#the only way to prevent drama from going down is to just kill your whole family :)

[bonefall]

I will cry (in a good way) if the theme of the arc is “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

I REALLY hope that I can do something like that. Again, BB really tries to stay in line with where canon goes and follow it while fixing its themes, but like...

With all the fixes I've done for TBC and below, where the last arc left off on Shadowsight giving up something he'd always wanted (his lightning-based connection to StarClan, blasting it back at Ashfur to hold him down) and the sacrifice of Bristlefrost to knock the holy beast out of heaven... something feels really cool about being able to follow that up with an arc that's very melancholic and painful.

Heartstar doing something DRASTIC to try and stop another Clan from falling apart, compelled to get more violent to keep her claws over it, driven by the fear of The Kin repeating itself and the fury of her dead child

Dovewing watching her sister take power in ThunderClan, knowing things are going to get VERY frustrating

Ivypool herself vowing she's not going to use this new status for personal gain... but then she kinda Does, unable to put down a DESPERATION to reconnect to a sister who doesn't want to see her

I kinda hope I can also find a way to explore Bumblestripe's feelings here, too. He JUSt had a whole journey in Ferncloud's Parting, and he comes back and LOOK! A perfect opportunity to justify how much you HATE Heartstar and Dovewing and all of ShadowClan! It would be SO easy to let your heart grow bitter again, wouldn't it? What will you decide, Bumblestripe?

Lightleap struggling with her failure to enter the Dark Forest, feelings of uselessness and helplessness, losing her best friend

Berryheart herself radicalizing a portion of ShadowClan, as Heartstar tries to prevent another Clan from falling apart, her own is pulling at its stitches.

Squirrelflight having saved Bramblestar from the Dark Forest, NO CAT LEFT BEHIND, only for him to show his true colors AGAIN and try to get into petty drama with her, her sympathy evaporating in an instant

Just. Everything with Sparkpelt and her kids. She ISN'T Firekin in BB-- she chose the names Finch and Flame WITH and FOR her mate Larksong.

Nightheart having a new name foisted on him and making himself believe it was a choice-- and then Bramblestar is dethroned, Sunbeam is telling him how much she loves his family, there's a new journey for glory in front of him, and... there's so many things to think about that he just doesn't.

And then he comes home to find they're OUT of chances to give him. And he's traveled far and is able to FINALLY internalize... he blew it. Didn't recognize or appreciate what he had, when he had it

Bramblestar isn't the big strong cool grandpa leader he thought he was, he's a disgraced elder, and he has to wonder... how much of this HATE for his family was Nightheart's own? How much was the Impostor? How much was Bramblestar? How much was his own inability to self-reflect?

Frostpaw's entire family turning on itself

Finding out that Curlfeather was behind the plot that killed her own father, Reedwhisker.

That Podlight, her funny sillyman uncle, was ALSO in on this the whole time, plus her dear friend Splashtail.

Still just a kid, left to agonize over how much of it was LOVE and how much of it was MANIPULATION. Where one ended and where the other began.

The love is there. The love was always there-- even when you didn't know it. It was strong, and it was beautiful, but it's NOT a fix-all. It isn't the hero that will save you. It isn't the medicine to fix you. It isn't the shield that will protect you. Love is mortal.

And when it dies, it dies in pieces. Like a fire in its ashes and its embers. The same love in one heart will burn forever, and for others, its cinders are quickly doused.

A painful arc, of betrayals, broken promises, last chances blown to rubble, and good intentions paving the way to hell.

#As someone who experienced a similar form of child abuse via parental alienation to what I described #I do really hope I get to write it for BB. #Unless the ending is WILDLY out of left field then I probably WILL be able to #Which is something I can look forward to. Though I'm still being tempered and reserved about my plans + expectations #ALEXA THIS IS SO SAD PLAY SANTA MONICA #better bones au #bone babble #BB!ASC

[marley-manson]

Do you ever think about just how much Hawkeyes character evolved, like, the other day I was thinking about that one deleted episode, Hawkeye on the double (?) or something like that, and how in that when he found out he was being duped by two people working together he staged his own fake attempted suicide via fckn minefield to traumatise them into never doing it again, like, comparing that to the joker is wild is crazyyyyy. Like obviously the scale of pranks there is off, but idk it just made me think, Hawkeye as a character definitely lost some edge as the show progressed

Yeah! lol it's kind of wild how much less of a mastermind Hawkeye became when the writers decided BJ's thing should be pranks.

I feel like the real reason for this is that the show's tone shifted away from satire and into character drama. When the show is a satire Hawkeye is the political centre, so his role in the story is to be right. The army/war can beat him in a tragic way, but in the early seasons his only righteous comeuppances that I can remember off the top of my head were like, Ceasefire when he got dumped three times in a row, and lol the script you cite, where there's more of an equal back and forth between him and the two women but it does end with Hawkeye nearly accidentally killing himself for real lol. So like, in the early seasons he occasionally gets narratively punished for misogyny, but otherwise he's meant to be the cool guy who is right and better than all the army representatives. And because it's a satire, I think that's great, it works very well, Hawkeye is an awesome character who absolutely should get narratively rewarded for driving colonels into early retirement and taking out their appendixes.

But then the show shifted to character drama instead and now Hawkeye needs flaws to examine, weaknesses the narrative can use to tear him down in a deserving way rather than a tragic way, etc. Sometimes his left-leaning politics ~go too far~ now, sometimes he's too self-righteous or unreasonable, sometimes he has to capituate to authority and admit rebellion is wrong, and sometimes the narrative tears him down just because we're meant to get some schaudenfreude from it, as in Joker is Wild. Because the narrative is no longer on Hawkeye's side by default, and often gets entertainment value out of punishing him for various sins, real or not.

So I don't think it's meant to be an intentional character shift, but it does make me want an in-universe explanation for why he loses his edge.

And the explanation I like that covers most of Hawkeye's narrative repositioning for me, including the lackluster pranks in later seasons and like, guilt in Preventative Medicine, etc, is that it's because of his shifting friend group. Trapper the constant supportive presence and enabling partner in crime is replaced by BJ who only selectively enables Hawkeye and often likes to take him down a few pegs instead. Henry the CO Hawkeye could walk all over is replaced by Potter who is successfully authoritative and puts his foot down. And Frank's gone and Margaret's chilled out so there are no more ideological enemies to target. Plus Charles is also someone willing and able to take Hawkeye down, and even Klinger is no longer into rebellion by season 8.

I mean when you think about it lol it does kinda make sense that Hawkeye would lose a lot of his enthusiasm for fucking with people when his new best friend yells at him for taking out an asshole army guy's appendix instead of helping him. And he might not want to go too far in retaliation for pranks when the whole cast turns on him pretty easily now, as in eg Fallen Idol. And it's probably harder to bring yourself to rebel against the army when you're making friends with a bunch of career army types like Potter, Margaret, and Mulcahy, and have no one else around who shares your ideological hatred for it.

ANYWAY yeah hope you don't mind getting an essay in response lol, this is like one of the aspects of the show I like talking about most, to the point where it's my inspiration for like at least 2 fics lol.

#thanks for the ask! #mash #marley on mash #mash gen #hawkeye mash

[dragons-homebrew-hoard]

A general reminder to gms to never turn a recurring or tag along npc into a plot device as your players will notice and it will piss them off (rant incoming)

The last dnd game I was in as a player I wound up leaving due to this exact thing. My character’s whole deal was protecting and caring for a child npc that shared their tragic backstory. Unfortunately for me, this npc became the gm’s favorite new toy and not only did they make this npc more powerful than every one of the players and more intelligent than all of us, the dm used them to facilitate literally almost every plot point from the moment I joined the team.

I spent so much in game time dealing with this npc’s bullshit that I barely had any time to actually get to know the other characters or make any meaningful bonds with them. This npc was constantly dragging me away from them and derailing the story because the gm used them like a carrot on a string to create drama. I don’t even know what our goal as a party was other than collect the macguffin and take down the government because every plot after I joined revolved around finding this npc because they ran off or protecting them from their own idiocy or having a crisis because this npc wants to kill themself.

I cannot describe to you how annoying it was walking into every session expecting this npc to act in any consistent way. One session they would be moping about how they don’t belong in this world because they are too smart for their own good and the next they are being manipulated and kidnapped like a normal 5 year old by someone plot convenient so the party gains plot relevant information. One session they don’t want to use their insane power because it’s too much and the next they want to practice by torturing people and animals and the next they leave the fortified base to go flower picking to drag the party to learn more plot relevant information. Every single session I was dealing with an entirely different character whose levels of intelligence and emotional maturity changed on a dime to suite the gm’s needs. It was exhausting and this on top of a few other things made me leave the group.

If a player hands you something like this, show some restraint. Please. Especially right after they join the crew. I’d say restraint is one of the most important aspect of being a story teller in general.

I gave this gm two big red buttons with my character and they pushed both of them immediately. The dm brought in my characters personal antagonist session 2, before I had any kind of bond with the crew and was at the point where when I had the option to have my character lose their memories of this antagonist I took it just to remove that button because I could immediately tell this gm has zero restraint.

I talked with the dm out of session and asked them to tone it back because ever since I joined literally every single plot had my character at the center and she kept pushing me/my character to drastic measures that were preventing my from actually interacting with the rest of the crew or even learning what our goals were. For fuck sake I removed my character’s memories of their antagonist because they were nearing the point of saying fuck it and leaving the group just to escape this person.

Did the gm listen? No. Not only did they continue dragging my character’s antagonist into the plot, they kept using this npc to create drama and push the plot forwards in inorganic way.

If you have to use an npc as a plot device, then at least keep their characterization consistent. If story is the main focus of this campaign, it’s like watching the gm reach into the game and tell you directly: hey, hey, players, go here for plot. It breaks the immersion. If it happens on occasion, that’s fine it’s bound to happen eventually. But when it’s happening every session… oh boy is it extremely annoying and hits one of my biggest pet peeves in writing: seeing the hand of the author. There are a million ways to make a plot hook feel in congruence with the story and the world. If you need to take an npc out of character to make it happen, your players will notice.

Tldr. If you are running a long form campaign- use restraint. I promise you that holding back and waiting to push the big red buttons your players give you will be so much more rewarding for everyone if you wait. Don’t force the story. Let it breathe.

#thoughts I fall asleep to #it’s 5 am #I’ve been awake since 3 #I keep think about this so blah #out it comes #maybe I can get some sleep now

[hamliet]

Hi, I'm the last The Glory anon :). I just wanted to say, I get your point of drama's needing to be centered around restorative/preventative justice, I think they're valuable, but I think drama's like The Glory are needed as well. The background of this series was actually because the creator was horrified after reading all the bullying incidents and she actually interviewed a lot of victims in order to get a feeling of what she wanted to say and she ended up wanting to give a voice of those victims who were suffering in silence. The overwhelming sense that she got from those victims, was they they have not felt heard, helped or listened to, that they were gaslit into thinking that they were the ones in fault and that they deserved the horrific treatment. They didn't pursue any actions against their bullies either, out of fear of retaliation or they were coerced into thinking that it would destroy their bullies lives if they did. They wanted to let people know that they (the victims) know now, that it wasn't their fault for being bullied. To let people see how an entire system was stacked against them. The whole series through, the protag was okay into believing she wasn't a good person, that she didn't deserve love or friendship cause she knew taking revenge wasn't something a good person would do. So the drama never really glorified revenge either. What the series did do (for me, at least) was to validate a victim's feeling of hurt, pain, disappointment, abandonment and resentment. And I think that's fair. And powerful. So many times, a victim has to micromanage their feelings into pretty, neat, palpable things for others or have been gaslit into thinking the feelings of bullies and other peoples are more valid, more important. My bullies and my abusers for once, all came from broken homes/trauma's and they used that in order to keep raping/abusing me, a disabled woc. They made me think that the abuse I endured, was far less painful than the abuse they were going through/went trough and that I deserved the abuse because I wasn't worth anything anyway and they were patient /tolerant enough with me. Thinking my bullies/ abusers' feelings were more important than mines, literally almost killed me, but feeling wronged, feeling hurt and yes angry at what was happening to me, saved me. Nothing ever happened to my abusers/bullies and they never thought any wrong of their treatment towards me, either. The worst abuser and rapist were family members and I didn't want to end up with no family at my side completely. As an adult now, plenty of people feel okay to look down on my because of my disability and my race and I can't do anything about their treatment towards me, those little, unjust treatments cut like thousand paper cuts ever single day, but what can I do? I will have to swallow and deal with that every day, for the rest of my day. So yes, having a drama like the glory taking down entitled assholes down, is in some way cathartic, cause real life lets most of the bastards get away. I'm by far perfect, but I'm def not made of violent revenge plans, rage or anger. I can hardly even raise my voice towards someone. Cause I know what it is like to be at the receiving end of someone else's misery and I don't want any part of that anger and inability to see the humanity of someone else. I don't understand why someone would feel entitled to hurt another, who's usually weaker than them. Regardless of their pain or trauma's. Somewhere there is a line. Getting off from someone else's pain is not normal. And if you can't take responsibility for trauma's caused (and there are PLENTY of people who won't/unable to even see the their wrongness), I have even less patience for. I love me some morally grey fictional characters, I do. Redemption stories of abused people hurting others, only to realise they are not better than their abusers, can be powerful, I agree. Yet. If people can love and see the humanity of a redeemed bully/abuser, then I hope that people can accept the anger and resentment of a victim, too. Have a nice day.

Hi! I was worried about losing your ask in particular, so thank you for resending it.

"If people can love and see the humanity of a redeemed bully/abuser, then I hope that people can accept the anger and resentment of a victim, too"<--I do think this is incredibly important, and absolutely something worth remembering.

I’m also very sorry you’ve had to deal with all of this, for what it's worth. You shouldn't have had to.

I also wanna state that every story, even ones that I profoundly find irresponsible or bad, can help people because experiences are so very varied and everyone has unique needs. I’m definitely not pro censorship, so I am glad the story was able to help you. (Plenty of stories I like could be called bad and could upset other people... which is where critique comes in!)

For a larger point... I get a bit philosophical here, but that's because I honestly think systemic answers and individual answers don't always coincide. I'll explain a bit more below, and I hope to convey that my dislike of the show and labeling of it is absolutely not coming from a space of “you are a bad person if you liked it;” I don’t think that at all. I am glad this story offered you an outlet, and for others too. You deserve catharsis.

It's interesting what you note about the creator, because that does make sense. The ironic thing is that if anything I think her care actually contributed to the problems I had personally with the show—and keep in mind this is me personally, my own experience and opinion, bringing my own experiences and baggage to it which everyone does. I guess I am frustrated with the story because it seems like a case of best intentions, maybe, that still does harm. Yet there’s not always a way to prevent the worst effects of the best intentions, too.  So that’s not inherently the creator’s fault either. Just a reality, I suppose. 

As I said before, I genuinely think the show would have worked better had it framed itself with that self awareness that it was a revenge fantasy and an individual story, but it did present itself instead as something deeper than what it was, as drawing awareness in order to create an answer (hence the use of shock value graphic violence that while not unrealistic was still designed to provoke). And the consequences have been far beyond just people being aware of bullying or calling out people who were bullies, unfortunately. It has led to harassment campaigns and perpetuated myths about what causes bullying, which then makes it harder to actually intervene and stop the cycle. Hence I think that's why I consider it irresponsible to frame it as offering a solution when it does not; if it framed itself as escapism, that’d be different. 

That’s what frustrates me, I guess. I keep comparing it to 13 Reasons Why, because while that show also got people talking about suicide and assault and I know allowed people to feel empathized with in their pain, so I'm glad they have that, it also perpetuated myths about suicide that ultimately make it harder to actually intervene and prevent such things. This perpetuated several myths that make it harder to stop bullying, and actually has led to bullying because people online can become convinced that someone deserves to be bullied if they’re a bad enough person, but what that means is not generally as obvious as we'd think. That the director got caught up in the accusations and campaigns of was ultimately extremely ironic, but in a tragic sense: a real case of take out the plank from your own eye before looking for a speck in another’s. But he probably still has a career and a life ahead of him. The blowback will die down for him. But other people with far less money and less privilege, people who are not big name stars or idols or whatever, don’t have the same luxury, and that bothers me in this case.

It's also true that some issues are easier for each individual to see in a larger context and some that are more individual/personal, and it's also not necessarily linked to what someone has personally been through, and also, it's a lot harder for me to "zoom out" when it comes to other issues. And frankly? Your needs, and the individual needs in general, do need to be met too--individual and systemic needs both should be. So, I am glad this show could meet those individual needs, even though I hold that with my criticisms.

Sending you hugs, if wanted.

#ask hamliet #tw

[onaperduamedee]

Notes on The Shadow Rising

Full spoilers for The Shadow Rising under the cut

The beginning is so striking, with chilling use of Min’s viewing, as a way to set up a threat that could unfold at any moment. The brutality of her visions, superimposed with the mundanity of life in the Tower, reminds me of Rand’s unsettling “flicker flicker” vision. It’s a shame the book doesn’t make full use of the suspense born in that initial chapter later on, because, to me, it is by far the strongest opening up to that point.

I am still absolutely baffled by the EF5 and Min's reaction to Siuan or Moiraine being actually quite straightforward with what they intend to do with Rand, meaning keeping him from killing himself before the Last Battle because he's both extremely powerful and vulnerable: their takeaway is always that Siuan and Moiraine want to control him rather than “Rand is in unimaginable danger both from the dark side and himself, and the only people who could maybe teach him and prevent him from going mad could destroy him - and if he fails or dies, you all are screwed.”

