#you would always choose to keep me here and

[yogirl-willow]

The Crimson Pact: Them

Characterizations for the Boys

Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader

Author's Note: Not a chapter update. Characterization prompts for all the boys just to give you a glimpse of their personalities and characters for my fic The Crimson Pact. Thank you to everyone for your lovely comments! I'll be posting chapter 2 most likely tomorrow.

Story Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.

Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.

They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.

And now that you’ve returned?

They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.

Warnings: Yandere themes!, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, romantic psychological tension, intense emotional fixation, yearning. Read the story here: Part 1 | Part 2

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The Saja boys are all demons.

They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.

And yet, before her, they kneel.

Because she is the Heart. Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters. Because they were bound by her love and her curse.

They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.

Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.

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A little bit about the boys

🖤 JINU – The Leader. The First. The Curse You Chose.

“She said my name like it tasted wrong on her tongue. But one day, she’ll moan it like a prayer.”

He’s the one who holds the leash on everyone else’s insanity—but barely.

Jinu is calm. Controlled. Refined. Until he’s not.

He craves reverence. He wants to be chosen by you, even if he has to manipulate fate to make it happen. He’s your shadow in every life. Your ruin in silk and soft words.

He doesn’t raise his voice.

He doesn’t need to.

“I don’t need to take her. She’ll give herself to me. She always does.”

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❤️ ABBY – The Protector. The Fire. The First to Bleed for You.

“I don’t care if she loves me. I just want her safe. And I’ll break every bone in this city if someone makes her cry again.”

Abby is loud. Brash. Playful on the surface.

But underneath the teasing is volcanic violence barely suppressed by loyalty. He notices everything—every flinch, every unspoken hurt.

He doesn't know how to be gentle with the world.

Only with you.

“Let the others beg for her. I’ll show her. I’ll be the one she runs to when she’s scared.”

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💋 ROMANCE – The Liar. The Lover. The Puppetmaster of Her Heart.

“If she won’t choose me willingly… then I’ll become the only choice she has.”

Romance is silk sheets and shattered mirrors. He weaves his love like a trap—one you're not supposed to see until you’re wrapped in it.

He’s the one who makes you smile through tears. The one who makes you think he’s the victim.

He’ll build you a fantasy, then chain you to it.

“She thinks she’s free. That’s what makes this fun.”

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🐾 MYSTERY – The Echo. The Creature. Her Devoted Shadow.

“She looked sad again today. So I smiled until she stopped.”

Mystery doesn’t understand the world without you in it.

He doesn’t need you to remember. He just wants you near.

Touch-starved and terrifying, he mirrors your feelings like instinct. He’ll growl at your sadness, purr at your joy. He’ll follow you until you call his name again.

“I don’t want her to be afraid of me. But if fear keeps her close… I’ll take it.”

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🕷️ BABY – The Quiet Obsession. The Sadist. The End of the World.

“She doesn't need to love me. She just needs to stop looking at anyone else.”

Baby doesn’t speak much.

He doesn’t have to.

Everything he does is for you, and only you. The rest of the world is white noise. People? Disposable. Obstacles? Erased.

He would burn down centuries of work to keep you looking at him.

He smiles softly while thinking of tearing everything else apart.

“They can touch her first. That just means I get to touch her last.”

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Author's Note: I'm so excited to continue this series! I feel like having a glimpse of the boys' individual drive and character may help when reading the rest of the fic. (Also of course, to help make the fannies flutterrrr ✨✨) Also, I tried tagging some people but tumblr wouldn't let me? Not sure why. :(

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[n1daehodefender]

HELLOOO I finished session 3, I want to cry.

Anyway, that’s not why I’m here, I want to ask for a simple but wholesome request for what we have been through: Marriage proposal + wedding! with dae-ho, Thanos and Nam-gyu! Just a headcanon of how they would propose to the reader and how their wedding would go!

Have a good day, evening and night! And keep up the hard work Queen! ❤️

Proposal + wedding hcs!

Pairing: Kang dae-ho, Nam gyu, Thanos (all separately)

Warnings: none, just fluff:)

A/N: i loved writing this sm😭 requests are open keep them coming!! I’ll write at least one per day, if im bored def multiple

Kang dae-ho

How he would propose

Dae Ho spends weeks planning the perfect proposal, wanting it to feel personal rather than flashy. He’s the type to overthink every little detail because he wants it to be just right.

He chooses a place that holds deep meaning to both of you—maybe where you first met, or where you had your first real heart-to-heart conversation.

The proposal isn’t in front of a huge crowd. Dae Ho would prefer something intimate, just the two of you (or at most, a few close friends hiding nearby to celebrate after).

He carries the ring with him for days, waiting for the perfect moment. He almost proposes early a couple of times because he can’t stop staring at you, but he reins himself in because he wants to do it right.

The actual proposal is quiet, emotional, and full of sincerity. His voice might shake slightly when he asks, “Will you marry me?” because the moment means so much to him.

When you say yes, he pulls you into the tightest, warmest hug. He holds onto you for a long time, as if he’s grounding himself in the reality that you chose him.

Later, he admits he was more nervous about proposing than any challenge he’s ever faced.

Wedding hcs!

The wedding has a calm, heartfelt energy. Dae Ho doesn’t care about extravagance—he wants the day to feel genuine, peaceful, and full of love.

He helps plan every detail with you because he wants to make sure it reflects your happiness. He’s thoughtful like that.

The venue is likely outdoors—maybe a garden, small courtyard, or somewhere close to nature. He wants beauty, but not flashiness.

His face softens the moment you appear. He watches you walk down the aisle with so much emotion that his friends (and probably his mom!) tear up seeing how much you mean to him.

His vows are simple, sincere, and full of quiet promises “I’ll protect you. I’ll stand beside you. I’ll always come home to you.”

The whole event feels cozy—small guest list, lots of laughter, lots of warm glances exchanged across the room.

During the reception, Dae Ho sticks close to you. He’s not big on the spotlight, but with you, he’ll dance, toast, and beam with pride.

He insists on helping clean up at the end (even in his wedding suit) because he’s that kind of guy.

Nam Gyu

How he would propose

Nam Gyu is terrified of messing it up—not because he doubts your love, but because he wants the proposal to reflect how much you mean to him.

He practices his speech in front of the mirror (and probably with his dog, if he has one). He wants his words to come out right, but every time he imagines the moment, he gets choked up.

He tries to plan something fancy at first, maybe at a nice restaurant or a rooftop at night—but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes he just wants it to be real.

In the end, he proposes in a quiet, private moment—maybe during a walk you often take together, or when you’re at home sharing a meal and laughing over something dumb on TV.

His hands are slightly shaky when he pulls out the ring, and his voice is soft but steady: “I don’t need anything else, as long as I have you. Will you marry me?”

When you say yes, he exhales this breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, and immediately hugs you so tightly you can feel how hard his heart is beating.

He’s glowing with happiness for the rest of the day—and keeps staring at your hand like he can’t believe the ring is really there.

Wedding hcs!

Nam Gyu tries to go along with tradition (because he wants to honor your families) but always checks in to make sure it’s what you want.

The ceremony is small to medium-sized, probably at a peaceful place—a quiet temple, a pretty garden, or a scenic outdoor venue with soft lighting.

He’s nervous leading up to it, but the second he sees you? Total awe. His eyes shine, and he definitely tears up—no shame, just pure love on his face.

His vows are soft and a little shaky because he’s so emotional. But they’re beautiful and honest.“Every day, I’ll try my best to deserve you. I’ll be your home, wherever we go.”

The reception is filled with heartfelt speeches that make him blush. He sticks by your side most of the time, always gently checking that you’re okay and enjoying yourself.

First dance? He holds you close, forehead to yours, swaying gently like no one else exists.

Nam Gyu treasures little keepsakes from the wedding—a pressed flower from your bouquet, a ribbon from your dress, the program. He keeps them safe forever.

Thanos (su-bong)

How he would propose

Su Bong doesn’t plan to propose in a traditional way. He probably tells himself he’ll wait for the “perfect time”—but when it comes to you, his emotions always get the better of him.

The proposal ends up happening during a moment where his love for you hits him all at once. Maybe you’re patching him up after a fight, or you’re laughing together during a quiet night in, and it suddenly overwhelms him that you’re his person.

Without much of a grand setup, he just blurts it out—but his voice is firm, sure, and filled with raw emotion:“Marry me. Please. I want you to be mine—officially. Forever.”

He doesn’t get down on one knee in a fancy way—he’s probably holding your hand or your face, looking right into your eyes like the world doesn’t exist beyond you.

The ring? Oh, he put serious thought into that. It’s bold but meaningful—something that symbolizes strength and loyalty, because that’s what your bond means to him.

When you say yes, Su Bong lets out a breath that’s part relief, part joy. He pulls you into his arms and holds you so tightly that you can feel his heartbeat pounding against yours.

Wedding hcs!

The wedding is bold and powerful, just like your relationship. It’s not about showing off, but it definitely has presence. People remember it.

The venue is dramatic: think city rooftop at night with lights, or a grand hall with rich colors—deep red, gold, black.

Su Bong stands at the altar looking like he owns the world, but the second he sees you? His tough exterior cracks. His eyes soften in a way only you’ve ever seen.

His vows aren’t long, but they hit hard. He promises strength, loyalty, and that he’d destroy anything that threatens your happiness.“You’re mine. I’m yours. Always. Nothing will touch you as long as I breathe.”

The ceremony feels electric—there’s this intense energy between you two that everyone can feel.

At the reception, Su Bong isn’t afraid to pull you close, to dance with you like he means it, to show everyone how proud he is to be yours.

He keeps his arm around you most of the night, always ready to steal a kiss or whisper in your ear.

[veilishvixen]

“I hate that Lavellan always has to be the one to initiate contact with Solas.”

HOLD UP…she only technically initiates their first romantic scene together when she accidentally hijacks his dream and plants herself at the center of it.

Their second, third, and fourth are all TECHNICALLY initiated by Solas.

The balcony scene? Started by him when he stops us in our tracks to ask if we “have a moment.” Then HE proceeds to lead US to our OWN bedroom. Lavellan has to hold him back slightly from fleeing from the scene of his own making, but it’s still his scene.

The third is their dance at halamshiral where we will see Lavellan standing far from the crowd, trying to steal a quiet moment for herself before Solas comes skulking out looking for company. Talking about some “I’m not surprised to find you out here.” Shut up, like you ever lost track of her. Then he is the one to offer his hand and suggest that they dance.

The fourth and final we all know is crestwood. They’ll be talking about the well of sorrows, but then the topic will swiftly shift to where the future is taking them. I always choose the “I will have you at my side,” option but no matter which you choose, Solas (once again) will usher you into yet another secluded scene that you yourself can make no conscious decision to trigger. It’s all orchestrated by him.

He can also be the only one to ever say the words “I love you/Vhenan” throughout the entire main game if you choose. Lavellan may tell him she loves him while he’s breaking up with her, and she may call him Vhenan and tell him she “loved” him in Tresspasser, but choosing those specific dialogue options aren’t necessary to keep the romance alive. The only one that IS necessary is the promise she has to make him at the very end; “OUR love will endure.” This is always MY Lavellan’s first time telling Solas she loves him, even if it isn’t exactly direct.

Lavellan really only has to kiss him once in a dream, then treat him with grace and kindness afterward and Solas will eventually take up the lead if you leave it for him. Yes, he stumbles once on the balcony and she has to set him back on track again, but after that? It’s all up to him until the break up.

Afterward he will tell you your anger is justified and that he is furious with himself as well…because he knows; he played more into the relationship than perhaps even you did. He wanted your love more than his higher plans and it was selfish. Foolish because more than he loved you, he hated himself.

But apart from all of that, I think a lot of people forget that Lavellan is this man’s BOSS in inquisition and is well aware of her flirtations with him being inappropriate. She will immediately try to retreat after their first kiss, then again when Solas expresses disapproval/anxiety towards it when they wake the next morning. “If I’m pressuring you…” “If I misread you…I’m sorry.”

She was CONCERNED and more than willing to fumble her cracked mask of professionalism back into place if it meant putting his mind at ease.

