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kaaytea · 3 years

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Helloooooo~~~~ how are you doing? uhm,if it's not much, can you do hcs/drabble angst miyuki kazuya x reader where they were fighting and he said something that makes the reader insecure/upset? and can it ends with fluff, please? it doesnt matter if the reader is fem or not hehe. thank you in advancee! <33 have a nice day and i love youuuu~~~ ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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A/n: hello lovely! I'm doing very well, thank you for asking 💕 I'm so sorry this took a bit to get out, I couldn't find any inspiration to write for high school Miyooks so instead I went for an older version of him! I hope you enjoy!

(P.s. I love you too 😤♥️)

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You could never really recall a time that you and Kazuya had a serious fight. Sure there were squabbles here and there, tedious things that were forgotten the next day, but never anything like this.

"Look (y/n), there's nothing we can do about it, I can't control when the league plans games. I'll make it up to you."

'I'll make it up to you' was a phrase you were painfully familiar with. Countless missed dates, phone calls, and family events have been followed by that dampening string of words ever since Miyuki entered the pro league three years ago. You always had to settle for something else; most plans or invitations you had gotten were either canceled or politely declined. Kazuya just didn't seem to notice that no amounts of dinner dates, gifts, facials, or massages would make up for the lost time spent together.

Miyuki sent you a sympathy smile as he turned his attention back to the scorebooks he had laid out on your kitchen counter. In his mind, the conversation was done and dealt with while you were simmering in a pot of emotional turmoil.

"I don't want you to 'make it up to me' Kazuya," your voice cracked as tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes. Miyuki reluctantly met your gaze again with a bored look at your prompting; somewhere inside him he felt a pang at the sight of your glossy eyes. It had never been easy for him to watch people cry, especially when that person was you. "I can overlook missed dates but our Wedding anniversary?!"

The man ran his hand through his hair with a tired sigh. Miyuki didn't have the energy to keep talking about this, the dates were already set so you just had to accept it and move on.

"I can't skip games, you know that. It's just a date anyway, we can plan something that weekend." Miyuki's voice teetered off into a mumble at the end of his sentence, it's like his subconscious knew his words were wrong but you still heard them and they stung like hell.

"Does that make our marriage just some arrangement then? When did you start letting a sport dictate our love life?!" Tears were flowing steadily down your face at this point as you and your husband stood your ground. The building tension in the room was suffocating you slowly. Your heart desperately screamed at you to flee from Kazuya's dangerous eyes as it broke more and more with each minute.

Miyuki's jaw clenched at your words. The irritation was finally starting to get at him and while he was generally a level-headed guy, his temper could be shockingly short when pushed enough.

"This is my career, (y/n)! We both knew how difficult me going pro would be. This isn't Seidou, I can't just ask our coach to reschedule things because you're upset!"

Miyuki's eyes never left you as he spoke, like a predator stalking its prey he watched your every move and minuscule flicker of emotion. His words were cold and just short of a yell, "If you've had this much of a problem with my career choice before maybe you shouldn't have agreed to marrying me."

The tension in the room evaporated the second those words left his lips. At that moment you didn't care about your anniversary. You didn't care about baseball. You didn't care about how the aggression in Kazuya's face melted from shock to fear as he processed what he had just told you. What you did care about was the overflowing dam of pent-up emotions finally cracking as you hurried off to your and Kazuya's bedroom.

Miyuki flinched at the sound of you slamming your shared bedroom door shut. The fridged silence that now hung in the apartment was deafening as the man sat rigidly at the kitchen counter, staring at the small glittery object you had ripped off your hand and slammed down in front of him when you left the room. Hesitantly he reached forward and held the ring between his thumb and pointer finger. The catcher’s hand trembled as he held the small trinket. Flashes of your happy smile from when he proposed were haunted by the vision of the angry tears he had seen sliding down your face just moments ago.

For once, it seemed, that you had instilled a sickening fear into Kazuya as he was forced to sit with his head in his hands at the kitchen counter, tears slowly dripping down onto the lenses of his glasses while listening to your muffled sobs in the next room over.

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You had eventually passed out from fatigue after crying your eyes out only to wake up feeling empty. Your body was tangled in a mess of sheets as you laid on your back blankly staring up at the ceiling in the dark. Your bed felt oddly large without Kazuya sleeping in the space beside you, the bitter feeling of loneliness clawed at your chest as your mind floated in a void of stale emotions.

The metallic sound of the room’s doorknob shaking pulled you from your thoughts and on instinct you flipped onto your side facing away from the door, pulling the sheets tighter around your shoulders in a last-ditch effort to hide yourself. There was a pause in the advances followed by a soft click! and a small trickle of light pouring in as the door crept open.

You heard the door close gently then soft padding of feet across the carpet. Another soft click! resonated in the quiet room, followed by the soft glow of light over your shoulder. The mattress creaked at the added weight of your husband as he sat down near the edge of the bed.

You didn't want to look over at him so you could keep up the act of being angry but curiosity mixed with the need to be near him resulted in you hesitantly peeking over your shoulder to look at him.

In the dim light you could just make out the frown etched onto his face, as well as the redness around his eyes and at the tip of his nose. Miyuki looked a mess but you didn't have much room to talk as you're sure you looked just as bad right now.

You could see the pain and regret swimming in his eyes when he caught you staring, in seconds he was cradling you in his arms and burying his face into your hair. It was like a magnetic force had pulled the two of you together, clinging onto one another in fear that the other would leave.

"How did you get in?" You said, your voice coming out muffled from where you had pressed your face into his chest, "I locked the door."

"You get free courses on lock picking when you're friends with Kuramochi."

His response lightened the mode as you let out a weak laugh, curling further into Kazuya's touch as his hand ran up and down your back.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

You lifted your head from Miyuki's chest and looked up at him. His gaze was focused on your hands, letting his own slide down your arms to loosely link your fingers together. He refused to make eye contact with you as he twiddled with your hands.

"Our anniversary isn't just a date to me, I'm sorry that I made it seem like baseball is more important than our marriage....like it's more important than you," Miyuki said in a low tone. You could hear the shame over his actions with every word and the lone tears silently slipping down his face reinforced just how torn up he was. Kazuya wasn't a crier and he definitely wasn't someone who enjoyed apologies. It was rare for him to outwardly express his emotions this harshly.

"You can't just blame this fight on yourself when I was at fault too," you pulled your hands from his and cupped his face, lifting his head up to look at you as your thumbs brushed away any remnants of his tears. "I'm sorry for making a big deal out of something you can't control, it was immature."

Miyuki turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss to your left hand before slowly guiding the both of you to lay down. Tucked safely into your husband's side and head nestled in the crook of his neck, you breathed in his comforting scent as you twirled his short hair around your finger. His hair was significantly shorter than it was in high school but just long enough for you to run your fingers through it.

Miyuki shifted slightly before guiding your hand away from his silky locks. A warm feeling bloomed in your chest as you watched him slip your wedding ring back onto your finger. He looked down at you with a soft expression and kissed you gently on the lips.

Eventually, you both fell asleep with you clinging to Kazuya's side and him rubbing his thumb over your wedding ring.

#kayquests #miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya imagine #miyuki kazuya scenarios #miyuki kazuya oneshot #daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace oneshot #ace of the diamond oneshot #ace of the diamond x reader #ace of the diamond #ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond oneshot #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #diamond no ace x reader #diamond no ace oneshot

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otvlanga · 3 years

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Rumarin - Interesting NPCs

Okay, so I love Rumarin to death (as does literally everyone else), but if you really peel away at his character, there’s something depressingly dark about him that’s almost entirely invisible otherwise. His deflection, and nihilism, and facade -- the way he uses humor as a stand-in for almost anything that would require expressing sincerity in any capacity; we never really get to learn or know anything about him, really.

He comes off as almost entirely morally-ambiguous and neutral in any situation, and it’s clear that this likely doesn’t reflect who he really is inside. It most likely serves as a front -- something he can hide behind to avoid addressing things that he continuously neglects, or regrets.

He holds strong disdain for any mages you fight against, yet gets so damn hype after he finally manages to cast a small ward spell. This is a man that deeply wants to be good at something, and be capable -- but lacks the emotional capacity to hold onto any of the ambition or determination it takes to pursue the things he doesn’t succeed at. He brushes it off like “It doesn’t matter anyway” and acts self assured and haughty with his bound weapons, but on the inside feels totally inadequate.

I get the feeling that he’s depressed, and angry; self-deprecating, even. He dislike himself, and the direction his life has gone. He has no ulterior motive, or plans, or ambitions. He doesn’t have a character arc, or any form of growth. When we meet him, he outright mentions that he’s living in the Windhelm stables with his Ulundil and his wife.

He’s so quick to follow around the player after just meeting them because he’s a nihilist, and doesn’t have any reason not to. He doesn’t have a home, or family, or job, or any other commitments that he has to take into account, because he’s kind of just free-loading around; likely just trying to avoid addressing what’s gone wrong with his life, and his underlying flaws and true feelings. That’s why he’s such a sarcastic, humorous person. It’s his entire personality, one that he’s made up to compensate for his depression-driven apathy towards everything, and avoid vulnerability in any forms, because he can’t even open up and be honest with himself.

on the other hand i could be literally 100% wrong, and he just doesnt give a fuck about anything and serves as the comedic relief companion because thats just how he is, and he genuinely sees no point in taking life seriously, and believes people should live in the moment and do fuck-all to make themselves happy, because “why the hell shouldnt they?”

he’s either “nothing matters :-/. lets do cocaine” or “nothing matters! lets do cocaine! :D”

#why am i psychologically picking apart a video game character #HELP #hes our community husband and we love him regardless #Rumarin #interesting npcs #3dnpc #skyrim #mods #skyrim mods #modded followers #skyrim followers #TES #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #tes v skyrim #im not a psychologist so take everything i say with a grain of salt please

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mrs-han · 4 years

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Here With Me

Heeey could i request an scenario where the mc is stood up by Jumin , like she waits for him at the restaurant but he doesnt arrive bc he forgot since he has been stressed out with work all week and suddenly Jaehee lets him know and its all angsty but with a happy ending pleasee♡♡♡♡

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Sure thing! Thank you for your submission!

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"Madam, would you like to come inside?"

"No, no. My husband should be coming shortly, and I'd like to be here when he shows," you smiled, securing your scarf over your shoulders.

As the valet entered the building that chilly august evening, the thought of Jumin kept you warm, even gave you the strength to stay outside and wait for a little while longer. It had been over a month, and you two had finally scheduled a date night—no work, no distractions - just he before your eyes and you before his.

You fiddled with your lace gloves and primped your hair, glancing at the glass window as it acted as your mirror. You were fully decked out in the most delicate lavender twill dress, six-inch stiletto pumps, and fastened in your hair was a pin Jumin had picked out himself for you to don. You always wanted to look your best for this man, and frankly, you were excited to see how he would react.

Cars passed by the grand venue - you straightened and eventually slouched as you noticed a few of them stop, but none of the occupants were Jumin. Snow began to drizzle over you, and, with a faint shiver, you checked your watch.

0950.

You blinked and tapped the watch - that wasn't right. You had only been waiting for half an hour, not an hour and a half... right? You dug your phone from your purse and tapped his icon.

"This is Jumin Han, Director of C&R. Thank you for your call, but I am away -"

You ended the call quickly and called him again. And again. You were greeted with the same voice message, and your heart sunk in your stomach.

He didn't forget... did he?

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"Mr. Han, it's getting late," Jaehee smiled forcefully, gripping her pen in one hand and her travel mug in the other. "This is a good stopping point, don't you agree?"

"Not quite," Jumin sighed, pushing his hair back and tapping his diamond pen against his desk. "We're missing something... something important."

"A meeting with the Prime Minister of Sweden is no small feat," Jaehee huffed, pressing her back against the chair. "But I assure you, we've covered everything we need to cover. You know everything about him, perhaps too much."

Jumin examined his notes and furrowed his brows. "No... no, something is missing."

Jaehee raised a brow and crossed her arms. "I assure you, Mr. Han. This missing artifact has nothing to do with the prime minister."

"I don't see what your hurry is. Tomorrow is Saturday, you have plenty of time to rest then."

"Until you call me in to do something," Jaehee muttered under her breath. "Listen, Mr. Han, with all due respect. It is going on twenty-two hundred hours and fifteen minutes, and I would like to go home."

Jumin looked dubiously shocked. It had gotten that late so quickly... his eyes widened. "Today is Friday."

"Yes, today is Friday," Jaehee nodded.

"No, no, no." Jumin slammed his folders closed and adjusted his tie, a frantic air about him.

"What is it?" Jaehee asked, observing his facial expression turn to one of confusion to one of realization.

Jumin dashed past his chief assistant, muttering slurs under his breath and heading towards the penthouse's front door. "I don't have time to explain."

"Mr. Han, if you're heading outdoors, you'll need your coat -"

Jumin flung the door open... and there you stood, shivering and dripping wet from the melted snow. You lifted your eyes and met his apologetic gaze.

"My... my love... I -"

You shoved your way past him, wrapping your scarf around your reddened face. There was no way you were about to let him see you cry.

Jumin stumbled back and tried to reach for you, but you were too fast. You ran down the hall and into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

"MC!" Jumin called while chasing you, slamming against the door as it closed. He pressed his palms against the wood, then his forehead. "MC, please."

Jaehee quietly gathered her coat and murmured, "I will see you on Monday, Mr. Han."

Jumin, too distracted by you, didn't care to hear her. "MC? MC, may I come in? Darling?"

He placed his hand over the doorknob and gripped it, ready to turn the handle - when he heard your sobs. Every sniffle, every sad moan, he listened to, desperate to soothe you.

"My love... my love -"

"Go away! Get away from me!" You hollered, throwing several objects at the door. "I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you!"

Jumin closed his eyes, your words piercing all parts of his heart. He waited for more words to come from you; he wanted to hear from you, even if your words had the potential to kill him from the inside out.

But you didn't say anything. Instead, you wailed and sobbed... and those sounds alone did more damage to him than any insult.

Jumin pressed himself against the door and sank slowly, his hand still on the doorknob. He would respect your wish and leave you alone, but he refused to be too far away. When you were ready to talk, he would be there.

His determination did not falter after an hour had passed, and another. He sat patiently outside of the guest bedroom and began to nod off when he realized - there was no sound coming from the other side of the door. It was utterly silent.

"MC? I'm opening the door," Jumin cooed, pressing the door open slowly.

He peeked in and saw you, not sound asleep as he had imagined. No, your back was facing him. Your gown, gloves, shoes, and jewels had been thrown onto the floor, a thick blanket the only thing covering you. You sat erect, like a graceful statue, gazing at the city below.

