#(and still he insisted on not ignoring me😔😔)

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

varric's death is actually great for the rook!addie agenda

[aroaceofthesea]

Do you guys ever. Keep meeting the same person randomly for like a week and then go months without seeing them? Even tho you havent changed what you do and they have no reason to either?

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“wonwoo,” you whisper, nudging his ankle with a sock-clad foot. “wonwoo, wake up.”

he grunts and mumbles something unintelligible, before his lips part and he lets out a soft snore. his hair is a mess—probably because he never seems to stay still when he’s asleep. you reach out and gently trail a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“wonwoo,” you try again. he shivers involuntarily. “baby, darling, light of my life. sugarplum. rubber duck. love boat.”

“i’m going to break up with you if you call me that again,” your boyfriend finally says, opening his eyes and squinting at you. you grin. he sighs, though it’s not a weary sound. more fond than anything else. loving, in the way only jeon wonwoo is. “what do you want?”

you lean over him, elbow brushing over his chest, and try to switch on the lamp placed on the bedside table. fumbling for the switch, you flick it on and blink when the room floods with soft amber light. you kick the duvet off of wonwoo’s legs, ignoring his startled huff.

moving back, you place both arms on either side of wonwoo’s head and hook a leg over his waist. his hands come up to grip your sides. despite his sleepiness, he smiles up at you—a slow, lazy one, the kind he gives you when he’s happy and content. it brings a smile to your own face.

“i want ramen,” you say in response to his question. “i’m really hungry.”

“really?” 

“really.” you nod.

his thumb rubs circles on the part of your hip where your shirt is ridden up. “and you couldn’t make it yourself?”

“you make ramen better than i do.”

“it’s literally three steps,” wonwoo says, amused. “it’s packaged food. it tastes the same regardless of who makes it.”

“it tastes different,” you insist. “please?” 

he laughs, chest rising with the movement. “okay, okay. if you say so.”

“thank you.” you bend down and kiss the corner of his mouth. “you’re the best. i’m the luckiest person alive, i swear.”

“flattery gets you nowhere,” wonwoo says, but when you clamber off the bed, he follows you to the kitchen after grabbing his glasses.

and there’s something so tender about this, so fragile, a delicate sort of thing that you will cherish and protect with your life—something special about cooking and eating ramen at midnight, specifically with him. 

it tastes different.

author’s note — wrote this because i was craving instant noodles last night at 2 am. unfortunately i did not have a jeon wonwoo to cook them for me & i didn’t have any ramen left at home 😔

[beloveds-embrace]

Omg the dukedom sick reader was amazing. I'm so addicted I just love the thought that they are now realizing how far the relationship with the reader has gone. Will the reader recover? If they do, will the wound (is it on the leg?) be a constant reminder (if its something noticeable, like limp when they walk?) to the guys of what they did.

I really like the fact you put Kyle's perspective in there, how do you think the rest of the guys will react to the reader. Idk I just image a pale, malnourished person. Their face having dark circles around the eyes and just a somewhat sunken in face because of the fact they weren't eating.

How do you think the guys will try and make it up to the reader? I feel as if after that experience of being left in their room to rot, basically, they would want to be outside more, not in the manor. I see John having like a HUGE conservatory or greenhouse of plants that he used to visit just not anymore and just has his workers take care of all that with a courtyard.

I'm sorry for putting a lot

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@nes-kopi Thanks to all of you!! I combined the answer to these all together because they are pretty much in the same wavelength, i hope no one mind 😔 linking still doesn’t work otherwise i would be linking the masterlist ueueueueue dukedom masterlist au first part

The manor was eerily quiet, but not the kind of quiet that soothed. It was oppressive, heavy, pressing against you like a weight you can’t shake. The warmth of the fire in your chambers, the softness of the freshly laundered sheets, the smell of fresh flowers arranged by the maids who now came by regularly- it all felt like a mockery. A sharp contrast to the months of cold, desolate silence that had left you here: numb, broken, and hollow.

The room was silent, save for the faint creak of wood under your weight as you shifted on the bed. The prosthetic, heavy and foreign, rested against the edge, and you stared at it with a detached sort of hatred. It wasn’t the prosthetic itself; it was what it symbolized- what you had lost, what they had taken from you without even trying.

Your body ached constantly, even after so long spent under the doctors’ care.

Your heart ached more.

The warmth of the room now- the fire, the clean sheets, the gentle glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the newly opened curtains- did nothing to thaw the frost that has made itself a home in your chest.

They were trying now. Oh, they were trying. Even if they couldn’t bring themselves to look at you in the eye anymore, though you weren’t surprised; you look… horrific. You’ve been avoiding the mirror on purpose for a good while now.

You aren’t sure what is worse; the way they ignored you before or the way they hover now.

Every step you took was a struggle. The prosthetic leg strapped to your stump was heavy and awkward, the chafing unbearable at times. Its mere existence, its mere need, alone was enough to make you balk more often than not.

But you refused their help.

When Simon silently appeared at your side during your attempts to navigate the stairs, you waved him off. When Johnny offered his arm to steady you as you crossed the garden, you shook your head. When Kyle insisted on helping you carry things, you snapped at him to leave you be. You were trying to not rot away again, yet they were making it incredibly bothersome.

And John… John lingered the most, his piercing gaze trailing after you like a shadow. His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it, his every word laced with regret. A tone never, in your entire life, aimed at you.

You wondered if he was sincere. You wondered if it even mattered if he was.

“Let me help you, Duchess.” he said one morning, watching as you struggled to tighten the straps of your prosthetic. You have not called for any help from the maids or anyone even if they lingered, and you weren’t about to ask help from him of all people.

König would’ve helped-

“I don’t need your help.” you bit out sharply, your fingers trembling as they worked against the stubborn leather. You refuse to depend on him, especially for this. Why would you trust him, or any of them, after everything?

His jaw tightened, and he knelt before you, his large hands carefully prying yours away. “Please,” he said, his voice cracking. For once, he wasn’t a presence larger than life. “Let me. Just this once.”

Your instinct was to pull away, to snarl that it was too little, too late. But the exhaustion won. You sat back in the chair, your arms limp at your sides, and let him finish securing the straps. You wished you could feel anything except for the numbness and misery that has been clouding you for so long, but you couldn’t.

His hands were gentle, his fingers brushing against your skin with a reverence that made your chest ache.

Why did it take this much for them to care?-

They tried, in their own ways, to make amends.

Johnny started bringing meals directly to you, ones that catered to your preferences. He’d sit quietly at the edge of the room, cracking jokes or humming soft tunes, never leaving until you’d taken at least a few bites. The plates are always so well-decorated, the food so well cooked, not a single spot burnt or undercooked.

Kyle began organizing the staff, ensuring your chambers were kept warm and your belongings were arranged just how you liked them. He even replaced the stiff linens with softer ones and left books on your bedside table that he thought you might enjoy. You touched none of them.

Simon never said much, but his presence was almost constant. He became your silent sentinel, appearing whenever you struggled, watching over you from a distance. He didn’t speak often, but his eyes held a kind of quiet guilt that spoke louder than words but you decided that just this once, you’ll defean your ears.

And John…

John was everywhere. He lingered outside your door at night, the faint creak of the floorboards betraying his pacing. He watched you with an intensity that made your skin crawl, not out of fear but because you couldn’t reconcile this man with the one who had left you to rot. You had nothing to say to him. You barely had the strength to refuse his help attempts already.

The days blurred together, each one a series of numb moments punctuated by pain. The servants were more attentive now even without Kyle, but you couldn’t bear their pitying looks. The maids still whispered, though the words had changed:

Poor thing. How awful.

You avoided them all.

The manor felt smaller somehow, its walls closing in no matter where you went. You found solace in the gardens- when the weather allowed and you had the strength to navigate the terrain. The cold didn’t bother you anymore; it was the one constant, a reminder that you were still alive, still breathing. Unfortunately.

They watched from the windows sometimes, their gazes following as you limped across the grounds. You didn’t acknowledge them.

Something in you broke when the doctor told you you had to stop those trips for now, for your own health. Like the miserable thing you are, he didn’t even say it to you- but to John. Told him not to let you dilly dally around.

That very same night, after you’d spent hours pushing yourself to the brink- trying to walk farther, faster, to prove you could, even as the prosthetic left your stump raw and aching anew- you collapsed into bed, trembling with exhaustion.

You thought you were alone.

The tears came before you could stop them, hot and bitter as they slid down your cheeks. Pain radiated through your leg, your shoulders, your back. But worse was the weight in your chest- the overwhelming suffocation of it all.

You buried your face in your pillow, trying to muffle the sobs that wracked your body. You didn’t hear the door creak open, didn’t see John standing there, frozen in the doorway.

He stayed there, his fists clenched at his sides, listening to your muffled weeping. His chest ached with the knowledge that this was his doing; that every single tear, every shuddering breath, was because of him and the others.

