#i swear this is wrong. i swear you are lying. you can't trick me into thinkig i wasn't

[cinnamon-phrog]

Having a different opinion on a fictional character is fine. Expressing distaste is fine. What isn’t, is expressing that distaste in a way were your opinions are the default best ones to have and that others who don’t think so, have their own opinions also, are wrong and inferior, clearly not enjoying it with the level of taste you say you have. 

And then to try and claim it as a joke and try to still befriend people with those opinions, to say ‘oh, but it wasn’t directed at you specifically’, that still targets a demographic of people? A joke becomes not a joke when the people involved are unaware and the target, it’s not a playful jab but just. An insult, not even disguised. No matter how vague you think you put it it still targets people who have done nothing, who haven't forced their ideas on others. And if you can’t take that people will disagree with your own opinions and point out this flaw in thinking then why should you criticise others. Why should you use your status as someone who draws fictional characters as a way to gratify your need to always feel justified in a place where people can take as much free reign as they'd like because everything is so. Vague.

[livinghalfway]

Magic Mirror

Summary: A magic mirror shows what a person desires most in the world. It shows Damian his twin standing next to him. Word Count: 1202

“Come on Damian, all you have to do is stand in front of it.” Dick pleaded with him while gesturing for him to step closer to the magic mirror they had recently obtained from a villain’s lair. 

It was a rather plain mirror as well for being a rare magical item; nothing but a full length mirror with a simple black frame. The only interesting thing about it was that it had the ability to show what a person desired most in life when they stood in front of it. 

Once that little trick was discovered the others had quickly jumped at the chance to stand in front of it. Which was foolish in Damian’s opinion; allowing everyone in the room to view your deepest desire. 

“Tt, I think not Richard; I after all already know what the mirror will show me.There is no point in me standing in front of it.” 

Before Dick can continue his beseeching his case though Jason cuts in from across the room; next to the mirror. “Oh yeah? What do you think would show up, Demon brat; you dressed up as Batman?” 

“He wishes,” Tim snickers next to Jason, “It’s probably gonna be something embarrassing and that’s why he doesn’t want to do it.” 

"Drake, if you know what's good for you you'll stop talking!"

Tim gives Jason a nudge with his elbow before loudly whispering, "That sounds like a conformation if I've ever heard one." 

"Tt, how dare-" Damian is quickly cut off from his incoming tirade by Dick jumping back into the conversation.

"Okay! Let's not start arguing with one another." Dick says to all of them before directing his focus towards him, "Damian, if you really don't want to try out the mirror you don't have too. No one is going to force you to." 

Damian merely rolls his eyes as he walks towards the mirror. The only reason he does so is because being Robin is what he desires the most; he knows it. Looking into the mirror will merely be about proving Drake and Todd wrong. "I'll do it Richard if only to shut these two imbeciles up." 

The moment he stood in front of the mirror waiting for the magic to change the reflection Damian knew that he shouldn't have let Tim and Jason get to him. He had done something foolish and there was no going back now as the mirror swirls with a gold shimmer. 

When the distorted image clears once more Damian swears he feels his heart stop. The reflection shown is not one a million years could have prepared him for. It is not him standing at his father's side, Batman and Robin, as he thought it would have been. 

Instead it shows Damian exactly as he is at the moment. He would almost think the mirror didn't change anything if it weren't for the boy in the mirror standing next to him. Even after all these years it was someone he would never be able to forget. 

His twin brother, Danyal, and him standing side by side once more. While Damian stands rigid and shocked, Danyal's posture is relaxed. He's even smiling as he leaning towards him until their shoulders touch in the reflection.

He doesn't feel it though; he wants to feel it. 

All of a sudden it hits Damian that this is what he desires the most out of everything in the world. The only thing he wants is for his brother to be alive and with him at the manor. With the family Danyal not got the chance to know; the family that doesn't even know he exists. 

In the blink of an eye the magical gold swirls take over the mirror once more, and when it clears it is once again just himself looking back at him. 

After what must be an eternity of staring at the mirror Damian realizes that everything around him is too quiet. He snaps his head to the side where his brothers are, and sees the three of them staring back at him. All of them are in varying degrees of shock and curiosity at what they had just seen. 

He considers lying at first. Saying that he had no idea who the boy was. He can't find it in himself to do that though. Damian had kept his brother a secret long enough; maybe it would be good for the others to know. "That Richard was my twin brother; Danyal." 

With those words Damian practically collapses on the nearest chair; feeling drained and exhausted. The others follow suit as they too take seats next to him. 

"Danyal … Danyal was kind. He understood people much more than I ever will." He takes a deep breath, "He was smart and curious. Always asking questions and wanting to understand everything around him. It was always the stars that fascinated him the most."

"Sounds like a good kid," Jason starts, "must have gotten all the friendly genes in the womb."

"For once I think I agree with you, Todd." 

The silence that follows is thick and suffocating. It is luckily broken after a few seconds by Tim's hesitant question, "What happened to him?"

That was the big question wasn't it? What happened to Danyal; to the twin and brother that wasn't with him when he arrived at the manor?

"Danyal … died a couple years before I came here. The two of us were attacked by a group of rogue assassins after our study lessons." Damian swallows, his throat feels tight, "I wasn't as focused as I should have been, and Danyal ended up taking a fetal hit meant for me."

"Damian-" 

"Let me finish, Richard." He snaps. He doesn't think he would be able to finish if otherwise interrupted. "Danyal was dead by the time he was finally brought to the pits. I knew there was a chance it wouldn't work, but I didn't think it would take him completely. His body was never recovered from the pits.I never got to bury my brother." 

It's when his vision starts to blur that Damian realizes that he's crying. Danyal always did have a way of making Damian show emotions that he would rather keep hidden.

He feels himself being pulled into a chest, and for now he doesn't fight against it. Damian's not sure if he honestly could at the moment. 

“Father doesn’t know about this.” Damian continues after a few minutes of silently sobbing in Dick’s arms. 

“He needs to know.” Tim states, “Maybe not today, but soon.” 

“You tell him when you’re ready, short stack. The old man can deal with not being told right away.” Jason reassures him when he doesn’t answer Tim right away. 

"What am I not being told?" Damian feels as if he's been dunked in water when he realizes that his Father had heard the end of their conversation. 

"Father."

"Damian?" Bruce takes in his youngest son's appearance and it doesn't take a genius to know that he's in some kind of emotional distress.Which in of itself is very rare for him to be in.

"Father, please take a seat. There is something I need to tell you." 

[astroyongie]

Seventeen: They Text You One Month After Your Death

Note: heavy angst and mentions of S* Scoups

"Wake up y/n and stay with me"  "I swear to god that right now, I need you here"  "I need you to stay strong baby.. Can you yell those words at me again please?"  "Ever since you left i try to remind me where I came from and where I belong, but without you i feel so lost in this earth"  "So wake up y/n.. and stay with me"

Wonwoo

"Its been a month already y/n.. do you remember, summer after high school, when we first met?"  "We maded out in my car and on my 18th birthday, we got those stupid matching tattoos. I still cry when i look at mine"  "do you remember when we used to steal your parents' liquor and go to your room? we spoke about our future like we had a clue you would leave me"  "fuck i never planned that one day I would be losing you. Why did you got to leave?"  "In another life y/n, I would be your husband and we both could keep all our promises of being happy together"

Mingyu

"I've been holding my breath each time i think of you"  “Wonwoo told me he put lillies on your tomb today. Sorry. didn't come, I've been holding back tears ever since that day"  "I miss you so much y/n"  "I've done a lot of things wrong, but i swear loving you was never one"

Vernon

"y/n"  "I can't imagine a world with you gone and yet here we are. Fuck i am still in denial"  "I have always said i would be so lost if you left me alone in this fucked up world"  "I can't stop crying"  "the images of you locked in the bathroom, lying on the floor when I broke through"  "and i pulled you y/n, did you felt me? did you heard me y/n? I pull you in to feel your heartbeat and i couldnt hear a damn thing"  "did you hear me screaming?"  "Please don't leave me"

Hoshi

"It's not true. Even today i can't accept that its true"  "y/n, please tell me I've been lied to, that you are still here, that you are still alive and well somewhere"  "Crying isn't like me, but i didn't stop ever since you left"  "What the hell did I do?"  "I love you but I don't want to"  "this hurts so much"

The8

"Hey y/n how have you been? Have you been sleeping well? have you been eating well?"  "I hope you are wearing that hoodie i gave you. I am wearing the one you gave me. as a matter of fact i dont have the heart to remove it"  "I hope you bribed the door on your way to the sky. I know god wouldnt mind it"  "y/n wait for me yeah? I miss you. Dont cry for me. The end is near”

Jun

"Hey y/n"  "sorry i am only talking to you now.. ah, i may have fucked up ahah"  "I am currently laying in the silence, waiting for the sirens of the ambulance"  "yeah.. i fucked up.. but i missed you so much"  "I'm alive still.."  "I don't wanna lose it but i cant bare being apart from you"  "but I'm not getting through this.. y/n what should i do?"  "should I pray? to whom? to myself? to a God?"  "y/n.. help me"

Dino

"miss your touch every nights y/n.. lately i have been feeling a little hollow. And you how have you been feeling?"  "I know you crossed the bridge that I can't follow, but hey brat, you could have said goodbye"  "but now we cant change the past.. the love that you left is all that I get"  "I want you to know that, if I can't be close to you, I'll try settle for the ghost of you"  "I miss you more than life"

Woozi

"I am sorry i keep texting you. i just hate you so much right now.” ”never saw it coming, I couldn't read the signs that you werent okay and fuck this.. i hate myself"  "Now I know that it means nothing"  "you are always on my mind y/n"  "the others are trying to tricked into believing that everything will work out in the end"  "fuck them. You were the only one for me"

Joshua

"Hey baby how are you? I am not doing good ahah.."  "All I want is nothing more but too hear you knocking at our appartment door"  "if I could see your face once more y/n, I could die a happy man"  "When you said your last goodbye that night, when that fucking disease took you, i swear to all angels I died a little bit inside"  "y/n, i miss you so much and all i do is lay in tears in bed"  "I never felt so alone"  "But if you loved me, why you leaved me?"

Jeonghan

"Yo brat.." “Woozi and Joshua made me text you.. tsk they are idiots.."  "but hey brat.. you were the light to my shadow, did you know?"  "fuck god to take my star. another star they say, fuck them. you are fading away in my memory"  "Where are you now brat? Are you okay?"  "Please... y/n."

DK

"y/n I think I lost myself again"  "But I remember you told me to stay strong and Seungkwan has been nagging me to eat more"  "But I wish you would be the one telling me that"  "y/n tell me why our love is six feet under ground? Are you cold down there?"  "I will go to your grave tomorrow.. Wonwoo told me to watered the Dahlias"  "Would they bloom?"  "It's all too much for me"  "How could you die carelessly? Whos gonna take care of my heart now?"

Seungkwan

"Hey baby"  "i decided to text you bc sunday mornings were your favorite and we used to meet with the gang"  "your last sunday you did your hair up, you looked so pretty"  "y/n, I have been screamin at a God for the past weeks"  "I'm still holding on to everything, I don't wanna say goodbye bc this one means forever"  "I don't want to say goodbye so please.. come back to me"

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Mota prompt, ot3 - Bucky/Buck/Curt. Just something about being the one black cat coded boyfriend between two orange cats coded boyfriends. I suppose the interesting thing here is that sometimes the black cat isn't who you think it is.

Curt can tell what people think of him and Bucky and Buck. They look at the three of them when they're introduced as a trio, and they immediately try to pinpoint which one is the most trouble.

Most of the time, they end up choosing Bucky. Which Curt doesn't consider a bad guess for strangers. Bucky's charming and loud and borderline annoying in his cockiness (all things that Curt liked right away). He's always got a joke and a grin, and he makes no bones about causing trouble if it gets a laugh.

When they decide it's Curt, he always responds with a slow, shit-eating grin and an easy roll of his shoulders. He never asks what sort of trouble they think he causes, but he knows what he looks like and what he sounds like, and when you're a stocky fucker from the Bronx with scars on your knuckles (he fell off his bike a lot as a kid), people figure you're the muscle for Bucky's mouth.

They're not entirely wrong about that, either.

What's amazing about watching people size up the three of them and choose who to watch out for, they never clock Buck. Not once. They eye him up and decide he must be a nice young man. Which is ridiculous because neither Curt nor Bucky come close to meeting that list of requirements, so why would Buck spend time with them if he's so polite and quiet and reserved.

It's a question Curt hears a lot. One Bucky even brings up in bed now and again to goad Buck into shoving him on the mattress and showing him exactly how "impolite" he can be. Those nights are extra-fun because Buck lets out the wilder part of himself. They all wrestle and leave marks on each other, and in the morning, Curt gets to watch with half-closed eyes as Buck examines where they've bitten him and left bruises and smile knowing he and Bucky have claimed him yet again.

The truth is, no one thinks Buck is any sort of trouble at all. The truth also is he's the biggest trouble of the three of them. It comes down to the fact that he's a fucking sneak and a half with the ability to keep a straight face while lying through his goddamn teeth. He pretends he doesn't know what he looks like, but Curt's seen that fucking smile get used to get out of trouble or steer attention away from whatever problem Curt and Bucky are causing.

"He's gonna be the goddamn death of us," Bucky mutters to Curt as they watch Buck go wide-eyed and faux-dumb to distract an angry soldier about paying out a poker loss to Curt, who he swears cheated.

Curt flips his spare ace back up his sleeve and ducks under Bucky's raised arm. "Only if he gets caught."

Bucky snorts in amusement and gives Curt a shake. Buck comes back over and drops on the other side of Bucky. "Come to an accord?" Bucky asks, pulling Buck close with his other arm.

"Nope. He won't pay." Buck watches the guy get led away by his friends, then reaches into his pocket and tosses a wallet in front of Curt. "So, I stole his wallet."

Bucky cackles and kisses Buck loudly on the cheek as Curt tucks the wallet under the table and takes the cash he's owed plus two dollars as annoyance tax. He passes the wallet back to Buck, who stands to leave the wallet someplace they can't be incriminated.

