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

[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.

[ditzydoe444]

okay so it’s not a really good or specific idea or anything buuuuut… could you please please please do soft dom!jason x bunny!reader? i loved your other bunny!reader😔

btw feel free to ignore this if you don’t like it or anything, love ya🫶🏻

MDNI 18+

soft dom! jason x bunny! reader

jason todd smut

you were horny. so fucking horny. but you never initiated sex, ever. so all you could do was lay in bed with a pout until jason got home, and would hopefully catch the hint. jason had been working in the garage for hours during the past week, where you were left alone in the house with only your fingers shoved up your tight cunt, pretending it was jason’s. after moving in you threw out all of your sex toys, not because jason was against it, but because they came nowhere close to the pleasure jason would give you.

but you didn’t think about how short your fingers were, how they barely gave you anything, god you never regathered throwing out the toys more than now. whilst jason was at work you were sprawled out on the bed, your tiny fingers pumping in and out of cunt. the whines and moans that left your mouth were pathetic, to say the least, god you couldn’t even give yourself an orgasm. hence why you started to dry hump his pillow. there was something about smelling his musky scent that turned you on. the pillow did more than your fingers, you came hard.

the pink floral pillowcases that you insisted on getting was now stained and damp with your slick. the sight made you embarrassed. you were literally a bunny in heat. jason would never make fun of you for it, he would never do that. but there was something so embarrassing and tainting about seeing your cum on his pillow. immediately, with flush cheeks you threw the pillowcase away, putting on a fresh one.

your legs were still slightly sore from riding his pillow, and your post orgasm glow was visible, your cheeks with a small flush of pink, hair sticking to your forehead and your eyes teary from how badly you missed him. so when you heard the front door open, a sign that jason had returned your stomach dropped. you jumped back into bed pretending you were relaxing as usual, though when he walked in the bedroom he could sense something was off.

“hey bun,” he cooed softly sitting by the edge of the bed where you were. you smiled shyly, the nickname that would usually make you blush reminded you of how you were humping his pillow, like a literal bunny. “how are you feelin’?” he smiled, tracing the soft contours of your cheeks.

god you prayed that he didn’t see the flush of your skin, jason knew what you looked like when you came, and that was enough to make you panic. “j-just a little tired,” you smiled. that wasn’t exactly a lie. you were always slumped after an orgasm.

“what’s wrong bun? you are heating up,” he frowned as he placed his large hand on your forehead. you shook your head, slightly panicking. “n-nothing, the summer air is just making me a little hot.” though jason was smart enough to see through your lies. his large hands grabbed you by the waist, and easily placed you down on his lap, where you were straddling him.

“tell me the truth. you know i don’t judge,” he said softly, his hands rubbing small soft circles against your soft thighs. you couldn’t tell him the truth, it was embarrassing, what would he even think of you? you shook your head, “really, i’m fine jay.”

a small frown appeared on his face. “don’t lie.” gently, he bounced you ever so slightly, a way to get you out of your shell. “come on bun, tell me what’s in that pretty little mind of yours.” deep down he wouldn’t judge, but there was always the inkling of doubt that ran in your head.

“i just missed you, that’s all,” you mumbled shyly, snuggling deeper into his broad chest. he let out a low chuckle, “i missed you too bun.” gently he tried to push your face away from his chest, him wanting to see your face. “but something tells me, it was more than that,” he nudged softly. “let me see that pretty little face of yours, and look me in the eyes and tell me what’s wrong.”

he gently brushed the hair that was stuck to your forehead away, “you got this glow on your face bun, the kind of glow you only get when you come.” of course he caught on, he was the one responsible for giving you leg shaking orgasms. “i just really missed you,” you mumbled softly, refusing to look him at him in the eyes. “i missed your touch, i missed everything.”

he nods, his gaze never leaving yours, it was full of understanding and softness. “so you touched yourself?” he gently asked. you nodded, your hands clutching onto his shirt tightly. he let out a small chuckle, holding your fists in his hands, “want me to help with that?”

