#SHE CAN CURE MY DISEASE

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MOTHER MONSTER IS FINALLY BACK 🔥

STREAM DISEASE

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HYUNJIN | 200925 • BACK DOOR ( for @hyunpic 💘 )

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thank you to lady gaga’s fiancée for making her get back into music or whatever idc. this is a hit and i need a collaboration with chappell roan announced by the end of the month

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fukouna girl on loop gang send help

[plumbus-central]

what does Minnie's cutie mark mean?

its based off an incident that occurred before she immigrated to ricks dimension and planet. She is originally from a royal/noble family in a fantasy type dimension (picture like the underworld but with more infrastructure), and she was assassinated but brought back to life by necromancy magic which she then inherited the ability to use.

So basically its just Horse Skull = Necromancy

thank you for the question! minnie's been my oc for like a decade so i dont always remember the things i've shared abt her.

(i sort of went off in the tags but i dont want to copy n paste it all up here so just make sure to read the tags for more info on her powers. I prommy im working on a minnie info post! 😭)

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save me fukouna girl SAVE ME fukouna girl !!!!!!!!save m

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i have a little knee injury and ive been telling people its just from me sitting down weird but really, i hurt my knee dancing to lady gaga

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This is Doaa @doaaadas

Originally from north Gaza, Doaa lived with her parents in a comfortable home. When the IOF invaded, they became trapped in their home for days, going hungry and thirsty for much of that time. When they finally escaped, Doaa’s father was killed and Doaa was injured.

Since that day, Doaa’s health has been extremely fragile. She tries to receive what treatment she can, but the lack of availability of care has exacerbated her injury and created a cascade of health problems.

Doaa is currently in surgery and she is in very poor condition. Although we are glad she was able to get this procedure, it is not going to be a cure-all. She will still have serious health problems, and the trauma of the surgery itself will leave her weak and vulnerable to infection and disease.

Doaa has only her mother with her. Her mother is terrified and exhausted, and has no source of income. Please help them afford basic necessities like water, food, and supplies for managing Doaa’s health going forward.

Please donate what you can and share her campaign so it gets more visibility. It has very low funds, and your sharing is very helpful and appreciated.

Thank you❤️

Doaa’s campaign is verified by @mohammedalhabil2000

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sorry Ive fallen behind on drabblecember already gang, the odd sleep patterns from adjusting to having crumb home has finally taken its toll on me...Im so eepy 😭

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Wild West

Pairing: Cowgirl!Reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: Save a horse, ride a Federal Agent !

Disclaimers: VERY BAD COUNTRY ACCENT, silly horse riding, horse facts, super brief talk of a murder case. SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI Dry humping, riding, piv sex, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, afterrcaree <3

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD ! i channeled all my angst and emo into this fic and i think the sex part is pretty good, does that make any sense ? Nope ! But did it work ? Yup !!! Anyway, COWBOY SPENCER !!!!!!

Spencer Reid never considered himself the spontaneous type, especially when it came to his free time. Preferring chess games in the parks against college students, reading in his apartment or spending his government money in libraries. He never fancied being an outdoorsy person, especially out in the sun, all that sweaty skin making his skin crawl. However that changed when a very beautiful and cute cowgirl made him an offer.

"No, I haven't seen anything down here. My cameras only catchin' some raccoons or deer, nothin' like murderers" You shrug as you lean against the fences lining the ranch, the agents nodding at your response and turning to walk away. "Hey.." you call out, specifically to the tall curly haired agent. "If you ever have any free time, feel free to stop by. My girls are nice, I promise" With a wink and soft giggles, the agents leave with one flustered and one with a shit eating grin on his face.

Stepping out of his car, the scent of horses strong in the air, it's slightly stinky but nothing horrible that you wouldn't expect. The dirt is dry and the air matches the feel, the wind blowing said dirt up. He squints from the sunlight hitting his face and he begins making his way onto the property. He stepped up on the wooden rickety porch and opened your very creaky screen door, the porch creaking in response under his weight. He doubts your home, seeming as its mid-day and you live on an equestrian farm. He figures you're most likely tending to them.

Still he knocked and waited. And when we didn't get an answer, he rightfully assumes his previous assumption was correct. He rounds your house to the back where he sees the back of your figure, tending to a beige horse. Your hands moved with such care and love and the wind blew your hair softly against your back. He hasn't even seen your face and he can already feel his chest tighten with excitement. You turn just at the right time to catch him walking about a foot away from your fence.

"Well look who it is, Doctor Reid" you tease as you walk closer to where he was standing on the other side of the fence.

"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name" he's more flattered than surprised, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Well it aint often I got feds pokin and prodin around for serial killers" You tease, posting up with your hands on your hips as you both just stare at each other. Something sparking that wasn't expressed yet understood so well. You look away after a second or so "So, how about I show you around ?" He nods and enters the fence.

Hes a little wary about the horses and to combat that anxiety, he begins doing what he does best. "Did you know that horses have actually helped find several different diseases and cures, like HIV, HPV and even tumor viruses ?" He begins spewing facts about horses and ranches as he follows through the stables and around your farm.

"well aint that so ?" You reply and lean against the stable of a grulla horse, the horse poking it's head above the door and eyeing Spencer curiously. "This here is my darling angel, Rosie. She's the second horse I got when I was an older teen and she's been with me since" You introduce the horse to Spencer and pet her.

Rosie leans her head closer to Spencer, sniffing as he awkwardly greets the horse leaning back anxiously. Seeing the reaction from him, he huffs in Spencer's face and makes his hair slightly messy. You laugh at the mischievous behavior from Rosie. "I promise she's a sweetheart" you reassure him as he fixes his hair and wipes his face off.

After getting Spencer to change his converse for boots, you let him walk horses around with you before getting enough confidence and feel to actually ride them with you. Spencer tenses as the horse roams around, holding onto the horn of the saddle like it was a lifeline. You giggle as you ride next to him, telling him to relax and that Rosie won't hurt him "unless you want her to"

"I don't want her to !" Spencer responds, his tone much higher and scared than he meant it to be. You laugh at his response, turning your tobiano you were on to one side of the ranch and calling Rosie to come towards you. Hearing your call, Rosie comes prancing to you which causes Spencer to yelp and squeeze with his thighs as hard as he could out of fear of falling off. You can't help but laugh at his response, leaning forward as Spencer scolds you for laughing at him. "81% of horseback riders get injured sometimes during their life ! I have a right to be terrified !"

You roll your eyes at his geeky, anxious behavior and check the time on your watch, it's been 2 hours since you two started on the horses. "It's been 2 hours, you wanna call it ?" You ask and he responds with much glee at the suggestion. Getting off of the horse, you make quick work to get to Spencer's side to help him off the horse. It would suck if a federal agent fell off your horse and got trampled by your horse.

Back at the stables, after a nice talk and walk back, you get the horses settled into their stables. You both walk out the stable, laughing and getting to know each other slightly better. "You should've seen your face riding the horse !" You poked fun at him teasingly and he chuckled slightly embarrassed. "How was that case of yours you were with ?" You stop at the entrance when you ask him the question, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

"It went about the same as the rest of our cases, sadistic serial killer, a lot of childhood trauma that fueled a lot of his killing. Luckily we got him before he got to his 6th victim" He informs with the same glee and enthusiasm that he had with the horse facts.

You nod, pursing your lips "it's good we have handsome fellas like you protecting these lands" You smirk and raise a single brow at him. His face slightly flushes and he chuckles, stepping closer to you with his hands still in his pockets.

"You think I'm handsome ?" He asks with a low tone and you place your hands on his chest then slide them up to his shoulders. Once he feels your hands on him, he takes that as a cue to place his hands on your waist.

"I wouldn't have let just any agent on my property" you smile and he leans in, pressing his lips on yours. You reciprocate with the same slow romance before it quickly becomes rough and passionate. You both grasp and pull at each other, groaning and moaning into the kiss before you pull away and push him away softly. "Might wanna go to a spot with less eyes watching us" you tease and upon realizing what you mean, he agrees.

