#anyone would give him. please someone 1) get what im saying and word it better and 2) sedate me

[bluegalaxygirl]

Am i Crazy? (Zosan X reader) P4

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

After getting patched up in the medical room and finally managing to eat something, it was only a sandwich but it tasted so good, you felt a lot better. your face was now clean and the pain killers Chopper gave you made your back pain fade away. Nami stayed with you still apologizing for things you didn't think were her fault "Nami please. You did nothing wrong" you take her hand as she sits next to you on the bed your backs against the wall and your head on her shoulder. Chopper wraps your ankle up as Sanji sits on the edge of the bed crewing on an unlit cigarette, Zoro's hand on his knee while sitting in a chair. You haven't said much, your not really sure what to say, your still not out of danger you can feel it. "Are you ready to talk?" Chopper asks placing a ice pack on the ankle he just bandaged up. "Yea... i don't know what to say... but thank you" you look at all of them with a sad smile. "You can start by telling us who the hell he is" Zoro's hand grips Sanji's knee, someone has been hurting you under his nose, how did he not see this guy or even sense him. "He's my ex... i left him a few years ago, i knew he would try and find me but... i thought he would have given up a long time ago" you look down at your legs as Nami squeezes your hand "Has he been hurting you this whole time" The navigator asks earning a nod form you.

You start explaining everything you could, how he stopped you form sleeping and eating, how he hurt you if you did something wrong and what he would do to them if you stepped out of line. You talked about his devil fruit power and how he was always with you and when he wasn't he locked you in your room. You were so tired you couldn't fight back no matter how much you wanted too. Looking up you see the anger in Zoro and Sanji's face "Im sorry" you whisper feeling bad about not telling them but you had no chose "Iv seen the kind of man he is... when he said he would slit your throats in your sleep if i even looked at you, i knew he would do it" you hold back tears as they look up at you. Nami places a soft kiss on your head and moves off the bed "We should give them so space" She looks down at Chopper who nods and takes the navigators hand walking out of the room. Sanji gets up and moves across the bed to sit next to you still lightly chewing on the unlit cigarette while Zoro sits in the chair his hands clenched together while looking at your buried up leg. "Your safe now" Zoro suddenly speaks making you look up at him "We won't let him or anyone else hurt you" Sanji speaks taking his cigarette out and placing it on the table nearby before turning to you. "Can i hold you?" he asks not wanting to overstep, his words make you smile and let a few tears fall as you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him.

Sanji holds you close his face in your hair letting you cry into his chest "I'm so sorry... i didn't want you to get hurt and i'm sorry for wasting food and- and" you cried out as Sanji shushed you stroking your hair and lightly rocking you form side to side "None of this is your fault" he whispers down to you keeping his voice soothing and low to keep you calm. Zoro gulps looking at the two of you, it's been so long since you last let either of them touch you and when you lean into him outside your shared room, he was sacred to touch you but you need help. He stands up and sits on the edge of the bed scooting towards you a little "Y/n?" he asks seeing your head turn to look at him through Sanji's hold. You reach a shaky hand out to him and touch his arm letting him know it's ok to touch you, he gives you a small smile moving closer to wrap an arm around you and the other around Sanji keeping you three close together as he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead "Your so strong y/n." The swordsman's words surprise you, you sit up in their arms to look at him confused. Sanji smiles and brushes a stand of hair out of your face and caresses your cheek with a gentle and soft hand. "He's right your so strong and brave" you shake your head at them "I didn't... i couldn't fight back" you didn't understand why they were saying these things. You are weak and tired and in pain, when he hits you, you don't fight back so how are you strong?

Zoro leans in and places his forehead against yours looking into your eyes with such a soft and loving expression "Your alive, you took a beating to protect Nami and Chopper, you took everything he threw at you and more. Your strong and brave and no one not even he can take that away form you" His hand runs up your back to your face rubbing his thumb under your eye wiping away a tear that falls "You think that?" You still don't fully believe him, your so used to being called useless, stupid or even that you deserved it by your ex and your mother. "We both do and i'm sure the rest of the crew does too" Sanji smiles kissing the top of your head still holding you close to his chest. As you lay there with them enjoying their soft touches yelling started to get louder outside until it was almost in front of the medical door. You jumped unsure of who was yelling but Sanji held you close telling you it was ok, you could hear so many voices yelling outside and your heart started racing, you body shaking fearing your ex got out. "Hay baby it's ok. I'll check it out" Zoro kisses your forehead and was about to get up and leave when you grabbed his hand stopping him "Please don't leave" you begged your other hand clinging onto Sanji not wanting either of them to leave you.

Zoro places a hand on yours sitting back down while Sanji pulls away a bit to look at your face "It's ok... i'm here, and he'll be right back" The cook reassures you but you don't let go "I'm going too then" you almost yell, determined to stay with them no matter what. Zoro sighs and shakes his head "Its probably just Luffy being mad, you don't need to come with" you shake your head at him and sit up straight. Sanji can't help but laugh catching your attention "That's my love" he smiles seeing you starting to act like yourself again, he didn't think it would happen this quick, but he's glad. Zoro stands up still holding your hand and nods, the two help you up off the bed and walk with you to the door. Zoro keeps you behind him his hand holding yours as Sanji holds you next to him, the door opens to see Nami and Chopper standing in the way of a very angry Luffy, Franky, Brook and Usopp. "I want to talk to Y/N" Luffy yells at Nami who stands in front of him, he doesn't make a move to get past her just keeps asking her to move, while the others yell behind him the same thing. Nami has a lot of power in the crew, she may not be the strongest, but she can put the crew on their asses if she wants.