"Next time, tuck your fucking wrist," Buck says to Curt. Curt blows him a kiss. Buck leans across Buck and taps his forehead against Curt's. Curt doesn't feel Buck touch his wrist, but he laughs when Buck holds up the ace, then flicks it at him.

"Hey, what about me?" Bucky asks, and beams when Buck taps their foreheads together as he straightens.

Curt snugs up against Bucky again as they watch Buck walk halfway across the room and lean on a table to talk to the men there. It's only because he's taught him the trick that they see him push the wallet to the very tip of his fingers and drop it to the floor under the table.

"I am pretty sure he could murder us in broad daylight while being recorded by a newsreel camera, and no one would believe it," Curt says.

"Yeah, but what a way to go," Bucky replies, and Curt can only nod in agreement.

[aikoiya]

SV - Miguel O'Hara x Variant Wife Spiderwoman

A Spiderwoman Reader who was the Miguel variant's wife & mother to Gabriella. It took a long, long time & an exorbitant amount of groveling & swearing that he'll never let it happen ever again for her to forgive Miguel for the destruction of her world & the death of her daughter.

It's since been several years & they'd only just gotten back together & she'd moved in with him. Which means that their relationship is still fragile. Miguel has to live with the fact that it was his fault that her daughter, family, & entire world was gone.

S/O now despises lying when it comes to family, even in the case of surprises. Just say that you can't say or it'd ruin the surprise! She'd never really liked it before, but now she has very strict rules about it.

Believes that if Miguel hadn't lied about who he was & what happened to her husband, then maybe they could've caught onto what was happening before everything collapsed.

The stress of losing not just her daughter & real husband, but her entire family & world, plus her newfound deep dislike for lies, caused her Spider Sense to mutate to include a built-in lie detector, so now no one can lie to her. She's head of interrogation & has begun to study criminal psychology & Hellstromism. A.k.a. contact mind-reading or essentially reading a person's mind via their facial ticks & body language. Every small, unconscious movement has a reason & a meaning & Hellstromism helps her to understand what each minute twitch means. It's a bit of a magician's trick, but is extremely useful. If you've ever seen Now You See Me, its sequel, or any Ace Attorney game with Apollo Justice as a character, then you've likely got a good idea of the basic idea behind it. Though, these examples are a bit sensationalized.

Anyway, Miguel is determined to have her back. But then ATSV takes place…

—

When Miguel finally returned, it was to luggage. Confused dread settled like a stone into his stomach.

Y/N walked in with more suitcases.

"Corazon, what?"

Despite never even looking at him, the anger, disappointment, & sorrow was plain on her face. "Migue... Miguel... When I joined this society, I gave you a list of things I would not stand for…"

In an instant, ice filled his veins, knowing where she was going. "Mi vida, por favor. I-!"

She spun on him, angry tears in her eyes & began to yell at him. "At the top of that list was effing child endangerment! You nearly killed that boy! And it wasn't even his fault! All he did was react! All he ever did was the best he could to help people & save lives like any good Spider would & you treated him like a disease that needed to be eliminated! You blame him for what's happening, but you should be blaming his universe's Fisk & Doc Ock because the device was their creation! Their brainchild! Being in the wrong place at the wrong time was not his fault & you shouldn't take it out on him just because his universe was the one that might've been what started this mess that took my baby from me! He didn't ask for any of this Miguel!"

Miguel could only gape for a moment, greatly resembling a fish before his brain finally caught up with him.

"But the canon-"

"ENOUGH WITH THE CANON!! I think we have how the multiverse works all wrong! Think about it Miguel! When these glitches happen, they appear as literal glitches as if inside a computer. That isn't natural, it's synthetic! Shit only glitches in computers! So, either life is literally a simulation or something more is going on beyond simple canon divergence! And I've never bought into that existentialist bs! If that was all that was happening, then how is it that Peter B. & his Mary Jane are back together with a daughter when that was never supposed to happen?? Why has their universe not collapsed, but mine did?!"

Miguel's mouth opened to try & refute her words, but couldn't because she was right.

"I… I don't know…"

Y/N gives a heavy, tired, bonewary sigh. "I think that someone or something is doing this, Miguel. Like actively. I mean, the reactor in the kid's universe may have weakened the fabric of the multiverse, but I also think that something is out there taking advantage of that weakness, which results in these tears widening. Because simply diverging from "canon" shouldn't be enough to cause an entire universe to just... blip out of existence! That's how the multiverse exists to begin with! It should just create a new timeline like it always has! And if that's true, then we've been taking care of the symptoms when what we need to do is fix the source of the problems… And you can't tell me that you honestly think that you & Morales' friends are the first ones to have ever discovered multiversal travel when the entire point of the multiverse is infinite possibilities. There's also the fact that all the anomalies seem to only take place on Earths & always near a Spiderperson despite there being proof of aliens in damn near every universe! Why are there no alien Spidermen!? No universes without an Earth?! This suggests that whoever or whatever is doing this is somehow related to the Spiders or someone or something associated with them in some way. Possibly even targeting us specifically."

As the man absorbed this hypothesis, Y/N began to pick up her luggage & walk towards the door.

Miguel jerks towards her in dismay. "W-wait! Where are you going?!"

She gave him the most tired look he'd seen on her since she'd finally realized that her entire family was all gone & it hurt to realize that he'd been the direct cause of that weariness yet again…

"Listen... I understand why you did it. You just wanted to protect the multiverse. Never wanted what happened to Gabriella to happen again, but... that doesn't mean that how you went about it was right, Miguel. I'll help you to fix whatever is doing this, but I can't stay with you anymore, Miguel… I just… can't trust you…"

He already missed her calling him Migue.

One thing's for sure, he'll have to prove himself if he ever wants another chance.

---

I do eventually want things to work out between them & for them to eventually have a kid together (possibly a bunch), but I also want it to be a very, very long process.

One that doesn't just involve groveling & begging forgiveness as words are no longer enough for her. She needs actions.

In order for them to even begin to repair their relationship, Miguel would have to apologize to Miles for his actions & genuinely mean it as Spiderwife would know if he wasn't.

Which, I see Miguel having a lot of pride, so unless he was legit about it, he'd find it difficult to apologize to the kid to begin with.

---

I see Spiderwife as the sort to mom the heck outta the younger members of the Spider Society. Who, in turn, have given her the nickname Spidermom. Which she loves.

Maybe Variant Miguel's death was actually supposed to be her canon?

SV Masterlist

[mahi-does-some-art]

What is Sakuya's reaction to Mahiru becoming a succubus?

Mahiru ends up telling Sakuya in his room or somewhere where they both were alone.

If a succubus doesn't feed, they get sick and sicker the longer it goes on. Mahiru was *very* sick for a while before figuring everything out and fed and suddenly he was in tip-top shape again! Like he was never sick.

The drastic change was suspicious to Sakuya and he got worried. Sakuya decides to confront Mahiru and question him about it.

Now, this is all because of a guilty little headcanon of mine that Sakuya and Mahiru swear to not lie to each other again when it comes to important things. Mahiru lied to Sakuya about nothing being wrong in the beginning of the manga, Sakuya lied about being human and many other things that had weight to them, they'll never do it again if they can help it. Paired with ANOTHER headcanon I have for Sakuya*, Mahiru can't avoid telling the truth to him anyways.

Mahiru isn't going to lie to him about it and at the time only Kuro and Sloth knew about his "turning into a succubus" shtick. So when Sakuya asks him what's wrong and really going on, Mahiru lays all the trust he has in the other in front of him.

"...Ok but you have to promise not to freak out."

Sakuya looks at him incredulously. "...Huh?"

"Promise you won't freak out!"

"Ok! Ok. I won't freak out."

And Mahiru takes a very deep, very grounding breath.

"I'm turning into a succubus."

Sakuya just stands there, unsure of how to react. "...What?"

"I'm turning," Mahiru says slower, quieter. "into a succubus."

Silence. And then Sakuya laughs, and laughs as his face scrunched with a slurry of troublesome, mixed emotions.

*Because he can tell when people are lying. He always knows because that's the passive power he had gotten when Tsubaki make him a subclass. Lie detector. A little ringing in the back of his head that drives him crazy when someone in ear-shot lies and drives him crazier when one comes out of his own mouth.

There's no alarm in the back of his head. As much as he wishes, for once, someone would be lying to him, it was truth.

But that doesn't stop anyone from being doubtful, from some denial.

"But." He takes a breath. "How can something like that happen...?

"Something happened during the last fight and apparently my, uh….. dad, was part succubus and I had the gene. And during the fight, it started to wake up from being dormant? And now I'm kind of... slowly turning into a full-blooded succubus??"

No alarm. He's getting visibly more stressed by the second. "That's-- Mahiru, you've got to be kidding me? Something like that has to be impossible... I mean I'm not saying that succubuses or whatever don't exist but I don't think a human can turn into one." He's shifting in his spot, hesitantly reaching out to check Mahiru's forehead. "Are you sure you're not still sick??"

"...You don't believe me." And Sakuya feels his sanity slip from between his fingers.

"It's not-- I just--"

"I have proof!" Mahiru says, nearly yelling and reaches for the hem of his shirt, and Sakuya has no idea what to expect but starts screaming anyways. About? He has no idea, he has no idea what's coming out of his mouth.

But he's silenced when his hands don't stop Mahiru's in time and his shirt is pulled up to his collarbones. He can't even enjoy the rare sight of his bare skin with the weird black appendage wrapped around his midriff.

His eyes are burning holes into the thing as it unfurls itself and starts swinging around not unlike a cat's. Mahiru turns around for him to see where it connects on his lower back.

Sakuya feels like he's gonna pass out. And then goes back on his promise and starts freaking the fuck out because this was not what he was expecting???!? what the fuck???? what the fuck!!!!!!

Mahiru has to try to calm him down and Sakuya keeps looking at the tail swishing behind his best friend in worried frustration and wills it to be an illusion. A trick of the mind and that he'd wake up in a second in his bed drenched in sweat. Neither of them have that kind of mercy.

Once they both calm down Mahiru explains it a bit more thoroughly. Sakuya is white-knuckled clutching one of Mahiru's pillows, both sitting on the bed, nodding along and trying to keep his head from spinning.

The demonic energy from the fight, paired with Mahiru's close proximity to Pandora and the Saint had jumpstarted the sleeping inhuman gene and once it was awake there was no stopping it from growing. And it's only because of the immeasurable amount of energy there that it happened at all. Sloth by himself wouldn't have been strong enough to rework someone's genes.

But now that it was *there*, it was feeding off of the little demonic energy supplied through the Servamp bond and Mahiru's own lifeforce to sustain itself enough to start changing the body. It was killing Mahiru in order to come to the surface. And now Mahiru needs to have sex and be a bottom in order to stay healthy.

He's kinda like a vampire in that regard-- He doesn't exactly need food anymore but he needs to feed on this specific thing.

Sakuya is just nodding his head and about passes the fuck out when he gets told about a succubus's natural aphrodisiac and charms in order to lure in prey.

By the end of it, they're both with their heads in their hands.

"But yeah. Long story short, my dad was part succubus, I was human but not anymore. And now I have to deal with that forever I guess."

Sakuya freezes. Lifts his head from his palms.

"Wait, you know your dad??"

And Mahiru pales.

"...My biological father is Touma Taishi."

"WHAT THE FU-"

[faacethefacts]

trick or treat!!

Here is a scrapped scene from my current Big Wip :)

Matt's world goes hazey and dark. He stumbles from roof to roof, then he falls and stumbles from the sidewalk into a small alleyway. He leans on the wall, one hand holding his ribs. It's getting progressively harder to keep his balance– he's not sure where he is, anymore. Somewhere, someone yells. Matt startles and falls to the ground. Maybe it's time to take a breather, he'll be okay, he just has to rest. Pace himself, that's what everyone's always telling him. Yeah, he'll be fine.

After a while of lying on the ground— he's not sure how long— he hears footsteps. Had he been in a better state, he would've caught them much earlier. He makes some aborted attempt at an escape, and the footsteps slow, become much more cautious. They stop suddenly a few feet from him, and somebody gasps.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," says a voice that is so familiar- he swears he knows them, and he relaxes at their presence despite his uncertainty. This strange new person crouches down to his level and hesitantly pokes him in the side. Matt groans in pain and curls into himself. They recoil, alarmed. "Matt, what the fuck happened to you?"

Matt responds with a vague, distressed mumble. His friend stands up and paces briefly. Then they call someone.

"Hello-?" The person on the other end picks up, clearly groggy. Probably sleeping.

"Foggy," Foggy!!! "I need your help-"

It's around this point that Matt loses track of the conversation. He dwells for a second on how happy he is to hear Foggy's voice, and then next thing he knows- Foggy's standing right next to him! How wonderful is that- God, he loves Foggy. Foggy gently shakes him, but as hard as he tries, Matt can't manage to make any intelligible speech happen. Oh, well.

Foggy and- he still isn't sure who he's talking to. Their conversation takes on a more frantic tone. He hates hearing Foggy distressed, and even though he can't place them- he also hates hearing the other guy so panicked.

"Okay, no more waiting." The not-stranger says, suddenly sounding much more resolute. "We're getting him out of here, then we can figure out what's wrong with him."

And suddenly he's being lifted! At first he's a little alarmed, but he quickly realizes it's that guy he trusts, and he relaxes. As he's being pulled from the ground and propped up on a sturdy shoulder, he finally places them- it's Mike. Matt smiles, and then he fully passes out.

He wakes up with a start around 5 hours later, deeply alarmed before he realizes that he's back in his apartment.

"Dude," Sam greets him, also incredibly alarmed.

"What happened?" Matt rubs his eyes groggily.

"You were drugged, and then you passed out in an alleyway. I don't even know how long you were down there, I had to call Foggy." Sam says, calming down a little now it's clear that Matt's lucid. It's starting to come back now, in bits and pieces.

"You found me?"

Sam nods. Matt grimaces.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He sighs.

"It's fine, Matt. I get it, shit happens. Foggy's the one who's upset."

"Oh Christ, where is he?" Matt sits up, listening intently for his Husband's presence. Sam laughs at him.

"He went to grab some shit from the office, I think."

Matt finds him walking back to the apartment, about five minutes away. He says as much to Sam.

"As fun as it might to be watch him yell at you, I need to head back to Chinatown. You sure you're good?"