Not even three feet into the back door and you two are back to passion. With him, quickly undoing his buttons and you mirror his actions. You both toss the shirts in the dinning room and quickly make your way to the living room. You make quick on undoing your buckle and unzipping your pants after you push Spencer down onto your worn-in couch. Stepping out of your boots and jeans, you would've worn a matching bra and panties if you knew you would have such a wild guest but Spencer sure as hell isn't complaining. You climb onto his lap and flip your hair away from your face before going down to kiss him again.

Spencer's hands begin to develop a mind of their own as they wander the back of your body. Trailing down your back and gripping your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The kiss quickly gets sloppy as you begin rocking your lips. You both pull away to release some blocked moans and groans, Spencer gripping your thighs as you dry hump him. "That's it baby" he softly praises you. You throw your head back as your hips gain speed and before you can start going even faster, his hands stop you.

You whine and lean against him, your hands trailing down his upper arms. "i need you, I wanna ride you" you softly beg practically in his ear.

"you like riding huh ?" He teases as you lean back to let him slide his jeans off just enough to reveal his boxers, and then his cock. You feel your cunt water just at the sight of it, already imagining how it's gonna feel deep inside you. You undo the clips of your bra and toss it just as you did with your shirt earlier. Spencer moans at the sight and his cock pulses against his tummy. He slides his hands from your waist up the front of your stomach to your boobs, letting his hands feel them. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing at his wrist as he massages your boobs.

"I wanna see your face as you ride me, baby" he speaks in a low tone. You bite your lip in response and sit up to move your panties to the side. Grabbing his cock, you begin to stroke it causing him to groan and throw his head back against the couch. You line him up with your entrance and connecting your lips with his, you start sitting down. As soon as you feel the stretch, you pull away and gasp out small moans. Balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulder, you slowly sink down til hes all the way inside you. You both haven't started and are already a moaning mess.

"oh my.." you gasp out, sitting still before sitting up and sinking back down. You gasp out sharp breaths and tiny moans as you start off slow. Spencer's hands grip your hips as you move up and down, matching your moans with each movement. Praises and expletives spilling out as you gain speed and as you ride him faster, the louder you both become. Thank god you don't have neighbors for hours because they won't be extremely uncomfortable and probably upset.

"Hon- ah..Honey, I'm so close- ah.." you manage between moans as you feel a heat pooling in your stomach. Spencer cups the peak of your ass as your rhythm becomes faster and almost animalistic in pursuit of your climax.

"Yea baby ? Go ahead, cum for me" He encourages and that's what pushes you to finish. You sink down, your legs shaking and your entire body heating up as you feel the wave hit you. The sweet, euphoric wave that makes your back arch and you cry out. Spencer grips your ass as you finish and squeeze around him. "Just a little more, okay ?" He softly asked before he began thrusting up into you, making you moan even louder. The overstimulation makes your mind spin and you swore you saw the pearly gates.

"Yes, Spencer ! Oh my god !" You cry out and he slams up into you, filling you. His hips shutters against you before you both collapse. You lay against him, breathing heavy as the heat wears off and your skin finally reacts to the cool ac in the room. He wraps his arms around you, checking your face. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, through labored breathing.

"yea.." you breathe out, nodding before snuggling closer. He keeps his arms wrapped around you for only a moment before lifting your body to take himself out of you. Mixed cum dripping out of you, making you whimper as you feel it drip down onto his jeans and couch.

"i got you, it's okay" he softly comforts you before laying you down next to him, he tucks himself in his jeans and stands up. "Let me clean you up" he pecks your lips before hurrying off to your kitchen. Yup, this isn't gonna be the only time this hot ass fed rides your horses and there's definitely gonna be even more riding later on.

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[inseobts]

HAII, I heard your request is now open again and I wanted to request this!

wherein the reader has feelings for (any character you want!) and they friend zone her, and she gets the hanahaki disease!😁 they don't tell anyone until they're almost at the brink of death. well, you can choose if the reader lives or not but the character you choose will happen to realize they do have feelings for the reader and they were only confused at the beginning!

it's kinda like angst sorry😅 But I really want to see something like this from you, since you are an excellent writer! ty smmm

Petals in Silence

zoro x fem!reader

Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病 (Japanese); 하나하키병 (Korean); 花吐病 (Chinese)) is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’s romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

a/n: wrote about this for one of my old kpop fanfics so I got really exciting to write this again for a different media

words count: 4.0k

tags: illness, angst and fluff, chopper and law being good doctors, unrequited love, slow burn, emotional hurt

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The first time you cough up a petal, it’s early morning.

You’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom when something tickles your throat. You cough once, then harder.

A soft, white petal drops into the sink.

You blink. Stare. It’s delicate. Real.

“What the hell…?”

You look up at the mirror. Your reflection stares back, pale and confused.

You cough again.

Another petal.

“No. No, no, no.”

You quickly wash the sink, flush the petals, and press a trembling hand to your mouth. You’re breathing fast now.

“What is this?” you whisper.

You sneak into the library on the ship when no one’s around. Robin might be there later, but right now it’s quiet.

You pull out an old medical book. Then another.

Finally, you find it.

Hanahaki Disease: A rare, fatal illness caused by unrequited love. The infected cough up flower petals as feelings deepen. The only cures are returned love… or surgery that erases all memory of the beloved person.

You reread it five times.

Then you sit back, stunned.

“No way...” you say out loud “That’s not real.”

But the pain in your chest disagrees.

You press your hand over your heart. It feels like something is blooming. Slowly. Cruelly.

You whisper the name you’ve been hiding in your heart for so long “…Zoro.”

You try to act normal during dinner. You sit beside Luffy and across from Zoro. You talk with Nami, laugh with Usopp. But you keep sneaking glances at him.

Zoro’s sipping sake, listening to Sanji rant about proper cooking technique. He doesn’t even look your way.

That tiny ache in your chest grows just a bit stronger.

You excuse yourself early and go to bed.

Later that night, Zoro finds you on the deck. You’re alone, staring at the sea. You don’t notice him until he speaks.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You flinch a little “Oh yeah. Just thinking.”

He steps beside you. Arms crossed “You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m fine” you say quickly.

“Didn’t ask if you were fine,” he says, tone flat “I said you’ve been quiet.”

You don’t answer. You look away, afraid you’ll start coughing again.

“Anyway,” he says after a moment, “don’t push yourself too hard. You get weird when you're tired.”

You smile, small and sad “Thanks, Zoro.”

He nods and walks away, like nothing’s wrong. Like your heart isn’t trying to kill you.

You start avoiding him.

Not in a big, obvious way. Just enough to keep the pain small. Manageable.

You leave the room when he enters. You sit farther away at meals. You laugh at his jokes less. You pretend you’re busy when he trains, even though you used to watch him every day.

Still, he notices.

“You mad at me or something?” Zoro asks one afternoon.

You blink “What? No.”

He raises an eyebrow “You’ve been weird. Distant.”

You shrug “Maybe I’m just tired.”

He watches you, arms crossed “You’ve said that a lot lately.”

You force a smile “Guess I’m always tired.”

You walk away before you start coughing again.

Later that night, you’re alone again on the deck. Same spot. Same stars. Same sea.

Your chest feels heavy tonight. Your throat burns.

You cough hard. Petals. So many.

They spill from your mouth, red and white, soft and cruel.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stop the sound, trying not to cry.

This is getting worse.

You fall to your knees.

It’s too late to stop it now.

The next morning, you can’t take it anymore.

You find Chopper in the infirmary. You pull him aside, whispering.

“Can I ask you something… privately?”

He looks up at you, curious “Of course. What’s wrong?”

You swallow hard “Do you know anything about… Hanahaki disease?”

His eyes widen.

“What?” he says “Why? Who—who has it?”

You don’t answer. Just pull a crumpled petal from your pocket and place it in his hand.

His face falls.

“Oh no… Y/N...” he whispers.

You don’t speak.

He looks at you with tears in his eyes “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!”

You give him the weakest smile “I didn’t want anyone to know. Especially not him.”

Zoro finds you the next day.

“You’ve been ignoring me” he says bluntly.

