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Eyes that are ever changing watch John with curiosity. Suddenly the man has become far more fascinating than the book he is currently reading. Sherlock is entirely silent as he watches John run his fingers over the hand grip and stare directly at it. Sentimental. Yet he’s torn about something concerning this cane. Lost in his own little world as he mulls over whatever it is he is mulling over. Likely wondering what to do with the cane now that he no longer needs it. Just as he suspected, the question is asked, and he is proven right. Of course, he is right, he always is, after all, and he knows John better than John knows himself. He has since the very moment they met. “No.” An instant answer. Leave it to Sherlock to always say what’s on his mind and be blunt while he’s at it. He sees no reason for John to keep it. Sentimental value is silly and pointless, and the cane is only hindering John. “You don’t need it. Why would you keep something you don’t need?”

Fingers of a trauma survivor coasted the length of the disability aid as the others held onto the hand grip. His breath was ghosted from his body, quiet as his eyes were fixed on the cane. In his head he wanted to just throw the damn thing across the room, but he didn't want to upset Ms. Hudson. John simply wasn't that type of man.

Memories of the why and how the cane came into his possession flooded his head, and it was nearly too much (he wanted to throw it.) The thing had made his life easy after the military, but also hindered him, held him back in many respects.

As Sherlock spoke John came back to reality, after all, he himself had questioned in the first place, so he should have been attentive to the answer from the other man's lips. John nodded. "Yes, of course." But his reply was distant (he still wished to hurl it across the room, violently.)

He didn't need it now, he could easily walk on his own feet, his leg no longer bothered him as it had before he had met Sherlock curiously so. "I--" He began, standing up and gripping the cane by the neck, as if giving it a strangling and his knuckles were slowly turning white.

"Can I throw it into the water?" He had wanted to throw it there, but it'd make a mess, the water was a deep grave, and the cane would sink without him being able to ever get it back and drown all his worries with it.

"I want to go watch the boats, Sherlock. Come with me." He rarely asked anything of his housemate, so he hoped the man would humor him, despite it being unlike him, so John thought. He never knew how Sherlock behaved, but he was interesting for sure.

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wild youth

one | trash can

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track one . . . crystal

cw/notes : ignore timestamps, hurt/comfort (my bread and butter yum), anxiety attack, feelings of panic, feelings of nausea (no throwing up), someone get me a suga asap fuck I love him so bad, ignore any typos I tried my best

The swirling sensation in her stomach never stopped even after she had sent everyone on their way. In fact, it got worse as her eyes tracked over the calendar she had on her desk. Little boxes filled to the brim with colorful ink, each color holding a significance that was important to only her.

Red was urgent, meetings she couldn't miss, or she would never hear the end of it. Blue was content, what subject matter she should be on week by week - which she was behind on. Green was tasks listed out in bullet points for science and math - to make a study guide, to redo a failed worksheet, to get supplies together for an upcoming lab, to make calls regarding a field trip in the near future. 

Orange was personal. 

Orange ink littered every Friday - ‘after school w/ K.S.’ (Abbreviated in case anyone came up to her desk with prying eyes. Already learning the hard way - last month - when question upon question was asked of “oh my god what do you and Mr. Sugawara do after school?!?” And “is Mr. Suga your boyfriend?! Is that why you have that on your calendar?!”)

Orange ink that scrawled underneath every box labeled Friday made her heart squeeze but wrench all in the same breath. Holding onto the feeling so hard she felt it crush and shatter in between her fingers. She had the tendency to hold onto things too hard, and never did find it within herself to let go - fractured or not. Always finding herself picking up stray pieces that fell here and there, leaving a trail behind her wherever she went. 

The amount of colorful ink, some smeared and some barely legible, threw her into a spiral if she looked at it too long. Too many things to do, too many calls to make and meetings to attend, and simply not enough time in one school day to complete everything. The swirling feeling that started in her stomach began to move, forcing its way to her throat and she took a deep breath. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, fighting the nausea and overwhelming need to spill her guts right then and there. 

In through the nose, out through the mouth. 

She remained like that a moment, focusing on her breathing and taking deep inhales of air only to let it back out again. But she gripped the orange pen she had in her hand tightly when she heard someone step through the threshold of her door; the sickly feeling returned to her throat immediately. She kept her eyes closed and took a shaky breath, determined to focus herself onto one thing rather than the person who came in.

She knew it was Sugawara. 

Knew the moment she heard long, relaxed strides and the soft squeak of chucks onto the horribly waxed floor. Knew as soon as she heard him walk through the door without a word - silent and all too ready to listen, to help. She knew he looked at her in worry, brown eyes swimming with an emotion she had yet to pinpoint. She knew he wouldn't dare leave until he knew she was alright.

Sugawara knew that she was losing her grip on remaining calm.

“Do you need the trash can?” 

A simple question, asked in a soft voice near her. She only screwed her eyes shut tighter and shook her head. “I'm ok.” Lying through gritted teeth, hoping he would turn to leave, but to no avail. 

“No you're not.” Another whisper of a reply. 

“I'm fine.” 

She heard him hum before the screech of a chair hit her ears, making her flinch and a ‘sorry’ followed quickly after. 

And that's when she felt him. 

His presence radiated next to her that she couldn't ignore - warm, caring, and selfless. Not a single off hand comment to say as he pulled a chair next to her and sat down without a word. She could feel his arm brush against her own, a simple accident as he got comfortable in the plastic chair. But a tingling feeling that made her heart stop; a proximity she couldn't tell was intentional or not. 

“Then I'll be here to make sure you stay fine.” 

She hated that answer. 

Loathed it even, for the sole fact it caused the sickly feeling to arrange itself into a lump in her throat. A lump that made her swallow hard, as to try and fight it, but only made it worsen as it became bigger. Growing until the feeling hit her chest painfully, overwhelming her with a sense of panic. One hand still held onto the orange pen for dear life, and the other death gripped her pants leg. 

“Suga,” the name spoken in a whisper, but voice cracking all the same. It dawned on her she had no control over how the situation went anymore, realizing she would ultimately drop her façade in front of the man only made the burning pain in her chest worse. The mask would reluctantly be long gone if she started to cry; and it hit her hard as she became acutely aware of the fact she couldn't stop herself if she did.

Her face felt hot and her heart pumped violently in her chest, hearing every thump within her ear drums so loudly it drowned out the rest of the world. She took one last deep breath - but that was the start of the complete collapse of her mind.

The inhale was labored, fighting back every instinct to let tears flow freely - she couldn't, she wouldn't, not in front of him, anyone but the man beside her. 

But she did.

The exhale was a choked back sob, one of which made her drop the orange pen completely and cover her mouth to muffle the sound. A cry for help that sounded too desperate to let anyone else hear, too pained to allow the man next to her bear witness too, too raw for even herself. Even with her eyes screwed shut, squeezing them so tight the corners of her eyes began to hurt, the tears fell anyway. It wasn't gradual, it wasn't a wave that pulled her down slowly but surely - it was the sudden, violent collapse of an, otherwise fine, structure. The chaos of watching a building fall, watching as brick by brick it all came tumbling down on itself. 

She couldn't register what happened, as the time from his statement and her crying was nothing but a brief pause. She only knew she was crying, her fingers sore from grabbing at the fabric of her pants, that her throat felt hoarse, and the hand that covered her mouth was now wet with tears. But a new sensation was thrown into the mix that made her jump in her skin and hold tight to the last thread of sanity she still had. A warmth on the back of her hand completely sent her to the deep end and lurched her off.

His hand atop her own. 

She couldn't explain why she flipped her palm over in that moment, couldn't place why exactly she interlocked her fingers with his without a second thought, and she surely didn't know why she removed her hand from her mouth only to open it. “What the fuck is wrong with me, Suga?” A wrenching question asked through broken cries and hot tears, “why can't I think, for just one goddamn second, that I'm not drowning? Why can't I think I'm good enough? Why can't I think I'm not a complete failure with everything I do?”

There was a long pause, one that only made her tears flow a bit harder. Because his silence felt cold to her, his silence felt like an answer all in itself. But he squeezed her hand in his own and looked over to her; if she had glanced, even briefly, to him she would've realized she took his heart right out of his chest. Held it in her hands unknowingly and dug her fingers into it, leaving marks that would linger for the rest of his days. 

“You’re the farthest thing from a failure,” he whispered. "And I’ll tell you every day that you’re good enough, because you are. You’re more than enough - you’re perfect.”

She wished she had said yes to the trash can.

“I am failing miserably,” she choked. “They won’t fucking listen, they won’t stop talking, they keep asking me the dumbest things imaginable after I tell them what they’re doing, and they look at me like I’m stupid constantly. And I have to pretend that everything is okay, and smile and laugh. Even when I just want to slam my fucking head into the wall and cry. I-” 

“Hey.” She felt him squeeze her hand once more as he cut her words short. “Breathe.” Another squeeze, this one tighter than that last, and he kept the tension. He held her hand like her life depended on it, interlocking fingers between his own and remained firm. He refused to watch her drown - or at least, they'd drown together. 

She took an uneasy breath in, and hopelessly failed at holding it as another sob wracked her chest again. To this, he didn't say a word; only watched as she tried to inhale and hold it. Brown eyes swirled with a concern she wouldn't even bear witness to, holding her hand as it was the only thing he could do. Failed attempt after failed attempt until she was finally able to the fifth time around - holding it and releasing a shaky exhale. 

“It's ok to not be ok,” he assured, to which he squeezed her hand once again. 

She finally found it in herself to open her eyes, and she looked over to him in sorrow. Blurry, tear stained eyes locked with his own and he felt his heart sink even farther in his stomach. How long has she felt like this? Thinking himself an idiot for letting it get to a peak such as this one; ridiculing himself within the chasms of his mind for not noticing sooner. On the contrary, she felt her stomach surge upward. A squeamish feeling that made her swallow harshly, and a bitter taste at the back of her throat that made her look away from him completely. 

She most definitely should have said yes to the trash can.

Her eyes had only met his own for a fraction of a second, but that was enough for her to feel embarrassment wash over her. So she kept her eyes glued to the orange ink that littered the calendar on her desk. Orange was consistent, never changing, caring - adoring. And she watched as, now slowed, tears dripped onto the paper. Drops created small, circular splotches that bled through to the pages underneath. Watched as the ink started to scatter and feather out from hot, salty tears; and for once, she didn’t care. Didn’t care that her handwriting began to be illegible, didn’t care that red ink started to blend with green. As long as the orange ink was still there, if it still remained intact - it was fine. As long as the orange ink would always remain there, it was ok.

“But I have to be ok,” she whispered, negating his statement as she closed her eyes again. “If I’m not ok then everything will go to shit.”

“Says who?” 

“Says my brain.”

“Well,” he began, and she heard the faintest of a chuckle sound from beside her. “Don’t listen to your brain. You don’t have to be ok at all.” And in that moment, she became overly aware of the fact he was holding her hand, because he squeezed it again. Pale fingers locked with her own, holding tightly, and she felt a heat rise to her cheeks. Muddled with the already warm feeling of being overwhelmed, she felt herself thrown to the deep end all over again. “Honestly, we can not be ok together.”

Together. 

One singular word felt crushing, but relieving all in the same breath. While it took her by the ankles and yanked her downward, it also grabbed her by the wrists and surged her up. A head spinning feeling that didn’t help her nausea; it only made it worse as now she felt torn asunder. Friday after Friday of being together but so, god damn, far apart. Together felt like a curse. A god awful, caring, loveable curse she couldn't get enough of.

She kept her eyes closed and lips sealed shut at his words, humming them over in her mind as seconds passed. Burnt out, foolish, embarrassed, and hot, she still noticed the yearning feeling that pulled at the back of her mind. An ache that never went away, only nagged and pined as it only continued to grow as moments became minutes. And minutes became a crushing weight to finally say something - anything. 

Together. 

“Do you want to get hammered tonight?” An off kilter, frankly off color, question she blurted out to him as she reopened her eyes. Looking over to him in anticipation, but a deep rooted fear swimming in her eyes, and she finally squeezed his hand back in response. 

She saw the smile form on his lips the second the question was asked, watched as the smile turned to a chuckle, and the chuckle became a silly, joy bringing laugh. “What kind of question is that?” A rhetorical question asked between chuckles, “obviously I want to get hammered.” 

“I still don't want to go to the bar though,” tagging on the statement quieter than the last and she saw him shrug in response.

“My offer still stands. Do you like shitty, cranberry vodka?” 

“Yes?”

“My place it is then.”