Matt confirms, and Sam grabs his mask and ducks out the window. Matt tracks his heartbeat as he goes, and hears him climb up to the roof of the apartment building and around to the other side. He meets Foggy halfway, updates him on Matt's current state.

[dumpster-of-the-lost-souls]

Jak and daxter au thingy.

@radioactivepeasant hope you don't mind the tag

"Counsel adjourned," Ashelin declares as she rises from her seat as she and the majority of the council file out of the room. Veger hangs back sneering down his nose at me.

Drumming my fingers on the armrest of the chair I straighten up and turn my attention to him. "Count Veger, Is there something you require from me?" Stay calm and cordial, treat Veger like one of the elders back home. You gotta play this right.

"What I require from you is your exile from this city!" Veger spat.

"Count Veger, what is your problem with me exactly? You loathe my existence for some cy- precursor damned reason I cannot fathom." I raise my hands defensively as I talk.

Veger scoffs and stands up gesturing with his cane and smacking the broken antler on my head for added emphasis which smarts.

"Isn't it obvious? You've been twisted and warped by the dark eco, you're dangerous and unstable like that other one,"

Don't rise to the bait Kira, he's trying to piss you off on purpose don't let him win.

"You hate my guts because of the dark eco, of course thats why you hate me. You don't hate me because of something that I've done. You hate me for as something as shallow as that. I can't control the fact that I was forcibly conscripted into the Dark Warrior program."

I give Veger a flat look giving him an exasperated expression.

"While I will admit I've been aggressive and hostile to some people of Haven, I haven't committed physical violence against them. I've been aggressive and spiteful because I'm an asshole not that I'm some unhinged serial killer fueled by dark eco,"

Veger snarls at me, "Don't play games with me eco freak! You're plotting something I know it," Well he's not wrong, but I'm not fucking telling him that.

"Its only a matter of time until I figure out what you're planning and you will be exiled to join the other one," I sigh rubbing my forehead to feign a headache which isn't that far off.

"Count Veger for the last time, I swear by my Madre's stew that I'm not plotting anything. My tormentors are dead and I've moved on with my life. I'm not plotting any revenge schemes since it would be a waste of my time, "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind" as my Amá would say,"

Veger snarls like a feral animal slamming his hands onto the armrests towering over me in his anger.

"I won't fall for your mind tricks eco freak!"

"Count Veger, I swear to you by the divine light of the Precursors that I am not playing mind games with you," I stare Veger dead in the eyes as I swear that oath to him, lying to his face with the confidence of a con artist.

The two of us stare each other down for what feels like an eternity before Veger straightens up.

"So even you can recognize the glory in the Precursors, It's a shame that someone so devout is tainted by the wretched darkness,"

"it is a shame isn't it," I say, feeling something in me twist, I have to pull this off. "If only Baron praxis had made a light eco warrior program instead of a dark warrior program," I'm fishing here, come on Veger start talking, he chuckles.

"I had proposed to him that very thing, but he rejected the idea. The monks had graciously given me some Light eco for my experiments but I had no subjects to test on," I straighten up a little more as Veger turns away monologuing.

"It was through them that I learned that King Damas had survived Praxis' coup and had been blessed with two heirs. Two heirs to the bloodline that was bestowed with the powers to channel eco by the precursors them selves."

Oh fuck me.

"Spiriting the two away was the easy part, alas they were more wily than I anticipated and slipped away from me." Veger turns to look at me sneering. "One of them may be out of my reach but as soon as the second is found I can resume my experiments, I will craft the savior of this world and be blessed by the divine light of the precursors themselves."

"I see, Count Veger I hope that works well for you, I've overstayed my welcome as is. Good day to you," I bow to him and exit the room, as soon as I've gotten out of earshot I break into a sprint and take a jump out the nearest open window.

"shit fuck shit fucking fuck VIN!" I yell as I start beelining it to the power station.

"Good news the broadcast went well. bad news where do I start?" Vin starts rambling in my ears as I keep running ducking into alleys and hopping rooftops in order to keep out of the eye of the "freedom league" I can hear a commotion behind me as I keep running.

"Vin do you have access to any photographs of King Damas in his youth?" I ask cutting through his rambling with a stupid idea with no guarantee to work.

"Of course I do, Keira got me connected with the palace records last week," I nod to myself as I keep moving.

"cool, cool cool, Can you rig up a facial recognition software bot coded to him or something and start running all security footage for anyone about 5 years or younger and see if there's any matches?"

"yeah I can by why do you? Oh ohh I get it I'll get right on that, I should have printed versions of any matches and any attached documents by the time you get here, whatever plan you got I hope it works,"

"thanks Vin you're a lifesaver!"

"Don't mention it,"

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The power station is quiet allowing me to leaf through the papers Vin had printed out for me in peace. There looks to be two main matches, photos taken from a kid on security footage being herded around by members of the underground and a second kid who had ended up being swept into the dark warrior program.

I grab the second kid's file and look at the font of it. staring at the photos of such a little kid, eventually looking over to the series of symbols that designated prisoner number.

This new script I was still trying to learn and translate in my head, but the series of numbers on the paper matched the numbers tattooed on my sternum.

I put the papers back into the folder and sigh.

If Vin's search is right, If this is right.

I'm the little kid in the dark warrior program, all grown up.

I'm one of the kids Veger kidnapped.

I'm one of two heirs of the House of Mar.

I'm-

I have to shake my head hard enough to clear it, smacking myself in the face a few times.

Fucking FOCUS!

Get this information to king Damas first have a breakdown later.

"A copy of the broadcast has been downloaded to your talk-box," Vin says drawing my attention to him. "I get the feeling you aren't telling me about the plan," I nod as I pull the talk box out of it's port sticking it in my bag next to the papers and medallion.

"Yeah, I'm not even sure this is a good idea, but I have to do something," I give Vin's holographic projection a weak smile, "thank you, again, for everything," I wave to him as I leave slowly working across the city heading to the port.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw: SA mention, parental abuse mention, sibling abuse mention, parental SA, physical abuse mention,

Looking for validation, help, support

I always say my mom isn’t my SA bc I don’t wanna think she is. I don’t wanna think like that. My sibling already sexually abused me in physically forcible ways and beat me when we were little kids. My father talks about women in disgusting ways, even sexually toward minors as far as I’m aware he hasn’t raped anyone…but he was emotionally abusive to me when I was little. I already had an abusive ex boyfriend and an abusive family friend. Both of which were emotionally, psychologically, and sexually abusive to me. Is it SA if my mother would pinch and grab my ass usually with me screaming at her or trying to get away? I never liked stuff like that as a kid I hated it. She doesn’t do it anymore but she did when I was little.

Sometimes I look at what I write about my abuse and I don’t even believe it. It’s a lot but I always feel I’m never telling enough of the truth even when I’m really trying to. Idk what’s wrong with me. And the hypersexuality people think I’m lying about and the abuse bc nobody thinks I was the victim. My mother literally said I abused her when I was a kid and she said I was a really difficult kid to take care of. I never touch my abusers nor do I let them touch me bc I fucking hate touch. My abusers got a new family friend who legit sexually harassed me and then cried wolf when I called them out among everybody they said I was spreading rumors and now they want revenge on me bc I was “spreading rumors” and therefore “bullying them” and my family said I was a liar bc I’m spiteful toward them and now I’m attacking their friends…like omfg. I know I was sexually harassed like…the tricks these fuckers play all the time I swear to god I’m never saying I was abused ever again bc I just have absolutely no voice and no supporting people in my life.

Hi anon,

I'm sorry to hear about what you've been through. It's understandable to find it difficult to entertain the possibility of your experiences being worse than you're currently accounting for, because it's already overwhelming. It sounds like being gaslit, disbelieved, or antagonized may influence the feeling that you're never telling enough of the truth or that you can't believe it yourself. It can be exhausting to be constantly told you're lying and spreading rumors when you're really just trying to speak up for yourself. Please know that we believe you.

It's difficult because when it comes to something like moms pinching and grabbing their kid's butt, sometimes it's SA and sometimes it's not. But especially if you were screaming at her and telling her to get away, it seems more likely that it could be considered SA.

If anyone would like to chime in, please feel free to do so. Otherwise, I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[ancha-aus]

Yes!! That is why i send it because it was also living rent free in my head!! :D

You are so right honestly. The gnag would not be fighting to kill these people because they KNOW that Dream matters s much for Nightmare. Which would leave Kilelr at a strong disadvantage.

Killer taking a few hits?! Just because he KNEW the attack would end up hitting too close to Ngihtmare's hiding place?! And as he knows he can't block the attacks he just takes the hit. it is better than the alternative! God my heart.

AND FUCK! The fact that Drema would manage to hit the outer layer of Killer's soul? (which causes an INSANE amount of mana bleeding) and then hit his spine?! Which causes a shitton of marrow bleeding?! (something something that dream is still learning to fight with blade snad it was probably Blue who is helping him learn and that is the thing that gav ehim the small edge to do it.)

And Killer. Killer ebing able to stand for a little while after. With not one but TWO mortal wounds. before he crumbles. He can't stand with those wounds. Him laying there in a lot of pain. Just staring upwards at Dream walks over. Ready to finish him off. Killer just listening with half an ear to Dream while he is mostly focussed on trying to hear if the others are on their way. To make sure they get here before Dream can truly start searching for Nightmare. Praying Nightmare will remain hidden.

Killer powering through every extra small hit that burns and stings. because he knows he needs to hold on for as long as he can. He NEEDS to protect his little brother. He needs to make sure little nighty is safe.

Dream staring him down. Giving painful hit after hit. glaring. cursing him out for what he has done. for all the pain he caused. for lying to nightmare and tricking him (which btw. killer laying on the gorund. very fucking confused? because what the fuck is drema talking about? mindcontrol? tricking? sure? He tricked nightmare into going to bed on time in trade for reading him a story but he didn't see that as a bad trick? killer thinks he may be hallucinating at this point because dream is not making any sense AT ALL)

and drema gets ready for that final shot. so ready to clean this earth of this terrible thing that tricked and corrupted his brother. only for a form with an owlmask to rush between that thing and dream's arrow. the mask taking the hit and cracking before fallingg apart.

Nightmare standing there. arms outstretched. asking, no begging, dream "Please. please don't hurt him. please. he didn't do anything wrong. it was may fault. please don't hurt him. please dream. He is innocent."

and drema can't beleive it for a moment. He prods those emotions. ready to find an illusion. but that is... that is nightmare... his magic is the eXACT same as the time before the ritual. that nervous energy and tiny bit of fear is the same. that is his twin... his... his younger twin... his now... younger brother?

Nightmare is sitll pleading "please don't hurt anymore. please. I am sorry. I didn't... i swear i didn't mean to make a mess. I was trying to help and no one is at fault but me. please call off your attack-" only to get grabbed.

Dream for a moment hesitates. he still needs to kill that thing that caused the corruption, did he though? but then he hears the storm and grows nervous.

Then dream decides to just take nightmare and go. He can't risk losing time. Even one more shot would cost time and some of dream's magic. he may need it later. So he grabs nightmare and take shim away.

Ngihtmare struggling as he reaches for killer "No! No stop! He needs help! He is hurt!" and dream is so happy! Because that is his brother! His brother who cared about everyone! but dream knows he will have to take the time to make sure nightmare knew that some poeple didnt deserve that ccare.

And Killer!! Killer laying on the ground. powerless to move much less get up to grab nightmare back. Watching as dream STEALS nightmare away. Forced to watch as he has to come to terms that he failed. he failed the very duty he was hired to do. Why he was even allowed to stay in the frist place. he failed to protect nightmare. He failed to keep him safe. Instead nightmare was forced to protect him. Killer feels worthless as he lays there. He failed. he failed.

ccino!! On that note just to mention your tags. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE FORGOT ERROR IN ThiS COUP!

Okay. but if error was with ccino the whole time? first to protect the servants and maids who are taking shelter (which i love much ebtter than just running. they go to a safe area and stay there.

Maybe error waas even with ccino when ccino found error. because ccino told him he would search for the others and nightmare and error refuses to let ccino go alone. First, he wants to help search for nightmare, second, because ccino can't fight. he has no magic and no way to defend himsefl. so like hell if error letting him go. Ccino is thorn but decides it is better to keep error with him because this way Ccino cna make sure error doens't join any actual fights.

and Ccino still figure sout where to go. by the vibe, the slashes on the walls. the messes. He finds the room where Killer and Nightmare had been going to to evacuate before they ran out of time.

And ccino and error find Killer bleeding out from two different and equally bad woudns.

Error is frozen. He never saw someone THAT hurt before. He never... sure he saw people with injuries... but not like this... never like this... Ccino doens't hesitate. He rushes to Killer's side and starts trying to stop the bleeding and keeping the woudns close.

Killer staring at him and seemingly trying to mutter things but he can't form words. Ccino just tells him to stay still and safe his strength. (killer feeling so bad. He can't even admit he loves ccino now. he can't even admit he failed, he can't tell them to go after dream and nightmare. he is useless. he is just a burden. he is making them waste their time on him and he is clearly a lost cause at the moment.)

Ccino asking error if he knows healing magic. and error knows a bit!! But not for!! Not for soul damage!! Not for cracked and broken spine veins!! that is next level healing and needs specialised spells!! Stuff that error doens't know!

And error can't leave ccino and killer now. even as ccino asks him to search for healers. what if whoever did this come sback?! And fidns them both?! And kills them!? Error NEEDS to protect him! (error knows... nightmare would never forgive him for leaving both of his brothers alone to be killed. Error knows that Nightmare would prefer error to remain with ccino adn killer in case they needed protection over on a wild chase to search for him (error was right. when nightmare hears error did this nightmare will hug error and thank him for protecting his brothers))

And as you said. Ccino knows it is a matter of time before Killer dies (probably why he also tried to get Error to leave. Ccino knows Error wouldn't make it back in time with healers. but at least he can protect the kid from having to SEE someone dust. Ccino wouldn't do that for himself however. If Killer is going to die Ccino is going to make sure he is as comfortable as he can and not alone) But Ccino isn't ready to just give up on him quite yet. Killer is one of the first who joined the castle. The first new person that was loyal and the most loyal. He is the most important person to Ngihtmare (Ccino nevercounts himself as that) and if ccino is being honest to himself he like sKiller a lot. The idea of him dying hurts so so much.