You sigh “I haven’t.”

“You have. What’s going on?”

You look at him. Really look at him.

Strong. Focused. Brave. And not yours.

You take a deep breath.

“Zoro,” you say softly, “do you see me as… anything more than a friend?”

He frowns “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer.”

He looks confused for a second, then says, “You’re a great friend. You know that.”

Your heart cracks right there “I see.”

He tilts his head “Why?”

You shake your head and step back “No reason.”

“Wait—”

“I have to go” you whisper, already walking away.

You cough again as you turn the corner. This time, petals fall from your hands like snow.

You visit Chopper again the next day. This time, you don’t bother hiding the blood on your sleeve.

He panics the moment he sees you.

“Y/N, sit down, right now.”

You do.

He shines a light in your throat, listens to your breathing, checks your heartbeat. His hooves are trembling.

“Your lungs…” he says quietly “the flowers are growing faster.”

“I know.”

“You’re in the second stage. If this keeps up—”

“I know, Chopper.”

Silence.

You break it first.

“Is there any way to slow it down?” you ask, voice thin “Just a little?”

Chopper hesitates “I can give you medicine to ease the pain. But it won’t stop the petals.”

You nod. That’s enough. For now.

He wraps your wrist where you’d scratched it raw from coughing.

“You need to tell the others” he says softly.

“I can’t.”

“Y/N—”

“No.”

He looks at you, torn between doctor and friend. But he nods.

For now, he’ll keep your secret.

At lunch, you barely touch your food. Sanji notices right away.

“You feelin’ alright, sweetheart?” he asks, kneeling beside your chair with a plate in hand.

You blink “I’m fine.”

“Liar,” Nami says across the table “You look like a ghost.”

Usopp leans in “Have you been throwing up or something?”

Your grip tightens on your fork “Just tired.”

“You keep saying that,” Luffy mumbles with food in his mouth “You said that yesterday, and the day before that, and the—”

“I said I’m fine!” you snap.

Silence falls.

You don’t look at anyone. You stand quickly, chair scraping back.

“I’m sorry. I just... I need some air.”

You rush out before they see your hand fly to your mouth.

You cough behind a crate on the lower deck. Violet petals. Tiny thorns. Blood.

You shake as they fall into your palm.

Someone walks by above you, and you press your mouth shut until your lungs burn. You can’t let them hear.

You slide down to the floor, heart pounding.

You can’t keep this up much longer.

That night, Zoro knocks on your door.

You don’t answer.

He opens it anyway “Hey. We need to talk.”

You sit on your bed, facing the wall.

He walks in slowly “You’ve been avoiding everyone. Something’s wrong.”

You don’t move “I’m just tired.”

“That’s not gonna work anymore,” he says “Your voice is weak. You’re pale. And you’re breathing weird.”

You say nothing.

Zoro narrows his eyes “Did someone hurt you?”

That makes you laugh. It’s a broken sound “No. Not someone.”

He waits.

You finally turn toward him, eyes glassy “I think I’m sick, Zoro.”

He steps closer “Sick how?”

You look down at your hands. But you don’t answer.

Not yet.

He understands and leaves you alone.

It’s been weeks.

You’re coughing more now. Petals come in waves, in your sleep, in the middle of meals, behind closed doors. You can barely hide it anymore. Chopper’s running out of ways to explain your pale skin and shaking hands.

Then one afternoon, Law steps onto the Sunny.

The crew cheers, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen the Heart Pirates. But you don’t move from the railing. Your body feels too heavy.

Zoro notices.

So does Chopper.

Later, Chopper finds you in the infirmary, Law just behind him.

He stares at you for a long moment, then sighs “Chopper told me everything. Including the petals.”

Your breath catches.

Chopper looks hopeful, desperate even “He thinks he can do the surgery. It’s risky, but it might work.”

You go cold “The memory one?”

Law nods “I can remove the infection. The petals. You’ll survive. But you’ll forget everything tied to the person who caused it.”

You don’t even have to think.

“No.”

Chopper gasps “What? Y/N, you’re dying.”

“I don’t care,” you whisper “I don’t want to forget him.”

Law watches you carefully “You’d rather die than let go?”

You nod.

There’s a pause. Then Law gestures for Chopper to leave the room.

He does, slowly.

Now it’s just you and Law.

“I don’t do emotional attachments” he says, leaning against the wall “But even I know this is stupid.”

You laugh bitterly “Yeah. It is.”

He folds his arms “You sure he doesn’t feel anything for you?”

“He made it clear,” you say, staring at the floor “He sees me as a friend. That’s all.”

Law raises an eyebrow “You asked him?”

“Of course, I'm dying... I asked if he could ever see me as more. He said I’m a great friend. That’s it.”

He doesn’t reply for a moment. Then quietly, he says, “You should tell him about the disease.”

You look up sharply “No. That’s the one thing I won’t do.”

“Why?”

Your voice cracks “Because I don’t want to be loved out of pity. I want it to be real. Not because I’m dying.”

Behind the cracked door, someone stands frozen.

Zoro.

He hadn’t meant to listen. He was just walking by.

He wasn’t trying to find you. Not on purpose.

But now your words are echoing in his head, and they won’t stop.

“I don’t want to forget him.”

“I want it to be real.”

He feels like something is unraveling in his chest.

Suddenly, memories flood in. You watching him train. Laughing at his jokes. Smiling when you thought he wasn’t looking. Bleeding silently.

And him, brushing you off. Pushing the feelings down. Because love was a weakness. A distraction. Something he couldn’t afford.

But now you're dying, and it’s his fault you’re alone.

He presses his hand to the wall beside the door.

“Idiot” he whispers.

He doesn’t even know if he means you or himself.

Zoro doesn’t sleep that night.

He leans against the railing of the upper deck, sword resting by his side, your words stuck in his mind like a thorn he can’t pull out.

“I want it to be real.”

“I don’t want to forget him.”

He tightens his grip on the hilt.

He doesn’t understand everything about emotions... hell, he usually avoids them altogether but he’s not dumb.

He heard enough to know what this is.

Enough to know you’ve been dying quietly, and everyone’s been hiding it from him.

The next morning, he finds Chopper in the kitchen, alone, fiddling with a pile of vitamins and bandages.

Zoro crosses his arms and speaks flatly “What’s wrong with her?”

Chopper freezes “W-Who?”

Zoro just stares.

Chopper sweats “You mean…uh…Nami? I think she had a cold last week—”

“Y/N” Zoro says, voice sharp “Don’t play dumb.”

Chopper drops the spoon in his hoof “Oh.”

Zoro leans in, towering over the small reindeer “I heard Law talking to her. I heard enough. Now tell me everything.”

Chopper swallows “I-I promised not to—”

“Chopper.”

“I—I mean—she’s—”

He folds immediately “Okay! Okay! It’s Hanahaki!”

Zoro stiffens “Hanahaki…?”

“She’s been coughing up petals for weeks. She’s in stage two, probably. Her lungs are already getting worse. If she doesn’t get surgery, she’ll—” Chopper gulps before continuing “She’ll die.”

Zoro goes completely still.

“And it’s because of—” Chopper shuts his mouth with both hooves.

“Because of what, Chopper?”

“I—I can’t say that part—”

Zoro crouches down, voice low “Is it because of me?”

Chopper's eyes fill with panic.

“That’s a yes.”

“Zoro...”

He stands up suddenly, knocking over a chair. His jaw clenches.

Chopper reaches out “Please don’t get mad at her! She didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t want you to know. She didn’t want to make you feel bad—”

Zoro turns away, fists clenched “She’s dying and she’s worried about me?”

“She loves you,” Chopper says quietly “But she’d rather die than force you to love her back.”

Zoro doesn’t answer.

He just stands there, breathing hard and then he walks out.

Fast.

Not toward you.

Not yet.

He needs to get his head straight because for the first time in a long time, Zoro is afraid.

Not of losing a fight.

But of losing you.

You’re sitting alone in the small reading room on the Sunny, legs tucked up beneath you, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. A book is open on your lap, unread. The words blur. Your head throbs.

