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helenared · 3 years

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My firts history

This is my first fic from this couple Goku and Chichi and I hope you like it, it was inspired by a beautiful fanart of the wonderful Gokuist or Fungushi

And that story would not be published if it weren't for a great sonchichisquad friend! Thank you beautiful❤

Farewell

That’s why he didn't like saying goodbye. If there was ever a time when Son Goku didn't say goodbye to his loved ones, he had his reasons:

Firstly, he simply hated being the cause of the overflowing emotion in his family and friends’ eyes, and even in his own. That would mean admitting his weaknesses and his pride would never allow it. And secondly, If he didn't say goodbye to his family and friends, it was simply because somehow he felt he’d come back and see them again.

There wasn’t really a particular moment of Goku saying goodbye to the people he loved -not emotionally, at least that we know of.

One example is when he left on Nimbus when he was a child -he left, just like that, to seek new adventures. A few years later, he left again -this time with Chi-Chi by his side to start their lives together. He also fled the hospital after his brutal battle against Vegeta to get to Namek and help Gohan and the rest. He didn’t say a proper goodbye to anyone, not even his own wife - it was more like a "See you soon!" Or "See you around!”, but never a final greeting. The same happened when he stayed in Yardrat, when he decided to stay in the afterlife after the battle against Cell and even when he left to train Uub.

It had always been like that. However, even if he had never been really attached to anyone, now, after having reached a certain level of maturity, Goku was trying to assimilate the fact that he had bid everyone his final farewell.

It was harsh. He wasn’t allowed to speak to his children and friends. All he could do was watch them from above as they went on with their happy lives. But maybe it was for the best.

Gohan looked very focused as he wrote who knows what in a notebook. The last rays of sunlight were streaming through his large window as he sat peacefully inside his home office. The curtains swung as if the wind was blowing through them, but it was actually Goku. He was watching his son with a twinkle in his eye. Gohan was so smart and kind. He had always been proud of him.

Goku then saw Videl and Pan entering the room and interacting with his son.

"Hey honey, why don't you take a break? You’ve been on that report for two hours" Videl said from behind her husband, placing her hands affectionately on his shoulders.

"Yeah Dad, let's go have a picnic in the garden, it’s such a beautiful day outside!" Pan added excitedly, leaning over the desk, closer to her father.

Goku smiled as he watched them. The family he had built was close and loving, no matter how many obstacles they had to overcome. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Goodbye son"

Gohan would always be in good hands. And then, he disappeared.

"You’re right, it's time to relax with my two favorite people in the world and-" Gohan silenced himself as the feeling of something familiar rushed through him. He couldn’t explain what it was. It was like a warm comforting breeze that he only felt when "When my father was around ..." he completed his own thought out loud.

His wife and daughter had no idea what he was talking about. He simply shook his head and followed the two of them so that they could spend time together as a family, unaware that he would never feel his father's energy again.

***

Goku laughed in amusement when he saw Goten and Trunks, such two great boys, training together in the garden of Capsule Corporation. Vegeta was watching them from a distance and next to him was Bulma sitting by a table with Bra.

For some reason unbeknownst to her, Bulma was holding the dragon's radar today, thinking back to the day when she met one of her best friends. She smiled wistfully. If it weren't for Goku, she probably wouldn't be where she was today.

"What the-" Vegeta whispered, suddenly uncrossing his arms, and at that very moment Goten received a mighty punch from Trunks. Goku's youngest son froze in his tracks, sitting down on the floor as if he hadn’t felt the punch at all.

"I’ll always be thinking of you guys, especially you... my son" Goku smiled as he looked at them. Everyone there had touched his life in a monumental way. If it weren't for Bulma, he wouldn't even know what a girl is, and she was the one who opened the initial gate into a world of discoveries.

Goten certainly made him a happier man than he already was. Becoming a father the second time was incredible, and felt just as amazing as the first time. His youngest was the living depiction of a sun rising after a storm, and he now knew that his children represented a more perfect version of him, a human version that embraced his sayajin side with tenderness.

The only thing that Vegeta had taught him was to discover and accept who he was. An alien, or to be more specific, a saiyan. It took Goku a long time to accept his roots, but seeing how much Vegeta had changed since he arrived on Earth, he could now recall the exact moment when he accepted "Kakarotto" into his life.

And with that last thought in his mind, he disappeared. And the grass started to sway from side to side, a light breeze making it dance. The people in the garden of Capsule Corporation's were left very surprised as a warm and soft sensation swam through them.

After he recovered, Goten got up and stood into his fighting stance with a very familiar and challenging smile. "It won't be that easy to beat me, Trunks! Now hurry up! Come at me!"

Trunks smiled at his best friend. "Oh, that's what you think!"

And both continued with their training.

Vegeta watched the boys with an arrogant smile on his lips, folding his arms across his chest again. Bulma was stunned and looked thoughtful, and her daughter didn’t understand what was going on.

***

Goku watched from the glass window into Krillin’s house. The bald man was going through a photo album with his daughter. She had grown up so much.

Eighteen was drinking a cup of coffee, sitting in the armchair next to her daughter and husband, watching them lovingly.

"Yeah, Goku was different from any other person or being that I had ever come across in the universe. If Master Roshi were alive, he’d probably agree with me. He had a way of bringing us closer together. We went from enemies to friends and we are what we are today thanks to him. Together for life"

Goku felt really touched by this, smiling at them affectionately. Krillin had always been a very important person in his life. His first and closest friend. The most faithful of all.

"Krillin..."

And then he left.

Krillin had no idea what that emotion inside him was. Happiness? Nostalgia? Maybe. All he knew was that it wasn’t something he felt all the time. It was nice and warm. "Goku, you are my best friend"

***

Son Goku flew across the Earth, passing through all the places that were part of his journey.

Kami-Sama Dende, sharper than ever, felt his fleeting presence like a shooting star, along with Mr Popo, who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Son Goku will always be remembered for his incredible life on Earth and his great deeds, isn't that right, Mr. Popo?" And his guardian and master simply nodded. When facts are spoken, there are no valid arguments.

Uub, who was meditating, felt Goku too, and he thanked his master mentally for everything he had taught him.

Yamcha and Tenshinhan, who were on the fighters' planet, sensed Goku's presence and nodded to each other, and so did Chiaotzu and Puar.

Piccolo just looked up with his arms crossed and smiled. "Goku..."

The Sayajin warrior flew across the Earth, enjoying every field, every ocean, every light breeze caressing his face. He enjoyed this last lap to the fullest.

There was only one person missing, who was no longer on Earth…

Yes, after all, he wasn’t able to find Chi-Chi. She was already gone. He felt terrible. His wife was part of him and he really wanted to see her just one more time. He didn’t know how to find her soul among many others in Paradise. It was just a light in its true form. It was too late.

***

After reflecting on his thoughts and making one last memory on Earth, Goku felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned around. "Son Goku, are you ready?"

He sighed. He wasn't sure yet. He felt as if something was missing. He couldn’t leave permanently like any being in this universe yet.

After completing his last training and duties in the dragon realm, which was creating the dragon balls again, he would have to leave. His time was up, it was running out and this time it was for good. Son Goku would rest in peace.

They were on Planet Kaioshin. The wind picked up and made the petals and flowers of the trees fall, as if it were autumn time.

"I don't know, Mr. Kaioshin..." Goku replied, lowering his eyes to nothing in particular on the planet's greenish floor.

"Now boy, you’ve already said goodbye to everyone before returning to the dragon kingdom that time, and this is the agreement: The dragon balls will return to Earth and you will leave. It is the law of the universe, child. You made that choice and now you will have to deal with the consequences” Old Kaioshin continued, along with Kibito and young Shin.

Goku frowned at that. Yes, he was perfectly aware of that. He felt it was time, and the Earth deserved the wonderful reign of the dragon balls again.

But he had to find her first, find some way to talk to her and say goodbye. Because this time he would leave forever. Chi-Chi deserved at least a goodbye, she really did this time, and he had something stuck in his throat, something he really needed to say to her.

Goku looked him in the eye. "But I didn't say goodbye to everyone. I missed someone, and you’ll have to help me with this" he said firmly, his hair waving in the wind caused by the beings with him.

"That someone has already died, I know. The dragon balls no longer have resuscitation powers, but there has to be another way... I can't leave without talking to her" there was despair in the saiyan’s eyes.

There was a maddening silence -as if everyone there was thinking of a solution for the warrior. After all, Goku deserved one last request, it was the least they could do after everything he’d done.

"I think I know hos..." Kaioshin replied. "Shenlong may no longer have the power to resurrect but he does have the power of time"

Shin and Kibito were confused by the old man's statement, but didn’t doubt his words. After all, he was still their most experienced and wisest deity.

"Power of time...?". Goku wondered for a few seconds.

Until realization dawned on him and his eyes widened, sparkling with joy.

"That's it! So I just need to go over there and-"

"But bear this in mind, Goku" Kaioshin interrupted him by raising a hand in front of him. "As soon as you’re done, your body will disappear and your soul will finally be at peace"

Goku nodded calmly. "Okay, well, I think it's goodbye this time, isn't it?"

The kaios in front of him bowed in gratitude, looking at him with admiration. "Goodbye Son Goku." said the youngest of them.

And then Goku teleported to Earth, after so long. At an impressive speed he brought the seven dragon balls together again. It was incredible that his life would end with them. He didn't need a radar to find them, he just knew where they were.

The dragon balls began to shine together.

"Show yourself, Shenlong, and grant my wish!"