The three of you step out and you feel a little better knowing its just your crew, Robin isn't with them so your guessing she's still watching the door which means he hasn't gotten out. There are no windows other than the one in the door but thats way to small to get out of and it's been covered up for a while. "Y/N" Luffy smiles waving at you once he sees you, Nami and Chopper turn to see you three "You should be resting" Chopper runs up to you worried about your health but you smile down at him "Im ok Chopper. i won't over do it i promise". Nami sighs and walks over the boys following her "You ok?" she asks looking worried but you nod at her "Yea i'm feeling much better, thank you for everything" she smiles at your words and hugs you lightly, you lean into her but keep your hands attacked to Sanji and Zoro not willing to let them go yet. Once she lets go you finally see your captains face, he looks mad, his hat covering his eyes, it makes you look down in shame but Zoro squeezes your hand letting you know it's ok. Luffy reaches a hand up and gently places it on your head, tears well up in your eyes "Nami and Chopper explained everything, is it true?" he asks his voice deep as he tries to keep his anger down.

You nod slowly "I'm sorry Captain" you whisper the hand on your head moves to your chin making you look up at him, he looks up with you your eyes meeting and you can see the fire burning in his pupils "No one hurts my crew.... we have your back" You let a tear fall before hugging Luffy, letting go of your boys to cling to the man who you know will become king of the pirates. Luffy hugs you back letting a smile form on his face "We'll deal with him later, for now let's eat" he pulls away holding you by your shoulders "You're too skinny" The captain comments only to get hit on the head by Nami and Sanji sending him down to the floor with a big red bump forming in his head "Don't comment on it" the two yell out in unison, you cover your mouth but can't help but laugh and smile at their actions, your laughter makes everyone look at you a little shocked at first, it's been almost a month since anyone has heard you laugh and it's a welcome sound. Zoro places an arm around you and laughs with you, happy your starting to feel more like yourself.

Sanji cooked up a big quick meal so everyone could eat, and he could join you at the table instead of staying in the kitchen. Franky had boarded up your bedroom door so everyone could eat together and discuss what to do with the man in your room. You happily ate with them and the conversation was nice but as dinner was ending the questions turned to your past and what to do with your ex. "How did you meet the guy anyway?" Franky asks, after hearing so much about the guy he wondered why you would even date him in the first place. "It was a blind date my mum set up. He's rich, runs his own company and my mum thought he would be a good fit" you answer feeling a little better about answering questions, no one seemed to think you were stupid or weak. It also helps that Zoro's hand was always on your leg rubbing it lightly when ever he senses you get nervous or upset and Sanji had his arm around you smoking a cigarette feeling more relaxed now your with him. "Is that all she cared about? Him being rich?" Usopp asks while slapping Luffy's hand away form his plate. "I guess i never talked about it hu... My mum and i worked full time, and we couldn't afford the rent on our little shack so when a rich man says i want to date your daughter of course you say yes." you look down at your hands on the table.

Zoro's hand running up and down your leg to clam you while Sanji finishes off his cigarette and lays his head on your shoulder. "S-Sorry" Usopp stutter feeling like he offended you and your mother, Luffy taking the opportunity to take the meat from his friends plate and swallow it whole only leaving the bone. You giggle it but turn back to the other as Usopp yells at his friend "It's ok, i don't like her anyway she's not the person i thought she was" you sigh as Sanji takes your hand and kisses your shoulder. "I'm sorry but... why would you date an abuser?" Franky asks raising an eyebrow at you earning a groan from Nami "Its doesn't start out that way" she comments stabbing her fork into her food. Robin nods with a sigh "Yes, Abuse never starts out hurting their partner" You nod with her Sanji moving his head to look at you. Franky looks down at his plate embarrassed but you smile at him "It's ok... he was sweet, always complimented me, bought me stuff and took me on my first holiday. After a few months of dating we were about to lose the shack so when he offered to pay of the rent as long as i lived with him i said yes... That's when the comments started, it wasn't anything too big, mainly about what i was wearing, i was too skinny or too buff. He asked me to work for him at home to help with his company so i did but ended up just doing house work... Overtime he would say things to my friends or fake emergency's so i couldn't see them which drove me apart from them. He convinced me it was their fault not mine though and i cut contact with them. I used to go to the gym to get out of the house, but he started asking why i was going, why i was wearing leggings or a crop top. He had a gym built in the house so i could work out at home. i was thankful for it, but he slowly started limiting my time in there." you gulped memories coming back "The first time he hit i only had my mum to go to.... she-she told me it was my fault" you sigh leaning back in your seat.