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jason was always soft and gentle with you in bed, treating you like a princess, prioritising your pleasure first. “how are you feelin’ bun?” he mumbled softly, his lips gently nibbling your earlobe. he has you pinned down in a mating press, his large muscular frame on top of yours. you were in no place to talk, the pleasure was too much and your mind was going blank. the most you could do was a small pathetic nod.

“such a pretty little thing, you are doing so well.” jason gently kissed the tears that were on your cheeks, you always struggled to take him fully due to his size, hence why he would always give you small kisses and whisper words of encouragement. “taking me so well,” he groaned as your cunt gripped onto his cock.

“think you can handle it if i go a little harder?” he gently kissed your forehead. he knew your answer, and you knew it too. he was always so reassuring and gentle you would do whatever he asked. you nodded, “yeah jay,” you whined.

slowly he increased his pace, despite how deep he was going in you, his soft words of encouragement never stopped. “doin’ so well for me,” he grunted. “makin’ all those pretty sounds just for me.” he was balls deep inside you, your cunt was making the most lewd noises. “such a pretty little bun, all for me.” he praised softly.

you clung onto his neck, holding him tightly like he was going to disappear. “next time, if you need me just tell me ok? no need to hump the pillow.” you nodded, your grip tightening. jason saw how well you took him in, his cock disappearing between your swollen folds. “atta girl,” he groaned, kissing your neck.

“so pretty for me,” he mumbled leaving hot kisses on your neck. “j-jay, ‘m close,” you whined. gently, he squeezed your lower stomach, gently caressing just where he was buried in. “you can do it, i’ve got you.” he groaned at how tightly you were squeezing him. “come bun, just let it go.”

the moment he pressed on your lower stomach, you came. your moans echoing through the room. “there we go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” he grinned, kissing your forehead. you gave him a small smile, completely exhausted though you knew that you only received your first orgasm of the night, there was plenty more to give. “god, you’re so pretty so nicely fucked out for me, i have to give you some more.”

[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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[eicsferrari]

annoyance - cs55 smau pt3

summary: you don't like carlos but now he's a williams driver and you have to see a lot more of him

a/n: short and sweet end to the series! tysm for reading. lando changing his user messed this up but i decided to just ignore it for my sanity lol also i had to find a way to add the latest news of franco going to alpine so this took a little longer to post. enjoy<3

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[amphitriteswife]

Lady

Pairing: Emperor Geta x foreigner! reader

Warnings: use of drugs mentions. Reader is considered ‘exotic’. Reader is brown skinned

Summary: Geta has a special guest.

Note: Geta love me pls😔

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Emperor Geta. The young Emperor of Rome, he had a fine taste for wine and women. Often giving lavish parties, although it was more on insistence of the other Emperor, Caracalla. The party was quite…erotic to say the least. There were drugs, per request of emperor Caracalla many of the elites were present including Macrinus and general Acacius. This time without his wife Lucilla, she would rather bot attend such parties which was understandable. Acacius normally wouldn’t either, but the emperors insisted. One cannot just refuse them emperors of Rome can they not? Ofcourse, there were also concubines. Both men and women surrounding the emperors. It was no surprise that they had their own fair share of activities. However, this time Geta hadn’t touched the concubines at all and reserved himself to talk to the people present. Nothing too fancy, just some jokes and matters. Geta held a goblet filled with white wine in his hand. Caracalla found it rather odd that his brother wasn’t there with him indulging himself with the many amusing things present at the party.

Acacius and Macrinus also noticed Geta’s odd behavior but thought it wasn’t bad. Perhaps he has matured and is finally going to rule like an emperor instead of a spoiled child with power. Geta wrapped up his conversation with the person he was speaking to, only to be met with Caracalla. His eyes were red and he was stumbling. Stoned. Geta sighed and placed his goblet on the table, helping his brother stay as normal as possible and guiding him to the throne. Geta sat down with him on the throne. He wanted to speak more with the others, but he can’t leave his brother alone in this state. The concubines touched his arms and chest. He wasn’t keen on them anymore. But he didn’t refuse either, a hand playing with the necklace around his neck, another one tracing his chest through his chiton. He seemed to ignore them for now as he didn’t respond to their touches. This caused Caracalla to lean towards Geta’s ear, in reponse Geta leaned towards his brother. The two of them whispering while the party was still in full swing

‘Brother. You’re neglected the concubines.’