You’ve been coughing all morning. You can taste iron in the back of your throat.

You hear the door open and close behind you.

You don’t look up “Chopper, I already took the medicine—”

“It’s not Chopper.”

Your breath catches.

You look up.

Zoro.

Standing there, arms crossed. Shadows under his eyes. A strange look on his face — like something sharp and unfinished.

You blink slowly “What do you want?”

He walks forward. No swords. No usual swagger. Just…Zoro.

“I know” he says.

Your stomach drops.

“I know everything. Hanahaki. The petals. That it’s because of me.”

You go still.

“I didn’t want you to find out,” you say quietly “Not like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want your pity.”

He sits across from you. His eyes are unreadable.

“You didn’t want to tell me... but you told Law?”

You wince “Chopper dragged him in. Said he could save me.”

Zoro stares at you for a moment. Then “You turned down the surgery.”

“Yes.”

“Because you didn’t want to forget.”

“Yes.”

Silence.

You speak first “I asked you once if you saw me as anything more than a friend. You said no.”

“I said you’re a great friend,” Zoro says “But I didn’t say no.”

You freeze “That’s not what it felt like.”

He leans forward “I didn’t answer you honestly. I didn’t want to answer.”

You whisper “Why?”

His voice is low “Because I was scared it would mess everything up. You’re... you’ve always been close. If I let myself feel something else, I thought it would get in the way.”

“Of your goal,” you say “Becoming the world’s strongest swordman.”

He nods once “I told myself there was no room for anything else.”

Your hands are shaking in your lap.

“And now?” you whisper.

Zoro hesitates. For the first time in forever, he looks unsure.

“I don’t know,” he says “But when I heard what you said to Law… that you’d rather die than forget me… I realized I don’t want to lose you.”

Your heart slams against your ribs.

“I don’t know if I deserve this,” he says “But I want to try. If you’ll let me. I should’ve said it before you ever started coughing.”

Zoro’s confession echoes in the small room.

You sit there for a long moment, stunned, heart beating so fast it hurts more than your lungs.

But the pain in your chest doesn’t stop. In fact, it starts to burn.

That isn’t supposed to happen.

“I…” You swallow hard, forcing your voice to stay calm “Can I ask something?”

Zoro looks at you, still tense “Yeah.”

You grip the blanket tighter around your shoulders “Do you actually mean it? Or are you just saying that because you don’t want me to die?”

He flinches.

You nod slowly “That’s what I thought.”

Zoro opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

“It’s okay. Really. You don’t have to feel guilty. I’m... glad you care. But you don’t have to pretend to love me. That would hurt more.”

His jaw tightens “I’m not pretending.”

You give him a sad smile “Zoro... if this was real, the petals would’ve stopped by now.”

You cough hard. A violent shake rips through your chest, and something wet and warm fills your palm.

You look down.

A full, red flower lies there, soaked in blood.

Your fingers tremble as you wipe it away, turning your face from him.

“See?” you whisper.

Zoro doesn’t say anything.

He just leaves.

He storms through the Sunny like a blade cutting through mist.

Straight to the infirmary.

Chopper and Law both look up from the counter.

Zoro slams his hands down “Why isn’t she better?”

Chopper blinks “Wh-What?”

“I told her. Everything. I confessed. So why is she still coughing up flowers?!”

Law stands slowly “Did she believe you?”

“What?”

Law narrows his eyes “Hanahaki is rooted in emotion, not logic. You can say whatever you want but if she doesn’t believe it in her heart, it won’t stop.”

Zoro’s throat goes dry.

“She thinks I said it out of pity...” he mutters.

Law’s voice drops “Then her body still thinks it’s unrequited.”

Zoro swears under his breath.

Chopper tugs at his sleeve, eyes big and worried “Zoro, she’s getting worse. No matter what I give her, the petals will start to grow into her lungs. They’ll wrap around her ribs. After that...”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Zoro steps back.

He’s never felt so helpless.

“I’ll fix it” he says, turning toward the door.

Law raises a brow “How?”

Zoro doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know yet. But he’s sure of one thing, this time, words aren’t enough.

The sun is setting. Gold light spills over the deck of the Sunny.

You sit alone again, wrapped in your blanket, watching the sea blur into the sky. The petals are getting worse now, they come up more easily, more violently. You can feel them in your lungs even when you're not coughing.

You don’t know how much time you have left.

You don’t hear Zoro approach.

He stands beside you silently for a few seconds. Then, without a word, he sits down.

You look at him. His expression is unreadable. Focused. But his eyes are storming.

“I’m not good at this” he says quietly.

You don’t answer.

He pulls something from his waist. A worn cloth. He unfolds it slowly.

Inside is a small charm. Hand-carved wood, shaped like a sword crossed with a flower.

Your breath catches.

“I made it back on Wano,” he says “Took me three days. I almost threw it out. Thought it was stupid.”

He doesn’t look at you. Just the charm.

“I didn’t know why I was making it. I told myself it was just something to pass the time. But I carried it with me every day since.”

“Why are you showing me this?”

Zoro finally turns to you.

“Because I didn’t just come here to say something this time. I’m here to prove it.”

He places the charm in your lap.

Then Zoro kneels.

Your heart skips “Zoro—what—”

“I’m not asking you to believe me because I said I care,” he says, voice rough “I’m asking you to believe me because I was a coward, and I missed my chance, and I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

You stare at him, stunned.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he continues “Not because I feel guilty. Not because you’re sick. Because I’ve loved you longer than I was willing to admit.”

Your eyes well with tears. You shake your head “But... Zoro... why didn’t you—”

“Because I thought I couldn’t afford it” he says “But I realized... what’s the point of becoming the world’s strongest swordsman if you’re not there to see it?”

Your lungs seize.

You cough.

A petal falls into your palm.

Just one.

Small.

Thin.

You stare at it.

Zoro sees too. And for the first time you see hope in his eyes.

It’s slow.

You still wake up coughing sometimes but not with blood anymore. Not with full blossoms tearing your throat raw.

Now, it’s just a few pale petals, thinner than paper. Some mornings, none at all.

You’re healing.

And every time you wake up, Zoro is there.

Not hovering. Just close. Training. Napping with one arm slung over a chair. But always there.

He doesn’t say much. He lets his presence do the talking.

One night, you sit outside the infirmary, wrapped in a jacket that’s obviously not yours, too big, too warm. Smells like steel, sweat, and something familiar.

Zoro’s jacket.

He comes up beside you, leaning against the wall.

You glance at him “Still watching me?”

“Still making sure you don’t keel over,” he says “It’d ruin my day.”

You laugh softly “Chopper says the petals might stop completely soon.”

He nods “Good.”

You look at him “Do you remember what you said? On the deck. About… me seeing you become the world’s strongest swordman?”

Zoro doesn’t look away “Yeah.”

“Do you still want that?”

“More than ever.”

You swallow “And… do you still mean it? What you said about loving me?”

Zoro turns to you fully.

“I’ve said a lot of things I didn’t mean in my life,” he says “But that wasn’t one of them.”

Silence.

Then you reach out, fingers brushing his hand.

“Zoro?”

He meets your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

His answer is a quiet but firm “Yeah.”

You lean in slowly, giving him time to pull away.

He doesn’t.

His lips are warm. Dry at first... hesitant. But then you feel him tilt toward you, just a little. And his hand rises to rest on your back.

It’s not perfect. It’s a little clumsy. But it’s real.

And when you pull back, breathless and flushed, you cough but not a single petal falls.

Zoro watches you, eyes searching.

When he speaks, his voice is low “Guess that’s one way to test if it’s real.”

You smile “Feels pretty real to me.”

It’s been days since your last petal.

Chopper checks your lungs every morning now with his stethoscope and a hopeful smile, and every time he hears nothing but clean, healthy breathing, he squeaks in joy and flails his little hooves around.

You owe him everything.

Which is why you're now crouched outside the kitchen with a stack of pink cupcakes, a tiny hand-sewn thank-you card (drawn with crayons), and one extremely annoyed swordsman beside you.

Zoro crosses his arms “I still don’t get why I have to be here.”

