#still a sweetheart no matter what incarnation she is

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

.. ❝ When You Were Alone,

I Was There Too ❞ ..

HOW THE VAGASTROM BOYS WOULD ACT IF THEY WERE YANDERES. ft. alan mido, leo kurosagi, & sho haizono

wc : 1.2k

warnings : sfw, gender neutral reader

request : Helloo! I saw that your requests are open and when i saw that you wrote for Frostheim i could not resist (not when there's barely any content for tdb that i could get my grubby hands on, let alone yandere). Anyway! I was thinking how would yan! Vagastrom act around with the reader? Take your time and hopefully this isn't uncomfortable :3 

ALAN is the most reasonable, violence-wise. sure, he has an ogre-like quality, but whoever said he wanted to hurt you? and, of course, whoever said he couldn’t hurt the people around you?

he might be one of the few yanderes who understand that you like your friends, and that makes you happy. if you’re happy, he’s happy—simple as that. however, if he starts doubting those “friendly” touches on your arm or the overly obnoxious laughter, he can just as easily take that privilege away.

even with all his ideas, the way he cares for you is oddly innocent. it’s sort of like those kids who take revenge in dodgeball or tag after their crush gets out—except it extends outside of the game…

mostly, it’s just roughing people up so they don’t talk bad about you. in reality, those girls in your class were just pointing out the sauce on your shirt that vaguely looked like something funny.

still, there’s no stopping him, so don’t waste your breath trying to explain your side of the story. he knows what he heard and saw. you don’t need to step in with excuses; you’re too kind for that.

he always has your “happiness” in mind, no matter what he does. this is all for your sake.

he’d definitely have a photo of you in his wallet or, when he goes on missions. maybe even a tiny locket with your picture inside. he’d get teased relentlessly for it, but he’d never stop wearing it.

maybe i’m stretching, but i see him as the type to have a secret shrine to you hidden in his room. it wouldn’t be anything big or extravagant, just something mellow—a lock of your hair here, a framed candid photo there, and a few candles sprinkled in. it gives him motivation, knowing that you’ll be there (in his heart) when he gets hurt because you’ll be there to (poorly) patch him up.

he’d be holding back drool if you bandaged his hands after a mission. you’d just assume his hands were twitching from exhaustion—or some medical term you’re not familiar with—when in reality, he’s trying not to pounce on you and show everyone who you belong to. we have to respect his self-control.

LEO the freak he is. we all saw what this man did with the takeru case—god knows what he’s capable of if he puts his mind to it.

he’s more of a traditional yandere than the other two: stalking, jealousy, manipulation—the works. and he wouldn’t even make it seem like a big deal. somehow, he’d make you so paranoid that you’d turn on everyone else except him, all while acting like it’s just another average afternoon.

he’d have the mindset of a love-sick high school girl crushing on a guy in the hallway who just broke up with her friend—so technically, she can’t like him.

he’d be burning holes into the back of your head, keeping a journal full of manifestations where you run to him and confess your love.

he curses every single person who talks to you or befriends you. he’s the only one worthy of you. why can’t you see that? (probably because he acts like you’re the devil incarnate.)

he’d blackmail some scary-faced sweetheart into chasing you home every day, not in a b-list horror game way, with losing stamina and blood-curdling screams, but in a psychological way. you’d feel someone watching your every move, sensing the breath down your neck as you walked home.

your stalker probably just thinks you’re available—or so leo tells you. “if this little stalker of yours knew you had a boyfriend, they’d back off. especially some scary man from vagastorm.”

alan? aww, that’s so precious leo could just die and take you with him! post it for the world to see!

clearly, he’s talking about the person who has dirt on every single per—no he’s not talking about tohma.

and you can’t forget they need to be attractive. good looking yet mysterious, aloof… are you schizophrenic? what janitor are you talking about?

him. the person is him.

if you have such low expectations for others, maybe you should leave yourself in his care. after all, he’s there for you: to protect you, to listen, to scare off anyone—all for you.

if only you realized he’s the one you should truly be afraid of. a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

soon, you start closing yourself off from your friends, all thanks to leo. but it’s really your fault, isn’t it? he keeps telling you not to trust them. “there’s no one stalking you,” they’d say. “you’re weird for making that up—for what? attention?” they’d accuse. so why bother trusting them when they wouldn’t believe you in the first place?

next thing you know, your friends are avoiding you. and all you have left is leo.

if only you realized they weren’t avoiding you—they were avoiding him. or maybe it was those marks on the back of your neck that you hadn’t noticed yet.

SHO would be the most reasonable of the three. it’s not like he wants to kidnap you and make you taste-test all his dishes while using his thumb to wipe stray sauce off your lips. oh, yeah, no. definitely not… he just doesn’t want to break the bond you already share. besides, it’d be a pain to explain why the honor roll student is locked in his room surrounded by twenty stacks of sandwiches.

there are other ways to get his point across. for example, he might “accidentally” brush against someone looking at you too much—with his motorcycle. who cares if bonnie has to be revoked for a month or two? the point will be made, and it’ll spread across campus.

sho respects both you and the art of cooking too much to consider drugging you. at least at first. but after a few months (weeks at most), he’s finally cracking, giving you the worst case of food poisoning in darkwick’s history (which, in reality, is just a slight tummy ache and a fever).

he’ll take care of you, curse the cafeteria attendant, and insist it wasn’t his cooking. don’t be rude—it’s obviously the school lunches! you know how stingy schools can be.

he’d use your illness as a chance to get closer to you: making soup, hand-feeding you, placing a cold towel on your neck, and rubbing your back as you throw up a third of your body weight. he might even clean your room (and pocket a few things, but who’s counting?).

can’t you see it? he has it all—he’s caring, can take care of you, and even cleans! come and get it while it’s hot, or before he’s off the market!

not strictly yandere, but i can see sho scaring you on a motorcycle ride. he wouldn’t actually scare you, but rev the engine, and go slightly over the speed limit, just enough to have you clinging to him for dear life. he’d memorize your scent and, the second he gets back, he’s inhaling the spot your body touched on his jacket.

[fantasy-relax]

Jealous kitty.

Bonus!(Brainrot)

Donna Beneviento x Reader (MC)

"I will be working with Cassandra on her.."

She doesn't listen after that static fill her head, you are leaving her. This Is her chance her route why Cassandra is always ruining it.

"You're going to leave me for Cassandra?" She can't help te venom in her voice, you are leaving her for her flirty, dramatic, excentric (adopted) niece. If it was Bela or Daniela she could at least understand the blonde was a softy behind her cold exterior and the red head was sunshine incarnate. But Cassandra?

"I don't going to leave you I'm just gonna be in Cassandra's play" You remark not made her fell better at all" For three months and one week approximately. The Romeo original is going to be better by that time. I still want to work with you, I just need to change the schedule for that.

She can't do nothing to stop the hurt that she feels, she was here first, she asked you to work with her first! how can you go to someone else so easily?.

"if is not okay with you, I-"

"Ok" her jaw is tight trying to bite the word before saying it" Okay, you need a more flexible schedule I can do that, It will be just for few months and you will come back to me " She can adjust both of your schedules to ensure she is in the theater when you were rehearsing because she refuses to let you alone with Cassandra, she knows how her niece can be.

She looks at you and her anger subsidy when in your face in your eyes all she can see is softness and care.

"I will always come back to you"

God, how much she wishes for that to be true.

She knows that next few months will be difficult for you, she knows that you need all the rest you can get but she is angry for your choices. It doesn't help that the play is Romeo ad Juliet, every single touch, hug and flirt put her in the edge of throwing her tool box at Cassandra's head.

"When I said left I meant my left, move it again" she was being petty but every single time her eyes closed the image of you with Cassandra tormented her so she decided to torment you "Good job, now these two" She ignored your pleading face.

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Everything was perfect, you were hers. At least for this timeline.

She knows that she is being clingy but she can't help herself, kissing you, touching you just being close to you make her the happiest woman in the world. And you let her! You don't get mad or annoyed with her, you don't mind her behavior at all you indulge her!.

You brought light to her world she can't lose you if you were gone she doesn't know what she would do. She prays for Forgetfulness in the next loop she doesn't wish to remember this happiness she doesn't wish to know what being yours mean, it will be too much pain for her to bear it.

She was the first to notice how some of her clients will sneak looks at you, how they would blush when you handed their order, how they would giggle like idiots outside the shop pointing at you oblivious self.

Troie.

When you finally noticed, you try to let them down gently some understood, others will come back bought something and flirt with you like she wasn't there.

Puttana. Vaffanculo, tutti.

"Sweetheart this can't go on" of course this can't go on, these bitches need to back the fuck out. "We need to maintain a professional image in the shop, that mean no kisses in front, no stealing me away to the nursery when I'm working and no picking fights with the clients, okay?" WHAT.

You are joking right? This is a bad joke right?. No. You are serious.

She pout and put her best puppy eyes. She can see how close you are to bending to her wishes but in the end you stand firm.

"Dear, sooner or later the glamour will fade way but the reputation of your shop will be damaged. We need to be professionals about this." Why did you had to be like this?

"Ok" CAZZO.

Your lunch break became make up break. But it seems not matter how many hickies she leaves in you, they still keep trying to take you away from her.

Of course she sees when that Figlia di puttana give you some paper, you take a look just to roll your eyes and quickly throw it in the trash, she was curious to know what exactly was so she picked up.

A number.

This. Is. Enough. She walked back to the nursery, less she throw a pot at the next woman that flirt with you, avoiding you every time she go out. When you grabbed her hand she easily go away just saying:

"We must keep a professional image in the shop, remember?" the look in your face made her smile.

You wanted her to play nice, she will play nice. You were about to know what Malicious compliance mean.

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Avoiding you for almost week, was hard for her but it's all part of her plan. She can feel your eyes on her every time she is with you in the front.

Did she bend a little more that necessary? Yes.

Did she put more sway on her hips when walking? Yes.

Did she can feel the hunger and desire in your stare? Yes.

Did she enjoyed it? Absolutely.

Now the final details for her plan.

"Hi aunty! Did you are still messing with my roomie?

"I'm not messing with them, I'm doing exactly what they asked me, now can I ask you for a favor?"

"You betcha! What do you need?

" A friend of yours and your thieving skills"

The day has come, Five minutes before five o'clock she put the kettle her phone buzzed.

"We are outside!"

Perfect. She goes to the front, ignoring the sad look in your face. "Why dont you take a break I made some chamomile tea"

You nod, and she knows that you would come back quickly, not willing to leave her alone for more that a few minutes knowing how hard is for her to deal with people.

She almost feel bad about what is going to happen.

Almost.

Angie friend comes to her.

"My friend said that you would reject me I said that at least I should try so what do you say pretty girl, go out with me?" your stare was burning with jealousy and she don't even try to hide how pleased she was with that

"Well I have been a little neglected" she was being mean and she was enjoying it. "but is a no, sorry"

" Oh well I try it" the sigh that she let go was more of relief than disappointment the poor girl was perfectly aware of the murder in your eyes.

"Professional image, dolcezza" it's all she said before going back to the nursery. Riling you up was so fun.

You were fuming all the time you were working. Not even your so called fans were willing to talk to you for more than two minutes. At the end of the day you looked at her with fire in your eyes that made her so restless but she will no be the one to admit defeat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home?"

"It will be my pleasure, Tesoro" the smirk in her face just made you more angry.

The walk was silent one.

At the steps of her family home you looked at her, putting her best innocent face she looked back at you.

*Just a little more*

She took a step to you and patted your shoulder with a hand full of dirt, because she needs your shirt dirty for the next part of her plan and because she deserves to be a little shit. You blinked at her audacity.

"See you tomorrow, dolcezza" smiling she opened the door. One, two, three.

She was being hosted over your shoulder it seems that the adrenaline and anger was giving you strength, closing the door with your leg you make your way to her room, opening the door aggressively and throwing her in the bed.

"Why are you being so rough" She was pouting but she knows you can see the mischievous shine in her eyes.

Without answering her question you kiss her with all the hunger you had been keeping inside. Freeing her hair out of her bun, you tore her shirt open, kissing her free skin soft sighs escaped of her mouth transforming in a whine when you bite her clothed breast while taking off her pants, she raise her hips her patience had been running low since you put that stupid rule.

You move away with fascination and adoration in your face how easy is for you to made a mess of her, she is panting trying to catch the breath that you stole, tears in her eyes for the pain of your bite and she knows her underwear is ruined already.

She is so needy and she is not afraid of admit it.

"Beautiful"

Your praise never fail to make her blush, she is so embarrassed and so flattered.

She knows that you are still mad when you grab her legs rougly moving her to the border of the bed, quickly you kneel devouring like a starving beast.

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She loves this.

You in her arms sleeping so calm so comfortable. Your naked body pressing close to her your back and shoulders were full of scratches that she touches softly.

Maybe she was a little rough too. But considering that her legs feel numb and she is sure she is full of bite marks is fair to say this is a tie.

You are hers and she is yours.

She glances at the clock in her dresser. Well, she is the owner she can open a little more late is not like is the first time she has done it.

She just wants to enjoy this a little longer.

Later an alarm goes off, waking both of you.

Moving slowly you hiss "My love did you have to scratch the hell out of me?"

"Depends, did you have to fuck me into the mattress?" Not that she is complaining as is what she wanted, she needed your unshackled desire. And how much she enjoys feeling you so deep in her.

You blush but the proud smile in your face give away your satisfaction. "You could have cut your nails if this is what you were planning"

Oh this is not over yet. "I have been busy".

She tries to hide her smile when you asked her for clothes.

"Donna, sweetheart, darling, dear, you don't expect me to walk around like this" you gesture at your body full of marks that the tank top can't hide.

She shamelessly ogle you God, if she doesn't knew that you need to present your exam she would be all over you, under you, beside you.

When she became a pervert? Oh you were waiting her answer.

"I'm sorry cara mia Is all I have" she said with the most sincere tone she can muster. She hid all the other clothes obviously. She don't want her efforts to waste.

You sigh.

"You are going to be late, dolcezza" this time she can't hide her smirk.

Cursing you give her a quick kiss and run to the school.

She walks calmly to her flowershop. Her legs aren't numb anymore but she is still tired. Even so she feels like she Is walking in clouds.

The smug smile she gives to your fans when they see the marks that you left in her neck can't be stopped by her shyness.

Oh how much she enjoy the envy in their eyes.

She is yours, you are hers.

Her phone is buzzing taking it out she reads the message that her beloved niece have sent her.

"🤢"

"Sorry Bambina, I guessing you saw them? "

"🤮"

"Did you did what i asked you?"

"Yes, Daniela is outside and today is not her laundry day. Now excuse me I need to bleach my brain."

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When you came back every single client had a particular reaction to you appearance. You have been laughed, scoffed and nodded.

" Ah, problems with a misbehaving kitty?" Well she would have behaved if her partner stopped being so charming. "here this cream work wonders for that injuries"

She is laughing freely in the nursery she was having a blast with all this.

"Thank you, sir" she bets you're so red right now.

"Is nothing dear, I remember when I was younger my beloved Jerry was a jealous and clingy kitty, always wanting to be with me, practically throwing himself at me, fighting with whoever took my attention away" oh? "it was a problem when I had to work, he don't liked being alone that much so I made sure to let him know every night that how much I loved him and that I would never leave his side." OH

That is not a bad idea. God, she is really a pervert.

"Hey what is taking you so much! We're going to be late!" it seems that the kitty never stopped being clingy" Hurry up!

The man in front with you just laughed.

