#honestly looking in the mirror and imagining him telling me “you're literally me” makes me go through weeks like a blast

[martyryo]

I can't be trusted with colors.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #fight club #fight club 1999 #tyler durden #the narrator fight club #marla singer #went crazy with this #been thinking about him in the last period #honestly looking in the mirror and imagining him telling me “you're literally me” makes me go through weeks like a blast #not in a loser way but in a girl way iykwim #I'm literally tyler durden if he was 17 and went to school and was a girl #once again work doodles turned into a full piece #this whole thing felt liberating to do #I've spent all week doing short animations working with 40+ layers while this was done only on 3 #also included the narrator and marla cause i love them

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: toxicbf!seungcheol, more like possessivebf!seungcheol honestly, he's kinda a dick but not THAT much, jealousy, possessive behavior, afab reader, reader mentioned to be shorter than him, smut, penetrative sex, public sex, oral (m receiving), etc.

wc: 2201

a/n: tysm to the person who requested this <3 i didn't make him super toxic but more possessive and annoying.

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"shit, baby. you look so good. any plans tonight?" seungcheol hugged you from behind as you stared into the mirror, doing the finishing touches on your hair.

'"what do you mean if i have plans? we're going out. to the monthly meeting with the guys, remember? seokmin's girlfriend said she's coming too"

"hmm? since when? wait, hold on. you're wearing that to dinner with the boys?"

you groaned against him, "you literally just said i looked good. what's the problem?", you already kind of had an idea, but wanted to confirm for some dumb reason.

"yeah, that's when i thought you were going out with the girls or something. do you have to dress like this when you hang out with the guys?"

you knew cheol was a bit on the ... possessive side. he would sometimes be a little too jealous when it came to you being around the guys too much (around any guy, really). despite always confirming to him that you would never look at any of them as more than friends, he would still keep his guard up. it was endearing at times, seeing as it was usually just lighthearted jealousy, but he was doing a really good job at pissing you off right now.

you turned around, now facing him directly, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"baby, cmon! they're guys! and you're ... well, you're you!"

"did you want me to repeat myself or are you actually gonna explain what that's supposed to mean now?"

"listen. you're so beautiful. i had no chance at resisting you when we first met. imagine if i'd met you while you were wearing a tiny little black dress. i would've lost my mind. they're men, baby. they're weak-minded. i dont wanna let them even see you like this." despite the stupid neanderthal logic he was feeding you with, his reasoning gave you a slight ego-boost, dissipating your annoyance a bit.

you approached him, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt as you adjusted his tie - today's theme for the monthly meeting had been strictly formal, courtesy of a hong jisoo – and stared into his eyes, flirtatious smile gracing your lips.

"cheollie ... the dress code's formal. and i know how strict you guys are about that. if you can wear those stupid leather pants on stage while performing for carats, – who, by the way, do wanna fuck you – i can wear a tiny little dress around my very platonic friends."

you were pretty sure seungcheol had tuned you out already, at least judging from how distracted his hands had become now that they were kneading your ass under the short skirt of the dress. in any other circumstances you would've entertained him, maybe even let him fuck you before leaving home, but you weren't about to reward his stupid comments from earlier with sex. separating yourself from him, you chided at him, telling him to get ready, because you'd be leaving together; with no need to change your clothes.

~

upon arriving to the restaurant of choice - an entirely rented out luxury restaurant joshua had seemingly been eyeing for a while - you and a sulky seungcheol (he had brought up the dress issue again in the car) quickly spotted a table full of people. it was all twelve members of seventeen, plus joshua's and seokmin's girlfriends, who would also be making their debut appearance at the monthly dinner. as expected, the boys were all wearing suit and tie, while the girls had dresses on. you had to admit, maybe yours was a bit more provocative, but you felt comfortable since you would only be around close friends.

the moment they spotted you walking in, jeonghan took the liberty of standing up, looking you up and down before smirking and giving you a quick hug, even going as far as pulling out a chair for you to sit. you appreciated the gesture, taking a seat and thanking him, completely ignoring seungcheol's annoyed grumble along the lines of 'i'm supposed to do that'.

the dinner went pretty okay after that, with one or two complimentary comments directed at your apparel. you'd also noticed a few of the boys staring a bit more than usual, but you'd dressed up, after all, so it wasn't very surprising to you. seungcheol, on the other hand, grew more and more annoyed every time a member directed themselves to you, even if it was with innocent intentions. he had built an idea in his head that everyone mustve wanted you the way that he wanted you. it also didn't help that you were sitting right by jeonghan and mingyu, members who were renown for being a bit flirtier than the rest. you knew it was just in their nature, and completely meaningless when directed towards you, but you could feel your boyfriend's fumes increase next to you as the night went on.

after a while seungcheol had begun to speak over you, acting as if you couldn't respond or interact with his members on your own. he was beginning to show his annoyingly possessive side, acting overly overprotective over you, almost as if you were a prize to keep under lock and key.

there were only a few instances in which he did this. he could sometimes act like a dick about it, wanting to show the rest of the guys how you were his and no one else's

then came what broke the camel's back. yoon jeonghan must've sensed some tension in seuncheol's behavior, adding two and two and figuring out that his possessive friend must've been feeling some type of way at any attention headed your way. so, he decided to have fun with it, amping up his flirting.

"shit, have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?," he smirked, eyeing his friend a bit as he complimented you.

"yeah, but maybe don't say that to my girlfriend, yeah?", interjected your stupid boyfriend, hand on your thigh as he attempted to show possession over you.

you ignored him, "oh, thanks hannie. you look really handsome too."

he puffed, as if out of breath, also ignoring cheol's comment, "no, but really. that dress is ... man, all i know is if i were seungcheol we wouldn't have even left the house tonight," the smirk wouldn't leave his face, knowing he was poking a bear.

those two simple comments were enough to get seungcheol to snap, loudly getting up and interrupting any other conversation going on at the table. without any other word, he completely ignored any questioning stares or inquiring comments and grabbed your hand, dragging you from your own chair and pulling you away from the room and into a more secluded area of the almost-empty restaurant.

"seungcheol what the hell are you doing?!"

he turned to you, now letting go of the hand he'd been pulling, "i told you not to wear that around them! do you think i enjoyed that?!"

"it's just jeonghan, cheol! he doesn't mean anything by it. he was just trying to tease you."

"i dont care about that! you're mine. you're not supposed to show yourself off like this to other men!" the fact he didn't see issue with what he was saying was peeving you off, making you scoff at him before he continued.

"you're mine, okay? and you responding to han's flirting is not helping me get that point across to them."

"you-"

"no, let me finish," he moved closer to you the more he spoke, eventually having you pinned against the wall of the restaurant, looking down on you, "i won't have any of them even think they have a chance with you. no one does. you're mine. is that understood?" by now his lips were just a hair away from your ear, heavy breath fanning against you as his hands slid onto your waist, pulling you against him, dick already semi-hard under his slacks.

you hated the way he was talking to you. kind of. an embarrassing part of yourself was keening on his possessiveness, enjoying how he felt as if he had to stake claim over you. as if even one look from another man had him having to show the world you were his and his alone.

when he unglued his lips from your ear and went back to staring down at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, neither of you could help yourselves anymore. you might've kissed him first, but it was probably him who crashed his lips into you first, almost swallowing you whole as he attacked you by shoving his tongue in your mouth.

he became intense with his movements pretty quickly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other harshly felt you up. he disconnected his hand from you for a moment in order to pull down his pants and knead at his cock for a few moments, getting himself ready for you.

he disconnected your lips, chuckling at the way yours chased after his, "get on your knees."

with zero type of dignity, you got on your knees with no question, beginning to slide your hand up and down his dick before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking, giving him eyes as you did so.

he groaned at the sight, but quickly recovered, barking out a command for you to be a well-behaved girl and take it all in your mouth. you followed instruction pretty quickly, loving the weight of his cock in your mouth.

"that's it ... knew you could be a good girl after all."

"fuck ... that mouth is all mine, right baby? only for me to choke on my cock .."

"take it deeper, i know you can. trained that pretty mouth to take me."

his words were getting you wetter by the second, moaning mindlessly against his dick as he began to thrust into your mouth, groaning out even more expletives.

he suddenly pulled you away without allowing you to suck him into completion, once more slamming your back against the wall and shoving his tongue in your mouth. you both groaned at the feeling of his taste in your tongue, eventually making the kiss become a mess of wet tongues just licking at one another while he ground his hard dick against you.

you cried against him after a while of dry humping, feeling the heat of his cock so close to where you wanted him, but your mind being too empty for you to even beg for him to put it inside you.

he pulled away, "are you gonna be good and let me have that pretty pussy? my pretty pussy?"

all you could do was nod and whine against him as he pulled your panties aside, only having to lift your dress a tiny bit to give him room to enter your warm walls. you both sighed out in pleasure the moment he entered you, with cheol quickly finding a rhythm that had you throwing your head back against the wall, not caring for any pain you felt at the impact.

"you're mine. do you understand that? no one else can have you. can't even look at you. tell me you understand." he paused for a moment, smirking as he knew you had no way to respond with the pace in which he was slamming himself against you, "what? no answer? baby, what'd i tell you about being a good girl?" he was mocking you now, relishing on the effect he had on you.

"c-cheollie ... y-yours! just yours! won't ev-ever look their way again. pro- ah! promise!" you did the best you could to muster out an answer, being too high on pleasure from the way his cock was repeatedly hitting against you, impaling you completely.

your emotions were already very heightened, causing the two of you to be quick to reach your ends.

"gonna fill you up, okay baby? and you're gonna keep it all in, or else imma have to take you home and do it all over again, yeah?" he groaned out, knowing he was about to blow his load any second now.

"y-yes! fill me up, please!"

a few thrusts later and he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning out at the feeling of your walls tightening against him as you came.

you attempted to catch your breath as seungcheol used his fingers to push in any cum that exited your hole, moving your panties back into place to try and retain the most he could. with no warning, he shoved those same fingers in your mouth, making you suck his essence from them as he groaned at the sight.

"c'mon," he gave you no time to catch your breath or recover before dragging you by the hand once more, walking back to the table to pick up your coats.

"i'm taking her home now. yoon jeonghan, i'll deal with you later," and with that he dragged you away, making no effort to hide your disheveled state as you limped behind him, beyond embarrassed all your friends knew what you and your boyfriend had been up to.

if cheol had wanted to make a public service announcement about how much you were his, he had achieved it.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #seventeen oneshot #svt smut #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #scoups #scoups smut #scoups x reader #scoups oneshot #scoups fanfic #scoups scenarios #seungcheol oneshot #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol smut

[issa-pheonyx]

Can you write a scenario where Smoke comforts their s/o who goes through insecurities?

𝗦𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟴 (𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟-), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘅. 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗯~

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-That is literally his reaction when you mention something you are insecure about like: "I'm sorry? Be fucking for real right now🤨"

-On a serious not tho, he would be disappointed. Specifically, more of a dumbfounded response, because first of all he was down right bad for you. No matter the beauty and flaws that you may not see from his perspective he still looks at you with such admiration

-He would give you a sad puppy eye look like :( because like why? Why would you say those things? Please, don't do that. His eyes show his expression of concern, confusion, and heartbreak. All he could do was hold your hand tightly and stare at you. "Please...please, don't. It hurts me to hear you say those things about yourself. Let alone an enemy for me to protect you by ending them. I don't want to be the one to do that to you."

-His words of affirmations and affections were comforting, loving, and warm. He would stare at you lovingly without you noticing, gentle touches, and his sweet words make you melt into a puddle. He adds bit more passion more energy after the insecurities from catching you despising something about yourself from the way you look in the mirror. If not he would overhear talking about yourself on whatever feature(s) makes you disgusted that you wish it would have looked better. He knows you will not reject his love, because never in any person in his life made him so happy

-He was honestly excited and relieved when you accepted him (much to your surprise he chose you...as you should), plus he would lowkey envy his brother, Scorpion, who is married and witnessing the tender love they share, he wishes one day it will happen to him next. Which it did and he never felt so much joy and love in his life. He wants to be the man and future husband to you. Yes, he looks up to Scorpion a lot, but in the end he wants to be his own person too and to be someone's protector

-He encourages you to be accepting of your flaws/insecurities that can not be easily removed. But, if it can he wants to help you. He wants to be your number one fan and don't take it the wrong way. Smoke just wants to make sure you don't feel alone on this journey. Not every little thing in life you're suppose to do alone and he wants to be the guy to be there for you, because you did that for him

-There are times he times he notices how you bottle up your emotions and frustrations. Even if you snap at him that you're okay or to leave you alone he is not going to. He will literally stand there like "I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N)🧍🏻" and you would just have to give in and talk. Smoke would hold you in a bear hug and tells you everything is going to be okay as you sob it out. "You have helped me with my troubles of my loss of family...so, I'm going to help you reconnect with yourself until I see you smile everyday like when I first saw you~"

-Honestly, girl this is the man. He is the ideal (relax I know Smoke is not everyone's taste...I can have him ya'll can take everyone else LMAO-) man of boyfriend material, husband material, gentleman material-you know name it. Like ugh he is so sweet and so fucking cute. Okay, I am off topic, but in the end he is just a sweetheart and be giving you those doe eyes when he sees you (UGGH IMAGINE THO LIKENSOJBDFJBA)

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

#mk smoke #mk 1 #mk1 #mk x reader #mk1 2023 #mk 1 2023 #mk 1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smoke #tomas vrbada #smoke mk1 #mortal kombat 1 smoke #mk 1 smoke #tomas x reader #issapheonyxasks #issapheonyxrequests #headcannons

[darethshirl]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

super late with this but better late than never! thank you for the tags @fadedsweater, @anneapocalypse, and @dragon--sage 🥰🥰 tagging back @roguelioness, @sarsaparillia, @korcariiwitch, @queenaeducan, @rosella-writes, @dreadfutures, @melisusthewee, @mel-0n-earth and anyone who sees this and wants to do it tbh!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern!

Goblins were disgusting, wretched little creatures, but even Astarion had to admit they knew how to throw a party.

from i'm not beaten by this yet (you can't tell me to regret) (bloodweave, explicit, 3k words)

It was only after Astarion had finished the kill—after the gut-deep slash, the satisfying spurt of blood—that he realized he was being watched.

from tear it through my heart (again, again, again) (tavstarion, mature, 4k words)

The cemetery was a quiet, unassuming little place, hidden between a shabby building and a formerly-tall church wall that was swiftly falling into ruin.

from cradle me with grace (tavstarion, explicit, 3k words)

Baldur’s Gate buzzed with all the activity of a healthy city, lively and unchanging throughout the ages.

from so long to this wretched form (tavstarion, teen, 4k words)

The tower at Moonrise was both more imposing and more cramped than Astarion had imagined.

from take me under, take me home (tavstarion, teen, 6k words)

The moon shone high overhead, and Ketheric Thorm’s world was crumbling all around him.

from deus proditus (Ketheric study, general, 1k words)

The thing was, Astarion really had wanted her from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.

from let me wrap my teeth around the world (tavstarion, explicit, 5k words)

In retrospect, John should have waited before bringing his friends back to life.

from like prometheus we are bound, our godforsaken lot (John/Mercy/Augustine, The Locked Tomb, general, 2k words)

It starts so abruptly that Cliff doesn’t even realize what’s happening.

from you know how to make me crawl (Cliff/David, Black Mirror, explicit, 1k words)

Despite everything, and despite what her future memories will tell her, Erica grew up relatively happy in the House of Slaughter.

from ain’t it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves (Erica study, Something Is Killing The Children, teen, 2k words)

so!! first of all I'm surprised I had to go deep enough that I ran out of bg3 fics lmao. I'd almost forgotten I'd written that black mirror fic!! and yet I didnt go far enough to reach a dragon age one 🥲 I really have left this fandom huh (for now! 😤🐺)

second of all, I'm surprised by how short some of these are! I definitely think of myself as more wordy, and I prefer my longer sentences when I look at this. I think the weakest are the bg3 ones in the middle where I have to establish which act we're in (and let me tell you I STRUGGLED with that Baldur's Gate city description, it was literally the last part I wrote in the fic and you can kinda tell i wanted to get things over with aksdh)

I do prefer the ones that are more character-centric (poor Ketheric, so dramatic lmao). I think if you're going in fandom-blind John's line is the most striking (he can bring people back from the dead???) even tho if you have the context it's not that impressive an opening 😂 And I super enjoyed writing astarion being a dick about goblins!

but I gotta say my favourite line is the "it was only after Astarion had finished the kill" etc etc from tear it through my heart 🥰🥰 in fact I liked that line so much I made it the summary! these are the kind of vibes I want to always achieve 👀 also, honestly, I should start in action/medias res more often! it seems like a fun style I've tragically underused so far

#ask meme #my writing #bg3 #tlt #black mirror #hey you know what other annoying pattern i can see #all my titles are from song lyrics 🙃😂 #i hate it but also im not gonna stop it cause. you know. coming up with titles SUCK #but theyre still dumb to look at one after the other akjsd #also you can tell im wordy when my pattern analysis babbling reaches FOUR PARAGRAPHS LMAO 🤡

[corvids-calling]

I've decided. I'm not telling my parents I'm nonbinary. Not in the "I don't have to have this big coming out if I don't want to" way, but in the "Even if I tell them, it's not gonna change anything" way. My mom literally told me "If any of y'all (my siblings and I) use they/them, I won't use it bc I'm an English teacher 🤪". It's the way grammar is more important to her than the happiness of her own kid. She'd rather "not cause any confusion!!" than make her own kid feel more comfortable in their already incorrect body. I just know she wouldn't use he/him for me because "you're not a boy!!" and I absolutely will not use she/her. I can only imagine the way she'd play the victim if I told her I use a different name than the one she gave me. "What's wrong with it??" It makes me uncomfortable, I'm sorry! I didn't choose to be nonbinary! Honestly, if I could, I'd probably not be! I hate crying because my body feels wrong and there's a disconnect when I look in the mirror! And yet she'd spin the whole thing to be about her and how I'm hurting her and blah blah blah. Like sorry you're hurt that I didn't trust you enough to tell you this for the past 2 and a half years, but after your reaction I think I'm justified. I already came out as a lesbian, not of my own accord btw, my mom forced me to tell her, and that whole shit show convinced me I don't want to come out again.

#vent post #tw transphobia

[gogolstoelicker]

👁️👁️ can we get an Dazai!MC with the dorm leaders for twisted wonderland?

Something about him just nullifying there abilities out of nowhere is so funny to me

Dorm Leaders with a Dazai!MC

warning(s): none

notes: honestly imagine thinking u got the magicless human and the thing that disappeared is ur magic and not the human. i would crawl into a hole and never return

A carefree individual, you often disappear in the middle of work or show up very late, prank your coworkers instead of doing your work and flirt with random attractive customers. Often described as annoying by your coworkers.

However, you're more than what meets the eye. Sharp and intellectual, you can see lies and trickery from afar. Always a few steps above everyone, you're able to outwit your enemies easily, a cunning one it seems.