“Because you helped me live,” you say, balancing the cupcakes with exaggerated care “And Chopper basically didn’t sleep for a week watching over me. We’re doing this together.”

Zoro grumbles “I could’ve just said thanks.”

You grin “And yet, here you are. Holding a party hat.”

“I’m not wearing it.”

“You will wear it.”

He grunts again but doesn’t argue further.

You knock on the door.

“Chopper! Can you come out here for a sec?”

He waddles out, sleepy-eyed, blinking up at youmand freezes.

His eyes go huge.

The cupcakes are stacked with pink frosting, each topped with tiny candy flowers. The card is messy and full of stickers, and you made sure to draw you, Chopper, and Zoro in crayon (Zoro has three swords and a frowny face, just for accuracy).

Zoro groans beside you.

“Thanks for helping me” you say brightly, holding it all out “We love you, Chopper.”

Chopper’s cheeks go red “Wha—whaaa?! I—I—I was just doing my job! Y-You didn’t have to—!”

Zoro, looking like he’d rather be stabbed, mumbles, “Thanks, you tiny doctor.”

Chopper makes a noise. A mix between a squeak and a sob.

He bursts into tears, flinging his tiny arms around your leg and Zoro’s knee at the same time.

“I’m so happy you’re not dead!!!”

Zoro looks at you, completely frozen.

You just smile, slip the party hat onto his head, and whisper “Told you this would be worth it.”

[hattersrabbit]

SICKNESS OF THE HEART

batfamily x mileena! reader | sfw

CW! all platonic, good parent Bruce Wayne supremacy, mk1 mileena, gn reader, hurt comfort, r has killed people (under tarkot), Hugo Strange is creepy, mentions and use of needles, implied cannibalism, Damian & r are the same age (14), androgynous/nb! reader, implied future su!c!de attempt, implied future yandere batfam

Summary! Bruce finds a child under a threatening disease that seems to have no cure, and under Dr. Strange’s horrid guidance.

✎ᝰ.backstory for reader is inspired by my dc oc’s backstory (+ mileena is one of her inspiration as well)

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“Dear, please be still.”

You growled lowly as the needle entered your skin and the disease went away.

“Can’t have you attacking me now can I?” Dr. Strange smiled creepily. In your sober mind; clear of the disease that plagued you hatred filled your being.

A glare in your eyes that were no longer a form of orange, red, and yellow. No slit in those eyes, and not a like a predator without a mind of their own.

“Do behave won’t you, child.

You still growled. He found you after you murdered your father, mother, and twin sister. Covered in their blood. Around your mouth and sharp teeth.

Gone was your humanity and then a monster. A cannibalistic monster in front of him who was in tears and no realization of what just happened.

You were old enough to know clearly what happened.

After all, they used you to deal with unruly patients.

“Good job though. You swallowed him whole.” The bones were clear enough. Blood and spare flesh on the ground. Blood around your mouth and on your hands. You stared at your palms in horror.

Hatred for him and yourself. The wish to die from this disease, but this man wouldn’t let you die. You were a curiosity.

A rare disease never seen before. Mysteriously he conjured a cure of some kind to stop it, but not forever. It wore off and back your humanity would come.

But you’d always be a monster. Always.

-

“There’s a child in Arkham Asylum?”

Batman stared at Harley, whose normally smiling face was wild. She wasn’t now, and her expression was full of worry.

“Yes, Damian’s age if I remember correctly.” She played with her low pigtails with a worried face. Her eyes were wary as they thought of the child. “Under Dr. Strange’s watch. I talked to the child quite a lot before, and I smelled blood.”

“Blood?” Batman stilled.

Harley huffed, “I asked about and…was disturbed. Like they knew, but didn’t.”

“I think it’s a disease. A rare one or something like that. They went wild, and immediately were pulled into somewhere else in the asylum.” Harley went quiet. She wasn’t thinking, or not able to articulate what she wanted to say.

“Harley?”

“I heard screams. They are loud and guttural. They stopped in an instant.” Harley shivered. Harley doesn’t shiver.

“Save them. Save the kid because I fear otherwise he’ll make something of them, and they won’t be themselves ever again.” Harley looked with pleading eyes.

Batman stared blankly. His brain going miles a minute about the information he was just told. A child in the care of Dr. Strange, and he was a dangerous man.

A child with rare sickness that was both dangerous to others and the person itself. That child would be made a weapon he was sure.

“I’ll save them, Harley.”

-

“They have a child in Arkham?” Stephanie blinked crazily. Her brow furrowed down because she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Yes, and I’m afraid they are in big danger.” Bruce wiped away the grease paint off of his face. “Tim, please.”

The pale boy made no comment and did what he was told. “This is crazy.” He whispered to himself as he looked for files on this child. A child that was Damian’s age.

The demon child himself was thinking. “Father, how exactly are we to get this other person out of Arkham?”

“We’ll come up with a plan.”

Damian stared and went back to where Tim was working.

“Indeed there is a child in Arkham Asylum. Very discreet, but nothing is too hard for me to find.” Normally, Tim would be smug but he was grim. His gaze dark and concerned over what he’s found.

“What did you find?” Dick asked, as he and Damian looked over his shoulder. Bruce most importantly listening intently.

“A report of a child named [ ] [ ], whose parents and twin sister reportedly killed. The details surrounding their deaths are murky, but considering what information Harley gave, it’s best to assume they got the illness and killed them.” Tim’s brows furrowed. “The file on the child shows that they are under Hugo Strange’s watch, and there have been complaints from civilians of not being able to see relatives.”

“Are you saying that…?” Duke asked. Cass grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Her eyes glazed over with anger. “Yes, the child was used to kill them if that’s the case.”

Dick breathed in a sigh. He didn’t even realize he was holding in his breath.

“Who would do that to a poor child.” Stephanie mumbled to herself. “That poor baby, and she’s only Damian’s age?”

Bruce huffed grimly, “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Guys! There’s been an outbreak at Arkham Asylum!” Barbara’s voice rang loud and frantic.

“What?!” Dick exclaimed.

“Got it! Everyone get ready and head out! Oracle, let Jason know!”

“On it!”

Upstairs Alfred stood listening to the radio with a blank expression. The information that a young looking child was seen running away from Arkham Asylum. A crazed kind of look in their eyes.

Frantic and looking to get away from that horrid place. Even Hugo Strange’s voice saying that he was willing to pay anyone who’s call in on his missing patient.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief when the radio reported that the figure had been seen going towards Crime Alley.

-

The urge to bite into someone was heavy on your conscious. You did everything to evade this illness.

Hissing every time the needles poked your skin. You didn’t like them but they stopped you from going crazy and loosing your mind. You couldn’t handle another life loss due to your affliction.

Maybe when you got somewhere then you’d could end it all. Stop the horror that was you and nobody would die.

You were in Crime Alley and on the run. You knew that it was a good place to hide; you grew up there with your sister.

A life you wished you could get back. To get back your beloved mother and father. If only you didn’t get this damn rare disease. You wondered why it affected you, and you couldn’t get treatment either.

And then you killed them.

Covered in their blood. Them inside you and becoming a part of your soul. Carrying their souls on your back.

Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to do what you planned because you were stopped in your tracks by a man in a red mask. Tall and intimidating.

Guns held in his hands.

You froze in the alleyway and backed into the corner. You only wanted to take a breath, and you were found.

They’d take you back to that horror, and face the other patients. The fear of being used as the punishment against disobedient patients.

The man didn’t step forward. He was silent and observed you. Slowly he put his guns in the holsters. He focused even more when you hissed from needles pricking your skin once again.

“You’re the child that escaped Hugo Strange.” He spoke lowly. Studying you carefully.

On instinct you growled. Who could you trust? And this man, whoever he was, didn’t know who he was dealing with. He could get the disease too and you didn’t wish that on anyone.

How you wished for the illness to take you six feet under. To be rid of this pain and carnage you dealt.

The man said nothing still watching you behind that red mask.

“Stay away from me! I-I’ll hurt you!” Yelling back at him. Already you could feel the pressure of your illness in your mind pushing. A parasite in your body that you tried so hard to refuse. No, you wouldn’t kill and you didn’t want to.

