#what if i started sobbing right here and now

[ghostmoon1]

Hello again !! May I request a Roach and Ghost x Reader who's experiencing period cramps,?

(The type that pain meds won't help, like- no matter the strength, they'll always just, do nothing. I have those and I feel like I'm getting scammed ngl/lh)

-Spidey anon

Decided to switch the name up a bit to feel less edgy😔😔😔

Hello again my lovely Spidey Anon!!

Great to see you back hehe! And seriously, I feel you there bc I get it bad like that too :( I've found meds made for targeting that pain that personally help me sometimes (Wish it was all the time but nothing is that perfect I'm afraid) and yeah, shit SUCKS. I hope you feel better soon and I hope these help!!

I might have done a wee bit... more for you to enjoy??

Ghost and Roach dealing with your period pain!

Ghost is well… he’s not very sure of how to help, but he's gonna do anything he can to make you feel better.

You wake up sometime during the night, eyes flickering over to the microwave, the blurring numbers telling you it's either 2 or 7 am. The way the streets were shrouded in darkness told you it was the first option. You were slightly hunched over, one hand holding your belly in a sorry attempt to help the pain that wouldn't stop punching your guts, the other clinging desperately to the small throw blanket that you had dragged off the bed for comfort. You padded across the room, although it made no difference once you opened the cupboards for a cup, your hand slightly preoccupied with the pain relief you had grabbed from the bathroom in hopes it might help even the tiniest bit. A clash and clatter echo across the room as multiple cups pour from the cupboards, landing all over the counter and floor.

You stood there in silence, staring at the kitchen's mess. This was not something that you wanted to deal with in the middle of the night, nor at any time right now. A small and strangled whine escaped your lips as you tried to keep the tears from spilling, staring at the cups on the ground still. It didn't take long for the warm tears to start to roll down your flushed cheeks, the weight of every small thing finally getting to you. The pain was too much, making you want to curl into a ball and never get back up, your lunch was cold in the middle even after trying to warm it up multiple times, you had spilt your coffee this morning, and to top it off, you just made a mess of the kitchen. Nothing had gone right today, and all you could do was cry.

It didn’t take long for footsteps to echo from the hall, and a very worried Simon Riley to appear in the doorway. “Luv? What are you doing out here at this time of the night?” he murmurs, swiftly making his way to your side to pull you into his chest.

“I needed something to help. But nothing helps,” you manage to sob into his chest between small hiccups, even a bit of drool now staining his shirt.

“Help…? What…?” he trails off as he realises what the date was, pulling you closer as he whispers and coos sweet praises into your ears. “Oh luvie… you’re okay,” 

He stands almost awkwardly as he holds you, wanting nothing more than to help but being unsure of what he can do to help. He takes his time as he sits you on the counter, cleaning up the mess of cups on the floor. He mutters to himself as he picks up a cup for you to use, frowning. “You have a… favourite cup, luv?” he mutters, smiling to himself as he earns a small giggle from you. He grabs you a glass of water and helps you take the pills, knowing they probably won't do much to help but he wishes for them to take the edge off. 

He takes you back to bed right after, telling you that you need your beauty sleep and that it’ll help, although he's slightly unsure if it really will. 

The next morning you wake to the smell of your favourite breakfast wafting through the house, dragging you up from the warmth and comfort of the blankets. Once you step foot into the kitchen, you're greeted with kisses being peppering along your cheek, jawline and neck. “Morning, Luv. Sleep well?” he’ll murmur into your ear, his hands moving along your waist to gently paw at your belly. He places a mug of coffee into your hands and one last kiss to the cheek before he returns to cooking you an amazing breakfast. 

“You wanna’ see if the pills will help at all luvie? I put them on the table,” 

And sure enough, when you turn around there's the pills on the table, ready just for you. But the table is also decorated with a vase of your favourite flowers, chocolates and a new plushie, all of which he must’ve got during the early hours of the morning. “Oh, and the kettle is boiled so if you want a hot water bottle, just tell me, yeah luv?”

He may be a little unsure at times when its that time of the month, but he hates seeing you in pain. So of course he’s going to treat his special girl the best he possibly can.

Roach is the type to be the biggest cuddle monster you’ve ever known.

You lay curled up in bed, the pack of pain relief and a glass of water thrown onto the bedside taunting you as you desperately clung to the hot water bottle for even an ounce of relief from the pain. They were horrible this time around, pain throbbing through your belly and this time not even rolling yourself into a ball could help. Nothing could help, besides curling up in bed and praying for the pain to go away.

Your desperate attempts to feel the pain away were interrupted by a soft knock on the door and the slow creak of it opening. Roach popped his head into the bedroom, his soft features becoming even softer as he witnessed your struggle with the pain. He was silent as he padded across the room to your side, kneeling down and placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“Oh baby… you don’t look too well. Have you had the pain relief?” he asks quietly, his fingers tracing slow circles on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. His frown deepens as you nod and he notices the packet of pills on your bedside. “Oh no baby, they aren’t working for you huh?” 

He watches how your features scrunch up in pain for a moment before not waiting any longer nor asking before he slips into the bed behind you. His chest presses against your back, one hand slipping underneath the hot water bottle and gently massaging your stomach and the other coming up to play with your hair, cooing and whispering sweet praises. His legs tangled with yours as he tried his best to comfort you and to take your mind off the pain, lulling you to sleep. He stays with you the entire time, his hand gently massaging your stomach in an attempt to rid the pain, trapping the warmth from his body and the hot water bottle under the blanket with you. 

Whenever you wake, grumbling softly with his body still slumped over yours you’ll find him fast asleep as well. With a weak push he wakes, mumbling softly in your ear and pecking small kisses against your shoulder, whispering “Sleep okay baby?” and “Does it hurt? What can I do?”

If you ask, he’ll carefully untangle himself from your embrace ti fix some pills and water up for you in hopes they might help even a tiny bit, or if you ask for food he’ll either cook you up whatever you’d like, or order via the phone so you won’t have to move an inch. Don’t worry, he’ll look after you, he just wants you to relax and let him help.

[scoupsakakitty]

More 14th member please angst too pleasee HAHAHA

Unspoken Tears | idol!Svt x idol!14thmember x idol!Mingi | angst, drama

The dorm was unusually quiet that night. Seventeens youngest member, Y/N, sat curled up in her room, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. She bit her lip, fighting the sobs that threatened to escape. The voices of her older brothers—her Seventeen members—echoed faintly through the walls. They were in the living room, playing games, laughing, and teasing each other like always.

But tonight, she couldn’t bring herself to join them.

For weeks now, she had felt the shift within herself. Her once bright and cheerful personality had dimmed, replaced by an unfamiliar heaviness in her chest. She tried to hide it, to smile and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the pain lingered.

She thought she had been prepared. She thought ending things with Mingi had been the right decision. Their relationship had started in secret, pushed by their management teams for publicity, but it had quickly turned real. Too real.

And now, it was over.

Her heart clenched painfully at the thought of seeing him tomorrow at the MAMAs. Would he look at her the same way? Would he pretend that nothing had happened between them? Or worse—would he look at her with regret?

A sudden knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Y/N? You awake?” It was Joshua’s voice, gentle and filled with concern.

Y/N quickly wiped her eyes and cleared her throat. “Y-Yeah. What’s up?”

There was a pause before the door creaked open. Joshua stepped in first, followed closely by Jeonghan and Woozi. Their expressions softened the moment they saw her puffy eyes and trembling lips.

“Y/N…” Jeonghan murmured, closing the door behind him.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, plastering a fake smile on her face. “Really, I—”

“Don’t,” Woozi interrupted, his voice firm but caring. “Don’t say you’re fine when you’re clearly not.”

Y/N’s smile faltered, and Joshua sat down beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Talk to us,” he said softly. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

For a moment, Y/N hesitated. She didn’t want to burden them with her problems. They already had so much on their plates with rehearsals and schedules. But as Jeonghan sat down on her other side, offering her a tissue, the dam broke.

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, “It’s Mingi…”

Joshua and Woozi exchanged glances, while Jeonghan squeezed her hand.

“The rumors,” Woozi said carefully. “Are they true?”

Y/N nodded slowly. “They were. But we’re not together anymore.” Her voice cracked. “We broke up.”

Jeonghan frowned, his protective instincts flaring up. “Did he hurt you? Did he—”

“No! It wasn’t like that,” Y/N interrupted quickly. “It’s just… we couldn’t make it work. We were both so busy, and we barely saw each other. It felt like we were always chasing each other but never catching up.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.

Joshua sighed. “That must’ve been really hard on you.”

Y/N buried her face in her hands. “I still love him. And tomorrow—I don’t know how I’m supposed to face him.”

Without hesitation, Jeonghan reached out and pulled her into a hug.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, gently rubbing her back as she sobbed into his chest. “Let it out. We’re here.”

Woozi and Joshua exchanged another glance, silently agreeing on what needed to be done.

“Stay with her,” Woozi said softly, giving Jeonghan a nod. “We’ll go let the others know what’s going on.”

Joshua stood up and placed a reassuring hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder before following Woozi out of the room, leaving the two alone.