The story itself lays it down quite neatly, I think, but to live the story through the eyes of characters who cannot toss out the blinders in this particular area can be frustrating. Of course, it’s most likely caused by Rand’s ta’veren gravitational pull and Min’s feelings for him, but other characters have the same attitude toward the whole “What to do when there is a Dragon Reborn in your midst?” conundrum. 

"bubble of evil" is a silly name for a pretty cool concept. It's like magic entropy and it will obviously translate to bloody amazing scenes in the show. 

And the award for coolest character description ever goes to Robert Jordan for “[Moiraine] bore down on Rand like a silent, silken avalanche, icy and inexorable.”

Light, Elayne, Egwene and Nynaeve discussing Rand and Berelain like they are 14 and Rand is a puppy that can be trained and adopted by one or the other... Hey, it's messed up when Moiraine does it with Lan's bond, it's not better when Elayne does it because she's in love. And the slut-shaming of Berelain is all the more grating that the girls are shocked but perfectly able to respect the concept of sister-wife with the Aiel. It's beyond preposterous. At least, Moiraine is there to remind them people have different cultures. 

I've misjudged Thom. Just because he's linked to the parts I've found most tedious in TEotW doesn't mean he is. I've been enjoying his sly fox drama-creating persona quite a lot lately. He's very protective of the kids and genre-savvy which is always a win for me. And his show-down with Moiraine had me holding my breath the entire time. I love that he’s the one getting people assassinated and she still comes off as more terrifying. 

The Trolloc attack was truly blood-pumping. As a non-native speaker, I find Robert Jordan’s descriptions of fighting highly confusing, but deliciously dynamic. The pressure for the show to deliver on those scenes, in particular, must be immense.

Rand trying to revive the little girl will haunt me. I need to draw it, but it is so stark and brutal, I don’t know how to.

Feeling so angry on behalf of Berelain again. Every time she shows up, she gets comments on her appearance and behavior, from men and women alike. And their reaction is so violent, it's absolutely unhinged and unjustified. Faile deserved to land on her ass.

Before the twisted doorway, the book is strikingly similar to TGH. Everyone cooped up in a fortress. Darkfriends held and interrogated being freed during a sudden attack. Rand refusing to make a decision until circumstances force him to. Everyone loathes Moiraine. Magic object the Dark One tries to take. Another hunt after Dark Friends is launched.

Adored the venture into the twisted ter'angreal. I loved the manic energy of the Finn and I guffawed when they just picked Mat up and hurled him across the doorway. The fact that Mat, Rand and Moiraine then proceeded to have a very awkward post-ter'angreal walk of shame, none of them willing to share what they had experienced although extremely curious about what happened for the others was perfect. I do wonder why Moiraine seemed to have experienced it as something more than confusing and almost painful.

Mat gradual mastery of Old Tongue is just *chef’s kiss*.

I don't enjoy any of the romantic relationships so far. I won't go into details about the pairings because one's appreciation of romantic dynamics is highly subjective, but Min and Rand might be the only mostly palatable canon relationship for me.

Rand and the Highlords summon in the Stone was gripping. He has good intentions, lowering taxes and trying to quell inequality, but yeah, he is already showing signs of madness and tyranny. He knows it, he's still fighting, but he cannot do everything at once, be a ruler, a prophet and a sane man. His struggle to do the right thing is well done and Rand has hands-down become my favourite of the EF boys as a consequence.

Siuan is as always demonstrating why she was the head of the spy network by expertly handling Min dropping in unannounced. Did I mention her mind is the hottest thing ever? She’s the M, she’s the Q, she’s the indisputable James Bond of this party.

Everything from the moment the EF5 got separated was highly entertaining: Nyn, Elayne and Thom with the Sea Folk; Rand, Egwene, Moiraine and Mat with the Aiel; Perrin, Faile and Loial in the Two Rivers. Robert Jordan is masterful at building tension and suspense in preparation for game-changers too, even if it drags a little at times.

I lied earlier, the Sea Folk are the hottest.

So the Sea Folk have a prophecy about the Dragon destroying the White Tower and the Aiel about him destroying the Aiel… Interesting. I wonder if the Aes Sedai all knew this.

Everything about Rhuidean. The aura of mystery and age surrounding it. The danger and unpredictability. The bloody ter’angreal graveyard. The beauty of it all. The intense journey back in time to understand the Aiel. The culmination in the utter horror that was the Breaking of the World, as men would annihilate everything in fits of madness. The Aes Sedai planning to hide as many weapons of mass destruction as possible to save what was left of humanity.

Bloody. Hell.

Robert Jordan has the most photographic approach to fantasy I have ever seen.

I haven’t mentioned Mat yet but he is a very dynamic character now, arguably the most in the main cast, and immensely enjoyable as a consequence, whatever he does. With major changes happening so quickly to both Perrin and Rand, while Mat was on pause for most of the early books, I wonder how the changes will spread in the future, for all of them.

Verin explaining ta'veren was perfect... Fascinating that the boys have been obsessed with being manipulated when they are the most likely to control others, although unwillingly.

Respect to Alanna and Verin for sticking with Perrin in the Two Rivers out of curiosity because this is Helm's Deep all over again.

It would be so much easier to take the characters' wariness of Aes Sedai seriously if every sentence they uttered did not sound like it came straight out of the mouth of a 16th c. priest terrified of those tainted and treacherous women. Because that's exactly what it reminds me of.

I would be a hundred percent on their side if Aes Sedai actually held any power in society, like a mirror to patriarchy. But despised and othered as they are, they don't really. It's utterly bizarre because they also can be relevant criticism of old institutions like administrations and academia, peopled by people who can be both intentionally and unintentionally nefarious, but, man, the reverse patriarchy angle is so wrapped in misogyny, external and internal.

Siuan… Siuan… Mille millions de mille milliards de mille sabords de tonnerre de Brest. Min warned us and I was still not prepared. Seeing the chapter’s title, I was so nervous and almost didn’t want to read it. I cannot believe this chapter happened to Siuan. I was shaking,  bloody hell. To her credit, I feel she would have succeeded in turning the White Tower into Rand’s ally had Elaida not burnt with so much hatred for Siuan. The way Siuan’s first thought after she was taken was for Leane, the way she picked herself up and started planning immediately after she was freed… I cannot express how much I admire and love her. 

The way her anger is also something that feels so validating and personal, a kind of rage on behalf of herself that comes from being violated and discarded so casually. And her drive and poise after that, her refusal to stop despite losing everything, her partnering with Logain - reader, I screamed. The only way this could have been greater is if the coup, trial, stilling, imprisonment and escape had spanned across two or three chapters. As it is and in the middle of lengthy Rand and Perrin chapters, it felt like a speedrun. 

However proud I am of Min for freeing Leane and Siuan, Min reflecting, just after seeing Siuan at her lowest, that she preferred her when she was meeker? Unwarranted and cruel. The lack of compassion for Aes Sedai in general can be so jarring.

Although her presence was more muted than in the last book, Moiraine’s journey was as beautifully heartbreaking as Rand’s, especially given all the parallels between the two - Rhuidean unveiling the bond existing between Cairhien and the Aiel, I see what you are doing Master Jordan. There is a quiet despair to her every interaction, particularly with Rand, that is growing urgent: she is failing to reach out to him, despite being utterly dedicated to him. I’m generally wary of attributing a familial reading to older women and younger characters as it’s often flattening the layers of identities and relationships for women, but, you know, I got major mother-son vibes from these two. To me, the reading is incomplete as it fails to factor Moiraine’s prime role as a failed mentor who settled for shield, but the emotions are there and hitting a very specific spot. Despite her hopelessness and refusal to compromise for him, her belief in Rand is devastating. Her speech to him about people fighting for him, with him, without his knowledge was my favourite of the book and made me deeply emotional.

The thing with Moiraine is that she is so isolated and incomprehensible to others - the multiple occurrences when characters question whether she is human and have feelings - that when she just accepts to walk to her death into Rhuidean like that, it almost feels like peace at last for her. Stalwart indomitable guilt-ridden little soul she is.   

Still extremely disappointed we got so little of Egwene and Moiraine with the Wise Ones: some incredible intercultural (gay) exchanges and channeling were happening and we saw next to nothing of it. I am obsessed with Egwene meeting Amys in the Dream World at gunpoint and recreating “the old man yells at cloud” meme, except it’s a Wise One yelling at flying Egwene.

On Egwene, she is so fearless and determined to learn, often going in blind to help the people she loves. She has self-possession and drive in spades, with distinctive earnestness and sharpness. I love her so and had I read these books as a teen I know I would have imprinted on her quite ferociously.

Brigitte hanging out in tel'aran'rhiod was unexpected but welcome… What a delightful and helpful NPC to encounter in this hellscape.

Mandatory “I hate that the EF5 come off as incredibly thick so often”. Nyn and Elayne managed to get fooled by both a Seanchan and a Forsaken and only got away because, nah, that's fine, they don't have nefarious intent toward them yet.

Holy mackerel, just when I was getting frustrated with Nynaeve and Elayne twiddling their thumbs in Tanchico, they actually pull the most badass coolest heist of the entire series so far, doing their recon through dreaming, staging a riot as a diversion and enrolling a seanchan of all people. The confrontation between Nynaeve and Moghedien was bloody epic - and an excellent argument for the show making weaves visible to all.

I love when Nynaeve is in prep mode. It's so much fun. I know she thinks Siuan desperate to pick them for this mission, but Nynaeve is exactly the asset she needed. Given how Siuan and Moiraine got into this search, rather inexperienced and with nothing but determination on their back, obviously the girls are ideal for this mission: Egwene certainly has Siuan's sharpness and Nynaeve Moiraine's stubbornness.

Paired with the number of times Elayne reflects that she would be a good monarch instead of those terrible monarchs, the easiness with which she forgot Egwene was enslaved and tortured by Seanchan is interesting. She’s still so young and her upbringing is that of royalty, so it is in-character at least.

I KNEW ONE OF THE PEDDLERS OR MORE HAD TO BE A FORSAKEN. I KNEW IT. Very well-done.

Between Slayer, Moghedien and Asmodean, the book does a great job showing the escalation in threats for Rand and his allies. The world is now crawling with powerful channelers who are matches for Rand, especially so early in his learning. Also, Moghedien is exactly the kind of gal I could ruin my life for - and so could Nynaeve.

Joking aside, Moghedien was the first time I got the sense the Forsaken could be truly terrifying. Compelling is scary. Lanfear is flirting too often with the unstable ex archetype and the men are mostly irrelevant. Now, I am quite excited about the Asmodean and Rand combo.

Rand's plan to trick the Forsaken into following him and trap one to teach him how to use saidin is a genuinely smart move: he cannot change who he is, it’s time he sees it as a gift and learns to use it. Combined with Rand devouring books to understand himself and the world around him, there is a strong undercurrent of “knowledge is power” that compels me immensely. As Moiraine would say, “the power inside you is the smallest part of your strength. It’s your mind and how you use it that will mean much more in the battles to come.”

The less good: I am having such a hard time with the romances: they rely heavily on the premise men and women are two different species and that any equilibrium between them will be reached through a balance in power rather than understanding (or just plain acknowledgment people are just people). The characters are constantly depicted as elaborating strategies to overpower or submit to the opposite gender in order to handle them (the Two Rivers folk counseling Perrin and Faile are particularly egregious). It's plain gender essentialism and frankly tiring to encounter every four paragraphs. The characters end up being at their worst when they talk to or think about their love interest and it's not even entertaining.

(That said, Perrin's letter to Faile was stunning, and I got misty-eyed, ngl.)

The middle ground: The Two Rivers and Aiel plotlines… I am conflicted. On one hand, they were really enjoyable. I love, love when fantasy is closer to anthropology than it is to fiction and it gave me exactly that level of detail. It’s just vibes and overall great character development for Perrin and Rand, with a blend of political and personal stakes. On the other, both arcs would have benefited from being pruned, for the sake of balance and pacing. Just like with TGH, you get great swaths of chapters focusing on two characters and cultures, and then just one chapter on other players and places. It's all the more dissatisfying that what's happening at the Tower, or with the Wise Ones, or with the Sea Folk, is just as essential.

Did I spend ¾ of the Aiel Waste wondering why the hell they are all described as light-haired and -eyed although they have been living in the desert for 3000 years? I did. And then I got distracted by Moiraine having a great time nerding out with the Wise Ones and riding up close with one in the distance.

The great: The books have now settled into what I was expecting: multiple character threads, extensive and beautiful worldbuilding, complex character dynamics. I’ve begun to look forward to the slow start, middle shenanigans and bombastic finale. The psychology of certain characters - Rand, Egwene, Moiraine in particular - is building up to something quite delicious and explosive, even if I cannot quite tell what yet. Many of the reveals (Rand’s stunt in the Stone, Rhuidean, Siuan’s fate, the Forsaken in the Waste) had me blindsided and were masterfully prepared for. Overall, I did prefer The Dragon Reborn, but the highs of The Shadow Rising were higher than the ones in the last. I am really, really excited to continue.

#remblai #wot review #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers #the shadow rising #wot meta #I'm not kidding this is full spoilers #long post #beware this is very long because even when I edit stuff out I'm talkative #now I can start FoH yesssssssss

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I swear, the way Lord John Grey looks at Jamie is gonna be the death of me. So full of love, sadness, David Berry is such an expressive actor he literally only needs his eyes. I'm almost halfway through season six, and there's a scene where the current governor is reading aloud a letter Jamie had written to him, standing down from his position for Indian relations, mentioning personal obligations are preventing him from continuing (he didn't exactly say that, but I have poor memory, lol) let me tell you, the confused and even angry expression John made just staring at the letter when the governor set it down. He then asked John if it was a letter of resignation or possible rebellion (Jamie is joining the Sons of Liberty y'all) John's face immediately relaxed and he went back to his calm, cool, masked self stating "I'm sure it is only the former."

The episode goes on and they see each other at Mistress McDonalds (the way these two men stare at each other, look at each other, see each other, is gonna fucking kill me) they have to stop some people from tar and feathering a printer (side by side, John grabs a broom covered in tar for defense lmao) and later when Jamie tells John what he's gonna do, John's eyes get full of so much sadness and worry. When he says something about Jamie potentially dying he seems to cut off and his left eye twitches really badly. (I've never seen his eyes twitch once in this show)

He also then says "you may lose your life" to which Jamie replies "or gain my freedom", with a retort of "freedom from what?" From John. Honestly I just, these bebes are so tragic and sad and I just wish they could all be happy. I really want John to be happy but Jamie loves his wife so I'm just sad about these two men and how far they've come. The whole episode John looks so sad, concerned. Anytime he looks at Jamie it's almost as if he's worried it's the last time. I just....ahshdhdjdhjcc. These men deserve better, as does Claire. These three have been through so much and I love them all.

Also in one of the promos for this episode, Sam (Jamie) talks about where his character is during this episode, and David (John) mentions how his character is torn between his loyalty to the crown, and his loyalty to the Fraser family *cough* Jamie *cough cough*.

I shouldn't ramble about these two, but they equally make me so happy and also terribly sad all at once. My books should be in within the next two weeks, I order them on the 16, the nine outlander books and the four lord John novels. I intend to buy the other side novels she's written, in order to get more information and to see my babies on paper. The Scottish Prisoner is about Jamie's time with John at Helwater* (originally I put Ardsmuir but that's only because I hadn't actually explored what each individual Lord John novel was about.) I'm excited to see them all on paper!

I must. Consume. Everything. Lmao, I just can't handle these two damnit. Also I've grown to love Claire, I really didn't care for her in the first season as much. I did enjoy her character and I loved the story, but upon my third watch through, I did start caring more about her. Frank's story is pretty tragic I think,and I do believe she was selfish for not letting him go, but these characters are portrayed so realistically. Often times you'll see unrealistic characterizations, or characters who always know the right way and nothing goes wrong. They have no flaws. These characters in Outlander, do have flaws. They have emotions,thoughts, opinions, they aren't created two dimensionally (for the most part, there are exceptions) and I just love the depth of each of the main characters. I just, enjoy the show. I am Scottish, mainly, though my family has lived in America for a long time. My ancestor Hateville, who came over and settled a town near where I work, is buried close by as well. I watched for the Jacobites and stayed for the storyline lol (and some of the drama)

Alright, enough of my nonsense and rambling, for it already makes little to no sense.