"See, so clingy" She walked silently to you side" Make sure to show your kitten love continously less they want to scratch you up" Good advice but she makes no promises, the man looked at her " Ah, young love " she blushes but smile" I'm coming Jerry!"

" Wisdom of your elders never should be wasted" you flinched, she giggles at your reaction " you should treat your Kitten right.

"I'm gonna start by putting a damn bell on you" you said before grabbing her by her waist.

"What about the Professional image, dolcezza?" She had gotten her way again.

"To hell with it" you kissed her" I need to take good care of my sweet, clingy and jealous kitty.

She was putting a show but the look of the few fans that refuse to take the hint was worth it.

She noticed the crow outside and she kissed you more aggressively.

She would enjoy her time with you. Because now you were hers but the next time it wasn't safe to say you would come back to her.

It will be too much if she sent a video to Miranda?

[rosiewitchescottage]

Sweetheart.

If there are people calling being trans a sin, regardless of religion. Then that sucks.

Because as far as I can see, it's how a person uses who he/she is that truly matters. (And Who we are isn't the same as What we are).

God only has a physical body in The Incarnation as.Jesus. 100% Divine and 100% Human. Confusing? Very much so. But it makes sense to God. So I don't concern myself with the details.

God as Creator and God as Holy Spirit are Divine Being No bodily representation other than Jesus.

In Sikhism God is often referred to as Father and Lord. But if I understand correctly, that's just to keep it simple. God as Being doesn't have a biological sex, as we do.

I see no reason not to do the same. I'll say Lord and Father. But as Creator and Spirit, God is as much my Mother and Lady.

Which comes to the crux of the matter. Biological Sex v Gender Ideology/Theory. Which do we believe in?

If you believe in Gender Theory, then that's your business. But I've heard too much to not see it as a majorly flawed idea.

Biology is Real.

Dr John Money's gender experiment couldn't have gone much more wrong. Not that he ever admitted as much.

Judith Butler writes incomprehensible waffle.

Simone De Beauvoir denied the biologically female reality of womanhood. She even said that to live equally to men, then we have to reject our femaleness, because motherhood gets in the way.

And the woman is described as a Feminist, apparently.

Our physical bodies are 'What' we are.

As humans we come as male or female. And that doesn't just mean genitals and secondary sex characteristics. It encompasses our whole system. My entire body is female, every cell is female.

And that would take some changing, don't you think?

In English. The word 'woman' has been used for longer than I know, as the name for the female human adult, the word 'man' to describe the male adult.

A trans woman is male. For her to live as a woman, or for a female to live as a man. Surely it's reasonable to expect her/him to know exactly what a woman/man is before doing so?

Woman = Female. So a trans woman needs to look and sound female. She doesn't have to be feminine. But, if she looks and sounds male, then she'll be seen as a man.

A trans man needs to look and sound male, not necessarily masculine. Man = Male

Look and sound too female, and he'll be seen as a woman.

That's how we work as human beings. We're instinctively good at spotting members of our own and the opposite sex, and again, it's more than genitalia and secondary sex characteristics.

A woman is What I Am, simply as a female adult human. Who I am is myself, an individual human being.

How I express my womanhood is up to me. I am Woman, because I'm female. I don't need to qualify it, in any way.

I can be feminine, masculine or androgynous. And I will still be Woman, because my whole body makes me so. I am a human with Potential to Carry and Birth New Human Life.

That Potential exists, whether I choose to be a mother or not, and even if I have a disorder that prevents the Potential from being realised.

I no longer have my womb. But I am still 100% a woman, because my whole body system is female.

You may or may not believe me. You may or may not call me a transphobe. But the facts, as I know them, are here. Take them, or leave them.

I Wish You Well. ❤❤❤

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As for The Shack. (I haven't read the book, just seen the film.)

God as Creator doesn't have a body.

God The Holy Spirit doesn't have a body.

God The Son is both 100% God and 100% Human Man, born of a human mother.

Jesus tells Mack that knowing him is to know The Creator and The Spirit.

My theory is that given the accident he had, going to The Shack. Mack's experience of meeting God happens In The Spiritual Realm. And it was very likely meant to.

Think about the beginning of the story. Young Mack has taken another beating from his Dad.

A Neighbour (played by Olivia Spencer, before we meet her as Papa) gives him apple pie and tells him that what his Dad is doing isn't an expression of Love.

Papa tells him that right now, he doesn't need a Father, but a Mother. I'd certainly call both of Olivia Spencer's characters here the epitome of Motherly Womanhood.

So that's who he sees as God The Creator, The Divine, Loving, Guiding Parent.

When he needs a father figure later in the story. He gets Papa in the form of an elderly, but still very sharp and active, Native American Tracker.

The Holy Spirit is an even more mysterious figure. Sumire Matsubaru gives a gentle, almost dove like quality to Holy Spirit under the name Sarayu (Wind - The Breath of God.)

Out of all The Trinity only Jesus has only ever had a physical body.

So Mack sees him as the traditional, charismatic, Middle Eastern craftsman. Because that's the physical description of Jesus. God Incarnate's Bodily Reality.

Mack comments that he feels most comfortable with Jesus, and Jesus isn't a bit surprised. He says that this is because he's Fully Human as Well as Fully Divine. He's God, but he's One Of Us too.

He's the Person of The Trinity that we can get to know, so as to better know Creator and Spirit.

As Mack connects with him, it's friendship, or like Jesus is the older brother or cousin, taking a younger relation under his wing.

sorta a vent ig

y'know how the shack is apparently based on a real story? i thought of these

christians (not all of them ofc): "being trans is a sin because you can't change blah blah blah"

god: *literally doesn't fucking care what gender they present themself as*

NO LITERALLY

God presentsthemself as female in the movie the shack at first

and it's apparently based on a real story

tf are conserative christians on

[hannah-the-red-head]

I Can’t believe I’m doing this.... Pt. 2

Here’s part two... and behold....

Full Name: Hananoa Esshlee (Pronouced S(The letter)-She-Lee) (Alternian Incarnation of Hannah Elides)

Timeline: Alternate Alpha Timelines (A Timeline where the Beforus Trolls (Kankri and others) took the place of the Alternian Twelve (Karkat and company)

Age: 7.8 sweeps old

Blood Caste: Limeblood

Symbol: Sign of Camini

Strife Specibus: Bladekind (Odachi and Glaive), Wirekind (Garrote Wire)

Mutation: Yes | If Yes, what: Wings

Relationships: Meenah Peixes (Moirail), Meulin Leijion (Moirail), Cronus Ampora (Matesprit), Kurloz Makara (Moirail), Horuss Zahhak (Onesided Red Feelings= Hana had developed flushed feeling for Horuss in the past/Moirail), Damara Megido (Kismesis (Onesided= Damara hates Hananoa for some unknown reason), Porrim Maryam (Motherly Moirallegiance), Kankri Vantas (Brotherly Moirallegiance), Roxy LaLonde (Moirail), Jane Crocker (Moirail)

God-Tier: Slyph of Heart (Passive) (Hananoa can heal and mend the relationships of others around her, at the expense of her own relationships (Cronus however refuses to give up on their Matespritship as he admitted that she was the one to give him his hope back. And her Moirail also refuse to end their Moirallegiances with her, strangely the only one effected was Damara, who ended their Kismesiship after Hana healed her broken heart after Rufioh broke up with her.) she can also heal a target’s broken or severed soul based abilities. For instance, repairing Horuss’ Page God tier powers after he lost them in a fight against Damara.) (In short, Hananoa can fix and heal a person’s bonds with others or themselves, restoring a more healthier version of themselves, and fixing their broken god tier abilities.)

One of the very few Limebloods left in existence in her timeline, Hananoa Esshlee or “Hana” by her Matesprit, Cronus and by her friends, is the thirteenth member of the Beforus trolls that aid Dirk and the other three humans during an alternate Alpha timeline. Aranea explains that much like Rufioh, Hananoa was born with her wings, that and the fact she was a limeblood by birth led to her becoming outcasted by society and left alone in the wilderness until Horuss found her and took her in. 

In the sweeps that followed, Hana developed flushed feeling for Horuss while she helped him build robots, but her feelings weren’t reciprocated when Horuss became Matesprits with Rufioh, and instead she became his Moirail despite wanting to be more with him. (This changes in the current Beta Timeline, where Equius, Horuss’ beta counterpart did accept Hannah’s flushed feelings, Hananoa’s reincarnation.)

Hananoa continued to be a wonderful Moirail for Horuss until he introduced her to the other Trolls... and to Cronus. Both Hananoa and Cronus instantly clicked with on another and decided to become Matesprits after two sweeps of trial based dating, the girl immediately developing red feeling for the Ampora when he called her wings, a part of her she was ashamed of, beautiful.

The day that Hananoa went god tier was a moment that sealed her fate as someone who went against the universe and on her own path.

And what sealed it was that Hana was intended to have a Doom Aspect, much like Mituna, but either from some slip in the universe or the fact that Hananoa worked tirelessly to help others, Hananoa was given the Heart Aspect. Strangely, Aranea theorized that Hananoa’s very outgoing and social life is unlike her later reincarnation Hannah, her happy go lucky and emotionally out there attitude towards life has led to the young troll gaining a loving Matesprit, many healthy Moirailships and, unfortunately one Kismesis’ (which Damara dissolves after Hana used her newfound Slyph of Heart powers to mend her broken heart back to it’s original more confident state, allowing Damara to take a more deep look at her past actions and reinvent herself).

Sadly, her journey came to a tragic end when she was stabbed through the heart by a Grimdark possessed Dirk (who went on to become Ultimate Dirk in that timeline) after she turned him down on the offer of becoming his Matesprit. 

Hananoa then ceased to exist in that failed timeline, unable to join Cronus and the other trolls in Meenah’s created safe haven in the dream bubbles. Her soul and very essence going onto another timeline where she was reborn as current Beta Timeline Hannah Elides (In story current).

Loves: Scarves, flying, Cronus (seriously those two are crazy about each other), human monster movies, Mac and cheese, Feelings Jams, being there for her friends, helping others, healing others, Spending time with Meulin and Kurloz, listening to Cronus’ music, trying out new clothes and ice cream

Hates: Liars, bullies, Kankri’s lectures, the dark, seeing her friends sad, seeing her friends hurt, Doritos (after eating a bad batch), and brain freezes

Things to Know:

1. Hana and Cronus’ Matespritship is actually like the Matespritship between Latula and Mituna, the pair bringing out the best in each other and providing comfort to one another if they needed it. Their favorite pastimes are cuddling and taking midnight walks together.

2. Hananoa had a nervous tick, whenever she became nervous or visibly shaken, her wings would twitch and flutter violently while her hair stood on end (the Studio Ghibli hair thing). Cronus claims that it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen and is an easy way for him to know when to be by her side.

3. When Dirk, Jane, Jake and Roxy introduced human culture to the trolls, Hana and Cronus both enjoyed watching the Smokey and the Bandit trilogy, Star Wars and the Princess Bride the most. Alone Hananoa enjoyed the Universal Monster movies, and Stephen King’s The Mist.

4. Hananoa’s Lusus was revealed to be a Furred Elephant named Al Pachinko whom she loved to explore newfound areas while living in the wild together. Pachinko was always shown to actually love Hana as his own deeply enough to where he was willing to stomp on other trolls that got too close to his charge. Al Pachinko was the one who gifted her treasured green ribbon that she wears constantly in her hair.

Whew, I am so glad that I got this off my chest, and I feel really proud of it. I hope you do too, I will possibly do so fanart for these two in the distant future so stayed tuned to my art blog @hannah-draws-for-fun!!

Love you guys!

@hannah-the-red-head​

P.s. I also hope you guys understand that I tried to make this as less crazy as it sounds....

[whaleofatjme1920]

How would Sal, Larry, and Ash react to a S/O loving their hair and asking to touch/twirl it, but she herself having shockingly long hair; like whenever someone sees them they can’t help but gasp or say ‘oh my god’. I wonder what their reaction would be to a cuddly partner who likes to have their hands in their hair despite having an abundance of their own.

Sal, Larry and Ash with an SO that has Long Hair

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: like, none?]

[AN: long hair gang here. It gets stuck in e v e r y t h i n g. Rip my shower. ANYWAYS- gotta say I'm loving that Ash is coming in for requests. I adore her.]

Sal Fisher

He really likes that you like playing with his hair!! You tend to put it in beautiful braids, other styles, just playing with it and he loves that gentle affection from you.

However, he wonders why you never do this with your own?? Like, he sees you with your Rapunzel looking self, and just??? What??? Again, he's not going to tell you to stop but like-

He wants to play with your hair. It goes both ways. He takes up braiding, and other styles just to make you smile.

He assumes you just like the simple touch. He can't blame you, he doesn't play with his own hair that often but yours?? Can't take his hands off it.

Genuinely, the two of you are constantly touching each other's hair and I love that so much. Matching braids like, french braids, fish tails, it's so great imo.

Larry Johnson

Larry has long hair. Thinks it looks cool when he head bangs. He also takes immaculate care of it, but doesn't actually play with it all that often!! So, when you ask to, you know that he deeply trusts you.

However, you have really long hair too, and that makes him wonder why you never pay attention to your own? At the same time, he loves you touching him so like, it works out.

Likes to sit on the floor in front of you/between your legs on the couch so you can thread your fingers through it.

He'll literally never say no to you wanting to play with his hair because he trusts you that much.

Sometimes he plays with yours! He's just worried he's going to mess it up or hurt you on accident. He never does, but he's a sweetheart who cares about your wellbeing.

Ash Campbell

She remembers having long hair when she was younger! But as she grew older, chopped a lot of it off. Just suited her style better and she found it way easier to manage. This makes her extremely confused when you ask to play with her hair.

She actually adores the attention you're giving to her! It makes her feel so beautiful and loved by you. You matter so much to her, but like what you're literally Rapunzel incarnate why do you need her hair-

Still, she plays with your hair too. Finds it comforting and honestly, it makes her weirdly nostalgic and happy.

She used to do intricate braids and whatnot for herself, but now she does them on you! It's a form of love.

Play with her hair when she's tired but can't sleep for whatever reason. It puts her in the right headspace to tune out for the night.

[darthwheezely]

traitor - j.p.

summary: based on the song traitor by olivia rodrigo - the second entry to my sour collection!

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: cussing, angst, falling out of love, no happy endings, POS!James, yeah </3

a/n: if you’re a James stan like me: I am so sorry, but I regretfully have made him the LARGEST asshole I could

brown guilty eyes and

little white lies

yeah, i played dumb but i always knew

that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse

i kept quiet so i could keep you…

He had called it a ‘mutual decision,’ but that kind of sounds like bullshit when multiple people saw James Potter tell you ‘he just wasn’t right for you anymore.’

He wasn’t right for you: but he sure as hell was right for Lily Evans.

It didn’t take you by surprise and that’s what sucks.

And ain't it funny

How you ran to her

The second that we called it quits?

It didn’t take long for the public to hear how Y/N had somehow broken the heart of the resident heartbreaker (go figure). How you had seemingly started things he couldn’t forgive you for, how you ruined him, and - your personal favorite - said by supposedly James himself:

“I had no idea anything was wrong.”

But in the end of the story, he always ran to Lily. You couldn’t blame her - how could you, that would make zero sense, she did nothing wrong. The only ill will you bore was to the boy you had wrongfully fallen for over and over again. You hated her at first, but how could you do that? How could you hate a possibly perfect being?

Lily was Eden incarnate, and you were a sorry sucker that just took a wrong bite of an apple.

And ain't it funny

How you said you were friends?