When your cries finally quieted, exhaustion lulling you to a peace-less sleep, he stepped back, closing the door as silently as he’d opened it.

Several days later, he personally led you outside.

You didn’t ask where you were going; you didn’t have the energy. When the massive glass conservatory came into view, you stopped, your breath catching in your throat. Were those… your favorite flower as well?

“I had this built for you,” John said, his voice low, hesitant. “I thought… after everything, you might want a place of your own. Somewhere to breathe.” Somewhere you can stay and walk around in.

The conservatory was beautiful, filled with lush greenery, colorful flowers, and a gentle bubbling fountain at its center. The glass walls let in streams of sunlight, and the air inside was warm and fragrant. This must’ve been in the process for a while now.

You stepped inside, your prosthetic clinking softly against the stone floor, yet you didn’t hear it. The beauty of the place was overwhelming, almost unbearably so.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” you said, your voice trembling. It didn’t, truthfully. It didn’t bring your leg back, it didn’t wash away the dark cloud clinging to you. It didn’t wash away the pain.

“I know,” John murmured, his gaze fixed on the ground. His shoulders were slumped. “But it’s a start. You deserve something… beautiful. Better. The gardens brought you peace, and I can hope that this does the same.”

You turned to find Johnny, Simon, and Kyle standing behind him, their expressions a mixture of hope and guilt.

“We’ll keep trying,” Kyle added softly.

You stared at them, your chest tight, the weight of your pain and exhaustion threatening to crush you.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.” you whispered.

“We don’t expect you to,” Simon’s voice was quiet. “But we’re not going anywhere. We’ll be here for you regardless.”

“…don’t expect this to change anything.”

John’s voice was so painfully soft, but you didn’t notice. You were limping towards the flowers, gait uneven but determined. “I don’t.”

That night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the memory of the conservatory lingered. It was a reminder of what could have been—of what you might have had if they had tried sooner.

You still didn’t trust them.

But part of you, the part that still remembered what hope felt like, wanted to.

[slytherinshua]

WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME ?

genre. fluff. warnings. gunwook's a lil tease and lots of kissing. mention of superman gunwook cosplay (very much needs a warning). pairing. gunwook x fem!reader. wc. 739. request. no. a/n. we did it guys we're finally writing for zb1???? i never thought this day would come 😔

“Ugh, get off me.” You groaned, attempting to shove your boyfriend off of you, but failing miserably. Gunwook seemed deaf to your plea, and only tightened his grip on you, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“No, I’m tired and you’re comfortable.”

You let out a loud over dramatic sigh, glancing down at your boyfriend who easily covered your entire body. He was significantly taller than you.

“Do you have to lie right on top of me?” You asked quietly, sneaking a hand into his hair since you had such easy access.

“Yes.” He mumbled into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Minutes passed by in silence as you continued to scroll through your phone, making peace with the situation. Gunwook seemed a little too quiet, though, and you looked back down at him. He was all curled up comfortably on top of you, legs tangled with yours, arms tightly holding onto your waist. He looked so peaceful.

“Are you asleep?” You whispered, poking his cheek. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip on you and shaking his head.

“Not yet.” He lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with you before winking smoothly, which made you scoff and look back to your phone. 

He frowned, “Why are you ignoring me? You’re probably just going to go watch edits even though your boyfriend is right here.” He complained. His former tiredness seemed to have slipped away.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He insisted, “You were watching them earlier. You even searched them up.”

“I did not! They just show up on my feed.” You knew that you would ultimately lose in this battle, but you were determined to defend yourself for as long as possible. The truth was you had been watching edits of Gunwook on purpose, but who was to blame you? He was the one who had dressed up as Superman after all.

“It showed up because you’ve searched for them before.” He giggled against your neck. Your lips tugged upwards just slightly, endeared by his every mannerism. But you wouldn’t give up this easily. Gunwook had you wrapped around his finger, but your pride was still at stake.

“I only watch them because you would sulk if I scrolled past them. They’re not even that good.” You rolled your eyes to further sell your disinterest in the topic.

“I saw your saved folder.” He whispered, mouth right next to your ear, practically kissing it. Your eyes widened as your fingers slipped and your phone dropped. It landed on Gunwook’s back, and he let out a small “ow”. You had no time to apologise verbally, only rubbing your hand quickly over the spot your phone had hit. 

“You did not see the folder!” You panicked, trying harder again to push him off of you. You cursed him in your mind for being so dedicated to building muscle at the gym with Matthew. He was too heavy for you to even budge.

“Just admit you like watching the edits, and I’ll get off.” His lips lifted in a mischievous smile. 

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut as you mulled over your two options. Continue to deny and keep your pride, or admit to it and endure his teasing. 

“Fine. I guess I do occasionally watch them.” You confessed, rolling your eyes as he let out a satisfied giggle.

“There. Was that so hard?” He beamed at you, finally crawling off your body to lie down on the other side of the bed.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, rolling to your side, facing away from him. You had about 30 seconds of peace before you heard the sheets rustling as Gunwook scooted over to you again, lying his head down on the pillow as close to you as possible.

“Go away.” You urged, keeping your attention off of him for as long as possible— which was extremely hard, especially when you could still smell the shampoo on his hair from his shower earlier.

“Never.” He vowed, an annoyingly cute giggle escaping his lips and breaking every ounce of your willpower to continue to ignore him. You turned around, not wasting a second before peppering kisses all over his face. His laughter was uncontrollable and extremely contagious, and soon, you ended up on top of him, collapsed from your attack of kisses. You hugged his waist and buried your head in his chest, mirroring the exact same position he had been in minutes before.

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[deezee112]

The worst ending 2 : A Laugh Too Far

The worst ending 1 | The worst ending 3

Yandere!Ace Trappola x GN!Reader

A/N : Hello! Thank you for sticking with this second installment of the series! I'd like to say that this episode is a little better for me, but it's still a little bit too much 😔 But I will try my best at the end of the next chapter. Enjoy reading this chapter!!

Warning : This story contains themes of emotional dependency , psychological strain , accidental death , and overwhelming guilt. , A soft yandere.

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@iris-arcadia

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You tilted your head, considering the name carefully. The doll before you blinked its sharp amber eyes, a mischievous glint already visible in its eerily lifelike expression. Something about him seemed playful yet challenging a troublemaker waiting to be unleashed.

“ I’ll name you Ace ” you said finally, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

The doll smiled back, wide and crooked, as if approving of you choice.

From the beginning, Ace was different. Where other children or dolls, as you reminded you self in the early days might show tentative affection or shy obedience, Ace was bold and irreverent.

“ Why do I have to learn math? ” he whined one afternoon, slumping against the couch with exaggerated dramatics.

“ Because it’s important ” You replied, your voice firm but tinged with weariness.

“ Important for what? I’m not planning on becoming an accountant ” he shot back, grinning cheekily.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “ You’re going to drive me insane, Ace. ”

“ That’s the goal ” he said, leaning closer with a sly smile.

Despite his antics, you couldn’t help but feel a grudging affection for the boy. Beneath his teasing exterior, Ace had a charm that was hard to ignore. He was quick witted and curious, always testing boundaries but never pushing too far at least, not at first.

But as Ace grew, so did his confidence. He loved pushing you buttons, watching you react with exasperation or an occasional smirk.

“ You love me. ” he’d declare smugly after one of their verbal sparring matches.

“ Don’t flatter yourself. ” your reply, rolling you eyes.

But deep down, you know he was right.

You relationship was a constant tug of war between irritation and affection. Ace’s teasing could be relentless, but it was always accompanied by a boyish grin that made it impossible for you to stay mad for long.

“ You're so annoying. ” you said one evening as he stood behind you while you cooked.

“ Annoying? I prefer ‘charming’ ” he quipped, snatching a piece of carrot from the cutting board.

“ You’re lucky I don’t chase you out of this kitchen. ”

“ You wouldn’t do that. ” he said confidently. “ You’d miss me too much. ”

You shot him a glare, but there was no malice behind it. Ace was infuriating, yes, but he had become an integral part of your life.

As Ace grew older, his teasing took on a sharper edge. He still smiled and laughed, but there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn’t been there before a possessiveness that made you uneasy.

One evening, as you sat on the couch watching a movie, Ace suddenly turned to you.

“ Why do you work so much? ” he asked, his tone unusually serious.

You blinked, caught off guard. “ Because I have to. That’s what adults do. ”

“ But you’re always tired. ” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “ You should spend more time with me instead! ”

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. “ You’re clingy, you know that? ”

His expression darkened slightly, but he quickly masked it with a grin. “ Only because you’re my favorite person. ”

It was an ordinary day, one filled with the usual back-and-forth banter between you and Ace. You was preparing dinner , humming softly to youself , while Ace lounged at the kitchen table , spinning a knife absentmindedly between his fingers a habit that always made you nervous.

“ Ace, put that down before you hurt yourself. ” you said without looking up.

“ I’m not a kid anymore, y/n.” he replied, his tone teasing but laced with something heavier.