Jumin waited for you to throw him out with your words again, but no such thing happened. You were completely silent. He wasn't much of a risk-taker, and he didn't pride himself on being one. But for you, he was willing to do anything.

Jumin stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, his eyes squarely on your figure.

You didn't make a sound.

He walked towards you, slightly shier than his naturally confident stride.

You didn't make a sound.

He sat down beside you and, without hesitation, wrapped an arm around your body.

Your statuesque figure faltered, and you crumbled at his touch.

"My love -"

"How could you," you trembled, covering your face with your hands. "We had planned this date for a long, long time now! How could you forget!"

Jumin didn't say a word. He hung his head shamefully and pulled you closer to him, grateful you didn't draw away.

"I looked like such a fool, waiting for you out in the snow!" You sniffed. "I, I watched cars come and go, and I thought, that's him! In that car there! But it was never you, Jumin, you never showed up!"

Jumin looked at you, sorrow and regret the only legible expression on his face.

"I'm so embarrassed, and so... I'm so disappointed, Jumin... and I've never felt so much... anger towards you before..."

You wiped at your tears many times over, but they continued to bombard you, and your vision blurred. "I'm so angry," you sobbed. "So, so angry..."

Your emotions pounded within you, overtaking you; you curled into yourself and trembled vigorously.

A soft thump. That's what you heard. He's gone, you thought, moving your hands away from your eyes.

But no. Jumin was still there with you, now on his knees.

"What... what are you -"

Jumin grabbed your bare foot delicately and kissed your arch once, twice, three times over. "Forgive me," he whispered fiercely, pressing his forehead against your cold skin. "Forgive me, MC. I was a careless man, a thoughtless man, and my foolishness meant leaving you out in the cold, waiting for me..."

Your lower lip trembled, and, as much as you tried to stop it, more tears came flooding down your cheeks.

"I hurt you," Jumin whispered, kissing your ankle, your calf, your knee. "I hurt you terribly, my angel... and I beg you to forgive me."

"Jumin..."

"I'm so sorry." His hot breath created goosebumps through your bare legs and up to your bare arms. "I'm so sorry."

You fell to the floor and tried to wrap your arms around him, but he was much faster than you. Jumin pressed you to his body, engulfing you entirely. You sobbed against his chest as feelings of anger turned into feelings of complete and utter devotion towards this man, your husband - your Jumin.

In his arms, you stayed until exhaustion overcame you. Jumin glanced down at you, lifting your chin to meet his eyes - you were fast asleep. Many thoughts ran through his mind - you needed a warm bath and a warm bed, who knows how long you had been standing in the cold. He needed to snap to it and make you as comfortable as possible.

But as he moved to pick you up, you pressed your head to his chest and let out a small groan. You were no longer crying, no longer in a state of despondency... no, you seemed to be in a place of peace. Perhaps he could treat you to a nice, warm bath, luxurious bedding, delicious food, and an enjoyable movie - whatever you wanted. For now, he wanted to watch you sleep. Indeed, he wanted to etch the peaceful expression in your face into both his brain and heart.

Besides - he was in an extremely uncomfortable position, his legs falling asleep and his back steadily aching. Yes, this well deserved, self-inflicted punishment would work magnificently.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mein schatz #jumin x mc #now i know i'm falling in deep

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shaggi · 3 years

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if i could stop time, i would

info ; eren x reader ; soulmates ; 1.8k

content warning ; end of the world concept, mentions of not really wanting to live lol, gentle angst

Day one. 72 hours until the world ends.

The world is going to shit. I know it is because I can hear the panicked buzz of mothers holding their children close and reassuring them as the news practically burned "we're all going to die" into our heads.

My fingers twitched as they held the dark blue fabric of my jeans. I'm terrified ㅡ as is the rest of the people watching the news ㅡ and it most definitely doesnt help when they plaster a large timer onto the screen counting down our days and hours left on our beloved blue planet.

"We never thought this day would come.. Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the end of the chapter." The words echoed into the back of my mind. 'The end of the chapter'? I havent even really lived my life? I'm only seventeen.. I barely made it to graduation. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs fully before releasing the built up pressure.

Theres a burning sensation on my waterline, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. My hands begin to shake when I think back to all the sleepless nights I spent not enjoying life. I took life for granted ㅡ and now it's going to end in three days. In seventy-two hours, it's all going to go away. That's not enough time to say all the things I didnt have a chance to say.

Wasted opportunities.

Wasted chances that I now no longer have control over.

My legs suddenly feel like spaghetti and walking seems like a foriegn topic to me. I just need to sit down, take a breather.

Who am I kidding. The storm inside me is raging on tonight and my hands have a handful of messy locks.

I catch glimpse of inked red calligraphy spelling out the name 'Eren' that is marked onto the inside of my forearm in small writing just an inch below my wrist. My heart swells with sadness.

The sense of realization settles in, practically telling me to 'let this sink in for a little'. I'm not ever going to get the chance to meet my soulmate. I'll never get the satisfaction of weaving their fingers with mine, to lay on the couch on cold winter nights with blankets drooped over our shoulders. Never get the chance to tell them I love them over and over again, to brush their hair behind their ears, grab them by the smooth skin of theirs and feel the fireworks of pressing my lips against their own.

I wont feel the sweet electricity course through me like people explained would happen when they touched their soulmate for the first time. I've spent seventeen years searching for this perfect person in the happiness of this little town. The universe promised a perfect person, they never promised me to meet them though.

The younger generations were lucky, for they werent born with marks. They werent tied to someone, so they dont have anything to lose other than the fact that they're too young to leave this world.

A crowd begins to pull outside, staring at the sky with both a mix of admiration and fear. The blue sky has begun to turn itself into a peach color. My town's happy vibe has now turned uneasy, scared, unsure.

That day, I walk home slowly when the sky begins to darken, taking the scenery of the autumn leaves disarray upon the concrete sidewalk. If the world is ending in three days, I'm going to make the most of it. Soak it up like a sponge. Do what I should've been doing these past seventeen years and love life for once ㅡ despite all the wrong. Despite the fact that I'll never graduate, and never meet my soulmate. I force myself to disregard the nagging thoughts that tug at my conscious.

I dont think about the fact that I'll never get a chance to buy my first apartment.

I dont think about how I wont be able to wake up every morning to make my significant other breakfast.

And I most certainly dont think about how I'll never be able to take my lovers hand at the alter and say with great pride, "I do."

Day 2. 48 hours until the world ends.

Today, I woke up early. Early enough that the sun still hasn't peaked over the clouds. They say that if you wake up early enough the day takes longer to end.

The aching pain in my chest never seems to cease. I laugh a little bitterly at the calander on the wall, I feel like its mocking me now. A part of me wants to rip the thing to shreds and scream until my throat is raw ㅡ but I said I'd make the best of these last days. So, I push these bitter thoughts from my mind and start up a warm shower.

Seventeen years of not wanting to be alive, and now I only have two days to live until the entire world completely goes to shit. Ironic, isn’t it? Why now am I so angry? The water is warm trickling down my bare body, as my shower thoughts continue treading forward to how I could make life better in less than forty-eight hours.

I walk down a different road today, deciding that routine wasnt necessary when the world is going to end in forty-eight hours. The countdown continues on nearby TVs, the bright white luminous against the dark morning sky.

It makes me feel anxious.

Destruction clouds my mind, but I bite my lip and hold my ground. This situation will not drive me crazy.

The town is a lot quieter than I expected, then again it's only 6 in the morning.

The day carries on just as any other day, the air seems heavier though. It's the night time that brings chaos.

You see, I've been walking around town all day blowing that last little bits of money I have on little things that have no purpose. The sky is the same sunset peach as it was yesterday, only barely hinting at a blue color.

There's a faint noise a few blocks from where I am standing, and at first I chose the ignore it. The yelling got louder and louder until I felt my feet pull like magnets to what was going on.

Chocolate hair, smooth tan skin shining under the soft orange of the sky, handfuls of someones shirt as this mystery man pinned some junky against the rough brick wall. His eyes held a killer glow, practically fuming from the ears. I was going to mind my own business, but then I saw the other strike at the brunette ㅡ and I dont know why, but I stepped in.

A surprise attack, a blow right to the face, maybe a minor bruise on my cheek from when the other decided to attack back ㅡ but soon he left. I turn my gaze back to the brunette who still sits on the floor, palms pressed into the concrete.

"I didnt need your help," he hissed, dusting his hands against the black fabric of his jeans.

"Oh you're welcome for saving your ass, wasnt a problem at all." My hand lifts to my face, pressing onto the bruise and wincing before squatting next to this stranger. "Is it bad? Let me see," The moment my hand makes contact with the others chin I feel the rush of electricity course through me.

Overwhelming is an understatement. Sweet emotions flooded through my mind but I can feel the pounding of fear in my veins, and bittersweet it was. When I retract my hand, I see that he's mirrored the exact expression I have; eyes blown wide, fear in the darks of his pupils.

"Eren..?" trying to keep my voice from cracking seems hard, and it comes out more like a whisper. This situation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Where the hell has he been for seventeen years? Why is he just now showing up?

Eren immediately sprung to his feet, taking a few steps back with no words to say. I snatched at his left arm, pushing the sweaters sleeve up and over his forearm to see my name inked in blue against his paper skin. "So.. you're my soulmate?" I promise I didnt mean to make it sound disappointed ㅡ but in a way, I guess you could say I was.

So many questions raced through my mind; but the biggest question of all was why? Why now of all times we could've met? Why must I be gifted with the worst luck.

Eren isnt a bad person though, and in the few hours we've spent together I can tell you this; His favorite color is red, he lives with his mother and a girl that his family took in when they were very little - who he loves dearly, he can play guitar very well, he looks absolutely adorable with his hair tied up, and that's only the stuff he's told me within the first hour.

Words cannot express how much I wished we could have more time together, but the bright TV clocks continue to remind me that our time is running out.

"There's nothing more I'd rather do than to spend my last moments with you," Eren whispered, golden flecks in his beautiful ocean eyes. His hand was held in mine as the pained expression washed over his face. Somewhere in the conversation led us to this point of heartbreak. We both explained how we wanted nothing more than to meet earlier in life, but apparently the universe had a different plan.

The idea of parting with Eren now just seemed like a waste, and I'd much rather take my dying last breath next to the one I looked for my entire life. Falling in love is easy when you've got nothing to live for.

The walk back to my house is silent, but it's a comfortable silence, and we never seem to let go of each others hands. The house is quiet and dark when we enter.

The rest of the remaining night we have is spent cuddled under the thick blanket of mine, Eren held me close to his chest as we whisper sweet things that wont mean much in a few hours. Chaste kisses are showered over the male as I remind him of how I never stopped searching for him.

He studied my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his palm onto my cheek and rubbing his thumb across the smoothness underneath my eye. I could feel my breath begin to shallow and my heart skip a beat. I loved the way his eyes sparkled under my dim-lit room, the way I could feel his heartbeat pulsing from how close we lay where, how steady his breathing was, and how gentle he caressed me.

Its bittersweet, and I never believed in the after life, but with him - maybe, just maybe, we will meet again in the next life.

#attack on titan #eren yeager #shaggis writing #shaggis cloud #soulmarks #eren x y/n #eren aot #snk #eren fluff #eren angst

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redwoodrroad · 4 years

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after i finished Jormag Rising, i uh wrote up something i immediately imagined--just like a wrap-up conversation between Rytlock and my commander. im really proud of it, but i don’t think it fits for ao3 where i would normally post fic, so im putting it here! if you’d like to give it a read, let me know what you think!

im also realizing it’s. a little similar in setting to the Rytlock’s short story segment that anet put out after season 4 episode 5, but who doesnt love a good talk by a fire--it’s low stakes, like having an emotional talk in the car because it eliminates the awkward feelings people have to face when they’re forced to look each other in the eye while talking about serious topics

anyway please enjoy <3 it’s no work of art, but i had such an influx of sudden inspiration that i really wanted to write it out, so let me know what you think if you’re interested in reading my take on how Rytlock feels about Ryland, the current situation, how fatherhood has affected him in this one instance, etc

Rytlock sat at the fire, hunched slightly and unmoving. Having been concerned for him throughout this Jormag-related escapade, Eridunis approached and sank down carefully beside him. They didn’t speak for a moment, but soon Eridunis looked to Rytlock and started,

“... Are you doing okay?”

Firelight flickered across Rytlock’s face, reflecting in his eyes.

“No. I’ll be honest, Commander: I’m not.”

“I’m... here if you want to talk,” Eridunis offered, sliding back a little to give Rytlock more room.

Rytlock shook his head. “I just can’t believe it... I can’t believe... the arc I witnessed—First Ryland was just getting too damn cozy with an Imperator; then he was joining that Imperator on some... some fascist brigade... Then I thought—Well, he must have been brainwashed so well by Bangar that he could be convinced to willingly awaken an Elder Dragon to—to serve Bangar... And then this. How the hell did it come to this...”

Eridunis paused for a long time. After thinking carefully, he replied, “I think... This was probably Ryland’s plan for a while now... Maybe not the whole time, but—Let’s be honest here, Bangar was never gonna be Jormag’s Champion—“ Rytlock nodded with raised eyebrows, unsurprised by the observation. “—I mean I definitely didn’t think for a moment that would end up being Ryland, but... He’s smart. He... knew what he was going to do when he entered that ruin. This was all... leading up to it.”

Rytlock went still again, still staring at the fire. He flashed back to fighting Bangar, beside Ryland for the first time, only to watch him step forward and accept the horrific mark of Jormag.

Sighing, Rytlock blinked and leaned back, out of his head finally. “Do you know why I—“ He started slowly but cut himself off to restart: “Did I... Did I ever tell you why I never... brought him up... with you or with anyone?”

Eridunis blinked too and thought about it, scoring his mind for an answer. He soon shook his head. “No.”

Rytlock looked past the fire. He paused but soon began to explain, gesturing, “You know it’s... not really in Charr... culture or whatever... to be all family and kid-raising and all that... You know, you got your Sire and you got the Dam, and when she has the kid, it... goes away, right? Gets raised to... join a warband and not get all caught up by family shit. That’s the way it should be.” Eridunis squirmed, not agreeing—but Humans were different. His life was different. “But when Cre had Ryland,” Rytlock continued, shaking his head slowly, “I... I couldn’t stay away. I just felt this... this tug... towards him and towards him and towards this... this idea of being in his life.” He looked to Eridunis, seemingly a little uncertain suddenly. “Do you know what I mean?”

Eridunis nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”

Rytlock nodded back and looked away, pausing before he continued, “Something was different though. Now when... when I was a cub like that... I was... the smallest, weakest little runt in the group—no one liked me—couldn’t do anything right... Not to get all pity party on you...”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eridunis cut in with a small smile.

“But Ryland... He was liked enough... He got on just fine—got along with people too... He didn’t need any help.”