The sky darkened, the golden light coming from of the spheres causing the Dragon to be reborn again. Goku couldn't help the nostalgic memories that were going through his mind while his eyes reflected Shenlong's light.

"State your wish and I will fulfill it according to my possibilities!"

"I wish to go back to Chi-Chi’s happiest time in her life... my wife."

The dragon stood still for a minute, making Goku tense up, his fists clenching.

"Your wish will be granted. You will have five minutes! Goodbye!" And so Shenlong's eyes shone red and a golden light surrounded Goku and took him from his current time.

After a trip through nothing but white and gold lights, he opened his eyes and sighed in surprise.

Goku was in an incredibly large garden, so beautiful that it looked like Paradise itself. He looked around and noticed several people in the place. They were laughing, talking, drinking and eating. He heard birds singing from several directions. It was a party, apparently.

Goku turned around and was faced with a lake and a nearby apple tree. He put his hand on the tree... this place looked familiar. He approached the water, which was shining like crystals, and the ground was covered by many flowers. Rose petals were falling as the breeze claimed them. Their smell was also familiar when he took one in his hand.

When he looked at his hand, he noticed that his outfit was actually different from the one he was wearing before. He kept looking at himself until an epiphany hit him: he was wearing a white tuxedo, with that itchy bow tie.

"So the happiest time in her life is-"

"Goku!"

Goku heard that young and smooth voice calling out to him, his eyes instantly looking in her direction. It was Chi-Chi, his wife. Of course, the happiest time in her life was their wedding. He smiled at that. He would’ve sworen it was when Gohan had graduated from college or anything related to his children.

How wrong he had been.

She was beautiful. Today, he had a better grasp at these things of course, but back then… ah, if only he had known. He would’ve been able to appreciate her beauty for much longer.

Her face, her flushed cheeks, her long lashes, her black and shiny eyes, her delicate pink lips and her ivory-white skin. Her strands of hair swayed gently in the wind.

"Goku?...". She softly called him again as she approached him. "What are you doing out here alone? I’ve been looking for you."

Goku blinked a few times, coming out of his daze. "Chi-Chi… H-hi.". The moment he saw her in front of him, he felt nervous, like a hesitant teenager.

Chi-Chi smiled at him humorously and gave a light laugh. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard.

"Okay, come with me, there’s a table full of sweets especially set up for my husband. I’m sure you don’t wanna miss it" Chi-Chi wrapped her arms around him, starting to lead him, but Goku stopped.

"No, wait a minute" he stopped her, taking her hand and coming closer to her. "I need to tell you something. It 's important."

Goku stared at her with such depth in his eyes, she couldn’t decipher it. "Goku ... are you okay?". She asked worriedly when she noticed that he looked a little serious and tense, placing a hand on his cheek lovingly.

He stood still, enjoying the warm touch of her hand under the glove of her wedding dress. He closed his eyes and smiled softly, caressing her hand on his face. Oh, how he’d missed this -he hadn’t known just how much until now. It’d been so long for him.

Surrounding her with his arms, Goku took a deep breath and swept away any hesitation, bringing back his confidence when he smiled at her and looked into her eyes lovingly, "Come here". And he brought her close to him. Of course that would startle her a little. After all, at the time a simple touch was enough to make him panic, but he was running out of time. "Chi-Chi, I just wanted to let you know that today was... I mean-". He corrected himself. "It is a very important day for me... and no matter what happens from now on, I’ll always be thinking about you"

He felt her still in his arms. That was not the reaction he was aiming for, but he hated this kind of goodbyes the most in the entire universe. However, it was too late and he had to continue.

The orange flower petals from Chi-Chi's bouquet whirled in the breeze behind Goku's neck, enveloping them both, as if nature wanted to keep that moment only for them.

Chi-Chi wasn’t following Goku at all.Of course they’d been harboring a very strong admiration for each other during the months before the wedding, and she hoped that could develop into something stronger after the wedding when they’d have to live together.

But this… it was beyond her wildest dreams, it felt like an illusion. He was looking at her and talking to her as if he’d known her for an entire lifetime.

There had to be something wrong with him, it could only be that. There was no other explanation.

What did that mean? Is he leaving? Is he going to die? Is he going to give up on her?

Those thoughts were running through her mind now, haunting her.

"Goku... I don't understand. Why are you talking like that? You're scaring me..."

Her eyes began to waver as she looked into his, her voice was low and soft, as if she were about to cry. She was afraid, not of him, but of what his actions and words could mean.

It was a mystery how she would manage to read him so well since that day, since the beginning of their lives together.

Goku rested his forehead on hers with his eyes closed, and brushed his nose against hers, as if wanting to capture the aroma of flowers flowing from his wife.

"Don’t worry” he whispered when he opened his eyes to look at her. "It's okay, trust me."

Chi-Chi looked stunned and frightened at the same time, if that was even possible, and started to doubt him again. "No, it's not okay and if there's something wrong I can-"

The touch of his lips on hers silenced her instantly. She relaxed, closed her eyes and enjoyed that moment. Her body went limp against him completely. Even if he’d been desperate to do that, it was also the only way he could think of to show her that everything was fine.

The kiss was delicate, soft and warm. No lust or despair there, just the purest possible and most loving of feelings.

When Goku leaned back a little, he gave his wife in his arms a small smile. They could feel each other's warm breaths fanning their faces.

"I just wanted to say... that I love you. I will always love you, forever, no matter what. You have changed my life in a way that I can’t even fathom right now. Just believe me" He whispered.

Chi-Chi was red-faced, surprised, stunned, scared, in love ...

All at once, and she couldn’t take it.

Soon, tears were streaming from her eyes, but she smiled at him when she felt her feet back on the floor as he released her, his arms still around her and hers still around his neck.

She really loved those words, so sweet and unusual, certainly unusual, but they flew out of Goku’s mouth so abruptly that it was astonishing to her. He seemed different from her usual Goku, and that worried her.

But why destroy this exciting mood with questions? That statement could be a good thing, so why doubt your husband? She will never doubt the words coming from someone she loves so much, and even more now.

She laughed weakly at her husband, "Son Goku, what happened to you...", she swallowed, teary eyes looking at him when he gave a weak laugh. "I love you too, silly, and I will never give up on how I feel about you."

Goku knew this very well, and she never gave up on their relationship, no matter the flaws they had and the obstacles they had to endure. Somehow, their love for each other was always stronger than anything that could arise.

And he wanted her to know that he loved her and still loves her in a way that he could’ve never imagined and that... man, and what a spectacular life they built together. Their children, their granddaughter and their friends. All of it, he wanted her to know all of it, he wanted her to know how grateful he is grateful for all that love.

And that he will love her for eternity.

Now Son Goku can rest in peace.

Chi-Chi hugged him tightly with her arms around his neck. She understood. She simply did.

He buried his head in the back of her neck and hugged her tightly too, absorbing every bit of he could from her essence.

Chi-Chi moved back and they stared into each other’s eyes.

"Hey Chi-Chi! Look at the amazing shoes I got you as your wedding gift!" a family friend called out, interrupting the connection the couple had established with their eyes.

“Are you coming?” Chi-Chi asked, looking at him while wiping her tears.

Goku smiled and nodded. "Go ahead, I'll be right there."

And so his wife shook her head and slowly moved away from him. When there was enough distance, he felt his body crumble, becoming transparent until nothing was left.

He noticed that a little over five minutes had passed...

"Thank you dragon balls". And those were the last words of one of the greatest warriors the world has ever known. Turning into nothing more and nothing less than bright points of light spreading like fireflies between the petals of flowers in the air, dancing in the autumn breeze.

Rest in peace, Son Goku!

The bravest and kindest fighter who ever lived.

The End

#Goku e Chichi #Gochi #Dragon Ball #Farewell

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all-might-blog · 4 years

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Balloons and Fanboys

Summary:

Endeavor takes Todoroki to a festival and All Might is there. So... what happens when his son asks for a ballon?

Notes:

The other day I was going through pinterest and then I come across this cute and funny picture. It is All Might holding a lot of ballons in one hand and he's handing them out. In the picture, he's giving one to Izuku (who is a little boy, like, around the ages of six or something) who is with his mother. And then, behind those two, are Endeavor and Todoroki, who also seems to want a balloon from All Might. So his father is hiding his face behind a book while holding Todoroki's hand as they wait for their turn. Endeavor is not one of my favorite characters in the series for what he did to his wife and children. HOWEVER, I think that he wants to do better as a father and superhero and he's a really deep character. I wrote this fanfic because it shows that he cares for his son, even if it's a tiny, little bit, there's still that father-son bond between those two. So I am cheering them on as I read the series. Enjoy! PS: the next fanfic will be posted soon as well. I've got loads of time to spare now since I am staying at home for the holidays. I might not be too active during July, tho, because we are moving houses. Still, I will post as much as I can. enjoy this!

This is the fanart it was inspired by:

Cute, right? ;)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Endeavor was not one who liked parties, festivals or anything that was too filled up with people. He didn’t like the fact that everyone seemed to want an autograph from him just because he was number two hero. He did not like that he was always being followed by stares, murmurs and excited whispers. Sure, he didn’t hate the people or anything… but sometimes he felt like he would suffocate under all the attention he was given.