Even the gossiping nobles outside will disapprove of the romance, saying they prefer a highborn scandal. A romance with Cullen would still be inappropriate, but a little less scandalous considering his high rank in society. Solas is nobody to the world…an apostate, a servant…and if he’s nobody to them, imagine what he looks like standing next to the Inquisitor. Lavellan is hyper aware of all of this and it makes more sense for her character to constantly be leaving the ball in his court rather than keeping it in her own.

Before knowing what I know now, I probably would have considered her more like I consider Mythal had she truly been the main instigator in this relationship; a woman willing to take advantage of the vulnerable and malleable to get what she wants. But she was never that to Solas and I think her vocalizing her anxiety about making him feel pressured only made me (and him) love her deeper.

[ivyheaven]

The loud sigh amused Isaac, though he didn't say it outright. "Sure I've considered that. When I need taking care of, I know you'll be there." Simply wouldn't happen, he refused to put himself in a position where his siblings would need to dig him out of a problem. Doing so would be reckless and irresponsible. He was there to support them, not the other way around. Considering he wouldn't need to be bothered with any of this if Eli did choose to move back with them, Isa relented. "Sure, whatever."

Isaac hoped to give this update on better terms, but he was glad to tell him regardless. He missed having Eli nearby, after spending so many years together. "Keep me updated, I'm sure they'll let you transfer out here." A heavy sigh followed, was that all he could talk about? He rolled his eyes trying to keep himself from saying something in bad taste. But, it was an if. If she chose to come. How likely was it? "You know I'm always nice," he muttered into the phone.

"It'll be great, all of us together again." His tone shift was fairly obvious, excitement impossible to hide at the thought of the family being together, as it always should've been. "Your own?" It was then that it clicked for Isa, they'd be together but not the way it was. "Right, well it wouldn't be imposing on anyone, but you sound pretty sure. I'm sure they'd take you back, aunt Clara still goes to get all her work done there. We can ask."

Eli sighed loudly into the phone. Even if they were a year and a half apart, he'd forever be his little brother. "Okay, but have you considered that it also means I take care of you? We take care of each other." This was giving him the point but eli just shook his head. "Give her a chance. Please. For me? You don't have to believe that we'll be together forever but believe it for now."

Getting his brother to change his mind was not gonna be easy but eli had to try. "Skiing I miss it. Let me talk to my counselor. I'll give you a call after. But, Isa. I'm coming back and I'm bringing her too. If she chooses to come, she's coming with me. Can you handle that, and be nice?"

"I can't believe we'll be together again. I just want to get my own little place. I know your aunt Clara wasn't the one who said I was a burden but that still gets me. I dont want to impose on her. I'll get my own place. Even if its a shitty apartment in Chicago. Think that mechanic will take me back? I left the job on good terms?"

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina I was wondering if you could help me understand the reason for Harry’s kiss last night. I’m so new to this fandom and it’s my first time experiencing stunting so now that Louis and Harry are both stunting I’m lost. If there isn’t any contracts or anything forcing them to do this then why on earth would either of them choose to stunt? Especially Harry because people know he’s queer already (well many assume) and he doesn’t have a reason to stunt. Also he doesn’t need popularity because he’s famous already? I don’t understand it and it’s really throwing me off. I don’t understand the reason for him kissing this girl in public.

Hi, darling. I think what you have to realize is, first of all, so much of the world is grossly homophobic. And so much of Harry’s image is built on him being a sexual fantasy. So, no matter how many people think he’s queer, there are still more (or at least a lot) who think he isn’t, and he/his team/his label aren’t ready to lose any of them.

So, they’re going to keep his sexuality ambiguous for those who don’t want to look beyond the surface.

Second, yes, he’s already very famous. But fame and success isn’t a once and done kind of thing. Celebrities always have to have something going on in order to keep them in the public eye. But especially if they’re about to have a new project. I’d guess HS4 is coming sooner, rather than later. Having him show up at one of the biggest festivals in the world, and then articles about him making out with some woman, is a very easy way to get people talking about him.

So, he’s going to have a reason to “stunt” for as long as he wants to continue being in the public eye and for as long as he’s not making a definitive statement about his sexuality or showing the world who his real partner is. As annoying as that sounds, I think that’s how it is.

I think, too, that you have to look at it differently than ��they have a contract that forces them to do these things.” Yes, I do think they’re more in control. But they’re also operating within a system that, to an extent, dictates their behavior. They might not want to do PR relationships, but they also know they’re fairly easy and effective ways of keeping themselves in the press (which is necessary for them in their industry), and keeping their closets in tact, at least as far as the world outside of a certain part of fandom is concerned.

IMO, the only way to be okay with what they do, is to let go of needing a certain outcome. Don’t get yourself get hung up on them coming out, then claiming each other, them being a certain sexuality, etc etc. Enjoy their music, enjoy the parts of themselves they show us, enjoy your friends here… and roll with the idiotic parts of the music industry. They clearly both still want to be successful within it. And that means having to play some stupid games.

I hope this is a bit helpful. ❤️

[cardiohiphopgroovesitisthen]

Common Ground.

Eddie/Volt x reader

Angst, slow burn 🔥

Part 4

Leaving the club yesterday was harder than you thought it would be. You kept offering to help Eddie close up shop, but he wouldn't have it. He told you there was nothing else to do, and that you should leave so you can rest. But even when you came back to Betty, you lay awake for hours, remembering the feel of his fingertips on your wrist, his calloused palm as you straightened his bandage, and more than anything, the desperation in his voice as he asked you over and over again, ‘what do you want to do?’. You didn’t enjoy making him beg like that. You just felt like you could never say it out loud.

You were so frustrated that he was judging you, making fun of you for putting others first when that’s exactly how he lives, too. The truth is, you couldn’t tell him what you wanted because you were scared. You’re still scared.

When you thought Eddie was hurt, it became clear to you that above all else, what you want is to be there for Eddie, for everything, to see him happy, to help him while he’s down, to keep him safe. You want to put everything else in the world aside so you can do dishes with him and screw in lightbulbs for him and make him smile. And when he told you that he wasn’t a person…you hated him for it. He wasn’t wrong. It just felt like he was only saying things to keep you away, trying to convince you that he’s not worth caring about. If it looked like he really didn’t want you around, you might oblige him. But there’s something in the way he acts when you insist on staying. There’s something about his posture, his voice when you refuse to leave….it makes you feel like maybe he wants what you want too.

When you arrive at the club in the morning, you let yourself in and announce your presence to Eddie, but to your surprise, it’s Volt who greets you at the door.

“Live wire!” He is a vision, as always - all charm and poise. He slides his arm around your waist and you can feel a thrum of electricity similar to what you’ve felt from Eddie, but something about Volt’s energy is less prickly, more stable. “You’ve come early, my dear! The club is barely put together. But I can’t say I’m disappointed that you couldn’t stay away.”

Your instinct is to be suspicious of such a perfectly straight smile dripping such a velvety smooth voice, but you look closer, remembering Eddie’s perspective. Volt’s eyes are locked on yours, not wandering, not burrowing. His hand is gentle on your waist, rubbing his thumb across the curve of it. And his smile is soft, not huge and phony, not small and strained. Volt seems genuinely in raptures over the sight of you. You’re suddenly overwhelmed by his sincere attention. This only serves to endear you to him even more.

“You look marvelous, live wire. Shall we arrange for your seating? One perk of arriving at such an early hour is that I may actually join you! So what do you say? Sit by me?” He waits for your response, not assuming a thing.

“I think that would be lovely.”

“Excellent!”

“Will Eddie be joining us?”

“Eddie?” He is clearly confused why you would ask, but he quickly shakes it off. “Why, my darling, I don’t see why not. Eddie is of course free to roam as he pleases, though I wouldn’t hold your breath awaiting his presence at our table. He doesn’t like to…mingle.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eddie has clearly not said anything to Volt about your recent meetings, so you choose to maintain the secrecy.

“But of course I’ll be right here with you, don’t you worry.” He applies the smallest amount of pressure on your lower back. Every movement he makes sends tingles up your spine. “Ah! Here, this is the perfect seat. Allow me.”, he says as he pulls your chair out. ”Just you wait one moment while I fetch us some drinks.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You’re seated in a corner of the club you haven’t spent much time in before. There’s an office nearby and the stage is just out of view. It feels like an intentionally private section of the club. Before Volt can take two steps away from the table, the office door opens, and out walks Eddie. Volt stops in his tracks. You rise from your seat, ecstatic to see him.

He smiles at your enthusiasm and walks over to you. “Morning. Here early.”

“Oh, yeah! I umm heard that the place was reopening and I couldn’t wait to see it! It looks incredible in here!” You put on your best fake surprised face and nod at him for approval. His expression is a mixture of unimpressed and amused.

“Mm-hmm.” There’s a moment of silence between the two of you as you both seem to be holding in laughter.

Volt doesn’t seem to notice this quiet connection as he chimes in. “Eddie! How wonderful, I was just going to go looking for you. You wouldn’t mind terribly bringing us some drinks, would you?” Volt returns to your table, places a hand on your back and once again pulls your seat out for you to sit.

As Eddie watches this, a quiet buzz emanates from him. But then he simply says with a smirk, “Of course. Pick your poison.”

You smile up at him. “Whatever’s good here.”

He nods, returning your cheeky look. “And I know what you like.”, he says to Volt.

“Oh yes, I would certainly say so.”, Volt says slyly.

Eddie shakes his head and goes to the bar. As you watch Eddie walk away, you spot a record player in the corner of the room. “That’s new.”

Volt is momentarily locked onto the sight of your lips, but he follows the direction of your gaze. “Ahh, so it is! A little reopening present from Rainey. It’s rather darling, I think.”

“It’s beautiful. It goes perfectly with the room.”

“And it is exactly for occasions like these, where we have excellent company and no entertainment.” Volt struts over to the machine, places a record within and saunters back to your table, hand outstretched. “Might I have the honor?”

It feels wrong to be so drawn to him, your heart and mind occupied elsewhere. But there is something about Volt that simply can not be denied. Eddie holds him in high esteem, so you will too. You take his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. He keeps your hand in his as he snakes the other one around your back. He gives you a wry look that turns your knees to jelly, and then subtly, firmly, he begins to sway to the music.

There is no tag line. He doesn’t let his hands roam. It is simply you and him, moving to the same rhythm, dipping your hips in the same direction. You can feel your hand begin to sweat against his. You awkwardly try to pull it away. He chuckles and rests your hand on his chest. “You radiate passion, live wire. It is intoxicating.”

The noise that leaves your mouth is almost the word ‘oh’. It is something between ‘oh’ and a pathetic whimper. You lower your head, embarrassed. And when you catch sight of Eddie out of the corner of your eye, you find your voice again. “Eddie is…really something.”

“Oh Eddie is more than something. But tell me, what brings you to that conclusion?”

You go through all of the memories from the past couple of days that you’re not allowed to talk about. “He loves you, you know?”

Volt chuckles. “Oh, yes. I know.”

“Why did you send him away? To get us drinks?”

“Pardon me?” His sultry lilt drips away slightly at your insinuation.

“You sent him to-“

“My dear, Eddie doesn’t enjoy entertaining. In fact, he quite enjoys preparing drinks. It calms him. We stick to our strengths here. But…I beg you to understand…not I, nor anyone else for that matter, is capable of ‘sending Eddie away’, not in this club. The Breaker Box belongs to Eddie. He does as he pleases.” There’s a look in his eyes, like a dropped curtain. His hand is no longer on your back. He’s stopped swaying. He searches your face for understanding. The fierceness in his eyes is the most genuine thing you’ve seen from Volt. It stirs something within you.

“Good.” You say with a nod.

He seems satisfied with your answer. His hand is again on your back, and his swaying resumes. You spend the rest of the song in silence as before, until Eddie bellows, “Drinks ready!”

“One more song, live wire?”

“I just…I think, umm…”

“Mmm yes?”

“They’ll get watery…if we…let them sit too long.”

Volt gives a throaty chuckle and steps away from you. “You are a darling. And a truly ravishing dance partner. I am loath to agree. I shall not condemn you to a watery cocktail. Right this way, my dear.” He offers his elbow to you and you take it. You are dizzy with emotions. When you thought Volt was just a phony with a full dance card, you were immune to his charms. But his sincerity toward you, and his obviously fierce love for Eddie, have made him slightly irresistible. You are contemplating this fuzzy, confusing, troubling feeling when you arrive at the table to see that Eddie has prepared three drinks.