Zoro's hand moving form your hand holding it tight to tell you he's there. Sanji's hand rubs your shoulder while the other hold your other hand lightly rubbing his thumb over yours. The others listened wanting to understand how you got into this mess in the first place and what this man was like, as you talked they understood, they could see the manipulation and the tole it took on you. "Did you leave after that?" Chopper asks hoping you did but your face said otherwise. "I stayed with him for two more years, i feel so stupid but i had no one to turn to and nowhere to go, he had all the money in his control and the house was surrounded by this large wall, he had the only key to the gate and house." you sigh looking up at Chopper whose eyes tear up "T-The scar on your back, was that form him?" He asks, Chopper knows the scar well, you often come to him for help with it since it can get red and tender after a battle or a tough workout but you push past the pain and work hard. "Yea, he stabbed me after i turned on of his white shirts pink... its much better than it was though and its all thanks to you Chopper. You've been a big help" you nod giving the doctor a smile making him smile back and wiggle a little trying not to act like it affects him.

The others smile at the doctor's cute reaction before Luffy looks up at you and asks you've been dreading all dinner "So what do we do with him?" Your Captain looks at you, hoping for a straight answer but you don't have one, your not sure what to do or how to go about things. "I-i don't know" you stutter a little hating the fact you did but its not like you could help it "He's persistent and with his devil fruit powers, i'm guessing he won't give up easily" Robin ponders trying to think of the best way to deal with the man. "We should just kill him" Zoro speaks up catching everyone's attention, his voice seething with anger. You never considered your ex dying, you always thought of him as an unkillable thing but in reality he was just a man. You look at your swordsman seeing him very serious about what he said before turning to look at Sanji who had the same face willing to kill to protect you. You know Zoro would kill in a heart beat but Sanji never did, not as far as you know. "That's an easy way to go about it and I'll solve all our problems" Robin nods earning a nod from Brook in response. "Are we really gonna kill the guy on our ship? i don't want it haunted" Usopp's face goes white as he speaks causing the tension in the air to lift as Luffy laughs at his friend and Nami yells form across the table "Be serious"

You can't help but laugh too along with Robin as Chopper hugs usopp's side them both yelling about being haunted while Nami yells at them, "I think another ghost would be nice" Brook notes sipping on his tea only to get hit in the head by Nami causing the skeleton to fall of his chair. You were about to talk when an explosion went off on the ship, it shook the sunny sending plates and cups falling to the floor shattering and some of your crew falling out of their chairs. Zoro and Sanji managed to keep you form falling as the ship started to balance it's self. Luffy, Franky and Robin rushed out the kitchen to see what has happened, Zoro tried to follow but you stopped him grabbing his arm. He turned to face you and pulled your hand off his "It's ok, i'll deal with him, Keep them safe" He looks to you then Sanji who give the swordsman a nod as he holds you close to his chest. "I got them". Zoro leaves and takes his swords out ready to kill this guy for hurting you. Brook closes the door behind them to keep anyone form coming in or out with them knowing, Nami pulls out her staff ready to fight if need be. Sanji helps you up and walks you into the kitchen keeping you away form doors and window, "When i get my hands on him, he's dead" Sanji mumbles under his breath, gritting his teeth.

[pebiejeebies]

Uhh weird chat abt why I think nickel’s apology was sketchy

NICKEL.. wasn’t the one who said sorry.

AND BEFORE YOU SCREAM AT MY FACE ANYTHING LET ME SPEAK!! I HAVE A REASON!

let’s talk about clover.

remember an/some episode(s) ago when nickel went on a therapy session with clover? Right?

she told him to rethink his whole life right??

NICKEL DIDNT RETHINK HIS LIFE. CLOVER DID.

It was all clover. Think about it

she’s lucky. She gets whatever she wants because of it too.

if she WANTS nickel to be friends with balloon, she will WISH that he becomes friends with him.

WHICH MEANS. there’s a high chance this whole apology was all just clover’s luck

we’ve seen how that stupid box was forced to do something it mentally/physically couldn’t. And it ended up doing what clover wanted (or at least keep her safe)

think about it. One episode, therapy with clover, next episode? Magically becomes the most nicest man ever and supports balloon while giving him his own space.

His apology felt so off, at first I was like YOOOO NICKLOON!! But in reality it was all clover, it’s just so off to me man.. maybe I just hate nickel or smth

But really think about it, there’s no way ANY person or object would do a full mental switch up THIS EASILY?! I took YEARS to stop abusing my sisters mentally and physically. There’s no way a fucking month will change him this quick. TRUST. ME.

I was as horrible as nickel and even worse too, it took years of struggle and patience to obtain what I have today! But nickel? NICKEL? NICKEL?!?! makes the luck do it all for him.

and that made me so fucking angry. you made me question myself and why I took so long to change, you are making other people think change is THAT EASY. you PEICE OF SHIT. (Not you dw, I mean AE)

Literally to the point I feel like nickel was like some sort of puppet or smth

Clover: do this

Nickel: alright

AND EVEN WHEN HE DOES IT ISNT EVEN HIS FUCKING CHOICE. IT ISNT. ITS HER LUCK. NOT NICKEL. now nickel feels like he fucking achieved something, when it was all clover.

LIKE COME ON. you made the fandom happy over something that could potentially be a lie?? There’s no way he magically becomes all cute and sweet and STAYS like that after her luck goes away. There’s just no way.

and ofc it had to be clover, it was all just to say “Oh he changed so quick because of—“ EXACTLY. they are cowards. they don’t wanna make the character slowly struggle and try to get better

they wanna get to the point and that’s it

so everyone goes WOAHHHH NICKLOON!! YAYY!! (no hate to the nickloon shippers btw) without taking so long, because they don’t know how to write any characters without some big flaw

So let’s just make clover “help” him!! Cause she’s lucky!! Yay!! And he can just change in a day or two!1 YAYY!!!/s

HERES ANOTHER POINT TOO. SHE CAME OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE IN THAT EPISODE. “oh I just wanted to be a detective” yeah sure ae. Sureee… sure thing mf. Just solve one fucking word puzzle game and call yourself a detective. Idiots. (Again, pointed towards ae)

take a moment and think about this. Because maybe I’m just wrong, I’m usually wrong anyways. I just need to know I can’t be the only one who thinks that clover was the one who apologized, not nickel.

