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azriel-delacroix · 4 days ago
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Azriel came to terms with his past years ago. Did it hurt any less when he thought about it all? About Asa perishing, or how his parents tossed him to the side just because they didn't understand what he was... not really, and he remembered it all. It stung less over the years, and the witch finally understood that they wouldn't want him no matter what he did. The only people who wanted him for him were his siblings and now Lust, a literal Prince of Hell. It was a thought that he knew also ran through the Prince's mind that maybe his father had placed some sort of manifest destiny onto Azriel's shoulders with the slander of 'demon' thrown at him. It was ironic. The witch crossed over to stand beside the Prince as everything dawned on the demon. Az's gaze flicked to Lust at the sudden intense emotions that seemed to move between their bond like it was his own before his eyes moved back to the scenery before them. "If humanity wasn't capable of the worst evils conceivable, we wouldn't be able to be swayed by the devil. I just... never expected it to be them that would show me how bad humanity could get," Azriel muttered in agreement quietly as the scenery flickered around them like an old television trying to find a station. His memories were solid, always clear– an eidetic memory except for when he was under duress with pain so intense that it could cause holes in his memory, and the exorcism moments were a majority of them. The memory was quiet for once; after all these years, the witch was still unable to bear the sound of his pleadings and screams as the priest rattled on and on. His own father picked him up, aided by his mother, and tied each limb to the four posters of his bed before it began; the sobs of his mother were visible, but no sound met his ears. "This went on for a whole week," Azriel spat out, feeling the tinges of anger that brimmed under the surface at the thought of his torture– no use in candy-coating what it was. "No food, no water, hardly any sleep when the Priest wasn't prattling Latin at me while I begged. I knew I wasn't a demon, but towards the end of it... I began to think that I was, or at least someone deserving of such treatment. I prayed to God to release me, to step in and help me, but no one came. I lost my family and my faith in one fell swoop." Azriel couldn't put into words the turmoil of his emotions the memories elicited, couldn't label them, but it was a perk of letting someone into his head. He didn't have to. The memories began to grow hazy as he sifted through the memories that led them through the exorcism. Popping around to various pictures of him alone, him with the priest tossing holy water onto him in an attempt to expel the demon in his blood, to his parents holding his limbs down on one of the occasions he tried to pull himself free in a rage. "The ropes were tied too tight, and with how much I pulled against them... I'm lucky I didn't lose more than my arm."
It was later in the week of Hell he'd endured when the memories resurfaced with clarity once more as the younger version gained consciousness, his bleary eyes wandering over to his arm that he couldn't feel much anymore– held at an awkward angle and tinged blue... almost black on the tips of his fingers. He shed a single tear before blacking out again. The scenery changed, gaining clarity like his earlier memories, showing a place he'd grown to know intimately, especially with his work as an enforcer. The younger version of himself lay under crisp white sheets, bandages covering his rope burns and the amputated nub where his arm formerly was. "I don't know how I was taken from my home. Knowing the coven, they were always watching and intervened before they could lose an asset. All I know is that I woke up in the coven's clinic with no arm, learning that I'm a witch, and then foisted into the Foxwood's arms," Az muttered, pointing to the young witch fussing over his prone form. A witch that both he and Lust knew well, a younger Isabel around his age at the time. "She was the only one before Kai and Gianna that didn't treat me as an outsider... I didn't make it easy for her, either. For any of them."
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Lust pondered the confirmation of his worst fears, unsurprised as he was, to understand the breakdown of Azriel's family dynamic and the death of his younger brother was barely scratching the surface from years' worth of heartbreaking trauma. He realized there must have been a grand reason why the dream witch landed himself under the Foxwoods' care and how it was not a mistake the parents did not come looking for their son. "I know. Humans do all kinds of terrible things in the name of religion even at the cost of their own lives and anyone they're supposed to care for." The scene around the pair changed again and as Lust's gaze landed on the younger Az, drenched from head to toe from the pouring rain, he was suddenly struck by the thought that every memory thus far was not merely a movie based on fiction. This is a life that Azriel lived, he lost his brother, experienced the distance his parents placed between him and them, rejected by the family who promised to protect no matter what. "They didn't even allow you to say goodbye." The statement formed more of a disbelieving fact than a question. Lust watched the memory unfold further, glaring the Delacroix patriarch down with the same blinding rage he would soon shoot the King while the exchange between father and son took place. Demon. This fucker called his own child a demon. He could laugh at the irony of such a moniker when it would turn out that Azriel would not only find himself in a demon Prince's orbit, but being crowned a Prince. It's a wonder if Az's father knew his son's recent whereabouts, but the likeliness was extremely slim judging from this interaction. Lust knew he could not speak to the older man as he hammered away at the window, not even as he slapped the young Azriel across the face so hard that even the Prince winced at the pain, yet he would have spat a few choice words for Papa Delacroix...or worse. The thought scared him, how far he could push his abilities and channel his more bloodthirsty of brothers, but he would do so for his prince. A sound of the door locking reached the demon's ears before watching an almost sped up version of Azriel wile away who the fuck knew how long spent in that bedroom, imprisoned like the criminal they all thought he was. The monster, the demonic filth. Mourning his brother while simultaneously grappling any means of escape. The air in the bedroom lost every trace of hope and youthful childhood one expects from a boy Azriel's age, replaced by isolation and anguish. Lust watched Az's mother make her grand entrance after missing an appearance in the last few memories, but the man in the priestly garb caught his attention instantly. He felt the other male's presence leave his side, instead choosing to stand between the priest and his younger counterpart. What Az spoke next sent shock waves through the prince. "An exorcism?" Lust whispered, gaze running along the mechanical arm he once found overabundantly fascinating now a puzzle piece clicking into place. The writing was on the wall from the jump. Azriel losing his arm wasn't an unfortunate accident. "I have lived a thousand and one lifetimes, Az, seeing the worst my realm can produce from each of my brothers. Murder, bloodshed, souls ripped apart and stitched back together just to be torn to shreds for fun. But this," He ground out in rage and melancholy, jabbing a finger in the direction of the priest and the woman who allowed what horrors that befell her son to even happen in the first place, "is the worst of humanity. Demons are not the true monsters, they are."
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cupcakeinat0r · 7 months ago
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Your loser, Middle-aged Genetics professor with a dadbod <3
pt. 7
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A/n: Hey y’all! Just a quick apology for such a long wait for an update, just came back from a relaxing vacay!! But as soon as I got off the plane back home, I started writing cuz the creative juices were juicinggg <3 Anyways, enjoy <333 Hopefully this serves as a good apology ;)
4 exams down, 3 more to go. The finish line of the semester was so close yet so far. Not gonna lie, your sanity was hanging on by a rope, your strongest and only support system being one person. He was the most sweetest, smartest, and respectful person you have ever had the blessing of meeting. It may not have been in the most conventional (or convenient) of ways, but still, it couldn’t have felt more like the storybook that you wanted and dreamed your life would be. Amidst your academic tribulations, he made you feel like royalty.
Even now, as you wait in the library and your phone goes off with a notification from Miguel, whom you had referred to as ‘Professor O’Hara’ only just a few months ago, you are still in dreamland with the fact that you were—
Well, at this point, you two haven’t quite fleshed out the label of y’all’s relationship just yet, but for now, you tell yourself that you two are talking. So yes, even now, you truly can’t believe that you are talking with your adorable professor.
You mentally take note that this will be a conversation that you two will have to have in the near future.
Your attention is now on your phone, reading a message under the contact name ‘Mig 🤓’.
“We ended earlier than planned. Headed over there now❤️”
You smile at the message, already typing a response up.
The night he told you about his late daughter was almost a week ago, and since then, y’all have set aside a day to go to the public library. You both agreed that it was nice, quality time, and wanted to do something like that again; just talking, being with each other, and forget about school for a while. Plus, exams have sort of kept yall apart for the past week, so it was very much needed.
Now you wait at the library where you and Miguel agreed to meet at after he finishes a recitation he had to substitute for.
‘ “Ended earlier than planned” ??? You’re not slick, DID YOU END CLASS EARLIER TO COME HERE???’
‘No, of course not, I would never do that.’
‘But maybe.’
‘Uhuh... See you soon <3’
‘See you soon, mamita ❤️😘.’
With a content hum, you put down your phone and turn your face toward the quiet buzz of people reading, chatting over coffee, and studying. Even though it's been months since knowing Miguel, you still feel jitters when about to see him. You can't help it. Everything about him makes you nervous in the best possible way. From how his smile lines crease, how that one little curl falls on his face, how he always speaks to you with a slight pout, the way his sweater vests hug around his full chest and soft tummy, all the way to how he looks at you like you’re his muse. You couldn't stop smiling just thinking about him. And to think, everyone in class just thought he was a total killjoy; backs straighten and all conversations cease when he enters the room. If only they knew the real him, but a part of you is glad you're the only one to see it.
Just a couple of blocks down, Miguel is gathering his things, excited to meet up with you. As he sharply nods to the last few students leaving the room, wishing them a good Summer break and luck on their finals, his expression becomes soft as he thinks of you. Quickly, once he has the room to himself, he takes a minute to put on one or two sprays of his best cologne, fix his hair, and remove his tie. He knew how much you liked it when he wore his button-ups like this; a few left unopened at the top. He felt ridiculous, but you always commented on it, and it would make Miguel feel good.
That was another thing; since seeing you, Miguel's confidence has so much improved. He did, however, take a glance over at his cardigan that hung on the back of his swivel chair and contemplated wearing it. It used to be his safety net; an effort to try and hide his soft figure, but that was old Miguel. New Miguel wanted to impress you and, even though he’d never admit it, would try to get the most compliments out of you. Despite feeling like he let himself go, you made him feel like he was a total knock-out, which never failed to make his cheeks grow darker, and he plans to return the favor for however long you’ll have him.
Miguel arrives, scanning the enormous room for you, a bright, colorful speck among the sea of dark-colored apparel. You wore an outfit he had bought you during the semester. He’s indifferent when looking for you, but when he spots you, his lips curled just slightly, the crows feet of his face creasing. He glides across the room, but any faster, he’d be running. He tries to act collected, but you both know he’s ecstatic to see you.
"Hey mama," He stands before you, holding out your hands as if to exhibit an art piece, "You look beautiful today, as always”. His eyes graze over every single inch of you, up and down. There’s something sexy about seeing you in something he bought you, even if it wasn’t all that exposing. You go in for a hug, acting as if you haven’t seen him in weeks (You both see each other in the hallways like every day, y'all just haven't been able to be with each other in a minute).
You smile against his broad chest, "Thanks, cutie, and you look handsome, as per usual.” You give his thick torso a soft run down with your hands. Miguel looks around bashfully, even though no one is paying attention. Physical touch came easy for him when you two were alone, but in public? That’s another story.
You look up to see his wandering eyes fall back on you. “I’ve missed you,” you shift all your weight onto him, holding onto his waist like a koala bear on a tree. You get on your tip toes to reach his cheek, pressing a kiss there, “mwah! so much.” The simple gesture was enough to turn Miguel into a mess. It takes everything in him not to completely smother you out in the open, but would rather save that for when there’s privacy.
Miguel holds you as if you were a porcelain doll. Something rose in his chest, call it pride; Proud to show off the gorgeous woman in his arms. "I missed you more." He says softly.
"So? How was the class?" you hold onto his hand while looking for a place to live in for the afternoon.
Miguel looks as well and spots a vacant, quiet little corner of the library, one that sits almost separate from the rest of the crowd. He gives your hand a small tug, motioning for it. "It was actually quite nice. The students were pretty engaged for it being an 8AM... I dunno, I might pick it up next semester." He sets his bag down before grabbing you a chair for you to sit on, as well as a cushion for you to lay your back on. He grabs a stool for himself once he sees you're comfortable and sat.
You give his forearm a caress, a small act of encouragement, "Well, I think you should. You're so good at what you do. Trust me, I should know." you give him a smirk, making him crack a smile.
"Which reminds me, you feel good for tomorrow? 'cuz if you're needing review for anything, we could go over it right now-" You place a hand on his arm, "Mig! I'm fine! I feel completely fine. Besides, I've tutored over a dozen people, I pretty much know the material like the back of my hand. Please, relax, you need it."