Riddle:

...say it with me everyone?

he hates you.

plain and simple, he hates you

you don't get any homework done, you flirt with random people you walked past and you prank the people you know daily

the amount of rules you've broken makes riddle wants to rip his hair out

you probably got collared everyday LMFOAOAOAO

and then u just touch it and it disappeared and everyone's like😮😦

his cancelling magic vs ur cancelling magic fight round 1‼️‼️

imagine everyone's surprise when you defeated an overblot with just a touch lmfao

"don't worry guys, i can change him," you said walking towards the overblot riddle

"???!!!!????$@@$+//" is your friends' reactions.

but that'll be too easy and i like taking roundabouts so let's say an overblot is just like Lovecraft, where no longer human don't work on them

that's fine you can still work with this!!

so you pointed out his weak points while ur friends work their magic on him

which is literally what the original mc did(dazai secret twst mc?!)

well he doesn't hate u as much after the whole overblot incident but u still got collared anyway‼️he just gain an appreciation for you‼️

Leona:

ah yes

lazy and lazy, procrastinator and procrastinator

you guys might as well join forces as the new team rocket

honestly he probably met you while you're out skipping class

i mean you can be annoying but at least you didn't nag him about going to class?

well the whole students getting injuries before a game incident started and crowley asked you to investigate it

you probably already had your suspicions on him so like

ok so yknow the thing that happened before his overblot?

where sand just sand

or people sand how to explain

u probably got near to leona and touch him and everything is ok again

honestly he's not over it

imagine telling ur brocken dark past while threatening to turn others into sand and it just

disappeared with a touch by a magicless human

another reason to overblot ig /hj

well after the whole incident, he just always yells at himself in the mirror for what happened bc it's kind of embarrassing

well not literally ofc

class skippers duo❔

Azul:

hasn't heard of your nullifying ability so good for you

ur friends went and go and cause troubles as always but this time with this man

so now you're forced to talk to him bc of crowley and ur 3 friends who shared a braincell

imagine u trying to touch him so u can nullify his magic and him noticing that and just moving out of the way every single time

and it became a small game of tap and avoid

and he just went "what are u trying?^^"

and u just go "ur clothes looks pretty, i wanna touch it^^"

there's probably a small tension between u two not in a good way don't twist my words /hj

u failed to touch him bc of his two bodyguards and him being him:(

so now you're forced to follow the storyline oh sevens no: (

i had a funny vision and that is Jack launching the reader to Floyd to stop his unique magic

well i mean at least it worked‼️who would've guessed your enemy will throw their own friend to you amirite

they snitch to azul

azul: 👓✨they can... what?

pls expect azul to look at u like this even after his overblot (he wants that ability of urs)

Kalim:

u dragged him into ur mess every time

jamil have to stop u or kalim every single time

well mostly bc you're a menace who keeps on using kalim's naivety and obviousness

it's funny to you, it's not to jamil

kalim in between like "😁✨❔❔"

(that sparkle bc i love kalim he's so cute i would give him the world he's just so precious i would give him the entire world if he asked for it (even tho he probably have more money to buy the world than me)have i mentioned I'll give him the entire world?)

anyways, poor kalim is dragged into ur whims everyday

well at least he's not harmed in any way so +1 point for u for that

-1 bc jamil is going to rip off your head if u keep doing this to kalim

overall, best buddies

he accepts u as u are + thinks you're cool

you accept him as he is and used him for ur own amusement + thinks he's cool

YEAH‼️‼️

jamil:

Vil:

oh god- i mean sevens

(is there any god in twisted wonderland that they worshipped or-?)

looks at u like this😐 if he ever walkes past you

and the way you don't even try in anything is making him go😒

but you see him and noticed how he feels about you as a whole and go ✨👅✨

is this a new person u can bother?

BACK OFF SATAN🤺🤺

the way u randomly came to bother him makes him wanna go feral

in a bad way

well now since you're trying so hard to bother him, he might as well change how u carry urself

START CARING ABOUT UR OWN APPEARANCE WILL U

literally fuss over it everyday when u appear in front of him to bother him

Idia:

ah yes, another target

idia cowers in fear whenever he saw u

bc u will surely ran up to him with that evil face of urs to bother him

YOU CAME OUTTA NOWHERE TOO

and u somehow knows whenever he's there

"i can sense idia is near (an empath)" - you probably

he cries a little inside whenever he sees u on the camera (when he's not going to class physically) (like always)

AND IT'S LIKE U KNOW HE'S LOOKING AT U BC U WAVED AT THE CAMERA

idia is scared

but you're having fun so

poor idia is having no rest

but no matter how much of a menace u are, thankfully u didnt drag him out

"look who finally decided to come out of their room?" -you

idia:

Malleus:

probably knows he's malleus draconia from the start too

doesn't care

probably made him into a sigma but without using him yes

literally yoinked him and danced with him out of nowhere when he tried to teleport away

so it cancelled out his teleportaction magic and he goes 😮⁉️

"did u do this?✨👄✨"

he looks so excited

bc like yes‼️is someone finally going to be even with him or maybe surpass his magic???

finds out you're magicless and is even more interested and amused

you're stuck with him now

he have taken u in as his best friend, no backing down now

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

[hermannsthumb]

possible prompt for a university au: newt is the biology major who maintains all the fish tanks in the physics building at 11pm and hermann is the physics student who likes to wander the halls to think. newt accidentally flings water all over the ground and hermann trips, hijinks ensue.

earlier today I was thinking about how I wrote a college AU fic almost 3 years ago to the date, and how I wanted to do more bc its fun thinking about newt and hermann as dumb college students

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Newt's not really sure how he ended up with the weirdest work-study job on the planet, but honestly, things could be much, much worse (he could be stuck down in the dining hall, or dealing with confused freshmen in the school bookstore) so he keeps his thoughts on the whole thing to himself. Every Friday at eleven sharp, Newt pulls on his grodiest t-shirt and a pair of long rubber gloves and treks all the way over to the physics department to set to work scrubbing down the fish tanks that line the classroom walls. Why does the physics department have fish tanks? Newt's not really sure about that, either. It's kind of an insane amount of them, too, more than even the marine bio department has. Maybe it's supposed to boost morale or something. Hey, look at these crazy cool tropical fish who get to do nothing but eat and swim in circles, sorry you're stuck inside calculating velocity and shit.

Whatever, Newt's not complaining about that either. Let the physics nerds have their fun. It'll be good for them to branch out a little, realize there's life beyond robotics club meetings.

Also, Newt likes the fish. They're cute. He likes to think they like him, too, because they're very well behaved when he has to scoop them out of their tanks and plop them into smaller fish bowls (the kind goldfish in movies always use). He's going to teach them tricks eventually—he had a beta fish once who would do a little flip when Newt tapped the glass a certain way because he knew he'd get rewarded with dried worms, so Newt knows it's possible. Just imagine, a hundred fish doing flips on command. Newt Geiszler, fish whisperer.

Yeah, maybe the job could be more glamorous. It's really hard to get algae out of the gloves, and he hasn't been allotted the budget for a new pair yet.

"Hey, guys!" he shouts as he pushes in the door to room 214. The fish don't acknowledge him: they just continue swimming in their giant tank. In and out of plastic plants and rock caves. The rock caves were a gift from Newt three months into the job, and so were some of the moss balls—stimulation is important for fish! He wouldn't want to be trapped in a glass box with nothing to do, either. "I bet you missed me. Ready for a clean tank?"

Newt always talks to the fish, even if they don't talk back, because he thinks it's important to build their trust. He'll usually keep a running commentary of his week as he scrubs the tanks, just get everything off his chest that he needs to get off. Stuff he's worried about. Stuff that went well. Stuff that went badly. Therapy's expensive, and Newt's student health insurance can only cover so much, but talking to fish? That's free.

That's also kinda why he does it so late at night and over the weekend. The last thing he wants is an audience. Because, one, talking to fish is admittedly weird, and two, no one wants a glimpse at Newt's psyche like that, probably not even the fish.

The first step in cleaning the tanks is relocation. Newt digs his stereotypical goldfish bowls and an industrial-size mesh wand out of the supply closet, fills the former with some of the special tank salt water, and begins the slow and arduous task of scooping out the fish and depositing them into the bowls. "I had the lamest week," he announces once he's about three clownfish in. "I was working on a group project Saturday—"

Then Newt stops, because he hears footsteps in the hallway just outside the classroom.

Serial killer, Newt's instincts supply helpfully.

No, Newt corrects himself, that's dumb. Why would a serial killer wander into the physics building at eleven o'clock at night? Why would anyone, period? He's probably imagining stuff. Lack of sleep, stress over his upcoming projects, residual embarrassment from his disaster study session Saturday, all of it culminating in Newt thinking there's someone there. No, definitely imagining it. Newt can only even get in this late to the department because his ID swipe card is set up with the right permissions—not even the physics students have the permissions he does to be in this late at night. Well, not unless they clean the kitchenette in the student lounge or something.

Or if Newt left the door unlocked.

More footsteps. Closer now.

Newt's pretty sure he didn't leave the door unlocked, because he thinks it locks automatically behind him, and he would have to literally prop it open for anyone to get in after him. But anything's possible. The door could've caught on a dropped pencil or a paper scrap or other weird shit that physics students leave around, and a serial killer could've noticed and taken the opportunity to sneak inside on the off chance a hapless young biology major was scrubbing slime off fish tanks in the middle of the night. Any minute now, Newt's about to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The Physics Department Murder. The Disappearing Biologist. (Nah, neither of those are very good titles, but that's why Newt isn't on the creative writing track.)

Step-tap-step. Closer now; Newt's heart leaps to his throat. Step-tap-step. Step-tap-step. Pausing just outside the door of room 214. God, why didn't Newt turn the lights off? Why didn't he shut the door?

Newt reaches for the first vaguely weapon-shaped thing he can find—an empty fishbowl, because Newt's not going to sacrifice any of the fish for this—and, as the door swings open, hurls it with a cry.

The bowl clunks on the ground. Except it turns out Newt grabbed the wrong fish bowl, because (even though it doesn't shatter, thank God) water quickly begins to seep across the slate floor tiles towards Newt's serial killer, a pathetic little clownfish (Newt thinks this one is named Albert, because the physics department is made up of nerds who do shit like name their random pet fish after their kind) flopping around in the puddle. Newt's serial killer, meanwhile, cries out similarly, his arms windmilling as he loses his footing and slips backwards, his cane—

Oh, fuck.

The intruder is not a serial killer. It's someone possibly worse, actually: Newt's mortal enemy, Hermann Gottlieb.

Newt's not really sure at what point Hermann became his mortal enemy and not just some guy I have class with that I hate, but he can pretty easily say that they've hated each other since the moment Hermann walked through the doors of Engineering 101 and was deigned Newt's lab partner by the Alphabetized By Last Name Seating Chart god. Something about Hermann just gets under Newt's skin. It's not his prissy English accent, or his oversized sweaters, or his absolutely horrendous haircut, and it's not even that he takes every opportunity to savagely rip apart every single thing Newt says in class. Don't get Newt wrong, that's all super fucking annoying, but it's annoying levels he can deal with.

It's the stuff they have in common that makes Newt hate him. It's like Hermann's a slightly broodier and more angular mirror that reflects all of Newt's most egregious faults—his arrogance, his stubbornness, his social awkwardness, his desperation to be taken seriously—right back at him. It sucks.

Plus, one time Newt caught Hermann ripping down the flyer he put up on the quad for Anime Club to advertise his stupid chess club instead, and he's never managed to forgive him for that.

Newt may hate Hermann, but he's not about to let him land on his ass in a puddle of fishy water (especially not on a freezing November night) just because the subsequent bitching would be unbearable, and, yeah, it would be supremely shitty of Newt, so he leaps forward just in time to catch Hermann and his cane before he hits the ground. He's so impressed with himself with his amazing catch that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Hermann is shouting and probably has been shouting since he slipped.

"—bloody maniac! What on earth are you doing in here? How are you in here? Did you just assault me? I'm going to phone campus police, you wretched—"

"Hold that thought," Newt says.

He rights Hermann and snags the mesh net and rescues poor Al before it's too late, dropping him back into the big tank with the rest of his friends. Newt can't be sure, but he thinks Al blows a bubble in thanks at him. Maybe he needs to make friends outside fish.

Hermann is still yelling at him.

"I am going to tell the head of the department you're—you're skulking about in here after hours!" he declares. "You're a menace. Pay attention to what I'm saying to you, Newton!"

Newt sighs and turns around. Hermann's turned an interesting shade of red—sort of like an over-boiled lobster, or if he fell asleep in the sun for too long. Newt wonders if it's from embarrassment (almost falling on his ass) or anger (almost being knocked on his ass). Probably anger. "Look, dude, I'm sorry," Newt says. His face twists like he ate a lemon, and he hopes Hermann doesn't notice. Newt hates apologizing to Hermann. "It's my job to clean the tanks every weekend. You scared the shit out of me and I freaked out—it's just that, like, no one ever comes by this late. Ever." He decides not to mention the serial killer thing. Hermann might make fun of him for being jumpy or paranoid or something.

Hermann's scowl doesn't lessen, but he does nod. Plus, he stops shouting. That's as much as Newt's gonna get of forgiveness. "Hmph," Hermann says. "You clean the tanks?"

"Every weekend," Newt repeats. He realizes he got some fish tank slime on Hermann's button-up when he caught him. Oops. Hopefully Hermann won't notice until Newt's in the safety of his dorm. "Gotta pay for my textbooks somehow." Then he frowns. "Wait, so what are you doing here? I didn't know you had access to the building this late."

Maybe Hermann is the kitchenette-cleaning guy after all. But, to his surprise, Hermann sniffs and casts his eyes to his dorky Oxford shoes. "Er," he says. "It's just—I was having trouble working out a solution to a problem, and thought a walk might do me good. Chilly nights like this one always do. And I quite like this building at night—it's calm, and much quieter than my dormitory." He fidgets. "And—well—only don't say anything to anyone, but I rewrote the permissions of my ID card so I could come and go wherever I please ages ago."

"You rewrote the permissions?" Newt says. "What the hell, wouldn't you have to hack into the security system or something to do that?"

"Well, obviously," Hermann says.

Despite himself, and despite Hermann being his Mortal Enemy, Newt is genuinely impressed. "Dude," he says. "That is so badass." Since when has Hermann been a badass?

Hermann's eyebrows jump, and he blinks at Newt behind his dorky librarian glasses. What twenty-one-year-old wears librarian glasses? With a chain? "You think so?" he says.

"Uh, totally," Newt says. "What problem were you stuck on? The one from Saturday?"

Being lab partners for engineering means Newt and Hermann have to collaborate on pretty much everything, including their midterms. Their midterm is what they've been working on for the past two weeks. On Saturday, though, they met in neutral ground to work on it (a reserved study room in the library), and, after a stupid and massive argument that had the librarians hoisting them out by their shirt collars and threatening to ban them for life, Hermann called Newt an idiot and stomped off into the night. Newt still hasn't gotten around to giving the problem another shot. Whatever, they have another week before the dumb thing is due. Plenty of time. Hermann nods. "Yes," he says. "Er—that one."

Newt glances at the clock ticking away on the wall. Quarter after eleven. Hermann's delayed him a whole fifteen minutes. Technically, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually have to have the tanks scrubbed by Friday night—he has the whole weekend to get it done. Also, he kind of feels like he owes Hermann for attacking him the way he did. Accidentally attacking. "Listen, Hermann," he says, feeling totally insane for what he's about to suggest. But he kind of wants to know more about Hermann The Badass. "What if we went back to my place and worked on it together? I'll buy us pizza, and I have, like, a bunch of energy drinks." The pizza place nearest campus is open until three in the morning, almost definitely because they get all of their business from sleep-deprived undergrads. Plus, they have midnight specials where you get free breadsticks with every pizza. Newt could go for some breadsticks. "It might be...fun," he adds.

Fun? With Hermann? Hermann will think he hit his head or something.

But to his surprise, Hermann doesn't hesitate even a second before saying "Alright, then."

"Oh," Newt says. He honestly thought Hermann would put up more of a struggle. "Cool!"

"But I might need to borrow a jumper," Hermann says. "If you'd be so...courteous, that is. I'm a bit chilly."

For some reason, the thought of Hermann (Newt's mortal enemy, but also a secret badass) curled up in one of Newt's baggy sweatshirts makes Newt feel all weird and warm all over. He swallows a few times, because his throat feels a little weird, too. Too tight. Like he just ate something he's allergic to. "No sweat," Newt says. "Let me just get these fish back in the, um, the tank. And—" He waves his slimy, gloved hands. "Take these off. And clean up that puddle. Gimme—um, gimme like, ten minutes?"

"Of course," Hermann says, and gives Newt a small, terse nod.

From Hermann, it's a smile. Newt almost slips on the puddle he's so blindsided by it. Stupid Hermann, making him feel all weird and clumsy.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[catacomb231]

Mine or Hers?|Bakugou x Reader PART SIX

Part Five

Summary:After finding out you have a stalker, you feel lost and have no clue what do to! However thankfully, your boyfriend is there to quickly help you.

TW! Stalking, vomit, not so Kidz Bop stufs

You ran into the girl's bathroom and locked yourself in a stall as you legit thought you were about to throw up. This creep.. this.. stalker had SO MUCH on you! And it just sent shivers down your spine.

And his edited pictures were worse, actually getting you to gag a few times. You breathed hard and fast as your mind race your body shook. What do I do?! Do I tell someone?? But what if he blackmails me!? What if he hurts me!!! Your mind raced a mile a minute, not calming down any time soon.

That's when another ping from your phone made you jump, and you saw on the lock screen it was from your stalker with an attached media file. You were honestly terrified to look at it and didn't want to, but you did. It was an edited Instagram picture of you doing something.. not so Kidz Bop with this stalker.

That was they last straw before you hunch over the toilet bowl and vomited. Afterwards you flushed it, left the stall and went over to the sink to splash some water on you face before drying it off. Your whole body shook as you looked in the mirror. You looked like you saw a ghost.

I can't go back to class like this! Everyone can clearly see that something is wrong! Even if I manage to play it off I can't fool Katsuki! You think to yourself as you tried finding some way to cover it up.

But you collect yourself and after the bell rings to go back to class, your shaking pretty much stopped and color returned back to your face. You walk out the bathroom and head down the hall back to class. Just have to get through the rest of the day and then I can figure out what to do.

You just hoped Katsuki wouldn't catch on! If he did, you'd have to avoid him! Even though you hate doing that.

So for the rest of the day, you're quiet and avoid Bakugou, not even waiting for him to walk back to the dorm together.

You needed to figure this out fast.

-

Your dorm curtains were closed and the lights were off while you paced back and forth, staring at the messages your stalker kept sending. Your hands were getting sweaty and you were still panicking.

However another text message pops up. You thought it was from your stalker or Bakugou, but it was actually from Misaki. The real Misaki.

Misaki:Y/N I'm worried about you! What's going on??

You:I.. I have a stalker.. I have no clue who this man is but he has so many pictures of me and it makes me sick! Literally! I've already thrown up once!

Misaki:Oh gosh.. you have to tell the police! Or at the very least your teacher!

You:But he's blackmailing me! I don't know how but he'll find out if I tell someone and in return he'll ruin my life! Or do something worse to me that I don't want to imagine..

Misaki:But you HAVE to!

Just then a knock from your door causes you to jump from fear and look at it with wide eyes.

Gtg

Bakugou soon walks into your room without waiting for your approval. "Geeze! Don't scare me like that!" You exclaim while holding your hand over his heart. "Don't act dumb! You've been avoiding me! Why??" He asks, demanding to know. You look down at your phone to see new messages from your stalker rolling in. Even though you blocked his number.

???:You better not ignore me anymore you disgusting @&#$

But the latest message causes your eyes to widen and your breathing became erratic again.

???:I can see that angry brat!! Stop talking to him!! He's awful!! Otherwise i'll-

You couldn't finish it as you dropped your phone, causing it to hit the ground before you ran off to your dorm room bathroom. "Y/N??" Bakugou calls out, now really worried as he followed. You were hunched over the toilet once again and vomited again.

"What is wrong?! Are you sick??" He asks while holding back your hair, now even MORE worried. You stand back up shaking while Bakugou flushed the vomit and wiped your face. But you didn't respond as you ran out and over to your window, throwing the curtains open and looked into the forest and trees to see if he was out there.

"Y/N tell me what's wrong!!" Bakugou asks as he saw how spooked you were. You closed the curtains again and looked at him. "L.. l-look at my phone.." You tell him, pointing at your phone that's still on the ground.

Bakugou picks it back up and started scrolling back up through your stalkers messages, getting angrier and angrier as he went, his grip tightening and eyes widening with anger. And it just got worse when he saw the pictures!

"You have a STALKER?! AND didn't tell me?!" Bakugou yells looking over at you. "I know I should have! I'm sorry!"

"Y/N, this man could be SERIOUSLY DANGEROUS!! You can't keep things like this a SECRET!" He yells back and you nod.

"I know I'm sorry!! I was just scared what he might do and now somehow he sees us right now and he's gonna hurt me! And-" You began to say very quickly while you paced, very panicked right now. That's when two strong hands grip your shoulders and you look up into your boyfriend's eyes.