So Ccino does one desperate plan. He asks the entity in the castle itself. For error? it must be FUCKING weird to just... hear Ccino do like a paryer... because... wasn't Nightmare hte only god this country believed in?

Ccino just holding unto Killer so tightly "Being in the air. Being in the stars. The one that watches and protects. Please. Please i beg you. PLease don't let death take him. I know it is a lot to ask and I can't give you a lot. but please. please don't take him. please." and his voice is still even somehow but there is an edge to it.

Ccino just concentrates on the wounds and doens't see it. Doesn't feel it.

But Error, error who can feel and sense magic. feels IT. He feels something powerful. More pwoerful thant dust's raw power. More powerful than even Geno casting his most powerful spell. and it feels old... older than the magic that Ngihtmare had been using back when he was goop. older than those old rituals he was taught at school.

There isn't a lot of energy to it. Not a lot of mana. But the strength, age and power behind it. It is there. It may not be as strong as it could be, as it should be, but Error can feel it SHOULD be powerful. it feels otherearthly and strange. Not like any magic he ever felt before...

And then he sees some of the brown lines on the walls, the stone that had been slowly turning from grey to a more natural brow, start to light up. Old runes appearing and moving.

Like... snakes? no... like vines... like roots spreading and slowly reaching Killer. Ccino isn't seeing it. Ccino is ONLY focussed on stopping AS MUCH of the bleeding as he can.

Error however is staring. the old strange magic reaches Killer. and he can see the magic forcing the thin layer of dust to merge with Killer's body again. and the magic forms a slight seal around the spine wound and the soul injury. this very light film kind of membrane over it. fragile but serving its purpose.

THe bleeding slows and Killer wakes back up. the magic disappears as ccino stares shocked at the slight improvement before focussing on killer and talking and speaking to him to keep him in the here and now. Keep him alert.

Error is shocked. He is pretty sure he just saw divine intervention. But he enver mentions it to anyone. because he doubts ANYONE knows what THAT was... Maybe he will evnetually ask Reaper. because reaper is old as dirt (reaper laughs that that) so reaper may have heard of something? (reaper doesn't. but he may ask Life. and Life? Life may have heard of the old original legends of The Tree of Magic. Said to grow in a land filled with magic and filled with many forests and trees baring fruit... Life once visited Orchard, where this legend orginated from, but she never found her answers because by then the royals had a TIGHT hold on another that was connected to that information.)

anyway. Then the knights rush in and see the ACTUAL blood and mana covered floors. Ccino holding the wound close seemingly as his hands, arms and clothes are absolutely soaked. Ccino snaps at them for one of them to get a healer and be fucking fast!

Dust rushes off as he is the fastes while horror takes cross to be near killer and sees HOW badly it is. (he can't see the magical seal, i think no one can but those EXTREMELY skilled in magic. which at the moment is just error)

The healers get there and the healers is shocked and horrified by the wounds. they get to work and are mystified how killer COULD have lived through that... then agai... Ccino had been wiht him and ccino is a miracle worked.

And yes! I wanted it to be that death is peaceful and painless it is safe and will keep him safe and comfrotable. Life is hard and difficult. It is painful.

So there is Chara, or a mental image of chara, who will lead him to this new place. a place where he can rest. where he doens't need to think or worry. and in a way. Killer who is so close to dying. Who is so close to dusting. He doens't remember everything. He just knows that this voice... he used to follow this voice... this voice was trustworthy right?

Then he is stopped. the tree is all prickles and painful because it is ALIVE! and iwht it being alive it brings some of the life back to killer. making him feel that he is VERY MUCH in pain. and Killer doens't want to follow. He wants to rest.

And the tree? the tree is very much ready to drag Killer back kicking and screaming. Ccino wants him alive so by all the power that this tree still has it will DRAG killer back to the living realm. But... with that in mind. the tree channels what Ccino asked him. please. bring hi back. please.

And killer? killer doens't know why. doens't know who... but he knows that he wants to go wiht that voice. The voice that sounds hurt and scared and desperate. he wants to follow that voice over the calm voice promising peace and quiet. So Killer holds unto that painful feeling and does with it.

And he wakes back up. only to stare right up at Ccino. Ccino who is holding him and who is warm even as Killer feels so so cold and everything hurts.

Then after the healers get to killer and cross. Dust and horror continue searching for nightmare. Just to find nothing. to realise he was taken. And later that killer confirmed. That he failed. He failed and drema took him and he is so sorry. He failed as a kngiht as a brother. (the kngihts don't see it as killer failing. they saw the wounds he suffered. They knew he tried EVERYTHING he could)

Sidenotes!!

Dust and Error mixing their magic to find Nightmare. Error being able to use his complex spell waving and casting to kinda make a network to scan for magic that is nightmares. but not strong enough to make it big enough. Then Dust asking if he can make it work electrical. Which error can. Then Dust takes the spell and just SUPERCHARGES it with like...a lightning bolt or seven. (look he wanted to be sure the spell would reach nightmare) Error blasts it up in the sky to get a better reach. And Dust shoots it with ANOTHER fuck you lightning (the full attack and pwoer version) to blast it EVEN higher and to super charge it again.

the spell net is able to settle over the entire country and a good part of all the neighbouring countries like an electro magnetic field. And Error is able to use other spells to make a magical map. With a marker where nightmare is. (because error made the electro magnetic field the exact oposite of Nightmare. making it that the field wants to go and pull towards nightmare. Making it like a fucking bull eye in pattern around the spot that nightmare is in)

(Nightmare in the camp. suddenly feeling static in the air. feelign the static and... it feels like dust? and error? and he knows... he knows they are coming for him.) (drema meanwhile is shaking outside. because he can see a gigantic storm in the distance. and from the words of it. it is large enough that is COVERS the whole kingdom of nightmare nad him. One giant storm. angry and full of lightning.)

The knights and error go to retrieve Nightmare (ccino remains by killer's side. he knows he can't help in any meaningful way witht eh actual rescue. and he still wnats to keep an eye on killer's healing.) and as soon as they are there? this time Dust doesn't mess around. he is making a STRAIGHT line to dream. He is galloping towards him on horse back.

Horror tackles blue and keeps him busy.

And cross? cross forms a living shield. He stands between dust and ink. He refuses to let ink fight anyway. "Either you fight me or not at all." and ink tries to reason with his friend. he doens't want to fight him! But while ink is distracted? Cross casts the spell to control his magic. Sorry ink. Cross isn't risking it this time.

and dream? dream doesn't stand a chance against a pissed off dust. Dust casts fuck you lightning at point blank and the combination of pure electricity and the fear of it? it knocks drema out. fully out. this guy is not getting up for a WHILE.

Error rushes past everyone as he searches for nightmare. He has a spell to make him invisible. he finds nightmare and confesses he like shim. only for it to NOT BE the time. because nightmare is so worried about his brothers, and his twin, and the fact hta the still believes Killer to HAVE DIED.

Error is panicking and a bit hurt but also sees how distressed his friend is. (error making the mental note to try and impress and confess later again. wiht a grander gesture) before bringing nightmare to horror.

hroror holding nightmare. nightmare shaking and muttering about killer being dead because of him. and hroror knowing the problem. him holding nightmare close and gentle hushing him. telling him it is okay. that ccino found killer and saved him. And nightmare. nightmare who knows that ccino can do ANYTHING at this point. relaxes. because if ccino got to killer in time ccino will have saved his brother.

and they go home!!

side note side note. Ccino TOTALLY has nightmares after saving killer. Both about him failing to keep him stable. about the magic rejecting his request and stopping helping him because he asked too much. about killer being mad at him for saving him to begin with. Nightmare himself being mad that Ccino didn't continue to search for him. that ccino didn't even care enough to try and save nightmare. Ngihtmare in his nightmares is always sad because "Don't you love him anymore?"

So yeah. some angst for flavour. these nightmares disappear mostly once nightmare is back and thanks him for saving killer, and once killer is awake enough to grin at ccino and tells him killer owns him one for saving him.

Okay that is it. I am done.

Hey! The ask!! Lets see if i can manage to type everything i thought about in the time i got my break!!

So. I got thinking. (This was also a half baked drabble idea but didnt feel like making it a full one so you are getting the idea like this!! >:D)

We spoke about how Killer would be guarding Nightmare in the raid where Dream manages to steal him.

The problem is. If Killer can still move this guy WILL throw himself at Dream to save Nightmare. Meaning that Killer has to be mortally wounded. (Also works with why Nightmare rushes to shield his older brother)

So we got Killer just laying in whatever room Nightmare and him ahd been in. Probably slowly bleeding out.

On one hand. You can have the Knights run in right after. But then what is stopping them from splitting up, one part staying with Killer and one part rushing after Dream? And it has been YEARS since Dream last visited the castle. He may not remember everything quite right.

So... in theory. It should take more time for the Knights to get to Killer. But Killer is mortally wounded.

So. In comes!! Ccino (my beloved).

Ccino had been going towards killer and nightmare after helping the servants and maids evacuate or go to the bunker.

He gets there to see Killer pretty much laying there dying on the ground, Nightmare no where to be seen.

What does he do?

Ccino's crisis management skills activate. He wants to find Nightmare but he has no clue of where Nightmare went and he has no way to fight whoever took him. Killer is in front of him actively dying.

He goes to Kilelr's side.

Killer, the romantic idiot, probably realises he is fucking dying. So maybe he is like. Maybe i can confess? (Add some extra angst and make it that the hit was by either his neck or spine or soul. Making him unable to communicate)

Ccino is trying to keep the wound closed but he has no healing magic. He doenst even have first aid kit on him beyond the bare minimum. What does he do?

Well... he knows there is one being still in the castle. He does a little prayer and asks for help.

For Killer? Killer is slowly falling unconscious. He tried to confess but cant speak. He cant even apologise for failing everyone and losing Nightmare. At least Ccino is here in his last moments. He isnt alone. So he falls asleep.

Maybe some warm light guides him. A familiar voice that was once a friend? He tries to follow only to be stopped. Stopped by something sharp and pulling him down. Back into the darkness. It feels like when he fell into a bush. The way those thorns prick his bones.

Killer at first tries to follow the image of his friend (were they his friend? They saved him right? So why shouldnt he follow them?)

Only to hear so soft. So quietly from the darkness. 'Please dont let him die...'

And that sounds like Ccino... so Killer follows that voice. Goes into the darkness and it feels as if he traveled through a overgrown forest with sticks and stuff all pulling on his limbs.

And he wakes up. His skull in Ccino's lap as Ccino keeps the wound closed and did the best first aid he did. Moments later the Knights rush in to assist.

(Yes. The tree pulled Killer's soul back to the living side while the memories of chara were trying to pull killer into oblivion and get him to die)

Okay that is all. I wanted to get that out of my system.

Okay. Hi. As always, losing my everloving mind over this. Gonna make a Cut so it's easier to scroll hehe-

First off, you are SO right about Killer fighting till he physically can't move. I think that the combat between Dream and Killer is actually decently drawn out, because Dream is kinda in a frenzy (Storm growing outside + just obliterated Cross as far as he knows) and as a mostly long-range attacker it was stupid of him to try and fight Killer alone in a confined space. Killer's fast, and has a lot more to lose if he loses this fight (Nightmare is still hidden but low key stuck, and Dream is very adamant about ending his life) so he gets up close and personal for a while and lands quite a few solid attacks. However, Killer has also heard about Dream. He saw the distress on his little face when Cross admitted who had sent him and why. How Nightmare refused to send an assassination party to end things prematurely. This is Night's brother, so Killer won't kill him. As much as he wants to.

This leaves him at a direct disadvantage, and anytime he backs off to recoup Dream shoots arrows at him. (I also think he took a couple on purpose, because where he'd hidden Nightmare was the trajectory and he couldn't block it fast enough). And then, I like to think that when Killer gets in really close one time, Dream summons his blades, the ones he was still a novice with. But! One of Them peirces Killer's outer ring of his soul, and Dream jabs upwards (kinda using his other hand on the hilt to have more force) and wedges it into Killer's spine just past his ribcage. When Dream does this it his the magical equivalent of a vein, and when he shoves Killer away and off his blade, the other can only stay upright for a few stumbles before he teeters and falls onto his back.

Soul out in the open, covered in wounds (I like to think Dream's arrows peirce and burn), and now bleeding and seemingly paralyzed, Dream pulls out his bow again, ready to shoot Killer straight in his target soul. But, he's still selfish, and he wants to monolgue a bit, curse Killer (who he believes has been controlling his brother for so long) and shoots his hand, then a gash in his neck from a well-placed arrow, until he can see that dusty layer rising on Killer's bones signaling it'll be a slow death.

But, when he finishes cursing out Killer, is ready to fire the final shot? Nightmare had been hiding in a wardrobe, when Killer had stopped talking he'd gotten worried and peeked out against his better judgement. Now, with the scene, he rushes into the crossfire and, like we've discussed, the arrow ricochets off the mask and knocks it off, revealing Night in his teen form.

And it's a quick pleading, a desperate little plea from Nightmare not to kill Killer, or hurt his knights or the people. To just stop. And Dream, after his moment of shock + probing Night's emotions to find this really is him, scoops him up. His intention was to finish Killer off, but the storm outside roars louder and he can feel a strong emotion hurrying his way, so he decides to retreat. Killer should bleed out anyways.

And now finally to your point!!! Ccino is absolutely the best option! The Knights have no idea what's happening inside, and all they can. Do to help is keep Blue and Ink occupied. Cross is down for the count and looking rough, and they just have to trust that Killer got Night out or somewhere safe. Ccino? Ccino finished his part of the job, efficient af, and is rushing to go find Nightmare and Killer. He doesn't know Dream got in, he doesn't know quite where they'd be, but he can kinda sus it out based on carnage and wet steps in the halls where *soneone* got it. If they did, Killer would probably be stalling with Night nearby.