#outlander #lord john grey #jamie fraser #claire fraser #if these two men look at each other tragically one more time im gonna explode #the angst #the sadness #its glorious and i love it #but also they deserve happiness wtf

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@abraxas-calibrator 

From what I remember it’s that part of her breakup reasons were implied to be that she never liked him pale and that she was only with him as a chore to prevent genocide even though she mentioned in an earlier chat that she knew he was not serious about his plans against land dwellers. And also that she broke up with him while the planet was getting destroyed, over text. I loved the drama

Basically the whole relationship was a sham, from Eridan’s side because he was flushed all along(and not doing anything a moirail should do) and from Feferi’s side cause there was never any romance involved in it, only the utilitarian use of quadrants as a tool to keep society moving

Lemme dig up the quotes I can find

“ CC: Well I am going to join my team pretty late. CC: I t)(ink I )(ave to! CC: I will need to connect after my goofball moirail does so I can keep my goggles on )(is nefarious escapades. CC: Its a toug)( job but its important! Everyone )(as an important job to do. GA: Yeah CC: Isnt t)(at w)(at youre doing too? Joining late to keep an eye on yours? GA: I Dont Know For A Fact That She Is Mine CC: )(a)(a youre not supposed to know for a FACT dummy! CC: You just do w)(at you t)(ink is rig)(t and even if you were wrong t)(e worst t)(at )(appened was you )(elped somebody and )(elped t)(e w)(ole world too! “

“ CC: S)(e will be gone soon. 38( CC: T)(oug)( I guess it will be a relief not to )(ave to worry about keeping )(er voice down anymore! GA: I Wonder If Any Other Kid On The Planet Has As Many Burdens In The Fire As You GA: I Doubt It CC: T)(ey arent burdens! CC: Ok I guess t)(ey are )(a)(a. CC: But I love t)(em and I wouldnt )(ave it any ot)(er way because t)(is is w)(y Im )(ere! “

“ CC: None of your plots to kill t)(e land dwellers ever work out, and every doomsday device you get your )(ands on turns out to be a piece of junk! CA: so CA: i got to keep tryin thats howw all the great military masterminds became great through upright persevverance CC: I t)(ink deep down you stack t)(ese plots against you so you fail because you know it's wrong. “

“ CC: W)(at about your friends? Do you ever t)(ink about t)(em? CC: If t)(ey are beneat)( you t)(en t)(ey )(ave to die too. CC: And I know you like talking to some of t)(em. You say you )(ate t)(em but I t)(ink you are pretending! CA: history is full of cases wwhere conquerers consort wwith members of the enemy in a mannerly wway before wwipin them out CA: evven goin as far as growwin fond a some CA: its only civvilized CC: Mmm )(mm. CC: I )(ave a fis)(y feeling... CC: T)(at t)(is stupid doomsday mac)(ine t)(ing is just anot)(er excuse to consort! CC: Wit)( someone in particular... “

And then there’s the chat and breakup right after Feferi enters the medium

“CA: and i decided i havve something i wwant to tell you CA: that ivve been meaning to get off my nub for a wwhile noww CC: O)(, really? CC: T)(at's good! Actually, I )(ave somet)(ing I )(ave been meaning to say to you too. CA: wwhoa really CA: uh CA: wwhat is it CA: you go first CC: Mm, okay. CC: But t)(is isn't easy to say! CA: yeah i knoww CA: its ok maybe i wwill understand more than you think CA: wwe might evven be sayin the same thing CC: Okay, I )(ope so. CC: I t)(ink... CC: Now t)(at we are bot)( in t)(is game, and )(ave left our world be)(ind... CC: And you can no longer pose t)(e danger to our people t)(at you )(ad always planned to... CC: I t)(ink it is not really necessary for me to be your moirail anymore. CA: wwhoa CA: wwait CA: wwhat CC: 38( CC: I am really sorry, -Eridan. It )(as just been so )(ard looking after you and keeping you out of trouble! CC: It )(as taken its toll, and )(onestly I am really ex)(austed. “

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Rough landing, Holly (Be The Young 43)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence] Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, angst] All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. One night, a fire erupts in her house. All that is left is a letter and a name: John Winchester.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

Rough landing, Holly

Left the ground In black and white And when the plane went down The colors all around I know by now The margins slight And still I can't get out She's all I think about, can't let her go It's who you know

“Unlikely to walk again?!” Yelled Bobby and Emily at the same exact moment. The nurse seemed upset. Emily saw Dean and Sam approaching the room from far the corridor.  “Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!” Added Bobby, angry. Sam and Dean entered the room. Dean glared at Emily, his expression was disappointed, but she saw it coming. She had refused to leave the hospital to go look for Michael's sword, as she thought staying with Bobby was more important than whatever war heaven and hell were battling. She stood by her decision, but she knew Dean didn't exactly approve, saying that her presence made no impact.

Emily thought if she was in the hospital, she would want someone around. As Bobby called the nurse names a little longer, causing him to escape from the room, Dean gestured at Emily to follow him out of the room. 

She looked at Bobby as Sam approached the bed and Dean stepped out of the door. 

“What?” Asked Emily, impatient. “Did you find the sword?”

“Not- not exactly.” Dean looked at the ceiling for a second, tired, and sighed. 

“Dean?”

“It's me. I'm the sword. I'm Michael's vessel.”

Emily shook her head and blinked, surprised. “What?”

“I'm Michael's meat suit, vessel- however you want to call it.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Apparently, Micheal has a preferred human to possess, and that would be me.”

Emily raised her eyebrows. “Sounds like you’re an angel condom.” 

“That’s exactly what I said.” Smiled Dean. He immediately went serious again. “Well, how’s Bobby doin’?” He pointed to the room.

“He’s lucky to be alive, but- he’s Bobby, he will be fine.” 

“Yeah. You?” The question surprised Emily, who caught herself staring at Sam through the room’s blinds. She sighed. 

“I’ll be okay, you know, or… whatever.” She crossed her arms and leaned on the wall. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, you're doing great. I’m glad you finally put your big boy pants on.” 

“Sexist.” She mumbled. 

“Maybe, but it’s the truth. You’re telling me this whole Ramiel and Sam drama is not bothering you?” 

“Come on, Dean.” She scoffed. “You know me at this point. Of course it’s bothering me, just… things are happening so fast I don’t really have the time to think about them.”

“What do you think we should do about Sam?” He pointed at their brother in the room. 

“Honestly?” She sighed. “I don’t know, just- I can’t look at him like I used to. It’s like I’m looking at a stranger.” Her breath was slightly shaky. Dean looked at her while she was trying to prevent tears from falling.

Sam came out of the room and Emily entered instead- to say goodbye to Bobby and run from Sam. During the journey back home, her mind was occupied by only one thing, Sam. She really wanted to just forget everything and start over like nothing had happened, but she could not. Even if with Dean things were getting slightly better, she knew that it was just temporary, that sooner or later, everything was going to go back as it was and they were going to fight. The peace that surrounded them, the brotherly conversations… it just meant they learned how not to try to kill each other every other day, not that they magically started agreeing on everything. But with Sam, it was different. He truly had been her best friend, the sibling she could count on the most. 

“Emily, is there anything you want to say to me?” Sam’s voice roused Emily from her thoughts. He was looking at her, turned around in his seat. 

“What did I say about using telepathy?” She raised her eyebrows. “Mind your own fucking business, okay?” 

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose, okay? Try thinking quieter.” He answered, bitter.

“Well, I have nothing to say to you.” Emily kicked away her shoes and laid back on the seat, trying to get some sleep. 

In the following days, they regularly visited Bobby. Ramiel had kept true to his words and had disappeared, Castiel was also nowhere to be found. One morning, while Emily and Dean were hanging out in Bobby's room as Sam was getting everybody lunch, the man's phone rang. 

After trying to communicate with Rufus on the other side, it was decided they were all going to look at what was happening. 

"Well, aren't you excited to see Jo again?” Dean asked Emily as the trio got in the car. "If I remember correctly you were hitting it off last time, right?” 

Emily raised her eyebrows. "Can you stop messing with my sex life for three whole seconds?” 

"I'm not doing anything, just… giving suggestions.” He smiled, pretending to be innocent. 

"Okay, listen- I had a boyfriend: my whole family died and I left him. I found Daniel: everything went to shit and he was killed. Ramiel? Ghosted me.” She scratched her nose. "I think I'll be off the dating scene for a while, thank you very much.” 

"Who talked about dating?” Dean smirked. 

"Nah man.” She opened a book and crossed her legs on the seat, ignoring Dean's disapproving glare. “Casual sex has been ruined for me.” After a couple of seconds of silence, Emily concluded. “So if you were looking for my permission to flirt with Jo, here, I'm giving it to you.”

“I don't need your permission.” Dean looked at her through the rearview mirror.

“Well, technically I do have oldest sibling privileges, so…"

“You don't have those because - first, they are not a thing- and second, you're not the oldest.” 

“Keep dreaming buddy.” Smiled Emily. “But seriously, go for it, I don’t really mind.” 

They approached the city by foot to go around the collapsed bridge. It looked deserted, as if people had rushed away from their jobs, their cars. Not far away, a car still had the engine and the radio turned on and some sprinklers were still active in the backyards. Interrupting that state of complete stillness, someone cocked a gun right behind them. Raising their own weapons, they turned towards the source of the sound to see Ellen. After the due greetings and after checking they were not possessed, the woman guided them through a church, into the basement and then towards a metal door. “What's going on, Ellen?” Asked Dean as they approached the entrance.

“More that I can handle alone.” She exhaled. 

“How many?” Asked Emily. They all stopped in front of the door to talk. 

“Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys.” Ellen pointed to the door. “So, this is it, right? End times?” Emily glared at Dean as they nodded, nervous. Ellen knocked on the door and they were let in. 

Inside were some survivors of the demon attack: a pastor, an old lady, a pregnant woman, a couple of very normal men and a distinct looking men, who was wearing glasses. Emily counted about 14 people in the room, most of them were scared or sad, but a couple seemed angry and were holding guns. 

Ellen caught them up on the situation: “Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby and-”

“You're hunting with Jo?” Interrupted Dean. Emily’s guts contorted in concern. 

“Yeah, for a while now.” Ellen quickly answered Dean before moving back to her explanation. “We got here, and the place- well, the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated.” Dean glared at Emily. “I was out looking when I found you.”

“Alright, so-” Emily cleared her voice. “Let’s split, me and Dean- we’ll go looking for guns, and…” Dean tried to get her attention, subtly side-eyeing Sam. Emily stopped. She wanted to look for Jo, she was sure Dean wanted to as well, but neither of them trusted Sam to be alone in a demon situation. Was it more of a priority to keep Sam away from demons or to have him in sight? ”...Sam and Ellen can stay here, keep these people safe.” She quickly concluded, realizing she had been silent for ten seconds.

“We need to move these people out of here.” Added Dean. “If Jo and Rufus are out there, we’ll bring them back.” Ellen nodded and walked back towards the other survivors. Sam, instead, stopped Emily and Dean, who were about to leave.

“Guys, wait, wouldn’t it be faster if we went as three?”

Emily sighed, looking at Dean. He looked around the room and then pointed to the door. “Let’s talk outside.” After moving out of the door, he resumed talking. “We can do it on our own, you stay here… give them shotgun 101.” 

“Ellen can do that, I want to-” 

Emily insisted. “Come on, it’s gonna be faster if you help her.” Sam looked at her and raised his eyebrows, catching up. 

“You guys don’t want me going out there.” Sam seemed slightly offended. 

Dean immediately got back at him, trying to defuse the vibes. “I did not say that, we-” 

“You don’t want me around demons!” Sam looked directly at Emily, who cursed every single angel and demon she had ever heard of, especially Azazel, who was responsible for her inability to keep anything to herself. 

“We did not say that-” Repeated Dean. 

“You didn’t, but she thought it.” 

Emily sighed, looked at the floor, frustrated and then looked back at Sam. “That’s right.” She admitted. “I don’t think you should go after demons by yourself.” 

“Why? I’ve been telling you, I’m fine!” 

“Yeah, you’re always fine, aren’t you?” She asked, sarcastic. “I just don’t think it’s a risk we can take.” Dean nodded.

“Look-” He said. “We’re gonna go, assess the situation. If we need help, we’ll come back and ask.” Sam seemed to surrender, raising his hands and going back inside. Dean and Emily started going up the stairs. 

“Do you think we did the right thing?” Asked Emily. 

“Yeah. I- I don’t really trust him to stop himself if something happens.” They reached the church. “You’re not gonna use your powers, are you?” 

“Are you asking me if I’m going to exorcise demons with my mind?” She raised her eyebrows. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

“No, I won’t. Truth be told, I wish I could get rid of all the fucking powers. They’re doing more harm than good.” 

“Then why did you do it back there with Ruby?” They took their guns out and started walking the street, looking around. 

“I trusted Sam that we were just learning a way to kill Lilith. Drugs were never mentioned.” 

They entered the store and retrieved salt and guns. They were just about to leave when two demons entered and attacked them. Dean got rid of the first one immediately as the second one pinned Emily on a shelf. After fighting for a while, Dean approached him from behind and stabbed the demon through the neck. As the blade went through the body of the demon, the blood sprayed on Emily’s face. When the body fell on the floor, she wiped her face and then shook the blood off her hand. 

“You okay?” Asked Dean. 

“Yeah, just- ew.” She looked at her hand and tried to clean it on her clothes, which resulted in her making a huge mess. Still disgusted by the amount of blood, Emily led the way out of the store and the siblings made it back to the church quite easily. 

When Emily entered the room, Sam’s attention landed on her immediately. Ignoring his upset face, she went through the room and into the small bathroom to clean herself from the demon blood the best she could. She heard Dean joining Ellen in teaching people how to shoot as she stared at her blood-covered figure in the small mirror. It had been a long time of only exorcisms, she had only used the blade on Ruby. She could not stop thinking that behind the demon’s action there was someone’s trapped soul, that the person was still alive, still watching the demon’s every move, probably terrified and upset. And she had killed that person. They had not done anything to deserve it and yet she let Dean stab him without even thinking twice. It was not demon’s blood that she was covered in, it was human. 

“I brought you a wet towel.” Said Dean, entering the bathroom and handing her something to clean her face with. She nodded, grateful. “You alright?” Asked Dean, closing the door behind him. 

“Yeah, just- I guess saving them was easier than stabbing them.”

“Well, we weren’t exactly in the position of exorcising them, you know?” 

“Yeah…” Emily tried to clean the corner of her eye with the towel. “Have you seen how Sam looked at me? I’m like a walking dose.” She sighed. 

“Come here, let me help.” Dean took the towel away from her face and unceremoniously forced her to turn towards him. He started dragging the towel across her face to remove the dried out blood. 

“Ouch- Dean, you and your butcher hands, I swear to god-” 

“We need to get back there, this is faster.” He commented, cold. 

“Is this how you- holy crap… is this how you touch your girlfriends?” Dean rolled his eyes. “That explains why you’re single.” 

“Here, look-” He turned her towards the mirror. Her face was almost perfectly clean, but her skin was red from all the dragging. 

They went back to the main room: Ellen was about to leave. “Hey, wait-” Dean walked past Emily and reached the woman. “Where are you going?” 

“I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here.” She pointed to the people in the room. Emily tried to hurry to Ellen’s position, but Sam was there faster. 

“No, wait. I'll go with you.” He said, already putting his jacket on. 

“No you’re not.” Said Dean’s and Emily’s voice in unison. After looking at each other, Dean dragged both Emily and Sam out the door. Sam looked at Emily’s shirt, upset. 

“Is that…?” He asked. 

“Demon blood?” Emily raised her eyebrows, upset at Sam’s gaze, hypnotized by the blood. “Yeah- no, you’re not coming.” She shook her head. 

“Do you really think I'll take one look at a demon and suddenly fall off the wagon, as if, after everything, I haven't learned my lesson?” Sam’s attention was raised off of the blood. 

“Well, have you? Because your voice is saying something, but your eyes-” Upset, Sam pushed Emily towards the wall. Without even giving him the time to talk anymore, she answered with a punch, making him stumble backwards as she grabbed him by the shirt. Ellen, surprised, appeared in the hallway. “Everything okay?” She asked. Emily looked at Dean. 

“Yeah, Sam and I were just talking.” She let go of his shirt and pushed him away one last time. 

“I’ll go with Ellen. You stay here. Keep an eye on him.” Emily glared at Dean, who slightly nodded and dragged Sam back in the room. 

When everything was finally over, War had been defeated and Emily was able to finally speak with Jo, she felt a knot in her stomach. It wasn’t the same feeling she had felt when she had met her the previous time: it was much more similar to the feeling she had felt when Ramiel had disappeared. It hit her that as much as she could like someone, as much as she could be attached to them, the life she led was not going to make it last. 

What she was feeling wasn’t attraction, it was fear. 

When Jo invited her, she still agreed to get drinks with her. It was fun, but Emily’s mood was not the best for anything else to happen. Dean came to pick her up. When she entered the car, he did not drive away immediately, how Emily would have expected.

“Isn’t it a little bit early? I thought you were gonna spend the night out.” He asked. 

“Yeah, just- I realized I probably should not get attached.” 

“Good call.” He exhaled, pointing at her. “Listen, while you were out… something happened.” Dean’s voice became suddenly more serious. 

“What’s going on?” Asked Emily. 

“Sam left.” A moment of silence filled the car. 

“What?” 

“He thought it was better to go separate ways.” 

Emily sank in the seat. “So he brought it up?” 

“Yeah- said he’s in no shape to be hunting and- Emily, he’s scared that he might fall into it again.” 

Dean waited a couple of seconds for Emily’s answer, then he turned on the engine. “Okay.” She muttered.

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #sister winchester fic #sister winchester #be the young #be the young update

[uche-anaba]

.Nigeria And It's Power Games :

The Unfolding Drama;, Come 2023, Presidential Election.

Congratulations to Tinubu for winning the primaries of the Presidency for the ruling party , APC , people are saying that the igbos are saying that they ve not ruled Nigeria another school gave example with USA ,that some states in USA have not produced a President , but the US speaks the same language, ours is a multi ethnic country and secondly Tinubu made mention in his various speeches that it is now " his turn" to rule Nigeria, which is also appealing to peoples conscience wrongly . He also said you can only win the presidency by allying with other ethnic nationalities,..

Has he made peace with the easterners? the answer is capital NO', Has he liased with the easterners ?? no way . It is because of the easterners in Lagos especially the igbos that Tinubu introduced what they we call in REAL ESTATE business in Lagos as ("Agent Fee and Agreement"). just to suffer them, you pay almost double your house rent or shop when you want to rent a house in Lagos, it's a very harsh policy targeted at a particular ethnic nationality, (ies). Which practically means "We seat down At Home ,You Work ForUs Because We Want to lLive" in Lagos Almost a near ethnic Cleansing type of policy .

Lagos is more or less a "TAX HEAVEN".