That’s exactly how he felt as he walked along the crowded streets, the music of the festival loud in his ears along with all the shouts, talking and laughing of all the people around him, Todoroki’s hand held in his own, a large pamphlet in his other. He had extinguished the flames on his face for the time being as to not be instantly recognized by the people around him (there were still stares and pointing fingers, but not as many as usual) and he was dressed in his regular clothes. He still wondered why he had agreed to take Todoroki there when he could have stayed home in the quiet. Maybe it was because for once, even if the boy wasn't smiling, he actually looked happy . It wasn’t the serious or tortured looks he put on during his training, nor the sad faces he made whenever he watched his siblings play outside without him. Endeavor supposed that he had decided to do so ever after he had sent his wife to the hospital, the burn on Todoroki’s face reminding the two of them of what had happened. Endeavor knew that she had loved her son very much. So… why had she even done it in the first place?

“Father?” he heard Todoroki ask.

“Yes?”

“Can I get a balloon from All Might?” His son pointed at a spot not far from there, where All Might was handing out balloons with that great, big smile of his.

“Well…” Endeavor didn’t desire to meet him face to face at all.

“Please? Just… this once?” Todoroki looked up at him, begging with his eyes. Endeavor stared at him for a moment longer.

Say no. You have to be firm with him, he told himself. But…

“Fine. But be quick.” he said, releasing his hand.

“Can you come with me?” Todoroki asked, pulling at his hand. “It’s too crowded. What if I get lost?”

“I will be watching you, son-”

“ Please? ” Endeavor sighed and cursed himself for his weak will.

“Fine.” he said, taking his son’s hand in his own and walking towards All Might. They waited at the queque behind a green-haired woman with her son. The other little boy turned around to look at Todoroki.

“You are gonna get a balloon too?” he squeaked, hands fisted at his chest and a big, excited smile on his face.

“Yeah.” Todoroki replied, a small smile twitching at his lips.

“Izuku! Please try to calm down. I;m sorry. He’s just really excited,” the woman said with an apologetic smile to Endeavor.

“It’s fine.” he replied, looking down at his own son.

The queue quickly shrunk until only the woman and her child. Endeavor could already see All Might as he crouched, exchanging a few words with the little boy, holding out the balloon, the boy squealing happily as he took it from him. All Might laughed at the boy's excitement, ruffling his green curls. The woman led her child away. Endeavor and Todoroki stepped forward. Endeavor held the pamphlet in front of his face, not being able to directly look at the other man in front of him.

“Hello, my boy!” All Might said, holding out a balloon. It was yellow, styled after All Might’s face. “Here you go!”

“Thank you.” Todoroki said quietly, taking it and looking at All Might with awe. All Might smiled even wider.

“Endeavor, you have a lovely boy. Take good care of him, will you?” he said quietly, surprising Endeavor. He didn’t reply, just walked away with Todoroki behind him.

“Hang on tight to that balloon, Todoroki. If you don’t, it will fly away. And I really don’t want to go get another.” he said gruffly, lowering the pamphlet.

“I already am, dad.” Endeavor didn’t stop mid stride like it would happen in a movie or a book. He kept walking. But warmth was spreading through him.

That had been the first time his son had called him ‘dad’ in a long time.

Notes:

It was a bit short, but, tbh, I think it was pretty sweet. Please leave your thoughts in the comments! ^W^ PS: I hope you saw the hidden message when Endeavor told his son to not let go off the balloon ;)

#All Might gives advice #Endeavor actually cares for his son #Endeavor #Todoroki #All Might #Midoriya Izuku #Midoriya Inko #Mostly about Endeavor and Todoroki #You get the point?

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steve0discusses · 5 years

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Yugioh S3 Ep 11 pt 1: Mokuba Gets Kidnapped (Again)

I miiiight have to split this one in two?

A lot happens this episode, and when I cap things it’s mostly to help summarize what’s going on so these posts won’t be so freakin long but visually--a LOT happens this episode. So...there’s a few caps.

Anyways, I’m still trying to not think too much about what it is that Tristan has turned into. Considering that apparently you can exist here without a body it makes you wonder if their own minds are here at all or if we’re just following some shadow selves but again, it’s--that’s way too deep for Yugioh.

Been joking about the team getting turned into Heartless for a whole season and it actually happened. Sort of. Being turned into a monkey isn’t exactly the same as being turned into Darkness but if Yugi, Bakura, and Marik are any indication, being turned into Darkness on this show just means your hair gets kinda big and sometimes you almost (and often do) kill people.

Tristan’s CGI body is now running around and I’m not sure how that works.

Like if Tristan’s ACTUAL body is being stored somewhere, then the CGI body should have vanished, right? Like, his CGI body got incinerated by lava? Anyway, apparently, his body is absolutely fine, and now it’s being controlled by Nezbitt.

I’m glad he found the Kaibas at their familiar territory. Yes, that’s right, they all met up again, reunited after 10 episodes at their favorite place in the whole world. Guess where? Guess where they are?

It’s like meeting at the Cinnabon at the mall. They just all know where to go.

(read more under the cut)

And then Kaiba just kind of acts like he’s been expecting this for years. I mean...there’s reasons to expect that.

TBH if Tristan nabbed Kaiba in the shoulder with that broomstick, Would Kaiba even be able to feel it with all that padding? He’s got like football gear for shoulder pads up there.

We get no explanation of how Blue Eyes Wife made it to the VR zone. Probably willed itself out of pure love or whatever. But, don’t worry, Seto will have to choose cards from a pool just like everyone else at the end of this episode so uh...that’s about all we’ll see from her. Unless she was also in the pool, but I kinda doubt Noah gave Seto a Blue Eyes.

Just so weird that in the same episode she’s clearly here, but in 10 minutes from now, she’s not.

Anyways, everyone else finally shows up and they don't seem to be confused as to how Tristan is just fine when they just saw him die like...just now. They just left the place Tristan was dead and incinerated by 600000 degrees of lava and they were like “Oh good! We found him immediately! Hallelujah!” as if this isn’t very weird.

And...in a past life, Kaiba was the head of the House of York or...something? Like he was in the War of Roses or something? I forget exactly what y’all were saying Kaiba was up to in a past life in some video game spinoff when he and Yugi were European 500 years ago. Their family bloodline really got around.

ALSO, thing I just realized now I’ve actually read the wikipedia, Kaiba is supposed to have been Christian Rosenkruez in this game, which is amazing. Because, if you thought the Kaiba timeline was effed up before, just you wait, because Christian Rosenkruez was a freakin nut. We’re talking Indiana Jones type of nut. I’m pretty sure the game never brings this up, but Christian Rosenkruez is famous because so many people thought that he was the reincarnation of Lazarus.

LAZARUS.

Sorry, I’m like...kinda cracking up as I’m typing this. For those who don’t know your Christian/Middle Ages art, Lazarus is this guy, seen on the right. He’s always wrapped up like a mummy and with this expression like “woah, Jo, I’m alive!? Nice!” as at least one guy in the foreground plugs their nose because he smells like so freakin bad.

Yeah. So now, canonically, a past self of Seto Kaiba swore that he was once Lazurus. Who is...a real freakin nice guy, actually. Which--and this is my favorite part--this means that Lazarus--a real guy from the Bible--was also soul married to a Blue Eyes White Dragon. Hot damn.

I mean, this is a mess, but aesthetically though--Lazarus was a dead guy right? Like a revived mystical dead guy? Wrapped up like a mummy? In a crypt? If you don’t know too much about Christianity, it kinda fits right in with our whole vibe.

And if art twitter is anything to go by, the original fanart was bible stuff anyway, so anime and Bible stuff are absolutely and always interchangeable.

(Sorry, I was about to derail on another art rant hoo boy, a rant within a rant. You know, I hide a LOT of art discourse in these posts. Spicy times. Thanks for bearing with me, I’ve been holding that one in for a WHILE.)

But this is mostly amazing because, completely unintentionally, that means Seto Kaiba’s bloodline met freakin Jesus, y’all.

In fact, lets go over it, so Kaiba’s bloodline was Egyptian wizards who killed Pharaoh Yami (who ends up being Yugi’s bloodline), kinda forgot they were royalty or magical, went up to Jerusalem for a spell, hung out with Jesus and got helllla Christian, then ended up in Germany, fought Yugi who was British royalty for a hot minute, buried Rosenkrueuz in a very weird and mystical spooky sarcophagus, and then both families forgot they were super special royalty and somehow ended up in Japan where Kaiba got orphaned with no knowledge of any of this and got adopted by a crazy Gozaboro Kaiba who is now trying to kill them all with a VR game.

Anyway, if a past version of himself was in the War of Roses, dueling with actual swords should come naturally to him. Or at least would have come naturally if Tristan wasn’t so good with brooms.

(Bro’s Spicy Headcanon: Tristans wooden stick was originally a sword but they edited it out in development. Sure Wtv.)

And surprisingly, Joey got to do a hit in this version of Yugioh--like actually kicked a guy. On screen. And it was Tristan. Wow. Really thought that would get edited out, and I’m glad they left it in because lol this whole sequence is a mess.

Anyway, Tea gets hella mad at Joey because they don’t want him to kill Tristan although this body was in fact incinerated at the bottom of a lava pool not ten minutes ago, and so she decides to go after Tristan herself? Because she figures that Tristan’s body will not attack her? Maybe because Tristan’s body would be too afraid to attack Tea.

And this is Tea, so she is used to people going ghost, getting cray, and then passing out ten minutes later and being like “Oi, love! I seem to have made quite a fuss, again, innut!”

Please look at the bottom of this cap and admire that Joey kicked Tristan so hard, that his body bent a metal door completely the other way around.

That’s right, the motorcycle license is back, and now it gets to serve a purpose!