———————————————————————————-

Joshua and Woozi stepped out of Y/N’s room, closing the door gently behind them. The two exchanged silent glances, each of them still processing what had just unfolded.

As they walked back into the living room, the rest of the members immediately turned toward them. The cheerful vibe from earlier had completely shifted to tense curiosity.

Seungkwan was the first to speak. “Well? What’s going on?”

“Is she okay?” asked Mingyu, standing up as if ready to barge into her room.

“What happened?” Hoshi added, pacing nervously.

Joshua held up his hands to calm them. “Sit down. All of you.”

There was a shuffle as everyone quickly gathered, their eyes locked onto the two.

“Y/N…” Woozi started, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s going through a breakup.”

“A breakup?” Vernon repeated, eyebrows furrowed. “With who?”

Joshua hesitated. “Mingi.”

The room fell silent for a moment.

“What?!” Seungkwan practically yelled, breaking the stillness.

“You mean the Mingi from Ateez? That Mingi?!” DK looked genuinely shocked.

“How did we not know about this?” Dino asked, his voice quieter but equally concerned.

“They were keeping it private,” Woozi explained. “It wasn’t supposed to get out, but… yeah, it’s true.”

“And it’s over now,” Joshua added softly.

Mingyu shot up from his seat. “Wait, wait, wait. Did he do something to her? Did he hurt her?”

“No!” Woozi quickly clarified. “It wasn’t like that. She said they just… couldn’t make it work because of their schedules. But she still loves him.”

“That’s why she’s been so off lately,” Wonwoo said, his voice calm but heavy. “I should’ve noticed.”

Jun, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. “I knew something was wrong. She hasn’t been herself for weeks.”

“Why didn’t she tell us?” Minghao muttered, clearly frustrated.

“Because she didn’t want to burden us,” Joshua said.

“Burden us?” Mingyu scoffed. “We’re her family! We’re supposed to protect her, and we didn’t even see it happening.”

“Calm down,” Seungcheol said firmly, though his own voice carried a slight edge. “We can’t change the past. What matters is that we’re here for her now.”

The room fell quiet again as the weight of the situation settled over them.

Hoshi finally broke the silence. “So… what do we do now?”

“We support her,” Woozi said simply. “Tomorrow’s going to be tough for her, especially seeing him at the MAMAs. We make sure she knows she’s not alone.”

Before anyone else could speak, the door to Y/N’s room opened, and Jeonghan stepped out quietly. The lighthearted moment faded as they all turned to look at him.

“She’s asleep,” he said softly, his voice calm but tired. “I stayed with her until she calmed down.”

The group relaxed slightly at his words, but their concern lingered.

“Thank you,” Seungcheol said, giving him a small nod.

Jeonghan offered a faint smile. “She’s hurting, but she’ll be okay. We just need to be there for her tomorrow.”

Everyone nodded, determination replacing the earlier panic.

———————————————————————————-

The arena buzzed with excitement as idols and fans filled the space. Seventeen sat at their designated table, cameras constantly flashing toward them.

Y/N’s nerves were on edge. Despite the support from her members the night before, her chest tightened every time she glanced at the Ateez table.

“Hey,” Seungkwan said, nudging her lightly. “Don’t think about it too much. Focus on us, okay? We’re going to kill it out there.”

Y/N smiled weakly. “Okay.”

But the moment Ateez took the stage, her resolve crumbled. Mingi’s presence was magnetic, and despite the distance, their eyes met for the briefest moment. It was enough to stir all the feelings she had tried so hard to bury.

Mingyu, noticing her distress, leaned in. “You good?”

Y/N swallowed hard and nodded, but he wasn’t convinced. Reaching out, he held her hand under the table, offering silent comfort.

———————————————————————————-

When the performances ended, the groups began mingling. Y/N tried to stay close to her members, but it didn’t take long for Mingi to approach her.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the noise around them.

Immediately, Jeonghan and Mingyu stepped closer, their protective auras flaring up.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said, stopping them. “I’ll be fine.”

Slowly, they backed off but stayed within earshot.

Mingi’s eyes were filled with regret as he led her to a quieter corner. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but I didn’t know how.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her defenses already crumbling. “What is there to talk about? It’s over, Mingi.”

“I know,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about you.”

Her breath hitched. “Then why did we let it end?”

“Because we didn’t have a choice,” he said bitterly. “You know how it is in this industry. We’re always busy, always under pressure.”

Tears welled up in her eyes again. “I hate this. I hate that we had to choose our careers over each other.”

Mingi stepped closer, his hands trembling. “I hate it too.”

“Do you still…” Y/N couldn’t finish the question.

“I do,” Mingi said without hesitation. “But I don’t know how to fix this.”

She looked down, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “Neither do I.”

From a distance, the Seventeen members watched closely, ready to intervene if needed. But as Y/N and Mingi continued talking, their tense postures softened.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of everything unsaid hung heavy between them.

“I’m sorry,” Mingi finally said. His eyes searched hers, desperate for understanding. “For everything. For how things ended. For not being there when you needed me.”

Y/N blinked back tears. “You don’t have to apologize. It wasn’t your fault, Mingi. We both knew this wasn’t going to be easy.”

“I know, but—” He cut himself off, clenching his jaw. “I hate how it happened. I hate that we let it fall apart.”

Her heart ached at his words, but she forced herself to stay strong. “I do too. But we tried, didn’t we? We gave it everything we had.”

“And it still wasn’t enough,” he muttered bitterly, looking away.

Y/N stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “No, it wasn’t. But maybe that’s not a bad thing.”

He turned back to her, confusion in his eyes.

“We needed more time,” she said, her voice steadier now. “More time for ourselves, for our careers. We were so caught up in trying to make it work that we didn’t realize we were hurting ourselves in the process.”

Mingi’s shoulders sagged, and he let out a long sigh. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she dropped her hand from his arm. “I think we should let this go—for now.”

“For now?” he repeated, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N nodded, her throat tightening. “Not forever. Just until we’re both ready. Until we can give each other what we deserve without feeling like we’re choosing between us and our careers.”

Mingi’s eyes softened as the weight of her words sank in. “You really think we’ll get another chance?”

She gave him a small, sad smile. “I don’t know. But I want to believe that if it’s meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he reached out to cup her face gently. “I don’t want to let you go,” he murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek.

Tears finally spilled freely as she leaned into his touch. “I don’t want to let you go either.”

They stood there for a moment, their breaths uneven, the air heavy with unspoken words. Mingi’s hand lingered on her cheek, his eyes searching hers as if memorizing every detail.

“Can I…” His voice faltered, raw and unsteady. “Can I kiss you? Just one last time?”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the plea in his voice. She swallowed the lump in her throat and gave a small, trembling nod. “Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate. Slowly, almost reverently, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that made her knees weak. It wasn’t a desperate kiss or one filled with regret—it was soft, lingering, and full of love.

When they finally pulled away, Mingi rested his forehead against hers, his hands still cradling her face.

“I’ll wait for you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with conviction. “No matter how long it takes.”

Fresh tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, but she managed a fragile smile. “Me too.”

Mingi let out a shaky breath, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before stepping back slowly.

And with those words and that final kiss, they said goodbye—not forever, but for now.

———————-————————————————————

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by all thirteen members. Their eyes were fixed on her, waiting patiently as she gathered her thoughts.

“Okay,” she began, taking a deep breath. “So, I guess you all know now… about me and Mingi.”

There were a few murmurs, but no one interrupted.

“It started about a year ago,” she continued. “At first, it was just… the company pushing us together for PR stuff. But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling fake.”

She glanced up, gauging their reactions. Most of them looked surprised but not judgmental, which gave her the courage to keep going.

“We tried to keep it a secret, but it got harder as things got serious. I really cared about him—I still do.” Her voice cracked slightly. “But being idols… it’s not easy. We were always busy, always apart.”

She paused, and Seungkwan handed her a tissue. She gave him a grateful smile before continuing.

“We started arguing. Not big fights, just… miscommunication. We kept missing each other’s calls, canceling plans. Eventually, it felt like we were holding each other back instead of supporting each other.”

Wonwoo spoke up. “So you broke up because of the distance?”

Y/N nodded. “And because we didn’t want to resent each other. But it still hurts. A lot.”

DK leaned forward. “What did he say tonight? Did he want to get back together?”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers twisting the tissue in her lap. “Not exactly… but it felt like he wanted to.”

The room fell quiet as they waited for her to continue.

“He asked if he could kiss me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A few of the members exchanged glances, but no one interrupted.

“And?” Mingyu finally asked, leaning forward.

“I said yes.” Her cheeks burned slightly, but she kept going. “It wasn’t just a kiss. It felt like… closure. But also like a promise.”

“A promise?” Joshua repeated.

She nodded. “He told me he’d wait for me—no matter how long it takes. And I told him I’d wait too.”

The room was silent again, but this time it felt heavier.

“That’s not really a breakup then,” Vernon said quietly.

“It is,” Y/N replied quickly. “For now. We agreed to let it go, at least until we’re both in a place where we can give each other the time and attention we deserve.”