"Okay first, you need to calm down! Just breathe in and out." He says, guiding you to settle your breathing. Once he felt you relax, he lets his hands go. Then he takes your soft hand on his rough one. "Now let's go tell Mr. Aizawa." He says and being pulling you to your door but you tug back.

"No we can't!"

"We have to Y/N! He can actually HELP you so you DON'T end up getting kidnapped or whatever from this psychopath." Bakugou reminds you. And with that you didn't protest anymore as you walked with Bakugou to Aizawa's room.

I just want this nightmare to end.

-

"So you're being stalked?" Aizawa repeats what you just told him and explained the whole story, all while he scrolled through the thousands of text messages and photo he sent you. He kept his cool stoic look on the outside but you could see anger swirling inside his eyes.

You nod as you just stared at the mug of hot chocolate you had in your hands while sitting on the couch in the teachers lounge with Bakugou next to you, as his presence comforted you. Made you feel protected.

He sighs. "Alright well don't worry. He would be stupid to come here. You'll be alright. I'll talk to Principal Nezu about this and call the police. For now, just block him and don't talk to him." Aizawa explains and you nod in understanding. He handed you your phone back and you left.

"You can stay in my room for tonight if it makes you feel safer." Bakugou offers and you look at him with a smile. "Yes please.." You meekly agreed. You just wanted all of this to be over!

-

You couldn't help but see the messages and pictures he kept sending you. But it kept making you sick. You were just sitting on Bakugou bed as he was in his bathroom getting ready. The lights were on, the curtains were closed, and he made a makeshift comfort blanket and pillow fort on his bed to help comfort you.

You just turned off your phone and place it down beside you. You curled up in a ball, wrapping your arms around your knees as you stared down at your feet with your cute fuzzy puppy print socks. They were your favorite pair. They were your stalkers' too..

Bakugou comes back into his room and crawled into bed next to you, leaning up against his wall before he wrapped his arms around you. "Stop worrying. The police will find this creep in no time." He reassures you. "I know but.." you begin before glancing over at his closed plain white curtains. "What if.. what if he's watching..? Right now?" You ask tensing up again.

"There's no way he can see us through those curtains!"

"But what if he can?! Like what if his quirk allows him to look through walls and such?!"

"Relax! He's not there! I'll show you."

Bakugou gets up and walks over to the window. You shake as he pulled open the curtains and looked out into the dark. No one was there. "Hmph. See? Completely safe." He tells you before closing the curtains once again. He then went back over and cuddled with you again.

"I'm just paranoid now.." You mutter tangling your fingers together. "There's no need to! I will blow up this freak before he gets another chance to ever take a picture of you." You says through gritted teeth, although it comforted you. Probably because it's Bakugou and he always means what he says.

But suddenly you jump and let out a Yelp once you guys hear rapid tapping on his window. Both of your gazes snap to it.

"Open up!!"

#mha #bnha #mha reader insert #fluff #mha oneshots #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x self insert #mha bakugou x reader

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Change is due

*Credit to gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, fluff, angst, Dean being a douchebag, guilt.

Summary: What about talking instead of fighting.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n- This is for band-pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge. This makes me sad, but whatever.

Square- "Stay with me"

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

Tag list: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @wonderfulworldofwinchester @doctorlilo @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski

The drive to the bunker was quiet. The rev of the engine. The downright scariness of the way that all I could hear was the passing of other vehicles on the road. That sound too eventually stopped as the driver back to the bunker was much longer than originally anticipated.

Dean had a temper like nobody's business. The temper of a wild dog, or maybe it was a wild bear. Regardless Dean's temper was downright scary most times. But then again most times that temper of his was never directed towards me.

Yes between miniature fights, and getting annoyed with each other fights did occur, but nothing too bad. You see, three years into hunting and now living with the famous Winchesters. I had fallen deeply for Dean Winchester.

Falling for someone is an already dangerous game, but falling in love with a Winchester. The most hunted after, hunters of them all that was a dangerous game to start playing.

I played the game regardless. Can you imagine falling for someone so much that your worlds just connect so well? Like amazing jigsaw puzzle pieces. Or maybe falling in love was like finally figuring out the correct word in a crossword puzzle.

Like Forrest says "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." I would have never been able to tell you that when I was a little girl playing in my room running around in the pure white dress that I would one day grow up kill the monster that haunts this earth, and fall for the most righteous man, the fallen soldier, the best hunter I had ever met.

Could you imagine a six-year-old, coming up to their parent and saying that one day they'd fight monsters, and fall in love with the greatest monster hunter of them all. In your dreams.

Life with the Winchesters was most of the time pandemonium. Life with them was like living in the thunder dome. Like driving on the icy roads and hoping that you don't fall off the cliff. But life was calm sometimes, being able to have a half-assed normal life was good for all of us.

Sam was the best brother a person could ask for. The best friend a person could ask for. I think the moment I met the Winchesters, Dean and I were like magnets dragging each other together. Slated to be together for the rest of our lives, soul mates if you will.

This last hunt was nothing like we had ever dealt with before. So many children had been killed. I had put myself in the way, getting hurt instead of letting more children get hurt. A natural mother... or maybe just a natural instinct of a woman.

Dean, of course, was anger like normal, but usually, his anger would blow over and we'd either make-up or like the band, AC/DC says "You shook me all night long".

this night was different though. Something was off, something felt wrong. Yes, the drive was long and very fucking quiet but something in the air felt wrong. I'd like to think that I'm a tough cookie, a queen disguised as a princess.

I always think that Dean forgets that the reason he and I get along so well is that we are almost alike, in almost every way. We act the same way, love the same things, react the same way. Two peas in a pod if you will.

Dean tends to forget that when he gets angry, but comes to his sense rather quickly after, he either gets blown off, or the subject gets changed, something that he does often to Sam or me. In the situation where he knows he has no control, or where he is uncomfortable, feeling like he's being pushed into the corner.

I used to let Dean act like a douchebag. I let Dean get mad, yell, throw things, get in my face. But recently. Dean's anger has been out of this world, too much to bare, too much to handle. he almost turns into the hulk. It's like he forgets his normal manners and just wants to hulk smash literally everything around him.

How do you make someone realize what they are doing? How do you show someone how they are acting is affecting you?

Finally after what felt like days, but was really just hours of driving we pulled into the garage, the sound of the engine bouncing off of the cinderblock walls. During said drive Dean and I made eye contact once, his green ember eyes staring deep at me through the rear-view mirror. My own eyes making sure to stare at him with just the same amount of deep soul searching Dean was.

Sam steered in his sleep, the coldness of the garage and the car smell waking him from his sleep. Not a single word was said. Sam was the first one out of the car, opening the impalas back, grabbing his bags, and making a rather quick exit of the garage.

Neither of us moving from our spots. We sat in silence. A silence that's a funny word if you think about it. It the most screamed word when you're being told to be quiet. But it weighs heavy between two people.

Fighting was and has never been my style with Dean. Dean wants to yell and be an idiot then I'll let him be, but I won't go without saying my peace. I'll get up and leave if I want to. There's nothing holding me to the man, an argument is just a battle of words.

Finally, Dean moves, moves to look in the back seat. His eye passes over my figure like always. Passing by over my crisscrossed shins up to my jean-covered thighs, over my hips, up my t-shirt and flannel covered belly, up to my tall shoulders, and to my face.

The little light that was streaming into the impala's backseat. "Why?" Was all Dean said, staring at me. I chewed my lip thinking of anything to say. "Stop chewing on your lip. It's finally started to heal." Dean said.

Still, my body stuck in my crisscrossed position. I heard the creak of the impala, as I saw Dean shift from the front seat to the back seat. "I'm pretty sure that I just told you to stop doing that." He said bringing his thumb up to my lips, gently pulling down releasing my bottom lip from my teeth.

"What were you thinking?" Dean asked picking once again at the issue at hand. "I was thinking about the children," I said looking at the man next to me. It was quiet for a moment, then a heavy sigh filled the air.

"The children?" Dean said questioning me. A cocked-eyed eyebrow raised in confusion to my answer. Sometimes it's like my answer is either not good enough, or isn't the right one. "Yes, the children," I stated calmly.

"I'm getting confused here Y/n," Dean said shifting causing the smallest of creak from the old impala. "I stepped in front of the children," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that but why?" He asked. This firstly is going calm, and Dean's asking questions just before assuming shit, but why does this seem odd, kinda like all of the sudden protecting the young kids isn't enough to get a few scrapes and bruises.

"Did the great Dean Winchester just ask me that?" I said now turning the tables and questioning him. "Yeah, I did." He said so cut and dry-like. "You really wanna know why?" I asked

We were still sitting in the back of his precious car. I had rested my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. Dean was just staring, it had become a bad habit of his after we got together.

"Because Dean those kids didn't deserve whatever that monster did to them. Hell, I just pulled ten kids out, you and sam pulled at ten each. Can you even imagine that, because I can. Being so scared that I can't even protect myself." I said.

Taking a deep breath in and sighing loudly.

"What are you talking about Y/n?" Dean asked, looking at me now with more intent. Wanting yearning to get to the bottom jar of worms we had so carefully opened.

"You know what ignore me, it doesn't make any difference," I said uncrossing my legs and turning to unlock the back door. I was stopped before my fingertips even grabbed onto the cold metal on the handle.

"Do you remember that promise you made me? All those years ago." Dean said, pulling me into his warm touch. His scent of bourbon and wood fell down around us. "No, I don't Dean," I said honestly confused about what I had promised.

"You promise me that whatever was on your mind you would come to me and talk about it. I know six years is a long time, but that day you promised that you've never broken that promise." Dean said while he drew small circles into my lower back.

"Tonight though right now, you're breaking that promise. You don't have to give me every single detail but just don't go walking in front of a monster because you don't know what else to do. You know that you can talk to your boyfriend right?" He said questioning me towards the end.

I only shook my head in response Dean took that as his sign to continue talking. "I just, I'm fearing that you're starting to drift away, and honestly Y/n. Honest;y Y/n I don't think I would know what to do without you." Dean said.

This is different, new, and odd. This Dean is someone who only comes out when the world is ending or the tears are about to be shed for the umpteen amount of time. This Dean, this is the Dean I fell in love with. "So make me this promise now, stay with me," Dean asked.

"Stay with you?" I asked, "Of course stay with you, I guess I just have to learn to be able to ask for help, right Dean." I said hugging him from the awkward position we had fallen into when he pulled me away from the back door.

"No more running, no more fighting alone. We do everything together now." Dean said, cupping my slightly tears stained cheek." Bumping our foreheads together in a sign of good faith you could say. I hummed and returned the favor.

Moments like this the calm, and the quiet. These were those times where I felt at home. I've realized with this job, hunting home isn't a place with four walls and a roof over your head it's about the people in your life. Make a home with the people who care about you. Make a home with the people you would fight anything to hurt, Make home able to be anywhere.

And when you can do that finally you can make home turn into love, and love into strength. Having all three makes you happier I'd like to think in the long run of things. So just "stay with me" that's all I'm asking of you, the rest we can do together.

Completed on: 05/06/2021

*Happy Throwback Thursday*

#band psychos bingo challenge 2021 #dean winchester #deanwinchtser #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural fic #supernatualfluff #angstspn #spn angst #spn fluff #supernatural fluff #tw swearing #tw panicking #tw guilt

[baka-writings]

ATEEZ reaction to you dancing and singing to their song

Summary: You were alone since the boys had practice so you decided to just wait for them and occupy yourself 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings: some of these might be kinda suggesting, but no full smut ;)

Can you guess which ones will turn kinda suggestive before you read it? Tell me in the comments~

cr.: to owners

Hongjoong:

He came home sooner than you expected so you got startled and kinda embarrassed when he literally caught you dancing and singing to Wave. He'd at first think you just miss him that's why you're listening to his music, but when he entered the living room and saw you dancing he was so shy and happy. He didn't want to disturb you, because in his opinion you were so cute, but you spotted his presence and turned the music off embarrassed.

"Why did you turn it off?" he'd ask you lowkey sad.

" I was just- uhh"

"Oh come on don't be shy" he walked to you and turned the music back on. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to do something.

"Dance with me?" he gave you a cheesy smile.

You accepted his offer and danced together.

(this would be his face seeing you)

Seonghwa:

You decided to take a shower, because you wanted to have your full attention on Seonghwa when he came back. It was so quiet, only the shower was heard and it was driving you crazy so you decided to sing since you were alone. The echoing sound bathroom made was so beautiful it almost made you believe you could sing.

When Seonghwa got home no one was there so he thought you were outside, but then he heard shower and singing?

"Y/N?" he called out, but no response of course. He smirked as he heard familiar lyrics. He called out once again just to confirm you couldn't hear him. Then he got in, stripped himself and sneaked behind you.

You didn't seem to see him, still singing to Horizon, then you heard a voice behind you singing with you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you yelled at him, covering yourself. Seonghwa licked his lips and got closer to you.

"You're hot"

"That's not what I asked you pervert" he just smirked at you and kissed you as the shower was still running. You couldn't help, but moan while his hands traveled all over your body hehe.

(please use that tongue on me sir)

San:

You were making dinner as you were waiting for San to get home. You had your earphones in listening to your favorite songs when Inception started playing. It was your favorite song and you could never resist to sing along. You haven't noticed San being at home already as you were busy cooking and uhh singing and dancing along.

San smirked seeing you like that and oh how he loved your voice. He couldn't help but hug you from behind, pressing his whole body onto you. His actions made you jump.

"Hey y-you're back" you stuttered from the embarrassment.

"Mhmm" he stayed still, his arms holding you tighter. (his arms omg dad-). You could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your neck and pressed himself on you more. You could feel his bulge poking your back.

"You sound so beautiful.." he said before kissing your neck again, leaving marks. You moaned at his actions which made him smirk against your neck.

Yeosang:

You were sitting in your room, studying for finals, but you always had to listen to some music. It calmed you down and for some reason you could concentrate more.

"Raise me up, take me up..." you were singing you favorite part, not because it was your boyfriend's part....maybe...bur because it was just so beautiful.

Yeosang found you in your shared room after he got back from practice. He knew finals were incoming so he didn't want to bother you much. He just wanted to "show himself", but he didn't expect to hear what he just heard. He couldn't contain his smile and If you were really close to him you'd see tears of happiness of course. He found it so cute.

Yeosang slowly approached you not to scare you. He gave you a soft hug. You looked at him a bit shocked since you haven't seen him enter the room.

"Oh hi you're back" you smiled at him and returned the hug.

"I know you're studying, but would you mind singing some more? I promise I won't bother you, I'll just sit there" he pointed at your bad while walking over there. You chuckled at his cuteness and continued studying and of course singing for Yeosang. Every time you looked at his he was sending you hearts *gif* and cute smiles.

Yunho:

You absolutely loved Yunho's low voice, but what you loved more was his dancing. You wanted to surprise him with small dance cover of Say My Name so you were practicing.

Today wasn't any different. It took you a lot of time to get the dance right since you weren't really good at dancing. As you were practicing, you haven't seen Yunho come in.

Yunho heard a growl from you, when you suddenly stopped. He felt kinda sorry.

"Need help?" he asked you smiling, with s light pink cheeks.

"Aww you're back! How long have you been standing there though?" you asked embarrassed.

"Long enough to see you need help" he stepped more inside the room.

"Oh o-okay" you blushed at the thought of him seeing you fail.

He tried to explain to you how to do the dance properly. You followed his every move, but it looked a lot better when he did it. Yunho heard you growl again. He looked at you and saw you pouting.

"N-No don't be sad you're doing great"

"Why do you need the dance anyway?"

"I wanted to surprise you" you pouted at him, going for a hug. He couldn't help but smile and blush at your cuteness and the will to learn such a hard dance.

Wooyoung:

You were just finishing cleaning, when one of your favorite songs started playing in your earphones. You for some reason already knew some of the moves definitely not because your boyfriend always made you watch them dance

As you were dancing around and minding your own business you haven't noticed 6 pairs of eyes looking at you.

Wooyoung was eyeing you the most, but he was mostly proud of himself since he taught you the Wonderland dance.

"Well this is awkward.." Mingi whispered to the boys.

"But she's got better moves than Wooyoung" Seonghwa smirked down at Wooyoung.

"That's my girl" Wooyoung said proudly.

"Yeah we still can't believe she'd date you.." Seonghwa replied, seeing Wooyoung furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean" Wooyoung said in a louder voice, which you could hear as well.

You turned to where they were standing, all kind of face expressions on their faces.

"We're you just staring at me. ... dancing?"

"You've got nice moves" Seonghwa smirked, who knows what he was thinking about. You chuckled making Wooyoung kinda jelly.

Mingi:

You just got out of the shower, wearing only a towel around yourself. You had your playlist on full volume, jamming to every song playing.

Thanxx was playing next and let's be honest there's no way one does not dance to it right? Right. You were doing so while brushing your hair and doing your night routine. You almost slipped on the wet floor while dancing, but managed to get ahold of yourself.

Mingi arrived home hearing familiar tune playing in your shared apartment. He smiled to himself happily knowing you like his music. However he hasn't imagined you would be almost naked out there. That's why he was kind of taken aback when he saw you only in a towel. He smirked to himself, wild thoughts running through his head.

You saw him in the mirror, smirking down at you. You smirked back at him which turned him on more. Mingi then got behind you and gave you a a jone crushing needy hug. You loved when he was turned on honestly. You smirked again and untied your towel, revealing you naked body. Mingi almost choked on air as he didn't expect you to do that. After he regained himself fun stuff happened hehe.

Jongho:

You were laying on couch, enjoying your alone time. But you missed Jongho.

You closed your eye to relax and let your mind wander around Jongho. Obviously

"Deep in my heart, deep in my soul. . ." you sang out at the thought of Jongho.

"you should go a bit higher" you heard a voice. Huh? Was s dream? Then you felt a hand on your cheek.

You replied, eyes still closed

"you know not everyone has a vocal range like you..but If you want me to die I'll try it"

"Please don't try, I don't want to be the cause of your voice loss...besides you have a wrong technique anyway and-" you cut him of with a kiss. Sometimes you hated he cocky he got as he got older.

*sorry this one was short*

#kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop ships #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez mtl #kpop smut

[the-dream-pawners-canvas]

[ Genshin Impact Imagines ]

Imagine #1 : Of Bargains and Contracts - That which is the most precious shade of gold

Vago Mundo - Zhongli

Imagine having doubts about the fairness of your contract with Zhongli.

After a long day of adventuring for one of Zhongli's rare botanical requests (that ofc, you obtained through your own expenses as per your contract- you felt robbed due to that, truly you did, in which universe was it fair to make the adventurer pay for expenses spent on obtaining your requests? However, you do not find yourself complaining -at least not directly to the person involved- any time soon. Not when he so easily smiles so handsomely -so happily- whenever you provide him with what he requested).

His smiles are going to run me dry of mora, I just know it, you tell yourself. One of these days it would and when you'd need to have a weapon refined but is too damned broke for it -or worse, go starving in the midst of one of your many journeys, Paimon would have your ass for it.

Maybe, just maybe, all of those supposed adventurers that Zhongli had once mentioned in one of his more factual tales to have often decided on staying in Liyue was because of him. Maybe he flashed a great many of them his polished smile and gentlemanly attitude and had just gotten them reeled in- hook, line, and sinker.

Putting it that way, he doesn't sound any more than a con-man, Paimon had blatantly stated so the other day,

'A well-mannered one but a con nevertheless! Who even forgets to bring their wallet nowadays, huh, (Y/N)? Think about it!'

And a part of you do consider it, do boil with the thought. That perhaps you were just being used, that maybe The Mysterious Guest of Wangshu Inn was no more than a conniving, sly, inconveniently comely-

To your surprise, you reach your destination, your thoughts quite a distracting orchestra dedicated to the funeral director. Thoughts that made you steel your nerves as you glared at the polished wooden doors that served as an entrance to Zhongli's study, your mind made up to hand a piece of it to the man who resided just beyond.