Guys, when they revealed that Tristan could drive a motorcycle I did not think that later this ability would be yet another insane way to abduct Mokuba.

Lol what?

Moki just...hanging off the side there. Like...he’s not even strapped in. What is it with the kidnappers in this show having just no idea how to properly hold Mokuba? At least this time he isn’t being suspended from a helicopter but it’s still kind of of a lot?

And there goes Kaiba.

They reunite again for like...2 minutes after like 10 episodes and then bam, Kaiba is signing out immediately.

Unfortunately, there goes the only two people here that know how to drive motorcycles, so the rest of our team is just kinda stuck back here with Tristan in a monkey suit.

Because of perspective issues, Serenity appears to be like 2 feet taller than Yugi Muto, dang.

So I think I mentioned before that one of the reasons I was like “Yeah lets watch this show” is because someone tweeted that Yugioh had motorcycle dueling, and so when this happened I was like OMG they’re actually going to do it somehow, right now on this Sonic Adventure Highway. Finally! A motorcycle duel! I thought that was only in the spinoff I’m not going to watch!

I mean look at him go.

JK no motorcycle dueling in this series. My poor hopes. Dashed.

And he runs right into Kaiba’s coat from last season who is wearing just the thickest old timey Southern accent. Ah, I miss when his coat color was nearly his font color and it all made sense.

Bro pointed out that the best part of this scene is how small the motorcycle was compared to how big this fire is now. Like...they should just be able to walk around the fire at this point, right? Like it’s a highway with multiple lanes? What was even in this motorcycle? Nitro?

Anyway, this post will be very long if I don’t chop it in half, so get ready for next time, when we find out what this guy and his accent’s whole deal is. How many references will he make to grits and warm summer evenings? A lot, right? Like a lot?

Anyways, if you just got here, this is a link to read the recaps from Ep 1 S1

#Yugioh #Yu gi oh #recap #photo recap #S3 Ep11 #Does Mokuba have a requirement to get kidnapped every 10 episodes?#Seto Kaiba #Mokuba #Yugi muto #joey wheeler #tea gardner #tristan taylor #robot monkey #Seto Kaiba's Timeline gets more and borked every episode of this arc

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robotnik-mun · 7 years

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I usually have answer for questions like these...but what specifically about Mobius: XYL made it so horrendous that not even someone with actual writing talent like Flynn could save it? I'd say that it was just a blank slate and that any competent writer could fix it.

*Sighs, pulls out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. Pours the glass. Takes the shot*

Alright, before I get into the specifics, I’m gonna contextualize a few things for you. I want you to picture a comic book, one built primarily (but not exclusively) around action, and despite the intense quality issues it tends to suffer from its still pretty popular, with a fairly vocal fanbase. One day a character is teased- the daughter of a major character, hinting towards an amazing story that will show the future of your favorite characters. Years past, the hype builds up. A hint of what’s to come is given in a story where this mystery character is featured, pulling forth an intriguing scenario in which her father, one of the heroes, will become a villain years later.

Finally it is announced- at long last, this much anticipated storyline is going to happen! We’re going to see the future of the setting, the future of the characters and their offspring! Oh, what things will await? What mysteries will build in the interim? What new villains will operate in the future? What will the children of the heroes be like?

Well, eventually, the storyline finally comes. All that waiting, all that excitement and hype, all of that theorizing... and all it amounted to was a fart in the wind, all noise and fury signifying nothing.

That, in a nutshell, was Mobius 25YL.

Now let us get into specifics. Forgive me if I miss anything, for there is a LOT to get into, so I’ll just summarize what comes off the top of my head.

-Firstly, there was Lara-Su herself. Oh, poor Lara-Su. That’s really one of the great tragedies of the Pre-Flynn era. She had the design. She had the concept. She had the hype- people were doing fanart and fanfiction of her long before she debuted properly in the book. And then 25YL came along, and what we saw was...

....yeah, that. See, it turned out that she wasn’t being trained as a guardian. She was just a normal leading a normal teenage life, and my GOD it was boring. Our opening scene involves her thumping her stupid cousin on the head with a book for insulting the Guardians, and this? This is how she became a Guardian. After everything we had been led to believe, everything we had been wanting to see, the mysterious, much-anticipated Daughter of Knuckles... turned out to be a whiny, entitled little rich girl who literally whined her way into being a Guardian. Not that we got a chance to see her tenure as a guardian, oooh no- it was FAR more important to see her sweet sixteen and a sleepover with her friends, and of course pool party antics. Which brings us to the next point....

-...namely that this story went *nowhere*. Like it was literally the last few issues that the damn plot moved forward and reached a climax. THe build-up took a back seat to what Penders evidently felt was what the audieance REALLY wanted- DOMESTIC DRAMA! Marvel in Lara-Su getting in fights at school because someone had an opinion! Wonder in the glories of her sweet sixteen! Behold the pool parties! Amaze at Sonic’s son being a little pervert! Hey, do you know what we needed more of? Sonic and Knuckles getting in a belching contest at a dinner party! And so on and so forth- the whole thing was basically a domestic drama, a really, really cheesy and badly written one, and these aspects of the story overtook everything else. Even worse, this story dragged on and on and on at a snails pace, and as I said, the only remotely exciting thing happened literally within the last few issues, with the build up being drawn out and unengaging.

-The future was boring. Very, very boring, and even worse, we were told exactly how it got that way. What portions of the story weren’t dedicated to observing the Domestic Life Of The Teenage Echidna were spent infodumping and expositing about the events of the past that led to the present time. And at the present time? Everything was so peachy and perfect it could make you sick. There was no danger, no new menaces to fight in the Post-Robotnik Mobius, everything was just bland and happy and nooo real problems whatsoever. The Kingdom of Acorn now ruled Mobius, and Angel Island was now a superpower, and all the enemies of the past were either defeated or domesticated (more on that below). There was nothing to draw people in. No conflict to engage the readers. Even worse, ss this at the time was regarded as ‘the’ future and not just a ‘What-If’ (the debate of which caused an infamous feud between Penders and Bollers), the exposition ensured that there could not even be a potential mystery in figuring out how things got to this point, because the entire future was now laid bare before us. And since we now knew that this achingly perfect and tranquil future was to come, and exactly HOW Eggman was going to be defeated, there was little reason to become invested in past stories. What’s the point of sticking around when you know how its all gonnna go? Every conflict that took place in the past was now rendered irrelevant thanks to this future, which pretty much gave away the ending.

-On top of all that, the developments of the characters from the past who were featured in this future were... nonsensical, and in some cases deeply insulting. Knuckles, for example, who had grown up in the wilderness away from cities and the like, was now in a position of power as not only Guardian but the head of the EST, and living very comfortably in a manor, with a maid of all things. Even accounting for the fact that the years change people, this doesn’t really feel like the kind of life Knuckles would ever want to live or COULD ever want to live, instead feeling like a reflection of Penders’ own ideal for what a happy ending should look like. Worse though was what happened to Julie-Su... while her depiction as such was not always very stellar, there was at least a token amount of effort applied to depicting her as a capable soldier and action girl, and prior to the release of this he swore up and down that she would STILL be a badass. This was false. This was very, very false. She was pretty much a stay at home mom who did upkeep on the house, acting as a *painfully* cliche ‘50s Housewife’ at utter odds with her prior depiction. While there is nothing wrong with being a domestic or anything like that, the fact was that this was definitely not how anybody ever wanted to see Julie-Su, and even worse, despite Penders’ touting of the ‘non-traditional’ nature of their marriage (which I should add was a reflection of the fact that he and his own wife operate under a common-law marriage), the fact of the matter was that the marriage was even MORE tradtional and bland than most marriages in media at that time.

And it didn’t end there either. Sonic was now King of the world and pretty much going through a midlife crisis, and Sally, who actually WAS a leader of men during her youth and Queen of Mobius, was now happy and content with taking a backseat to Sonic and letting him make all the major decisions. There are many arguments about whether or not Sonic should have ever been a king or if it fits his character, but the point of order is, nobody at all wanted to see THIS from Sonic, or Sally. The decision to make him King was especially baffling because in real life, that’s not how European monarchy’s work. Sonic is not nobility, and even if he were, his lower rank would ensure that he would only ever be a prince or a regent at best, while Sally would be the one calling the shots thanks to her being higher ranked than him to begin with.

And then there was Lien-Da. Recall how I said some threats became domesticated? Well this here is Exhibit A- wanna now what kind of future Lien-Da has after a lifetime of terrorism, deceit and murder? She’s living comfortabltly in suburbia with her son (with no mention or hint of who the father could be), and is just so gosh darned chummy with her half-sister that they gossip like a couple of old hens. I mean sure, Lien-Da helped murder Julie’s mother and their father, and then had Julie mindwiped twice-over, to say nothing of spending generations trying to murder the Guardians, but it’s all coooool, brah! No hard feelings, no bad blood whatsoever! Why, even Dimitri himself confirms that all of Lien-Da’s ambitions would never ever come true anyway, so hey, why carry a grudge? Family trumps all!

Yeah, I digress. Whatever people envisioned for the future of the characters they loved, this wasn’t it. At all.

-The kids sucked, both as characters and from a design standpoint. For visuals, Lara-Su got off easy, having a reasonably unique and recognizable design that made her an instant hit with a lot of fans... the fact that Penders didn’t design her might have had something to do with that though. Everyone else? Clone children. Clone children as far as the eye can see. Literally they were all just traces of their parents with different clothes, and they had even less going on with regards to personality. The one with the most distinct personality was Manik, who was such a loathesome little creeper that everyone kind of wished he really WAS just as bland and forgettable as everyone else. While obviously children are gonna resemble their parents, making them flat out clones was just a step too far (sadly this would plague the sequel series as well). There have been many fan ideas and conceptions of what the children of our heroes would look like- all of them were better, or at least made more of an effort, than this.