Miguel sits back now, "But if you change your mind, you'll let me know, right?" You nod, and Miguel relaxes at last. He sees the book you pull out and reads the spine of it. Wuthering Heights. It’s one of Miguel’s personal faves. He looks forward to seeing your small reactions once you get toward the end. It was endearing the way you reacted to what you read, let it be a faint widening of your eyes or a small gasp. He also loved watching your concentrated face. He thinks back to all those lectures he spent watching you take your color-coordinated notes in his class, your glossed lips pursed and your eyebrows faintly knitted. It never went unnoticed by him. Adorable.
You do a double-take at Miguel's choice of book, not believing what you read the first time. "Jane Austen?" "…Yes?" "You like Jane Austen?" "Yes. " Miguel says this so matter-of-factly, it leaves you kind of in shock. It was a cute surprise. Smiling, you let a puff of air out your nose, shaking your head as you open your book. “What’s so funny?” Miguel smiles, wanting know what you’re thinking now.
“Ugh, I-“, You almost let a certain 3-word phrase slip from your lips, but you stop yourself. “ I… just wasn’t expecting that, is all. Have you read ‘pride and prejudice’?”
“Yeah, loved it. It’s why I’m reading this one.” He looks down at the cover, which, in intricate letters, reads sense and sensibility. Your smile is even wider now that you know the man of your dreams is a fellow Jane Austen fan. “Me, too. Let me know what you think, then.” You softly say, starting on your book. “Of course. By the way, anyone ever taught you not to judge a book by its cover?” You roll your eyes and nudge him, making him chuckle in his throat. Although Miguel’s humor wasn’t exactly the most original, his sass takes the cake, and you love it. Feeling romantic, Miguel leans over and kisses your cheek once, twice, then gently brings your lips to his by your chin to plant a third kiss.
After finally quenching his need for your kisses, he settles in his spot and reaches for your hand, which you grab instinctively. Like always, his thumb caresses across your knuckles, and you both fall into a peaceful silence, transporting to your individual worlds within your books.
<3
The time in the library is nothing short of peaceful and fun. The first while of reading, Miguel would get up to use the restroom, but on his way back, he would’ve gotten you a cup of coffee for you and himself. A little later, you’d get up as well, but not for the restroom, but to grab him a treat, as well as for yourself. His eyes widen in pleasant surprise when he sees you walk back with them in your hands. He always did have a sweet tooth.
For the rest of the time, you’ll reach over occasionally to push his glasses back up his nose, or sometimes, without looking up from his book, he’ll simply pull your hand up to his lips, and press a butterfly kiss there, the faint smack of the peck making your heart skip a beat. And he doesn’t just do it once, he has to do this every so often because he just can’t resist; the man needs to feel you like as if you’ll disappear out of nowhere.
And you don’t notice, but every now and then, Miguel looks over at you, just admiring. He watches how your eyes inch deeper into the pages as you soak in the language. He can stay like this forever. Reading books with you while you hold hands. For a second, he feels the bottom of his stomach drop because he knows the day will have to end, and he’ll have to go back to class tomorrow, as do you. Sure, you’ll both be in the classroom, but you’ll have to pretend. Miguel was growing tired of the game. He then thinks about how near Summer is, and if he’ll see you then. Not as your professor, but as someone who deeply cares about you.
He’s already making plans on the possible trips you two could make. Maybe spend two weeks in Italy, or maybe just simple weekend roadtrips to nearby, quaint towns. He’s thinking about taking you to only the nicest, fanciest places in Nueva York.
Guiltily, his mind wanders into trips to the bedroom. How he’d love to take care of you and make sure you felt loved. Above all, your pleasure would be his. Oh, how he’d worship you like the goddess you were because dammit, you are one, and to this day, he’s still unsure how he scored you. How he, the intimidating, quiet giant, won an ethereal princess like you. He sort of smiled to himself as he realized:
Gabriella’s favorite bedtime story was becoming his life right before his eyes.
And like many times before, Miguel’s mind wanders even more. He’s thinking of the wedding, the honeymoon and the endless amount of rounds, the baby shower… having a kid with you. He’s fully aware of how crazy it is to think about it so soon, but at the same time, it feels so right. With you, it does.
Your caring, attentive nature, sweetness, cleverness, patience, and drive, they were all qualities of someone he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with. Your desire to better yourself and hunger for knowledge is evident in your work for your masters. Your softness that had so remarkably torn down his walls. And of course, there was your unmistakable beauty, but that’s just a bonus!
As he continues to watch you read, your hand lovingly locked with his, he realizes his feelings are no longer casual, no. Miguel’s breath hitches when a realization dawns on him. Rather than a ton of bricks, it feels like a weight lifted off his stiffened shoulders.
He looks at you, and he feels what could only be described as true, total, and complete love.
“‘Scuse me, sir.” Miguel snaps toward the low voice, “Library’s closing in 10 minutes.”
These hushed words sweep your attention from the book in your hands, your face falling in small dismay. You both look at each other, Miguel giving you a shrug that conveys ‘it is what it is’.
“Aw man, I got so caught up in reading, I feel like we didn’t get to talk as much as I wanted to.” Miguel is gathering both of yalls things, leaving your hand for last. You grab his, and you both begin to head out, the swarm of people that was here before gone. “We can still talk if you’d like. We can go to my office?” You nod gingerly.
“Then c’mon, let’s go.” Without asking, he grabs your bag from you and slings his and yours onto his shoulder, and you both leave hand in hand.
<3
After braving the storm that seemed to come out of nowhere outside, Miguel lets you into his office first, closing the door behind you two. The campus was dimly lit, only housing a few students who were doing some late-night studying. Hopefully, no one saw you two shuffling toward his classroom.
You look around his office, and for the first time, if feels new. It’s somewhat dark, the storm outside supplying the only light in the room. You’ve been in here countless of times, helping Miguel out with class work or tutoring, so it shouldn’t feel any different, yet, it does. Maybe it’s because every time you’re in here, you’ve never got the chance to really look at it. You’re always in and out. And if y’all weren’t in here, you were sitting in the lecture hall just outside the office door. Now that the fluorescent lights are off, you realize just how clinical they made it feel in here.
Miguel observes how you look along his walls where a multitude of diplomas hang. He thinks about saying something, but doesn’t want to interrupt; instead, he allows you to examine his space, finding it charming. It’s like he’s letting you in on his life. He pretends to busy himself with something else, leaving you to explore. Which is fine, really. You two have fallen into many comfortable silences before.
Then you move onto his shelf, filled with nothing but books and maybe one picture frame, but you’re not sure. It’s laid flat on the shelf. You go away from it for a second, going back to the spines, reading them off in your head. Some DNA encyclopedias, anatomy studies, Genetic Theory… ah, here we go. Leroux, Fitzgerald, Verne… is that Shelley? Atwood? Woolf? Plath?! Then, of course, there’s Beauty and The Beast. You pause there for a second, remembering Miguel’s most cherished memories that are tied to this story. Some more Jane Austen… oh, and look, Wuthering Heights!
“You’re more than welcome to take any of those. What’s mine is yours.” He sits on the couch that sits along the wall of his office, laying back with his arm laid across the frame of it. You pull out Wuthering Heights and walk towards him, “What’d you think of this one?” You go to take a seat next to him, nuzzling against his side, your head at its assigned spot on his shoulder. “Nice try, sweetie, but don’t wanna spoil it. Though I will say, it’s really good.” his face brightens along with yours, “I think you’ll like it. Brace yourself for the ending, though.” His arm wraps around you now, his thumb making small circles on your shoulder like he usually does.
“How about Miss Austen?” You put the book on a small table beside the couch. Miguel thinks about it for a second. “She’s got this sort of sarcastic wit that I can really get behind. But in all seriousness, her social commentary is brilliant. Still applies to this day, in some ways. And her style, wow…” You can see Miguel get lost in his thoughts, his emotions having their rare time in the limelight as he proceeds to list off Jane Austen’s wonderful writing attributes. It felt so good to see him like this. To be able to get him talking like this was a big win in your book.
“…Just overall, I’m a total fan now.” He nods, looking over at your dazzling eyes. “No, no, keep going.” You urge him, overcome with adoration. Miguel smiles at the floor, shaking his head. “I can listen to you talk allll day, honestly.” He looks off into the office still smiling bashfully, away from your revering gaze. “D’aw, don’t be so shy, I love listening to your voice. It’s so soothing, Mig.”
“You’re… stealing my lines.” A chuckle rumbles in his chest while you taunt him with a giggle of your own. In an effort to quiet you and from flustering him further, he envelopes you with his arms, you reaching for his neck simultaneously, and you both meet in the middle with a kiss so sweet, it could develop diabetes. With your lips locked, he grabs your thigh and swings it over his hips, his soft stomach taut against yours. You both smile against each other’s lips, soft laughs in tune with the rain that hits against walls outside.
Sooner than later, Miguel’s small chuckles turn into soft groans, his breath becoming labored. His hands venture up under your top, fingers ghosting the skin above the waistband of your skirt. You taste of… cherry lip gloss. His favorite taste, and in the past couple of weeks, he’s grown addicted to it. As a matter of fact, he’s become so addicted that he tends to bite and pull at your bottom lip, a gesture that never failed to leave you weak in the knees.
The hungry tug of your lip evoked a small whine from your throat, unleashing something in Miguel. Carefully, he laid you on the couch, your bodies entangling in languid unison with your tongues. The feeling of all of Miguel’s weight on you set a flame off within you, his length pressing along your dampened heat each time he dug his hips. You wanted it, and bad. Needed it like your life depended on it, but your conscious was screaming at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t ignore it.
“M-mig, w-wait.” You manage to breathe out, the heart between your legs unable to agree with the brain in your head. You hated stopping where things were headed, but you had reason.
Miguel’s head shot up from your neck where it was planting hickies on. “Are you okay? You wanna stop?” He’s already sitting up, removing himself from your legs, “Mama, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, want me to take you home? If you want to, I can take you-“ Miguel was so worried, he’d rather die than you feel taken advantage of. “Miguel! It’s okay, I’m fine!” You reassure him softly, sitting up as well to keep him seated. “Trust me, I wanted this, too. It’s not you at all. I just…” you grab his hand, thinking of your next words. Your shoulders droop from what you’re about to say. Miguel looks at you with a soft expression, ready to be here for you in any way.
“Look, we both know we shouldn’t even be here, and not just in this office, I mean being together period. And what worries me the most is not even the fact that we could get caught, but the possibility that maybe you’ll…” Miguel motions for eye contact when he sees you retreating to the floor. “Mamita, tell me, please. Dime que quieres. Nothing you say can upset me or change the way I think of you. Nothing.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I’m only in this for the wrong reasons.” Miguel’s brows furrow in confusion. How could he possibly think you’re using him? “Sweetie, why would I…” And it clicked just as fast as he began speaking. Miguel seemed to be going deep into thought. You were scared that maybe you had said something wrong.
“Miguel, please understand that I care about you so so so much, and because I do, I don’t want us to be intimate with each other until the school year is completely over.” You’d thought things through since becoming romantic with Miguel, and the thought that If y’all had sex, there would’ve been the risks of people finding out, you losing your eligibility for a degree that you were three exams away from obtaining, or worse, Miguel losing his job as professor and probably being blacklisted for the rest of his life. A very small part of it was also that you didn’t want your score on his exam to be affected in any which way. If you happen to not do well on the exam, you wanted the grade you deserved. There was simply too many downsides.
He looks back up at you, not a trace of judgment nor anger on his face. “Mama, you don’t have to explain yourself. The ball is in your field. Whatever you want or need, I’m right there with you. Don’t ever feel bad for what you want, okay?” Your lips curl in relief, and you nod slowly. He brings his hand to your face, allowing you to lean into his touch. “And to be honest, I couldn’t agree more. But even after classes end, even then our speed is still up to you. I’m not ready to take things further until you are.”
How lucky am I to have someone like him? I’m not entirely sure who’s up there or who to thank exactly, but oh my goodness, thank you for giving me this perfect man sitting before me.
“You mean it? I mean, you’re not disappointed or anything?” Miguel shakes his head. “Not even for a second.” Filled with joy, and almost knocking him over, you embrace him.
“We could just stay in here and chat. Would you like that?” He speaks softly against your hair. “I would love that.”
<3
Miguel and you lay on the couch (which fits you just fine, but Miguel’s feet were borderline hanging off the end), Miguel the big spoon, and you the little one. Your head lays against the decorative pillow while he props his on his hand.
You nestled against his frame, feeling the steady rise and fall of his tummy against your back. His arm encircled your waist, holding you securely against him as you melted into each other's warmth. "Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "Mhm, more than comfortable," you replied with a contented sigh."You make a pretty good body heater," you teased. He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Glad I could be of service, Princesa.” He plants a sustained kiss to your temple.