“But what if that doesn’t happen?” Dino asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Then I guess it wasn’t meant to be,” she said softly. “But I want to believe it is. I have to.”

There was another pause before Jeonghan gently asked, “Do you think you’ll be okay seeing him at events? Working in the same industry?”

Y/N swallowed hard. “I don’t know yet. Today was hard, but… having you guys with me made it easier.”

Jun reached over and squeezed her hand gently. “You know… it’s okay to not have all the answers right now.”

She looked up at him, her eyes still glassy. “But what if I never figure it out? What if this feeling doesn’t go away?”

“It will,” Joshua said softly. “Not right away, but eventually. And until it does, we’ll be here to remind you that you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Y/N gave him a weak smile, but her shoulders still sagged under the weight of it all.

Seungkwan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I think what you did was brave, you know?”

“Brave?” she repeated, almost laughing.

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said firmly. “You could’ve held on and let it get worse, but you didn’t. You let go even though it hurt. That takes courage.”

DK nodded. “And it’s not like you shut the door completely. You both agreed to wait and see what happens later, right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, but what if later never comes?”

“Then you’ll deal with it when the time comes,” Seungcheol said. “But right now, you don’t have to force yourself to let go of what you feel for him. It’s okay to miss him. It’s okay to hope.”

Her eyes welled up again, but this time it wasn’t from sadness—it was relief.

“I just feel like I’m stuck,” she admitted. “Like I don’t know whether to move on or hold on to what we had.”

Jeonghan smiled softly. “Then don’t decide yet. Give yourself time. No one’s rushing you.”

“Except maybe Mingi,” Vernon teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.

Y/N let out a small laugh, and the others joined in. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to lighten the mood.

“Whatever happens,” Minghao said, his voice calm but sure, “you’ll get through it. And if you ever need to cry again, don’t do it alone, okay? Come to us.”

Y/N nodded, looking around at all of them. Their faces were filled with genuine care and support, and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel so lost.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “All of you.”

Dino grinned. “That’s what we’re here for. And if he ever messes with you again, just say the word and we’ll handle it.”

The room erupted into laughter, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay.

———————————————————————————-

Later that night, Y/N sat on her bed, replaying the events of the day in her mind. The pain was still there, but so was the warmth of her members’ support.

She didn’t know what the future held—whether she and Mingi would find their way back to each other or not.

But for now, she wasn’t alone.

And that was enough.

[l-starsz]

a/n: i know christmas was yesterday and this is probably a very silly little fic but oh well🙂

christmas day. i woke up excited. i was spending the day with my family, and billie had left me some presents to open. i was most excited to give my family their presents and to open my presents, especially the ones from my girlfriend. we spent the morning opening presents and just spending time together.

billie got me the most beautiful presents, i made sure that she didn’t get me loads or anything expensive because honestly the perfect christmas gift would’ve been just spending the day with her and the people i love. i wanted to get her presents though, and she argued that if i was getting her presents then she should be allowed to get me some.

we couldn’t spend christmas together since we were gonna be with our families all day. although i loved spending time with my family, i missed my girl. i wanted her there. i’d been so happy all day, but a tiny part of me just felt slight sadness because i missed her. and that feeling started growing larger as the day went on.

after a long day, i was sat in a quiet area on my own, i was exhausted, and a wave of sadness washed over me. why did i feel like this? i’d had such a good day and i still felt sad. i was surrounded by so many people who loved me, yet i still felt so lonely. i stayed there thinking about my feelings for a little while before i couldn’t take it any longer.

i quickly walked out of the room, rushing upstairs to the bathroom and letting small tears run down my cheeks. my makeup was getting ruined. how did i feel so sad on such a good day? why? i just let the tears run down my face until i was sobbing. that was when i decided i needed her. i’d needed her all day, but i was at my breaking point. i couldn’t take the feeling any longer.

i opened my phone and went to billies contact as quick as i could. once my thumb was hovering over the call button, i hesitated. i didn’t want to ruin her day just because i was sad. what if i ended up ruining her whole christmas. i didn’t want to do that. but she told me to call her if i needed anything. i didn’t know if this counted. i didn’t want to disturb her time with her family.

i sat there for almost 10 minutes trying to make up my mind, but in the end i called. i couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, and i couldn’t show my face while i was crying, the only way to help was to talk to her. small sobs left my mouth as the phone rang. i didn’t think she’d answer since i knew she was busy. but after a few rings, i heard her voice down the phone.

“hey angel, how’s things going? you having a good day hm?” her voice was gentle and caring, which made me miss her more.

“billieee.” i cried out as i tried to calm myself down, fingers playing with the fabric of my shirt.

“oh baby, what happened? why are you crying?” she spoke even softer, trying to comfort me through the phone.

i took a deep breath in and managed to calm down a little as i spoke.

“i feel really lonely billie. and i don’t know why. i’m surrounded by people who love me yet i still feel so sad and lonely. i wish you were with me.” i sniffled.

i was starting to get calmer since i was hearing her voice and it felt like she was here. it felt like she was closer.

“if you need me to come and pick you up right now you know i will.”

“but i don’t wanna just randomly leave when i’m meant to be spending time with my family. and i don’t wanna disturb your day by being sad.” i mumbled.

obviously i wanted her to come and get me, but i felt guilty.

“you are not disturbing anything. you can’t help feeling sad. you didn’t choose to feel this way my love. i just want to be here to give you all my love and support. how about we change our plans a little, yeah?”

“thank you.” i whispered, my voice breaking again as i spoke, “and what do you mean? how?”

“do you think it’ll help if i come and pick you up a little later tonight? then people will be leaving and you’ve spent time with them, i’ve spent time with my family, and then you can come here and spend the rest of your night with me and my family. does that sound good?” she spoke calmly down the phone.

“are you sure bil? will your family mind? do you mind?” i didn’t even realise i was asking so many questions.

“i wouldn’t of said it if it was a problem baby. i promise you that we want you here. i’ve been missing you all day too and i’d love if you could come over.”

i thought about it for a minute and then happily accepted. how could i say no? we spoke for a few more minutes before ending the call. i looked in the mirror to clean my makeup up a little bit, making myself look presentable once again before going back to where everyone was.

we all spoke for a little bit before i quickly told my mum that billie would be picking me to soon. surprisingly, she said that was fine, and although it felt like i was waiting for years, she showed up soon enough. as soon as i opened the door, i practically jumped into her arms and buried my face in her neck. she spun me around and held me close, making me giggle.

she came in to speak to my family for a little bit, then we went outside to her car. once we were in, we just sat there for a minute.

“i’ve missed you so much billie.”

we hadn’t had much time to see eachother that week. going from seeing eachother everyday to barely for an hour a day was difficult. it was only for the week of christmas since things were so busy for both of us, but it was still difficult.

“i missed you way more angel.”

“that’s impossible.” i mumbled as she began driving us to her house.

once we got there, i greeted her family and then we went to her room for a little bit. we laid in bed together as i relaxed in her arms. my head was hiding in her neck. my hands were holding on tight to her shirt. we stayed like that for a few hours, talking the whole time. everything felt peaceful with her.

eventually, maggie walked in the room.

“hey do you girls wanna watch a movie with us?”

i looked up at billie, then at maggie and i nodded. obviously billie agreed too and we went downstairs. i had a blanket wrapped around my shoulders to keep me warm. we cuddled up in the corner of the sofa as the movie started. throughout the movie, everyone chatted a little quietly to eachother, and before i knew it i was fast asleep in billies arms whilst the movie was still playing. i didn’t feel so lonely now.

(unfortunately yes i did still feel incredibly lonely on christmas even though i was surrounded by people who love me so um yeah that’s what gave me the inspiration for this😶)

[maskedbyghost]

Hi, idk if you take requests like this but I just watched It ends with us for the first time and I did not expect to be sobbing😭!! I was wondering if you would be willing to write a story like that but with Ghost being the man who saves her? If not I totally understand but I cannot get this out of my mind!!

Here is something short and sweet this time, but I love this idea and I plan on writing a few longer chapters for this, I just don't have the energy to write angst right now haha. Hope you enjoy!

When you finally unlock your apartment door and step inside, you’re met with the sight of him. He’s pacing—boots scuffing quietly against the floor, hands flexing at his sides.

You’ve seen this version of him before—steady and focused. He stops pacing as soon as his eyes meet yours. There’s worry in his gaze, but with every right.

“You’re late,” he says, his voice calm.

You hesitate, letting the weight of your bag drop from your shoulder as you shrug off your hoodie. His eyes flicker downward, catching the bruises on your arms. You freeze under his scrutiny, guilt and shame swelling inside you, threatening to choke you.

“It’s nothing,” you mutter, brushing past him toward the kitchen. You reach for a glass, your hands trembling as you fill it with water.

He follows you, though he doesn’t say anything right away. You can feel him watching, before he finally speaks.

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Instead, you focus on the glass in your hands, watching the water ripple under your trembling grip.

“He said he’s sorry,” you say, the words hollow even as they leave your lips. “He promised me this time would be different.”

His hand finds the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly as he leans slightly toward you. “And you believe him?”