'Zhongli, I feel as if the contract we have is rather unfair. You cannot honestly expect me to continue on with this without going broke. We need to make amends to make this transactional relationship work. Paimon is already being a pain since they needed to cut off on food, I do not want to imagine how Kaeya would react once he learns that these commissions from you is funded by our joint expenses and with no reimbursement whatsoever.'

Okay, that sounds good, you think. Civil, proper and not watering down the gravity your true monetary concerns. He'd understand, you hope and place your bets on the proper man that you believe him to be. The concept of mora may just be entirely insignificant to him, only too inconveniently that he forgets he'd need those to make purchases and obtain basic necessities in between his more luxurious wants, which you find ironic.

Taking in a deep breath, you turn the knob of the door and pry it open only to be met by a sight that had might as well called dibs on your future funds down to the last mora.

There stood Zhongli, tall and elegant as always but with far lesser clothes than what he usually has on himself. His coat was nowhere to be seen and instead all there was is his cream undershirt and well-tailored trousers- too damned tight, shirt folded to his elbows, untucked, unbuttoned and deshriveled as his tie was. The longer strands of his luscious locks were out of their usual ponytail and instead pooled about his shoulders and down past his waist.

The backs of his thighs were flush against his mahogany office desk as he leaned back on it, body turned away from you as he concentrated on the energy that was quite literally pulsating as it hovered above the palm of his gloved hand.

The very object that casted such a rich and ethereal golden glow inside the darkened room, painting shadows and lights upon his already sculpted face as if oil on pristine canvas. It was a collection of the palettes that defined Liyue- the dawnbreaks mirrored by cor lapis that littered the ground and the sunsets and high noons radiated by the cryptic shrines and towers that stood as mighty pillars and age-old sentries over the entire island.

On his hand, and with eyes that glimmered with utmost concentration, Zhongli holds a manifesting geoculus-

-traces of the geo archon, the memories and legacy of Rex Lapis.

The implication of it all coaxed a sharp breath out of you and it was this that had snapped the man out of his trance-like preoccupation. He turns towards your general vicinity and his amber eyes widens in surprise for a fraction of a second, the entirety of him taking in the appearance of a deer that had just been caught underneath a street light,

"Ah! Traveler, you arrived far sooner than I had expected!" the distinct light rumble of an uncertain laugh colored his words, his elegant brows furrowing ever so slightly at the astounded look that seemed to have taken an enduring residence on your face before a dawning realization occurred to him- the geoculus he held on his hands.

In flagrante delicto.

"Far sooner, indeed." he chuckles, a fond look swimming in his eyes, a look that heated them into molten gold, gold that traveled unto your throat and spread through your chest like rare colored crystalflies, "It seems that the cat is finally out of the bag," he pushes himself off the table after dismissing the completed geoculus with a wave of his hand and takes languid -albeit, almost coy- steps towards you, those amber gems of his relentless on their search for the placement of your emotions regarding the matter at hand, "Tell me, dear traveler, what do you make of it?" his voice was deep, too deep, as if all intentions were drawn from wanting to drown you in every syllable that left his enticingly thin lips.

You gulp, your limbs suddenly at war as to whether it may find solace in seeking purchase on the ground or in running, "Y-you're... You're the geo archon." you stammered as you looked up at the man who now stood but a mere respectable distance in front of you. It was now you who quaked in front of him instead of the ground or a foe as would always whenever he would display his skill in battle or as portrayed in tales whenever a god would make itself known to mortals. Zhongli had no direct hand on your reaction however, it is the least of his intentions as he willed his presence to remain as it had been before- steady and strong, perhaps a bit intimidating but only to those who did wrong and with an enduring grace reminiscent of willow trees.

He hums in thought and bestows upon you a tender shake of the head, "I was meaning to ask about the feasibility of such unorthodox compensation for your troubles," he asks with the faintest hint of qualms.

You stood there in disbelief.

It just occurred to you then that on the course of your little commissions for him, with every flower he asked you to pick from the most perilous peaks there had always been a geoculus time and again- always a mere reach from where you ought to be, always without fail- a piece of his soul, an essence of Liyue, his memories, his very being and he asks you this as if they were worth so little.

You were getting more than you bargained for and here Zhongli was doing as you had done before- not for himself but on your behalf.

"I- your- a geoculus, an oculus, it's a region's very essence, did I get that right?" You ask even though you know that is the gist of it and a nod from Zhongli provides a seal of confirmation. Venti took the time to explain it to you and then some during one of his once-in-a-blue-moon somber days (when he had one too many drinks, and was in an oddly reminiscent mood), "Venti, he also said an oculus is thus a collection of the reigning archon's memories and a part of the whole that makes them. Is that also true?"

Delight brightens up his already pleasant lips, "I see you are well educated, traveler. Perhaps the bard is not as less as his drinking habits tend to make of him."

"Then why must you still ask me if it is worth my troubles? Of course it would be!" you suddenly find yourself indignant much to Zhongli's surprise, "You'd think such a significant part of you is worth so little, you'd have a heartattack once you skirt beyond the high walls blocking your emotional awareness and see just how many people are throwing themselves on your path just for a chance to pick at the crumbs underneath the soles of your boots!"

And then Zhongli's lips part, eyes glittering and pale cheeks paying homage to budding roses and he just stays like that for a couple of seconds and you realize that you may have run your mouth far too much.

You suddenly want to throw yourself off of one of Liyue's many gorges, good luck to anyone who might want to bother with finding your corpse.

Kaeya might just find that oddly amusing, Paimon not much so.

Zhongli clears his throat and holds his hands behind his back, an eyebrow raised in benevolent scrutiny, "Perhaps the bard may have taught you more than I initially expected. That, or you are -quite unexpectedly- a naturally smooth fellow who knows your way with words, traveler."

"Did you just call me a smooth-talker?" you don't know just where exactly this conversation would be leading you both but he's now making his way back to his desk with a sort of almost imperceptible perk on his steps and sway on his hips and you're now certain that you are compensated well above the usual pay grade by this suddenly too evasive, too temptingly slinky geo archon.

"Perhaps," Zhongli chuckles in amusement at your obvious verbal efforts to pin him back, "A flatterer indeed."

So here's a little fanart I did of our broke Geo daddei/archon, Zhongli! Along with a little imagine to spice things up!

I can't emphasize enough the amount of time, energy, positivity and irl mora this event had sucked out of me and I'm still yet to get him. I know my luck sucks at the highest possible level so would y'all be a jolly lot by helping this wee simp out of her depressed gacha dug hell hole and re-blog for a chance to have this penniless connoisseur come home to me pls

I'm desperate, truly.

Art, Imagine © Yours Truly (pls do credit me when you do re-blog or redistribute, otherwise don't bother)

Zhongli, Genshin Impact © miHoYo

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[itsadamcole]

you’re not broken - pt. 2

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

a year has passed since Kyle proposed to reader. Christmas Day 2021 is here, which is the date that reader and Kyle decided on for their wedding. reader invites her family, and her mother is not very happy ...

word count: 2k+

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of a plane crash, very angsty, a touch of smut, implied sex, defensive!kyle, upset!reader

— this is for whoever wanted a part 2. i hope you enjoy —

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part 1

~ some 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You smile and look at yourself in the mirror of your bridal suite. It's been a year to the day since Kyle proposed to you. It's Christmas Day 2021 and you stand in your dress. A smile is painted across your lips as your maid of honor, Tegan Nox, fixing the veil that is attached to a little tiara.

The dress itself is mermaid style. The skirt begins to flare out at your knees, and there's a layer of sparkly fabric. There are no sleeves and a sparkly silver belt sits around your waist. The skirt and veil leave a small train behind you.

There's a knock on your suite door and you call, "Come in! Unless your name is Kyle O'Reilly."

The door opens and your now fourteen year old sister pops her head in. "Mom just got here," she says. "And she looks ridiculous."

Your eyebrows come together as the door slams open. Your mother stands in a white cocktail dress. Your eyes widen and you say, "Are you literally kidding me right now? You're really wearing a white dress to your own daughter's wedding?"

"Y/N, I tried to get her to change but she wouldn't listen to me," your sister immediately says.

Your eyes don't leave your mother. You say, "I can't believe you, Mom. I really can't. I held my title for almost 700 days, I was a double champion for 200 days. I don't know what else I can do to prove to you that I'm not my sister."

Tegan looks at you and your mother before your mother says, "You're nothing like your sister, honey. You're still alive while she's dead."

Your younger sister says, "Mom! It's her wedding day! Are you serious right now?"

"Y/OS/S will never get a wedding day," your mother states. "She'll never have kids. She'll never have the family that Y/N plans on having with Kyle."

Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "That's not my fucking fault. It's the pilot's fault. He's the reason the plane took a nosedive into the Atlantic with her on it."

Your mother walks up to you and says, "It should've been you!"

You flinch away from your mom as the door opens. You see your grandmom walk in. Your dad's mom. Your mom's mother-in-law.

"You better not have said what I think you said to my granddaughter," your grandmom says.

The angry look in your mother's eyes turns into annoyance or fear. You can't tell but the tears that formed are now falling down your face.

Your grandmother says, "You wore white to your own daughter's wedding. You're seriously that low.

Y/S/N runs over and hugs you. You hug her back as your mother says, "Why shouldn't I have? It's not like she doesn't deserve it." She shoots a glare in your direction.

Maybe she's right.

You look at your sister and ask, "Where's Kyle's room? I need to talk to him."

Your sister says, "He's in room 103."

As you go to leave, your mother says, "Oh, running away as per usual."

"I'm going to tell my fiancé that I'm not getting married if my own mother tries to ruin it," you say. "It's one thing if one of my exes or one of Kyle's try to ruin it because I can handle that. I can't handle my own mother showing up in a white dress to my own wedding."

You leave the room and walk down to Kyle's.

After standing outside the room for a second, you knock. "One second!" you hear from the inside.

You wait patiently as the door opens, revealing not Kyle but Adam Cole. He looks confused and says, "You're not supposed to be here, Y/N."

"I need to, um, talk to Kyle," you say, voice shaky.

Adam looks at you confused before he says, "I'll go get him." Adam walks off. Kyle appears in front of you seconds later.

Your fiance looks at you and asks, "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Kyle engulfs you in a hug and you say, "My mom showed up in a white dress, Kyle. A freaking white dress. Then she started saying how my sister will never get a wedding or have a family like us, and she said that it should've been me. She's ruined the day, Kyle. I can't do this today."

"Can't do what?" he asks, looking down at you. You look up at him with tears in your eyes.

You cry, "I can't get married today. I can't do it."

He gets a look in his eyes and he says, "I'm going to talk to your mother. Where is she?"

As Kyle whips your tears away, you say, "My room. 109."

Kyle walks down the hallway and you follow him. He bursts into the room and says, "How fucking dare you show up to our wedding in a white dress. How fucking dare you say to Y/N that it should've been her that died in that crash. This is Y/N's day. It's her day, and you're here to, what, tell her that she should have died? I'm sorry that Y/OS/N died, I wish I could have met her, but I know that she sure as hell wouldn't want you ruining her younger's sister's wedding day. Either get out of that dress, support Y/N, and get your act together or get the fuck out and go home."

Kyle being supportive and defensive makes you change your mind back instantly to wanting to marry Kyle today. If he's willing to put up with this side of your family then you're one hundred percent ready to marry him today, no matter what.

"Who do you think you are speaking to me like that?" your mother retorts. "I am-"

You watch as Kyle cuts her off. "I don't give two shits who you are," he says, making you cover a small smile that has begun to form on your lips. "You could be the president and I wouldn't fucking care. Stop talking to Y/N like she did something wrong because she didn't. It's not her fault that Y/OS/N died. She's worked harder than I've ever seen her work since you told her she was nothing like Y/OS/N. 678 days as NXT Women's Champion and 200 days as WWE Women's Tag Team Champion. That's a hell of an accomplishment that I'll never achieve but you should be proud of her instead of fucking bashing her! Grow the hell up or get out!"

Your mother looks at Kyle and looks at you behind him. Your grandmother looks almost proud and your younger sister is smiling.

Kyle has officially put your mother in her place and she's officially speechless. She also doesn't look happy.

There's tension in the air as you wait for someone to make a move.

Your mother grabs her things and walks toward the door. She stops and says, "Enjoy your life, Y/N. I never want to see or talk to you again."

Then she leaves and you're heartbroken. Your own mother won't watch as you say I do to Kyle.

Honestly, you're not that upset about it, just heartbroken that it had to come to this.

You look up at Kyle and he looks at you. "Y/N, I'm so-"

Before he can say another word, you put your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. Hard. It's a hard kiss.

Your grandmother says, "Alright, let's go Y/S/N. We shouldn't be here for this."

"But I wanna see what happens," she says, leaving the room with your grandmom.

There's a laugh as your grandmother says, "No you don't."

The door closes and Kyle pulls back from the kiss, looking down at you. "What was that for?" he asks.

You say, "No one's ever put her in her place like that, and honestly, it was hot."

Kyle laughs and says, "You would find it hot, wouldn't you?"

"I've never seen you get so defensive," you say. "It was so hot, especially with the cursing."

Your fiancé's cheeks turn a light red and he smiles. "Remind me to ask Regal to let me curse in the ring when cutting promos," Kyle says.

You lean up and kiss Kyle again. "Please do," you say.

Kyle kisses you back and cups your cheeks. You smile into the kiss, wrapping your hands around Kyle's wrists.

The two of you stand in the room like that for a few minutes, and you feel a small ache between your legs. Kyle's cursing affected you more than you thought.

You pull back from the kiss and look up at Kyle.

"I don't think I can wait for tonight," you admit.

Kyle glances at the time then sheds his suit jacket. He undoes his tie before he says, "We got time. About thirty minutes."

You reach behind you and unzip your dress as you say, "I think we'll only need fifteen."

As soon as you're both naked, you're laid out on the bed with Kyle on top of you.

Let's just say that it was the best pre-wedding sex of all time.

***

Kyle gets dressed and goes back to his room with the Undisputed Era boys as soon as you're both done in bed.

You slip your dress back on as Tegan, your younger sister, and your best friend come into the room.

"Oh, Y/N," Tegan says, hiding a laugh. "Your chest is a mess."

You look down to see that Kyle definitely left his mark on you. Your cheeks heat up and your best friend says, "Must've been good. I can promise you that tonight will be even better."

"He's already planning for tonight," you giggle. "He told me that he was holding back until tonight, and it was still some of the best we've had."

Your sister has her ears covered and you laugh at the sight.

The girls help get you fixed up and ready to walk down the aisle.

Twenty minutes later, it's time. You walk down the aisle with your father, who told your mother to leave without him because he wasn't missing your wedding.

The ceremony is taking place outside right next to an ocean. It's a beautiful day outside in Florida. A warm 60 something degrees with a slight breeze. It's a warm Christmas Day. It usually is.

Kyle stands at the end of the aisle under a white arch covered in white flowers.

Your father hands you off to Kyle, who's smiling at you. "That dress looked better on the floor," he says quietly. A smirk follows the comment.

"Behave yourself, Mr. O'Reilly," you giggle.

Kyle says, "I'll try my best, Mrs. O'Reilly."

You smile at your new last name, even if it's not official yet.

You meet Kyle's eyes and as soon as they do, you don't break eye contact with him. Not when you were saying your vows and not while you were crying as Kyle said his.

It takes an eternity for the official to say, "By the power invested in me by the state of Florida, I pronounce you man and wife. Kyle, you may kiss your bride."

"I've already done that once today," Kyle says. "Or a few dozen times." The crowd laughs. "But I'll do it again."

And he does. He seals the marriage with a kiss.

The crowd claps and you pull back from the kiss. You don't pull that far away as you say, "I love you, Kyle."

Kyle smiles and says, "And I love you, Y/N."

Then the two of you share a second kiss as husband and wife.

#kyle o’reilly imagine #kyle o’reilly fluff #kyle o’reilly x reader #wrestling imagine #wrestling fluff #wwe imagine #wwe fluff #nxt imagine #nxt fluff #wwe angst #wrestling angst #nxt angst #fluffmas #christmas imagine #wedding imagine

[xx-autmnlvr-xx]

I know it's not the Christmas season but I'm obsessing over Arthur Christmas again and I have to point this out

Steve giving his place as next in line to Arthur really touched something in my heart. It was a shift in his mentality and it showed his character development.

You have to realize something about Steve Claus.

In the movie we learn these things:

Steve was refused something he really wanted from his own father, (who is SANTA) because he didn't touch Malcolm's ego with being santa. (When Steve was 8 he wanted a pool table but Malcom, his father, didn't give it to him because he didn't sit on his lap and ask)

in mortal terms, it's like your parent was a candy factory CEO and they would not give you, their child, candy unless you pay them

Because of this the magic and love of Christmas kind of dulled in Steven's eyes. He assumed it doesn't matter how a child feels, because that's how Malcom made him feel.

So he grew up being more technical in his role as next-in-line. He knew he was gonna be Santa. He was raised to be santa. He was grateful to know that was his destiny and that it was something Malcom would give him.

When he creates the North Pole to be efficient and manageable he felt proud of himself. He had something he could work with and get thanked for!

Or did he?

As we saw in the movie. It was the 'most accomplished Christmas ever' and that was all Steve. He choreographed the elves, he MADE the S-1 that made them deliver presents quickly, and ,from his knowledge, they delivered all the presents! He was happy he could do that!

Then Malcom went and claimed that it was his mission so it was mainly him. He DISVALUED his own sons accomplishment just to get a little confidence boost because, as we saw, he felt insecure about his role as santa.

This made Steve a bit frustrated but he brushed it off because it was supposed to be his father's last night and now it was HIS TURN!! He could get recognition.

That all changed when Malcom declared he would continue being santa.

HE DENIED HIS OWN SON THE DUTIES HE WAS PROMISED BECAUSE MALCOM DIDN'T KNOW WHO HE WAS WITHOUT BEING SANTA

I know some of you are thinking 'yeah but steve is being insensitive' if his accomplishments being disvalued was just the one time thing then I would agree. But it wasn't.

We are hinted at during the dinner that Steve continued getting overshadowed by both his grandfather and his father since he began the north Pole operations. Grandsanta continuously picks at him while Malcom focuses on his place as santa. Maybe his mother cares? Margaret obviously loves both her children. But when you're the children of SANTA you kind of have a weird place in the family.

To me I think both Arthur and Steve get pushed around too much by their family. They are two sides to the same coin. Arthur didn't let getting pushed back hinder his view of Christmas. While Steve saw how he was treated and pushed back to try to get noticed.

Anyways, back to the point.

When the child was missed we see more evidence of Malcolm's AND Steve's insecurities.

While Arthur was worries about the child, Steve tried to cover it up. When Malcom heard a child was missed he IMMEDIATELY shifted the blame.

'oh Steven how could you do that?'

Steve pushed back with, 'me? I thought it was YOUR mission!'

'but it was your department'

Things go on and peter points out that they had the best delivery that year. Steve repeated that to his father by saying

'my DEPARTMENT...' basically mirroring his own father's words.

Then you know what Malcom said? 'well done US'

0_0'

That's not even the end of it!

Toward the end, when the other elves realized the missed child they went to Malcom and asked him.

Being faced by this, he says 'go to Steve. He can explain'

An elf points out, 'but aren't you in charge, sir?'

When they get to the HQ

Steve gets frustrated by all the questions because, to him, why DOES one child matter?? That goes back to his childhood. He HONESTLY thought one child didn't matter because back when he was 8 HE didn't matter. HE didn't get a toy under the tree. If you think he did, I want to point you to the fact that usually Santa only gives ONE TOY to each child. The other presents are usually from the parents. Since the North Pole can't give a lot of presents it's possible that they only give their children one toy each so they save material.

STEVE DID NOT GET A TOY WHEN HE WAS 8. That is WHY he was frustrated at everyone freaking out over this random child.

He LITERALLY SAYS IT 'who cares about one single tiny child?'

I'm not apologizing for Steve but I'm just pointing out why it's justified in HIS eyes.

Steve looks and sees Malcom staring at him and immediately his mind goes to 'oh no. I might never get the role if I don't rephrase that and says that he cares. (Which is a lie but go off)

Malcom starts saying how he's worried about Arthur and says

Malcom literally blamed Steve?

