#and hey anon you're now in my prayers

[deargaz]

am so bloody distracted by your tumblr header... like sir please why do you have to look THAT good

anywayss thinking of "right person wrong time" with kyle and meeting him again in the future and him wanting to make things right this time. im down bad for second chance trope 😔✊🏻

his face is so distracting sometimes i just get distracted while staring at my header and forget why i even opened tumblr. you're so real for this anon, AND UGH RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME HURTS SO MUCH.

i can imagine you meeting him before he was promoted to being a sergeant. it was sweet, the love between you both undying, just growing more with each date and kiss you’d share with him. you two were inseparable, and no one had ever made you feel so special, so seen.

until he was promoted, the workload increased and it became hard for him to juggle between you and his work, to maintain a balance. maybe he really was the world’s biggest asshole for dropping you for his work in the first place, growing distant and going to the base everytime his captain would call him.

you had begun hating the name ‘captain price’. you hadn’t seen that man, and you sure as hell didn’t want to, ever.

the break up was messy, tears and desperation and the most annoying part was that he was somewhat calm, promising you that he still loved you — just can’t be with you. as if that’d make anything better. but you knew how important it was to him, resulting in you letting him go. his work was important, his effort. deep within your head, you had internalized that it was all your fault, that you had gotten in his way.

four years passed, both of you didn’t particularly talk ever again, nor saw each other — until he bumped into you during his break on a street, his words dying in his throat once he laid his eyes upon you. you still looked the same, the same person he had fallen in love with.

god knows how much he had mourned his decision, that’s what being young was all about anyways, being all stupid. he knew better now, knew that he still loved you. it was a weird, sickening feeling — this sudden wave of nostalgia, affection and guilt — especially when you looked at him with wide eyes, just as shocked.

“hey…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say. what could he even say at this point? but there was one thing he knew for sure — he’d spend as much time as possible apologizing to you, confessing his love over and over as if it were a prayer — because it is. a prayer, a confession. he’d do anything to have you back. anything. he knows his priorities now dove, he promises.

“wanna go grab some coffee?” he prayed that you’d agree, to let him be your one and only forever.

[kyber-crystal]

learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that 

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”

“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.

“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”

He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck. 

He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you. 

“You're not going anywhere, princess.”

There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot. 

Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him. 

Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his. 

“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”

Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane. 

“I'm proud of you.”

More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks. 

“Y/N, are you alright?”

No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…

“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”

Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. ���Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.” 

All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him. 

That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound. 

His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out. 

“You're hurt.”

No response again. 

“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”

More silence. 

“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”

After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see. 

“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”

“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”

“Hurry.”

“On it.”

Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain. 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”

Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him. 

He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks. 

“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.

But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.  

Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door. 

He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself. 

“Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”

“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face. 

You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again. 

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.” 

You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting. 

“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.” 

“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”

“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle. 

“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”

He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.

The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.

And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.

“You’re my future, too.”

tags (including those who may be interested! add yourself via this form, if you’d like): @mitchellpete @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @the-multiverse-of-fandoms @ilsastrenchcoat @joyfullyswimmingface​ 

[yanaleese]

if ur fine with nsfw asks, could you maybe do some nsfw headcannons for karma? <3

maybe just the basics like dom/sub, how he acts in the bedroom ect ect (can u tell i never send asks HELP 😭)

if not that's perfectly okay! some sfw ones could be cute too, like his favorite way to cuddle or his love language??

anyways im obsessed with him and had to send in an ask 😪 thank u for blessing me with this wonderful man

LMAO no problem! Also Anon I feel you with the obsession...my friend and I were both simping harder than our willpower to do our exams 😭😭😭😭

Also since this is the first NSFW ask I've decided to split this up into separate posts later on+ a little art to tease your weak heart ❤️. Please enjoy reading what's under the cut.

Content warning: FEMALE reader, HARD explicit smut, detailed kinks such as impregnation, overstimulation, all that good stuff. Please note that this is for 17+ audiences only.

"WAIT! KARMA! THE CAMERA-"

CRASH!!!

Karma Sangre - Normal NSFW:

When Karma is calm and collected, he's the one usually in control. But if you want to play the dom in the relationship, he's happy to step down! Just make sure you let him know, otherwise he'll take that as a challenge and his excuse to fuck the living shit out of you.

Usually before things get steamy, he'll be worshipping your body with kisses and teasing you with all kinds of lewd words from A to Z. When he's horny, he's a lot more talkative, which makes both his raspy voice and soft lips a dangerously sexy combination. It gets even worse when his steamy voice presses against your ears, tempting you into giving in to his lustful wishes.

Once he hears you plead in sexual frustration, he'll begin licking and biting his favorite spots - your earlobe, your tits, your neck. He especially goes after the neck, making sure that your collarbone is left with some bloody bites.

After littering your body in saliva and bites, Karma will book a one-way ticket to Pussyland. To him, missing out on stimulating your clit is missing a chance at seeing you squirm, moan and whimper just by his tongue alone. The piercing on his tongue doesn't help either, as it quickens your climax even further.

Satisfied seeing your pussy drenched in his saliva and your cum, he'll kindly rub your entrance slowly, starting with one digit, and eventually his entire hand. Well, that depends on how long you want to play the 'tough girl' act.

If you decide to go down that route, say your prayers, because your pussy is going to be obliterated...with toys. What, did you think disobedient girls like you get cock? Please. If there's one thing Karma can't turn down is a challenge. By turning down Karma, you lose your privileges of being his personal fleshlight. But hey, at least you can be his personal toyfucker instead!

Now if you decide to be docile, and play the "good girl" act, you can kiss your legs, your pussy and your pride goodbye. With that 7-inch erect cock, your folds will be spasming and tightening so much that it'll drive both you and Karma mad. The poor mattress will be creaking constantly as that veiny cock of his pounds fucking deep into pussy, begging to cum straight into your fertile womb.

Whilst you're struggling to take the pleasure, Karma will be busy murmuring in Spanish about how good you feel as he holds your legs over his shoulder, his huge hands rubbing and licking your aroused nipples before burying his moans in it with words like "Te amo" + "Ven conmigo" and so much more; Duolingo would be so proud of you!

When you're both about to climax, he roughly grabs your chin, pulling you in a tongue-twisting kiss. From the kiss alone, you can already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, barely registering the warm, gooey liquid dripping from your pussy to your twitching legs.

As you try to recover by taking deep breaths, you're hit with the reality that your amazing, horny boyfriend is (un)fortunately an amazing bodybuilder with more strength and stamina than your body can take.