“ You’ll always be a kid to me. ” you retorted, glancing at him with a smirk.

He grinned, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes something vulnerable, almost desperate.

“ Do you mean that? ” he asked quietly.

“ Mean what? ”

“ That I’ll always be your kid.. ”

His smile faltered, and for a moment, he looked like a child again uncertain and scared. But the moment passed quickly, and he leaned back in his chair, his usual cocky grin returning.

You paused, you hands stilling as you turned to face him fully. “ Of course, Ace. You’ll always be my little troublemaker. ”

“ Good... ” he said.

It happened so quickly that you barely had time to process it. One moment, you was teasing Ace about his messy handwriting as they sat together at the table. The next, he was holding the knife again, flipping it between his fingers like a dangerous game.

“ Ace, stop it. ” you said, you voice sharper than usual.

“ calm down, I’ve got this ” he replied, laughing.

But in his attempt to show off, the knife slipped from his hand, spinning through the air. You didn’t think you just reacted, lunging forward to catch it before it hit the ground.

You caught the blade, but not by the handle.

The sharp edge sliced through you palm, and you gasped in pain, dropping it immediately. Blood pooled in you hand, dripping onto the floor.

“ y/n! ” Ace’s voice was high-pitched with panic as he rushed to you side.

“ I’m fine.. ” you said through gritted teeth, though you face was pale.

“ No, you’re not! ” he said, his voice trembling. He grabbed a dish towel and pressed it against your hand, his movements frantic.

But in his panic, he didn’t notice the chair leg behind him. As he tried to steady you , he tripped , pulling you down with him.

Her head struck the corner of the table with a sickening crack.

“ y/n..? ” Ace’s voice was shaky as he knelt beside you. “ Hey, wake up. This isn’t funny! ”

You eyes fluttered open, but you gaze was unfocused. Blood trickled down the side of you face, staining you hair and pooling on the floor.

“ Ace.. ” you whispered, you voice weak.

“ I’m here. ” he said quickly, his hands shaking as he cradled you head. “ You’re gonna be okay. I’ll call for help. Just—just stay with me.. ”

You gave him a faint smile, you fingers brushing against his cheek. “ You’re such a troublemaker. ”

“ Stop talking like that! ” he shouted, his voice breaking. “ You’re gonna be fine! You have to be fine! ”

Your hand fell limp, and Ace’s breath hitched. “ No. No, no, no, no! ”

Tears streamed down his face as he clutched you close, rocking back and forth. “ I didn’t mean it! ” he sobbed. “ I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to notice me. To love me. ”

You didn’t respond. you chest no longer rose and fell.

“ y/n… ” His voice cracked as he buried his face in you shoulder. “ I’m sorry. Please come back. Please… ”

Ace sat alone in the dimly lit kitchen, you blood still staining the floor. The knife lay where it had fallen, mocking him with its cold, unfeeling presence.

“ I didn’t mean it.. ” he whispered to himself, over and over, as if the words could undo what had happened.

But no matter how many times he said it, you wasn’t coming back.

He looked down at you hands, trembling and stained with you blood. “ You were the only one who cared.. ” he murmured, his voice hollow. “ The only one who put up with me. And I…I ruined it. ”

Ace never left the house after that day. He couldn’t bear to face the world without you, the person who had been his anchor, his guide, his everything.

The laughter , the teasing , the arguments they were all gone. And in their place was a crushing silence that Ace couldn’t escape.

“ You were right... ” he said one day, his voice echoing in the empty room. “ I am annoying. ”

He laughed bitterly, tears streaming down his face.

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hello Can I do a request with all the pjo characters (but Percy x reader) singing of key « I will rescue you »

Because is isn’t in a good place. Please

i will rescue you .☆ . ° .

— percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings: allusions to anxiety, anguish, post-traumatic stress, all this bad feelings frfr, small discussion but don't worry, there is comfort in the end. a/n: helloooo, here you are, lady. i hope it's what you had in mind (or at least something close to it 😔) thank youu for visit me on the requests, I send you kisses and love from Neptune, frenchie girlie🩵

The sound of the earring brushing against you made you shudder. You inhaled. 

The metallic clashes drilled into your ears, the desperate screams made your skin crawl.

 — This isn't real, this isn't real — you murmured, partially closing your eyes, static as if anchored to the ground with thousands of stones tied to your ankles.

Why was putting on an earring so difficult?

The screams echoed in your head, was it happening right now? The blood and its iron smell churned your stomach, you no longer wanted to experience it. 

The sensation of your lungs burning for air made you react, you blinked tensely and exhaled. 

The tinkling of the earring falling broke the suffocating silence, and your body tensed as anger invaded you. A glance at your reflection betrayed your exhaustion in the mirror, worsening your mood, and before losing your composure, you held your breath to avoid letting out a scream.

1… You pressed your lips and eyes. 

2… You dug your nails into the fabric of your dress, wanting to tear it off. 

3… You opened your eyes and searched for the earring, still frowning. 

The footsteps echoing on the wooden floor stopped meters before reaching you, and you heard an almost inaudible grunt as he crouched down. You didn't care, you kept searching on your own. You had to figure it out yourself.

 — Are you looking for this, miss? —  He replaced your view of the floor with his hand, and once he extended it, the jewelry sparkled in his palm. 

Tension concentrated in your jaw as you snatched it abruptly, making Percy recoil with evident confusion on his face.

 — Is something wrong? —  You huffed and tried again to put the earring through your ear-piercing, ignoring your boyfriend. Inside you, there was a voice asking the reason for your attitude, but still, you decided to drown it out and bury it deep in your mind. Everything bothered you, the way you looked, the stupid way the clothes felt, you felt like if you breathed it would be the last time.

  — Hey… ��  He called again, and you watched him approach through the mirror. Percy let the corners of his lips drop to the point of forming a pout. He felt a pressure in his chest seeing you so upset. Immediately, he knew he wanted to help you, but he didn't know how. 

His hands gently squeezed your shoulders, forcing you to relax them, and he hugged you from behind timidly, giving you an incredible lightness in your heart, wanting to hug him and cry in his arms. 

The boy still hesitated if his touch bothered you, but he couldn't see signs of it, so he ventured to kiss your neck and snuggle into its curve. 

His eyes looked at you like when a Golden Retriever did something wrong, and you felt guilty because he hadn't done anything and still succumbed to your hostile attitude. 

You clenched the edge of your jacket until the blood disappeared from your knuckles.

He was the perfect boyfriend and you a troubled bitch who seemed to depend on him to feel better. That thought made your blood boil, and you shook Percy off you again, without caring about the force with which you did it.

His turquoise green eyes watched you with affliction. The more you wanted to protect him from your rudeness, the more you hurt him.

  — Is something wrong? —  He insisted, despite the knot in his stomach, keeping calm in his voice. He knew well that getting upset too wouldn't help at all. 

— It's nothing.

He pursed his lips.

— Something's wrong.

 — I said no! —  You raised your voice and glanced at him through the mirror. Percy stepped back and pressed his lips together.

 — I'm not asking you. I know something's wrong.

The earring finally clicked, and you turned towards him with an unfocused gaze filled with ache. Percy had seen that look a couple of times before and realized what was probably happening, but your sharp words caught him off guard.

 — It's none of your business, Perseus.

And you brushed past him, bumping into his arm, leaving him alone in the living room of your shared apartment. The slam of the door made him blink, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his breathing. 

He understood you, really he did, not only because he was your boyfriend and felt empathy towards you, but because memories of the things he experienced also haunted him, although fortunately (or sadly), over time he learned to handle it. You were different, his sweet and lovely girlfriend, hadn't been able to swallow those bitter moments. You had been dealing with the situation for a short time, and Percy didn't blame you, the feeling alone was shitty enough to do so.

What bothered him was that you didn't share it with him. He threw himself onto the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to distract his mind for a few seconds by twisting figures with the lamp light. He wondered if it would be a good idea to go and knock on your door or leave you alone until you did it on your own.

You did it, but you didn't speak to Percy. Instead, that night, you kept your arm hooked with Hazel's while your friend talked about something Arion done. You could barely hold the conversation, and she noticed it. the acidic feeling lingered in you, causing you to emit the same aura as a tormented soul.

 — Man —  Jason's voice made Percy startle slightly, forcing him to momentarily look away from you. The blond exchanged a glance with Frank, who stood on the other side of him.

 — Everything okay?

— Yeah — he stammered, still with his gaze fixed on you. For a moment, all he seemed to hear were footsteps on the sidewalk and the offhand conversations the rest of his friends were having. He felt anxious, worried.

Obviously, he didn't like fighting with you, much less for reasons where it was evident that you weren't okay, but that night you built such a high wall that Percy felt incapable of climbing it. It wasn't just the way you were ignoring him, but how you looked at him. He understood that it wasn't personal, it was those memories that were dragging you to a dark place.

Frank hugged him by the shoulders and gave him a warm smile. — Relationship troubles?