-While the book might have been called “Mobius: 25 Years Later”, it was actually more like “Angel Island Twenty Five Years Later”. Given that this storyline started out as a special called Knuckles: Twenty Years Later, this isn’t really that unexpected, but for a storyline that billed itself as the future of Mobius itself, the focus on Angel Island at the expense of everything else left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. WHile it would be impossible to cover everyone, it was Knuckles and his family that got the most coverage, with the extended cast getting cameos or token mentions regardless of how important they were in the past. Bunnie and Antoine didn’t show up, Tails only showed up much later, we barely get any action from the other Chaotix... you get the idea. Even worse, Knuckles was pretty much revealed to be the destined savior of the planet, the one to finally defeat Eggman instead of Sonic, and the reveal of what was causing problems in the future would eventually be revealed to be SOnic’s fault! The Knuckles favoritism was incredibly grating, and incredibly disappointing. People wanted to see the future of *Mobius*, not JUST all the parts most relevant to Knuckles. This was the storylien that really did much to establish how little Penders cared about the title character of the series and how hellbent he was on ensuring the ‘legacy’ of his personal pet despite the Knuckles series having been gone for years by that point.

-On a retroactive front, the reveal of Rotor being gay, or rather the rationale and circumstances of it, did a lot to taint the perception of the series. Even when the series was going on, Penders hinted that one of the cast was gay, and didn’t reveal who it was until years after he had left the book...it just happened to be Rotor, who just happened to be tortured in the new 30YL storyline while his supposed lover, Cobor, was dead. That he timed the reveal in such a way that it made Flynn look like a homophobe was suspect enough, but his reasoning behind the reveal was especially troubling, with him declaring that Rotor was gay due to his shyness. Adding insult to injury, there was absolutely no chemistry between Cobor and Rotor, like at all. In a fandom where two characters so much as looking at eachother too long can result in shipping, this was especially noteworthy, as nobody at all shipped Cobor and Rotor before the reveal... and after, for that matter. Penders loudly patting himself on the back for this despite how little he had done in-story to indicate it did a lot to taint the storyline in people’s eyes, and forever made Rotor’s sexuality a touchy subject due to knowing that Penders would always be eager to take credit for it despite having done nothing to build it up. While there was only so much one could really do at the time it was written, that doesn’t excuse the fact that there was so little affection and so little to read into with regards to Cobor and Rotor, due to the fact that believable, human interaction is well beyond Penders’ capacity as a writer.

There is probably more I am not considering. Anyone who has anything to add is free to do so. But in conclusion? For everything that this story promised to be, and for all the ways that promise was broken, this whole thing became a black hole of wasted potential, a vortex of suckage that would consume everything in proximity, and that is why despite everything, a lot of people are not that eager to see it re-visted, believing that its just impossible to un-anchor it from the awful, awful story that spawned, and that there is nothing worth salvaging from it.

They might have a point.

#jdscanvas

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mitaki · 7 years

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My Dream With You

Hey there,

I am back from the dead but only for a short time. I saw this wonderful Shallura fanart from @breezycheezyart and just had to write something for it. It didn’t turn out as I imagined it to and not nearly as wonderful as the fanart but hey at least I wrote something.

Pairing: Shiro/Allura (Voltron) Warnings: No warnings apply Words: 1272 AO3

Shiro rolled his shoulders and couldn’t wait to get home so he could finally relax. He was in desperate need of a break after having worked so hard for multiple days. The fact that he had sold his car a month ago and now had to use the trains and busses to get to hid work place only worsened everything. But he only had to think of the cause for it and sighed.

Every time Shiro entered his apartment, he immediately felt better. The familiarity of it was too comforting for it to not have that effect. That effect only got stronger since a couple of months.

Shiro was putting off his shoes when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. His brows furrowed and jaw tightened. This couldn’t be happening. He walked to the source of the noise and his frown deepened when he saw who was standing there. Of course Shiro’s warnings went ignored again.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come here?” Shiro said.

The culprit turned around, looking as if they were caught doing something wrong, which they kind of were. Shiro knew his words went ignored again when he was met with a blinding smile.

“Welcome back,” said Allura, smile still intact, “I was waiting for you.”

Shiro sighed and removed Allura from the stove. “What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you not to overwork yourself?”

Allura laughed and gripped Shiro’s hands in hers. “I am fine. I was just cooking. I can do this much.”

“Let me do it. Go and rest.”

Allura cupped Shiro’s cheeks and applied some pressure so Shiro looked like a fish. “You should rest. You just came from work. I rested the whole day and am glad that I get to do something.”

Shiro was still frowning but also feeling his resolve crumble. It was true that Allura had been staying home a lot lately and that Shiro wasn’t there for her a lot. Despite knowing that he couldn’t change that because they needed the money since he had to take care of someone else now too, he felt bad. He should be taking care of his wife but was wasting it on work.

Allura softened her grip and her eyes, knowing what Shiro must be thinking. She nuzzled her nose against his and shook her head. “Don’t think too much. I’m fine. You’re worrying too much.”

Shiro sighed and pulled Allura into his arms. “How can I not worry? You’re always so weak and even needed hospitalization.”

She bit his arm for a second and then hugged him tightly. “And you’re overworking yourself. If you’d take care of yourself more I wouldn’t have to do worry.” Shiro knew she was right so he didn’t even try to fight her on this. Allura pulled back and added. “You should shower. Dinner will be ready until then.”

Shiro smiled and pulled Allura closer again, asking in a teasing tone. “Are you trying to get me naked?” He pinched her butt for good measure.

Allura yelped and slapped his chest lightly, a blush forming on her cheeks already. Then she pulled him in by his collar and bit his lower lip. “You should go before I jump you.”

“You should go before your food burns,” retaliated Shiro.

Allura’s eyes widened and she let go of Shiro immediately. Shiro laughed and left the kitchen before Allura could hit him with any cooking utensils. He did as he was told and enjoyed some extra minutes under the hot water. When he came out, dinner was ready and Allura was waiting for him. She patted Shiro’s chair next to her. Shiro obediently followed Allura’s silent command and stole a kiss from Allura before he started eating. They spent most of the evening on the table, talking about Shiro’s work, and Allura was trying to convince Shiro that despite Shiro’s grandmother’s insistence her name wasn’t actually a beautiful one.

Shiro yawned and Allura did immediately afterwards too.

“We should go to sleep, I guess,” Shiro said and stopped Allura from clearing the table, doing it himself.

Allura groaned and buried her head in her arms. “That early? I feel so old; older than your grandmother.”

Shiro laughed, pressed a kiss to Allura’s head, and asked. “What do you have against my grandmother?”

“She’s so old. Are you sure she didn’t make a pact with the devil to live forever?”

“Yes, and she’s not even ninety. Come on. Lets get to bed.”

Allura raised her arms and said with a pout. “Carry me.”

“I would if it were the old days and if I weren’t so tired.”

“I’m not that fat.”

“You’re considerably bigger than you used to be and I don’t want to risk letting you fall.”

“Fine.”

After teeth were brushed and both of them had settled under the blankets, Allura was rubbing her cold feet against Shiro’s and Shiro had a protective arm wrapped around Allura’s middle.

When Shiro woke up it was at a rather unusual time. The sun was too high up in the sky and Allura was waiting next to the windows and was wearing one of her feather light dresses, an arm around her stomach and hair in a high ponytail. She looked at Shiro when she heard him move, and Shiro looked at where her gaze had previously been. The changing table and cradle he had sold his car for filled him now with just as much happiness as they used to when he bought them together with Allura.

“You’re awake.”

Shiro’s gaze snapped back to Allura and his smile brightened. “Why did you let me sleep in?”

“Because you needed it.”

He couldn’t deny that. Shiro sat up and rubbed the sleep put of his eyes. When he looked up Allura was still standing next to the window, shrouded in sunlight. She looked more angelic than she ever had. Shiro extended his arms and made grabby hands at her. “I want to greet my baby.”

Allura laughed and walked up to him, letting Shiro put his hand on her stomach, on their baby. Shiro kissed Allura’s stomach and let his forehead rest there. There had been a time where he had thought he wouldn’t even live to see the next day during the war let alone think of having a wife and waiting for their baby to arrive.

Allura carded her fingers through Shiro’s hair and rested her hand on his neck. “Does the mummy also get a good morning kiss or is that only supposed to be for the baby?”

Shiro smiled and kissed Allura when she leaned down, his hands still on her stomach. He pulled her in his lap and rested his chin on top of her head. “Did she not let you sleep again?”

“Tonight was okay, better than on other nights.”

“Did you eat breakfast?”

Before Allura could answer, Shiro’s stomach growled and he blushed, which only worsened when he heard Allura laugh at him.

“I think you’re the one who needs to eat something,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shiro responded and lifted Allura in his arms as he got up.

She let out a squealed and gripped Shiro’s shoulder hard. Shiro swayed her from right to left and back again and murmured with a smirk, “Definitely heavier than you used to be.”

Allura gasped offended and shook him as best as she could without endangering any of them. “That is all your daughter.”

Shiro’s smirk turned softer at the mention of their daughter and he pressed Allura closer. Allura rolled her eyes when he whispered ‘our daughter’ but kissed him immediately.