Eridunis frowned, suddenly thinking of something. “I was... under the impression that you didn’t see him,” he started quizzically, “Which was why Bangar was able to swoop in and... you know, get close to him in the first place.”

Rytlock scoffed. “Remember all those times Logan came to visit Divinity’s Reach to see you and his brother?”

Eridunis instantly thought of all the times Logan came to visit throughout his childhood—he had so many stories for him... He always looked forward to his visits. Smiling a little awkwardly, Eridunis nodded. “I guess you weren’t just twiddling your thumbs, huh?”

Rytlock let out a huffy laugh. “Yeah, exactly. I went to check on Ryland and... well, Ryland is my oldest, so... I guess my big head put a priority on him for some reason...” He trailed off, but after a long pause he continued again, “I kept... thinking he would need help... You know, what I would have done to have my Sire see me get pushed around—but I’m not—I’m not jealous—“ He began snarling with his self-defense, “I’m not—not rubbing my paws together like some sort of angry jackass—“

“No, no, no—“

“—waiting for him to fall over so I can sigh in relief over not being the weakest Charr in my bloodline—“

“Rytlock, I would have never thought that!” Eridunis cut in finally as Rytlock waved his hand in sharp dismissal. Eridunis turned to him fully and put his hand on Rytlock’s arm. “Rytlock, seriously—I get it. You weren’t jealous, you just—you wanted to be a father.” Rytlock stared at the ground as Eridunis continued, “You... lived this life of fear and frustration—no one understood you. I get that—I lived that! You thought... that if Ryland would be anything like you—his Sire—that he would struggle through his experience in the fahrar. You expected he would struggle in the same ways you did—and when he didn’t... you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t jealous that he was doing better than you at that age, you... you felt helpless.” Rytlock flicked his eyes up towards the fire again, looking drained by the actualization. “He... He didn’t need help. You kept... imagining what it would be like to be a father in this culture that doesn’t have fathers, but when your own son acted in ways you didn’t expect and didn’t look up to you, you pulled back even more and got distant, and you’ll never know if you could have had a better life if only you’d been honest with yourself and with him when it mattered most—and oh gods, I’m talking about me and Logan.”

Rytlock looked to Eridunis with wide eyes. Eridunis froze, looking down while he processed what he had said. He soon looked up to Rytlock again, and Rytlock raised his eyebrows before he asked, “You uh... got a lot still going on with that, huh?”

Eridunis paused but nodded as he let his head fall a little. He then shook and started again: “Anyway—What I really want to say is... You don’t need Ryland to look up to you.” Rytlock deflated and shook his head. “Really—I know it’s not all about that, but... It’s not your fault that this happened. It’s not... by some failure on you as his Sire that Ryland has chosen this path. Whether he chose it all himself or fell into it through bad influence, it’s not your fault.”

Rytlock looked gravely sullen. “... I won’t be able to kill him, Eridunis,” he said lowly, shaking his head as he stared at the fire again. Eridunis was struck not only by the use of his name, from someone who has primarily used his title for the past few years, but by the stark realism of the statement. Rytlock shook his head again. “No matter what he looks like. He could be... undead... Risen—Branded... and I would still know it’s him.” Rytlock’s eyes grew wetter. “I’d still see my son and think there must be a way to save him.”

Eridunis hesitated but gripped Rytlock’s arm again as he replied, “Don’t think about it—that’s not... on the table... not... now. Just—focus on where we are right now.” Rytlock closed his eyes and nodded, scowling at nothing when he opened them again. “Listen,” Eridunis continued, “Ryland’s... current situation aside... This is not your fault. You didn’t orchestrate this, Bangar did—“

Rytlock nodded with another scoff. “Yeah, him I’m okay with killing,” he bites.

Eridunis let out a dry laugh. “—Yeah, really—But look: You did not do this to him. You didn’t... screw him up, Rytlock...”

Rytlock didn’t seem completely convinced, but he looked to Eridunis and gave his best impression of a smile. “I get it. I know you’re trying to help, and... I appreciate it. I appreciate you being here.”

Eridunis nodded with his own smile. He sat back again and felt the urge to continue: “I know nothing can replace him in your heart...” Rytlock stifled the urge to gag. “... But if it helps... I’ve always looked up to you.”

Rytlock swung his gaze to Eridunis in absolute shock. “... Real shit?”

Eridunis cracked a bigger smile. “Yeah. I mean, when Logan first took me to meet Destiny’s Edge in old Lion’s Arch, I definitely walked away from that calling you an asshole under my breath to Logan—“

“Wow, thanks,” Rytlock grunted playfully.

Chuckling, Eridunis raised a hand, and he soon continued, “But—after I saw you save his life when we went up against the Flame Legion, this man who... had always been in my life and who I don’t know what I would do without his influence... When you saved his life, I immediately started to see you as someone I wanted to be.” Rytlock’s expression softened beyond what Eridunis thought could have been possible. Eridunis finished, “If you need to feel like you’ve made a good impact on someone in your life... let it be me. Let it be—Rox and Braham and Taimi and even Kas and Jory—Arkus, even. Let it be Logan, Rytlock.”

“Even Canach?” Rytlock cut in jokingly.

Eridunis snickered. “Yes—despite the fact that Canach would rather jump off a ravine than admit that he has feelings, I’m sure he appreciates the friendship you have.”

Rytlock let out a laugh and looked away again. He leaned back, propping his hands on the grass. “... Thanks.”

Eridunis paused, hoping he’d finally said the right thing for Rytlock to heal from this. “... You’re welcome, Rytlock.”

Eridunis soon leaned back and mirrored Rytlock’s position, and they both stared at the fire for a long while.

... Soon, though, Eridunis started again: “If you keep stressing out like this, you’re gonna grow more grey fur.”

“Say that again, and I’ll gut you right here.”

“I’m just saying; you’re gonna look like a snow leopard by the time we’re done with all this.”

“I’m pulling out Sohothin right now��“

“Don’t pull a hip while you’re at it.”

“—throw your body in the lake so when you come back to life again, you’ll be frozen solid anyway—“

Eridunis laughed, leaning his head back, and Rytlock couldn’t help but laugh with him, both of them finally relaxing after a long and terrible night.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 fic #pact commander #rytlock brimstone #jormag rising spoilers #icebrood saga spoilers #redwoods words #eridunis tag #we're just all going to collectively look past the fact that the pic im using is in dragonfall okay cool #LOL i didnt take a good one during the story and didnt wanna go back and take a hundred

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years

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Star Tear AU - Alt. Timeline: Todoroki ver. [Part 1]

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Original transcript posted to tdmm discord: Aug 2020

Momo ver. Alternate timeline: Todo ver. Part 1 || Todo ver. Part 2 || Todo ver. Part 3

Star tears in which Todoroki falls for Momo first.

shortly after the exam with Aizawa he doesn’t know what he’s feeling but just admires her strength and quick thinking

and him hanging out with Deku and Iida at lunch means Todo hears all the nice and good things Momo does when she and Iida to discuss class prez stuff

which intensifies this ??admiration?? and respect more

and he just?? Holds onto those feelings unable to figure out what they are until idk maybe holidays where 1A and 1B throw that holiday hotpot party

and Momos really cute lookin’ in that Santa hat she made with the festive turtleneck

and so that feeling inside Todo grows into something more??? bc "oh shit she cute".... and Todo’s blushing while looking at her from afar. Probably.

so Todo talks to Fuyumi abt it and Fuyumi’s like: “I think you like her Shouto”

and he writes to his mom abt it and Rei's like: “she sounds like a lovely girl Shouto”

and he texts Natsuo abt it and Natsu's like: “aw little bro has a crush”

but all the while this is happening, Momo's gotten closer with Iida over class prez stuff and hero stuff and everyone in 1A (read: mina and hagakure) think iimomo might be a thing???

ofc Momo denies it and making excuses politely like "no no ofc not we're being responsible class prez and vice prez" but she’s kinda stuttery while doing so, so no one buys it

and no ones brave enough to ask Iida except Ochako but he gives some straight laced answer like "i admire her work ethic and respect her as a hero and vice prez" but he also has some tint of blush across his cheeks

so idk fast forward to graduation where Todo's been holding onto these feelings for Momo since first year and iimomo is still very very likely

so its all cherry blossom petals flying around and congratulatory celebrations

and when Todo sees Momo amongst the sakura trees smiling like he's never seen before (bc they're finally officially heroes!!) he thinks she’s beautiful

but just as he's about to approach her, Iida approaches her and Todo can see she's blushing and he knows its really not good to eavesdrop on one of his best friends and the girl he likes

But... he's curious.

or so he lies to himself.

Ofc what he hears isnt what he ever wants to,,,,

cuz Iida just confessed to her.

and she feels the same.

and a star tear slips from Todo's eye as he walks away.

he stops mid step as he touches his cheek bc he didnt even realize he was crying

but what are these tears??? What’s happening?? He's never had these before bc even though Todo is an emotional crier, he doesn’t cry that often.. only when he is completely overwhelmed with emotion

so he has this dumbfounded expression staring at his fingers as these star tears are twinkling out of his eyes catching sunlight and sakura petals

until he hears "Youre a fucking idiot" from a few steps away

Bakugou.

(Baku really likes eavesdropping ok its not the first time lol)

Baku: theyre called star tears.

Todo: You know what these are?

Baku: it happens when you like someone and that person doesnt like you back, idiot.

Todo: ... oh.

Baku: get that shit sorted or you'll go blind

(And for those who are curious, yes maaaayyybe Bakugou has a case of the stars in this timeline too, that’s how he knows. To whom? I'll let you decide bc honestly, I just want todobaku brotp bonding over unrequited love)

so now Todo thinks he might be fucked. One of his best friends confessed to the girl he likes too and she likes him back and now Todo has this disease that might make him go blind and might get in the way of heroing (which they've all secured post graduation positions by now) and what can he do about it?

nothing, says the doctor he sees. The disease is not curable and the only way to stop it is to have your feelings returned else you'll go colour blind and then completely blind, so he's told.

ya he's really fucked.

maybe its a good thing then, that he doesnt cry often. It makes it easier to ice over these feelings, freeze them in time with the memories of U.A.; of his last congratulations to her and her smile at the end of the ceremony an hour after he overheard that confession

maybe its another good thing that right after graduation, everyone went off to their own positions as side kicks with agencies across japan, focusing on heroing

but its 3 months after graduation that Iida tells Deku and Todoroki that he is seeing Momo when they meet up every Friday to catch up

its 6 months after graduation that its publicly announced in Hero Magazine that Ingenium and Creati are dating

its 9 months after graduation that he sees Iida and Momo attending the Hero Association's rising stars gala as a couple and are seated at the same table as them

(Bakugou is scowling at him across the table.)

Todo tries. He really does. To be happy for them.

but he's angry at himself that he can't be happy for them. That it saddens him to see Momo glowing under the ballroom lights but its not himself to make her shine like that, its Iida. That he sees she is the one to make Iida genuinely happy in the way his eyes light up when he smiles at her.

and all three times Todo goes home, lies down alone in his room, an arm slung across his forehead as the star tears leak from his eyes.

he starts to lose seeing colour at 12 months.

after 24 months he needs glasses for colour correction (and ironically gets a sponsorship with the brand. The fashion magazines print headlines for weeks "Hot-Cold Hero Shouto Fall Fashion! See page 7 spread for his newest spotted specks and turtle necks")

at 36 months Iida breaks the news. Iida's gonna propose to Yaoyorozu and wants him, Deku, and his brother to be his groomsmen

she said yes.

and a part of Todo washes away with the star tears flooding him room and twinkling against the tatami.

he tries to stay out of the wedding planning as much as possible. He'll go to the tuxedo fittings as requested and still keep up hearing the updates when seeing Iida and Deku for their weekly get together on Friday nights.

But for anything involving Momo's presence, there will always be a "sorry i have a mission that week", "sorry im visiting my mom", "sorry Endeavor needs to see me about the agency"

... all excuses Bakugou knows, but the others pay no mind. They are rising heroes near the top of the billboard by now

month 48. Wedding day.

she's stunning. Gorgeous. A near goddess walking down the aisle on her big day.

but she's not walking down for him. No its for iida.

there was the ceremony, the cheers, the congratulations, the reception. Fairy lights around the dance floor and along the walls, champagne glittering after the sound of a cork

Todoroki stands off to against the wall as the night dies down, a glass in hand, watching the newly weds grace the dance floor.

someone slides up beside him, he feels the presence. Bakugou.

"She's beautiful isnt she?"

"Yeah."

. . .

a star tear falls from Todoroki's eyes, twinkle hidden among the fairy lights and champagne glitter.

she's beautiful, but maybe its a good thing I can't see

somebody said: what if she knows everything that had happened and the reason why he couldn't continue his career is bc of her?

me: ok you’re asking for it

Momo, 3 months pregnant with iimomo baby, announces with Iida the news to their friends

the soon to be parents want to choose godparents for the baby so Iida gets to choose the baby’s godmother and Momo gets to choose the godfather

and ofc along with the announcement Momo asks Todoroki to be the kid’s godfather

he can’t say no to her.

the same week later Todo and Momo's agencies are requested to deal with this one villain case while Ingenium's agency deals with another in another town (later turns out the cases were connected)

small talk, civil, very professional between Momo and Todo when they’re in the debriefing

at this point Todo's pretty much completely blind and uses some special contact lenses from Hatsume to help "see"

but the contact lenses can only do so much as to detect light movement and shadows and it reallllllllly doesnt work well when he's using his fire

so Todo already had tossed around the idea of running away to the mountains like Roy did in the FMA 2003 ending, "mysteriously" retiring bc really his vision cannot keep up

until this last mission with Momo

and really its been nearly a decade now since they last worked together side by side (not since U.A. he thinks).. so just let the blind man be selfish one last time

and so smth smth missiom happens, Todo and Momo fighting side by side

but Momo senses there’s something off with Todo's movements? His reflexes are slower.. it doesnt seem like he's prediciting the opponents moves like he used to.. he's more so reacting and retaliating than attacking..

she chalks it up to that they havent fought side by side in a long time and his style must’ve changed and really, she doesnt know him anymore... not like she used to

smth smth 3 months pregnant Momo gets hurt, knocked unconscious for a bit

Todo saves her

and when she comes to, while Todo's holding her, star tears fall onto her cheek from Todo's eyes.

She's shocked. Reaches up to gently graze a finger tip at his left cheek.

"Todoroki-san, these are?"

and again its like Todo didnt realize he was crying. He jerks away from her hand and brushes her off with "its nothing”. Changes the subject with "are you ok?"

Momo: yes.. i think so

Todo: and the baby?