Staring at him with a mix of lust and horror, you whine and mewl, sounding like a dying cat. Yes, you loved this sneaky bastard - but dear Lord you needed a break.

"Sleep, Mami. You'll need it." He slurs while caressing the top of your head, playing with a strand of hair. You felt your eyes beginning to close, blotches of darkness dotting your vision instantaneously, as if on command. Narrowing your eyes, you swore you could see his eyes peeking out of his bangs, revealing his dazed yet sinister gaze.

"Because it's a going to be a long night for you and me."

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And thank you Anon, for sending in this ask ❤️.

ALTERNATE VERSIONS - LIGHT VER. + TATTOO-LESS VER.

[lilacwants]

Heyy if you're taking requests then how do we feel about Spencer Reid accidentally calling reader mommy in bed 👀 it's okay if you don't want to write it<3 thx byee :)

dark red.

18+ notes : sub! reid is sooo 😫 of course i’ll write this anon <3 thank you so much for requesting! summary: after an emotionally charged case, spencer comes home to unwind and something happens that surprises you both. warnings: soft & sub spencer, mature content, oral (m! receiving). discretion is advised. word count: 1.5k

It had been a long, gruelling case that left you drained and questioning the darkness of humanity. The team had finally returned to Quantico, and everyone was eager to go home and decompress. You and Spencer had been seeing each other for a few months, a relationship that blossomed quietly amid the chaos of his work at the BAU. Tonight, he needed comfort, a reminder of the light in the world, and most importantly, each other.

Spencer had invited you over to his apartment for a quiet night in. It was a sanctuary from the brutal realities he faced daily. The evening had started innocently enough with takeout from your favourite Chinese place and a movie playing softly in the background. Spencer was unusually quiet, his mind still processing the horrors left behind.

You reached over and gently squeezed his hand, drawing his gaze to you. "Hey, you okay?" you asked softly, your eyes searching his for any sign of what was troubling him.

He gave you a small, grateful smile. "Yeah, just... it was a tough case."

You nodded, understanding the weight he carried. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Spencer shook his head. "Not right now. I just want to be here with you."

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him gently. What started as a tender moment soon deepened, the need for connection and solace growing between you. It wasn't long before you found yourselves in his bedroom, the movie long forgotten.

You lay together, limbs entwined, lost in each other's touch. Spencer's hands roamed your body with a reverence that made your heart ache. You were his anchor, his safe harbor in a stormy sea. And tonight, he needed that more than ever.

As your kisses grew more fervent, your bodies moving together in rhythm, you could feel Spencer's tension slowly melting away. His hands gripped you tighter, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered your name like a prayer.

In the heat of the moment, as you were lost in each other, Spencer's voice broke through the haze, breathy and desperate. "Mommy..."

The word hung in the air, and for a split second, everything stopped. You pulled back slightly, your eyes wide with surprise.

Spencer's eyes flew open, his face flushing a deep crimson as he realized what he'd said.

"Oh my god," he stammered, mortification written all over his face. "I didn't mean to-"

You silenced him with a soft kiss, your heart aching for him. "It's okay," you whispered against his lips. "It's okay, Spencer."

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of judgment or discomfort. But all he found was understanding and a tenderness that made his chest tighten with emotion.

"I... I don't know why I said that," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, your touch gentle and soothing.

"Maybe it's something you need," you said softly, your voice laced with compassion.

"It's okay to need things, Spencer. It's okay, its okay to let go.”

He looked at you with such vulnerability that it took your breath away. "But what if... what if you don't like it?"

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for this man who had seen so much darkness but still had such a pure, gentle soul. "I want to give you what you need," you said earnestly. "If this is something you need, then I'm here for you. Always."

Spencer's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Thank you."

You held him close, your heart breaking and healing all at once. "Always," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Always, Spencer."

As you held him close, his head nestled against your neck, you could feel the tension slowly ebbing away from his body. The vulnerability he showed you was a testament to the trust he placed in you, and you were determined to honor that.

You gently pulled back to look into his eyes, your fingers caressing his cheek. "Spencer, it's okay," you whispered, your voice soft yet firm.

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. You leaned in and kissed him, your lips moving tenderly against his. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent.

Your hands moved to unbutton his shirt, and he helped you shrug it off, the fabric quickly discarded. You pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him as you looked down at him with a mixture of love and desire.

"Let me take care of you," you said, your voice a low murmur.

Spencer's breath hitched as you trailed kisses down his chest, your fingers working to remove his belt and pants. His hands moved to your waist, but you pinned them above his head, holding him in place.

"Trust me," you whispered, your eyes locking onto his.

He nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You slid down his body, your lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When you reached his hips, you could feel the tension in him, a mixture of anticipation and need.

You looked up at him, your eyes dark with desire. "You're mine tonight, Spencer. Let go."

With that, you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. Spencer gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. You held him down, your hands pressing against his thighs to keep him in place.

"God, mommy," he whispered, the word escaping his lips before he could stop it.

The sound of it sent a thrill through you, and you hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. You took him deeper, setting a relentless pace that had him writhing beneath you.

Spencer's hands fisted the sheets, his head thrown back in pleasure. You could feel him straining to keep still, his body trembling with the effort. You pulled back slightly, your hand replacing your mouth as you looked up at him.

"Do you like that, baby?" you asked, your voice husky.

"Yes," he gasped, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Please, don't stop."

You smirked, leaning down to take him into your mouth again. You bobbed your head, your hand working in tandem to drive him closer to the edge. Spencer's breathing grew ragged, his moans louder as he teetered on the brink.

"You're such a good boy," you murmured between strokes, your words sending shivers down his spine. "Let go for me."

With a strangled cry, Spencer came, his release hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed every drop, milking him until he was spent and trembling beneath you.

You crawled back up his body, your lips claiming his in a searing kiss. He tasted himself on your tongue, the sensation sending another jolt of desire through him.

Spencer's hands gripped your hips, his need for you evident in the way he pulled you against him. You positioned yourself over him, guiding him inside you with a slow, deliberate motion. The feeling of him filling you was incredible , a perfect blend of pleasure and connection.

You set a rough pace, your hips slamming against his as you rode him. Spencer's hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them in time with your movements. His eyes were locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

“Fuck, mommy. I’m all yours, fuck," he whispered again, the word now an affirmation of his trust and need.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "You're mine, Spencer. All mine."

The words sent him over the edge again, his release triggering your own. You cried out, your body convulsing with pleasure as you came together, the world fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

When you finally collapsed onto him, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks, Spencer wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear.

"I'm here," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Always."