Your gaze falls softly on the wall across from you, your eyes traveling along the diplomas, “Did you always wanted to be a teacher?”
“Well, when I was little, I did. I loved science and there was this one teacher I had… she was the best. Wanted to be just like her. But…” Miguel breathes out. You can feel his stomach tense up against your back, prompting you to turn your head towards him. “Y’know… um… I didn’t always teach.”
Miguel would go on to tell you how the past five years has looked for him. He began with a rather heavy start; a freak accident in his work as a geneticist, a job much more lucrative than a professor. He’d then recount his days as a hero, proceeding to show you his long-retired claws. You listened intently, with an open mind, following along to his story of how he got involved with the multiverse, and what that term entails. He explained how the world was connected to other worlds; a prodigious tree of universes. It was how he lost his daughter. He revealed the tragic story to you finally, after withholding it that first night he told you about her in the school library. He recollected a few more memories that would eventually lead to his decision to hang up his hat as Spider-Man, finding refuge in becoming a science professor; an old dream he had abandoned so many years ago.
“And since then, I’ve been… okay. Better than before, for sure. I’m satisfied here, truly.” You sat there, processing everything he had shared with you. “I know that was a lot, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just glad that I could share this with you.” You nod, trying to think of what to say because silence just wouldn’t suffice, not for you. “I…” you began, your voice low and soft, “But are you happy?”
Miguel is taken aback by the question. Even after everything he’s said…the man just got done telling you he has fangs and red irises and that he traveled across dimensions for a living, and this is your first question? If he’s happy? He told you a story that could possibly have the fbi sent to his door with just one call, but you’re more interested in his wellbeing? He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe you.
Miguel lets out a sharp breath; a chuckle, as his eyes narrow at you. “You’re unreal, you know that?” Your lips reflect his small smile, “What?! I wanna know, after everything… are you happy?” You repeat the question with utmost genuineness in your tone.
With the answer as obvious to him as the formulas he taught in his class, Miguel simply leans in, hand on the back of your head, and kisses you, then pulling back by just an inch, he speaks softly,
“Now that you’re here, I am.”
A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it <3 Shoutout to @pomakori for sending this photo in, I absolutely loved it and had to include it in this chapter cuz it’s so them coded !!!
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Thank you so much for reading <3 I’m a lil worried about how long it might be, so sorry if I yapped too much on this one 🫶 I just love n care abt him sm, ur honor🥹
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aquasarsstuff · 7 months ago
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Spending the night with Lilia Vanrouge
Tags: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader, fluff, long-haired Lilia, yokai!Lilia, historical au, reader gets
A/N: I made this while waiting for the rain to stop. Like please stop now, I'm sooo hungry. Kinda regret not going out earlier. Welp- it's already noon, so I used some of my stacked noodles. Also, I was listening to Renegade over and over again while writing this lol, it help with my writer's block especially the part where I had to describe Lilia lol. Yes, there's some secret meaning in some parts here cuz why not
Your school has been demanding all your attention to be poured in your studies. Hence, you weren't able to visit you lover that was living deep in the mountains. You hunch over your desk after reading a ton of books. It was already midnight, and you were sure that if Lilia was here, he would have already lightly scolded you for staying up late. You stop working on your desk, and neatly arrange your school materials. Grabbing the lamp you have; you place it not too far from your futon. After all that work, you slip inside your futon and fell asleep.
The next day, while you were in school and about to leave, you saw a glimpse of Silver and Sebek who was also studying there. As usual, the two were having a one-sided banter. You walk towards them but was blocked by students who were also about to leave. You sighed defeatedly when you don't see them anywhere after trying to force yourself out of the crowd. You wanted to ask them about Lilia. You made up your mind; You were going to visit him tomorrow. It was weekend anyway, and the school schedule only lasts up until the weekdays. You were also studying for hours this past few weeks, and you were not like Riddle who enjoys doing it all day. You were going to spend the day tomorrow with Lilia, and also take a break from your studies. You were hitting two birds with one stone.
Before you head out mountains, you patted the head of the yokai you were living with. Grim merely rolled away from you but still not waking up. You softly laugh before shaking your adorable friend.
"Grim, wake up. If you do, I'll buy you a can of tuna this morning when I pass by the market." And as you expected, all it takes to bring Grim out of his bed was bribing him a can of tuna. The stock of food in the house was also running out, and you just can't bear the thought of leaving him alone in the house and then having to handle the mess he will make in the kitchen when you come back.
When you went outside, you carried Grim like he was some pet cat. Your left hand was occupied by a bamboo basket. You bought some berries and nuts, along with cans of tuna as you promise Grim earlier. Since you haven't had breakfast yet, you thought why not come by Epel's place. You walk away from the busy marketplace and entered a bakery. Immediately the scent of apples filled your nostrils. Delicious deserts made with apples were decorating the place. Epel was in the counter talking with Ace and Deuce in a seat near him. The sound of chimes hitting each other attached on the door, alerted the three people inside.
"Y/N!" Ace called you loudly. You took the vacant seat in front of them. "Did you come here for breakfast too?" Deuce asks you while taking a bite of his omelet. You nod.
"Good morning, Y/N. What would you like?" You gave Epel your order alongside with Grim. As what happens every day, the Adeuce duo somehow never fail to have a squabble.
"I'm not going!" Deuce protested against Ace.
"It's just some rumors. Don't tell me our juice is scared to come to the woods at night, because of it," Ace plasters his signature smirk at Deuce, while the blue head just glares at him. This piqued my interest.
"Rumors?"
"You don't know?" Deuce looks at you.
"Obviously. Why would they be asking?" Ace pipes in much to Deuce frustrations. Epel sighed at the duo and took over the conversation.
"You see Y/N, recently there's been whispers of a creature lingering in the woods who extinguishes any ignited light. All they see is an unseen silhouette, and then darkness." You turn your head slightly at his explanation.
"Myahh?!" If anything, you were more scared of Grim's sudden outburst...
Ace groans when he heard that. "It's pretty windy up there. It could just be the wind. That shadow, whatever it was, was probably just for dramatic effect."
"But, Y/N you're going to the mountain, right?" You almost laugh at Grim worried expression.
"You should be careful, Y/N." You nod at Deuce.
"Don't worry guys, I won't stay that late. I'll be back before sunset."
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With a bamboo basket filled with berries and nuts, you trudge through the forest's thick foliage. You strayed the trail after reaching a place filled with vines. After a few minutes, you finally saw the cottage you were looking for, but the man you want to see was not there. As you were just about to call out and walk towards it, you notice thick strands of hair, much longer than yours taking purchase upon your shoulder.
"What do we have here?" You were suddenly aware by a presence as soft as melody. Before you could turn around, a finger reaches out from behind to catch your chin and spun you around. You were met face to face with Lilia. His face was uncomfortably close it made your heart ran erratic. His ruby red eyes that were looking through mine felt like it was holding the cosmos inside them.
When he started to inch his face closer to yours, you felt inclined to close your eyes. Suddenly, his finger disappears at your chin. A laughter that sounds like a bubbling brook then follows. "Someone has a mind that dances with the clouds."
You suddenly had the urged to bury yourself six feet because of this suave Nobusuma. You were just about to compose yourself when he drops himself to the ground and reach for your hand that wasn't occupied by the basket and kissed it. He looks at you teasingly. His eyes held the allure of a siren's call, like it was going to enchant and ensnares you with an irresistible allure.
While you were distracted, Lilia grabs the basket out of your hand and took a piece of its content. He greedily munches on the berry, its residue leaving a light tint of red on his lips. "I accept your offering after abandoning me for a long time, my enchanted rose."
"Stop making me the bad guy here Lilia," you sighed, finally out of your flustered state. "Where's Silver anyway?" he playfully plastered a frown on his lips, making him look like a puppy that was just kicked.
"I can't believe this; I just got betrayed by the closest to me. Poor me."
Safe to say, you spend the rest of the day trying to comfort his crocodile tears.
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It was already the golden hour, but you still weren't back in your place. You just couldn't bear to move and wake the sleeping Nobusuma in your lap. You gently touch the silk fabric of his black kimono. You traced the hand-painted crane design with the tips of your fingers, until you too fell asleep. When you woke up, a warmth and an aroma of a Chrysanthemum envelops you. You suddenly scramble up, escaping from Lilia's embrace.
"Oh no! It's already dark! I have to get back to Grim."
"Venturing the mountains at dark is filled with peril. It would be wise to stay here," he stopped me when I was just about to leave.
"But..."
Suddenly, his face morphs into a grin. "Don't worry, I won't do anything with you."
"I wasn't thinking about that!"
"Not yet atleast," his eyes glints with mischief.
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Bonus:
Lilia: If that doesn't convince you, I heard from human travelers-
Y/N: I know it was you, Lilia.
Lilia: *smiles innocently*
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Not sure about this, but let me add it.
Black kimono made of silk: represents a wealthy or high status
Crane design: Revered for their supposed thousand-year lifespan
Enchanted Rose: I dunno why I pick rose, but since he is a yokai and a fae in cannon I added enchanted. And reader's pretty enchanted with Lilia in this fic (I tried-)
Chrysanthemum: Often use as a symbol for immortality
Mind that dances with the clouds: a person who is a dreamer, or has thoughts that is beyond ordinary
okay- im done. You guys interpret the rest
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mactavishenjoyer · 8 months ago
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Oh shit I'm adding more of this story
It has been two weeks since Gary chose to entertain the idea that Ghost was from somewhere else. Two amazing weeks of talking, kissing, and much more. Gary's lips felt the same. They still felt like home. Those kisses where a nice distraction from the thought that his Gary was dead. A thought that made him wish he never woke up here. That he had died with his Gary but maybe Gary is experiencing the same thing. Ghost quickly was pushed out of his own thoughts when he noticed Soap entered the gym.
"so who's the man you are cheating on me with?" Soap says leaning against the gym's Door frame, blocking Ghost's exit. He looked angry...really angry. Cheating? Shit, was this ghost dating Soap? Ghost can only seem to get a sound resembling a what and an i'm sorry out of his mouth. Soap's face somehow looked angrier but he was also laughing "You know I'd be fucking heart broken if you where actually Ghost. Who the fuck are you? Cuz I know damn well you ain't Ghost." Soap asked, his hand ready to take his gun out of his holster.
"What a ridiculous accusation, Capt- Sargent."
"That. Right there. You keep on almost calling me captain. You sound like Ghost but you don't act like him. Ghost wouldn't make these mistakes. God Ghost would not be able to go a week without breaking into my bedroom let alone two months. So who the fuck are you?"
" You are overreacting" shit. Did this world's Ghost truly act that different? Was it really that obvious he wasn't him? Did Ghost just ruin a relationship he had no idea about?
It looked as if soap was ready to shoot this man he believed to be an imposter right then and there. "Take off the fucking mask." Soap slowly removed his gun from his holster, still pointing it at the ground.
"Are you threatening me?"
"I said take off the fucking mask. Prove you are L.T."
"I don't show my face."
Soap aimed his gun. "remove the fucking mask and tell me where the fuck you took my boyfriend."
Ghost finally removed his mask, not wanting to have to hurt Soap or to get shot by him. Soap quickly put down his gun "shit..." Out of every face he was expecting to see under that mask it wasn't Ghost's "...so...you" soap's mind is racing, his heart feels like it's going to explode. Soap is visibly paler and it doesn't take long till he vomits, spilling his lunch onto the floor. "why? Why did you do it? What did he have that I didn't? you fucking asshole!" Ghost had never seen his mactavish cry so seeing tears roll down this one's face felt odd. What made it feel awful was knowing he caused it. Not the ghost he now inhabits. He was fully responsible for breaking soap's heart. "I can't believe I told you I loved you." Soap sounds as if he's going to hyperventilate.
(or something like that I'm not a writer)
Shit I made a part 4
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chimkin-samich · 10 months ago
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Hi!
I have had a block for both writing and drawing for several years. I look at your works with longing in my eyes and think how wonderful it would be to draw regularly again. I was never particularly talented and had many gaps in learning to draw, but I enjoyed it. Now I don't know how to start drawing or writing. My laptop is full of unfinished stories. I have lots of ideas for drawings, but it's hard for me to get down to work.
Therefore, my question is: Do you have any advice for people who haven't drawn/written for several years and would really like to get back to it, but can't motivate themselves, have no ideas, etc.? Or quite the opposite. They have lots of ideas, but for some reason they can't draw anything?