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[ticklishbeans4]

I didn't know if you were accepting or not because the pinned post and your description, but either or I don't mind you can ignore this if you want to! I LOVE Alastor so much (HH obv), and I was wondering if you do write fics if you could do a lee!Alastor ler!Lucifer or ler!Angel dust? I love him so much 😭. It's totally alright if not though, have an amazing day! ❤️

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I've been dealing with a lot of shit for awhile and lifes been nuts. I'm trying a writing challenge for May, so hopefully that'll get me back in the writing spirit!

Hope you enjoy!

“I really can’t believe how ticklish you are.” Lucifer chuckled, fingers dancing over Alastors furry and soft tummy. “If the others knew then they’d never take you seriously again would they?”

“Oh shuhuhuhut up!” Alastor replied through a squeal of feedback from his internal speakers. How could he have let himself get into this situation?! Lucifer had taken him by surprise, but he should have been more vigilant! Damn this angelic asshole!

“Shut up? Now that’s not a very nice thing to say is it? No it’s not, oh no it’s not!” the king crooned to Alastor, his finger swirled just around his belly button. “I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

“W-Wait! Wait wait no! Don’t you- AAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH!” he shrieked as Lucifer’s claw dug into his belly button. Radio feedback squealed around them, Alastors ear flicking in different directions, like antenna trying to find a signal. “EEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! YOU AHAHAHAHAAHASS!”

“You are just so rude! You know that?” Lucifer scoffed, his other hand straying up Alastors ribs. “But I know what you need! I’m just being too soft on you! You need the real Devil’s Treatment.” “NOHOHOHOHO! NO I DOHOHON’T!” he squealed, kicking and bucking, trying to escape the small king's grip, but it was no use as Lucifer’s claws dug into his underarm, his other hand still wiggling horribly into his belly button. “SHIHIHIHIHIHIT!”

“Keep bein rude, I’ve got aaaaaaall day.” Lucifer grinned, oh he was going to enjoy this.

[spacebaby1]

Your Smile (Buggy × Reader / Ace x Reader)

There was no doubt that your captain had the biggest crush on you; you were another member of his crew, you weren't part of his shows but you were the navigator so whenever they would be out in the land you'd stay back working on the maps.

However today it was a rare occasion where most of the crew members stayed back on the ship rather than going out in the island, they decided to put on a show to entertain each other by cracking jokes and imitating each other; you sat in the back laughing at how your crew was getting on and about the jokes. You loved each one of them because they treated you better than your own villagers and it was being a pirate or staying in an unwanted village. As you laughed you had no idea that your captain buggy the clown was eying you from where he stood; he had his smile reaching his ears just from watching you smile However he wasn't the only one watching you smile; few of his crew members were doing the same, it was an innocent look that he understood differently. Buggy decided to take matters in his own hands and to him of course it was a great idea when he walked towards you and stood infront of you taking you by surprise, you were about to talk to him when he spoke first, "do you ever consider not laughing like that?" That made all the crew members to turn towards you both and went silent, the question took you by surprise, you weren't able to ask him what did he mean when he spoke again, "your smile and your laughter makes me sick to my stomach! It's weird the way you laugh, don't you see how weird it sounds laughing and smiling like that?"

"Captain-" one of his crew members spoke only to be cut by buggy laughing and going on, "I have never heard someone laughing so hideously in all my years of being a pirate and I have been one for the rest of my life! Did you know that? Huh? You look worst than a clown." His laughing echoed in the room as his crew members looked at him confused and surprised while you looked down not knowing what to say to him before you blinked bowing a bit not looking at him, "I'm sorry, I'll m-make sure to not do it again." Your low voice was barely heard when you left the room leaving your captain and the crew members behind. One by one they left some of them shacking their heads at their captain in disbelief of what he just said to you knowing that you were one of his favourite members.

Usually you'd be happy to show your captain any new island you thought were great places however after that day you stopped approaching Buggy for unnecessary reasons like these and kept your work to yourself, in fact you had completely stopped talking to him only when it was absolutely necessary or answer him when asked you questions about where is the next island. He felt horrible for making you react like that towards him and just like you said; you completely stopped laughing or smiling wide when he was around. Your crew members tried hard to make you laugh only to no avail because everytime you thought about laughing the words of your captain rang in your ears, you'd just gave them small smile to avoid being rude to them and that wouldn't last long.

That went on for a month until one day you and the crew were stopping for another island when you were the last one to leave the ship only to find your captain standing there, he saw you approaching him as he eagerly turn to smile at you which you didn't return, "Huh, what is is sweetheart? Did you find another fascinating island? Haven't heard you talking about thos-"

"No, Captain" you replied looking at your hands then back at him, "I'm leaving."

His eyes widened, "W-What do you mean by leaving? Leaving for the island right?" You shock your head when he noticed your bag that you brought with you when you joined his crew few years back, "I'm leaving the crew, Captain. I left all the maps on the desk, I didn't take anything that isn't mine, there is a full map of island that will be ahead and I also pointed out information about each of them, nothing that isn't mine is taken, the books are where they are, and I hope I have been of good service as a navigator all those years, thank you for making me part of your crew and I promise to never forget that and I will never share anything about you or your crew to anyone from now on. I have to leave I don't think being a pirate is for me."

You started to walk when he grabbed your wrist, "y-you can't leave just like that! Why? I don't want you to leave what about us? We can't lead without a navigator! You can't leave." You pulled your hand away from him, "Captain you're hurting my hand please stop." He immediately let go of your wrist and you stepped back, "I'm sorry if I was a bother to you, If our path cross one day I'll be happy to see you again but I really hope we never cross paths again, goodbye Captain." He watched you as you left without another word, Buggy never let that leave him; he made the girl that he liked leave and only because of him it was all his fault.

4 Month Later

It was a sunny day when you were sitting by the shoreside with your drawing book sitting in your lap as you drew the map of new island that you read about in one of the books in the villages library; it was a small and quiet place that you liked and the villagers were nice and welcoming. You were drawing when someone's shadow coverd your half down drawing, you turned behind to find a shirtless man with an orange hat looking down at your book, he sat beside you, "Wow, that's an amazing drawing of a map! Are you an artist?" You nodded at his question and he smiled wide, "I am Ace, Portgas D Ace, I'm a pirate." Your eyes widened at that before you fixed you face, "your name is familiar, I don't know why?" You said and he shrugged, "I'm with the white beard crew, that might sound familiar?"

"Oh, yeah, I heard about the famous white beard pirates, what are you doing in this small village? I Hope it's not for any trouble." He chuckled waving his hand in front of his face, he did have the biggest smile for someone who looked like he can punch his way in life, "No no, we were just loading on supplies and I decided to take a walk, so you like to draw?"

You nodded, "Yes, i draw maps, it's great here, you can work without getting bothered, it's a great village, welcome."

He titled his head to side, "you can draw maps? As in island maps? Like navigator stuff?" Your breathing hitched at that word, but you nodded with a hum, his surprised expression turned into excitement as he stood up, "would you mind talking a walk with me? Please?"

You blinked before standing up and putting your book in your bag as you walked with him and you noticed how happy he was as he lead the way to which you happily followed and both came to stop when you saw few known members of the white beard crew. Ace asked you to follow him to the ship to which you hesitated at first, he forwarded his hand, "Don't worry, I just want to introduce you to our Captain." You looked at his hand then back at the ship behind him and sighed before placing your hand in his and he led the way to the deck of the ship; its been a very long time since you last been on a ship. Ace carefully pulled you with him to introduce you to one and only white beard himself and you couldn't believe that he was praising you in front of his Captain.

"So you are a navigator? My child?"

You looked at Ace then back at the captain before nodding as you held on your dress tight, "are you scared of pirates, my child?" You shook your head looking at white beard, "I'm sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean to react like this, it's just been a long time since I was on a ship!"

Ace looked at you confused and you bit back your tongue, "you are a pirate?" Ace asked and you panicked as you shook your head, "No, I mean I-I was b-but I am not anymore, it was a long time ago." You sighed. "We need a navigator, our crew is always on an about and busy and one navigator isn't enough do you think you got it in you to join the crew, My child?" The captain asked you.

You really didn't want to join them because you didn't want to be disappointed again and again. Ace noticed how hard you were thinking still holding the side of your dress in a fist, he took his hat off and placed it on your head, you turned to him and he smiled wide at you, "join our crew, it'll be fun! I will show you around the island that you draw." You blinked then looked at Captain then back at Ace, you leaned closer to Ace as you asked, "Promise?" He chuckled loudly and nodded taping on the top of his hat on your head, "Pinky Promise! Plus, I'll look after you, don't worry."

"Oh." You replied hiding under his hat even more.

Ace was excited to introduce you to the crew to your disappointment, you were the only girl unlike your previous crew. However the crew seemed more laid back and welcoming, Ace showed you to a room that was to be yours since the navigator gets their own room; he helped you put your things away and settle in. He had filled you in with where they were and whatever maps they tried to come up with. You were happy to start on the maps and many of them; you decided to work on the ones they already made as you did that the time went on fast and it was night time before you knew it, you were almost done with half of the map when Ace came in the room standing near the doorframe he asked you if you would join them for dinner to which you nodded before grabbing a clothes and washing the ink from your hand; you walked behind Ace as he led the way to the huge kitchen. You were surprised to find the crew had gathered around and made a "Welcome" sign for you as they all sang for you and made sure that you weren't feeling left behind.

You thanked them all and tried to keep to yourself for the rest of the night however it was hard when Ace was literally cracking jokes and making everyone laugh with his stories. You tried hard to not laugh but it was hard to hold it back at his expression as he told the stories and especially when he'd look directly at you everytime he'd make a silly face, you chuckled to yourself trying to hid it behind your hands as you laughed lowly; it was the end of it when he made the silliest face expression that you almost chocked on your drink laughing which he noticed and it made him keeping doing it again and again as you laughed.

Your laughter was hidden by the laughter of the rest of the crew but Ace noticed that your laughter changed into crying and his face dropped in horror however he was quick to not show it as you left the kitchen. Ace excused himself as he went behind you meanwhile the crew went on drinking and partying. Ace found you at the edge of the deck sobbing, he rushed to your side, "Hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked concerned softly rubbing your back, you shook your head still sobbing a bit, "N-No I'm okay I-I just haven't laughed in a long time and i-i don't know why it just made me sad because I love laughing a-and I didn't want to not do it but I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable with my laughing because its hideous." You cried in your hands.

Ace gasped, "who said that to you? Why would you even believe that, you have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. It reminds me of my little brother and let me tell you his smile is a sunshine!" You hiccup trying to calm your tears as you looked at Ace and he smiled down at you, "whoever made you feel like that about your smile will be dead by the time I get my hands on them, you should smile and laugh more, as much as your heart desires, I may not know a lot but I am sure that smiling is good for you." You chuckled at his words and nodded, "Come on now big smile." He smiled wide making you laugh.

Little by little you went back to your old self as if nothing happened and Ace made it his personal mission to make you smile or laugh at every moment he got the chance to. And without fail everytime he'll make you smile or laugh. It's been few months in that you joined the crew and today you were at some island looking around it's market for anything that caught your attention as Ace followed beside you, he had you wearing his hat as you both walked around, "Ace look" you showed him a dream Catcher that he liked and Literally gasped when he saw you holding it, "that's so beautiful! We should take it." You both were unaware of the clown pirate standing in few distance watching you both with a surprise look on his face; you were smiling wide that beautiful smile of your was back and it wasn't because of him but because of Ace, buggy doubted to approach you but decided against it because he knew that you will never smile around him ever again and Ace would've never have done it to steal your smile, he saw how you hugged Ace as you both laughed over whatever he whispered to you.

[sasagehoes]

THE NECROMANCER

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ;𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱;; Your days in Castle Ward are far from peaceful ever since that eventful night. And now with the announcement that the King's arrival is near, who could sleep well? So you ask yourself, will the gods be satisfied with all the bloodshed that shall take place outside of these walls?

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After everything subsided and countless visits from the maester you were told you could finally leave the chambers, your mind was so confused at everything, the nightmares, the horrible stench that everything had, the subtle ire that consumed you at the looks men started giving you around the time of your 12th name day. 

Arya occupied most of your time with the sneaking about to spar, ending with more than a couple of bruises, mud stains, and scoldings from both the septa and Lady Stark.  

After the whole kiss ordeal Bran had avoided you like the plague, not out of ill intentions, that you knew, simply out of embarrassment. You found it hilarious, shouldn’t you be the one embarrassed? He kissed you not the other way around. 

You made it your mission that week to annoy him the most, see how much it would take for him to break the silence. 