Now it sure as hell don't look like it

You had watched them get closer, it didn’t take much to see that he was slowly falling out of love with you and gaining feelings for the scarlet macaw of a woman that wasn’t you.

“Y/N?” He had knocked on the already open door, a goofy gesture that he always did - but today it hadn’t felt right. His body was awkward, the handsome young man now acting (and standing) horrifically disjointed. You closed your parchment and book and sat up.

“Hey, sweetheart! I’m so excited for our date tonight - I’m almost done with our homework and then I’ll start getting my makeup done n all-“

“Y/N we can’t go tonight. Actually.” He said stiffly, his hands fisting in his pockets. James couldn’t bring himself to look at you, too terrified of the stricken look you probably wore.

“But-but we’ve had this Queen concert planned for months,” you pleaded, smiling through tears that threatened to spill. “you were going to take me to London-“

“I know, but-“

“And we were going to stay with your family-“

“Yes, well, things changed, babe. I’m sorry, but we always can’t follow exact plans.” He said shortly, in a tone almost of silencing you, something that made him feel like being ill all over the place and you…terrified.

“I’m-I’m taking someone else.” He said flatly.

“Y-you’re taking someone else?”

“Yes.”

“To the concert we were going to?”

“Y-yes-“

“Is it a girl?”

“It’s not just any girl, it’s Lily. And I thought you’d understand that seeing as our anniversary is coming up anyways and I’d figure I’d just buy you some new jewelry and take you out, because god knows you couldn’t afford it on your own.” There was a beat of silence, your air being knocked out of you by his horrifically ignorant insight, your eyes glazed with spite as it slowly dawned on him what he had said.

“I am - God, Y/N, I’m so sorry-“

“Leave, please.”

“Baby, I-“

“Just. Go.”

He shut the door behind him.

You cried.

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

You'd talk to her

When we were together

Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

Now you bring her around

Just to shut me down

Show her off like she's a new trophy

Remus had desperately tried to get you to come to Gryffindor parties again, bribed you, outright pleaded you - but lo, to no avail. He couldn’t blame you, he wouldn’t want to go either had the love of his adolescent life been there.

On the subject of that: it really didn’t help that they all knew you were in love with him. Even after all this time.

Even when now, as you decided to show your face in front of all your ex-friends, the people that now wouldn’t look at you in the hallway, and the boy who so ingeniously broke your heart, you were still wishing he would pick you.

And I know if you were true

There's no damn way that you

Could fall in love with somebody that quickly

Ain't it funny?

Remember I brought her up

And you told me I was paranoid

“She is my best friend-“

“I know, James, I’m just asking if maybe we could spend more ti-“

“No, Y/N, you’re going to listen to me,” he had snapped, his voice cutting through your pleads and out any snippet of empathy in his voice.

“I am not and will not ever stop hanging out with my best friend because you are insecure of…whatever is going on.”

You felt unbearably naked in front of him, then. Why didn’t he care that you were crying? Why didn’t he care that every waking moment was much well spent with his newfound best friend - who before was his enemy - than with the woman he so proudly called ‘his first and only love.’

“I’m just confused, is’sall-“

“Yeah, me too,” he said ruefully, shaking his head.

He rolled his jaw and rubbed it before giving a gruff, “listen, you can either choose to trust me or keep being paranoid - choice is yours,” before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Sometimes, you couldn’t make decisions when it came to James.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

Seeing him in the hallway with his mates, you’d decided, was the last straw. The same mates that had completely ignored you (save Remus), spread heaps of shit about you, and now had turned to look at you in the hallway.

“Two weeks. Two fuckin’ weeks, James,” you said loudly, your pace quickening to get to the utterly terrified boy.

“Y/N-? I-“ he didn’t have the time nor resistance to finish, as the palm of your right hand collided with his cheek, forcing his spectacles to hit the ground almost immediately.

“I-I’m so sorry-“

“Oh you’re sorry? Sorry for what?” You got louder, repeating the scene you had been so socially shunned for earlier. “Sorry for breaking my heart? Sorry for making me feel so incredibly used? How about distraught? Are you sorry for making me distraught? Neglected could be maybe a better word…”

“Y/N, please, I understand,” he damn near squealed, his head swishing from side to side to make sure everyone still perceived him as tge hero, as the victim even.

“You understand? You under-stand?”

“Yes, yes, I do-“

“No, James, you shut up and hear me, dammit because I’m only saying this once:”

When she's sleeping in the bed we made

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

You'd talk to her

When we were together

You gave me your word

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

“You didn’t even wait, James, how much did I actually ever mean to you?”

To go off and date her

“Y/N, please-“

“No! No, Godric, no, I am so sick of pretending to support you when we both know exactly what happened to us-!”

“Oh Jesus Christ…”

Guess you didn't cheat

“No. I want you to leave.”

“W-what?”

“I want you to get out.”

“I- no, what? No, I’m not letting you tell me what to do-“

“I never want to see you again do you hear me, James Potter?”

but you’re still

“I don’t understand-“

“You fucked us over, Jamie,” you spat.

you’re still a traitor

“And I never want to see you again.” You inhaled sharply, a rough wipe to your eyes was the last strength of movement you had before you started to walk past him, mumbling an “excuse me.”

The boy watched you walking, his legs starting to move autonomously and his face growing hot. This was your best friend, he-he had loved you, why were you walking away? Lily didn’t mean anything, you meant everything.

So why was it that a rupture of something only defined as guilt crawled up his chest and made him want to heave into a bin, or make him shiver with a frightful cold.

“God, Y/N, I’m sorry.” He whispered, to no one in particular.

yeah, you’re still a traitor.

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[i-got-bored]

out of fear: here you are quick thing: this isnt going to be some amazingly profound "today i'm the doctor's therapist" thing - it was a ramble in my journal done at 2 am. also the way i speak of the doctor's incarnations comes across as seeing them as separate people, but ofc ik they're the same and will share similar trates (biodata and all that) besides that, enjoy:

the Doctor as a whole: - i love them so much oh my god - the fact that no matter the incarnation they are always an entity created and living through grief

9 is a PTSD grief; he's just returned from a war where his planet and two races were all destroyed by him. Then he finds this girl who made his life so much better and he loves and ends up giving his current self to save, destroying himself for love. He appears as this threatening asshole but just one layer under he's a silly loveable sweetheart who just desperately wants to find a distraction and a way for him to feel deserving of life after what he did - so he does the opposite; going around and helping people and making himself worthy.

10. God. 10. 10 was created through said love, but then losing that love and being the embodiment of trauma and loss. A loss that forbade his emotions to just exist so he buried it below humour and a distant personality. Always hiding a deeper part of himself behind something. No one (other than maybe Wilf and/or The Master) had ever seen the true 10. And when he believed himself to die - he finally realises how much of himself he had hidden. Yelling "i could've been so much more!" and holds himself as he absorbs deadly radiation to save another because despite everything, 10 will always end up alone. And in his final moments he visits the girl who his love for was cause for his existence and regenerates in regret and melancholy.

11, after his ordeal of regret as 10 decides to live his life to the fullest - he'll fufill this little girl's dreams of travelling the stars with the man she loves, he'll do anything for them to stay alive together and he'll save whoever he can. he meets the wife he had mourned as 10 and realises "holy shit - this woman is my wife for a reason" and he loves her and this time allows himself to feel this love. And when he regenerates in contrast to 10 clinging onto himself, he's content with who he is and who he was. He still went through shit but i still think he was the happiest he had been for a while.

12 - a man who recovered from emotional suppression (close enough at least) and immediately falls back into it - but in a "fuck it, we ball" kinda way. in a "i've gone through too much to be sad" kinda way. He's with a girl who - whether its good for her or not - is a perfect match for him (/p). Shes up for anything crazy and will always bring him back down to earth. He hadn't known someone like this since Rose. And the Mater comes back, but this time, somethings different. Because shes not trying desperately to kill him. Their previous relationship having been him clinging onto the Master, despite him wanting the Doctor dead; now they have a sort of neutral agreement with each other - a kknowledge that they're the last of their kind and maybe their co-existence could work. And then he again, loses this girl who fit him like a damn puzzle piece and it bloody hurts. So after a few billion years of trauma (those eps are wild ) he makes a vow which he instantly breaks as soon as he meets the right person again who is then also lost to him. like goddamn give the guy a break ;o;

i dont have much on 13 bcs i got tired but i lover her so much. She was loved so much yet went through the grief of losing her people and homeworld for a second time - continuing this cycle of grief. but after it all, after going through such similar losses to 10 and having had the option to deal with them in the exact same way, she regenerates content after having taken the woman she loves (dont @ me, yaz x 13 forever)to see the most beautiful sight at the time of writing i hadnt seen the 2023 eps yet and i dont really have much material to work with other than 14 needs therapy and 15 is going to be amazingly untraumatised (still hoping for my angsty man in the box tho)

i wrote a 6 page 'essay' in my journal about my opinions of different Doctors - would anyone be interested in them lmao?

[thesacramentoflove]

(Good Omens) Beelzebub x GN Reader:

3k words - The reader runs into Beelzebub while chasing their daughter, and Beelzebub decides to follow them.

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Something stirred, deep within their heart - a feeling so pure, so unbridled…perhaps it was love? They couldn’t be certain, but the tiny wings of many a butterfly toiled to trace the lining of their stomach. They wanted to understand the feeling - that which had been hidden from them for millennia. To whom was it directed? What purpose did it serve? Nothing thus had sent them into such a state of confusion. This feeling…it shouldn’t have been possible. But, perhaps it too was a cog in the wheel of the Great Plan. After all, God often sacrificed sense for inanity.

No…it couldn’t be love.

But this…it seemed so innocent, and the implications…they didn’t bear considering. As a demon, a being avowedly void of the very capacity, well…they should've been immune. It should've been a far-flung fantasy, a tale only told as fiction. But seeing you here, a child hanging from your arm…Beelzebub could feel a spark of…something. It was something wrong, they were certain - positive, and therefore very, very wrong indeed. It was something that defied logic, that gave the demon pause and instilled a confusion deep within. Your meeting, albeit temporary, had hindered their plans to a great extent. They were supposed to be monitoring Crowley (a task annoying in and of itself), not…following some human. Not even an hour had passed since your paths had crossed, and yet they felt such intrigue.

The way you handled your child with care and compassion beyond anything they'd seen thus far, the elegance that shone through even the smallest of movements, that smile…

Beelzebub wasn’t sure which, of the aforementioned, they favoured most. It was a difficult choice, since their mind hadn't bothered to list all of the qualities they'd become privy to. It took neither genius nor seer to tell that you glowed. You glowed with beauty, with love, with…everything demons couldn’t hope to match. You were angelic, without a whisper of effort. You didn’t claim to be an angel, but if ever you did, the smell of humanity would betray you.

Humanity…that was your sole flaw, but your very essence. For Beelzebub to pursue it, to want to…

All of this, all of it…was the result of a single interaction - one that you probably didn’t even remember. You had quite literally crashed into them, while on your daughter's tail. In her defence, she was playing Tag…amid a rowdy throng of people. And in your defence, you had warned her. Several times, in fact. But a child so young is an angel in theory and a devil in practice, paying attention to little unless it interests them.

The memory of your bodies colliding was still fresh in Beelzebub's mind. They could almost…feel you, as though you were still there, still in their arms. It hurt that you weren't, and that you fled so quickly. They remembered the rushed apology, the eyes that avoided theirs, and the glimmers of panic and guilt that couldn’t be concealed. It all happened within a moment, and then you were gone. Beelzebub had put their actual job on hold, to track you down. That might've been an honour, for a demon. The reminder of your humanity was…painful. Your human vessel would eventually expire, falling victim to the curses of illness or age. For that reason, humans were lesser, they were expendable.

That's why, the war…

Beelzebub shivered at the thought, a string of new emotions tying up their heart. They felt…desperate, protective and scared. The threads of fate would not waver at the behest of a demon, but…did humanity, all of humanity, need to be slain…? What if a single human and their child…what if they survived? Would such a thing be questioned, or challenged? If there was a way to keep you, even at the expense of your freedom…

But…was it that same freedom, and all your human traits, that made you desirable? Would you hold that same calibre, if you surrendered your humanity? Would you become an angel and thrive in Heaven, or would some horrible secret rear its head at the time of judgement? Would you join the fallen…the demons? Would you join Beelzebub, and reign at their side, for all eternity? Or would you condemn them, as God already had? Beelzebub found themselves unwilling to entertain such thoughts. Of course you would still be you, angel or demon. And…something had drawn them to Earth, on this day. Something wanted you to meet, they were certain! And, well…demons had ill fortune, but…God would never be so cruel, right?

Something had called to Beelzebub, planted the thought of visiting Earth in their head, and watched it flourish. It had offered up Crowley as an excuse, used the lack of trust between demons to its advantage. Beelzebub had been played right into its hands. But from here, they walked the path blindly. There were no further directions, no sign saying 'THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO'. They weren't sure how to talk to humans, how to appear as a friend instead of a foe…

Everything was just so complicated. But there you were, playing with your daughter on the grass, and weaving flowers into crowns with the delicacy of a feather. The smile you wore was bright and beautiful, luring Beelzebub in like a moth to a flame. They just didn’t understand why. Why did your arms suddenly look so inviting, and your lips so soft? Why did time seem to still, why had the sun framed your head in such a way that it appeared God herself had descended from the heavens to bestow a halo atop your head?

Why were you so angelic, yet…so human?

God must have been testing Beelzebub. Again. Their heart was beginning to fracture under the weight of decisions. Mere decisions! It was ridiculous…Beelzebub was never so indecisive. This should've been a trifle, in comparison to all the decisions they had to make for the upkeep of Hell. But…how could they choose between advancing (which could result either in rejection - Beelzebub did not get rejected - or you and your child fleeing in palpable terror), or staying rooted in place (during which time you could either make your exit, or someone could 'pick you up' - was that the correct human term?). This choice was so difficult because…something, some flicker of what could only be described as goodness, begged them to leave you untainted, to simply walk away and never return.

It seemed to scream, "Do not sully the human incarnation of this angelic being."

Beelzebub knew that their approach alone would expose you to all kinds of…unpleasantries - even if they themselves had no intent to do you harm. Which they didn’t. And for that matter, they never would. Though, the words of a demon gave little reassurance, and it wasn’t like you could hear them.

They dared not dwell too long on the choices - human life was fleeting, and an hour's silent contemplation to them could be several years to you (unlikely, but they did lack very basic knowledge, so their fear-driven assumption could be excused). They didn’t want to wait…they wanted to call out, to cradle and protect. They wanted the trust of both yourself and your child, but…they still didn’t know why. A human would've laid the blame on love, but love was something demons didn’t understand. They had renounced that right at the moment of their fall. Demons couldn't…love, they couldn’t care for anything! No…it wasn’t love.

Though clearly, there were two exceptions: Crowley and Beelzebub. The latter briefly wondered if the former felt such intense emotions towards his angelic companion. Though, they had met far more than once, and Crowley hadn't made a habit of stalking Aziraphale. What Beelzebub was doing…that was stalking. And it was creepy. Their eyes were so focused, tracing every inch of your body. You wouldn’t know how to act if they just…appeared before you. No, that was definitely a bad idea - bad as in bad bad, like, really bad.

However, their hesitance left an opening for someone else - a wild animal, a vulture, someone who cared nothing for your heart, your mind or your child…someone who only wished to conquer your body. And as if to mock the demon, such a person did show up. Beelzebub was now certain this was a test, with their go-to option (murder) nowhere in sight. No…you seemed much too frail. You shouldn’t have to witness such a graphic display. Beelzebub watched for a moment, as a new form of anger took hold. That human was too close to you. Your smile had fallen, happiness abandoned and discomfort rising to its place. Beelzebub didn’t like that. Not at all.