Spencer exhaled a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening for a moment before he relaxed, his body molding to yours. The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, a calm contrast to the intensity of moments before.

You lay there together, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest. Spencer's heart gradually slowed under your touch, the rise and fall of his chest evening out. You could feel the weight of the day's events starting to lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "For what?" you asked softly.

"For being here. For understanding. For... everything," he replied, his eyes shining with sincerity.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You don't have to thank me, Spencer. I love you, and I want to be here for you. Always."

He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you too," he murmured, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, a silent promise of the bond you shared. At that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the certainty of your love.

[carlyraejepsans]

hey, you don’t have to answer this at all, I just want you to read it. I have been following you for only a few months now as I’ve only recently gotten back into the undertale fandom; but fuck that callout post. Fuck that callout post, fuck whoever’s is spreading it around and fuck whoever is harassing you for it. From what I’ve seen and heard, you are a very real and cool person, and all your analysis are banger as fuck, and it saddens me to see that people are trying to push you out of this fandom because you believe harassment is bad.

I think it’s incredibly insane how the game about being pacifist, and being kind, even when people are flawed has such a toxic fandom as this - and its not toxic because of the ships. Or the fanfics. Or the porn. Its toxic because people keep trying to push and hurt those who make such content, and it scares everyone else into a strict line and if you dare to even step a foot out by simply going “I don’t want people to be told to kill themselves”, you are the #1 enemy. This fandom is fucking scary, and I am so sorry you have become a target of it. You are in my thoughts, and I pray that this blows over relatively easy for you. <3 you are a great person and whoever thinks otherwise is a miserable, jealous wrench.

awww HAHAHA you're sweet, that's very thoughtful of you. no need for hopes and prayers, just a fucking break from it all a word of kindness was enough. I've had a few nasty anons claiming that the fandom "doesn't need someone like me" which are just hilarious. half this fandom isn't even about its source material, i promise to you I don't care what the Great Undertale Fandom needs. I make my art for myself and write my analysis for myself and my friends, and i know for a fact that they made people happy. people who were moved by it, who were pushed to think more critically about stories at my prompting, and who just plainly had a laugh. i know because they reached out to thank me for it. if I'm on here for anyone other than myself, those are the people I'm here for

this was always just a shitty little hole for an opinionated asshole, but it sure had a larger, more positive impact on the people around me than anyone currently trying to crawl up my ass. that's enough for me

[seonne]

Hey! I'm glad you're doing song fics! I've had an idea in my head but can't put it in words. I'd be happy for you to give it a go 🙃

So the song is Lullaby for A Soldier (Arms of the Angels), sung by Maggie Siff.

Reader is Bakugos wife and is woken up by their newborn son. Bakugo wakes up shortly after and finds her singing to him ♡ feel free to include BigSis Erica ^.^

Thank youuu

REEEEEEEEEEEEE ERICA MENTIONED!!!!

Thank you loads for the request, I hope you don't mind me making some modifications to your request. I heard the song for the first time after your request and I just HAD to include certain stuff (BY THE WAY WHAT AN AMAZING SONG?????) I hope you like it and let me know if you do or not. I hope to see more requests from you in the future! (BECAUSE MY GOD ANON THE SONG!! THE SONG!!!!)

And without further ado, let's begin the Song Fics series!

Song Fics Pt.1

Song of choice: Lullaby For A Soldier

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: Kids. A whole lot of fluff, and very cutu Dad!Bakugou, not proofread because it's 1 AM.

(Mention of gender of reader is minimum)

"May your dreams bring you peace in the darkness May you always rise over the rain May the light from above always lead you to love May you stay in the arms of the angels"

The words of a familiar song drifted into his inner mind as Bakugou slowly slipped into consciousness. The familiar song, familiar voice, familiar lilt of it all working their way through the walls of his conscience, begging him to wake up. The one thing unfamiliar was the lack of strength in the voice, sounding as if the person knows they should give up but their heart says no. Their mind says "just wait" and their love says "hold on". The ache it brought him flooded his chest before pulsing into a singularity in his heart, or where it should have been, as his eyes fluttered open, wincing against the fluorescent lights.

As the song faded away, he turned his face slightly towards its source, letting his eyes roam over your wide-eyed disheveled form. The war. All For One. Shigaraki. His death. His revival. One For All. The end of the war. His collapsing. All of it etched into the dark circles, eye bags on your face and the hollowness of your cheeks.

They say eyes are the mirrors of one's soul.

And yours looked absolutely crushed.

Bakugou weakly brought up a bandaged hand to wipe the streaming tears down your face.

"Your dark circles make you look dumb as hell."

You laughed through the tears as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Yeah. I probably look dumb as hell."

"May you always be brave in the shadows 'Til the sun shines upon you again Hear this prayer in my heart, and we'll ne'er be apart May you stay in the arms of the angels"

You wake up in the middle of the night around the time you'd usually wake up to check on your 6 month old daughter. You turn to check on your husband, only to find his side of the bed empty but warm.

You get up from the bed and shuffle slowly towards your daughter's nursery, where the lights are on and the door slightly ajar. A familiar tune flows through the air and into your ears as you walk closer, standing against the wall to peek inside. You watch with a soft smile as your so rough, so loud husband gently rocks your daughter back and forth as she lays on his chest, drool soaking his shirt.

He paces around the room slowly, while singing to her the song that you sang to him that one day in UA, that one day in the hospital, that one day on your star gazing date, the day he proposed, the night you got married, and the days that followed your pregnancy.

It was your song. The song that belonged to the both of you.

Now belonging to your family.

"May you hear every song in the forest And if ever you lose your own way Hear my voice like a breeze, whisper soft through the trees May you stay in the arms of the angels"

Your newborn, Akio, was less fussy of a baby than his big sister Erica was. He slept long hours and mostly slept through the night.

However, he woke up quite early in the morning.

One such morning, you're awoken by your beautiful 4 year old daughter Erica at 5:30 AM.

"Mummy! Akio's awake and he's whining!"

"Shhh darling!"

Your grumpy husband who's extra grumpy in the mornings, especially early mornings, grunted beside you in his sleep as a frown formed on his face before it slipped back into its pretty peaceful rest.

Your daughter slapped her hand on her mouth and giggled softly, putting her own finger up to her lips before grabbing your hand and ushering you out the door of your bedroom and to your newborn's nursery.

As you walked in, you saw Akio crying in his crib and you walked over to pick him up and rock him back and forth, your toddler watching you handle him. You checked his diaper, tried feeding him, tried burping him, but he just wouldn't stop crying.

"Hm, he seems very restless but nothing seems to be wrong..."