— I wish it were that, Frank — he murmured weakly. That was enough for both of them to stay quiet and wait for their friend to tell them of his own accord.

— Come on, I want to be the first!

— Not you, Leo —Piper wrinkled her nose and pushed the guy. — You sound awful!

— Well, excuse us, Miss Beauty. Not all of us have superstar genes!

both started laughing and hugged each other, arguing about which song to share.

Percy looked at you from across the room and tried to approach you, taking advantage of the fact that the others seemed distracted. He sat down beside you, and you anxiously squeezed the edges of your dress. Now, guilt gnawed at you, but that discomfort with yourself didn't make you think clearly about how to apologize. Percy leaned towards your ear.

— We can talk? — The tremor in her voice made you want to throw up. You ignored him once again, and he leaned against the wall.

A metallic clank violently assaulted your ears, followed by groans that overwhelmed you even more. Frank was helping Annabeth gather the microphones, but all you could see was a sword through his chest and Annabeth trying to stand up with a splinted ankle, drowned in tears.

You pressed yourself into the corner and breathed heavily.

— yn?— Percy took your hand, and you pushed him away violently before running to the bathroom.

Everyone in the room watched the scene, and Leo helped Percy to his feet.

— Bro, what's going o-?—  Leo cut off his words when he saw his friend's glassy eyes, making a bittersweet play with the crooked smile.

— Percy —  Jason called, his blue eyes seeking an explanation, as did everyone else. The dark-haired boy just sighed.

You didn't look perfect, but it was the best you could do with the karaoke bathroom supplies. Once your heart returned to beating normally, you unlocked the bathroom door and made your way to the booth. Murmurs were heard, but as soon as your shadow appeared through that glass door, your friends got into position.

It was simply amusing; the strategies were so ingrained in their bones that they couldn't help but adopt almost battle-like stances. The way Annabeth kept her finger poised over the tablet to start the song the moment you crossed the threshold while Leo made sure the microphone worked. Jason checked that everything was ready, while Piper and Hazel gave motivational words to Percy, and Frank simply held the door to prevent you from entering before everything was set up. It wasn't necessary because you arrived just in time.

The melody on the piano began as soon as you stepped inside. Percy stood in the middle, where the stage supposedly was, and for the first time, you saw him trembling, indeed, he was nervous as hell.

He started singing the first lines, and despite how shaky or weak the words came out of his mouth, you knew what it was about. His steady gaze as he sang the lyrics was enough to make your tears want to spill again. You clasped your hands over your chest as you smiled bitterly at him.

The first tear ran down your cheek, and he walked towards you with his hand extended, eager to reach you and hold you in his arms. Wanting to protect you from any harm.

— I will send out an army to find you—  he smiled ironically, and upon hearing your small laugh, he sang a little more lightly. Taking your hand, he dragged you to the center where the neon lights bathed your bodies, swaying together to the song.

Percy pulled you towards him in such a way that your foreheads collided, and his green eyes met yours. The song ceased to be just a song and became a way for him to communicate his feelings to you. He took a breath and placed your hand on his chest, letting you feel his heartbeats. How his heart beat for you.

— It’s true, I will rescue you —  his voice broke on the last vowels, and he pulled away the microphone, trying to hide the sob that came from deep within his chest. Because there was no crueler way to hurt him than with the image of you silently suffering.

Everyone was watching, but soon you noticed that they were also quietly singing along to the song. All with that understanding and kind smile.

The gentle squeeze Percy gave your hand with his free one made you look at him again.

— You don't have to deal with this alone.

[faithst]

ZB1 WHEN THEIR S/O ARE ON THEIR PERIOD

pairing zb1 x afab!reader

genre fluff, platonic for yujin

warnings mentions of food, blood & periods (obvi)

notes hi !! thank you for liking my works and for requesting ! i hope you enjoy this one <3

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

he gives you all the space you need

unless you specifically ask for smth

sometimes, you don’t even have to ask for smth

bcuz hao already knows what you need, he just does 👍

altho it seems like he doesn’t do much to help you

he actually does help

like doing the chores and cooking; doesn’t necessarily help w your period but still helps !

tucks you into bed and pulls the blanket over for you

holds you in his arms while tracing circles on your hand to distract you from the cramps ����

“does it still hurt?”

— sung hanbin

so hecking sweet 😤

he’s always there for you

just ask him to come over and he’d instantly drop everything that he’s doing just to be there for you

you need a hug? his arms are open. you have cramps? he has a heating pad ready for you

isn’t grossed out if it accidentally leaks ☹️

tells you he loves you everyday

forehead kisses 🔛🔝

so attentive to you and the only thing that matters to him is you

“i hope you know how much i love you.”

— seok matthew

prepared like his life depended on it (it did)

acts of service master ‼️

sets up a period tracker app for you

marks his calendars and stuff

pre-bought pads and things you like

heats up heating pads for you and does the chores

also cleans the sheets if you accidentally leak 💔

insists on doing everything for you

“i can get that, sit back down.”

— shen ricky

when you’re on your period

movies and cuddles are essential

you get to pick the movie too !

even if the movie isn’t interesting to him, he still watches it 🫶

ricky wants you to always be comfortable

you usually end up falling asleep in his arms

he tries to make sure you don’t fall off throughout the night but he always doesn’t get enough sleep bcuz of this

he doesn’t mind tho bcuz it’s you 🫵

“it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

— park gunwook

honestly, i feel like he’d forget periods exist

and then he sees you, curled up into a ball on the floor

he feels rlly bad for not doing his research on periods beforehand

checks up on you so much, asking if you need anything

“gunwook, can you help me buy pads?”

and he goes to buy them straight away !

only downside is that he has no idea what kind he’s supposed to buy 😭

there’s so many choices and he probably inspects every single one of them

like, which one has the most benefits and is worth the money 😐

“what do you mean these are diapers and not pads?”

— kim taerae

i see him clinging to you

cuz he doesn’t want you to feel the pain alone

and if you cry, he cries

he might not have a uterus but 😭

he feels your pain and shares it

if he could, he would take all of your pain and give it to himself

doesn’t leave your side and cuddles you 24/7

like he only gets up if you ask him to get smth

he gets the thing you need and instantly gets back into bed with you

def sings you to sleep 😔

“i’m sorry you have to go through this.”

— kim gyuvin

he 100% asks so many questions

and then complains how you’re always nagging at him 😭

“so.. is it like-” “can you stop?”

and you get so annoyed that you give him the silent treatment for a while

he feels a bit lonely cause you’re ignoring him so he apologises 🤝

but he does help you alot

like he buys you pads and snacks

he’s just a bit irritating during this time

“i got the stuff that you like, can you talk to me now? please?”

— kim jiwoong

at your service

gives you massages

your shoulders, back, head; you name it, he massages all of them

and just alot of cuddles and touches

esp the ones where he rubs your stomach whenever you have cramps 💔

compliments.

always manages to make you feel good about yourself even with the painful cramps

it’s like your periods weren’t even there in the first place 🫢

“you’re so pretty..”

— han yujin

straight up ignores you 😐

well not exactly but its because he’s scared

scared of doing smth wrong and making you hate him for it

so instead of having that risk of messing smth up, he checks up on you from time to time

through text..

‘hi, how are you?’ ‘i have blood gushing out my lower bottom, thanks for asking.’

sends you memes in effort to cheer you up 🤞

it makes you laugh a little bit

he doesn’t know exactly what to do but he tries and that’s all that matters

‘why did the chicken cross the road?’

© keiwook

[ynsvnte]

Dried Flower ! — Park Jongseong

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 617

Warnings: pet names, kissing (once), arguing, swearing (twice)

Pairing: bf!Jay x gn!reader

Masterlist

“Hey..Jay wake up..” that’s the first words Jay can hear leaving your mouth.. “What is it..? What time is it even..?” Jay was confused, he could barely see. “It’s already 7 am Jay…you got work..” Work..please Jay didn’t want to go. Especially if it meant leaving you alone at home. He doesn’t want his favorite girl in the world to be alone and desperate when he gets back home. Not that he wouldn’t mind you begging for him.

“Fuck work. Can’t I just stay here with you all day?” He asked. You shook your head, declining. when he comes back from work.

“No…” Jay just said, shoving his head into the crook of your neck, kissing it, making you giggle.

“H-hey that tickles..” You said trying to move his head away from your neck, but Jay wrapped his arms around your waist. “Nuh-uh…not gonna happen baby..” Jay held you tight into his embrace. Too early in the morning..well at least for him.. “No..Jay baby you have work, and so do I…” Oh yeah he forgot about that too. “Can’t we skip work today..” You shook your head insisting no. “Call in sick please.” Jay was the one begging now, not you. You both usually would stay in bed a bit longer. Cuddling for an extra 5 minutes before one of you actually got up and got ready for work.. (it’s always you).