But this was a test seemingly impossible to pass, and designed for failure. Though, if Beelzebub knew one thing, it…wasn't tests, or humane ways to deal with a given situation. What they knew was confrontation.

This wasn’t your fight, and Beelzebub was poised to prove that.

The stage was set, and they moved towards it, determined to do something…anything, to return your smile to you. This human could rot in the deepest pit of Hell, eternally isolated from both sunlight and warmth, from contact, and most importantly, from you. After today, this cretin would never bother you again, on pain of, well…pain. There wouldn’t be a murder…not yet. Your comfort was the priority, and Beelzebub had to remember that. It couldn’t be jeopardised.

They reached the scene within seconds, acting on the immediate instinct to shield you and your child. Panic and fright painted both your faces, tarnishing that beautiful innocence. That could not be excused. Beelzebub glared at your harasser, but this was a poor deterrent. They backed up a mere three paces, before sneering - acting high and mighty, as though they weren't in the presence of a Lord of Hell, a revered demon.

Still, they addressed you, venom dripping from their words. "I didn't know you had a…partner. When were you gonna tell me that, sweetheart?"

You did nothing to deny the accusation, instead vowing silence and looking between the two figures. You seemed weary, as you should, but you were thankful for the intervention. Without it, well…your imagination conjured some disturbing almost-realities. This new person, whether in or out of the binary, was…helping you. Though their presentation could lead you to believe they weren't interested in good deeds, they were…helping.

And then it hit you. The familiarity hadn't registered until now, as you couldn’t see their face, but…you knew them. Or, at the very least, you'd seen them, bumped into them. Great, now you were panicked, scared, and embarrassed, all in front of your child. You held her close, throughout this entire ordeal. A part of you wanted to run, but you had to somehow repay this stranger's kindness. And you had put them in a potentially dangerous situation, albeit without intent. You hoped this was kindness, and not simply obligation, civic duty or something to a similar effect. That was the impression they gave, but…ulterior motives seemed to be a curse of humanity. No-one was genuine anymore.

"They don't like you. So leave. Now, before I do something I can't take back." It was the first you'd heard of their voice, but you never knew you could find such comfort in a tone so exceedingly dull.

The human seemed to waver. "…Oh yeah? What, you gonna kill me or somethin'?"

"I might." A real and viable threat wove its way between those words. For all God's shit, Beelzebub was prepared to neither play nor gamble - not with you on the line.

And in the intermediate moments, the human acquired a sliver of common sense. Beelzebub was the threat, and the sooner they recognised this, the better.

They stepped back, sputtering out the pathetic excuse of "I, uh…I left my cat in the oven!"

Sheer horror led your child to cry, "Kitty?!"

"He means cake, angel." Though, your thoughts didn’t carry such surety: I really hope he means cake.

Beelzebub watched the human retreat, but kept an ear open for you. Nothing would distress you now - not with their protection. But they had to be absolutely certain. Their expression softened, senses still sharp, still looking out for you and any danger that might endeavour to betide you. They didn’t know how to speak with humans, nor how gentle it was possible to be.

But the effort could be made. "Are you…okay?"

Their question, though rather sudden and unexpected, was…calming. You could tell they cared. "Um…we're okay, yeah…thank you. You didn’t have to do that, but…I'm glad you did. Are you okay? That was a short exchange, but it was charged."

Yeah…you must've been an angel. "Yeah. 'M alright."

"That's good." You smiled. You smiled. "Thank you. Again. Oh, (C/n), what do you say to them?"

At the prompt, the little child at your side shouted, "Thank you for saving us!"

You giggled at their choice of words, while Beelzebub just stared, stunned. "I'm sorry about her, she's easily excited. Cute though, isn't she? She's usually the one protecting me. You showed her up…"

Your tone was so light, so warm, so full of…something - something special. It was greater than relief, or gratitude. Well, it seemed greater. Beelzebub couldn’t really be sure, but it zapped their confidence and made almost…made them weak. And weakness…that was dangerous. Well, it was supposed to be. Yet somehow…it didn’t feel that way. It felt like a thundering heart, a sudden and creeping heat, a soft, fluffy…something, that was so alien but at the same time, so nice.

When Beelzebub didn’t respond to your prompt, you coughed and said, "Well…is there anything I could do? To repay you, I mean…I have to repay your kindness. Um, would you like a coffee, or dinner, or…you could choose something? Sorry, I don't know what you like…"

"I like…" Beelzebub looked around, trying to find an answer in all that surrounded them. They were desperate to keep you talking, to keep your eyes on them, to make you stay. "…those."

You followed their finger, laughing as you did. "The ducks or the flowers?"

Their confusion was so strange and child-like, you couldn’t help the laughter. Still, you had never been one for judgements. You replied in earnest. "The ducks are the animals in the water, the small, fuzzy ones. Ah, see the one over there, flapping its wings? That's (C/n)'s favourite. We come here to feed them, on occasion. And flowers are those - you see them coming out of the ground? They're really sweet, and every flower has a different meaning, but no-one knows them all. It's like a secret language! (C/n) and I love that a lot…"

"You like them? Do you give them to other huma- other people?" They asked, now with a genuine curiosity.

You giggled. "I don't, not personally, unless it's a daisy from the park, which I'll give to (C/n). But…I don't really…have anyone else to give them to. It's usually a romantic gesture, and I don't…I'm not…with anyone."

You hadn't meant it to sound so much like an invitation.

"Oh. Good…Why not?" Beelzebub's tongue couldn’t decide on a narrative, torn between sympathy and a sort of cruel relief.

But in spite of this, your smile refused to fade. "Well…I'm perfectly capable of raising a child alone, and no-one ever really…made my heart soar, I suppose. My other half was…not one of God's nicer creations, I'll say that. I have a catalogue of words I could use, but…well, they would put a dampener on things."

Beelzebub nodded, noting that for later enquiries. "Are they dead?"

You laughed, both amused and taken aback. "No, no…to me, perhaps, but…no. Ah, if you're asking because of the past tense, I only used it because we aren't together anymore. We're, um…four years divorced. I just…focused on raising (C/n), rather than tending to my romantic needs. She is, and always will be, more important."

"What did you mean," Beelzebub started, furrowing their brows. "with the bit about your heart? The 'heart soar'? What…is that? How does it work?"

"Have you ever heard of 'Cloud Nine'?" You waited until they shook their head, to continue. "It's a feeling you get when you're around someone you love, where your heart starts to beat really fast, and you feel like you can fly to great heights. You feel weightless, like any sudden wind could take you into the air. Oh, it's such a magical feeling!...Have you never felt it before?"

As you spoke, Beelzebub's experience, their feelings, gained clarity. Things just…clicked. Had it been that easy all along? And had they known…? Had their heart simply pulled the veil over their mind? Could demons love? Part of them wanted to scream; love was sacred - the antithesis of hatred and the enemy of all evils. The very act, the very thought…were so unbefitting, so un-demon like. But this seemed beyond merely act or thought.

"That's how it feels." They stated, with faux confidence.

"So you have! Isn't it just wonderful?" You paused, then gasped rather loudly. "Oh my…I can't believe I forgot to tell you my name! I'm (Y/n), it's a pleasure to meet you!"

They took your hand, after a fierce internal debate. Their face, however, remained neutral. "Beelzebub, and likewise."

"Oh, you have a biblical name! Those are always so fascinating!" You gushed, taking them by surprise.

"You have a…name. A nice one." They stammered, new to both giving and receiving compliments.

You laughed again, a sound too sweet for their ears. "You don't get out much, do you? Um…would you like to get some food? Provided you can deal with (C/n), of course. We could…talk? Get to know each other…? You seem really nice, and I'd like to, um…"

Demons didn’t eat, but at this point, Beelzebub would do anything to stay at your side. Their acceptance came easily - too easily, by their standards. But they were beginning to reject those standards, at a hawk's pace, rather than a snail's. It might've been concerning, but…why should they care? Loving a human was bad, and demons thrived in the bad. Bad was good, in their books - or at least, the demonic equivalent. And 'good' wasn’t a descriptor that suited Beelzebub, but 'bad'…now that was. Surely then, a little greed couldn’t hurt. But it wasn’t material greed, no…it was far more personal, more intimate. They hungered for your affections, for your hand…for everything about you.

Their very nature justified this sin. Such beautiful, glorious sin. If Beelzebub could fall any further…they would do so with a glad and willing heart.

So this is love. They thought, as a smile crept to their lips. Forbidden love.

[saundraswriting]

Sharing the Burden

SUMMARY: Shouyo hides his oncoming seasonal affective disorder symptoms from live in boyfriend, Kageyama Tobio. Over time, a mild depressive episode begins and Tobio finds Shouyo hasn't been taking care of himself. Tobio decides to take matters into his own hands.

WARNINGS: depression episode

NOTES: Made this one shot for a friend on twitter who was having a bad day.

Ao3 // Main Masterlist // Twitter

Shouyou hasn't left his bed in a few days. The message read. Natsu sighed and looked out her window The seasons had begun to change. She knew her brother, knew him better than anyone, including his rival turned best friend turned boyfriend. As such sometimes Tobio-nii still needed her help. High school was always too busy then they were separated by an ocean. Natsu thought that maybe Shouyou had figured it out, how to deal with this... Apathy and numbness and listlessness that seemed to hit him every so often.

She was wrong, Shouyou didn't learn anything more. He just grinned and hid and kept busy. The only difference now was she was older, wiser and more observant, and Shouyou had Tobio-nii. In an other life Shouyou would be pushing himself harder, trying to smother his feelings in boots of productivity. Tobio however taught him the meaning of self-care. An episode of over- working and fever costing Shouyou too much. Natsu fingered her phone trying to think of a response. Shou-bro sometimes gets like this. For as long as I can remember. This is from no fault of yours. He should get over it in a couple days. This time of year is often spent like this. She texted back. She went back to her studies, knowing Tobio will respond when he wants to and not a second later.

Tobio stared at the lump that was his boyfriend. Or rather what Tobio was assuming was his boyfriend under a pile of blankets in a room with dirty clothes on the floor and random bottles cans and Chip and other misc. Trash things loitering around. His usual sunshine incarnate boyfriend was laid up with an unusual apathy and emptiness that Tobio cart recall seeing before. Shouyou hadn't left their bed in the few days Tobio had been gone, working on some sponsorship deal things. When he left Shouyou seemed energetic and cheerful now he looked greasy and miserable. “That's fine. But we do need food and stuff. So let me go and you can stay here. Maybe you could get a bath? Or some water?” Tobio suggested before pressing a kiss to Shouyou's temple.

"I'll try. I don't know, I just want to lay here, I can't seem to find any motivation. Not for volleyball or my shows or even to brush my teeth. I love this time of year but I always get so down round now.” Shouyou seemed frustrated, voice thick eyes screwed shut.

"Sweetheart, your fine. We all have bad days I just wish I could help you more? If you think of anything at all let me know I'm heading out, maybe we can do a quiet night in."

"That sounds perfect. Thank you so much, love. I'll call you or text if I think of anything. Now, go on. We need food and you are the only one between the two of us who can go”

Tobio pressed another kiss to Shouyou's temple and left. As soon as he cleared the door, Tobio tried using google to figure out some helpful tips for coping with Shouyou's symptoms. He then called Kozume-senpai. He knew Natsu didn't mean anything malicious when she said to wait it out but that sounded too much like abandoning Shouyou to deal with his problems on his own. Tobio couldn't allow that even as a friend let alone a boyfriend.

"Kozume-senpai, can you do me a huge favor?” Tobio began. He was hesitant to ask for even this much but even though Shouyou was his boyfriend, he had plenty of friends who would love to help him.

“Kageyama this is rather unusual. What can I do for you? Everything okay?' Kozume was soft spoken but Tobio had seen him rage at some of the more inappropriate viewers he has had.

“I know but I felt that this was rather necessary. Shouyou hasn’t gotten out of bed in a few days and I was hoping for some help. Natsu says that this happens sometimes especially around this time of year and what little bit I've read says each person is different. I wasn't sure if you could help. I was thinking that you could get him to go to your place so I could range some mutual friends into cleaning and rearranging the apartment. I was also hoping to get some self care things today.” Tobio hadn’t gotten far from their place, worry and uncertainty keeping him in place. Tobio rubbed his eyebrow in an attempt to self soothe, and stay focused.

"Kageyama that is a great idea. I'll see about getting him here right away. How about I book a cleaning service I use when my depression episodes get really bad. Some people get depressed at the season change and some get depressed when they are stressed and some people, like me have persistent episodes that take a medical regiment and therapy and years of practice. Shouyou has a lot on his plate some times that leads to burnout and rest days have to become rest weeks. The best thing to do is what he needs you to do. The numbness and lack of motivation is hard enough to deal with having a partner who can empathize or sympathize can make a world of difference. I'll call the cleaning service right now then I'll come pick Shouyou up. I'll bring him to my place. Kuroo and Bokuto-san, should be around. Maybe Miya-san and his germaphobe fiancé could help. I’ll leave the shopping to you. Then when you have the apartment ready, we can meet up and you can fuss over him all night.” Kozume spoke confidently about his experiences making Tobio more sure in his decision to call him.

"Thank you so much. I am thinking my shopping shouldn't be more than a couple hours. I'm going to call the others. Maybe we can meet while I shop. I think I'm going to need the extra hands. Anyway please let me know what the cleaning service says about the rush job. Thanks again, Kozume-senpai. I appreciate all your help and I know Shouyou will once he sees the results.” Tobio said his good byes and hung up. He decided on calling Bokuto-san first, seeing as he is Shouyou's favorite, and mentor. When he was told that Tobio was calling to help surprise Shouyou who was feeling down lately, he eagerly agreed to meet Tobio while shopping. He even said he'd text Akaashi-San and the others to help.

“When my mood shifts heavily for a few days sometimes a small change can help maybe we can rearrange the apartment while we are there.” Bokuto-san's suggestion resonated with Tobio a memory from a conversation a long time ago.

“I love fall. I love when the air feels crisp. This is my favorite time of year. I get a little sluggish but when we open the windows and clean. The air and the house feel so clean and fresh. We don't necessarily do spring cleaning at my house. We do winter cleaning. The heater sometimes up to kicks much dust and mom and I can't breathe.” Shouyou explained when Tobio had come over to study for an English test and commented on the rearranged living room.

"Shouyou loves this time of year for things like that it'd remind him of home too. Let's do it. We’d have to be quick.” Tobio and Bokuto-san worked out the details. Tobio worried that they were doing too much but then remembered, Shouyou was the one who gave him a team and made Volleyball fun for him again. Shouyou brought his own personal light into Tobio's dark world. The least he could do, is share it back, Tobio set off to begin shopping.

Kenma knocked on the door several times but with no answer, he deemed it appropriate to use his spare key. He searched the kitchen and living room and saw it as Tobio said. Shouyou hadn't eaten or gotten out of bed in at least a couple days if not longer. "Shouyou? Where are you? I came to visit like we planned.”

"Kenma? What are you doing here? We didn't make plans for today. I'm sorry but I'm just not up for socialization today. Can you come back some other time?” Shouyou's voice came from the lump on the bed. He sound meek and tired. He tightened his blanket cocoon.