Your 4 year old quipped, her hair a tangly mess from sleeping but her fiery red eyes sharp as ever.

"Maybe he can't sleep! Let's put him to sleep!"

"Oh good idea! How do we put him to sleep though, Erica?"

"Let's sing to him! The- the lullaby song! The one you and papa always sing!"

You laughed as you nodded and placed Akio on your chest, carefully supporting his neck as you paced back and forth. Your daughter started singing and you soon joined her, both your voices mingling together in a peaceful harmony as your son started growing quieter. You swayed along to the tune with him in your arms when you heard a soft huff at the door.

Your husband, hair tousled and face puffy from sleep, stepped into the nursery, watching you and your daughter sing with a dopey smile on his face. He walked up to you and kissed your son on the forehead, giving you a kiss, before moving to Erica and placing her on his lap, kissing her forehead as well. He soon joined in on the singing, voice gruffy and hoarse but perfect nonetheless.

The room enveloped in the perfect warmth as the tune of the lullaby floated and glided along the walls, along the crib, along the penhouse, along the baby toys and flowed through each of you as your son quieted down and slipped into a deep slumber, warm smile on his tiny lips.

"May you grow up to stand as a man, love With the pride of your family and name When you lay your head, or to rest in your bed May you stay in the arms of the angels"

As slow as time felt in agony, twice as fast did it feel in contentment. Bakugou had become the number one hero, on and off the number one spot with Izuku for years, Erica had grown up and gotten into UA, you had gotten into the top 8 heroes in Japan, Erica had graduated UA and was ready to move abroad for her first few years as a pro hero and now Akio was going to join UA and move into the dorms.

Everything had gone by so fast yet so slow. Bakugou certainly lived every moment but they definitely passed by quite fast. Too fast. And now his babies were moving away from him. Letting go of Erica even though only to the UA dorms had been hard enough for him. Now Erica was moving out of Japan and Akio was not going to be home either.

He should be happy that his kids are doing well, that both him and you did your roles well enough for your kids to experience all this. Besides, now both him and you can live without constant worry over your kids whilst they're at home.

Yet something nags at his heart strings and he hates it.

What is it? Nostalgia? Pshh that's so stupid.

It's so stupid. Maybe he's stupid.

It's the night before Erica and Akio leave. The whole week was spent packing their things for them to move out. They wiped their rooms fairly empty, save for the bookshelf that Bakugou built for them after they inherited your reading and book obsession traits. Yet, even the bookshelf seemed empty.

The only books that remained on said shelf were ones that they had since they were able to read and ones they had read multiple times over, so much that Erica at 8 years old would follow him around the house reciting a whole book from index to epilogue. Bakugou chuckled at the memory as he walked past the bookshelf, past the books he'd read them many times as bedtime stories, past the book nooks that the four of you made as a family bonding activity when Akio was 7 and past Erica's first pre-school art project.

Bakugou walks into the hall where you, Erica and Akio are sat, talking and laughing, trying to not think of the fact that your family as a unit was about to take a huge leap into the future the very next day.

Bakugou sits at his unverbalised designated spot and picks up his guitar from the side. Erica and Akio share glances at the unexpected melancholy oozing from their father while you watched him with a soft smile and adored the silvering strands framing his face.

Bakugou struck chord after chord leisurely, softly, determinedly as he refused to look up from the fretboard. His lips slowly formed words as his voice echoed through the emptier halls, emptier rooms and heavier hearts. Your voice followed, much like the nights spent in your kids' rooms when they couldn't sleep at night. Erica joined, much like the nights Akio had panic attacks and didn't want to be alone. Akio chimed in, much like the nights spent on these very sofas with board games and snacks, tv running in the background.

Laughter, yelling, tears, pain, joy, anxiety, panic, relief, fun, pranks, jokes, debates, discussions, confessions... everything that made these four walls feel like home packed into the harmony of the four voices.

The voices trailed off at the end of the song, a new smile etched into the windows and doors. The end of another chapter and the beginning of a new one.

Whenever your babies want a piece of comfort and familiarity, Bakugou and you leave your arms open for them to run into. That's what parents are for, aren't they?

Wowie that was a long and draining one and it's really late at night. Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know what you thought of it. I mentioned in another post earlier that I am unable to really listen to music right now but after my doctor's appointment on Monday I should be fine so, if you have any more requests please do send them but I ask of you to be patient with me T-T.

Anyway, that's all for today and I need to fucking sleep.

Lots of love! 💚

[zylophie]

🏮 . 月 — day five featuring shinonome ena

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝Hope you have a good birthday, can I get Ena for 5? Thank you❞

━━❝Please don't hate me... I have a good reason for this! ❞

Information: reader has heterochromia!

NIGHTCORD CALL:

TAP TAP!

Ena was scrolling through her selfies she has posted online with you in it.

"Look at this selfie [name]! I can't believe we had to wait for 2hrs to dine in, ugh. However it was worth it."

"Oh oh! How about this one? You look so adorable with this kuromi plush!"

Ena was enthusiastically showing off every selfies with you in it. However, it couldn't be said the same to you..

"..."

"[Name]? What's wrong?"

"O-oh.. It's just nothing.. I just feel a bit insecure since all the selfies I'm in with you has lesser likes than the ones you do with others or by yourself. Are my eyes really that weird..?"

"Nonsense! Sure, they may have lesser likes but they're honestly missing out on what a cute person you are! Besides, you don't need to care about the likes! I'm your girlfriend aren't I? You should only pay attention to me!"

"..."

"I'll love you regardless [name]. Don't let anyone change that."

"..Heh, I guess you're right Ena."

As your cheeks turn a little red from what she had just said in the call.

"Hey Ena, I'm going to end the call so I can get ready for our date!"

"Alright, just don't be late!"

You then got up to prepare yourself, since you and Ena were going to go on a date for just a bit.

»»-----► After a while... ❍✧

"That was a fun ride. Glad we came to phoenix wonderland. Right Ena?"

"..."

Ena was seen being on her phone swiping furiously at it.

"Hey Ena?"

You came up behind her trying to see what she was doing only to scare her.

"[N-NAME]?! Don't come up behind me like that again."

She quickly covered her screen.

"Are you okay Ena? You didn't reply to my statement and was swiping a lot so I wanted to see what you were doing.."

"Aha. Don't worry too much about it."

"Now come on, we have more rides to go on!"

As she dragged you to the other rides in hope of distracting you.

⋘ Back at home... ⋙

"That was a fun date.. Though I wonder what Ena was doing on her phone.."

-and like that, your prayers have been answered.

DING!

"Huh? A message. From who?"