“I have to,” you whisper, hating the way your voice breaks. “I don’t have another choice.”

“The hell you don’t,” he counters, as he steps closer, cautiously breaching the distance between you. “You do have a choice. You can leave. You can get out before he does something worse.”

“And go where?” you snap, the question tearing out of you before you can stop it. You spin around to face him, tears stinging your eyes. “I don’t have anyone. I don’t have anything. Starting over isn’t that simple, and you…you don’t understand.”

He doesn’t flinch at your outburst. Instead, he steps even closer, his gloved hands twitch at his sides before he reaches out, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

“You’re right,” he says softly. “I don’t understand. But I do know you don’t deserve this. No one does. You’re stronger than you think, and you’re not alone. Not anymore.”

The words hit you hard, a sob escapes before you can catch it, and suddenly, everything feels too overwhelming. Your knees threaten to give out, but he’s there, steadying you, his hands firm yet tender.

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs, holding you with care. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

For a moment, you let yourself lean into him, letting his words settle inside you. He doesn’t speak, and doesn’t try to fill the space with empty reassurances. Instead, he lets you cry, his arms an unyielding sanctuary.

Hours pass, though time feels irrelevant. He stays until the storm within you begins to calm. And when your tears subside and you pull back, there’s a flicker of hope inside you.

He brushes a tear from your cheek, his eyes meeting yours with an unspoken promise. “You don’t have to go back. We’ll get through this. One step at a time.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you believe him. And for now, that’s enough.

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[sunny374940]

Nothing will keep you from me

So what happened after Rook was pulled from the Fade prison? A lot of tears, in my opinion.

Here on ao3

This was it, they were so close! This time they would find Rook, he was sure of it! He was full of energy, almost crackling with it, so unlike the shape he was in during the past few weeks. He would barely eat, his sleep was riddled with nightmares and all he could focus on was researching how to get Rook back. He wouldn't let anything stand in his way now, he would tear the blasted Veil down himself if that was what it took.

He was scanning the Fade around them, trying to find a way to breach the prison that held his love. And then he saw it.

“There, a light!”

He stuck his arm into the fade tear, heedless of the consequences it might bring. All that mattered was finally finding him. As he was searching with his hand, he felt something brush against his fingers. And then hold his hand with Rook's unmistakable grip.

“Heave!” he yelled. He wouldn't lose him now, not again! Taash and Lucanis grabbed at him and together they pulled, putting every ounce of their strength into the attempt. And then Rook was there, slamming into Emmrich, making him lose his balance and fall backwards.

Emmrich couldn't remember a happier moment in his life than this one, lying on the ground with Rook sprawled across his body. Relief was coursing warmly through him and nothing else mattered, not the Blight, not the gods, nothing but his love. He could distantly hear Taash and Lucanis cheering and then what sounded like Taash clapping Lucanis on the shoulder.

He turned his attention back to Rook. He seemed dazed and Emmrich thought he could see tears drying on his cheeks. He was awfully quiet, his eyes wild and Emmrich was left wondering just what must have happened to him in Solas’ prison to leave him in such a state.

He sat up carefully, taking Rook with him, but instead of allowing Emmrich to stand up, Rook stayed where he was, only shifting himself a little to sit across Emmrich’s lap. He raised a hand (was there a faint tremor to it?) to touch Emmrich's cheek, fingers catching on the stubble there. He studied Emmrich's face with a look of bewilderment.

“How long was I in there?”

A lifetime. An eternity. “A few weeks, darling, but what matters is that you are here now.”

“I-” Rook's voice cracked. “I thought I'd never see you again.”

He buried his face in Emmrich's chest, clutching at him like he was the only real thing in the world. His shoulders started shaking with quiet sobs and Emmrich could feel tears soaking into his shirt. His heart broke. He had never seen Rook so vulnerable before, so small. He drew Rook closer to him, fiercely protective. If Solas were there, Emmrich would have torn him to shreds for what he'd done. He looked up to see that Lucanis and Taash had mercifully retreated to give them privacy. Rook's sobs subsided and he looked up at Emmrich, eyes still glistening with tears.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, voice filled with guilt.Emmrich gaped at him. He was sorry? They failed him, he failed him, and he was sorry? They should have found him sooner, he should have worked harder, he should have-

Tears gathered in Emmrich's eyes. After all the misery, all the time of just barely holding himself together, he lost it. All the tears that had been pushed back while working on finding Rook came back with a vengeance, flowing hotly down his cheeks. He was hugging Rook to him tightly, desperately needing to feel his warmth, his heartbeat. He would never let him go again.

“My love, I am sorry for not finding you sooner,” he whispered back. He closed his eyes, resting his cheek against Rook's unruly curls. They tickled his nose, a feeling he usually abhorred, but he couldn't bring himself to move, caught up in inhaling Rook's scent.

Rook chuckled wetly beneath him. “I know your nose is itching right now.” He slowly raised his head to look Emmrich in the face and there it was, that perfect, brilliant smile that was only for him. Emmrich's breath caught in his chest. He was here! Really here, cheeks stained with tears and eyes bright with joy.

And then Rook kissed him, needy and wild. It was messy, their faces still wet with tears and Emmrich had never been kissed like that before. So much raw passion and longing and… love. Emmrich drew back a little to a discontented sound from Rook.

“I love you, dearest,” he breathed against Rook's lips.

Rook's cheeks were flushed and he was looking at Emmrich with such adoration that Emmrich almost felt himself undeserving.

“I love you too, vhenan,” Rook whispered. He then slotted himself against Emmrich's body with a happy sigh, tucking his head under Emmrich's chin. They sat there in silence for a while, basking in each other's presence. Then Emmrich spoke up hesitantly, not really wanting the moment to end.

“Darling, I think we should return to the Lighthouse. The others will be worried about you.”

“Yeah, right,” Rook answered with the same reluctance, but he got off his lap and Emmrich found himself sorely missing his warmth. He took Rook's offered hand to raise himself up as well and decided not to let go even after he was safely on his feet. Just in case.

They walked hand in hand over to Taash and Lucanis, who were sitting on a rocky outcrop, watching the sea.

“No, Spite, we are not chasing seagulls. They stink.”

“Want. Pretty. Feather!”

Taash looked up as they approached. “Are you two done kissing? I really don't wanna wait for Spite to decide he wants to jump off a cliff or something.”

“Yeah,” Rook grinned, though he was still wiping at his eyes. He squeezed Emmrich's hand. “Let's get back home.”

[winchesterwild78]

Broken pt 4

Master List

Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)

Warnings: grief, very light Smut, and a surprise

A/N:  Idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. This one is a little different than what I usually write. It has angst, lots of angst to start, and infertility issues. It's going to be a short series.

Minors DNI 18+

The next week Jensen and I reconnected and my love for him deepened. I was so wrapped up in being there with him and the time we spent together I felt a little better, lighter even. 

Tonight was no different than any other night we’d spent there. Jensen and I cooked dinner together. Jensen carried in enough firewood for the night and I picked a movie for us. 

The opening credits started and Jensen chuckled, “Really?” I looked at him and laughed, “Yes, really. Everyone needs an Olaf in their lives.” Jensen laughed and rolled his eyes. 

“Okay fine, but don’t expect me to sing.” I placed my hand on his chest and giggled, “Okay, Jens. I don’t expect you to, but I know you still will.” He smirked because he knew I was right. 

When we finished the movie we went to bed. Crawling into bed Jensen pulled me close to his side. He kissed my lips softly, “Baby I love you so much.” I smiled against his lips, “I love you too, Jens.” 

I bit my lip. I wanted to talk to him about trying for a baby, but I didn’t know how to start the conversation. Things have been so  up in the air since my father died, I wasn’t sure if he’d be open to trying right now. 

My grief was still raw, but being with Jensen, being here everything seemed perfect. 

Jensen sensed something was wrong because I had gotten so quiet. “Sweetheart, you okay?” “Yeah, um, well I was thinking, and you can say no if you think it’s not a good idea. I won’t be upset, I just think, no, well I..” I just kept rambling and Jensen placed his hand on my cheek, “Honey, take a breath. What is it?” 

I took a deep breath and let it out, “I think I want to try for a baby now.” Jensen leaned up, “Really?”

“Yes, daddy wouldn’t want us to put our lives on hold, and before this we were trying. So what do you say?” Jensen smiled, still holding my face, “Yes. If you’re ready, then I’m ready.” Then he placed a kiss on my lips. Soft at first and then full of want and need. 

He took his time with me, exploring every inch of my body. When we both reached our final climax my body felt like it did the first time we made love. So satisfied, wanted and completely his. I drifted off to sleep feeling safe in his arms. 

Around 2am Jensen woke up to the sounds of me whimpering and crying in my sleep. He tried to gently wake me up, but I didn’t wake. He sat up, turned the light on and saw the pain etched across my face as the tears fell from my closed eyes. My cries and moans broke his heart. 

He grabbed my shoulders and shook, “Baby, wake up. Come on Y/N, wake up baby. You’re having a nightmare.” 

I finally woke up and saw Jensen. “Shh, baby I’ve got you. It’s okay, you’re okay.” I sobbed into his chest as he held me, rubbing my head and back. 