Greetings and have a nice morning/day/evening/night!
Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond, I wanted to make sure I could respond properly to this so I thought it over a lot, I’m going to put it under a read more cuz it’s gonna get long lol
I (sly) am kinda in the same position as you at least when it comes more to art, writing ive kinda cracked the block but still trying to break through the ice, all the art on our blog is Ferals art, I only complete the line work and shading (but not always) I haven’t drawn any of my own stuff in probably a few years but I’m trying to get back into it cuz I miss it as well, I completely get the whole feeling of looking at Feral’s art and wanting to create my own but finding it so difficult to do
For the art aspect my plan is to start at square 1, start how I first starting drawing, which for me was to look up refs, animals and draw them by sight, just to get back into the groove of trying to bring back that muscle memory, maybe you started by tracing images, you could trace only the rough outlines and then shade and detail them, just something simply and easy, you probably won’t be happy with the results (I know I certainly won’t be with my own) but it’s a start
Look up things that you enjoy, draw your squad, incorrect quotes to do with ocs maybe even draw them out, try and keep it simple, you don’t need to create a masterpiece on the first day back, any attempt is a step forward even if you dislike it, try it out at least once a day everyday, a simple doodle just for fun or to exercise your muscle memory again, the first part is gonna be hard and messy, that’s totally ok! All that matters is the attempt!
For the writing aspect try and keep it simple as well, focus on making short one-shots or even just bullet point dialogues, your old unfinished writing isn’t going anywhere, when you feel comfortable enough to attempt to continue it just go for it!
I had a big gap in my writing periods and sometimes I still go a few months with out touching any of my stories, blocks happen and are normal, something that I try to get back into is read other people’s work, both to see the writing style and to get some inspiration to continue my own works
When I actually get down to actually writing my story I just dump down the story as I think it, I just keep writing even if it looks messy and grammatically incorrect to at least get the story moving and progressing. After I have the rough story down, is when I go back to correct spelling mistakes, add more details/dialogues or events in between to create a much better flow for the story
I usually do this multiple times for each fic I create, usually in between pauses (either due to blanking on ideas or just cuz I wasn’t feeling it) so whenever I reopen my doc, I just reread and add on, then I do it again one or two more times once it’s completed
I struggle a lot with perfectionism when it comes to my art and writing, and unfortunately it’s a big killer for my motivation, especially when I see others that make better works than me. I’ve been slowly unlearning that urge to make everything perfect, by just allowing myself to have messy and rough works, it’s not always going to come out how I want it but at least I got it as close as I could in the moment with my current skill level
I like to tell myself, the more I keep doing it, the more I’ll improve, and I’ll always be able to come back with more ideas and skill to remake this better than my first attempts, just because I did it doesn’t mean I can’t try to do it again
Being easier on yourself does wonders (I know easier said than done unfortunately 😭) but your practically having to relearn skills that have gotten rusty, even if you were doing great before, your gonna have to build back up to that point, it’s just like exercising a muscle ✨
I hope this was able to help! I wish you much luck in your journey back into art and writing!
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aquaquadrant · 1 year ago
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Hi there. I’m going insane and it’s your fault. Like I discovered your absolute emotional masterpiece of a fanfic the other day and it’s all I think about anymore I’m so obsessed; I downloaded tumblr bc of you and I don’t really know how this site works but I do know how to click the ask button so that’s your problem now. I got words for you
First off: HOLy the writing and the voices are so good??? Like the characters say things the way their irl counterparts would say it? How?? Teach me your ways? Actually tho what did you do to learn to do that, is it innate, do you practice?
Second: “He wouldn’t have known the sight of Tango’s pale skin flushing bright red all the way down his chest.” That sentence just kinda stuck out to me from the last chapter… for some reason... anyways (idk what my point is here but it sure has got me thinking thoughts :P )
Third: I said I was obsessed, and I think it was an understatement. I didn’t study for my chem final because of this (still got an A tho so dw) and I went to bed for three days straight thinking about it and I woke up every morning thinking about it. (It took a solid hour to snap myself out of it when I actually needed to get work done lol) And on the plane ride home for break I drew some things so I’ll just leave these here if you don’t mind (umm ignore the tango faces on the first page and his left hand on the second, there's something Wrong™ about them I gotta practice, ok?)
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As you can see I love love love the scene after the nightmare. If I remember correctly, Tango started wearing the gloves to protect his claws so they could heal after he escaped, and then when Jimmy gets hurt he just instinctively gives them to him?? Hello, the symbolism??? Tango just surrenders his own protection, both physically, because he would rather protect Jimmy, but also emotionally bc it immediately reveals what he considers a flaw in himself, monstrous, hideous. And Jimmy sees him throw the walls up again, “He quickly shoves the gloves at Jimmy, moving to get up. “I’ll uh, I’ll get another pair tomorrow-”” but Jimmy won’t let him, instead looks at what could be considered Tango’s entire soul —his trauma, his Hels origin, the feral, blaze side of him, the side that lies and hides and lashes out at any who get too close, the “ugliest” parts of him —and loves him despite it? Even sees the beauty in him? Yea, no, I’m normal about that—
Anyways idk how long these things are supposed to be but I have a couple more thoughts so you’re still stuck with me. Ummm let’s see… I adore your impulse design. So I’m taking that, thanks. (If that’s ok) also was thinking about how Jimmy would wear shirts with the wings getting in the way (see bottom of 2nd pic), and then thought maybe that’s why he’s so good at embroidery or sewing in general, cuz he has to make custom clothes. And then I thought what if he made some *cough* outfits and had Tango judge them… or asked for help putting on/taking off a particularly difficult shirt... haven’t had time to draw that yet but ya know… one day. Aaaaand the blaze rods could theoretically make a pretty cool fire crown when Tango's angry, also blazes do damage when you touch them, but I don't think you get set on fire? So it must be the blaze rods themselves doing damage, so I imagine when Tango's fighting they swirl around him both to attack whoever gets too close and to block any incoming projectiles (see middle left of 1st pic). +gradients on the blaze rods :]
Last thing, I showed my sister the fic last night and she’s already read through it twice so you’ve infected two of us. We were theorizing on what’ll happen next chapter. We both think that the others will piece together, to some extent, Tango’s backstory before they figure out how to remove the collar, what with the cuffs he wears, the comments Atlas made about a farm, Atlas’s mentioning about using Jimmy that way for his feathers, etc etc. and the comment that Tango can hear everything? Yea, no, when that collar comes off he’s gonna be distraught, I’m wagering that everything immediately bursts into flames around him or something (cuz that’d be cool). I think he'll probably try to run away, too, but we'll see
Anyways, that’s not all my thoughts but this is getting pretty long, so maybe I’ll send another ask later if that’s alright. Have a good day! Post again soon! Please. Please I'm begging you. For my sanity plea-
(actually tho take ur time. quality is worth it, and this is nothing but quality)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg welcome. this was genuinely SUCH a lovely ask to read, but i wanna take the time to properly answer it so i’m gonna continue under the cut cause boy can i ramble
first off: HELLO, you got a tumblr bc of HTP?? incredible. i’m honored that this gay angsty little block man au was your introduction to the hellsite (affectionate). and don’t worry, i welcome asks no matter the length (tho i might not get to everything in a timely manner)
second of all: i’m SO happy you enjoyed my character voices. that’s definitely something that’s taken a bit of practice, especially for more understated characters that don’t have super obvious or unique vocal traits/vernaculars. i find it helpful to a) have spent a decent amount of time watching the source material and b) always go over my dialogue with the character’s voice in my mind, and see if it sounds like something they’d actually say. ofc, sometimes liberties can be taken based on the plot/setting of a fic but generally i spend a lot of time and effort on getting character voices right, so i appreciate the appreciation <3
thirdly: i like that particular sentence too ;0
fourth: THAT ART THO??? oh man. impulse looks amazing (i’ve always loved demon!impulse and gotta credit @lunarcrown for bringing that vision to life 💃) and the wings are SO well done, like you conveyed that leathery thin bat skin texture perfectly. the various tangos are SICK, i luuuuv seeing him in full blaze rage mode, using those blaze rods to their full effect. and those hands… goddamn. not only do i respect the hand anatomy but the ROSES… the shackles and their metallic texture… the gradient on tango’s claws… chef’s kiss 💋👌 and THANK YOUUU the post-nightmare scene was one of my favorites from that chapter, and you’ve summed it up beautifully.
moving on: as with all of lunar’s designs, she’s happy to inspire so BEHOLD, DEMON IMPULSE UPON YE (that’s a yes from both of us LOL) i love ur idea about jimmy making custom shirts to work around his wings, that’s one of those little details i never put much thought into but it fits so nicely with him being into embroidery. so jimmy def makes a lot of his own clothes (and occasionally some for tango), co-signed and approved. and ur on the right track about tango’s blaze rods- most of his defensive fire comes directly from them, doing that crazy swirly fireball thing that actual blaze do, but he does also have the ability to produce fire from his hands, he just doesn’t do it often. it takes a bit more concentration and practice, and he spent so long trying not to use his abilities that it doesn’t come second nature to him anymore. he was way more of a fire starter as a kid in hels.
last but not least: AWW it’s so sweet u got ur sister into the au (lord knows i’ve dragged mine into many a fandom 😂) glad y’all enjoyed it so much, AND now u have someone to theorize with 👀 i won’t say anything more on the matter other than i hope to get the next chapter out over the next couple weeks, so stay tuned…
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ren-rambles-often · 9 months ago
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Thanks for answering my ask. I love reading your answer. You have no idea, how happy and excited I feel when you said, "It's okay to ask again because I love talking about my fav ships".
Because I have been blocked by someone, and before they block me they said that 'I asked too much and it's annoying.' I was like, 'If you mind, please just say that and I will stop asking for sure, I thought you don't mind', but they still block me...
So, if you don't mind, can I ask, what do you think are Gojo and Yuuji’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....
P.s
If you want to answer the questions above with Drarry, Ereri or MikaYuu's dynamics, I don't mind....
Thanks if you want to answer @readreactrant and sorry for my long ask.
hihi dnana, super sorry I took so so long to get to this one in particular, I got backed up with work and school haha. And I'm so sorry to hear that, they definitely blew it out of proportion and that's kind of a bit immature on their part. Rest assured I love getting asks and hearing opinions, they fuel my yaoi passion (✷‿✷)
I'd love to answer for the other ships but I think I've only got energy for Goyuu rn lol. And damn am I gonna have to rack my smut filled brain for this one. I've never really been taken by any of the jjk characters cuz on the first watch, to me it was just like any other shonen. Reading a lot of what the fandom had to say over the last few years has definitely changed my opinion.
Gojo and Yuuji were definitely the first two characters that stuck out to me most in the series, (mostly bc of that almost kiss but oh well (✿ ♡‿♡). They both definitely oozed main character energy and I never completely saw Gojo as just the 'super powerful sensei' there always felt like there was more to him and when story began to focus a bit more on him I wasn't totally surprised.
Overall he's a commanding presence, and enigma in his own right and I admire how much he cares for his students. I wouldn't call him a perfectionist because of he was many of the adult characters and megumi wouldn't have so much of a issue with his attitude. But his definitely to be the strongest definitely stems from some deep drive to be what the jujutsu society needs him to be. And that I think is one of the sadness things about him.
Which is kind of where Yuuji kind of comes in. Like any regular person after watching jjk 0, I couldn't help but look for parallels between Yuuji and Geto. Not purely because of their connections to Gojo but because of their personalities which are quite similar. But where Geto's WAS a quiet kind of optimism and support Yuuji is more open, more rooted in the world around him. I'm not particularly fond of happy-go-lucky toxic positivity protagonists but there's about Yuuji that doesn't quite reach those extremes. He's kindness and slight hero complex is what leads him to assume the weight of the world his shoulders but the very admirable thing about him is that he doesn't break, no matter how weak he is in the face of it all because, undeniably, unlike other protagonists, you can't trust plot armour to work for him. All you know is that Gege doesn't want him happy.
What draws me to them as one of the best ships in the show tho, aside from the yummy teacher/student dynamic, is how cute the look together. Sue me but there's something inherently attractive about their color pallette and height difference. They're so funny and goofy together and Yuuji's ability to match other's energy and brighten the atmosphere is definitely something Gojo deserves to have around more frequently. Similarly I think Gojo's experience with Geto can help him reach out to Yuuji in times the younger male needs to understand not everyone can be saved. There's also this personal thing of mine where I view them as, Yuuji admires Gojo's strength, Gojo sees Yuuji's potential as someone to stand with him at the top (not like Yuuji gonna be topping in any other aspects of ya know what I mean).