“Oh! Will you be joining us, Eddie?”, delights Volt.

“I don’t see why not. It’s dead in here. And everything that needs fixing is fixed, for now.”

Eddie has made you and Volt whiskey sours. He’s made himself a brown/orange cocktail. It has a lime shell filled with alcohol on top. He searches for recognition in your face as he lights the lime shell on fire. You look at him knowingly, recalling this as one of the cocktails he made for you just yesterday.

“Are you going to make a wish? I hear it isn’t customary, but it never hurts to try.”

Eddie doesn’t respond. His eyes drift over you for a few seconds. He maintains eye contact as he blows the flame out. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You shrug. “Maybe. I’ll let you know if mine ever comes true.”

Eddie doesn’t have a quip. As he looks at you, the power fluctuates.

“Eddie”, Volt chimes. “How are you…feeling?”

“I mean…I don’t feel any more tired than normal…”

Volt groans, but he lets it go. You assume he knows better than to push the issue on the first infraction. “So, Eddie. Live wire says that you love me. I know it, but what could have possibly given that impression?”

“You said I love him? Why the fuck would you say that?”

Eddie’s dismissive tone sparks defiance in you once again. “Seriously? Okay.” You turn to Volt. “He said you don’t have a single bad wire in your circuit.” Volt throws his head back in laughter.

“I fucking did not.” He turns to Volt trying to stifle his laugh. “And you know it!”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. You didn’t say that. What you said was, ‘Volt is pure.’ That was it, right?” Eddie’s face turns bright red.

“Oh, Eddie! What a darling thing to say!”

“You are both dead to me. “, Eddie says into his drink.

You and Volt laugh together, taking turns apologizing to Eddie. The rest of the conversation continues in this way, someone having to defend themselves against the other two, always in good fun and always ending in hearty laughter. During one extremely good laugh, you and Volt reach out to touch Eddie on the forearm. He seizes up as the lights in the club fluctuate. You take your hand away, and the lights start to settle. Volt’s hand is still resting on Eddie’s arm. He looks at the two of you peculiarly.

“Umm…Live wire…under what…circumstances…did Eddie pay me that rather fine compliment from before? It seems an odd thing to say in passing.”

“Oh. Umm…” You look over at Eddie for guidance.

Eddie tries to interject, but Volt cuts him off and peers into you for answers. Eddie doesn’t let the interrogation last long.

“I needed help. It wasn’t much. Literally just these past couple of days while the bar was closed. It was just basic stuff.”

Volt looks in disbelief. “You needed help…and you didn’t come to me.”

“Volt.”

“I have made myself available to you, always.”

“Yes and that means you have seen every single moment when I am not my best and it’s been a lot for you too. You’re always worried.”

“You’re always tired!”

“But I had help and I’m fine now!”

“Are you?!” Volt gestures toward the lights, now erratically surging with energy.

Eddie looks like he’s about to say something just as the power completely cuts off. The next thing you hear is Eddie hitting the floor, hard.

Volt shouts Eddie’s name and then calls for you to come to his side of the table to help lift him and bring him back into their office. Volt takes a moment and brings the power back on. Eddie wakes up shortly after. You don’t know what to think. Your mind is reeling from the panic, and it only gets worse when Eddie and Volt tell you the truth behind the power fluctuations.

“You’re one person…split apart…two people…connected...”

You can barely remain standing when they tell you the only solution. Fix the faulty wire at the risk of losing Volt, or don't, and almost certainly lose Eddie. They give you some time to process all of the information they’ve given you. But Eddie’s breathing is getting more labored. His eyes are losing focus. You don’t have much time to think, and you still can’t believe what they’re saying.

It’s an impossible decision to make. You know you’ll always be here for Eddie, no matter what. But Volt isn’t some crutch Eddie’s been leaning on. He’s not a resource. He’s part of him. But he’s also a person. He matters just as much as Eddie does. But if you don’t risk his life…you’re putting them both in danger.

You look at Volt. “He loves you so much…”

“And I him. More than I could ever show. And that is why this needs to happen. I can not let him do this to himself any longer. Please, live wire. For both of us.”

Volt’s unwavering bravery is heartbreaking. He has no reservations on the matter. He wants Eddie to be okay. That’s all he wants. And now, in the face of death, Volt is putting Eddie before everything else, including his own life. You understand what Eddie means now. Volt is pure. And if you’re going to risk Volt in this process, you need to be prepared for what that means. Volt could lose his life. Eddie could lose the person who loves him most in this world if you don’t do this right. If that happens, are you prepared to help Eddie find parts of himself that you’re responsible for losing? Could you face him after that? And if you don’t do this and Eddie dies, could you face Volt? You want to cry at the thought of it, but there’s simply no time. The decision has to be made.

“Yes. I’ll do it. Show me the faulty wire.”

Eddie reluctantly guides you through the process. He doesn’t want this to be an option, but he knows that if it doesn’t happen now, it never will. Eddie is fading. His words are just whispers by the end of it.

You repeat his last instruction to him and wait for him to confirm it, but he doesn’t respond. Volt tells you that you he thinks you’re correct. You think about the wishes you and Eddie made before you snuffed the flames on your drinks. You wonder if you wished for the same things. You complete the last instruction, and then…darkness.

For the first time since you set foot in the Breaker Box, there is silence. True silence. No humming walls, no buzzing lights, no light at all. It’s just you as you hold your breath in the dark and wait.

Part 3

[min130]

Here’s a Stray Kids reaction to you getting cheated on by the guy they always knew was wrong for you—and how each of them reacts knowing they’ve been quietly in love with you since you were kids.

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🐺 Bang Chan

He doesn’t even let you finish the sentence before he’s pulling you into his arms.

“You deserve so much more than someone who treats you like that.”

He holds you tighter when your voice breaks, jaw clenched like he’s trying not to say I told you so. But it’s in his eyes—he knew. And it killed him watching you get hurt.

He stays with you all night. Doesn’t leave.

At one point, you catch him staring, quiet and soft.

“I would’ve treated you right. From the start.”

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🐰 Lee Know

His reaction is sharp, instant.

“I knew that guy was trash.”

It comes out harsher than intended, but he’s furious—not at you, never you—just at the idiot who hurt you.

He sits beside you in silence for a moment before muttering,

“I should’ve said something. Should’ve told you he didn’t deserve you. But I didn’t want to seem jealous…”

Then, almost too quiet:

“…even though I was.”

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🐷 Changbin

Changbin tries to keep it together. He’s pacing, fists clenched, muttering curses under his breath about how he’d throw hands if he ever saw your ex again.

But when he sees you wipe a tear away, all that fire melts into guilt.

“I let you fall for someone I knew would hurt you. I should’ve protected you.”

He pulls you into a hug, forehead pressed to yours.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids. I just wanted you to be happy… but not like this. Not at this cost.”

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🥟 Hyunjin

He’s quiet at first. Too quiet.

He listens, lets you cry, lets you vent—and when you ask why he hasn’t said anything, he looks at you with glassy eyes and says,

“Because if I open my mouth, I’ll say something I’ve kept in too long.”

You ask what that is.

He leans forward just slightly.

“That I would’ve worshipped you if you’d let me. Not played you like a fool.”

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🐿 Han (Jisung)

Jisung tries to joke it off at first.

“Welp. Knew that guy was suspicious from the second he said he didn’t like Studio Ghibli.”

But then your expression cracks—and so does he.

He sits beside you, shoulders slumped.

“I was always too scared to tell you how I felt. Afraid you’d choose someone else… and you did.”

He laughs bitterly.

“And I let it happen.”

Then softer:

“But I never stopped wanting to be the one you chose.”

⸻

🐥 Felix

Felix’s reaction is all heart.

He pulls you into a hug the moment he sees you crying. No questions. No hesitation.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears. He never did.”

His voice is a whisper, like he’s scared you’ll break. He rubs slow circles into your back, letting you fall apart in his arms.

And when you finally calm down, he brushes hair from your face and says:

“You could’ve had someone who’s loved you since the sandbox.”

“Someone who’d never make you feel second.”

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🐶 Seungmin

Seungmin is bitter. Blunt. But honest.

“We all saw it coming. But you were in love… and we didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

He’s not trying to be cruel—he’s just hurt for you. For the version of you that trusted someone who didn’t deserve it.

Then, more softly:

“You always deserved someone who sees the world in you.”

You glance at him.

He meets your gaze and adds, without breaking eye contact:

“Someone like me.”

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🦊 I.N (Jeongin)

Jeongin is surprisingly quiet, surprisingly grown.

He brings you tissues, a blanket, your favorite snack—no jokes, no distractions. Just steady presence.

“I didn’t say anything ‘cause I thought… maybe you’d be happier not knowing how I felt.”

“But I was wrong.”

He sits next to you, shoulders barely brushing.

“I should’ve told you you were enough. Always. Even without him.”

Then quietly:

“But if you let me… I’ll remind you every day.”

[luigisbambinaaa]

hi everyone,

it feels extremely ridiculous to have to write all this out. i was sent this video of luigi speaking in a group chat with zero context, meaning i was unaware that this was a widely gatekept video. personally, i did not choose to gatekeep it because i wanted to share the video with ALL my girls on tumblr, hence all the hashtags. i did not post this for likes, comments, or reblogs--i posted this simply because i knew all my girls on here would GREATLY appreciate hearing his voice.

i have NEVER entertained drama on this blog and have tried my best to keep this blog strictly luigi orientated, but this is childish. i posted this without any ill intent and the reactions were quite literally so fucking immature. i am very glad as time has passed and almost everyone has been able to calm down and take accountability for what was said in the heat of the moment. i have honestly been speechless for hours and my thumbs ache from all the back and forth ive been doing because of this. i TRULY appreciate everyone that has reached out to me, defended my character, and kept me up to date with what has been said in the last few hours.

i have tried my best to remain a friendly and respectful individual by ignoring certain things said time and time again fyi. this is probably unnecessary but i cannot bring myself to post without saying this. vers is a friend of almost all my good friends on here so i have always tried to give the benefit of the doubt but i am floored at this statement, "if we had fulfilling lives we wouldn't be so upset over any of this." every single friend i have made on here and talk to daily are employed, in school, or directly a part of the health care field, myself included. i did not see anyone else but her and her friends upset at this video being posted so im not sure who this shouldve been directed towards.

i saw the anon message saying that palmers was implying that i leaked the video and i want to say i appreciate palmers being able to take accountability and explain the situation to everyone. palmers was the very first friend i EVER made and she encouraged me to start writing and i have loved every minute of it. i love sharing my ideas with everyone and i am hoping i will be allowed to go back to that. really what kills me here is that without fail this shit is walked over and us smaller blogs forever deal with hate no matter how long time goes by. i have always voiced this frustration with my friends and i knew drama was inevitable, but i did not think it would come so soon.

i have unfollowed individuals that have said questionable things and have rubbed me the wrong way and if anything i say here has done the same to you i kindly ask you unfollow me, the hate and death threats i have gotten are so unnecessary, please touch grass! i have been long time fans even when i was a lurker of some of these accounts but i can no longer hide my disdain. i hope we can all move forward and STOP FUCKING LOSING THE PLOT.

thanks for reading, this is just me spilling my thoughts and not proof read or anything, i have tried to be as authentic as possible and i am not going to apologize for sharing this video because i do not see the point in it. i love you all and i hope i can get back to writing idk i feel in a very awkward position.

ITS FREE LUIGI MANGIONE !!!!!!!! DONATE TO HIS FUND, KEEP TALKING ABOUT HIM, WRITE TO HIM, SEND PHOTOS TO HIM !!!!!!

[noaanotfound]

I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS

pairing: Se-Mi x f!reader

warnings: violence

synopsis: you don't know where Se-Mi is. She doesn't answer your calls, nor your messages, so you try every possible way to find her.

content: this gives pure depression

wc: 3.2k

a/n: this is like the best fic I've ever written. I was going to say I'm sorry in advance but, actually, I'm not 😇

“The number you have dialed is not in service at this time. Please leave a-“

Your hands were shaking, the beep of the call ringing, your breathing becoming heavier.