But for once I feel like I’m right about this, and if I am.. AE im fucking onto you. You fucking cowards.

(and before you ask, no. I’m not okay. I hate how they made me question myself. And I hate how they’re saying it’s so easy to change, and I hate how they’re so lazy about someone’s personality shift)

I don’t hate the animators. I don’t hate the storyboarders, I don’t hate the voice actors, I don’t hate ANYONE in ae. EXCEPT these fucking writers. There are so many better writers out there with ACTUAL ideas and ACTUAL talent, and experience and so much more about life and personality.

even I can write better characters without even planning it out. Imagine. Skill issue fr.

Please note that this isn’t targeted to you either, your opinion on this is valid, so is mine. Let’s keep this chat friendly though.

[unknownanomoly]

Every single Rainworld artist, new or old, please read!

So while this is on my mind, I just thought I would say something at the moment. I have seen so many, so many, artists copy or very closely copy a design from another persons since they really like their style and hope that if their style looks like this famous artists then they will get the same attention. This is slightly annoying to me, now drawing other peoples art or practicing design by using someone else's design then somehow in anyway making it super original is perfectly fine by me, it's really good to do that! But when you copy someone's design so closely that is looks like your trying to rip off their designs, that's not ok. another problem i see is people hating their designs cause they are not "detailed" or "pretty" or "different" enough from others. Now this post is gonna be about how you can make your own character with existing characters WITHOUT using someone else's design and not making the character "look boring" to you and others. Now no character is boring, everyone's different styles are amazing, this is not suppose to be a bad thing, this is just suppose to help other artists think better with making canon characters look original. Im gonna use Hunter as an example since I was drawing him when i thought of this. So hunter, let's take this step by step: Step 1: Do NOT look at a canon photo unless it's necessary for like a certain iconic scar or eye color or color or anything else like that, but completely IGNORE that canon design. Step 2: Break up what the canon character looks like into words. EX: Hunter is a slugcat with his color being on the red scale. He is being infected with the rot and is NSH's messenger. Now with this description a thousand different ideas can be made, I mean on the red scale could be red, pink, or all the way to a brown even! Then infected by rot? He could be fully infected by rot or he could be partly or be halfway, maybe he was cured from rot. And NSG's messenger? He could have a weird marking resembling that, or always have a green neuron with him, or have green eyes or green clothing or green markings, really anything! Now wasn't that easy ^w^ Step 3: Sketch/Doodle Do NOT instantly make a design choice unless you have one in mind right away, start doodling first, either digital or on paper and see how you like the design first, and if you like it then there you go! Now you ofc can change your design later on but it's better to have a main idea instead of posting something right away then regretting it since you don't like it. EX: For my Rivulet I first had him being a little more like the true rivulet design since the lore for my AU was different then, but when I was finally drawing him I didn't like his design and so I started messing around with it and finally I came up with my water bat design for him. Step 4: Finally, you have made it this far into the steps, you may now draw it completely, make a ref sheet or don't, join in on character group drawings and yada yada, you have your own design and you like it and that's all that matters! Step 5: Have fun, you are not limited by the canon design. Design however you like, give them any lore that probably isn't canon if you want to, make them aroace or gay or lesbian, change their gender, mess around, make them siblings with random people that shouldn't be their siblings, mess around with families and personalities, do what YOU want, no what others want or like ^w^ Hope this helped anyone who needed it!

[sierrater]

response to catnon :3 (read here: https://www.tumblr.com/total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel/745309781592588288/httpswwwtumblrcomtotal-drama-takes-the-squeak?source=share)

okay first of all THANK YOU FOR NOT JUST SAYING NUH UH AND BEING DONE WITH IT!!!!! I MAY DISAGREE BUT THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY MAKING POINTS ABOUT IT. cuz now i can debate :D (i very much enjoy debating) here we go

Emma's friendship with Bowie was literally all about Chase. It started and ended because of him. It started because Bowie was like "oh girl hes shitty" and she was like "ikkkk" and it ended because he was like "oh girl hes shitty" and she was like "erm no!!!!" (i hate how the writers kept trying to bring chemma back let them both be freeeeeee). And the dance is just.. a dance. I'm not trying to say you're reaching but it is just 1 piece of evidence. Other than her dancing, there is barely any evidence to show that she doesn't care what others think (correct me if im wrong, ive only seen the reboot once and I haven't been able to 🏴‍☠️ s2 yet). I'm gonna take your word for it though, that she was super excited about the challenge even without knowing the answers. That's fun!!!! That is so fun, duh would she wanna do it, anyone would!!!!!! Maybe she just found it fun? And again, anyone would !!