STEVE WASN'T EVEN THERE!!! HE WAS IN BED! Steve left Arthur at HQ WITH MALCOM BESIDE HIM

Malcom claiming it was Steve's responsibility to watch Arthur when Arthur is 20-something is proof of how much Steve gets pushed around and expected to take all responsibility of the negative things.

THEN MALCOM SAID THAT FORGETTING THE CHILD WAS STEVE'S DECISION!!! IN FRONT OF ALL THE ELVES!!! Sure Steve said it more but MALCOM AGREED!! also you don't just push your son under the bus just to look good.

This makes Steve crack a bit. 'i don't care anymore. Here's the location of all the important stuff. You take care of it all. Good night SANTA'

He doesn't even say 'dad' he is finished.

Further on Steve runs to the S-1 because it's getting dented and when he sees it's his parents going to deliver the present he gets even more frustrated.

He gets on. Malcom claims that the s-1 is his (even though Steven BUILT the thing)

Then Steve says this:

That's a face of a man tired of being the after thought of his own dad.

He EXPLODES!! He realizes that he will never get anything he was promised.

You can FEEL the emotion and let me just say that when I first watched this movie. This was the moment I realized BOTH Arthur and Steve played second fiddle. When the movie began I thought Steve was going to be the 'perfect oldest sibling' cliche. (Which as an eldest sibling, I think it puts us in a bad light) and seeing the insecurities of Steve here i nearly cried.

Back to the esssy

Steve gets to drive the s-1 and offhandedly comments how the delivery is the only thing that matters to everyone.

All the Santa's get there and Steve says 'it's so not fair' I'm not quite sure why he said that but I assume it's because he wanted to do something that will be looked positively on him. And at the moment Arthur was nearly in the house.

The bike gets delivered (by Arthur) and they end up in the closet to escape. Arthur asks to watch the kids open it from the closet.

Malcom finally realizes just how blinded he was over wanting to stay santa that he never was a dad. He pats both of their backs and says 'back in my day a pat on the back and a walnut went a long way.'

We get this image:

From the look of Arthur and Steve's face (especially Steve's) we can assume they never had any kind of positive touch by Malcom (No hug or anything???) and it surprised Steve!

Gwen (the child) opens the present and says 'santa brought me the bike I wanted'

Malcom examines Arthur and Steve's faces and tells steve

'you deserve to be santa' (because technically he does. He's the eldest and he was trained for it. But he doesn't have the heart for it)

Getting this recognition from his father, Steve gasps and reacts

Lip pursed like he's biting it, and eyes showing that he was about to cry.

He was acknowledged by his dad. He was told he deserves the role and that surprises Steve! Because before that he was only told that by his assistant, peter the elf, and his brother.

Peter is peter. Arthur is Arthur. They both love him and tell him that. But it doesn't faze him because they have no control over the matter.

Malcom then says 'but I wonder if Gwen was right' (meaning: he wonders if Arthur should be santa because of his heart and love for children)

At this point Steve notices Arthur is still watching the child play and realizes that Gwen would not have had a good Christmas if Arthur hadn't have cared so much about one single child. I think he puts himself in Gwen's place and imagines if his father cared about his Christmas like how Arthur did the child's.

He realizes that what Arthur did was more Santa-like then anything he had done that night. He makes a hard decision and gives the figure of Santa he had in his pocket to Arthur.

This is the part that really REALLY touched me. Imagine being promised something and believing that what you were promised was the only way to be acknowledged and loved by others. Then realizing someone else deserved the role more and giving it to them.

You can see that he's unsure about giving it but he knew it was best for the children. So no one would feel like he did when he was a child.

Malcom tells them that they are both good men and they leave.

That is why I honestly feel like Steve is a wonderful character and why the scene where Steve gave his future to his brother really warmed my heart.

And don't worry

He's happy in the end. I believe Arthur gives all the recognition after the missions to his brother because Arthur is kind and generous like that.

#arthur christmas #steve claus #aardman #arthur claus #malcom claus

[a-blue-secret]

GENRES: non-idol au, taegyu are fiances, yeonbin are married, not angsty but sad, but it has a happy ending I promise

PAIRING: taegyu, side of yeonbin

WARNINGS: Descriptions of schizophrenia, Beomgyu is dead before the au begins, Taehyun faints but it's nothing major

WORD COUNT: 7.8k+

A.N.: I understand that mental illness is a sensitive topic. Therefore, I have tried to make my account of it as accurate as possible. If I have gotten anything wrong, please just kindly inform me for the next time I may write something like this. -now on ao3 here-

SUMMARY: “Taehyun, please. All jokes aside. Do you… can you actually see him?” Yeonjun asked seriously.

“What do you mean? Of course. I know my fiance anywhere.”

“Ex-fiance, since he’s dead,” Yeonjun muttered: not bitterly, just in a matter-of-fact way. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Taehyun, do you think Beomgyu may just be, you know, part of your… hallucinations?”

People passed by Taehyun, offering their condolences, smiling sympathetically. He smiled back, slightly confused, but took their condolences in his stride.

"Mr. Kang, I understand you were the fiance of Choi Beomgyu?”

“I- yes, I am,” Taehyun answered the old man, slightly confused. The man’s gaze softened, and he patted Taehyun’s arm reassuringly.

“Choi Beomgyu was a good man. Being here, at his funeral… it reminded me of what a wonderful person he was. I am glad I had the pleasure to teach him and know him, before his untimely passing. My condolences, sir.” The man bowed, smiling at Taehyun as he moved away. Taehyun shook his head, confused. Everyone kept on saying Beomgyu was gone. Gosh, that boy really had tricked so many people.

It was odd, really. Taehyun was sitting at home one minute, peacefully drinking a cup of tea, waiting for Beomgyu to come home, but then the next thing he knew he was standing in a black suit in church, everyone weeping over a mahogany box. He just didn't understand it. Nothing was making sense. Taehyun frowned and rubbed his nose. It all started when that pesky police person turned up at his door one night.

-----

Taehyun opened the door, smiling brightly at the person. "Oh hello! You're one of those…police dudes right?"

"Yes, I-I am. Would you happen to be Kang Taehyun?"

"That would be me. How do you do?"

"I am doing, um, fine thank you very much. May I come in?"

"So you're telling me… Gyu is… what? He's 'passed on'?"

The police officer nodded gravely. "Unfortunately so, sir. We are devastated that it had to happen this way. The other car driver has apologised profusely, says he'll pay whatever compensation you need. I know that you will be devastated by this news, as I understand he was your fiance and to have him go so suddenly-" Taehyun could only stand there as the officer's words washed over him. "-again, our deepest condolences, sir."

Taehyun shook his head. "No. He's not gone."

"I understand that it will be difficult for you to process this-"

"No, you don't understand. He- he can't be gone!" Taehyun looked around, for any piece of evidence that Beomgyu was still alive. Suddenly, his face relaxed into a relieved smile. "You're being silly. He's not gone. He's standing right there!"

"What?”

The officer looked to where Taehyun was pointing, confused. "W-Where?"

Taehyun sighs. Honestly, were they blind? Beomgyu was right there. He could see him standing behind the officer, clear as day. He was going to say so, but then Beomgyu pressed a finger to his lips secretively. Taehyun widened his eyes with understanding. Ah, this must be a prank! They're pranking the officer!

"N-nothing, officer," Taehyun said instead. "I- just my brain playing tricks on me."

The police officer smiles sympathetically. They bow, and head for the door. "My condolences. I'm sure Beomgyu was a great man."

Taehyun smiled and saw the officer out. Once he'd closed the door, he spun around, looking for Beomgyu.

"Darling?" he called. "The police are gone now. You can come out." Beomgyu didn't answer him. Odd. Well, perhaps he was in a tricksy mood today. Taehyun shrugged. "Well, I'm going to bed now. You come up when you're ready." Turning away, he swore he heard Beomgyu's gleeful giggle come from behind him. He turned around, smiling at the sound. "Come on, Gyu," he laughed. "It's late. We should get to bed."

-----

From that day onwards, people that Taehyun and Beomgyu knew would turn up at their doorstep, tear stains on their faces. They'd hand Taehyun gifts, draw him in for big hugs, and even burst into tears. Taehyun didn't quite understand what was going on, but judging from how their friends talked it seemed that Beomgyu had pulled a prank to make everyone believe he had passed away. He accepted the gifts with a slight smile, rubbed their backs when they cried, and allowed himself to be drawn into hugs.

"We'll organise the funeral," Soobin had said tearfully, clutching Taehyun's hands tightly. "We promise to give him the most beautiful send-off. Don't you worry."

Yeonjun had given him kisses on each cheek repeatedly. "Gyu meant so much to us as well. We can only imagine how hard it must be for you."

"We're here for you," Hueningkai had promised. "I know you're probably putting on a brave front for us, but I promise you don't have to. We'll understand if you cry."

Seeing his friends so teary and distraught made Taehyun tear up a little too. Their obviously upset faces made him feel a little guilty about the prank Beomgyu had pulled, so he'd leaned forward confidentially and confessed.

"Guys, it's a prank," he whispered. "Gyu-hyung is still alive. It's all a prank."

His friends had looked at each other in an almost sad way.

"Taehyun-ah," Yeonjun said gently. "Is this… is this how you've been trying to cope?"

Taehyun blinked, confused. "What are you talking about? It is a prank. Beomgyu said so."

Soobin sighed, and wrapped an arm around Taehyun. "It's okay, it's okay. We can't believe it either. There's nothing wrong with trying to imagine he's still here, Taehyun, but it's not healthy. We'll have to accept he's gone."

Taehyun squirmed out of the hug. "No, you don't understand. It is really a prank. I can show you. Beomgyu?" He turned around and called for the elder, walking towards the bottom of the stairs in order for him to yell upstairs. "Darling? Come on, we need to prove to Binnie-hyung and the others that it's a prank. Beomgyu? Come on!”

Soobin walked up to Taehyun and attempted to wrap his arms around him again. "It's okay to be in denial, Taehyun."

"He's just being temperamental," Taehyun explained. "I didn't give him a good morning kiss this morning, so he's grumpy." Taehyun frowned. "Although to be fair, he'd woken up before me and decided he wanted to play hide and seek. So it's not really my fault I didn't have time to give him a kiss."

Soobin looked over at Yeonjun and Hueningkai, who had walked over to join them.

"Babe, he's really in denial," Soobin said to Yeonjun. The eldest simply sighed.

"Look, Taehyun. We'll organise the funeral. Heck, we'll pay for everything, even the gravestone. Okay? It's okay to cry over it. It's okay."

Taehyun looked at him, confused. They really didn't get it, huh? "... Sure. You can do that. But trust me, Gyu'll reveal it's a prank soon enough, so don't actually spend money."

Hueningkai's eyes had welled up, and he suddenly snatched Taehyun out of Soobin's grip and pulled him into a big hug of his own.

"It's okay to be scared, Taehyunie," Hueningkai whispered. "We'll be here for you."

Taehyun didn't know what to say to that. He patted Hueningkai's back comfortingly, letting himself be hugged. "Thanks, Hyuka."

Hueningkai leaned back, but kept his hands on Taehyun's shoulders, looking at him with wet eyes. He smiled through tears. "It'll be okay," he said, nodding as if to convince himself. "It'll be okay."

-----

That all happened three weeks ago. Now, Taehyun was getting ready to go to church for a special service. Yeonjun had told him to wear all black and, from that piece of information, he gathered there was a funeral of some sort taking place.

"I just don't understand," Taehyun said conversationally as he fixed his black suit. "We're going to church, and we're wearing black. Who do you think died?"

Beomgyu shrugged.

"Maybe one of Kai's distant relatives? The ones in Hawaii somewhere?" Taehyun carried on. "Can’t be someone we know personally, because then I’d be more upset. Maybe he's bringing us along for moral support."

Taehyun glanced at Beomgyu through the mirror. "Darling? Won't you get dressed?”

Beomgyu stared blankly back at him, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Taehyun sighed. "I'm not sure what I did wrong this time, hyung." He turned around, but Beomgyu had disappeared again. Taehyun frowned. “How do you keep doing that?” he asked, turning around in circles. “Gyu? Beomgyu, darling please, we need to go soon.”

Suddenly, Beomgyu was standing right next to him. Taehyun jumped, and Beomgyu stifled a giggle from behind his hand. Taehyun rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Come on, you,” he said. Then he frowned. “Aren’t you going to wear black?” He shrugged, face clearing. “Oh well. The invitation didn’t specify, so it’s okay. Let’s go then, eh?”

-----

It was the aftermath of the service. Everyone had stayed in the church to have drinks and converse with others, reminiscing about the person who had died.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Taehyun said. "Beomgyu is not dead."

Yeonjun set down his glass, turning to Taehyun with a serious expression. "Okay, stop it. This is getting serious now. We were literally just at his funeral service, and watched him being lowered into a grave. I don't know why you think he's still alive."

"Because he is. Look, he's right there-"

He’s not here! No, you look at me! The only part of him that’s here is his body, and that’s in a coffin!” Yeonjun lashed, finally losing his cool. "He's not here, okay? Stop!" He looked up at the ceiling and blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the tears. Just as soon as he’d erupted, Yeonjun calmed himself as quickly. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Taehyun again, who was watching him carefully after the sudden outburst. "Tell me honestly, Taehyun. Do you really believe he's still alive? And think, actually think before you answer.”

To his credit, Taehyun really did stop and think. Did he believe Beomgyu was alive? Well, yes. He did. But… was there much evidence to show that he was? Other than his random appearances around the house, Taehyun wasn’t sure.

“I… I don’t know,” Taehyun said in a small, confused voice. “He has to be, right? Yeah, because he’s over there.” The apprehension cleared from his face when he saw Beomgyu waving from the other side of the garden. Yeonjun turned around, trying to spot what Taehyun was staring at. When he couldn’t find it, he turned back around to face the blond.

“Taehyun, please. All jokes aside. Do you… can you actually see him?” Yeonjun asked seriously.

“What do you mean? Of course. I know my fiance anywhere.”

“Ex-fiance, since he’s dead,” Yeonjun muttered: not bitterly, just in a matter-of-fact way. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Taehyun, do you think Beomgyu may just be, you know, part of your… hallucinations?”

“What do you mean?” Taehyun scoffed. “I don’t hallucinate, hyung.”

“But you think you can see him, can’t you? Even think you can hear him. One minute he’s there, but the next minute he’s disappeared. Right? That’s what has been happening, isn’t it?”

“O-oh,” Taehyun faltered. Beomgyu had been doing that a lot recently, now that he thought about it. “He’s just really fast, you know that hyung,” Taehyun dismissed.

Yeonjun looked unconvinced. “Okay, when was the last time you actually touched him?”

“That’s a silly question, not a day goes by where Beomgyu doesn’t…” Taehyun trailed off. When was the last time they’d actually had skin-to-skin contact? Taehyun can’t remember. “Anyway hyung, what’s your point?”

“I did some research,” Yeonjun said solemnly, spotting Soobin and Hueningkai and waving them over. “Last time we visited you, and you kept saying you could see Beomgyu. I did some research and from what I found, and what you’ve told me just now, I think you might… you might…” Yeonjun struggled to form his next words. It was heartbreaking to think that one of his closest friends might be suffering from any sort of mental disorder. Soobin rubbed his back comfortingly, encouraging Yeonjun to carry on. “I think you might have… schizophrenia.”

Taehyun stared at Yeonjun in horror and fear. “No, no no… I don’t. I’m not sick.”

“We don't know for sure, though,” Soobin added, in an attempt to calm Taehyun down. “We’ll need to go to a doctor for them to properly diagnose you.”

“I don't- I don't want to go to a doctor. I’m not sick, I swear!”

“You don’t have to. I visited the doctor’s a few days ago, described your general behaviours… they said it’s likely that you are.” Yeonjun gulped nervously.

He hated seeing Taehyun look so fearful and stressed, and evidently Hueningkai did as well, for he attempted to hug Taehyun. “They said they’ll treat you, but you have to agree to the medication before they can help you.”

Taehyun pushed Hueningkai off, shaking his head. “I’m not sick. I’m not.”

“Hyunnie, please,” Hueningkai begged, holding onto Taehyun’s arms. “Think. You haven’t truly seen Beomgyu-hyung for weeks. Just random appearances of him, right? That’s because of the… the sickness. He’s not actually here. He hasn’t actually been here for about a month now. Please. Let the doctors treat you. We can’t… I can’t… afford to lose my best friend.”

Taehyun’s eyes glazed over. He sat, silent, before suddenly snapping his gaze back to Hueningkai. “You’re saying… Beomgyu has actually died?”

The younger boy nodded, eyes desperate. “Yes, and your hallucinations aren’t healthy so please-”

“So it wasn’t a prank? He’s actually gone?”

“I mean, yes, that’s why we had a funeral-”

“And he’s left me? All alone?” Taehyun’s eyes welled up, as his gaze moved from Hueningkai’s face to the other side of the garden. Beomgyu was no longer there.

“N-no, Taehyunnie, you still have us,” Hueningkai desperately tried to explain. “You're not alone. We can help you- oh my god!”

Taehyun’s knees had buckled, and he suddenly fell against Hueningkai. His eyes blinked shut, dark eyelashes lying in stark contrast to his paper-white face.

“Hyungs, help,” Hueningkai whimpered to Yeonjun and Soobin, who had just been standing there in shock. Yeonjun immediately sprang into action.

“Babe, lift up his legs,” he instructed. “If you do that, I can pick him up. Hueningkai, run to the car and open it. We’re going to have to take him home.”

-----

After his fainting at the funeral reception, Taehyun’s friends had taken to moving in with him for an extended amount of time.

“There’s no way we’re leaving you alone,” Soobin had stated firmly when Taehyun had tried to protest. “It’s not safe. No space? Come on, Taehyun, this house is ridiculously large, even when it was for you and Beomgyu. There’s enough space for the four of us to be here together. We’re not going to leave.”

And when Taehyun had asked why they were staying, Hueningkai had answered with a determined tone. “Because we don’t want to lose another friend.”

Their overprotectiveness carried on for several weeks. One of them would always be home to keep Taehyun company, and they’d constantly let him know that he could talk to them whenever they wanted. They'd assign themselves to be his talk-buddies every few days, and would stick to him like glue until it was someone else's turn to be the talk-buddy.

At the beginning, Taehyun didn’t want to accept that he was potentially a schizophrenic. But, after seeing Beomgyu disappear from where he was standing one too many times, he’d finally broken down and accepted that the love of his life really had gone.

That week had been absolutely miserable for everyone in the house. Taehyun would scream, throw things, and then suddenly dissolve into tears at the most random times. Then came the period where all the emotion seemed to have been sucked out of him, and he’d wandered around the house, as listless as a ghost. Soobin, Yeonjun and Hueningkai begged him to accept treatment, but every time he still refused. Two months after Beomgyu’s death, Taehyun's condition was worse than ever.

His friends couldn't get him to talk, to sleep, to eat. He would randomly appear in doorways, before abruptly leaving. He didn't smile, didn't cry, didn't say a word. Once, Soobin found Taehyun sitting in the middle of his room, staring at the wall. He'd tried to get the younger to go to bed, but Taehyun just shook his head and resumed glaring at the white structure. In the mornings, his hyung would smile and offer him food, even though they knew full well he'd only have a tiny bite before not touching it again. They still tried to pretend everything was fine.

His friends tip-toed around the subject of how emotionless Taehyun was being, pretending everything was still going okay. But there was only so long they could pretend.

-----

One day, Yeonjun snapped. He was tired of seeing his friend wander aimlessly about the house, devoid of any emotion. That day had been particularly stressful, since Taehyun hadn’t slept for the past few days and even refused to eat anything for breakfast or lunch. It was only after copious amounts of coaxing and wheedling that Hueningkai had managed to convince Taehyun to eat some fruit.

Yeonjun slammed his hands down on the table, where Taehyun was meekly picking at some strawberries. The boy flinched, but didn’t lift his eyes from the seed-studded fruit.

“Taehyun. Let me book you an appointment.”

“No.”

Yeonjun sucked in a breath. He wasn’t expecting such an abrupt answer. He tried again.