And like u said, he gets there and finds Killer actively dying, and crisis management kicks in! Ough everything about this moment is so perfect... Ccino never learned medicine, and has no healing magic, so he can only make Killer a little more comfortable and put pressure on his wounds to try and stop the bleeding. And he *sees* that soul injury. No matter how well he staunches the blood flow with his apron, that would surely kill him without treatment. And Killer seems to still be conscious, but barely. He's fading. And silent, which is deeply eerie and Wrong.

And good gods. Killer wanting so so bad to confess because, he's gonna die anyways so he wants to get it out, but he Literally can't say anything?? Wauhh!!!!!

And Ccino reaching out to the Veing in the castle... praying, begging for Killer to be saved, because Ccino refuses to leave him alone, and also refuses to lose him. Killer was Night's first knight, the most important person in that kid's world (Ccino doesn't count himself). All the Knights rely on Killer for guidance and support. Ccino needs Killer in his life, this idiot, this criminal, is somehow one of his favorite people in this castle. Please, please, please don't let him go. Keep him here until help arrives. *please*.

And the Castle obliges. Not only is Killer the one who protected Nightmare, the prince who is restoring this land, but Killer is one Ccino values. Ccino is here, stopping his wounds, begging for help to save a life. He hasn't done that before.

And!!! The description from Killer's perspective!!!!! For all intents and purposes, it seems the warm friendly voice (Chara!!!) Should be the one he follows. It's gentle, beckoning towards a soft glow, it's peaceful. And then the tree's method of getting Killer back is to snag him. Darkness, unpleasant contact that stabs and pricks and scratches. It's not nice, it's not subtle, it's dragging him back into pain and agony of his injuries (even if it's not immediate). But Killer doesn't fight because he hears Ccino! Even if he doesn't process that it's him, it unlocks something in his core that makes him decide to take the hard route and push back through that dense forest until he's back to the living realm. Still on death's door, but alive!

Oh I love this visual so dearly, frothing at the mouth about it....

And ofc the aftermath. Dream couldn't find the main entrance, so he snuck out a servant's door and signaled from outside that he was ready to go. The militia (I think the guard was busy holding off militia members from entering the castle walls) retreats first, scattering into town and Rogers demands no pursuit, hold the walls strong. Then Blue and Ink narrowly escape by simply using Ink's magic puddles, appearing somewhere else in the city through a big enough rain puddle. (Though, miles out they're still dodging the occasional lightning strike).

Only after they're too far off do the knight rush back. Horror's got Cross (in critical condition due to a blow to the side of his ribs+spine but ultimately stable) and Dust leads the way to search for Night and Killer, also following the trail Dream had left, and... they find Ccino and Killer. Killer is very very much limp in Ccino's lap, they're basically sitting in a pool of Killer's blood, and Ccino upon spotting them rapidly tells Dust to go find a healer and bring them here. Immediately.

Horror sets Cross nearby and focuses his efforts on trying to help Ccino put pressure on Killer's wounds but he can't do much either.

But, y'know, the healers who have magic for it are able to stabilize him (they are flabbergasted that he's not dead) and Cross is alright too. Dust + Horror go searching for Night. Nowhere to be found.

[hanniejji]

books and library shenanigans

[ albedo x gn!s/o ]

summary: the library's a very peaceful place to entertain yourself with books or study. unfortunately, you chose none of the two and decided to be an lovely annoying menace while albedo works.

notes: found this funny tiktok vid and i just knew i had to write it, also an apology for the long overdue phoenix fic hhnhnh | m.list

words: 956 | warnings: s/o kinda slipped their hand under his shirt for fun and a small innuendo but it's safe i swear :'D

it's another day of annoying your dear boyfriend, albedo just knew it the moment you stepped foot in the library with the excuse of "oh no, absolutely not my dear! how can you think of me like that? i'm merely here to study!"

bullshit, you don't like studying in the library unless he's studying with you.

"hey, you're technically with me right now."

"i am working on my shift, love," albedo sighed—almost sounding like he's tired of your shit, however the smile on his face says otherwise. he wouldn't say it out loud to save himself from your teasing, but he does appreciate being able to see you whilst he works at the front desk. he could just glimpse at you every now and then as you go about your studies.

what he wasn't expecting though, is for you to spend your supposedly 'study time' on causing shenanigans.

"l-love!?" almost dropping the books in his arms, he turns his head to see your face very very close to his, rendering his cheeks and the tips of his ears in a rosy color.

"shush," your voice sounds too close. he felt chills travel across his spine, "just taking a break from my studies."

"love, i am still working!" he chides softly.

he eyes both ends of the aisle, hoping to god that no one comes around this row of the bookshelves while the two of you are still in a very… promising position.

gosh why did you choose to be a menace on his shift?

"you're very warm." your arms wrapped around his middle tighter, nose brushing against the skin on his neck—he can feel every warm breath you take and as you speak.

honestly, if he could stay here in your arms longer, he would. it felt so nice to be near you and feel your touch, shoulders dropping from tension and relaxing.

maybe he could use a short break right now.

until your hand slipped under his sweater.

"l-love!" he yelped a little too loud.

"sssh!"

he frantically whipped his head to check if anyone had come across the aisle, breathing a sigh of relief once he's sure that no is near.

"my, my, you're quite jumpy today."

"and whose fault do you think that is?"

your giggles rang in his ears, goosebumps covering his arms when he felt your lips touch the skin of his neck for a quick peck, before you pull away from his waist. he felt a little disappointed at the absence of your warm, but he dares not to utter it less he sees another one of your mischievous grins. at least you're done messing with him, he would appreciate it if you don't pull another trick on him while he's working.

oh, how wrong he was.

the next few hours, he can feel your stare on him the whole time. your gaze is basically glued on his figure at the front desk, he wonders if you even came here to study in the first place. other than your stare, a few paper planes would reach the desk and he would send you a tired look, rolling his eyes when he sees your smirk and hand gesturing for him to read it.

every paper plane contains compliments that are�� quite a bit too much.

u always look good, that's for sure. but you're too handsome in those glasses, mind observing me with those on? ;)

damn, can't even focus on my chem notes. the only chemistry i want is the one u and i have <3

does your work include looking pretty at the front desk?

checking books and accounts is in ur job description, yeah? why don't u check me out?

fuck physical gravitation, i'm attracted to u!

albedo sighs for the nth time, folding the paper plane and discretely slipping it inside his pocket. they're all so characteristically cringe, but he'd be lying if he said none of them made his heart skip a few beats and the corner of his lips tug upwards for a split second. not that he would admit it, but he's pretty sure that you caught on it with how intense you're looking at him right now.

thankfully, you didn't do anything far from the paper planes.

a few moments later, he sees you stand up and disappear behind the science genre aisle, hopefully to finish what you actually came here for.

oh, he spoke too soon.

your figure comes up to the front desk, bag over your shoulder and a few books that you probably want to check out.

"finish studying, love?"

"uh huh!" your enthusiasm is really blinding, but he couldn't bare looking away for even a second as he grabs the books from your arms. "what can i say, the library has a very unique way of inspiring me to study well! a pretty view, effective if i say so myself."

"are you sure you even did any studying?" eyebrow raised, he turns to register your books.

"of course i did! i even got some books to help me later in my study."

the smirk on your face is a little suspicious, he thinks.

"oh really?"

nothing could have prepared him for the amount of… explicit books you handed him.

before he could even compose himself, he can already feel how incredibly warm his cheeks are, hands fumbling around with the books to seem like he's unaffected, clearing his throat. these books are… indeed, intimate and a little too explicit.

"what kind of 'study' are you meaning to do with all these books?"

"you."

this time, the book falls from his hand with a loud thud and he almost choke on air.

"love!"

"sssh!"

god, he's so done with your shit.

[marshmallow--3]

I've been thinking about something today

And it's one of those where I don't care if it never gets read, I wanna write this up for me

It got long so:

But I thought about how supportive Jake and Steven would be with me as their non-binary partner

(NB: I don't mention Marc because I don't have any attraction to him. I of course recognise he is a part of the system, he's just more of a friend than a guy I adore)

I thought about how angry and passionate Jake would get correcting my pronouns when people get them wrong

This came from an idea that @missdictatorme messaged me about yesterday, where Jake is edging you and a neighbour mistakes your sounds as Jake being unable to make you cum, he shouts abuse at him out the window like, "JUST FUCK HER WITH A DILDO YOU IMPOTENT FUCK"

And I thought about Jake yelling back, "IT'S THEY, PENDEJO, GET IT RIGHT"

My heart swelling at how he chose to defend me over his penis 🥺🥺🥺

And another idea is one I've been thinking about all day is with Steven

I just can't imagine I'd ever be okay with him seeing my chest either during sex or in the non-sexual moment of nudity, I'd be wearing a t-shirt during sex

But then when I have top surgery, once everything is healed up and I'm clear to exercise, I'd like to think I could be shirtless around him

Like obviously there's still a lot of stigma and trauma to overcome first, for a while I'd still see them as ugly, as taboo breasts that should be hidden from the world

I thought about him lying on the bed and me being able to take my shirt off and cross the room and lay with him, but I know I'd chicken out from doing that

So maybe I could sit next to him on the bed, let him lay a hand on my chest on top of my shirt. That's at least a step forward, I wouldn't have let him touch my chest at all before, it's a big red no no area

And overtime, building it up so instead of him placing his hand there and keeping it still, he could start to move it around, trace circles with his palms, spread his fingers out like wings

And when I finally do feel comfortable to let him take my shirt off, keeping my eyes to the side to try and trick myself - if I can't see him looking then he isn't looking, kind of thing

But I know he's looking

And I know his face is all heart-eyes

And I think about him tipping my face towards his to kiss me so softly and sweetly, his hand laying over my flat chest

It's the first time his fingers are coming into contact with my chest and god I'd feel so bare and exposed to him, that I'd swear his hand were touching my heart 🥺

And making love to him for the first time with a body that feels more like me 🥺😭

I can never have the body I want because that involves magic and shape-shifting, but at the very least I can remove things that destroy me every day

And knowing Steven would support me every step of the way and feel so lucky to be the one to be there throughout the whole thing, God I'm almost crying in McDonald's

Also I'd wanna be Steven's boyfriend (ik ik this is a binary but I like it, okay?)

And I'd wanna be Jake's partner

[silentxoxaria]

(gif not mine)

Sweet Tooth- Gabriel x Reader

|| part 9 ||

word count: 441

warnings: typical supernatural violence

A/N: again a short chapter im so sorry

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10 - Fallen Angel

You, Dean, and Sam are again thrown into the ballroom; you don't know how they captured you, but they were quick about it.

"How long have you known?" Gabriel asks Kali

"Long enough."

"How's the rescue going?" Dean sarcastically asks

"Well, surprise, surprise. The Trickster has tricked us." Kali says to the others

"Kali, don't." Gabriel whisper shouts

"You're mine now. And you have something I want" Kali reaches into Gabriel's jacket and removes his angel blade.

"An Archangel's blade. From the Archangel, Gabriel."

"Okay, okay! So I got wings, like Kotex. But that doesn't make me any less right about Lucifer."

"He's lying. He's a spy." Kali says

"I'm not a spy. I'm a runaway. I'm trying to save you. I know my brother, Kali. He should scare the living crap out of you. You can't beat him. I've skipped ahead, seen how this story ends—"

"Your story. Not ours. Westerners, I swear—the sheer arrogance. Do you think you're the only ones on earth? You pillage, and you butcher in your God's name. But you're not the only religion, and he's not the only God. And now you think you can rip the planet apart?" Kali says, cutting off Gabriel

"You're wrong. There are billions of us. We were here first. If anyone gets to end this world, it's me. I'm sorry." Kali stabs Gabriel with his own blade. Gabriel screams as a flash of light is released from his body.

"Gabriel!" You scream as you try to rush over to the now lifeless body but Sam pulls you back

"This is crazy." The god Mercury says

"They can die. We can kill Lucifer." Kali says, turning to face the other gods

"All right, you primitive screwheads, listen up," Dean said, grabbing all of their attention

"Are you outta your mind?" Sam asks angrily

"I'm outta options.." Deans says to his brother,

"Now, on any other given day, I'd be doing my damndest to, uh, kill you. You filthy murdering chimps. But, uh, hey, desperate times. So even though I'd love nothing better than to slit your throats, you dicks, I'm going to help you. I'm going to help you ice the devil. And then we can all get back to ganking each other, like normal. You want Lucifer, well, dude's not in the Yellow Pages. But me and Sam, we can get him here."

"How?" Kali asks him

"First you let those main courses go. Then we talk. We can either take on the devil together, or you lame-ass bitches can eat me. Literally." Dean replies

[anyoneseenadam]

Hiii. if you're still taking requests can you do a azriel one? (Can't get enough of him🤭🥰) can you witte one where azriel gets really badly hurt on a mission and barely makes it back and the reader freaking out and being really worried.?

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, sad shiz but happy ending

a/n: this isn’t as angsty as I planned but it’s a lil, pls comment if you like it and tell me ur thoughts <33

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Azriel had promised you the mission would be quick. In and out were his exact words.

You should’ve known better than to trust him when he spoke so casually about breaking into a palace in the human courts, you should’ve known that something would go horribly, inconceivably wrong. But when he smiled at you and held you against him, swaying from side to side you were too lost in his easy lies to care.

You had started going on more missions with him recently. While you weren’t a spy, you had an incredible knack for lying. Cassian joked that you were just a brat but even he couldn’t deny that you were talented when it came to batting your eyes and pressing a hand gently enough on a soldier’s arm that they would bend to your every will.

You and Azriel had also discovered that the most effective torture method was to trick whoever you had taken into a false sense of security, you would use a gentle tone and motherlike care to make them feel safe. And then they were always willing to speak, believing that once Azriel stopped his ministrations they could fall into the safety of your arms.

It was a good tactic and even Azriel was impressed when you first tried it. But that never quelled his protectiveness, the way an arm would find its way secured around your waist as soon as you had secured the information you needed, or the way he kissed you fiercely in his shadows when he was tired of watching men flirt with you.

The truth was you and Azriel were so completely in love, no amount of flirting could ever take you from the gentle but possessive grip of your mate. In some ways that’s what kept you going, knowing that at the end of the day you didn’t have to plaster on a fake smile and sweet voice.