All in all, it just makes me so happy seeing the two of them together, there's a lot of potential their dynamic and personalities leave up to exploration. Being teacher and student I also think there'll be a lot of nuance to their relationship if they did fall in love.
Thanks for coming this far, I'll probably edit this later but my brain feels so fried right now but really wanted to answer this ask cuz I've been lazing around trying to find an answer to "Why DO I like goyuu". The truth is tho, you don't need a reason to want to see two characters together.
BUT a ship is always nicer when their personalities and height difference go great together, I don't make the rules ¯\(◉‿◉)/¯
Thanks for the ask dnana and I'll hope I'll be able to do the other ships some other time but I hope my answer satisfied you ( ◜‿◝ )♡
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milf-louis · 1 year ago
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I know im late to post my first louis concert experience but i just really wanted to share this so here it is <3
The journey to the venue was pretty uneventful, when we got off the subway a man who worked there asked us if we’re going to the “Tomlinson concert” and gave us directions. On the bus we saw a bunch of really young fans, one of them was wearing a 0neDee shirt and i gave them a dirty look and idc if they were like 10 it felt good! Later on one of them asked if we want to be in their tiktok and wear heart shaped sunglasses… we rejected them so fast lol. So we got off the bus and walked till we saw the venue, screamed a bit, continued walking to the entrance, got past the security and then walked around without a purpose and got something to eat. In the meantime i worked on my sign. We made the mistake of not getting water afterwards and just made our way into the venue. When we got inside the venue tho the second opening act started playing. They were meh. And then we just sat there for a long time doing nothing but staring sadly at the giant poll that would block our view of louis on stage UNTIL the band appeared on the stage and THE CROWD WENT WILDDD the scream they let out made my ears RING AND THEN LOUIS WAS THERE AND HE STARTED SINGING THE GREATEST AND my life felt complete!! My heart was beating so fast and i felt lightheaded i just!!! Couldn’t believe my eyes!! I started screaming the lyrics right away. He was captivating, ethereal, powerful and OWNED the stage!!
So!! I do not remember the order of the songs but everything was amazing, he started off strong and kept it up. He did sound a bit off a few times but im guessing it has to do with the fact that he was tired bc of the previous shows. Anyways!! He literally KILLED KMM I did not want that song to end I couldn’t get enough!! He sounded SOOO good during Bigger Than Me! He hit those notes and you could tell that it’s a song that needs to be played live. Holding On To Heartache was such a moment my god he ate that UP!! That was one of the highlights for me i was really really impressed with how he sounded, he put his soul into that song and it showed! Shed a few tears as well cuz that song just hit different yk.. he did sing two 0neD songs which.. I didn’t sing along to because I genuinely didn’t know the lyrics and wasn’t going to try and remember 😭 so those were kind of the moment i let myself have a break from screaming and jumping. During WAOYF u could just tell the energy in the venue shifted. People were LOUD. As loud as the other one d songs LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID TO ALL OF US WITH THAT TRACK HE JUST KNOWS. Hearing WMI for the first time was such an experience!! The best way to describe it was nostalgic and just really sweet idk i loved it. Ok. I know I’ve heard copy like a thousand times now but… you guys the recorded version is NOTHING compared to the live version. I could feel myself ascending into heaven with every word it was just beyond words. One of my favourite moments or perhaps THE favourite part of the show for me. WALLS WAS ALSO NOSTALGIC AND I GOT TO SCREAM “you were my because” at louis with my whole heart!!!! That was so so so special definitely one of the moments i will never forget. Lucky Again was literally perfect he again hit the notes and it was perfection. The song that surprised me the most when heard live was probably Angels Fly because he just did it sooo well and had full control over the song it was just such a nice tune to hear live also one of my favourites! .Face The Music is one of the songs that sounds amazing live!! And 505… someone else did inform me that he will cover it but nothing and i mean NOTHING could have prepared me for what i heard that day. I was ON MY KNEES READY TO PLEASE HE was just so hot!!! So effortlessly hot and sexy it was almost too much for my heart. I caught myself shouting “with your hands between MY thighs” … not my proudest moment 😵‍💫 the most shocking moment was back to you ofc. i was losing my marbles when it started playing i was head empty no thoughts except for “what the fuck is happening is this a new track????” And louis starts singing and i am STILL TOO OUT OF IT TO UNDERSTAND THAT ITS BACK TO YOU so my friend had to tell me what song it is and then i was having the best time of my life. I don’t know how he managed to alter it into a rock version so perfectly but it’s not a surprise, anything that louis is involved in is absolute perfection. Out Of My System my beloved!! Could not get enough of it one of my faves. All This Time was another moment that made me emotional because it showed how louis loved performing that songs and put his heart into it. Silver Tongues was also one of my favs and i really REALLY wanted to be closer to the stage at that moment to see his chaotic ass in action 😭. They gave away free monsters when we left and a group of embarrassing people were doing a * karaoke but that’s irrelevant. Overall it was a perfect night and !! i got to meet @berlinini and @bbrox 🫶🏼
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baeddel · 2 years ago
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oh yeah, since i like, if i'm talking about things, talking about how i'm learning things: (long and extremely boring if you don't care about me)
at the moment i've been trying out some new stuff. as you know i typically just read whatever interested me without very much discipline. then for the last year or so i tried kind of a flexible schedule that involved setting weekly goals for myself, mostly 1ch of my OE book every week. i also started doing 15m of anki every day. well 2022 was a fucking nightmare for me so i wasn't as good at it as i think i coulda been, but when i was 'on' it was pretty good. but i've been trying something new again, which is to work on small daily goals instead.
because i divide my days by meals (cuz my weird diabetes leaves me with an inflexible meal schedule, it's very reliable), i must eat 4 hours apart and must have a snack in the middle. so my day naturally comes in 2hr chunks. so my ideal schedule is something like this:
breakfast meditate 7m [心斋法 'heart purification method'] (building it up) LANGUAGES BLOCK do my daily language chores snack break TEXTBOOK BLOCK pick 2-4 books & study 15m of each lunch LITERATURES BLOCK just read something i picked snack CORRESPONDENCE BLOCK reply to emails & IMs i have to reply to dinner free time snack free time supper brush teeth meditate 7m [心斋法 again] sleep
currently the language chores are:
15m Chinese Assimil book/tapes 10m Old English reading 15m Anki (both OE and Chinese)
the textbooks i'm using are
the OE grammar book still Hock & Joseph Intro to Historical and Comparative Linguistics Hayes Phonology a Lacan essay i'm reading cuz a friend's reading it
the literature part is currently Dante's Divine Comedy
the reason i'm doing it this way is three reasons:
1. learning two languages means i have to do a certain amount of stuff every day no matter what. plus grinding OE every day for over a year really trained my discipline in that respect so it's a lot easier for me now than it used to be.
2. i'm at a point in my learning where i'm kind of starting all over again at something new, re: studying linguistics, so i need to get through a bunch of textbooks and stuff. i needed something more consistent for going through a ton of material.
3. going by chapters or page numbers has a disadvantage, which is that you don't feel like you can skip pages or else you're cheating, and you also don't want to 'read around the subject' and dig into things you find that are interesting because it doesn't help your page number goal. and that's the opposite of what you want, because you want to skip around and do different levels of reading, and you want to follow up on things you're curious about. so going by time rather than page numbers is much better.
the reason for the literatures & emails portions was that i felt so good about the scheduling that i realized i could use it to work on other stuff too. so i'm hoping it helps me reply to stuff on a better schedule and also actually get to read poetry & fiction and stuff more often.
the only one i actually have to do daily is the lanɡuaɡes one. everythinɡ else can be skipped or swapped around dependinɡ on my enerɡy level / interest.
the languages component i've been faithful to for about three weeks, except this weekend when i had a huge fatigue crash & skipped two days. the other stuff i've added later. i've only managed to meet this ideal schedule twice in the week or so i've had it in mind. my hope is that i can work up to being more consistent with it, but it's also not that important that i really do it all every day. it's just an orientation thing. i've still been doing way more, way better than i have done for a long time, so i think it's been helpful. but i'll check back in on it later.
the meditation is interesting. my only reason for it is curiosity. it's part of what i'm studying, so i wanted to try it for myself. 心斋法 is based on a passage of Zhuangzi. i'm following the explanation of it in Wu Jyh Cherng's 'Daoist Meditation.' i've done the best with it out of any technique i ever tried. my problem with meditation is the opposite of most beginners; it tends to produce in me extremely intense experiences extremely quickly. this was also true this time, but starting with a short timer (5m) and being able to focus on the sound of the breath, as is part of this method, was helpful in getting through it. once i got through the initial hurdle i would get very intense blissful feeling and a tingling sensation all over. it's crazy that it really works... but now after a about a week i'm not getting it, and i'm getting distracted by thoughts and fidgeting like a normal person! who knows where it's going...
anyway for linguistics i'm working through those textbooks (which i nabbed from a Harvard historical linguistics class, and constitute my 'intro to historical linguistics block'), then i'm going to do a Writing Systems workout: Rogers' Writing Systems, Page's Intro to English Runes, and Boltz' Chinese Writing System. when i finish my introductory OE grammar i have a kind of 'bridge' text called Old English Historical Linguistic Companion by Roger Lass which is supposed to take you from the introductory grammars to Campbell &c. then Campbell's Grammar > Mitchell's Syntax > Hogg's Grammar. i have a general morphosyntax workout to pair with them at various stages: Payne Morphosyntax, Akajemi & Heny Intro to Transformational Grammar, Haegaman Intro to Government & Binding. at that point i think i can be done with textbooks. obviously i'm not bound to stick to this plan exactly, it's just orientation.
the historical linguistics & phonology textbook are a ton of fucking fun btw. the phonetics chapter of the phonology textbook is amazing because you can make all the sounds yourself, & its like doing a bunch of little experiments on your own body. now i know what i'm doing when i'm making all those sounds. and i inflict this knowledge on my girlfriend who thankfully loves me.
sometime before 2024 i'll start on Latin and work it into the language dailies part. the plan is to ideally get to where i can drop the textbooks & anki vocab grinding & just get where i need w/ extensive reading (and, in the case of Chinese, listening). then i'll change my schedule to have something like: 40m OE reading, 40m ZH reading, 40m Lat reading. and once i work that up enough i can fill that time with the kind of stuff that i'm learning the languages to read, so that my language practice is also actually study/research, and i'm starting to consolidate the different branches a bit and actually freeinɡ up time for other areas. that's the lonɡ term ɡoal, like, 'up to when i'm 35' kind of timeframe. thanks for reading!
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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 year ago
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~here’s a sad attempt at a Texas angst-ish song-fic cuz why tf not~ (Ps: I have no idea wtf I’m doing, but the song I chose is ‘Story’ by NF)
@yellowrosefromtexas here’s the fic I promised ya >:)
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At around 2am:
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(Woke up in a bad place
Should probably get up so I'm not late
Stared at my phone for the past eight
Minutes at nothing, my head aches)
~
Texas had been staring at his phone for lord knows how long. He had gone back to his house for a little break from the other states, and he had a few drinks that night, so he was a bit tipsy. While he was a little bit tipsy, he was still sober enough to know that he should probably go to bed. But he couldn’t for some reason, and he was developing a massive migraine that made it near impossible for him to think straight anymore. He looked at the time on his phone and sighed when it read "2:00 AM”. ‘Welp. There’s no use in trying to go to sleep I guess…’ he thought to himself as he turned off his phone and sat up.
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(Bottle's empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day)
~
Texas looked over to his nightstand to see if he had any medicine there and sighed in defeat when he saw nothing but an empty Excedrin bottle next to his lamp. He swung his feet over the side of his bed, ignoring the painful ringing in his head as he did so. When he stood up, he nearly fell over cuz of how dizzy he was, but he managed to steady himself. He knew it was only 2 in the morning, but he could already tell that this might be a bit of a rough day for him. He had just been chilling in his binder, so he grabbed a random tee-shirt and put it on before walking downstairs and out the front door.