Second, I do agree about the abuse thing. I dont think I worded my argument correctly in that ask, before it was posted I regretted saying that and I still do. What I meant was that Chase probably would apologize and try to make it better IF HE KNEW THAT WHAT HE DID WAS WRONG. Which he DOESN'T. And Emma is acting like he does in the show. He's shown to care about her on multiple occasions, and even saved her life once. He didn't want to kill her, he didn't want to hurt her. Someone really needs to sit him down and tell him that "its just a prank bro" is not a valid excuse so that he'll go and say sorry to her. because so far nobody has. also where are yall getting the manipulation thing from genuinely its giving the cody stole gwens bra debate he literally just asked her to get back together a few times. 😭😭 go outside please /nbh

Personally, my least favorite thing in this show is WASTED potential. Emma did have the potential to be great, but with how they did her in S2 (referring to her getting voted out quickly) I'm losing hope. That's probably part of why I hate her so much. Just a difference in preference, I guess :)

Also, I heard from my friend that her archetype was the tiktok star, I should have done my own research. mb lmao. Still, im pretty sure she doesn't mention YouTube if its not in the context of Chase.

Closing out, I don't agree with you but still thank you for actually coming up with an argument, nobody has done that yet and I really really appreciate it 👍👍

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Recovering from narcissist abuse,and severe ptsd. Im bipolar and im just barely hanging on. Some days go by ok and some days I hide and cry all day. I scream on the inside so no one hears me, I smile because I dont want anyone to know how bad I feel. The sun doesn't shine on me and the darkness is not where I want to be. I never want anyone to know how bad I'm hurting, but sometimes its to much. I feel so lost and um looking for something anything that makes me feel better. I dont want sympathy, I dont want to blame anyone, I just want to be able to stand on my own two feet and feel worthy of life.

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#4

Today I hate myself! I slept to long, I are the wrong food, im gaining weight when I need to lose. My head hurts from crying, my knees hurt from praying to God to help me find peace. I want to scream and throw something breakable. I want so much to be ok and stop feeling this way. How am I so old and still so stupid. Why do I always choose to care. I let him hurt me over and over so many times that when he left for good I just knew he would come back. I took steps to make sure he would never hurt me again. Steps that I knew he would not be able to accept, I didnt want him back. I was to scared that I would keep allowing him to hurt me until he went to far.i didn't know he was a narcissist for sure. The day he told me he was marring a girl half our age it was like he took all of the air out of my lungs and held his hand over my mouth so I couldn't get more. Now she is his victim and im living in a nightmare. Im scared of the whole world. I cant ever be with someone like him again but everyone I meet seems to be like that. So it must be me. So what do I do. I put on a smile and I pray to God above please don't let me fall in love today everyday. It would kill me.

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I want to write a book and I need some help. I dont even know where to start actually.

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#2

I had never heard the word "narcissist " before and I really didn't know what it meant. About six months into my relationship with him my daughter said to me" mom he is a Narcissist and he will only hurt you" I kinda laughed it off and I didn't really think about it again. When he beat me up and threw me out of his car in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain only to come back and get me 45 minutes later, my friend at work told me he was a "narcissist " but I still didn't know what that meant. In today's society everyone has a label label. Im bipolar and i have ptsd, so saying someone is a narcissist didn't really bother me. Fast forward about 4 years. He had completely taken over my life. He gave me my medication because he had if locked in a box so I couldn't get it or even see what hd was giving me. I couldn't see my children unless he was with me. I felt empty and alone, but a narcissist? Maybe? Was he a narcissist or was I for wanting to have things my way for a day or two. Was it his fault or mine for letting him say whatever, do whatever and still believe he loved me. Whose fault was it? I honestly didn't know!

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My #1 post of 2022

Being a survivor means getting past the pain and hurt to a point that you can help people who haven't made it to that point. Hope and faith brings a person closer to living happiness again and never looking back to what happened wanting to go back. Its help you push forward and start over weather you're alone or not. Being alone is not a bad thing sometimes it make you strong so that you can let the person who is supposed to be in you life walk in and show you what real is.

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I feel I might have dyslexia or my 3am brain repeat words over and over again even though it's correct, also I spelled bit of the zevia soda when opening it

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Hello this is my first time in a long time I made a fic please give a review on what you think and please note this is first in time I made this

And yes I made an x reader one I would want y'all to feel the story line and understand the characters more

I hope you like

Plot chapter

When you were younger your parents always went out town to go do work and leave you alone at home with your bulters. Your parents forbid you to go outside because in they're reason there could be a kidnapper, pedos, etc. Even though there's have been zero kind in your town Millieton, you only day dream, you just wish you could just see the outside world just like what your parent and butlers told you about. One day things change and you woke up at a random room, the room your in has old color pattern walls decore and popcorn ceiling, there's one small square window that has small white pattern curtain, you walk to the small window and see the outside. Bunch of animals and a field, though it looks like it's so broken and depressed not like how your picture from what the storys you were told, half the fences are broken or crooked and use to be healthy lookin landscape but now slowly dying, the rain tried to help but even mother nature knows she can't fix this, then you heard someone coming up the stairs, you got the nearest thing next to you and soon start to prepare to hurt or murder someone, even though you don't wanna hurt anyone but if it means to protect you then you'll just have to live with regret of your actions. As soon as the door open it reveals to be a Dog An Australian Shepherd to be exact as the dog went up to you to sniff then licks your hand reassurance you saying it means no harm "awww hello little puppy, aren't you a cutie" you pet it the puppy bark at you and moves on his stomach. As you we're Districtacted you hear a male voice "I would be careful his look can be cute but conceiving at the same time" you look up to see a man, he's was wearing some kind of cheap fancy Walmart boots and clothes he laughs "he like to treat his prey with adorableness be careful" he must be the guy coming up the starts and this must be his home "oh im sorry for that, but I saw you in my barn early in the morning, and I thought I would bring you here, your lucky Lucy didn't lay on or you'll be dead" as the man said "what's your name" my name oh i should answer "oh sorry im Y/n and im sorry if I some how intruder into your home, I honestly do not know how I got here" as you apologize "hey it's okay, your just be lucky you didn't die" the guy said chuckling "anyway do you know what happened" He ask worreily "oh um..yeah I think I got hit in the head or someone put sleeping meds in my drink" you can't remember "you should be hungry, I made food though it might be burnt just a bit" he points cloestet "in there may be clothes my sister and her kid used to lived here before they left town to the city" as he left the room to let you get change he said something "oh by the way my name is Noah" you look at him before he left then window not knowing what the reality will unfold and the truth you'll see.