At the end of the day, in the warmth and comfort of your share home you were yourself. You could wear the same jumper for weeks straight and laugh at crude jokes. You could do your makeup at 3am and then turn to your half-asleep mate with a pout, whining until he caved and let you do his makeup too.

But in the end, your complete devotion would come back to bite you in the ass.

It was your fault, or so you believed. If you had just kept your eyes on the general with bad breath and a crooked nose you wouldn’t be in this mess. But when he got to close your eyes flickered to were your mate stood, concealed in shadows, and through all the generals personal hygiene faults, he had been trained to notice subtle looks that gave you away.

He had grabbed you so tightly that you couldn’t help but yelp, drawing Azriel’s attention to you. And while you had disabled the general quickly you now had hoards of guards chasing you out of an area that was guarded against winnowing.

Azriel hadn’t wasted a second. You were his top priority and so he had abandoned the plan and grabbed you as quickly as he could, gathering you into his arms as he flew to the exit. You had spluttered apologies to him as he flew, your eyes trained on the guards chasing you, the guards who were now drawing bows.

Azriel was quick but the arrows were quicker. You threw your hands out, trying to bat off as many of them as you could with the limited power you held. But as concentrated as you were on the ones directed to his wings, you didn’t see the one aiming for his lower torso until you felt it graze you from where it left his body.

He grunted as you swore, finally out of the barriers as he winnowed to as close to home as he could. But while injured that wasn’t easy and you found yourselves standing in a wooded area, Azriel dropping you down much more roughly than usual, swearing as he leaned against a tree.

“Okay, okay I can fix this, you’re going to be fine.” You spoke, mainly to yourself as the panic inside you grew. You scanned the area, spotting a cave not too far off, not wanting to leave Azriel in the open when you had no idea what could be in these woods.

“C’mon baby, let’s go this way.” You slung an arm around him, just above the wound and began making your slow trek to the small cave. As soon as you had him sat down, you knelt in front of him, tears in your eyes as you cut open his top, so you had access to the wound beneath.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?” you heard him ask and you rolled your eyes, wiping away the stray tears.

“Why do you think dumbass,” you said, forcing a smile when he huffed a laugh.

“You can’t be mean to me right now,” he complained as you set about cutting off both ends of the arrow so you could remove it safely, wincing when he hissed, gritting his teeth.

You finally had both ends cut off and went to pull it out, removing your shawl and preparing to press it against the wound that was spouting far too much blood. You looked up at him with your hands pressed shakily against his wound and saw his skin was pale and sweaty, his eyes drooping as they tried to close. He fell forward slightly but you held him upright with your shoulder, panic rushing through you, white hot.

“Azriel c’mon no, none of that. You’ve got to stay awake baby, you’re too heavy for me.” You begged; your hands pressed tightly against his wound as you let the tears fall freely. You eventually had to pull away, moving him so he was leaning against the cave wall, taking extra precaution to ensure his head didn’t get hurt.

His eyes cracked open when he felt your blood-soaked palm press gently against his face, glassy and barely present.

“Hey, hey I need you to stay with me, okay?” you tried to smile, wanting to offer him any semblance of comfort.

“Always baby,” he whispered, and you smiled, pulling your hands away slightly and smiling when you saw the wound healing externally already.

“What are you getting me for solstice?” you asked, wanting to keep him awake and speaking.

“Not telling.” He muttered and you laughed.

“You have to, we have to talk about something.” You joked, pulling a hand away just long enough to wipe your eyes as you focused on his face.

“I had a few ideas; nothing seems good enough.” He muttered and you laughed.

“Tell me.”

“Well first I thought a necklace, books, maybe art supplies or something but that’s all boring,” he whispered, and you smiled, nodding.

“If it’s from you it won’t be boring,” you smiled, hands still pressed tightly against his wound.

“Well I also thought I could get you your own truthteller, maybe one with a pink handle.” He joked.

“Well you know full well I would love that, maybe baby pink with little white hearts on it,” he smiled at you, his head lulling slightly forward. You reached up to him again holding his head gently in your hands, before you lay him down, covering him in the rest of your shawl.

“You plan that then, I’m going to go get wood and we’ll start a fire okay, keep you warm.” You stroked his face gently, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.

“Be safe,” he grabbed your hand as you stood to leave,

“You first.”

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Your luck apparently ran out as soon as you looked at Azriel, given as soon as you walked out the cave the heavens opened, and you were soaked to the skin in the seconds. You grabbed as much wood as you could straight away, throwing it into the dry cave.

You then ventured further out, finding a rabbit, and killing and cleaning it out as quickly as you could, practically running back to the cave. You knelt down, starting a small fire, and removing your now dirty and completely soaked dress, ringing out your hair.

You then moved back to Azriel, brining him closer to the fire as you cooked speared the rabbit over it, cooking all the meat you could salvage of its small body.

“You’re so cold,” he muttered, pressing his nose into your bare skin as you shivered, moving even closer to the fire.

“Ah you know what they say, cold hands, cold heart.”

“I don’t think that’s the-“

“Shh,” you muttered, curling into him as you pressed together trying to steal some warmth from each other.

“If I get ill I’m going to kill you.” You whispered into his neck, and he chuckled, clenching his teeth when he moved to soon and your head shot up to him.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he shook his head, tightening his arms around you.

“No you’re alright,” he whispered. You lay there for a while longer, Azriel’s body limp, all his energy going into healing the deep wound in his side. Yours on the other hand was tense, ears perking up at any sound, half expecting a pack of rabid wolves to come eat you the second you allowed yourself to relax. When the rabbit was finished, you picked it apart, feeding it to Azriel gently, determined to get his energy back.

He was still so pale and no matter how hard you tried, nothing could quell the nausea in your stomach. Every time you looked at him when he closed his eyes your heart dropped, your anxiety telling you that this might just be the last time you ever see him.

You didn’t sleep all night, instead staying pressed against him, shivering in your undergarments as your dress dried by the fire. You regularly checked his pulse, temperature, breathing and whatever else you could, too afraid to take your eyes off of him for even a second.

By the time the sun finally rose, Azriel’s complexion had evened out and the wound in his side was puckering into a pink scar. You were beyond relieved, fussing over him when he woke up like the mother you often pretended to be.

You pulled your dress back on and stumbled to a near-by river to collect him some water, picking a species of berries you recognised along the way, and actively ignoring the cough you had developed over night.

You got back to the cave and almost cried in relief when you saw him sitting up, smothering the burning embers that used to be your fire. He looked over to you as you padded in and swore, standing to come to you.

“You look like shit what happened?” he asked, worry coating his features.

“Hey! I spent all night looking after you asshole,” you shoved him gently but he held tight, holding your chin in his slender fingers as he forced you to look at him.

“Shit it was raining last night,”

“Yeah?” you asked as he shook his head.

“That’s why you were so cold, c’mon let’s get you home you’re ill.” He muttered as you wildly protested.

“I’m fine, you need to rest,” you pointed at him, but he brushed you off, gathering you in his arms to winnow home.

“We can rest together, at home, in bed.” He stated, not leaving any room for argument so you relaxed in his arms, your head pressed against his shoulder.

“Okay,” you conceded, your voice small as he smiled down at you.

“Thank you for looking after me darling,” his voice was filled with sincerity, and you snuggled closer into him.

“Anytime.” You whispered as he winnowed you away, only vaguely aware of the feeling of him placing you down on your bed and curling around your back, arms tight and secure.

[bangtanreadingcorner]

the fact is • jeon jeongguk

plot – you're a waitress that gets stuck serving jeon jeongguk, who can't make his mind up on what to eat.

words – 6.4K

"Indecisive snot, aren't you?"

The words are out before you could stop them. Your natural instinct is to take it back and apologize, but this idiot has pushed you over the edge. He has changed his order six times and that was after adding sides and removing this or that. The customer - the arrogant brat of a chaebol, you thought to yourself - looking at his menu snapped his gaze to you, eyes widening in surprise, disbelief and was that intrigue? Nope. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Excuse me?" He says, eyebrows still raised to high heaven.

You weigh your options silently for a few moments. You could try and kiss his ass and loose your job. Or you could finish what you started and loose your job. Because there was no question, you were loosing your job. Speaking to a customer like that, in a restaurant as high end as this? The ultimate no-no.

The choice was a no brainer.

You give him a flat look, "Are you deaf?"

A surprised scoff leaves him and for a moment he stares at you, and then a smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth. "Do you not know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are, Jeon Jeongguk, I don't live under a rock." You roll your eyes at him.

"Huh." He frowns at you.

You frown back, "What?"

"I've never met someone so . . . outspoken before. Normally people are all compliments and well wishes." Jeongguk doesn't say how delightfully refreshing it is. Like a spring breeze, spreading through his veins and breathing colour into his monotonous life. This is the most excitement he's had since he went parachuting eight months ago. That is a sad thought, but unfortunately a true one.

"Yeah, well," You shrug, tapping your pen against your notebook. "Kissing ass and lying are two things that didn't make it onto my list of qualities."

"Speaking your mind, obviously did." He notes, still smirking.

"Excellent observational skills there, Sherlock." You deadpan.

Jeongguk laughs and you don't like the way it makes warmth simmer in your belly. He looks up at you with dark eyes and you privately think for all that the media gets wrong, they have one thing right. Jeon Jeongguk is ridiculously attractive. "What's your name?"

"Are you blind or illiterate?" You raise a brow down at him. He looks caught off guard for a moment.

"Um...neither?" It comes out unsure, hesitant.

"Then what exactly is stopping you from reading my name badge?" You ask, tapping the badge on your chest with your pen. You were already losing your job, so you might as well make the best of it.

He looks embarrassed for a second, eyes dropping to the table, cheeks dusting the faintest shade of pink.

You raise a brow, "So, are you going to order or are you going to complain to my manager and get me fired?"

"Fired for what?" He asks.

You want to snap at him, but the genuine confusion in his eyes made you hold your tongue. For once. In a 'duh' tone, you tell him. "Speaking my mind."

"Ah. Right." Realisation lights up in his eyes. "I could have you fired for speaking to me like that." He says, like the thought never occurred to him.

"I'll go get my manager then." You say and turn on your heel, not at all surprised.

Jeongguk's mind goes into an epic panic as you turn your back on him and he blurts a quick, "Wait."

"What?" You ask, turning back to him with an uninterested look.

"I said that I could. Not that I would." He tells you and it makes your speechless for about five seconds.

Then you squint at him with a slight glare, "What do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"You obviously want something in exchange for keeping quiet. What is it?" You speak matter-of-factly. After a moment you add, "Just know, if it's something sexual or in that direction, I'd rather loose my job."

Jeongguk gapes at you, looking stunned. "I don't know whether to be insulted by the insinuation that I need to blackmail someone into sleeping with me or that you'd rather loose your job than sleeping with me."

"So sorry for offending your delicate sensibilities." You drawled sarcastically. "You still haven't told me what you want."

"Well, I like coming here often and when I do and you're my server, I'd like you to always speak your mind around me." He said, with the smallest of shrugs, looking down at the silverware on the table instead of at you.

Confusion sweeps through you, his request catching you off guard. "Really? That's it?"

"Yes." He nods stiffly.

"I don't understand." You admit.

"You don't have to. You asked me what I want, this is it." He looks at you again, eyes still dark and piercing and you can't understand what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, yeah, I can do that." You nods eventually, noticing how his shoulders untense just a bit. You look at him, curious and full of questions, but cautious enough to not actually ask. "Are you gonna order now?"

"Why don't you surprise me? I can't decide what I want to eat." He says, handing you the menu.

"I'm shocked." You deadpan with a faux smile, before looking at him seriously. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"No." He shakes his head, lacing his fingers together and resting his hands on the table.

Your mind races for a few moments before settling on a dish. You nod at Jeongguk. "Okay, I'll be back with your food in a while then."

***

Three weeks later, you haven't served Jeongguk again. It's not that he hasn't been in, oh no, he has. You've seen him, caught him staring and then looking away quickly. He just hasn't sat at one of your tables again. Each week, the tables get rotated and there is four rotations, so you'll only be on Jeongguk's usual table next week.

You walked into the kitchen, just coming off your lunch break when Lee stops you and says, "Table 12 for you."

You look at Jae, who was on table 12 this week and got a hostile glare. You ignore her and look at Lee with confusion, "But I'm not on table 12 today."

"You were requested and customers here get what they want." Lee shrugs, giving you a 'it is what it is' look.

"By who?" You ask, having some idea of the answer. There is only one customer you know that would request you. You are always polite to the other customers but with an air of detachment, that keeps them from prying and you from getting into trouble. Until three weeks ago, that is.

"Jeon Jeongguk." Lee says, confirming your suspicions.

"Motherfucker." You swear.

Jae looks down her nose from you, "Don't he used to it. It won't last. He'll get bored of you soon enough."

"I hope so." You huff, as Jae walks away with a less than pleased expression.

"What?" Lee asks, her shock obvious.

"You heard me."

Lee tilts her head at you in disbelief and curiousity, "So, you're not trying to get into his pants?"

"Uh, no." You frown at her. Sure, he's hot but you know your place. You also need money than you need to get laid. "Why?"

"Most girls try when they work here, but everytime they try something, Mr. Jeon complains and they get fired." Lee explains.

Something suddenly made sense to you, "Is that what Jae's trying to do?"

"No one will say it to her face, but yeah, it is." Lee nods, shrugging a little. "She's jealous that he requested you, when you've worked here just over a month, served him once, and she's worked here for almost two years and he hasn't blinked in her direction."

"Huh," You frown, lost in your thoughts. "I wonder why he didn't get me fired then."

"Why? What did you say to him?" Lee eyes you curiously.

"Called him an indecisive snot." You smirk gleefully, happy that you got away with talking to him like you want and not getting fired because of it.

"Right." Lee says in a tone that made it clear she doesn't believe you.

"I did." You insist.

Lee waves you off, and you exit the kitchen, walking into the dining room, heading over to Jeongguk's regular table.

You look at him as he comes into your line of direct sight. His one leg was shaking, eyes shifting around the room, fingers tapping the table restlessly. When he spots you walking over to him, he stills completely. A smile - a cute one, you admit to yourself and no one else - spreads on his lips as he breathes your name, "Y/N."

You give him a look, "Did you miss me or something?"