At dinner one day you sat next to him and smiled. His body visibly stiffened, and his face went red, you tried your hardest to not let a cackle slip, but to no avail, as soon as Robb mentioned something about his reaction, you broke in laughter, the rest of the table followed suit. His eyes were fixed at the table in shame. 

“Are you alright my dear?” you asked with a knowing smile. 

“W-what?  Yeah, I’m good” he said with a slight stutter. 

The interaction earns a few other giggles from the youngest Stark. 

Once dinner culminated Bran was the first to bolt out the mess hall, you followed suit 

“You’ve been avoiding me like Greyscale Brandon” you say  

“I have not,” you cached up to him and started walking by his side 

“Yes you have, can't we just be normal friends? I'm not asking you to love me right away, hell I know I do not” you laughed and continued; “just, don’t be a stranger” 

His steps met a stop and he replied, looking at the floor “Fine, don’t keep teasing me about it, and…sorry about the other day and the days before that’ 

You knew what he meant, the constant cold shoulder, and the peck on the cheek the day you woke from your nightmare fueled slumber. 

Now it was your turn to go red “I didn’t mind...next time just ask, good night my lord” you waved and left, quite in a hurry to avoid any other questions from the boy. 

The next morning the avoidance was gone, and you exchanged a couple of words in between duties, the hesitance was there but it was a step forward. Over the months that followed the shy conversations turned into full on banter.  

Once he had tried convincing you of climbing a small wall on the castle which led to both of you on the floor laughing, gathering yourself quickly to avoid a scolding from his mother. 

One of the climbing escapades had worked out fairly well apart from the subtle scrapes on your knees and hands from constant slips, both of you now on the top of a wall hidden away, looking at the falling sun. 

“Did you have any dreams before you were told you had to marry me?” he asked you abruptly, even he caught himself by surprise “You don’t have to answer that, it's none of my business” he retaliated. “It's all right, I do not mind... I can’t really say if I longed to do something, but I know I’ve always wanted to serve my people no matter what...although now my views have shifted” you say calmly, the sadness in your voice palpable 

 “What about yours, did you have any dreams before the news?” you asked, not letting him ask any questions about your newfound hatred against your people back home. 

“I wanted to be a Kings guard” he said slowly, your eyes went wide for a second. 

“Do you resent me for depriving you of your dream?” you ask. His head turned to look at you, eyes wide “No! of course not, neither of us had a say in this arrangement, even if my parents said I could decide whether i would marry you or not, i knew they were only humoring me” he said holding your arms, you winced at the cuts getting irritated by his sudden touch. 

He took them away quickly “Sorry, we should go down before the sun goes down, the others might get the wrong idea” he said looking at the floor below the both of you. 

“Alright lead the way” you say not wanting to imagine how difficult the journey to descend was going to be. He seemed to notice and chuckled “I'll go first and wait down there, if you fall I'll catch you my lady.” 

“You better not or ill poison your food at dinner” you throw him a small scowl at his teasing. 

At the end no one fell, and no one was poisoned yet as expected your little escapade resulted in a brief scolding about how dangerous that climb was. 

“You, Brandon Stark may be experienced climbing, yet she isn’t, what if she falls? '' Lady Catelyn asked exasperated, “I would catch her mother, I helped her up and down, she’s fine” he replied. “Truly my lady I’m fine, just a couple of scrapes, nothing serious, I promise it won't happen again” 

It did happen again. 

The day of your 13th name day was just around the corner, and although the Starks prepared a small feast to commemorate the three years you had spent with them, you couldn’t get a pestering feeling that crept up in your head. Every night for the last week, your dreams were filled with the corpses of people you have never met before, dead animals, but one was a recurrent resident in the abode of your mind. A raven, as black as the night, sometimes it would stay still and quiet, while sometimes it opted to be more aggravating, screaming in your ear, flying in your line of sight to stop you from gazing at something you should not. 

Every night you would wake up in a cold sweat, it was slowly eating you alive and it was eminent in your eyes. The bastard, Jon Snow was the first to notice, although he and you did not really interact, you considered him someone that would bring you safety, having saved you from that horrible man, moons ago. You often sat next to him in silence, as he went about his duties, he never questioned it really, the silence was welcomed and so were you.  

“You’ve seen better days my lady” he said as he polished his sword, not looking at you. “Have you seen death my lord? Does it haunt you in your dreams?” you ask now looking directly at him 

To say he was surprised was an understatement, he's never been in a war nor a brutal battle, but he had seen his father execute men who take the black and proceed to break their oath. 

“It used to but then I got- accustomed to it as I got older” he said looking back at you now, “Does death plague your dreams?” he asked with a frown 

You thought for a second for an answer, saying yes would entail him asking about said dreams which would- 

“No, just wanted to ask” your response was rather quick, “I'm sorry to bother you, do carry on” with that you left the room, leaving the snow's son quite disturbed to say the least 

You sprinted back to the courtyard, the stench of blood emanating from every crevice of the garden, your insides contorted as a way to seek relief and as a final effort to do just that, the food you had eaten earlier that morning ended up on the ground. Your breath was heavy and your hands were supporting your body from touching the floor as you cursed out to the old gods and the new. You felt a piercing gaze near where you were, unmoving. You looked up and saw a raven staring right back at you, for a moment you thought you were having one of those hellish nightmares again since its eyes were as white as the snow that was said to decorate the land beyond the wall. You tried moving your hand its way to make it go away but to no avail, “What is it that you want from me you bastard” you scoffed at the feathered animal. As soon as those words left your mouth you felt your eyes go to the back of your skull, and just as it happened many nights ago. Everything went black.

You stood in front of an out of commission tower in Castle Ward, one that you failed to climb with Brandon during one of your escapades.This time it felt much taller than it did that day. In the blink of an eye, a bird fell from the upper window, falling right at your feet, making you gasp. After that, another came crashing down, and then another, and another, until the ground was covered in bird carcasses and you could only stare at it in disbelief and terror. As the last one fell, a soft scream could be heard. It sounded vaguely like Lady Catelyn’s voice, as you understood what the screaming voice said, your blood froze, Brandon it called. Brandon it wailed.

You jolted awake in the same soft grass you had fallen, the raven nowhere to be seen and the smell of rotting flesh nowhere to be perceived. You stood and went running to go find the boy, when you spotted him holding his bow, pointing the arrow at the target, you heart felt at ease once more. 

After that scare, the day went on rather normal, though your mind kept going to the Lady’s screams, the ravens and all the blood, you couldn't bear to relive that again. As the night fell, everyone returned to their chambers. You felt restless, you didn't want to succumb to sleep because the nightmares would haunt you, but at the same time the less you slept, the more irritable you became. Once you decided to go to bed at last, your mind was filled with blissful images of your family before all the atrocities that went down. Leiana chasing Ophelia down on the corridors as Amadeus taught your younger self how to read

‘All ladies should be well informed of the worldly matters’ he used to say

The images soon changed settings to the gorgeous gardens that reside in Castle Ravenna, the tulips that would only bloom in the warmer months, the lilies that often decorated Ophelia’s hair as soon as they bloomed, and the red roses that-

There were no red roses in Castle Ravenna.

Mother hated them.

You gasped as you woke up in front of that dreadful tower back in Winterfell, the ravens still surrounding you, yet instead of lifeless they were now croaking at you, all at once. If the nightmares wouldn't make you mad, this certainly would. You ran as fast as you could to the main entrance of Castle Ward yet the doors would not budge. From behind you, you could hear countless horses trotting your way, as the horses came closer and showed no sign of stopping only then did the doors open. You hurried back inside of the castle yet no one seemed to acknowledge your presence, everyone focused on the..King.

The King hopped off his high horse and went closer to the Stark family. Starting out with Neddard Stark, as soon as he hugged him, a horrible image flashed in your vision. Heads mounted on spikes, flies grouped around them, feasting on the rotting flesh, and among them all one stood from the others.

It couldn't be. 

As if to not let you know more, the vision ended, and you were once more back in front of the family being greeted by the King. Next was Robb, at the shake of their hands another vision struck you. A man with the head of Wolf was paraded as a laughing stock in a gathering. The blood from the wolf intertwined with that of the man’s, linking them as one. Your vision panned to the view of a horrified Arya, a few years older than what she was now, age not the one weighing down her features, but the things she had seen and gone through. As soon as your ears heard the words “King in the North” being exclaimed  by one of the perpetrators, you were pulled out of the nightmare. You opened your mouth to scream as the king neared Lady Stark, but the chords down your throat were not being strung, as if they were cut completely. Yet that didn't stop tears from welling in your eyes as you fell to your knees, another vision engulfing your tired mind.

You found yourself in a quiet hall as bodies littered the floors, a heaving Catlyn could barely muster any words as she held a young girl by the hair, dagger in hand, pointed at her neck. As if thunder had struck, the lady’s neck was slashed such as quick, all while her hostage held the same fate.

You couldn't handle anymore, this was your new found family..how could you stand this.

Once back at the entrance, you walked with all your might to try and stop the king from touching another family member. Yet a man with eyes as pale as snow, whom you had never seen before stood right in front of you.

“The God’s make things happen for a reason, all for which you will see with time, you were never supposed to see this. Sleep now child.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, a murder of ravens engulfed him and everything around you.

You awoke from the living hell you were just pulled from and sat up, slowly, you noticed that instead of the comfort of your chambers, you laid in the cold ground outside. In the very center of Castle Ward. Afraid this was another one of your mind’s cruel tricks, you grabbed the sharpest stone the floor could provide and gashed your hand. You let out a wince as the blood now trickled down the creases of your palm. Your body and soul were too tired to let out sobs, so you opted to stare at the abysmal darkness that the outside provided. Soon enough your eyes caught the one of a dead bird not too far away. Like a predator salivating after its next prey, the blood on your palm oozed quicker, and your mind only had one thing resounding in it, take it.

And take you did, like a rabid animal you ran to take it, your blood mixing with the birds still one, interlinking as one.

In the blink of an eye it felt like how it felt back when you were Amelia, yet this time it was more intimate, more.. Personal, it was your body getting traded for that of a carcass. Your soul transfering itself into the empty vessel of a bird. Your eyes went to the back of your head, the pearly whiteness quickly turning stygian. The lifeless bird no longer so, as your limp body fell on the ground with a thud, the bird took flight, standing atop of the tree near your sleeping figure.

In some way or another you must have regained your body’s soul back to its rightful place, since you were awoken by Sansa as you laid comfortably in your chamber bed.

“Wake up sister! I come bringing great news, the King is to come to Winterfell, and I shall marry his son Joffrey!”

The Gods have abandoned us long ago, we just pretend we are still in their presence.

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[infin1ty-garden]

can you do a jill roberts x gn! reader? Reader and jill were childhood bestfriends but then reader moved.And now reader is back and she and jill reunite during the killings and jill is revealed and she prolly gives reader an option to join her or die? You could choose the ending.

UNTIL THE END

.ೃ࿐ summary: [ in request ] .ೃ࿐ pairing: jill roberts x gn! reader .ೃ࿐ warnings: weapons, injuries being inflicted, murder, stabbings & threats .ೃ࿐ word count: 747 .ೃ࿐ author note: sorry this request took a bit longer. some personal stuff came up. i'm working on other request but it's taking longer than expected.

masterlist. & part 2

Woodsboro barely changed since you'd last been there, at least that's what everyone tells you. To be honest you don't remember it well. Something or someone you will never forget is Jill Roberts. You used to be bestfriends. Living next door to each other. Inseparable, where one goes the other will follow.

When you moved the two of you tried to stay in touch but one thing led to another and you haven't spoken in a long time. You hoped she remembered you at the very least. Your parents picked a horrible time to move back as the ghostface murder's have started again. But there was nothing you could do about it.

You did reunite with Jill and she did in fact remember you as did her aunt. It felt as if almost nothing had changed. Jill fills you in on what you'd missed as well as introducing you to Kirby and Oliva. They seemed nice enough. Everyone was on edge since the murders started and Jill was glued to your side.

She was the one to invite you to the after party at Kirby's house. Once you arrived it seemed as if there was no one in the house. Suddenly Jill came running down stairs. "Where's everyone?"

"I don't know Sindy is on the roof chasing away the killer," Jill said, clearly panicking and assuring you somewhere safer. "The killer's here?" She didn't answer you, instead leading you to a hiding place. "I'm gonna call the cops. You stay here," the next few minutes you heard a lot of commotion but decided to stay put.

The door was ripped open by Charlie. He grabs you. Pointing the knife at your neck. "What are they doing here?" Jill was now dressed in a ghostface costume. "Are you trying to double cross me?"