This was the third day. Third day since you’ve been calling non-stop, sending messages, asking people around. And still, you didn’t get an answer.

Everything between you and Se-mi looked fine, felt fine. Why did she leave leaving no trace? Was she okay? You couldn’t stop your mind from thinking that something happened to her. Something bad. Because how could she do that with no reason? That wasn’t her. Your instinct told you there was something else, something deeper.

You decided to call again. That damn beep sounding for the eighteenth time that afternoon. This time, you stayed until the ‘please leave a message after the tone’.

“Se-mi… are you okay? Please tell me if you are, where the hell are you? I’ve been looking for you, asking people about you, sending messages and calling. I… I don’t even know what else to do” Your voice broke through the phone, but you didn’t care about it anymore. “Don’t leave me, please. Not like this. Did I do anything wrong? I’ll apologize, I swear. But please, just tell me something, anything” A pause was heard. “I love you”

You waited for five minutes, felt like two whole damn hours. You spent those minutes looking at the clock, hearing the sound it made every second. Then, you started writing more messages. You lost count of how many you had already sent.

“Please tell me you’re okay. Say something”

“I miss you, come home”

“I’m sorry if I did something. I love you”

“If something happened, tell me where you are. I don’t care if you’re in the fucking Antartica, I’ll go. Right now. I’ll do anything.”

“Please tell me you’re safe”

“Are you going to choose to keep playing next time?” Min-us asked, not judging, just curious. She shook her head. “Why?”

The room felt tense, smaller than other days. They could hear people planning things, making groups. But they were going to end up dying anyway, that was the harsh truth behind all of this.

Se-mi was sitting next to Min-su on the stairs between two rows of beds. No one else was near.

“I have something to fight for outside here” She looked at the floor. “Someone”

The younger one didn’t say anything, but he turned his face to her, allowing her to keep talking.

“She’s… the most beautiful human being to ever exist, you know? You should see her” She turned her gaze to meet his. “I know she would hate this fucking place, and I know she would hate that I decided to get in too. Even without knowing about the killing part”

Min-su nodded. “I'm sure she would understand”

“She would. She always does” While she was talking about you, about her girl, her smile was genuine and her eyes sparkly as ever.

Her smile slowly faded away when she remembered something. “Min-su, can you do me a favor?”

Min-su was surprised, but he quickly nodded, a little bit nervously. “What is it?”

“If something happens to me…” She put her hands inside her pants pocket, taking out a folded piece of paper. “Can you give it to her? The address is in the paper”

The boy's mouth opened and closed a few times because he really didn't know what to say. Of course he would do it, if he survived, but hearing those words was harsh. Especially coming from her.

From what he could know in those three days, Se-mi wasn't the type of person to open up easily or talk about personal matters. So, since she was talking about that, it should be very important for her.

Min-su rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes… sure”

Se-mi smiled and handed him the letter. “Hey, don't open it, I told her where the body is hidden in that”

Min-su laughed a bit awkwardly, his usual laugh, followed by Se-mi’s.

They didn't know that was going to be their last laugh together.

It was rainy. You didn’t even know which day it was. You just knew this was the fifth day and Se-mi didn’t send a single message, didn’t call.

You tried everything. You went outside everyday to try to find her somewhere, you continued asking, calling and texting. Still nothing.

What were you doing wrong?

You thought about people who could want to hurt her, to do something to her. She did have debts, but you didn’t know who she owed her money to. You did ask, but she didn’t want to tell you.

Now, you understood she didn’t want to put you in danger.

There was still a chance that she just left. You preferred it, because that would mean she’s okay. All you cared about was her being fine. You couldn’t cry anymore, there were no more tears in your eyes because you just couldn’t let it all out.

You sighed, got up from the couch and grabbed a hoodie and some pants. You didn’t even grab an umbrella.

Well, not a hoodie, her hoodie. It was her favorite.

That was why you thought something happened to her. She left with no clothes and no money. She couldn’t be out there without that.

When you stepped out of your building, you felt the rain dropping on your skin. You closed your eyes for a couple of seconds. Her hoodie felt like her, felt like she was hugging you.

You wished it was like that.

Your feet started moving, almost automatically. You decided to go search through dark alleys, the ones where shit happened. Everyone in that street knew it. If someone took her, they must be there.

No one was outside. You were the only person there, because you were mad in love.

You remembered what you told her that night when you were on the couch. “I love you, always”. You swore to yourself that you’d never, ever, stop loving her. Because your heart knew it. You wouldn’t stop loving her, not even if you wanted to.

You pulled up your hood to cover yourself a bit from the rain and started looking at the sides of the street, searching for some places that might look suspicious.

The first alley looked like a poor neighborhood, clothes were hung out in the street, broken bicycles were everywhere. Even the smell was weird. But nothing, no one was there.

Same thing happened with the second one: an alley with a lot of bars with lights. The only ones there were just alcoholics, or drug addicts. But no one was exactly dangerous.

Just when you were going to walk out of the third alley, someone grabbed you from your shoulder and made you turn around. It was a tall man with a big beard, you could see tattoos all over his arms.

The typical ‘tough’ guy, you thought.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him with no hint of any fear. “What do you want?”

“Aren’t you Se-mi’s girl?” His voice was rough and deep. You could smell the scent of alcohol.

Something lit up in your eyes. He knew her. Maybe he knew where she was. But you weren’t going to be that obvious.

“I am. Again, what the hell do you want?” You shook your shoulder, getting rid of his hold on you.

“Same attitude, no doubt you’re her partner” He said that in a way of derision. “Where the fuck is that bitch? She still owes me money, you know that right?” He got closer.

You didn’t buy it. If someone did something to her, it must have been him. You took a step closer, showing you didn’t care about him.

“You’re the one who knows where she is” You pushed him in the shoulder.

He quickly grabbed you by the collar of the hoodie, making your hood fall off. You gasped. “Listen, little piece of shit, if I had any idea of where she is I would have beat the shit out of her already”

It was impossible not to be nervous with that man grabbing you, but you kept on talking. “You talk too much, but you don’t do anything. Who’s the little piece of shit then?” You knew you shouldn’t, but you spit him on the face.

He instantly threw you to the floor with force when you did that. You fell on your elbows and your face showed that it definitely had hurt. He lowered himself to the floor and grabbed you again.

You didn’t expect him to do it, but he did. He punched you, right on the side of your face. You fell on your side, supporting your whole body to the floor with one arm.

“I don’t care where she is. I don’t care if she’s dead or alive. But that money is mine. If she doesn’t pay me, you’re going to” Then, he grabbed you by the face. “And if you don’t, you’re going to be disappearing too”

He finally walked out from your sight. You could feel blood coming out of your face, but you instantly got up. It hurt, but still not knowing where she was hurt more.

Se-mi's dad was a drug addict and a compulsive gambler. Since her mom was dead too, when he died, all his debts were transferred to her. It wasn't her fault.

You came out of the alley at a fast pace. Your breathing was so heavy, you couldn’t breathe. You put your hand on a wall and folded your knees, pressing your chest with your other hand.

You tried to breathe, you definitely tried. But you couldn’t. That’s when you noticed tears were running down your eyes. You couldn’t stop them.

Your knees fell to the floor and your back pressed to the wall. You closed your eyes, tried to breathe three consecutive times and failed. You punched your chest, tried to make your lungs work.

It felt like hours until your breathing came out again. But tears never stopped flowing. You didn’t know if someone saw you, but if they did, no one did anything.

Where the hell was she? You wanted to be with her again, to feel her arms surrounding you, her lips on yours. Everything. You couldn’t be without her, what would you even do?

Your world was falling apart piece by piece.

Ninth day.

You didn’t leave your bed for two days. You couldn’t. What was the point anymore?

Then, your door bell rang. You waited four seconds, your eyes opened instantly. Was it Se-mi? Did she come back?

Please, let it be her.

You got out of bed in the split of a second, you ran towards your door and grabbed the telephone next to it.

“Se-mi?” Your breath sounded heavier, and your voice desperate.

“There’s a package for you”

You couldn’t believe it. You threw the telephone to the ground, left it handing over the cable. You fell to your knees again.

You punched the floor. You screamed. You cried.

And then, you walked down the stairs with your pajamas, without any shoes.

When you reached the door and opened it, there was a black envelope with a red little lace on it on the floor. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. But you grabbed it.

You entered your house again, sat on the couch, took a deep breath and opened the envelope. It looked like there were two papers inside it. You took out the first one.

You didn’t notice that your hands were shaking when you unfolded the paper. Right when you saw the first damn letter, you knew whose handwriting that was.

Your hand came up to your mouth, to silence the sobs that were going to come out.

To my everything,

I’m writing this at night, I think. I don’t know what hour it is. No one knows. At least they were human enough to give me a paper and a pen.

If I didn’t give this to you myself, I’m probably not here anymore. You know you were, are, and will always be the love of my life. I want to show you that more, but I don’t know if I’ll have time for that. I hope you’re okay, you always find a way to be.

I want you to know that you have to get through this. Don’t get stuck, not for me. I want you to live. I got in this shit to finally pay off my doubts, to not put you in danger. I have you in my mind every day, every fucking day. I want to get through this for you, but this is… I don’t even have words. It’s cruel. So much.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not making it out, for every damn mistake I made about us… I’m sorry for everything I can’t tell you I feel sorry for anymore. When I sleep, I dream about hugging you. Remember that time you wanted a flower but it wasn’t allowed to take one and I did and then the police came? I’d do it again. I’d do everything for you, I swear. I’m also sorry for not telling you about this, I didn’t want you to get worried. You would have said to me that it was crazy. I didn’t tell you because I know that if you asked me not to go, I wouldn’t. But I don’t want my problems to eat you alive.

Please, remember me. You’re the most important person in the whole universe for me. The way you always succeed to make me calm, the way you find solutions for every problem, the way you love so deeply. Don’t ever forget how much I love you.

You’re my everything in every universe.

Love you, always,

Se-mi.

Tears started falling when you started reading the first damn word.

You were right, something did happen to her. But being dead? You didn't expect it at that limit. You couldn't believe she was gone just like that.

One day she was holding you and the next she was just… gone.

The worst thing is that you don't know where, how, what was that place she was talking about. Why didn't she call the police? She probably didn't have her phone, but…

You didn't even know what you were thinking about. Your gaze stopped on a random place in your room for minutes, Se-mi’s letter still shaking on your hands, your whole body tense.

It was like the whole world stopped. Your world.

Because your world was Se-mi.

What were you going to do without her? How did she expect you to keep going, to not get stuck?

Then, you remembered there was another letter there. You sighed shakily and took it in your hands. When you opened it, the handwriting wasn't the same one.

The handwriting looked messy, like someone was shaking while writing it.

I'm Min-su. I met Se-mi in the games. She was the one who told me to give this to you if something happened to her. I convinced a guard to send this to you if I don't make it out.

I'm writing this hours after she died. After she was killed. I thought you'd want to know what happened to her.

This place is… somewhere where desperate people like me, like us, have a choice to pay off their doubts. They offered this to us by playing ddakji. If you won, you'd get money, and if you didn't you'd get slapped. After this, they gave us a card with these symbols △□○ written on it and a number on the other side. We called and they got us here. We didn't know, I swear we didn't. They make us play children's games and if you fail, you get killed. I know this sounds crazy, but I swear it is what's happening.

We had to vote to keep playing or to stop and go home. The first option won, because most of the players needed more money. Everytime someone's killed, they add money to the prize.

The lights went off and on every single second. People started killing each other with anything they had. It was a game for them. Nam-gyu, that idiot, he killed her.

I tried. I swear I tried. I threw a bottle, but I just couldn't… I couldn't. I'm sorry.

She voted to go home last time, and she told me it was because of you, because she had someone to fight for outside here. Someone worth this place. She told me that she loved you, deeply did. That you were the most beautiful human being she had ever seen. Just by her eyes, I could tell how much she loved you. Her eyes lit up that time when she talked about you.

Se-mi was the only human person here. She helped me, every time. Every single time. And I didn't. Right when I had to, I didn't.

It's my fault. I'm sorry.

-Min-su.

What were you supposed to do in that situation? You couldn't take it.

Who was that guy, Nam-gyu? You wanted to find him, to kill him for what he did. You felt angry, sad, desperate.