Momo, sitting up: we're ok I think

Todo, moving away: good

the mission concludes and they meet up with Ingenium’s group to wrap up the two ends. Todo slips away before Iida and Momo and approach him

theres no activity from Todoroki for the next month

neither Iida, Deku or anyone else in 1A know where he went except the Hero Association's vague comment on "Hot Cold Hero Shouto has taken a sudden indefinite hiatus"

(Only Todo’s family knows and Endeavor asked the Association to say "hiatus" instead of "retirement" bc Enji wants to believe in his son making a comeback. He didnt stop Shouto from taking off)

and ofc Momo upon hearing this is so confused??? Her last mission with him was the last time she saw him and he was crying. Why was he crying? Strange star tears twinkling and landing on her cheeks? What even is that phenomenon?

its too many questions and ofc Momo's gonna investigate. For the sake of her friend.

so she digs up all the texts she can find on star tears. Internet search all the possibilities. Consults the doctors at the hospital. Even asks Tenya if Todoroki has been acting strangely during their weekly catch ups.

but Tenya tells her Todoroki hasnt been the the meet ups since after their wedding

so she asks anyone in their pro hero circle of associates she can think of. Tsukiyomi, Burnin', heros from his agency, anyone she can think of that has worked with Todoroki before and could comment on his behaviour

no body knows. No body noticed anything different either. Sure there were some off days but the Hot Cold Hero Shouto was always on his game being one of the top 3 heroes on the billboard charts

she searches and searches, splitting time interviewing colleagues and researching the possible star tears phenomenon

until eventually her search takes her to...

Bakugou.

Of course.

Momo, pleading: please Bakugou, you know something about him dont you?

Bakugou, who at this point had been very careful trying not to get cornered knowing her investigation: save it pony tail, you’re about to have a baby. Go have people harass you about that brat in your oven instead of harassing other people

Momo, nearly begging: please. You and I both know he's strong and a good hero that would not suddenly retire. Whatever he is doing, he might need help.. please tell me Bakugou.

... theres something about pregnant women that you cant say no to.

Bakugou, relenting: tch. The half ass is somewhere in Yokohama

and thats all she needs nearly running waddling (as fast as a pregnant woman could) out the door

Bakugou, calling out after her, still reluctant: when find that half ass, i suggest you throw him a gift. Literally. Throw it at him. He deserves it.

she finds him along the port, watching the sunset in Yokohama (its really not that hard to find someone with heterochromia and two tone hair in a city, especially if youre a hero that knows what methods heroes will use to go incognito)

and for some inkling of a feeling, Momo takes Bakugou's advice. She has a carton of strawberry milk in hand.

Momo, a few feet away from him: Todoroki-san, it's been a while.

Todo, turning his head in her direction: Yaoyorozu...?

Momo, sadly smiling: the sunset is beautiful here isnt it?

Todo, brows furrowing: .. sure. Yaoyorozu what are you doing here--

Momo, interrupting him: --i brought some snacks. Strawberry milk, you liked this while we were in school right? Catch.

she tosses it at him.

he tries to reach out.

But he'es completely off. And misses

Momo, sad: Todoroki-san. You're blind, arent you?

Todo, guilty: ah.

Momo, tearing up: will you please tell me?

he still can say no to her and confesses his story

and when he's finished telling the tale of star tears, the stars above are twinkling too

she's crying and choking and sobbing through tears and its intensified by baby Iida with pregnancy hormones

But the last thing she manages to croak out at the very least is still wholly her

She apologizes

“Im so sorry Todoroki- san. I cant love you that way.”

“I know.”

END NOTES:

red is the last color Todoroki wanted to lose because it reminds him of Momo

during missions, as long as he could see her, “that’s ok” he thought. she is the only one he sees in color. that is okay with him

to him, Momo is his shining star. And there’s something tragically poetic of him losing his sight to the stars if its for his shining star Momo

He leaves the last stars in a tiny little jar like those paper stars as a gift for her with just the words on a note "goodbye Momo" the day after she finds him in Yokohama

Momo has the jar of stars forever on her bedside and looks at them with this melancholy expression. Baby Iida grows up and asks mom: "what is that jar of stars?"

Momo responds: "a gift from someone that was blinded by love"

Bakugou in this timeline had a case of star tears too but I'd like to think he got his feelings requited so he never went blind to contrast Todo

So thats why Baku is (begrudgingly) sympathetic to Todo cuz he thinks: “that could’ve been me”

The ending shot of a blind Todoroki in a dark room, all alone, eyes closed, thinking back to Momo's shining smile from UA surrounded by star light with a sad smile on his face and it fades to black

> archives masterpost

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #tdmm star tear au #ruiyukis unfinished aus #sorry not sorry #for spamming the tag #this ones my baby #angst angst baby #oops heres a bandaid for your heart #buckle up yall it just gets worse from here

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crowsent · 4 years

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Can you explain the color switch technique for theater more clearly? I'm going to audition for our high school play and I want a reliable way to act without having to relive my worst memories.

dunno when exactly you sent this anon, but i hope i havent responded too late.

SO. the colour switch technique. dunno if its an official name or whatever BUT its essentially used in theatre or really in any other scenario where you have to lie or assume an emotion that you’re not currently feeling. essentially, you have to play a role. but since you said youre auditioning for a play, we focusin on the theatre aspect of it.

the most common thing i see or hear people do when they need to play an emotion that they just aren’t feeling at that moment, is to think of a personal event in their lives that elicits that specific emotion. it WILL work, or at the very least, elicit a strong emotion that pushes you to make your scene more believable and more alive. now thats great if the memory or event is a happy one. thinking of the first time you ever held your baby sibling, or that time you had your first kiss, or that day your parents surprised you with a new car. genuine happiness, or the memory of genuine happiness can work wonders to make a scene look and feel organic.

but if the emotion is negative, its going to absolutely DECIMATE your mental health.

no matter how much you think that ‘its just for a scene’ or that it wont actually affect you when youre off the stage, using the “relive memory to recreate emotion” method can and will fuck your mental health sideways with a chainsaw. its BAD for you to constantly think of painful or sad memories. there’s rehearsals, the actual performance, and worse, memories of the play itself. associating the memory of a tragic accident or a bad fight to a scene of a play youre participating in IS NOT GOOD FOR YOU.

i did theatre back in highschool. my depression at that stage was also. uh. particularly bad. so the whole “relive traumatic memories to experience pain so you can act better” is TERRIBLE advise. dont listen to anyone who tells you to do it. it WILL negatively impact your mental health AND your memories of the play, and may even discourage you from participating in future plays yourself.

but you still need to find a way to channel those emotions.

in comes colour switch theory. or technique. whatever its called. my theatre directors were GODDESSES. they recommended this technique to EVERYONE and it WORKS.

the trick is to associate a particular colour with a particular emotion, or even facial expression. when you need to keep a stoic face, you picture the colour in your mind and chant it in your head over and over to not break character. when you need to be sad, just repeat the colour you chose for sadness over and over to get yourself in the mindset WITHOUT hurting your mental health. for me, some of the colours i chose were:

blue- sadness/loneliness

red- anger

black- nothingness

grey- fear

there are more, but lets focus on these four. blue is my favourite colour. but thinking of the colour blue it doesnt automatically make me sad, so i can still enjoy it when im off stage. to channel the emotion of sadness or loneliness that i tied with the colour blue, i think of sadness from inside out and her blue motif. i think of the blue colour commonly depicted for tears. i think of cold and i think of a single person all alone, curled up in a blue room, crying.

just talking about this made my body curl up when i was writing that paragraph. i am shaking, and i feel sad, but when i stopped thinking about that imagery, it stopped. because its not a painful or traumatic memory for me, i can just yeet the blue emotion imagery away from me when i dont want it. you cant do that with personal memories and thats what makes the colour switching strategy so good. you can act better but you dont have to hurt yourself to do it.

think of it as constructing a bubble in your head, or a room you go to when you need to feel something. for anger, i think of a red room. i think of that red emoji with the brows scrunched up and the teeth gnashed together. i think of being so angry you lose words. i think of being red-faced because you just cant control it. conveniently, anger from inside out is also red, so i can think of him too. i think of fire in my veins, hot and ready to explode with nowhere to go but loud, violent screaming. and as im writing this, i can picture myself on a stage just shouting at whoeever has done my character wrong.

same goes for black and grey. black is just when i need to keep a straight face. when i need to be stoic or unimpressed. and its just a black room. nothingness. i sometimes picture that black room in real life when i have to not laugh at something funny if the timing is inappropriate, or when i have to keep a strong facade when i want to cry. i picture that room of nothingness and my mind goes blank. and i can keep a stoic face. the grey room is fog and shadows just in the corner of my eye. its something closing in that i cant see because of all the grey swirling around me. i dont know if im alone. i dont know if i am safe because i can only see a foggy room.

all in all, mentally travelling to a room in your mind created for the express purpose of eliciting a specific emotion is better than just retraumatising yourself. and its really simple to create these rooms. you dont even have to use the same colours i did.

maybe you have more trouble with expressing lovey dovery emotions. you can make red your love room. think of red flowers on valentines day, the red heart decals you see on store windows, the red box of chocolate youd give to a lover. red is passion, red is life, and you can associate things like that with your red room if you want. its like a venn diagram. things you associate with red on the left, things you associate with the emotion on the right, and the things they have in common can be used to construct the imagery of the emotion colour switch room.

then you can just chant red red red in your mind and you think of the blush on the fair maidens cheek as her knight comes to rescue her. you can think of a scarlet dress dazzling everyone in the room, but the wearer only has eyes for one man. you can think of lipstick stain against a collar.

you can associate any emotion with any colour. my process was:

pick a colour

pick an emotion/facial expression

picture a small room in your mind

fill that room with things or imagery that match your emotion or expression

be as specific or as generic as you want

you can have a green room dedicated to irritation or envy or just the loose feeling that youre not completely happy. the reasoning can be just bc you thought of the phrase “green with envy” and thought itd be neat. green can be a mother experiencing the joy of holding her child for the first time because green=nature=nurturing=mother.

establish a connection with that colour. fill out your room and create the keyword to get in. im very unoriginal so my keyword was just chanting the colour name over and over in my head. if i say blue enough times i get sad, even if i dont picture the room bc my mind has formed a link to that state of being. and i can break away without much trouble bc the connection is just on the surface.

colour switch is hair chalk. reliving memories is hair dye. at the end of the day, both of them colour hair. but you can wipe off the hair chalk w relative ease but a thorough hair dye that produces vibrant colours cant easily be removed, even when you want to switch to a different colour, or maybe even lose the dye completely.

i would recommend picking an emotion or expression that youre not good at portraying, but dont struggle with as much for your first room. i am not good at expressing sadness, but im worst at expressing upset or anger. so when i first started my colour switch mindset room, i started with sadness. it helps me express an emotion that im not particularly good at expressing, while still being relatively easy for me to get the hang of. maybe try for the second or third worst emotion you express, build a room to channel that emotion, and establish your connection.

make it a well-tread path, essentially. first few times are gon be difficult, but the more you do it, the easier it gets. all i need now to fake-cry is picturing the blue room, saying blue a bunch of times, and making a face. then i cry. completely fake and not damaging to my health.

i hope this makes sense for you. if it doesnt, feel free to send in an ask with more detailed questions abt the parts youre confused about or anything else. same goes for anyone who happens to read this that has an interest in theatre. id rather answer a dozen asks of the same question than have any of yall do something so harmful to your mental health. if anything was at all confusing, please feel free to tell me and ill gladly clarify some more. stay safe and take care of yourselves. and to the anon who asked, i hope your play goes well

#crowsas answers #theatre

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shijiujun · 5 years

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history3 ep10 summary - POOR SHAO FEI AND TANG YI BB, this is what heartbreak looks like

I JUST ABOUT DIED. I DID. THE LAST PART WAS MAD - just this 30 seconds alone carried the entire fucking episode

We are at the halfway mark - Part of me doesn’t want it to end at all but I need to see the birthday cake and domestic scenes ASAP!! Currently I’m just enjoying the ride and so glad we get to see Chris and Jake and Andy and Kenny and everyone of those other hot and excellent actors in this show. I’ve never done a GIF or subtitled in all my years on tumblr before History3 - life changing this is what this show is and I’m so happy we’re all doing this together! Let’s make it through the halfway mark together omgosh excited guys!!!!!

Shopping scene with Shao Fei + Hong Ye: Hong Ye is telling SF to walk faster they go into a department store and she keeps changing clothes OMG LOL THEY ARE SO CUTE TGT!!! She wears smth with ruffles and then asks SF how it looks and then he’s like ‘why do u look like a seaweed’ and she’s like ‘who’s a seaweed you’re a seaweed’ and then she dances LOL and then LOL HE FELL ASLEEP WHILE SHOPPING WITH HER AND LOST HER omg Shao Fei seriously

They’re playing a game on the escalator this is the funniest shit and OF COURSE she brings him to a lingerie shop and omg Shao Fei so poor thing just sits there and OMG YAS HONG YE SISTER-BROTHER RIVALRY and she buys him UNDERWEAR and she’s like “hang on a second, this is too big for you, you need a smaller one” LOL BURN

Carpark/shooting scene: They’re almost like friends or something, although later after we see the hong ye and bodyguard ah de scene you’ll realise why she was speaking to shao fei like that (because she knew smth was going to happen and she thought everything was going to go to plan but who knew they were coming with guns) and anw, then the bullets start going off and shao fei protects her with all of his body like OH MY GOD - And wow the angle of the shot and how it struck SF is totally wrong and omggg this scene was faster than I thought JESUS CHRIST - is it just me or did Shao Fei get hit on the wrong side? Either they missed a scene or the bullet came from elsewhere

and then we get the scene of tang yi storming into the hospital and he goes straight for hong ye first, hugs her as she cries etc. and then hot doctor is there and when hot doctor is NOT SMILING YOU KNOW SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN - anyway, the nurse tells hot doctor that the surgery has been prepped, and then hot doctor nods and says ‘let’s go’ - and that’s when tang yi REMEMBERS AND LOOKS UP - “is that for meng shao fei?” And his look of absolute regret is ridiculous

and hot doctor just somberly nods

Police chief STILL DOESNT KNOW THAT SHAO FEI HAS BEEN SHOT omg he’s going around doing his usual shit and everyone is clearing shit with him and fuck he misses shao fei so much I like that they finally show that shao fei is useful in the office and everyone is dependent on him and then suddenly Yu Qi turns up because she somehow got the call that shao fei is in the hospital

Oh goddddd Tang Yi’s face as he sits there AND LOL Dao yi (glasses guy) knows police chief quite well he called him Brother Bao, and tells him to calm down and they will take care of everything but POLICE CHIEF AINT HAVING NONE OF THAT BULLSHIT he pushes dao yi aside and this is one of the only times he can legit grab a mob boss by the neck and not get shot at after - police chief loves Shao Fei so much you can tell he totally lost it and Hong Ye genuinely feels bad and she’s saying sorry over and over to him as tang yi sits there catatonic - tang yi is totally quiet

also not sure if you guys caught it but the older guy in the investigative team, the one who always kind of says smth subtly bad about shao fei, he shot a look to bodyguard ah de when police chief was confronting tang yi in the hospital - they are totally up to something, corrupt police!!!!