"I would never do that, baby." In a blink of an eye she held the gun up. Shooting Charlie in the head. He dropped to the floor. You froze. Jill just killed somebody. She slowly moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks and moving your head away from Charlie's body.

You only now noticed Sidney and Travis were also in the room. Sidney being the only one alive. "Look at me! You don't have to be afraid," she pulled you closer. "It's just you and me until the end. What do you say?" Sidney begged her not to do this. Not to harm anymore people.

"Until the end," you replied. Jill kissed you with ferocity, you had never experienced as if wanting to convey years of longing in one kiss. Everything after that was a blur. You ended up in the hospital. Sidney was pronounced dead. Leaving the only survivors being you, Jill and Gale.

Jill basked in the fame that came with being one of the survivors. You refused any attempt to get you in front of a camera. Every single thought in Jill's head was consumed by her new found fame or at least that's how you felt. She constantly cancelled on dates or didn't bother showing up.

You felt even more isolated. Your peers avoided you like the plague. Afraid that being in your presence would lead to them being the next victim. Even if the killers were caught. Your parents didn't know how to act around you. Resulting in them pretending as if nothing happened.

You decided to break up with Jill as she has barely shown a smidge of care since the relationship started. You thought a text was the best option since that's the only way the two of you interact. She didn't reply to your text. You went on with your day feeling a lot better. You thought Jill wouldn't care.

You thought wrong as she was holding a knife against your neck. "What did I do?"

"Why would you leave me?"

"Over text! What kind of person does that?"

"Why would YOU do that?" Tears were falling down her face. "You promised! You promised until the end," her voice got quieter by the end. Her grip on the knife loosened. You slowly took it from her. Putting it out of her reach. "You are the one who gave up on us. Not me."

"Please don't leave me. I'll change," her hands gripped your shirt. "I've heard that enough time to know that's not gonna happen."  The knife was in her hand again. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! You can't leave me. I won't let you." She stabbed you.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

[sage-writes-n-coins-mogai]

hie you seem so cool n we share interests so I wanted 2 know if we can be friends . !!!

I know I'm a "proshipper" but Id really be open 2 educating you because the "antiship"/censorship movement is a really horrible / right wing / nazi-idealogied orientated project :( !! I mean this in the most /lh way possible , it just hurts to see people so misinformed ??

(p.s:, we don't think fiction doesn't affect reality! it certainly does,.) iem more then open to educating yu!!! I'm sorry I just don't want to miss out on being moots w someone epic ::sob::

Don’t worry I’m very well educated, my gripe with proshippers isn’t the fact that they make art/write stories depicting dark topics like incest, rape, grooming etc. it’s the fact the vast majority of those who call themselves proshipper/profic etc. sexualises and romanticises these kind of topics. 

You can very much draw art or write stories about fucked up shit like a kid getting sexually groomed by an adult or someone getting SA’d by a relative. It’s all about how to approach these topics that is important, and that we do not engage with these dark and awful subjects in a way that is disrespectful to those who have been through things like SA, grooming or incest etc.

It is very obvious (to me at least) when someone is writing a story about a kid getting SA’d to actually TELL a story involving this in a way that doesn’t dismiss, sexualise and/or romanticise the trauma that SA victims went through and when someone is writing SA to get their own rock off.

I understand that some antis out there are very reactionary when it comes to dealing with or debating with proshippers. I’m anti harassment and anti proship, I keep my distance from you lot because again you guys have a tendency to look at dark topics and go “uuuu that’s so cute/hot!!” and as a grooming victim that makes me uncomfortable. Just because some antis are being stupid and harassing proshippers doesn’t mean that being anti-proship/profic automatically makes you inherently pro-harassment and pro-censorship.

Antis aren’t a hive mind, and neither are proshippers, not all of you are pro-c pedos/zoos/necros etc., especially considering the fact that a lot (not all) of proshippers that I’ve come across are chrono minors which only rings alarms bells for me even more. 

Also if you’re associating being antiship with NAZIS/alt right please go outside because that’s a VERY tone deaf take to claim. I implore you to do some introspection.

Long reply short: No I’m not open for you to “educate” me, I’ve seen enough to know that I don’t want anything to do with proshippers. I am against proshippers interacting and following me, I am not willing to compromise my boundaries, thus you “miss out” on being mutuals with me, please do not interact with me again or I will report and block you.

Edit: Please for sky land and sea’s sake don’t harass this user, just report and block them.

[shiftingparadise]

heyyyy! it’s been a loooong while since my last request and i keep thinking about an enemies to lovers fic with gojo 🫠🫠 i mean like “i hate you. i hope you die a horrible death.” typa beat at the beginning.

i’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm, or if you haven’t watched jjk, so feel free to ignore this if that’s the case, i will completely understand^^ have a nice day<3

aaaa, I really loved writing this one. I'm sorry it took so long, but I was busy with school :(

I hope everyone's having a great day, enjoy reading 🤍✨

No warnings.

Word Count: 3100

“Yaga’s going to send me on a mission with him”, you let your head fall back. “Please Suguru, just kill me”. You earned a small chuckle in response, “I don’t understand why you two hate each other”. “And I don’t see how you could be friends with someone like him”. “He’s not that bad. I mean, he’s an arrogant piece of shit, but so am I”. 

For some reason, it felt as if the corridor to Yaga’s classroom kept expanding. Which was a good thing. You didn’t want to see that white-haired bastard.  

“You’re not arrogant, you’re confident. There’s a difference”. “He is the strongest sorcerer. His birth technically changed the balance of earth”. “I’m strong too, and smart”, jealousy flooded through your veins. “Y/N”, Geto stopped walking, “Don’t underestimate him. He may act foolish, but there’s more to him”. “Whatever, I’ll see you around”. 

You hated it when Suguru defended him. It was bad enough that they were best friends, he didn’t have to defend him every time you complained about Satoru. 

“Okay”, you closed your eyes once you saw the door to Yaga’s classroom, “Maybe he just wants to settle things with me and that idiot?”. 

“Nope, he’s going to send us on a mission together”. 

“S-shit”, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sudden presence behind you, “Asshole. I almost died because of you”. “Almost?”, he clicked his tongue, “What a shame”. “I’m not going on a mission with you”, you turned around, angry eyes staring into his blue ones. “As if I would ever go with someone like you”. “Excuse me?”, heat rose to your cheeks. “You’re selfish. You’d never sacrifice yourself for someone. Honestly, I don’t even know what you’re doing here. A sorcerer needs to protect others”. “What do you know about me?”, you shakily replied. “I know that you’re in love with Suguru”. “W-what?!”, your eyes wide open, “N-no, that’s not true!”. 

It wasn’t. He was wrong, but nonetheless, a cherry-red glow was left on your cheeks. 

“Stop it. Both of you”, Yaga opened the door, a stern expression on his face. “Sorry”, you mumbled. “Hm”, Gojo scratched the back of his head, “What do you want?”. 

Right. His disrespect for his peers never failed to amaze you. 

“Sit down”, Yaga nodded towards the wooden chairs. “Why?”. “Just sit down”, you angrily pushed your shoulder against your classmate, “The world doesn’t revolve around you”. “Actually-“. “Shut up”, you sighed as you sat down. 

“Gojo”, Yaga’s stern voice broke through the silence, “Sit down”. “I know you’re sending us on a mission together”, he lazily leaned against the wall. “That’s right”, Yaga ignored his disobedience as he turned to look at you. “Now, I know –“. “Not happening”. 

It was your turn to be disrespectful. Everyone knew how much the two of you despised each other. Was this some kind of joke? 

“Y/N-“. “Let Suguru hop along. He’ll be delighted”, you pushed your chair back, ready to leave. “If you two don’t go on this mission together, you’ll both be expelled”. 

“You think you can blackmail me?”, Gojo loudly laughed, “You guys need me”. “I’ll be expelled?”, you widened your eyes, “But I-“. “We know”, Yaga replied, “Just go on this mission together, and we won’t have to”. “Perfect”, Gojo smiled as he clapped his hands, “She gets expelled, I get to stay since you guys need me and-“. “Please”, you softly whispered, “I can’t get expelled”. “I don’t care”, he turned around, his hands childishly waving in the air, “My life will be a lot easier with you gone”. 

Yes, you hated him. Yes, you wanted to kill him for being so ignorant, but… 

“Please”, you lowered your head, “I’ve got nowhere else to go”. “I’m sure your rich family will happily welcome you back-“. “I don’t have a family”, your voice shaking, “If I get expelled, I’ll have nowhere to go”. “Huh?”, he tilted his head. “Satoru, just go on this mission with her”, Yaga pinched the space in between his brows, “It’s easier for everyone”. “Why do those old people from higher up want us to work together? I know this wasn’t your decision”. “I don’t know”, Yaga sighed, “Just do it”. 

---

“Let’s try to be nice to each other, shall we?”, he nonchalantly walked through the hallway, not caring to look at you. 

“Fuck off”.

 Why, out of everyone, did they send you on a mission with Satoru?

“You should thank me. All I know, is you’d be sleeping on the streets if I didn’t agree to go on this mission”. 

“You’re an asshole”, you stopped walking, “I hate you, and not because you’re arrogant, not because you’re always bragging about how strong you are, but because you’re heartless. You don’t care about anyone except yourself. You only ‘save’ people because it makes you feel good. You’re a self-centered idiot”. 

“And what do you know about me?”, he looked over his shoulders. 

“Easy”, Suguru’s voice tore down the dense atmosphere, “It’ll be nice”. 

God, why did he always have to smile? 

 “Nice?”, you turned around, eyes wide open, “Nothing’s nice with that idiot”. “I disagree”, he smiled as he slowly walked towards you two. “Dinner?”, Gojo ignored your insult. “Starving”, Geto smiled as he walked past you, softly patting your head. “He’s not that bad. You’ll see”, a soft whisper. “Hm”, you pouted, “See you”. “See ya”, Geto happily waved, “Oh, when do you two have to leave?”. 

“Tomorrow morning”, you placed your hands in your pockets, “Want to play UNO after dinner?”. “Don’t be a crybaby when you lose”. “I won’t lose”, you smirked as you turned around, “Later Geto”. 

“Are you in love with her?”, Gojo smirked. “No”, Geto coldly replied. “How can you be friends with her? She’s annoying”. “Why? Because she’s almost as strong as you?”, a smirk on Geto’s face. “She isn’t”, Gojo grabbed something from his pocket, “We’re the strongest”, he smiled as he put his shades on.                               

---

“Car’s not big enough for you?”, your angry eyes staring at him. “What?”, he coldly replied. “Your legs, could you spread them even further?”. “I always sit like this”. “I don’t care”, you angrily pushed against his knee, “I need some room too”. “Brat”. “Excuse me?”, your eyes studying his face. “You heard me”. 

One more word and his cheek would have a stinging, red glow. 

“You’re a brat”, you childishly replied. “We don’t have to talk”, he let his head fall back, “We’ll be there soon”. “Give me that”, you snapped the tablet from his hand, “Want to know what we’re dealing with”. “All yours”, a smirk on his face. 

Special grade curse? This must be a joke, right? You weren’t that strong and- 

“Why didn’t they send Suguru on this mission? I’m not that strong”, your heart dropped to your stomach. Your cursed energy wasn’t special, not like Suguru’s or Satoru’s. 

“Don’t know, but I’m not responsible for your safety”, he stared out of the window, “I won’t sacrifice the mission for your safety”.  

“Just worry about yourself, I’ll manage”, you quietly responded, a worrying frown on your face. 

--- 

“Hey”, his cold voice greeted your ears. 

You dreaded this moment. 

“Hey”, you walked past him. 

“Y/N?”. “What?”, you stopped walking, eyes glued to the painting at the end of the hallway. 

“I’m sorry”. 

Sorry wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. 

“I was just a kid-“. 

“You’re still a kid”, you scoffed back, “You only think about yourself”.

You waited for a response, for another sorry, but only silence filled the air. 

“Don’t worry. I’m only here to see Sukuna’s vessel”. “When are you going to accept my apology?”. 

“Accept? They expelled me because of you”. “But you got transferred”. “And I never saw Suguru again. I never got the chance to talk him out of it”. 

Why were you even explaining things? 

“You killed him. You killed your best friend”, a lump in your throat. “He killed an entire village, Y/N. He wasn’t the Suguru you used to know”. “I don’t care. You don’t give up on the people you love”. 

“He gave up on us”. 

He didn’t. Even if his motives were wrong, even if he did evil things… He wanted to make the world a ‘better’ place for the people he loved. 

“Goodnight, Satoru”, you wiped a tear from your cheek, “Always nice to see you again”. 

