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Remus: Well I wont tell you what I think of your best

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“Empress, what’s right or wrong has always been decided by you people. You’ve been making the decisions for him. Molding him according to the direction that you want. Never ask him if he felt any pain, if he was willing. Wuji is the most clear-headed and most responsible person that I know. Every decision that he makes must be based on his reasons. Hence... I won’t interfere with his decision. If Wuji will indeed commit a mistake, I will bear the consequences with him. What he needs isn’t a strategist but a companion.” - Fuyao

FROM: Anonymous 

Dear Niki,

 You have no idea how happy you make everyone. Whenever I see you in my inbox, or anything else. I smile, genuinely. You are so so sweet and such a great person. All your positive comments on fics, posts, etc. Are truly appreciated. If me, or anyone had an opportunity to hug you, we would. I wanted to write this, to remind you that you're loved and appreciated whenever you're feeling down. I love you so so much /p :)

Since I cannot safely share a Ouija planchette with my fellow spooks this year, I have been trying to come up with other ways to get into the Halloween spirit. Have a contest! 

Requirements

Pairing(s): Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Auxiliary pairings acceptable) 

Word Count: Minimum 1k

ETC: Must be in the Halloween spirit! This is pretty open-ended. Anything related to Halloween/All Saints & Souls Day, Horror/Horror-Adjacent, Fall/Autumn is acceptable. 

*A Note on Other Mediums: Some of you are really amazing at other forms of art so I am willing to consider visual/non-written submissions as well.

Submission Instructions: Post to Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad, Instagram (for visual submissions), or Livejournal and tag your work #Frerardoween2020 by October 31st at Midnight. Because I am an art student and I never submit anything on time, I will continue to check the tags for additional submissions after the deadline. ; )

Winners: To be announced Friday, November 13th! Top 3 will be rec’d to this blog!

If you are interested in potentially submitting something please reply to this post w/ an ‘x’ so I can try to gauge interest.

WELCOME TO IMMORTAL SOULS!

Pairing: Yukhei x Chubby! Reader

Genre: Fluff with some angst sprinkled on there

Words: 1,308

Author’s Note: I finally finished! I’m sorry if this is bad, I’ve never posted one of my fics before. Hopefully you guys enjoy it though and please feel free to give me feedback! 😊 ~Admin H

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You knew what everyone around you was thinking. They thought you were fat, didn’t have small enough thighs, a flat enough stomach or a thin enough face. To put it simply, they didn't think you were skinny enough. And anytime you stood next to your tall, built boyfriend Yukhei, you found yourself agreeing. Some days you questioned how you got so lucky to have a man as attractive as him, let alone an idol as attractive as him. He always made sure you were happy and comfortable, even if it meant not cuddling you, not having you sit on his lap or not carrying you. You knew it was hard on him because he didn’t understand why you were like this, but he also refused to ask you about it, opting to let it go as a personal preference. He didn’t need to know it was because you were so worried about him finding you unattractive once he actually felt your squishy thighs or your tummy, and even more worried about him noticing your weight. 

So, here you are, stood in front of your bathroom mirror, wearing Yukhei’s hoodie that you “borrowed,” crying because it’s tighter than it was the last time you wore it, without considering that it had only shrunk in the wash. You automatically assumed that you had put on more weight, the much more fitted white fabric supporting such a belief. 

At the same time, your beloved, excitable boyfriend was walking through your apartment door, tired from practicing, but also excited for your weekly movie night. Movie nights usually ended up with you asleep on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him, and him pulling you closer, just enjoying your warmth. “Baby, I’m here!” Yukhei called through the nearly silent apartment. He grew confused when you didn’t respond, assuming you might be napping. He headed toward your room. 

He didn’t expect to hear your soft sobs as he got closer to the main bathroom, and, to be honest, it broke his heart to hear them. He found himself stopping short of the open door to listen as you talked to yourself. 

“I can’t even fit in his-” you cut yourself off with a sniffle, “his stupid hoodie, why would he even think I’m attractive?” 