Broken.

You felt thankful for that guy, Min-su, for telling you how she… died. That word was difficult to say, to think about it even.

But what did he mean when he said he couldn't do it, that he tried? You wouldn't have more answers. And that felt like someone kicking your stomach.

Your heart was ripped apart.

You pushed your knees to your chest and you hugged your knees with your arms, resting your head on them. You cried, you cried out loud because you couldn't hold it anymore.

There was no place to talk to her, to feel her loss. Not a cemetery, not a coffin, not her body.

A year has passed since you received those letters. You still kept them next to your bed because you still read Se-mi’s some nights befores sleeping.

Well, you couldn't even sleep.

But you just couldn't read Min-su's. You couldn't read how he died anymore, because your mind started making scenarios. You had nightmares about it.

You still called her sometimes. Because there was still a piece of you that hoped to hear her voice again. But that didn't happen.

Now, you were sitting on a bench in front of a lake. That's where your first kiss with her happened, when she asked you to make it official, when everything started.

You knew she was the one since the first day. And you know she did too.

You started going out without feeling bad a month ago, hanging out with friends. She was still on your mind every single second, but you accomplished her last wish.

It was the time of the sunset. You were looking at the sky. You weren't religious, but if she was somewhere there, you wanted her to know that you still love her and always will.

A year felt like three without her. You couldn't sleep on her side of the bed, you couldn't eat her favorite foods, nor her favorite drinks. Sometimes, you took one of her clothes out of the wardrobe and hugged it while you slept.

You were still dealing with loss and pain, you'd be dealing with that forever. But you did what she wanted, you lived. You didn't get stuck.

Because like she said, you always found a way to be fine. A solution.

Or, at least, tried to.

Because you loved her, always.

[yanderes-galore]

I'm so glad you're writing for Resident Evil in this batch! Could I request romantic yandere Wesker with prompts 11 and 15 from an-ambivalent's Yandere Writing Prompts #2 prompt list then?

Prompts Here

Here's an idea I had of Wesker becoming infatuated with an experiment that won't obey him despite being... mostly compatible with Uroboros.

Yandere! Albert Wesker Prompts 11 + 15

"You can’t deny me."

"Submit yourself wholly and only to me."

Pairing: Romantic (?)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Experiment! Darling, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Body horror, Dehumanization, Sadism, Human experimentation, Isolation, Forced "relationship" (?).

Blasphemy... Sinner... In Albert Wesker's new world, this is what you'd be considered.

To Wesker it's an honor for you to have his attention. Your resistance to his words have always been slightly... endearing to him. You're hard to break.

You were originally an assistant, or more accurately, a pet. Excella was closer to an assistant and business partner. You... Well, you're a companion.

Wesker had always treated you like a disobedient pet when you were human. He always preached to you to worship him. Telling you he's meant to be your new god, a divine being who could wipe you out in an instant if he wanted.

Your response? To fight against him more. You choose to defy him. Even when he threatens to restrain you... to muzzle you like a defiant hound.

It's frustrating... yet also downright intriguing to him... amusing even.

Wesker had picked you to be a new little experiment soon after. A punishment for defying your master who wanted to give you a chance. Your resistance intrigued him and he wanted to see if you would be worthy of him. There had to be a reason you drew him in.

It wasn't long before you were given a vial of Uroboros to test if that would make you obedient.

Part of him expected the virus to reject you. Especially when you quivered and coughed in your new enclosure... sweating. You fought the infection the best you could... your resistance is different from most participants.

Wesker could see the Uroboros slither under your skin... the worms threatening to burst out. He heard you cry out in pain, writhing on the ground. Yet... when he thought the biomatter would finally use you for food....

You adapt.

It's... imperfect. At least, compared to him. You're a beast still sentient like him. Yet the worms have become your weapon... your strength... black tendril curling and flicking out of your back.

Black courses under your skin, blood dripping onto the ground of the lab. Your eyes glow a familiar orange to him. You're not quite perfect like him... you're a beast... but you are the perfect pet for a god like him....

The rage in your eyes glows like a flame when you see him... another imperfection...

You aren't obedient.

Your imperfections are... problematic. As a human Wesker had an easier time controlling you if you fought. But now...?

You lash out at him with tremendous power... an experiment he can use and test.

His original intention was to make you like him. The perfect consort for his new world. But now, in your beastly state and rage...

You've stayed in your pet role.

At first Wesker thought it was a shame. He thought you were mindless except for your rage. Yet when he spoke to you... you replied in defiance.

"Will you submit to me yet, pet? It's a miracle you've kept yourself in this state..."

"I exist in hopes to spite you, false god."

You're an embodiment of sin in his perfect world. He's made you into the devil of his new world. A monument of blasphemous defiance...

In theory you should be destroyed... but he can't bring himself to do it.

No, instead... He wishes to tame you.

It becomes a goal for Wesker to break you. To use your new form to his advantage. You are his creation... his to muzzle... his to discipline.

You keep defying of course. The Uroboros is protective of its new host, the black tendrils you call your friends wrapping around him each time he gets close. You hate him... You want him dead...

But he just keeps injecting you with concoctions to burn you... to keep you complacent...

You shall suffer for being imperfect... For defying your master....

"You can’t deny me." Wesker comments, his tone nearly deadpan. "Not forever at least... I'll find a way to bend your mutation to my will. Maybe then you'll be perfect."

"Why? Why should I submit?" You laugh, the sound oddly wet... choking? "You made me this way. I never wanted to be involved with you. You're no companion to me...."

You slam against the glass enclosure with a screeching roar, orange eyes glowing hauntingly at his own as the Uroboros tendrils collide with the glass. Wesker doesn't flinch. He seems... unbothered.

"My only companion, Wesker... is the virus I house in my guts." You growl, watching Wesker cross his arms. "The only thing I crave is not love or recognition... it isn't to be a god... It's your destruction."

"You are quite the ambitious creature...." Wesker muses, lightly touching the glass where your face is. "Perhaps we really are similar... despite your imperfections."

"I'm NOTHING like you!" You roar, such rage reminding Wesker of the rage he felt towards Chris countless times before.

"My dear... Someday you'll realize you are meant to be mine. You are meant to be under my control, with a bit more tweaking we can make this virus... manageable in you."

"I manage it just fine!" You growl. "I won't be your pet. I'll... I'll be—"

"There's nothing else you can be but my experiment. My pet." Wesker cuts you off, scanning over your form with his orange gaze. "Only I can admire the destructive beauty you hold. Even now, as a weapon, you're going to be mine...."

Wesker then leans back, gloved hand trailing the wall beside your enclosure. You tense, orange eyes glancing at him hovering over a button.

"No—"

"Submit yourself wholly and only to me." Wesker grins smugly, pressing the button. "I don't care what must be done or how long it takes... But I will use your rage, my dear."

It isn't long before gas fills the cell. You claw at your muzzle, the Uroboros parasite within you screeching at the medicated sedative gas. You knew what was in it... it burned...

He made a chemical to make you weaker, to cut down on the viral growth within you...

He's hurting you to make you submit.

Wesker listens to you screech and squeal quietly. He hears you curse him quietly, he sees the Uroboros thrash in the gas. Yet... a few minutes pass before you're quiet.

Once the gas clears, you're curled up on the floor. You're unconscious, sedated... safe enough to approach. He slides a keycard in a reader before a door opens... then slips inside.

Quietly he takes out some surgical tools. A scalpel... some swabs... sample bags.... He may "care" about you, but he's still determined to study you.

"With some time... and research... I think you'll be loyal by my side." Wesker murmurs mostly to himself, touching your cheek like he used to. He then gets to work on removing some of the Uroboros to research.

If he can understand the reaction you had... He can find a medication to control your viral growth more... which means, he can control you...

Once he controls you... the thought makes him grin....

"Don't worry my dear, I'll find a medicine to bend you to my will..." Wesker purrs, patting your head as he takes samples.

"Then you'll be all mine in my new world..." Wesker hums, cutting the scalpel into a thick black tendril.

"Only I understand the beauty in your mutation, darling... and I want it all for myself...."

[kyoshithewriter]

A/n: So I should be updating the erotic series with your requests but for whatever I’m feeling stuck and keep revisiting this vvd fic I started months ago (I didn’t publish on wattpad because engagement on there is low) and fell out love with. Now I like it again and I’ve been tweaking it a little because I borrowed a lot of it for other fics. Here’s a little teaser, tell me if you guys would care about it 🧍🏾‍♀️

“I understand. Just don’t let your father notice. Speaking of…” the woman trails off and clears her throat awkwardly.

“What is it?” Sofía's narrowed eyes roam her mother’s fidgeting form.

“I overheard your father planning a brunch date for you and Romano with Mr. Ferrante some time in the coming week.”

Romano Ferrante. Sofía had pushed him to the deepest crevice of her mind.

“He’s the one, isn’t he? Dad has already decided.”

Her mother nods with something akin to pity on her face.

“I understand how you fee-”

“No you don’t.” Not rude, not aggressive— it’s just said in a matter of fact tone. Because it’s true. Her mother wasn’t born into…. whatever this is like she was. A fact not lost on many in their circle. She had heard a few women gossiping in dimly lit corners of her parties about the oddity of it. In their world, marriages were arranged to strengthen ‘businesses.’ Her parents’ story was not the norm. People like her father with wealth and importance attached to their family names don’t fall in love with and marry poor immigrants. The woman may have bitten off more than she can chew when she chose to date her father but at least she had the power to choose. Sofía doesn’t.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t understand. What I’m trying to say is, though it’s not ideal, something beautiful may bloom from it. Romano is handsome and sweet from what I’ve seen.”

Sofía scoffs. “No one, especially male heirs, running in this circle is sweet, mom. They’re just good at masking and manipulating. Whether you want to admit it or not, they’re all criminals. I’m just not sure of the extent of their depravities.”

“Fifi you shouldn’t-”

“I won’t mention it in front of dad again, I know.” Sofía sighs heavily and stands to her feet.

“I’m going back to bed. Lovely family brunch as always.” She shoots her mother a smile dripping with sarcasm before strolling toward the house.

There, she meets Virgil on his way down the stairs. Alone. Sofía squeezes her clammy palms together when he looks up from his phone and notices her. He pauses in the staircase as she ambles in his direction. Sofía stops right beside him, close enough to feel his warmth but with the right amount of distance for their interaction to seem innocent.

His eyes do a quick sweep of her and lingers just a bit on her lower body; she knows what the pants look like clinging to her hips and ample, shapely behind.

“I see you didn’t get caught.” He whispers the words just for her ears.

“I didn’t.”

“Good. Don’t ever do anything like that again.” His voice is level but stern. And surprisingly, she feels more inclined to obey him than her father.

“I won’t. Thank you for not ratting me out and also for the birthday gift. I didn’t get a chance to but I loved it so much. Nobody ever gets me what I actually want.” She eyes his chest bashfully.

“You’re welcome, Sofía.”

The baritone of his voice shakes her to her very core.

“And thank you for…” she trails off, eyeing him intently.

She sees the moment he connects the dots when his nostrils flare and his gaze grows heavier.

“You shouldn’t thank me for that.”

“But I want to. I usually have to do it myself.” She whispers with a little pout.

Virgil mutters a curse under his breath, then does a quick, subtle sweep of their surroundings to make sure they’re still alone. When he pins her with his gaze again, his eyes look borderline crazed.

“How often?”

“Almost daily. Sometimes multiple times a day— my fingers get tired.” She says petulantly.

Virgil sucks in a sharp breath. “Sofía…” it’s supposed to sound like a warning but the evidence of his want shows in his eyes and the slight bulge in his slacks.

“I can’t help it. I’m a woman in her 20s who has never been touc-”

“Stop. We’ll talk later.”

Virgil moves down the stairs with uncharacteristic haste to his steps. Sofía tries not to pout as she continues to her room.