The rest of the investigative team - LOL Zhao zi: “wow I’ve never seen police boss chief grab someone so much larger than him by the neck” - Yu Qi really likes Shao Fei, she’s crying by herself at the stairs and police chief is the one who’s standing by Shao fei’s door the moment he’s out of surgery and he scoffs “what ‘they’ll take care of everything’? the moment they heard shao fei was going to pull through they all left’- he tells zhao zi that they’ll start investigating who the fuck was behind the shooting and reminds them all to be careful

Captain Shi: “those who dare to touch any one from the investigative team, I’ll bring them all back to the police station!!!!”

OMG WE GET THE SCENE WHERE TANG YI IS HOTLY WALKING AND RIPPING OFF HIS JACKET AND OH JESUS CHRIST BRASS KNUCKLES?!!! Anw here’s the gem oh my god: Tang yi comes in where the culprit is already seated and he tells everyone to get the fuck out (OMG YOU KNOW HE MEANS BUSINESS)

Ah De is like ‘boss, this is a small thing, let me do it’ - and he’s so damn insistent on interrogating the culprit himself even though tang yi is literally ready to set fire on the bitch you know and i’m like AH DE THAT IS SO NOT SMART YOU WANNA DIE?!

and well, we all called it - tang yi hears that and he’s like wtf and he gets mad, hauls bodyguard ah de off his feet and slams him against the wall and yells: “SMALL THING?! HE TOUCHED MY PEOPLE, AND YOU CALL IT A SMALL THING?!”

and bodyguard is like fuckkkk: “yes i’m sorry boss, i said the wrong thing, i’ll leave now”

and then he goes out and hovers by the door while tang yi puts on his brass knuckles and starts punching the dude who is yelling a bit like... not realistically HAHAHAHA - and omg Jack hit it right on the nail, he asked Brother De why he looks so worried and ‘jokingly’ asks, “why, do u know the person inside?” And Brother De is so angry and defensive - jack totally knows what is up

Brother de and Hong Ye meet up and here we find out that they ordered the hit on shao fei in a sense to get rid of him - they wanted to show tang yi that shao fei can’t protect anyone and then chase him away, but they were supposed to come teach shao fei a lesson with like wooden sticks and not guns - hong ye was a bit stunned by that as well and she asked ah de like wtf did you really want to kill me?! and ah de is like confused also, he doesn’t really know how the plan went wrong?! and hong ye is like, whatever, i will cooperate with you only up to here, if tang yi manages to get any answers, it’s all on you (like not cool hong ye, tang yi would totes forgive you if you just admitted it i think)

anyway, switch to the balcony scene with tang yi and jack, where jack asks who it was that ordered the hit, and tang yi says: “chen wen hao”

okay so my theory is that maybe chen wen hao really has smth to do with this - he kind of derailed the plan and changed it to legitly wanting to kil hong ye and shao fei (more hong ye than shao fei more likely) - but right now they dont know it they just think that they’re safe and their story checks out

Okay so Hong Ye and Dao Yi - Gosh she’s kind of a brat but I get where she’s coming from. anyway she leaves brother de and then dao yi is waiting for her in the carpark - the man knows he way better than she knows herself, and i think he knows that she had something to do with the shooting, but he didn’t say anything except to hint that she better leave shao fei up to tang yi and stop trying to interfere. hong ye is adamant that shao fei is a different kind of person from them, and dao yi is like: “that’s for the boss to decide. the way he treats him... shao fei is different to him”

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SOMEONE SAYING IT AS IT IS FINALLY NO MORE SUBTLE LOOKS AND SMILES SOMEONE SAID IT

and anw, hong ye manages to make this entire thing about her and how dao yi doesn’t love her - sister, i really get you and dao yi really needs to get his shit together, but srsly, a man just got shot for you because you were unhappy with his presence - and gosh unrequited (actually requited) love, but i get her in this part

but seriously, i get that she want shao fei out of the way but they way she did it was totally wrong, does she not know that tang yi is soft for him and cares for him like he has no one else before? she was willing to hurt him to make a point, and then ah de is - gosh dude get a grip

AND OMGGGGGG TANG YI’S FACE AS HE IS BY SHAO FEI’S BEDSIDE - this is what heartbreak looks like guys, he looks like he’s saying goodbye and his fucking expression - wow Chris did a fucking good job he totally looks heartbroken and as if shao fei died or smth, he’s holding his hand and air-tracing his nose and he looks like he’s going to cry - HE REALLY LOVES HIM GUYS - the emotion was really right on point

(and lol the chinese audience - they were scolding tang yi during the first part of the ep because he didn’t seem to have much of a reaction to shao fei’s injury and then when the last part came everyone went BATSHIT CRAZY)

what the fuck is going to happen next episode? i ask, but i know already - tang yi is getting ready to say goodbye to shao fei and push him away because he realised how dangerous it is for shao fei to be around him BUT OUR FAVE CHARACTERS WILL FIND SOME WAY TO BE TOGETHER AGAIN NO WORRIES I DOUBT THEIR BREAKUP WILL LAST MORE THAN AN EP

#history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #history 3: trapped #history3: trap #history3 spoilers #summary

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lollytea · 5 years

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can you tell us more about the snufmin kids, if thats okay?

Oh of course, of course!! i love those children so much dude!!!

[Original OC post]

Beginnings

-Torben’s origins are kinda a downer but basically his mom was a witch on the outskirts of a little village (real far away from moominvalley) who was killed after a lot of fearmongering. they raided her cottage afterwards and found baby torben and assumed him to be a child she stole.

- They couldnt find the “real mother” and he ended up in the care of a childrens’ home. He actually bounced around a few of them until he ended up in the home where he met with his future siblings. according to those working there, he had a rather unnerving stare and a lot of them felt there was something not quite right about him. (the rumor going around was it was something the witch had “done to him” and that “the poor child might never be the same”) he was a lot more sullen as a baby who didnt have much of an interest in toys and had a hard time connecting with the other children. He brightened up considerably when he found Birch and Essi

- Birch was an oddity from the start. (Species headcanon from here) Its natural for woodies grow in groups, usually from trees and bushes, so theyre biologically social creatures who are hardly ever seen alone. But Birch may have been a spectacle of his species, as he was formed in a moss patch and born all on his own.

- Another thing that was considered strange about him was his lack of imprinting. Woodies tend to latch on to the first “safe” person they meet, who then forcibly becomes their “parent”. (Woodies are produced asexually and have no “real parents” so finding a person of protection is often done as a survival tactic. It’s recommended that one stay away from woodies if one is not ready for children.) Baby Birch was discovered by a farmer and surprisingly did not take to him right away, like any woodie does. Actually he was rather standoffish and even bit if the old man touched him. He was sent to the home not long after.

- Space was tight and there werent a lot of cribs/beds to go around, so Birch didn’t have one to himself. Instead they just squeezed him into 2 year old torben’s crib for the two children to share. Here they became inseparable, with Birch, maybe not imprinting but forming a close bond with somebody and finally finding a source of comfort. He bit a little less after this. Likewise with Torben, who gained a caring gleam in his eye once he had a little one to care for. Even when Torben was old enough for a proper bed, he insisted Birch sleep with him and would not budge on the matter. The home gave in and allowed it.

- Essi’s origin was a simple one, of just being born at the wrong time. In a house packed with mumrik children, one more simply could not be accommodated. I dont want to say her birth parents were terrible people but with the amount of kids they had, they were rather jaded to a fresh baby face and werent too emotional in deciding they need to be rid of her.

- She was never an angry or intentionally misbehaved baby when under the care of the home. She just needed a lot of stimulation that she wasnt getting and tended to tear up her clothes, curtains and bedsheets. It was also concerning that she never cried, or babbled or made any sound at all. It had falsely interpreted as some fort of defect child. They didnt know if it was right to mix her with the other babies, seeing as with the damage her claws had already done, they felt she could be dangerous. She was left on her own a lot.

- The other two met Essi when they were caught stealing food from the kitchen and locked away on their own to think about how sorry they were. But being tight on space, the only isolated room was the one where Essi was kept. They had heard about her being “the baby who didnt cry” and were very intrigued. but upon further inspection of the wriggling little girl in the cot, Torben observed that she looked lonely. They wondered if she simply wasnt capable of crying, which would be awful if one wanted to express their sadness. After entertaining her throughout their isolation period, the two decided that she was now their baby. And they would be her siblings. They would all belong to each other. As a family.

Miscellaneous HCs:

-Torben sleeps like he’s fucking comatose. There is no waking him. Even when living with Moomintroll and Snufkin, he and Birch still share a bed and Torben kicks and Birch (a light sleeper) hates it. But no matter how much arguments and late night brawls this causes, they still refuse to get separate beds.

- Essi has a crib in Moomintroll’s room and sleeps there until she’s like 4. (She always magically ends up from her crib to her papa’s stomach by morning.) They tried to get her a “big girl room” when she was bigger but she didnt adapt very well as she couldnt sleep when she was alone. They had to move her into her siblings’ room. She slept soundly after that.

- Moomintroll and Snufkin often tell the kids stories from their youth, sometimes using anonymous names to work as “fictional stories” lest they frighten them (or for the sake of their own dignity). Essi is very disturbed by the story of the the hobgoblin’s hat, while Birch can only scoff and wonder aloud what sort of idiot was that moomin who went and put the thing on his head. Moomintroll stares dead ahead and refuses to meet eyes with a highly amused Snufkin.

- Early on in his training, Alicia gifts Torben with his own witch hat. With much excitement, he immediately plops the thing on only for his whole head to disappear under it. Alicia laughs, informing him only a fully trained witch can wear it properly and the hat will adjust accordingly once he’s ready. (The hat freaks Moomin the fuck out. He does not care for magical hats anymore.)

- Essi has a little stuffed yellow bird that Mymble got her, which she carries around (often in her mouth) everywhere. She named him Comet, based on the story of when her papas first met.

- Speaking of Mymble (the younger), she loves doing Essi’s hair, although it took her a while to get accustomed to the little mumrik’s big mop of curls and couldnt understand why brushing it was so hard at first. She’s familiar with it now and often weaves in little flowers and ribbons.

- Birch is very close with Snorkmaiden who thinks his flowering skin is very pretty and encourages his writing and curiosity. (Being a huge fan of the written word herself, mostly fairytales.)

- Moominpapa is also supportive of his eloquent grandchild (Splendid! Another writer in the family, eh?) but he’s a little more pushy and it takes a bit of chiding from moominmama to get him to stop saying “have you considered writing about Me??”

- Torben loves Snork. Snork.....hates Torben really. Well, its not that they hate him, its just that Snork has spent their entire life on this flying machine project and torben+flying broomstick= a mockery of it all. Not to mention Torben is annoying as fuck and spends way too much time pestering Snork about god knows what.

- Essi and Little My hunt bugs together. Lov the cronch

- Birch is afraid of thunderstorms. The whole family usually piles into his bed on thundery nights to make him feel safe.

- Once Torben is at an adequate stage of witching training, he’s allowed a familiar. Of all creatures, he chooses Essi, the closest thing to a black cat he has. She happily obliges and spends most of her late childhood, mid teens operating under this duty.

- Snufkin has composed a tune for each of his children that he plays when alone and thinking about them, or by their bedside and playing them to sleep. Torben’s tune is called ‘Bonfire in the Rain’ Birch’s is ‘Baring Shards of One’s Looking Glass’ and Essi’s is ‘She Who Stirs the Stars’

- To help with Birch’s collecting hobby, Torben enchants a little velveteen pouch an gifts it to him. It never overflows and Birch can fit the whole forest in there if he wishes. It’s very handy to carry around when Birch is vagabond. Extremely light luggage.

- Torben also gifts Essi with a locket encapsulated with the essence of a star. Just enough heat and light to illuminate her way and keep her warm at night. It’s her prized possession.

- Birch is ace and a he/him nonbinary. He’s not entirely sure if he’s aro as he feels pretty picky about close friends too. but romance has never appealed to him much.

- Essi is bi. She’s only briefly been involved with like 3 people before meeting the love of her life, Sislaf.

- Torben is as fluid as can be. He doesnt really have a way to describe his sexuality, he just knows that he loves and loves and loves a lot. He’s a bit like Mymble in the sense that he dates a lot and is always very naive and devoted right away, only to get himself hurt later. He’s quite sensitive about all that.

Futures

- Once the kids are grown, they do end up going their separate ways in life but remain close and visit eachother frequently. They keep in contact by letters. Birch is eternally pissed about his messy handwriting compared to Essi’s beautiful scrawl and Torben’s neat yet flashy one.

- Torben becomes the Moominvalley Witch, now that Alicia’s family have moved on to other places. He builds himself a small cottage on the outskirts so he can have time alone to think and brew. He’s still a walking distance from his parents home though. Flying distance if he’s feeling lazy.

- Birch’s travels become longer and in time and through word of mouth, the tale he tells become quite well known. He’s a famous storyteller now, whether he wants to be or not. Luckily, he’s begrudgingly embraced it (better than Snufkin did with his fame) and spends a lot of time in taverns, entertaining the regulars.

- Essi was the one who found it the hardest to grow up. Shes a family oriented person so she didnt want to be alone but she also dreamed of adventure and couldnt just drag her whole family along with her (especially her papas who were at the point where they just wanted to rest and settle down) But she found her calling. Criminal. Leader of a pack of criminals actually. Some were old friends from moominvalley, some she met along the way but Essi was lucky enough to find herself a group that became like a family to her. They traveled land and sea, doing all the righteous work and righting the injustices that Snufkin used to do. Only this time, its not just one little man. Its one little woman and her gang.

- The siblings meet up a lot, usually around a campfire where they share a pipe and laugh about nostalgia. Torben’s particularly good at animating the smoke into moving images, while Birch tells a story to accompany it and Essi claps along. And even when shes grown and tough, during moments like this Essi still feels the comforting warmth of being a baby sister

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strawberrystan · 6 years

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Richie finding Will’s drawings of Mike (Byler)

Imagine Will and Richie sharing a small, cheap dorm and being dormmates and one day Richie comes across all of Will’s drawings of Mike

[Mentioned/Implied Reddie, stenbrough and benverly]

Richie was in search for his wallet in their messy dorm and was looking on Will’s desk. That’s when he saw them under piles of paper.

Richie has a small heart attack because Will has at least ten drawings of him and they clearly made with a lot of care

And then it really sinks in and all Richie can think is ‘shit’

Yeah he was flirty with Will but he was flirty with everyone and he didn’t think Will took him seriously!