The truth is that there is a candidate from one of the eastern states for the first time in a long while and a strong one with serious backing from the masses who have been suffering for more than 3 decades and al Northern candidate too, Atiku , so the real battle line is draw in Nigeria in the insueing "Power Games " that is coming . No sensible Easterner both in Lagos, Eastern Nigeria or in diaspora will vote for Tinubu , that's just the bitter truth. other ethnic nationalities especially the igbos are tired of playing second fiddle in Nigeria . Look at what Buhari has done to the igbos since 2015 and Tinubu wants to continue from where he stopped to unleash his own garbage of innuendo and make us look ordinary for another four + years . The Battle Line is already drawn.

He can buy the Delegates and Aspirants over but he cannot buy or rig the 2023 presidential election. He knows the truth. He only wants to get the primaries ticket of the ruling party APC and they have done it for him. At 90+ years , an Ancestor, what is he going to do .Tinubu does not want the youths to grow in Nigeria. His selfish and personal interests is his greatest undoing. He has no business in Nigerian Politics at his age . He rather be pre- occupied with his numerous businesses, un- disturbed. Had it been it is any other ethics nationality iat his age that wants to rule , the Nigerian media fully dominated by the Western states would have been agog witb defamatory stories against the person to prevent him from contesting . For long have you seen any journalist writing anything against him ?? We can't continue like this ??

.There must be a massive change if not an outright revolution in Nigeria . Rawlings did it for Ghana by killing all the money bags and 10 percenters in his country ,and Ghana is at peace and better than Nigeria in all spheres of influence.

There is no argument anyone can present to any forum that will make Tinubu to win . No way . For the first time in a long while , an Igbo man is coming out for the Presidency in Nigeria ,thats enough "hand writing on the wall" for any Nigerian who does not want to be caught unawares that the levels have changed and that we need change and Real Change too and not the 2015 dubious change that kept us where we are right now .

There is an argument that Peter Obi has no structure, , revolutionary situations does not need any structure, it's a system and very harsh one to correct the age long injustices to Nigeirans as a whole ,not just the igbos .

Let's learn more.

@Uche Anaba On Twitter .

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YOU WANTED JIANG YANLI TO COME WHICH IS WHAT CAUSED THIS WHOLE DRAMA, AS WELL AS WEI WUXIAN BEING A BETTER HUNTER THAN YOUR WHOLE CRAPPY FAMILY like yes i know unfair thing is obviously unfair isn’t big news but it is still infuriating

#the only way to prevent drama from going down is to just kill your whole family :) #madam jin #jin guangyao #the untamed #leela watches the untamed #viewing notes #txt #demonic cultivation for pros

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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Arcane – Little Flower Part 12 – Blood Bath

Silco x female!reader

Warning: 18+

Violence/Blood (a lot)/Angst/Pain/Drama/Brutality/Cursing/Nausea

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Author's Comment: They shouldn't have made Silco mad... they really shouldn't have. Lots of blood in this one.

On repeat: In The End

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What Happened Before:

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound (Fluff/ Slightly Suggestive)

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)

Little flower part 9 - What We Deserve

Little Flower Part 10 - Liar (Hurt)

LittleFlower part 11 - Curiosity Killed The Cat (Smut 18+)

Part 12 - Blood Bath

Sounds reached your ears, at first they seemed random and distant, but gradually they became clearer, voices. Light reached your eyes as you slowly opened them and you felt nausea rising in you. You dry retched, but managed to prevent yourself from vomiting.

"She's coming to," you heard a muffled female voice say.

Another male voice, similarly muffled replied, "I can see that."

You blinked against the light shining in your face and looked up at a figure silhouetted darkly against the light in its back.

"Where am I?" you uttered weakly.

You got no answer, trying to make out your surroundings, but the place you were in seemed to be some kind of chamber and the light you saw was coming through an open door behind the person standing in front of you.

As you tried to move, you felt that your hands were tied together, your wrists aching from the rough rope that was wrapped around them. You could move your legs, but as soon as you tried to stand up, the person in front of you stepped towards you threateningly.

Startled, you backed up against the wall behind you and looked up at the person. You looked at a strange mask with white paint and frowned questioningly, who were these people who had kidnapped you? Enemies of Silco for sure, but who exactly?

"What do you want from me?" you asked, staring at the mask hovering overhead.

"You're Silco's mistress, aren't you?" was the counter question.

The voice was that of a young man, the same one you had heard before.

"Something like that," you said dryly.

You sighed and finally said, "If you wanted information from me, I'll have to disappoint you, I usually stay out of his business."

The figure in front of you tilted his head to the side and said, "That's not why you're here."

You gulped. Then what were you here for? You didn't speak the question aloud, instead you stared at him silently.

The fellow with the mask crouched in front of you, you saw another hooded figure sitting behind him on a box, a woman or a girl if you were not mistaken.

But your attention was drawn back to the fellow.

"I hear Silco is very fond of you. Possible he could be blackmailed."

You laughed humorlessly.

"You're not the brightest, are you?"

"Ekko, don't let her talk to you like this", grumbled the person in the background.

It was clearly the voice of a girl.

Ekko sighed, "How about not calling me by my name in front of her?"

"Sorry," the girl said meekly.

The fellow named Ekko turned back to you.

"We heard he was in love with you, so there's probably a good chance we can negotiate a few things with him."

You shook your head with a sigh.

"You guys have no idea. Silco won't negotiate, he'll run you down. He won't be blackmailed, no way", you said with conviction.

Ekko snorted, "We'll see about that."

"Your only chance to get out of this with your skin intact is to let me go. We'll just forget the whole thing and no one will get killed"

"How stupid do you think we are?!" the girl hissed angrily, her fists clenched.

Again you sighed, "You were stupid enough to kidnap Silco's girlfriend and try to blackmail him, I would say exceptionally stupid."

The girl jumped up angrily, but Ekko silently raised a hand, whereupon she paused in her movement.

Your gaze searched the eyes behind the mask and you said, "Silco doesn't negotiate with you, do you know what he did after the last negotiation? He went after the guy who was negotiating and slit his throat and all his partners' throats. And these people had not threatened him or tried to blackmail him. If he somehow sees an opportunity to crush you, he will do it."

Ekko cast a quick glance over his shoulder.

"What if she's right?"

The girl shrugged, "She's just trying to get her head out of the noose".

"Suit yourself" you grumbled and leaned against the wall behind you "I couldn't care less what happens to you. Do what you think you need to do"

Silco was pacing back and forth in the doctor's lab. Sevika leaned against one of the tables and watched him.

"Do we have enough Shimmer?" he asked into the silence.

"Hmm, it should be enough for your purposes," the Doctor replied in his sluggish voice.

Silco's gaze shot to Sevika.

"Do we know where the Firelights are?"

Sevika shook her head, "Unfortunately no, but I expect they will be in touch. They want to negotiate or they would have killed Y/N directly and not kidnapped her."

Silco's blood was boiling.

"Negotiate? I'm not going to negotiate. We're going to smoke these rats out once and for all."

Sevika warned him carefully, "Think of Y/N, she's alive, but if you do something stupid, that could change"

Crashing, Silco hit one of the tables.

"They will bitterly regret it if they so much as touched a hair on her head" he growled.

The doctor got up from his chair and handed Silco a bundle of shimmering purple vials.

"That should do it," he said confidently.

Silco accepted the bundle and nodded slowly. Now he just had to find out where exactly the Firelights were holding you captive.

You had a linen bag put over your head, you couldn't see anything, your hands were tied behind your back and someone was pushing you in front of them. You kept stumbling and could just barely keep yourself up. You were cursing under the cloth sack.

Someone kicked you in the back of your knees so that your legs buckled and you fell to your knees. The ground was painfully hard. You sucked in a sharp breath and cursed again.

You couldn't see anything which made you more than nervous. But even without the linen bag you couldn't see anything because underneath you wore an additional blindfold. Probably the whole thing was to prevent you from revealing where the Firelights were hiding.

Voices reached your ears. One of them was Silco, your heart immediately beat faster, you were glad to hear him and at the same time you were afraid, because you knew that this would not end well, it would escalate, you were completely sure of that.

"Take the fucking bag off her!" rumbled Silco.

You felt someone pull the linen bag off your head. It had gotten lighter, a little, but you still couldn't see anything through the blindfold.

"Y/N" you heard Silco say breathlessly "Don't worry little flower, you'll be home soon".

"Silco, these kids don't know what they're doing. Just let them go," you said carefully.

Something hit you hard on the head, the next moment you heard the girl's voice: "Shut up".

"Okay" you said dryly "Maybe you'll just kill the one".

Again the girl struck, pain throbbing in your skull.

„Stop that!“, you heard Ekko's voice warn her.

"Stupid little brat" you grumbled.

"Kill the bitch first," Silco growled.

In the next moment, a lot of things seemed to happen. You didn't know how many people were present, but judging by the many different screams, there were more than you had assumed. You felt a breeze and shortly after, something warm and wet splash on your face as the naughty brat next to you was snatched away by someone or something.

Your heart was racing and you didn't dare move. You heard gunshots and automatically threw yourself to the ground, wanting to offer a smaller target and hoping not to get hit by a stray bullet.

So many screams, shots, you could neither assign the voices nor hear which side had the upper hand. But knowing Silco, you were sure he had come prepared.

You were lying on the ground, still tied up and blindfolded. The Firelights hadn't even gotten a chance to mention any negotiations, that's exactly what you had suspected, but they hadn't wanted to listen to you, now they had to pay the price.

It was always a very stupid idea to make Silco angry.

Something heavy landed on you, probably a dead body, you felt the blood dripping on you and grimaced in disgust. It was macabre, but at least this way you had a shield, you weren't going to die here today. Some determined screams quickly turned into desperate cries of pain and you wondered what the hell was going on. In between you heard strange noises, almost like animals, or rather monsters. You couldn't explain what it was.

Several times somone stepped on you or stumbled over you, every time it happened you winced in panic, expecting worse.

Little by little it became quieter. At some point you heard only your own nervous breathing.

Someone lifted the body that was lying on top of you off of you. When someone grabbed your wrists, you automatically cried out in panic, not knowing what to expect, but then you heard Sevika's voice.

"Hey Kitten, take it easy, it's just me."

You stopped screaming and took a breath. You finally heard quick footsteps and then Silco's voice, "Is she okay?"

"Seems unharmed," Sevika replied to him, finally untying your bonds.

"Little flower," Silco spoke softly, helping you up to a sitting position and carefully removing your blindfold.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him, his clothes bloody, not his blood, but a lot of it. In one of his hands a bloody knife. You were quite visibly surprised to see him like this, his hair disheveled, blood stains everywhere, he wasn't just watching, he was getting his hands dirty. Sevika didn't look much different, her metal arm was covered in blood.

"Fuck," you said so under your breath it was almost a whisper.

Your gaze wandered around you. There were a lot of bodies, most of them twisted, like someone had tried to literally squeeze the life out of them. Blood, so much blood, everywhere, including on yourself, and it was starting to stick to your skin disgustingly. You felt nauseous, you tried to take a breath, but the iron sweet smell of the blood was in the freaking everywhere and only made it worse. Hastily, you turned away and threw up violently.

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Aberration - Chapter 3

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2.8k

A/N: Third chap, here we go! It’ll start picking up soon. I know there isn’t much ‘horror’ rn, but it will get there, I promise. Also, I’m sorry Tamaki’s part is a bit longer than Hawks. I just adore Tamaki so much and he deserves the world and lots of hugs and kithes.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing. More to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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"Good afternoon Mr. Keigo, my name is Y/N and I'll-" You look up from your notes to see a half naked man with blonde hair and bright red bird wings lounging on his bed. Your jaw drops and you hold your clipboard up in front of your suddenly heated face.

Keigo looks over to you with his brows raised. "Well well, looks like we've got ourselves a new baby bird. How…" The handsome man's lips turn up into a cocky smirk.

"...interesting."

You peek over your clipboard to see his cocky smirk and hide your eyes again. "Keigo, would you please put on a shirt?"

He chuckles and wiggles his eyebrows. "What, too embarrassed to look at me, baby bird? I'll tell you what. You tell me who you are, and if you're single, and I'll cover myself."

"My name is Y/N. I'm the newest scientist in this facility, here to observe you, hoping it helps to find a cure. And there is no need for you to know my relationship status."

"Ah, ah, ah. If you don't tell me, you'll have to do this interview while gazing at my gorgeous body." You hear the cockiness in his voice.

"I swear to fu- fine, yes I'm currently happily single. Now, please put your shirt on." You mumble under your breath, "this is so inappropriate."

After a minute of rustling, Keigo leans back onto his bed. "Okay, my single baby bird. I'm all covered up for you."

You lower your clipboard just below your eyes to make sure, seeing the smirking bird man lounging on his bed with a shirt on. You finally lower your clipboard all the way before giving a curt nod. Making your way to the desk chair, you smile at the man.

"Thank you, Keigo. As I said before, my name is Y/N and I'm here to get to know you."

He snickers, "well, I'm here to answer any questions you have for me, baby bird. Fire away."

You sigh and open your notebook. "Must you call me such a name?"

"Awe, do you not like when I call you that?"

Sighing once more, you decide to just move on. You know you'll end up going in circles. "Please state your full name, age and date of birth for me."

"My name is Keigo Takami. I'm 28 years old. My birthday is December 28th." He paused to let you write that down before opening his mouth again. "Did you need my star sign and my relationship status? Well, I'm a Capricorn and I am definitely sin-"

"Nope, that's enough." You cut him off before he could ramble on even more. "Now, can you tell me what your quirk is exactly?"

Keigo blinks before turning around, the chains on his ankles clanking against the bed frame. Your eyes light up being able to actually see the giant, beautiful red bird wings coming from his back. You frowned slightly noticing they were pinned down, preventing him from being able to use them.

"Does that hurt? Having them pinned like that?" You tilt your head eyes following the edges of each feather.

Keigo lets out a quiet chuckle, eyeing you from over his shoulder. "A little. But nothing I can't handle. Why, is my baby bird worried about little ole me?"

Your frown turns into a glare and you clear your throat. "So, what exactly can you do with these wings of yours?"

Keigo's mouth twitches into a smirk as he turns back around to face you. "Well, I can fly. And I can also disconnect each feather from my wings and use them individually."

You nod, not wanting to show how impressed you were, knowing he'd make a crack at it. You finish writing down that information before asking your next question. "Now, can you tell me why you are here?"

"Getting down to the nitty-gritty, I see. Well, I was arrested and charged with Drug Trafficking, Forgery and Assault." You look at him, motioning him to continue. He shrugs. "There isn't much else to it. I'm a mafia leader. This shit happens on a daily basis, for years. Just so happened that I eventually got caught, on account of a leak in my group. Fortunately, for me, I use other people to do the killing for me. So that means they couldn't get me with murder." He cocks his head. "Unfortunately, though, trafficking and forgery are also felonies, so. That's why I'm here."

"So you spent your life moving copious amounts of drugs, forging money and assaulting clients who did you wrong?"

Keigo thinks about your words for a moment and nods. "Essentially, yes."

"Alright then." You stand up and bow your head to the mafia leader who was watching you carefully. "I will take my leave, as I have one more inmate to see before the end of my shift." You head towards the door, but pause for a moment. "Oh, and Keigo?" You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. "Your wings are beautiful."

Keigo's eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly, watching you walk out that door. His face turns bright red after processing your words. He mutters under his breath, "oh, baby bird…"

After shutting the door behind you, you breathe out. Aizawa looks up from his phone. "How'd it go?"

You raise a brow, "what, you weren't watching me through the security cameras like before?"

"Oh, I was," he deadpanned. "But, visually, it didn't look as compromising as the last two visits. The cameras don't pick up audio."

"Well, besides the lack of clothing in the beginning and the incessant flirting, I was pleasantly surprised."

Aizawa looked at his watch. "Now, I think we have time for one more before we have to turn in paperwork and unchain the more dangerous inmates from their beds to give them some room to stretch out." Aizawa flips through the profiles before stopping on one. "How about Amajiki?"

You turn to his profile and scan the words in front of you. "A cannibal, huh. Well that's not something you see every day."

"I think he'd be good to end the day with. Despite him being, well, a cannibal, he's actually extremely reserved and quite timid. I don't think he'd try to hurt you or get close to you. He suffers from borderline personality disorder, as you see." Aizawa looks up from his notes and eyes you. "However, he is a level 10. He may come across as innocent and somewhat angelic, but remember, he is one of the most dangerous criminals in this facility. He has multiple murders under his belt. So just keep that in mind."

You nod your head, slightly bouncing with excitement. This one sounds quite interesting to you. You've never met a cannibal before and this one has a quirk that sounds intriguing. Aizawa sighs before turning away from Hawk's door and heading further down the long hallway. He stops in front of a heavy door and scans you in.

Once you step inside the white room, you furrow your brows, not really noticing anyone. That's when you hear a small whimper and a few muffled, stuttered words coming from the floor next to the bed.

"W-Who are you?"

You lean to the side to see an indigo-haired figure huddled against the wall between the desk and the bed. You notice his body is trembling, only his eyes visible through his bangs, his arms covering the rest of his face. Head tilted, you squat down from a distance and smile.

"Hi there, Amajiki. My name is Y/N. I'm the newest scientist at this facility. I'm here to talk to you and get to know you to help further our findings for a cure. I'd like to be friends, if that's possible." You reply gently. You can tell he's scared out of his mind.

He raises his head up, giving you a full view of his…

Muzzle?

"F-friends?"

Your eyes widen slightly. The bottom half of Amajiki's face, from his nose to under his chin, is completely covered by a silver muzzle. It's strapped around his head and locked in place by a padlock. Your eyes travel down to see his wrists chained together with quirk cancelling cuffs and, as you expected, both of his ankles are chained to the heavy duty bed frame.