Later in the evening, Virgil stops by while she is busy in the greenhouse. Sofía lays a basket full of produce on the kitchen counter and shares a little friendly banter with the cooks before heading upstairs. Similarly to the night of her birthday, she finds another unsuspecting package on her bed. With less caution than before, Sofía opens the box and then slams it shut with a little gasp of surprise. Jogging over to her door, she secures the locks in place before returning to the package on the bed. She lifts the cover again to eye the red toy inside. She has always wanted one after seeing all the buzz about it on social media; but she’s strictly forbidden from ordering packages to their house. But now, Sofía has one— she has her very own rose toy and it’s all thanks to him again. The thought of him going out of his way to get it for her because of her complaints earlier makes her belly spasm with arousal. So Sofía wastes no time in cleaning the toy and giving it a test drive in the dark of her room; with a certain 6 '5, caramel skin man starring in all her fantasies.

[allforreading-fandomthings]

Hey, I am very familiar with Scientology and with Tom's whole thing with it, and if you want to give the anon some sources the blog threeoaksy.tumblr.com has a tag talking about Scientology and this thing of Tom recruiting, which is something a lot of people speculate he was a part of it. Speculate being the operative word because the shit ton of things people don't know Miscaviege did to him or the fact he has tried to distance himself from it.

And also, there are at least two people that have said he has never tried to recruit them, one of which wishes to remain anonymous but claimed they were meeting him about something at his house, I believe, an a church member got there ans he tried to keep fhe church member from seeing said person.

The anon seems aware that things aren't as black and white, but the truth is that we literally can't believe anything anyone says about him and Scientology at this point because the level of misinformation and lies is so widespread that unless he decides to say something about it, we will never know.

And while I can understand if people think that he would lie, even Tom said he had no intention or interest in recruiting anyone. You can choose to believe that or not.

Honestly, I think is more likely that people would be shouting out about this instead of not doing so. People already hate him, already think he's as bad as Miscaviege, wouldn't be as hard as you talking about a well loved and respected actor instead.

The uncomfortable truth is that is far more likely has always been the byproduct of being married to Mimi young, being a vulnerable young man trying to make it in Hollywood (and mind you, a shit ton of directors talked about Tom has this air of innocence about him) that tbh just make him the perfect target for Miscaviege. Tom's vulnerabilities, the fact he was abandoned by his abusive father, that he is dyslexic, that he grew up poor and wanting to meet new people are all things that made him susceptible to the brain washing we know Scientology is known for.

Hell, he was like clay that the cult used because he young, naive, and they needed a scapegoat and a reference to show how great the cult was and how it could change people's lives because if they got Tom himself and he's that successful now, imagine what they could do for you?

Is he the reason a lot of celebrities and others joined? Absolutely. I would be remiss to not point out that having that huge of a movie star, specially around that time, would be a huge deal for them.

But Miscaviege was fucking obsessed with Tom, to the point it makes me uncomfortable and I have heard and seen some shit in my days. He would stalk him, watch him, survail him, have him followed, belittle him, be psychologically and psychologically abusive towards him and all that.

Everything that surrounds that topic of Scientology and Tom has been mystified and warped by tabloids but the sheer reach and control the cult had on him was fucking scary and honestly, I am surprised he is alive.

He has tried to distance himself from it once, that I know off and I don't even say we because that's not common knowledge and I don't think he could. To be honest we don't even know if he hasn't already, if he wasn't able to buy back his audition tape from them and just burn it, because honestly, at this point Scientology has far more talkative members than Tom at their back and corner aka Will Smit* and others that talk about how beautiful their religion is.

We will never know the full extent of what Miscaviege did to Cruise, but the rainbows and flowers people believe in? Nah. And ti believe some anonymous source is saying on this subject does more harm than good because you're just perpetuating an stigma over a situation that is far beyond anything we can currently comprehend.

Thanks anon! Nothing to add here

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 825: Neck and neck!! Four people!!

Pag 2

1: Each school's ace

Pag 3

1: brimming with confidence!!

What they're looking at ahead... is victory!!

Pag 4

1: They're here!!

2: I can already hear the cheers!!

They're taking the final curve, on!!

That means they're at 600m left!? They're so fast!!

3: No time to look at the monitor!!

4: Let's go!!

Yessir

On!!

Ye-yes!

Pag 5

1: Imaizumi joined the top three!!

On!! Kawada-san!!

They'll take it!! After all, even though they were stupidly fast during practice, I've never seen them look like they were having a rough time, not even once

Like woah!! No problem at all!!

2: He'll be in third place at least!! Well, there're three people, so third place is obvious!!

Haha... on...

3: Kawada-kun

4: Among the guys running at the top right now, none of them is having no problem and neither of them is aiming for third place

Everyone who's there

5: is only aiming for the first place and is fighting with everything he's got!!

Pag 6

3: I see them!! They're coming, on!!

Sorry, old man, make a little space for us

4: Come, Imaizumi!!

6: Oi, wait

That... weren't there three people in the lead...!?

7: As expected, huh

8: Ah...

9: Bu....

Pag 7

1: Hakone Academy, with the blue jersey, caught up!!

Pag 8

1: That guy wasn't on the monitor!!

2: There are four people in the lead!!

Pag 9

1: 500m left until the finish line of the Inter High's first day!!

Pag 10

1: This is... I see, Hakone Academy's strategy...!!

2: Takadajou....!!

3: I see

4: They expected the two final curves would turn into a free-for-all fight, so they fell back on purpose

5: Without any hindrance by the other cyclists, they could choose the cornering route that would make them lose speed the least and passed the curve more efficiently

6: Even so, if he was alone, he'd use up his legs to fill regain the seconds he had lost

But

7: Since there were two of them, they could keep the ace comfortable and

8: send him here safely!!

9: He probably...

Pag 11

1: still has a lot of strength left in his legs!!

Pag 12

1: Is it yes?

3: This is bad

5: What!?

He shook his left shoulder twice!?

6: Ah, you noticed this?

It's an old story

8: An habit of my brother

Brother!?

Pag 13

1: When he's about to accelerate!!

2: “Accelerate”!?

Pag 14

1: I'm just imitating it for fun!!

2: He stepped on!!

Pag 15

1: Not even ten seconds after he caught up to us!!

Tch

2: Groooss kyaa!!

3: Seriously!? Here!?

4: What happened!?

So fast!

Pag 16

1: Hakogaku's ace caught up... accelerated in less than a second, and is leaving the others behind!!

The other three behind him are desperately chasing!!

2: The table is turned!!

Hakogaku is in the lead!!

3: In an instant...

He... Hakogaku...

Pag 17

1: He shows no mercy nor hesitation!!

Pag 18

1: That's Hakone Academy's new ace, the second year Shinkai Yuuto!!

Rushaaa

2: Shinkai-saan!!

Yuuto-san, Yuuto-san, you're so cool!!

Yuuto goo!!

3: Hakogakuu!!

Pedaal!

Pag 19

2: Strength and strategy!! The battle can change completely in an instant!! This is road racing!!

3: Shinkai!!

4: Earlier, when he was chasing at 5km left, he was pulling the pack

5: He was able to accelerate like that with the energy he had left!?

Pag 20

3: But

4: Yuutoo!!

5: Oooooo

Pag 21

2: I caught up!!

Pag 22

1: Caught up?

No way

3: Imaizumi-san

4: Maybe I let you catch up?

8: I'm Shinkai Yuuto

Pag 23

1: I rested while Jou-san pulled me, so I was just doing a little warm-up

I can't just jump into zone 5

2: But now I got a feel for it, so it's perfect

3: Delicious

You want one?

4: Ah... this isn't the place to eat (haha)

5: Shinkai Yuuto!!

Pag 24

1: That guy... did you hear the rumors about this year's Hakogaku's ace, Shinkai?

During race, before anyone knew, he smoothly came up and always snatched the finish line....

2: They say his movements are tricky and hard to read

His sense in front of the finish line is incredible

3: He was a climber, up until last year

4: But he started practicing as a sprinter since early spring.... and he got faster in the blink of an eye....

5: He kept improving his time and quickly adapted to the speed

In Kanagawa's races, he could still win with a margin even without his assist, Takadajou

They call him....

Pag 25

1: “Finish line's hornet”!!

He always sting you when you're neck and neck...

Pag 26

1: He's the heartless hornet!!

4: Kanagawa Prefecture, Hadano City, Nanabitsu pass

At 500m left one more person caught up

It's Hakone Academy number 11, Shinkai Yuuto!!

He caught up just before the finish line...

Pag 27

1: You've gotten stronger, Yuuto!! Really!

Right now, you...

2: can do it!

You're far stronger than last year, and also

3: much faster!!

[meganlpie]

I Can't Marry You

Based on this request:  Do you think I could request one where the reader is engaged to Boromir but she and Faramir are in love? Denethor doesn’t care and expects Boromir to marry her. Angsty with whatever ending you choose??

Here you are, lovely! I apologize for the wait. Familiar Characters are NOT mine! They belong to Tolkien.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death.

Pairings: Faramir x fem!reader

Boromir and his brother froze, spoons halfway to their lips. Almost in unison, the two brothers turned their heads to gape at their father. “Forgive me, Father,” Boromir replies as soon as he regains his wits, “I must have misheard. Surely you do not mean that I am betrothed?” Denethor smiled at his eldest. “I do. To Lady Y/N, of course.” Boromir let his eyes flick to Faramir for a moment. He’d always thought, if a marriage was arranged between you and one of Denethor’s sons, it would be Faramir. 

The brothers had known you since childhood. The three of you did everything possible together. As you grew up, Boromir, the eldest of the three of you, never showed interest in marriage and never felt more for you than brotherly love. Faramir, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Everyone who was ever in the same room as you and Faramir could tell he was hopelessly in love with you from the time he knew what a romantic love was. He was utterly smitten with you. 

“Father, perhaps we should reconsider. After all, there has been no talk of courtship or the like with Lady Y/N. It is possible that she is hoping for a proposal from another.” Boromir tried to keep his gaze off Faramir. If Denethor suspected Faramir’s feelings, he absolutely would push for this wedding even harder. For some reason, the Steward of Gondor did not want his younger son to be happy.

“Then she hopes in vain. It has been decided,” Denethor stated with no room for argument. Boromir tried anyway. “Father, I am meant to depart for Rivendell in a fortnight. Surely that isn’t enough time to plan and host a wedding.” Denethor’s brow rose. “Then you will wed when you return. I cannot imagine why you are fighting me on this, my son. Lady Y/N is a lovely young lady and will make a fine wife.”

From the corner of his eye, Boromir saw his brother rise from the table. Denethor paid no mind, as per usual, but Boromir turned to face Faramir. Faramir offered a weak smile. “I’ve lost my appetite.” With that, he left the dining hall. Boromir knew he was most likely heading to find you so he remained where he was for now. 

For the next few minutes, Boromir did his best to convince his father that the marriage was a bad idea. Denethor wouldn’t budge. The man refused to hear any of Boromir’s arguments. By the time Boromir left the dining hall himself, he was beyond frustrated. He made his way down the corridors, asking guards if they had seen Faramir. It wasn’t until the fifth or sixth guard that he finally was able to locate his younger brother.

When Boromir found Faramir, it was as he’d suspected. He was with you. Boromir didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but hearing your voice so broken made him pause. He hardly ever heard you upset. “I knew I’d have to m-marry one day, but this is just cruel, Faramir.”

“My brother is not cruel, my love,” came Faramir’s calm voice and you sniffled. “I know he isn’t. He is more of a brother to me than anything else. It is your father who is cruel! Surely he must know how we feel and yet he does this! The man has no heart! I don’t want to marry Boromir. I only want to marry you.” Boromir watched as Faramir held you close, resting his cheek upon your head. It was that moment that made Boromir decide to reveal himself. 

“And marry him, you shall.” You let out a little yelp of surprise and Boromir fought back a laugh at how much you sounded like a small dog. Faramir groaned when your head hit his face, causing you to apologize. Boromir chuckled at that. The two of you were good together. Anyone could see it. Well anyone except Denethor. 

Once the chaos of the moment died down, you turned to Boromir again. “What do you mean I will marry Faramir? Our fathers have already decided.” Boromir sighed and nodded. “They have, However, I am due to leave for Rivendell in a fortnight. I will come up with a plan by the time I return. I see the love you have for my brother. I can’t marry you knowing how unhappy you both would be.”

You exchanged a glance with Faramir as smiles came to both your faces. Without warning, you launched yourself at Boromir and hugged him. “Thank you,” you said, tears threatening to fall yet again. Boromir laughed as he pulled away to kiss your forehead. “Do not thank me. It is the least I could do to ensure the happiness of my brother and the woman I will happily call my sister-in-law. For now, we must play along with Father’s demands.”