“No, Jay I really need to go to work and so do you..” You tried reasoning with him. Hoping to get him to let you go and finally be able to get ready. “So work is more important than me?” He asked, looking up at you, waiting for your answer. You sigh before kissing his nose.. “Of course not..” “Then skip work. I’ll skip work if it means having to stay in bed all day with you..” You slightly giggle, but go back to a neutral face. Jay was still hugging you, so you took the opportunity to shove him slightly moving around a bit. Unfortunately for you, Jay still had you trapped in his arms. You sigh and turn over to see what time was it.. 7:28.. “JAYY!! I really need to go..like right..now” Jay didn’t respond, ignoring your begging. You reach over for your phone, and log into it, only for Jay to snatch it away from your hands.

“Babe what the fuck!” You could see Jay typing something onto your phone, so you take a quick peep, seeing him text your boss. “Hey!” You try to reach for it only for Jay to move his arm away from you, making you unable to grab your phone back. You give Jay a glare, before backing away and getting out of bed. You can hear Jay giggle in the background. “Wait, don't leave..” He pleaded. You ignore his calls, and start getting ready.

Once you’re done dressing, you walk out to see Jay just looking at you. You notice the slight pout on his face, until you see your phone back on the nightstand on your side of the bed. “Are you really going?” He asked you, frowning, you nodded your head. “I didn’t send the message..” You don’t respond, before walking up the nightstand reaching to grab your phone jay places his hand on top of yours..you turn your gaze towards him..He was giving you that look.. “No, babe I’m going to work whether you like it or not..” You were a bit upset with him..just a bit.

“Does that mean? I’m home alone..?” Jay asked.

“No, you have work too, besides when you get back home you’re going to see me regardless..” reasoning, you place a peck on his lips, leaving him stunned before walking out of the room.

Author’s notes: not happy how this came out, but ehh whatever.. gotta serve for the people Yknow. Wrote this on my laptop so I don’t know if it made a difference tbh but oh well 😔 also w2e dried flower IS SOOO GOOD

© ynsvnte copyright 2024

[yandere-yearnings]

ultraviolence by LDL except it's sun ❤️

i KNOW he's meant to be a cute author yan but to me he is EVIL and i think about that one "don't wanna take ur eyes away" drabble u wrote a lot more than i should dar. u did this to me. 😓😓

my apologies genie😔💔 hope giving you this (non-canon) evil sun will make up for it🤧 i was gonna add some flower motifs and stuff bc yk,, ✨️ultraviolence✨️ but i've been distracted so it got lost on me lmao

putting this one under a cut bc it's vv heavy on the implied abuse and domestic violence + reader is some sort of emotionally manipulated w/ stockholm syndrome (??) also this is definitely my worst piece writing-wise and i'm embarrassed haha subby sun enjoyers pls look away he is not very bby boy in this

There was a place he would take you to. Blindfolded in the passenger seat of his car, windows rolled down so you could feel the breeze, warm like his hand on your thigh, like the laughter swapped in breaths between the two of you. You loved him so much, not once did you question his taking your vision from you, even if only momentarily.

He promised to show you only beautiful things. You believed him.

It was a garden. Basked in green lights and shimmering white. A place where daybreak seemed eternal, because Sun only brought you there on the brightest summer mornings. He’d lift the cloth from your eyes, and each time without fail, the ethereal world around you was lost to his radiant smile. Narrowed to brown irises brimming gold, you’d dance to unspoken vows, whispered to the winds on chaste kisses. All you wanted was to spend the rest of your life with him. For that, you’d given him everything.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Running through this empty concert hall in the dead of night; an impulsive game of cat and mouse coordinated by slivers from the dying moon. Why was it that the more distance you put between you, the more you felt you were leaving yourself behind?

Open doors to the rain outside, and the coldness of it all should’ve woken you up. That scent of mud and dirt, the taste of iron at the back of your teeth, the way you felt your heart would burst from all that welled inside — yet for a minutes, you waited there. Minutes, wishing you could feel those hands on your swollen ankles. That Sun would drag you back to him before you could make the stupid decision to walk away again.

Discordant crashes and bangs and the sound of familiar footsteps. Your grip loosened on the handle. He didn’t even chase you anymore. Sun knew you, and you knew yourself, too. You were hopeless, even if it hurt. If he were to pin you down and break your legs like he always said he would, you would feign ignorance to it all. Staring into the endless blackness that vignetted from the four corners of this grand auditorium, you’d revisit the evening he’d invited you to the orchestra with him, and pretend you remained there. 

Blind-eyed, and finally, arms around your hips. You could hear the violins. “Should I bury you, baby?” fingers snaking up, prints in purple to the column of your throat, “is that what you want?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I don’t know what’ll fix me.”

“Nothing can.” Sun was the knife and needle all at once. Nails digging into your skin, twisting your head to meet his gaze. He’d snap your neck. You were sure of it. “But it’s okay,” a soft smile, your foreheads touched. “I’ve loved you ugly, haven’t I?”

He had. Sun loved you even when his name on your skin had scabbed into a disgusting cluster of blood and tissue. He loved you when you were beaten and broken. Touched you so tenderly afterwards, you could completely forget it was him that slammed your skull against the floorboards — so insistently to the point the wood was stained to its core. Maybe it all got skewed in your head then, but you didn’t care anymore. Nobody would understand what you felt with him. You’d no longer be able to imagine life if you were to take him out of yours.

“Your legs hurt, don’t they?” he cooed, moving to stand in front of you. His thumb brushed your cheek, and came away wet. “You’re crying.”

You sniffled, leaning in, nuzzling into his all-encompassing warmth. “I don’t mean to.” It was strange how all else became insignificant like this. “I’m not sad.”

“That’s good.” Sun glanced outside, and there were strings tugging your stomach to your lungs. You wanted his attention back on you. You wanted everything from him. His deepest desires unravelled in pillow talk alone, had become your own. Now, it made sense.

So you didn’t refuse when he ushered you to your knees. Sun's praise was sweet, tone dulcet and sombre and safe when he told you to follow him, to crawl — looking out for you as always because your knees were in better shape than your feet.

The rain in rivulets over him, shirt damp quick, and sticking to his skin. Sun showed you his backbone. The smile coming to your lips felt wiry. He must’ve trusted you as much as you did him. 

“Will you take me home?”

“No,” he muttered. “To the garden. We’ll dig your grave.”

[yandere-kokeshi]

yandere rodolfo hcs please 😭 ???

I haven’t seen anyone do him yet 😔

— Yandere headcanons of Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: yeah, no cause this makes me upset. Guess I'm gonna be the first!! Enjoy <3

Gif belongs to @/daniel-bruehl

This sweetheart of a man is incredibly protective. Tends to stalk and guilt-trip you. Not only does Rudy get jealous often and tends to think extremely gruesome things in his head with a gentle smile, but he’s good at hiding the fact about his devotion towards you.

There are many ways Rodolfo could’ve met you, likely you’re in the military or a civilian he ran into at the store but the main thing that caught his attention from you was how unique, and kind you were; able to stand your ground when needed and didn’t take shit from anyone.

It was quite hot, honestly. From his perspective, a lot of people ignored him or were feared by him, as he’s the man in second command – just below Alejandro.

Though, you treated Rodolfo nicely. More of a human being than a soldier on campus. It was relaxing and highly appreciative. Especially when you don’t mind when he messes up his flirtatious acts or gets embarrassed when his Colonel interrupts the conversation between you two.

Continuing from the headcanon above, Rudy will try the ‘normal’ approach, using his flirtatious words and respectful manners to catch your heart. Ignoring the fact that he often stalks you, he tries to get you to like him – often taking you out on expensive dates, and showing you that he’s a liable guy. Especially with the help of Alejandro, he often shows up to your house with a bottle of wine and a huge handful of bouquets.

He’s the type of guy that shares a lot of things with you. Eating out and still hungry? You can have the rest of his food, he’ll eat back at home. Need to borrow money? Have his whole credit card and buy whatever you need! All of it is yours, just say a ‘pretty please’.

While at first he may come off as ‘awkward’, don’t let that skim the idea of love. Rodolfo really does try to impress you with his entire heart. He goes out of his way to surprise you with your favorite foods, getting tickets to see a premiere movie, or grabbing your favorite fast food due to you having a bad day.

With this going, there is a high chance the two of you will end up dating ‘naturally’. Other than his overprotective and stalking/and hovering add-ons in the relationship, it’s considerably a normal relationship.

Though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have dark tendencies. Rodolfo will end up guilt-tripping you whenever he’s jealous (which is 50% of the time). While he knows it’s bad and feels awful for it, he can’t help but feel immense anger and annoyance whenever you talk to someone he doesn’t know that well.

While he’s not overbearing or protective, he will insist on going with you everywhere, using the military or his mental state as an excuse to stay beside you at all times. Normally, he knows when to back off by seeing your body language, but he just needs to be around you almost 24/7.

Small reasons poke at him, and while he wants you to himself, he’s not one to kidnap.