"They have you muzzled like that?" You stare in disbelief, slightly angered at the treatment. You understand that he's a known cannibal, but to strap that heavy muzzle around his head on top of chains already weighing him down.

Amajiki nods shyly, "y-yeah. I guess it's because of the whole e-eating people… thing."

You sit yourself down on the floor across from him, your notes in your lap. "Is it uncomfortable?" He nods slowly, his eyes avoiding yours. You give him a small smile. "I'm sorry."

His eyes shoot to yours, confusion flashing through them. "Why are you sorry?"

"It...seems like a lot of you are possibly being mistreated here. I've noticed a few things here and there."

Amajiki's brows furrow. "And why should you care? W-We're criminals."

"True. However, this facility isn't supposed to be judge, jury and executioner. You're entitled to a fair trial, just like everyone else. That includes not being mistreated." Your smile never leaves your face as you look the man in the eyes. "I am not only here to research a cure, but make sure in doing so, it won't harm any of you. It'll be humane, I promise." Amajiki just stares at you with an unreadable expression. You sigh and click your pen. "Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Amajiki?" He shakes his head but stays quiet.

"Can you please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

"U-um. Tamaki Amajiki, 25, March 4th."

"Thank you. And what is your quirk?"

Amajiki hugs his knees tighter. "I-It's called Manifestation. Essentially, whatever I eat and digest, I can manifest as a body part."

Your leg bounces in excitement. "So, if you were to eat, let's say, Takoyaki, you can turn your hand into tentacles?" He nods his head. Your eyes light up. "That is incredible, Amajiki. That's such a powerful quirk!"

Amajiki's eyes widened, a blush spreading across his cheeks that were partially hidden under his muzzle. This is the first time he's ever been thankful to have this thing attached to his face. "U-um, t-thanks."

You let out a soft giggle and continue writing in your notes. "Here's a little bit more of a difficult question, Amajiki. Can you please tell me why you are incarcerated in this facility?"

Amajiki stays quiet, not looking at you. You notice his hesitation. You think for a moment before looking around the room. Amajiki sneaks a glance at you, watching you look around the room. His brows furrow. "W-What are you…"

You finally spot the locations of the camera and move your body so your back was facing it. Ignoring his question, you place your pen down directly in front of you so only Amajiki can see. You furrow your brows in concentration and stick your tongue out as you hover your hand over your pen. To Amajiki's utter shock, the pen starts floating in the air.

"Y-You have a quirk?!"

You nod your head and release the pen from your power. "Yeah, I do. It's nothing fancy like yours, but it is a mutation, nonetheless. Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who understands more of your situation than you might think. So that's why I wanted to show you." You smile at the man, who is looking at you with pure adoration. "Please, keep this to yourself. I don't know what Aizawa would do if he found out about it." 

"I-I won't tell anyone, I promise."

You giggle and sit back down in your original spot. "Thank you. Now, can you please tell me why you're in this facility?"

He nods his head, still slightly dazed about this new-found information. "I was charged with multiple counts of 1st degree murder a-and…" his voice drops to a whisper, "s-serial cannibalism."

You couldn't help your interest in the subject and started rambling. "Would you be so kind as to explain how this came about? Did you grow up into a family of cannibals or-"

"NO!" He lashes out, causing you to flinch slightly. He winces as your reaction, not intending to scare you. "N-no. Nothing like that. It happened… against my will, so to say?" Amajiki sighs and rests his chin on his arms, not meeting your eyes. "I was one of the only kids in my small town to have been born with a mutation. My parents tried to hide it, tried to hide me. I don't know if it was from fear of people hurting me or fear of everyone judging them for having me."

He blinks a few times before continuing. "The town I lived in was small, a bad side to say the least. Lots of low-lifes and gangs running around. Well, long story short, someone found out about me and what my quirk was. They kidnapped me and…" He trails off. Suddenly, his eyes snapped to yours, an uncomfortable and intense feeling overwhelming you. "They forced me to eat another person, someone with a quirk. They wanted to see if I could turn their power into my own."

He cocks his head and lets out a cackle, still making eye contact with you. "Can you believe that?! It actually worked! So what did they do? They forced me to eat ANOTHER quirk user. They wanted to turn me into an ultimate weapon." Amajiki lets out a strange noise, sounding like a mixture between a guttural sob and a laugh. "Well, the joke was on them in the end. I ended up killing and eating them in the end and escaping. But after that point, something mutated further in my quirk. I couldn't stop craving human flesh." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "A-And that's why I'm here now."

Your eyes are wide and your breath is heavy. Something inside you feels a sense of panic, looking at the clearly broken man in front of you. It's so much information to take in, you stay quiet for awhile, your body on high alert. Amajiki notices how quiet you are and he opens his eyes. He notices a terrified look on your face and internally panics.

"W-Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I-I'm not going to hurt you." He finally moves out from his huddled form and kneels instead, the sound of chains clinking together snapping you out of it. "I-I would n-never hurt you." He whispers the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

You clear your throat after taking a few deep breaths. "T-Thank you for telling me this, Amajiki. It was really brave of you to relive those experiences." You look at him and notice the fear and concern in his face. Giving him a small smile, you close your notebook. "I'm fine, I promise." You stand up on shaky legs and bow your head. "I need to get going."

Amajiki quickly stands up, making you slightly flinch again, which doesn't go unnoticed by him. "Y-You're leaving already? Will I get to see you again?"

"You will. I'm an employee here now, so I'll be the one to check up on all the inmates and work on everyone's individual sessions." You turn your back and walk to the door. "I'll see you later, Amajiki."

The indigo-haired man watches you walk through his door, longing written across his face. The only thing running through his mind are thoughts of the pretty telekinesis that made his heart race.

Once out the door, Aizawa meets you in the hallway. "How'd it go with the man-eater?"

You scowl at the doctor. "Why do you say things like that? He has a name."

"He's a criminal, Y/N. They're all criminals. Shouldn't matter what we call them." He rolls his eyes. "Just come with me. We have to finish our paperwork before the end of the day."

You grumble under your breath but follow the tired-looking doctor to his office. "You also need to prepare yourself for tomorrow. You will be meeting Kaminari, Midoriya, Shinso, Bakugo, Todoroki, Dabi and Kai. And 5 out of the 7 are level 8 and above."

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[starlostseungmin]

the spilled ink on his tracing paper.

pairings — architecture student!seungmin x fem!reader ft. best friend!jisung

genres — fluff, angst, college au

warnings — mentions of food, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol, seungmin is a jerk at first

words — 10.5k

note — this is inspired by the k-drama, nevertheless. please let me know if i missed something for the warnings, this isn't proof read.

You have been warned.

But there’s something about him that keeps you hooked.

Maybe it’s the way he look at you, or the way he smiles, the way how he speak or the way how he would always left you dumbfounded.

You didn’t know Seungmin, the Kim Seungmin of the architecture department, third year. But he’s friends with your ex-roommate, Jisung so you have learned things about him.

It all started when you found Jisung in your doorsteps at four a.m. on a Sunday. He was wasted and Seungmin is the only one keeping him in balance, preventing your friends’ body not to fall on his face on the floor. You didn’t know why he brought your ex-roommate in your address and how did he know where you live. Maybe Jisung told him.

Things were so weird at first but you were stunned to see a cute guy on your doorsteps early in the morning. He apologized for the inconvenience as he placed your friend on the couch, giving him warm blankets for Jisung to use. With that sheepish smile of his, he explained how Jisung got drunk because of stress.

You learned that he secretly brought alcoholic drinks inside their camping van and got drunk after having a heart-to-heart conversation with Jeongin as he also got devastated about the upcoming exams being afraid to fail, that’s why he wanted to chill and alcohol did quite help him through. Jeongin was the first one to go home, leaving Seungmin with a drunk Jisung. He said he couldn’t find Jisung’s key so he ended up here. The poor boy must’ve been tired but it’s a blessing to see an eye candy.

For you, Kim Seungmin is a definition of perfection but they have flaws hidden underneath that pristine look. Jisung talked about him when he woke up with an extreme headache.

“He dated a few people before but he turned them down because they’re not his type.” He said. “If you’re interested in him, think about it first, flings don’t work for him.”

Jisung got busy healing himself with the food you cooked for him including the hangover soup. He said he’ll rest for an hour and go back to his own apartment. He’s like a squirrel who would store food inside its cheeks with nuts. He do look like a squirrel and a quokka, a cute little creature but annoying. How did you met Jisung anyways?

Some freshmen like you tends to live in your university’s provided dorms and it happened that Jisung was looking for a roommate since he got lonely. It was all good for a whole year and became close friends. But you decided to move out from the dorms since Jisung will be living in Hyunjin’s apartment just a block away from the school. You’ve been living alone since sophomore year and Jisung would always visit if he has free time. Yet it was unexpected to see him at 4 a.m. in the morning, plus, he brought a friend with him.

A week flew by and you didn’t see Seungmin again. It doesn’t really bother you and it’s already penetrable not seeing him around since you’re both from different departments. He might be busy more than you.

It was Monday when you decided to stay at the café in front of the campus as your morning classes just ended. Jisung promised to accompany you but he had to be somewhere first. He said he’ll catch up after he’s done and who knows where he went? Probably kicking Hyunjin’s ass or pester Chan in his own studio.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sit on your favorite spot with an iced coffee on your table together with some textbooks and papers filled with your notes on one specific subject. Exams is killing you and it will be a stressful week once the professors released the dates. A cup of iced coffee, one slice of red velvet cheesecake and a comfortable spot would make you feel relaxed. Studying doesn’t help and a bummer.

It happened that Seungmin was in the same café as you. He just took his order from the counter when saw a familiar figure sitting beside the glass wall, studying. It was you, wearing glasses as your hair was tied up into a messy bun, with your hands being busy flipping the pages of your textbooks while taking notes. A small smile was formed on his face as he slowly walked towards your direction and examined the things being scattered on your table.

“Uhm, excuse me.” He spoke as you lifted your head. You saw him wearing that smile, the same one when he landed in your doorstep a week ago.

“Oh, hi.” You smiled at him.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asked, holding his cup of iced americano. You examined his outfit today, a white shirt inside his canary jacket, blue jeans and a white shoes with his white backpack and a drawing tube hanging on his right shoulder. He seemed busy seeing how much stuff he has, and the cup was for take-out.

“Yes,” You beamed. “And it’s Seungmin?” He nodded.

“We only got to talk in a minute a while ago.” He responded, still having that cute smile with his eyes disappearing. “Mind if I sit here?”

“No. Of course.” You said taking some of your mess from his side of the table so he could place his drink. “Sorry about the mess, exams are fast approaching.” You chuckled as you dragged them inside your bag except for a necessary textbook, a notebook and your pen case, of course, your phone.

“I know right.” He smiled. “So you’re in psychology?”

“Yeah, it was a last minute decision before the entrance exam.” You chuckled awkwardly, slipping some strands of your hair to the back of your ear.

“Cool.” He said. “And you’re friends with Jisung, how come he didn’t introduce you to us?” He asked as you were not sure about what to reply. You shrugged your shoulders as you took a sip on your iced coffee, trying to think of something.

“I don’t know maybe he’s too occupied.” You said. “I would ask the same to you too.”

“Same answer.” He chuckled.

You could feel the awkward atmosphere between you two. It’s so unexpected to see him and have a conversation when you don’t have anything else to offer. You tried to read your notes again but Seungmin’s presence kept you hooked. He took a sip from his drink as he observed the fine interior of the café. And while he’s at it, you happened to see his portfolio filled with drawing of plates. You were stunned how neat they were and even the details were so accurate. Well he’s an architecture student, what else would you expect? He’s doing his profession really good.

“Wow, did you draw those?” You asked as he glanced at his messy portfolio being open for tour.

“Yeah, it’s just the outlines. I made them during my free time.” He answered placing his cup back on the table as he rubbed his nape.

“I like it. Must be hard to keep them clean, knowing your pens’ inks are really runny right?” You chuckled. “Even the lights hurt your eyes when you trace them on the table.”

Seungmin was amused. “Did you have experience?” He asked.

“Not really but I used to draw something like that when I was in middle school and I happened to plan on taking architecture in college but I ended up choosing psychology.” You explained. “But I had a high score when I took the exam for architecture and construction, especially on interior design.”

“Oh really? That’s so interesting!” He said feeling the excitement. “But it’s a bummer not to have someone like you in our department though, I think we will have a nice relationship.” He chuckled as you blushed at his statement.

“It’s okay, I stopped drawing when I got into high school anyways.” You smiled, trying to ease the redness of your cheeks.

“I understand.” He said. “By the way, would you mind if I can have your phone number?” He asked as he took his phone from his pocket. You suddenly got startled at the fact that this is the first time a handsome, cute boy asks for your number. Memories from high school only indicated that your phone number is just for the most important people in your life, no boys except for your family and friends. “Here.” He added giving you a smile as he gently handed his phone, your hands trembled in nervousness and just wished Seungmin won’t notice.

You tried to recall your phone number as you typed them. Being nervous tends to forget things, especially when that person you like is the one asking for it but that’s not the case for Seungmin, perhaps, but you can’t deny you’re attracted to him. And if Jisung could see you right now, he would definitely tease you or scold you about it. The guy is harmless, you think.

“Here.” You said handing back his phone. His fingers accidentally brushed yours as you felt the electricity flows inside your body. Seungmin clicked a few buttons before he pressed the phone on his ear as you heard your phone ringing. This is how most k-drama male lead gives their number to someone or just type it away as you saw his phone number on the screen, then, it suddenly felt weird.

“That’s mine right there.” He said, pointing at your screen. You gave him a nod and saved it in to your contacts, leaving Seungmin clearing his throat. “It was nice seeing you here but I’ll have to go.” He said, standing up and gave a small bow.

“Sure, I’ll see you around.” You said as he exited the café. You watched him crossed the road and went back inside the campus, you didn’t have the chance to say something before he left. With a disappointed look on your face, his name is already plastered on his profile and you will definitely scream at Jisung later. But little did you know that Jisung saw everything through the glass wall, he smirked at himself after he just got back from annoying Hyunjin and sat on the chair across from the table where Seungmin was earlier.

“I saw that.” He said.

“Saw what?” You asked, not breaking your eye contact from your textbook.

“You like him don’t you y/n?” Jisung asked as you finally had the guts to look at him. Seeing that teasing smile he has on his face, you knew what he is up to. “I would like to congratulate you for having a crush on my best friend. I should get paid for this.”

“Shut up, Han.” You said rolling your eyes as he pouted his lips.

“Why?” He asked.

“I don’t have a crush on him okay?” You reassured but the boy just scoffed.

“Yeah right but don’t be fooled by his innocent looks because good boys may go to heaven but that boy will bring heaven to you.” Jisung smirked but you just rolled your eyes.

“What are you talking about? He seems sweet.” You defended when Jisung took your iced coffee and removed the cap to drink it. “Hey! That’s mine!”

“That’s what I’m telling you.” Jisung said. “You heard the rumors about Yeonjun being dumped by his girlfriend because of some architecture guy right? That was Seungmin. Taking the girls all the way because they swoon over him. Flings doesn’t even work out, are you still up to it?”

“It’s not like I’m going to do the same. There’s the line over there which says friends, Jisung.” You defended and he smirked again, taking all the contents from your own cup.

“Try me.” Jisung retorted as you sighed in annoyance.

You didn’t mind what Jisung have said and went home a few minutes after he left, leaving you with another cup of iced coffee in which he ordered for you. Smiling at the thought of his gestures, you went back to your apartment and rest while he had to go back to school for some errands. You placed your bag on the couch and went to take a quick shower before cooking dinner.

Slipping into your oversized university t-shirt and shorts, you dried your hair using a towel made of cotton. It is already the weekend and you’ve been planning to entertain yourself by doing some things which is not yet being planned. Probably study at the same café or go to a bookstore, grab some coffee or nothing, maybe stay in your apartment and k-dramas until Monday comes. Cooking dinner is a bit tiresome but you’re good at it. Jisung have already tested and proven that’s why he would go crazy on it. You placed the food on your own coffee table as you grabbed your phone trying to catch up what’s new in social media and started to eat.

But as you were munching your noodles, a message notification was received. You clicked on the rectangular bubble and read the sender’s name. It was from Seungmin.

Seungmin: hi y/n.

Seungmin: are you busy?

You: not really, just eating dinner. what about you?

Seungmin: on my way home.

Seungmin: our professor just dismissed us recently.

Seungmin: i happened to see Jisung earlier, he was glaring at me.

You: please don’t mind him.

You: but why?

Seungmin: i don’t know.

Seungmin: by the way, are you free tomorrow?

You: yes?

Seungmin: would you like to go on an art exhibit with me?

Seungmin: i have two tickets and brochures but i don’t think my friends are interested.

You: oh, of course, what are the displays?

Seungmin: miniatures of buildings, bridges and other architectural designs. i bet you would like them.

You: sure, just tell me what time and where should we meet.

Seungmin: oh don’t worry about the place, i’ll drop by in your apartment tomorrow at 3pm.

You: that’s fine with me.

Seungmin: good to know, good night!

You: good night.

A smile crept on your lips as you read the texts all over again. He’s such a cutie. Never mind what Jisung said and take the time to spend your Saturday with someone who’s cute and charming as Kim Seungmin.

You placed your phone back on the table and continued eating. After you finished, you proceeded to the sink and washed the dishes, humming to your favorite song. You couldn’t wait what will happen tomorrow. Maybe it’s a start of spicing up your college life?