“I’m sorry, Jensen. I’m so sorry.” “No, honey. You have nothing to be sorry for. This is completely normal.” 

Jensen held me close the rest of the night. I finally drifted off to sleep again, but it wasn’t restful. Jensen stayed awake holding me until the sun came up. Around dawn he drifted off to sleep once he was sure I was okay. 

We both woke up around noon. Jensen went outside to gather some more firewood and I went to take a shower. When Jensen came inside he heard the shower running so he decided to get the fire going and make some lunch. 

I got in the shower and let the hot water envelop my body. My muscles ached, my head hurt and my heart was still broken. I was mentally exhausted. Emotionally I was torn, my heart was broken because I missed my father, but my heart was also full of so much love for Jensen and the possibility of us having a baby. 

The emotions I tried to keep inside finally broke and like a damn the tears and sobs came rushing out. The weight of the past week was finally crashing down around me. I leaned back against the cold shower tile, slid down and sobbed. Hitting the floor of the tub I pulled my legs up to my chest and held on tightly. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My body shook with the sobs and grief that I bottled up.

Jensen finished making lunch and realized I was still in the shower. He thought it was strange because I had been in there for almost 40 minutes. 

Jensen walked to the bathroom door and knocked. “Honey, lunch is ready, are you okay? You’ve been in there awhile.” He listened but there was no answer. Then he heard the slightest sound, a whimper. 

He opened the door and found me in the shower on the floor crying. “Y/N, baby. I’ve got you honey.” He climbed in the shower and lifted me up holding on to me. The water, now cold, ran down his clothed body as he held me in his protective embrace. 

“Come on baby, let’s get you out of here.” My hands clinged to him as he held me tight. 

Jensen grabbed a towel and wrapped me in it. He carried me to the bed and laid me down gently. Grabbing one of his shirts he put it on me as he put a blanket over me. 

He quickly changed clothes and crawled in the bed next to me. As soon as I felt him beside me I collapsed in his arms. I felt like I was losing my mind. I was so numb and felt so hollow. 

Jensen was really starting to worry about me. He had no idea how to help me, but he was determined to figure it out. 

“Sweetheart, I’m here if you want to talk. Whenever you’re ready.” I just nodded. I wasn’t ready to talk yet. I just laid in his arms for a little bit longer. 

Jensen’s phone rang, piercing the silence that filled the cabin. He didn’t move. I looked up at him, “Jens, go ahead and answer it.” 

“No, whoever it is will leave a message and I’ll call them back.” “Jens, it could be important.” I didn’t want him to miss anything important because of me. “Please.” 

He reluctantly got up and grabbed his phone. It was his mom. “It was mom.” “Call her back Jens. Please.” He nodded, “I’ll be right out here. If you need me, holler.” I nodded.

“Hey mom, what’s up?” “Hey Jensen. How’s Y/N doing?” His mom asked. 

“She’s doing about as good as expected. One minute she’s okay, and the next it all comes crashing back. I don’t know how to help her.” 

“Just be there for her. During the highs and the lows. Especially the lows. Hold her and remind her just how much she’s loved. She has to work through this in her time, and we have to be patient with her.” 

“I am, mom. I just don’t want to push her, and I hate to see her in so much pain.” “Jensen, I know you well enough to know you’re not going to push her. You love her hard, and when it gets hard, you double down. She needs you now more than ever and she needs to know that the other man in her life isn’t going anywhere.” 

“I understand. Thanks Mom. I love you.” “You’re welcome, Jensen. Now go take care of our girl. I love you too, son.” 

By the time Jensen hung up with his mom I was out of the bed and walking towards the kitchen. He went through all the trouble of fixing something to eat, so I needed to eat. 

We sat together at the table to eat. Jensen watched me and carefully chose his words. “Mom said hello and she loves you and if you need anything to let her know.” I nodded. 

We sat in silence while eating. Jensen’s eyes flicked to mine. He saw the pain in my eyes and it broke his heart. “Thank you for eating, baby.” Again I just nodded. I couldn’t trust my voice. 

My heart beat fast in my chest. “Jens, I’m scared.” My voice barely audible, almost a whisper. 

Jensen stopped eating and looked up at me, “What? Why are you scared, baby?” I nervously picked at my fingers and bit my lip, “I lost my daddy, my one anchor to the world. Now I’m scared I’m going to lose you too. I can’t lose you. I wouldn’t survive that.” 

Jensen stood, pulled me into his arms, and held me tightly, “Baby, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me forever. You and I are going to be with each other until we’re 100. I’m going to be chasing you around in my wheelchair and we are going to sit on the front porch swing holding hands watching the sunset.” 

A small smile tugged on my lips. He always knew how to make my heart a little better. One of the things I loved about him. 

“100, huh?” I asked as he smiled and nodded. He gently kissed my lips and whispered, “100”.

We finished our meal and I walked over to the large floor to ceiling window in the living room and looked out at the fresh white snow. It truly was breathtaking. 

Jensen walked up behind me and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and then snaked his arms around my waist. I leaned back into him. 

Jensen rested his chin on my shoulder, I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it sent a shiver down my spine. 

Turning my head towards him I looked into his eyes. So beautiful and filled with so much love, it took my breath away. I turned and faced him, “Jensen, I’m so sorry I can’t move past this. You’ve been so patient with me and I feel like a damn yoyo. One minute I’m good and the next I’m on the floor sobbing.”

He cupped my face, “Baby I wouldn’t expect you to move past this. This isn’t the kind of thing in life you just get over. It’s going to take time, lots of time to be okay, and even if you’re not okay, that’s okay too. You talking about things, remembering him, hell even crying is helping you heal. You’re never going to get over this, but it will get a little easier every day.”

Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead I leaned into him more. “I love you so much, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N. We will work on this together. I’m not going anywhere.” 

A few hours later Jensen and I were sitting together on the couch just talking. The conversation was mostly light. He was talking about the filming and how Karl almost accidentally broke Antony’s nose. He was excited about the new series and he was a little nervous too. 

I sat listening to him and watching his face light up. When he looked down at me I saw his face falter a little. “Jens, what’s wrong?” He ran his fingers through his hair, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’ve been rambling on about stupid stuff and haven’t given you a chance to talk.” 

I smiled, “I love listening to you talk about your projects. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done and are doing. Please don’t dampen your light for me. I’m proud of you and so proud to be your wife.” 

He nodded, smiled and kissed me, “I’m so proud to be your husband. You’re one of the strongest people I know.” 

Our conversation continued and I felt myself finding a little more peace. My heart still ached for my father, but it was at peace with Jensen too. I looked over at Jensen, ready to tell him more about the turmoil inside me. “Jens, did I ever tell you my parents split for a little bit when I was a teenager?”

He looked at me with wide eyes, “No. I didn’t know that.” “Yeah, I was about 15 and I remember they got into a huge fight. Mom told dad to leave, so he, being the respectful man he was, packed up and left. My heart was broken. I barely spoke to my mom and finally decided to move in with my dad. My mom had me and Abby, and my dad had nobody. I couldn’t do that to him. Moving in with him was one of the best decisions of my life. We became super close. Dad taught me how to defend myself against “handsy boys” as he put it, he taught me how and when to plant a garden, he also taught me how to be strong. His heart was broken from the split with mom, but every day he got up, went to work and then spent the evening trying to repair the marriage. Eventually they worked it out and had a stronger marriage after, but I’ll never forget how much effort he put in even when his heart was broken.”

“Wow, sweetheart. I didn’t know that. I knew he was an incredible man, but that was amazing. I’m so glad you got to spend time with him, and that you shared that story with me.” Jensen kissed my lips softly. His hands tangled in my hair as he deepened the kiss. 

We started making out like a couple of teenagers. My giggles and his chuckles filled the air. He had me laid back on the couch and he hovered over me, “God I love your laugh, Y/N. You’re so beautiful.” I bit my lip, “I love you so much, Jensen. I can’t wait to have your baby.” 

He kissed my lips, “Why wait, let’s see if we can practice now.” He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. I giggled all the way down the hallway, “Jensen Ross, put me down.” “I will, once I get you in the room.” He laughed. 

He gently put me down and started peppering kissing down my neck and to my chest. Lifting my shirt off and removing my bra he exposed my breasts. His lips and fingers touching them and teasing them. 

Jensen laid me back on the bed and removed the rest of my clothes, then his. There was no urgency in the moment, just the connection of being together and in each other’s arms. Jensen’s touch was tender, like I was a porcelain doll that could break at any moment. 

He made me feel loved, worshipped, wanted. Our bodies tangled with each other for a few hours. Every second a little piece of my heart healed. Laying in his arms in the stillness of the room I knew I would be okay. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The first one in a while and dreamed of my dad.

*Dream*

“Daddy, what are you doing here?” “Hey peanut, I just wanted to check in on you. How ya doing?” “Oh daddy, I miss you so much. It hurts.” 

My dad pulled me into a hug, “Oh sweetie, I know it does, but you’re going to be just fine. You’re stronger than you think, and you’ve got yourself an amazing husband.” I nodded as the tears fell, “I know daddy. He’s been so incredible. You were right, daddy, he’s definitely a keeper.” 

