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kykyonthemoon · 2 years ago

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Wandering Stars (Chapter 2)

— Parings: ScaraMona (Scaramouche x Mona) - main, ChiLumi,...

— Other characters: OCs and other GI characters

— Tags: multi-chapters, rom-com, modern AU, enemies to lovers

— Summary: A gamer and streamer known for his insolent attitude and mysterious identity. An astrologist with many troubles from her ability to predict the future. The two of them happened to be next-door neighbors, and from there the enemies to lovers romance began…

— List of chapters: ♡

— Ao3

— Masterlist

— Hoyolab

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Chapter 2: The last cup noodles

[... That jerk’s still streaming?]

[After what happened with the newbie last week, he hasn’t learnt anything. Now he’s talking bad about his teammates!]

[Dude has no shame at all.]

[Well, it’s not the first time he’s cursed people. Why are you still watching his stream anyway?]

[I can’t have a good day without hearing Scaramouche’s dissing.]

[Why does this stream have so many views? You guys like to hear him cursing?]

[Popular streamer insults other people in public. Idk how this guy still gets many views?]

[Then why are you here watching his stream?]

[Actually I’m here for all the drama.]

[Disrespectful streamers like Scaramouche should have been canceled already.]

[Scaramouche should make another account to play with himself, ‘cause no one wants to play with him anymore. Hahahaha…]

The constant stream of messages coming to the screen like a billowing wave, fierce and carrying countless negative words. Kunikuzushi closed the window that was displaying it, causing the stream to end abruptly.

He sat back in his chair and placed his knees on the table, his hands on the back of his head. The ceiling fan was still spinning in circles, emitting a wailing sound. Even though it was just early summer, the temperature quickly rose. He blamed his annoyance on the freshly shifted season.

Kunikuzushi was a streamer who was well-known among the community of players of an online game called Genshin Impact. Of course, only fools reveal their true identities online, so he took the name Scaramouche from a song of his favorites. Even his avatar when streaming was virtual; a character he had commissioned an artist to design. So he didn't care much about the people he met online, not even the fans who donated to him. Because they had no idea who he really was.

Today was different. Somehow Kunikuzushi was more frustrated than usual by the words directed at him. Last week, he prepared a brief video pointing out some of the newbie's basic mistakes at the beginning of the game, all out of good intentions to remind people. But somehow it became the subject of other people's gossip and hostile criticism. To be honest, Scaramouche was a name that stood out in the community because of his disrespect and scornfulness for anyone. But he never intended for things to go too far. Those who had disliked him for a long time took this opportunity to cut and edit his video to label him the crime of making the newbie quit the game. What did it have to do with him, whether someone decided not to play the game anymore?

It was aggravating to think about it. Kunikuzushi rose and reached for the phone on the table. He quietly switched accounts from Scaramouche to a different user: Wanderer. Those people were somewhat right, he did have a sub-account. This account was created not so long ago, with no friends except one person.

Kunikuzushi fixed his gaze on the illuminated screen.

Starseeker - Last online 3 weeks ago.

He scrolled up and down the screen to reload the page, but it remained unchanged. Three weeks had passed. Their most recent message was on the game's latest update.

Kunikuzushi was not a pleasant person, certainly not easy to make friends with. He was always alone, both in real life and in the game. He made a secondary account because he needed to plow materials for his main only. The advantage of Genshin is that you may play alone without worrying about someone yelling on the server's main chat channel, or whatever each player does in their own "world." Strangers occasionally requested to enter Wanderer's realm, but he always refused. Yet at one point he pressed the wrong button, and so Starseeker appeared.

At that moment, Kunikuzushi almost jumped up as a receding figure appeared next to his character. Just as he was about to kick them out of his world, the other quickly typed on the chat box.

[Starseeker: Hey there ^-^ Sorry to bother you…]

Kunikuzushi came to a halt as he watched the following line of text come onto the screen.

[Starseeker: May I have just some mushrooms? I’ll leave right after I’m done.]

He no longer needed that material anyway. Kunikuzushi responded briefly before departing on his mission.

Starseeker seemed like a newbie. Their character level was much lower than Wanderer even if it was a sub-account. Kunikuzushi left them alone for a while, but he couldn't focus on his mission, as the other player was continually losing blood and sacrificed on the way.

[Wanderer: Hey, stop dying, will you?]

Kunikuzushi sent a message.

[Starseeker: Well…]

The other player responded with a sticker that was as pitiful as their character. Kunikuzushi groaned.

[Wanderer: My world is at a much higher level than yours. The mobs are difficult too. Why did you choose to come here?]

[Starseeker: How come you let me in, when you know I was gonna die?]

Kunikuzushi seemed provoked.

[Wanderer: I’ll kick you out then.]

[Starseeker: Waiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt. Please. I almost have enough material to upgrade my toon.]

Kunikuzushi remained silent. In his mind he promised himself that ten minutes later he would invite Starseeker out of the world. Less than five minutes later, they were already dead.

Sighing, Kunikuzushi activated the in-game map and searched for the other player's position, to which he promptly teleported.

[Starseeker: Why are you here?]

[Wanderer: Your gameplay is a punch to my eyes.]

Starseeker sent him yet another amusing sticker. Kunikuzushi followed the other's character silently. From time to time, monsters or small bosses appeared in the way, he only needed a few clicks to defeat them all.

[Starseeker: Wow. Why are you so good at this game?]

Kunikuzushi snorted. Of course he's good. He's the best at this game. Before he could reply, the other person had already texted.

[Starseeker: How about helping me with instances?]

[Wanderer: I’m not available.]

[Starseeker: You’re not, but you’re still following me around?]

[Wanderer: …]

[Starseeker: If you help me become stronger, I wouldn’t be bothering you like this anymore…]

That sounded reasonable enough. Kunikuzushi agreed to add the other player as a friend and then assisted them in leveling up, finding supplies, and even explaining how to combine teams and other things. When Starseeker finally said goodbye, it occurred to him that he had spent the entire evening instructing a stranger.

When befriending a person in the game, the system would automatically add them to the friends list in the external sub-app. Starseeker was the only friend Wanderer had. They would sometimes exchange a few words through text messages. Through the chatter and various things Starseeker told him, he discovered she was a young woman living in Mondstadt, another nation. As for him, he certainly didn't reveal too much about himself.

Starseeker didn't spend much time online. Every time she went online she asked Wanderer for help in the game. At first, Kunikuzushi was irritated, but then he noticed that this girl was also listening to everything he said, which was rather amusing. He didn't admit it, but he'd considered her an in-game buddy for roughly half a year.

That's why the fact that Starseeker was suddenly offline for a long time made Kunikuzushi a little disturbed. Did she take a temporary break or permanently? What happened that made her not bother to say goodbye? Or… had she completely forgotten about Wanderer? He wasn't concerned at all, just curious. That's it.

Not knowing where this sense of self-pity came from, Kunikuzushi furiously dropped the phone on the table, then picked it up again. He texted.

[Wanderer: Yo. Still breathing?]

There was no reply. Kunikuzushi pondered for a long time. At this time, he felt an appetite. There were no snacks left in his room. He decided to go out.

It was almost five in the morning, and it was still very dark. Kunikuzushi took his bike outside, opening the gate as quietly as he could. The Yamanohana made private gate keys for each person who stayed at the inn, in case they were not around. Everyone was. Only Kunikuzushi was constantly up at night to stream until daybreak.

The breeze blew coolly as he cycled alone along the vacant street. Kunikuzushi pulled into the main road and came to a halt in front of the familiar convenience store.

He and the night shift employee were the only ones there. That boy was so used to Kunikuzushi that he only nodded, his gaze fixed to the movie playing on his phone still. He took a cursory glance around the shop. As a regular here, he did not need instructions but walked straight to the rack of cup noodles.

Kunikuzushi scoured the shelves for cup noodles from Liyue's Wanmin Restaurant. A little over a minute later, he found it. On the shelf was a spicy boiled fish-flavored cup noodles that he liked very much. Kunikuzushi enthusiastically extended his hand. At that moment, another hand emerged from the opposite direction and grabbed the cup of noodles too.

Kunikuzushi's hand rested on the cup's lid, while the other clutched the cup. At that moment, their gazes met.

The strange girl pulled the cup of noodles towards her, but Kunikuzushi never gave up easily. He also tried to snatch the last cup of his favorite noodles left on the shelf. His uncommon body didn't require many nutrients from meals, but once he set his sights on anything, no one else should be able to compete with him.

“Hey? Ladies first, haven’t you heard?” She spoke up. He thought he had heard this voice elsewhere.

“Why should I do that?” Kunikuzushi responded.

“I saw it first!”

“So? It’s my favorite. Go get something else.”

“I like Wanmin Restaurant’s noodles too!”

The two struggled for a long time and neither of them gave in. The cup of noodles appeared to be on its way to being smashed. But it was better to let it disintegrate than fall into the hands of the obstinate girl.

When she realized she was about to lose the battle for the cup of noodles, the girl loosened her grip a little. But he didn't see it coming; it was all her trick.

The heel of the strange girl's stiletto shoe stomped on Kunikuzushi’s foot. He crashed back against the noodle rack behind him, stunned and injured. The female then hurried over and seized the cup of noodles in his hand as she triumphantly laughed.

“Thanks for the cup. I’ll enjoy it to the very last bit.”

With that said, she turned swiftly away, causing two long dark ponytails to smack Kunikuzushi on the face, as if a slap. He was certain she did it on purpose.

Shocked, upset and outraged, Kunikuzushi couldn't help but stare as she walked out of the store. She'd better go out of sight. If they ever met again, he would undoubtedly seek revenge.

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Mona opened her bag, tucking the newly won cup of noodles inside. The dude at the convenience store was nerve-wracking. Who would go toe-to-toe with a lady when there were so many other noodles there? It seemed as though he couldn't live without this cup of noodles. Of course, since she wanted to win in everything, Mona wouldn't let him be content at all.

Mona pulled out her phone to check. Throughout the night she studied at the observatory upon the mountains. There was nothing new other than a few messages from family and friends. Well, there's also a message from the game that she had been neglecting for weeks.

[Wanderer: Yo. Still breathing?]

Perhaps Mona had forgotten to tell this buddy that she was moving to a new place and would be unable to play games for a while until she settled in. She texted back quickly.

[Starseeker: Guess what? I just moved to a new place. Been busy so I have no time to get online yet. Miss me already?]

Mona grinned. It felt good to know she was cared about. She slipped her phone back into the bag, and looked up at the rapidly brightening sky. When her luggage was found and transported here, she would be able to quickly settle down.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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When You Become A Fallen

(( This premise is about reader being one of the Seraphim, and she was/fell in love with one of the brothers, which made God shun her from the Celestial Realm, and thus, how each of the brothers helps her through her transformations to a Demon and her new lifestyle. ))

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LUCIFER

Quite frankly, he took it the hardest, as he too was a Seraph back in the days, God’s most beloved angel, and the descend changed him a lot, even if he doesn’t want to admit.

When he saw your broken form on the ground, he cradled your body close to his chest, feeling fear and panic just as when Lilith almost died, so he went to plead to Diavolo to allow you permanent stay in the Devildom as well, saying that he’ll do anything for this favour, just like before.

Centuries passed since he descended, and while he still has nightmares of what happened, the pain and transformation were something that he forced himself to forget, at least for his own pride and ego, but seeing you in such excruciating pain was an even worse torture than before.

He knew there was little he or anyone else could do regarding all this, but he will be there by your side for the whole duration of it, no matter how long it took, be it days, weeks or months, he wouldn’t be pried away from you.

For the most of the day, Lucifer had you sit on his lap, both of you wearing light sleeping wear, so you could feel each other’s body heat, thinking it would help ease the pain, even by a little.

However, as soon as your 3 pairs of majestic, pure white wings started blankening, while one of the pairs also started burning, feather by feather, you became unreasonable, as you couldn’t even think or speak properly because of the agony surging through your every artery, vein, capillary and nerve in your body.

You were desperately clinging to him, scratching his back and arms, screeching for forgiveness, begging him to kill you already and end this pain, questioning what you did wrong, except have pure and unwavering feelings of love for someone, and all Lucifer could do was hold you tightly, a had on the back of your head, putting your face on the crook of his neck, while the other was on your back, putting you glued to his chest, trying to keep you still and potentially causing yourself more damage.

“WHY, GOD, WHY?! WHAT HAVE I DONE SO WRONG TO FALL OUT OF YOUR GRACES?! IS IT REALLY FORBIDDEN TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND FEELINGS?! CURSE YOU! CURSE THE CELESTIAL REALM! CURSE ALL YOUR FUCKING ANGELS! YOU ARE A MONSTERS!” you kept crying out, cursing the skies, and Lucifer, in his head and heart, was yelling the same thing as you were.

His own heart was crying out in despair seeing his beloved like that, and for the first time since Lilith, he shed tears of pure sorrow, cursing God, the Celeastial Realm and all the angels there, and more, cursing himself for allowing both of them to become lovers back when they were angels, because his act of rebelling against God only brought you intense suffering.

There is nothing Lucifer wouldn’t do for you, no matter how impossible it seemed, but you are the only person he ever had such a connection with, so he treasures you as much as his own brothers.

He knows how difficult it was for him to completely accept he was a Demon and blend in to this new place, but he will be there for you to guide and teach you with every step you took, always holding you hand, always giving you genuine and tender smiles to help you feel more at ease, and of course, he will make sure you room with him so you won’t ever be alone and afraid again.

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MAMMON

He freaks out so bad at first, questioning you out loud a thousand questions, while fidgeting from leg to leg and looking around for help.

Why were you here? Why were you injured? What happened? Are you alright?

Of course you weren’t alright, damn it! Stupid Mammon! Do something!

He picked you up and brought you to Lucifer, crying desperately and asking what the hell he was supposed to do, because he had no idea what the hell happened and why you were the way you are, and for the first time in ages, Lucifer didn’t yell at him, nor did he insult him - He actually helped him as much as he could, because he knew what was going on, and his heart broke at seeing his beloved little brother crying like that.

In his room, you wouldn’t stop crying and holding your head - You had migraines, your scalp was burning, your whole skin felt ablaze, you felt akin to a witch being burnt alive, and poor Mammon was crying along with you, not knowing if he should touch you, in fear of hurting you more, or holding you tightly and letting you cry away everything that hurt.

Mammon tried to kiss your tears away, put on music to help you keep your mind away from the pain, tried to tell you silly stories from his failed plans, or from his brothers to make you laugh, but in the end, nothing really helped, and he felt that the sky fell on him.

That is, until he turned away from you, gripping his hair in despair as he was running out of ideas to help you and his heart was being ripped apart more and more...But you gripped on his jacket and pulled him in a tight embrace from the back, resting your forehead on the blades of his shoulders, making him stop dead in his track, stiff as a board.

“Mammon, it hurts...Mammon, don’t leave me, please...Please keep on staying me me. Don’t leave me again. I missed you so much...So much that I didn’t even realise that the whole Celestial Realm knew I was in love with you ever since you were an angel...Everyone knew, except for me...But I missed you so much...And they said it’s forbidden. But I can’t live without you.” you sobbed, your fingers and nails digging into his chest as you confessed your sin and the reason you got in this position, which frankly, it made Mammon feel both guilty and even more head over heels with you.

Honestly, nobody ever expressed their feelings to him the way you did, unless it was Stupid Mammon left and right...But you...You were being so genuine and pure...You were real...You loved him...And now there was no barrier between you two...

He cursed himself for being happy with what happened, despite your agony, but he was a greedy man, and he craved your affection more than flowers need the Sun, so he continued to try to put a smile on your face and make the transformation easier to bear with.