#breezycheezyart #shallura #shallura fanfiction #voltron fanfic #shallura fanfic #voltron legendary defender fanfic #shiro x allura fanfic #my writing #shallura imagine #pregnant allura

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saeranoppa · 7 years

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This might be a reverse case scenario, but, how would the MC deal with the RFA members + V and Saeran whenever they feel down? (if fluff is included then you'd make this anon so happy ^^) Thank You!!1~

This is honestly how I’d cheer them up.

I will leave this under the cut because it turned out longer than expected. Sorry if this is shitty… AND SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!

Yoosung

He’d failed a test.

He hadn’t failed in a while and felt like a failure.

He was so afraid he would disappoint you.

But you always told him to do it for his sake, not yours.

45/100 in Physiology.

To be fair, the teacher just wasn’t good at explaining in a way he would understand and the class was downright tedious as hell.

But still, he could’ve put in more effort.

He knew he wouldn’t fail the subject, but getting this kind of grade during finals just sucked.

You noticed he was running his fingers through his hair more than usual.

He kept staring at something on his desk until he finally removed his glasses and threw them on the table.

So obvious.

You stood from the couch and walked towards his desk, slowly snaking your arms around him.

He tensed up and immediately snatched the paper from the desk and placed it between his legs.

You frowned and turned the chair around, forcing him to face you.

“Okay. You’re scaring me, Yoosung… What’s wrong?”

He sighed and hesitantly took out the paper, handing it to you.

“What is…” You trailed off as you saw his test. So that was it.

“Are you… disappointed?” He asked, looking almost desperately at you. It hurt. You didn’t like seeing him like this. Beating himself up.

You took a deep breath and carefully sat on his lap. “Listen here, Kim Yoosung.”

He rested his hands on your waist, looking down into those eyes that made him feel such deep love.

“A number doesn’t define you. And it’s just one bad grade… It’s not that it’s a good thing to fail… But your failures help you grow and learn. Just try to learn from this as much as you can. But know that no matter what I’ll be here for you babe. So please, for the last time… Stop. Thinking. Your. Grades. Will. Influence. My. Love. For. You.”

You said the last part between kisses and finally brought his lips down to meet your own.

“Thank you… MC. I… feel… calm. Thank you. Now… I’ll try harder not just for you but for me… and for our future together…”

He was much more mature now…

“Now, how about I make you a smoothie, baby?” You suggested, placing several kisses on his cheeks.

“That would be wonderful.”

Zen

He lost a role.

The producers chose someone else instead of him and this hadn’t happened in a while.

And he felt… frustrated… sad.

As his manager, you obviously knew he’d been rejected and felt awful yourself. You felt like you failed him, but soon realized it just wasn’t meant to be.

But he didn’t. He started riding his motorcycle and smoking daily again.

It hurt.

Every time you tried asking him what was wrong, every time he pulled The Smile™ and told you “everything is okay, princess, don’t worry”.

You weren’t stupid.

It was until you were almost done preparing dinner that he decided to go on a ride.

“Zen. Dinner’s almost ready, please don’t go…”

Your voice sounded mildly desperate.

You didn’t forbid him from riding his motorcycle or smoking, but you always expressed your discontent about it. You always told him that you were afraid something was going to happen to him and eventually, a month or so after you started dating, he stopped.

(Well, at least tried to. He rode his motorcycle once a week and smoke one cigarette a month, tops 5.)

“Oh, babe, I was just going to the store for some cigare—”

You had /enough/. You weren’t just going to stand still and watch him self-destruct.

As his manager and more importantly as his fiancée, you had to stop him.

You set down your cooking utensils and started walking towards him in silence, with a gaze that screamed ‘if you move, you’re dead’.

He knew you meant business when you gave him The Walk™ + The Look™.

“…Babe? What's—”

Again, he was interrupted by you grabbing the collar of his sweater and pulling him down towards you.

You had to stand on top of the couch (which was conveniently right next to you) in order to give him a strong and warm embrace.

“Please stop, Zenny… I… I know it hurts. The role. I felt so guilty… But then I realized it wasn’t my fault… and it isn’t yours either! It just wasn’t meant to be! And maybe this is a mediocre way of thinking, but just know that it hurts me when you put your life in danger by riding your motorcycle or by smoking your cigarettes… It hurts. Because I know you’re doing it because you’re hurting. Instead of talking to me… I can actually help you… I want to.. I’m here for you, Zen. That’s why I’m here… That’s… More than your manager… as your… as your fiancé. Please also lean on me. When things are tough for you, I’ll be here and I hope you know that. I don’t know if you still want to go for your cigarettes… Go if you want to… I’m not your owner and I’m not going to control you. But just know that you’re actually hurting me too… and I know it’s selfish of me to say it, to even think this way when you’re actually the one who’s hurting but… whatever just… I love you, Zen. Please just lean on me, because I know I can provide you the strength you need whenever you feel alone so please…”

You were out of breath and words and you were holding the man you loved in your arms as tight as your arms could.

He started shaking, then let out a soft and choked sob… and you felt your heart stop.

Zen was crying.

He was crying in your arms and you felt your heart break. Was he really keeping all of this to himself?

“It’s so frustrating, MC.” He said between sobs as he clung onto you, his arms pressing you, if it was even possible, closer to him.

“I know…” You just stroked his hair, and rubbed his back and eventually he pulled back and you got off the couch.

“Also, I noticed that you were kinda out of it during rehearsals… So, don’t you even dare doubt your talents. Zen, I’m always cheering for you.”

You gave him double thumbs up and a bright smile.

zen.exe stopped working.

He blushed so hard and just carried you and pressed your back against the wall.

This man started kissing you like his life /depended/ on it.

You obviously kissed him back with just as much intensity.

“Where would I be without you?”

“Probably surrounded by loads of hotties… or at rehearsal, or bickering with Jumin.”

He snorted and was just surprised at how easily you managed to lift his mood.

Jaehee

There had been an awful client at the cake shop that day.

“You call this a cake? This tastes like garbage.”

That pretty much made her entire day come plummeting down.

That day you stayed home trying to sort some business you had with your college bills.

When you heard the door slam your head shot up from the desk and noticed your wife walking in with a bag full of what sounded like glass bottles.

Was that… beer? She rarely drank. And it was at that moment that you knew something had happened.

You stood from your desk and immediately went to hug her but stopped when you felt her tense up.

“Not now, MC. Please…”

What…? She never refused a hug before.

Just what happened?

You decided that it was best to let her cool off for a moment.

The moment you heard the water from your shower running you bolted and started making one of her favorite dishes for dinner.

Since she was tired and down, she would probably want to take a long shower. That gave you about an hours tops.

Once dinner was ready you placed both plates on the table in front of the couch (that’s where you two usually ate) and poured the both of you a generous amount of wine.

For good measure you placed her favorite Zen DVD on the player.

You heard you girlfriend’s footsteps approaching and the moment she walked in you hesitantly made your way towards her.

“Can I hug you now..?” Your voice trailed off, afraid she would reject you.

By now she would’ve already noticed all the preparations you made.

She couldn’t help but smile slightly before quietly wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close, and hiding her face in your hair.

“Thank you…”

You nodded once before pulling back from the hug slightly and pressing a kiss against her forehead.

“What’s up, angel?” Your voiced dripped concern. You hated seeing her down, it tore at your heart.

When she told you everything that went on back at the cake shop you saw red.

“How could you let someone tell you those awful things!? Your cakes are absolutely delicious and he’s a dumbass. You are absolutely talented at what you do, baby. And honestly that guys just fucking stupid for thinking that he can just walk in a make my girlfriend cry! Oh no he won’t get away with this! Jaehee, show me the CCTV foota—”

You were interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against your jaw and you felt your breath hitch.

“That man doesn’t deserve our effort.” She placed another kiss on the shell of your ear and for the love of God, you almost die.

“I.. I-I… yeah…”

“Now that we’re talking about efforts, I see that you made a big one for me…” She towards the food.

“Oh that’s nothing… I thought it would cheer you up.” You mumbled shyly.

“You already did.”

Bless this angel.

Jumin

I got this idea from a fanart. I can’t find it (smh) but I’ll link it when I do.

His father was dating YET ANOTHER money seeking woman. He thought he would’ve learned something with the whole Glam Choi thing, but apparently not.

“You’re a robot aren’t you.” “Your jokes aren’t even funny.” “Han Jumin has feelings!?!???!”

“Mr. Han, would you confirm the rumors about your sexuality? Are you really gay?”

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, if he just “brushed it off”, all those things did hurt him. He was human after all.

You always hated how everyone sometimes treated Jumin in the chatroom and how shameless the media could be.

You hated how his father would make him feel.

You just couldn’t bear seeing the man you love being hurt.

What brought this up?

Well, your husband was now about to open his second bottle of wine. (We know this man has high tolerance)

You frowned when you noticed the slightest of trembles on his hand when he brought the glass to his lips.

He wasn’t talking to you.

When he got home he just kissed you on the forehead and started acknowledging Elizabeth the 3rd more the usual.

He was also super quiet during dinner and failed to eat most of his food.

He said he wasn’t hungry.

You knew that you couldn’t force someone to talk if they didn’t want to. But you’re supposed to be his spouse, a pillar for him to lean on.

So you gathered all your courage and strutted all the way up to him.

Without any warning you removed the glass of wine from his hands and grabbed the bottle.

You made your way towards the kitchen and left both the glass and the bottle resting on the counter.