"What? No." Jeongguk scoffs quickly. "I was bored. And you cure my boredom."

You raise your eyebrows at him, head going forward a little, "I cure your boredom?" You repeat, slowly. Maybe he's kidding.

But Jeongguk just nods at you as if it makes all the sense in the world, "Yeah. It's like live entertainment while I eat."

You scowl at him, "I'm not a circus clown."

"That's not what I meant!" He exclaims, voice a little too loud, causing heads to swivel in your direction. He takes a breath and speaks again, softer this time. "I just meant that it's nice. Or it was nice, the one time I actually got to talk to you."

"So, you did miss me." You tease good naturedly. Jeongguk doesn't answer, just stares resolutely down at the table. You sigh, feeling fond instead of annoyed. You hide a smile as you ask, "What will it be today?"

Jeongguk looks at you again, hesitantly at first, then fully when he sees your expectant gaze, "Surprise me."

Now you were surprised, "Again?"

"I liked what you ordered last time." He does that small shrug again. Actually, it's less of a shrug, and more a slight lift of the shoulders. You notice that he has broad shoulders, and the suit he's wearing only makes them look better. You push those thoughts away, focusing on the conversation.

"And if you don't like it this time?" You challenge.

"I did say surprise me, and surprises can be positive or negative." Jeongguk decides not to tell her that this is his favorite restaurant and he knows the menu by heart. He knows and likes every dish, so there was no way he wouldn't like something she serves him. And he's curious as to what she'll decide this time.

You snort, laughing lightly, "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were."

Jeongguk looks mildly offended, "I'll have you know, I'm a catch."

"I'm sure." You nod, hiding a grin.

"I am." He insists and you had to admit, he is attractive.

"Yes, right up until the moment you open your mouth." You say honestly, writing down one of the dishes on the menu.

"Rude." He pouts a little and you suppress the urge to giggle, of all things.

"Maybe," You concede. "But it's the truth." You picked up his menu, turning on your heel to go to the kitchen.

"So, how do I . . . improve?" Jeongguk asks when you come back with his food, continuing with the conversation where you left off.

"Do I look like a life coach to you?" You set down the food. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Jeongguk grins at her. "And, no, but if I went to one they'd tell me what they think I want to hear, not what I need to hear."

You stare at him for a few seconds and he looks back unflinchingly. "Well," You press your lips together. "I guess you should start with why you want to change."

That makes Jeongguk falter. He can't very well say, 'so I can impress you, since my money doesn't seem too' and he thinks for a bit. "I have come to realise that maybe I treat people unfairly based on how much money they have. I would like to change that."

Your eyebrows goes up, "That's surprisingly deep, coming from you."

"I'm not swallow." He defends himself.

You nod complacently, "Right, well, the answer is easy but actually doing it, will all depend on you."

"What do I do?"

"Just, think before you say something. Ask yourself, can my words hurt this person?"

"And if they deserve it?" Jeongguk wonders.

"The right answer would be to still be considerate, because two wrongs don't make a right, but I hate being a hypocrite, so go for it, if they deserve it. I mean, it's not like I held back when you annoyed me." You gave a shrug. "I should go. We're not allowed to loiter at the tables."

Jeongguk wants to ask her to sit with him and keep him company some more, but he knows he would be setting himself up for rejection. Instead, he just looks at her with a half smile. "Just when I think I have you all figured out, you do or say something that proves me wrong."

"My mom always used to say, you can spend a lifetime with someone and still learn something new about them every day. People evolve everyday and you'll never be who you are right now, tomorrow again."

"She sounds like a wise woman." Jeongguk remarks.

You smile, nostalgia making your heart warm, "Yeah, she was."

"I'm sorry." Jeongguk says, catching onto the past tense. A lump forms in your throat out of nowhere.

"Thank you." You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat. You gave him a shaky smile, hoping he wouldn't notice. "See, you're doing better already."

Jeongguk did notice but decided not to call her out on it. He just smiled up at her softly, watching after her figure when she walks away.

***

"You know, if I didn't know that you come here everyday, I'd say you that you are stalking me." You teased Jeongguk when you go to take his order for the fifth time in a row. You've had a day off, inbetween, but when you showed up for your next shift, Jeongguk was there and everytime he's requested you. By now, whoever was on rotation for his table, just lets you know whenever he shows up.

"And how do you know that?" Jeongguk raises a curious eyebrow at you.

"I complained to Lee about you and she told me." You explain to him, mentally running over the menu in your head. Jeongguk told you on the third day to just order for him everytime. So, when you walk to his table under the guise of taking his order, the two of you just talk.

"Lee?" He inquires.

"She's my friend and another server here."

"Ah." Jeongguk nods in realisation. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask, but that doesn't guarantee I'll answer." You say, giving him a cheeky smile.

She has a beautiful smile, Jeongguk thinks to himself. He shakes himself out of his thoughts and looks her in the eyes, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

You frown down at him, finding the question odd. He's never asked anything too personal. Just normal things, what you're studying, what you do when you're not working. Sometimes you'll tell him a story of something dumb you did as a kid, but he'll never outright ask. "No."

A thought suddenly occurs to Jeongguk and he doesn't really want to ask because that'll destroy every hope he has but he needs to know. He quirks a brow at her, "Girlfriend?"

You snort at the question, "No, I'm straight. My cousin swings both ways though. Nearly gave his mom a stroke when he came out at our annual Christmas family dinner two years ago."

"Oh." Jeongguk wants to sag in relief, wants to let out a thankful cheer, but settles for just a small smile and letting out a breath of relief.

"Why are you asking?"

He does that little shrug that isn't really a shrug thing. "I was just wondering. You never really talk about one, or even someone you're interested in."

"Okay, if there was someone, why would I tell you?" You are teasing, but he doesn't know as you look at him blankly.

"I was just curious." Jeongguk huffs defensively.

"Yeah, yeah, settle down." You snicker. After a moment you say, "I guess I don't talk about it because there hasn't been anyone to talk about."

"Really?" Jeongguk beams up at you hopefully, eyes glittering.

"Really." You roll your eyes, but there was a slight warmth in your cheeks that wasn't there before.

***

Seven months and many short conversations later – in which you learnt many things about Jeongguk and vica versa – you walk up to his table with a smile, genuinely excited to see your sort of friend. The smile fades from your face when you lay eyes on him – his whole body was tense, you could tell even from a distance, he was glaring out the window, clenched fists laying on the table. Something wasn't right. You quicken your pace, concern swirling in your belly. You stop at his table, feeling your heartbeat quicken. "What's wrong?"

"None of your fucking business." He snaps at you, words so venomous it makes you take a step back in shock, but mostly hurt.

Jeongguk regrets the words the moment they're out because he didn't mean them. He doesn't want to fight or argue. He came to see her to feel better. Now he snapped at her. He waits, for whatever tongue lashing she is about to give him. He'd deserve it and he'll take it. But she says nothing. Somehow her silence was much worse than any insult she can hurl at him. Her face closes off, he watches it happen as her fingers tighten around the pen and notepad she uses to take orders, and panic sparks beneath his skin, overriding all the anger he feels.

No. His mind rebels against the thought immediately.

"What can I get for you today, Sir?" Her voice is perfectly polite as she asks the question, like it was the first time he met her. Until he made her snap after changing his order for a sixth time.

No, no, no, no, no! Not this. Anything but this. His heartbeat quickens.

Jeongguk was quickly turning frantic, "Y/N, please, I-"

"We have a lovely special today." She goes on as if he didn't speak, eyes void of the usual fire when she'd argue with him or the gentle warmth when she sometimes smiled at him and called him an idiot. It was the only times he ever liked being called an idiot.

He listens to her droning on about he specials, explaining them. Jeongguk's heart drops all the way down to his feet. It feels like someone pulled a rug from beneath his feet, and he is thrown off balance from the how utterly wrong it feels, how much it bothers him, hurts him, that she is talking to him like he is just another random customer. Like she hasn't told him how she got stuck in a tree, climbing after the neighbors cat. Playing with their cat because her parents never allowed pets.

A cold feeling of dread washes over him because Jeongguk has no idea to fix whatever he just fucked up.

***

You very almost cry when Jeongguk snaps at you, feeling irrationally hurt by his words. You shove it all down as you pull up your walls and shut him out to protect yourself. You serve him as quickly as possible, walking away without a friendly word.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jae smirks at you when you come back from serving Jeongguk.

You glare at her, not in the mood for dealing with her jealousy today. "No, just looking at your face is enough to put anyone in a bad mood."

Jae's eyes widened, fury spreading on her face. "You bitch!" She yells, raising a hand to slap you.

You smirk, catching her wrist easily. "Careful, just now you break a nail."

You let her go, walking away. You wait until you're in the bathroom, safely away from prying eyes in a locked stall, before letting you face crumple, only letting one tear escape before getting yourself under control.

You finish your shift, completely exhausted by the end of it – emotionally and physically. The last thing you have the energy for, is Jeongguk, so of course he's waiting for you at the personnel entrance and exit when you step outside. Intent on ignoring him, you pretend that you don't see him and you start walking in the direction of the train station.

Jeongguk follows you, apparently not easily deterred. "Will you just talk to me please?"

"What would you like me to say, Sir?" You ask in your most professional voice, looking ahead and not glancing at him.

"I'd like you to talk to me and stop treating me like I'm a customer." He says, sounding frustrated and desperate.

"You are a customer, Sir." You answer, still not looking at him.

"For fuck sakes, will you stop with the 'sir' already and talk to me like you used to?" Jeongguk all but explodes, stepping infront of you, and looking down at you for a change. It's startling, for a moment. You always look down at him when he sits at the table and it never occured to you that he's taller than you. He sets his hands on your shoulders (they're big and warm and you feel surprisingly safe, even when he squeezes slightly), frantic and desperate eyes looking into yours. "You don't even have to talk, you can yell or scream or shout for all I care, just please stop."

"You want me to talk? Fine." You glare up at him, shrugging out of his hold and taking a step back. He's way to close for comfort. "Look, I get I'm not exactly from the same side of town as you are, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of empathy. I'd bet that I have more empathy than most people you know. So, when someone I see as a kind of friend, snaps at me when I ask them what's wrong out of concern, when they could have said they don't want to talk about it, it hurts." You rant, a little out of breath. "Do you understand that? You hurt me."

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I am so sorry, you have no idea. I shouldn't have snapped at you and I regretted it the moment I did it. I was angry, and I know it isn't an excuse but it's the truth."

"Sorry isn't going to fix it," You say, voice edging on being too sharp. Your heart twists when his face falls. You soften a bit. "But it is a step in the right direction."

Jeongguk perks up, "What's another?"

"For starters, next time you don't want to talk about me, tell me instead of snapping at me." You give him a pointed glare, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jeongguk gives you an apologetic look, "Again, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to snap at you. I came to talk to you, hoping I'd calm down a bit. I had an ugly fight some dumbass that tried to sell low quality material to us and I took it out of you."

You are reminded of the fact that he is the heir to his father's multi-billion won international conglomerate and for some reason, it makes you sad. You smile at him, ignoring the sadness. "Well, you're forgiven but I'm not forgotting."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He grins cheekily. He paused for a moment, then smirks at you. "So, we're friends now?"

You groan, "I should have known that would come back to bit me I'm the ass."

***

A large bouquet of pink tulips is delivered to you the next morning. Inside is a card that reads:

Thank you for never giving up on me. -JJK

Lee whistles loudly when she sees them and your cheek burn. "Someone must really like you."

"It's from a friend." You say, ignoring the fluttering in your belly.

"My point still stands. Those are out of season, you know." She remarks.

You nod, "I know. They're my favourite."

You finish your shift with a smile on your face. Until your boss calls you into his office.

"Yes, Sir?" You ask, still smiling and the bouquet of flowers in your one hand, backpack up on your shoulders and ready to go home.

"Y/N. I'll get right to the point. There's been a complaint that you've been too friendly with one of our customers." He says bluntly.

You almost drop your flowers in shock, "What?"

"I'm sorry to do this, Y/N, but it is a direct violation of the contract you signed when you started here. Professionalism is our top priority. I have no choice but to fire you." He says, and he does look sorry as he holds out an envelope to you. "This is the week's wages. Again, I'm sorry. You are a good worker."

"You're firing me because of something someone accused me off?" You ask, indignant and a little angry. "You're not even going to ask me if I did it? And if I did it, why I didn't stop?"

"The accusation came from a very trustworthy customer that was concerned that our reputation might be damaged." Your manager says. "If it gets to the owner and he finds out I did nothing, I could loose my job."

You scoff, taking the envelope. If you didn't need the money, you'd have thrown it back in his face. "So, it's okay for me to loose mine?"

"I'm sorry."

"So am I." You say before turning around and leaving.

***

The first day she's not there, Jeongguk brushes it off, thinking she has the day off and forgot to tell him. The second day, he starts to worry, just a little. The third day, he almost thinks himself into a mental breakdown. The fourth day, he demands to see the manager.

"Mr. Jeon." The manager greets with a smile that was clearly fake. Jeongguk thought back to Y/N, who never smiled much but when she did, it was honest and pure and breathtaking. He misses it and would do whatever it takes to get it back.

"Where is Y/N?" He demands, voice and gaze equally cold and intimidating. It's a side of him that she broke through within minutes, digging up the real Jeongguk and pulling him to the surface. The past months, he's been able to breathe again, live instead of just existing, waiting for the next person that wants his money. But that cold and calculating side of him is still there.

The manager pales and Jeongguk's worry increases. Did something happen to her? The manager shifts on his feet but still doesn't answer. "If you don't answer me within the next five seconds, I will call the owner and ask him to answer me."

"S-she was fired." The man stutters out.

Jeongguk feels his stomach drop. She never outright said it but he knows she depends heavily on the income from this job. It worries him, because he has this urge to take care of her. He wants to give her as much money as she needs, for her to live comfortably, but he knows she wouldn't take it. He glares at the manager, "Why?"

"Someone filed a complaint against her. She was getting to friendly with y-you." The manager says, looking a little terrified.

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, "And instead of asking me if I have a problem with it, you fired her?"

"Her contract says-"

Jeongguk stands up, towering over the man in height and size. "I don't give a shit what her contract says. How many times have I filed a complaint when the servers made me inappropriate offers and crude suggestions? I never once complained about her."