--- 

“What do you think?”, Yaga looked at you, his dark shades masking his eyes. “You made the right decision. He’s strong, even without Sukuna”, your eyes twinkling, “Can I train with him tonight? Just for research?”. “As long as he’s okay with it”, he lifted his shoulders. “That kid”, you nodded towards the dark-haired boy, “He’s strong too, isn’t he?”. “He has the most potential”, Yaga crossed his arms, “You don’t know who he is, do you?”. “I know. Thanks to his dad-“. “Yeah”, Yaga interrupted, “That’s him”. 

--- 

“So, you let him take over whenever?”. “N-no”, the pink-haired boy backed away, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “Does he talk to you?”, you tightened your grip around his jaw, your eyes studying every part of his face. “Y-yeah, he’s annoying”. “Can I talk to him?”, you eagerly asked.  “It’s too dangerous”, a stern expression on his face, “I don’t want to risk the safety of others”. 

“Don’t worry”.

Why? 

“Get out”, you slowly backed away, resisting the urge to turn around. “Come now, that’s my student”. 

He was smirking. You could feel it.

“Yuji”, his footsteps drew closer, “Let him out. I’m the strongest, you know that”. “B-but Gojo sensei-“. “Let him out”, he lifted his blindfold with his thumb. 

You didn’t want to see him, to give him some form of satisfaction, but… You were so curious, so fascinated… 

 “And I’m here too”, you softly agreed, “I’m strong too”. “She is”, Gojo happily smiled, “And smart. She’s the most highly paid researched in the sorcerer community. Her books are being used in every sorcerer school”. 

“Tsk”, you clenched your jaw. “She doesn’t seem to like you”, Yuji tilted his head. “That’s because we’ve got some history-“. “N-no! Not like that!”, you blurted out when you saw the look in the student’s eyes. 

“Let him out, Yuji”, Gojo smirked. 

“Okay”, the boy shrugged his shoulders before closing his eyes. 

Your heart was racing, your mouth dry… You were nervous. 

“That brat gave me 30 seconds”. 

“H-huh?”, you jolted, “H-his voice… The marks-“. 

“Sukuna?”, you slowly walked closer. “Long time I’ve seen someone this pretty. She yours?”, the curse widely grinned at Gojo. “Your time’s almost up”, Gojo smiled back, “It’s been a pleasure”. 

“W-wait!”, you tried to buy more time, but you could already see the marks disappear. 

“What did he say?”, Yuji shook his head, as if he tried to shake the curse away. “I’m never leaving this place as long as you’re here!”, you swung your arms around the boy’s neck, “I’m going to write so many books about you!!!”. 

“G-gojo sensei?”, the boy tried to ask his teacher for help, his cheeks glowing red. “Hey, she never hugged me”, Gojo loudly laughed, “Just enjoy it”. 

--- 

“So peaceful”, you sighed as you looked at the stars above you. 

You always loved the smell of a hot summer night. A clear sky above you, thousands of stars, the soft touch of grass underneath you… 

You were sitting in the middle of a park just outside Jujutsu high. It must’ve been 3 AM, but you didn’t care. This was worth it. 

What was this sudden feeling? This sudden eeriness?

“Right, I should’ve known better”, you slowly stood up. “I can never get a moment of peace”, you angrily mumbled. “Don’t hide. I know you’re here”, you wiped some dirt from your uniform. 

“Hide?”, a chilling voice greeted you. 

This wasn’t a normal curse. This was trouble. 

“Who are you?”, you widened your stance, one hand in your pocket. “Mahito, nice to meet you”, a tall figure happily walked towards you. 

“What do you want?”. “You. Dead”, a big smile on its face. “Try me”, you grabbed a bag of blood from your pocket. “Oh, blood manipulation. Interesting”, the curse scratched underneath his chin, “But then again, I already knew that, didn’t I?”. 

It knew? 

“Just like I know about your little accident years ago. Don’t you want to get revenge? Don’t you want to make him pay?”. 

“It was an accident”, your heart racing, “He didn’t mean for it to happen”. “Then why are you still mad at him?”, a fake confused expression on Mahito’s face. “You know it’s his fault. You know it’s his fault your body is covered in scars”. “He didn’t mean to”. 

It scared you how much doubt there was in your voice. 

“He did”. 

T-that voice-

“S-suguru?”, you turned around, your legs shaking. 

“Missed me?”, a smile on his face. 

He was dead-

“Suguru!”, you immediately ran towards him, your arms eagerly wrapped around his body. You didn’t care what he’d done. He was your friend. You two were inseparable- 

“S-suguru?”, tears in your eyes as you fell to the ground, a sharp pain in your side. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to die. We just need Gojo”, a disgusted look on Geto’s face as he looked down at you. 

“W-what-��, “Don’t worry”, Mahito’s happy voice interrupted, “I can heal you, and your scars”. “D-don’t-“

Why couldn’t you use your cursed energy? 

“You’ve been poisoned”, Suguru coldly added, “You can’t use any cursed energy”. “Why did you do this?”, your sight blurry. “Don’t worry. The Suguru you know is gone”, a smirk on his face. 

Right. The Suguru you knew would never do this. He’d never- 

“You aren’t-“, “What a smart girl”, he kneeled down. “Mahito?”, Geto brushed some strands of hair from your face, “She’s useless. Do with her as you wish”. 

“Get your hands off her”. 

For once, you were happy to hear Gojo’s voice. 

“Finally. Let’s see how strong you really are”, Mahito laughed. 

“S-satoru-“, darkness surrounded you, “Leave”. “Leave?”, a gentle smile on his face as he walked towards the curse, “I owe you one, remember?”. 

--- 

“Suguru?”, you slowly opened your eyes. “Ouch”, a chuckle, “I saved your life, you know?”. 

“Satoru”, you immediately sat up straight, “Where am I?”. “In your room. Shoko took care of you”.  “S-shit”, you grunted as you felt a sharp pain in your side. “Careful”, his hand immediately behind your head, “Shoto did what she could, but you need plenty of rest”. 

Normally you’d rather die than let that idiot touch you, but now it felt kind of reassuring. 

“Thank you”, you whispered, “If you weren’t there, I’d be dead”. “As I said, I owed you one”. 

You knew he expected you to ask what had happened after you passed out, but you didn’t want to know. Not yet anyway. 

“Got you these”, he took something from your nightstand, “They’re my favorite”.

Mochi?

“Thanks”, an unintentional smile on your face. “They’re not regular mochi, you know? I got these from-“, “I recognize them, Satoru”, you gently smiled, “Thank you”. 

“Y/N, listen”. 

What a strange sight. He actually seemed nervous. 

“I never meant to… I didn’t know”, he clenched his jaw. “I hate myself for what happened back then. For the pain I caused you”. “I know”, you softly whispered. “If I knew there was another curse, I wouldn’t have-“. 

“Where were you?”, a lump in your throat. “I don’t blame you, but I’ve been wondering why you suddenly disappeared after I exorcised the first curse”. 

“Flowers”, he mumbled as he looked at the ground. “What?”, you frowned. “I was getting you flowers”, his hand massing the back of his neck. 

“F-flowers?”, you widened your eyes, cheeks blushing. “I guess I was in love with you back then”, he cleared his throat, “That’s why I was such a jerk… I thought you loved Suguru and –“. 

Why was he cute right now? Gojo wasn’t the type of man to seem insecure and shy, but it kind of suited him. It was refreshing to see a blush on his cheeks. 

“When you exorcised that first curse, you seemed so proud”, a nostalgic smile on his face. “I never doubted you for a second, but you did. You always underestimated yourself, so… I wanted to celebrate. I had this stupid idea of buying you flowers and asking you out on a date”. 

“Satoru-“. 

You finally understood. You understood why you hated him all this time. Why you never got close to him. Why he was the one person who could get under your skin. 

“I know it’s silly”, he chuckled, “Please don’t tell the students I have a crush on you”. 

“Have?”, you repeated the words in your head.

“Ask me”, you quietly responded, “Ask me if I want to go on a date”. 

“H-huh?”, his blue eyes towering over his glasses as he looked over them. 

“Ask me”. 

You didn’t love Suguru, you never did. You remembered why you even tried to get close to Suguru in the first place. You wanted to spend time with Gojo. 

“Do you want to have dinner with me?”, his voice sounded raspy. 

“No”, you nervously smirked. 

“Do you want to go to the arcade with me?”, he smiled when he realized what you were after. 

“Nope”, you shook your head. 

“Fine”, he playfully sighed, “Do you want to order pizza and watch a movie?”. 

“Bingo”, you held out your thumb. 

Why was the room so cold all of a sudden? 

“Can I see?”, a dark expression on his face. “What?”, you frowned. “What I’ve done to you”. 

No. 

“You haven’t done anything to me”.  “I want to see, Y/N”. 

Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t run. 

“Okay”, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt. 

He was disgusted. He had to be. The dark scars on your stomach and chest, all the way to your arms… 

“I’m so sorry”, he lowered his head, a crack in his voice, “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you”. “Do you still think I’m pretty?”, your eyes hanging low. “No”, his digits slowly tracing over your scars. 

“Right”, you closed your eyes, “That’s fine”. 

“I don’t think you're pretty, " the sweetest smile on his face, “I don’t think there are enough words to describe how beautiful you are. You’re divine. A goddess. I’ve always thought so”.

Shit. You were blushing. 

“T-thanks”, you awkwardly responded, his nose brushing against yours. “Ask me”, he smirked. “W-what?”, you loudly swallowed as you felt his lips hovering over yours. “Ask me to kiss you”. 

“Kiss me, please”. 

[princessconsuela120]

the fall match up is pretty cool :33

but for me can it be southpark ty 🤗

zodiac: scorpio

personality: childish, dirty minded, quiet

Details: can't take anything seriously, horrible at emotions 🤷🏾‍♀️ loves music and gets no sleep whatsoever

PRINCESSCONSUELA’S FALLFEST EVENT🍂🧣🎃🍃

🍂 - Fall Matchup: Send in a few details about yourself, looks wise, personality wise, zodiac sign, hobbies and so on, and if you want add a preferred fandom as well. I will match you up with someone from my fic list and write a short Drabble to go with it!

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Ask and you shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I hope it does you justice! I’m all for the opposites attract trope, and based off your description I think this would be perfect. I feel like this would be a sarcastic witty duo that would play out PERFECTLY. I hope you enjoy!

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3AM IN THE MORNING, THAT WAS THE CURRENT TIME. Not that you were keeping track or anything, or that you've gotten to the point where each star sticker on your ceiling was another second you would count, but you had come to the realization that morning would be here soon. You weren't even sure if you could call it morning…wouldn't you need sleep for that?

You contemplated calling Kyle, maybe a total of ten different times that you picked up the phone before setting it back down and accepting the defeat. It was sort of crazy, the way your relationship worked. Almost polar opposites to a tee, minus the fact that you loved each other. Kyle was the type of boy who had a whole nighttime routine, and never missed his 10:00 bedtime that he administered himself. You however, tended to ignore the rules of science and see how long your brain could function on no sleep, being solely fueled by Tweek’s parents coffee.

Now, you knew you weren't sure if your dreariness was making this up, but you could have sworn you could hear the creaking of the old wooden floors outside your door. It must have just been your sleep paralysis demon coming to let you know school was upon you.

“Go away Phill, I'm not in the mood.” You yelled towards the door, Phill being what you named said sleep paralysis demon. You two had had far too many encounters to keep referring to it as a demon.

“Dang, not only did you get my name wrong but you told me to leave before you even tried the cup of tea I made you.” Kyle whispered, quietly pulling the door closed behind him to not disturb your parents. You quickly sat up from your bed, smiling widely at the ginger haired boy in front of you as you rushed to hug him.

“Careful, you dont wanna spill this, it's hot.” He teased, pulling away as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“What are you doing here? It's three in the morning?”  You asked, following as Kyle pulled you gently to sit next to him on your bed, handing you the mug of sleepytime tea he had brewed for you and taking a sip.

“Well, you know what they say, you can't fall asleep if someones thinking about you.” You looked at him confused.

“No, I didn't know they said that…who says that?” He shook his head, chuckling lightly at your cluelessness as he squeezed your hands.

“You know what? It doesn't matter. What does matter is that I am here, and we still have 4 more hours til you need to wake up for school.” he lectured, snuggling into bed as you finished off the tea, cuddling up to his side.

“Its-” you were cut off as you yawned, snuggling your head in the crook of his neck. “It's no use, I'm not tired.” you grumbled, slurring your words as you suddenly felt sleep wash over you the second Kyle began combing his fingers through your hair. He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he kissed your head.