‘I am doing no such thing. I am simply not in the mood for that today.’

‘Are you now? You seemed so exited for the party. Here take some.’

Geta held up his hand, refusing to take a snort of the drugs from the rhino horn. He isn’t a fan of doing drugs himself in front of people, especially not now. Caracalla shrugged and leaned back in his seat, geta shot him a glance. Still loosing up with red eyes. His brother never learns does he? He’s not neglecting the concubines….this party is supposed to be about someone and he can’t mess up. He has to be on his best behavior…after all you might show up any moment. He couldn’t help but feel his heart beat pick up a pace. He’s exited, very exited to let the people see you. A smile krept upon his face when he heard someone, presumably one of the praetorians, whisper that there was a woman entering the palace. Geta retained himself from showing that he was excited for your arrival and sat up straight in his throne. His eyes darting over the many faces, some familiar, some not. Until his gaze finally landed on you.

‘Y/N L/N. Sister of the Indian emperor. Greetings to the emperors of Rome.’

Geta rose from his seat and marched over to you. Extending out his hand toward you, many guests looked at the both of you. India? Didn’t the emperor want to conquer it together with Persia?! Some guests started whispering about if this was planned or just a coincidence. Did the emperor want to have an Indian bride? Was he in love with her? Perhaps just to get close to India and conquer it via foul play? Or was he going to take over India trough you and your political power? Did the emperor even have it in him to actually do something like that? You took the emperor’s hand and kissed the top of it, his hand felt heavy in yours because of all the gold and jewels. When you pulled back Geta grabbed your hand and too, placed a kiss on it. The guests were floored. The emperor never as much lowers his head to someone. Why would he kiss your hand?? Geta remained with his gaze on yours, the both of you seemed to smirk to each other…from the gleam in both your eyes the others could tell that there is something more…but they don’t know you yet. Everything is unclear especially since you’re a foreigner who might be the potential empress. Geta stood up straight again and grabbed his goblet that was filled with wine by one of his servants, grabbing you one as well and handing it to you.

‘For you my lady, I hope the wine will suit your taste.’

Geta smiled at you and took a sip of his wine, waiting for you to do that too. Yet you never did, you kept talking but you never one tasted the wine. Perhaps you’re not the biggest fan on wine? Oh well, he’ll ignore it for now, you are a guest after all. His hand lingered a little on your form a little too much. His eyes darting to his brother for a split moment and then back to you. The two of you already had a whole plan with each other that was about to unfold. Geta pressed the goblet against his lips and flickered his gaze to the crowd who seemed intrigued in the ordeal but still talked to one another to not make it seem that way. After a long savory sip Geta chuckled at you slightly.

‘Enjoy your stay.’

‘Thank you Emperor.’

With a satisfying smile Geta walked back and sat on the throne. His brother giggling like a little kid at the between the encounter of you and his brother. Geta spared him a glance and leaned back in his seat. His hand reaching out for the concubines’ arm instead. Placing it on his chest as a sign for them to touch him. How would you feel if you knew that the Emperor of Rome is having his concubines touch him in front of you? He needs to know. The concubines giggled slightly and caress him, his eyes still however following you. It was pretty oblivious, very obvious. Even Caracalla noticed it and leaned towards his brother. He seemed more down to earth. Perhaps the drugs wore off a little. Although the alcohol made up for it. He’s probably drunk. Yes, he definitely is. Geta can smell the heavy yet fruity scent of the wine. His eyes were still on you, not sparing him a glance. Geta let out a huff and raised a hand to the concubines signaling them to stop. Caracalla snickered.

‘Brother, do you wish to say something?’

‘Well…aren’t you intrigued? Never knew you were into Indian women…they do have long thick hair and brown skin…they can have…very oily skin too…’

‘Brother, watch yourself. Her race does not have anything to do with the matter…and don’t make it erotic’

‘Does it? Well i can say for certain that it does. Whether it’s because of political views….or just because you want…excitement.’

‘Treat her with respect brother, currently she is the one who is the comes the closest to us in terms of status in this room.’

‘Oh who cares about that brother Geta?’