"No. I told you I'd drop you if you don't stay interesting. This is pitiful. Let's go. I won't allow you to squander your time in this filthy space. Get up. Get dressed. You are coming to my place, right now. You need a change of scenery, " Kenma grabbed the blankets and ripped them off. He froze upon seeing Shouyou. "Oh, Shouyou. We definitely need to talk. How long have you been dealing with this?”

Shouyou simply blinked his red-rimmed eyes at Kenma. His hair fell in greasy clumps matted to his head. He looked gaunt and pale, his hands trembling slightly. He looked small and lost and so unlike the Shouyou that ruled the beach courts in Rio or the Shouyou who beat Kageyama upon his awaited return.

"Kenma. I don't know what's wrong with me. I have no energy no matter how much I sleep, I can't find any motivation to do anything. I haven't eaten in days. Tobio wasn't around to force me to eat or get out of bed so I didn't but then it got easier to just stay in bed.” Shouyou sniffed like he was going to cry again.

Kenma took a deep breath and rested a hand on Shouyou's arm. “Shouyou. You're fine. Nothing is wrong with you. When you were in Rio you worked hard and practiced harder to to get to this point. When your entire life is made of go moments the pause time can become hard to break free of them. Don't worry, where you are having a single mild depressive episode, I have them regularly and have since high school, so I the have experience to help you get better. That means listen to me. Get your ass up and dressed. Brush teeth and let's go. I have someone coming to deep clean the apartment for you in a little while. We need to be out of here.” Kenna's voice held no room for debate. Shouyou sighed and opened his mouth to argue but inhaled a chip crumb, while slightly choking he decided that a little of change of scenery would do him some good.

"Fine, Kenma. I'll get ready to go. But I'm wearing sweats and you can't stop me.” Shouyou huffed. He climbed out from under the covers. When he stood up he swayed slightly from the head rush and his first couple steps were punctuated by cracking joints. Kenma kept his reactions to himself knowing Shouyou was already embarrassed by his state of being. Kenna simply moved to the closet while Shouyou made his way to the bathroom.

45 minutes later found Shouyou, tired and sluggish in Kenma and Kuroo doorway regretting agreeing to this idea. He was already wanting to take a nap. But he didn't want to be a bad guest. However when the smell of his favorite takoyaki and fried chicken reached his nose, Shouyou heard his stomach gurgle.

“Sho, no one can be happy all the time. I know this, Kuroo knows this, Kageyama knows this. We want to help you when life gets overwhelming, or your brain is telling you things that are not true, or your brain chemistry levels are out of wack. We'll be here. Now, let's eat some food and relax.”

"Thank you Kenma. I'm not sure what is actually wrong. I've felt like this before but it goes away in a couple days to a couple weeks. This is the first time, I haven't been busy with school or busy with volleyball though. I wasn't sure if it this is just my usual seasonal issues. I didn't want to bother Tobio but then one nap turned into a whole day in bed. I'm just feeling so bleh and I can't seem to shake it. I'm feeling so empty and tired and breathing sometimes is too much. Then I realize that time is still passing and I have so much to do. This is the first time, I've seen myself get this bad.” Shouyou seemed to shrink even more in on himself. He rubbed his eyes trying to hid the tears in the corner of his eyes. Kenma, not wanting to push his friend any more than he was, just took his elbow and led him to the source of the food.

"Eat. Then we'll play some games. I don't have a stream planned so its just you and me for a few hours. Once the cleaners are done, maybe we can see about taking you back home.” Kenma grinned brightly. He missed his friend, they had kept in close contact over the years. However nothing compared to in person quality time.

The food and promise of video games seemed to brighten Shouyou's mood. His gratitude came through with a brighter smile and the weight hunching his shoulders easing slightly. He grew bigger - spine straightening, laughter louder. Kenma and Shouyou spent the next several hours ignoring their personal responsibilities and pretending that one wasn't a world famous Volleyball player and the other a CEO/Influencer. They ignored the fact that they were there cause Shouyou was neglecting his self care and falling into a depressive episode. They came up for air once when Kenma got a confirmation text from the cleaners that Shouyou and Tobio's apartment was completely scrubbed, sanitized and stain free. Kenma stepped out to call Tobio.

“Kageyama, the cleaners are done cleaning. I had them leave the supplies for you. They cleaned the walls and furniture and the futons and the bed. They even steamed and sterilized to get rid of any allergens. How is it going on your end?”

“Just fine. I got all of the groceries that we will need. Bokuto-san and Akaashi-san are going to help with the rearranging. Possibly Miya-san will join us. Can you keep him busy another couple hours? I'll come and get him.” Tobio requested, he sounded proud and light. “I don't like that Shouyou is feeling like this but I'm glad that I can shed some light on him. I'm happy I can give back some of the light I’ve taken from him. “

“He doesn't see it that way and you know that. He doesn't see your relationship as some thing that is given and taken between the two of you. You are his partner, in everything. You're helping your boyfriend when he is feeling low. You can t keep score in something like this. Just be there every time.” Kenna paused, aware he was lecturing. “Sorry. Your relationship isn't my business. I just know Shouyou told me he didn't want to bother you. Ill keep him busy. Text me when you finish.”

“You are right Kenma. I need to step up my emotional maturity. Thank you for telling me. I'll talk to him about this. I need to go and get started with rearranging the apartment. Later then, Kenma.” Tobio signed off and with a click was gone. Kenma stared at his phone, a smug smirk on his lips. Sometimes a little meddling was needed especially when it comes to close friends.

Kenma ducked back into his gaming room before his disappearance became suspicious. “Shouyou, you ready to lose again?” A bright laugh was heard as the door shut.

Tobio stared in awe at his apartment that practically gleamed and sparkled with cleanliness. He held 2 very full bags in his arms while Akaashi had one and Bokuto had four. Distractedly he put his bags on the kitchen counter, the other two following in just as awestruck.

“I don't think this place has ever been this clean. I'm almost speechless.” Tobio said,

“Damn. They are amazing. Remind me to get the name of the company.” Akaashi said. Tobio simply pushed over a small pile of business cards on a small thank you note with an invoice copy with Kenma’s billing info. Akaashi hummed and swiped one. “Thank you. With my deadlines and this one's travel,” nodding towards a busy unpacking Bokuto “We could use a dependable cleaning service.”

At that moment the door bell rang with a flower shop delivery announcement. When Tobio answered the door, Miya Atsumu and his fiancé and Hoshiumi were standing outside holding flowers and a couple bags. “Thank you for the flowers and picking up the things asked. I appreciate all of you helping out. I was lost when I realized Shouyou was more than taking a couple days to rest. Everything we got today and everything we do are things I've seen and learned help and are recommended by Natsu-chan and Shouyou's mother.” Tobio took a deep breath. “With that, let's start with moving the furniture.”

About two and half hours and 3 arguments and 1 snack break later, 5 sweaty Olympic athletes surveyed their hard work. They had beautifully rearranged the living room, bedroom, Office and guest bedroom. They set up the new decorations and put out the new flowers. They had plugged in the wax melters, changed the throw blankets in the living room, changed out the towels in the bathroom, switched the bed sheets and put up new curtains. All in all the apartment looked clean smelled wonderful and had a completely new vibe.

“Amazing. This place looks phenomenal. I really owe you.” Tobio bowed slightly.

“Tobio-kun, we are friends and teammates. You don't owe us anything. You would do the same if we needed it. Shouyou needs support when this happens. If this is what we can offer so be it. Shouyou can be too proud and too stubborn, help may only be accepted from behind the scenes like what we did today. Your job is to be there even when he says he is fine.” Akaashi said. The others made sounds of agreement and words of encouragement.

A few minutes later and the apartment was empty. Echoes of promises and warm good byes lingering as Tobio paced the apartment, looking for any thing they missed. Once he cleared the apartment he began prepping dinner. it was getting cold but Shouyou had a long and emotionally draining day. Tobio began prepping udon and pork and chicken. Once done Tobio sent Kenna a text, letting him know that he was leaving to go pick up Shouyou since they had finished the apartment and dinner was ready to be made.

The door to Kenna's place was pulled open by Kuroo. ”Shouyou! Your boyfriend is here.” Shouyou appeared, looking miles better than the last time Tobio saw him. His eyes were brighter, smile more natural and his skin didn't look like it was on too tight.

“Tobio! I missed you. Did shopping go okay? Sorry I didn't go with you. Kenma came to visit and demanded I come here because he was hiring cleaners." Shouyou stared at Tobio's empty arms. "You did go grocery shopping right? Have you been back then? How did it look? "

“Yes, I went shopping. Yes I dropped the bags before coming here. It looked great. We'll have to use them when we are gone. They did a great job. Now let's get going. I'm hungry.” Tobio said. Shouyou giggled. Tobio paused in helping him put his jacket on, realizing it had been almost a week since he had heard Shouyou's giggle. A small smile was aimed at Shouyou's hair. They were on the outside of the door swapping thank you's and goodbyes when Kenma tossed out “Both of you! Remember what I told you. Also don't be a stranger.”

Tobio and Shouyou waved and called out final good byes before making their way down the street in companionable silence. They didn't live an uncomfortable distance from Kenma but it seemed by mutual decision they would walk instead of taking the subway.

"Shouyou. You know that I love you, right? You don't have to hide from me. Please let me in on the good days but also the bad days. Keeping you healthy is important to me, that includes your mental health. I can't help if I don't know what's going on. I was away for the past couple days but this isn't something that happens over night.” Tobio bit out, he was hesitant in his words but not in his emotions.

“Tobio. I love you and I know you love me. I think this year not only was my seasonal depression hitting harder but I was unsure of a lot of things. I simply spiraled in my own over thinking. I'm aware it was a depressive episode but it seemed like at first, I could shake it off like previously. Then you were gone and I just kept sinking deeper into this... This emptiness. I wanted to do things. Especially so you wouldn't worry when you got home but then my mind just kept asking ‘what's the point.’ And I had no response. And no motivation.” Shouyou trailed off brows furrowed and jaw clenched.

“We're a team you and me. I have bad days too. And we know you have them. Do you understand that it is okay to not be okay? We may be Star athletes but we are only human and when you have to spend days fighting your own brain to simply exist, it can be overwhelming. We can only do what we can do. No one's existence is defined by what they bring to other people. Shouyou, you will never be a burden tome or our friends, teammates or even family. A long time ago, you taught me to believe in a shrimp who could jump. Let me teach you to believe in him too.” Tobio-not very good with words spoke to his shoes as he and Shouyou walked to their own apartment as the sun slowly set. He looked up to see a silently crying red faced Shouyou trying to wipe his eyes. “I made you cry. Amazing. I'm so bad at this I made you cry.” Tobio dead panned to the sky.

“No! I'm crying because I'm happy. Everything changes when you have someone who wants to help carry the burden. Thank you for loving me, and wanting to help me, and supporting me and understanding me.” Shouyou grabbed Tobio’s hand squeezing tightly then bring it to his lips for a small kiss.

“Good I was worried. Now, let's get home. I have another surprise for you. Miya-san, his fiancé, Bokuto-san, Akaashi-san, Hoshiumi all helped me with it. Once we look at it then we can do dinner and a movie.” Tobio used the hand Shouyou was holding to quicken their pace, his excitement almost tangible. Shouyou giggled and let himself be pulled along to their apartment. Both of them loose and carefree after all the emotional discussions they'd had today.

Tobio stopped Shouyou before unlocking the door. He told him to close his eyes and pulled him through the door. Shouyou stood still for a moment before opening his eyes again. He glanced around before looking at Tobio curiously. Then he blinked.

“You got flowers? And candles? I mean the apartment is incredibly clean…” Shouyou paused before looking again. “Tobio, did you Autumn clean our apartment? After being gone for almost a week on a sponsor trip. You seriously rearranged the furniture and redecorated like I usually do every year? Just because I was having a rough time. You went through all that effort you got all these people involved because you wanted me to feel better.” Shouyo spluttered a few noises. Before growling in almost frustration. “Did you do the entire apartment?” he didn't wait for an answer before holding up a hand and kicking his shoes off at the entryway.

Shouyou stalked through their apartment, trying all the new angles of seating looking for glares on the TV, he checked the bedroom for natural light and the office for obnoxious town noise. Finding none he stood in the middle of the kitchen watching Tobio finish making dinner, letting Shouyou explore at his own pace.

“I'm so in love with you that sometimes it physically pains me. When I think of how far we come as people, friends, rivals, partners my heart and soul ache. I honestly don't know what I would do without you. I absolutely do not want to find out.” Tobio turned heat the down on the stove turning around to question Shouyou but the words died in his throat. His own personal embodiment of the sun was down on one knee. A small black box open in his hand held a simple Silver ring. “Kageyama Tobio, will you marry me?”

Tobio dropped to his knees pulling Shouyou into a bone- crushing hug, tears mingling with Shouyo's on their cheeks all the while muttering, “You absolute idiot, of course. I will marry you. As if the answer could be anything but yes. Now, put the ring on and help finish dinner my fiancé.”

Shouyou blushed deeply, grin practically splitting his face. “Anything for you, My lovely Fiancé.”

The kitchen rang with laughter and sniffles and the clattering of dishes as the newly engaged couple finished making dinner. Together. As they would face every problem the future might hold..

[asheescribbles]

@reddiewrote

‘What, this old thing?’ grated a nerve in her head. She knew he cared for his appearance. Was that still a pattern? Depreciating things he did care for? Or was it to get the first, thoughtless answer to his question…?

Would scruff suit him as an administrator and ‘grey eminence’ in… ‘the place he’s been, as of late’? She sorely missed her notepad to jot this odd little choice of words down. Did the other universes disconnect from thousands of years of living here? The change in personnel? Everything that… made him travel in the first place?

No. No matter, there had been an actual question, no getting off track.

‘You could make shaving cuts look good’ – was the first, actually thoughtless answer. Honest, but too much of a hyperbole. Not suited, anyway. ‘More surface to spread pheromones. Good for the occasional job?’ – Not an answer at all. And apparently, not even really his job anymore. ‘I’d love to feel it under my fingerti-‘ – ALSO not an answer. Or an option. Focus. “Yes. Scruff would suit you. If you commit to it. I mean… you just said you treat your body as an accessory, those can be styled to give the intended picture.” It… had sounded less utilitarian in her head. “Although the current picture suits you perfectly, too.” Maybe she was the worst person to ask that question. Ah well.

She took a sip of her own tea. Orange and cinnamon. Which was good! Refreshing. And she burned her tongue. Of course. Maybe it was instant karma. She put it back down with a twitch of her nose.

“It’s entirely your fault for being so interesting,” and for once she was not ashamed of it either. He is too damn interesting.

It was easy to get distracted by his accounts. She looked at him, with big, attentive eyes. So there were angelic versions of him out there. Not far fetched, in her opinion, maybe their Lucifer was not very persuasive. Or they weren’t even there. A mention of an Asmodeus-cat conjured the image of a silky-looking, elegant cat that checked all boxes of a true predator and such sharp claws. Princes and princesses. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. Asmodeus certainly was firm in this particular decision.

Raised the question how the universes he travelled to were chosen, actually. If the options were infinite… why those ones? It must have been ones that were somewhat close to his own incarnation, certainly? The lower ranking might have been a bit of a wish. The cat was – looking at him – just a fact of life. He certainly was more angelic than other demons, upholding his own code of honor, as hard as that is – seemed like that was an unerring fact. Good. Princess. Was strange, especially considering the former. But the worst… the thought of a universe without him… it made her feel… queasy. The urge to reach over and touch any part she could reach and be reassured he was actually here and safe became stronger. Nine years were a long time for her. Even two would have been.