My dad nodded, “Hey peanut, I have something for you. I know you’re going to be great and you’re going to be okay. I want you to have this.” As my dad turned back towards me he handed me a baby wrapped in a blanket.

I looked confused, “Daddy, I don’t understand.” He kissed my forehead and looked at me and down at the baby in my arms, “Don’t worry, you will.” 

Before I could ask him anything else I woke up. Jensen wasn’t beside me, and the room was dark. 

I couldn’t get the dream out of my head. I got dressed and found Jensen sitting by the fire reading a book. I smiled and walked over to him, “Hey baby.” He looked up and smiled, “Hey sweetheart, how’d you sleep?” Placing a soft kiss on his lips I whispered, “Better than I have in a long time, thank you.” 

The next morning after we showered and got dressed Jensen and I decided to take a trip into town. I felt better than I had in a few days, but I couldn’t shake the dream I had. 

Since that dream I felt so much better, more at peace, but I didn’t tell Jensen about it. I wasn’t sure how to tell him I dreamed about my dad and right before I woke up he handed me a baby. 

We went to the grocery store to grab some food and I found myself down the feminine product aisle. With everything going on I lost track of my cycle, so I grabbed some pads just in case. I glanced over and saw the pregnancy tests too. I grabbed one and tossed it in the cart with the pads. 

I have no idea what possessed me to buy one, maybe it was a habit, but I don’t know. 

Arriving back home I helped Jensen put away the groceries. I grabbed the bag with the pads and test in it and took it to the bathroom. I decided to go ahead and take the test, so I closed the bathroom door. 

I took the test, set the timer and sat on the side of the tub. The dream replayed in my head. When the timer went off I took a deep breath, stood and walked over to the sink. 

I closed my eyes, let out the breath and looked down. There it was, the results staring me back in the face. I swallowed hard and took in a shaky breath. 

Tears fell from my eyes. With shaky hands I grabbed the test and looked at it again. Jensen knocked on the door and it startled me, “Babe, you okay?”

I couldn’t speak. I opened the door and he saw the tears and immediately wrapped me in a hug. 

“Shh it’s okay baby. I know.” I pulled back. Even though I had tears streaming down my face I was smiling. He looked confused. “Jens, I…” I couldn’t speak. I just handed him the test. He looked at it, his green eyes flicked to mine and with a smile on his face he whispered, “Really?” 

I nodded, “Yes. Jensen. We’re pregnant.” 

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resonant ch33 dvd commentary

This was a problem child of a chapter as I tried to figure out the best path toward the next set of plot points, which, combined with the work months (Nov and Dec) from hell meant it ended up a bit late and thereby thwarted my hopes of breaking 200K words of Resonant by year's end, alas.

Favorite line(s):

“I want his head,” Daemon croaked, unable to calm the racing of his heart. “I want to swing the blade that cleaves it from his shoulders. Do not deny me this, I beg of you.”

SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN SOMEONE'S HEAD, HE DESERVES IT. Reyne's, Crayne's, Allard's...he's not picky right now.

Daemon glanced at the red on Viserys’s white-and-gold sleeve, still bright somehow despite being half-dried. How is it that you seek to spend my blood, brother?

The "blood to be spent" is one of my favorite of the candle's refrains to weave in, and it was fun to have a literal representation here.

[The sobs] were as quiet as they were heartbreaking, each wracking him violently, as though the pain of it were trying to bend him in half.

Anyone who's had a really intense cry knows exactly what that feeling is.

Rhaegar seemed to read his expression, and his arms tightened around Qelebrys briefly, as though apprehensive, before steeling his face and turning toward his brother. It was an impulse that was all too familiar to Daemon. He does not want his brother to think him weak.

You know it's bad when Daemon is seeing parallels with him and Viserys, rather than Aemon and Baelon.

Favorite Details

Daemon's victory

As someone pointed out in the AO3 comments, this is a rare occasion where Daemon outplayed Otto, who seemed to be expecting his leaked information about Daemon being seen visit Mysaria in Flea Bottom to result in far more dire consequences for him. He didn't realize that Daemon had been withholding information of his own.

(Granted, Daemon would gladly have continued to withhold the information about the bounty on his own head, had it not been useful in the confrontation.)

Redfort brothers

Sorry, @textbookchoices, I think you were envisioning something quite different when I promised Redfort content...

I don't know, just the utter heartbreak/tragedy that was the Redfort twins' lives in those early years, where they didn't understand why people behaved so strangely and why there were so many unspoken rules. And adoring their older half-brothers, only to be utterly crushed when they never returned, convinced it was their own fault for daring to impose/ask. (When the reality was that this was near the time when Raymar's dye started failing and Allard was eager for the Redfort brothers to halt their visits anyway...)

But also the vulnerability Rhaegar/Raymar was willing to show, and the love the Daemon met it with. Raymar got a lot of much-needed affirmation this chapter, as much of an unsettling rollercoaster of emotion as it was for Rhaegar. They both needed that, and with the stress/upset over the rift with Jon, they were due for a meltdown.

Valyrian histories

I like to imagine Aegon entertained his sons with stories like that of House Dewald (the name itself me making a bad German pun, since the holdfast was near the edge of the forest aka "der Wald"), and Aenys passed it on to Jaehaerys who passed it on to his sons and grandsons. So much of that purely oral history would have been lost in the Dance, with only the children surviving.

And the Valyrians love their stories of "why you should never try to steal dragon eggs, aka because we'll kill you really, really dead."

Dynamics

Daemon and Viserys

Not Viserys's best day ever, though he's not quite as clueless as he seems in giving Reyne an extension. (His reasoning is "I'll need a little time to get a replacement ready and minimize the harm during the transition if he truly is a traitor," hence the one week for Reyne to "prove" himself.)

If things go poorly (aka proof of treason is found), Reyne could very well lose his head!

But that's little comfort to Daemon, who continues to feel (rather fairly) that Viserys won't go beyond half-measures for him, while he'll bend over backward for everyone else.

@marmari33 had a very insightful ask on the topic of how Viserys acts when Daemon is on the verge of a breakdown (aka he's most willing to act the comforting big brother then), so I won't rehash it here, but that's another complicated piece of their dynamic.

At the end of the day, the problem is still that although you can't go around beheading everyone without proof, Viserys's touch is far too light given how serious the treason that was committed by House Royce (and Redfort) under House Arryn's stewardship. Viserys being willing to cede the negotiation ground to the Vale give them the home field advantage/the sense that he's willing to be lenient.

Rhaegar and Raymar

These two have been more integrated than Jon and Jon Redfort by a wide margin, but Rhaegar was feeling it this chapter. As mentioned above, he's eight-years-old and he's in a cold war with his brother who he idolizes and doesn't trust him, which hurts, so he's primed for a breakdown. The hair dye background, which is a particular pain point for Raymar, just opened the floodgates.

Those with a keen eye will notice that Jon has also been more affected by his counterpart of late, so there may be a ticking time bomb there to reckon with...

Quick hitters

It felt almost like a simulated D&D session, the events at the end of the chapter. There were about ten different things that could have happened instead, but this is what the dice (and Daemon) landed on.

It remains ambiguous just how much of Reyne's failure is incompetence, malice, or both.

Larys is back at the Red Keep now, btw...

What was Jon so cheerful about when he found them at the enclosure? We'll find out next chapter...

Daemon's violent outbursts are never not nerve-wracking for the poor Kingsguard. Granted, he's never harmed Viserys, but the sounds of a man breaking a chair by slamming it repeatedly into the ground are not gentle.

The one thing about Daemon's hunger for Allard's head is that it doesn't take into account what the boys might want.

How did Reyne come to know of Daemon's visit? He only showed his face to the woman at the "front desk" so to speak of the establishment, and Mysaria herself. Is Mysaria still informing on Daemon to Otto for a price? Does that still make sense, given the promised rewards from Daemon? Or is it another source?

Daemon's anger tends to have an insulating effect against the candle, while despair/grief make him susceptible, and we see both sides of that coin in this chapter. Though it also remains an open question of whether there is always a warlock "manning" the candle, or if it has any passive effects.

Daemon remains best dad when it comes to finding ways to cheer up his sons. Plotting the perfect flight path to find some natural beauty for Rhaegar followed by interesting ruins of a military defeat for Jon.

The saddle refitting is complete, meaning the boys can take a field trip at any given moment...

Cut scenes/moments

“If I tell you of my own troubles with my brother, will you tell me of yours?” Daemon asked. His son’s grip tightened on the cup, then slackened. “It is nothing.”

The scene was already pretty long, and it didn't feel the right time/moment to veer into the Rhaegar-Jon conflict.

That was the provence of Allard Royce, for those years of cruelty. Lorent Reyne, for dismissing the whispers from the Vale that would have united Daemon with his sons years before. Rhea Royce, for devising such a heartless scheme, and the Redforts for aiding her in it. I will see them all burn.

Just a little extra seething from Daemon that I ended up cutting. I think it's pretty well understood within the chapter that Daemon is hungry for blood/revenge.