Realising that your horns were beginning to grow, he transformed into his demon self and taking your hands in his gingerly, he put them over his own horns, reassuring you that everything will be okay, that they will grow pretty fast and all the agony will go away soon.

When the transformation was done, he was extremely overprotective of you becoming a student at RAD, dragging you with him everywhere, but he tried to be more responsible this time, as he had to take care of you and he couldn’t risk some angry witches or other demons attacking you to get to him.

--- LEVIATHAN

Kinda like Mammon, he was panicked beyond belief, not understanding how the hell did you get yourself in that position, but instead of freaking out, he kinda looked at you, stunned, unmoving, until he finally managed to snap out of it and carried you to his room, while calling Lucifer and telling him the gist of it.

Levi knew that his room was incredibly aesthetic and relaxing, having an aquatic theme, so hopefully, it will help you bear with the transformation and adaptation to this new life-style easier, and hopefully, not have any problems with blending in, especially since he will be there for you at every step you took.

And if that wasn’t enough, since Levi barely leaves the room, he would shelter you like a mother would her little baby, coddling you, wrapping his tail around you protectively, helping you take slightly cold baths to get rid of the burning and itching sensation of your horns and wings transforming, and showing you Henry 2.0 and promising you that he will be your best friend too.

However, the transformation for you wasn’t as bad as the spiraling and paranoia that seemed to completely engulf you, which made you quite hysterical for a while, and no amount of video games and anime could prepare Levi for this mess.

“Levi, what if they come after me? What if they aren’t happy with me being alive? What if they take me back and try to torture me to death? I don’t want back there again...Levi, I’m afraid, please protect me.” you clutched his blouse while sobbing in his shoulder, and all he could do was hold you tightly and promise you that everything will be okay and he would let nobody touch you again.

He would then start telling you about TSL and how The Lord of Shadows will always be there to protect his Henry, which is when you asked him if he would be your Lord of Shadows, and his face started blushing like crazy, and he vowed to himself that you, his most precious person, will never ever have to feel any kind of pain ever again, and he will be there for you no matter what.

Levi understands what’s like being afraid, nervous, anxious, which is something he often feels himself, and thus, the reason for preferring to take online classes rather than going physically to a classroom, which is something that he will ask for for you too, and thankfully, Lucifer approves of it, understanding the situation.

His hectic sleeping schedule is always messed up by his love for binge-watching and binge-playing, something you often partake into as a way to keep the intrusive thoughts away from your head, and it is rather effective.

However, on the occasions that you’re having a mental breakdown and start spiraling once again, no matter what hour of the day or night it is, Levi will be there to tell you how he loves you, how you’re safe with him, that nobody would ever dare cross Diavolo’s rules on his own domain, and that those angels up there were shitheads for prosecuting you for something as pure as loving someone.

--- SATAN

Out of all the demon brothers, he is obviously the only one who didn’t have to go through the whole metamorphosis ritual, because he never was an angel to begin with.

He knows, however, the excruciating pain that you’re going through, as him and Lucifer share some of the more powerful emotions and memories he used to have, and so, he has an idea, backing up all the stories he heard from 3rd parties, from his brothers and from books.

Satan will make all of his brothers send him thorough voice messages to explain what they went through and how he could help you, and thus, he would be pampering and taking care of you every second, without a second thought.

He couldn’t believe that you truly fell for him after just one year of spending time together, during the exchange-student program, when you came to Devildom...I mean, he was a demon, and while yes, he too fell for you, he was in shock hearing that such a pure and perfect being such as yourself would ever harbour such feelings for him, a demon, and the Avatar of Wrath nonetheless...

“Satan...Why...Why is it such a sin to fall in love? What have I done so cruel...So unforgivable...That I deserve to go through all this pain...All this agony...All I wanted was to be happy...Is that so selfish of me to ask? Am I not allowed to live the rest of my life with someone that I genuinely cherish so much...?” she cried with so much self-hatred that it made Satan want to burn the whole Celestial Realm and torture and rip apart every feather, every limb of those stupid angels and flay them alive, letting the lesser demons eat them.

The pain you’re being subjected to is exhausting you so much, but if you stand still, it feels like it’s hurting tenfold, so you try to keep yourself moving around the room, until you collapse from over-exerting your already frail body.

Satan would only look at you in pity, as he tried to hide the burning rage he harboured in his heart, along with all the death-threats he wanted to throw away at God and all the stupid angels who dared do this to you, so he picks you up gently, putting you on his bed, puts a light blanket over you and goes to prepare a cup of calming tea that has somnolent effects, hoping that it would help you heal faster and regain some of your strength through resting.

He would hold you close to his chest, kissing your forehead, stroking your hair, trying to keep you drowsy and calm, while also reading you one very interesting book, Harrison Porter, as it had lots of magic spells and he could show you the spells, to fascinate you, and try to keep your thoughts away from the pain.

Of course, he would be researching all remedies, spells and treatments to help ease the pain, so he would be rubbing creams with and lotions on your back and on your wings, to calm down the pain, would put spells on you to give you sweet dreams every night, and would always hold you tightly and promise you that nobody would ever come with any ill-intent towards you, and that he would kill anyone who dares even look at you the wrong way.

Since he has always been a demon, he is very popular and sociable, so blending in would be much easier with him by your side, as he would take you as his date everywhere - Be it a sports game, a theater play, an opera play, a ballet, a social gathering, a ballroom dance, a drive-outside cinema, or colour festival, a concert...Or literally anything.

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ASMODEUS

No matter how dramatic and extra Asmo loves to be, this was no joking matter, and the person he knew he could always rely on, and that was his eldest brother, Lucifer, the only being that he ever looked up to, that he ever admired - Lucifer, the one who used to be a Seraph, just like you.

He wanted to understand what Lucifer went through, because sure, Asmo knew the physical transformations his brother went through, but he couldn’t know of the emotional trauma, or how different it was for him, as he was, after all, the highest-ranking angel in the Celestial Realm.

He then correlated with how disgusted he remembered both himself and Lucifer felt when looking into the mirror and realising they weren’t the divine beings from before, but a wretched abomination, and how long it took them to come to terms with the idea, and finally try to find the specks of beauty that others saw in them, despite the changes.

It was true, you went through a lot of pain, exhaustion, mental breakdowns, trauma, all because of how agonising the transformation was, and Asmo was there for you to brighten up and ease you through everything, not wanting you to be alone, like they were, so seeing his gorgeous and loving smile always seemed to make the corners of your mouth tilt upwards, even by a little bit.

Asmo would cuddle you and pamper you with an infinite amount of kisses, and of course, would give you frequent back rubs, wing massages, scalp massages, knowing that those were the most painful and affected areas, and thankfully enough, all the beauty products he used on you were cool and had calming and painkilling effects, so at least was better for you.

When it was all over, however, the horror didn’t end, as you saw yourself in the mirror and fell to your knees shrieking at your new appearance...That wasn’t you...It couldn’t be you...This...This abomination...This tainted thing...

Your desperation and self-hatred were so through the roof that you punched the mirror and clutched the shards in your hands, not even feeling any pain, because everything was ablaze anyway, and not even your tears could pull out the fire inside you.

Asmo was devastated seeing you like this, it made him want to sob, to pull you to his chest and cry out, telling him how he hates seeing you like this, that you remind him of himself, that deep inside him, despite all the narcissism he puts on display, he is also still a bit insecure and wishes he had the same appearance as before...But what hurt him the most was seeing you hating yourself so much, and having ended up like him, just because your heart chose the wrong person to have such intense feelings for.

“This is not me...This can’t be me...Asmodeus, what the hell is wrong with your mirror, it’s broken...It’s cursed...This isn’t me, this isn’t how I look...It can’t be...My wings...My feathers...They are all black...And these horns...And this gem...And the markings...This new outfit...What is this...Why...Why me...Why...?! Why am I being cursed for being in love?! Is this how ugly, tainted and abominable my soul is?! Is that why I look like this?! Is that WHY I became this?!” you tore away at your hair, as Asmo could only fix the mirror quickly, to avoid you getting more injured, and cradled your smaller form to his chest, whispering reassuring words and compliments.

He would do all his beauty routines with you, would compliment you endlessly, would make you try out a thousand and more outfits that he bought for you, showing you off, taking pics of you and boasting with you on DevilGram, since you’re the most gorgeous babe alive and he’s lucky to have you in his life, and now, you and him are the most beautiful couple ever to exist, without a doubt.

He would never tell you all the emotional trauma and self-hatred he went through, because as long as he could make you smile and help teach you how to love yourself again, and see the beauty in your new appearance, Asmodeus was happy and didn’t need anything else.

--- BEELZEBUB

For poor Beel, this was the whole Lilith problem all over again, blaming and hating himself for letting her die (sort of), and now, here you were, a Fallen, broken, lost, depressed, all because you loved him, and he loved you, but he rebelled and now you were caught in the crossfire.

No matter how kind and sweet he is, this is the second time the Celestial Realm crushed his heart and stomped on his feelings, hurting the people he loves most, and this was too much...He would never be able to forgive them, no matter what...And especially not his Father for being so cruel with the angels that loved him so much and were beyond devout to him.

For him, the changes weren’t as painful, and that may be because of his built, and how he finds it easier to deal with physical pain, rather than the emotional one, as he feels like he’s getting blow after blow in that aspect, but he must be strong, for you, for Belphie, for Lilith and for his brothers too.

Beel knows he’s very physically strong, even by demon standards, so he will be a bit afraid at the beginning to touch you, fearing that he will make you hurt more than you already do, but as soon as you nestle yourself in his embrace, he can’t help himself and he puts his arms around you, making you feel safer, protected, and you can deal the agony better, even by a bit.

If he could, he would take away all the pain that you’re feeling, he would go through all that agony a thousands times, just so he could spare you all this pain, he would volunteer to get his wings burnt, grow a new set of horns, would even let himself go through all the paranoia, the nightmares, the burning feeling of your skin...Even the incapacity to eat demon food...Only to spare you of all that horror...

But that wasn’t possible, unfortunately, so all he could do was stay by your side through all of it and try to make it more bearable, because, after all, he still had Belphie, so he wasn’t alone, and neither will you be.

He completely forgot how, at the beginning, for quite a long time, his body refused to digest demon food, so he would get sick and vomit every time he would try to eat something, but was quickly reminded when you made a sprint to the bathroom and he could only hold your hair as you puked your guts out, crying at the pain.

“Why do I have to go through this...God...Why...The wings...The horns...And now, I can’t even eat? Am I supposed to just starve to death...? Is that what you want, Father? Is this the Divine Punishment I get for wanting my loved ones to be safe? That I wanted to see you and tell you how much I care for you, because I never got the chance when you were still an angel? Is that how angels should really be? Hateful of others? Then I’m glad I don’t have to associate myself with such cruel creatures like you, Father!” you growled in anger, frustration, pain, hatred and agony, letting out all your feelings that have been bottled up for so many centuries, but at least now, Beel was there to hold you tight and tell you that everything will be okay, and you still have him.

He would completely stop eating around you, because despite being the Avatar of Gluttony, he couldn’t possibly tempt you with food and make you feel worse, so every so often, he would bring you some light human food, like crackers, water, milk, some vegetables, toast, to help you get some nutrients for your body, so you won’t collapse, at least, even though it was obvious you were becoming paler and skinnier, which worried Beel a lot.

Even so, Beel was always by your side, carrying you if you felt weak at some moment, helping you eat bit by beat, making sure you get a healthy portions, and just the right foods, integrating some little bits of demon food, and before you knew it, you were completely able to have a proper demon meal, and were getting better.

From then on, you will always sleep in his bed, either cuddling or holding hands, because both of you are afraid of losing the other, of having through go through all that torture again, but at least the day was much brighter and you could inally go out together and live your life as a normal student in Devildom would.

--- BELPHEGOR

The Avatar of Sloth has so much pent up rage and hatred, that he may need to take over the title of Avatar of Wrath before long.

First, hating the whole human world, because of Lilith’s death, hating demons because of the misunderstanding with Diavolo and Lucifer, and now, wanting to burn and torture to death the whole Celestial Realm for shunning you like that, letting you to rot, broken, on the ground, as if you were worth less than a vermin.

It took every ounce of self-control Belphegor had to stop himself from unleashing his hatred on the world, and get you to his room to tend to you, hoping and doing his best to make sure you are alright.

He is going to force Beel to keep him awake, because, due to his Avatar Sin, he is prone to falling asleep quite easily, which would only be counter-productive and he wouldn’t be able to sooth your pain and fears this way, so he’s going to sacrifice days and nights of sleep just to make sure you’re not crying anymore.

No matter how harsh his speech is, it does a complete 180 when it comes to you, he will speak in the softest voice possible, would look at you with the most tender look on his face, would give you lost of reassuring gentle kisses, would stroke your hair soothingly, while also humming an old lullaby that Lilith used to sing to him, and would brush away the hair from your face, to see your gorgeous eyes sparkling.

He hates seeing you in so much pain, but every time he curses the angels in his head, he’s just going to hug you tighter, as a way to stop himself from crying at your misfortune, because you’re too pure and kind, you don’t deserve to go through all this pain, it’s just not fair...

What was worse is that, after all this physical mess ended, the emotional and mental one only began, as you weren’t able to get a wink of sleep, because of all the nightmares plaguing your mind all the time, waking you up, making you cry and scream, tremble in fear and anxiety, while all Belphie could do was to hug you tightly, turn on the light, and tell you the same generic reassuring words because...What else was there for him to even say anymore?!

“I’m scared, Belphie, I’m scared...I’m afraid that if I fall asleep, I’m just going to get more nightmares, and maybe I won’t even wake up after that. I’m afraid that if I wake up, you will be taken away from me...Or that they will drag me back to the Celestial Realm to torture me for treason...I’m afraid I’ll have to go through all that over and over and over again...Belphie, I’m exhausted, I’m losing my mind...I just want to have one fucking night of proper sleep...Just one...Is that too much to ask? Am I really that undeserving of feeling rested, just because I fell in love? Is that how things are for those perfect frauds up there?!” you sobbed, clinging on Belphie, as he could only curse them together with you, giving you approving words, and cuddling with you, you try to fall asleep on his cow-patterned pillow, lights still on, drinking a cup of hot milk with honey, thanks to Beel who went to prepare some for the both of you.

Even for him, who has been a demon for so long, nightmares never ended, but at least they weren’t as frequent as yours, so to help you out, even by a bit, he started looking around for remedies, spells, drinks, to get you into a deep sleep with no dreams, at least for now, to help you regain even a bit of your strength back and not be a zombie anymore.

Belphie would get incredibly passive-aggressive and protective of you, growling at anyone that may be considered a threat to you, that approaches you, and wouldn’t let you alone for even a second, in fear of somehow losing you - You’re either with him, or with one of his brothers, or in yours or his room, and frankly, you’re happy knowing that you can finally feel a sense of security after so long.

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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A week

Summary - You want a puppy. Ransom doesn't. You make a deal so you both get what you want.

Warnings - smut, anal, butt plugs, mean ransom

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word count - 1.9k

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You cooed at the k-nines jumping up to kiss your face. You had always had a special spot for dogs but your busy job and hectic life never allowed you the leisure to ever have one of your own.

You stroked the German Shepherd under his chin as he wagged his tail, so excited to see you again. His brother launched at Ransom, biting and tugging at the helm of his long tan coat. “Hey! quit it” He scolded the poor pup shrugging it off.

You had to really strain yourself from laughing at the sight. He started at you, scowling at your amazement “You know what they say. Animals can judge your a persons true nature. Whether you’re good or bad” You squinted playfully at him. Although you knew if Ransom put the teensiest of effort in being friendly the dogs would like him just as they do you.