‘I do brother. And please, she is a very valuable guest, both in mind, body, soul and spirit…a strong woman indeed’

A low chuckled escaped the younger twin’s lips. His eyes darting from you, who was talking with general Acacius, to Geta, who seemed to stare at you quite intensely. Caracalla followed his brother’s gaze. You indeed looked exotic…well he can perhaps see what his brother sees. Caracalla once again turned his attention to Geta, who stayed silent. He ignored him which caused Caracalla to frown before changing back to his childish self when the concubines touched him. He stood up from his throne, his gaze meeting yours before making his way over to you. General Acacius, who was talking to you, cut his conversation short and instead stepped back for the emperor to speak to you.

‘Hello…Y/N? Am i correct?’

‘You are Emperor.’

‘I had heard…and seen…that you are familiar with my brother, emperor Geta’

‘I am, Emperor’

‘Quite short answered are we?’

‘I apologize. Emperor’

‘It’s okay…a lady who is a beauty can be forgiven for almost anything…Am I right?’

Caracalla turned turned crowd, they seemed hesitant. A rather uncomfortable yet tense atmosphere fell into the room…that was until Macrinus agreed with him, only then did the reaction flood after one another likes dominoes. Caracalla seamed pleased with the answer and reactions from the crowd, although they didn’t sound too sure of it.

‘My brother says that you’re strong, can I take his word for it? He tends to be a liar most of the time.’

Your eyes flickered towards Geta who wanted to make his way over you too, only to stop mid way when he heard his brother’s words. He seemed rather shocked. Usually something like this would bring humiliation, embarrassment perhaps flustering to the mind and heart. Yet he looks more…hurt? Well it’s not surprising to feel that way when your own brother accused you of being a lair. Geta swallowed, not because it was true, but because he now sees that his brother doesn’t trust his enough. The scene is rather pathetic. But you’re here for one purpose. Geta. If he married you he has access to India, one of the many lands he wants to conquer. And if you marry him you’ll be empress of Rome. It’s a win win.

‘So you think emperor Geta lies…interesting. But to answer your question, emperor Caracalla, I am strong although i say so myself’

‘Military wise? Or perhaps politically wise? Maybe…physical…wise?’

The last few words were said in a rather slower and seductive tone. His eye’s flickering over your body. It didn’t go unnoticed but you ignored it. He did have a point, you were strong physically. But you would prefer to be recognized for fighting, not how long you last in bed. What a foolish question. It’s embarrassing honestly. You’re not just some concubine. You’re the sister of an emperor. You would’ve never thought such a title would be disrespected by another emperor himself. He should know better, should he not? But then again he might not be the brightest. Emperor Geta isn’t a liar, in fact you can probably assume that most of the people here would turn their backs on Caracalla in a second or they weren’t even on his side to begin with. Yet he questions the one who’s the most loyal and has his back, his brother Geta

‘That’s enough.’

‘Is it brother? Come on my lady…show me your might, who knows? Perhaps you can break the bed!’

Geta clicked his tongue at his brother’s words and stood next to him. His brows furrowed and a little scowl on his face. He didn’t like where this was going. Not at all. This party was supposed to be for you, about you coming here from India. About perhaps having a first meeting with the generals and important people. Not have his brother try to humiliate you. Geta’s eyes narrowed at his brother when he grabbed one of the concubines.

‘You can join us if you like, mighty lady…can’t she brother?’

‘I-’

‘Why would i lay with you emperor? I’m already supposed to marry Emperor Geta. I’m not a fan of being with others. Especially not at such a crucial moment.’

A deafening silence filled the room. Caracalla stammered a little, unsure of what to make of the new information. The concubines all looked at Geta who left out this vital information. Well…it was an agreement to not mention it…at least not now. But figuring from your personality other wad to get back at his brother. Which he can’t really blame you for it either…general Acacius darted his eyes between the two of you. He wondered what Lucilla would think of this. Ignoring the akward silence you wrapped your arm around Geta’s.

‘Looks like i’ll be staying in your room tonight, Emperor.’