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These are lyrics that have zero part in the actual story;
(I walk out the bedroom, my roommate's
Asleep on the couch with her two-faced
Boyfriend who lives here, but don't pay
A penny for rent, but he still stays
She says he's broke, I'm like, "No way"
Probably sells drugs, but she won't say
Tell me he dabbles in real estate
I mean I don't believe it, but okay)
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(Okay, pull out the driveway
Notice my gas tank's on E again
Well, of course it is
Guess I probably should stop at the gas station
So I take a right, pull up to the pump
While it's pumpin', I look at my ashtray
Then remember I need to get cigarettes (cigarettes)
Anything that help my mindstate)
~
Texas walked outside and decided to just go for a little drive in hopes that maybe a bit of fresh air could help clear his mind a bit and ease a bit of his migraine. He got into his truck and pulled out the driveway before he noticed that his truck was low on gas. Texas sighed as he drove to the little gas station that was a block away from where he lived. He pulled up to the pump and started filling up his gas tank. He looked over to his ashtray that was on the dashboard and saw that it was empty, meaning that he was out of cigarettes. He didn’t know why, but smoking always helped calm him down even though he knew that smoking was unhealthy. I mean- he’s immortal anyways, so why does it matter?
~
(So, I park and walk inside, wait
I should probably get somethin' to drink and eat, I guess
So I find and grab a couple bags of chips [this has no part in the story]
Where's the candy aisle? Oh, yeah, here it is
Which one should I get?
Should I grab the Starburst or
Change it up maybe grab the Twix?
Mm, grab the Starburst and I started walkin')
~
He waited until the thing stopped pumping gas before parking his truck and walking inside. Texas waved to the cashier, who was an old guy that went by the name of Mr. Manuel (or at least as far as Texas knew-) He realized that he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday and walked to the candy isle. He saw multiple different types of candies before deciding on the Starbust.
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(As I passed the garbage and I reach the fridge
I hear someone yellin' at the front of the store
Probably just a homeless guy getting bored
Probably just a customer whose card didn't work
And now he wants to start a war)
~
Texas started walking over to the fridge to get something with caffeine in it to make existence more bearable (mood-) when he suddenly heard a bunch of shouting from the front of the store where Mr. Manuel worked. ‘Prolly just someone a$$hole that didn’t get his way again 🙄’ he thought to himself. Angry customers wasn’t uncommon where Texas lived, so he wasn’t really that surprised.
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(Man, I can't afford to
Keep buyin' energy drinks every day, I shut the door
Then turn around and as I'm headin' towards the counter
With my drink, I hear, "Hey, open up the drawer")
~
The Lone Star State knew that energy drinks weren’t the best thing for him, seeing as it was basically caffeinated sugar water in a can, but then again, he could care less. He had the sleep and eating schedule of a college student, as in he never slept and he didn’t eat as much as he was supposed to and he was at the point where he could give zero sh*ts. He started walking towards the register when he heard a loud voice shout "HEY OPEN UP THE DRAWER!!!", along with a gunshot that was directed at the ceiling.
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(Crouching on the floor
Peek around the aisle, gun is on the forehead
Of the man that's behind the counter
Now my heart is poundin' and I'm prayin' to the Lord
I don't die today, I can't die today
I got things to do, tryin' not to shake
Plottin' my escape, where's my cellphone at?
Left it in my car, icing on the cake)
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Texas crouched down on the floor at the end of one of the aisles and looked around the corner to see some guy dressed in all black that had to be nearly the same height as him pointing a gun at the head of Mr. Manuel, who was behind the counter and looked terrified. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and started mentally praying to the Lord for his and Mr. Manuel’s safety. He shakily went reach for his phone that he thought was in his back pocket, and mentally cursed when he couldn’t find it. He didn’t have his own gun on him either, so shooting the guy wasn’t really an option. Sh*t.
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(I start crawling, I can hear him yellin'
"I want every penny, I want every dime" (yeah)
"Once you finish with the cash
Open up the bag, throw some cigarettes inside" (yeah)
"Which ones do you want? Which ones do you want?"
"I'm not picky, give me any kind
Give me all of 'em, yeah, just toss 'em in
Keep it movin' though, I'm runnin' low on time
And I'd advise you to move a little quicker
Trust me, I don't wanna have to pull the trigger
I done it before, it's not a pretty picture
What, you don't believe me? I'm just playin' with you
Well, no I'm not, no I'm not
Just do what I say 'cause if you even think
Of tryna pull a fast one on me, promise you'll be sorry
Oh, my driver's callin', I can't miss my pickup")
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Texas started crawling his way closer and closer to the register. As he was crawling, he could hear the frantic stuttering of Mr. Manuel, and the loud booming voice of the criminal spitting out orders to the poor guy behind the counter.
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(That's when I did somethin' stupid
And my jacket knocked over a can of soup and then
It got quiet, did he hear me movin'? Shh
Hold my breath, he must've heard me do it, huh?
I'm assumin' the noise must've made him turn his head enough
To let the guy that was at gunpoint grab his own gun
Now they both got weapons, maybe I should help him
Sneak up, slow and deck him)
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‘F(Speaks Texas)K’ The Lone Star State thought to himself when his shoulder knocked over a can of soup. He quickly ducked his head behind the aisle shelf when the criminal’s head snapped towards him. Texas held his breath in hopes that the guy hadn’t heard him. He guessed that by knocking over the can, he distracted the criminal long enough that Mr. Manuel could grab his own gun and point it at the taller man. Texas considered helping his friend and possibly somehow getting the criminal unarmed and on the ground so that they could safely call the police.
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(Time to go, time to go, time to go
It's gon' be a bloody miracle
Now or never, God, if I had any blessings
Coming in my future, could you send 'em to my present?
Peek around the edge, and I start runnin' at him
He don't see me comin', does he? Steppin' closer
Grab his neck and hold him, squeezin' on his throat
I'm tryna choke him, then his elbow hits my nose and)
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Texas knew that if he was gonna help Mr. Manuel, that it should be now or never. It would be an absolute miracle if all they both managed to escape unscathed, and an even bigger miracle if they managed to escape *alive*. ‘F*ck it." He thought to himself as he quickly but quietly stood up. He started running at the criminal and managed to jump on him. Texas wrapped his legs around the other man’s torso and started trying to choke him. The two struggled for a few seconds before the criminal somehow managed to elbow Texas in the face as hard as he could.
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(Think he broke it, I think he broke it
My blood is leaking all over my clothes, I try
Not to let go, but my hands begin to slip and bullets start to fly
Can't see out my eyes
Cashier still alive?
I can't tell, I'm tryna crawl away, here comes another guy)
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Texas heard a loud CRACK! when the guy elbowed him in the face and fell off with a yelp. He hears bullets start to fly all around him but he couldn’t see anything, as he was blinded by pain and dizziness. He started trying to crawl away so he could compose himself and continue fighting. Through blurred vision, he managed to see another guy run into the store.
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(He runs inside, like, "Where's the money?
Did you get the money? Where's the bag you brought?" (Ayy)
"I don't know, I think it's still behind the counter
Probably by the cashier I just shot" (ayy)
"Who's this on the floor? Who's this on the floor?
"I don't know, " "Well, did they call the cops?"
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He heard the new guy yell. He could barely see at this point and felt like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he was in. ‘C’mon bro…. I was just tryna get a damn drink and some cigarettes and then this sh*t?!’ Texas thought to himself angrily. That anger soon turned to fear when he realized that the new guy acknowledged his existence and knows that he’s there.
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(He runs up to me, then he grabs my shoulder
As he flips me over, then my jaw, it drops 'cause
[I thought his voice sounded real familiar
He's got a mask on, but the shirt he's wearing
Is the same one he had on this morning
Staring in my eyes, I know he knows I know]——No part in this——
Embarrassed, he stands above me and says, "Sorry Aaron, but
I don't have a choice", He holds the barrel up
To my head, I scream, "You can't be serious"
He shakes his head and says, "I'm sorry," then the gun)
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Texas panicked a bit when he heard footsteps running towards him and felt a hand grab his shoulder and flip him over. The other guy took a good look at him before pointing the gun at Texas. Texas tries to sit up and move away, but he finds himself trapped against a wall.
The guy pointing the gun at Texas chuckled a bit and with a sadistic smile said,"Sorry kid, we can’t have anybody tellin’ the cops what happened here."
Texas closed his eyes and braced for the bullet. He heard a gunshot, but was surprised when he didn’t feel a bullet hit him. He opened his eyes and looked up to see the guy with a bullet wound in his stomach. He flinched and closed his eyes again when he heard what sounded like back and forth gunfire.
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(Cashier yells to ask if I'm okay, he's dialing 9-1-1
I run over to him, grab his phone and try to help him up
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"There's been a robbery, the cashier was shot, he needs an ambulance
He looks kinda pale, I think he might've lost a lot of blood"
"Okay, help is on the way, anybody else been injured?"
"Yeah, the robbers, there were two of 'em"
"Can you tell me their condition? Are they still alive?"
"Well, I'm not really sure, but they don't look so good
I'm pretty sure they're dead
Yeah, I think they're dead"
"Alright, take a deep breath
Everything's gonna be okay, you're gonna be alright")
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After what seemed like forever, the gunshots stopped and Texas opened his eyes again. The two criminal were dead on the ground and Mr. Manuel was staggering towards him with what he assumed was the cashier’s phone in his hand. Texas got up and ran over to the cashier so he could help. He took off his tee-shirt and used it to try and stop the bleeding from the cashier.
"¿Estás bien, Texas?" Mr. Manuel asked him.
Texas gently took the phone from his hands. "Si estoy bien." He sighed in relief when the 911 picked up the phone. He told them everything he knew, and what the statuses of Mr. Manuel and the two robbers were.
"Alright, police are on their way with an ambulance. Everything’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be alright kid." The phone operator said.
Texas once again sighed in relief when he heard police sirens and saw the flashing lights. The phone operator’s words were very comforting, and he knew that she was right, they were both gonna be alright. He let the dizziness and lack of sleep take him over and he slowly drifted out of consciousness….
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ruminate88 · 5 months ago
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Digestive problems after emotional abuse:
I was completely in the dark about my digestive health…… When I was texting my ex Andrew, there was times he would ignore me for days or hours, but then always come back and act like everything was fine and so if I was out in public with family and Andrew was upsetting me, I would go to the bathroom to text him and find myself just in there forever, trying to find the right words to say to him, to express my feelings and try to make him understand me, but I know now he was NEVER going to understand me because he didn’t really care about me. He was just using me for my nudes..
And family would make comments to me like “Why do you take so long in the bathroom?” 😳😓😣 and of course I didn’t want to talk about Andrew to family because I knew they would want to see pictures of him and talk to him and meet him and I had already tried to meet Andrew’s family but he said he wasn’t ready yet. He said he wanted to “get to know me more, but he promised me he was going to introduce me to his mom and dad” and I was waiting so patiently……
so in using the bathroom during those times to text Andrew, I can’t really say I remember if my digestive health was doing good or not because my whole focus was on keeping peace with Andrew, keeping it a happy relationship and not pushing him away. Not upsetting him and making him ignore me again cuz every time he came back to me, I was more on eggshells wanting so bad to keep him!!!! because when he was actually spending time with me, I was so happy and I didn’t want the happiness to end, but it always did!!! 😔💔
Also, I don’t like to talk about Jake much because it’s just too much, but Jake for YEARS was very critical of me most of the time always showing up after a break up pretending to be my “friend” who cares so much about me but yet he was consistently putting me down and I didn’t know why he was bullying me so much. So of course that kept me in survival mode. I just didn’t understand it back then.
Not until I’ve blocked Andrew AND Jake, got married to a guy nice and then Covid happened, then my eyes opened to the fact that I had been losing hair and that it’s like my gut just gave way. I started to have so much burning in my esophagus and no one knew why…… I randomly lost over 25 pounds within two weeks!! I tried to seek out a doctor, but it was during Covid and so it was hard to see a doctor in person and I started trying different medicines and of course I couldn’t eat so I lost even more weight!!! (I wasn’t a big person to start with)
After I learned about emotional abuse and learned about “flight or fight mode”, “survival mode” and then what happens when you get out of that and start to relax. Your body basically stops tightening so much and can make your gut relax but also give way. (I can’t explain it, I’m not a health expert so don’t just take my advice only. This is what what I’ve experienced.) anyway, I then began to treat myself a little differently now that I know that it’s most likely digestive issues.
i’ve started taking various vitamins, including magnesium citrate. I’m taking it in a powder form where you pour it into water and drink it, and that has helped a lot, and I was taking a probiotic digestive gummy, which I didn’t realize how much it was helping until I stopped taking it and now suddenly I’m having digestive issues again… coincidence much? For the most part, I’ve been able to eat whatever I want, but within reason, and there is certain foods, I’ve stayed away from as they are very hard to digest.