“I’ll show you just how bad I am” You yelped as he jerked you forward by grabbing your the curve of your waist, pulling you into him as the dogs barked at him.

“Ransom behave yourself!” Linda yelled approaching you both at the door “Honestly how do you put up with him” she despondently shook her head. She had always been nice-ish to you. Telling you she sees a lot of herself and Richard in you and Ransom, as you had a high powered job. Ransom definitely didn’t take too kindly to being compared to his father. Throwing vicious insults at her, blaming her for his fathers wandering eye, even if she sort of deserved it you felt bad for her.

As if to rebel against her, ever the teenager, Ransom bit your neck and gave it a suckle in front of her as she gasped at his insolence. You tried to push him away but he was too strong.

She said something along the lines of ‘you’re hopeless' and then left you both alone.

Compared to most Thrombey dinners this one was surprisingly tame. You made Ransom promise to be on his best behavior, and he did a pretty good job. So as a way to thank him you blew him on the ride home.

You choked around his dick as he thrusted his hips up with reckless abandon. You could only hope he was concentrating on the drive as you felt him spill in your mouth.

“Fuck” he cursed catching his breathe as you slipped his softening cock out of your mouth “See that’s a better use of your mouth” He chuckled at your frown “Be a good girl and tuck me back in” He ordered and you gave his cock a kiss, putting it back in his pants.

He seemed to be relaxed and elated as id he was in his post orgasmic bliss. You had to strike while the irons hot. “Ransom” You gushed giving him a sweet smile “how do you feel about... getting a puppy?”

He scoffed incredulously “Absolutely not” He spit tutting the T.

You knew he wouldn’t agree right away. “What if I let you put it in my ass?” He had tried multiple times to let him fuck your ass. Letting his tongue wander while he was eating you out, pressing his thumb into your bum while he was railing into you from behind, smacking and biting your bum. You couldn’t see the appeal of it. With how big Ransom was, to the point where you struggled to fit him in your mouth, it would probably hurt a lot, but you’d be willing to do it for a cute puppy.

“No. There’s a perfectly nice tight cunt right next to it I can use” You’d cringe at his crude words but by now you had gotten too used to them. “I’m not sharing you with a dog. You already work, even though you don’t need to”

You sighed at that smoothing your hair, having had this exact conversation with him multiple times. You’re not quitting your job. You’d be lying if you said his passive aggressive comments didn’t hurt you. “Whatever. I wanna go home”

“We are going home” He deadpanned.

“No I wanna go to my apartment” even though you weren’t sure if you had the keys to it. You hadn’t even been to your apartment in weeks, probably months. You stared out the window refusing to look at him.

“What? That’s it? You don’t get your way and now you’re throwing a fit? You’re such brat” He smirked thinking of ways he could fuck the brattiness out of you

“That’s amazing coming from you” You gave him a humorless chuckle “I’m just really tired okay? And – I think some distance would be good for now” You tried to reason with him.

“Let’s make a deal. So we can both get what we want” He proposed.

“I’m listening” You looked back at him.

“You let me do whatever I want to you for a month. And then we can go get your stupid puppy” He parked the car in his driveway.

“What do you mean whatever you want to me?” You couldn’t help but think the worst.

“Would you hold your horses? I’m not that perverted” You could argue with that.

“One week” You countered.

“I have to put up with a dirty dog for just a week?” he scoffed again

“It’ll be fun and special” you flutter your eyelashes at him hoping it’ll do the trick.

“Fine” He grumbled.

“Let’s shake on it” You offered your hand hoping he’ll shake it but before you knew it he was out of the car. He opened your door hauling you over his shoulder. “Ransom!” You squealed being taken by surprise.

“Let’s start right now yeah?” he harshly smacked your ass carrying you up the stairs to his bedroom. He dropped you on the bed, in a not so graceful way. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” He smirked digging out what looked like a blue tube from one of the drawers.

“Is that a... “

“It’s a butt plug. We gotta get you ready babe” He said stroking the plug, feeling the silicony smoothness under his fingers.

“You’re not putting that in me if you’ve probablyput it in other girls” you puffed. “I didn’t want cooties, no thank you”

“Relax. I ordered it online. Now” he paused making you wait for it “let’s get down to business” before you could protest he crashed his lips upon yours, nipping and tugging on your lips.

You moaned into his mouth as his calloused fingers worked on your zipper taking your dress and panties off. If nothing else he was really good at undressing you. You felt his fingers teasing your folds, barely touching you. “Ransom please” you whimpered. You couldn’t really take any teasing not tonight. Or ever really. The little shit was too good at it.

You yelped as he unceremoniously flipped you onto your stomach, perching your ass up by putting a pillow under your hips.

He gave your ass a loud smack. You chastised him to be more gentle. “take off your stupid pinkie ring If you’re going to spank me. It really chaffs me”

He gently (well gently for him) pushed your head in the pillow muffling your voice. “I get to do whatever I want with you. Remember?” you didn’t have to look at him to know that he was probably evilly grinning at your helpless state.

You gasped as you felt his warm tongue lick a stripe up your folds, suckling on your clit. He drew patterns on it with the tip of his tongue. He was being too gentle, it made you fear the impending storm even more so. “Oh” you said as you felt his tongue on your pluckered hole. It was strange, not nearly as pleasurable as it was on your clit, but good in a different way. “Oh god” your breathe hitched as you felt him push two fingers in your bum. He dragged them in and out of you while sucking on your clit. “What the fuck?!” You exclaimed as you felt a cold substance on your ass.

“It’s just lube” He muttered pressing the plug in your hole. The plug invaded your ass. You were still getting used to it, wiggling a bit to see how it hits in different angles. “Looks so pretty babe” You cursed at the way your heart fluttered at his praise.

He pushed his throbbing hard cock in your weeping channel. His cock was so big, no matter how many times, and how hard he fucked you, the delicious burn when he enters you is probably the best part for you. Next to cumming around it of course. His pace escalated, encouraged by your moans and whines. And how you tried so hard to suppress them. He grabbed your hips pushing you into the pillow under you as he set a steady pace giving short shallow thrusts. “Harder Ransom” You pleaded fisting the sheets in your hands. Needing something to hold onto. You knew he loved it when you said that.

And then, suddenly he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling so empty. You clenched around nothing, your pussy missing the weight and warmth of him. “Ransom?” You called out looking behind to see what’s going on. You gasped as he pulled the plug out of your ass, making you feeling even more empty.

He pushed your cheeks apart before gathering your slick with his dick, coating it around your pluckered hole. He languidly pushed his tip in, holding still when he was halfway in as he heard you hiss.

The lube, his fingers and your slick did help but it was still painful. You powered through the pain, he was too big, the burn of the stretch was painful, you hoped it would get better.

“It’ll feel good in a bit” he said pulling his cock halfway out of you and slowing thrusting it into you.

You moaned as your body got accustomed to his size. His thrusts sending shivers up your spine. He pressed his fingers on your clit, pushing them inside your weeping channel. You couldn’t stop the cry that escaped your mouth. It was too good. His fingers in your pussy and his cock in your ass, you didn’t know what you should focus on or which one felt better. “I wanna cum. Please! I’ve been so good” You begged pathetically.

“I get to decide when you cum” He said curling his fingers inside you as you whimpered into your pillow. “Fine I’ll go easy this time. You can cum babe. Go ahead cum on my fingers. While I –“ he snapped his hips harshly against your ass pushing into the deepest parts of you “fuck your ass”

With the green light from him, you felt stars cloud your vision as he stroked and pinched your clit. You came undone screaming into your pillow, gushing on his fingers.

“Fuck!” He screamed pulling out of you stroking his cock as spurts of cum landed on your back.

“You did so good baby. We’re going to have so much fun” You heard him say as you felt a warm cloth between your thighs and ass cheeks cleaning you up. You hummed sleepily. Wondering how the week was going to go. It would be interesting if anything.

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aotxreaderheadcanons · 4 years ago

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Hello! I hope your having a wonderful day. So can I request Mikasa,levi, and eren with a gender neutral s/o who is seen as really quiet,sorta bossy, strong, cold, and intimidating. But in reality just a shy little dork who is scared of talking to people and extremely nice. Like there the person who would say excuse my language if the curse once. Sorry i'm really specific some times.

((So sorry about the long wait! Work made me do 106 tests online sense I got promoted so my spare time was taken up by that. None the less I really hope you enjoy!)) Mikasa

-Mikasa understood your quietness, they were one of the few people she was actually comfortable around that wasn’t Eren of Armin.

-Which was rare to say the least.

-She too understood your slight coldness and bossiness but once she started to get to know you she understood your true colors.

-Mikasa ended up becoming very protective over you. She knew well that you could handle yourself, but she just wanted to ensure your safety.

-One of the few times people have ever seen Mikasa laugh, even if it really was just a snort is the first time you cursed at Eren.

-Eren had gone ahead in training leaving behind Mikasa and yourself, Mikasa quickly followed his lead but because of Eren they had lost because he decided to act on Jean's taunts. -”Excuse my language, but Eren what the hell was that!?” You yell angrily making Mikasa snort and have to cover her face from laughing. Everyone was shocked to say the least.

Levi

-Levi was always known to be cold so he understood where you came from.

- He was impressed with your strength which is why he wasn’t upset that Erwin had you join the Levi squad.

-You however were nervous as hell, after all going from scout’s for a month to joining the levi squad in less than half a month was shocking to say the least.

-Not to mention how cold Levi seemed to be. Only after a few months of being in the squad did you really start to understand some of the kindness he had.

-You really understood that the captain didn’t want to lose anymore people, that’s why he had you all train so hard.

-You had to be the one to ensure the captain ate, most days he was drowning in paperwork up to his head.

- Lord forgive anyone who insults you. Sure the captain was protective over everyone on his team but when someone insulted you people could see the anger radiating off him.

-”They go by they or them, You better get that through your thick skull before I make you into Titan bait understand?” Levi really could be scary sometimes.

Eren

-People had no idea how you and Eren got along, you two were pretty much polar opposites.

-Needless to say most of the 104th was very very grateful to you. You were the voice of reason when Armin wasn’t around.

-None the less you couldn’t stop all of Eren’s fights. But you were always there to gently scold him after.

-”Eren, why did you fight with Jean this time…” you scold gently as you dab some alcohol onto the cut on his cheek to insure that it wouldn’t get infected. -”He insulted you Y/n… Of course I couldn’t let him get away with that!” he complains unhappily.

-You let out a heavy sigh but you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face. Eren was really kind at heart…

-You pinch his cheek “Eren, I can fight my own fights ok?” you scold. “Ow, ow, ow ok Y/n! Just let go!” he complains rubbing his cheek in pain unhappily when you do let go.

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#mikasa x reader #eren x reader #levi x reader #aot fluff #aot x reader #aot x reader fluff #aot x non binary

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narwalbby · 4 years ago

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howdy? so, can i please get headcanons for how karma would feel with a hyper crackhead-energy s/o? like she has that cursed sense of humor. would it confuse him or would he embrace it? idk man i’m really a simp for his period head self 🥰🥰 thank you!

Me, a Crackhead: 👁👄👁

Also same, I‘m simping for used Tampon haired boy as well 🥰✨

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Karma with Crackhead S/O

Okay, so at first Karma absolutely hated it

He found it annoying

Very annoying

But after a while he kinda got used to it, and some of the jokes he even found funny

He also appreciates cursed pics and Memes his S/O always shows him

All done by themselves of course~

In public he thinks their silly jokes are a little embarrassing, but he still laughs because of them

He needs a bit of time to warm up, but after a few days the both of them won’t stop spamming each other with any kinds of memes~

Wants his S/O to make cursed memes for his classmates (look above 👁👄👁✨)

He teases them a lot with these pics

Look you know these fairy insults from TikTok right? ( 🧚‍♂️ ✨💖)

After his S/O told him what they were the only thing he uses to insult people online is this

Imagine him doing this to Korosensei

He once texted him: "✨🔥🥺When Ariana said 😋just keep breathing 💨she clearly didn’t mean you 🥰🧚‍♂️✨"

I think Karma loves Vines

He doesn’t get TikTok, but he l o v e s Vines

That’s why the both of them sometimes watch Vines together when they‘re on a date

He‘s also a Keyboard Smasher

But only sometimes

Wich can be confusing, but I mean his S/O probably does the same so yah

He mostly uses haha

But whenever there‘s something that really excites him he‘s just like; HSJDÖDBEM

I mean, Karma has a twisted sense of humor as well, so I don’t really think he‘d judge his S/O f of it

Only thing that really annoys him?

When his S/O stays up very late at sleepovers and start to yell or tries to start Pillow fights

He just wants to sleep

But other than that he actually likes his S/O‘s humor

Sometimes he just thinks it’s a little overdone but he doesn’t mind

He loves his S/O nevertheless

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I‘m very sorry that I posted this so late, I finished this at 1 AM so sorry if there are any Typos HSHSHSHSH

I hope you like it 👁👄👁🧚‍♂️💕

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom headcanons #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader

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krabjoons · 4 years ago

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book it [knj]

⮕ summary: back to school shopping. two people. one book. what could go wrong? a lot of things, actually. but then again, some things could also go right.

⮕ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

⮕ genre: fluff, crack, angst, bookstore!au, college!au, a condensed version of enemies to lovers

⮕ word count: 3.9k

⮕ rating: pg-13

⮕ warnings: mild cursing, the slightest references to what happens at a frat party

⮕ a/n: okay first things first, aAAAHHHH dynamite came out! and it’s an absolute bop (and record breaker)! so i decided to post my very first piece of writing in celebration. and also, because it’s that time of year again, you know, back to school season (yay? idk), i decided to use that as the theme to this drabble. hope you guys enjoy! :-D

p.s. if you wanna talk to bookstore!namjoon or bookstore!y/n, feel free to do so here!

okay so

maybe it wasn’t exactly the best idea you’ve had to go back to school shopping literally ONE week before school starts

you can’t help it! you’ve just naturally been a procrastinator. there’s nothing you can do about it

well, there actually are lots of things you can do about it, but you’ll get to it later (haha, get it?)

anYWAYS

you’ve finished all of your supply shopping and almost all of your book shopping

keyword being almost

you would’ve got everything except barnes and noble didn’t have one of your textbooks

hoW?!?! isn’t barnes and noble a giant bookstore retail chain? how can they have literally every book you can think of exCEPT the very one you need?!?!

and you’ve gone to other bookstores too but they don’t have your book either

today is just not your day

so you’ve decided to take a look at one more place before you have to turn to the online edition of your textbook

which really isn’t ideal because after two minutes you’ll probably “accidentally” end up scrolling endlessly through your instagram feed

so in short, if you want to pass this course, you really, really need this textbook. like, a lot

you pull up to a cute little bookstore, nestled in between a starbucks and a barber shop

Pied Piper Books, it reads. cute.

you push the door open and are immediately welcomed with the smell of warm vanilla. bells on top of the door jingle to alert the (cute) guy at the front desk to your presence

“hi! welcome to pied piper books. i’m jimin, how can i help you today?” he asks with a grin, eyes shifting into happy crescents

“hey, i’m y/n. i was looking for a psychology textbook. um, this one?” you say, holding out your phone to show him the title of the book on your phone

he squints at the screen before nodding eagerly

“oh yeah! there’s a whole rack of psychology textbooks in the back,” jimin exclaims, “you should be able to find it there”

you thank him profusely before strolling to the back of the bookstore, taking in everything around you. there are books of all kinds: nonfiction, historical fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, and more! it’s incredible how this cozy little bookstore has enough variety of books to rival the last barnes and noble you went to