As you opened your phone screen to see your best friend texting you. You decided to open the chat, only to be shocked and upset.

Had it all been a lie? What was the goal of doing that? To just shatter someone random's heart?

You were done.

⋘ At night school... ⋙

"Hey [name], have you seen th-"

As you turn around to face Ena, she was kind of shocked seeing that you've put your contacts back on.

"[N-name]? Why are you putting your contacts on again? Were you getting harassed or bullied??"

"Funny seeing you ask that."

You replied coldly towards her, before bringing your phone screen up to her, showing her a screenshot of one of her post making fun of your different eye colors.

"..We're done by the way.. Now leave me alone."

As you started to walk away from her.

"W-Wait [name]!"

"I didn't post that! You got to believe me. This was all a misunderstanding!"

"Please don't hate me.."

"I don't have a good reason for doing this!"

"I'm being framed.. Please believe me!"

As her pleas slowly drowned out as you walked away from her.

..Though why were her cries so genuine..?

No.. Surely your best friend wouldn't lie to you right?

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from X

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Wooo, happy birthday to me! :D

..Now where's my furina fic yue?/j

calling...@mizu-nights

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[k-s-morgan]

Happy New Year! Wishing you peace, happiness and of course safety❤️. I was just wondering how far into the new chapters you've got for your Tomarry story and batjokes stories ? Which one will be updated first and what will the word counts be ?

Another ask by @amaryllis7atzori: Hello, hope you're fine right now... when will be released the next chapter of "And the living will envy the dead"? Very soon I hope <3

Another ask: Hey! I Hope everything is going well. I’m praying for all of those soldiers on the front lines and that all the civilians stay safe. Stay strong <3.

On another note I’m super excited about your Batjokes story because I’ve been following all of your other fandom stories for awhile and seeing that you ALSO like batjokes was such a pleasant surprise because all I ever see is Superman/Batman as a hardcore batjokes shipper :( Any hints on the next chapter?

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Thank you all so much for your wishes and for your support and prayers! Third anon, I was so surprised to see that Batman/Superman is the most popular ship when there is Batman/Joker right there - I know it's bias speaking, though, it always feels like my ships are the best :D

About my Tomarry and Batjokes fics: none of them is in active progress right now because I'm still finishing the chapter for my Black Butler story. When I'm finally done with it, I'll be writing both stories simultaneously, but the Batjokes one will be updated first because its word count will be smaller: I imagine the chapter will be somewhere between 12-16K words. The Tomarry chapter will take about 40K words since it'll be covering the period from January to the start of the summer, and quite a lot of things will happen during this time.

[borathae]

it’s the fact you have this platform with lots of followers and don’t use it to advocate for the right things

If you are the lil bitch fucker that keeps spamming me with "israel vs palestine" ANON messages, get off the fucking internet and get a fucking life.

Anyone with a fucking brain between their skull should know what I think about this very serious fucking topic and the fact that you make it into a little internet trend by going "hihi israel or palestine? pick one hihi" says way more about your fucking character than mine. You're fucking pathetic for sending in mutlitple asks like that just because you think it's cool to "jump onto the trend". Just because it's currently "trendy" on social media to pick sides, doesn't mean it's fucking okay to make it a thing. IT IS NOT! As if war and genocide is ever something you should make into a "lil social media trend", it's fucking disgusting how y'all are so chronically online these days that you don't even use your rotten brains for just one second to think "hey maybe I shouldn' t actually make it into a trend and go around saying hihi which side to pick to any stranger on the internet". Seriously fucking get a fucking grip on reality you bitch ass. There's actual people losing their homes and lives in Palestine right now, you assface, they're not just props in your newest "internet trend poll".

I don't "advocate" about the "right things" on this fucking blog because it's literally not that kind of blog. It's a blog where you can come to escape reality. You can fangirl/boy/enby, you can read and look at fanart, talk about bangtan and their music and you can FUCKING ESCAPE REALITY. It has never been a political/worldnews kind of blog because there are a lot better blogs out there for that. Blogs run by people who want to make it possible that people keep up to date with everything happening in the world, people who have politics as their passion and who will have a way broader vocabulary on the topic than I ever will.

Having followers no matter how many doesn't mean you automatically have to speak up about everything happening in the world just so lil bitch strangers like you can sleep better at night. I will not goddamn fucking perform my activism as if I'm a lil circus clown just to get off lil bitches like you. I'll donate as much as can, I'll try to keep up with the news as best as possible and I'll send prayers to everyone suffering and I'll do it not because I want to look better on the internet but because I actually fucking care about the people. And yes something like this is possible. You can actually care about world topics and partake in helping the innocent people in need without boasting about it on the internet. Yeah what a fucking wild take, but's it's actually fucking possible.

And now for the last fucking time so that even rotten brained bitches like you understand it, I generally don't tend to speak up about political or worldnews matters on here because this blog is a possibility for anyone who wants to escape the burdening realities for a little while.

If you would have come here actually wanting to seriously talk about this topic or asked me to give you guys options on how to help the people of Palestine, I would have fucking loved to do so. But instead you come here on anon like a lil coward bitch and try to make it into a "hihi funny internet trend hihi pick sides hihi funny". You're fucking disgusting and there is a reason why I've ignored you until now.

Now for anyone who actually wants to help and do something that will actually help the Palestines, I'll give you a list of organisations you can donate to. Make sure to see if you can donate from your country, I picked out the European sites of the organisations.

MAP

Islamic Relief

Save the Children

UN -> it will contain a list of more donation options

I am sure that there so many more organisations you can donate to, but I picked out the ones which I personally think trustworthy and to which I've also donated without any problems (please educate me if one of them is a scam and I haven't heard about it yet). Also feel free to leave more links in the comments, so there will be an array of possibilities for anyone who wants to help.

[zznsthetic]

Hey! I dont know how to tell you, but you seem like a real sweetheart. I hope whatever you're going through passes like the wind. May your clouds clear up. Please don't burden yourself with decisions of leaving, take a break and comeback brand new ✨️

I'm thinking of such too anon, take a break and comeback new? or start a new blog?

But you calling me a sweetheart means the world to me cause all I've been posting is my woe and all. Your prayers mean so much to me, I WILL POWER THROUGH BELIEVE ME!!

I just wanna write down my ideas, do something for myself in this one life I have, I used to dream to be a writer when I was in school and now I can finally do that, but I'm like. unsupported by wind, water and skies that I shouldn’t do this lol. hope I power through well! I really wanna do well😭

thank you so much, sweetheart ❤️

[hats-off-to-hermes]

Hey! Are you planning to do a post about devotional acts to St. Gabriel? Also, I've been reapproaching my beliefs and pratices but am not sure how to actually start working with the angels, and religion (specially Christianity) is a very sensitive topic to me. Do you have any tips on how should i begin?