The afternoon sunshine crept inside your room as you remembered what Seungmin told you last night and yet, you were lazy to get out from your comfy mattress. You stayed up until 2 a.m. finishing a k-drama and fell asleep an hour later. It’s the weekend you can do whatever you want, and woke up at 11 a.m. You just had a quick lunch and went back to your bed again, browsing on your phone, trying to see some new dramas to watch and check your unread messages. Most of them were from the group chat you’ve had with Jisung and other close psychology classmates. Someone sent an advertisement regarding with the exhibit, Seungmin told you about.

“It opens by 3:30.” You told yourself and got up.

Having a good 20 minute shower, you dried your hair as you walked out from the bathroom and proceeded to your small closet where you find something decent to wear. But in the end, you picked a mixture of black and white short-sleeve filled top with a fit mini skirt and a pair of white shoes, applied your favorite set of make-up and leaving your hair, falling naturally.

“Is this too much?” You asked yourself upon seeing how you look in front of the mirror. But you couldn’t help but admire how it ended. It looks so good on you.

You glanced at your wristwatch, saying it was almost 3 p.m. and Seungmin will be on his way. Fixing the things inside you bag, you slipped into your perfume and tied your shoelaces. That’s when you heard some knocks on your wooden door.

“Coming!” You said as you made your way toward the entryway and open it revealing Seungmin with that sweet smile, wearing a white t-shirt underneath his navy blue coat and jeans, with a pair of white shoes. He looked stunning and his bangs were parted, seeing his forehead which made him even more attractive.

“Hi.” He said. “You look great.”

You could feel the heat burning in your cheeks and if you could see yourself right now, you would be red as a tomato hoping Seungmin won’t see it.

“Thanks, you look great too.” You smiled at him as he just chuckled being flustered.

“Shall we go?” He asked as you grabbed your bag and went outside with him. He had his car parked just outside the apartment and gestured you to go in first, opening the door for you. It was your first time on someone’s car aside from Jisung and your family of course.

The ride filled with conversations about the exhibit as he gave you the brochure. All displays were from the architecture students in your school and one of them belongs to Seungmin. It was a miniature of a mansion which is done by sticks and other materials that are fit so form a delicate framework. It would be better to see it in person but Seungmin was a bit embarrassed about it. He parked his car on the underground parking lot provided by the museum and got off first to open the door for you. A small smile was seen on your face as he assisted you to go inside with him as you wrap your arm around his.

Art museums are rich with diversity. Cold marble floors, renaissance architecture, paintings hanged on the wall of famous painters all over in different eras in history, expensive limited edition statues of both men and women portraying different genres of life and of course, the main purpose of the exhibit: the miniatures of the houses inspired by European architecture. If psychology didn’t steal you away, you’ll be having your own piece being on the display but you’re happy for Seungmin for pursuing his dream.

“This is your right?” You asked, pointing a familiar house framework. It was all in the brochure.

“Yes.” He answered with a smile as he explained what materials he used for building the interior and exterior. You listened to him carefully as you learned something new about his job, it was a great news to have a friend who have the same interest as you where he could fill your brain with information about your passion that was failed to pursue. “This uhm, the purpose of this exhibit is to show the audience the future plans of the Engineer Cho to build a European inspired village near Namsan, he picked the university to help him design houses.”

“Really? Congratulations!” You told him and gestured tiny claps which made him flustered.

“Seungmin?” Someone called as the person approached the two of you. Seungmin smiled and gave them a small bow as the person was delighted to see him.

“Engineer Cho. Nice to see you here.” He smiled.

“I would like to congratulate you, I really love your idea for this exhibit. Your piece shines brightly the most and— oh,” He stopped upon seeing you. You did a small bow and smiled at the man. “You didn’t tell me you have a girlfriend. Nice to meet you, darling.” He added offering a handshake as you got flustered and politely took his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Sir. I’m y/n from the psychology department.” You answered as the engineer chuckled.

“I see you are the inspiration of Seungmin’s design.” But before you could say that you’re not his girlfriend. Seungmin interrupted you by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“I spend the whole week working on this piece by thinking about her, Sir. It’s like she’s the light that gives me motivation to work harder.”

Little did you know that your first meeting made an impact towards Seungmin. Maybe that emergency project which was the exhibit made a way for him to get inspiration at 4 a.m. and it was also because of Jisung. It made sense that you didn’t see him a week after that small conversation on a Sunday morning but he did see you a few times, running errands to your department. He couldn’t help but admire you from afar, you look so fragile and delicate, a true muse in his eyes.

“I see.” The engineer smiled. “Nice seeing you two here, I have to check your classmates’ work too. Take care of my favorite student, y/n.” He added as you smiled being shy about it, still feeling the redness of your cheeks. Seeing him walk away, Seungmin immediately pulled away as he apologized about the sudden skinship. He’s being embarrassed about it but he do admit he likes the intimacy.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry about him.” He said. “He’s been telling us to have girlfriends and boyfriends to sought inspiration. If I told him, I didn’t have one then he’ll force me to.” He chuckled sheepishly when you just smiled at him.

“Oh, that’s okay.” You said, “But hey, he likes your work! I think you guys should celebrate about it.”

“The boys are planning that for me. They said they wanted a trip out of the city during summer break.” He responded as you continued to explore the museum. “Jisung and Jeongin will be there, are you coming?”

“I’ll think about it though.”

“Right.” He smiled. “By the way, you said you’re interested in doing plates right?” He asked as you gave him a nod.

“Yeah but I’m not really good at it.” You chuckled, rubbing your nape. “Why did you ask?”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, as long as it’s easy, no problem.”

“Can you make me a plate? I mean, you can choose random architecture as long as you’re comfortable about it. I just wanted to see you making one.” He smiled.

“What do I get in return?” You smirked when he looked at you being stunned. “Just kidding, I won’t promise but I’ll try,”

“Cool, but I’m expecting it.” He chuckled as you both continue exploring the museum.

All throughout the afternoon was kind of magical for you. Aside from enjoying the university’s architecture projects, the painting held you back to history where you once loved to read as Seungmin was also busy taking pictures. You asked him about the camera and he said he loves photography as well, everything that is related to art, he enjoys it. A smile was formed on your face as you admire him doing his job, his eyes knows what’s beautiful and his hands were so alluring that you wanted to intertwine your fingers with his or maybe taking some strands of your hair and placed them behind your ear.

But fantasies aside, you were struck when someone approached him, maybe the girl is from his department and they seemed so close that they had smiles on their faces as they as she managed to kiss his cheek and left. Just like what Jisung said, Yeonjun’s girl dumped him for Seungmin and flings didn’t work out for him, even some people try to flirt with him, he’ll just go with it.

You held the string of your bag tightly as you waited for Seungmin to notice your presence but it took him a short while after entertaining a few guest, mostly they’re all interested in him, not just his work. He caught you staring at him as you got flustered, smiling at you. How could someone be this cute and innocent be a player or something?

“Do you want to go home?” He asked.

“Oh, if you’re still busy, I can go home by myself.” You said as he placed his camera back on his bag.

“No, I’m not. I’m getting bored anyways, let me drive you home.” He smiled.

He parked his car outside the apartment building as he opened the door for you. It was a good exhibit, but seeing him flirting with some people made you a little bit jealous.

“How’s the exhibit, did you like it?” He asked as you slipped you bag in your arm, closing the door behind you.

“I love it! I learned so much today, thanks to you.” You smiled. “But uhm, do you have time for dinner?”

“Maybe some other time, I have other plans.” He said as you gave him a nod.

“Okay, uhm, I’ll see you then. Good night.” You responded as Seungmin leaned on his car and watched you go inside. A small smile was left on his face as you disappeared from his sights. He went back inside his car and drive away, you were such a cutie.

Weekend passed by and you haven’t seen Seungmin again, neither his messages too. You kept on checking your phone just in case you receive notifications from him but there’s nothing. Only a sigh escaped from your lips as you dragged yourself out of your soft mattress and prepared yourself to go to university.

The same destination, the same routine. Good thing Jisung didn’t knew about you and Seungmin went together to the exhibit or he will come, teasing you about it. He didn’t even go to school today so you were a bit lonely. Hours felt days when he’s not around and especially classes are getting boring, semester by semester, yet you still manage to survive and get good grades about. As soon as your classes ended, you made a bee line towards the same café and ordered the same iced coffee again. Life of being an adult can be stressful sometimes and you had to do your errands alone, especially this one detail, getting food.

You went home after taking a few sips of your coffee and changed into your most comfortable outfit, oversized canary hoodie, white shoes, and jeans. Being lazy to cook, you decided to go to the convenience store for some ramen and kimbap, and ice cream, maybe a carton of milk will make your fridge useful, somehow. It was almost 8 in the evening when you had a good meal outside the store, you’re saving that milk for later and the ice cream will serve as desert. You finished eating for exactly 10 minutes because you were starving and that’s where Seungmin caught you eating ice cream.

“Y/n?” He called as you looked at him.

“Oh, Seungmin!” You greeted, wiping your lips with a napkin. “How are you? I haven’t seen you for days.”

“Busy again.” He chuckled as he took the seat in front of you.

“Is that your dinner?” You asked upon looking at the foods he just brought. The same ramen you ate, the same carton of milk and tteokbokki.

“Yeah, apparently Hyunjin is not home so it’ll be a waste to cook.” He said as he started to eat his ramen. “And I should ask you the same?” He added, taking a glance on your empty cup of ramen and ripped plastic wraps of kimbap.

“I got lazy, cooking. I still have to study so, you feel me. I’m busy too.” You responded taking a bite from your ice cream, resulting to have some white cream surrounding your lips. You didn’t notice that at first and finished it in no time. Seungmin kept staring at you, so he knew about the excess melting frozen desert, you were about to take some napkin to wipe them but he was too quick to lean closer making everything stops as your heartbeat started to pound louder. He reached for the sides of your lips and gently wiped the dirt away, leaving a small kiss on it.

It was a week later after that kiss, you didn’t even know how to react or why the hell did Seungmin just kissed you like that. You were left dumbfounded and annoyed, but at the same time, there’s a part of you that you like it. He’s bad but good, good but bad. Whatever. You didn’t see him for another week and wished not to have any interactions within the campus but fate wouldn’t let you live in peace.

That week was filled with stress because of the exams, you and Jisung had a hard time studying in the library for how many hours plus in your own apartment. Of course your best friend knew about the date, he saw you both and you talked to him about what happened during those interactions. He was upset at first and scolded you about the bad things that might happen if you would let Seungmin get in your way. But on the other hand, he wanted you to date already, anyone but Seungmin.

“You’re jealous?” You asked as he flipped some pages from his textbook, reviewing for the last day of exams tomorrow.

“No, but I warned you about him.” He said trying not be loud for he was afraid to be kicked out from your apartment. Neighbors are listening.

“I’ve been trying to avoid him but—”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, I mean, damn Jisung he’s interesting!” You defended but Jisung just rolled his eyes.

“I hate you though. You saw him being comfortable with other people and now he’s interested on you, maybe in the end he’ll break your heart.” He said and you just sighed heavily.

“As much I was wanted to avoid him though. I kept bumping onto him.” You responded burying your face on your open notebook as Jisung snatched it away from you.

“If that’s the case then don’t be too attached to him, okay?”

“Okay.” You said as you calm yourself down. Jisung returned your notebook as you continued studying, at least for removing Seungmin from your head for now. But after the exams the next day, Jeongin came towards your direction, asking if you could help him with his stuff. Jisung just fled for Hyunjin and you don’t know when you’ll see him again. Meanwhile, Jeongin handed you a paper bag filled with his new materials for his project, he’s an architecture student too but a year behind. Then there was Seungmin on his own workspace inside their classroom. Glasses on his eyes, folded sleeves on his arms, black slacks and white shoes, a pencil behind his ear, a T square ruler above his tracing paper, a pen on his veiny hand as he work on plates on his drafting table.

You were stunned upon seeing him, he’s so hot. You didn’t even realized that Jeongin was already on his drafting table on the other side of the room as you were mesmerized by the ethereal beauty of Kim Seungmin. His classmates caught you staring at him when Jeongin called you.

“Noona! Over here.” He said, Seungmin did even laid his eyes on you as your feet dragged you towards Jeongin’s workspace. A smile was formed on his face as he followed your figure, placing the paper bag on the table. Jeongin thanked you for it and asked for forgiveness for the inconvenience he had caused but you said it was alright. Your weekend is stress-free now that you’re done. Summer break is also fast approaching and you’re sure you would spend it being productive.

You smiled at Jeongin and bid goodbye and said good luck for his project while Seungmin followed you outside the classroom, to the hallway.

“Y/n!” He called. You stopped on your tracks as you tightened your grip on the straps of your bag before facing him. He didn’t even apologize to that stupid kiss and walked you home like nothing happened. But then, you just let it slide. Maybe he’s like that to all the girls he’s been into.

“Seungmin.” You said. He smiled as he walked closer to you when you can’t even go backwards. You hated it.

“It’s almost summer break, have you made up your mind yet?” He asked, as you remembered his invitation about spending the whole break to celebrate his recognition and Jisung will be the one to organize it. For sure Jeongin and Hyunjin will come too, maybe Chan as well.

“I haven’t.” You answered as you chuckled nervously but truth to be told, you don’t want to.

“Oh, that’s a bummer, but I’m still waiting for your decision though.” He said rubbing his nape.

“Why?” You asked.

“Well I was really hoping to spend some time with you during the break. I also had to tell you something.” He chuckled, you knitted your brows as your heart started to beat faster. Why is he so interested about you? Well, who knows what’s going on inside Kim Seungmin’s head but he needed your answer already.

“What do you have to tell me and why not now?” You asked again as Seungmin shook his head.

“That is confidential for now but I’ll tell you if you’re coming and if not then I won’t leave you alone that easily.” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/n!” A familiar voice was heard. You turned around and saw Jisung with Hyunjin, probably wanted to ask for treat after the stressful exams, you know your lovely Jisung loves free food, and Hyunjin too. Seungmin didn’t really wanted to tell what he meant by that and he’s thankful to have the two of them cutting off the conversation. You also noticed that Jisung gave Seungmin a glare before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Been looking everywhere for you.” He said.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I think I did great at Mrs. Lee’s exam so I deserve an iced americano from you.” He said with that annoying grin plastered on his face. “Let’s go.” He added, dragging you along with him without getting to say something to Seungmin but Hyunjin smiled at him.

“Does he hates me?” Seungmin asked.

“No but you should probably stay away from y/n if you’re not serious about her right?” Hyunjin said patting the boy’s shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

Seungmin only sighed as he went back inside the classroom and started to work on his plates seriously. But it doesn’t mean he’ll just let you go like that.

Monday came as you were reading your favorite novel inside the café. You were alone this time as Jisung were gone exploring the area for the summer camp, slash the small gathering for congratulating Seungmin. The boy doesn’t even know how the program would flow and it all depends on his friends. Jisung doesn’t hate Seungmin, he is his best friend but thinking about how he is a walking disaster for other men, stealing their girl away, it would be a bothersome and also, he’s interested in you. Jisung wanted you to date, but not Seungmin for damn’s sake and you know that but, you’re hooked. Avoiding him is not enough when fate allows it. So much for trying to ignore his presence down at the café, you can’t just resist him. He’s like a puppy who would never let their hooman in peace until he gets the love he deserves.

“It’s still a no, isn’t it?” He asked.

“What?” You asked back as he sat on the seat across from you.

“I’ve been asking like, for almost two weeks if you’re coming with us on summer break.” He said as you placed your book down, closing the pages with a bookmark in between.

“Why do you want me to go so much?” You asked when he shrugged his shoulders.

“I told you that I have something to tell you right? And if you’re not coming then I’ll have to annoy you until you say yes but it’s already next week. I think I should give up now.” He chuckled, but you could see the disappointment on his face and you suddenly felt guilty.

“You can at least tell me?” You said but Seungmin shook his head.

“Never mind y/n.” He smiled. “I’ll just tell you I’m ready. I’ll see you then.” He added, taking his cup of iced coffee and left. A harsh sigh escaped from your lips as you heard your phone beeped, earning a notification from Jisung. It was a message saying that you should come to the summer camp while you’re at it. You didn’t have no choice and you felt sad about Seungmin’s disappointed face when he left.

The next day, you went to a bookstore just near your address, there were tons of books to enjoy after finishing that one novel you read for the whole month. You could at least finish a book in a day or two but the lack of time and other distractions would prevent you from getting done early. Meanwhile, you saw Seungmin between the shelves, trying to find something good to read when you called him, he only smiled at you and picked a random book and gave a small bow and left. It felt weird when usually he’s all bright and smiley when he greets you but his small smile sends a different vibe.

Another day came, you were asked to run an errand for your professor when you saw him sitting on a bench down in the hallway with his earphones on, looking at his plates being disheveled along with some spilled in on his tracing paper. A sigh escaped from his lips as he crumpled the expensive material in displeasure, throwing it to the trash bin nearby. You pretended you didn’t see him and walked away, but when you came back on your way towards your building, he was gone. Your steps went towards the trash bin and didn’t mind the mess since it was all paper and grabbed his crumpled tracing paper.

It was the university’s framework plate. Apparently he was assigned to do the task on examining the area’s framework to practice. Even though he passed Engineer Cho’s exam, still he wanted him to have more of his skills. But Seungmin felt no inspiration during the past few days. You proceeded to your errand and ran back home after keeping Seungmin’s plate in your bag. Good thing you have architecture supplies that would take your boredom away and tried to clean his drawing by making another one.

Friday came as you stayed two nights awake for Seungmin’s plate and left a message at the bottom of the paper. It’s been a week since you received a message from him, he usually leave messages like good night, good morning or ask you random questions about your day and other stuff. You kind of missed it, though Jisung suddenly stopped nagging you about Seungmin. You also remembered the favor he asked you about making a plate so maybe it’s time to do the thing he asked.