“ah! here it is!” you exclaim when you finally see your textbook in the middle of the shelf

what luck! it’s the last one there, too. you reach your hand out to grab it when, suddenly, another hand bumps into yours

“oh, shoot, sorry!” you hear a smooth, low voice say

you turn to look at who the owner of the voice is and you have to physically concentrate on keeping your jaw from hitting the floor

in front of you is one of the most attractive men you have ever seen in your life

actually, scratch that

in front of you is possibly the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life

he's got honey colored skin and black hair. his burnt umber colored eyes twinkle with the lights of the bookstore. his lips, very plump (and kissable), are forming into a smile

he's smiling at you!

wait- why does that smile look kind of weird?

now that you're getting back to your senses, you realize he's giving you one of those tight-lipped smiles, not a genuine one. and his hand is slowly tightening on the book you have your hands on as well

"um," you're not sure how to phrase this because:

1) there's a vERY handsome guy nearly holding your hand

2) said guy isn't looking very fondly upon you right now

3) he's trying to take the boOK YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ALL DAY

so as much as you would like this hunk to see you in a positive light, you would like to pass your psych course a lot more

"i, uh, i really need this book. like, a lot. for a course? that i need to pass. yeah. so this book is gonna help me pass. and i need it. a lot. yup," you blabber

what? it's not your fault this (very attractive) guy is making you all flustered

he nods slowly and smirks, making heat rush to your cheeks

"that sounds really fun," he drawls. "but i need this book too. i mean, isn't it fascinating how the human mind works? i'd love to read this book, especially once i get out of class."

is he being serious right now? he's got to be kidding… right? no sane human being just reads a textbook for fun

"oh, yeah. very funny. but out of all the other textbooks here, why choose this one?" you say, rolling your eyes, attempting to yank the book to your chest

unfortunately, you're not as strong as you hoped because Textbook Boy didn't seem to budge at all

that's when you see his arms

long story short, they're very attractive. and his hands, too. are those rings you see? um, is it getting hot in here?

gulping, you add on, "plus, what kind of lame person chooses to read a textbook instead of, i don't know, an actual book?" keeping your eyes trained on his hands holding the book, inches aways from yours

he chuckles. "wow," he remarks as you finally look into his eyes, "do you not know what sarcasm is? of course i'd rather read something carl jung has written over whatever pearson has published here. i need this for my psychology class too, sherlock," he shakes the book that the two of you are holding

did he just insult you? of cOURSE you know what sarcasm is. you're the queen of sarcasm. novices tremble in your wake. who does this guy think he is?

"well, i'm not going to just give up this textbook. i spent all day looking for it! can't you just go somewhere else?" you groan out, running your free hand through your hair in frustration. you miss the way that his face softens for a second before returning back to its original determined appearance

"sorry, but as much as you need this textbook, i do too. i have class next week and-" he begins before you cut him off

"wait, do you go to seoul national university?" you ask, to which he nods uneasily. if he ends up wrenching the textbook out of your hands sometime later today (because it doesn't look like you're going to let go of it anytime soon with the death grip you've got on it right now), you're not going to follow him back to his dorm and kill him just to get a textbook, are you?

he didn't think you were mental upon first glance, but now he's starting to change his mind. maybe going on another long search in other stores for the textbook (that he'll probably have to end up purchasing online anyway) is worth it if he comes out alive at the end of the school year

"oh, cool! i go there too. so do you have professor lee for psych, then? i have him. i'm so glad he didn't give us summer work. like other professors i have assigned so much stuff for us to do. i'm happy that-" you start rambling again, making the guy smile and shake his head

"yeah, i have professor lee. and i also need this book," he lamely tugs at it again. you pout and are about to say something when someone interrupts him

"well, well, well. what do we have here?" jimin saunters over, taking note of Textbook Boy and you. specifically your guys' hands and how close together they are

“i came over because i thought i heard some yelling. but you two look, um, busy right now. glad to see you resolved any issues,” he teases after seeing the two of your flushed faces

“no, jimin, we actually do have a problem-” Textbook Boy begins before getting cut off by jimin

"you know namjoon, when you asked me for a book, i didn't know you were also meeting your lady friend here,” jimin interjects, wiggling his eyebrows at you teasingly, making you even more embarrassed than before

so his name is namjoon

wait, as in kim namjoon?!

like THE kim namjoon?!?!?!

you’ve heard a lot about him before but never seen him in person yet. (what? is it really that bad of a thing that you prefer binge-watching netflix over social interaction?)

he’s one of the most popular guys on SNU’s campus. the guy that everyone swoons over, boys and girls alike. beauty, brains, and brawns, kim namjoon’s got it all. the perfect friend group, the perfect wardrobe, the perfect life. he’s got everything

well, almost everything. just not this textbook, and you’ll be darned if you go down without a fight

“okay, wait. there’s been a misunderstanding. i’m not his lady friend. i need this textbook for my psych class. like right now,” you explain

so let’s think

if you just yank the book out of namjoon’s hands, run through the aisle and dodge jimin (who might side with namjoon because you’ve heard they’re in the same frat), the book could be yours. if you’re lucky, you can run up to the front desk and see if anyone else is there so you can pay and leave before namjoon and jimin catch up to you

taking in a deep breath, you decide to bring your plan into fruition

namjoon's talking right now: "jimin, you know how much i need this book, man. come on, man. i mean, we're bros. who helped you pass midterms last year? me, right?"

great, now's your chance!

you yank the book to your chest and start to run, when all of a sudden-

"hey, wha- oOF!" namjoon exclaims as you try to run away from him, suddenly tightening his grip on the book, but it's too late. the tug you gave on it sends him flying into you

“what the- OW!” the two of you begin to drop to the ground. bracing yourself for the fall, you close your eyes in anticipation and land with a thud, book clutched to your chest, and back on the ground. not the most comfortable fall, but definitely better than face planting

when you open your eyes, you nearly shriek

positioned right above you, staring into your eyes with a dazed look, is namjoon

you’re under him. like, not even in a frat party or anything! in the middle of a bookstore out of all places!

eyes widening, you push him off of you, quickly scrambling away and look at jimin sheepishly, who watched the whole ordeal go down. if you were embarrassed at being caught holding the same book, you’re downright mortified right now and ready to crawl into the nearest hole

“okAY! so uh, i’ll leave you two to whatever it is you guys are doing. uh, but just hold in all your desires till you guys get home. this is a public space, after all.” jimin teases, eyebrows raised and inching slowly to the front desk where he wouldn’t have to see whatever the two of you would do next

it’s strange, jimin thinks to himself. namjoon’s never mentioned a girl to their frat before, but here he is, cozying up to y/n. weird. he shakes his head with a soft smile and continues on his way

oh no

so now you’re back to square one

alone with namjoon

and the textbook

did you forget to mention that you’re alone with namjoon?

it was much easier when you didn’t know who he was and could talk smack in front of him, but now? now you’re a lot more nervous

because you fought with THE kim namjoon over a textbook. SNU’s kim namjoon. and then you essentially pulled him on top of you in front of his friend. and on top of that, you still haven’t got your book yet

who knows? if jimin and namjoon are friends that could mean namjoon gets a preference, and thus, the textbook. they could make fun of you afterwards and you’d be forever known as the lunatic who tried to seduce namjoon to get a textbook. ouch. not a pretty picture.

for the first time, things are starting to look bleak

“uh, so we can totally pretend that didn’t happen. no worries,” namjoon chuckles, scratching the back of his neck in a combination of nervousness, embarrassment, and shyness. you can now see his dimples, which means he’s probably giving you a genuine smile, but you still can’t help but feel bad

tucking your knees into your chest and placing your chin on top of them, you whisper out, “i’m sorry.”

you squeeze your eyes shut and continue, “i really shouldn’t have done that. i didn’t mean to make you fall. like i just- i’ve been looking for this book everywhere, you know? and when i just found it, i guess i got way too excited. by the way, i didn’t mean to offend you with whatever i said. it’s just, you know that i have a tendency to- “

“ramble, i know. really, y/n you’re fine. i get it. i’ve been freaking out over this book too,” namjoon consoles you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?”

you nod weakly

“hey,” he continues, “how about this? we share the book instead. we anyway both have professor lee, so this method could be easier, you know? plus, we can share notes too.”

regaining your senses, you snort, “no offense joon, but i barely know you. it’s cool if we share things, but let’s start small and just share class. i don’t know how much of you i can tolerate.”

you meant for that to be a joke. can he tell? oh god, that was not good timing. you were literally having a breakdown a couple minutes ago. does namjoon have the same sense of humor as you? does he even have a sense of humor?

“for your information, yes i do have a sense of humor. you were thinking out loud by the way,” namjoon mentions dryly when you look at him in confusion. “and ‘joon’? we’re making nicknames for each other already, baby? i thought we’d wait till at least the second date. are we counting this one as our first?” okay, so now he’s pulling your leg

wait, kind of literally

his hand (the one that was around your shoulders at first) is now resting at his side. and because the two of you are sitting against a bookshelf next to each other, it’s now slightly brushing against your thigh

you stare in shock. THE kim namjoon touching you??!?! not sure if this is a blessing or a curse

“oh shit, sorry. my bad,” he finally notices after following your line of vision after seeing you gape at your legs.

great, now you’re going to think that he’s a creep! just because he’s popular on campus and in a frat doesn’t mean he likes to spend his free time feeling up girls

plus, he wants to make a good impression on you, as crazy as it sounds. he’s heard about you before, and you’re one of the smartest people on campus, staying holed up in your dorm to study rather than go to a party

(he doesn’t know about your crippling netflix addiction that you disguise immaculately. no one does, thankfully)

plus, you’re pretty and, although he would never admit it to your face, funny

anYWAYS

so what if he has a teeny-weensy crush on you? it’s not even that big of one. it’s so tiny. the smallest. not even there

yup

namjoon doesn’t have a crush on you

spoiler alert: he’s wrong about that

and you definitely don’t have a crush on him either

spoiler alert: he’s wrong about that too

so the reason why his heart skips a beat whenever you make eye contact with him is definitely a coincidence and not because he has a crush on you

right?

spoiler alert, again: wrong

he clears his throat, “sorry, you can have the book. i’ll just buy it online, i guess”

you pout and start to argue because you still feel a bit guilty, but he stands up and offers you a hand, which you look at hesitantly but still take

“you’re not gonna like, pull a WWE superstar move on me are you?” you joke

“who says i won’t?” he smirks at you, while pulling you up closer toward him

the sound of footsteps round the corner, probably jimin, and the two of you break apart before anyone can catch the two of you in another compromising position

an excited voice exclaims, “goOD NEW GUYS! i found an extra copy in the back! wow, i mean, that’s SUCH a coincidence! what great news!” jimin waves a textbook in his hands with a big grin on his face. a little too big of a grin, if you’re being honest

“i DEFINITELY didn’t know that we have extra copies in the back at all times! wow! isn’t this awesome?” he continues

is he JOKING?!??! you know you did NOT just spend this much time fighting for a book you could have had the entire time. and you definitely know that you did not spend a solid fraction of it embarrassing yourself in front of kim namjoon

speaking of namjoon

he doesn’t look so happy with jimin either. his jaw is now clenched and arms are crossed intimidatingly. he glowers at his friend and raises an eyebrow.

wait… that’s kind of hot. if you’re being honest, it’s really hot

"jimin, you're shit at lying, you know?” he says, “what was the real reason you didn’t give us the extra copy ahead of time?”

should jimin tell you guys the truth? well, a part of it wouldn’t hurt. he can already tell the two of you like each other based on your body language and thought leaving the two of you alone would help you two get even closer

he laughs, “no i literally forgot for like the entire beginning of your little argument and then i thought it would be fun to see how it pans out.” the smile on his face turns to a slight grimace as he sees the two of your unamused faces

you turn to namjoon, wondering if he’s thinking of getting “revenge” on jimin like you are. still keeping his eyes trained on jimin, he nods imperceptibly as if the two of you had communicated telepathically

“well, jimin, you did get us to agree. unfortunately, it’s not about the thing you want.” you say in what you hope is an intimidating manner. thankfully, namjoon adds more oomph to your words by cracking his knuckles

“okay, great! while you do that, i’m going to be at the front desk, ready to ring you guys up. you know, actually doing my job? have fun, you two! try to come up with something original and scary if you’re getting your so-called ‘revenge’, won’t you?” jimin grins and ambles off

oh my god, why is he so carefree? it’s lowkey frustrating

when the two of you are alone once again, namjoon turns to you, a question at the tip of his tongue

“so are we gonna beat his ass or what?”

you shake your head and furrow your eyebrows (namjoon finds it endearing that you’re serious about teaching jimin a lesson but he’ll never tell you)

“no, we have to think something out and be clever about it. plus, physical violence isn’t exactly my forte.”

“that’s fine,” namjoon replies, checking the time on his watch. “but it’s getting kind of late right now and i have to get some stuff ready for my frat.” seeing your face fall he adds, “let’s meet up sometime soon though, okay? how about we meet up at the starbucks next door later?”

is this his way of asking you out on a date? you’re kind of in shock at the idea

nonono, don’t overthink it y/n, it’s a casual meetup. casual.

namjoon doesn’t like you! you don’t like him… that much

it’s fine!

“oh! can i have your number then? it’ll be easier for us to communicate,” he adds on, feeling slightly nervous. which is kind of weird because pretty much all other girls on campus would flip their shit if he asked that and say yes without hesitating. but then again, they also don’t accidentally pull him on top of them in the back of a bookstore

who knows? you could say no

“sure,” you stammer out, still in surprise. namjoon hands you his phone to fill out your contact information and you save your name as “y/n :-D”

he lets out a little chuckle at that, simply saying, “cute,” and you swear you can hear your heart combust

the two of you head to the checkout counter, where jimin smiles knowingly at you two

“i’ll be expecting something extraordinary from you nerds,” he teases, to which the two of you roll your eyes

“i’ll catch you later, okay?” you tell namjoon while heading out the door, to which he nods with a dimpled smile. “and thanks for nothing jimin!” you call out, waving at him sarcastically

“you got the book in the end so be grateful!” jimin yells back

before the door completely closes, you hear namjoon threaten jimin, “once we get back to the house, i’m going to beat your ass for real,” to which jimin responds lazily with “sure, but you’ll be thanking me when the two of you start dating.”

you bite your lip to stop laughing. when you open your car door and look down when you see that someone has texted you

from unknown number: well today was certainly interesting… does meeting next week at 3 work for u?

from unknown number: shoot, sorry i forgot to say my name lol. this is namjoon btw

smiling down at your phone, you type back a response

to namjoon: sure! sounds great! c u then :)

you jump in surprise when you hear a noise come from inside the bookstore which seems to be jimin’s voice

“DUDE LOOK, SHE SAID YES!!! SHE’S TOTALLY INTO YOU!”

wow, he’s surprisingly loud. and accurate, too? are you that obvious about your crushes?

“NOW’S YOUR CHANCE, ASK HER IF THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DATE!”

well, it could be your chance too

smirking, you quickly type back a response before namjoon can say anything

you hope you said the right thing

to namjoon: it can be an official date if you want it to be one ;) i know i’d like it that way

setting your phone down, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding and get into your car

slowly pulling out of the parking lot, you sneak a quick glance into the window of the bookstore and see namjoon staring at his phone in shock with an open mouth and jimin standing next to him, eagerly looking at the screen

jimin catches your eye through the window and winks at you with a smile

okay

so did you say the right thing? fingers crossed you did

your phone buzzes again, indicating someone has texted you (hopefully it’s namjoon)

a big smile breaks out on your face once you pick up your phone

from namjoon: i like the way u think ;)

from namjoon: so it’s on then? an ACTUAL date next week at 3? we can decide on how we’re gonna mess with jimin later lmao

yeah

you definitely said the right thing

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vostramente · 4 years ago

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I just came here because i’ve been feeling too bad lately and found the post that i just reblogged and i feel even worst knowing that i’ve been like this for so long.