“Come on, Hyun, you’re obviously not getting any better.”

“No.” Taehyun’s hands clutched the fork tight, fist trembling from the pressure.

"Taehyun, look at you! You're like a ghost. If you get treated, it'll get better, I promise."

"Yeonjun," Taehyun said quietly- too quietly, as Yeonjun didn't hear him and carried on.

"Just, accept the treatment. Please. Let them make you better. You're wasting away by refusing help. Look! You're so thin, your skin is literally like paper, and you can barely eat. Come on."

Taehyun let the fork clatter out of his hands and into the bowl. He looked up, and Yeonjun startled when he realised his eyes were brimming with tears.

“Taehyun, please, just let us help you-”

“I said no, hyung. Stop pressuring me! Please, just leave.” The tears were now pouring out of his eyes, thick and fast.

Yeonjun frowned worriedly. “I- this is not healthy. Let me call the hosp-”

“No, don’t,” Taehyun sobbed, hands pressed firmly against his eyes to try and stem the furious flow of his tears. “I- I don’t want them.”

Yeonjun tried again. “Taehyun-”

Soobin and Hueningkai suddenly ran into the room. Soobin and put up a hand, effectively silencing Yeonjun. “Hyung, stop.” Then he turned to Taehyun, placing a hand on his shaking shoulder. “It’s okay, Taehyun. You just come to us when you’re ready.” He nodded to Hueningkai. “Hyuka, stay with him. Make sure he’s okay.”

Soobin took Yeonjun out of the room, and stared at him disapprovingly. Yeonjun stared back at him, then realised what he’d just done. Soobin pinched the bridge of his nose.

He began, “Hyung-”

“I know, I know,” Yeonjun sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I shouldn’t have forced it upon him like that.” He lightly slapped his cheek. "That was stupid of me. I was so, so dumb. And senseless. I should have realised how stressed he was getting by me going on like that. Oh… I feel really bad now."

Soobin sighed too. “I know you mean well, hyung. But that really wasn't the right way to go about talking to him at all." Yeonjun hung his head as Soobin stared him down. Soobin carried on, "There’s no point in forcing him to accept treatment. His condition isn’t life-threatening at the moment, so there’s no hurry.”

“But there is hurry, Binnie,” Yeonjun said, looking up and holding both of Soobin’s hands in his own. “It… It breaks my heart to see Taehyun like this. He’s not like himself. And his condition could turn life-threatening at any moment, Soobin. You know that.”

“It breaks my heart to see him like this as well, hyung,” Soobin said softly, drawing Yeonjun in for a hug. “But yelling at him to accept help isn’t going to make things any better.”

“I know,” came Yeonjun’s muffled voice. There was silence for a bit, then he spoke again. “So would it be best to leave him alone?”

“I think that’s the best option we have right now, hyung,” Soobin replied. “Hueningkai’s gonna be his talk-buddy for the next few days. Who knows? Maybe he’ll find a way to convince Taehyun to get treated.”

-----

Meanwhile, Hueningkai silently handed Taehyun tissues as the blond cried. He didn't say anything, and just sat by Taehyun, not uttering a word. Every time Taehyun used up a tissue, Hueningkai would tear another one out of the box and offer it to him.

“Do you think I’m sick, Hyuka?” Taehyun mumbled, blowing his nose on yet another tissue Hueningkai had given him. The younger boy sat there thoughtfully, watching as Taehyun took another tissue to dab at his red eyes.

“I don’t know, Taehyunnie,” he said at last. “Sure, you think you can see Beomgyu-hyung, and you’ve shown no emotions over the past week, and yeah, maybe that’s not normal. But then again, no one is normal, so perhaps it’s not that bad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s a bit off their rocker in one way or another, and you just happen to be able to see Beomgyu. It’s okay.”

Through teary eyes, Taehyun looked up at Hueningkai and smiled. He patted the younger’s hand. “When did you become so wise?”

Hueningkai smiled sadly at Taehyun. “When I had to watch my smartest friend be reduced to nothing but a shell of what they once were.” He placed his hand on top of Taehyun’s, and smiled just a little bit brighter. “But it’s okay! Becoming wise is part of growing up, isn’t it? And people change. That's a given in life. Now, let’s not talk about such depressing matters. Do you have any games in your house? ‘Cause I’ve been searching for weeks and all I found were these playing cards.”

Taehyun grinned at his best friend, the tears now drying around his eyes. “Wait, let me show you a trick with the cards first.”

-----

When Soobin had been his buddy, there’d been an uncomfortable air of ‘must protect Taehyun from himself at all costs’. There’d been a lot of soft conversations, with concerned glances and quiet offers of help. Yeah, it had made him feel comforted that he knew Soobin would be there for him, but it also made him frustrated at how he was being treated like a sick little child.

When Yeonjun had been his buddy, Taehyun suddenly became stressed all the time. Yeonjun always had a big presence. One couldn’t help but notice him. And with all of his attention on Taehyun, it made him feel uncomfortable in his own skin. This wasn’t Yeonjun’s fault- he couldn’t help being the way he was- but it still had Taehyun feel on edge for the whole time Yeonjun had been his buddy.

With Hueningkai as his buddy… those days were probably the most normal Taehyun felt since the police came to his door. They’d just talk about silly things, like what would happen if the world turned into food overnight, or theorised about whether there really were such thing as aliens. They laughed and joked and went about their day as if everything was fine. That was one of the things which made Taehyun appreciate Hueningkai so much. He was gentle and kind but also excitable and fun. He didn’t push Taehyun to talk about things that he didn’t want to, instead opting to let Taehyun talk when he was ready. And that day came.

“Hueningkai,” Taehyun said hesitantly as the younger sat down beside him on the sofa.

“Yeah?” Hueningkai handed Taehyun a cookie, stuffing one in his mouth as well. He accepted it, but just stared at it in his hands.

“I just… I want to say thank you, for not forcing me to talk about the… sickness. When I was with Yeonjun-hyung, and Soobin-hyung, they never mentioned it, but the implications of it always hung in the air. You never, ever treated me differently. You even pretended it didn't exist, and I'm thankful for that."

Hueningkai smiled, swallowing the mouthful of biscuit he'd had. "I knew you'd feel either resentful or frustrated or annoyed if you were treated differently. That's why I decided it'd be best just to talk to you as Kang Taehyun, my best friend who I’ve known for years.."

"I'm really grateful you did," Taehyun said earnestly. "And while I appreciate it, I think we might also need to talk about my… condition."

Instead of looking worried or annoyed, Hueningkai just nodded in agreement. "Definitely. While it's good to interact normally, we still need to address the things which are definitely not normal." Hueningkai pointed to the cookie which Taehyun was still holding in his hands. “You gonna eat that?” Taehyun responded by taking a huge bite out of the treat, causing both of them to giggle slightly. Then Hueningkai’s face grew serious, which made Taehyun just a little bit nervous.

“Wait,” Taehyun said. “Can we- can we ease into the subject please? It’s kind of scary to straight away talk about what might be wrong with me.”

Hueningkai nodded understandingly. “Of course.” He hummed, twiddling his fingers as he thought of a topic to talk about. “Ah! I realised that we haven’t really talked about Beomgyu-hyung much. Even at his funeral, we didn’t talk about him.”

Taehyun looked around, nibbling on his cookie apprehensively. “You have tissues ready right?”

Hueningkai patted the box on top of the coffee table. “Right here,” he assured Taehyun. “So, why don’t we talk about the last time we spoke to hyung?”

Taehyun missed the cookie and accidentally bit down on his own fingers. He winced and set it down, sucking on his sore fingers. “I don't remember the last time I spoke to hyung. No wait, I do. It was… it was the day the police officer came to the door.”

Taehyun smiled a little, remembering Beomgyu’s bright, beaming face. “You know how during our lunch breaks the five of us would always meet up to talk? That day, Beomgyu and I had a date. Just a simple one, a quick coffee date in one of the cafes near his workplace. I remember how sunny it was that day, and while I’d complained about the brightness, the whole time I couldn’t stop staring at his face. The sun bathed him in a golden glow, and he looked absolutely beautiful.” Tears pooled into his eyes as he remembered that day. “I remember thinking how lucky I was to have him, and hoping that he’d never disappear.” Taehyun sadly took another bite out of his cookie as a few tears escaped the corners of his clenched eyes. “That thought aged well, didn’t it?” he said bitterly. Hueningkai rubbed his thigh comfortingly.

“It’s okay, Taehyunie,” he said. “It hurts, but it’s better to hurt together than alone.”

Taehyun sniffled, accepting a tissue that Hueningkai offered him. “We talked about the usual fiance things. Wedding plannings, honeymoon plannings, jokes and the simple things in life. At the time, it felt trivial, insignificant- it was just another date out of the many more we thought we’d had.” The tears came faster, and Hueningkai hurriedly handed Taehyun a bunch of tissues. “And then at the end of our lunch break, we parted ways, saying what we always said- ‘I love you, see you soon’.” Taehyun had to stop talking for a few seconds, and close his eyes against the sudden onslaught of memories. The emotions were overwhelming him; a lump was forming in his throat that he just couldn’t will away.

Remembering Beomgyu’s smiling face as he’d bid Taehyun goodbye made his heart ache. He realised just how much he missed Beomgyu- the real Beomgyu, not the ones out of his hallucinations. Taking deep breaths, he opened his eyes again.

“So yeah, that was the last time I saw him. You know how I always end work earlier than Beomgyu, so I was waiting for him to come home when… when it happened.”

Hueningkai smiled reassuringly. “At least your last memory of him was happy, wasn’t it?”

Taehyun dabbed at his eyes. “I suppose so. Why? Is your last memory of him not happy?”

“Oh, no, it is. But it’s also not-so-happy at the same time.”

When Taehyun tilted his head in confusion, Hueningkai explained. “The last time we spoke was over text. A few light conversations, jokes. He said he and I should meet up sometime. It’d been ages since we’d talked, one-on-one. We’d agreed to go get ice cream together, hang out at the park next to our old school.” Hueningkai smiled a bittersweet smile. “The day we’d planned the hangout was the day after the accident.”

Taehyun felt himself tear up on Hueningkai’s behalf. “Oh… hyung was excited for that as well. He told me how much he was looking forward to hanging out with his favourite dongsaeng. That’s… that’s a real shame, Hyuka.”

“Yeah, well,” Hueningkai shrugged, attempting to mask the sadness. “Fate is nothing but cruel, right?” He looked up at Taehyun, smiling a wobbly smile. “It’s fine. I just can’t imagine how awful it must have been for you, though.”

Taehyun peered back at him worriedly. He placed a hand on top of Hueningkai’s, and spoke in a soft tone.

“It’s okay to show how you really feel, Kai. It’s okay. Don’t pretend you’re fine when you’re really not. I can see how much you’re hurting inside. You don’t have to hide it.”

Even though Taehyun was the one who was supposed to be mentally unstable, the one who was supposed to need someone to support and take care of him, here he was, offering his own support to his friend, because he saw how much he needed it. He smiled reassuringly. “I’m here for you."

Hueningkai had always been a gentle soul. Gentle, compassionate, and kind. He was also delicate. No, he wasn’t fragile- he wasn’t one of those easy-to-break people, but he was just more delicately built compared to others. Losing one of his dearest hyungs, and almost losing his best friend too… well, it was enough to test even the mental wellbeing of someone as strong as Yeonjun. Poor Hueningkai had had to grow up too fast. He’d had to watch as his little, perfect world suddenly crumbled, and had had to hastily cover his own delicate heart in order to try and fix the broken hearts of his friends.

Those five, small words, those five, tiny syllables, were enough to expose Hueningkai’s delicate heart. Yes, he’d cried the day they’d turned up at Taehyun’s door after hearing the news, but that had been about it. He hadn’t been able to cry after that.

Now, he cried with his whole heart. His whole, gentle, loving heart. He cried for his hyung, who would never live a full life; he cried for his hyung’s family, who would never see their son grow old; he cried for his friends, who would never be able to hear Beomgyu’s bright laugh again; and then he finally cried for himself. He cried because he’d never hear his hyung’s comforting voice, never hear his thoughtful words, never see his fingers dance across the guitar strings, never feel his comforting presence in the world.

He cried, poured out all his sadness and grief over the loss of Beomgyu into his tears. He let go of all the pain and devastation he’d experienced from the news of his hyung’s death. He cried because he missed Beomgyu, missed his sunshine-y hyung who would never again grace the earth with his smile. All throughout his tears, all throughout this, Taehyun hugged him close.

Taehyun hugged him tight, wrapping his arms around Hueningkai, holding him as his shoulders shook with the force of his tears.

“Shh… shh… it’s okay, Hyuka. Cry as much as you want. Let it all out,” Taehyun murmured softly, rubbing Hueningkai’s back. “You’ve been so brave. It’s okay. Shh…”

The sobs wracked his body, and Hueningkai cried so forcefully that he had trouble breathing for a few moments.

“I- I shou-ldn’t be cry-crying so mu-uch,” Hueningkai sobbed into Taehyun’s embrace. “Y-you had to su-ffer wo-orse than m-me.”

“Nonsense,” Taehyun said gently. “You were his friend too. You’re allowed to cry for his death.”

“B-ut you-ou h-had i-it so mu-uch worse,” Hueningkai hiccuped. “A-and you ne-ever cri-ed like thi-this.”

“Maybe not, but I have my sickness, don’t I?”

Hueningkai just cried harder. “I-I feel so-o sorry fo-for you, Tae-Taehyunie.”

“Shh… It’s okay, Huening-ah. It’s okay.”

They stayed like that for another half an hour or so, until Hueningkai’s tears had slowed a little.

“I didn’t- I didn’t know how badly you felt,” Taehyun said worriedly as he handed Hueningkai the tissue box. “I should have noticed.”

“ ‘s not your fault, Taehyun,” Hueningkai sniffled, blowing his nose. “You had too much on your plate already.”

“My plate is never too full to look after the happiness of my best friend,” Taehyun replied. Hueningkai just shook his head, smiling.

"You're too caring," he said jokingly. Then his tone grew serious. "Come on, you should focus on yourself."

Taehyun swallowed. "Can I… can I confess something? Promise you won't tell hyungs?"

"Of course."

"I- I'm scared of the treatment. I never thought of myself as mentally unwell before, and now being told I'm sick and need to be fixed? It's scary."

Hueningkai took the half-eaten cookie out of Taehyun’s hands and set it down on the table. “It’s completely understandable to feel scared. It’s okay.” He wrapped his hands around Taehyun’s, gently, to try and soothe their trembling.

“Look,” Hueningkai said. “I’m going to be honest as well. I really don’t… care if you accept treatment or not. Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice for you to be back to your normal self again, but if it scares and worries you that much, it’s okay. We’ll support you whatever you choose to do.” He smiled, holding Taehyun’s hands tight. “Your happiness is the most important thing. Whether you’re sane or not? Pssh. We’re all a little crazy. It’s okay.”

Taehyun began to tear up again, but this time it was out of happiness, not sadness. “Thank you, Hyuka. I- just thank you.”

“Any time, Taehyunie. Any time.” Hueningkai smiled. He squeezed Taehyun’s hands a little. “But seriously though, it would really benefit you if you let yourself be treated.”

“I know. I know.” Taehyun took in a deep breath. “Actually, what I wanted to tell you was that… I decided I was going to accept treatment.” He exhaled. The words, when he’d tried to say them before, had stuck in his throat and built up an enormous pressure inside his chest. But now, after he’d actually said them, he realised it wasn’t really that big of a deal. The words which had worried at his mind for days were, he found, simple and almost relieving to say.

It was a simple thing, saying the words, but the promise was so much bigger. It was a promise of, 'I will become stronger', a promise to overcome what had been a dark, hard time in Taehyun's life.

It was with that confession: those tiny, tiny words with their big, big meanings- it was at that time, that Taehyun began to heal.

-----

Life after that seemed to become so much brighter. The dark cloud of stress and worry and fear that had hovered over their lives lessened. When Taehyun had told Yeonjun and Soobin (with Hueningkai there to encourage him), it would be a lie to say that the two eldest hadn't broken down into tears. Tears of happiness and relief, of course.

The road to recovery wasn’t smooth, though. Taehyun knew this. But, for Beomgyu, he’d endure everything- all the pain, all the tears, all the frustration- because he knew the elder would want nothing more than for Taehyun to be well.

Sometimes everything went fine. Taehyun was going to therapy, and had weekly visits from a social worker who came to have tea and chat. They were pleasant; he was never pressed too much to talk about things, and at times they seemed to even like how he'd stay silent. He had his friends, as well. They supported Taehyun every step of the way, reminding him each day that he had them, and he wasn't alone. He had them, and they would never leave.

Sometimes though, the coddling and gentleness became too frustrating to bear.

If Taehyun's patience had been worn thin by the counsellor's patronising tone, he'd lose his cool and start yelling at them. If the social worker attempted to make him drink that weird herbal tea one too many times, he'd storm out of the room in a flare of his temper. If Soobin tried to get him to eat on a day when the medicine's side effects were particularly harsh, he'd snap and push away his friends out of anger.

Other times, when it was really, really terrible and he just couldn't take it anymore, Taehyun would beg his friends to not make him go to therapy. He'd fall against them, tears staining his cheeks, begging them not to make him go back, because I hate it, please, don't make me go, please, please I hate it, I hate it so much, please. Soobin would look at Yeonjun and Hueningkai, sigh, but say nothing. The next counselling session, however, Taehyun would always clamber into Yeonjun's car with a sullen face, neither resisting treatment nor willing to eagerly participate in it. And then the cycle would repeat.

It was a hard process. But still, Taehyun's friends stuck by him, and it was probably due to their support that Taehyun managed to heal. And three years after Beomgyu's death, he was better. Not completely the same as he'd been before the life-changing day, but better than he had been for a long time.

"Kai!" Taehyun laughed, hitting the younger. "Don't sneak up on me! You know the last time Soobin-hyung did that, I almost poked his eyes out with the brush!"

Taehyun's friends had never really moved out of his home. In a way, Taehyun was grateful that they stayed. It would have been lonely to be in the big house all alone. It was three years after Beomgyu's death, and life had gone on. Sure, it hurt at first, but the sharp stab of pain eventually numbed to a dull, throbbing ache. It would never go away, because their memory of Beomgyu could never go away, but they learned to live with it.

Hueningkai stuck his tongue out. Taehyun tutted. "You're 25 now, yet you still continue to act like a child? This is exactly why Yeonjun-hyung won't let you drive round his car when you ask him to."

"Hmph! Like he let's you drive it around!"

"You know it's because he's afraid I'll have another hallucination and crash the car. You, on the other hand, are just a walking disaster."

"Hey! I'm 25 you know!"

"Yeah, but you're still 15 at heart."

Hueningkai grinned. "Yeah, and so are you." He looked around, spotting at the half-painted canvas propped up on the other side of the art studio. "Another painting of Beomgyu, I see?"

Taehyun covered the painting with the black cloth. "Oh, shut up. He was my fiance, I'm allowed to paint him. Besides, it's actually a painting of all of us. It's not finished yet."

"Aren't you glad they recommend art therapy to you? Yet another good thing that came out of those sessions."

"Yes, because pushing a brush along a canvas saved my life," Taehyun stated sarcastically.

"Yeah well, it did, didn't it?"

"...Okay yeah, but that's not the point!"

Ever since his counsellor had mentioned art therapy to help him heal, Taehyun hadn't stopped painting, even after his treatment ended. He found that expressing his feelings through colours and paints helped relieve him from all his stress and worries. At first, though his understanding of shades and tones were not the best, he persevered and now looked proudly at all the canvases of his work displayed all over the rooms of the house. They were far from what someone like Picasso or Turner could do, but they were his own work and in his opinion they were perfect masterpieces.

"Anyway," he said, smiling at Kai. "Was there anything you needed?"

"Nah, just wanted to bother you." Hueningkai cackled as Taehyun jabbed him with the end of a paintbrush.

"You- annoying- brat!" Taehyun said, punctuating every word with a jab at Hueningkai's abdomen. "Go! Shoo! This painting needs to be finished in time for Beomgyu-hyung’s death anniversary!"