“Oh yeah?” he asked cockily, and you barely could answer with the immediate sleepiness you felt.

“Hmm.” you replied, burying your face into his chest as you soon began to let out soft snores. Kyle chuckled lightly, careful not to disturb you as you slept.

“Not tired huh?” he mumbled teasingly, kissing your head before letting himself drift off to sleep with you. 

Okay, now maybe there were some instances where you could sleep. Instances where the child inside you felt safe and warm. Instances where your heart felt so full, you had to sleep off the weight it held in your chest. Instances where you couldn't help but be so in love, that you needed to fall asleep just so you could dream about Kyle. Especially when he played with your hair. The next morning you'd wake up and swear he put sleeping pills in your tea, but deep down you knew. You knew that the child inside you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.

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[steelthroat]

For the getting-to-know-you ask meme:

42. Are you a good judge of character?

55. Most used phrase?

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? (For what? You choose)

90. What makes you angry? (And hopefully more usefully, what do you do about it?)

Oooooh hayyy, sorry for the late reply but here it is at last

42: I think so, but more often than not I try to give the benefit of doubt if the judgment isn't positive... works 50% of the time.

55: oof so:

"Le pecore e le wacche" translation "sheeps and cows" I don't know how to explain this because it's a multilayered inside joke that requires A LOT of context ahahahh. It's funny to me tho

"That's what she said" (this never gets old)

"Slash their tires" for when people act like assholes

"Kinky~" (when my friends "threaten" me)

[Insert meme me and my best friend fixated on this week]

*insert dick joke here*

It's a terrible experience talking to me when you're a close friend of mine, it's either violence or sex-jokes ahahaha

57: okay let's say I either have to meet some friends or I have a party to attend:

My record it's 30 seconds (wear a shirt, jorts and boots)

3 minutes when I'm running late in the morning (wash up, get dressed black pencil under my eyes)

Or 30 mins or more if I want to be pretty but I've already prepared the things I have to wear

2 hours if I have to shower first and I have nothing prepared

90: many things make me angry not gonna lie... but like- varying degrees of anger. And usually I don't snap or have strong reactions unless it's a repeated offense. Like, loud noises, people repeating the same thing over and over, getting interrupted- these things make me angry but I first try to give heads up to the offenders.

The thing that makes me go feral is when someone sees insects just living their life around and starts killing them. I will throw hands for something like that, because that is absolutely vile.

I remember when i was 6 in elementary school it was recess or smt and I had caught a little cricket and I was watching it jumping around.

After one of its jumps I was just about to get it again and put it near the grass and set it free when a kid stomps on it and starts laughing in my face

(Everyone knew I liked insects and I tried to teach my peers not to be scared of them and how to get them without hurting them)

I started crying because WHAT THE FUCK? Why would you do that? Then I beat him up because I swear I've never hated someone more in that moment. That little cricket didn't deserve to die.

Another time something similar happened was when a kid tore a drawing of mine in half, I didn't beat that guy this time, but in hindsight I should have because he kept being horrible to me and everyone else... still is to this day, but now I just ignore him. It's not worth it.

So idk as of now I'm working on my anger because I do have a bit of an issue w that. I try to avoid things that make me angry and when I stumble upon them I try to keep it cool. But I am way less angry than I was a couple of years ago.

[x-authorship-x]

I guess to put more positivity around the whole commenting thing, I should share my experience as a commentor. Look, I write really long comments, pretty much exclusively because my adhd brain demands it. I've actually had to pre-write a comment to copy-paste, because I know I need to comment more but my really long comments take a lot of mental energy to compose, and even that ended up being a solid paragraph. (I actually really recommend people do that, so they can leave comments like "I absolutely loved this!" even if they don't have the spoons to type it out. As someone who is also a writer, I would be thrilled to get a comment like that!)

I have never, not even once, for any fandom, had someone who didn't appreciate them. I've had people who didn't reply - which doesn't bug me at all, I know it can take a lot of energy for authors to reply to readers too - but I've never had someone complain or get annoyed or block me. Most of the time I get either replies like "thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me ;w;" or "thank you, I'm glad you loved it so much!!" or a really long ones addressing some of the things I pointed out that I liked or was interested about.

I know some people have had bad experiences with it - which is horrible and I'm so so sorry to all of you it happened to, you deserved so much better - but I promise that the vast majority of people will love you for them (even other readers who are looking through the comments! I know I like reading everyone else's comments and lot of other people do too). And I say all this as someone who has been in fandom for 19 years, and been leaving multiple paragraph comments for just as long.

As with any other type of comment, just be positive, don't try to leave criticism unless the author explicitly invites it, and don't be demanding, and you'll be golden! Tell people what you liked, not what you didn't, because yeah it does hurt to get something negative like that, and chances are you didn't mean to discourage the author of a fic you like or make them feel bad.

I completely agree, I've never had a poor reaction to a comment I've left and it hurts my heart that others have 😩 so many creators are so discouraged by a lack of interaction with their work, I'm so disappointed in other creators - responding harshly to comments that are not mean spirited at all - for not just... Turning off the function if they don't want engagement! Dont put people down for enjoying your work!

My comments are usually riddled with emojis and swear words lmao but that's just what I'm like😅😅😅

That being said, I also don't expect authors to reply to me! Honestly, a lot of the time I actually forget what I've commented and when I did so, so getting a notification in my emails is always such a lovely little surprise 🥹

So, to my readers: please never feel like you have to limit yourself in my askbox or comment section. I am delighted by your delight, I am enthused by your enthusiasm, I love your love!

When I'm receiving comments... Hate is immediately deleted. Something I don't want, like solicited criticism, people who try to make me feel bad or guilty (and not in a "why have you done this😭❤️ that cliffhanger!!" way, dw i know the difference!) And people demanding that I write/update/change to suit them... even then, a comment I see as rude will probably just be deleted or I will intentionally ignore them (I don't get around to replying to everyone, so please don't automatically assume I've taken offence if you receive no reply!)

[naomikafka]

Chapter 13 - DIOCH

Eunseo sighed as she walked back to the wooded chair where Jimin and Jungkook sat, they were watching her in question.

"Where are they going?" Jimin asked as Eunseo took a seat next to Jungkook with Jimin opposite them.

"My queen lost one of her arrows. And Taehyung was helping her to find it."

She sighed.

"How could she lose it?" Jungkook curiously asked, paying all attention to her.

"I don't know, she thought she dropped it near the river or on the way yesterday. She had no idea." She sighed again, catching both guys' attention.

"Don't worry, Taehyung hyung might find it. He has sharp eyes."

She nodded as she glanced at the spot where they disappeared, she didn't realize she had a distress look and let out a really long sigh.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Jimin blurted out and made her cough almost immediately.

"W-What?! Wait What? Why should I? Why.. I mean she's my queen. I would never think..."

"Okay, relax! I was kidding." 

She let out a sigh of relief, his words stuck in her mind. What the hell… Am I jealous? No way she was over this long ago. She’s just worried.

She pulled up her sleeve and long pants, suddenly feeling hot.

"Noona, what happened with your leg?!" The youngest spats in shock. Jimin's eyes almost instantly followed jungkook's gaze. 

"Oh hell, you really have a big bruise there." Jimin's words make her quickly look down and find a really big bruise on her right leg. It looked so horrible, in deep purple.

Her eyes trembled in confusion and fear. 

Is it because she bumped into the rock in the river yesterday? But why did her bruise look horrible? She wondered.

"What happened Noona? Did you hit something?" Jungkook worriedly asked as his fingers came closer to touch her bruise. Once he made contact with her bruise, she slightly winched. 

"I don't know. I just saw it now. But I think I hit something in the river yesterday. It might be rock or something." She actually wasn't sure what hit her yesterday. She just assumed it was rock.

"Pull up your pants. Let me see it." Jimin ordered in concern. 

"Raise your feet and put it on this." Jimin  continued and slowly helped her to put her leg on the wood before them.

"Does it hurt?" Jungkook asked in worry when he saw Jimin pull her leg. 

"Noo.. I guess it's ok if you didn't touch it. It slightly stung when you touched it." She replied honestly. They became so serious it only made her more terrified but she tried to hide it, and didn't want to make them more worried.

"Are you really sure it's a rock that hit you? This looks so bad." Jungkook asked again.

"I actually had no idea. I think I just bump into something, it felt like a rock. I'm not really sure. It did feel stingy and I don't know if the bruise would be this bad." 

"Let me try to heal you.." Jimin softly said, carefully touch her leg.

"Okay.."

"Relax noona, take a deep breath." Jungkook soothed her, who looked so scared. She nodded and Jimin started to put his hand above the bruise and did the healing.

Eunseo felt her leg getting cold. They were silently watching the purple bruise slowly turning brighter and brighter, it made a thin smile creep out on their lips.

For about 5 minutes, Jimin tended to heal her wound until the bruise changed color from purple to blue. But the moment the bruise turned to blue, it couldn't fade anymore. A sweat started to form on his forehead, as his brow narrowed on the unchanged bruise. 

Jungkook and Eunseo frowned but didn't say anything, scared that they would disturb his concentration, until the next minutes, Jimin took a deep sigh and put down his hands.

"I don't think I can heal it anymore. Does it still hurt?" Jimin gently touched the bruise.

Eunseo does feel a little bit stingy but it was much less painful than before.

"Better than before." She smiled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why it won't work. But I promise I will help you until it heals." Jimin said softly, his face smeared with guilt.

"It's okay Jimin, Thank you tho for healing this. It was much better." Eunseo smiled and gave a squeeze on his hand that had been healing her before.

Jimin only smiled half-heartedly, he wished she didn't notice his worries in his eyes, guess he's right as he saw Eunseo just looking down, studying her bruises.

This moment he glanced at Jungkook who was already looking at him, noticing something was odd since he saw the bruise. Jimin nodded as he gave Jungkook a code, and he replied with a slight nod.

They knew something wasn't right and Jimin needed to tell Taehyung as soon as possible. So, he sent him a message immediately to Taehyung through a mind link.

Did you find the arrow? Where are you? I need to tell you something and hurry back here.

In a second Taehyung replied.

Yeah, still near the river, we are heading back. Is something wrong?

Promise me, you will be calm. Don't panic.

Did something happen to Eunseo? 

Tae..

Damnit Jimin, just fucking tell me! I'm on my way..

No, wait! I told you not to panic. I'll tell you but please stay calm because I don't want to make Eunseo suspicious because you will tell her yourself.

What the fuck happened Jimin? Just spill it! I'm calm. Shit I'm trying!

She had a bruise on her leg Tae, it's pretty bad. She told me she hit a rock yesterday in the river. But I don't think it was from a rock. I'm so sure it was a curse or something because hell I couldn't heal her. I couldn't make it fade away. You have to see it, maybe you could see what kind of curse is that.

I'm on my way.

Remember tae, please be calm.

And after that Taehyung didn't reply anymore.

"Did you tell Taehyung about this? I mean you were hurt yesterday." Jimin suddenly spoke, breaking the silence around them as Jungkook and Eunseo didn’t have a conversation when he was mindlinking with Taehyung. Jungkook quickly set his eyes on Eunseo.

"No.." She shortly answered, feeling guilt since she just broke her promises. But she didn’t know his leg would have this horrible bruise.

"You have to tell him. He might be disappointed if you hide this from him." Jimin softly said, but his words only stab her hurting heart more. 

"I know, I will. I just don't know if it will turn out this bad." She answered honestly. If she knew it would turn out like this, she definitely would tell him. 

"You sure it didn't hurt more right?" Jimin asked again, he’s so hopeless right now that he couldn’t tell her anything.

She nodded.

"Let me know if you feel any pain again." Jimin smiled painfully. And Jungkook couldn’t help but feel his heart being clenched. 

In the next minutes, Taehyung was coming back. His face was cold and blank, meanwhile Leah was panting like she's been running. Eunseo wondered what happened back there. She wanted to ask but she remembered she had to tell Taehyung other things. She rushed to them.

"Did you find it?" Eunseo asked as they got closer. 

"Yeah we did, it's near the riverside. I was right, it dropped once I put the bag on the ground." Leah answered in her tired voice. 

"That's a relief, you might lose its power if your arrow is not full." She mumbled only Leah to hear.

"Right.” And she giggled. 

Eunseo felt like Taehyung was still watching her and so she looked up at him, who had a distraught look. Leah soon noticed the atmosphere so she quickly left not before she gratefully thanked him which replied with only a simple nod.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked as soon as Leah left. This question seems like it has two reasons, one because she looked uncomfortable since they're back. And two because he definitely wanted to know if the bruise did nothing to her body.