I tried to get an appointment with a professional psicologyst but my phone decided not to work so i’m worst now because of that. So i am going to write here everything i should have said there.

This has been my fucking and precious diary every time i get too bad but for once i want to stop feeling this bad all the time, i want to stop feeling like there is something wrong with me, i want to stop feeling like all i do is bother and annoy everyon around me, i want to stop feeling like i’m worthless. I WANT THIS TO STOP but i don’t know what to do or how to do it.

It has always been easy for me saying everything in english because in spanish i start cursing and it never ends up well.

Lately i’ve been feeling tired and i know that i am annoying being like this sad or mad 24/7 but it bothers me that everyone realizes that i am mad o sad but they never try to figure out why or if there’s something that they’re doing that is affecting me or i don’t know, i don’t want to blame other people because i know thta i am at this point and feeling this shitty because of myself.

I feel that i am always giving 100% of me in everything i do but never get anything that i want back, i know it’s wrong to expect from others the same that you’re giving because that never happens but i just don’t feel appreciated.

Yesterday my boyfriend said something that made feel even worst, he said: “Why should i be sad if i have everything?, i have my family a job and they’re all okay” Well i also have “everything” but i am not happy and believe me i pray and try to be everyday. Right now, my dad does not have a job so we literally have no money, my mom does cakes and things like that and we sell it online, i am working and doing a master because i thought that doing that i’ll get a better job, i’ll be better paid and things we’re going to be better but guess what? Things are worst. Since my mom does not know that much about social media i run instagram and facebook for her so we can sell more but between studying, working and my shitty head, sometimes i just don’t feel like doing eny of that but still i have to do it, i know. I also clean the house because she has rinitis and my dad a my brother are useless in that way, the thing is that when i do not feel good i tend to get rude and they all get mad and start yelling at me and then i feel like shit. I wnat them to understand that i am not a fucking machine, i want to do everything and help everyone but while doing that i am fucking losing myself and feeling like shit.

Everyone here in my house and outside is like “afraid” of me and that makes me feel like shit you know? when my mom talks to me or is going to ask me a favor se says sorry first and that makes me feel like shit, it’s worst that an insult because i am not that person or i dont see myself like that, so yes i am tired of being considered a bad person, when everything i do literally is do my best for things to go right and be okay all the time.

Today everything is okay in my house but last week i got an anxiety attack because i was mad cleaning the house and making a lot of noise because i felt sick and for 2 FUCKING WEEKS no one even tried to pick up the things they accidentally throw in the floor, and well my mom got mad and started yelling at me, of course i spent 3 hours crying because i was feeling like SHIT, my head hurted like i had a rock instead of brain and i was cleaning because everything was SO MESSY and they still get mad.

So i don’t know i just feel that at the end it does not matter how many times you do it good or how many times you try to do good, the time you do it wrong or in the moment they do not want to, you are the shit, and i know it’s my family, it’s all that i have but i still can’t stop feeling like shit. I don’t think they care about me or how i feel, they just care about me doing what they want and what they ask me to.

Now there’s my boyfriend, i’ve been fighting a lot with him lately because again i do not feel loved, since this stupid pandemic started i tried to sent him things so he knew i thought about him guess what i got back, NOTHING in 4 months NOTHING, when he started to work he could have come and see me but NO he said it was my time to go because before the pandemic i didn’t go to his house so no, he didn’t come see me in 4 months because “it was my turn” (I have very restrictive parents and since we’re 24/7 in the house i’ve been trying to avoid fights). So 3 weeks ago i decided to go to his house because i saw so many people in the streets and i felt like it was unfair, so i did it and he said “see you next week” and guess what, he didn’t come he only came one day because HIS MOM sent me a yogurt that i have been asking to him for months (He said he’ll only pay attention to my cravings if i was pregnant) everytime i tried to tell him anything about how i feel he said “everyone is having it hard right now” (and i’m sorry if this is selfish) but I DO NOT CARE i am talking for me, for how i feel, not for the resto of the world so he always stopped talking to me and came back the other day like nothing happened, yesterday was our month anniversary and he said “ hope you had a nice day and get to rest” that was all, at first he was the one getting mad about the fact that i didn’t post anything about him on instagram or anywhere, now it’s me, the thing is that the day i told him about that he said “i have to look professional for my job” but of course he posts stupid memes and things like that so i don’t really know how is he expecting me to feel about that.

Today he said he was tired and mad at the fact that i was always feeling like this, but HEY if i feel like this is because something around me is not okay right?

Just needed to vent, i am way more calm now but still sad.

I’m going to start writing more in here.

Thank you if you’re reading, bye.

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im-a-space-gay · 4 years ago

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Another Gay Gamers fic about me making the British boi suffer :D!! I am tired, and really need sleep and validation, but guess what?? I’m not gonna get either!! Oh well.

Trigger Warnings include: Cursing, mentions of pervs, anger, sadness, lack of mental stability, break downs, crying, name reveals that weren’t recorded, Virge been a lil troll, let me know if I need to add more!