The panic sets in and he’s got no clue what to do because this is Will Byers the softest, sweetest person Richie’s ever met and upsetting him would be like murdering a bunch of fluffy kittens

Richie calls Stan because he’s ‘Stan the man, the jew with a plan’ and he’s Richie’s best friend, he’s helped clean up Richie’s messes more times than anyone

Stan comes over begrudingly but only because through Richie’s incoherent babbling he hears Will’s name and now he’s curious and slightly worried

And because Stanley Uris has a soft spot for Will Byers

Stan comes over and Richie explains everything. Stan sees the pictures and he’s stumped because what the fuck? What the fuck

Richie’s still a mess and all that Stan really manages to get from Richie is the he’s flattered, thinks Will is great but not like that and loves his boyfriend Eddie a “Shitfuck ton” in Richie’s words not his own

Basically he’s not ready to turn down the nicest person he’s ever met.

Stan is still trying to process all of this

He’s confused as shit because Richie?? Richie Tozier??? Really????

Stan’s decided he’s finally learnt Will’s only flaw. He has shit taste in men

“What the fuck am I gonna do Staniel?!”

“How am I supposed to know?”

Stan does noT fEeL pRePaReD tO DeAl WiTh ThIs ToDaY or ever

“What do you mean you don’t know what to do??!” “Well what do you think I can do?!” “Tell me how to fix this!” “Sew your stupid lips shut Trashmouth!” “Yes, thank you Stan that’s perfect.”

They’re both at a loss and at this point they’re just arguing so Stan calls Bill

Clearly Bill will know what to do, he’s their fearless leader and he’s always been good at guiding them in the right direction in Stan’s eyes

Bill’s quiet, just staring at the art for a long time. Stan and Richie both assuming he’s coming up with some sort of master plan

Bill looks up at them suddenly, his expression unreadable and then speaks “He- He’s a g-good dr- drawer”

Stan’s lost his faith in Bill and ten years are taken off of Richie’s life.

They decide to call Mike and Ben for this

They feel stupid not having gone to them first. Afterall, Mike is the go to for emotional support and Ben’s got a way with words unlike any other

Ben of course, brings Bev who is a laughing mess at the whole situation

“This is- This is just to good! How did this even happen Richie?” “He was born. It all went down hill from there.” “Now is not the time for your fucking attitude Stanley”

Bill’s still being incredibly unhelpful, flipping through all the drawings instead of assisting in anything “Why isn’t Richie wearing glasses in any of these?”

Ben, always optomistic and nonjudmental gives a theory, “Maybe he can’t draw glasses very well?”

Stan, the fucker, has his own opinion “Richie’s less ugly without glasses”

Richie flips him off “Shut the fuck up Stan, you had a thing for me when we were thirteen and we all know”

Stan fake gags but doesnt deny it and Richie’s smiles smugly

Luckily Mike’s there and gets them back on track

They’re in the middle of discussing what to do when a pissed off Eddie Kaspbrak enters

Richie was supposed to meet him almost an hour ago for coffee

All the loser go quiet, even Bev which is a testament to Eddie’s power when angry.

Everyone knows that shits about to go down. Eddie gets jealous easily and really, who could blame him with Richie’s flirty nature.

Eddie’s annoyed but also confused at the group gathering “What the fuck is going on here?”

Mike, the saint that he is, steps up and takes one for Richie the team. His voice calm and soothing as he explains the situation

Eddie stomps over to Will’s desk and is practically glaring holes through Will’s art. Which honestly, Eddie thinks are beautiful.

If the situation was any different he’d probably be asking Will to keep one. However the situation isn’t different

And of course Richie was going to get himself in shit eventually and of course it had to be with Will

Eddie’s feeling a mixture of anger towards his boyfriend and sympathy towards his new friend Will, he’s been in the same boat as Will with Richie in the past and it was not fun

“Richard,” And holy shit! Eddie had only ever used Richie’s full name twice in all his years of knowing him. Richie is screwed, so very, royally screwed

“My sweet spaghetti let me-”

“Shut up.” Richie has never closed his mouth so fast in his whole life “I like Will Byers, we have english together. He’s my friend and he’s a wonderful person. I swear to god if you are an insesitive prick about this or crack some goddamn joke with him I will cut your dick off and feed it to the birds.”

Stan looks thoroughly disgusted and offended by that threat and Beverly is gone, her cackles filling the room

Mike looks tired.

Very, very tired and he finds himself thinking he should have stayed on the stupid farm

Richie is a mixture of terrified and turned on, Eddie always got this look in his eyes when he was mad that made Richie a little weak in the knees

Now the seven of them are all crammed into the room, writing out ideas on what they can do. Stan complaining about the lack of space and Bill, who is practically sitting in his lap, agreeing

They suck it up though. Because a loser and and a newer but still good friend are in need

When Richie hears keys jingling and a muffled but undeniably Will voice laughing and saying “That makes no sense at all Mike” he panics and crumples up the page of ideas, shoving it into his mouth

Eddie smacks him hard and forces him to open his mouth so that he can grab it by the very tips of his fingers, attempting not to gag

Ben’s a sweetheart and takes it from a disgusted Eddie

When Will opens the door his eyes widen, confused beyond belief at what is going on

Will’s eyes are darting everywhere trying to grasp the situation at hand.

Bill is sitting in Stan’s lap giving him a sheepish grin, Beverly silently laughing to the point of tears and Ben trying to calm her down. Eddie was glaring at his hands and agressively scrubbing them together

Richie was looking anywhere but at Will, the oposite of Mike who was starring directly at him as if he was in The Office

“Uhm... Richie? I thought you were... going out today?”

Richie didn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact and Will’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion

“I was gonna hang out with Mike here. But if you’re busy.”

At his name Mike Wheeler peered into the room and everyone had to do a doubletake at the lanky guy standing next to Will

They were all caught in the middle of an awkward starring contest beore Richie blurted out “Oh thank fuck for Mike!”

The losers decided to make their exit now, all saying an awkward hello to Will and his friend as they left, Stan stopping to apologize to Will before leaving with the others (he may have tidied up Will’s desk a little. But just a little.)

Now the only people left were Richie, Eddie, Will and Mike. It was quiet for a moment

“You have no idea how glad I am to have a doppleganger right now. See, I saw all your drawings and I thought it was me and that you were madly in love with me”

Will’s face was unbelievably red and Mike’s face was twisted in confusion. Eddie starred at the two, eyes widening as he realized Mike didn’t know

Mike didn’t know

“Turns out you’re just hella gay for Mi-” Eddie elbowed Richie a little harder than necessary

“We should go Richie!’ The two practically flew out of the room leaving Will and Mike on their own

“So... you draw me?”

Will is a flustered mess but he manages to nod

“Can I- Can I see them?”

Will goes over to his desk, legs feeling like lead

When he sees that Stan has organized his desk he thinks he should be uncomfortable or annoyed but a warmth settles in his chest, calming him enough to scoop up the pages and bring them to Mike

When Mike sees them he’s speechless, they’re stunning

“You... You really think I look like this?”

Will looks up at Mike a little confused and sees the insecurity in his face. “Well kinda... I think you look better.”

Mike’s head whips up to stare at Will who gives him a small shy smile

“I hope one day I’ll be able to get at least half of your charm and allure into my pieces.”

It’s quiet after that before Mike blurts out “Can I kiss you!”

Will’s eager and so is Mike and so there heads bump at first but on their second try their lips are brushing together and Will lets out a happy sigh as Mike pulls him closer a mantra of finally running through both boys heads

They’re interrupted by the door opening, Richie’s head popping in

“Forgot my wallet!” Richie at least looks a little bashful but that’s soon gone as he calls out “Get some Byers!” Before slamming the door behind him

Mike and Will can hear Eddie scolding him as they walk away

The two look at each other and burst into laughter, Mike wresting his forehead against Will’s and looking at him with affectionate eyes

Will thinks that next time he’ll highfive Richie when he makes a terrible joke. But just the once. Just so that they’re even

Before Will can think into that much more Mike’s lips are meeting his again

Okay maybe two highfives

Wow this ended up getting really long and out of hand!! I was only thinking of writing a small paragraph worth but now there’s this... hope you liked it though!

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Sweet Pea (17/34)

Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: warnings for this chapter include anxiety and more angst. thanks to @snowbunnylester for editing this for me! The lyrics at the beginning of this fic are from the song Lantern by The White Birch!

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Chapter Seventeen

I watched the lanterns tilt through days of darkened guilt. I prayed for newborn skies to lift me up so high.

Phil didn’t end up texting Chandler back that night.

Perhaps it was the fear; the fear that had never left him, digging under his skin, melding into his bones. It was a part of him now, tearing deep through his mind, ripping him to shreds until there was absolutely nothing left to be salvaged.

Dan had tried to patch him up as best as he could, stitching him up with affection, telling him how much he meant to him. He put plasters on Phil’s heart in the form of piano playing and reading aloud, except he wasn’t a surgeon and he didn’t seem to know where to put them, so Phil’s heart continued to shatter, crumbling to the floor like rotting wood. It was inevitable, and there was nothing Dan could do about it, but he tried his best anyway, picking up the broken pieces and trying to glue them back together, not caring that the same pieces kept crumbling and he was just repeating actions with no real resolution.

Nearly a week had passed before he finally decided to text Chandler back. He barely left his flat, only doing so when he had work. He was grateful for LaBella’s then, for not firing him when they heard about the police coming to Phil’s home, but also because they allowed him to change his hours to work lunches so he didn’t have to work with his ex best friend.

Since he’d quit school, he had a lot of free time. Since Dan still had school, Dan didn’t have a lot of free time. So Phil worked during the times when he would have school, and when Dan got out, Phil would cling to him like a static-filled blanket. Phil had turned into an actual child, but Dan never seemed to care. He was just too soft and caring for his own good, and Phil vowed to himself that he would make it up to Dan one day.

Phil was alone when he decided to finally man up and text Chandler. He refused to call her his best friend anymore, because he didn’t think that friends were supposed to screw their friends’ boyfriends. He took a deep breath, staring at Chandler’s name in his phone - he had long since deleted the threatening text because it hurt to much to look at it, but now he was ready.

He was ready to know what the fuck was going on.

So with his heart pounding hard in his chest, Phil typed out a message and sent it before he could talk himself out of it. As soon as he pressed the little send button, he threw his phone across the room, and hid under the blankets of his bed so he could hide from his problems.

Phil Lester - 1:54pm

Hi. Can you please explain to me what happened and why you decided to sleep with my boyfriend? I’m really hurt.

Even when he heard his phone chime from across the room, alerting him of a new message, Phil still didn’t look at it. He didn’t look at it until he had calmed down the racing in his veins and he could think just a tad more clearly. Only then did he stand up to grab his phone, closing his eyes before looking at the message, just so he could ground himself a little bit.

Chandler Jones - 1:56pm

I told you before. You werent appreciating him. You made him upset more than not. And then, after treating him like shit, you accused him of abuse? Youre so ungrateful and its no wonder he wanted to find someone better

Phil bit his tongue and fought against the dumb tears in his eyes. Stay strong.

Phil Lester - 1:57pm

You knew i loved him though. So why would you sleep with him when youre supposed to be my best friend? And why would you hide that from me?

Chandler Jones - 2:01pm

He didnt want me to tell you. And frankly he deserves better than you.

Phil Lester - 2:02pm

I thought you were my friend.

Chandler Jones - 2:04pm

Yeah well things change.. Get over it.

Phil set his phone down and pressed his palms into his eyes. He was quivering, had been quivering nonstop for a week now, and he couldn’t seem to stop it at all. Everything that he had known before Nico had come into his life had been torn down in a fortnight. He didn’t know who his friends were, didn’t know who he could trust.

Nico had taken all of that away from him.

Suddenly, he was angry. He wanted to kill, to cause destruction. He wanted to throw things against the wall, like the phone Nico had shattered only months ago. He wanted to grab Nico and scream at him, he wanted to shout about how he used to be normal, but now he couldn’t remember what ‘normal’ was, or how to get himself out of this awful funk he’s found himself in.

He was taken back to those few days at his mum’s house, those days where he was left in a limbo, unsure of where he stood with Nico. He had been empty, had dropped out of school, had gotten piercings that he knew Nico hated. He wasn’t himself anymore - he was this person, this machine, who was just doing things recklessly without feeling.

He felt like Nico had felt after his dad had gotten arrested. Without emotion, numb. He thought about how Nico had said there was no feeling in his chest aside from the numbness, and how he had no hope. Phil felt like that now. Devoid of hope. Devoid of emotion. Cold, reckless, uncaring.

He didn’t want to be like this, damn it. He just wanted to feel something again.

Without thinking about it, Phil grabbed his phone once more. He screenshotted his text messages and sent them to Dan with no context. He knew that Dan would understand. Afterwards, he deleted Chandler’s messages and the screenshots. He didn’t need them anymore, and he would rather not be reminded of what his friend had done to him.

He opened up a new text message, a blank slate, one for someone he had never messaged before. He narrowed his eyes as he typed up a message, ignoring Dan’s incoming text, ignoring a few extra messages from Charlie, who had been trying to text Phil every day to no reply. Phil was desperate. He needed to be wanted. He needed that hole in his chest to be patched up.

He needed to be normal.

Phil Lester - 2:15pm

Hey Jace! Sorry it took so long for me to text you. It’s Phil from the tattoo shop- you pierced my tongue and septum :-)

Jace Owens - 4:56pm

Do you want to get lunch with me this week?

Phil Lester - 4:57pm

Id be honoured :)

“You need to go outside.”

“I do not need to go outside right now.”

“Phil, you haven’t been out in like a week. It’s unhealthy.”

Phil glared at Dan from across the table, dropping his spoon into his bowl of cereal. If looks could kill, Dan would have dropped dead right then. He didn’t want to go outside. Didn’t Dan understand? Besides, he went out for work. That was enough for him. “I told you that I don’t need to go outside, Daniel.”

Jace Owens - 5:00pm

Yay! What kind of food are you into?

Dan sighed as Phil picked up his phone to read the text message he’d just gotten. It seemed like he was sighing more often than not these days. Phil was worried that Dan was getting tired of him, that he didn’t want to be here anymore. In all honesty, Phil wouldn’t blame him if that were the case. He knew that he wasn’t the best person to be around right now, so Phil would hold no grudges against Dan if he decided to get the hell out of their friendship.

But Dan didn’t say anything of the sort. Instead, he just smiled calmly at Phil, a patient expression on his face. Phil gave major props to Dan for never losing his cool with Phil. “We’re almost out of cereal,” Dan told him, the ‘we’ forming on his tongue like it was meant to be there. “So we should go to the store. Unless you really want to run out of Shreddies again?”