Well, at least the nicknames were still a staple of conversation. ‘Angel’, ‘dear’ and ‘sweetheart’. What even was the intention? Mh… all diminutives, maybe? Establishes their relation more firmly? All looking fondly down on her? He also was the more experienced ‘doctor’. Mh. Whatever the case, THAT was not important. Perfectly healthy behaviour.

What would actually be important?

He was back. So. Why. And how did he feel about it.

She took another sip of tea to sooth the burn on her tongue – much better -, then asked: “Alright, traveler of worlds... You found out that the physicists are right and there is an infinity of universes. And you saw a small sub-set. Now… did you feel all Asmodai were ‘you’? Or was it… people that wore your name. Was it a mix? I might guess your non-fallen versions had a devil with your name in their hell – humans love calling demons Asmodeus -, were you ever questioning who was ‘you’? Or does one just… know?” That was another clarifying question. More for her curiosity, but for understanding essential. More important questions… could be asked later. There were SO many.

@asheescribbles

Nine years.

The comfortable warmth he’d been feeling was suddenly intruded upon by an abrupt jab of ice through his veins.

Nine… years?

With such a well-practiced pokerface, the shock he experienced was almost imperceptibly displayed with just the slightest widening of his eyes, and perhaps the tightness that suddenly hit his smile.

Nine years? Nine years?

He’d come into existence before anyone had ever started counting, 3,000-some-odd days were but a flash in the pan. But he’d always experienced that flash in real time, in chronological order. Perhaps he did need that check-up after all…

… What had she just said? He was listening, but hadn’t heard much of it. His pretty blue eyes blinked quickly back into focus, hoping she hadn’t noticed him falter.

“Ah, of course.” Asmodeus shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep the easy relaxation he was so well known for in place, and… struggling.

“A walk sounds lovely,” he said, in typical fashion, with little to no interest whatsoever in what might be good for him. Walking, walking, walking, endlessly walking and yet somehow, more of that was preferable to the alternative. Suddenly, an old feeling - insecurity. He gestured awkwardly towards the door behind him. “Shall we?”

[sunderedazem]

Hi! I only just started following you so I don't know any of your ocs yet, so pick your favorite oc! 5, 6, 24, & 28?

Hiya! So, if I get to pick my fave, I am going to pick two, since I've already answered questions 5 and 6 for Corrain, my JK (link to that here!) Also this is a Tangent again. I'm only a smidgen sorry XD

For Questions 5 and 6, I'll go for my Bounty Hunter, Astayr!

5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

Astayr is most comfortable wearing her armor, and wears it almost everywhere. You'd be hard-pressed to get her in something else. But aside from her armor - she's most comfortable in the Star-Wars equivalent of yoga-eqsue athleisure. Her work and formal clothes are her armor, so to speak - as someone who tries her utmost to be a Mandalorian in every way that matters, it's important to her that she's always ready for anything. So when she gets to relax, she's taking off as many clothes as she can while still staying decent. (Think Sports bra and leggings, 24/7. Astayr is my "Nice" Jock Gal of the bunch and it shows here, lmao)

6. What kind of clothes is your oc least comfortable wearing?

Astayr would sooner take out bounties on the entire Dark Council and Republic Senate than wear anything remotely formal or even business casual. Her business can all be conducted with beskar and durasteel armor on, thank you very much. Clothes made of cloth with no armor over top grinds her gears in the worst ways.

She *will* dress up a little nice and ditch the armor if she's asked to by the Soft Spots on her crew - Torian (her boyfriend), Mako (her lil sis), or Blizz (her sweetheart friend) - but she sure as hell wouldn't wear it by choice. (If Gault asked she'd just laugh in his face. And Skadge knows better than to ask if he wants to keep his tongue)

And then, for questions 24 and 28, I'll swap back over to Corrain, resident Jedi Knight disaster.

24. What is one thing that, no matter who it’s coming from, would anger your oc?

Before Master Orgus's death and his time imprisoned and brainwashed on the Emperor's Fortress - the only thing that would upset Corrain like that would be hypocrisy. But even then, it's not something he'd stay upset at for long - it more frustrates than truly angers him

But after his stint as a Sith Lord under the Emperor's thumb, he's not quite the same - Vitiate ends up using Castellan restraints to control him, and while he can somewhat resist that mental conditioning it leaves him in a world of pain afterwards. This experience gives him something of a complex in regards to authority and control - he's actively hostile to taking direct orders without a damn good reason, and anyone intentionally trying to manipulate him into doing something - even for his own good - is going to face his anger.

Force forbid anyone find and try to use the keyword that Vitiate used to control his mind though. I wouldn't matter who does it, or what the reason is - Corrain *will* kill anyone who tries, and he will not make it quick or painless either.

28. What’s your favorite thing about this oc?

He's a case of broken idealism and faith that has to rebuild what he believes in from the ground up. His class story starts him out as someone hopeful and idealistic, a perfectionist who believes in what he knows about the Republic and the cause he's fighting for - and then that idealism is slowly ground to dust by the Emperor, the Republic's own political gaming. And then he has to rebuild it all over the course of the expansion chapters - he has to figure out why he believes what he does, and what he's going to base his ethics on and who he's going to put his trust in.

Basically, my favorite thing about him is how he deals with a loss of identity and faith and recovers from it.

I'm putting a lot of my break with Catholicism (and conservatism generally - I grew up with my entire extended family treating liberals and centrists like Satan incarnate) into this particular facet of his character - of a loss of faith in the institutions and people, but not necessarily the entire message, and how to reconcile that with a newly secular, leftist worldview. So... yes. it's all secretly projection. oopsy.

Thank you for the ask!!!

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Hello sweetie. May I have 7) “I dreamt about you last night.”, 14) “Can I have this dance?”, “I couldn’t live without you.” and “I’m yours, in every way possible.” with Sonny Carisi (I'm heads over heels for that man) with female reader, please. Thanks :) - @reading--mermaid

for @reading--mermaid. sonny carisi x female!reader.

word count: 2240

rating: e for everyone, because a wedding brings everyone together, for better or for worse, but in this case definitely for the better (pretty much fluff! tw: mentions of alcohol.) 

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For the moment, you remember why you wish you could be an only child.

“You’re bringing your boyfriend. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

“You know, when I dreamt about you last night, I completely forgot about the part where you’re absolutely insane,” you comment mildly. Your hand reaches for your glass, and Jane just sighs. “Guess it just slipped my mind.”

“Uh-huh. So he’s coming, then?”

Your sister is glaring at you from across the table, but you don’t look at her, focusing instead on the brunch menu.

“Seems like I might try the scallops today,” you hum, and she just rolls her eyes.

“You’re allergic to seafood, dumbass, and you’re bringing your boyfriend.”

“No, I’m not, Jane.” Your voice is firm, and when she narrows her eyes at you, it’s your turn to give the dramatic roll. “Look. I don’t want to bring him. Barb’s my friend, and I love her, and I’m excited for her, but that wedding is going to be shitshow. The last thing I want is to scare him off because dear old Uncle Phil decides to get too rowdy and Aunt Julia decides to drink two bottles of wine instead of one at the reception.”

“That’s just how weddings work,” Jane counters, and when you open your mouth again to argue, she raises her hand. “It’s a shitshow, but it’s sweet. You’re a bridesmaid, sweetheart. And unless you want one of the bridal party trying to flirt with you all night, your boyfriend is the perfect protection. Plus, I want to meet him!”

With a sigh, you lift up your hand to tie your hair back, your scrunchie forcing the mess into a bun. “You’ve met him,” you say, with no lack of petulance, but Jane just sighs.

“Once. For like, ten minutes, in passing. You’re both always busy, and not only that, but I know Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind meeting the guy that you’re basically swooning over every time you talk to them on the phone. How long’s it been that you’ve been gushing about him? A year?”  

That makes your brows raise, and Jane can surely see them even over the menu. “They’re coming, then? For sure?”

“For sure. Uncle Phil paid for their flight. Said he wanted the whole family there, and that means every brother they can manage.” There’s a moment of silence as Jane glances around. The waiter still hasn’t come for your order, and so she busies herself with a drink of water before speaking again, letting you ruminate on the fact. “Just. Think about it. Please? For me?”

So, you do. You think. And while the prospect of Sonny meeting your… eclectic family is terrifying; you can’t help but think that he’s… well. He’s Sonny. And when you think about him meeting your parents, finally…

With a sigh, you put down the menu, interlock your fingers, and when you look up, your sister is flashing her puppy eyes at you.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll ask. And if he’s not busy, which he always is, I’ll bring him,” you relent, just to get her to stop looking at you like that. There are practically tears in her eyes. Immediately she breaks out into a grin, a little cackle added on. “But you owe me the name of your firstborn. I don’t care what David says, sister’s honor.”

“No shit,” Jane returns. You shake on it, making you chuckle. “Easiest deal I’ve ever made.”

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Sonny says yes. Immediately. No hesitation. It’s a testament to how fantastic he is that when you bring it up over takeout that night, he seems absolutely delighted at the prospect.

Of course, you try to warn him.

“You might not be available the day of,” you point out.

His response is easy as he takes off his jacket, drapes it over the back of your couch. “If you give me the date, I’ll take time off right now. Liv’ll be fine with it, you know that.”

“My parents will be there,” you warn, and while the moment gives him pause, he ends it with a smile.

“Good.”

Good. Good. To meeting the parents? You want to poke him, see if he’s an alien or something, but he’s still smiling and all you really can do is kiss him for it.

“You know, all of my family is a pain in the ass,” you state bluntly, a last ditch effort. He snorts, and you reach to stab him with your plastic fork, the takeout he brought home not yet opened up and dug into. “I’m serious! It’ll be a mess, okay, and if I can spare you that –“

He just chuckles, reaching to pull you into his embrace. You melt into it – by this point his button down is off, leaving just his undershirt. He smells like home, and you can’t help but sink into the feeling. “Sweetheart, that’s family. Trust me, all right? You’ve met my sisters, you’ve met my parents. It’s about time that I return the favor.”

When he kisses your temple, you’re realizing with a twist of your lips that he’s unfortunately pretty damn great.

“You know, you won’t be able to really talk to me until the first dances,” you tell him, just for shits and giggles, and that earns you another kiss, this one on your cheek, your neck, your jaw, behind your ear.

“But I’ll be able to see you.”

So, it’s done. The car is rented, the hotel is booked, and when the weekend of comes around, and the two of you hop into your car and make the three-hour ride up.

Of course, the wedding is about as much of a pain as you expected it to be.

It should be noted that you love being there for your cousin, and she looks absolutely stunning her gown. It’s not the gown, or your own dress (which is plain and deep burgundy, styled perfectly with a matching lip). It’s not the ceremony, which makes you tear up, as her and her wife seal the deal with a kiss that you hoot and holler at. It’s not the food or the drinks or the venue or anything else that came together for Barb’s perfect day.

It’s the family.

Aunt Julia goes just as hard as you expect her to. Uncle Phil’s jokes are crude, but… inevitably get a laugh from one side of the family or the other. Your nieces are chaos incarnate, and half your time as bridesmaid is spent wrangling the dog that was made the ring bearer, your bathrobe getting caught on every doorhandle in the place. By the time the reception comes around, you’re exhausted and close to tipping over, navigating the intricacies of a big family with poise and grace you’re sure God probably gave you just for that day or something.

It’s a mess.

It’s your mess.

And Sonny, that day? Well. Sonny… is Sonny.

Sonny helps you catch the dog the first time it escapes (and the second time, and the third time). Sonny, due to some last-minute stomach bug, ends up helping out as usher, and makes every single family member he escorts to their row and aisle and seat smile. Sonny, at his place at the table where your parents sit, spends the whole night chatting them up, and you and your sister at the table with the bride and groom, can only watch from a distance.

“He’s crushing it,” Jane tells you. David’s sitting there, too, and he’s also enraptured with your boyfriend. The weariness of the day starts to wear off, and now that the pictures are done the drink in front of you is white wine and your belly is full. “Don’t look now, but I think Dad’s writing the invitations for Thanksgiving.”

There’s a pride that fills you, then. It’s been coming the whole day, but in that moment, you feel like you’re about to burst. You’re grinning, and when he glances over to where you are, well.

“You know what? Let him,” you say, and your eyes don’t leave Sonny as he winks and goes back to his story. “He really is crushing it.”

Soon the meal is done. There’s cake, and laughter, and you watch as Barb shoves her piece into Meredith’s face with unbridled glee. At that point you look around for your boyfriend, but he’s nowhere to be found. Neither are your parents for that matter, and you’re sliding out of your heels so you can troll around, eating cake, looking around for them.

Eventually, though, they come back. It’s in the middle of the first dance when you feel the familiar presence behind you, and his hands move to wrap around your waist as you watch the brides sway together, the rest of their lives ahead of them.

“Just in time,” you tease. “I thought I’d have to go solo out there.”

He turns you, so your vision of the brides is now full of him. You haven’t got to linger on it yet, but right here and now, he looks stunning. While the men in the bridal parties have black suits, Sonny’s is a beautiful navy, with a pocket square that matches the color of your dress (you’re almost ninety percent sure it’s from that lawyer he knows, but you don’t bring it up, kind of hoping he’ll keep the full ensemble). “And keep the world from seeing my awesome dance moves? No way.”

You giggle. The wine, the meal, the end of the day approaching. You’re loose, and he’s smiling, which makes you grin. “Saw you dodging the chocolatey fingers of my nieces and baby cousins,” you point out, and his eyes widen for a second before he glances around, peeks over your shoulder.

“Yeah, just, uh, don’t tell ‘em where I am. I think it’s part of their game to see who gets the most fingerprints on me by the end of the night.”

The DJ announces the end of the first dance, welcoming the bridal parties onto the floor. Sonny lights up at this, and offers his hand to you. “Can I have this dance, beautiful?”

Your smile softens, just a tad. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The music is slow, but not glacial, and Sonny starts it off by holding you proper. Soon enough, though, you’re moving into each other, and your head is resting on his shoulder, the slow sway of the brides what you’re mimicking. It’s gentle, and sweet, and for the moment you allow yourself to close your eyes.

Everything else slips away. All that’s left is the music and Sonny against you. Your dress brushes against your feet, still bare and cold against the dance floor, but nothing can bring you out of this ecstasy.

His voice is low against your ear, almost raspy as the song fades into something new, and the DJ announces the rest of the group can join with their significant others. “You know, I had a good time with your parents,” he murmurs, and you laugh lazily against him.

“I noticed. Be careful, I think my mom was thinking of kidnapping you so you can tell her all the Carisi family recipes.”

“Now those are top secret,” he informs you, seriousness in his tone, and when you pull back to look at him there’s mirth, even with his little pout.

“Obviously. I’ll distract, and you’ll hit the road.”

He laughs now, and it’s easy. It’s like breathing, the two of you. “Right. Well. We did talk about other things, while I was ensuring the safety of my family’s legacy.”

That peaks your interest, and you raise a manicured brow. “Like what?”

For a moment, he pauses. He’s caught, looking at you, under the lights, and for a moment you think he’s not going to say anything at all. But then he leans in, presses your foreheads together, and the world stops.

“I told ‘em… I told ‘em I’m yours, in every way possible. I told ‘em how I couldn’t live without you, and I told ‘em how I don’t want to.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and when you blink a couple of tears fall. “Sonny…”

“I told them, how one day, I’m gonna propose, and I’m gonna ask you to marry me. And I told them, how I really, really, hope you say yes.” His voice is definitely raw, now, and your swallow is tight. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Of course not, I’m not proposing now, but. I just… I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much being a part of your family, how much it means to me. And… I hope you want to be a part of mine.”