I’ve seen videos of testimonials where women say they got “sick” after or during emotional abuse but when they go to the doctor, the doctor can not find anything wrong with them … so that also makes me question IF a doctor would even find anything wrong with me or is this truly psychological? You know the body, soul and mind is all one. So your body reacts to your mindset. I’ve tried to think positively towards my body. Tried to free my mind to let myself think that I’m OK and that nothing is wrong with me but whenever I have “flareups” which is rare because I have kept my gut health under control, but the flareups are painful when they happen. It’s just so upsetting and I can’t eat. I’m sluggish too.
my only advice for right now, is to not give up. Hope to keep going on your healing journey keep growing and learning, releasing the trauma, forgiving the past and yourself learning to trust yourself again, which is a really hard one for me and having self-control in your diet. If you know, certain foods are only going to hurt your stomach, then as much as you want to eat them, maybe you shouldn’t. but this is just me. I’m not a doctor so I can’t really tell you what to do. Every person is different.
also I seen a video the other day where somebody said they rubbed some kind of magnesium oil on their feet before they went to bed and that it really helped their digestive a lot. I haven’t looked it up yet, but I am curious as to if that’ll be better than the powder form, I’m taking currently.
Praying too is sometimes hard cuz you carry so much shame and weight from the past and you feel disconnected from self and God but praying over your stomach and laying your hand on the parts of you where you believe the trauma is stored. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I’m not crazy and you’re not crazy. Your stomach hurts and people have accused me of purposely losing weight. Idk if they think I’m trying to be “vain” or what but it’s no so 🥺🥺🥺 I didn’t ask to be a skeleton, it just happened….
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rivthewriter · 1 year ago
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For the WIP ask game, I'm really intrigued by "The land of the tender incident" (sounds like TGFC and HuaLian?? Maybe smut?!) and "The Untold Story".
Please enlighten me as to what these are about 😍🙏🏼😊
Hi hi! I'm so glad you chose these two! And thank you for asking! I completely forgot The Land Of The Tender Incident was listed in there tbh, and no worries of getting the name mixed up (I saw your other ask <3) I do that too, especially with the titles of my own works. it is indeed tgcf but, instead of hualian, its Mu Qing and Feng Xin, because im a little goober who loves the 'angsty cat type guy falls for the dog type guy he keeps hissing at' tropes, its not written too far, in all honesty idk if it'll ever even see the light of day (and it def wont remain that title. its just titled that so i remember what fandom its from lmao) But its around post tgcf, where the two of them have to investigate claims of some form of unrest just within the boundaries of both of their domains, They're arguing the *whole time* and end up not paying attention to whats going on around them (cuz they're too busy butting heads), and MQ ends up accidentally disturbing the beginning blooms of the land of tender, and it sends this, pollen/scent into the air (as it does) and the rest goes on from there >:3 The event leads MQ to accidentally letting it slip that just maybe he liked FX for quite a long time but always had a hard time accepting it or showing it because their rivalry was.. *fun* for him. They both knew how to get under eachother's skin after all.. and hey, even though they fight all the time they did seem to get along besides it.. for the most part.. I'm unsure if i want the smut to be during that incident or shortly after because i want to milk the angst and frustration aspect of it >:3 If i had to give a sneak peek.. well I leave you with this short section (which one day may be slightly adjusted since i wrote this at like. 4 am):
"...His Highness dealt with this before and made it through it without doing anything too.. strange.. you can make it through this too" Feng Xin replied, glancing at the other martial god, the light was starting to go down, casting shadows into the run-down building, they were lucky to have found it... despite the circumstances.
"He stabbed himself in the stomach with a sword to keep himself from breaking his cultivation. I'm not about to do that. My cultivation matters but for fucks sake I'm not that insa-" Mu Qing got cut off by a sharp shudder running through him "Insane." he finished, gritting his teeth.
And onto A Tale Untold! <3 A Tale Untold is a wip for Fragile Dreams, which is an older wii game that not many people know about. It takes place after the story of the game, years down the road, when Seto, the protagonist, stumbles upon a man suspended in a preservation tank, he then manages to release the man, and discovered that this stranger has no memory of how he got in there, why, or even what his name was. So, he dubbed the stranger 'Starling' and promised to help him recover his past. Chapter one is up on my ao3 (thankfully i beat the writers block for that chapter) and chapter two is in the works, its a sorta fix-it future fic where i decided "yknow what. this character didnt need to die in canon. im bringing him back and no one can stop me" I will say, this one is one of my favorites to just, sit down and brainstorm for. though if you ask my friends on discord you will find that I've had like, thorough discussions about "is this ethical? what about this? does the science behind this make any sense?" as if this isn't just a silly goofy fanfic im writing for the hell of it lmao
And i will give you a small sneak peek at chapter two! (and of course, it is subject to change, im constantly rewriting my stuff) :
Starling’s behavior stressed Seto out beyond measure, he was constantly worried Starling would fall and injure himself, or come face to face with some rabid, stray animal. But stress wasn’t the only feeling that had been bubbling in Seto. An odd sense of familiarity was building, each time he would chance a glance at Starling he would see a familiar flash of a multi-color coat, a yellow scarf.. It would make Seto pause for a moment, chest tightening. He didn’t really know why Starling reminded him of the friend he had forgotten.. The one who gave him the ring he couldn't bear to part with for even a second. Perhaps it was their happy-go-lucky natures that seemed similar.. Or their thrill-seeking behavior..  Starling and Crow were just.. *so* similar.
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aikofanfan · 3 years ago
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Overprotective and unhinged MC with Luke (platonic)
A/N: Good god what have I created…uh…yeah I went waaaay off the rails with this one.
Warnings: Blood and violence. Nothing overly graphic. Probably death mention if ya squint.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Barbatos
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“MC I don’t like how those demons have been following us.” Luke whispers to you, looking over his shoulder.
“Me neither.” You mutter. You and Luke had gone out together just the two of you to a little cafe and were walking back to Purgatory Hall. However you were being followed by a not so friendly looking group of demons. Well when do demons ever look friendly really.
Eventually that group catches up to the two of you.
“A little Angel and human all by themselves?” What looked to be the leader asks, getting in front and blocking your path. Soon you get surrounded.
You look over the situation once before kneeling down to Luke and taking his hands into your own.
“Luke. I need to you cover your ears and close your eyes.” You tell him sweetly.
“MC you aren’t going to fight them are you?! Let me just call Simeon!” Luke tried to talk you out of whatever you had planned but you just keep smiling.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll protect you.” You tell him. “You always watch over me.”
The Angel finally does as you’ve asked him. Hands pressed tight against his ears and eyes squeezed shut. You stand back up and look over your shoulder at the leader.
“Try not to scream too loud, yeah?” You ask as your eyes flare up green, your pact marks burning against your skin.
“Look at this boys, the human is getting all c-!”
CRACK
“Now if memory serves me right.” You began, left hand squeezing the demon’s neck so hard you heard a loud crack. “You won’t die unless I go for your heart or flat out break your spine.”
Like a sixth sense, you throw the demon in your hand at his remaining group, making them crash onto the ground. Just as you thought, they were going for Luke.
“You focus on me.” You growl. “Touch him and I’ll punish you in worse ways than the avatar of Pride himself.”
“You’re crazy!” One lacky yelps. “Are you even human?!”
“Of course they are!” The leader coughs, his throat healing itself. “They’re just overly cocky cuz of their pacts!”
You sigh and pull out your DDD.
You: Lucifer darling. Can you come by and pick up me and Luke? Thank you~
You hit send and put it back into your pocket.
“You really aren’t going to leave us alone until you’ve made a point?” You ask as the group gets up and composes themselves.
“Yeah! You’re just a human! Easy pickings!” The second lacky answers.
“Alright then.”
“Luke? Luke?”
Was that Simeon?
“Don’t open your eyes.” The older Angel hushes. “I’m here. I’m just going to pick you up alright?”
“Okay. Where’s MC? Are they okay?” Luke asks as he feels himself being lifted off the ground.
“They’re fine.” Simeon answers and looks at the surrounding area. “They’re just…busy.”
Three demons lay on the ground.
One with two broken legs.
One with a dislocated arm and broken leg.
And one with a snapped neck and hole in his chest.
“I’ll take you back to Purgatory Hall okay? You can meet up with them later.” Simeon whispers.
“Okay.”
Simeon looks at Lucifer before leaving the area. The demon walks over the bodies and peaks down an alley and finds you leaning against the wall, blood splattered on your clothes and face.
“Am I in trouble?” You ask as he walks over.
“No, things like this are nothing new in the Devildom. Are you okay?” He asks, standing by you.
“Peachy.” You chuckle. “Luke won’t know about this, right?”
“As long as you don’t tell him. No he won’t.” Lucifer answered.
“Good.” You hum. “I saw red, Lucifer. I couldn’t stop myself.”
You lean into his side and he rubs your back. You may have just become the scariest human in the Devildom.
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fanficshiddles · 2 years ago
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One Picture, One Shot
Thanks for the prompt, I changed slightly so I hope this is ok. heartangel1331 submitted: maybe you could do one where reader meets tom on set and they start falling in love and become rly close and a couple days later he goes public with his new gf who she doesn't know he's dating just for publicity like fake dating mutually and she's hurt and theres angst. then he confronts her and while fighting(verbally lol). with something like why not me and she's a lil younger like 10 yrs so she brings that up. he and pushes her against the wall and kisses her and says something like I love u thats why. and hes dating that other person cuz his agent forced him to kinda something like that and them smut with the hands tied w breeding kink
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You met Tom a few months ago when you were acting as an extra for a new series he was starring in.
The two of you hit it off instantly, there was a connection between you both. Normally you would never sleep with a man on the first date, but the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
When you had to return home up North, Tom promised he would come and visit you once he was finished filming.
You kept in touch with him, messaging daily and speaking on the phone at least every second day or so. You were head over heels for him and you thought he was with you, too. At least, that’s what he told you plenty of times.
But as you had been riding the high of falling in love and finally thinking you’d met the right guy, it all came crashing down so quickly, within a second. You’d opened up social media to find pictures of Tom, from today, kissing another woman outside a restaurant. The young actress that he was starring opposite in the series.
You’d never felt heart break like it before, you were absolutely devastated.
In the midst of your upset and anger at how he would do this to you, you messaged him simply saying thanks for nothing.
Then you blocked his number, you didn’t want to hear his excuses. It was obvious you had just been a bit of fun while you were there, but now he had found a beautiful famous actress that he wanted to be with instead.
For the rest of the day, you were on a downward spiral, kicking yourself for falling into the comfort thought that a guy like him would be interested in you.
You cried yourself to sleep that night, waking up many times during the night thinking it had been a nightmare. But your tear-stained pillow said otherwise.
You called in sick to work, not able to face seeing anyone today. You needed the day just to try and get your head together again.
But that didn’t last too long.
Around lunch time there was an urgent knocking on your door. You ignored it at first, not wanting to see anyone. But they kept knocking, constantly.
When you dragged yourself to see who the hell it was, you certainly didn’t expect to open the door to see Tom.
You tried to slam the door shut on him, but he reached out quickly and pushed back against it, stopping it.
‘Darling, please. I need to talk to you.’ He pleaded.
Part of you was confused to why he travelled five hours to see you when he was obviously with someone else. But you were so angry and upset still.
‘You didn’t even have the decency to tell me first!’ You snapped at him and tried pushing the door closed against his hand but he was too strong.
‘That is not what happened, at all. Please. There is nothing between us, she grabbed me and kissed me, I pushed her off. I swear to you, darling. There is nothing going on.’
‘Why should I believe you? There was a picture of you both kissing all over the internet!’ You screeched at him as tears welled up in your eyes.
‘One picture, because I pushed her away instantly. I swear on my life, I told her that wasn’t on what she did.’
You turned away from him and went back into your home, since you weren’t able to shut the door on him. He followed you in, though you wished he had just left.
‘She’s a young hot actress, I wouldn’t blame you for choosing her. I just hate you didn’t tell me!’ You argued back at him.
‘But I don’t choose her!’ Tom yelled at you.
‘Why are you here? What’s the point?’ Your voice was raised.
‘You blocked my number. Of course I was going to come and see you!’ Tom’s voice was raised too, his jaw was clenched, as he was angry you weren’t listening to him.
‘But WHY?’ You yelled at him.