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I hope you enjoy this and please review on how i should improve so I can write better in the future

#really nervous showing this on here

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My #1 post of 2022

So as it turns out my parents have the original phantom of the Opera musical and I just finish listen to 1-5 of of it

And yes i was on Facebook photo I was showing my group chat about this, currently on music 6 and it not bad, yes it's my first time listening to this #phatom of the Opera

not bad #i never understood why people like it until now #and I gotta ask my parents about this and how they feel #and 20% part of me thinks some of y'all are judging me

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[lexis3npaii]

Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?

 jisungxfem!reader 

fluff fluff fluff (were we expecting anything else from me?)

1.4k words

if you see grammar mistakes, no you don’t :) 

How could such a simple question lead to all of this?

“Would you still be my friend if I was a worm?” your best friend Jisung randomly asked.

“No.” you respond without hesitation. 

“What?! Seriously?” he probes in shock, fully prepared for you to say yes and that you’d love him no matter what, as friends… of course… 

“I don’t like worms. And if you were a worm that means I would have to hang out with you either in the dirt or the rain and you know I hate both.” you explain to the boy. “I wouldn’t want to deny you your wormly pleasures.”

“Oh please Y/N, stop talking.” Jisung groans as he rolls over on his bed you were both sitting on. 

“Why are you taking this to heart? Don’t tell me you’re turning into a worm soon. Did you get cursed by some crazy voodoo man?” you ask in sarcastic shook, earning an eye roll from your friend. 

“I just thought my BEST FRIEND would say she’d love me if I was a worm like I see people on socials do.” he explains in a not surprising dramatic manner. He watches as you cock your eyebrow, lips quirking into a cheeky smirk that he can’t keep his eyes off of. 

“Yea anyone who says they’d still love someone if they were a worm is a) lying and b) a furry.” you sit up, suddenly very passionate about the topic. “I mean how would I even meet you if you were a worm? Did I just take you off the street and declare us friends? Were you once human and got turned into a worm? Was I once a worm now in a human body?” Jisung smiles at your tangent, enjoying how much you’re thinking about this. “-besides isn’t that like a couple trend? Why would you ask me? Unless my little Jisungie has a lil crush on me” At this Jisung’s brain shuts down. You move closer to him to teasingly poke his cheeks. He flops down on his bed and covers his head with a pillow, while you continue to tease and poke him. 

Jisung contemplates if this is the moment. Is this how he should tell you he’s had a crush on you since you sat next to him in Poetry 1 freshmen year? Is this when he should lay all his feelings out, explaining how his crush only turned to infatuation as he got to know you. Infatuation turning into pure love and admiration. Is this the moment?

“Maybe I do.” Jisung finally replies muffled by the pillow on his face, his heart beating so fast, he’s praying you don’t notice. You stop poking him, blinking a few times as if that will reverse time so you can make sure you heard him right.

“What?” you’re finally able to say. 

“Maybe I do.” still with the pillow covering his face.

You reach for the pillow, but his grip just grows tighter, refusing to let you see how flustered he is. He’s now in regret. Maybe this wasn’t the moment. 

You two begin to play tug of war with the pillow. “Jisung, come on.” you continue to pull, not giving up until you’re face to face with your friend. In a sure fire way you know will capture his attention, you let go of the pillow, purposely hitting your elbow on the wall. “Ow.” you say with a fake ‘im-about-to-cry’ tone to your voice. At this Jisung springs right up to check if you’re okay. 

“HA! Got you!” you shout, as Jisung throws his arms over his head in distress. 

“No fair. I thought you were really hurt.” he pouts.

“I know. That’s why I did it.” you reach behind him to grab the pillow, ensuring he can’t escape this time. “Now explain yourself.” 

Jisung weighs his options. On one hand he could tell you how he felt, how he’s been feeling. But on the other hand he could run out of his room and hide in the bathroom. For a moment he really considers the latter, but he decides against it, taking a deep breath before he spills his guts to the girl he has been in love with. 

“Y/N I really like you. And to be honest, I think I’m in love with you. Whenever I’m with you, my days get better. Not even Minho or Chan can make me as happy as you do. I’ve thought about telling you all the time, but every time I back out, afraid to ruin our friendship. Because, truly, having you in my life just as friend, even though sometimes it hurts, is better than you not being in it at all.” The silence is thick and somehow very loud. You want to speak but you genuinely don’t know what to say. 