The slow music ends. The DJ is cheering now, and the crowd is clapping, and soon something more upbeat starts. But you’re stopped, in the middle of the dance floor, and before you can think you’re pulling him into a deep kiss, pressing up into it on your toes.

When you pull back, your mascara is running. But you don’t care. You couldn’t possibly care less. “If you think I’m saying anything but yes, whenever the hell you ask me, Dominick, I –“

He kisses you again. And when the world fades away once more, it’s because the two of you know that your whole lives are ahead of you, too.

[all-that-tmnt-jazz]

Could I ask for headcanon’s of bayverse!Mikey with a reader who isn’t traditionally fem? Like a total tomboy who’s even pretty androgynous looking and doesn’t dress fem?

Absolutely. 100% LoveLoveLoveLoveLove! Thanks for the idea, dear Anon!!

Warnings: Slight NSFW (mentioned only). One swear

Incarnation: Bayverse.

Extra Info: N/A

Mikey:

He actually thought you were a guy at first

(mostly because he’s a smol bean)

But you made that clear when you first introduced yourself

“Um… hi. I’m Y/N, she/her pronouns.”

He almost didn’t know what to say.

“I’m Mikey. Um. He/him pronouns?”

“Pleasure,” you say, offering him a hand to shake.

“Um… Totally…”

From there, it’s just normal questions and conversation

“You’re not afraid of me? What’re you doing out so late? What kind of job do you do that makes you walk him so late? Can I offer to walk you home tomorrow night so you’re not alone if you get mugged again? Can I have your number so you can text me when you’re out of work?”

He’s totally a sweetheart about it, but you definitely can see he’s starting to flirt

You laugh it off, taking it as a sign of him making a good first impression

From that point on, he literally meets you at work at the end of your shift every day

He takes you to the rooftops for the mere reason of getting to talk to you

It’s hard to talk to you if you’re down there and he’s on the rooftops

He loves listening to you talk, even if you’re just complaining about work

Long hours, coworkers, terrible rules, and even worse management

His favorite stories you tell are the stories of Karens you face- whether it be at work or in day-to-day life

He literally loves spending time with you- he sometimes claims to be tired just so you two can walk slower

Your friendship has gotten to the point where you have started bro-hugging your greetings instead of shaking hands

You both want to hang out on weekends but you are both too shy to ask

So, one weekend, he finally invites you over to the Lair

He isn’t shocked by seeing you, he’s surprised at how much more relaxed you look out of uniform

How much different you look- a good different!

Instead of khakis. You sported loose, distressed jeans. Instead of loafers, you wore Jordans. Instead of a collared t-shirt, you wore a distressed muscle shirt and a leather jacket. Instead of having a hair tie tying your hair to the back of your neck, you gelled it.

You reminded him of Danny from “Grease,” and he low-key loves it

When you two get to the Lair, you are immediately seen by Raph, who is trying to play baseball by himself

“Oh my god, you must be Y/N,” Raph says to you

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?”

“Nothin’, just date Mikey already- he will not shut up about you, I shit you not.”

You are immediately flustered

Mikey is, too, and goes to Raph

“Stop it, I have a reputation to uphold!” Mikey mutters

“You want to tie her up? What is up with you?”

“Raph!”

“Shut up Raph! We all know I’d take control,” you’d say

Raph and Mikey both have wide eyes as they stare at you

Mikey smiles, both proud of you and embarrassed

That was so in-character for you, but also the subject matter

“Mikey, if you don’t marry her, I will.”

You have never seen Mikey literally hiss before

But you pull Mikey away from Raph and ask him to show you around

It’s been a few months since then, and you’ve met the rest of his brothers and his father

They’ve gotten used to your presence around the Lair

They know you spend most of your time with Mikey, and they don’t really mind

You still take time to hang out with them, either individually or in a group

You hadn’t really been a Knicks fan, but a while later, you let yourself get convinced by Mikey

So, that’s how you ended up finding yourself in the jumbotron of the Madison Square Garden

You, Mikey, and his brothers were all watching the Knicks beat the Laker’s asses 130-78 in the last quarter

Once the obvious winner was determined in the last second, you took Donnie’s pea shooter

“Mikey, control your girlfriend!”

“That’s not my job! I drink Respect Women Juice! Also, we’re not dating!”

Donnie rolls his eyes as you take aim toward the coach of the Lakers

“I bet you can’t aim it onto his nose,” Mikey says to you

“If I don’t?” you ask him

“You have to get me individual pizzas for a week,” he smiles

“And if I do?”

“Your victory, you’re choice.”

You smile at this information.

“I’m not telling you my end of the deal until after I get it on his nose.”

You shoot a glance to his brothers, paired with a wicked- yet nervous- smirk

They then knew what you were doing

You focus your attention on the Laker’s coach- Frank Vogel

You watch him closely, predicting his moves

And then, you fire. It’s going to be close, but… It makes it, directly on target

You celebrate and Mike pouts.

“Whatever. What’s your end?”

“You date me.”

His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t complain.

That was about a year ago now.

You still laugh about how you won

[consulaaris]

flickering in the night 

shepherds of haven

red antiqua x f! MC (rhiannon vasi)

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It’s not unusual for Rhiannon to have trouble sleeping (or rather, for her to avoid it to escape the nightmares). 

It is, however, unusual for her to encounter someone else during her nightly forays into the Shepherd’s compound common areas. 

At the moment Rhia is curled up in the middle of one of the couches, with a thick woolen cloak wrapped around her and a cup of khav in hand to ward off the chill. She finds herself staring off into the fireplace, the raging tempest of her mind calmed by the crackling flames. 

“Fancy seeing you here!”

Despite its enthusiastic tone the exclamation is quiet, but the interruption startles Rhia from her reverie and she blinks owlishly towards where the newcomer stands silhouetted in the doorway. She knows who it is, of course; she’d recognize Red’s voice anywhere (and realizes, somewhat ruefully, that she should’ve expected that he of all people would be awake at this hour). 

“I could say the same of you,” she says with a small smile, taking a sip of her khav. 

Red makes his way into the room, running a hand through his wild red hair and greeting her with a lopsided grin. “I lost track of the time again working on my research. You know the drill- once I get started…” He shrugs helplessly, and Rhia can’t help but chuckle in response, amused at how characteristic of him it all still feels.

“It’s nice to know some things haven't changed. What have you been working on these days?” She sets her mug down on a nearby table and pats a spot on the couch next to her, a silent invitation for him to join her there. 

His green eyes light up at the question as he takes a seat next to her, and Rhia shifts to face him. She’d always been genuinely interested in Red’s studies- though she’d never really had the time or passion to pursue her own when they were at the Circle, she’d loved listening to him ramble about whatever topic had caught his interest and contributing where she could. It’s an easy pattern to fall back into; and it’s nice, she thinks, to have someone she feels she can be more open with again. Their topic of conversation eventually shifts from magic to travels to their respective lives over the past decade, talking for what could have been minutes or hours (and it feels a little bit like maybe both of them are trying to catch up on missed time, clinging to the nostalgia of the way things used to be), before falling eventually into a companionable silence. 

Without even really realizing it, they’d moved closer to each other as they spoke- now only a few inches separating them. The energy between Rhiannon and Red is vaguely electric, although she’s not sure whether her own rekindled attraction to him is impacting her perception of the situation. 

Because when Rhia looks at him then, really looks at him, she thinks- not for the first time- that he is a beautiful thing. Her gray eyes trace the high planes of his face, the little scar on his chin, the faint freckles dusting his tanned skin. Illuminated by the flickering of the light his hair looks even more akin to molten flame, and she can’t help but feel like a moth drawn to the fire. But it’s not you who’s going to end up hurt, whispers the little voice in the back of her mind. She bites her lip, tries to ignore it, but when Red looks down to meet her gaze his face breaks into a gentle smile. There’s something almost unbearably tender in his expression, and more emotions than she can name burn in the back of Rhia’s throat, behind her eyes. 

Her lips part slightly, but no words come out.

Maybe that’s for the best. 

She wants to be gentle, to be open, to be as guilelessly honest with Red as he is with her. She tries, aches with the very force of it. But Rhiannon is a storm incarnate no matter how much she tries to bury it within herself, and she’s only ever brought destruction to the things she loves. So she is deeply, desperately afraid. Because she does love him; has been slowly, inevitably falling again since the moment he’d wrapped his arms around her when they’d met again at the Circle. Because no matter how much it scares her... she can’t deny that Red feels like home. And maybe it’s selfish but she can’t quite bring herself to give him up. 

So despite her better judgement Rhia finds herself curling closer to Red, resting her cheek on his shoulder. (If there’s a slight intake of breath as he wraps his arm around her in reply, then that’s no one’s business but hers.) He smells of books and ink and something vaguely sweet, and it’s as comforting as it is achingly familiar. 

“You know,” Red says after a moment of silence. “This reminds me a little of the times we stayed up late as kids in the Circle. All those late nights we spent goofing off, talking for hours…”

Rhiannon can hear rather than see the smile in his voice, and she snorts. “More like late nights making out, you mean.” 

His answering laughter is as bright as the sun, and Rhia’s heart flutters at the sound. “That too.” He pauses a moment, and she feels him shift slightly beside her. “I’ve missed you, Rhia. Missed this. I’m glad to have you back in my life.”

Red’s tone is affectionate and light, but there is an unspoken question in his words. Rhiannon knows how to answer- knows how she should answer- because it’s the same thing she’s been doing to everyone who’s tried to know her since she left the Circle all those years ago, pushing them away for their own safety so she won’t have to add to the constant shadow of guilt that already haunts her. But before she can even think it through her mouth is already forming a reply. 

“I missed you too,” she whispers. “A lot.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then,” he says, and though Rhia isn’t entirely sure in which way he means, the quiet delight in his response is unmistakable. She’s still not certain she’d managed to keep the note of longing from entering her own voice, but if Red noticed he chooses not to say anything else in favor of drawing her closer and settling back into the couch. 

Neither of them say anything more, but laying there curled up against her former sweetheart Rhia feels… warm. Without even really meaning to, she begins to drift off to sleep- lulled by the steady rhythm of Red’s heartbeat- although if she had been a little more awake, she might’ve felt Red press a gentle kiss to the top of her head before falling into a deep slumber himself. 

In the morning, she’ll realize that it was the first night she’s slept in months without a nightmare.

[cialbi]

Boy with Hope: Lavender - Chapter Four

Summary: Severely depressed and addicted to alcohol, you had given up entirely on life. Your passion was gone, your friends had left you and you found yourself completely alone. As you closed your eyes for the last time, the smell of lavender wafted through your nose and a boy with purple wings appeared above you.

Genre: Angst, Romance, Fantasy

Pairings: Angel Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: Language, Depression, Alcoholism

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The smell of citrus had you blinking your eyes open. It was a familiar smell, comforting. A scent you hadn’t smelled in a long time.

As your vision adjusted and your foggy head cleared, you noticed a display of stick-on stars plastered to the ceiling, glowing faintly against the autumn colored sunlight. You’d put them on almost every inch of your childhood bedroom when you were ten. Living in the city, stars were a rare sight, so you had concluded that this way, every night would be a starry one.

You sat up, knees hugged to your chest. A Disney princess blanket was draped over your lower half and ruffled pink pillows supported you comfortably as you leaned back against the headboard of your childhood bed. Looking around made you feel nostalgic, happy even. Seeing the array of stuffed animals that surrounded you and the zoetrope on your white wooden nightstand left a warm feeling in your gut. But something poked at your brain, telling you something was not right.

‘How did I get here?’ You wondered, though the thought felt distant, unimportant.

Before you could dwell on it, there was a knock at your door. “Y/N, can I come in?” That voice. You knew that voice.

“Yes, come in.” You said, almost automatically.

The door creaked open and the curly brown head of your mom poked in from behind. “Hi there sleepyhead, how are you feeling? I brought you some dinner.”

How were you feeling? “Um.. fine, I think?”

Your mom gave a soft laugh, entering your room with a tray of her special spaghetti and a tall glass of water. She placed the delicious smelling food on your nightstand before taking a seat beside you on the bed and reaching to place a hand on your forehead.

“Hmm… you’re still a little warm.” She confirmed. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

Scrunching your brow, you tried to think about how you’re feeling, but all that comes up is a groggy mush and that irking in your tummy. An irking that this is an unusual situation and you’re not supposed to be here.

“Well…” You started. “I don’t feel sick.”

She smiled, her pale pink lipstick looking like a flower petal. “That’s good to hear. You really had us worried.”

Looking at your mom was surreal. It had been so long since you’d seen her face; her beautiful, soothing face that always put your mind at ease. On many occasions she’d been your support, held your hair back as you vomited from the overindulgence of alcohol. She’d scraped you off the steps of your house and helped you bathe away the sweat and barf in your hair. She had held you close as you cried from the pain of intoxication, and nursed you the next day with lots of water, alka seltzer and tums. She’d done so much for you, and in return all you did was fall deeper into the hole you were digging. And as you looked at every line of her face and her softly applied makeup, you couldn’t help but pull her into a hug.

“What’s this?” She giggled, hugging you back.

“Im sorry, mom.” You murmured, your voice muffled by her wool sweater.

“Oh, honey.” Ever so softly, she began to rub your back, something she did whenever you were distressed. It was soothing, familiar, and full of love. You couldn’t help but cry.

“I’m so sorry.” You blubbered, burying your face further into her shoulder.

“You should be.” The tone of her voice suddenly changed.

You blinked. ‘What?’  

That irking feeling began to scream as your mom’s grip tightened. The digging of her nails burned your flesh and had you yelp in pain.

“Mom what are you doing? Stop!” Wriggling, you tried to break free but she was too strong. When did she get that strong?

She laughed. Not the kind hearted laugh like before, but a morbid laugh that sent a chill down your spine. Nuzzling your neck, her lips ghosted your ear. “You’re a disappointment.”

Your eyes widened, tears spilling down your cheeks at the comment. Your mom had always expressed her concerns for you, her doubts and sadnesses, but she had never said anything so cruel before.

There was a tiny tickle on your cheek. With surprise, you used all your strength to pull yourself away from her chest only to see the woman you loved most crawling with cockroaches. Screaming, you scooched back against the wall and away from her. ‘Not this again. Please, not this again.’

Your mom didn’t move, sitting there with a deep frown on her lips. “How were we so unlucky to have a daughter like you?” She scowled.

Whimpering, you cried “Mom! I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry? You’re always sorry, but you never change. You can never change!” She grabbed your shoulders, fingernails piercing your flesh. You shriek in agony. There was a chirping noise as the cockroaches began to flood the room and creep their way up onto your bed. You bit your lip, sobs leaking out of your mouth. Shaking you, your mom growled. “You’ll never change! You’ll never change!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” You repeated.

The chirping noise grew louder as the roaches overtook your arms, little legs writhing like snakes against your skin. You screamed again, trying to free yourself from her death grip but failing miserably. As you struggled, your mom relinquished one hand, only  to grab your forehead in another strong hold. You gasped as she began to smash your head against the wall.

“Die!” She raged.

“Stop!” You cried. Your scalp became wet as  blood trickled down your neck. “Please stop mom!”

“Die already!” Her eyes flashed red, her flower petal lips pulled back in a horrifying snarl. “Just die! Just die!”

Just.

DIE!

Your eyes shot open, the sight of your ceiling fan welcomed you with gentle blows of cool air. ‘Ugh. Just a dream.’ You groaned aloud and flopped your arms across your face in exhaustion.