He felt that in his soul, and, for once, your loud, energetic boyfriend didn’t greet you so happily. “You’re right, you know, I don’t think you’re attractive,” his voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as he walked into your sight, “that’s not good enough, I think your stunning.” 

You’d never turned around so fast in your life, your arm suddenly crossing to hide your stomach more. “I... Yukhei...” You were at a loss for words, trying to think of a way to explain yourself. 

“Y/n, baby what’s going on? Why would you ever think I don’t find you attractive?” You’d never heard him speaking so calmly, even if the confusion was evident in his voice. 

You looked down, not willing to say it out loud. Seeing this, Yukhei reached out, gently caressing your cheek with his finger, tilting your head up to look at him before asking even more gently, “Princess, will you please tell me?” He didn’t call you that often, typically opting for some cute variation of your name, baby or babe. Princess was reserved for moments when you weren’t acting like yourself, moments when he wanted you to know you’re his everything. 

Moments like these typically left you smiling and happy, but this time it brought on another wave of tears. 

“I just, I’m so sorry,” you spoke through your sobs, “you deserve so much better than me. You deserve someone who’ll let you hold them, and who’s confident and pretty and skinny and-” you went to continue but, before you could, his soft, full lips were on yours, effectively silencing your rambling. 

He stayed like that for a moment, his lips melded to yours, before he pulled back, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s go talk about this in the living room, okay? I feel like this isn’t a conversation for the bathroom,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. Once you nodded in agreement, he took your hand and led the way out to the living room, sitting down with you on the couch. “Alright, I want you to tell me why you think you aren’t what I deserve,” he stated, “not what I deserve, but why you aren’t.” 

You took a breath to collect your thoughts and calm yourself down enough to speak. “Well,” you started, “I just feel like, maybe, I’m not pretty enough for you. I mean, you’re an idol, you’re tall, your fit, you’re the closest I’ve seen to perfect even if you can be gross sometimes.” Even you couldn’t help thinking back to your boyfriend’s gross habits every once in a while. Luckily, it stirred a small laugh from him, which calmed you down more. “Then there’s me,” you continued with your explanation when he didn’t say anything more, “my face is just average, and I’m overweight, everyone looks at me weird for it and asks how I’ll ever get a boyfriend... I feel like I’m not worth your time...” 

He adjusted himself to face you more, one leg crossed on the couch and the other hanging off of it, his elbow on his knee with his chin cradled in the palm of his hand. “What would you do if I told you that you’re wrong?” he asked, “If I told you you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and have the best body too?” 

You were dumbfounded by the idea, “Yukhei, I’m not. Look at my stomach, my thighs, my everything. I’m not pretty and I don’t have a good body.” 

“Maybe not to Korea but to me you do. What they think of you doesn’t matter, they’d all be jealous if they knew you had me,” he chuckled a bit, “and, if anything, most guys like a girl with a little more to her.” As soon as you tried to argue, he was ready with more, “I love you because you’re different, you don’t fight to fit a mold you wouldn’t be happy in, and quite honestly I’m glad you don’t fit that mold because I’ve never seen a girl fit jeans as well as you do.” He always had a flirty comment, and you honestly should’ve expected it. 

“Babe, that’s... I’m not-” again, he cut you off. 

“Yes you are, you’re perfect to me, every bit of you, and it hurts me to know you think that you aren’t,” he smiled softly at you, “so from now on I’m going to remind you how attractive I think you are every day until you believe it yourself, because you are attractive, and you are worth my time.” 

You were quiet for a moment before you spoke again, “does this mean I have to start letting you cuddle me?” 

“I mean, you don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable with it,” he smiled a bit more, “but I would love it if you did.” 

“How about now?” you asked hesitantly. 

“Anything to make you happy, princess,” he leaned forward and pecked your lips, “but only if you promise we still get to have movie night, I stocked up on snacks for you yesterday.” 

“Only if you promise not to make me watch a horror movie,” you smiled a bit. 

“Excuse me, it’s cute when you get scared.” 

“yeah, up until you’re waking up at two in the morning from a nightmare.”