You slipped the rolled tracing paper inside your old drawing tube and head out towards the university. It’s the last day of classes for summer break to start and you already made up your mind on joining them on the camp. You headed to the architecture building and went straight to their classroom. His classmates just left and Seungmin was the only one who was working, Jeongin didn’t even last a minute when you arrived, saying he’s starving.

“Seungmin.” You called as the boy only glanced at you for a second.

“Hey.” He said as he traced his pen making a straight line using his ruler.

“The favor.” You responded taking off your drawing tube off from your shoulder and handed it to him. Seungmin stopped at his work as he gently took the tube from your hands. “I better get going. You can look at it when you’re done.” You smiled and left, leaving Seungmin dumbfounded. He placed his pen and ruler down on his desk and placed a heavy material above his paper to prevent it by flying away or being rolled, ruining his design. The boy opened the tube, revealing a rolled tracing papers with a sticky note on it.

It was the design he crumpled a few days ago. The university’s framework on the first paper, while the other one is the exterior. He was stunned by the detailed lines and delicate layout, there wasn’t any color of it, as it was all about how the pencil and pen danced with the paper. Then, the note fell off as Seungmin bends down to pick it up and read it.

“I’m sorry.” It said as a smile formed on his face.

Seungmin finished his plate until 9 p.m. in which he usually go home. He had his own schedules but having to receive a small interaction from you and the favor made him motivated to work until late at night. He rolled the tracing paper gently as he slipped it inside his drawing tube, dragging his bag along with it and turn off the lights from the classroom as he ended up in front of your doorsteps.

You were just lying on your couch looking through some clothes on a famous fashion online store while eating some chocolate wafers. Another weekend came, and a lazy one, perhaps going online shopping will entertain you but Seungmin keeps bothering your thoughts. You admit that you miss him and that kiss, it was so unexpected. It’s not that you’ve became close friends but you just miss his presence. You exited the app and went to your contact, scrolling down to find his name and stared at it, thinking about calling him or something. Maybe he haven’t seen your plates, you can just tell him to return it to you since you thought it looks horrible. But no, Seungmin fell in love the moment he saw it.

A frustrated sigh escaped from your lips as you whined on your couch, making the box of wafer fell on the floor. You ruffled your hair in embarrassment thinking how Seungmin would react as you picked up the box when suddenly, you heard a knock from your door. You glanced at your phone’s screen to check the time and it was kind of late to have visitors. Cleaning your mess, you didn’t mind the time and made a bee line towards the door and opened it, revealing Seungmin.

“Hi.” He said. “Mind if I come in?”

“Sure.” You responded stepping aside as he closed the door behind him. “What brought you here at this hour?”

“Your plates.” He answered as he handed your drawing tube.

“Was it horrible?” You asked, taking it from his hands.

“No, I love it. I was planning to keep it myself if you wanted me to.” He smiled making you blushed in return.

“Yeah, of course.” You chuckled. “By the way, I can’t resist you and Jisung about going to the summer camp so I’m going. Perhaps I needed to socialize more so—”

“That’s great! I’ll be happy to see you on summer camp.” He smiled when you heard his stomach growled. Seungmin didn’t eat after lunch because of his plates, plus, he didn’t have time to grab some food so he could finish early and now he’s hungry. He was embarrassed about it and rubbed his nape as you laughed at him, making the boy get flustered even more.

“You didn’t have dinner yet?” You asked, placing the tube on your workspace.

“Not yet, I haven’t eaten anything since this afternoon.” He said.

“Let me cook for you then. Make yourself at home.” You smiled as you pointed the couch, proceeding to your small kitchen and find something to cook. Seungmin placed his bag on the floor, exploring his eyes around how cute your apartment was. A shelf filled with books, a neat workspace, art materials being arranged on the side, your favorite band’s poster being framed on the wall and some albums being piled along with your books, plants on your window, plain white curtains, a small kitchen and a table for two, soft lavender carpet underneath the couch and the coffee table and a queen sized mattress with grid sheets on both pillows and duvet.

“You like Day6?” He asked taking a close look on the familiar poster which he also had in his room.

“Yeah, I’ve been a fan since debut.” You responded, cooking some meat.

“Me too! You know what, I’ve been planning to attend their concert on fall.” He responded taking steps towards you as he watched you cook. “Do you want to come with me?” He smiled, laying his eyes on your short figure, he’s a few centimeters taller than you.

“If I don’t have a packed schedule then of course.” You said and waited from a few moments for the food to be cooked.

“That smells good.”

“Wait until you taste it.” You chuckled, serving them on the table with a few side dishes. He sat down as his mouth watered in hunger as the food looks so good based on its plating. “Go on, you can tell me how—” But you were cut off when he thanked you for the food and started eating them as you sit down and watch him eat.

“Wow y/n, I didn’t know you can cook this good? No wonder why Jisung loves it.” He said in between shoving some noodles.

“Sometimes his purpose about coming here is to let me cook for him. That man loves food.” You chuckled.

After Seungmin finished his food, he volunteered to wash the dishes as you settled on the couch having the permission to check his newly created plates. It was so different compared to yours, his plates were more detailed and specific, well he has a lot of experiences unlike yours but he said yours is beautiful. Keeping them aside, the boy was done doing the dishes and had them inside your tray as he sat down next to you, taking his bag.

“You’re leaving?” You asked as he gave you a nod.

“Yeah, Hyunjin doesn’t want to be alone in our apartment though.” He smiled as he gathered all his things inside his bag. “Oh, I came here to return your drawing tube since you gave me the permission to keep your plates. Dinner was not on the plan but thanks. That was good.”

“Oh, no need to thank me. Seeing you like the food is enough.” You said as he nodded.

“You’re so kind,” He whispered underneath his breath and stood up, slipping the straps of his bag on his shoulder. “I should go now,” He said.

“Sure, let me see you outside.” You responded as the both of you left your apartment and walked him towards the street. “Is your apartment far?”

“No, it’s just a block away from here.” He said. “I should treat you dinner soon,”

“I said it’s okay though.”

“I don’t listen.” He smirked, kissing your forehead. “Good night.” He said and left, leaving you dumbfounded and flustered. You watched him walk away as you felt your cheeks burn, making you smile. Seungmin himself smiled like an idiot as he made his way back in his apartment making Hyunjin surprised about his dumb look.

“Don’t smile like that, it creeps me out.” He said when Seungmin just rolled his eyes, dropping his bag on the couch where his best friend lies. “Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?” Seungmin asked him as he took his robe and toothbrush.

“Your smile, duh? Where have you been anyways?”

“Oh, I just went to y/n’s apartment to return something. She’s coming with us at summer camp so Jisung should stop whining about it.” He said which Hyunjin smirked, shaking his head, watching his friend enter the bathroom and went to have a nice, warm shower.

“You’re whining about that too.” He whispered as he continued watching the drama airing on television.

Morning came and you had to stay in the laundry shop watching your clothes inside the washing machine, rolling all over again. You sat on a bench, scrolling on your phone while a corn dog when you received a call from Jisung.

“Hey.” You said.

“Did you finally say yes?”

“Yes, now you and Seungmin can stop whining about it.” You chuckled making Jisung laughed at the other side of the line.

“Oh no dear, I wasn’t really planning on forcing you to come with us but he asked me to annoy you about it though.” Jisung said.

“What?”

“I mean I know you y/n, you don’t really have time to come to gatherings like this but Seungmin really wanted you to come so he asked if I could make a fuss about since he knew you couldn’t say no to me.” He explained. “I guess it worked but hey, it would be great if you’d come with us though. It’s just me, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Chan hyung and some friends.”

The phone call didn’t even last for a few minutes when Jisung said goodbye. Seungmin really did want you to come with them because he had something to tell you and whatever floats his boat. You gave your word and you couldn’t say no to withdraw it. A sigh escaped your lips as you stayed inside the laundry shop waiting for your clothes to dry. It was almost dark and you had to walk home to cook dinner, after paying for the wash, you took the basket filled with your clothing and left. Meanwhile, Seungmin was taking a stroll in your neighborhood when he saw you with the basket.

“Y/n! Let me help you.” He said.

“Thanks. I got exhausted waiting for those.” You smiled as he gently took the basket from your hands.

“Are you free tonight?” He asked as you walked towards your apartment.

“I’ll be cooking dinner and rest, Jisung didn’t tell me when we’re leaving, yet.” You said as you opened the door for him.

“He said it’s on Thursday morning. But hey, can I treat you dinner? It’s for last night.” He answered, placing the basket on the floor.

“Seungmin, I said it’s okay.” You smiled at him but the boy held your shoulders and looked at you.

“Come on, please.” He said giving you his puppy eyes, including the pout on his lips. He really looks like a puppy. A puppy you can’t resist.

“You’re so cute, you know.” You said staring at him.

“And it’s hard to say no with this face. I guess that’s a yes?” He asked and you just laughed.

“Fine, but I have to change first,” You said looking at your clothes but Seungmin shook his head.

“Your clothes are fine, it’s cute seeing you in a hoodie and jeans.” He smiled as it made you flustered. “Let’s go?”

You settled in a table for two in the local restaurant, it wasn’t fancy and expensive but it was aesthetic and their prices were cheap for really delicious food. Both of you ordered noodles and meat with other side dishes as well as cheesecake and iced coffee. Seungmin got hungry after taking a walk in the neighborhood and you were also starving for staying too long at the laundry shop. As you were in the middle of a fun conversation about Jisung’s undying love for cheesecake when a girl, from the same school approached your table.

“Hey Seungmin, you didn’t call me though.” She said as you looked at her. Seungmin was confused and gave you a glance, though he knew who is she but doesn’t care about it. The girl looked at you and was caught off guard and giggled. “Oh, a friend of yours?” She asked when you cleared your throat, seeing Seungmin’s hand resting on the side of his ramen bowl as you placed your palm above the back of his hand. You suddenly felt territorial about him when you knew he’s been surrounded by a lot of people who likes him. Seungmin smiled at you as he looked back to the girl.

“She’s not.” He answered as the girl scoffed and leave, rolling her eyes. You took your hand back and ran your fingers through your hair, devouring your ramen making Seungmin flustered.

“Thanks.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You responded as he picked some meat from a bowl. “Are you seeing someone?” You asked.

“No.” He said.

“You didn’t have a girlfriend before?”

“No.” He responded and ate a few amount of food with his chopsticks. “I dated but those didn’t get serious and flings doesn’t work out for me.”

“But there are tons of people chasing after you.” You said as gave you a nod.

“I’m not interested.” He smiled.

“You build relationships but you don’t take it seriously right?”

“What makes you think that I’m like that?” He asked as you looked at him.

“Nothing, never mind.”

Not a few moments passed, both of you finished the food as he offered to walk you home but you declined and thanked him for the meal. You left him dumbfounded as he cursed underneath his breath yet only a sigh escaped from his lips when he watched your figure disappeared from his sight. He tried to reach you after that night and send multiple texts messages and calls but none of them were returned to reach him. You even called Jisung to pick you up if it’s time to leave for the summer camp while waiting for Thursday to come. You spent your days ignoring everything about Seungmin and did your chores, but the fact that you acted like a jealous girlfriend made you laugh at yourself.

You ruffled your hair as you lay in your soft mattress, staring at your white ceiling. Seungmin might be thinking you’re upset with him but, why would I be mad at him? I’m not in a relationship with him or something. But for him, it was good to see you jealous.

Thursday morning, and Jisung is already knocking at your door, telling you to go out so he could get his car ready. You already packed your things from last night for a 3-day summer camp outside the city with some people you didn’t know. Noting to yourself, you should at least avoid Seungmin at all cost but it’s not surprising to know that you can’t.

It was a 2 hour drive and only you and Jisung were in the car. He said his friends were almost there and Seungmin is driving Jeongin and Hyunjin towards the camp. Wearing you comfortable clothes, you had your glasses on instead of contacts. It was a bummer that you misplaced them and it was too late to look for them now. But Jisung could help but notice about your state.

“Is something bothering you?” He asked, taking a few glances as he tried to focus on the road.

“Nothing, really,” You smiled resting your chin on the back of your hand.

“It’s Seungmin, isn’t it?” He asked again as you sighed, giving him a nod. “He said you walked away after having a meal with him the other night. He thought he said something wrong that’s why you’re upset and trying to avoid him.”

“He does?”

“Yeah, he’s been trying to reach you but I guess you don’t want to see him?” Jisung said which made you fiddled with your fingers. “Tell me babe, do you like him? I won’t tell anyone though.”

You looked at Jisung and gave him a pout, “Am I obvious?” you asked as Jisung laughed.

“Yes. I mean at first I didn’t want you with him at first since I thought he’s just playing around, stealing your person and all but I think it’s time for you to figure it out. I think he’s interested in you but then, like I just said, you need to make sure of it first.” He said making you sigh and leaned back to your seat as you stare at the ocean view outside. “Of course I understand if you don’t want to pursue your feelings for him though.”

“I’m not saying anything that I will and I won’t right?” You said as Jisung laughed again filling the atmosphere, brightness.

“Yeah right,”

Hours passed as you met Jisung’s friends. Seungmin was there but you were distant. Minho and Jeongin volunteered to help you build up your tent while having a good conversation about like in college. It happened that Minho and Changbin were your seniors but they’re in the engineering department along with Chan while Felix is in mass communication with Hyunjin as they were both in the same year as you, Seungmin and Jisung. Jeongin is concluded to be the youngest in Jisung’s group of friends. You admit, they’re fun to be with.

“Y/n, Jisung told us you’re a good cook, you should cook for us tonight.” Felix said preparing the grill with Changbin.

“Yeah, we can help you cook.” Minho added while tying a knot.

“Sure, just tell me what you guys want.” You smiled as Felix let out a tiny ‘yay’.

Seungmin stayed silent for a while as you didn’t pay attention to him and while everyone is having a good rest before starting the campfire later at 6pm, you asked for Chan’s permission if you could take a stroll around the camping site and he said yes. Jisung slapped Seungmin’s arm earning a glare from the latter after you left, saying that he should go after you so he can explain. Only a sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips as he gave Jisung some pieces of wood to be used later. The young lad groaned in pain and Seungmin left him clutching the large pieces of dirty logs.

Meanwhile, you took a stroll on the small road heading towards the entryway of the public forest and not too far away is a mini hotel in which campers can use the bathroom or spend the night, nonetheless, it was all about nature and the sunny weather of summer. Wearing a jumper, lavender short sleeve t-shirt and a pair of white shoes, it is a cool way to dress in summer. The scenery around you was so bright and healthy, green leaves, ripe fruits, different types of colorful flowers and fresh air. It was so relaxing and a perfect spot to take pictures or read your favorite books. You took a deep breath enjoying the cool breeze of the wind, good thing you decided to go with your friends or else you had to miss the beauty of nature. Your hands travelled down to your hair, trying to secure not to get disheveled but you got distracted when you heard Seungmin’s voice calling your name. Turning around, you could see how he was worried about what just happened between you to and there you are, who didn’t understand how you feel about him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“You didn’t answer my texts or calls. Are you mad at me?” He asked in which you sighed in response. “I was trying to tell you something y/n.”

“And what is it?” You asked him. Maybe it’s time to say the truth now that you’re alone. “You know what Seungmin, I don’t know what happened to me ever since I saw you in front of my doorsteps with a drunk Jisung and I know it’s risky to say that I felt jealous and offended every time when someone approaches you like what happened that night and during the exhibit.” You said which made him caught off guard.

“What?”

“I like you!” You said. “I like you so much. Even if Jisung warned me about how flings doesn’t work for you or even there are people chasing after you, I don’t care!” Seungmin licked his lower lip as he wasn’t expecting a sudden confession right now. He ran his fingers through his hair upon seeing your cheeks in crimson red and how everything that comes out from your mouth is just the way he likes it. “I can’t believe myself saying this to you.”

“I like you too.” He said making you look at him.

“What?”

“Y/n. Just please let me explain okay?” He said. “Look, I didn’t know why Jisung didn’t introduce you to me or some of us here but I knew you’re friends with him. I knew you since freshmen year and I tried to say hi but I was too shy. I wasn’t like this when we here in high school and I wasn’t interested on dating. Just like you, I was focused on studying but when I knew you, it felt different. I thought Jisung likes you that’s why I gave way without asking and that’s my fault. And so I tried to go on dates to forget about my damn feelings about you but they never worked out. Those flings too, and those people who were interested in me, I shrugged them off. Yeonjun hyung’s girlfriend decided to dump him not because I seduced her but she likes me. I don’t know where those rumors about me stealing someone’s lover when I didn’t even do anything.”

You didn’t know how to react. You were left speechless and dumbfounded. It’s all too much information to process. “W-what about that girl during the exhibit and at the restaurant?”

“I just know them. I gave them my number for class purposes since I was working with them for some group project. That girl in the museum, she likes me and wanted to date me but I told her I wasn’t interested and that girl from the restaurant, she’s being clingy towards me. I turned them down because I had to get a hold of you when Jisung asked me to send him in your address.” He explained. “I was waiting for you… I’m sorry for being a jerk. I know that I’ll just pop out of nowhere and then disappear for days. It’s not that I’m busy but I’m just gathering some courage to talk to you again. Sorry for the kiss at the convenience store. I was carried away.” He added rubbing his nape when covered your face with your hands, sighing heavily. “Are you upset?”

“No.” You responded as you look at him. “No.”

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.”

“Y/n, I’m really sorry. I wish I have told you sooner about this,” He sighed.

“You still have a lot to explain to me.” You told him as he gave you a nod.

“I know, but uhm, is it safe to kiss you right now?” He asked which made you laugh.