Before Virgil went to Florida

~~~~~~~

One more thing. If one more sh*tty thing happened to Virgil in the remaining time of today, he will scream. So many things went wrong today, if you asked him.

It started out when he realized he was out of food, meaning he had to leave his dark and amazing apartment and into the sunlight where people were to buy more. But of course, he missed the bus, had to wait an hour for the next one, had some perv sit next to him that kept leaning into his personal bubble and giving him the bedroom eyes, and then the store was out of Cheddar Broccoli Ricearoni in a cup, making his day so much worse because damn that was the good stuff.

And then when he missed the bus back, he decided walking would be faster, and halfway there, it started raining. He understood he lived in England, but come on!

So now, here he was, soaked all the way through as he entered his apartment, hoping to god his food was dry because most of that stuff didn't last in water, like chips. He put away his snackage first, deciding his health didn't matter anymore as he put the food in the cabinets, ignoring his shivering.

And soon enough he was done putting away groceries and getting into dry clothes and currently was brewing up tea. He was making some part of today enjoyable, mark his words. However, he didn't count on one thing.

His online friends.

They started texting him, telling him to set up and load Minecraft, and that's when it hit him. Recording day. The cherry on top of his already perfect day, huh?

He thought about how he wouldn't make it through the recording without either snapping at everyone or staying completely silent as he turned on his computer, deciding he was gonna need a lot of sugar in his tea for this crap. Hopefully, his mood would make the video more interesting, as it wasn't very often he was like this with no explanation.

Virgil first loaded Minecraft, deciding he could use that time to try to relax and cool down before he had to hear those voices that he was not ready to hear.

And when the time came, he dreadfully opened Discord while sipping his sweet tea. He clicked on the call and oh boy, they were already yelling.

"Hi Anxie!" Patton called over the other two's arguement, making them shut up quickly and say their hellos as well. Virgil just grunted, reading back in the chat to figure out what they were doing and opening one of their modded worlds.

"Did you just wake up?" Logan asked, his stern lecturing voice already coming out which really peeved Virgil off.

"No. I've been awake all day," he growled, trying to ignore his friend's characters as he went down into the mine.

"Okay, no need to be violent!" Roman said, and Virgil just hissed and continued on. As his friends officially started the video, Virgil went to level 23 and made a little hole, barricading himself in and hoping to God nobody would find him. If he was lucky, they wouldn’t mind him doing essentially nothing this video and would be fine with just his barely there commentary.

“Say hello Anx!” Patton said, and wow, did he really miss the other’s introductions? Dang.

“Greetings,” he said, trying not to let his anger out on Patton. He was too good for that. Patton moved on, and he assumed that would be it for five minutes, but of course, Roman was unpredictable.

“That’s it? That’s all?” Roman asked, apparently not pleased with his one word.

“Greetings fellow pieces of garbage, how are you. Better?” Irritation was creeping into his voice as he went on, and if the others didn’t know something was wrong before, they definitely did now.

“Geez, calm down,” Roman said, sounding concerned. Virgil hissed at him again, holding back tears from his frustration as he sipped his tea.

“Are you alright Anx?” Logan asked this time, sounding equally concerned, which did not help his mood at all.

“I’m fine,” he snapped. He became more irritated when there was no more tea in his cup, getting up and going into his kitchen to pour another cup before deciding to grab the entire kettle and drinking out of that as he tried to stay calm listening to his friends.

“So, what do you think of that Anx?” Patton asked halfway into the video, and Virgil just hissed. He didn’t hear what Patton was asking about, and he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay in this f*cking hole, chug his piping hot tea, and not talk. He shall achieve this, even if he had to commit arson to do it.

“Dude, what is your problem?” Virgil hissed again. When he noticed Logan’s gamer tag coming closer, he crouched. Of course, this didn’t matter as Logan broke into his hole, but it seemed like he found it by accident.

“Wha- Anx what are you doing down here?” He asked in confusion.

“Trying not to have a breakdown and burning my tongue on Chamomile,” Virgil said truthfully, his angry tone melting into an unstable one. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks and he chugged more tea so he wouldn’t make any noises.

“Are you okay?” Roman asked in a joking tone, probably thinking he was kidding. Virgil stopped drinking his tea, opened his mouth to answer the usual “I’m fine”, but a small sob came out instead. “Wait, sh*t, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Anx,” Patton said in a concerned and begging voice.

“I’m fine!” Virgil insisted, holding back any noises that might prove otherwise.

“Pause the recording,” Logan said, and it sounded like everyone went through with it like Virgil did. “Anx...”

“I’m okay!” Virgil said, but the small sobs wracking through the two words contradicted his statement. He couldn’t help but curl into a ball in his giant computer chair, wiping his eyes as if they could see him.

“Who are you trying to convince?” Logan asked softly, and Virgil started crying louder, rubbing his eyes harder too.

“I- I don’t know...”

“God damn it Anx,” Roman mumbled, and Virgil started shrinking into himself before Roman continued. “Why do you have to be all the way in England?”

“Because tea,” Virgil sniffled, and smiled brokenly when he heard the surprised laughter from all three.

It took a while, but they managed to calm him down, and never once asked what he was upset about, which he was thankful for because all the things that made him mad sounded stupid out loud. They just asked if he could continue the video, and after reassurances that he could and wanted to, they let it go. But...

“Uh, before we start recording again, can I um... tell you guys something?”

“Of course Anxie!” Patton said cheerfully, and oh boy that made him more nervous. “What is it Kiddo?”

“Uh- um, so uh...” Virgil took a deep breath. It’s like a bandaid, you just gotta rip it off. “MynameisVirgil!”

“I- I’m sorry, what was that? You said that really fast.”

“My name, is Virgil,” he repeated slower, biting his lip. It was silent for a second before Roman spoke up.

“Wait. Wait wait wait, for real? This isn’t another prank? Like, that is actually your real name?”

“Uh, unless mum’s been lying to me all my life, I’m pretty sure that is my name,” Virgil joked before realizing he’s probably said something similar in his pranks. “I could try and find my birth certificate? It’s gotta be around here somewhere, just give me a second and—“

“Virgil?” Logan cut him off, and Virgil stopped from where he was about to get up.

“Yeah?” He responded near-immediately, not noticing the name difference. Patton squealed, clapping excitedly. This of course, made Virgil really scared. “What? Did I do something?”

“That was too quick to be a fake name!” Patton said, and Virgil finally registered what happened.

“Do you still want a birth certificate or...?”

“I think we’re good Anx.”

“Okay,” Virgil said nodding, and was about to start recording again before—

“Hey An- Virgil?”

“Yes?” He stopped, looking at the computer with the call on it in curiosity.

“We love you, okay?”

Virgil felt his face heat up, and thankfully held back a squeak for the most part, only letting out a small flustered sound. He had to remind himself that Roman was most likely referring to platonic love, and not... the love he felt.

“Y- Yeah, okay. I love you guys too,” he mumbled, and he felt his butterflies turn into seething hot rage as not one, not two, but all three of them starting to “aww” at him, saying how tiny and adorable he was.

How insulting. This is why online friends from America couldn’t be trusted.

Needless to say, Virgil left his little hole and kept trolling the others for the rest of the day, his only explanation being: “What? Me? I’m just a smol, cute bean who apparently can’t do anything wrong.”

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kirishwima · 5 years ago

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Can I have all with then helping you take care of curly hair ?

yes!!! im a fellow curly-haired person and my dude......it’s a StruggleTM

I didn’t add Saeran, but if you’d like me to write for him too let me know! :)

YOOSUNG:

* Honestly, as a kid he loved to try and braid his sister’s hair, even if he always ended up tugging at her locks until she got mad at him lol

* So when he heard MC’s groan of furstration from the half-open bedroom door, he gingerly peeked his head into the room, smiling at the sight; his beloved, sitting on the bed cross legged in their bath robe, a hairbrush stuck in their slowly-drying wet curls.

* MC looked at him, exasperated as they pointed to the brush still stuck in their hair, defying gravity at all costs.

* “Do you see what I have to deal with? I swear, I should just shave my head and get this whole mess over with” they groaned, and Yoosung laughed as he walked to sit besides them, leaning to kiss them on the corner of their lips.

* “Can I try brushing it for you? I don’t know if I’ll be any good but-I want to help!”

* Hesitantly, MC nodded; they knew that it was probably a bad idea, that even if Yoosung meant well he might end up tangling their thick curls more than they already were, but his hopeful look, the small shy smile he gave them-how could anyone say no to that face?!

* So Yoosung sat on his knees on the bed behind MC, gently pulling curls away from the hairbrush to try and tug it off of MC’s head. Surprisingly...it didnt’ hurt all that much. Sure, when he finally tried to pull the brush off of the remaining strands of hair MC could feel the pull, but Yoosung’s movements were so slow and light, MC sighed a sigh of relief.

* As he seperated their hair into small sections, brushing through their hair so slow the ministrations felt almost like a massage, MC felt their eyes flutter shut. Was there such a thing as being a pro in hair brushing? If so, Yoosung should win all awards for that-MC would see to that, no matter what.

* Once Yoosung was done with the back and moved to the final strands framing MC’s face, he noticed how slump their body became, how as he shifter they lolled onto him, their head on his chest as they slowly fell asleep. He smiled, setting down the brush to tug MC closer to him, letting them rest on his chest. He’d be sure to ask them to brush their hair every day from now on.

ZEN:

* You’d think he’s a pro at hair brushing considering his long rat tail-ehm, ponytail.

* (I have a personal vendetta against that ridiculous ‘pony tail’ im sORRY-)

* Whilst he always has hair ties and hair beauty products laying around, he’s actually the WORST person MC could ask to help them style their thick curly hair-his was so silky soft and straight, he literally barely had a used for hairbrushes. Instead, MC was left to suffer, lathering product after product on their hair to keep their curls prim and proper, preforming a whole ritual when it came to brushing their hair after a shower.

* Zen, bless his sweet loving soul, he tried to be helpful-he’d bring MC shampoos specific for curly hair, would look online for hairstyles they could do, but when it came to actually helping MC tame their curly head-that’s where he became a clumsy mess.

* He was so afraid of accidentantly tugging on MC’s hair, that he nearly refused to touch their head at all. If he saw MC struggling to tie their hair in a pony tail, loose strands falling out of their grip, he’d simply point it out to them, refusing to actually touch their girls-what if he pulled on it and MC squealed in pain? He’d never forgive himself for that.

* However, late at night, when MC would be asleep-he’d gingerly run his fingers along their soft curls, smile to himself as they shuffled closer to his hand at the sensation; it’s something he didnt’ allow himself in the morning light, but here, with MC asleep, and with his hands moving ever so gently, he knew it’d be impossible to hurt them-not if the way they nuzzled into his hand was any indication.

* Seriously though, Zen, PLEASE just help poor MC next time you see them struggling to braid their hair. It’s just hair for God’s sake just-help them out! They won’t bite!!

JAEHEE:

* As a girl with very short hair, she actually has a hair-care routine that rivals any lazy man’s; she uses an all-in-one shampoo-conditioner, much to MC’s horror, and just simply dries her hair with a towel then lets them be. No hair care oils, no special shampoos, nothing. She just....lets them be.

* Well, not under MC’s watch she won’t-MC is actually the reason why Jaehee eventually let her hair grow out into the gorgeous wavy locks she now has-she saw the special care MC took with their curls, how they even used specific satin pillow cases so their hair wouldn’t frizz up, and Jaehee looked to her own hair, tugging at a strand with a soft frown.

* Eventually, she shyly asked MC for advice-her cheeks went bright red as MC smiled and took a hold of Jaehee’s hand, taking her to their favorite beauty store to look at products that could match Jaehee’s hair.

* Once Jaehee’s hair started growing longer, they actually set up a small daily ritual together-they’d help each other brush their hair after a shower (”Never brush dry hair!” MC would chastise Jaehee, and she’d simply nod, never really asking why-not until one day, she saw MC purposly combing through their dry curls for a 70s’ themed party, lol), they had their favorite hair oils and dry conditioners on the bathroom coutner, ready at all times-Jaehee considered these times an intimate quiet moment between the two, happy to have someone she loves to build a routine with.

* At some point the two decided to dye their hair together-they worked at their own coffee shop, they were their own boss, so there was no one around to tell them not to go crazy with their hair, right?

* So Jaehee chose a gorgeous ombre for her hair, starting as her natural colour on the roots, ending into a deep purple on the ends; and MC chose a vibrant blue, ‘to match their bright personality’ as Jaehee put it.

* Seeing kids stop and look at their hair in awe always brought a smile to Jaehee’s lips; and seeing MC smile as bright as they did, their blue curls framing their face, she felt her heart swell with love.

JUMIN:

* Honestly...he has every good intention, but MC should never, EVER let him near their hair.

* He’d love to run his hands through MC’s curls, yet everytime he tries to, his fingers end up stuck inbetween locks, eliciting a soft hiss of pain from MC-he always apologizes, and MC never chastisies him for it, but damn did it hurt!

* Sometimes he’d see the strenuous process MC went through to comb their hair after a shower, how they’d yell curses at the brush when it got stuck in their hair-he frowned at that, wondering what he could do to help MC with their struggle.

* “Darling”, he decided, “I’ll hire a personal hair stylist for you. You’ll never have to yell insults at a brush ever again.”

* Jumin...no. MC explained there was no need for that, their hair was just naturally the way it was and there’s little to be done about it.

* “Then I can find the best hair stylist to make your hair permanently straight. Would that help?”

* “No!” MC looked to him; they explained how they appreciated the sentiment, but even if it was a pain in the butt sometime, they loved their natural hair-there’s so many people paying to have curls like they do, and they have the privilege of having them naturally-it’s something they got from their parents, something that links them to their family, and they’d never want to alter it permanently in such a way.

* Jumin hummed, but nodded, and instead decided to be the best um, hair...hair-supporter he could be. He’d buy the best products for curly hair he could find, not-so-discreetly putting them in MC’s stuff, buying anti-frizz hair brushes, and even changing all their pillows into specific, satin ones so that MC would never have to wake up with a frizzy head ever again.

* Honestly, 10/10, this man just wants his beloved to be happy and he’ll do his best to do that, give him some credit

SEVEN:

* He’s the type of person that CONSTANTLY gets bored with his look, and the easiest thing to change is your hair, so...

* ...So he’ll have a different hair colour every other month. From neon pink to darker than the night sky, this boy has tried every hair style and colour under the sun.

* He has never, ever dealt with curls as pretty as MC’s before. He’ll compliment their hair constantly, and will often try and tug at their curls to see them recoil like a bouncy spring-MC would simply look at him with distaste, but soon smile as they see the fascination in his big bright eyes.

* He wants to match MC’s pretty hair too!!

* Of course he’ll let his hair grow out a little longer so he can curl them, burnign his hand on the curl iron more than once-eventually he’d ask for MC’s help with a defeated tone as yet another faield curl frizzes and goes limp on his head, unable to stay as thick and curly as he’d like it to be.

* So rather than him helping MC take care of their hair....MC would be the one to style his hair and curl it, dousing it with hairspray to keep the curls in place-and boy, the excited look on Saeyoung’s face is so, so worth it.

* “Baby look! We match now!” he screams, hugging MC as he hides his face in their curls and yeah-he’s a big idiot alright, but he’s their idiot.

V/JIHYUN:

* He’ll constantly compliment MC’s curls, smilign whenever he sees how they bounce as they turn their head this way and that-it’d frequently become a muse for his drawings, which let’s face it, would feature MC 90% of the time.

* He’d never personally suggest he help MC brush or style their hair-he doesn’t know anythign about curls, and would hate to do anything to hurt or ruin MC’s hair.

* If MC asks though, he’ll be there in an instant-he’s so gentle and if MC asks him to help brush their hair, he’ll hold them form high up near the roor and brush them with his wrist behind the locks for support, instinctually knowing how to brush them without hurting MC.

* Don’t ever ask him to braid hair though-while he’d love nothing more than to do beautiful intricate braids on MC’s head, he finds it impossible to seperate their curls enough to form sections to braid-MC would instead probably end up with a sad excuse of a pigtail...but well, A for effort, right?

* This poor bean is trying his best though, so cut him some slack. He’ll even go online and look at tutorials so he’ll be prepared for the next time MC asks for help!

* Might jokingly ask if MC would like to dye their hair to match his-if they do, he’ll be so shocked but also happy because hey-they match!!!

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Talk to me. Keanu reeves.

A/N: This is my first request ever (for @celestiaelisia) and I hope it meets the standards 💖

Word Count: 3337 (more or less I've edited this like a thousand times dude)

Summary: You work as assistant director in the John Wick 3 set and everything is quite shitty in your personal life.

Warnings: Body shaming (your coworkers shame you because of your weight so if it’s triggering for you please don’t risk it. You are all beautiful no matter what.), angsty angst.

Sunset Boulevard was crowded with tourists, as always. You walked fast, making your way through, you had no time to waste. You needed a new job. You had moved to LA a year ago. The relationship with your parents was hanging by a thread. You were a reckless teenager often getting yourself into trouble. Everything started when you stuck up for yourself in high school, people blamed you for the fights that happened and the director had to call your parents every other week. That's when you started skipping school, staying late out and fighting endlessly with you mother. The only support you had was your older sister. She had always been by your side in every tough situation. You came to her to seek comfort, to joke around, to cry your eyes out. She was everything to you, the only thing that prevented you from leaving. One day the situation got out of hands and you just had to run away. Your first option was LA, the city of dreams, or so people said. You'd wanted to be a movie director since you were a little girl. In high school your highest grades were the photography and audiovisuals ones, it was a vocation. When you arrived you rented a room in a small apartment with two other girls and looked for a job in the film industry, soon losing your hopes as it was a lot harder than it seemed and sticking to waitressing while looking longingly at the hollywood sign instead.

You had just been fired from your latest job. You were waitressing in a cheap dinner down town. Greasy food, watered down coffee and terrible tips. But life kept on going and rent wasn't going to pay itself so you had to keep on looking for another job. Looking online you found an opening as assistant director for the third John Wick movie. You experience in the field wasn't impressive so you didn't think much of it besides applying and keep giving out resumes at restaurants and dinners. Deep, deep down you still had a little gleam of hope that told you they would call you. Surprisingly, they did call, and the first thing you did was phone your sister. When you told her she got even more excited than you, she had always believed in you and even though this was just a little step she knew it was the beggining of a succesful career.

The filming had started a couple of weeks ago. Being in New York felt pretty rad. You walked effortlessly around the set, giving out the day's scripts, delivering clothes door to door, bringin everyone their cup of coffee... it almost seemed like you floated around. No one knew how you managed to do all of that by yourself. Sure you had some coworkers with the exact same work as you but they would rather spend their time sitting around doing nothing. Truth is you loved this job. You loved having the opportunity to meet actors and actresses, learning about directing and producing films and keeping your mind busy. You always carried around a little notepad to write down all the tips the director and the producers gave you. Your coworkers saw you as the ass-licker assistant and considering how people praised you for your good work, their hatred for you grew and grew each time someone complimented you. At first, you didn't care, you knew you had been working hard and that you deserved to be recognized for that. However, when the first insult came you knew it was going to be be harder than you thought.