“He does not trust me. He thinks that I am weak.” “I am certain that is not so,” Daemon said. Rhaegar’s shrug was listless. “I understand why he believes it to be true. He is able to resist the candle, where I have failed. I was the one foolish enough to drink the cider at the Saltpans and be taken. When we were captive, he challenged Crayne and I—I feared him.” His voice grew thicker with upset, each word escaping him quickly than the last, until he was stumbling over them at the end. Daemon pulled him onto his lap, resting his chin atop his hair as he held him. “You are a child. You are allowed to be frightened.” Rhaegar twisted free, springing to his feet with fists balled tight. “Jon isn’t. He is never frightened. He thinks that he must keep me safe, whatever the cost to himself.” “I am your father. That is my duty.” Daemon caught one of his small fists, clasping it between his hands. “I will keep you safe, both of you.” His son regarded him with a solemn expression that pierced his heart. Aemon. “You will not always be there to protect us.” The chill of winter gripped Daemon suddenly, bitter and harsh in his lungs. The crimson of his blood on Viserys’s white sleeve swam before his eyes, only it was snow he saw now, stained with lifesblood, more than a body could spare. “Do not say that,” he whispered, heart seizing.

A little more of the Rhaegar-Jon conflict that I was a bit sad to see go because of the "blood to be spent" imagery melding with the Wall vision.

And there's one more cut scene (the longest) I'm holding onto in case it's relevant next chapter. If not, I'll share it in that DVD commentary!

[voikiraz]

— ꒰ ∗ ִ ⍺lways ᧉven ᥒow ⠀ ꒱ [ k.dh ]

Lovers . donghyun x fem!reader ⠀𝑤. angst, breaking up w donghyun should be the biggest warning, hurt no comfort lolsies step ? #843 M.recordings [ lol, merry Christmas pookies ( for those who celebrate )]

syn. maybe it was just a story that was meant to end one way or another.

His heart squeezed tightly as he stared at the only light source in his dark room, his phone displaying a few words he didn't want to make sense of, he took a few seconds of heavy breathing until his fingers slid across the screen.

He can't run from this forever.

“Can you please call me when you have the time? We can't keep pushing this talk back donghyun”

A few taps on his phone and the ringing tone was making it’s way into his ears, making those few seconds take a much longer toll on him.

“Hey,” he heard your voice call out and his breath hitched.

He can't lie and say this was fully unexpected, he knew something was up. 

The way he was starting to forget the warmth of your touch, your gleaming smile that was only reserved for him, your soft voice that lulled him to places and feelings he could only ever dream of. 

It wasn't the same anymore and he knew that, your touch still lingers against his skin, but empty of any warmth that once used to soften his heart, your smile is pettyfull, reminiscing what could've been, your voice is firm and full of what ifs that were failing to leave your lips.

“Hi” his voice cracked, and you barely even heard him.

“Listen, i know you were expecting this and i know its so wrong of me, this isnt easy for me to say, i need you to know that you mean so much to me hannie and ill always care about you and ill love you no matter what, but you can feel it too leehan-” you sucked in a breath, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. “We're moving in different directions and growing apart, and its not your fault, i'm not trying to play the blame game here you know that, but i think we both deserve to be with someone moving along with us, and growing with us and its eating me alive that i can't be that person for you anymore.”

He leaned against the table, feeling like if he kept pacing around the room his knees wouldn't hold up, your words echoing one by one through his mind and piercing through the air like sharp knives.

“I hope you know I'm doing this because you and I both know that it's what's right for us, maybe we won't understand that now but it's true.” You sounded composed but the soft sobs that were falling from your lips didn't fall on deaf ears, and leehan shut his eyes as tight as he could, thinking maybe it'll be over quicker that way. Maybe

Deep down he knew that it wasn't really anyone's fault, it was just life, but he never heard you sound this hopeless before, broken, and he just wanted to hold you, caress your hair and tell you that it's okay, he's there for you and nothing will ever make him leave your side. 

“I love you, i dont think I'll stop loving you any time soon, but for now, we can't be together donghyun.” You inhaled deeply, silence stretching for a few seconds before you hung up, you knew he wouldn't say anything, you could practically feel everything he wanted to say radiating to you from the end of the line.

You gripped your phone tightly as you just stared at the wall, too exhausted to move, blaming life for destroying what you could call a perfect life, you cried, and cried and you couldn't do anything but look down and let your mind wander.

Until you drifted off to a place where everything felt less heavy.

11:48 pm.

You got a message from ‘my hyunnie’ 

“you have no idea how much i love you and how much i care about you, i would do anything for you y/n, i've been trying to find the right words for hours, but i don't think any words can capture my feelings for you.

I dont want to let you go, i cant, i dont even know how to do that, i keep telling myself that it'll be okay but i cant help feeling like I'm losing a part of myself with you, maybe its selfish but you're my everything y/n and i’ll never let go of what we had even if it kills me, i keep wishing we would've found a way to make it work but i don't think this is our story anymore.

But i want you to know that even though things are changing, my love for you will never change, you were my whole world for so long, and i'll always remember that, i understand that we're moving apart and even though that's so hard to accept, i want you to be happy even if it means you won't be by my side, just know that i'll always carry you with me wherever i go, always.

Take care of yourself my love, i'll never stop loving you”

Kim donghyun

© voikiraz 2O24

[keykittygirl]

Anyway as you asked here you go ^^ ( TW : BLOOD)

And a reminder this is a fake scenario, it's not canon in the AU or anything just something for me to practice writing on :3

He froze in shock at the scene before him.

Tears started streaming from his wide terrified eyes, his jaw agape as he tried to proceed on what just happened.

His spear has long been forgotten and now lies beside where he stands.

“N-no… This c-can't be…”

His legs buckled up before him as he fell to his knees. His hands trembling as he tried to caress her now cold cheeks. His tears stained her pale face.

“P-please… D-dont leave me… I should have been faster… I'm so sorry… Please…”

He begged shakily while he bent down slowly so now her cold forehead pressed against his own.

He can't even hug her or even try to stop the blood that keeps oozing out from her wounds as the spike prevented him from doing any of it.

They both now in a pool of blood… a pool of her blood…

He doesn't care if his armor were now stained by her blood...

He could have prevented this.

If he was faster she would be still breathing right now.

It's all his fault.

He let her die before his very eyes.

If he was just faster, he should have been faster!

“I'm sorry keya… I'm so sorry I fail you”

He pressed his forehead more against hers and clung as much as he could as if it could bring her back again.

His body is wrecking with sobs as he continues to mutter words of apology. He caressed her soft long hair that's now sticky with blood.

A familiar voice can be heard from afar.

“Ne Zha! Thanks Buddha's you oka-”

Xiaotian being the first one to arrive only to see something he would never even thought he would see.

The blossoms were now crying over the dear butterfly… His dear little butterfly…

The others that had finally catch up, only to freeze at the sight before them.

“I'm so sorry, keya… Please wake up… Please… don't leave me here alone… Please I'll do anything…”

Wukong tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Ne Zha… You need to let-”

“N-no no no no! I-I should have been faster!… It's all my fault!… I-I…”

His words were being interrupted as heavy sobs broke out from him, tears never stopping leaving his eyes.

The others finally gained enough composure to try to approach and comfort him by performing a group hug, some do it while looking away from the now lifeless body before them, still unable to fully believe or process what just happened.

“It's my fault…”

“Shushshs shh it's not kid… it's never been yours…”

Said Wukong toward the poor boy as he also joined the hug to try to comfort the poor boy.

“Shshs… you have to let go of her kid… I'm so sorry…”

Hehe anyway this is actually a rewriting of a fake scenarios I did before, which is this.

Ignore the cencored one ^v^

I want to see if I did improved in my writing or did I do the opposite or stayed the same

Share your honest thoughts about it in the comments okay? ^^

[cringevalue]

Steve cries on the way to Eddie's house, for the whole thirty minutes. He cries about getting kicked out, he cries about not getting to stay with Robin, and then he cries about the lone, abandoned-looking trailer he pulls up to at the end of the drive. He cries until he hears a knock on the window and he looks up to see a guy with long hair standing outside his car, looking a little concerned. He's wearing a white t-shirt with little hairs scattered all over the shoulder and thick, clunky rings on almost every one of his fingers. Steve sniffles and rolls down the window.

"Are you Eddie Munson?" He asks, sounding so pathetic it makes him want to cry more.

"Who's asking?" The guy crosses his arms.

Steve sniffles again. "I'm gay."

"Hi, gay. I'm dad."

"That was so dumb," Steve cries, dropping his head into his hands and sobbing a little more. When he looks up, the guy has a small smile on his face. Steve takes a deep breath. "My name is Steve Harrington and I got kicked out of my house for being gay and my friend R- my- my friend told me that a man named Eddie Munson lives here and takes in pathetic little queers when they have nowhere else to go."

"And you think I'm just gonna take you in, no questions asked?"

"Well, I hoped." Steve's voice cracks and he cringes. "You can ask questions. I can answer."

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Well, I'm a little busy right now." Steve squeezes his eyes shut and gets ready to start his car again. "Come inside so I can ask questions while I finish what I'm doing."

read chapter one of amoeba on ao3!