Thank you so much for this blog anyhow, it was and still is really helpful to me and many others i'm sure!

Hey there anon!

Here's a post I just published for devotional acts to St. Archangel Gabriel :) Thanks for the suggestion!!

Now let's get to your question.

First things first, angels aren't associated with one religion as they are spread across multiple theologies and there are many who work with angels who don't recognise god or a god in their practice. They exist as celestial beings outside of our realms of categorisation!

So if religion is not something you're interested in when it comes to angels, that's all good! And even if you want to look into it in the future, it doesn't have to change anything about your beliefs. I've been here there and everywhere with my beliefs but I've always loved angels and wanted them by my side.

Something I thought to address was prayers. It's a very religious thing typically, though you may find some communication through this practice.

If you want to pray, understand that it doesn't have to associate itself with religion. Praying is a very intimate act of making yourself vulnerable to your thoughts and desires and being able to share them with others who are open to listening. It does not have to be about "give and take", it doesn't have to be a form of proving yourself to anything

If you don't want to pray and find it unsatisfactory based on your experience, you can also try other methods of communication. Journalling is one of the best methods of communicating with spirits, deities, angels etc. Write a letter and let your words flow to the angels. If you'd like to write to Gabriel specifically, I'm sure he'd love it. You can keep a journal and it doesn't have to be dedicated to angel communication. But having a place where you hold your thoughts, desires, wishes, and more can be a great place to build up that connection

There are resources on the internet that can help you learn about angels apart from a religious lens, or not a limited lens. Here are a few if you haven't seen them:

Ars Paulina grimoires

Who are angels? on Learn Religion

Spiritual Experience blog

@saintlyfawn's account

Archangel Secrets blog

Feel free to ask me any and all specific questions you have from now :)

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

I've my isc chem board exam tomorrow (today?) at 2PM I'm panicking and this is the only thing that I can think to do

Advice? Help? Thoughts? Prayers?

Hey anon maggot I've got you. First, breathe, okay?

My (CBSE) chem board exam was on my birthday when it happened. And I hadn't prepared properly at all due to various health things. I was stressed out and miserable. But guess what. It went fine.

I promise you, the boards aren't the life-changing, life-defining, be-all-and-end-all exams that the Indian system keeps making us believe. I know it's hard to agree with me right now. Everyone told me the same thing and I was still so stressed about it.

Remember these things, okay?

These exams are not competitive exams. They're not trying to weed out people. They're made so even the students who barely grasped the material can still score enough to pass. You will get marks. It's inevitable.

Also, try and write the answers in the way those buggers want it, such as adding steps to calculations, ensuring the format with chemical reactions, including formulae and keywords. It's less about how right you are and more how you are right about it.

These exams are really not going to affect a lot. If you're in the science stream, odds are you're more relying on some kind of competitive exam for entrance to whatever course you're studying. These courses usually just have a minimum percentage needed in the boards.

Even if you are using the boards for entrance into colleges, remember that you have studied, and they're easier than people make them out to be. I swear they are.

Now, I know worst case scenarios might crop up in your brain, and in that case look. Even if you fail, there are retakes. Even if you can't do the retakes, there's a provision to write them again the next year.

Again, these exams are going to be really easy compared to your internal assessments. Schools structure them that way so that their students do well in the boards and their own credibility increases. What's going to be more important than your preparation is that you sit there calm enough to write down what you know, check for mistakes if you have time, don't short-circuit your brain with panic and make avoidable errors, and most importantly, leave feeling okay. Yeah?

There's nothing wrong with being worried, but don't let it get out of hand. You're worth so much more than one stupid exam. Please take my word for this, I've learned the hard way. The next three paragraphs are my personal story, and if you don't have time to read it, feel free to skip it, I'll make my point after.

That chem board exam of mine? I got 99%. And guess what, I still took a gap year because the exam stress of NEET and the boards landed me in the fucking hospital with steroidal injections the week before the NEET and I couldn't take the exam.

I spent the drop year studying myself to literal breakdown for the NEET. And then I realised the week before NEET that fuck, I didn't actually want to do science anymore. The NEET exam was on my birthday, again. I wrote it, because the exams had nearly killed me and I wanted to just write it to get closure. The next week, I got into a design school.

And three months into design school, I dropped out. Because of intense bullying, harassment and isolation by every single student in the small college including the dean because of my mental health and queerness. I loved the course and the material, and I'd been performing well, but I had to drop out anyway. A month later, I got admission into a much more well-known design school for next year. But now I'm not sure I want to do on-campus education anymore, because of how every aspect of my identity will have to be hidden to survive.

The point? There are so, so many factors that they don't tell you about on how life will go and where you'll end up, what you'll study and who you'll be. The boards are a very, very tiny part of that. Honestly, all exams are just one part of that. An important part, sometimes. But not by any means the only. I did extremely well in my exams, even with health issues, and look at my college dropout ass two years after the boards. And yet I'm still really happy, and my career is not doomed.

This may be more than you wanted. But I think it's something students need to hear. I don't want people to be driven to the brink, landed in a hospital like I was, because of a few fucking scores.

As for your exam, well, again: stay calm, and then you'll remember everything. Neuroscience proves that, by the way. It also proves that all the information you consciously or unconsciously absorbed throughout the year will spring up unexpectedly and help you.

It'll go well. I promise. It'll all go well for you.

All the best, my maggot. Take all the love and wishes. I'm rooting for you, always. And I'm so proud of you already. Yeah? Good :")

Love, Asmi

[einstetic]

Hey, yo, been following you for awhile now (on anon bc #socialanxiety) but you're so not alone. I've kinda been in that mode for months now, but I recently got good news that may have not snapped me out of it, but made everything so much more tolerable. I'm literally saying a prayer that you get news twice as good, because (tho I don't actually know you know you, I've followed long enough that I feel confident saying) you're a good human and eventually what goes around comes around. Hang in there. Things always change and these bad feelings will be a shitty memory that you look back on and say "man, that sucked". I hope you soon get to experience more joy than a basketful of puppies

i apologize for a rather delayed response but i just wanted to let you know that i appreciate very word you've written!

my mood and feelings are still the same, in other words quite low, but i've been managing quite well despite it. i only work tomorrow, wednesday, and then i have an extended weekend so i will try to prioritise things i like to do.

thank you for writing this message, it is highly appreciated as i already noted above ☘️

[coffeecupofsky]

Hey, if you're able to, I have a prayer request. Can you please pray for my youngest sister? She's been struggling with her physical health and mental health for a bit over a year now. It breaks my heart seeing her in so much pain. I love her so much. Also, please pray for her relationship with Jesus, as I'm not quite sure where she stands with God. Thank you so much... God bless you! <3

I'll pray for your sister anon! God bless you and your family ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[matchmade-chemistry]

Hey, Anon, ready for a English lesson or two? Good, you're getting one anyways.