"Hey fattie, why don't you bring me a coffee." one of your coworkers said as you were about to exit the trailer the director had assigned for all of you to take your work breaks in. You turned around to look at him, shocked by the words that had left his mouth. Your cheeks turned a bright red color and the other colleage sitting next to him stiffled a laugh. You were trying to process what had just happened, memories of high school came rushing to your mind like a shit tornado. This was too familiar. Sure, you were overweight but after all the bullying you had endured as a teen you finally thought of yourself as an intelligent, beautiful and sweet individual. You knew your weight didn't define you and you certainly didn't care about what others thought of you. However, hearing that "nickname" again made it all come back: the insecurity, the shame. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out, your brain replaying in loop how your classmates yelled insults towards you in the halls and how the girls teased you in gym class. Your eyes watered and you rushed out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you and trying to get away as fast as possible. You ran between the trailers, in search of yours. You picked up your phone to give a quick call to your sister, to ask for advice. You let it beep a few times, her answering machine spoke and told you to leave a message. "Hi sis, I was just calling to get some advice. It's been a couple of days since we last talked, hope you're okay. Give me a call." You hung up and kept walking fast.

“y/n!”

You cursed under your breath as you heard that familiar voice calling you. You dried the few tears that had escaped with the back of your hand and put on the fakest smile you could, hoping he wouldn’t knotice your flustered face. You turned around and waved as you saw him approach you “Hey Keanu!”

He tried to steady his short breaths “Wow you almost outran me there.” he chuckled.

“Well, be careful grandpa.” you said holding back a laugh. He looked at you with eyes wide open as he laughed hard.

“You offended me with that one I must say.” He stared at you with a playful grin and you felt your heart pound in your chest.

He was wearing his John Wick suit and a few fake cuts on his face and the only think you could think of was how good he would look without that suit. Yes, maybe you had a little crush on him. Of course you did, who could resist him? After a couple of weeks of shooting you two had gotten pretty close. He was such a sweet man, he always listened to everything you had to say and he was really fun to be around. You just wished he would ask you on a date and hold your hand and kiss you. His voice got you out of your little daydream. “Anyways, I came to ask if you wanted to grab something to eat after work.” Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. “Sure!” you said trying to play it cool.

Weeks passed by and the mean comments just got worse and worse. "Disgusting" "Why don't you go to the gym fattie" "That shirt looks too tight on you we can see your rolls." No one on set knew and you planned to keep it that way. The shame was already unbearable and if everyone found out it was going to be even worse. Your self steem was slowly dissolving, leaving you feeling like an empty carcass, a shadow of the person you used to be. Outside you were still the same, no one noticed something was wrong, but inside you were an anxious mess. You feared everytime you had to walk on set, everytime you had to go out. You felt everyone's eyes on you, where you once had seen admiration you saw judgemental stares that burned on your skin. You started declining Keanu's invitations to go out to eat, coming up with shitty excuses you knew he didn't buy. You isolated yourself instead, crying you eyes out in your trailer, wishing to hug your sister and get that comfort you so desperately needed. She hadn't returned any of your calls and it all was adding to your anxiety. Was she alright? Had your parents finally convinced her to stop talking to you? On top of that you were messing up the friendship you had managed to build with Keanu. How could a girl like you be so delusional as to fall for a man like him. He would never see you as anything more than a good friend, if you were still friends that is. You were pushing him away, just as you always did. It hurt like hell. Tears started flowing again, harder this time. You were sure people walking by outside could hear you sobbing but you didn't care.

Keanu walked by your trailer to get to his and he stopped in his tracks when he heard you sobbing. He was starting to worry about you. He didn't know if you were trying to avoid him because you wanted to end your friendship or if there was something wrong in your personal life. Either way he wanted to find out. He enjoyed spending time with you, he always had fun when you were around. He thought of you as a bright, fun and beautiful woman who didn't give a fuck about what others thought of her. Your strength and sense of righteousness were the things he loved the most about you. The way you stuck up for what you believed in was admirable. That bright and cheerful side of you was already fading and he had noticed from the first moment. Keanu wasn't the type to intrude in someone's personal matters but when he heard you crying he knew he had to do something, he just had to think the best way to approach you.

The next day went by as always. You made small talk with the crew, talked to the director and producer to write down some notes about what they told you, and tried to avoid Keanu as much you could. You had caught him staring a couple of times and you just waved as you walked away. Fast. You knew he could sense something was off and you feared what would happen if he found out. "Maybe he'll join them. Or maybe he'll just laugh at you for being so fucking weak." Your mind whispered as your eyes welled up with tears.

Your trailer door closing behind your was the sweetest sound to you. It meant you were safe from the outside world, no one could mess with you in your safe space. Unless...

Your phone started ringing, breaking the silence of your small house. You ran to pick it up thinking it your be your sister but instead a male voice spoke.

"Hello. Are you y/n y/l/n?"

"Yes. And who are you?" You said, your heart rate rising up dangerously.

"I'm you sister's husband." Silence took over the phone line. He was waiting for some kind of reaction that never came, so he spoke again, sniffling lightly. "Its all happened so fast. One day she was fine and the next one she had to be hospitalized and when you didn't come I assumed your parents didn't even call you-" he rushed his words.

Your breath hitched and your head suddenly felt light "What?" You mumbled

"She passed away last week. Today was her funeral. I'm so sorry."

The phone fell to the floor. Suddenly everything felt like it was spinning in circles. Your heart threatened to come out your mouth and the tightness in your throat made it difficult to breathe. You fell to your knees with a loud thump. You opened your mouth to take a deep breath but a scream came out instead. A raw pained scream that tore apart your insides.

Keanu was smoking a cigarette outside his trailer. The weather was good considering it was winter and if he smoked inside the smell lingered on the bed sheets which he actually found pretty nasty if he thought about it. He was staring at New York's lightning, his thoughts lost in y/n, thinking about her behaviour. He blew the smoke and watched as it mingled with his condensating breath and danced in the cold air. The night was silent which was something strange in New York City, it felt almost peaceful. He finished the cigarette and walked to a nearby trash to throw away the butt. A pained scream cut the silence and echoed in the trailer zone. Then silence. Then another one followed. He turned around and started running towards where he thought it came. His heart was pounding in his ribcage, fearing the worst thing. He could tell who was the source, he would’ve known from a thousand miles away.

He busted the door open and found you there, sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around yourself as you screamed all your pain away.

“y/n!” he kneeled on the floor next to you and hugged you tight. “What happened?” he said over your screams, worry obvious in his voice. He rocked you back and forth while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, trying to get you to calm down so you could talk to him. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to stop screaming, turning into a crying mess as you slowly wrapped your head around that phone call.

“My sister.” you said sobbing into his chest as he rubbed circles on your back. “she passed away.” as you let out those words total realization hit you and the tears started flowing faster.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Keanu planted a kiss on your hair as he let you cry a little more.

When you managed to calm down -or maybe when you ran out of tears to spill- you took deep breaths and Keanu’s voice flooded your ears

“Are you hungry?” you shook your head no and he just sighed “Okay. I’m gonna grab some stuff from my trailer to spend the night here. I’ll be back.”

You moved off his lap and he stood up. “Keanu” you spoke, you voice sore and broken “It’s okay, really, you don’t have to stay.” god, you were a terrible liar.

He smiled sweetly from the doorway “I know i don’t have to, I want to. Now wait for me, it shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.” When he closed the door you let out a shaky breath and pinched the bridge of your nose.

He was right, he was back five minutes later with a bag full of food, a pile of blankets and some movies to watch on your laptop. He was an actual angel. He put everything down and sat next to you on the small couch, staring silently at you. You gave him a questioning look.

“I know you don’t want to but I need you to talk to me. Open yourself up. I know something’s wrong.” he reached out to hold your hand. “Okay.” you took a few seconds to prepare yourself.

“Since I started working here my coworkers had been shaming me because of...” you used the hand that keanu wasn’t holding to gesture to your body. He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. Anyways, it’s affecting me a lot, that's why I avoided you, I didn’t want to make you feel embarrassed." He sighed relieved now that he knew you didn’t want to end their friendship but it hurt to think you really believed he was embarrassed of you.

“And then there’s my sister.” you choked on your words and Keanu knew not to push it. He hugged you again.

“Who’s shaming you?” he said against your hair. His voice had turned serious, a kind of seriousness you’d never heard from him, it was almost scary.

“No Keanu, there’s only a couple of weeks left I can deal with it.”

“Tell me.” he pulled away to look into your eyes, his gaze so intense you felt he was looking right into your soul.

“The other assistant directors.”

“Okay. I’ll take care. Are you sure you’re okay?” he checked once again.

You nodded. It wasn’t entirely true. You just didn’t feel anything at all. Pain had been replaced by nothingness and the void in your chest was even more consuming than the anxiety.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

You raised an eyebrow and he quickly corrected himself. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” his cheeks turned rosy and he thanked god for the dimly lit room. “A shower usually helps me relax a little.”

“Yeah I guess I could use a good shower and fresh clothes.” You stood up and walked to the small wardrobe, picking your pijamas and fresh underwear.

“Will you be okay?” Keanu asked from the sofa as you were about to close the door. The white light from the bathroom shone on half of your face and for a first time he could take a good look at your red puffy eyes and flustered cheeks. His heart broke at the sight. He still thought you were beautiful, your plump cheeks screamed for him to kiss them and he had to resist the urge to just run to you and do it.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call you if I need something.” you said smiling weakly at him.

You opened the door, steam flooded the small living-room, the scent of your shampoo invading the space. You stepped out of the bathroom, your hair still wet and your hairbrush in your hand. The wet trails of your tears got lost between the droplets of water that still lingered in your eyelashes.

“C’mere” He said opening his legs and motioning you to sit down on the floor between them. He took your brush and started gently brushing your wet hair. He untangled the loose knots on your hair, the feeling of his hands caressing it making you hum with delight. This was by far the best moment of your day, maybe even the best moment of the week.

The brushing stopped too soon for your liking and his hands dropped to your shoulders, massaging softly. “Do you want to watch a film or eat something?” His voice was soft, as if he was scared to startle you, and it felt velvety in your ears making your eyelids feel heavier than they did before.

“Can we just go to bed?” that was the only thing you really wanted to do, leave this day behind as fast as posible. He nodded softly standing up and offering you a hand. You took it and stood up too, leading the way to the bed in the back of the trailer. You lied down with Keanu next to you. His fingers intertwined with yours as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“y/n” he whispered into the dark. You hummed in response. “I don’t know if I’m overstepping here but you’re beautiful.” you felt your face heat up at the comment. “What I want to say is, your weight doesn’t define you and you are one of the most cheerful, bright and amazing people I’ve ever met. Don't anyone tell yoy otherwise.” He raised his hand still intertwined with yours and kissed your skin softly.

You felt a tear slid down you face. “Hug me. Please.” You turned your back to him and he spooned you. His arm was around your waist and his face was in the crook of your neck. His beard tickled you and his breathing was hot on your skin, his lips kissing your neck every couple of minutes.

“I would never be embarrassed of you, if anything, I'll cherish and adore you every day of my life.” he mumbled against your skin. You didn’t know what to say so you put your hand over the one he was resting on your belly and gave it a little squeeze. “Tomorrow will be another day.”

He was right. The thought of getting up tomorrow was dreadful to you but you had to push through, for yourself, for your sister, and that, with Keanu by your side, seemed a little easier.

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Peachtober | Day 4: Red Nails

Mamamoo Vampire!AU

Reader insert

Warnings: Mentions of blood and murder, self harm near the end, biting

Four women moved in just a few years ago, but most would claim that they’ve been here since they were born. It’s an old town with a bunch of old houses, and they fit in perfectly. And yet, they don’t belong. Not just here, but anywhere. The rumours were just too true. Too coincidental. And yet, no one would ever dare confront the three. Curious children would often dare one another to greet them.

The children would grow and become...averse to sunlight. Most said it was just teenage angst, but the town had to adapt by making classes available online. To make sure the children didn’t fail because more than anyone, they wanted to get out of this town. All families before had said so, and yet they always stayed. Never left. This town was old for a reason.

So that is where the women stayed. They were all as beautiful as nature itself. The moon, the sun, the wind, and the flowers all in one dark house at the end. Those who went inside and made it out said it was beautiful. Other times, they had “accidents” that no one ever talked about after a week or two. As if it never happened.

A tall woman with platinum blonde hair made of sunlight’s brightest rays dressed in golden yellow pants and a soft yellow oversized shirt tucked in only the front with slightly high slippers supposedly designed for men, but kept from a very beautiful woman they fed off of and eventually died. A shorter black haired beauty hugged her once she was down the stairs.

“Will this rain ever stop? I just got a new top, and I don’t want it to get ruined.” The black haired woman showed off her sparkling green blue crop top that she wore with tight shorts and green ankle boots, the family pears wrapped around one of them.

“I’m sure you’lll look cute even if you are wet, Solar-ssi.” The blonde replied.

The woman with short brown hair rolled her eyes and put down her phone, “Can you not?”

Solar said, “Moonbyul and I were talking about the weather.”

“Uh-huh.”

Moonbyul looked around, “Has anyone seen Hwasa? She said she was going into town to get something rich for us. It’s around Halloween, so it should be easier to go out.”

A loud thump landed on the window.

“There she is!” Said the short haired woman.

You were scared as the three of them approached your hiding spot, but instead Moonbyul opened the window and let in a bat with pinkish iridescence on its wings. Right before your eyes, they turned into a beautifully tanned woman in hot pink heels and and a matching one sleeved dress.

Vampires! They were vampires. That explained the memory wipes and rumors.

“Wheein~ can you bring me a towel? It was pouring out there!” Who you assumed was Hwasa said.

The woman in a bodycon skirt and matching orange crop top with billowing sleeves got up and did just that. Her pumps making her steps more confident than you had ever been in heels. Like the others, her earrings and necklace were black as night. They began talking about the new mayor and how he wasn’t much to look at but was single and rich.

“However, I don’t believe I’m his type.” The scouter said.

Solar smiled, “How about me?” her canines sharper than any human’s.

“Nope. Wheein.”

The woman in orange tossed the towel in Hwasa’s face, “Stop joking around! The last mayor called me a dog of a human.”

“And we killed him, remember? Tortured him and bled him out for about a month before he stopped waking up.” Moonbyul went over to hug her around the shoulders. “No one insults our Coven.”

Wheein smiled, “I guess I could give it a shot.”

They all smiled. They were the reasons why the mayors went missing and other affluent members suddenly died after changing their will to include one or all of these very beautiful women.

“Speaking of our Coven, do you think that human hiding under the window seat would want to join us? They’ve stayed quiet long enough.” The one in pink said.

You gasped. They couldn’t have meant you.

The others giggled while Solar replied, “We were going to see how long she would stay down there.” covering her mouth as she laughed.

“Come out, come out, delicious mortal.” The mayor’s potential killer said.

You cursed and then came out of the hiding spot. It was you with four women who were way more powerful than you had even started to believe. You had thought them werewolves because of how active they became the nights before and after the full moon. That’s why you had brought a gun with a few silver bullets when you should’ve been covered in garlic or holding a wooden steak.

Without the obstruction of ancient wood and not having to look out of a silver of open space, they were even more gorgeous in person.

“D-don’t hurt me, please.” You asked.

“We would never hurt a potential coven member.” Solar said. “So, what do we call you?”

“Y/N. I’m sorry for intruding. I just wanted answers for me no longer knowing what did happen or what has become just whispers.” You held your head.

Moonbyul smiled, “What a gorgeous name. So, Y/N would you want to join us? I can tell you would rather not go home.”

You shook your head, “I...I wasn’t planning on it. I was going to come here to see if you could make me disappear too. Like you did to the last mayor’s daughter.”

“Oh, Nancy! She was nice.” Hwasa said as she sat down on the couch now completely dried off. “Her blood was so nice and smelled so good. She flew off to California, didn’t she?”

“She’s alive?” You gasped.

“If she’s stayed out of the sun, then yes. Hwasa is the one who turned her, so she would know the answer.” The blonde replied.

The dark haired girl in pink nodded with a smile. Soon enough, they were all so close to you and asked if you wanted to spend the night with them and then they would hear your decision on whether or not you wanted to become one of them. It was nice not being yelled at. You made them promise that no matter what your choice was, they would not let you go home or tell anyone you were here.

They promised and treated you well, feeding you delicious food fit for deities. It was so good and you got to hear stories about their lives. Hwasa had been turned the most recently. Recent being 200 years ago. They were nice and not like the vamps you had read about before or had seen on TV or in movies. These women were more like family than your actually family had been.

“Do you want us to paint your nails?” Solar asked.

“Sure?” You replied, surprised that they were talking to you still.

The five of you sat in the living room. Solar painted your nails at got you to talk about why you had come to them. You couldn’t hold back anymore as your fingernails became the same red as each of the other women’s were. Solid red, but it smelled better than any polish you had ever worn before. It was in a relatively small container with a sharp onix like applicator.

The woman in green then blew on your nails.

“We’ll ask you this one more time.” Moonbyul said, getting her hair braided by Hwasa.

They had each asked you once during dinner and desert. You knew the question and you knew your answer.

“Will you join our Coven?” Solar asked.

“Yes.”

A swift and sharp pain was in your neck, and you saw brown hair out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes fluttered as they become bleary. Wheein used the sharp nail polish top to slit her wrist and put it up to your mouth. The blood smelled so strong! You couldn’t help but dig into it.

The excess went into an empty nail polish bottle.

“This is yours now. Wear it with pride.” Solar said.

Of course you agreed.

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ineffably-good · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4: Welcome to the Dark Side (Modern Love)

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Summary:

In which Aziraphale discovers trolls, contemplates puberty, and has a discussion about privacy.

Excerpt:

When Crowley came down the next morning, he could tell immediately that something was not right with Aziraphale. Instead of happily fussing with the morning papers or making a five course meal out of breakfast, he was sitting at the kitchen table morosely stirring his tea and staring into space.

Crowley sat down next to him. “What’s wrong, angel? You look like someone yelled at you, and I know it wasn’t me this time.”

Aziraphale met his eyes, startled. “Someone DID yell at me! How did you know?”

Crowley tried to stifle the immediate sense of burning anger he felt. No one else was allowed to yell at his angel, and even he tried to do it as infrequently as possible, as he generally just felt guilty about having done so five seconds later.

“Who?” he asked, his voice low and urgent. “Who was mean to you? Tell me.”

Aziraphale let out a wavering sigh and pushed his mobile across the table at Crowley. “This horrible man – woman? – well this horrible person left the most insulting comments on my Instagram feed. Just read it.”

Ah. Well this was something the bloody manual probably should have covered, Crowley thought.

He picked up the mobile and clicked on a few of Aziraphale’s recent posts, reading the comment streams beneath them silently for a moment. There was the usual stream of inane positivity, full of fluffy and saccharine statements of support, and then things began to go a little bit south.

“Do you mean this person who’s offering you sexual shenanigans?” Crowley asked, looking up.

“No, no, that’s just a lost soul,” Aziraphale said distractedly, “No need to fret, dear. It’s further down…”

Crowley kept reading, until he got to a string of obnoxiousness making liberal use of insults, all caps, and blatant attempts to bait someone into an argument.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley said gently, “this is just part of using the Internet. Some people just lurk out there looking for anyone they can abuse or start trouble with. It’s called trolling.”