"Okay, okay," Hueningkai laughed, retreating. "I'm going! Oh, hi Yeonjun-hyung. Yes, Taehyun! I'm going!" Yeonjun was leaning against the doorway, smiling at the two bickering 25 year-olds. 

"Hey Taehyun," he said, walking in and ruffling the other's hair. "How're you doing?"Taehyun looked at him strangely. 

"You ask me that like we literally do not live together."

"Ouch," Yeonjun laughed, putting his hands into his pockets. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to visit Gyu's grave. His death anniversary is coming up, and I can drive you there if you want."

"Oh, I thought you were taking Soobin on another date," Taehyun said, blinking innocently up at Yeonjun.

"Soobin is visiting his parents and has been away for the past three days. You know that," Yeonjun scolded, flicking Taehyun's forehead playfully. "So do you want me to take you or not?"

"Yes please," Taehyun said, standing up and wiping his hands on his apron. "I'll go get dressed into something more presentable."

"Don't be too long!" Yeonjun called. "It's getting dark earlier than usual since it's winter, and we should go there before the sun goes down."

-----

They reached the cemetery as the sun was low in the sky, bruising the sky with its gentle blue hue. As Taehyun undid his seatbelt, he noticed that Yeonjun wasn't coming out.

"Hmm? Hyung, aren't you coming?"

"I- I came yesterday." Yeonjun said shortly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. Taehyun's heart melted with sympathy. Even after all these years, it seemed Yeonjun was still hurt. He patted the elder's hand.

"It's okay, hyung. I'll go then."

"Don't be too long!" Yeonjun called after him. Taehyun gave him a thumbs up without looking back.

Hands deep inside his coat pockets, he trudged along the snow-edged paths. When he reached Beomgyu's gravestone, he buried his cold nose deeper into his scarf and sighed. He leaned down to touch the cold granite. Gently, he traced the carved letters, smiling to himself.

"Oh, Beomgyu," he said aloud to the chilly winter air. "You were too young to die." Before, the words would have been said with devastating hopelessness. Now, Taehyun uttered them with a joking smile on his face, only a hint of sadness tainting the edges of his lips. A breeze whipped itself through Taehyun's hair and he looked up to see Beomgyu standing there.He startled a little, taking an involuntary step back. It had been a while since he'd last had a hallucination. 

The figure smiled, and silently looked at Taehyun. The younger was unfazed by the hallucination- he knew how to deal with them now. But at that moment, he decided it would be nice to talk to Beomgyu - even if this Beomgyu was just a figment of his imagination - one last time.

"It's been ages, hasn't it, Gyu?" Taehyun said, looking back down at the gravestone. Beomgyu looked sadly down at it as well. Taehyun swallowed, and raised his eyes. "... I miss you."Beomgyu smiled a little forlornly, and reached over to pat Taehyun's shoulder.Taehyun carried on, "During the early days, I couldn't even properly mourn because of my illness. And then, I couldn't visit your grave for ages because they said it might trigger the hallucinations to come again." He chuckled. "Guess they were right. This is the first 'vision' I've had in ages, did you know that hyung?" Beomgyu's eyes sparkled as he gazed at the younger. "Anyway, it was only really a few months ago that everything became sort of normal."

Taehyun kicked at the snow. "And I miss you, hyung. I really miss you." He looked up to find Beomgyu giving him a fond look. He smiled back. "But you know. In a garden, one always picks the most beautiful flowers first, right? And besides, I'm doing okay now. I miss you still, so much, but life is full of ups and downs. This was a really big down, but you know…everything happens for the better or worse, and we just have to deal with it.”They stood there in silence, both of them looking down at the gravestone.

"I just- I can't believe that you're really gone," Taehyun said to himself, feeling tears build up behind his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, taking a few breaths before smiling at Beomgyu.

"I shouldn't cry," he said, trying to laugh a little. "I came here to say goodbye, after all." He nudged Beomgyu. "And I know you never liked goodbyes to be sad."

More silence swept through the cemetery, and this time it was a heavier one. The sky was growing darker, and Taehyun knew he'd have to say goodbye. He was reluctant to say the first farewell, and this must have been evident on his face. The elder turned to him and gently touched his nose to Taehyun's. Beomgyu's eyes were sympathetic and kind, with a look of 'it's time' in them. I love you, Taehyun darling. 

Taehyun sighed, knowing the time had come. He stood up on his tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss onto Beomgyu's dark hair.

"I love you too, darling. Always," he murmured. Then he closed his eyes and squeezed his fists tight so his nails dug into his palms, just like the psychiatrist had taught him to. When he opened his eyes, Beomgyu was gone. And yet, it didn't hurt Taehyun's heart as much as it used to, when he first saw Beomgyu disappear. He knew that the elder was still with him, inside his heart.Taehyun gazed at the granite engraving of his love's name, before turning around and walking away. 

He looked up towards the sky, and sent his thanks to any god that may be out there. He thanked them for letting him have Beomgyu in his life, because, although he may not have had him forever, the moments they shared would be treasured by him until the end of time.

Blue hour faded as Taehyun walked out of the cemetery, and while his eyes were heavy with unshed tears, his heart was light with happiness- and love.

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[iammultifandomaf]

Once a Leader, Always a Leader

Fanfiction: Swee Home Netflix

Chapter 5 - I AM BACK

Luckily, they haven't encountered any monsters inside and quickly gathered everything they could fit into their van. As they walked out, they overheard a monstrous voice screaming, however it wasn't the one that belonged to Eun-Hyuk.

"We should get out of here," Ji-Su said and hastily opened the back door of the van, putting in everything she and Eun-Yu found in the gas station shop.

"We still need to put the gas in," Eun-Yu said nervously, as the monstrous noises closed in. Ji-Su tried to pick up the canister but a stabbing pain in her stomach stopped her. "God, you have to pick it up, I can't." Eun-Yu didn't talk back and did as instructed, her previous confidence withering away with the terrifying sound nearing onto them.

As soon as she was done, Ji-Su climbed back into the van behind the steering wheel and Eun-Yu sat down next to her.

Before Ji-Su was able to start the engine, however, a creature that comprised only out of legs and thousands of eyes landed in front of them.

"Fuck, start the fucking car!" Eun-Yu screamed at Ji-Su who did exactly as she said and was about to step on the gas paddle, however something fell directly onto that monster in front of them which created a wave of wind gushing to all directions.

Both Ji-Su and Eun-Yu tried to make out what was happening in front of them and suddenly both of them realized...

"He made it," Ji-Su whispered in astonishment. They watched the familiar-looking monster dig his claws into the monster underneath him, eliminating it. Eun-Hyuk, then, straightened his back and looked straight into the van.

"What the hell is he wearing?" Hye-In finally couraged up to look, too. Eun-Hyuk had only some piece of dirty cloth wrapped around his lower body, not really offering him any proper coverage. Eun-Yu opened the door and angrily made her way to Eun-Hyuk.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?!" she started yelling at him as he watched her with that smile again.

"Don't you give me that face of yours, I hate it. I told you that if-" Eun-Yu couldn't finish her sentence because her brother leaned down, putting his hand under her armpits and raised her to his eye-level.

"I am sorry, Eun-Yu," he said softly and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her.

"Let me the fuck go, I am angry at you!" she said, now in a less agitated voice, letting Eun-Hyuk hug her. Her eyes again produced a waterfall of tears which she wanted to hide.

"What happened there?" Ji-Su asked after she got out of the van. Eun-Hyuk still held his sister in his arms as he came closer to Ji-Su and only set Eun-Yu down when he was right in front of Ji-Su. Eun-Yu immediately crossed her arms on her chest and looked away.

"I'll tell you everything," he said and grabbed the knot of the cloth around him, changing back to his human looks, "but first, I'd appreciate some clothes."

Ji-Su automatically went to the back of the van and looked through the bags for some pants and a simple t-shirt. Meanwhile, Eun-Yu watched her brother with a pretended angry gaze.

"You're again filthy," Eun-Yu commented on all the dried blood and goo that Eun-Hyuk was covered in.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry," Eun-Hyuk said with an innocent smile.

"Don't always apologize to me, just don't...don't be so reckless," Eun-Yu whispered the last sentence.

"Is that Eun-Hyuk?" Hye-In peeked out of the van, relieved by what she saw.

"Hey," Eun-Hyuk raised his hand and waved at her, "I am back."

"Thank god. We need somebody that can fight those things," Hye-In said and sat back into the van in relief. Ji-Su finally found something that would probably fit Eun-Hyuk even if he turned into a monster again.

"Here you go, they are a bit bigger so you don't have to change all the time. Maybe go try the gas station bathroom... to clean up a bit?" Ji-Su suggested. Eun-Hyuk took the boundle of clothes from her and bowed a bit as thanks and went inside the gas station to find the bathroom. Surprisingly, it was not in such a bad state as he imagined it to be. He found a mirror covered in dust and dirt and looked at himself.

I need more like a shower, he thought as he watched his body being covered in mud mixed with all the nasty things that came out of the monsters. There were so many that he did not really believe he would survive this time. But it was as if his monster persona kicked in suddenly and he knew what to do to save himself. He just had to devour them all.

Don't be afraid of it, just embrace it. You are the answer to the chaos, you have to know that, right? A voice in his head reminded him. The voice that became his own. I guess I do not really have another choice, hm? If I want to keep them save... I should accept it.

Eun-Hyuk tried to wash the most of the filth off of him with the cloth he before wrapped around himself and then pulled on the sweatpants and a very large T-shirt that Ji-Su gave him. As he walked out, he saw the girls standing by the van, watching the surroundings for any potential danger.

"How do I look?" Eun-Hyuk asked to enlighten the mood.

"Ridiculous?" Eun-Yu answered him and rolled her eyes. He repaid her with a smile.

"What now?" Ji-Su asked, looking at Eun-Hyuk for an answer.

"Don't you need to clean your wound?" Eun-Hyuk said instead and approached her, lifting her T-shirt without asking.

"Hey!" she cried out and slapped him over his hand which stayed put. Eun-Hyuk raised his gaze to meet her eyes and said: "It's a bit infected again, isn't it? Sorry that I made you drive... that probably didn't help as well."

"It's not your fault," she said quietly and looked away.

"Come here, sit," he instructed and showed her to the back of the van," Hye-In, could you get me some disinfectant and something to patch her up?"

The woman put her dog aside and started searching for what Eun-Hyuk asked for, meanwhile Ji-Su lied down and let Eun-Hyuk take off her now dirty bandages.

"So...," she said through her teeth as Eun-Hyuk cleaned her wound, "what now?"

"Well, I have this... haunch... Or I don't really know... maybe I imagined it-"

"Just tell us, god," Eun-Yu jumped in.

"When I was preoccupied with fighting the monsters... I though I heard Pyeon Sang-Wook. He sounded really angry. He was definitely talking to somebody to 'get the fuck out of his body'."

"Somebody is in his body?" Ji-Su asked and sat up as Eun-Hyuk finished patching her up.

"You hear voices now?" Eun-Yu rose her eyebrows at him.

"I really can't say for sure. Maybe I was just confused. But if what I've heard was real, then it seems as if Pyeon Sang-Wook's body is used by someone else? A monster perhaps?" Eun-Hyuk said.

"And how do we find out if that's true?" Hye-In asked.

"We could... try to go somewhere following that haunch?" Eun-Hyuk said with an uncertain voice. He never really relied on instinct before and always tried to be pragmatic but this new part of himself made him want to trust his gut on this.

"What? What does that even mean?" Eun-Yu asked and watched her brother suspiciously.

"Honestly, I don't like this strategy as well... but we don't really have anything else to follow right now. And the last few weeks have been literally life-changing for me."

As nobody had any other better plan to suggest, they all sat back into the van and let Eun-Hyuk drive off to somewhere he felt good about. Eun-Yu was sitting next to him with her arms crossed on her chest, watching him carefully. She felt a bit bad about always calling him a fake brother before, even though it was somewhat true. But now, he was the only family left and she couldn't imagine what would she do if he left her now. Eun-Hyuk left college so he could take care of her and that made her furious. How was it so simple for him to be so selfless?

They drove for about an hour or two. Meanwhile, the children and the adults, as well, got hungry, so they ate some dried fruit and jerky to satisfy their stomaches.

Eun-Hyuk stopped the car in front of a tall apartment building that looked abandoned, however Eun-Hyuk knew that somebody was certainly in there. He undid his seatbelt and looked at the women and children in the van.

"He is definitely in there," he stated.

"How do you know?" Hye-In asked nervously.

"I think we passed the point where Eun-Hyuk or anyone else would have a rational explanation for these things," Ji-Su said and took her knife out, "let's go then."

"You should stay here...," Eun-Hyuk said.

"Why? What's in there?" Eun-Yu asked on alert, getting rilled up again because Eun-Hyuk wanted to go on his own.

"Well, what do you think. Monsters."

"Don't you think that it's better to take us with you when you are the only one capable of protecting us? What if we stay in the car and get murdered by a crazy monster while you are hanging out inside, huh?" Eun-Yu said quickly, proud of her argument because it made Eun-Hyuk look back at the children and think about it.

"You might be right," he sighed.

"Of course I am."

"God, kids, listen up. You need to stay with us at all times, alright? And if I say something, you'll do it," Eun-Hyuk turned to the children who just quietly nodded.

"Alright, let's go," Eun-Yu said with a smile and opened the van door.

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[thejustmaiden]

Fiction and Real Life Go Hand In Hand

This blog goes out to all those pro-Sessrin fans out there who refuse to acknowledge the very real effects fiction can have on our world and vice versa. I highly encourage other Inuyasha fans who defend/enable these shippers to read this, as well. I assure you, by no means are my intentions here to stir up trouble. Honestly, I just want some good healthy discourse for once if that’s not too much to ask. If you do decide to engage, please be mindful of that and treat others with respect and I will do the same in return. All in all, the goal of this blog is to exercise my right to speak out and be critical about content I believe to have very potentially detrimental repercussions. I ask that you not attack me or insult me simply for stating an opinion. Thank you! 

It’s like the title says, meaning fiction does matter. Where do you think we get ideas for all the stories we tell? Where do we draw inspiration from in the first place?

Real life, that's where! And yes, always with a touch of imagination! Long story short: fiction matters because real life does.

Allow me to elaborate.

Shippers of the Sesshomaru x Rin (Sessrin) pairing say it's not fair of us to throw around serious accusations or use certain deragatory terms that suggest such awful acts like child grooming or pedophilia because of the harmful implications. One of their reasonings being that some people IRL have actually lived through these traumas, so we shouldn't dare to assume they're comparable since one is just fiction and the other is not. But this isn’t about which is worse than the other, because they’re both super problematic. All we’re literally doing is making a link between grooming in real life and grooming in fiction. They mirror each other. Same issue; different mediums. We’re not undermining any one’s past experiences with grooming or the like, nor are we prioritizing fiction to diminish real life abuse. They’re both awful in numerous ways and that’s all we’re trying to say. In fact, if anything we’re attempting to demonstrate just how crucial this correlation is between them. In order to protect past victims and prevent future ones, we must remain vigiliant of the content we consume, and yes, sometimes that means we have to challenge it too. Just because it’s widely-viewed does not make it widely-accepted or well-received. It is paramount that we educate ourselves on how to be more critical of some of the harmful tropes and images that are still way too prevalent in mainstream media. Sexualizing young and pre-pubescent girls is way more normalized than some of us even realize. It’s sad but true that Sessrin is just one of many examples. I know it feels like society has failed us in a lot of ways, but it’s never too late to re-evaluate and re-learn better and more improved ways of viewing and processing information presented to us.

Our mission: Let’s not show our kids that grooming or any other form of abuse are acceptable if they may ever come to experience or encounter it themselves. Be it the real world or on screen. Deal? 

There have been a number of occasions where real life victims do speak up against the Sessrin ship and express how extremely uncomfortable it makes them feel by what it represents. The problem is that it’s becoming more evident now that many of their fans will dismiss anything purely on the basis that we pose a threat to their ship and nothing more. What it comes down to is they have no real leg to stand on and cannot possibly top any of what we have to say so instead they simply disregard it. Our inconvenient truths don't fit into their ideal *cough* OOC *cough* narrative so they just choose to be willfully ignorant. It conflicts with their fantasy, so rather than present a sound argument of their own, they flat-out reject it and offer no plausible back-up behind their reasoning besides "I don't interpret it that way." GUYS, CHILD GROOMING IS NOT UP FOR INTERPRETATION.

Just because you so desperately want your ship to come true does not mean you can up and decide to redefine a word so that it caters to your stance. Remind yourself that these are complex AND objective terms that we have no right to fiddle with to serve our own selfish purposes. This is why we can conclude that there's no debate about Sesshomaru's actions towards Rin embodying child grooming.

I apologize if any of my words are triggering by the way, so please feel free to take a break and return later if that’s more suitable for you. it's just really important that everyone in this fandom comprehends the extent in which Sessrin going canon is catastrophic. And no, I'm not exaggerating; I'm simply speaking the truth. Shippers justifying these horrible acts- yes, even in fiction- is usually due to the stubborn refusal to hear us out. No offense to anyone (just stating facts), but more times than not antis like myself feel as if we’re talking to a brick wall when we interact with Sessrin peeps. They go in circles and never expand on their perspectives. 

Just a head’s up: THIS GETS LONG. Stick with me. :p

Just look at their take on the Inukag vs. Sessrin relationships for example. This isn't a question of age gaps, this is a question of physical/emotional compatibility. Inukag are the same age mentally wise regardless of one being demon and the other not, whereas Sessrin is not and never will be, and yes, even once she's an adult. The thing is we have debunked this time and time again, because they’re not the same and therefore not comparable, but for some reason these fans won’t drop it. Nothing has changed in their argument, yet they’re persistent in bringing it up. I choose to not go into more detail, since like I said, you can find it around everywhere. I just wanted to touch upon it briefly to prove a point. Maybe it will come up again later in my blog though! 

Where was I earlier? Right, child grooming! Haven't you guys realized that what you’re doing is precisely what child groomers do to make excuses or deny any grooming took place at all? (FYI: I’m not accusing you of being child groomers yourselves.) “They reciprocated so the feelings are mutual" is a typical groomer response, but of course it varies. More often than not, victims of grooming aren't even aware they've been groomed until much later. That's how manipulative groomers are that they can legitmately convince you that maybe you're wrong in questioning their motives. Perhaps in the victim’s mind that because one huge indicator of grooming never actually took place it technically cannot constitute as grooming. They start to doubt themselves even though their intuition is telling them something’s off. They should just ignore it then since it can’t possibly be grooming if that one particular thing never happened, right? Wrong, grooming isn’t strictly this or strictly that. It's much more complicated and multi-faceted. This is why the “but Sesshomaru left Rin in the village” point upsets me greatly. HE WAS STILL INVOLVED IN HER LIFE, Y’ALL.  

On top of that, are you aware that this is the exact same kind of predatory mindset pedophiles use to describe their infatuation with children? They'll say things like, "I don't see them as an adult and a child. I see them as two people with a soul connection." Okay no joke, I wish I was lying, but that is literally a point one pro-sessrin fan on here recently used to defend this ship. It both astounds me and terrifies me that they don't see the glaring similarities they share in common with actual pedos.

Alright, I want to quickly return to what I was saying earlier about fiction's impact on real life. (Sorry, I’m a bit of a scatterbrain!)

The characters and their worlds in our stories that we dream up and bring to life are nothing short of awe-inspiring and magnificent if we so choose them to be. If it wasn't for our imaginations, stories like Inuyasha would have never come to exist. Fiction provides us an amazing outlet where we are given the opportunity to express ourselves and explore its infinite creative possibilities.

But strip away all the demons and magical components of this show we all love so dearly and what are we left with?

At the very core, Inuyasha is a story that's very reminiscent of the human experience: love, camaraderie, a sense of purpose, and much more!