You noticed a slight look of annoyance that flashed across his face, but you decided you were going to let it pass, giving his current mood.

You walked back to where he was sitting.

He was now staring at the city beneath him, the frown still on his face.

“I was drinking that, MC. That was really rude of you. I thought that you respec-”

“What’s rude is that you can’t even notice how much your spouse wants to be there to support you and you just won’t let them.”

He turned to look at you, confusion written all over his gorgeous face.

“What are you talking about, MC?”

You let out a shaky sigh, carefully sitting on his lap.

(You were straddling him but like sitting up on the sofa).

“What happened today that made you want to drink all your feelings instead of talking to me? Instead of letting me support you?”

You managed to leave him speechless.

How were you able to see right through his almost perfect façade?

You just knew him too well.

You were his… light.

“Father decided to date another gold digger. I’m tired of being asked if I’m gay! What’s it to them!? It’s none of their business! And I’m so sick of being called a robot. I am human, I feel. I suck at expressing how I feel, but that doesn’t mean words aren’t able to hurt me. Of course they are. I… I… I’m tired. I feel drained and I didn’t want to burden you.”

You were… impressed? Shocked?

He spilled his feelings so directly to you.

Maybe he was slightly tipsy from the bottle of wine he just downed. But you were glad he told you, because keeping those things to himself would just end up hurting him. You couldn’t have that. The only thought made your heart ache.

You listened intently as he told you all his problems and when he finished you noticed his eyes were glassy.

Did he..? Was he going to cry?

You almost immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and gently pulled him down towards your face.

Your forehead rested against his. His breath was tickling your face.

“Thank you. For trusting me. I… Jumin, I know this won’t help much but your father won’t change unless he wants to. But you just have to be there to support him, to help him if he ever needs help. You’re his family and a great, loving, and devoted son. He’s lucky to have you. But, let’s hope he realizes his mistakes soon. As for the rumors. Babe, don’t let them affect you. It’s their job, even if it’s despicable, they’re forced to say those things and the writers of the stories are forced to write them because that’s business. But, if you ever hear them directly and they bother you, make sure to call me and tell me so. I’ll be here to listen. To make you happy. To even make you laugh that cute laugh of yours. And as for the messenger. Oh, boi. Just let them talk to you like that again. I’ll give them a piece of my mind! I never said much because I thought they didn’t bother you as much. For that I feel guilty. But the next time they even dare to talk to you like that I won’t let them forget that you shouldn’t piss me off. But, babe, you’re a person capable of feeling beautiful things. Capable of loving, caring, being passionate about what you love, you’re reliable, you’re good, kind, you’re cranky sometimes, and sort of… a savage? You are a cunning and ambitious man and you ARE FUNNY. I can’t stress that enough. You make me laugh so much that I keep wondering if they speak the same language as us or something. Han Jumin, you are one of the most beautiful and humane souls I’ve ever met and… I feel lucky. And it hurts me to see you like this. So please, next time know that I’m here. For better or for worse, right? Your spouse will always be here for you, watching your back. Your burdens are mine and mine are yours. We’re a team. We get through tough times together… I love you. A lot. I’m in love with you…”

At some point you stopped looking into his eyes and your gaze rested on his tie. By the end of your speech, you felt your face heat up.

What if he thought you were too much? That you were just exaggerating.

But then you felt a couple of hands cup your cheeks and the next thing you know is that his lips are pressed against yours.

He started running one hand down your back while the other one tangled in your hair, bringing you closer to him.

The kiss deepened and you two broke the kiss until air was needed.

He was only able to say this.

“Thank you, MC. I… I am so completely in love with you. I love you. I…”

At this points you hugged him, tightly, and started running your hands along his hair. You two stayed like that until his head started feeling progressively heavier.

You two decided to go to the bedroom before you fell asleep on the chair and “woke up with severe neck pain”.

Cuddles and loving the rest of the night.

It was truly an amazing thing how you managed to see right through him like it was nothing.

He loved you so much.

Like so much.

He felt like he was the luckiest man in the world.

Saeyoung

You had been back from work for about an hour or so. You thought it would be a good idea to order your husband’s favorite takeout food.

At the moment only two persons were in the living room. And that was you and Saeran.

He’d been going therapy for the past months but it still wasn’t recommendable for him to be alone for long periods of time. But that wasn’t really a big problem for you since you sincerely enjoyed his company.

You were playing video games on one end of the couch while he was reading something that looked like manhwa.

It was when you heard the front door slam shut (it usually did that if you didn’t close it by yourself) that both you and your brother-in-law turned around to find a somber looking Saeyoung walking into the living room.

You paused your game and smiled widely at him. Today was your day off at the toy shop so you decided to spend your remaining free time at home.

Yes, the toy shop was your part time job. You enjoyed helping your husband.

But he didn’t even look at you. His gaze focused on Saeran and for the briefest of moments, hurt and regret flashed across. You knew instantly because those were the very same expressions he wore at Rika’s apartment for several days.

He gave both of us a quiet greeting before making his way into your bedroom.

The reason for his current mood was as clear as day. But you just didn’t know what triggered him. And you wouldn’t let him isolate himself.

Saeran hadn’t even noticed his expression since he went back to reading his manhwa.

“I’ll be right back, Saeran…” You offered him a shy smile, you still felt kind of awkward around him, afraid he would dislike you.

You were now at the door and slowly turned the knob, preparing yourself for what was about to come.

“Saeyoung…?” Stepping quietly into the bedroom, your eyes scanned the room and found your husband sitting on the bed hugging his knees close to his chest.

You could hear the faintest sniffling.

He was hiding his face but you knew he was crying and that just made you feel your heart drop.

Without any warning you climbed onto bed and started rubbing his back while your fingers slowly caressed his red locks.

You leaned in slowly and pressed your lips on the nape of his neck, closing your eyes, trying hard not to cry yourself.

It broke you seeing him like this.

“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”

He started shaking his head and that was when his body started trembling.

“I don’t deserve happiness. I… I’m a monster, I’m trash. Nothing more, nothing less. I… don’t deserve all these blessings. I don’t deserve his forgiveness… I don’t. I don’t deserve you I…”

That was it. He wasn’t doing this. Not again.

You tilted his head up and forced him to look into your now teary eyes.

“No. Don’t say those things. You and I know it’s not true. You deserve all the happiness in the world. You and your brother do.”

You hesitantly brushed your lips against his while your hands lowered his legs for them to rest flat on the mattress.

You carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and started brushing your nose against his cheek. His tears just didn’t seem to stop.

It wad quiet for a couple of minutes until he pulled back and took a hold of your hand, bringing it up to rest it against his cheek.

“I… At the toy shop… I saw a pair of twins… They both looked so happy and started messing around and… I was just reminded of everything. If only I had been enough, if only I would’ve taken the right decision… then this wouldn’t have happened! I put him in a world of pain and I..”

He trailed off and made a face that made you believe that even /talking/ about this physically hurt him.

“Saeyoung… My angel…” He looked up at you, more tears threatening to spill.

“You… You were a kid… You both were. Those kind of decisions… even for a kid… they are beyond excruciating, I can’t even begin to imagine how much. You two had each other. But that was a situation that was completely out of your hands. You… You tried seeking him and it’s not your fault but someone else’s and we both know who that is. So please, stop. Stop… You are all I ever dreamed of. You make me feel such happiness, I can’t wait to start a family with you. And your brother… just know he loves you too, with his entire heart. Even though he isn’t ready to admit it to himself or to anyone else… You were once his pillar and you two have a strong connection that was toyed with by twisted, evil people. And… you need to know that you can’t live with this guilt. You need to let it go, I know it sounds selfish, but it’s the only way you’ll be happy… I… I really want you to be happy. Whenever I see your smile, my entire world lights up and… I hate seeing you say those things about yourself. So please engrave this in your brain. Neither you nor Saeran deserved what you went through, it wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t his, and you both deserve to be happy and deserve all the love this world can offer. So please… try to be happy, try to forgive yourself. Because Saeran already did, even if he won’t admit it. So please, just don’t isolate yourself and come to me when you need strength. Come to me when you need love and I will always give you endless amounts of it. And Saeran… don’t worry about him because I love him as my own brother. You two… You’re my family and I want my family to be happy.”

Now you were the one crying. You’d never expressed all these feelings before in front of him. But it was now or never and he needed to know.

You brought your hand up to your face to brush away all tears and wiped it on your shirt.

When you felt two strong arms envelop your form you felt yourself relax.

Saeyoung slowly lied down on the bed bringing you on top of him.

He was speechless. Did you really think all that? He was too overwhelmed. He was never loved this intensely before and he had never love someone with such passion and fierceness before.

“MC… You… Thank you. Thank you for staying. Thank you for loving me and my brother. Thank you for existing.”

He started kissing you sweetly, carefully, lovingly.

Your legs tangled together and your hands were tangled in each other’s hair.

It was until you heard Saeran yell something from the living room that you broke apart.

“Oi!! MC!! And the idiot!! Dinner’s here!!”

You both chuckled at the difference in tone when referring to you two.

“He loves you, Saeyoung.”

“I… I know…”

Spoilers

a/n: This is an AU in which V survives.

Two years and a half went by pretty fast after the whole Mint Eye ordeal and in those two years and a half you managed to make a connection with V that you would’ve never thought possible before.

You helped him heal and eventually things happened and a beautiful friendship bloomed into an even more beautiful relationship.

Today you were moving into a new apartment and you were packing all your stuff in boxes.