“He or she said that my photographs are awful, they insulted my overall aesthetic, and they said I clearly have no taste in food!” Aziraphale said. “Me! No taste!” He sniffed indignantly. “And my aesthetic is quite lovely! Look at all those beautiful muted tones.”

Crowley clicked on the next few pics and saw that the same user was making sport of showing up on just about every picture and acting generally insulting. His frown deepened, though, when he noticed that Aziraphale had started answering him and debating his points.

“It’s really not a good idea to interact with trolls, angel,” Crowley warned. “It just makes them worse. They thrive on the attention, and arguments are like ambrosia to them.”

“But – but he’s wrong! About literally everything!”

“Even so. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you! The more reaction they get, the more motivated they are to continue.”

Aziraphale deflated and stirred his tea a little more. “All right, you’re probably right,” he conceded. “I had no idea people had such horrible hobbies! I’ll try to just ignore it.”

Crowley gave him a hug, showed him a few settings he could change to block particular users and change how broadly his posts were shared, and then went off to read the paper on the couch.

Aziraphale watched until Crowley was out of sight, then got online to make one more comment in the long argument he’d been having with his troll all morning.

I forgive you, troll.

That left the angel feeling virtuous, which was always helpful when one was down in the dumps. And then he turned off the mobile and, instead of pocketing it, laid it on the desk. He somehow didn’t feel quite so much like playing with right now.

Crowley did a little investigating on his own mobile into this idiot who was bothering his love, tracked his account down to an email address, and then used his infernal talents to send a little curse into his inbox. The next time he opened a message, he was going to find all of his passwords reset to names of demons in ancient languages which he had better hope he never unraveled, as typing any of them in would immediately attract the wrong sort of attention from Below.

Satisfied, Crowley sat up with a smile on his face and set about seeing what he could do to cheer up his angel.

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The Invisible Language

(This is a vent fic. I was struggling with having to dump a friend yesterday and it got me dwelling on my social struggles..and so I tried my hand at actually writing a fic to project all my problems through! XD)

(For anyone who doesn’t know, I have autism-Aspergers specifically, and I totally 100% headcanon Logan as an aspie. I have this post detailing why. So..for those of you who also stan autistuc Logan (and maybe a bit of ADHD Roman) here is this, me basically throwing my entire life story on our poor nerd and I am so sorry but also not XD. Also, the book I mentioned is very real, and I actually own it. It’s really useful, if a bit dated and heteronormative)

Warnings: Descriptions of sensory overload (similar to a panic attack) social struggles, very brief mention of selfharm, mentions of fistfights and minor physical violence.

Ships: none, but you can probably see my logicality heart in there lmao

The Invisible Language.

It was all just so complicated now.

Or rather, now he knew how complicated it was.

Before, Logan had always just thought he was bad with people. That was fine. It fit, with his habit of staying inside with his nose in a book. The socially awkward, introverted nerd who wasn’t good with kids.

It was simple.

But that’s the thing. Life isn’t simple. And neither was Logan. Even as a six year old.

The socially awkward, introverted nerd, from what he’d seen on tv, would have cried or just silently tried to make due when another kid ‘accidentally’ spilled tomato juice all over his copy of Alice in Wonderland. Logan Sanders leapt from his desk, grabbed the kid’s wrist, and yanked him down so his head smashed into the wood.

The socially awkward one was laughed at. Logan was sent to the office.

Time and time again this would happen. Until he turned eight, and his parents pulled him out of school. He was homeschooled after that, and it was simultaneously like a breath of fresh air and entering a stifling hot room. He was free of the children, free to discover on his own, but he found himself itching for more, to ask questions about things his parents could answer, to do projects he’d heard about online but often ended up screaming in his attempts to recreate them because it wasn’t explained, why this, why that, how do I do that, it doesn’t make sense!!

Homeschooling was a blessing and a curse. He made due. He did well in fact, almost all of his online courses were marked complete with a neat 100 for the score. It was enough for them, but not for him. Eight year old Logan hated it. Ten year old Logan was used to it.

Eleven year old Logan dug his heels into it.

Middle school. His parents wanted to send him back. He understood their reasoning, the rational half of his brain did. Middle school was a big change, adolescence, and the middle ground before high school, which he always knew he would be going to-you can’t get college credit from online courses and library books after all, not the ones he was using. It would give him time to prepare. And yet he was a creature of habit, so used to his solitary life..

Logan has no choice however.

On the first day he stepped inside, armed with only the knowledge of American Girl books he’d skimmed through (who cared if they were meant for girls, they didn’t write helpful guides for boys!) and distant memories of elementary school. The first weeks went by as a blur, and Logan ate it up. The assignments, the grades, the smirk he always found himself wearing when he placed his assignments in the bin. That triumph didn’t even compare to the rush of pride and satisfaction he felt when the teacher told the class that he test they’d been given was apparently too hard, many kids failed and only one student actually got a perfect score, and his paper was handed back with a 100 written on the top.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t hold the paper up a bit and catch the eyes of the numerous people who stared at him with no surprise in their eyes.

Logan even found friends in those first few weeks. A darkly dressed kid who, much like him, never really knew where to go during paired projects and ended up working with him. He found that Virgil was actually very bright, a relief when he looked around the room to see people talking and not doing anything useful. The pale boy was quiet, but listened as Logan chattered away about his plans for the assignment.

Patton was next, a round-faced boy who seemed to share at least a few words with everyone he saw. Logan didn’t mind that. He wasn’t a lazy student, maybe a bit easily distracted, but when he was sat next to Logan in science his work quality was always at least a solid B, as long as he was shushed every now and again. He seemed better with people too, and Logan found himself enjoying his company.

Then there was Roman. He was introduced to their little trio by Patton, who apparently shared a drama class with the tanned boy. He was..a handful. And yet Logan found himself challenged by him. Their friendship was an unusual one, full of debates that more often than not ended in yelling, but at least they started off with intelligent points and interesting ideas-and if often Patton had to break off their passion so neither of them landed with lunch detention, well that was the price to pay.

He was enjoying himself here.

Then the second month. Logan remembered where he was when a redheaded girl told him he was wrong in that ‘you’re a moron’ tone when he told her that actually, the word for the study of space was astronomy, not astrology. When a boy in a green sweater had blatantly ignored him when he asked him to stop scooting his chair across the hard floors. When an entire group of people had continued to call him Logie even though he’d told them over and over he hated it. Many of them seemed to do it just because it annoyed him. This went on. Every day another simpleton would disrespect him. Every day he’d tell him to stop. Often he’d snap at them, or swear. That always got him snickers in return. And Logan found himself clenching his fists as his whole body burned red hot.

It happened again a week after this started. A boy with a Minecraft t-shirt cut him off in the lunch line, and when Logan told him to go to the end, the boy only scoffed and responded with “Are you in kindergarten?” in a tone that made his blood boil with how fucking snotty it was.

Logan’s hand was fisted in the back of that obnoxious t-shirt and pulling back with all its might before he could think.

The boy ended up on the floor crying, and Logan ended up suspended.

There were more incidents that year. Mostly yelling or swearing, but minor physical violence was not unheard of. It was common even.

Logan didn’t want that. He wanted to be cool, to drop the bullies and idiots with bullets of intelligence from his tongue, but everything he tried a witty comeback they’d give him either confused looks, no acknowledgement as all, or retort with ‘Your mom’ jokes, a sort of ‘insult’ that required barely a single brain cell to perform.

They never listened. They were stupid, childish, disrespectful. Logan stuck only to his three friends and the many teachers he’d grown quite friendly with, They liked him after all, he was precocious and that was something teachers always found fun. with adults, he also found he could make himself actually heard, his theories, ideas, suggestions, it was a glorious freedom he had previously only had with Patton, Roman, and Virgil.

But things didn’t get that much better.

In fact, in seventh grade Logan found his outbursts getting worse. They were farther and fewer between, but the eventual rage that would explode was far worse than before. It was like the dam that held back his rage had grown stronger, but that meant it took more water to barrel it over, and that sent far more devastating floods down the peaceful valley of his mind.

In eighth grade, he got into a fistfight with a boy who had called Roman gay as an insult, not knowing that it was true or that the word should not be used in such a manner. When the boy refused to listen to Logan’s explanation of what the word meant and instead switched tracks to scoffing every time he said it was a normal and perfectly acceptable, beautiful thing. And by the time the midget of a bigot tossed in the dreaded f-slur Logan’s mind was so crimson he only felt a rush of relief when his fist connected with the boy’s head.

It was two weeks of suspension for that. And it was during that time that Logan’s mother revealed something to him that he had never expected.

Tales of his childhood-or babyhood rather, where he had exhibited strange behaviors no other parent seemed to have seems.

“I think you might have Aspergers,” she had said.

And now, here he was. He couldn’t believe it had taken her this long to tell him of her suspicions. But now Logan was sitting on his bed, the blanket covered with constellations, staring at the cover of a book.

It was a familiar scene.

But this wasn’t a book chosen by Logan’s own hand, or by the school, or even a recommendation from his parents or a loan from his younger sister Abby.

It had been gifted to him by the man at the Autism Center.

The Asperkid’s Secret Guide to Social Rules.

He’d read the whole thing.

Before, he’d thought he was just awkward.

But no. Of course it couldn’t be that simple. It wasn’t that he just didn’t know that w to say. He was. missing an entire way of communicating that people his mind now knew as ‘neurotypicals’ spoke in without realizing it.

The secret language. Body language, facial expressions, tone, he knew that all existed yes..but he’d never seen it. At least not in the subtleties the book described. And all these double meanings of phrases? So the dark-skinned girl who had asked him what he was reading during math class didn’t want to just read the back and learn Sherlock Holmes’ latest mystery? She’ wanted to get to know him?

Why didn’t she just say so!

It was so much more complicated now. The vague, yet simple term of ‘weird’ was replaced by the vast, yet specific, confusing, and multifaceted word that was autistic. A word he’d never have expected to apply to him. Mental health went really a subject he’d looked into, feelings were too wound into it.. and feelings had always been his greatest vice.

So now, with that book in his hand, he thought.

There was a whole other world he couldn’t see..that’s what he had been missing all this time? was the specific shifts in tone in posture people made-what he’d always thought to be absently-something his parents expected him to understand and that was why he always seemed to have to be elbowed when running his mouth?

It was like….like telepathy. Yes, to Logan, the cues he now found himself putting extra effort into finding; his sister’s slightly hunched shoulders at the dinner table, his dad’s slightly turned up nose when he mentioned his history teacher, were a sort of telepathy that the ‘normal’ population all shared. But it wasn’t as if it was that simple. Of course, it was tauntingly, agonizingly complicated. You see, these people were all telepaths, sharing cues in an invisible tongue-and yet, none of them knew they were telepathic. And yet still, they all expected everyone else to be.

So that was why he was strange. Logan had looked up how much of communication was non-verbal - he felt his eyes go wide when he saw the percentage dedicated to ‘body language’.

Fifty-eight percent.

What else could he have missed?

Logan was both happy and uncomfortable with the diagnosis. He now knew terms, words, blessed reasons for his little ticks, why he felt like something was terribly wrong for at least an hour just because he’d had to take an alternate route to school (routine disruption), why was such a picky eater (finickiness caused by sensitivity to textures and certain flavors/smells), why people always responded with confusion whenever they saw him pepper the science teacher with question after question, challenge after challenge like he was trying to understand how the universe wove itself in the span of five minutes, and looked surprised when Roman asked him if he knew why Patton was being quiet. Logan had responded with a simple no, informing the other that Patton hadn’t told him-and when the slightly taller boy had suggested that he ask, Logan realized the thought had never occurred to him.

Most importantly, it explained what Roman had dubbed ‘The Fitness Fiasco’. To sum it up, Logan had thought of a new game for their groups to play in gym class—something besides basketball for once in their lives, and yet as he tried to explain, the girl who seemed to have taken charge of the group he was trying to explain the idea to kept talking over him, ignoring him, challenging what he said—and the noise. The noise, how all the chattering and the sound of balls bouncing on the floor, the rage he felt at being slighted in this way, how it had attacked him. How he’d suddenly found himself tensing, wanting to run or to yell, unsure which, how the sound turned solid and pressed in-his muscles going taut, his hands twitching with every word from the students mouths, how his arm violently jerked away as Patton tried to comfort him- And then the scream. He’d screamed at the top of his lungs for quiet, falling to the ground and sobbing in the fetal position—eyes screwed shut behind his glasses and hands clamped tight to his ears, unsure of what was even falling from his mouth aside from the fact that he was begging, begging for silence. It had only quieted a bit as people turned to stare, and then he’d felt hands on his shoulders, ones he jerked away from—but no one knew what to do. Virgil’s low whispers for him to breathe, to use the 4-7-8 method that the emo always used to calm his own panic attacks, was only met with more incoherent begging for silence. It had been Patton who rescued him, who brought the teacher over and ended up guiding the sobbing Logan to an empty classroom. There he had been met with silence. There he felt his terrified bawling turn to weeping with relief. In the silence, he’d recovered, his muscles lost the tension, and he allowed the freckled boy to wrap him in a hug.

He’d only been able to call it a panic attack before. But now he knew the term. Sensory overload, brought on my the noise and the stress.

It had been a relief just to know that. To know that in moments when he stood among too many people, feeling his muscles clench as their shoulders brushed his, that his hands should not go out to push them away, but to his ears, to block out the trigger.

It became a cue, when debates with Roman got heated—they were friends after all, if rivals as well, and it was understood that if Logan’s jaw suddenly clenched and his hands went up to cover his ears, they had to pause for at least a minute.

But of course, knowing where the holes in his social skills were led to Logan compensating, and it didn’t..always feel natural. He found himself staring at people, trying to read their faces, for a little too long on many an occasion, or overreacting to something because he’d overanalyzed the tone. He found himself having to bite his tongue on many an occasion to keep himself from simply explaining why he did what he did to his parents, who would only take it as making excuses.

It was a balance of the good, the bad, and the ugly. He understood now that his all-or-nothing attitude was why he found himself simply not doing projects if he couldn’t grasp the material—and this led to him having to more often than not, swallow his pride and ask for help when he was getting frustrated. Yet the same black-and-white philosophy got him gasps of shock from Roman when he explained that, in the story Roman had been iterating to him, the whole second half of the plot could have been avoided if Leealli had simply decapitated Sorcerer Kai while they were trapped in her dungeon. Roman had protested, saying it would make her just as terrible as they, but Logan had frowned, explaining that yes, the act was cruel, but if a single act of evil by her direct hand was all it took to stop countless others by her indirect hand, wasn’t it worth it?

But he had also been the one to convince Patton not to remain friends with Oliver, when one day, sitting on the cotton candy clouds that patterned Patton’s quilt, the smaller boy had confided in him that Oliver had vented about his habits of self-harm to the kind soul for three hours the night previous, yet refused any help Patton gave, shot down any attempt at saying he was worth more than he thought.

It was Logan who had took Patton’s hand and told him that people like that could only be helped by themselves and a therapist, that he should not take it upon himself to bear others’ problems in that way. Who had given him a hesitant hug and told him that his mental health was just as important as theirs.

His friends were his lifeline. Maybe they tripped him up—well, they definitely did, yet as much as he found himself apologizing to Virgil for seeming angry when he was simply tired and being a bit blunter and more insensitive with his words than usual (not that he usually was tactful or sensitive when it came to criticism, even constructive criticism) he found himself sighing in relief as the anxious boy shared with him his own experiences in worrying about the negative undertones in the words of others too much to be considered healthy. They would sit and talk about it, the same experience for two different reasons, one of them due to the irrational fear of people disliking him or being angry, and the other due to worrying he was doing something incorrectly that he was not aware of, failing to pick up on a crucial piece of information.

As much as Logan found himself and Roman butting heads, even shouting at each other during friendly debates gone sour, name-calling and snapping fault after fault, he reflected fondly on the time he had been ecstatic to discover that Roman’s own ADHD-riddled brain hyperfixated on Disney just as his own did on Sherlock, and they would both go on for hours about their obsessions while sadly recalling how old interests had faded.

As much as he often found himself hurting Patton unintentionally, and even worse, learning that Patton had been hiding that fact from him for weeks as to spare his feelings, as difficult as it was to convince (well, more plead with) Patton to tell him these things, as he wouldn’t be offended much and he had no other way of knowing what he was doing wrong, he found himself sitting by his side, all attention completely fixated on what to him were mindblowing truths about people and yet seemed common, boring knowledge to Patton, as the freckled boy explained cues and rules, that invisible language Logan did not speak.

Those friends stuck by him, even though others did not. With all the walls Logan had built up around his emotions, to protect himself and others, few could breach the fortifications—except for those who had already been on the inside as he built them. And he was fine with that.

Going to a therapist was...awkward at first, but it helped. Mr. Picani understood his aversion to talking of his feelings, and instead cleverly tricked him every time, asking questions about events until Logan was off on an angry rant. With that expelled, they’d talk through possible solutions.

He kept the book. And most of the other books he was given on the topic, eager to learn and understand more things about himself, knowing the reasons behind behaviors, quirks in things had always been one of his favorite things, and now he found it was possible in people.

As Logan worked through his discovery during the last semester of eighth grade and through that summer, with his Virgil, Patton, Roman, his parents, Mr. Picani, and occasionally even his rainbow-haired little sister, he found his mind shifting. He was truly calm now more often than not, able to express his rationale...well, rationally, rather than through insults. His debates grew calmer, and while he certainly had his slip-ups..he was improving. Slowly. Steadily.

His viewpoint of the world was unusual, like an outsider, and while that could be isolating, if he explained it well, people were often interested to hear it. It was different, his own; the metaphor Logan found himself using was that everyone else was a Macintosh computer, and he and his fellow spectrumites were PCs, capable of all the same things, though in ways the world was not wired to accommodate. Also, clearly superior in many a way.

His core programming was different, even if his exterior seemed the same, and Logan was okay with that. He’d never know the invisible language, not as a native would, but he could learn it—the same way he learned slang, through help, a lot of online research, his friends, and some study notes here and there.

It was complicated, they way he figured things out, the systems he’d devised. But complicated problems would never be solved with simple solutions.

And he still had plenty of time left to learn.

(Thanks to @poisonedapples for betaing this and basically screaming RELATABLE every two second, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear!)

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Tags: @royallyanxious @whatwashernameagain @sandersmarvel @the-incedible-sulk @supremestoverlord @hanramz-the-fander @childhood-wishes-and-dreams @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @madly-handsome @galaxy-warping @extremist-water-agenda @ierindoodles @princeanxious

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