Jeongguk doesn't give the manager anymore time to do anything other than letting out a squeak before turning around and leaving the restaurant.

***

Five days after you were fired, you started too feel it. The absence of Jeongguk's presence. At first, you didn't notice it. To wrapped up in finding another job, worried about money and going to classes to think about it. But today is Sunday and the diner you found a temporary job at two days ago, is closed on Sundays. It's crappy pay and not alot of hours either but it was something and it'll help until you could get something else.

You lay on your bed, listening to your mom vacuuming the living room. University housing was expensive and you'd rather live at home and save the money than having even more debt. You laze the day away, knowing that none of the projects you have, is due that Monday. Your thoughts drift back to Jeongguk, like it always does. You honestly didn't think you'd end up missing him this much.

You like him, so fucking much. You figured it out a long time ago. You also know that you come from two different worlds. You are fine with that, you accepted it and you were content to be his friend.

Now he's completely gone from your life. Ripped out of it without warning.

You go to your classes the next day. In your last one, you doodle absentmindedly on the corner of your notebook, only half listening to the Professor. When the class is over, you look at what you drew and then groan out loud. Jeongguk's initials. Of fucking course. You scoff to yourself, leaving the class and then the building. You want to go home and sulk in privacy.

Outside, the sun was shining and you stood still for a moment, soaking in the warmth.

"Y/N!" A voice yelled your name and your head whips in the direction because you know that voice. You look, eyes searching desperately because you are so sure it was his voice. You're not hallucinating and- and there he is, running over to you.

"Jeongguk? What are you doing here?" You ask when he stops infront of you, completely bewildered.

He looks panicked and frantic. Like that day he snapped at you. He grips your shoulders, the hold almost painful. "You weren't there. I went to the restaurant and you weren't there and the manager told me you were fired and-"

"Jeongguk, stop. Breathe." You say, reaching up to hold onto his wrists, lightly rubbing your thumbs over the inside of his wrists. You wait until his grip loosens, until he was holding instead of gripping. "How did you find me?"

"You told me where you go to school one day." He answers off handedly, eyes scanning over your face, almost as if memorising the little details. Guilt flashes on his face, "I'm sorry you were fired."

You laugh at his words, removing his hands from your shoulders because it was getting a little too intimate, your heartbeat speeding up. "You know, half the time I see you, you end up apologizing to me."

"Hey, it's weird for me too." Jeongguk pouts and you have this urge to rise on your tiptoes and kiss it. "I'm not used to apologizing."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not angry." You wave him off.

"Can we talk?" He pleads and you agree immediately because you missed him so much.

"Yeah, there's a park nearby."

"Scared to be seen with me?" He teases with a smirk, and for a moment it's like nothing has changed.

You snort, "Don't you know? The walls has ears and Twitter accounts."

Jeongguk laughs, loud and unrestrained, throwing his head back. You couldn't help but smile. "This way."

You guide him to the park. It wasn't very big, and not a lot of people came here either, so it was perfect to talk. You each sit down on a swing.

"What are you gonna do now?" Jeongguk asks.

You shrug, "No clue, but I'll figure something out."

A guilty look spreads on his face again, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have-"

You cut him off, "Shouldn't have what? Let a server talk back to you? Yeah, probably not but we both enjoyed it, so it's on you as much it is on you. More on me though, because it was my responsibility as an employee to treat you with respect."

"You did," Jeongguk says immediately, sincerely. "Even when you were at your most brutally honest moments."

You give him a slight smile. "Well, fun as it was, it seems our path has come to an end."

"Why?" Jeongguk frowns heavily at you.

"Huh?"

Jeongguk looks you in the eye, gaze piercing. "Why does it have to end?"

You snorted, thinking he was messing with you but his eyes were completely serious. You answer in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because you're you and I'm me. Besides, most of the time we argued."

"Y/N." He says your name like it is his greatest wish. He stands up from his swing, making his way infront of you and pulled you to your feet. He looks at you, eyes impossibly fond, "That wasn't arguing. It was banter. If you think that's arguing, you probably think my parents goes to war every now and again." He smiles, a little nervous. "And foe the record, I would rather argue with you for the rest of my life than ever kiss another girl again."

Your mouth drops open in shock, and you really don't know what the fuck to make of that. "I-"

He cuts you off, "And I don't want this to be over."

Silence falls between you two. You stare at him, he stares back. Until, finally, you blurt, "I don't know what to say."

Jeongguk is a little bit disappointed, but not surprised in the slightest. At least it isn't an outright rejection. "You don't have to say anything. Just answer one question."

"Okay?"

"Would you want to date me?" You choke on thin air from shock. That means that he feels the same way as you do, right? Happiness makes your blood sing. Then it sinks in and reality comes back to you. Your happiness evaporates and you swallow thickly. You open your mouth to tell him 'no', but once again Jeongguk cuts you off before you could say something. "Forget about our social status, forget about what people would say and think about me and you. Together. Really think about it. I have, and I think we could work, if you gave it a chance."

"And if it doesn't work?" You ask softly, vulnerable in a way you've never been before. Distantly you wonder how he knew what you were thinking.

"Then at least we can say we tried." He shrugs.

You look down at the ground, wanting to think without looking at him, into those mesmerizing eyes of his. He could ask you to commit murder, and chances are that you'll do it if he looks at you long enough. When did you become so completely gone for him? You think about it, but there was never a moment where you realised, this is the person I like. Maybe . . . maybe it's because you've always liked him. Right from the start, even when he was infuriating. The thought is startling, but you aren't scared by it. It's more like another piece of the puzzle between you and Jeongguk has fallen into place. But there is the problem of your different social statuses. Yeah, Jeongguk said forget about it, but for how long? If you try and this does work out, then eventually you'll have to face the reality of everything that comes with being together. Somehow that scares you more than if it doesn't work.

You look back up at him, and you know – despite all your worries and doubts – it was never really a choice because you choose Jeongguk the moment you chose to accept his offer of being honest all those months ago. "Okay."

Jeongguk looks like he's ready to argue, "I-" You watch as your answer sinks in. The stunned expression almost makes you laugh, "What?"

"Did you want me to say no?" You give him an amused look, smile curling the corners of your lips upwards.

His eyes widens and he shakes his head frantically, "No, no, no, I just wasn't expecting you to say yes to quickly."

"That makes two of us." You admit. Jeongguk is right though, better to try and either fail or succeed, or never try and forever wonder what if. You smile up at him, heart soaring happily. "You make a good case. You should have become a lawyer."

Jeongguk's eyes light up, "Just wait until you hear the case I have to make on why we should kiss."

"Tell you what, if you kiss me within the next three seconds, you don't have to make a case at all." You bargained with a grin.

Jeongguk didn't need to be told twice. He leaned close and kissed you, slow and deep, one hand slipping into your hair and the other curling around your waist, pulling you close to him. He breaks the kiss, licking his lips and your eyes are drawn to the action. You lick your own lips, liking the taste of him. His voice is deep and rough, his cheeks flushed, when he asks, "Want to go get something to drink?"

"Yeah," You nod with a goofy smile, your own cheeks also flushed, feeling like you might float away at any second. "I could go for a smoothie."

"I love smoothies." Jeongguk grins back at you, taking your hand, lacing your fingers. His other hand was still wrapped around your waist and hold you close.

An old question flashes across your mind as you run your hands up his chest, liking the strong, study feel of it, until you can lock your arms around his neck. "You know, I've been meaning to ask."

"Mmm?" Jeongguk hummed in acknowledgement, showing that he was listening.

"Why didn't you get me fired that first day?" You ask, aware that you are suppose to be getting smoothies but it could wait for a bit.

Jeongguk had been expecting this question for a while, and had come up with an answer a long time ago. He looks down at her with all he feels for her, a content smile on his lips.

"Because you were the first honest person I have met in years. Because you put me in my place without thinking twice. Because when you glared down at me after I changed my order for the sixth time, there was a fire in your eyes that woke something inside of me that I couldn't control. Not then and not now." He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers, the gesture shy and intimate. "Because the fact is, you had me at 'indecisive snot'."

the end.

A/N: Tumblr and it's 250 box limit will be the death of me, I swear. I get it, I do. But come on! This very almost didn't fit, I had to edit and mush several chapters into one. Eventually it fit, but NEVER AGAIN! It was exhausting and time consuming. I'll rather split it again, like I did with two of my other fics. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. This took me a while with all the editing. Purple hearts for all of you!! -Kayla.

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✧ heeseung ∘*

“You know, I think I could stuff you a lot better.” You quickly spun around and struck him on the shoulder, gasping.

“We're in public, heeseung” As you watched the worker giggle from the side, you averted her gaze. When she noticed the disturbance, she pulled the bear from your grip and went on with the rest of the task.

As you walked away from him, he became perplexed and swiftly returned to your side.

“What, did I say something wrong?”

You couldn't believe this kid; had he said something inappropriate? You were astounded by his idiocy, but you still adored him and his peculiarities.

“No love, don’t worry about it,” pushing him to the side you heard the lady call you as you went to grab your bear. As you thanked her, you proceeded to the clothing aisle and grabbed some clothes to put on her.

Hearing his breath as he whispered in your ears, you felt a pair of hands on your waist.

“I wasn’t joking what I stated before.”

“Keep it in your pants, Lee,” you said as you pushed him away and marched up to the cash register to pay.

“Y/N come backkk”

✧ jay ∘*

On most days, an unexpected date surprised you, but this one threw you for a loop. Build-A-Bear was the last place that came to mind.

As we walked into the store, you could feel his energy pouring from his body, as his eyes gleamed.

As you've seen your fair share of bears and already have one at home, the various sizes and hues do their best to get your attention.

“I didn't think you were the kind to like plush animals.”

From across the room, you could hear him chuckle as he touched all of the bears, making sure he got the right one.

“The more you know, the better.” As he plucked a tan bear from the shelf, he smirked. As his eyes lit, you could see his entire body take in a breath of life. It was like you were looking at a child in a candy store.

Unless he wanted to start having date nights at Victoria Secrets, you weren't going to ruin this moment for him.

You would have definitely seen a different person then, oh my.

✧ jake  ∘*

“You're lying, I have a lot more bears than you have, and if you have a lot more, I'll buy you one to prove that I lost.”

Extending your hand to his, you firmly shook it and chuckled as you thought about the new bear you were going to have.

You were both on your way to Build-A-Bear, and Jake was still surprised that you had 25 bears. Yes, he did count them.

“All right, let's call this a date. It seems to me that it would help you feel better.” Jake's ears perked up as he smiled broadly at you with that perked up puppy stare.

“Deal”

You grabbed a pre-stuffed bear from the shelf and held it in your palm. You hugged it warmly as you held it under your fingertips.

“This is the one!”. He took your hand in his and went to pay for the bear, and you smiled brightly at him as he did so.

“Quit smiling at me; I can't concentrate while you're staring at me like that.”

“Thank you, babe,”

As he walked out of the store, he grabbed the bag and thanked the lady, saying, "Anything to make your addiction bigger."

✧ sunghoon ∘*

You glanced at Sunghoon as he struggled to come up with a recording for your twin bears, “Is this your first time doing this?”

“I promise you, this is the last one. It has to be perfect. On the last one, my tone was off.” You laughed as you walked away from him and his recording.

As you walked throughout the store, you selected different clothing for sunghoon's bear, including a fashionable suit for his bear. In suits, he always looks good.

You heard his cries as he motioned you over to the cashier, and as you approached him, he snickered as you showed him your teddy.

“Wow, I look really good in a suit.”

“That's what I said as well,” taking your hand in his, you both paid for the different bears and exited the store, stopping immediately next to a chair area.

He took out the bear and motioned for you to gently squeeze her paw, fearful for the message, you softly squeeze it.

“I love you, my princess.”

You pulled him in for a hug as you kissed his lips, tearing up as soon as you heard it.

“I will treasure her for the rest of my life.”

✧ sunoo ∘*

“Hug it whenever you miss me and think of me.” The boys were about to embark on a tour, and not seeing him on a daily basis was going to break your heart.

So sunoo decided to take you on a date to Build-A-Bear Workshop to get you both a bear so you can have one made as a couple. Having one that was ours, even when you had one at home, was special.

“Pick whatever you want, my treat,” says sunoo. You squeal and jump about the store, looking for a bear, while smiling brilliantly.

Not just any bear, but one made with the love of both of you.

You whirled around and placed a strawberry spotted one in Sunoo's hands after picking it up. He adored it when he saw you doing something you enjoyed, and despite his sadness at having to leave you, he felt you were strong enough to overcome it.

“sunoo look at this outfit; let's choose two. Oh, and they've got caps, too!”

He stepped up and gave a kiss on your forehead as he continued to assist you in finding an outfit for our bear!

✧ jungwon ∘*

“Can we please get a cat? He looks exactly like me.” You came to a halt and took the cat-like one from the shelf, inspecting him for a moment.

“I mean”

As he swung around, he pouted in front of you and grabbed your arm. A trick he used where he got his way most of the time.

Who could possibly resist his pouty eyes, right? It worked for the members, and it worked particularly well for you.

“All right, but don't start meowing or anything else, or I'll put you up for adoption.” He leaped up and down like a child, grabbing the cat and sprinting to the stuffing department.

As he giggled, you swear you heard a meow come from his mouth.

“I'm not going to play with you, jungwon; I'm going to give you up.”

“Like you could get rid of me”

✧ niki ∘*

Even though he put on this act for enhypen, you could see the true youngster behind the mask as his eyes literally glowed as we approached the Build-A-Bear store.

You can't blame him; his adolescence was put on hold at such a young age, and in this field, you have to mature faster, therefore the thrill was definitely desired.

“Pick what you want, I want to treat you today, okay?”

“You sure?”

You pecked him on the cheek and pushed him towards the wide bear options, saying, "Go for it child."

Despite the fact that this day was intended for him to relive some childhood memories, he showered you with affection as you returned to the staff car.

“Thank you very much, y/n; I couldn't have asked for a nicer date.”

You put your head on his shoulder and grinned as he pulled you into another hug. “You better not love her more than me,” you said.

He smirked as he held onto the bear, “hmm?”

“NIKIIIIIII”

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