[yeomongi]

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 — 𐙚

genre : fluff :3

pairing : mingi x you

word count : ~1k

warnings : little bit of crying, that’s really it

synopsis : y/n has been overwhelmed with finals, barely taking care of themselves in the process. noticing their stress, mingi takes charge, planning a day filled with breakfast, laughter, and relaxation to remind them it's okay to take a break.

note : this was pretty therapeutic to write since after i’ m doing with winter break i have to go back to preparing for more finals 😔 tysm to whoever requested this cuz it was so cute and fun to write!! reblogs and interactions appreciated! ^^

you wake up to the soft hum of a familiar tune drifting into your room. blinking groggily, you glance at your phone and frown at the time. it’s early—earlier than you usually get up, especially after staying up late to study. finals have been relentless, the constant stress weighing heavy on your shoulders.

as you sit up, the aroma of something delicious wafts through the air. your stomach growls, reminding you that you barely ate last night, too absorbed in your notes to notice the time.

swinging your legs off the bed, you shuffle towards the kitchen. mingi is standing there, his tall frame hunched slightly as he flips a pancake with surprising concentration. he’s wearing an apron that’s slightly too small for him, the edges tied snugly around his waist.

he doesn’t notice you right away, too focused on his task. his tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth—a habit of his when he’s concentrating. the sight makes you smile, even though you’re still groggy.

“mingi?” your voice is hoarse from sleep.

he turns, his face lighting up with a smile so wide it makes your heart skip a beat. “good morning, y/n!” he sets the spatula down and strides over to you, gently placing his hands on your waist. “go sit down. breakfast is almost ready.”

you blink up at him, confused. “what’s going on?”

he gently steers you toward the couch, ignoring your question. “no work today,” he announces firmly. “no studying, no stressing. just you, me, and a day of relaxing.”

“mingi—”

“uh-uh,” he interrupts, holding up a hand. “you’ve been working yourself way too hard, y/n. i’ve been watching you, and i can tell you’re burning out. so, i’m taking charge today.”

you stare at him, part of you wanting to argue, but the exhaustion in your body wins out. with a sigh, you nod. “fine. but only because you made pancakes.”

his grin grows impossibly wider. “that’s the spirit!”

a few minutes later, he sets a plate of fluffy pancakes in front of you, drizzled with syrup and topped with fresh fruit. he sits beside you with his own plate, watching eagerly as you take your first bite.

“this is amazing,” you mumble around a mouthful, and mingi beams, his cheeks flushing with pride.

“good! i watched, like, three youtube videos to get it right,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

after breakfast, mingi ushers you back to your room, insisting you get dressed while he cleans up. when you come out, he’s waiting by the door with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“we’re going out,” he announces.

“where?”

“you’ll see.”

he leads you to a quiet park on the outskirts of town. the air is crisp, the sky a soft blue with wisps of clouds lazily drifting by. mingi spreads out a blanket under a large tree and gestures for you to sit.

“this is nice,” you admit, leaning back against the tree trunk.

“i thought you’d like it,” he says, pulling a thermos from his bag. “i made tea.”

you raise an eyebrow. “who are you, and what have you done with mingi?”

he laughs, the sound warm and melodic. “i can be thoughtful, you know.”

“i know,” you say softly, your chest tightening with affection.

the two of you sit there for a while, sipping tea and chatting about nothing in particular. mingi cracks jokes, his antics making you laugh until your cheeks hurt. for the first time in weeks, the weight of finals doesn’t feel so crushing.

as the afternoon stretches on, mingi pulls out a small speaker and starts playing music. he stands up, extending a hand toward you.

“dance with me,” he says, his eyes sparkling.

you hesitate. “here? now?”

“why not?” he counters, his grin mischievous.

rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a smile, you take his hand. he pulls you to your feet and spins you around, his movements clumsy but endearing. the two of you laugh, stumbling over each other as you try to match the rhythm of the music.

it’s silly and uncoordinated, but it’s perfect.

by the time the sun starts to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you feel lighter than you have in weeks.

“thank you, mingi,” you say quietly as you pack up the blanket.

he looks at you, his expression soft. “for what?”

“for today. for... everything.”

he shrugs, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “you deserve it, y/n. you work so hard, and sometimes you forget to take care of yourself. i just wanted to remind you that it’s okay to take a break.”

his words hit you harder than you expected, and you find yourself blinking back tears. mingi notices and immediately pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping securely around you.