Phil Lester - 5:02pm

Anything that doesnt involve cheese, ill be good

Jace Owens - 5:03pm

so no pizza? Shame on you

Phil didn’t want to give in. He really fucking didn’t. With his eyes trained on Dan’s smiling face, he picked up the box of cereal and shook it lightly. Dan was right. The box was nearly empty, probably only a single bowl left. Phil knew that he needed to go to the store if he wanted to get his fill, and he growled through his teeth. “Fine,” he muttered, taking another angry bite of cereal. “But we grab everything and get out of there as quickly as possible. Deal?”

“Deal,” Dan responded, smiling widely. His eyes sparkled in the lighting of the kitchen.

Phil Lester - 5:09pm

Cheese is an exception on pizza

Jace Owens - 5:13pm

Then prepared to be pizza’d up!

Phil Lester - 5:15pm

My body is ready

After much complaining and grumbling on Phil’s part, Dan finally dragged him out of the flat with a hand on the small of his back and a long, hard look. Phil had spent the entire morning acting sick to his stomach, just so that he wouldn’t have to go outside, but Dan wasn’t having it. He had called Phil a liar. Phil wasn’t a liar. He just liked to twist the truth a little bit. He’s been feeling sick to his stomach all week, though it wasn’t necessarily directly connected to going to the store.

But now they were in the store and Phil felt like he was a walking funeral. His lips were set in a permanent grimace, his eyes downcast. He was dressed in all black today, which truly reflected what he was feeling. He let Dan throw groceries into the basket without paying attention to what was being put into it. He didn’t really care at the moment, just wanting to get this over with so he could go back home, bury himself under the blankets, and watch the entirety of Regular Show until his eyes fell out of his head. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

Dan was chatting about his classes and how he was trying to figure out his timetable for the next term. Phil didn’t really understand all of the theatre talk, but he liked the way that it made Dan waffle about, ranting about all of the things that he was interested in and excited for. Plus, it filled the silence, so Phil couldn’t really complain too much.

“Do you think you’ll ever enroll in uni again?” Dan asked nonchalantly, taking Phil off guard. Dan’s voice wasn’t judging at all. It was warm and inviting, which was the only reason Phil didn’t get mad at him, he reckoned.

Phil shrugged. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He wanted to enroll back in school, but he didn’t think he could handle going to the same university that Nico went to. He didn’t think he could pay attention in class or do his revisions or anything, really. At this point in his life, he just needed a break more than anything. Some time to himself, a way to just relax and worry about his own mental health. “I’m not sure,” Phil said quietly. He would voice all of his thoughts to Dan, but his tongue couldn’t seem to form the words. So instead he just murmured, “Maybe once I get out of this funk I’m in.”

Dan smiled brightly at him. It always seemed like whenever Phil couldn’t bring a smile to his face, Dan would always grin for the both of them. It was nice, but it made Phil feel guilty. He couldn’t help but feel as though Dan deserved better than this, that Dan shouldn’t be forced into the role of a fucking caretaker. “Well, just relax for now. You don’t have to worry about that for a while, okay?”

Phil was already planning on that. He didn’t really care in all honesty, so Dan’s reassurances didn’t do much for him. He appreciated the sentiment though. “Thank you,” Phil told him earnestly, giving him a tired half-smile.

He went to look back to the ground so he could continue walking with his head down, but he caught sight of a familiar head of blond hair before he could do so. His eyes widened and he shrunk down beside Dan, trying to blend in with Dan’s frame. His heart was nearly leaping out of his chest, bile rising in his throat. He needed to keep calm, damn it. “Hide me,” Phil hissed to a very confused Dan.

“Erm-?” Dan started, but he listened despite his confusion. He opened up his jacket and wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, drawing him into his side without question. His eyes were looking around nervously, probably searching for the offending person, but Dan didn’t know who Ledjon even was, so he wouldn’t understand.

Dan was warm. He always was. Phil was always cold, so he liked being close to Dan. He was a bit like a vampire, sucking up all the heat he could get.

“What’s wrong?” Dan whispered to him, and Phil shook his head. They were getting a few weird looks from other shoppers, but Phil tried not to pay attention to them.

He couldn’t speak. He was far too anxious, too shaky, to try to even formulate any words. He would do anything to stop Ledjon from seeing him, even if that meant he had to start running at top speed as soon as he could. He kept his head down, his eyes flickering from side to side as if he could see anything from where Dan had tucked him under his shoulder. They probably looked completely and utterly ridiculous.

But that didn’t matter, and God hated him apparently, because suddenly there was a voice speaking beside him, and Phil nearly jumped out of his skin. “Phil? Is that you?”

Phil jumped backwards, knocking Dan backwards and nearly making him crash to the ground. He stared at Ledjon with his eyes wide, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t want to be here. This is why he shouldn’t go outside. Damn Dan for making him do this when he wasn’t ready!

Dan caught his balance rather than falling, and stepped in front of Phil because apparently he was his bodyguard now. “Who are you?” Dan asked bluntly, and Ledjon cocked his head in confusion, his eyes flickering between Dan and Phil.

“Erm,” he started hesitantly. “I’m Ledjon? Are you two…?”

Phil shook his head and swallowed, trying to man himself up so he could actually speak and act like a normal fucking person for once. He needed to face his fears, no matter how much he would cry afterwards. “No,” Phil said flatly. He cleared his throat because his voice had come out a bit raspy and it made him sound like a fifty year old smoker. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m shopping,” Ledjon said nonchalantly. His eyes flickered back over to Dan and he pursed his lips. Dan was glaring at him with an aura of protectiveness, and Phil didn’t know how Ledjon didn’t burn to the ground under that gaze. “Can we… talk somewhere?”

“I really don’t think he wants to talk,” Dan interjected. Ledjon sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair. He seemed tired. “Look, Phil. I know about Nico. But I also know that you didn’t deserve what he put you through. So can we please just talk?”

Phil felt like the world had suddenly stopped. He stared at Ledjon, frozen, unable to formulate any of his thoughts. Instead, he gaped at him, his mouth slightly ajar. His head hurt. Ledjon knew? About Nico? But… what exactly did he know?

“Don’t do it if you feel uncomfortable,” Dan murmured quietly next to Phil, his voice soft and supportive. Phil was grateful for that. At least he knew that if he needed somebody to be there with him, then Dan would always support him.

Staying silent and gnawing on his lip would not help him this time. So with regret and mild curiosity, Phil opened his mouth. “Fine,” he said, a cold edge to his tone. He didn’t fully trust Ledjon, especially because Ledjon was Nico’s roommate. “But only if Dan can be there too.”

Ledjon cast a glance over at Dan, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Phil didn’t blame him. He knew that they looked very close, much closer than normal friends, but there was nothing he could do about it. Dan was his best friend, his protector, and if he made Phil feel safe then he was going to keep him around at all costs. “Okay,” Ledjon said eventually, drawing out the word. He didn’t quite understand, but he didn’t need to understand everything. “Did you want to grab a coffee or something?”

Phil looked in the basket at the cheeses and pasta and milk. He set the basket on a random shelf. “Sure,” he said quietly, despite the fact that they had just wasted their afternoon shopping and would need to come again later. He just wanted to get this over with.

They ended up at a little coffee shop around the corner from the stores. It was called The Cup and had a little steaming mug of coffee on the sign. Phil had never been there before, but he could tell by the lack of people inside that this was probably not the best coffee shop in the world. But still, it was coffee, and he couldn’t complain when Ledjon was offering to buy both of their drinks with a soft smile and the assurance that it was okay.

They sat at a round table by the window, and Phil found himself leaning into Dan, trying to get away from Ledjon the best that he could. He lifted his coffee to his lips, but his hands were shaking so badly that he ended up spilling it all over his shirt. Dan handed him a napkin without a word, giving him a soothing smile.

“So,” Ledjon started, watching as Phil dabbed at his shirt. Phil froze, because this was it. He was going to figure out what Ledjon wanted to talk to him about. “You and Nico broke up.”

It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. He wasn’t asking about it, he was just stating a fact. And yet Phil felt the need to answer him anyways. “Yes,” he said quietly, flinching at the bluntness. Even the thought of how they’d broken up made Phil’s head start to hurt and his stomach begin to churn. He didn’t like to think about it. In fact, most of the time he didn’t. He would prefer to just ignore what had happened.

Dan put a hand on his and squeezed, and it was then that Phil realised he had been digging his nails into his thigh, forming painful little crescents into his skin. Dan didn’t let go, holding his hand under the table out of the eyesight of Ledjon.

Ledjon hummed, biting at the skin of his lip. He seemed contemplative, staring into his mug of coffee with a conflicted expression. “Do you… do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his cheeks turning red with the question. “Excuse me?”

Ledjon groaned then and pushed a hand through his blond hair. He seemed frustrated, at himself more than anything. “Alright, I’m gonna be straight with you,” he said, tugging at a lock of his hair. He glanced up and met Phil’s gaze, turning serious. Phil’s anxiety worsened with just those words, buzzing in his head like an angry wasp. His vision got a bit blurry. “I know what Nico’s done to you. And I’m on your side.”

Just like when Phil had told his mum that he wanted to quit school, everything stopped. Dan’s hand tightened around his own, but rather than feeling comforting, it felt suffocating. The walls of the restaurant were moving in on him, shrinking, trying to bury him alive. He gulped and it was harder to breathe than it should have been. He cleared his throat to hide his inner turmoil and instead let out a shaky, “Oh?”

He didn’t know what Ledjon was referring to when he mentioned what Nico had done to Phil. Did he mean the breakup? How Nico had slapped him that one time? Or how Phil had just let him get dragged away by the police? There were just too many options, and Phil had no idea what Ledjon was going to say.

Ledjon smiled at him, putting his chin in his hand. Phil watched as he rubbed at his facial hair with his thumb, smoothing it down. Phil liked to imagine that Ledjon had a cat on his face that he was petting or something. “Let me tell you something,” Ledjon said, his eyes flicking over to Dan as well. “I know it’s hard to come to terms with, but I want you to know that you’re not overreacting, you’re not looking for attention, and your feelings are valid. I know you must feel guilty for the break up, but it’s not your fault at all. Nico did this to himself. He did this to you. You have a right to be upset and nobody is going to blame you for that anymore. Now you can focus on yourself and getting better, and you have people who love you and will support you no matter what.”

Phil stared at his hands in his lap, stared at the way his and Dan’s hand were still intertwined. He felt like he needed to cry. Except there were no tears forming, his eyes just felt sticky and his heart felt heavy in his chest. He didn’t know what to say, his mouth as dry as his eyes at this point. So he cleared his throat again, kept his eyes trained on his lap, and muttered, “I know you’re Nico’s friend. You don’t have to just say this stuff to me to make me feel better. I’m just being overly sensitive and putting it on other people.”

“Phil, no-,” Dan started, but Ledjon cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I’m not just saying that because I want to make you feel better, Phil,” Ledjon said quietly, but in a stern voice. Phil saw him lean on his elbows out of the corner of his eye. “I’m saying that because I know how you feel.”

At that, Phil’s head shot up and he regarded Ledjon with a look of alarm. His head was spinning with his new knowledge. What did Ledjon mean by that? “You what?”

Dan was staring too, his eyes wide, probably confused out of his mind. He had no idea what was going on or why this random guy was suddenly talking to them, but he was listening valiantly, prepared to be Phil’s watchdog at any given time. Phil appreciated that more than he could ever express.

There was a weary expression taking over Ledjon’s face. His eyes turned downcast and Phil could see a river in the blue of his irises. His eyebrows furrowed and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He licked his lips and gnawed on them just a bit more, the definition of nervousness. “Do you remember when I got that black eye?”

Phil nodded, his throat clogging up. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

Ledjon exhaled through his nose. “When Nico found out that I had told you to be careful, he ended up confronting me. We fought for a bit and I told him that you didn’t deserve to be destroyed by him. He ended up punching me so hard that I blacked out for a bit.” Phil opened his mouth and then closed it again because Ledjon wasn’t done. “Not the first time that’s happened, to be honest. But that’s beside the point. The real point is that he’s not a good person. He’s manipulative and selfish and he likes to be in control of everyone around him. If things had gone on any longer between you two, I have no doubt in my mind that it would have gotten physical. You didn’t deserve that. You never deserved that.”

The first thing that Phil felt was pity, because Phil had never been punched by Nico and he couldn’t even began to imagine how angry Nico must have been to do something like that. But then he just felt sad, because Ledjon knew who Nico was, and was telling him the same things that Dan has been telling him for weeks. He didn’t know what to believe, but it was hard to ignore when two people who didn’t know each other were telling him the exact same thing. “He didn’t mean to be like that with me,” Phil whispered, a last attempt at protecting his relationship. “He was going through some stuff. He didn’t mean any of it.”

“Is that what he told you?” Ledjon asked, and Phil flinched at the words. He squeezed Dan’s hand so hard that he thought he must have fractured some bones, but Dan stayed as still as a rock, listening, letting Phil use him as a stress ball.

“He wasn’t lying, Ledjon.”

“Oh, I have no doubt that he wasn’t lying,” Ledjon answered easily with a wave of his hand. “But it’s easy to use sad stories to guilt trip you and make you do whatever he wants.”

Phil glared at him, feeling slightly offended. There was no way Nico would do something like that. He couldn’t even think of a time when Nico had done something such as that. “He didn’t do that to me.”

He watched through narrowed eyes as Ledjon calmly took a sip of his coffee. The mug made a clink against the wooden table as Ledjon set it back down when he was finished, then scooted it towards Phil only slightly. “Has he ever told you how much he didn’t want to be like his father?”

It was then that Phil realised that Ledjon knew. He knew about everything, knew about Nico’s father, knew about Nico’s nature. Nico had lied when he’d told Phil that nobody else knew about his past. He had lied. Why had he lied?

“He… did,” Phil whispered.

Ledjon raised his eyebrows and Phil felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted to get out of this godforsaken coffee shop and get away from the world for a little bit. He wanted to run back to his cave, curl under the blankets, and watch some cartoons until his eyes fell out of his head once and for all. He wanted to cease to exist, slip beneath the floorboards, descend to purgatory where he would live for the rest of his days.

“I’m sorry, Phil,” Ledjon said, and he truly did sound sorry. Phil didn’t know whether to feel comforted by the fact that Ledjon was aware, or threatened by the fact that Ledjon was aware. He was fucking aware of everything. Phil shook his head and Ledjon apologised once more. “I don’t mean to upset you any further. I know that you’ve been through a lot. But I really just wanted you to know that you’re not alone and that I’m on your side.”

He grabbed a napkin from the center of the table and withdrew a pen from his pocket. He scribbled something on the napkin - probably a phone number - and passed it over to Phil. Their eyes met as Phil took it, even though he was tempted to crumble it up and throw it on the ground in front of Ledjon’s face. He didn’t. Instead, he folded it and put it in his pocket.