“Go ahead.” You smiled as he walked towards you, crashing his lips on yours while pulling you gently closer to his body. Kissing him back, little did you knew that Jisung was spying on the both of you together with Hyunjin.

“I guess this summer camp isn’t about congratulating Seungmin for having recognition alone.” Jisung sighed.

“That’s what he gets for being a coward.” Hyunjin replied.

Guess your summer break isn’t boring after all.

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[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Hello! I saw your asks open and i wanted to request some angst headcanons with dad!Asmo. I just read Luci's and oh man that sure hurt my heart, you write angst so well!

Unwanted (Dad!Asmo x F!Reader) ANGST

A/N : Mammon plays a really big part in this, just as Beel played a big role in the dad!Lucifer fic. It's never hinted whether they're together or not, it's kind of up to the imagination... but if you'd like, I can write a part two to this??? (I will also, to anyone who might want it, write a part two to the dad!Lucifer fic)

Word Count : 2.3K Warnings : pregnancy ; children ; maternity ; babies ; hinted abortion ; angst ;

He never wanted children, he didn’t want anything that would actually tie him down to anything or anyone. It wasn’t his “thing”, and you both had done everything to prevent it from happening. Up until now, everything had worked, there had never been one mistake, but the both of you got sloppy. There was a party, and… well, you loved him, and he had said that he loved you, and precautions weren’t a “thing” at that moment. One slip up, one mistake, and now everything was falling apart.

“I didn’t want this. I don’t want that.” He spat the words at you, pointing towards your stomach. He had only stopped pacing long enough to say it before starting again, walking the length of his room as he gnawed at his perfectly manicured fingers. You hadn’t expected anything different from him, but it still hurt that he was blaming the whole thing on you, as if it didn’t take 50/50 participation to make something like this happen. “It’ll completely ruin my image. A child with a human! It’ll be all over the tabloids, in every magazine… I can’t have that.” His behavior shouldn’t have been that shocking to you, but to hear just how selfish he really was, to know that he thought so little of you, it hurt way worse than you ever thought it would. One moment he was professing his love to you, and now he’s disgusted with you. It could have been that your emotions were running high from the situation, or maybe the hormones had just taken over completely, but you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and you wanted to fight him. “Your image?! This thing could kill me and all you care about is your stupid public persona… Screw you! I wish I never fell in love with you.” His eyes went soft, and for a moment you thought that maybe he’d apologize, maybe he was rethinking his own words, his actions, that maybe you’d be able to be a team to work through this mess. You were wrong, you were so wrong. “Wish all you want, we both know you’d have never been able to resist me.” Narcissistic, selfish, he was just awful. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears as you walked past him. He didn’t deserve your last words, he didn’t deserve anything. He didn’t deserve you.

The twelfth week was supposed to be the most exciting. It was when most couples would finally make their announcements, happily tell family and friends that they were expecting. Your twelfth week was a nightmare. You were trapped in the Devildom, human doctors wouldn’t know what the hell was going on if they delivered a child with horns, a child so angelically demonic that they’d probably call the hospital priest to your room as soon as they saw it. The only place where you’d be able to safely deliver a child like this and live through it would be in the Devildom. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to relieve yourself of the problem. You had gone to Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, even Lord Diavolo, asking them if there was any way that they could just… get rid of it. Sadly, Asmodeus wasn’t just a narcissistic, selfish prick, he was also sadistic. None of them could do anything without Asmodeus’ approval since it was his child too. Every time one of them asked him, he would refuse. He didn’t even give a reason, he just wanted to see you suffer. Strangely, you had found comfort and solace in Mammon. You were pretty sure he was only helping because he still had a crush on you, but he became your emotional, mental, and physical support throughout everything. You had told him many times that he didn’t have to basically “fill in” for Asmo, but he insisted that it was the least he could do considering his little brother was being a dick. He wasn’t just your support at the house, he was… invested in the child that Asmo hadn’t wanted. He took you to doctors appointments, sometimes even getting in the way of the doctor as he pointed to the ultrasound screen. He was so excited that most people just assumed it was his kid, and he never denied it either. It was just easier that way, to go along with whatever the other demons said because he knew that any mention of Asmo would upset you and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Some days the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of maternity books. He’d really try to understand the diagrams on the pages, but you could tell that he was confused and sometimes he’d even look up at you from the pages, and then down at your stomach, and then up at you, before looking back down at the pages. It was cute, and you’d giggle lightly, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued flipping through the pages. He had become the only person in the house that you felt like you could fully trust and rely on. Everyone else wanted to stay out of the drama, nobody wanted to get involved, but Mammon wasn’t there for the drama, he was only there for you, he was there when you needed him.

“Can you believe him? Can you believe both of them? We haven’t even broken up and they’re sleeping together, she’s even wearing his clothes. It’s ridiculous, and Mammon is out there playing dad with my kid.” Asmo sat on the edge of the counter, voicing his complaints to anyone who would listen. Sadly it was Beel’s turn since he was the only one in the kitchen right now. Most of the time the other brothers would just hide themselves away, not wanting to deal with Asmo right now, but Beel had gotten hungry and he really thought he’d be lucky enough to avoid his brother. “I don’t know what the big deal is… You didn’t want the kid anyway.” He wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around Asmo, he wasn’t going to lie to make anyone feel better. In Beel’s eyes, Asmo was completely in the wrong. “If Y/N is finding some sort of happiness in spending time with Mammon, who are you to complain? It stopped being your place when you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged before grabbing his plate and going straight back to his room. He wasn’t going to continue listening to it, but he hoped that he had left Asmo with something to really think about. He walked up the stairs, going straight to the bedroom door, knocking loudly. He wasn’t going to stop until someone opened the door either. Mammon got up from the bed that you both had been propped up on, rolling his eyes as he walked over to his door, groaning loudly when he saw Asmo standing there. “Whaddaya want? We don’t need ya here… yer just gonna stress ‘er out.” He was trying to talk quietly, not wanting you to hear him or even know who was there. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone else serve your food during meals, he’d even stand outside the bathroom door whenever you were in there just to make sure you didn’t fall or hurt yourself. Asmo pushed his way into the room much to Mammon’s annoyance. “I don’t care, Mammon. Y/N isn’t yours, and neither is the child. They’re both mine, and I’d like to have a word with her.” He said snidely, but Mammon wasn’t going to have it. Brother or not, he cared too much about you, he had worked so hard to help you get over what Asmo had done, and he wasn’t going to let him waltz back in and ruin everything. Mammon wasn’t weak, he was way stronger than he looked, and right now he was showing his strength, grabbing Asmo’s arm and practically throwing him out of the room. His teeth were barred and the growl that was coming from him sounded feral, animalistic, it was terrifying. “Neither of them are yers! I’ve been there fer everything, every doctor visit, I even bought a damn room fer the kid and she’s sleepin’ in my room, next ta me, and a next ta Y/N. Ya know why?! ‘Cause ya don’t jus’ get ta come back when ya fine’ly realize that ya fucked up! Now… leave us alone. We don’t need ya here.” He left Asmo out in the hallway, crumpled against the wall as he walked back into the room. “She…” Asmo kept repeating the word as he pushed himself up off the floor. He was having a daughter, and he hadn’t even known about it, he wouldn’t have known about it if Mammon hadn’t screamed at him. It was strange how knowing made things more real, it made him care more, and the worst part was that he knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done, but he knew that he had to try at least. “Lucifer…” “I don’t want things to be like this when she gets here. It’s not going to be long either.” You sighed, finally relaxing once more in the bed once Mammon got in next to you. “Why was he here anyway?” Mammon shrugged, focusing all of his attention on your stomach trying to calm himself. He liked watching it move, he thought it was neat.

The delivery was smoother than you thought it would be, and Mammon only fainted twice during the whole thing, so he did pretty good. Delivering a child in the Devildom had its perks, the main one being that you didn’t have to stay more than one day in the hospital to recover. They did some spell and you were completely fine. It was strange, but you appreciated it greatly. The only issue with the perk was that it meant you were going back home and that meant you’d have to face Asmo. She looked so much like him, and you could tell that Mammon was upset by it. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually his, he wished that she didn’t look so much like her father. Her eyes were his exact color, and it left you speechless when she first opened them, gazing up at you with wonder and curiosity. She was precious, and she was yours. As you walked through the door you were met with balloons and streamers, and Asmo. You heard Mammon growl quietly, and you quickly held your hand out to him, silently begging him to stop. He was holding the carseat and you didn’t need him to lose his temper right now. “I just wanted to welcome her home, welcome you home. I bought some things for her, they’re outside of Mammon’s door.” Asmo said nervously, and for once he was terrified of being rejected. “We don’t need noth-” Mammon had started, but you quickly shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to just stay calm. He groaned loudly, eyeing Asmo angrily before walking past him to the stairs. “Fine. She’s prob’ly hungry… I’m gonna feed ‘er. Ya comin’ up?” You nodded quickly, making sure he got up the stairs alright before turning back to Asmo. “What are you doing, Asmo?”

He moved into the living room, waiting for you to sit down before he did, and he looked scared, he looked sad. Of course you didn’t like seeing him like this, but it was his fault, he had caused all of this. “I don’t want to be alone. I know that sounds selfish, that I’m making this about myself again, but I’m not trying to. When Mammon told me… he said she… It's a girl?” You nodded slowly and you saw his face light up for only a second before it left once more. “I was scared, I am scared… I didn’t know if I’d be a good… father. I never saw myself as one, but seeing Mammon, and he’s doing so well… I never saw him as a father either… I thought that maybe, since he could… that maybe I could too.” He sighed, bringing his hand back up to his lips to chew at his fingers again, his orange eyes glistening with the tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I know that what I said was wrong… I was rude. I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding someone to take my mind off of everything, but I was wrong. I love you, and nobody else is going to take your place, nobody else can take your place.” You both sat on the couch in silence, his tears finally falling as he waited for you to say something, and yours building up as you tried to think of something to say. “This isn’t fair… You know this isn’t fair. You can’t… you can’t pick and choose when you want to be a dad. You weren’t there… and you made it very clear that you didn’t want her. I… I can’t do this Asmo… I’m sorry… They’re waiting for me… I-I have to go.” You took a deep breath as you stood from the couch, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you started walking to the stairs. “Y/N…” He walked up behind you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You didn’t turn around to face him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but he didn’t mind. He was actually thankful that you didn’t look at him, because what he was about to say was the hardest thing he’d ever have to say in his life. “I know that I’m unwanted… But… If I may… Can I meet her? Just once? Please?”

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[beels-burger-babe]

Hi! I saw that requests are open, if it's not a problem could i request Satan reacting to MC coming to him with new books every time they hang out because they want him to read them out loud since they have a short attention span? Like, Satan would be reading said book while MC is drawing or doing something else.

I have adhd and reading books that are not digital is a nightmare for me, so him reading out loud would be pretty relaxing.

Btw it's up to you if you wanna do headcanons or a oneshot!

ABSOLUTELY!!! So this is actually my first request and I'm super excited because as someone who also has ADHD I can totally relate! I hope you like it!

Too Still, Too Quiet

GN!MC with ADHD Summary: Satan notices that MC seems to have a hard time hanging out with him; he's determined to get to the bottom of the issue and find a solution.

After living in the House of Lamentation for nearly a year, you've grown accustomed to the many quirks that came with living with the seven Lords of the Devildom. You had gotten close to the brothers, and as they picked up on your symptoms for your ADHD, they each found their own ways of being helpful. Lucifer had always known, as it was written on your file, and made a point of sending you subtle reminders throughout the day to keep you organized and on task. He brushed it off saying that it merely prevented him from having to go after you later on if you forgot or did something incorrectly.  Mammon was no stranger to having a hard time prioritizing and staying focused and took pride in lending you some of the different tools he used to fidget with. After all, his human deserved the best, and you couldn’t get any better than using something that belonged to the great Mammon. Leviathan’s room provided a relaxing atmosphere with just enough stimulation to keep your brain satisfied enough to focus on your school work and tasks. The sounds of the aquarium provided a fantastic back ground noise, and Levi always took caution in wearing his headphones when he gamed if you were working in his room to not add to the distractions around you.  Asmodeus had a good eye for when you were growing too frustrated by the regular chaos that tended to fill the House of Lamentation and would pull you aside to his room for some self-care to help calm you down. There was nothing like a head message and face mask from Asmo as he happily gossiped about the latest drama in The Fall to help ground you.  Beelzebub, on the other hand, was great at noticing when you were starting to grow restless. In those moments, he’d not-so-subtly state that he was heading to the gym and it’d sure be nice if he had someone to join in before very obviously making eye contact with you. At first you had a hard time figuring out a good balance between a work out that satisfied Beel while also not killing you. But now the two of you easily worked with each other until you were both sweating, smiling, and happy. He also made sure to remind you to eat through out the day whenever you went to a round of hyper-fixation on something. Belphegore wasn’t particularly helpful when it came to your forgetful spells or disorganization as, being the Avatar of Sloth, he would normally encourage such behavior. Instead, he did what he did best, and helped put your wandering mind to ease whenever you were trying to sleep.  The only person, and not for a lack of trying, that you just couldn’t seem to find a flow with was Satan. 

He was too quiet and organized for you to be able to stand being around him for long periods of time. You had tried hanging out with him a couple of times, but after a few minutes of him silently reading or him explaining whichever text he was currently studying, you would grow restless and distracted.  Which brought you to your current situation.  Satan had invited you to come relax in his room with him, as the rest of his brothers were dealing with the aftermath of their most recent dilemma. It wasn’t so bad at first, some light conversation here, some banter there, but soon your mind started to wander off to the spines of the endless books around you as you pondered on what might be inside them.  “MC?”  Your attention snapped back onto Satan, who stood frowning at you. You blushed and scratched the back of your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry. I got a little distracted. What were you saying?”  Satan sighed as his frown deepened.  “I’ve noticed that tends to happen a lot with you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” He quickly amended raising his hands in defense. “But it seems particularly bad when you’re with me. You get quite jittery and I don’t think you’ve ever stayed in my room longer than ten minutes,” for a second his eyes almost looked sad as he looked over at you, “Is it something I’m doing? Do I make you uncomfortable?”  “No! Satan, no, it’s not you I promise!” You quickly reassured moving closer to him. “It’s just well I have a hard time staying still and focusing on things and when it gets too quiet it bothers me because then my brain is like hyper fixating on the smallest noises in the room, even though I’m supposed to be focusing on what you’re saying or my work, and it’s like, is that a page a turning or a something scratching at the door and then I start wondering about what kind of things could be in here and-”  “MC.” Satan cut off, though he didn’t seem annoyed. In fact, his eyes now gleamed with a sense of understanding. “Do you happen to have ADHD?”  “Yeah, I thought you all knew? Lucifer told all of you when I arrived right? That’s why everyone is so-” you moved your hand in a vague gesture that even you weren’t entirely sure what it was meant to symbolize.  Satan huffed and shook his head. “Lucifer did no such thing. I imagine he would’ve told us if it came to be a big enough problem. But you know him. He takes pride in being the only one to know certain things. “  You frowned and tilted your head in confusion. “But then what about the others? They’ve all been helping me out for months now.”  Satan placed a hand under his chin in thought, “They most likely took note of individual symptoms and decided to help. Belphegore, and possibly even Leviathan and Asmodeus may have put two and two together, but the rest probably think you’re just forgetful or that you’re restless,” he smiled reassuringly at you, “but that’s besides the point. Now that I know, I can help make you feel more at ease when you’re with me. What’s the main issue that you-” “It’s too quiet!” You quickly cut off, causing Satan to raise an eyebrow. “When we’re in here relaxing and you’re just reading and I’m supposed to be reading too, it’s too quiet. I try to focus on the book, but my mind keeps jumping around to other things. And I want to read all those books you’ve recommended to me, I really do, but I start feeling bored after a little while and next thing I know I jumping sentences without noticing and then I’ve gone an entire chapter with no recollection of what I’ve just read because I wasn’t really paying attention to the words at all I was just flipping pages without realizing it, so I have to go back and re-read the whole thing all over again!” You throw your hands in the air in frustration. “Is exhausting and makes me feel dumb, so I get up and do something else instead.”  Satan nodded, taking in every word carefully. “Well first of all,” you yelped as he flicked your forehead.  “Ouch! What was that for?!”  The demon smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “For calling yourself dumb. Just because you have more difficulty with literature than others, does not mean you’re dumb. You simply require a different reading strategy than what most consider “usual”, and I believe I have a solution that would suit both of us,” you perked up at his words. “I recommended those books to you because I greatly enjoyed them myself. How about, when you’re here, you can choose a book you want to read, and I will read it out loud for you? That should help, yes?”  A light airy warmth filled your chest at just how accommodating Satan was willing to be. “But what about the books that you were reading?”  The demon shrugged, “I can always read them in my spare time.” He moved closer to take your hands into his, silently demanding your full attention. “I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I want you to be comfortable and be able to be yourself when you’re around me without feeling stressed. This is honestly the least I could do for you, MC.”  Blushed rushed to your cheeks as you felt your heart flutter in your chest. You awkwardly cleared your throat and took your hands back, rubbing them on your legs as you noted how clammy they were. “I think I-I would like that a lot” The grin on Satan’s face widened as he took one of your hands and lead you deeper into the bookshelves of his room. “Splendid! Then why don’t we get try right away? Take you pick, MC, I will be your narrator for the evening and for as long as you wish.”  ***** I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for! It is a little short, but I hope you like it. Thank you so much for the request, I loved it! Requests are OPEN and I would definitely love to complete some more if anyone has any ideas or prompts that they’d like me to complete. Just send in an ask and, if I feel comfortable with it, I’ll do my best to make a fic for it!

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