours and kissed his cheek.

“C’mon little simp, let’s eat!”

“Why are you mean to me?”

“I’m not mean love! That’s just the truth.”

He laughed as you sat on the ground, putting all the food on the table, Logan sat next to you and hummed as the smell of the miso soup and other hot food. You took out the chopsticks and gave a pair to Logan and quickly muttered a “bon appetite” before diving into the food. After a few bites both of you looked at each other with comical wide eyes and you stated:

“Holy shit this is the best Japanese food I ever ate!”

“Fuck yes! I won’t eat sushi that aren’t straight from Japan anymore!”

You had a great time eating and once you were full you went to brush your teeth and go to sleep. It was a bit weird as first because you slept in a futon for the first time ever but adapted quickly as you fell asleep with Logan’s head on your shoulder in 10 minutes.

The next morning you were awaken with soft kisses all over you face. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at the sight of Logan’s face close from yours. The other male winked at you and put a leg over you body and was now seated on your hips, smiling cheekily.

“Good morning to my favourite boyfriend.”

“I’m your only boyfriend Logan….”

“I know! And this is why as the boyfriend of the most beautiful man in the world I decided to woke you up to have a little bit of fun time together…”

You felt your face heating up and the blood rushed straight to your dick, poking Logan’s ass. The man laughed softly and looked at you with a certain glint in the eyes.

“Ooh you like this idea right? What are you waiting for then?”

You suddenly didn’t felt sleepy anymore and you flipped him under you  taking him by surprise and making him wrap his legs around your waist. You now arbored a predatory grin on the face, one of your hands slipping under his shirt, softly caressing his sides. You leaned toward him and kissed him slowly but deeply. One of his hands caressed your cheek as he sighed in pleasure. After a few minutes of intense kissing you separated your mouths and your lover panted.

You didn’t waste any time and started to kiss his neck softly, nipping it and leaving some marks behind it. You smiled as he whimpered whenever you nipped at his neck, your free hand trailed until it reached the top of his shit.

“May I?”

“Of course…”, he nodded in agreement and sighed.

You sat on your knees and started to open his pyjama shirt button per button. Logan’s breath hitched as the cold air hit his skin, you helped him fully taking off the clothe and started to caress his torso. One of your thumbs brushed his nipple before pinching it lightly making the man under you whimper.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and decided to play with him a little more, while your right hand was playing with his right nipple, you used your mouth to suck and bite softly the other nipple. After a moment you switched nipples enjoying teasing him. He gripped your hair and between to moans:

“S-Stop teasing me! C’mon…”

You laughed and softly bit the nipple and stopped your teasing. You took off your shirt and pants while he took of his own pants. You grabbed some lube and squeezed some on your fingers you used your free hand to caress his waist and kissed him softly.

“Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Of course? love, I really want to do this with you..”

You couldn’t help but feel the blood rush on your face, he had this effect on you whenever he gave you cute nicknames. You kissed him once again and brought one finger near his entrance, you tried to help him relax by entering the tip of your index inside him, kissing him and massaging his hip to help him relax to the new intrusion.

Once your finger was fully inside, you stopped moving for a moment, to help him getting used to it, when he nodded again you put a second finger and started to work him open, helping him loosen up.

He was moaning under you, nearly begging for more, it was the first time he had ended up in a gay relationship, so he was still getting used to having an intrusion in him. When he told you, he was feeling ready you lightly bit his neck and went to take a condom. You took off the wrapping quickly and put it on your dick. You also put some lube on it to make the penetration easier.

You positioned yourself between his legs and led your dick toward his ass, putting the tip inside. You heard Logan take a sharp intake of breath. You kissed his forehead looking at him, silently asking him if he was alright. He nodded, allowing you to continue to penetrate him. It took you a few minutes of slow penetration for you to be fully seated inside of him.

“A-AH! (Y-Y/N)!”

“You’re doing good sweetheart, taking me like that… Tell me when you want me to move.”

Logan put his head against your shoulder, asking you to start moving, which you gladly did. You started with slow movement, helping Logan getting used to the movements, then after a few moments you picked up the pace and your boyfriend started to moan more and more loudly. Yourself you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure, his virgin ass tightening around you with every movements. You picked up the pace and going a bit more deeply in him, your dick brushing against his prostate. His hands were on your back, scraping it, the pain that it procured you, making you moan.

Both of you were moaning messes and you were biting Logan’s neck, giving him hickeys and enjoying seeing them turning purple. He was panting under you and you were doing the same. Your movement stayed quite fast, but it was hitting deeper inside him no longer brushing his special spot, now making him seeing stars. He was tightening around you and you snaked one of your hands around his penis, jerking him slowly so he wouldn’t come yet.

He was moaning your name desperately, pleading for you to allow him to come.

“Good boy, keep moaning like that and you might came tonight.”

After teasing him for a little while more you flickered your hand one last time, making him come all over himself. He tightened around you more harshly than before, making you come in the condom.

You both were softly kissing each other between two pants, and he looked at you with love and kissed you once again before announcing:

“That was wonderful… Thank you a lot.”

“It’s normal, it was your first time with a man after all…”

He nodded and you gazed at him lovingly kissing his cheek before withdrawing yourself from his ass. You kissed his cheek and stood up.

“Wait here I’ll be back in a few seconds sweetheart.”

He looked at you, trying to regain his breath. You tied and threw the condom in the trash, then went to the bathroom to wet a towel with hot water to relieve him. When everything was good you went back to him and washed his come from himself and softly massaging his thighs to relieve him from the pain he could feel.

When he told you everything was good, you put the clothe away and went back to him, under the covers. You helped him put back his pyjama and you did the same; he put his head on your torso, his hand caressing your torso. You kissed the top of his head as you felt his breath calming down.

“Thank you for that again...”

“It’s nothing Logan, I’m glad you trusted me enough to be okay with me doing that to you.”

“I’m happy to be with you and to spend the next weeks with you.”

“Me too. I’m glad we can spend time together outside of work.”

He smiled at you and you kissed each other with such love that in that moment you felt like nothing existed beside you two.