*time skip Your POV*

Boromir left a fortnight later. A little while after that, Faramir received a message that Boromir would be away even longer as he was now going on a quest to save Middle Earth. As impatient as you were to marry, you knew that Boromir would be true to his word and would have a plan to break your betrothal when he returned. You never expected the circumstances of that plan would be so heartbreaking.

You held Faramir as he broke down. He’d been the one to find his brother floating lifelessly down the river. He had been the one to pull the boat carrying Boromir to shore. He held his brother as sobs wracked his body and you held him. It broke you to see your love this way, but at the same time, you understood. You were close to collapsing yourself. This wasn’t how you were supposed to get out of the marriage. Once Faramir was calm, the two of you made your way to Denethor to share the sad news. 

For many moons after that, there was an air of tension and despair in Gondor. Denethor refused to speak to Faramir unless it was to yell or criticize him. You avoided Denethor as much as possible as well. He expected you to be absolutely crushed by Boromir’s death and you were, but not in the way a woman should be for her betrothed. You were far more worried about Faramir. 

Faramir began pulling away from you. He rarely spoke to anyone unless necessary but he really seemed to be avoiding you. The love of your life no longer met with you in secret. No longer let his fingers linger against yours. He hardly looked you in the eye. Eventually, you had enough and confronted him. You’d wish you hadn’t. 

You managed to catch him coming back late at night. He looked at you like a frightened animal for a moment as you let your feelings be known. Tears fell as you talked to him. He refused to meet your gaze until you finished, gasping out sobs. He hugged you briefly then pulled away. He muttered something. “What was that?” you asked tearfully.

“I can’t marry you,” he said a little bit louder. You swore your heart stopped. “W-What? You can’t mean that.” He nodded. “I do. With Boromir d-dead, I have new duties. I cannot go against my father’s wishes and marry my dead brother’s betrothed.” Your breathing picked up. “You’re serious?” He told you he was. “How could you do this? Since when have you ever cared about your duties? We were prepared to run away, Faramir.”

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you, truly I do. But I-I-” You held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t. Just don’t. I understand. I really do. Even now, you seek your father’s approval and validation. I realize I can never come before that.” You reached up and cupped his cheek. “I hope you’re happy with your choice.” Faramir gently grabbed your wrist and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I hope you find someone worthy of you,” he whispered. You scoffed and pulled your hand away.

“You were worthy of me.” You turned away and left the courtyard. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you didn’t notice Faramir watching you walk away, his own heart sinking to his feet.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[aizenat]

I really don’t know if it was intentional, but this season of squid games felt more like a commentary on how selfish and cruel and evil men are when it comes to getting what they want. And specifically willing they are to screw over women, let women die for them or throw us under the bus to save themselves, all so they can get their own way.

We see women in this show help and protect each other. Hyun-Ju and Geum-Ja protecting Jun-Hee, and even keeping her safe during and after she gives birth. Geum-Ja even killing her own son to do so; something she can’t live with and takes her own life over (after begging Gi-Hun to look out for her; I also wonder if part of the reason she killed herself was because she knew he wouldn’t ignore a dead old woman’s final wish, and so she knew it would make him help Jun-Hee). Jun-Hee ensures her child (who is also a girl) is safe with Gi-Hun before she takes herself out, trusting him to keep the baby safe.

And the way all the men immediately target the baby, wanting to kill it immediately. And even the baby’s father seeming to want to protect it too only to reveal at the end that he always intended to toss the baby away if it served him. And he was willing to kill it just to win the entire thing himself.

And what I liked is how every man (Gi-Hun excluded for reasons in a bit) showed what selfish, weak, wimps they are. Geum-Ja’s son had multiple chances to kill someone in his last game, but his cowardice made him back out. So desperate, he goes crying to his mother and can’t even let her sacrifice herself for him, instead attacking another (new) mother and child in some stupid idea of not hurting his mother. Min-Su crashing out over how he watched and let his crush, the only girl who stood up for him against bullies (to the point of being targeted by them herself, leading to her death) and even crying after killing the shaman woman; he thinks himself a good and “nice” guy only to either stand by while others die for him, or even facilitated their deaths himself (including Nam-Jyu and that cheeky sabotage). Essentially, Min-Su wasn’t as innocent as he liked to act like he was; the cognitive dissonance of his sense of self versus his selfish and cruel actions for self preservation leads to his psychotic distress (that ultimately led to his death). Dae-Ho, who’s cowardice led to Gi-Hun’s rebellion failing, and essentially led to everyone dying and nothing about the games changing, fashions himself a good man too. He meant to return the magazines after all! He just got suuuuper scared! 🥺

Every man was in that game for himself. And maybe you can understand that in the final game (though we see how they quickly all turned on each other for personal gain easily, especially Myung-Gi, who literally switched sides multiple times depending on the situation in an attempt to be the only winner), but the selfish and callous way they disregarded every other human life.

Like the scene that stood out the most to me with this was watching the men try to convince Gi-Hun to let them kill the baby. The way they tried to make it sound like the logical choice. It’s a baby after all, and sure they don’t WANT to do it—some of them have kids themselves too!—but it’s just logical until the next round and they can just choose lots then! Totally fair and democratic! I mean, the majority voted for it and surely you can’t deny us our democratic right here! It didn’t matter what cruelty we’ve “voted for” and that you don’t agree and will protect the baby with your life; you should honor what WE voted for!

And it was the mockery of “democracy.” It was essentially a gerrymandered vote; useless to cry democracy when it’s six men vs one man and a baby. The baby is part of the equation but can’t even vote! It’s just platitudes of “fair politics” when they purposely set it up so they would win. The baby has no say whatsoever, and they don’t even see the unfairness in that.

The only man who is redeemed is Gi-Hun: the only man willing to put his entire life on the line for the baby. So much so that when he’s on that final platform and sees the game technically didn’t start after Myung-Gi died, he hits the button easily knowing what he must do. Choosing to end his own life so the baby can live. Since she was technically the winner, he probably thought “if she has all that money, she’ll be fine.” Gi-Hun knows that the games will give her the money. She’ll live and live well; someone will take care of her. Or, at least, she’ll have a chance.

Gi-Hun’s entire arc the first time was about getting the money for his mother and to support his daughter. He fails to get back in time to save his mother’s life, and he all but abandoned his daughter for years (which we see led to her essentially hating him in the scene where In-Ho gives her the remains of Gi-Hun’s initial winnings) in order to try to find and stop the games. He fails the women in his life, and continues to fail them in this game. Until a little old lady begs him to keep a new mother and her baby alive. The last girls of the game. And the easiest and obvious targets for a whole bunch of selfish men.

The men’s selfishness is highlighted as a special cruelty they seem to have only. The women protect each other, help each other, and likely would have only turned on each other ONLY if the games forced them to. But they intended to help each other every game so long as they could. But the men almost every game were in it for themselves only. They screwed over whoever they could, were willing to get violent whenever with whoever just for an advantage. And by all of them participating, it was a permission structure they all could cling to if they felt guilty (Min-Su asking “why am I wrong?” as he’s killed because all he did was what all the other men were doing! The irony being because he didn’t stick by his morals and just did what the other men did being the reason for his downfall; his inability to stand up on his own with integrity, even at the cost of his own life or safety if need be, is literally why he was chosen first to die), but it also gives them an expectation to meet. And those men who fail to meet it are also targets.

This is why Gi-Hun becomes a target; because he was willing to even return to the games to save them. He’s too selfless. He’s even protecting a child that’s not his. It’s even why Myung-Gi does the typical man thing when asking why Gi-Hun won’t give the baby up of assuming the only reason that this man—this stranger to him—could possibly care about Jun-Hee and her baby HAS to be because he knew her before and was fucking her. And you see how red and furious he gets at the very idea despite the fact that he and Jun-Hee were not a couple. And she spent the entire games denying his help because he was dead to her. Even when he COULD have helped her during the jump rope game, he didn’t even try. When Jun-Hee mocks him like “are you going to carry me” and he pretends to get all sad before leaving her, all I could think was “if Gi-Hun was going to go back and help her, how did they think he would? You could at least fucking TRY to help her you literal wasteman!”

But no, because he can’t risk himself not passing. So he just leaves her there, pretending he cares. Then a day later tries to use her baby as a sacrifice to win the whole thing.

What I also love about Gi-Hun’s sacrifice too is how he ends up making a statement of what the myth of male protection actually looks like. We hear from the patriarchy all the time how women NEED men to “provide and protect.” But none of these men are providers. They all sacrifice women for self gain, so they’re not protectors. Even Gi-Hun was very much so like that before. He couldn’t provide for his daughter; another man is doing that in America. He couldn’t provide or protect his mother; she died. And when he fails with the coup, he falls back into it in his mission to take out Dae-Ho.

But with Jun-Hee and her baby, he’s able to redeem himself. He’s able to protect the baby until the end, and provide for her by making sure she gets the prize winnings by killing himself. And, almost ironically, is finally able to provide finally for his own daughter. His remaining winnings goes to her, as well as the news of his death so she doesn’t hold out hope of him showing up and disrupting her life after disappearing. He’s able to free his own daughter of the burden of himself, while setting another daughter up for a good life.

And I don’t think it was unintentional that Jun-Hee’s baby was a girl. I think there is a message there: investing in girls will secure our future. Again, Gi-Hun’s daughter gets the rest of his winnings. And in America, in California no less, she can easily be set with college money and after college living expenses to set herself up well. Despite whatever her step daddy making. Even Gi-Hun’s redemption comes at his willingness to lay HIS life down so that a girl’s future is secure. And he’s the ONLY man who does it. The only one willing. The only man in this story redeemed.

And he redeems himself by removing himself from the equation entirely, because in that final moment, he could not live and the baby get to live too. So he saved a girl’s life by removing himself from it so she can live happy and free. It’s almost like it’s commenting how men think they make girls and women’s lives better by being IN it, but we’re better off when men are removed from our lives.

Gi-Hun didn’t stop the games, and didn’t make a major difference in the world with his involvement with the games. But he saved a little girl and gave her a chance at a better life. And it’s more than anyone else who’s played the games can say.

[k-loves-u]

LaDS as Dads - Nightmares, but it's the LI's past life [17yo] - Sylus & Caleb

Masterlist ---- Context

How would the LI's react if their baby, Aurora, had a nightmare but it was a vision of their past/future life with MC?

Note: I finally finished this one omg. I might've gotten carried away. I did like 1.2k for these two each while the others had like 900 to 1k each. D:

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Aurora’s eyes snapped open with a gasp, her body jolting beneath the blankets. 

The bedsheets that once cocooned her in warmth now felt suffocating. A cold sweat clung onto her skin, a drop tracing the curve of her neck. Her breaths came fast and deep, chest heaving. 

She pushed herself upright, sinking into the mattress. A hand rests on her heart, as if it could somehow physically stop its harsh thumping against the skin of her chest. Her other hand cradled her forehead, slick with sweat, and her elbow braced against her knee for support.

The imagery in that dream was like no other she had ever experienced. 

It was too much. Too vivid. Too real.

It couldn’t have been just a dream.

It felt intrusive. 

A secret. A story. One that she wasn’t part of, yet forced to witness.

She had to do something about it. Right now. Or she was going to shatter right there on the edge of her bed.

Aurora lifted herself off the bed, hands and legs shaky. The adrenaline crash was going to make her fall any moment.

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Sylus

Aurora stood in front of the wooden door to Sylus’ office.

A deep voice echoed faintly from inside. 

Her dad’s voice. Calm. Sharp. Commanding.

He was on the phone. Probably giving orders to Luke and Kieran.

Her dad hadn’t gone to his base in the N109 zone today. No high-clearance meetings. No classified emergencies.

He was at home.

And that made it harder.

She swallowed hard. Her hand trembled, curling into a fist against her thigh to stop the shaking.

The dream still pulsed behind her eyes.

No—not a dream.

Whatever it was, it clung to her like static. 

She raised her hand, knuckles hovering just inches from the doorknob, and twisted it.

Her head peered into the room.

Sylus sat behind his desk, right leg crossed lazily over the other. His head leant back against the chair, two fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose in that familiar gesture of restrained frustration.