You better send you prayers your gonna end up lined in chalk for what you did to David

Repent now motherfucker, before you land in hell

Idk what you meant by 'You prayers', but I'm just gonna go off on a limb and say...

Your**

Then... that should be where a period would go, otherwise the sentence gets too long and annoying for people to read. On that note:

You're**

The preferred term is 'going to', not 'gonna.' Although the latter is acceptable, so I guess I'll let it slide.

Lined up in chalk? I'm pretty sure you mean outlined in chalk. If you say lined, that's basically a shortened version of underlining, which is putting a line underneath your words.

And then there's another period, because it's the end of a sentence.

Although this is just my personal preference, I think there should be a comma right after 'Repent now',

Also, since Hell is a actual place, it should be capitalized.

You better send your prayers. You're gonna/going to end up outlined in chalk for what you did to David.

Repent now, motherfucker, before you land in hell.

There. Better? It should be. ^^

Now please, Anon. Get off of Tumblr and get back into the third grade, xoxo.

You better send you prayers your gonna end up lined in chalk for what you did to David

Repent now motherfucker, before you land in hell

idk who this is but you sound like one of those sans fangirls

[juminsmysticmc]

Hey!! Ilove your work sm ❤️ i hope you're doing great

Can I ask RFA reacting to MC getting Assassinated but survived??

Ignore this if you want because the topic is sensitive. Even if I still love your creativity in writing your fanfictions ilsym take care of yourselfff!!! ❤️❤️❤️

RFA x  MC being involved in an assassination but surviving

Hello! First of all I want to clarify that I googled the definition for Assassination, this is what Google Says: Assassination is the murder of a prominent person or political figure by a surprise attack, usually for payment or political reasons

So, I hope everyone can enjoy this Fic, I also want to clarify that this is something written soly out of fiction, nothing is real and things may be exaggerated to make it seem more exciting so please, don’t hate this Fiction.

And to you, you lovely Anon, I bless you with the name ,,red ( heart ) anon’’ because of the whole red hearts and the bloody request. I hope you enjoy it :) BTW, this isn’t sensitive for me at all! Take care of yourself too!!

TW: Sensitive Content 

Jumin

The day started well and it all went well until that evening at the company, celebrating the new success.

Jumin was standing a few feets away from you, next to you Assistant Kang, who you were talking with, and Jumin didn’t really want to know what you were telling her as her cheeks grew red.

He took his eyes off you for a single second before he heard screaming, shooting and groaning.

When he looked back, Assistant Kang was over you, her body shielding yours as blood was gushing out of one of you.

,,MC!!!’’ Jumin screamed loudly, but probably no one heard it as everyone was running and screaming across the big room.

More shooting was heard and the bodyguards around him were running around as way too many people were laying dead around him.

,,DOWN MR HAN!’’ someone screamed and covered him as more gunfire was heard and then everything was silent.

,,My wife! My wife is there! Get off me!’’ he hissed, trying to shake the person away who saved his life, trying to get to you.

Just now, he could see that you were losing blood.

He finally was able to approach you and pull you towards him. Jaehee was still over you when he gently laid Jaehee back, only noticing then that she was dead.

Jumin couldn’t even gulp at the sight of his best Assistant, dead over his wife.

Jumin checked your pulse and could feel your heart beating. The pulse was still there, but his trembling hands quickly pulled off Jaehee's lifeless body. She had protected you until the end .

,,Don’t make her death be in vain, Mc, stay with me,’’ he begged, trying to cover you with his jacket, his hand over your injury as he waited for help.

,,FUCK! Why didn’t you check all the guests?!’’ Zen screamed at the bloody man in front of him, crying upon hearing of the death of his biggest fan and the dangerous situation you were in.

Jumin stayed silent as Jihyun tried to pull the young man back.

,,I…I was a fool…I know,’’ he confessed, praying, this once praying to God, even though he wasn’t a believer, that you would survive.

,,She’s alive. Her wounds were deep, but Mrs Han was a fighter. An angel must have stayed by her side,’’ the doctor said as soon as he finished his prayer.

,,Jumin…she’s dead, isn’t she? I saw her in my dream, she’s dead… Jaehee saved me,’’ you cried as soon as you saw him, you in his arms as he finally could let his tears fall freely too…

Months later it was discovered that the assasination was planned and done by someone who got fired due to the success of C&R. The man later on killed himself too.

Jumin was and would be always thankful for Jaehee’s sacrifice and to honor her, his child, two years later, was named after her.

Zen

,,The first big fan meeting, I’m so excited,’’ you giggled, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

He was just as nervous as you and you could feel that due to his kind of sweaty hands.

He nodded as he entered the room, preparing little details before the fangirls were let in.

Of course one of them was Jaehee, who thanks to you, got her every VIP Ticket, although she wasn’ the first, but this was okay for her.

Time went on and finally it was her turn, but the atmosphere was totally different from the normal meetings she had with the two of you. It was visible that she was really really nervous too.

,,Thank you for supporting me until coming here,’’ he smiled, holding her hand, which was trembling.

You were assured and looked away from the both of you when you suddenly saw someone pointing a gun towards the three of you.

You acted rapidly, made Zen duck down, and pulled Jaehee below the table when the bullet met your back, making you scream in pain and shiver.

,,OH MY GOD NO!’’ Zen screamed when he saw you. He and Jaehee were hiding behind the table thanks to you and could pull you back just in time before another shot was heard.

The fans were screaming in fear and apparently some of them were shot and injured as even more gunfire was heard.

Zen however, even though it sounded awful in his mind, didn’t mind at all the other people and was just trying to get you to open your eyes, doing CPR on you and calling your name.

Zen was just about to give up when suddenly someone pulled up the tablecloth, making Jaehee shield both you and Zen.

Luckily, a guard and a paramedic quickly performed first aid on you, shoving Zen away from you.

It didn’t take long for Zen to look for the culprit, sprinting towards the woman who was held by the guard.

It was the first time Zen ever hit a woman and he never felt as good as now. “I swear, if you did kill her, I will make you regret being alive!’’ he screamed, before Jaehee pulled him away.