The man didn’t moved nor did he say anything. He reached up to face and pressed something. A soft “found them” from his covered lips surfaced.

Your body flared up at the fact he told someone he found you. They would send you back to Arkham Asylum and you would be with Strange again. You would will and suffer again.

People would look at you fearfully again.

Even Harley, the one person who still gave kindness to you, still acted in apprehension. Her eyes on you changed after you lost it and went on a rampage. You didn't blame her, and honestly, you expected it.

The masked man placed his hands up. The guns are still in the holsters. He was calm and slowly approaching you. Instictivley, beastly; you let out a growl.

The needles are once again hitting your skin. You hissed as you felt the tears of your cheeks retracting. Maybe then he would kill you. The red-masked man would see you for the monster that you really were.

But at the same time, you would attack him.

You would hurt his man. He seemed kind enough if he was placing his hands up in the air. Letting you know he was coming in peace, despite stepping closer to you at every step.

"Hey, kid, it's alright. I'm not here to hurt you, or throw you back into that hell hole." His voice was calm and gentle talking to you. Hearing his voice, but the voice of the disease was haunting you. The need to chomp onto his bare neck was stronger than ever.

He kneeled in front of you.

You're backed up against the wall and trying to get away from him.

"I'm..." He thought for a second. Flinching hard when his arms lifted to his face, and off came the mask. A fair-skinned man with a fair amount of scars, and black locks with a white tuft. Most alarming, you caught sight of a J etched into his cheek.

"You can call me Red Hood, or Jason kid." Serene blue eyes that seemed uncommon for such a hardened face. A face that had been hardened for a long time. You only nodded in response. The itch of the disease was getting worse, and you were pushing back.

"I'm not here to hurt you." His eyes flickered to your bare arms, where numerous scars lay. Some deep and some shallow, some old, and some fresh. "He hurt you?"

You nodded. Nails digging into your skin to keep the monster at bay,

"I'm here to help you, okay? It'll be alright, just come with me."

You shook your head. His blue eyes widened when you released your arm to reveal sharpened nails and breached bleeding skin. "I-Im a monster..."

You cried as the disease tore your mouth apart and into a wide mouth of sharp teeth and a long tongue. Disturbing for anyone to see. A fourteen-year-old morphing into a monster. Frantically, you grabbed a needle while, with a single leg, you pushed him away.

He made a noise as your above normal strength pushed him away. "Hey! You'll hit a vein-"

He watched as you desperately stabbed a needle into your neck and pushed in the serum.

Just as you did, you felt a blunt object hitting the back of your head. A faint yell from Jason was heard as you fell unconscious.

"Robin!" Jason expressed to the child next to you. Having hit you in the back of the head with his katana.

"They were going manic? Weren't they, Red Hood? You should have tread more carefully. The illness they have could have sparked at any moment." His gloved hand removed the needle from your hand. Numerous of the needles were seen by the two.

"Fuck-"

"Yes, as you would say. They could have killed themselves if they hit right here. Luckily they didn't hit a vein." Damian informed as he collected the needles into his utility belt.

"Pick them up. Everyone else is at Arkham Asylum and trying to find Dr. Strange." Under his breath he cursed a name.

Jason made no complaints as he picked you up from the ground. His eyes glazing over the numerous scars on your arms and legs. Seeing how your mouth morphed back to normal. "Those needles must have a serum that keeps it from taking over."

"Yes, however it's incapable of stopping the disease."

"Let's get home." The two took you home.

News you could be heard that Arkham had been ransacked. Batman was more ruthless than ever. Mean ever than before. Black Bat, she was more violent than ever.

Files found by Red Robin and Spoiler of the many experiments and who exactly you were. A young child who contracted a man made disease, and murdered your parents and twin sister. Having heard of it affecting someone, Hugo Strange retrieved you.

Saying a young child with problems that needed much more complicated help. Hiding the fact that a manmade disease hadn't affected you and turned you into a monster.

Using you as a punishment for disobedient patients. Eating them alive and making the entire asylum listen to the carnage.

After reading such things Nightwing; ever the more angry he slammed the doctor hard for what he had done. "They aren't a weapon!" He would yell in defense of you.

A feeling of protectiveness overfilled them. As did Red Hood, Robin, Signal, and Alfred you looked at you so much more deeply.

Other serums in your body. Most scars having been caused by attempts to keep you contained. Pulling at chains and rope. Your neck bleeding heavily due to the needle you stabbed into your neck.

A child that was forced into Arkham Asylum because of man and forced to become a weapon against human kind. Ridding the world of people who needed help.

The vigilantes cursed the doctor heavily. Releasing exactly what had been done, and there was pushback. Nuanced views of it being a child, but a monster who still killed people.

A disease with no cure that could potentially kill more people. Others may be after your head.

It was at that moment when Jason and Damian met up with their family is that they saw what horrors you saw and experienced.

A certain horroric feeling of protecting you, from death. Taking away the disease eating at you and making sure death never touches you ever again.

Anyone who tried to take you away from them would face the wrath of vigilante. A child that needed help and wasn't at fault for anything that happened.

Bruce would brush your face of blood on your face. Soft blue eyes promising that he would give you the love you never got.

Your new siblings willing enough to give you the sibling love you lost so early on.

Truly you would be safe and sound. Away from all the horrors of the world.

[archivingkal]

last updated: 25/05/2025

note: unless otherwise stated everything on this list is completed

BANG CHAN

LOVER OF MINE BY @sulfurcosmos (SMAU)

she doesn’t hate him, she just... doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore. “it’s bad for my heart”, she claims. and she succeeds for a whole year until her clown of a friend felix, decides to take up music production as a summer extra credit unit knowing absolutely nothing about writing lyrics or composing. now who else to ask for help other than a creative writing major who specialises in poetry, and the best music production student on campus?

FACE THE MUSIC BY @0x1lovebot (SMAU)

y/n runs an anonymous twitter fan account for the famous rap trio that goes to her school, 3racha and one day she professes her love and appreciation for bang chan on said account. now chan is on a mission to find out who it is.

SORRY, RIGHT NUMBER BY @/feelbokkie (SMAU)

Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

IF WE COULD TURN BACK TIME BY @/lieslab

After a Dispatch article leaks, your betrayed boyfriend kicks you out of your shared apartment and you're silenced in the worst way possible.

NIGHT AGAIN BY @chahnniesroom

in hindsight, visiting chan's studio right before a comeback isn't one of your best ideas. what was supposed to be a pleasant surprise leaves you spiraling into self-doubt, wondering if chan even wants to be in a relationship with you at all.

FATE BROUGHT US TOGETHER AGAIN BY @beautifulchris (SMAU)

after spending two years abroad, you come back to the only college that accepted you; the same chris goes to

the prequel: LOVE DIE YOUNG

CURE BY @gamerwoo (HANAHAKI AU)

Chan was in love with a girl that didn’t return his feelings, and as his best friend, you wanted to help him through it. But his options were either to make her fall in love with him, make him fall out of love with her, or for him to get the disease removed, and he was dead set on avoiding the latter.

🆕 SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK BY @chancloud8 (SMAU - ongoing - 18+ MDNI)

you and chan get matched up on a forum for people who suffer with insomnia and spent most of your sleepless nights texting each other. neither of you expected to fall in love..

🆕 WHAT REMAINS UNSPOKEN BY @sunboki

Attached to the hip, you and Chris might as well have been twins in a past life. And yet, it’s always that tiny inkling, so many years where one of the two wants something more. So when you bring home a boyfriend one summer and both you and Chris begin drifting apart, you wonder if that denial will become something permanent.

🆕 A SAD CHOCOLATEY MESS BY @thevampywolf

Y/N cheers up a sad Noah (I didn't know dad!bangchan would have such a special place in my heart but he does. moreso - the sibling interaction in this is stellar — better than in some films I've watched)

🆕 I JUST NEED A QUIET PLACE WHERE I CAN SCREAM HOW I LOVE YOU BY @lieslab

Your boyfriend accuses you of cheating and leaves for his tour without a proper farewell.