‘Because I love you, that’s why!’ Tom yelled back and then he swiftly moved in on you, pushing you back against the wall and he held your chin as he kissed you firmly.
He took your breath away as he deepened the kiss and his hands began to wander. At first you were shocked at his admission of his love for you, and now at the passion he was kissing you with.
When he eventually gave you a breather, you were gasping for air, but he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and gazed into your eyes lovingly.
‘Let me make it up to you for what she did… Please, darling. Let me show you how much you mean to me.’ He dipped his head down to you again to steal another kiss.
In response, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed against him.
Tom slid his arm around you and he lifted you up, then carried you through to your bedroom. You both toppled down onto the bed, hands roaming over one another as you tried undressing each other.
Once Tom had you naked underneath him, he slowly began kissing and sucking on your neck, making you moan as his hands wandered down your body.
‘You’re so beautiful, my love. How could you even think for a second, I’d want anyone else.’ He mumbled against your neck as his hand slipped between your thighs, they fell open easily for him. You gasped as his fingers began lightly stroking you, finding you wet already, but his wicked fingers soon had you soaking.
‘I’m yours and you are mine, love… Let me show you, make you mine.’ He growled into your ear, making you tremble.
He flipped you over onto your stomach, then gently took hold of your hands and brought them round to your back. He skilfully tied them together with your bra that was just at the side of the bed, making your heart race in excitement.
Taking hold of your hips, he pulled you up onto your knees and then moved in behind you, you felt his cock trail against your inner thigh, until he lined up with your wet cunt. One hand slipped around to your neck, holding you up against him as his other hand went to your stomach.
‘You and only you are mine…’ He purred as he thrust his cock slowly, but firmly, into you. He filled you to the brim and halted, letting you adjust for a bit. ‘And I’m going to fuck a baby into you to prove it.’
‘Oh god.’ You whimpered at not only feeling him fill you up, but at his words too. The thought of him doing just that…
He felt you clench around his cock, making him chuckle as he nipped your shoulder.
When he began moving, pulling out ever so slightly to then thrust back into you, you couldn’t contain all your moaning and whimpering. He just felt so good inside you.
‘I am going to make sure I get you pregnant, even if it means having to take you repeatedly on the hour every hour until you are. Proving over and over that you’re mine. For everyone to see, paparazzi included.’  
‘Ohhh, Tommmm.’ You cried out, you were so close already. And so was he.
You could feel him starting to throb inside you, making him feel even larger. Then the large hand on your stomach ventured further down and he started teasing your clit that was flushed out from hiding by his presence inside you.
‘Cum for me. Cum all over my cock while I fill you up.’ He growled, thrusting hard once more into you. You did just as he said and started cumming at the same time as he did, your mind had turned to utter mush as the pleasure wrecked you completely.
Tom growled and grunted behind you, biting harder on your shoulder that would leave a mark. His cum filled you up, and once he was finished he didn’t pull out. Instead, he gently lay you down still under him, feeling his weight on top of you was oddly comforting and heavenly.
‘Am I forgiven? Do you believe me now, darling?’ He whispered, kissing the back of your neck before you turned your head to the side.
‘I… I do.’ You whispered. ‘I love you, Tom.’
‘I love you too.’ Tom smiled, relieved he had you back.
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crowning-art · 2 years ago
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TGCF SPOILERS!
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WOOHOOOOO WE ARE NEARING THE END!!!
So basically, the Xie Lian and White No-Face arc is going like this, isn't it?
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I wonder why he wants him in such a state so badly.....
But again, just the awful twisted sense of giving Xie Lian comfort after LITERALLY being the cause of his problems wdgwifwpbf
“Don’t worry, it’s alright.
From now on, there will no longer be anything that can hold you back, there won’t be anyone who holds any unnecessary expectations of you, and there certainly won’t be anyone who’d know just who you are. So, you can freely do anything you want to do.”
DUdE
WHAT THE HECK MAN?!?!? CAN WHITE NO-FACE CHILL FOR TWO SECONDS?!?!?!
“Would you like me to help remind you of what it feels like to be pierced by a hundred swords?”
All the symbolisms of the statues throughout have been one of my fave parts of reading! The one where the blood falls from the smiling statue! The kneeling one when Xianle fell! And this one now!
It was a fresh, tender, and weak little white flower, placed upon the left hand of that burnt black divine statue with missing limbs. The contrast made it appear particularly pure like snow, but also particularly bleak. It looked as if this divine statue had landed all those injuries in order to protect this little flower.
I dunno how to explain it, but there was something deeply disturbing about this part.
“I hope Your Highness would give me this sword and permit me to activate the human face disease.” Wuming said.
Xie Lian turned his head back, “Why?”
The eyes behind the mask of that black-clad warrior were watching him intently. “My beloved sustained grave injuries in this war, suffering a fate worse than death. I could only watch helplessly as they suffered this torment, struggling in agony.”
“And?” Xie Lian said.
“And so, I hope I could be the one to wield the sword and avenge them.”
Specifically with regards to Xie Lian. It's like, he knew Wuming died in battle, and he says he saw his beloved in agony, and yet, it's like he needed prompting like, ok? so? Like he's lost the ability to empathize and it's so disturbing and heart breaking.
AND THEN
IT'S LIKE IN THE NEXT SECOND HE SOMEHOW REGAINS HIS HUMANITY BACK T-T
He hadn’t even had the time to stop Xie Lian before the next second, Xie Lian had turned the point of the blade on himself, and plunged that black sword into his own abdomen!
It's like he realized that letting his kind side go would be giving into White No-Face and it's just so crazy watching him stand up and fight back despite how far down he fell...
I mean...literally lol..
Thus, Xie Lian rested like that in that human-shaped pit, watching the curious heads of people gradually decrease and slowly disappear. The carriages that were blocked detoured around him, and the children who were playing around on the streets were all dragged back into the house by their parents. There was still a person here and there who’d pass by, but they were further away in the distance. Xie Lian remained expressionless throughout, speaking not a word.
And it's interesting to see how the actual humans are the ones who are not willing to help and show a bit of humanity..
Yikes.
SASSY XIE LIAN LET'S GOOOO!!!
“What are you waiting for?”
That half-crying half-smiling mask was upside-down, and coincidentally blocked his entire vision. They faced each other, with only a few feet between their faces.
Xie Lian said coldy, “Get the hell out of here, you’re blocking me from watching the sky.”
To be told to get the hell away, White No-Face wasn’t upset in the least. He laughingly straightened up, sounding more and more affable, like an elder who was tolerant of a spoiled child. “What’s so good about the sky?”
“It’s prettier than you,” Xie Lian snapped back
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AHHHH CAn't believe I am nearing the end after so long T-T Ahh the plan is to finish book 4 tomm and by January/February, I should hopefully be done the book (Cuz i have lots to draw for this when I finish! XD)
Can't wait! Hopefully I stick to the plan lol
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ateezfanficthingies · 2 years ago
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Fallen Angel - Choi San
Genre: Fluff and I think a bit of angst (???)
Word count: 1167
You are a demon living in hell and someone ends up on your property.
This has not been proofread, sorry. I started this at nearly 11PM and spat it out in like an hour okay?
L/N = Last name
Should I make a part two?? Cuz I don't fucking know. :| Update: Yeah I made a part two.
Image is a screenshot taken from an edit by @kaynatiny on TikTok.
THIS IS MEANT PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS NOT MEANT TO REPRESENT NOR SLANDER ATEEZ NOR IT'S MEMBERS IN ANY WAY.
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A loud thud woke me up.
Well… not the thud, but the energy attached to it. It was… an angel? Why here? And why was its energy so strange?
I dragged my lazy ass out of bed and outside my house, the warmth of the hellfire hitting my face and putting me at ease. I took a nice deep breath and felt it burn my lungs just right.
I looked ahead to see a figure with big white feathered wings crying into their knees… in the middle of a giant crater in my front yard.
"Ey!' I barked out and started walking toward them. The figure slowly looked up and when I was next to them, they looked up at me and… he was absolutely gorgeous! Even as he was crying. Are all angels this attractive?
His eyes darted at the house behind me and he sniffed trying to swallow but his blocked nose and the lump in his throat kinda got in the way.
"Sorry… is this your house?" he held eye contact with his incredibly apologetic eyes after he softly finished his question.
I was so taken aback by his beauty I had to pull myself back to reality. "Y-yeah… It's fine- aren't you an angel? Why are you here?" I was beyond confused as to why he was here. He looked down at the bottom of his pants and watched as darkness slowly started to seep into it and climb it's way up.
"No, no, no, no!" He started crying again, grasping his pants, grabbing at the slowly rising black as if that was going to stop it. He gave up quickly and sat back, letting the tears run down his beautiful face.
I decided to ask a different question. "What's your name?" It was as if he had immediately forgotten I was there entirely because he looked up at me with such surprise.
"S-S-San… C-Choi San…"
"Y/N. L/N Y/N." He nodded and looked back down. We stayed quiet for a bit. He sat there looking sadly at his knees and I just stood beside him and watched him stare.
"I accidentally caused an angel's death…" he finally said without looking up. My eyes widened in shock. "I didn't mean it… I swear I didn't mean it…" his voice became high and small, threatening to break. How in the fresh hell did he accomplish that?
"So that's why you're here." He slowly nodded. The darkness had started seeping into the roots of his hair as well. I knelt down to get a closer look at him. He looked back at me surprised.
"Do you know anyone here who can help you out?" He shook his head.
"Do you know this area?" He shook his head.
"Do you have a place to stay?" He shook his head, only realising he didn't have anywhere to go after I asked him.
I sighed.
"Well, I guess you're staying with me now." His eyes went wide as he shook his head. "Nononono… it's alright. I-I can figure something out." He didn't sound very confident in his response. I looked him in the eyes, expressionless: "You're gonna be living with me, at the very least until you know what the hell is going on."
"I-I-"
"Strays like you don't last long here. You can either end up getting yourself killed or stay by me. What's it gonna be, pretty boy?"
He stayed silent and looked down. I slipped my hand under his chin. He tensed up in response and I very slowly moved his head to face me, feeling him relax slowly. He examined my face as I slowly wiped the tears from his cheeks. He looked more like a demon than an angel right off the bat, he was unbelievably hot with extremely sharp features. "You'll be safe with me, San. Just take it. When you have a better grasp of everything you can go off on your own if you want. I have a spare room, you'll just have to wait for me to clean it out properly." I chuckled. That room is a fucking mess.
"I don't understand why you care… don't you see us as enemies?" I stared at the darkness that had seeped almost halfway into his pants legs and hair. He looked down too and it was as if I could hear his heart cracking like it was a block of ice.
"No I don't… unless you do something to make me see you as one." I softly smiled at him.
I stood up and stretched out my hand for him. He looked at it and hesitantly took it, letting me help him up.
He looked down at himself. The darkness seeping further up his clothes at a slightly faster rate. He was accepting it.
He looked up at me.
"I don't want to be a demon…" his voice cracked as he expressed this fear.
"Being a demon only means you have done something bad, use dark magic and have a dark aesthetic sweetie. We're all just humans with powers - angels and demons." I chuckled. The darkness spread faster.
"If the angels kicked you out it's their loss. Be a better angel than any of them could ever be, while using your demonic powers if that's what you want. We're not all bad." I smiled widely at him.
"Plus you're really hot so it's a double loss for them." I said matter-of-factly and he chuckled in embarrasment, his face turning an ever so light shade of pink.
The darkness rapidly consumed his clothing and seeped into every fibre of his once white hair. From the inner facing parts of his eyebrows a quick rush of darkness turned his eyebrows black. He looked good…
I tilted my head to look at his wings and he looked back and spread them to get a better look himself. The darkness spread from his shoulder blades and beautifully turned every pristine white feather to a pure, sleek, inky black. He rested his wings once more and turned back to look at me. As I stared at his eyes I saw the darkness overtake their entirety like watercolour paint spreading in a glass of clear water, undoubtedly clouding his vision and as he was about to panic I held his hand to steady him. The black faded away in the same way it had appeared, like black paint in water, and the whites of his eyes slowly showed once more. The last to change was his irises that, once the ink-like darkness had swirled away, shone a bright, deep purple. He looked absolutely stunning.
I chuckled with an odd sense of pride. "Welcome to your new home San… well, Hell. And welcome to your…" I gestured at my house "new home." I smiled back at him. He smiled but his smile was tinged with sadness.
"Thank you… thank you so much…" he smiled at me. I nodded and took his hand to show him around the house.
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