No horns. No wings. No sword imbedded in his chest. 

Just her dad. Alive, breathing, and whole.

“Yes- No, not the central vault–keep that sealed. Kieran, I said, reroute unit five—not seven.”

His crimson eyes opened at the faint creak of the door.

They flicked towards her.

For a split second, his expression didn’t change—composure like a mask, always worn, always ready.

Then he blinked. The inner corners of his brows untugged, just slightly.

She shuffled onto the one-seater next to his chair, just out of his reach.

He didn’t stop speaking. But his gaze didn’t leave her.

“Kieran. Don’t call me for such trivial matters.” A pause. “Yes…you can blow it up. Just get back to the base in one piece.”

He ended the call with a single tap.

Silence dropped like glass between them.

“Up late, sweetie?” His voice was low now, he leant against his arm.

She nodded. “Woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Do you want me to join you in bed? I can wait until you go to sleep.”

Yes.  

“Yes, please.” Aurora whispered.

“Okay…” Her dad huffed and stood, ready to turn the holographic monitor off.

That’s exactly what she needed right now. She needed to hold him. To feel him. To convince herself he wasn’t bleeding from the chest. 

That he was real. That he was here.

Ringggg.

His business phone buzzed to life in the air—shattering the moment.

Both of them turned towards it.

He squinted at the caller ID. “Let me just take this call, and I’ll be with you, okay?” 

“You can go ahead to your room. I’m coming.”

No…. Please stay with me. Choose me right now.

The words burned in her throat.

“I- I can wait,” she said instead, voice quivering.

He didn’t notice the crack in her mask.

“Alright,” he said simply, already reaching for the line. “It’s up to you.”

He turned away, accepting the call with a brisk gesture. His tone switched like a blade—sharp, efficient.

“Report.”

Aurora sat frozen in the one-seater, arms wrapped tight around her knees. The moment he spoke into the phone, she wasn’t in his office anymore.

She was back there.

Where his horns curved like a crown of insecurity.

Where obsidian wings unfurled behind him, tattered at the ends.

Where a sword jutted from his chest.

Where he held her mother’s hands with his claws, and he kept pushing it in.

Where his eyes were longing. Begging.

She blinked. But the blood didn’t fade from his silhouette.

She looked up at him now—tall, steady, and powerful.

Alive.

But it felt like watching a ghost.

Her fingers dug into the fabric of her sleeves. She pressed her lips together, trying to silence the shake in her breath.

He’s busy right now. Don’t bother him. This isn’t important.

Her thoughts screamed in a whisper.

She looked away, her feet hitting the ground as they slipped from her hug.

Both knees bounced restlessly.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

She pressed them down with her sweaty palms, trying to force stillness.

It worked.

For a second.

Then the tremor surged through her again. This time, harder. Violent. Like something inside her had come unglued.

She shook. Worse.

A jacket appeared in front of her. The scent of whisky and expensive male perfume filled her nostrils. Familiar and comforting.

She wasn’t even cold, but she pulled it on anyways.

It did little to stop the shaking. 

If anything, it intensified.

Click.

Tears slipped from her eyes without permission. One after another.

What’s happening?

Why am I shaking so much?

She couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t slow it. Couldn’t even breathe right anymore.

Something inside cracked.

Aurora began to whimper, letting out choked sobs. 

A large frame crouched in front of her.

Warm hands gently wrapped around hers, firm and steady.

No words.

Just presence.

Sylus held her shaking fingers in his, thumbs brushing over her knuckles in slow, grounding strokes.

She forced her legs still.

His movements were methodical. Careful. 

Aurora kept her gaze down.

If she looked up, if she saw the concern in his eyes, she might shatter all over again.

Her throat trembled. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to interrupt-”

“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t apologise.”

Her fingers curled tighter around his. 

The shaking came back in full force again. More choked sobs left her.

He held her knees down, a weak attempt to stop her trembling. “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t form any words. They died in her throat.

“Why are you shaking so much? Are you cold? Are you sick?” He placed a hand on her forehead, frowning. “I’ll call Zayne home-”

“I just… I can’t stop it,” she rasped. “It won’t stop—my body, my chest—it feels wrong. Everything feels wrong.”

She clenched her fists into the jacket sleeves, knuckles bone-white.

“I don’t know why it hurts so much.”

Sylus’s expression shifted.

He reached out again—this time, not to stop the shaking.

He lifted her off the couch, sitting in it himself and placing her on his lap.

Her arms immediately went around his neck, soaking his shirt with tears.

He rubbed her back.

“You died.” She stumbled. “You had a sword through your chest.”

The rubbing stopped.

Aurora shifted her hand to place it in the centre of his frame. “He-Here.”

“I don’t know why, but you pushed the sword deeper into you. Even when Mum didn’t want to. I don’t know-”

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“I don’t know why you’d do that. I don’t understand. I just—”

Her voice broke. She clung to him tighter.

Sylus didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Her hand stayed pressed to his chest, right where the blade had once been—where memory still bled beneath the skin.

His throat bobbed with a tight swallow.

The calm he always wore like a second skin… wavered.

His arms wrapped around her, desperate.

Like if he held her tightly enough, she might forget what she saw. Or he might forget it ever happened.

He exhaled slowly into her hair. His voice, when it came, was quieter than she’d ever heard it.

“…It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

Her breath caught. “What?”

“I had no control,” he continued, holding her as if she might slip away. “If I didn’t push it in further, then me and your mother would have been stuck in a push and pull we had no say in.”

“Wasn’t that just a nightmare-” she whispered.

“No,” he said, jaw tightening. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m here with you now.”

She didn’t have the energy to ask. Perhaps it was for another occasion.

“…Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.”

They stayed like that, sitting in the quiet. Wrapped in damp fabric, shared breaths, and something unspoken.

“You looked cool as a dragon, by the way.” she mumbled into his ear.

Sylus let out a low huff against her neck. It wasn’t quite a laugh. But it was close.

The shaking finally stopped.

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Caleb

Her fingertips scrolled through the last conversation with her dad, Caleb.

Her hands trembled. 

Her mind went back to the moment in the vision where she saw her dad walk into his old house.

Bickering with her mother right outside the door. Just a normal get-together after weeks from being separated. A sigh. A stretch. A routine.

Then an explosion.

No warning. No buildup. Just fire.

Everything orange and burning. The walls shattered like paper.

Her heart had thumped in sync with the ringing that followed.

The night was thick and still. The sky above was darkening further, clouds rolling in slow and heavy.

You could smell the rain in the air.

The kind of scent that promised thunder without warning.

She didn’t care.

Her feet carried her down the path towards the landing base. Five minutes. That’s all it would take.

She’d make it in time.

She had to.

She just needed to see him.

Whole. Breathing. Real.

Not burning.

Just once. Just to erase the image burned into her brain.

Aurora reached the landing base just as the wind picked up, brushing hair into her face.

The metal platform glistened faintly under the scattered lights, still damp from a drizzle that had come and gone before midnight. Only the hum of distant electricity and the ocean’s low roar filled the silence.

She stood near the edge.

Hands buried into the sleeves of her hoodie. Shoulders curled inward.

Come on. Please… just come home.

The air felt thicker here, as if the memory of the explosion still lived in the wind.

She glanced up.

No aircraft in sight yet.

But the time was close.

She paced a little.

Stopped.

Pressed her palms against her thighs, trying to steady her breathing.

Then a low mechanical hum.

Her head snapped up.

Bright lights broke through the clouds above, cutting into the dark like a promise. The soft rumble of engines followed, familiar and steady.

Her dad’s aircraft was descending.

Aurora’s breath caught in her chest. She didn’t move.

Her heartbeat pounded louder than the approaching whirr of the ship.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

She needed to see his silhouette step out. Needed to hear his voice.

She needed to prove the dream wrong.

The aircraft landed with a soft mechanical thud, steam hissing from beneath the platform.

Aurora didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Her feet stayed glued to the ground, her hands clenched inside her sleeves.

She stared at the ship’s door like she could will it open just by looking.

Begging it to be him.

Alive. Whole. Unburnt.

The seconds dragged.

Hiss.

The door opened.

Her breath hitched.

Caleb stepped out, tired but steady.

Dressed in casual wear, black coat slung over his shoulders, suitcase in one hand.

He paused when he saw her.

Confused for half a second, then brightening.

With the most casual drop of his right shoulder, he gave her a lazy NPC-style wave.

That familiar smirk tugged at his lips.

Like he hadn’t just died in her head minutes ago.

A drop of rainwater dripped. It mingled with a tear that fell out of her eye.

And then another. And another.

Heavy rain burst from the sky without restraint, drenching the metal around her, soaking her sleeves, matting her hair to her face.

It broke the hesitation inside of her.

Aurora ran.

Her shoes slapped against the metal platform, her breath sharp and uneven as the cold wind whipped past her.

Caleb blinked, eyes widening just a little before he dropped his suitcase without a second thought.

Arms out. Bracing.

She slammed into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso, face buried in the front of his coat like she needed to anchor herself to him.

He staggered half a step back from the force—then locked his arms around her just as tight.

“…Woah,” he breathed against her hair, heart suddenly thudding fast beneath his chest.

“You okay, pip?”

But she didn’t answer.

She just held on. Tighter.

As if letting go meant losing him again.

One hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, fingers gently pressing into her hair.

The other rested at her back, steady, rubbing slow circles like she might shatter if he let go.

The way she trembled.

The way her chest heaved against his.

The way she hadn’t said a single word.

“…Aurora,” he said, low now. Serious. “What happened?”

She still didn’t answer.

Just pressed herself further into his coat, like she could crawl into the warmth if it meant shutting out the memory.

His voice softened. “Talk to me, Rory. You’re scaring me a little.”

A sharp inhale.

And a sob.

“I was scared.”

It was muffled against his chest. Small. Croaked.

“Of what?”

“You-” she whispered, “In my dream, you walked into your old house after fighting with Mum. And- and it exploded. And there was nothing left. Mum didn’t even get to say anything.”

Her voice cracked mid-sentence.

She grabbed his right arm.

Hard.

Squeezing it tight enough to cut off circulation.

But Caleb didn’t even flinch.

“And there was more,” she whispered, eyes wide. “You survived but… but they took you. These people—strangers, I don’t know who—they kept electrocuting you. Hurting you. Over and over.”

His whole body stilled.

Her gaze dropped to the arm in her grip.

She blinked.

Noticed how it didn’t give like it should.

Didn’t flex or warm beneath her palm.

She let go, quickly. “Oh my god—sorry, that must’ve hurt. Why didn’t you say anything—”

But it didn’t feel like flesh.

Not really.

It was hard. Cold. Solid beneath the coat.

Her voice cracked.

“You also lost your arm,” she whispered. “In the explosion. You had a metal one instead.”

That was all it took.

Caleb pulled her into his arms again.

Tighter this time. 

He held her face in his hands.

“I don’t know how you saw that…” Caleb’s voice was quieter now. Strained.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Aurora blinked.

Then blinked again.

The cold of his arm. The blast. The electrocution. The metal. The silence in his voice.

Her dream wasn’t a dream.

Her breath caught.

And slowly, like puzzle pieces sliding into place, she connected the dots.

“You actually lost your arm? I didn’t even realise my whole life? You never told me?”

His jaw tensed against her temple.

Silence.

“That dream,” she whispered, “was real.”

Caleb didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

His silence was the answer.

Her throat tightened. “That really happened to you.”

He exhaled. “Not all at once. Not the way you saw it. But yeah. Most of it… yeah.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him.

His smile was gone.

His usual calm? Gone.

Only her dad remained.

Real. And hurting. And trying to protect her from something long buried.

“You weren’t supposed to carry that,” he murmured. “That was mine.”

She leant forward and rested her forehead against his, her fingers curling gently into the front of his coat.

“I’ll carry it anyway,” she whispered. 

Caleb shut his eyes.

His breath caught in his throat.

He reached up and cupped her cheek, thumb wiping the rain—or tears—he couldn’t tell anymore.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” he muttered. “Saying stuff like that.”

Her lip trembled. “I get it from you.”

That earned her a soft snort. “Unfortunately true.”

"I love you, Dad. Just in case you didn't know."

"I love you too."

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