🆕 STUPIDLY PERFECT BY @moon-ttokki-x (ongoing)

chan has never noticed how you feel for him, and one fateful evening, you let it all spill.

LEE MINHO

FELINE APPROVAL BY @ivyues

How Soonie and Lee Know agreed you were the one. (the definition of short and sweet)

THE JOURNAL BY @theright-sideofme (SMAU)

When y/n loses her most prize possession, what are the chances of her high school ex finding it? Apparently, suprisingly high.

SEO CHANGBIN

PUSH + PULL BY @yoongisleftearring (SMAU)

in which you are trying to survive college life but seem to have a thorn in your side in the form of Seo Changbin. After years of hating each other can you decide to remain civil with the handsome rapper? (let’s just hope he doesn’t come across that private thirst account you have for him)

THE ALTERNATIVE BY @astraystayyh

You've diligently chased the idea of being with Changbin out of your mind. That is until he picks you up from a bad date, making your steadfast resolve unravel all around you.

HWANG HYUNJIN

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT BY @soobnny

hyunjin stresses how important it is that you help him practice for his role in your university’s upcoming play, especially the kissing scene.

THE WAY WE STOPPED BEING ALMOST AND BECAME ALWAYS BY @mykoreanlove

(the title for this one is pretty self explanatory and it's just as easily a wonderful read)

HAN JISUNG

NUMBER NEIGHBOUR BY @softyn (SMAU)

Jisung has been a fan of y/n since he can remember, what will happen when y/n posts her new youtube video texting her number neighbor who turned out to be Jisung?

SUNSHINE BY @svngbins (SMAU)

y/n’s only secret is that she’s in love with her childhood best friend, jisung. the only problem? y/n’s other best friend, aerin, has a not-so-secret crush on jisung.

🆕 STILL YOURS BY @kathaelipwse

Back in high school, she was the chubby outcast—bullied, bruised, and abandoned—while Han Jisung was the untouchable jock who broke hearts and ignored them all… except hers. When life pulled them apart after a brutal misunderstanding, she vowed never to look back.

Now, eight years later, she's a successful engineer—independent and guarded. But when fate throws them back together in the most unexpected boardroom, Jisung sees a second chance. And this time, he’s not letting go without a fight. (Please take care and heed the fic warnings)

🆕 LET'S FALL IN LOVE, IRL BY @feelbokkie (SMAU)

When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

LEE FELIX

THE MIXTAPES BY @cookielixie (SMAU)

y/n is in love with her bestfriend. what other way to express yourself than posting mixtapes about your love on twitter?

SO NOT WORTH IT BY @lemon-boy-stan (SMAU)

felix joins the popular kids after becoming bang chan's roommate. when he and y/n collide, the twitter world goes beserk. (loosely based on the k-drama so not worth it).

KIM SEUNGMIN

MY VALENTINE KIM SEUNGMIN BY @pixiefelixie

your 17-year-old dog, who had survived chocolate poisoning, a bicycle accident, and a raccoon fight, finally passed away peacefully—proving that even the most legendary warriors must one day retire. in your grief, you completely fell apart, only to realize your usually sarcastic boyfriend might actually be capable of being soft and supportive—something even more shocking than your dog’s immortality finally running out.

YELLOW STICKER BY @/soobnny

kim seungmin, resident fuckboy turned soft boy, is on a mission to quit smoking

YANG JEONGIN

IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD BY @staysuki (SMAU)

it was either you're a coward who couldn't confess your hidden feelings towards your crush who you've been best friends with since high school OR perhaps fate is just conspiring against you to make your timing with yang jeongin to never be quite right— it's definitely the second one, right? oh well, at least it's not the end of the world.

MY GIRL BY @/soobnny

the boys find out their youngest has a gf

OT8

CLUELESS BY @hanniebaeee

Just eight boys and their very chaotic group chat.

TRUE SOULMATE SERIES BY @imagine-a-life-like-this

(eight stories about different soulmate 'marks'/'systems' in a completely unconnected universe so you can read in whatever order your heart desires or just read the one that interests you the most but they're all very fun to read)

SOOBNNY'S MASTERLIST BY SUE

(as you can probably see I'm a little bit of a sue truther so please head on over to her masterlist and read her works - please and thanks)

more to come...

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

I was wondering if you could do a batfam x isekaid neglected fem reader. I only read one so far and I NEED more 😔👉👈

I love this ask !! Been wanting to write one :D

summary :reader comes from a post - apolyptic world where mankind was wiped out due to nuclear warfare and deadly disease . suddenly she is awaken in a world where humanity is thriving yet this weird family behaves so strangely toward her??

I coughed my lungs out - it's been exactly 498 days since my lungs have tasted oxygen . My restless body trudge on - I keep moving - keep moving despite the sore blisters on my feet that pulse and bleed with every step I take.

I don't know where I am - I don't even know if there's anywhere to go anymore - all there is is ash and yellowish fog that cover the land as far as the eye can see. I groan - throwing up bile - I grimaced as my body wasted water so unnecessary .

I was like an ordinary kid - I went to school and came home one day to a news reporter saying there was no school for two weeks - I was so blissful - no more tests for me ! Oh how much I wish to go back - those two weeks were the dawn of a nightmarish hell.

A sudden infection began spreading rapidly on a international scaling and due to poor government decisions - it continued developing , our population began depleting and there was no cure left .

Governments argued back and forth , the people rioting, and sooner than later, the world we knew fell apart . Suddenly there was no more electricity, no more running water and few surviors began to worry.

I remember vividly - ma and pa hugging me before departing with the elders to the nearest cell tower miles away in an attempt to reconnect with humanity. It was on that God awful day - I witnessed a giant flare descend into the blue skies of Alaska and touched down onto the distant cell tower with a loud explosion .

The explosion engulfed everything in its fuery, and what it hadn't burnt it had blown away and covered the skies in a perment yellow fog.I remember screaming , crying out their names helplessly I waited at that abandoned shelter for months - naively awaiting their arrival, but they never came.

Helpless , I was forced to move on without them . Now, as I trudge through ash and fog , I feel my legs give away beneath me, and I feel myself come crashing down onto the ashy floor . I choke and helplessly bang against the ground as a war cry escaped me .

No ! NO - I refuse to end it like this - I refuse to go like this - not when I haven't figured out what happened to my ma and pa - not now . I feel my lungs closing in on me as if someone has grown tired of this chapter and decided to cut the story shut.

I greedily inhaled like a drowning man , my lungs give way, and it's then my eyes flutter close for the last time.

Name awakes - her eyes met by blinding light . Immediately, she closes her eyes - her head throbs in retaliation, and she groans as she curls herself into a fetous position - a pathetic attempt to shield herself.

A long sullen moment passes before name finally grasps the situation she is in - she is alive - when she shouldn't have been . She jolts from the bed - eyes frantically as she intakes her surroundings. Her room is a luscious rich blue - it has dark oak furniture that definitely screams money .

This is not her room - not even remotely - she distinctly remembers her old room having soft pink walls filled with posters of all her nerdy things but here - this room is too dull - to void of anyone living in it.

A knock is heard on the door and name watches in horror as the knob turns , the door opens to reveal an elder male in a tux ? Name is taken aback - exactly where is she ?.

"Master Name, you missed breakfast, so I brought it for you " . Name tilts her head in confusion . Why would anyone miss food ? Food is something sarce and critical- it's precious and it's not meant to be wasted - whoever body this is surely was stupid.

Name nods her head . " Thank you ...." She trails off, realizing she doesn't know who he is whatsoever. The elderly man raises an eyebrow at her , " Alfred madam," he finishes. Name nods - taking that name to memory . " Thank you Mister Alfred," she thanks as she graciously accepts the food. Alfred excuses himself - leaving her to her own devices .

Name hops off her poster bed and waddled her way to the nearest window and sure enough the outside world looks that of her own before the incident - before life ficked everyone over and took ma and pa away from her.