This was a pretty big step for the both of you, but nonetheless, you both felt elated. He wanted nothing more than making new memories in a new place with a person who made him feel safe and comfortable and happy. A person who wouldn’t hurt him in his attempt of loving them.

You were rummaging through your boyfriend’s closet when you found a dusty box by the very corner.

Letting out a satisfied grunt when you were able to grab a hold of it.

The first thing you noticed was the ridiculous amount of dust.

‘This hasn’t been opened in a while…’, you thought.

Of course you would never pry on his things, so the first thing you did was call out for him.

“Jihyun! Love! Come check this out!”

You could hear the sound of rushing footsteps and offered him a bright smile when he walked into the room.

His smile fell completely when he noticed the item you were holding in your arms.

That didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Where did you find that, MC?”

Even his tone of voice was somber and you could hear the strain in his voice.

“It uh.. was in the closet. What’s wrong V?” You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing it lovingly.

He took a deep breath as he made an effort to gather his thoughts.

Hesitantly, the teal haired man grabbed the box and beckoned you towards the small table in the middle of the living room.

Once you knelt down right by his side he started dusting the box and you could even notice the care he did it with.

Anxiety was starting to eat at you and when your gaze landed on the contents of the box, you felt your heart stop.

It was full of photos of a certain blonde with green eyes that had made everyone’s lives hell.

Why did he keep the box? What? Did that mean he was still..? No he couldn’t be. He loved you. He told you so. Plus, it was covered in dust.

Guilt started eating at you for doubting your boyfriend’s feelings.

You didn’t even notice that your breathing started getting audibly heavier nor the shaking of your hands.

It was until you felt the cool hands of your boyfriend cup your cheeks that you snapped out of your trance.

You met his eyes and you were surprised to find tears in them.

“That box… I forgot I even had it… I…”, he took yet another deep breath before continuing, “This just reminds me of how much… how much I hurt everyone. I… The things I did to cover for Rika… I separated two brothers who loved each other very much, and I lied to everyone in the R.F.A. I lied to my family. I lied to my best friends. Even now, I’m hurting you. I… Am I an awful person?”

His voice was a mere whisper and his tears managed to roll down his pale cheeks.

You felt awful. How could you doubt him? But he needed you, you needed him. You two were a team.

Slowly, you started shaking your head from side to side, progressively becoming faster. Your hands covered his own and you slowly removed them from your cheeks.

For a moment a look of horror mixed with panic crossed his face, but when you intertwined your fingers with his, you could feel him relax.

You leaned your face closer to his, your lips hovering over his.

“Jihyun… No. Please don’t think that way. You… You have to be one, if not the kindest person I’ve ever met. You are so selfless and… the decisions you made when you were with Rika, wrong as they may have been, you… you were being manipulated… Everyone was. And she was pulling the strings.”

You pressed a sweet chaste kiss on his lips before wrapping your arms tightly around his shaking form.

Your mouth came to hover right next to his right hear.

“You, my love, are a beautiful person with so many virtues and flaws. You… You should focus on the future… Focus on all the beautiful things that are currently surrounding you. You will never know just how beautiful you are to me and how special. How close I hold you to my heart. And… I know you feel guilty. But you were forgiven a long time ago.”

You pressed a firm and long kiss on his temple and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“I love you, Jihyun”, you mumbled against his skin, inhaling his endearing scent.

He stayed quiet until his trembling eventually stopped. You held him close to you all the while.

“Come…”

You guided him towards the couch.

You lied down and gently tugged at his arm.

His face was still one of pain, of guilt and it broke you.

Eventually his head came to rest on your chest as one of your hands rubbed his back and the other one stroked his cheek, wiping the ocasional tear away.

“Let’s start a new life together… Leaving behind all the pain but never completely forgetting it. Let’s learn from our mistakes and grow stronger together. Let’s be happy together.”

And with that, he smiled.

He reached up to hold your hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

“I love you too, MC.”

Those were the first words he spoke in while.

“Thank you for making me see the world in a much more beautiful perspective than before. Thank you for being by my side. For being my source of strength. Thank you for waking me up.”

Later that day, with you holding tightly onto him, reassuring him and he was able to throw away that box full of beautiful memories because he was sure that he was going to make more of those but this time they would be with someone that truly loved him and made him feel safe, made him completely feel at home.

Saeran

a/n: In this one we’ll stick to the canonic plot, with the exception that Seven and MC were just friends.

Three years. That’s how long it’s been since you and Seven brought down Mint Eye.

And somewhere along those two years, you and Saeran grew close in way you would’ve never imagined.

It started as you two getting used to each other’s company, then you trying to calm him down during his breakdowns, then eventually you became friends, you trusted each other, and finally you gave yourselves to each other. Body and soul.

It was a nice relationship, beautiful. And though not the most normal one or stable one at times, you two never gave up on it.

Your relationship was one of the most precious things you two had.

In all that time you and Saeyoung helped his twin get better. You even persuaded him to undergo therapy.

But today was V’s death anniversary and the RFA decided to go visit his grave. After that everyone would go to Jumin’s apartment to spend the afternoon. (Somehow they all managed to persuade Jumin to put Elly in another room while Zen was around.)

You were the co-pilot in Seven’s car and Saeran was sitting in the backseat. Thus why you weren’t able to notice his constant fidgeting.

When you finally made it to the graveyard and found the other members, everyone gathered around and started either praying, placing flowers on V’s grave, or reminiscing.

You noticed your boyfriend’s hands started getting sweaty while you were holding hands.

At some point you went to leave flowers on V’s grave and pray for a moment.

That’s when he told Saeyoung where he was going and quietly slipped away from the group, making his way back to the car.

Once you were done you turned and started to make your way back to your boyfriend, only to find him gone.

Anxiety and panic flooded every inch of your body as you started turning your head in every direction, but there was no trace of him.

“He went back to the car.”

Saeyoung whispered right next to you, effectively startling you.

“Thanks…” You managed to offer him a weak smile before excusing yourself.

You could see him leaning against the trunk, looking up at the sky, completely lost in thought.

“Hey, you…”

Almost immediately, he turned his head and relief washed over his face the moment he laid eyes on you.

“Hey, MC.” He proceeded to look back up at the sky, following the movements of the clouds.

You walked over to him and carefully reached for his hand, which you noticed, was gripping the edge of the car tightly.

A frown appeared on your face and it was obvious something was up.

Your free hand made its way into his hair, tangling your fingers in his now ginger locks.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice came out as a whisper, your eyes trying to find his.

Nothing.

“Please, Saeran… Let me help you… Talk to me.” You knew it sounded like you were begging and honestly, you were.

“I’m a murderer.” He murmured after a few moments.

Your breath caught in your throat and your stroking stopped briefly. That’s when he decided to look into your wide, stunned eyes.

“I’m a filthy murderer.” He said once again. “I killed V. I… I shot him! And now I’m here, visiting his grave as if I have any right to! I can’t actually believe the others even accepted me! I can’t even look at Jumin in the eyes! I can't—”

He was cut off by a soft choking sound and tears started running down his cheeks.

“How can someone as pure as you love me?” His voice sounded so… strained, so full of pain.

In that moment, you snaked your arms around him and tangled your fingers into his red locks yet again.

“No… Don’t say that, don’t talk like that. Please.” Your embrace tightened slightly.

“But it’s true! I shot him! I am nothing but a monster!” He hid his face in your hair.

“Saeran. You need to understand and remember that you were in an extremely unstable condition and your state of mind wasn’t clear. It all happened so fast and you know that it wasn’t your fault. Your mind was toyed with! You were toyed with by an actual crazy person.” You pressed a kiss against his collarbone.

“I love you… You’re not a monster. You’re an angel. You’re my angel. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me! So please, please, don’t talk like that. Yes. V’s death was a complete tragedy, it was a great loss for all of us. But even Jumin recognizes that it wasn’t your fault! That you were being manipulated. And I noticed the look in your eyes after you noticed the bullet got someone. The look in your eyes told me enough. It told me that you’d never done something like that before. And I saw the regret that flashed through them. I saw a scared child. And right now… You’ve come so far, babe. You’ve come so so far and I’m so proud of you. Everyone’s so proud of you. We love you so much. I love you. I’ll never leave. And I never thought you were monster. You could never be a monster. Never willingly.”

You nudged the tip of your nose against his, a soft puff of smoke leaving your mouth every time you exhaled.

His tears finally came to a stop and you wiped the ones on his cheeks away.

“I bet V was happy that you visited him today. And I bet that he would’ve forgiven you. He would’ve understood everything. And, I don’t ever want you to doubt my love for you and the reasons why I love you. Just believe that what I feel for you is true. So please, Saeran, believe me.”

Next thing you knew was that a pair of cold lips were moving against your own, the kiss progressively becoming deeper, until you heard a throat clearing from nearby.

You broke the kiss and noticed that Jumin and Seven were standing about 10 feet away from the car.

“Oh. Saeyoung, Jumin, hey!” You said in a cheerful tone, a blush spreading across your face.

“Uh, I see that we interrupted something. We’re sorry.” Jumin looked away.

Eventually you and the Chois were on the way to Jumin’s place, with you sitting on Saeran’s lap on the backseat.

He just didn’t want to let you go.

“Saeyoung… Would you mind dropping us off at your place?”

“Ohhhhh… What are you guys up to?” He said in a suggestive tone of voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up, idiot.” Saeran kicked his twin’s seat and pressed you closer against him. “I just… need to be alone with her. Please.”

Once you two were left alone, the only thing you did was lie in bed, holding each other, and talking only about the future.

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