Unless your life is in absolute danger, he won’t go ahead and strip your freedom like that. Rodolfo doesn’t want you to hate him, and he’s terrified that you’ll never be in love with him anymore — he won’t even take the slim chance of you developing Stockholm Syndrome.

With this said, he’s fairly soft, and extremely loyal yandere. Out of all the men of MW, Rudy is the most subtle yandere. He won’t pressure you to do things you won’t like to do and highly values your happiness. So much more than his, and with this, he rarely ever says no or allows you to buy and get what you want; leading him to spoil you, a lot.

Though, that doesn’t mean he won’t do punishments. If you end up yelling at him and leaving him, not texting or calling for a few hours, will result in him getting really mad.

He hates punishments. Something he doesn’t like to do, which makes it easy for you to get away with most things. But, he’s not stupid nor is he going to let you walk over him; the worst thing he can and will do is quarantine you by yourself. However, it likely won’t last long due to him feeling bad.

Rudy is very gentle and respectful with affection. Rarely does he touch you without your consent, but the minute you allow cuddles? He’s practically clinging to you like a koala and only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. And if you need to leave? Expect him to whine, but slowly let you go while making you promise you’ll cuddle him more when you’re back.

Much like the other guys, he’s incredibly clingy; especially after missions or being away from you for ‘too long’. He will grumble if you move too much, and tighten his hold as if he didn’t hold on, you’d disappear within a coin flip.

This man is dotting and affectionate, so it’s hard to see how protective he can be. Whenever you try to go someplace alone, he’s quickly against it – begging to come with you. He won't stop asking, blocking the door as he constantly reminds you what's out there.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does! He’s more than willing to kiss the floor you walk on if you asked. But, to others, he’s wary and tends to narrow his eyes at them like a threat. Which revolves around his job to question everything and not trust so easily.

Because of his training, he often invites you to work out with him or teaches you self-defense. It’s something he’d like for you to know, especially since there comes a day when you’ll need it. But, he gets to spend time with you.

With his overprotectiveness, he makes sure to put security cameras in the house you two live in, as well as putting a tracker in your clothes and possibly in your skin; somewhere you won’t notice, which likely, will be in the back of your neck.

Much like Alejandro, he asks his buddy and some of his other friends to frequently call or check up on you when he can’t. And high chance you will see Alejandro, at best after missions or staying over dinner. Likely, the two of you are as close as he is with Rudy; treating you like family and high respect.

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[vandal-flower]

Silent Care

Ror men with reader who is deaf, or hard of hearing.

Requested Characters: Shiva, Buddha, Adam and a Bonus Character.

Notes: I'm sorry for not saying nish for like an entire month or more. And if this is ooc. 😔

Shiva

At first, he doesn't understand what you're doing when you communicate with him using sign language.

He's aware that some people are deaf or hard of hearing, but hasn't met someone who is.

One of the first things he asks you is if you can teach him. (My heart, my soul)

He's quite slow at first but gets good at it after a while.

He always remember to talk slowly, just so you could read his lips.

He introduces sign language to his family and pantheon. You told him he didn't have to, but he insisted.

He gets angry at those who act rude to you because of your condition.

But overall, he enjoys learning from you.

"So this hand sign means 'hello' right? Good, just want to make sure that I'm on the right track."

Buddha

This man...My heart can't.

He learnt sign language before he met you, but still decides to learn from you instead.

According to him, it's better to learn from you than anyone else.

You can't convince even if you try. (Just don't.)

Whenever the two of you are watching something, he always puts subtitles just for you.

He abuses the ability to use sign language against people, by saying the most horrendous things to people when using sign.

You often scold him, but there's no use since he always does it again.

Nonetheless, he is always there for you.

"What do mean what I did was absolutely vulgar, they deserved it."

Adam

I won't apologize for having bias for him.

Just like Buddha, he learns sign before he gets to know you, but is happy to learn from you.

He also gently corrects you, if you're wrong.

He knows how ignorant people are, *the gods*, about those who are hard of hearing or deaf.

So, he always defends should anyone acts rude to you.

He's ready to throw hands.

He is very proud of the fact that you prefer to use sign than using your phone to talk him or anyone.

Like Shiva, he teaches his family as well.

He tells his sons to personally take care of anyone who us rude to you.

"Just remember, I love you for who you are, okay?"

~•Bonus Character•~

Jataka

Oh, oh, oh. The most underrated man in this entire series.

At first, he's very concerned about your condition. When he learns that you do sign to communicate with others.

HE WANTS TO LEARN IT.

Not only is it a chance to get to know you better, but also a chance to learn a new skill.

A very fast learner. (I headcanon he taught Buddha sign language.)

When talking to you, he always uses sign. He thinks using phones stops one's progression in life. (Good advice right there 👏)

He's just so sweet, I CAN'T!

"Thank you for taking your time with me. I greatly appreciate it."

Take this as an apology letter from me. 😔😔

[faeryarchives]

HEAR ME OUT SNDJSNJSNSJ

Jamil having a crush on yuu/reader and azul have a crush on her too. The two are rivals for yuu/reader's heart but when they finally confessed, reader/yuu reveals that she's already engage to someone back in her world

I'm craving angst

-ladybuganon🐞

And Nothing More (Jamil Viper & Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader)

remarks: I HEAR U LADY BUG ANON YOU ARE ON TO SOMETHING 😍🖋️ oh my god i don't know if i should laugh or cry in that situation 😭 + I DIDN'T SEE THE ANGST IT CAME OUT AS SOMEWHAT CRACK 😔 i hope u still enjoy it notes: very long around 2.3k words 😭

"Ah, I should've asked for Silver to help me..." You sniffled, mourning over the fact that you could've saved yourself from trouble if you just accepted Silver's help. You were having some difficulty in supporting the boxes in your arms, afraid something might fall out until someone came to your rescue by lifting two of the three boxes in your hold.

"Prefect, let me help you carry that."

"Oh, Jamil! It's fine I can carry it on my own!" After all, you were just a five-minute walk away from your dorm, you would've taken his offer if it weren't for the situation.

Before you could get your things back, Jamil turned the other way and smiled at you. "No, I insist. And I am not going to take no for an answer." Without having any other choice, you threw your hands in the air in defeat.

Well, good company is better than nothing. "All right! You always show up unexpectedly." You said to the vice dorm leader as you both walked down the trail sharing a few small talks.

"You know, sometimes you are very talented and amazing at your work but do take some break." For a moment, Jamil seemed to freeze up, his ears turning reddish.

"Speaking of breaks, do you have some free time now, Prefect?"

"Right now?" You pondered for a second before shaking your head lightly. "I just need to clean up the dorm and unpack all the boxes with Grim."

Seeing this as a chance, Jamil suddenly stopped walking to put his free hand on your shoulder. "Well then, can you-"

"Well, what a coincidence! The Prefect is here!" A figure suddenly appeared a few feet ahead of you. "Oh, and Jamil-san is here too." Seeing the mafia-like get up along with that smooth voice - you immediately recognized the Octavinelle Dorm Leader twirling his staff around as he approached you and Jamil.

'Technically it's not a coincidence when it is the road to my dorm...'

"Prefect, can I ask for a bit of your time? It involves something with Monstro Lounge, I believe you mentioned to Jade that you were once an accounting student."

"Well... you see the thing is-"

"Azul, she is coming with me, we already have plans." You blinked in confusion, eyebrows furrowing in wonder - you two have plans?

"(Name), would you like to have a cup of tea with me instead?"

"(Name) aren't you tired from carrying all of these? Do you want me to help you unpack?" There was like an invisible air of tension around the two sending chills down your spine. While they talk as if they are trying to persuade you to join either of them - they are more focused on each other and trying to get the upper hand.

As they continued to bicker on, you took it as a chance to run towards the gate of your precious dorm and coughed to catch their attention. "Oh, would you look at that! I am already at home. How could time fly that fast?! Thank you for helping me, you guys!"

"But Azul didn't do anything..." Jamil whispered, sending the merman a glare which he just ignored. 

"I am grateful to you guys really but I think I hear Grim crying for help. See you guys when I see you!" Not even letting them get a word in, you had already slammed the door shut leaving the two outside - finally taking off their facade.

"Azul, I was here first."

"Well, Jamil, unfortunately for you but I believe there is a saying with us merfolks that..." Azul paused, pushing up his glasses before tapping the tip of his staff on Jamil's chest. The knowing smirk on the other's face made the vice dorm leader very, very, very annoyed.

"All is fair in love and war. May the best one win."

"You better wish you never challenged me."

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"Prefect, I want to give you this." Out of the blue on a normal Monday morning, Jamil approached you with a wrapped lunch box in hand - giving it to you directly despite your friends watching.

"Oh? What is this for?" You took the box and stared at it in wonder. Did something good happen to him or something?

"I accidentally made an extra lunch for me and Kalim, so I thought I should give it to you instead."