The ride to the hospital was awful. Zen was sobbing loudly as pictures of your lifeless body came back to his mind.

He was trembling like a leaf and no one, not even Jaehee’s support, could help him calm down.

Two of the worst weeks passed for Zen.

His unshaved face was glued on your bed and his cold hand was entangled in yours.

You were in a coma, alive but not waking up and Zen swore to himself, he would die next to you if it was needed.

He was just about to pull back to kiss you one last time before your finger twitched, making him hold his breath.

When he looked up, his hand still in yours, your eyes sleepily looked into his eyes. You were back.

Yoosung

,,I’m not comfortable in big crowds,’’ you confessed as Yoosung was holding your hand. He pulled you through the tables of the video games convention, absorbing every single detail.

The tables were decorated with stuff to sell, fan made pictures, figures, everything.

Yoosung smiled brightly as he looked around himself and enjoyed the sight of the cosplayers, making a mental note to ask one of them for a picture later.

But first of all, he needed very important merch from his lovely LOLOL.

,,Nothing can happen to you. The guards checked our belongings and no one would attack a convention. Besides, I will protect you with my life,’’ he told you, smiling brightly.

Well, he didn’t know how wrong he was.

Yoosung left you at the table in the food hall, just going out because a famous cosplayer was outside and made a live on Instagram saying that he would leave soon.

,,The food will be here any minute, but don’t worry and begin without me,’’ he assured you, kissed your cheek and left, making you sigh as you watched him walk away.

He was right. The food came a few moments later, but there wasn't a chance for you to get the first slice of pizza into your hands as screams made you shriek.

Loud screams of panic around you started and suddenly bullets were heard, almost giving you a heart attack upon hearing the loud sound.

You wanted to hide, go below the table, pray that the person who was shooting around wouldn’t kill you, meet your scared eyes, but you failed and before you could save yourself, a bullet hit you.

Your last thought was for him, Yoosung, to stay outside and not come in, having to be in such pain and in danger.

,,My wife is in the building!’’ Yoosung screamed at a security guard who was trying to hold him off.

Yoosung tried with all his might to make the man let go. His eyes turned darker and suddenly Yoosung really seemed to be stronger.

However, the man didn’t let go and until the assassin wasn’t caught, no one was actually allowed to go in.

Only when paramedics and police officers finally ran into the building, Yoosung was strong enough to punch the man who was holding him to run up into the building to check on him. The sight was horrific.

Yoosung screamed your name and ran towards you.

Everything was spilled on the floor. You were laying in your own blood and you were as pale as the clouds outside.

Yoosung tried to do some first aid on you, however, you didn’t wake up.

Your eyes didn’t open and Yoosung couldn’t feel a pulse.

The sight of you being alive was equal to zero.

Yoosung already thought of dying with you, hating himself for having brought you along, even though you said that you didn’t like crowds. He hated himself for leaving you on your own and he really took the knife to cut the pizza, ready to slice himself open, thinking that he couldn’t dare to live without you, losing again another person.

What he, however, didn’t expect was you grabbing his hand and groaning ,,Don’t you dare…are we Romeo and Juliet or what?’’ you asked him before you passed out again.

,,I can’t believe that a vet wasn’t able to feel the pulse, like, Bro, if you tend your animals like your wife, Korea won’t have any pets at this rate,’’ Zen teased Yoosung later in the hospital after your wounds were tended and the RFA came for a visit.

Jaehee

,,I am here for Mc. She was admitted to this hospital,’’ Jaehee said, out of breath as she arrived at the hospital in the middle of Seoul.

The nurse checked her out, her eyes going from bottom to top before she typed your name into her computer without saying anything.

Jaehee tapped with her feet, standing on one foot and then on the other one, waiting nervously for the nurse to give her an answer.

,,And who are you?’’ the nurse finally said before saying anything regarding your health.

Jaehee inhaled and tried to stay calm.

She often had odd things happen to her when she worked with Jumin. She often had to be confronted with not-so-easy situations, but this one was wracking.

,,I’m her partner. She was involved in an assasination attempt, is she okay?’’ Jaehee asked.

Her hands were placed on the table so that no one could see her trembling hands.

The nurse nodded and looked back down at her screen before she tried to find an answer for Jaehee.

,,She was injured quite badly when she arrived in the ER… someone is waiting for the legal guardian or partner to sign the papers, please follow me,’’ she said. Now the nurse herself was walking quickly. This meant for Jaehee that the situation was quite bad and indeed seemed like that.

As she entered the emergency room, a lot of people were laying on beds.

Some had already a blanket over their face, others were visibly in pain, and then there was you, pale as the blanket you were laying on and totally bloody.

Jaehee didn’t even have the time to take a look at you, take your hand, or anything else. As soon as she signed the papers, you were carried away and no one saw you anymore.

Jaehee kept thinking about you, the way you looked, the blood…the time you had waited for her…if she just came with you to the political meeting…would things have been different?

But before Jaehee could worry more about you and get desperate about your well-being, a doctor approached her with good news…

Saeyoung

,,Someone hacked into our System,’’ the red haired man breathed out as he said those words.

His twin brother was sitting next to him, trying to hack into their hacked system as Jumin stood behind the twins.

He was typing something into his phone and Saeyoung could only guess that Jumin demanded more guards and to get everyone safe and out of the place.

The issue was that the RFA was currently holding a party and used this to show the world what the prime minister was actually like.

This probably was an action done by the so hated politician from Saeyoung and he could only guess that worse was to come. He was right…

You, on the other hand, were still standing in the room, wanting to welcome your guests when you suddenly noticed that you were hacked.

,,Let’s just wait a bit longer,’’ you said and nodded to Yoosung, Zen, and Jaehee as you looked around.

Your guests were happily eating and standing around the buffet so no one actually noticed the chaos around you.

And while you were actually trying to figure out what your fiancé was doing, someone else who was actually invited to the RFA Party used his chance to make everything in your speech be deleted.

Such as attacking you from behind, trying to assassinate you and stab you with a knife.

You didn’t know how, but you somehow escaped the painful attack as Zen pulled you away before the knife could be shoved into you.

Jaehee didn’t even take a second to attack your attacker with her judo skills, throwing the man to the floor and making sure that he would stay put.

,,MC?!’’ Saeyoung hissed as soon as he arrived, seeing you sitting on a chair without losing any blood or any minor injury. He had the feeling that his heart rate was getting better.

,,I thought I lost you for a second,’’ he whispered in confession as he held your trembling hand.

,,But I survived…. I survived, Saeyoung.’’

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25.09.2022 // 13:57 MEST