“This is for if you need to talk to someone who understands, okay?” Ledjon said quietly. “I’m here for you if you need me.” He looked over to Dan then, his face serious. “I don’t know what your relationship is, but I can tell you care about him a lot. Make sure he gets better, alright? I’m glad he has someone like you to help him through this.”

Phil wasn’t looking at Dan, but he assumed his best friend was nodding and smiling as he said, “Phil’s in good hands.”

They said their goodbyes then, and Phil immediately started to drag Dan out of the coffee shop, leaving their half full coffee cups on the table without a single care. Phil just needed to get out of there. He let go of Dan’s hand the minute they were free, wiping his palm on his jeans because he was quite sweaty and it was nasty.

“Are you okay?” Dan asked, easily falling into step beside him.

Phil shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s just get home,” he muttered, and did not say a single word again for the rest of the walk back. He was lost in his mind, not knowing what was going on or what to think. In only a few minutes, his world had been turned upside down, and he was left to realise just how easily Nico had manipulated him with just a few words.

And yet, Phil still couldn’t help but feel guilty for even thinking badly of Nico in the first place.

Chapter Eighteen

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maizehartwig · 4 years

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Ex Girlfriend Doesnt Text Back Sublime Unique Ideas

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BTS Single Dads

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This one……..got away from me a lil’. ^^;

Single Dad!AU - Part One - Part Two - Part Three -

Jin

has a little girl who is most definitely Daddy’s Little Princess™

wears tiaras and tutus at her tea parties and OWNS IT

lets her help him w/ the simple things when he cooks

like washing the vegetables or taste testing

there won’t b a day where jin hasn’t made her the best lunch

is the dad all the moms look like w/ heart eyes

he cries the first day of day care

bc wow…….his baby has grown so much

she is 3 seokjin chill

doesnt know what to do w/o his bundle of joy

b u z z e d when it’s time to pick up his princess

spots his daughter skipping out but damn near has a heart attack

his baby……his LITTLE GIRL was HOLDING HANDS with a BOY THAT WASN’T HIM

calm yourself seokjin he is a child

“Who’s that pretty girl you’re holding hands with, sweetie?”

your voice chimes from behind him, going over to the two toddlers and affectionately rubbing your son’s head

jin freezes and watches you like…..hey………you’re kinda cute………

snaps out of it when his daughter sees him and squeals

your eyes settle on jin and youre like wow he’s so handsome no wonder his kid’s beautiful??????

you shyly introduce yourself to him and he does the same

then his daughter’s askin him if she can go play with her new friend at the park

now jin’s lookin at two sets of puppy eyes and your pretty smile

next thing he knows these little play dates become regular whenever his schedule is free

n you and him begin to spend time together after dropping your kids off

have lil dates of your own when he doesn’t have shoots n you don’t have work

don’t realize how close you’ve become/how you feel about each other until one day your son calls him ‘dad’ n later on in the day his daughter calls you ‘mommy’

neither of you bother correcting them????

so you just melt into this family unit wordlessly and it all just slips into place, you take care of his daughter whenever his idol life takes up his time

all you know is that if anything were to happen to that man or his daughter, you’d b right there by his side

you know that he feels the same

Suga

his son is literal min yoongi 2.0

same habits, same eyes, same love for sleep

even down to his gummy smile

made it easy for yoongi to raise his kid and still pursue his passion for music

whenever he wanted to produce music his son would just take a nap in his arms

yoongi’s lil koala bear, v v clingy even when he’s older

often takes nap w/ his kid lmao

couldn’t b more proud when he says he wants to learn how to play the piano at age 6 after seeing yoongi play it one day

yoongi hires the best private piano teacher for kids i.e. you

first time you see yoongi n his son you’re kinda like

um???? you sure this kid’s not your clone??????

you begin your lessons easy enough

sometimes, when yoongi had the time, he’d sit n watch

you got real nervous at first but got used it n slowly learnt about them both bit by bit

got v v comfortable with the duo, to the point you’d joke around with them n exchanged personal numbers with yoongi

one day when the lesson was done and yoongi was due to pick his son up from your place, he suddenly called

told you he’d b a while before he could come by, something abt a work emergency and he sounded v distressed

you quickly told him it was fine and that you’d look after his kid no problemo

got off the phone worried, his son looks at you n just says innocently

“my dad thinks you’re cute”

throws you into a loop, a whirlwind of emotions

yoongi’s son just pads away to get a juice box from your fridge

his job is done

yoongi finally comes by n you open up the door with his sleeping son in your arms

before he can say thanks you relay the information his son gave you

look of goddamnit flashes across his face

“i….um……..think you’re cute too…..”

someone help min yoongi he’s fallen and he can’t get up

“…wanna go for dinner?”

J-Hope

is that one dad who carries his new born baby on his front with a one of those cute cuddlebug baby carriers

will fight anything that makes his new born baby daughter cry

which isn’t much bc she takes after her father

generally just a happy baby

always smiling like that baby in the sun on teletubbies

only gets really upset if she’s away from her father for too long

makes it difficult for him to work bc he can’t be on set for long before she starts wailing

tried babysitters before n none of them could calm her down

so happy that everyone’s understanding of him at each shoot tbh

then at one of the shoots he’s introduced to his stylist’s new assistant

you shyly introduce yourself to him quietly, seeing his daughter asleep in her car carrier seat

he started off his shoot pretty well, shooting solidly for half an hour until she woke up and started crying

hoseok quickly apologizes and rushes off to the styling room where he left her, only to hear her wails cease when he was half way there

he gets there n peeks into the room like ????????? where’s my child

you’re sat in one of the empty make up chairs with his daughter on your lap and you’re….singing to her

she’s got her sunshine expression on as she watches you

beside you, you hear jimin call hoseok’s name n you look up all flustered, stuttering and apologizing

meanwhile……..hoseok’s……..just……..

(๑♡⌓♡๑)

“oh god i’m so sorry i didn’t ask if i could hold her i just don’t like seeing babies cry i wanted to try and calm her down because jimin and taehyung tried to and it didn’t work if you’re angry i totally understand-”

“could you…look after her until the shoot’s done? i promise i’ll make it up to you!”

before you know it you’re job as an assistant is gone and you’re more or less the one who takes care of sunshine 2.0 every shoot

not that you mind bc her cutie sunshine dad’s smile every time he sees you is worth it (plus you love his lil baby)

and he brings you something every shoot as a thanks despite you telling him you were more than happy to take care of his daughter

everyone but you notices how hoseok stares @ you when you’re not looking

other members push him to ask you out, knowing you feel the same way abt him

so at the end of the shoot his daughter’s being clingier than usual and won’t let go of you????? gets fussy when hoseok tries to pry her chubby hands off your top

it’s like she knows about her dad’s feelings n is telling him to hurry tf up bc she likes this one

he just goes pink and asks if you wanna have dinner at his place

you’re just like !!!!!!! yes!

everyone watching cheers, including the rest of bts

hoseok takes your hand n bolts to escape endless teasing

Rap Monster

has the most well mannered and intelligent child

but if left unattended for 0.1 second he’ll manage to break something

like father like son eh?

is also the dad who reads books to his kid, but not actual kid books but books that get the mind thinking, doesn’t care about age bc you can never b to young to b educated

you’re his next door neighbor and also a pediatrician

met him for the first time bc his son fell over outside n started crying

namjoon freaks the f out, thinking the worst thing like his son somehow broke his damn leg

then you come out of your house with oven gloves on like????? strange handsome screaming man………u good?

you invite them into your house and tend to his kid’s deathly wounds of……scraped knees

give ‘em both a cupcake that you finished baking and make namjoon coffee

get to know the both of them and quickly build a friendship w/ joonie

you think his son is the sweetest thing on this earth bc he’s so kind???? and very literate for his age

you swap book and movie recommendations

they actually stay for a couple of hours and help you make dinner

and you’re like ?????? how in the?????

neither of you know exactly how this situation has happened

but neither of you deny that it somehow feels…………right????

at the end of their impromptu stay you supply him with a basic first aid kit(just in case) and a few more cupcakes before they’re on their way

he never uses that first aid kit, always comes straight to you

cant really find yourself to mind, you let em both in every time

everything in your relationship really isn’t planned it just…..happens

he comes over when his kid’s in school to get to know you better

one thing leads to another and suddenly you’re cuddling and watching a movie and kissing???

when it’s not joon, it’s his son that just comes to your house bc he finds your job interesting, you in general tbh

made his dad freak out the first time though, joonie was yelling and knocking on your door

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON NEMO, HE’S SMALL AND CLUMSY LIKE ME”

“……buddy…………didn’t you tell your dad you’d be over here………?”

“uhhhh……..whoops……?”

namjoon thanks every holy deity that you moved in beside him

he knows that you’d have no issues taking care of his kid and you’d be the safest pair of hands to leave him w/

Jimin

tiny squishy teddy bear raising a tinier squishy teddy bear

his lil boy shares his round cheeks and his precious killer eye smile

ALSO loves to sing just like papa

jimin’s phone is filled with videos of his toddler singing to himself

likes to watch them when he cant be w/ him bc of work

very social bab and gets along well with others

also plays well by himself, honestly he’d be happy singing to himself in the sandbox

all is well as long as he never parts with the mochi plush he’s had since he was a baby

refuses to do anything if he doesn’t have that plushie w/ him

will literally walk away from jimin if he accidentally dropped his plushie w/o realizing

that’s actually how you met the squish

you were walking your dog when you heard a child singing and you turned like ??????

who is this child why is he alone and not at the playground with all the kids

you go over to the tiny child bc what else were you supposed to do?? leave him um no

you go over and ask if he’s okay and he just tells you he’s lost his friend momo

he describes momo while petting your dog and you figure out he’s talking about a plushie and offer to help him

so now you’re carrying child in one arm and your dog’s leash in your other hand

you end up finding momo the mochi plush in the sandbox

the bab in your arm squeals and gives you his best eye smile when he has momo

now onto a different task - to find the bab’s father

doesn’t take long honestly

just walking around with a singing child in your arm then BAM

a man who looks like he’s about to cry rushes up to you, he would know his baby’s voice from a mile away

at first your just like uhhhh then the bab reaches for jimin, unaware of the breakdown he caused his father to have

que jimin cuddling his son for a while with his son like ^-^?

“ahhh, thank you so much for taking care of him…i don’t know what i’d do if i couldn’t find him……thank god he found someone so nice….”

“it’s okay!! it was no trouble at all honestly”

he offers to take you to lunch w/ them

you blink and suddenly two pairs of eye smiles are directed at you and LORD HAVE MERCY YOU WERE NOT PREPARED

after that day you keep bumping into them, so much that his son remembers your name n you’ve exchanged numbers

jimin knows he has to make a move when his bab has made up a lil song he sings when he sees you

someone send help how’re you supposed to deal with the amount of eye smiles they give you when you see them

has twins, 1 boy 1 girl

it’s like someone did ctrl + c then ctrl + v on his boxy smile and put it on his kids

literal pack of puppies with taehyung as the alpha puppy

pack of adorable + v well dressed puppies

two modes of fashion

1) all three ready to step out onto a runway

or 2) animal onesies all day every day

doesn’t believe in those child leashes so they travel in a holding hands chain

that means if one gets lost they all get lost

but hey at least they’re not separated lmao

they are the family who gets lost in ikea

the puppy pack are in their matching puppy onesies, tae pushing the shopping cart along that contained his pups

in a part of ikea they probably shouldnt b in

but then!!!!

they find you!!!!!!

you don’t work there tho

you are also lost and confused

also wearing a dog onesie bc you came w/ your friends but ended up getting separated

the twins see you are and immediately turn to tae like SHE’S ONE OF US WE NEED TO ASK HER IF SHE WANTS TO COME WITH US

you hear them and turn around like ?????

three sets of boxy smiles are facing you

inside your mind ‘o no thEYRE CUTE’

you end up sticking w/ them and have tons of fun as you try n find your way out

take turns sitting in the shopping cart w/ the twins n pushing each other

twins quickly like fall in love w/ you……lmao bless…….

but both you and tae can see yourselves spending more time together???

great minds think alike

you find the check out eventually, all giggly and happy

everyone’s looking at the puppy pack ft you like family goals

an old couple actually come up to you guys

“you’re such a cute family!! we remember when we were your age w/ our kids!! we wish you a happy n bright future!!!”

you and tae are bright red like “uhhhhh”

meanwhile, the twins, “thank you!!!!” (◕ ワ ◕✿)

when youve found your friends and it’s time to say goodbye the twins get v sad and clingy

ngl you got a lil teary seeing their sad lil faces

you end up exchanging numbers w/ tae and promise his twins you’d see ‘em again

you give ‘em lil smooches on the cheek to make them smile

also quickly kiss tae on the cheek then BOLT

meanwhile, your friends ( ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡° )

Jungkook

save him

he’s a baby taking care of a baby

v scared of doing anything wrong

thanks whatever higher being everyday bc his son is so chill

knows he would have suffered(more) if his child was not chill

also thanks higher beings for you falling into his life

bc before you hoo boy…………he s t r u g g l e d

you found him at the grocery store

he was holding his sleeping baby and looking at the shelves of diapers like he was trying to diffuse a bomb

youre a babysitter so you just went up to him just like……..are u okay…….u dont seem…..okay………..

nochu looks at you like you’re an angel sent from above

you can tell right off the bat that it’s his first kid and that he didn’t have anyone to help him out

you babysat for single parents for most the time so you knew how to spot one

you gave him your best tips on childcare and he hangs onto your every word

by the time youre at the check out, you give him your number and tell him that if he needs any help then just call

you find yourself over at his place after you figure out that he’s more of a hands on learner than a leaner who can have instructions told to him over the phone

tbh you don’t mind at all bc he’s fun to be around and his baby is the chillest baby youve ever met

you end up getting rlly close to the point youve met his friends, he’s met yours

even your parents know about each other and urging you to get together already smh

you dont realize how often youre around at kookie’s place until one day you cant go over for a couple of days bc youre at your parents’ place

on the second day youre away you get a million missed calls from kookie

once you call back he almost cries in relief n tells you his bab won’t stop crying no matter what

however…….the moment he puts you on speaker…..

his bab…..stops….????

so you and kook experiment for a bit on the call n you stay silent for a bit

then the cryin starts again but then you start talking

s i l e n c e

then kookie asks shly if you mind giving him a call every so often

you can tell he’s blushing

“sure kookie i dont mind tbh i miss you guys”

then you just quietly hear

“…….god i could kiss you…….”

………….

“damnit jungkook why do you have to say that now?”

“h-huh? wait- you weren’t supposed to-”

“you better kiss me when i get home or i’m gonna hit you”

“o-oh!”

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