"Actually, I really wanted to tell you something." Eunseo hesitantly said.

Taehyung was breathing in relief as he heard her words he's been waiting for.

"Wanna go somewhere?"

She nodded, and saw him giving his hand to take. She took it and he pulled her to his side gently, knowing she had a bruise in her leg. He felt guilty as he remembered what he did to her this morning. All he did was torturing her wounded leg. If only he knew.

"We'll go to the forest for a while. We'll be back soon." He yelled to his friends who’s watching them from a distance, still sitting in the woods. Jimin and Jungkook, who already knew the reasons, only nodded, watching them worry as they disappeared into the forest.

Taehyung silently watched how she walked. Wondering if her leg is really okay. She walked just normal, he had no idea if she tried to bear the pain or she's really fine.

"Look Tae, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. I thought it was only a small accident and it wouldn't turn out this bad." She stopped suddenly and turned to face him.

"What happened?" He asked calmly. Despite how impatiently he wanted to see her bruise so bad. 

"I bumped into a rock in the river yesterday and I got a bruise. It was pretty bad. But Jimin already healed it, so it didn't hurt anymore." She softly explained in hope Taehyung wouldn’t make a big deal about it, though it is impossible knowing how protective he is.

"Let me see it." He answered, still trying to be as calm as possible. 

She nodded, finding it a bit odd how calm he took this information. "Please don't freak out."

She pulled up her pants, revealing a dark blue bruise on her leg.

"The bruise is this bad huh?" His sharp eyes quickly found the bruise even without bending down. As soon as he saw the bruise, he couldn’t be calm anymore.

"Does it hurt?" He quickly averted his eyes on her.

"No.. unless you touch it." She shook her head, biting his inner cheeks.

Taehyung, biting his lips in worry. "Does it hurt so much if I touch it?" He suddenly bent down, as soon as his eyes met the bruise closer, his eyes widened in fear, he tensed at the sight and he hoped this was only a nightmare. 

"No.. not too much after jimin healed it was less painful." He heard her shaky voice as he gulped down all his fear knowing he should pretend it was nothing to worry about. He needs to be strong for his Eunseo. 

Noticing how tense and stiff his lover was, She knew something wasn't right. Remembering how terrified Jungkook and Jimin were, she already sensed something wasn't right.

"Is it bad Tae?" She bravely asked, wanting to hear the truth already. 

Taehyung didn’t answer. He couldn’t tell her. 

"I knew it, it's not just a bruise is it? I wonder why Jimin couldn't heal this, this must be not just any bruise. What is it Tae? Please if you know something. Tell me."

“I don’t know..” Taehyung stood up as he answered, his eyes not meeting hers. Eunseo looked at him, feeling betrayed. She knew he was hiding something and didn’t want to tell her. 

"I don't know what this is. But I promise I will figure it out soon." As if he knew what she’s thinking Taehyung said it all again. 

"Is it bad tae?" she trembled asking him. 

"No baby, I promise you're gonna be okay." Taehyung quickly pulled her in his embrace, softly caressing her long hair, putting his chin on her head. Trying to appear calm despite how terrified he was. His eyes shook in fear, he felt like his life was gonna crumble once again. He really wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. Not in front of her.

"Are you sure it's nothing serious?" She trembled in his embrace, making him tighten her grip on her petite body. He didn’t want her to see how he looked. So broken and scared.

He only nodded because he couldn't say another lie. He needed to speak to Namjoon. He didn’t want to believe it before he got confirmation from others. 

She's in real danger. And he was afraid he couldn't protect her.

At the same time he heard Jimin sent a message.

Jin comeback. We need to leave this planet soon.

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Jin was coming to bring them with their new ship they got from Jackson.

"I'm sorry, we took a long time to get this new ship. Jackson was nice, he was going to give us the ship without second thought. But their people were such assholes." Jin complained for the second time as he sat, ready to control this new ship that he got it with his blood, sweat and tears. 

"They won't give us the ship for free." He shook his head frustratedly, still couldn’t believe they made them do that. 

"What did they make you do?” Jungkook curiously asked.

"Drinking and dinner.." Suga answered for Jin, and in seconds both Jungkook and Jimin had their eyes popped out from their socket.

"You know we only drink water and eat those mushrooms and you guys were drinking wine and having an expensive dinner. Wow." Jimin sneered.

"You know we don't have any choice. We could only do whatever they wanted to build their trust, especially their mayor. If only you knew what happened, you wouldn't even want to come with us." Jin explained as he started the ship to fly away. He remembered people bringing them to the gambling place using them to take a guess for them, drinking shots and shots they couldn’t count, and many other useless things they did just for them.

"Yeah, he's the main problem. He kept asking us to do some crazy stuff. He even brought us to his house just to show us his toy collection." Hoseok sighed remembering the moment he really wanted to disappear. His house smelled so much of flowers but it’s too strong. He couldn’t breathe properly without feeling want to puke.

"And namjoon was gonna steal one." Suga chuckled as he pulled the gas to speed up the ship.

"What?! N-No.." Namjoon quickly defended, feeling betrayed that his friend suddenly targeted him even though he just stood still without saying anything.

He spontaneously glanced at Leah who was smiling, listening to their embarrassing stories, he felt his cheeks burned seeing how pretty her smile is.

Eunseo and Taehyung were in the bedroom, he was still comforting her that she’s gonna be okay and all her answers were only nodded. Until she told him she wanted to take a rest and she wanted him to leave her for a while. He offered to cuddle but she declined, saying she just needed a little nap. So in the end Taehyung got up from the bed, walking towards the door. He turned to her once he reached the door to give a little smile before turning the door knob. This time Taehyung made his way towards his friends. It’s time for him to talk to Namjoon.

"Hyung, can we talk?" Taehyung said in a weak state, Namjoon was surprised to see how he looked. Taehyung walked to the storage room as soon as he said it, not a second waiting for his hyung to answer him. Namjoon glanced at his friends, who were only staring at his leader in confusion and worry before he followed Taehyung. Their friends started to make a fuss about it once Namjoon followed him. Only Jungkook and Jimin who remained calm, their hearts started thumping so hard, didn’t like how it was gonna happen.

"What is it Tae, is there something wrong while we're gone?" He asked as soon as they were in the storage room. He’s getting worried and looking at how broken Taehyung's eyes were right now, it only pinched his heart. 

"Hyung, do you know about the black circle that is one of dominus powers?" Taehyung started with a weak voice.

"Yeah, it's a power he gave to his troops so they could spread the curse."

Hearing this, Taehyung's hand began trembling. 

It's her. She’s fucking did it. He knew the truth already but knowing another sickening fact from other people, it doubled his pains. He felt hopeless now.

"Eunseo, I think she got cursed.." He said softly, his deep voice already sounded weaker.

"What do you mean? Who cursed her?" Namjoon only gasped in shock.

"She had a bruise on her leg. I tried to look closely at her bruise and It’s exactly the same as the black ring." His voice getting weaker, he didn’t know if he could bear his tears anymore.

"B-Black ring?? How? I mean.. she always stayed with us. We never met Dominus or his troops." Namjoon muttered in disbelief as he came closer to him.

"Actually we met one of his troops." Taehyung continued as he looked up at his leader's eyes, who was hardly taking the information. 

"W-what? Where?" 

"When we were in Moa, my biggest enemy appeared. Laurie.." just remembering that moment, his hand curled up in a tight fist, if only he could kill a dead person he would kill her again and again to pay for what she did.

"Laurie is Dominus troops?" Namjoon whispered.

"Yeah hyung, I saw the symbol on her forehead when she died. Jungkook also saw it." Taehyung bit his lips, his tears almost came out so he looked up to blink away the tears.

"We fought with her and Jungkook killed her. But.. before she died she threw the black circle towards Eunseo and made her fall into the river. I thought I had crushed that black circle, because I saw it with my own two eyes, it turned to ash." 

"I really had no idea that it could possibly already hit her before I crushed it. I didn't know it was a curse."

"And I also had nightmares, Laurie kept saying, Eunseo is gonna die.." Taehyung couldn’t hold it anymore as he let his tears fall down, making the leader's heart tightened in a painful way. 

Namjoon quickly hugged his shoulder, ruffling his hair so tenderly as he spoke. "Oh No, Tae. You know it won't happen.. We won't let them kill her. We'll protect her."

"How hyung? How? At this rate I couldn't even trust myself that I could save her.. I'm scared."

At that moment Namjoon felt his mouth being stitched, and couldn't really say anything back.

[polygonal-trees]

I don't much like putting this stuff here but I need to get it off my chest and I don't want to use my main

today, after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to put some much needed distance between myself and somebody who used to be a very close friend. I don't want to cut them off completely but idk if pur friendship will survive

and the truth is that i don't even feel that bad about it because it really needed to happen.

what used to be a normal, happy relationship turned extremely toxic. there had always been ups and downs, but nothing that couldn't be talked through and overcome. or so I thought. in retrospect I wonder if I was just giving in and apologising to avoid conflict

but anyway, my friend has a long history of mental illness, including suicidal ideation. this is incredibly stressful for friends and family in its own right and I've weathered many sleepless nights, but it was worth it because I could help someone really important to me. more recently however, I feel like my friend was lashing out at their friends far more often and treating us really terribly

I don't want to go into detail but some stuff was said over DMs that was really horrible, and while I know it's a product of their mental illness, that doesn't make it any easier to deal with

and the fact is that I am also mentally ill. not in the same way or to the same degree, but I certainly don't have the mental or emotional fortitude to cope with that degree of stress, repeatedly, from someone I'm supposed to be able to trust and confide in. I went from enjoying my friend's company to constantly worrying that I was about to say or do (or not say or not do) something that would cause them to either shut down and storm off, or start saying some really fucked up and hurtful things

I've also never received an apology. I get that mentally ill people are expected to apologise to a ridiculous degree, but after all the fucking grovelling I've done I'd at least appreciate a fucking "sorry i hurt you"

anyway. we just got back from a short trip - me, them, and a third close friend - and apart from some of your standard travel troubles everything went really well. we all had a great time. and yet.

and yet.

it still ended with my friend storming out of the hotel late at night to stay elsewhere, because they 'didn't want to be around us'. no other explanation until the morning

apparently there were multiple contributing factors, but one of them was that I... didn't say thank you enough.

and good god that's just bullshit

being annoyed at me? fine. thinking I'm ungrateful? fine. but fucking refusing to spend the night in the same building as me?? I'm not putting up with that!!

even if I genuinely didn't say thank you enough (something i disagree with lmao) I have the right to be mildly dickish without worrying that it's going to cause a mental breakdown. I am not - and I cannot stress this enough - I am not mentally healthy enough to cope with that.

and to top it all off, the reason I may have seemed ungrateful or w/e is probably because I am currently going through a depressive episode. something my friend knew about, because I told them.

so to have them turn around and blame me for shit caused by my mental illness when their mental illness causes them to actively hurt people all the fucking time, is just another step too far. again, it's not their fault, but I think their mental illness makes them so self centered that they genuinely don't know how hypocritical they are. and that's not something I can fix

this isn't even the worst thing that's happened, but I know that if this is the result of an overall really good experience, then I need to jump ship before the next genuine crisis because fucking hell

anyway it's been a few hours since I told them I'm going to take a step back and I haven't read their reply yet because I know it's going to be rough lmao

(god but my message was so fucking kind as well, all 'i want what's best for you' and 'I'll treasure the memories'. I don't think they'll ever appreciate how nice i was being despite how hurt and angry i am)

but at the same time, I already feel better, and it turns out that several of our mutual friends have done similar (tho idk if they sent messages) so at least I feel supported and understood. it's just going to be tough moving forward because they were a very significant part of my life for a very long time, tho i know this was definitely the right choice

anyway, back to the robot posting. til all are one or whatever lmao

[demcnsinmymind]

You didn't have to be mean. All of this is n e w to me.

She probably considered his reaction to this 'mean' as well, but Lance couldn't keep a loud and harsh snort in anyway.

"Yeah. Well. It's nothing new for me. I've done a whole round of all of this before, so excuse me for being just a bit tired of all the craziness" he replied, despite everything else he'd said to her. And fuck. He knew it was probably a dumb idea. To be his usual stressed and on edge self around the only person in here who maybe could become an ally. But still. It was true. He was so goddamn tired of all of this.

Thankfully, she made it just a bit better when she told him the one thing he'd been telling everyone for months now, somewhat begging to hear it from them, too. I don't think you are crazy. Just like that, she'd managed to put a small smile on his face, his tired, yet intense eyes momentarily lighting and easing up a bit.