You can’t lie and say you didn’t find Jisung attractive. Sometimes you would find yourself staring at his arms as he lifted his heavy backpack off the ground. His slim waist was to die for and something you were honestly kind of jealous of. He had a beautiful smile that matched his endearing laugh. And you loved the way his fluffy hair looked in the morning. You and Jisung already did things that couples would do. Not anything weird or sexual. Domestic things like grocery shopping together, or cuddling. Sometimes he even let you do a skincare routine for him at night because you slept over each other's places so much. He had a toothbrush and designated drawer at your apartment and you had the same at his. Sometimes the lines were so blurred, it already seemed like you were dating. So why did his confession leave you so stunned? 

“Ji I- I don’t know what to say.” you manage to finally stutter out. 

“No No!” he blurts out. “Don’t feel pressured to say anything or return my feelings. See- ughh.” He growls frustratedly. “I knew I shouldn't have said anything.” He places his hands over his face and falls back on his bed, missing the full coverage the pillow you stole provided. 

“Ji.” You lean over him and pull his hands away. You were now laying on top of him. You guys have been in this position many times before, but now it felt different. It felt intimate. And for some reason you really wanted to lean in and kiss him. So you did. 

The kiss is chaste and sweet but it doesn’t say enough, so you open your mouth to explain yourself, but your words are cut short when Jisung places his lips back on yours, settling the two of you upright. This kiss is deep and hungry. It feels like Jisung will never let go but you didn’t mind it because you didn’t want him to. He held your face delicately with both of his hands while you placed yours on his chest. When he finally pulls away, he touches his forehead to yours, keeping his hands in place. You slowly opened your eyes to find him searching your face. His eyes moving from your eyes to your lips, back and forth until both of your breathing settled. 

“Jisung.” you quietly speak. 

“Yea?”

“I think I’m in love with you too.” you confess to him. “Ask me the question again.”

“What question?” he asks with a giggle.

“If I would still LOVE you if you were a worm.” you reply with a smirk.

At this, Jisung lets go of your face, falling backwards in laughter. 

“I think you’ll like the answer this time.” 

“Y/N! I’m in love with you!” he shouts in between laughs, earning a huge grin from you. 

“Come on ask.” you beg as you place yourself back onto his chest, hands folded with your chin resting on them. 

Jisung stares down at you, adjusting his position so he’s more upright and his hand is resting on your back. 

“Alright alright.” he finally settles down from all the laughter. “Would you, Y/N L/N, still LOVE me if I was a worm?” 

You place your finger on your chin, pretending to be thinking really hard. “Yes. The answer is most definitely yes.” Jisung begins to slowly run his hand up and down your back. You place your cheek now on top of your hands, closing your eyes, almost being soothed to sleep by Jisung’s gentle touch. 

“Can I ask you another question?” he asks.

“Hmm.” 

“Can I kiss you again?” he shyly questions. 

“Ji. You don’t even have to ask.”

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guess who’s back? back again? ME! i don’t want to get into the habit of only writing for my bias line (hyunjin, lee know, and chan) because i like to live vicariously through my y/ns, so i decided to write this with jisung. i was actually gonna go back and change it to yeonjun from TXT but i honestly think the way i characterized the male lead in this fits jisung more. what yall think? yeonjun or changbin next? 😈 as always feedback is greatly appreciated. luv ya <3

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

masterlist

Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

[books-and-catears]

Hihihiiiii!!!!! Omg I'm so excited to ask this one-> ok so can you write/headcanon the Brothers and Undatables in a situation where MC can't swim and the brothers + undatables don't know it until one of the squad (Solomon's voodoo) picks MC up and throws them into a pool/fountain on the deep end as a joke? And MC drowns?

Bonus if anyone aside from Satan, Leviathan, and Lucifer know CPR and double bonus if Beel manages to rebibe w/o cracking a rib on MC!!

Aww heyheyhey!!! We love excitement in this house yes we do. Thank you so much for the angsty ask!

It got a bit long so I'll do it in two parts! I hope that's okay? Also I hope I can do it justice :3

It was a summer afternoon in Devildom. Diavolo had invited the whole gang upto his castle. Solomon had recently told him about pool parties and he was excited to try it out.

Everyone came in, already having the time of their lives splish splashing in the water, or going ham on Barbatos and Luke's snacks.

You were there, dipping your feet in water, enjoying the cool feeling between your toes. Everyone kept inviting you in the water, you tried to put them off by saying "Maybe later!"

You could have just said you couldn't swim. But that was too embarassing to admit, so you just shook your head and splashed water at them instead.

Mammon and Asmo were splashing water on you, so you didn't see the Little D's sneak up and hoist you up from behind. Before you knew it, you were sent flying headfirst into the water. Maybe you should have told them, you thought.

Maybe that would be better than the endless blue, the distinct lack of air and burn in your lungs as you tried hard to swim to the surface and lost all energy.

(Part 1: The Brothers)

Lucifer

"MC enough playing around. Come Bach up now." Got tensed when you didn't Immediately float up to the surface.

"MC?" He dived in to check on you. His eyes grew wide when you saw struggling, flapping your hands and feet aimlessly.

"MC HOLD ON!" The panic in his voice was muffled by the water. You felt your body being held and pulled up to the surface.