“So, Sleeping Beauty finally wakes.”

You sat up abruptly to see the black-haired man from the hallway sitting in your desk chair with his legs apart and hands folded neatly in his lap. There’s a clear smirk on his striking face as he eyed you in amusement.

“You… what the fuck are you--” The throbbing in your head cut you off. You put a hand to your forehead and breathed deeply, sweat soaking through your shirt.

“I take it you didn’t sleep well?” He quipped, the look on his face made you want to smack him.

Ignoring him, you rubbed your temples and swallowed thickly. Your mouth was dry and there was an irrevocable thirst that itched in your throat.“Wh-um--what the hell happened?”

He adjusted himself, leaning back against the chair and crossed his arms over his chest before extending a ringed finger to point at your bedside table. “Water’s over there.”

You looked to where he pointed, and sure enough there was a tall glass of water and two tablets of Advil just beckoning for you to claim them. Your muscles groaned as you reached for them, swallowing the tablets first and then finishing it off with desperate gulps of water. When you finished, you placed the empty glass back on the table and wiped at your lips.

The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow at your eagerness. “Better?”

You coughed, choking a little on some spit. “Um.. yeah. Thanks.”

His pretty lips tugged into a sneer, a suitable expression for his intimidating appearance. “Don’t thank me.”

An awkward silence flew between you two. You looked at your hands and pinched at your wrist, not daring to meet the scary angel-man’s boring stare. At least you assumed he was an angel too, since he seemed to be Hoseok’s friend. And he had one of those silver crosses. But you would not at all be surprised if he turned out to be the devil's incarnate.

“So.” His voice broke the silence, startling you to look up at him. His chin was angled so that his lashes cascaded a shadow down his cheekbone, making him look even more beautiful and even more frightening. “What do you remember?”

You took a moment to collect your thoughts. Your head was fuzzy, but you could faintly remember running barefoot like a maniac all the way to Martin’s Liquor. “Did I…?

“Drink?” He snorted, leaning forward to rest his chin on top of his folded hands. “No. But you did cause one hell of a shitstorm princess.”

You furrowed your brows quizzically. “What do you mean?”

The dark-haired man cracked a smile. Not a cheerful, warm and fuzzy smile like Hoseoks. The kind that makes you feel like the whole world is in on a joke about you. “Went absolutely bananas. Destroyed half a liquor store. Almost killed a guy. Any of that ring a bell?”

Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were saying, the words started to tumble out. “That wasn’t my fault! I was being attacked. They were everywhere, those… those…” You gasped, finally remembering everything. “Cockroaches.” Shifting your position, you were now completely facing him, eyes almost pleading. “You have to believe me. They were there. It wasn’t a hallucination, I swear.”

“Oh I believe you, sweetheart.” He licked his lips, eyes rolling to look at the ceiling in a bored sort of interest.

“You.. you do?” You leaned forward eagerly.

The angel brought his head back down to level with yours. His expression was unreadable. “I believe you thought they were there.”

Your jaw clenched. “So you think I’m crazy.”

“I don’t think you’re sane.” He said matter of factly.

On top of being terrifying, this guy was a colossal jerk. Tears started to well in your eyes. You felt frustrated. You knew what you saw. But none of the other store clerks had seen it. Could you really be crazy? After everything you put yourself through, have you officially snapped? You were obviously seeing things that no one else could see. You trashed a store and, like the angel said, nearly killed a guy. The friendly, freckled face of the store clerk, soaked in blood flashed through your mind. A deep pang of guilt stabbed through your heart.

“That guy… is he ok?” The shame made you stare at the floor as you begged the question.

The dark-haired man sighed. “He’s fine. Hoseok took care of everything.” The dubious look you shot him made him sigh again. “With magic. He took away their memory and healed that guy you shoved. You don’t have to worry about a lawsuit anymore. All they’ll think is that the store was trashed by a crazy robber, or something like that.”

“Oh…” Was all you could say in response.

“That’s it?” He raised a brow. “No questions?”

You shook your head.

You should be asking more questions. This whole thing was utterly perplexing. Magic? Erasing memories? You knew about the healing, but it still caught you off guard. You should be freaking out, or running out the door again. But you had no energy left and you felt like you were going crazy. So you slumped back against the wall and allowed more tears to fall.

“Oh god. I’m completely insane.” You whimpered, lip quivering.

The dark-haired man fished out a pack of cigarettes followed by a silver lighter. He stuck the cancer stick between his lips and lit it, taking a long drag and exhaling deeply. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“Ok that’s enough.” A stern voice called.

Hoseok appeared from behind your kitchen door. He was holding a plate of steaming food and a glass of orange juice. His eyes were fixed with a warning stare which he directed towards his stoic friend. With a tut, he made his way over to your bedside and placed the food in your lap and the OJ in your hands. You sniffed, wiping away the tear stains and taking a little sip.

“Yoongi-hyung.” His voice softened but remained firm. “You can’t say things like that to her.” He turned his attention back to you. “Don’t mind him, love. He’s an incurable asshole.” You heard a grunt of disapproval. “Here, eat something. You must be starving.”

It felt like a millennia since you last ate, but as you looked down at the nicely prepared pancakes, you couldn’t find it in yourself to eat. Instead, you avert your eyes to the two men who are now seated side by side, with Hoseok seated criss-crossed on the floor and Yoongi still comfortably reclined in your desk chair.

They both stared at you in intense silence, as if you’d explode if one of them dared to move. You looked once more at the food, then back at them. A new found frustration boiled in your veins. How in the hell did they expect you to eat now? The entire situation was bananas, you felt bananas. And despite your exhaustion, you now had questions and a burning desire for some sort of emotional release.

“I’m sorry.” You started. Biting back the hostility in your voice, you slid the food off your lap and placed the OJ on your nightstand. “You have to forgive me. It’s been--well it’s been quite the day. First, some strange man breaks into my apartment, claiming to be an angell and heals me with his bare hands. And then, would you know it, sprouts enormous purple wings. Ok yeah, that’s weird. But then his moody, outcast-wannabe friend appears out of nowhere, tries to grab me--”

“Moody outcast? Is that me?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the strange man with purple wings.”

“--and basically calls me crazy.” You continued, throwing them a ‘shut-up and don’t interrupt me' glare. “I see hundreds--no thousands--of disgusting mother-fucking cockroaches trying to flipping eat me, but no one else seems to see that. Instead I’m just this batshit-bonker balls lady who almost killed a guy and probably backrupted an entire store. Than this brooding asshole--”

“Yoongi.”

“--I don’t care. Tells me you--” You throw your arms up at Hoseok. “--apparently erased their memories, and used your magic-hands to heal that poor guy, which still sounds ridiculous. So please. Forgive me for asking. But just what in God’s fucking name is going on here and should I check myself for a psych-eval now or just wait until I actually kill someone. Because honestly, I still have no fucking idea if this is all in my head, or am I really--am I really standing here, venting my life problems to two of the lords chosen ones who have been the entire center of this loony-tunes day.” You take a deep breath, regaining all the lost oxygen you have just spent on your tirade, and turn to face the dumbfounded expressions of angel-dee and angel-dumb. “So now, I’m going to be quiet, and hope that for heaven’s sake, one of you will explain.”

“Uh…” Yoongi was the first to speak up. Not breaking eye contact with you, the dark-haired angel slapped a hand across Hoseok’s shoulder. “Wow man. Good luck with this one.”

Hoseok blinked in disbelief, like he doesn’t know where to begin. “Uhm… demons.”

Now it’s your turn to blink in disbelief. “Guzuntight?”

Blinking a few more times, Hoseok seemed to regain his composure. “Yes. Those were demons.”

“I’m sorry, demons? I thought you guys were angels.” You narrowed your eyes at Yoongi. “Except maybe this one.”

Yoongi returned your glare with sparks flying between you two. “He means the cockroaches.” He explained, sliding back into his collected demeanor.

“Wait.” You wiggled a finger next to your head as if the motion could somehow translate english to english. “The cockroaches… are… demons? Demons?”

Hoseok cleared his throat, preparing for a long explanation. “Yes. Well… sort of.” The ‘I-do-not-follow’ look on your face urged him to continue. “Let me put it this way.” He stood and held out a hand, palm facing up. A single glowing orb generated from his hand and hovered inches in the air. You gasped, because despite everything you’d seen today, you were still not used to this who magic-thing. “Every human has a soul. Bright, hopeful, full of light.” He said. “But when that soul is shrouded in darkness, it invites demons to come and manipulate that soul until there is no light left.” As he said this, the orb’s glow gradually dimmed until it was completely gone.”Our job as angels is to protect these particular souls and help them to find their light again, so that it doesn't disappear and leave the human empty.”  

You nod. This all sounds completely bonker-balls, and you’re not entirely following, but you decide to probe further. “So… those cockroaches were demons… coming after my… my soul?”

Hoseok grinned, squinty eyes twinkling as you were finally putting it together. “Yes!”

Demons coming after your soul. Not the most illogical thing you’ve heard today. “Ok, but wait. Why haven’t I seen them before?”

There was a pause. Hoseok’s eye-smile dropping, lips dipping into a said frown. “You tried to kill yourself.”  At the same time, all three of you lowered your gazes to the floor. Another moment of silence passed before Hoseok continued. “That’s when the soul is almost completely consumed by the darkness.”

You bit your lip. “So then I’m…”

“No! Don’t worry. Before I could let that happen to you, I brought you back.” The orange-haired angel assured you. “It’s just now… everytime you reach out for that darkness… it’s like a perfume for demons. They’re attracted to that scent of humans giving into their… well… personal demons. They take on your worst fear and use that fear to devour you. Your soul is still so sunk in black that even the slightest relapse will send them on your tail.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Could you say that in a way I can understand?”

“You drink, you’re demon food.” Yoongi chimed in.

Hoseok’s eyes rolled to the ceiling as he breathed through his nose. “As a manner of speaking.”

You laughed bitterly. “Great.” The one thing your body desperately wants and you couldn’t have it. Because if you do, your soul turns completely black and demons get to eat your innards like spaghetti.

“Think of it like a cockblock. Don’t drink and the demons won’t bother you. Simple.” Yoongi affirmed, giving you a solid thumbs up which made you groan. Hoseok was right. Incurable asshole.

“Well no. It’s not that simple.” Hoseok smacked his friend’s leg. “We need to find a way to bring back that light in your life. And until then, I’m here to stay.

You frowned. You almost thought it was better when he was just a psycho on the loose. Because having a legitimate messenger of God all up in your business was way too much pressure. And to be frank, kind of scary. “And for how long?”

Hoseok scuttled over to take a seat next to you. “See this?” He tugged at the cross around his neck and presented it to your line of vision. He tapped softly next to an onyx jewel embedded in the middle. His gorgeous face beamed with excitement. “This is your soul… well a representation of it. When this completely turns white, then I’ve completed my mission and I’m out of your hair. I swear.”

Looking over to Yoongi, you eyed his necklace which also had an onyx jewel in the center of his cross. The dark-haired angel followed your gaze and looked down too. Then suddenly he stood up.

“And with that, I’m outta here.” He said plainly. “Got my own business to attend to.”

“Still haven't found her, hyung?” Hoseok asked his friend.

Yoongi sighed, a ghost of a sad smile on his lips, which surprised you to see any sort of emotion from him. “She’s a tough one to find.”

Before you could ask what they’re talking about, Yoongi made his way to your window, opening the latch and raising the pane all the way up. He perched like a hawk about to take off, the glowing autumn light casting a lovely glow against his porcelain skin.

“Hey!” You yelled, jumping to your feet but not daring to move.

“Don’t worry princess. They may not be purple, but they’re just as big and just as strong.” He said, sending you a little wink.

Your mouth opened and closed, wondering what he meant until two huge black wings burst from his back. They beat a couple of times to adjust themselves, sending a soft current of wind against your face.

“Oh my God.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Yoongi chuckled melodically, a beautiful sound you never thought his snarky lips could make. “Not quite.”

“Let me know when you find her, hyung!” Hoseok shouted after the dark-haired man as he leapt from the window and disappeared from sight.

Your head began to spin as yet another unbelievable thing just happened today. As you sat back down on your bed, you turned to look at Hoseok, trying to find any words. But all that could come out was, “Can’t you guys just use the friggin’ door?”

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A/N 

Again, pretty much unedited. Will go back later to edit. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! 

Cial

[girlbossfrankshepard]

So I have this idea for a Six modern/reincarnation/ghost...thing

Ok, the somewhat complicated premise is that there's these six modern women who, as their paths entangle, come to learn that they are the new incarnations of the six wives of Henry VIII as they gain memories of their past lives and ultimately become one with them. It's like advanced factkinning probably. Also the main thing that triggers this awakening in them is their lives that happen to echo their historical counterparts in certain ways. So when they decide to all write and perform in a musical together (which was Jane's idea btw) they're really expressing every part of themselves. They all have different distinct names, but for the purposes of this I'll be referring to them how we would recognize them. Here are the backstories I've come up with:

Catalina is a practical hard-working religious woman who married her high school sweetheart believing that they would be set for life, but to her disappointment she ended up being the one having to take up all the responsibility of supporting their family while he just screwed around. After years of her trying to keep everything together and them having a teenage daughter, he still ended up leaving her for a younger woman and she did not take that easily. She fought the divorce, but ultimately he got his way and all she got out of it was a settlement, a strained relationship with her daughter, and the pity of her friends.

Anne is a singer-songwriter who broke her way into the recording industry through a flirtatious relationship with a successful music producer. She really wasn't actually interested in pursuing anything physical with him, but she played along with it because she knew that was what was gonna help her career. Despite her success artistically, she got a pretty bad reputation among their social group for being petty and childish and manipulative and always starting shit. It got to the point where, even when her relationship with the guy became violently abusive and he almost killed her, she still suffered the most public consequences from it because of his ability to control the narrative and people being unwilling to sympathize with her.

Jane is a sweet simple woman who acts in community theatre and sells crafts she makes online. She was also deeply in love with a volatile and unpredictable man. He had baggage and various struggles that she hoped to ease while being with him. No matter what he put her through, she was patient and kind and forgiving. She truly wanted to spend her life with him and they even had a child together, but things ended tragically between them. His destructive habits resulted in his untimely death, leaving her to raise their infant son alone and blaming herself.

Anna began as a hopeful dancer, and all her life her family and friends had told her how beautiful she could be if she just tried hard enough. Inside, she wasn't comfortable with it and wished that she could just be recognized for her talent instead of being made to be something she wasn't. Then, when she finally got into the spotlight, she was ruthlessly mocked for her looks and received a lot of nasty harassment. But instead of it breaking her, she felt liberated from the desire to conform to anyone's expectations and embraced presenting herself the way that made her most happy. And, wouldn't you know it, she ended up making a lot of money doing that.

Kitty is a young star of Instagram and Tiktok and toying with the idea of a singing career, but underneath her charming and lively persona she holds much sorrow. She was groomed by multiple older men as a child, and part of that included them getting her into unsafe drug use. At this point in her life she's come to accept the belief that she's inevitably going to die young and acts rather blase about it, even though deep down she's terrified. She’s tried to commit to getting clean before, but didn’t have much success on account of her having too many enablers.

Cathy grew up poor and had to take many crummy jobs in order to get by. On top of her studies and her emotionally draining activist work, that made it very difficult for her to find the time and energy to form relationships with people. She did meet someone though, and she came very close to getting to have a stable love in her life. But then on cue her job demanded that she pack up and move to the UK asap. It was well-paying and secure and offered new opportunities to her, but it meant having to leave behind all the people and places she cared about.