“no crying,” he murmurs, his voice teasing but gentle. “this is a no-stress zone, remember?”

you nod against his chest, a laugh bubbling up despite yourself. “got it.”

as the two of you walk back home, hand in hand, you can’t help but feel grateful. mingi might be a little chaotic at times, but he has the biggest heart. and today, he reminded you of something important: you’re not alone in this.

and with him by your side, finals suddenly don’t seem so scary anymore.

[hexhomos]

Hey man, I follow you on bluesky, but I’m too shy to interact openly 😔 Could you maybe share more about the state of the fandom before season 2? I was watching Arcane as it was coming out in 2021, but I never interacted with the fandom back then so a lot of things that you say come as a surprise… Even I knew that a lot of people disliked Jayce tho which was crazy to me because he was my favorite after Jinx and Silco and I always found him to very compellingly written. But I never thought that he was hated to such an extent! Was Jayvik really a crackship with a small fanbase as some people say? I knew it was much smaller than Caitvi which I thought was totally fair and understandable, but I’m pretty sure that I saw a decent amount of fan art on my Twitter TL back then…

Its very inaccurate to call jayvik a crackship during season 1 LOLLLL s1act1 had such a JV boom it was partially marketed by word of mouth as possible canon yaoi. And I say "marketed" with intent, netflix official pages and riot official pages made posts/memes with these two, including some sexual innuendo. Keep in mind, vikjayce was an old ship: from 2012 onwards there's already faint niches in the community and even fanfics.

I have some of those social media posts here.

The marketing yaoi memes became a problem after act2 came out and a lot of the audience felt rightfully betrayed/led on by corporate; i think on the netflix side they got confused on who the canon gay pair was but old time players were well acquainted with riot's HORRID handling of mlm couples - the disappointment wrt jayvik in season 1 was palpable and impossible to ignore, partially because their stories WERE well liked ingame as their lore selves, and in act1 as a potential couple.

for a little while back there "riot HATES gay men" became a whole memetic chorus repeated ad nauseam, and this did affect the decisionmaking process. In the following months they got lil nas X to collab on their yearly esports theme and collab on the new gay champion release (a man permanently separated from his ex partner because he was terrible in the relationship. no comment) and we also got the pride month reconfirmation that tfgraves are gay for eachother, though once again not in a relationship and not allowed to even confess, they were just posing in general proximity under the rainbow flag; an obvious step down from the pitch where they had Old Romantic History. Not even a kiss. You can sense the pattern on how riot approaches gay men here, and /why/ a lot of people on the fence have rallied behind jayvik after season 2. It would finally subvert the trend.

I would say post season 1 it was obviously caitvi city, with some other niches, biggest ones being timebomb and jayvik. Caitvi were Mega viral, successfully tricked general audiences into calling the game "league of lesbians" for a while back there, ascribing progressivity to the company where it was pinkmoneying at best. People's general hatred of jayce made it so he was underutilized, misread and mischaracterized at large, INCLUDING in caitvi or general fanworks. He was a republican trumpian dumbjock stocks guy, insert your least liked man here. It was not uncommon to click on a jayvik fic/fanart and see some sort of sentiment related to "oh jayce sucks but someone needs to kiss viktor", and this was mild ribbings when compared to people who DIDN'T ship it. On these other waters it was common to see "Viktor deserves much better!!!!!!" plastered on all the walls. hence the massive y/n stats on viktors page.

still, people who stuck by jayvik were generally doubly invested on it, and they even got a couple of zines made! Secret santa projects were also up and running for some years. There was fanmerch though not as much as we are seeing now, and also a recapture of league vikjayce content in much, much smaller numbers. Even back then and in the years before season 2 some rioters would already share and interact with these fanworks; people insisting that jayvik is "new" or was uncommon before are extremely wrong. In AO3 stats alone they were in the top 3 league ships of all time after season 1, and they are firmly #2 as of now, rapidly growing. The fanbase is cosmically larger now but the seed was always there.

[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.

Tags :

@iris-arcadia

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

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.”

[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..."

___________________________________________

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.

___________________________________________

"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."

___________________________________________

"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."