[watarfallar]

*staring off into the distance remembering how 3rd Life ended* Oh, you're here too. Huh? Incorrect quotes? Oh yeah, here, have these. *continues to stare off into the distance*

Scar: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? Grian: Fake?

Grian: You can’t have a gun on stage! Scar: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Scar: "29-34 Give a particular ecosystem and explain how could it be protected." Scar: Help. Grian: Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

Scar: I intend to stay pissed at you forever. Scar: Even if I seem helpful. Grian: Then you're in luck. Grian: Because you don't.

Grian: Scar is forbidden from monologuing.

Grian: Help! I’m drowning! Scar: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Grian: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Scar: I trusted you! Grian: Why?

Scar: Where did you get that tomato soup? Grian: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Scar: Grian, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Grian, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

Grian: What's my sexuality?! I don't fucking know! I'm not straight, and that's all that matters. Well, maybe that's unfair to the straights. Some of my best friends are straight! Well, one of them. Well, I know them, and Scar is perfectly tolerable person in small doses!

Grian: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Scar: Grian: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Grian: You know me, Scar, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters? Scar: What? Grian: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

Grian: Do you need anything from the store? Scar: Actually, yes. I have a list. Grian, reading: Epsom salts, coconut oil, baking soda, cornstarch, lavender essential oils… citric acid…? Scar: I’m making homemade bath bombs. Grian: Smokeless gunpowder?! Scar: I want to do it right!

Grian: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon. Scar: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic. Grian: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

Scar: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Grian: With NAPALM.

Grian: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Scar: I boiled gatorade.

Scar: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Grian: What? Scar: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Grian: Whatever happened to the concept of less is more? Scar: But if less is more, then just think of how much more 'more' will be!

Scar: Hey, Grian, where are you going? Grian: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. Grian: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

Scar: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Grian and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Grian.

Scar: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— Grian: Bursts into tears Scar: Why are you crying? Grian: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! sobs

Grian and Scar enter a dive bar Grian: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink. Scar, in a scuba diving suit: I would like leave, please.

Grian: I am a ninja. Scar: No, you’re not. Grian: Did you see me do that? Scar: Do what? Grian: Exactly.

Grian: I feel like everyone on this island is suspicious, Scar. Except you! Scar: But Grian, I think you're suspicious! Grian: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Scar: Cool, any other secrets? Grian: I still sleep with the blanket I had as a baby. Scar: Awww- Grian, stern: I use it as a gag when taking people’s pets hostage. Scar: Scar: There’s no punch line ‘cause it’s not a joke isn’t it?

Grian: So what are your political beliefs? Scar, awkwardly trying to impress them: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

Grian: I try to avoid pointless group activities. You know like school Christmas Parties or Jury Duty. To me, the most awful sound in the universe is that mangled first note of your peers singing happy birthday. Scar: Cool stance. Counterpoint: these are free cupcakes. Get over yourself and take one.

[ink-and-dagger]

Hiii! I want to start by saying that I love your writing and I have re-read Drink With Me roughly 3 times now and it never gets old. However, with me rereading I can’t help but wonder about some silly hypotheticals regarding the story. So…if you don’t mind me asking, could you enlighten me😩🙏🏾😩🙏🏾😩:

1.) How would Silco and Reader (Astrid’s) mother interact? Do you think she would be scared of him? Or would she have him by the hypothetical balls?

1.5) Also branching off of the previous question: what would be the Readers, mother’s reaction to them getting back together?

2.) Could you see Silco and Reader (Astrid) getting married?

3.) Has Reader (Astrid) moved in with Silco by this point or does she just stay with him off and on?

4.) Since the Marcus fiasco, what would the interactions between Silco, Marcus, and Reader (Astrid) be like? Would there be tension or would Silco and Astrid rub it in his face? Perhaps some threats from Silco?🤔🤔🤔

5.) What would Reader (Astrid) and Silco’s relationship look like to an outsider? This question, I’m asking because two of my favorite chapters post Drink with Me are VIP Booth and Shag Rug. And both are instances where there are other people around or nearby when Astrid is dragged off by Silco😅😂. So I just wonder what the average bystanders would think, considering their relationship is private.

I hope this wasn’t too much. I just finally noticed that the link on AO3 was to your tumblr and I wanted to show some love.

P.S. if this is too much, feel free to disregard!

Thank you so much sweet anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed it enough to reread 3 times sob sob <3 <3 <3 Apologies for taking a hot minute, but here are some answers for you...

1.) How would Silco and Astrid’s mother interact? And what would be her mother’s reaction to them getting back together?

This is probably the number 1 top question/request I always get in my askbox lmfao. Silco has little to no interest in ever meeting Astrid's mother, and Astrid is cool with that too. However, if they ever did meet, mother dearest would certainly not have Silco by the balls. Her initial reaction to meeting him would be fear. After that, it would go either one of 2 ways depending on what mood Silco was in that day. He'd either stoke that fear. Or he'd charm her, and have her referring to him as the son she never had within roughly 10 minutes. I'd say the former is most likely, the latter would only be in order to lure her into a false sense of security before petrifying her with a benignly worded threat at a later date.

As to how she'd react to them getting back together post DWM - she'd disapprove (naturally), and would give Astrid a lovely long lecture about how stupid she is to make the same mistake twice and how Astrid's selfish decision is going to impact her [mother's] life.

2.) Could you see Silco and Astrid getting married?

Yes and no.

My headcanon is that marriage isn't hugely common in Zaunite culture because there's no pressure to prove the legitimacy of relationships (familial, romantic or otherwise). In Piltover, families are tied through blood and matrimony. In the Undercity, they're forged in fire. Genetics are inconsequential in Zaun - if you're kin, you're kin, regardless of the blood in your veins, and that's something that Topsiders by nature will never be able to comprehend. In Piltover, a couple who have been together for 2 years and married for 1 would be taken far more seriously and given more rights than a couple who have been living together for 10 years but aren't married. It's all about societal appearances and expectations up there. But in Zaun, none of that matters. Siblings born in hardship are no less than siblings born in blood. Love and loyalty down in the depths isn't defined by anything so tangible.

I'm not saying that people don't get married in Zaun - I'm certain they do - I'm just saying that it isn't such a thing as it is in Piltover or other similarly built societies. There's no expectation for a couple to get married after being together for a certain amount of time, and there's no judgement if they don't.

The reason Astrid's mother is so caught up with the idea is hard for me to put into a few words. She's resentful of her lot in life; a part of her feels she deserves to be wallowing in the Undercity, and another part of her is envious of those who aren't. She places Piltover on this weird pedestal of admiration. She's the type of working class woman who moans about how shitty her life is at the same time as having a framed picture of the monarch on her living room wall.

3.) Has Astrid moved in with Silco by this point?

Soz babe, I'm sitting on this answer a while longer :)

4.) Since the Marcus fiasco, what would the interactions between Silco, Marcus, and Astrid be like?

Tense.

Pretty much immediately after the epilogue in DWM, Astrid and Silco would have spent the morning in bed talking a lot of things out. Including Marcus. Silco no longer holds the past against Astrid, and they are both committed to moving forward together. Despite this, Marcus does remain somewhat of a sore spot in their relationship. Not actively per se, but Astrid avoids mentioning him at all costs, and tends to stay well out of the way whenever the Sheriff comes for a meeting. At the start of their relationship, she also made sure to stay away the night after any meeting too, to give Silco space as his mood post-Marcus meetings tended to be a little unpredictable. But as time passed and her relationship with Silco became more solid, the intensity of this 'sore spot' became less and less. Astrid still avoids mentioning Marcus, and stays well clear of him whenever he visits, but it isn't so awkward as it was at the start of her relationship with Silco now. That being said - the three of them haven't occupied the same room since that one fateful meeting in Chapter 14...

5.) What does Astrid and Silco’s relationship look like to an outsider?

That depends. By this point pretty much the entirety of Silco's staff knows about them in an unofficial capacity. They just pretend not to know. Let's face it - Silco and Astrid aren't as subtle as they think, and their chemistry is evident to anyone with eyes and half a brain. The only people who know about them 'officially' are Jinx, Sevika, Jasper, Max, Astrid's Mum, and Ran (Ran was an unfortunate accident - they walked in whilst S&A were sharing an intimate moment. They swore to secrecy and it's never been mentioned again).

There may be a few regulars in The Last Drop that suspect something is going on between Silco and the cute bartender - but most would likely assume it's a purely physical arrangement. Those who don't frequent the Drop as often and happen to see Silco pulling Astrid off somewhere private would most likely avert their eyes and think poor girl...

[uncanny-tranny]

I just realized something...

Today, I got one of those friendship necklaces of the yin-yang, obviously, as a token of friendship with somebody close to me. However, I received a yin-yang friendship necklace in the third grade from one of my closest friends at the time...

The funny thing about that is how, in the third grade (pre-coming out), I received the yin half, and this time, I received the yang. I'm just having Big Feelings about this

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[evangelistofmurder]

Paranoia is getting worse

[iceeericeee]

I wonder how many tags i can add on to this