"Thanks" Lance muttered, and he really meant it. The moment of softness didn't last long though, because then, she suddenly started to cry. And oh great. Just fucking great. This was almost enough to push him right over the edge now. His eyes widening in shock, his breathing quickening, Lance was somewhat helpless against the avalanche of memories and images that immediately started to flood his already fragile mind.

Memories of her. Lying on that tunnel floor. Mouth covered in blood. Unable to keep walking. Sobbing. Begging to see her mom. Lance squeezed his eyes shut in a panic and shook his head almost frantically, but nope. There was no getting rid of those memories, those sounds Sasha'd made by the end. Followed by the absolute silence that had followed right after. When they took her while he'd been passed out from exhaustion. Waking up alone. To nothing but the quiet.

It was only the thought of that horrible memory that forced Lance to open his eyes again. Just so he could check that this woman, Gemma, was still there. Hadn't vanished into thin air as well, the second he opened his eyes again. Thankfully, she was still there. But the problem remained : she was still crying. Still asking so many questions. Just kept going and going, almost tripping over herself with everything she had to say. More than anything though, he was still hung up on her crying. Couldn't get his fucking head straight because of it.

And it was that, despite the fact that he did believe her, that just made her all...too much for him. He visibly startled at her mention of 'friends', squeezed his eyes shut once more, gritted his teeth, and shook his head.

"No. I'm sorry" Lance said, and truth be told, he really didn't know whom it was aimed at. Her, because of what he was going to say next. Them, because they too had almost been his 'friends' once. And that had gotten them killed. Taken one by one, with her last, to try and break him. He'd only so barely made it through that loss. His remaining sanity hanging by a thread. He couldn't take another failure, another loss.

So he kept shaking his head, kept his eyes closed, tugged his arms around his chest, turned his back on her, and got ready to start walking.

"I can't fucking do this. Sorry" he repeated, head still shaking shaking shaking.

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Hello dear!

I wanted to request maybe yandere Gyutaro or Yandere Akaza x male reader.

Whoever you feel more comfortable, the story would be the same, where he kills the reader's family and when he sees the reader cowering in fear, something blooms inside of him. He kidnaps the reader and forces him to live with Akaza/Gyutaro and it's forced love and all. Like Akaza/Gyutaro would cuddle him and even if the reader is fighting against his grip they won't let him go

And can you pls end it with some fluff, where the reader finally gives in and accepts his fate and kinda love him back

Have a great day

Sure, I'll do my very best on it 💙.

Yandere Akaza X Male Reader

It all happened in just a blink of an eye, at first you were in complete denial, thinking you were in a middle of a horrible nightmare, but it soon came to you that it was all real. Akaza had killed your family right in front of you in your own home, leaving you as the sole survivor, and he gave off a terrifying grin the moment he saw you.

You had nothing to protect yourself with, all you could do was curl into a ball while crying profusely for what he'd done to your family. Akaza then started to walk towards you while still giving off that same terrifying grin, he then stopped where you were and crouched down at your level, you quickly covered your face with your arms to avoid his gaze but he moved them away from your face before saying, "aww don't cry, you'll be safe with me now that you're mine," Akaza said before lifting his hand to touch your face while wiping your tears.

"Don't touch me!" You said trying to get away from the demon but he quickly grabbed your wrist, you struggled to get out of his grasp but you wouldn't budge, "you're not going anywhere M/N, you're going to live with me, forever," Akaza said before he gave you a painful blow to the head which made you unconscious.

*Time skip*

You then woke up in a bed with arms wrapped around your waist, it didn't took long for you to realize that the arms belonged to the same demon who'd kill your family and kidnapped you. You've struggled to get out of his grasp because you had no intention to stay in the bed with him, you thought about escaping and running away from the demon as fast as you can, but his tight grip around your waist instantly put that thought to rest. "You're finally awake," Akaza said before he smiled at you, "w-where am I?" You asked while shaking in fear, "you're home silly," Akaza said, "no I'm not, you've killed my family, but not me. Why?!" You asked while sobbing.

"It's because I love you M/N," Akaza said before he wiped off your tears, "y-you do?" You asked, "yes, and I would do anything for you," Akaza replied. "Then please, please don't kill no one else," you said you hugged him, he then hugged you back before saying, "I can't promise that M/N, but I will do my best, and I'm deeply sorry that I've killed your family," Akaza said. "I can't fully forgive you for what you've done, but it'll take some time for me to love you back," you replied, "I'll accept that," Akaza agreed. "I kinda feel sleepy," you said, "okay, sleep well my love," Akaza said before he kissed your cheek, you smiled slightly and you two then cuddled up before falling asleep.

A/N: hope everyone liked the story, this is my first Yandere Male X Male Reader story so I apologize if it's bad, but I'll my improve on my Yandere Male X Male Reader stories in the near future 💙☺️.

[the-original-skipps]

Omggg i really barely saw some mikey headcanons/scenarios here like i'm gonna cry 😭✨,,,, anyways is it okay if i request some scenario where reader is being bullied and harrassed but she don't tell mikey about it cause she don't want mikey to worry about her but then one day mikey saw it and he was furious?? like he saw reader's trembling body and she got hickeys made by her bullies? and everything is up to you just make angst and fluff ,,,, sorry it's longg 😭

Spoken Threats.

Warnings ⚠️: Bullying, violence, mentions of blood, sexual assault.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: Oh I've been waiting to write this and don't be sorry your request can be as long as you want. I've been thinking a couple days about this so here it goes! sorry for the grammar and spelling lol

"ーcchi"

"(Y/N)-cchi"

"(Y/N)"

You snap out of your daze, only to look up to see Mikey staring at you. His dark eyes locking straight onto yours, as if he’s trying to figure out your thoughts. He’s stopped walking and is awaiting for your answer. Only the light from the light post illuminating you both as Mikey walks you home. You sheepishly smile before apologizing, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” holding the straps of your school bag tighter. Mikey remains silent for a moment before straight forward asking you. “Are you okay?” Even if his expression did not show it you could hear a hint of concern in his voice. “I-I’m fine, just tired from school.” You reply hoping he doesn’t hear the stutter laced within. Walking a few steps forward “Come on!” you call out to him, with a smile on your face. “I see…” He replies his lips forming a tiny smile before stepping forward till he’s walking by your side.

Eventually, you both stop at the front entrance of your house. “Thank you for walking me home.” You thank him with a genuine smile on your face. Mikey returns your smile with his hands in his pockets.

"Good night, (Y/N)-cchi.”

“Good night, Mikey.”

You walk towards the entrance of your house one hand on the door handle. “Bye bye!” You smile and wave, only when Mikey sees you enter your home does he step back. He waves with a grin before walking towards the opposite direction you both came from. You step inside your home and shut the front door. Once you were in the safely of your own home, do you fall to your knees, your school bag dropping carelessly onto the floor. You could feel your body uncontrollably shake, raising your two hands to stare at them. You couldn’t tell him, about what was happening. You bite your lip as tears pool in your eyes. You couldn’t tell him about them, Yui and her minion of guys. How she would corner you at the back of the school, pulling on your hair as you sat on your knees while she viciously insults you and assaults you. Her minions laughing along, what could you do? You couldn’t fight back against three guys, you tried and you were glad Mikey did not notice the bruises that had formed underneath your long sleeved uniform.

You dreaded going to school the next day, knowing what would be awaiting you. You sluggishly button your school uniform, while the mirror reflects back the horrible bruises that have littered your arms and stomach. You hand lightly brushes against your skin only for you to wince and pull your hand away. They were the painful reminders your mind refuses to think about as it only causes more fear within you.

Putting your shoes on, you step outside beginning your walk to school. You were silent as you walked, more students appearing the closer you approach your school. As you were putting on your indoor shoes, you jumped back in surprise at the sound of your friend calling out your name. Yui blinks confusingly at you before greeting you with a smile “good morning (Y/N)!” Her light brown curls bouncing along as she spoke. Your eyes widen and your breathing quickens, “g-good morning…” you managed to stutter out, your back pressed against the shoe lockers. None of the students paying any mind to the both of you. Yui smiles before leaning towards you, “come to the usual place after school, I’ll be waiting…” she whispers menacingly into your ear skipping away with a wave of her hand. Your hold on your bag tightens as panic flushes through your veins. Her words echoing repeatedly in your mind.

.

.

.

Classes passed by in agony as your mind continues to think about Yui's words. None of the teachers words registered in your head. What was she going to do to you this time. You only prayed that it didn’t take long.

Students scatter as class ends as you slowly put away your notebooks and books into your bag, hoping to delay the inevitable. It wasn’t long until all the students left leaving you alone in the classroom with a shaky breathe you prepare yourself as walk towards the back of the school.

.

.

.

“What took you so long bitch?”

Yui immediately corners you to the wall as her sharp eyes glare into yours. “I-I" before you could even form a response she grabs you by your hair forcing you to kneel down. Your hands immediately reaches out to hers hoping she would let go. “What a bad girl, you’ve kept them waiting you know?” Your eyes immediately widen as you see three tall figures loom over you. Your breath hitches in your throat as Yui's minions menacingly smile while their eyes rake over your body. “P-Please no…!” You manage to stutter out as panic flood your body. Yui's smile only widens before she kicks you to the ground, the dirt and dust clinging onto your clothes as you wince in pain.

“Have fun boys.”

Immediately, the guy in middle jumps on you-pinning your arms to the ground. You feel your back hit the ground as your breath gets knocked out of you. “N-No stop..!” Yui let’s out an estranged laugh before pulling her phone out to record you. “Smile for the camera (Y/N)!” The guy towering over you descends upon your neck, harshly biting onto your skin enough to draw blood. You scream as you struggle to get loose only for a hand to cover your mouth, if only if you had been stronger-strong like Mikey then this wouldn’t be happening. The image of your strong boyfriend flashes through your mind as tears cascade along your face as you continue to struggle.

 Mikey…

In a flash, the guy above you was kicked away his body skittering before finally stopping-only for blood to ooze out of his nose and mouth. His body didn’t move anymore, simply lying on the dirt ground. Immediately all heads snap to a figure who had recently just appeared. The black jacket he was wearing and his blonde hair fluttering in the wind, his leg still raised in a kicking position before he lowers it down.

“W-Who the hell are y-you?” One of the two remaining guys questioned with fear in their eyes. You blink your bleary eyes as more tears fall, “M-Mikey…” you stutter out. Mikey remains silent as kneels before you, his face devoid of any emotion. He carefully pulls you up into a sitting position before draping his jacket over your shoulders. “Get him!” Yui calls out which snaps the remaining two guys action, causing them to run blindly towards Mikey with their fists pulled back. Before you could even blink, Mikey already has the two guys knocked out on the ground. “What just happened?” You knew your boyfriend was strong but this was unbelievable. It all happened in a flash.

Yui noticing that she has been outnumbered begins to tremble as her eyes land on Mikey. Mikey casually steps on the fallen bodies and approaches Yui until her back meets the wall, her phone clenched tightly within her hands. “Pleasー” Before she could utter the word a fist lands beside her head. In shock, Yui drops her phone. Mikey slowly pulls his fist away from the wall, leaving a crater in its place, remnants of the wall crumbling. Then he stomps on the phone laying on the ground crushing it to bits. “You’re lucky that I don’t hit girls…” Mikey stares down menacingly, his eyes devoid of any light. Yui could only cower as she begins to cry, mumbling incoherent apologies.

“Mikey, s-stop!” You manage to utter out as you try to stand, wincing in pain. You never seen your boyfriend like this, it was as if he was a completely different person and that scared you. “Mikey please..” Your eyes once again welling up with tears as you limp towards him. Before wrapping your shaking arms around his waist, placing your head on his back.

“P-Please…”

After a few moments of silence, Mikey finally speaks to you his back still turned towards you. “I came to pick you up but I couldn't find you then I heard your scream. I'm sorry I couldn’t protect you (Y/N)….” You buried your face further into his back, your tears wetting his shirt. “T-Thank you, for saving me…” You pull away as Mikey turns around to face you, an unexplainable emotion within his eyes. “Thank you, for saving a weakling like me...” You gently smile your glistening eyes meeting his. “You’re not weak!” Mikey exclaims as he carefully takes your bruised hand with his bloodied hand. “Not to me...” With his other hand he wipes away the blood on the corner of your lips.

“Let’s go home (Y/N)-cchi.” You nod as you both pull away from each other. You walk ahead picking up your dirty school bag, noticing how dark the sky has gotten as Mikey follows behind you then abruptly stops making sure you’re away from earshot, his head turning back to face the forgotten crying girl behind him.

“Next time you ever think of hurting her, I'll kill you…”