Silent tears roll down her face , hands scrunched against the window sill tightly- she swore she would reunite with them no matter what. After staring into the neighboring houses for a long minute , name returns to her bed and shovels the scrambled eggs in her mouth.

Name no longer questions if her food is poison, slat on or cursed - after all food is food - it is a blessed and sacred resource that she will happily indulge in. Moments pass before her door is barge open again - this time so loud it collides with the door harshly, almost snapoingbit in half.

An angry child ? She assumes storms up to her , face red . " Name how dare you skip out on breakfast do you think k of yourself above us all ?" The child accuses her , pointing his sword at her.

Name immediately kicks him , square in the chest - sending the boy clashing into the expensive hairdresser . Name states at him and then her foot eye wide - it's only natural her body reacts that way - it's how any wounded animal would if threaten .

So why does this bratty child look so disturbed ? Suprised ? The child begins screaming his head off and another adult walks in and embraces him. Name feels herself choke up - how can anyone possibly get so close to another without risking catching the disease ?

Name holds her stance - clearly, these people are psychos and have no regard to anyone’s safety . " Name how dare you kick him he's just a child" the adult ? Starts berating you but you held your fork in front of you - tightening your grasps around it .

"Leave or I will impale you with this" name threatens darkly - leaving no room for hesitancy - only confirmation of their damnation if they dared to cross her . The adult states in her eye wide and opens his mouth, but you are quicker . You swiftly leaped from your bed and launched the fork at the adult full speed , ensuring you rolled the opposite way .

The adult barely dodges. " Name what the fuck-" They curse but you were already out the door. You had to get away from these psychos they're too loose - they're too idiotic.

Name is halfway out a door when a much older man grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around . Name stares at him - all she feels is the dread building inside her akin to the time the dread she felt when she witnessed her parents' demise. Whoever it is grabs her by the shoulders harshly and puts his face in front of hers - immediately making her feel small . The elderly man glares at her before demanding her , " Name exactly what do you think you're doing ?"

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sorry if this is short this was written at 1 am

[eddiazx]

homecoming - eddie diaz x reader

Eddie hears her before he sees her.

An adorable voice that comes from several feet away. A voice belonging to a child, a child that was roughly 7 or 8 years old, probably the same age as Christopher. 

Eddie had been with the 118 for three months by now. He truly loves the job; it was rewarding and he loved being in service of people. Among their calls though, there were quite a handful of cats getting stuck in trees. Which was why they were currently at a park, Eddie resting a foot behind him against the fire engine, while he watches Buck climb up a ladder to extract the cat. Chim was popping his gum, explaining a new sci-fi flick that just came out to Hen, who to her credit, was doing a great job acting like she cared. 

“Are you a firefighter?” The voice had asked. Eddie looks down at the little girl, a girl who looked so very familiar with her hair in two braids and brown doe eyes. 

Eddie smiles automatically, and crouches down to be at the same height as the girl. “What gave it away?” He jokes, and he’s met with the sweetest giggle that he swears could cure diseases. 

“My mommy said that firefighters are unsung heroes. We actually had one come to the coffee shop that my mommy owns. It’s named after me! I don’t drink coffee though, I’m still too little. I do love the honey banana bread she makes though! That's why my mom calls me bee."

Eddie listens with patience, a soft smile on his face at the little girl’s rambling. Chris does the same thing - gets very enthusiastic and starts over-explaining with run-on sentences. It’s the most endearing quality ever, in Eddie’s opinion. 

“Yeah? Do you know where your mommy is now?” Eddie asks.

“Bee, what did we say about you running off without telling me?” A voice asks. Eddie’s eyes follow the voice and is met with an assault on all his senses, including a very clear pang in his chest. 

You look even better than you had nine years ago, which Eddie didn’t even think could be possible, since he already thought you were gorgeous when the two of you had dated at 18 years old. 

Your face drops when you realize who your daughter was talking to. The boy, or rather the man, who had broken your heart all those years ago. The one who your daughter shared DNA with. The one who didn’t even know he had another child, because you had left Texas for L.A. the second the strip turned pink. 

You recover quickly, putting your hands on your daughter’s shoulders. “Hey bee, Milo was asking if you wanted to play go-fish. Can you head over there? Mommy will be just a minute.” 

“Okay!” She tells you with a beaming grin. She then turns to Eddie, and says, “I liked talking to you firefighter man! You should come to my mommy’s shop sometime!” With that, she runs over to where your friends and family were. 

You internally curse the fact that your daughter was such a social butterfly, before finally meeting Eddie’s eyes. He looks like he was struck by lightning; eyes wide and mouth gaping. He was reeling, and you couldn’t really blame the guy. 

“She’s mine.” He says, eventually. It isn’t a question, rather, a simple statement, but you nod anyway. The familiarity that he had seen in the child makes so much sense now, down to the quirk of her smile that you have - but he could also see features of himself in her. The pang in Eddie’s chest was now reduced to a chronic, dull ache at all the years and memories he wasn’t there for. Again.

“I know it’s a lot to ask”, he starts, voice rough but surprisingly steady for someone who just received world-altering news, “but I think Christopher - my son, and I would love to get to know her more. I feel like they’d get along great. Could we all get to know each other?” The words feel wrong a bit, because there was a time where Eddie and you had known each other inside and out. Likes, dislikes, dreams, fears, and life goals - you had practically been an Eddie Diaz encyclopedia.

You’re pensive as you consider his request. You knew this day would come, where you would have to have this conversation with the father of your child. It doesn’t stop the fear gripping your insides, the fear that he would get close to the two of you, and then proceed to leave. It was a fear that was supremely unfair to Eddie, because he didn’t know when he chose to marry Shannon that you had been in the same predicament. And you didn’t know that hours before he was due at the altar, he had stood in front of your then empty house, desperately hoping you would tell him not to marry Shannon.

So with a rapidly beating heart, you smile softly. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s get to know each other.” 

[zenless-zideblog-zero]

There's something about the fact that Section 6, the Canonically strongest Faction in game, has a ton of problems and difficulties.

Asaba has a Terminal Illness with no cure that Specifically and actively hinders his ability to do his specific Job. He will straight up turn into an ethereal at some point, if he doesn't succumb to cardiac arrest or asphyxiate first because of it.

Yanagi has Oni blood in her Veins, and if she uses too much of the power available to her she's liable to become incredibly injured or just outright die because it's Hysterical Strength x1000. It also, seemingly has caused her eyes to become messed up, and can make her go blind at random.

Soukaku's older Sister died due to Illness or War (Likely a combination of both.) Her mental trauma causes her to always almost always feel the need to eat, to fill the parts of her heart that feel empty. (Also my Headcanon is that Oni Develop slower than humans - Soukaku, despite being "Older than Yanagi" is at a much lower level of Maturity in terms of lifespan and physical/mental development. So she's basically a child soldier.)

Miyabi Straight up fights demons. In her sword. And With her sword. She killed her own mother to save her from becoming an ethereal. She doesn't always understand what's socially acceptable to say in a given situation (Neurodivergent), when it's appropriate to correct someone (Neurodivergent), can't stand meetings and paperwork (That's Everyone, but Neurodivergent), Believes she only exists to do one thing, that she's only truly capable of doing one thing, or has to add the modifier of "Training" to do certain things (Very Neurodivergent) and will just disassociate in public when she begins focusing on her thoughts too much (INCREDIBLY Neurodivergent).

And we've seen people act 'Normal' and not suffer from diseases in ZZZ! Nicole is incredibly Socially and (Somewhat) Financially adept, Lycaon might struggle somewhat in casual social circumstances, but he's very much capable LITERALLY anywhere else, Anton's a bit of a meathead but he's incredibly kind and well meaning, Corin has Anxiety and Confidence issues but other than that she seems to be a fairly normal (Mentally) Sixteen year old. Ellen is straight up just a Highschooler! I could go to my local high school and find someone who acts pretty much exactly like her!

Yeah, every character has their quirks and opinions, some have traumas and issues, but Section Six is the only group you can point at anyone of them and say "That Person has something wrong with them" and no one can provide a strong counter argument (Because there's a difference between living one's best life, and living the best life they can.)