"Is that so? You always look out for me. Thank you, Jamil." Seeing you smile and take the box sent the butterflies in his stomach in haywire. If Azul wants a fair fight, then a fair fight it is.

Unfortunately, you didn't get to eat it. The food looks wonderful and delicious really! You glance at Grim who was having the time of his life eating the food in your place.

"Jamil is good at cooking! You sure you don't want to take a bite, henchman?"

"It's okay, it's all yours. I am allergic to (food) anyway..."

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Another time, instead of Jamil, you find Azul in his place - the businessman-like smile of him never fading. "Prefect, please take this as a token of our friendship." He then handed you a small box. With curiosity getting the best of you - you open the box and, inside you can see a bracelet made out of (birthstone).

"What a lovely gift, I am afraid this is too much for such a token of friendship?"

"Nonsense! You deserve even better than that, if I may say." Holding the bracelet in hand, Azul took it as a chance to put it on you himself.

"... you know I might take this the wrong way."

"Then what if I want you to take it in that way?" You both shared a glance - one being confused and distraught while the other being a gentle and calm gaze. "I think I should go, I promised Jack I would help him out in taking care of his plants." Not letting him say another word, you quickly put the gift in the box and took it with you, and Azul took it as a sign that he might have a chance!

Just wait, Jamil. He will emerge as the victorious one in this war.

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"Oh, Grim, do you know what (Name) likes the most?"

"Not going to lie, the gifts on your doorstep are enticing sure but a mountain of them?!"

"I tried warning those two about that thing but they wouldn't listen at all..."

"Epel, have you seen the prefect? I have something to ask of her."

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"Ha..." You could already feel an upcoming headache as you find yourself leaning on the table inside the Ramshackle Dorm to avoid a certain octopus and snake duo. "This is a disaster... why are you guys hiding with me?" Glancing to the side, you could see your friends huddled in a circle as if attempting to hide themselves like you.

Grim has his paws covering his ears, closing his eyes shut. "Every time those two are around they are like cats going 'nya nya nya' for your attention!"

"Okay, watching it for the first time was funny but low-key, it's getting kinda annoying!" Ace slammed his fist on the ground, clearly distraught, and honestly, you couldn't blame him!

Deuce nodded his head in agreement, his eyes were heavy and unfocused. "Agreed, it's always scary how they are always at the right moment whenever you need something..."

"Well, I was about to ask you something but got roped in all this. What are you guys even hiding from?" Jack asked, totally confused and clueless about everything.

"I might as well hear Azul-senpai and Jamil-senpai's voices in my head." Poor Epel looked so horrified, remembering how whenever you weren't around - the two-second years seemed to find him as the person who knows your location best and thus always asking for you.

"I was with Jack too! Are you having some troubles, Big Sister (Name)?" The ever-so-curious Ortho asked while flying around you.

All of you then turn to Sebek, who stands proudly with his arms crossed. "These humans told me you were in trouble so I tagged along!" He stared at your group before sitting next to Epel, looking somewhat worried.

"What is going on anyway? You looked troubled by something."

You heave a heavy sigh, burying your head into your knees. "...Okay, I might sound arrogant, but I think Azul and Jamil are trying to fight for me?" That came out more like a question rather than an answer.

"So, what is the problem?"

"That is the problem itself, Jack!" You whined, stomping your foot to the ground, letting out the stress you felt for the entire month. "Maybe it's not my fault for clarifying things, but I genuinely didn't think it would get to this point." Your voice got softer and softer until it was barely a whisper while you played with the ring hanging around your necklace.

"What do I do..." Everything then fell into silence, trying to think of different ways to help you in this situation.

"Then shouldn't you confront them with the problem?" Sebek said as if it was the most common thing in the world, breaking the silence as he met your gaze. "They wouldn't know that they are doing something wrong when you don't talk it out."

"... holy shit. Sebek said something smart."

"Isn't that just common sense?" Jack immediately replied - an invisible arrow going through you, Ace, Deuce, and Grim at the realization.

"You know I should hang out with you and Sebek instead. Being with Ace and Deuce is making me dumb..."

"Hey!" A sudden knock on the door earned a collective sigh from most of you, not wanting to open the door until you heard people casting magic spells outside followed by a boom. "Okay, that's it." The boys watched as you stood up and made a mad dash to the second floor - only to come back down after a second, holding a broom in one hand in a threatening way.

"(Name), what are you-" You just went passed through your friends and went straight for the door, opening it wide enough to see what was happening outside.

"Who dares to fight on my dorm grounds?!" On cue, the suspects behind the chaos finally revealed themselves -Azul and Jamilm having their wands pointing at each other while holding one box under their arm.

"I thought it is all fair in love and war?"

"Not when you are doing underhand tricks!"

"Just the people I want to see..." Seeing them still bickering among themselves, you took it as a chance to sneak behind them and hit them with the broom, hard enough to send them to the ground.

"(NAME)!" They simultaneously cried out, holding the back of their heads in pain but most importantly the looks of betrayal and confusion can be seen on their faces. You crossed your arms in front of your chest before glaring at them, trying to look menacingly, which worked in your favor.

"Now you two are finally listening to me. Tell me, what are you doing here, destroying my dorm?"

"Well I was about to ask you something very important when Jamil..." Cue Azul sending Jamil an annoyed glare, "...rudely interrupted me!"

"Azul, you sabotaged my timing by sending the twin eels to Scarabia. Don't you think I wouldn't notice?" Before they could go on, a swift swish and the broom, you were previously holding, cut the air between the two - almost seeing their lives flash before their eyes.

"Before anything else happens, let me make this clear. I do not have feelings for the two of you other than it being platonic, and it will stay that way." Despite immediately dropping the bomb, you didn't let them get a word in and continued. "And honestly, rather than focusing on the goal - you see it as a competition. You see people's feelings as an irrelevant variable in your game. That is not right at all." After talking, it seemed like it finally dawned on the second years the things you just pointed out and lost their will to argue.

Azul lowered his head, putting his hand over his chest as he bowed apologetically. "... I am deeply ashamed of myself. I apologize for making you feel that way." You could hear his voice wavering at some point. Little did you know, this man has never let anyone in his comfort zone before so hearing you say some cruel yet realistic words broke him away from dream to reality.

Seeing the prideful dorm leader yield, Jamil took a deep breath before doing the same - not expecting to have lowered his head again, to ask for forgiveness for his mistake. "I apologize as well if I came to upfront and ignorant in my attempt to court you. But may I ask one question?" He lifted his head to see you surprised, causing him to be taken aback as well.

"Of course, what is it?"

"Will you give us another chance to court you in the right way?" 

"That is not possible." Ace's voice rang out to the dorm, as your friend group stood by the door looking very displeased. Deuce started walking towards your small group until he was standing next to you, holding an arm out to separate you from the duo. 

"Deuce?"

"Don't tell me..."

"I tried telling you both before but you wouldn't listen. (Nickname) won't give you another chance because..." The first year pointed at the ring around your necklace, the one you never fail to wear every day. "My fiance is waiting for me in my own world." You mumbled, holding on to the ring your lover gave you before getting teleported here in twisted wonderland.

"That is why the only thing I can offer you guys is friendship - nothing more."

[devilmayfamily]

holds out cup a little crumb of dmc boys x reader with add/adhd please? maybe with some angst sprinkled in? i don't mean to be greedy, i am just a small simp 😔

GN!Reader Angst/Comfort Think I made myself tear up a little with these haha enjoy!

Dante

When you find something you love, you can talk about it for hours

Lucky for you, Dante loves hearing about your hypertfixations

He finds it wonderful to see you excited about something and wants to know everything you can about it

One day while talking to Dante, you notice him seemingly not paying as much attention as he usually does

He'd been writing in a notebook the entire you'd been talking

You instantly begin to think you might be annoying him or boring him and slowly stop talking

When you do, he looks up at you worried

"What's wrong sweet pea? Why did you stop talking?"

"Do I... Do I annoy you?"

He's quite shocked

You could never annoy him!

"Never! I love when you tell me all about the things you are interested in!"

"You've been looking at that notebook this entire time though"

Dante softly smiles before flipping the notebook so you see it

On the page is a list of everything you've ever told Dante about, new and old

"I've been keeping a list of the things you like. I was adding this to it"

Dante pulls you in, kissing all over your face until you start laughing

He will reassure you anytime you need it and sometimes even when you don't expect it

He loves listening to you ramble on and on and he won't ever let you think otherwise

Vergil

Vergil is a man with his own problems and one of those is perfection

Growing up, Vergil worked hard to earn his father's approval and maintain it

Getting ready for a mission one day, Vergil notices lots of things are missing or out of place

"Sweetheart, where is everything? I need to get going soon"

"Oh! It's, um..."

"Sweetheart, please"

"I remember! I promise! It's- It's..."

"Y/N! Why can't you just remember these things?!"