So perhaps we got a full-fledged dog demon like Sesshomaru, but does that necessarily mean we can't relate to him or understand him simply because dog demons don't exist in the real world? Well, I hope that's not how you view it or else you're missing the whole point of why humans create stories to begin with. We create them to make better sense of and thus connect with the world we live in. And when you really think about it, our stories are just a celebration of life- both our struggles and our triumphs. Now I'm no philosophy professor, but I'm pretty sure they'd say I hit that nail right smack on the head. ;)

All shitty jokes aside, the whole reason I’m mentioning this specific example in the first place is because this recently came up with another Sessrin supporter. That supporter tried to defend the ship by stating that we aren't allowed to use Sesshomaru as an example to judge by since his kind don't exist in the real world.

Now if it isn't evident already, this "it's just fiction" argument is a popular go-to stance many Sessrin fans will resort to once they've run out of ideas and are metaphorically backed into a corner. The funny/sad thing is that they seem to sincerely believe this is strong enough evidence to defend their ship with, but per usual, they fail to see how hypocritical that would be. I’ll clarify soon down below. 

Seriously, since when did we decide that fantasy- or any story genre for that matter- stopped reflecting the real world we live in? I mean, we humans are the ones writing these stories. Our human influence is bound to make an impact in some capacity. In fact, we want it to!

Obviously none of us have ever met a dog demon like Sesshomaru, because how could we? Let me tell ya, this is gaslighting at its finest! This is a fictional story with fantasy elements, so of course there will be beings and creatures in their world that don't exist in our own. Does that somehow translate to the fact that nothing from the story of Inuyasha can be applied to our own personal stories or that there aren't meaningful messages to be taught and learned?

So on the flipside, if they're not screaming at us "it's just fiction" for the hundred billionth time, then they are, believe it or not, doing the reverse and comparing it to real world history. One instance of this is how they tell us we're making a big deal about something that isn't real, but go right ahead and use the history of feudal Japan to support Sesshomaru's decision to court (aka GROOM) a young girl because that's how it was done back then. And so, your point being?? It wasn't right then just because it was legal, and it's most certainly not right now. This is how all of their arguments go by the way, where you'll constantly witness a cherry-picking approach. It's agonizing to endure contradiction after contradiction in their arguments filled with nothing but holes in their logic.

I'd just like to add that if we're overreacting to this fictional ship like they love to say we are then technically so are they. They tell us things like "grow up" or "nobody is telling you to keep watching," yet fail to realize they're reacting just as fervently as we are but just on the opposing side of the same damn argument. I find it interesting how they're as invested in this show but pretend they aren't then STILL have the audacity to say it's only us who care this much!? So thank you Sessrin shippers for further proving our point that fiction is more than capable of affecting reality and the people- YES, US- who reside in it.

It's insane that people act like pedophiles and other creeps don't enjoy entertainment too like the rest of us. Believe it or not, they look just like you and me most of the time. Yes, that means they can easily pass as a “regular guy” if they so wished to. My question to you is how do you think pedophiles will take it when they discover others- underage fans more specifically- who dig the same kinda media they get off to? Maybe not in the exact same way, mind you, but there's a thin line between them when you really think about it. I mean, what other explanation is there for why literal pedos on the internet have been known to sneak into pro-sessrin group chats here on Tumblr before? (Thankfully, they were later kicked.) I know that for a fact! It's almost as if the universe is trying to tell them something they refuse to listen to elsewhere. Hhmmm I wonder what that may be. 

I imagine it’s possibly one of the hardest things to admit out loud and to themselves, but I can almost guarantee you that most of these Sessrin shippers who are victims of CSA and who still see no issue with Sessrin must be living with some sort of unresolved trauma caused by the very abuse they claimed to have undergone. It's been proven that victims who do not seek or properly receive the help and treatment they need in order to address and live with a traumatic experience such as this are more likely to perpetuate that very same abuse themselves in some way, shape or form. What if in this case fiction is enough for them, but who's to say it won’t eventually manifest itself in other more dire and far-reaching ways? It's not like we haven't seen this vicious cycle before, and I can promise you that Sessrin won't be the last. LET'S STOP NORMALIZING & GLORIFYING THE ROMANTIZATION & SEXUALIZATION OF CHILDREN. Fictional example: Usagi Drop. Need I say more? Real world example: Woody Allen. Again, need I say more?

Bottom line is that Sessrin shippers don't want us to think too critically about this ship of theirs, because if we dig too deep then they're forced to face the very troubling implications this pairing really stands for. Of course they'll never admit to them, because instead they rather double down and grasp at the same old straws as long as it means their precious ship is protected at all costs. Screw everyone else if that's what it takes, because they'll threaten to burn down legit buildings in real life if that ensures Sessrin goes canon! (True story, this happened on Twitter.) They’ll taunt and bully anyone who disagrees. Even if all you literally say is that you don’t like the ship, they’ll gang up on you. Tell them about your past experience with being groomed? They’ll laugh in your face. I wish I was kidding, but I assure you I am not.  And they say we're ridiculous and taking this way too seriously? Yeah...

The typical behavior of a Sessrin shipper demonstrates an overly aggressive front since they're usually on defense mode anyway. They only want to ship their sick ship in peace in other words. But just because neo-nazis have a right to spew their bigoted ideology, doesn't mean we don't got the right to punch them! Freedom of speech doesn't equate to freedom from consequences. And Sessrin shippers wonder why they got so many haters. Just sayin'.

Their presence on other platforms like Twitter and Reddit are some examples of how delusional and unstable some Sessrin fans are capable of becoming. Even recently, an anon here on Tumblr sent Richard Ian Cox (English VA for Inuyasha) a totally uncalled for ask telling him that "sessrin is love and there's nothing he can do about it." (That's not verbatim, but if you're interested I'll link you to it.) It appears they discovered that he didn't like Sessrin based on how he had been replying to asks, and just for that reason alone they thought they had the right to harass him. For simply stating his opinion, y'all. They didn't even have the decency to show their face either. Talk about immature and cowardly! 

Just yesterday (or was it the day before?) a fanatic Sessrin user on Tumblr- who’s also been known for hateful remarks on Twitter but those tweets have of course been deleted since then- went out of their way to not only lurk in a group chat they don’t belong to on here but to then proceed to harass a few of us in there. They had the guts to take screenshots from that group chat, tag us in posts on their page regarding what they read in there, and without our knowledge or permission went ahead and actually blogged them?? I mean, who calls out people behind their backs while they're just minding their own business?? It worries me how unhinged and out of touch with reality some Sessriners are. Not all of them, but a whole lot of them. 

It seems all they are doing is looking for trouble, as they just can't stand how much we hate this ship. So it's more than okay if they love on their ship but it's not okay if we don't and we should just keep our mouths shut. But since when do Sessrin fans have authority over our opinions? Even if they were officially canon, nothing is ever gonna change our opinion. Now when they actually do decide to participate in discourse with antis, you'll see them fishing for excuses to bow out. How they normally go about this is by fabricating a way to blame us antis for their exiting a conversation as if we're being the irrational ones here.

There’s no denying that some antis can also be overly blunt or aggressive (nobody is saying we’re perfect here), but speaking for myself, I know I would never make such nasty comments about other fans and their personal lives. And honestly? It would make me feel like shit talking bad about someone I don't actually know. Nah, I won't stoop to that level or give haters that satisfaction. I may not attack them as people, but that doesn't mean I can't attack some of their messed up ideas that threaten to distort how we should or shouldn’t perceive certain dangerous situations and events. Seeing as how for me this is more than just a matter of opinion- it's a moral responsibility and even an obligation.

I know it's difficult to remain civil when things get heated and people start taking things personally- yet more proof that fiction impacts our lives- but that's the only way any of us will ever have constructive discussions about serious topics like this. Unfortunately, Sessrin shippers, from what I can tell, are incapable of engaging in real discourse for the most part. They may be vocal but that doesn't mean they can pack a punch. I’d really love to be proven wrong someday.

Okay, moving on! If they're not involved in some big-time gaslighting then they're using their infamous strawman argument approach.

Sessrin fans’ sole purpose isn't really to defend their ship, per se, but rather to deflect and antagonize. They like to mislead in order to shift the focus/blame onto their opponent or something else that's not related so that they can stray from the main point. 

Take the drama CD for example. It's officially NOT considered canon, right? But that hasn't stopped many fans from referencing it anyway so let’s too consider it for a moment. The point is that they use its "existence" whenever convenient then deny it or downplay it whenever it’s not. So on one hand, it's plain as day that they celebrate it as proof of a romantic future for Sessrin. But then later once we point out to them that Sesshomaru is essentially confessing to Rin that he will wait for her until she's of age, they'll brush it off and quickly add that they didn't interpret the scene that way and leave it at that. I mean how else would you interpret it? And if it's not a proposal of sorts then why exactly are you bouncing off the walls about it to begin with?? If that's all it means is nothing then why are we even talking about this?! You see what I mean here??! And somehow we're the crazy ones? 

Let me to be frank with you. If you haven’t listened to it already, this proposal he offered her sounded like a declaration of love in a multitude of ways, which is wildly inappropriate since Rin was only 12 at the time. Signifying that Sesshomaru was/is indeed grooming her. Well, that is if you choose to recognize the drama CD. Nevertheless, whether you do or not, I personally hate that this non-canon satire is even associated with the Inuyasha name to begin with. Ugh. 

Intentional or not, Sesshomaru made a deliberate decision in that moment to tell a little girl- and not just any little girl mind you but a girl he's taken in under his care for a good year- that he would wait for her if she so chooses once she's old enough. 

The issue is that it isn’t only age of consent we’re concerned about regarding this pairing. What Sessriners fail to see is that this grown male authority- her vassal, her guardian, her adoptive father, or whatever you wanna refer to him as- is basically making a move on this girl he had in his company for quite some time. There's no sugarcoating that. Us antis call it how it is, and I'm sure as fucking day other people who don't watch the show would most certainly agree that the Sesshomaru/Rin bond is filial. Set aside those rose-tinted glasses of yours, and going by everything we’ve been delivered in the manga and parts of the anime (and NOT the drama cd), there are literally no hints that indicate a blossoming romance between this adult male demon and this small human girl he’s taken under his wing. You can imagine them all you want if it pleases you, but that doesn’t mean they’re there. Adult!Rin is a figment of your imagination, nothing more. The idolization of this pairing is pretty disturbing seeing as all we have to go off of in canon is Child!Rin. There have only ever been sweet and innocent moments passed between the two, which is why I’m positive that an unbiased viewer or an outsider would state their dynamic resembled something akin to a father-daugther relationship. I would bet a shit ton of money on that, believe you me!

Rin's inhibitions are low because children are naturally naive and don't know any better. Remember, she adores and trust this man with all her heart, so why would she think any of this so-called grooming is not normal behavior. (I only say “so-called grooming” because I don’t think Sesshomaru bringing her gifts in the village has to be a romantic thing.) Or how would she ever be able to understand that she’s being taken advantage of if she has no previous experience with it? Maybe if she was present for that time Inuyasha and the gang scolded Miroku when they had learned that years previous he had supposedly proposed to this young girl in the village they were visiting, then Rin would. And he didn’t even assist in helping raise her but look at how they reacted! How is this any different than Sesshomaru hooking up with Rin later? It’s actually worse in Sessrin's case. Do you honestly believe that Inuyasha and the others would take kindly to this?

It's not uncommon and considered harmless for young children to have crushes on adults, after all, but the adults in these scenarios should never resort to using and abusing the position of power they held or continue to hold over this child for any reason whatsoever.

What I'm trying to get across here is that no matter how you spin it, Sessrin can NEVER be deemed a morally acceptable pairing. Like ship what you want, we're not saying you can't ship Sessrin. What we're saying is this:

STOP referring to their bond as "pure" and not expect backlash for your grossly inaccurate statements. Just admit it's toxic, because it's extremely harmful to many viewers- and not just victims- to pretend and suggest otherwise.

Please remind yourself of the very real canon fact that Rin traveled with Sesshomaru and they established a bond all while she was just a girl. Oh, and he saved her life too many times to count, not to mention brought her back from the dead TWICE. This is why I don't care much for your counter argument "that dynamics can change over time," because although that's true, like with everything in life there must be standards we adhere to. Exceptions to rules, if you will. Our own basic morals demand it.

For instance, it’s normal that some childhood friends begin to like each other as more than friends years down the road. Nothing wrong with that, because that's a natural and healthy occurrence. Now you cannot apply this to an adult and a child for obvious reasons, but what you also cannot do is apply this to an adult who met and knew another adult while they were still just a child. Why? Well, because it'd be like betraying and perverting that former child's view of you. They were never your equal because your established dynamic resembles that of one an adult posesses with a child even once they've grown up. Think about it this way: it's in the same bracket of family members or family friends who've watched you grow up and mature into an adult. Then later just because they're all grown up, does that mean that those children "are not off bounds" - that's quoting a Sessrin shipper by the way- to these certain family members and family friends? 

If you're still struggling to grasp this, I urge you to take a moment (or all the time you need!) to really put yourself in that child's shoes and self-reflect. Would you truly be alright with a family friend you haven't seen in years (but sorely missed because they used to occasionally babysit you) just someday coming back into your life and then very inappropriately flirting with you or even making sexual advances on you? (Sorry for the run-on!) Or even worse, can you picture this happening to one of your own children??! Seriously, ask yourself that and sit with that for a while and really take it all in. It’s not fun, I know, but if that’s what it takes to help you finally understand then please try and practice more ways to utilize your self-awareness in the future. It’s for everyone’s benefit, not only yours, I promise! You'll also find it makes it tremendously easier to empathize with others.

I got news for those fans who don’t view Sesshomaru as a father figure to Rin. The title we give him doesn’t hold as much weight as a lot of us are making it out to be. Let’s try to be neutral here and stick to the hard facts, shall we?

*Sesshomaru is an adult male authority whose protection Rin is under*

*It’s safe to assume that Rin has grown attached to him and maybe even looks up to him*

*They care about each other and the other's well-being*

*He has has played a crucial part in her supervision and care for a significant period of time (yes, even if it’s just passing a message along to Jaken)*

Not so random anecdote: In an Inuyasha episode I recently revisited, Sesshomaru had just rescued Rin from Kohaku who had been possessed by Naraku and was ordered to kill Rin. Anyway, at the end of their scene you can hear Jaken ask out loud, “what should we do for dinner, Lord Sesshomaru?” And that’s about the most domestic thing I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. They’re such a family dammit and nothing will ever change that!! <3

This is precisely why I could never in a million years view those past students of mine in a romantic light. I don't care how many years have passed, it's just not possible for me. Just the idea of pursuing a romantic and/or sexual relationship absolutely repels me.

Speaking as a former teacher, you don't need to be a parental figure who's around all the time in order to have great love and affection for a child. I would've done absolutely anything in my power to protect them even though they weren't my own. Then again, I did consider them my children in a way even if wasn't in a familial sense. Does that make my love for them any less unique? No, it's just different but not inferior. When you stop to think about, it really doesn't take as long as you may think to establish rapport with a person, particularly children. Connecting with a child is almost instant (but of course some are more receptive than others), and once you do make that special connection one can only make with a child, a strong and overwhelming need to guide and protect them kicks in almost automatically. The unconditional love an adult feels for a child is powerful and constant, and nothing should ever change that. As much as some of you really want to believe otherwise, that feeling doesn’t just go away because they turned 18. In your eyes, they’ll always be that kid.

I get it, sometimes when we escape into these fictional worlds of ours, it's difficult not to project our own wishes and desires onto certain characters. I don't blame fans for picturing themselves with Sesshomaru- I know I did haha- but never once did I self-insert myself as Rin. I know she's one of the biggest catalysts for his character growth- if not THE biggest- but how and why does that need to turn romantic? There are other antis who I have spoken with on this. They informed me that they used to live vicariously through Rin and ship them together, as well. As they got older, they later learned how weird and twisted this ship actually was. That's what's supposed to happen, y'all, you're supposed to grow out of that fixation. 

Now take your mind out of the Inuyasha universe for a second and hypothetically (or not hypothetically if you have kids) answer me this: if and/or when you ever have a child, would you genuinely be comfortable with the idea of them dating and eventually marrying their father’s best friend who was also there to witness them grow up? Be honest please. 

I highly doubt you would want that- or at least I hope not. You see, that's another MAJOR point I've made a few times already and yet you Sessrin shippers continue to avoid the question. It's pretty obvious it hasn't been rhetorical either. Ignorance is bliss?

Finally, I’d like to address one more point. It seems there is a HUGE misconception and I'd like to clear it up real quick. That is Sessrin shippers misinterpret one of the issues we have with this ship. They chalk up our complaints of Sessrin being canon (which is a LIE, nothing has been confirmed yet) to us just being salty because that somehow means our ships aren't or won’t be. I assure you, readers, other antis and I will attest that this ain't about dumb shipping wars, this is so much bigger than that!!!

I noticed recently that some Sessrin fans have even begun calling us Karens lolol like if anybody is a Karen it's them! This ain't about some mere difference in taste, this is very likely to have LONG-LASTING NEGATIVE EFFECTS. Sessrin going canon is a very harmful message to send viewers and children/teens especially. So if anything, it’s these shippers who are being the entitled ones here thinking that the fact we don’t support their ship is the worst thing in the world. NO, THE REAL PROBLEM IS CHILD GROOMING. GET OVER YOURSELF.

Out of nowhere, some of them even started assuming all us antis were white, which in their books is also equivalent to Karens or even white supremacists somehow?? Those aren't one in the same, but it's easy to make it appear that way when the US is currently tackling major systems of oppression and racial injustice. Because to them, all antis must be from over here. (Yes, I'm American. But no, I'm not white.) How else can anyone explain not shipping Sessrin, right?! Somehow they have it in their heads that ALL of Japan and surrounding places are super approving of this ship, and that everyone else isn’t because of their upbringing and “Western way of thinking.”  

To give you an idea of what I mean, look back at what I talked about earlier with their incessant mention of Sessrin vs. Inukag. Because THIS is another popular example of how these shippers present their side and then ignore all the facts. Many fans have already proven how fucked up and inaccurate it is to label whole countries and cultures. It’s like they simply think mentioning it makes it count even though we’ve discredited their points over and over. Nah, you got to back it up with good reasons that support your side of the argument. That’s How To Have An Argument: 101. So at the end of the day, all they're actually achieving in doing is making dumb and entirely unrelated accusations based on nothing just to lead to deductions that are equally unfounded. Nothing at all is accomplished but more gaslighting and hurling of insults on their part = a complete waste of time for antis = an excuse for them to peace out early from the conversation & that’s what they wanted all along

We’ve reached the end (finally! sorry for all the rambling!), and I hope those of you who stayed till the end or read enough can take something positive out of this. As many Inuyasha fans are aware, there will be a livestream with the VAs for Sesshomaru and Rin coming out within the next few hours. We don’t have all the details yet, and afterwards we probably still won’t. I’m not just talking about Sessrin here but about the sequel in general. Whatever happens, please just remember to be kind to one another. If you don’t think you’re capable of doing that, then it’s best you vent and fume elsewhere. Easier said than done, I know, but just try. Throughout this blog, I admit there were moments where I got frustrated and took some jabs at Sessrin shippers. Please believe me when I say that I do not and would not ever wish any of you ill will. 

Inuyasha was such a huge part of my childhood, and I’m not gonna lie, I’m anxious as hell that Sunrise will ruin one of the best things I loved about this show. So pardon me if my reactions are too visceral for your liking. haha Also, like the movies and the drama cd, this sequel is not in fact canon. Therefore, for those of you who disagree or who still plan to enjoy this new series, respect the fact that some of us fans will definitely “cancel” it if we feel that’s what we have to do to come to terms with it and move on. Fans have that right, after all. Why should we get on board with something if it’s so uncharacteristic of and unrecognizable from the original source material? If all this is some sort of cash grab of Sunrise’s doing, then count me out. I truly hope that this sequel turn outs being a lot more promising than a lot of us are expecting. I’m begging you, Sunrise, I wanna believe you’re better than this. Please and thank you!   

By the way, if you’re interested, feel free to check out my two other blogs on this same subject. Click here and here. The last two screenshots do not come from something I’ve written myself. If you’d like to read more from where those came from, let me know and I’d be more than happy to send you the links. Okay, bye for now. Peace out and stay safe, everyone! 

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