Vergil instantly regretted yelling at you

He knew you were trying your hardest

He couldn't get his apology in, however, as you ran off and he had to get to this mission at this point

You spent the rest of the day with Nero, the kid making threats to his father and reassuring you

When Vergil came home, he was greeted by an angry Nero

"You better fix this"

Nero lets his father in, taking him to you instantly

You're curled up on the couch, a look of fear when you see Vergil walk in

It breaks Vergil to see you scared of him, its the one thing he didn't want to do

"I'm sorry, love"

He has a few gifts for you; your comfort food, a soft sweater in Vergil's signature royal blue and a matching blanket

Without warning, you pull Vergil into a hug, ignoring the gifts

He holds you tightly, as close as he can get you to him

Vergil works on forgetting about perfection because really, nothing will ever be perfect

As long as he has you though, it's near damn perfect

V

He lost you

Again

"Angel! Come back! Where are you?!"

He told you to stay right next to him while he talked to this guy to get info

Now, he turns and finds you've run off

Again

"Angel!!"

It wasn't safe for you out here

Who knows what demon or monster of a human would find you

V knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you when you venture off like this

As V rounds a corner, he sees you battling it out with a demon

A demon that just pierced your leg

"YOU INSISTENT FOOL, LET GO OF THEM"

The demon flings you in a different direction before growling at the poet

V takes down the demon before rushing over to you

You were laying on the asphalt, the pincer of the demon still stuck in your leg

V doesn't say anything to you, just helps you up and gets you back to home base as quickly as possible

Vergil patches you up and makes sure you don't try running after your boyfriend back onto the battlefield

Later when V and Dante come back, Vergil leads Dante out of the room so you and V could talk

"I'm sorry for running off again"

"Oh angel"

V pulls you into a hug, trying not to hurt your leg

"Not out of sight anymore, please"

The two of you work on it over the next few weeks leading up to your next mission together

V's gentle with you as well, softly reminding you when you need it until it becomes second nature

And if you have to get out of his sight for something, you tell him before running off. A lot of the time he follows

V also reminds you he loves you more than anything

He doesn't want you getting hurt again

He has trust in you though

While you can't help it every time, he trusts that you'll come back in one piece

His little wanderer

Nero

You weren't listening again

Your attention was somewhere else and Nero could tell

He was trying to brief you on a mission but you weren't taking in anything he was saying

"Baby, you getting any of this?"

Focusing on Nero, you stiffen and your face becomes pale

You realize you've been daydreaming the entire time and the look on Nero's face tells you everything

He's disappointed

Blotches of color return to your face as hot tears slowly roll down your cheeks

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nero watched as you bow your head, holding your wrist out, the sight making his heart ache

He knew the orphanage people were terrible to you for being a little different than everyone else but the stance you held was so defenseless, it was like you were expecting someone to hit you

He slowly walks over, taking your hand in his

He sits down next to you on the couch, slowly putting your arm down

You look up at him, the scared confused expression stained with tears making Nero tear up himself

"I'm not upset, baby"

You begin to cry again, this time pulling Nero into a hug

He holds on to you, slowly rubbing your back and whispered soothing reassurance into your ear

"You're safe now. I won't hurt you like they did"

"I'm sorry"

Nero quietly shushes you, telling you it's ok

Once you'd calmed down and Nero checked in with you to make sure you were ok, he slowly went back over the mission

He checked in with you to make sure you understood and rewarded you with kisses when you were able to repeat back to him

If you couldn't, that was ok. Nero simply went back over whatever part he was on

He was forced to watch back then when you two were kids, getting punished for being different. Sometimes taking extra beatings for trying to save or defend you

He wasn't going to let that continue now

You may be different, but that wasn't going to stop him from loving you anyways

He reassures you and rewards you for any and everything

You may be different but that's exactly what Nero loved about you

[milkywayagere]

Can you make an agere fic about little Zane and cg Cole? (Ninjago) :0

Yeah, sure! It’s been a while since I’ve watched Ninjago, but I’ll try my best!!

(Fun <not so fun> fact, I have a pretty popular Ninjago fic on wattpad that I started during lockdown when I was like 14 but I’ve never finished because I lost motivation for it 😔)

Word count: 757

Title: Little Baking Buddy

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Cole enjoyed looking after people, it filled him with a sense of pride like no other. He liked being dependable, someone that other people could go to for any type of help.

Cooking for the team, his brothers, was a highlight of his day. Cole loved his found family, and he loved food equally so cooking for everyone was a good combination of those two things. Looking after the baby version of Wu was even fun for him, when he ignored the rest of that whole fiasco that is.

All this to say, it was no surprise that he’d become the go-to guy for his friends whenever they were feeling little and needed someone to keep them safe.

Currently, they’d just finished a pretty long mission and were sailing back to Ninjago - sailing because the Bounty had once again suffered some pretty bad damage and was in no shape to fly. Most of the team were sleeping or spending time in front of the tv, resting their bodies and minds. They had auto-pilot, so there was no need for anyone to spend the entire day up in the brig, which was nice.

Cole was relaxing in his favourite way, by doing some baking. Not only did it relax him, it meant that he and the rest of the team would have a sweet treat to eat later once it was done, the perfect way to celebrate finishing a hard mission.

Cole was gathering the necessary ingredients for his latest baking ambition, some simple chocolate chip cookies, when Zane managed to sneak up behind him. Cole almost dropped the bag of flour he was so startled upon turning around to find Zane stood directly in front of him. He bit back a yelp of surprise, opting to let out a deep breath instead. One problem with living with a bunch of highly skilled ninja, is that every single one of them is naturally light on their feet, causing quite a few of these instances whenever someone’s let their guard down.

“Woah, Zane, sneaking up on me like that for?” Cole chuckled in an attempt to hide how much it’d startled him, putting the bag of flour down onto the counter before it could be dropped onto the floor if anyone else decided to sneak up on him.

Zane looked down at the floor for a moment as he stepped back, looking back up at Cole with an apologetic glint in his blue eyes, “Sorry.” He spoke in a slightly quieter voice than usual, which was all it took for Cole to realise he wasn’t dealing with the big version of his nindroid friend.

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” Cole reassured him quickly, giving him a smile, “What’s up?”

Zane pointed at the baking supplies Cole had gotten out, “Wanna help.”

Cole nodded, “Alright, cool, yeah, you can be my little baking buddy.”

Zane’s face lit up with joy, immediately grabbing the pink apron from the hook on the wall and tying it around himself. Cole smiled too, he had to, seeing other people so happy over something so simple was just one of those things that could make anyone smile.

“Oh, hey, Pinkie, it’s been a while, how’ve you been?” Cole asked jokingly, gaining an even wider smile and a giggle from Zane.

They got to work measuring out the ingredients and combining them in a mixing bowl. Zane was still somewhat meticulous while regressed, not clumsy like some of the others on the team, so the baking process went pretty well. The baking sheets of cookie dough went into the oven and it was just a matter of waiting until they were perfectly baked.

Zane insisted that they clean up the kitchen while the cookies were baking, stating something along the lines of, “It’s how to run a good kitchen.”, although it was kind of hard to understand exactly what he was saying while he was in the middle of ‘cleaning’ the mixing bowl with his tongue. Cole cleaned the bowl properly once Zane was done with it, using the more cleanly method of soap and water.

The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted throughout the Bounty and soon enough the entire team had gathered, loitering around the kitchen like eager, ravenous fiends. Once the cookies were cooled enough for everyone to snack on, everyone thanked the pair for the sweet treat - although Zane got most of the praise once the others took notice of his regressed state, Cole didn’t mind, he liked seeing Zane happy after all.

[evansbby]

poyt!steve would be the type to fuck omega after she's had a bad dream😭😭 oh i left you in your dreams? dw about it, let me show you i'm right here. he cares but he really does not know how to show it. he loves with his whole entire dick🫠🫠

Oh yes yes yes he SO would do this!

I can imagine Steve waking up in the middle of the night bc he feels a distress in their bond, and he sees omega cuddling into his chest and sniffling and holding on tightly 🥺🥺 and Steve’s like, “what’s wrong baby?” bc he’s still all sleepy and his asshole-ishness hasn’t caught up with him yet 😌 and after a lot of coaxing and rubbing his hands up and down her sides and picking her up and placing her on his chest and kissing her head and cooing and babying and insisting that she tell him what happened, omega finally is like, “I just had a nightmare that you left and I was all alone”

And Steve (who is already turned on by her crying) is like “oh yeah, baby? That’s so sad, I bet you were so scared, huh?” And she’s like, “y-yeah, it was scary 😔” and he’s like “well, since we’re both awake now, let me fuck you so you know I’m still here 😏” and omega’s like “but but but” but Steve’s already slipped inside her like “aww poor baby omega, daddy’s right here.” And then he fucks her slow and sensual and makes her forget her nightmares 😌😌😌

He totally does care deep down but he’d still be in his asshole era where he’s trying to ignore his feelings PLUS he doesn’t really know how to express his feelings xisnsksksk SO SEX IS HIS SOLUTION! 😭😭😭