"MC? MC can you hear me?! MC!" You felt someone shaking you, their hands warm on your arms. And then your lips turned warm.

You'd recognise that kiss anywhere. It was more urgent this time, as Lucifer tried his best to get air into you.

"Luci... fer.." You choke out before coughing violently and spitting the pool water everywhere.

"You're okay..." He lets out the biggest sigh of relief. He holds you tight in his arms and takes you inside to dry you off. "I thought I lost you again..."

"Whoever is responsible for this," The suppressed rage in his voice sounded deadly, "will pay for it."

Mammon

"Oi human! Are ya sulking down there?!" Mammon joked as he dived downwards to bring you up.

"They got ya pretty good huh-" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the state you were in. Your eyes closed and your limbs horribly limp.

"MC! MC WHAT HAPPENED?!" Mammon grabbed you and pulled you up instantly. Even in your dazed state, you could feel the pounding of his heart and the cracking of his voice.

"MC not again please not again I'm sorry I'm sorry please wake up..." He was crying now. His tears and hands were warm on your skin as pushed at your chest cluelessly.

"THEY'RE NOT WAKING UP! LUCIFER SATAN DIAVOLO SIMEON SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!" He was frantic and clamping his mouth on yours now, gasping more than blowing air.

You coughed and sputtered eventually. "Mammon... you...are exceptionally bad at CPR." Mammon hid his face in your shoulder and hugged you like there's no tomorrow.

You laugh and try to tell him you're okay but all he does is hold you and cry. "I'm the worst protector...I'm so sorry MC.."

Leviathan

"Welcome to my turf, MC!" Levi laughed as he waited for you to float back up. But you weren't. Are you stuck on something? He sees air bubbles on the surface.

He dives down and swims towards you swiftly. "MC OH NO! WAIT MC IM COMING!" He darts to towards you and gets you out the fastest.

He starts to tear up and panic cause this is just like that sad anime "Lost my Best Friend in the Deep". Embarassment be damned, he can't let you go.

He urgently called for his brothers for help and fumbled with you held tightly in his arms. He pushed on your chest and watched the water sputter out.

"MC?? You're okay now, right??! MC!!?" The urgency in Levi's voice caught you off guard. You open your eyes to see him teary eyed and sniffling.

"I'm okay Levi..." You say, your hand reaching to hold his face. He breaks down at your touch.

Pressing his face harder into your hand and crying. He's so glad you're okay. "I thought I lost my best friend...don't worry MC, I'll teach you how to swim!"

Satan

"MC, you do know how to swim right?" Satan called out to you, right after the splash. There was something about the way you fell that made him feel uneasy.

When you didn't float back up, he immediately dunked himself downwards, only to see his suspicions were right.

"MC! It's okay it's okay I've got you!" Satan's arm wrapped around you as he pressed a warm kiss on you under water. The flames in your lungs died down a little.

He rushes you upto the surface and lays down gently, tilting your head at the optimal angle.

His mouth is on you again. Urgently breathing life back into you. He also had spells ready in case this usual way didn't work.

"Satan...? You...thank you.." You said tired as you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him weakly after vehemently coughing.

He lets out a sigh of relief and bumps his lips against your head softly, cradling you in his arms. "Why wouldn't you say that you couldn't swim? Don't do this to me ever again, MC, you're all I have..."

Asmodeus

"MC darling, no need to be embarrassed, you looked so cute when you fell like that! Come up now!" Asmo giggled as he watched the water, waiting for you to come back up.

He gets panicky when you're still not up yet. Swims down as he quickly as he can calling out your name. "OH NO! MC WHAT'S GOING ON?! MC!"

He reaches for your hands and starts tugging you towards him. Why are your eyes closed like this? Why have you gone limp?!

He pulls you up to the surface, frantically calling out to Satan and Solomon for help, all the while bouncing you in his arms like a baby as a attempt to gain conciousness.

He's full on sobbing as he Solomon gives you CPR. The moment you cough and sputter, he pounces on you, his head pressed against your cold chest, now rising and falling normally.

"Asmo... don't cry...I'm okay.." You say weakly smiling and trying to hug him back, running your hands in his hair.

He holds you close and presses kisses on your whole face."MC! You gave me such a fright! Don't do that again please, MC! I can't bear the though of you gone again!"

Beelzebub

"Ah I'm so sorry I couldn't catch you MC" Beel even had his arms outstretched so he could catch you before you fell, but he missed.

He's fastest to get to you after Levi. "MC? Are you okay down there- MC?! Why are you being like that?!" He gets frantic and scoops your limp body in his arms.

This is his worst nightmare. He urgently gets to the surface panicking inside. "MC..please wake up.." He calls out sadly, as he gently lays you down.

You're barely breathing. He knows what he has to do. But you're so fragile compared to him he doesn't want to hurt you.

He tries as gently as possible to push against your chest to regulate your breathing again.

"Beel..Beel..." You cough out his name as you reach up to hold his face in your hands. He stops immediately and engulfs you in a hug.

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to. His teary eyes and tight grip as he lifts you up and takes you inside the house to feed you, says everything you need to know.

Belphegor

"MC you're so easy to sneak upon hehe. Come here and lie with me." He was just snoozing at the edge, smiling down at where you just fell.

What's taking you so long to come back up?He impatiently dived downwards to find you. And he was horrified by what he saw. "MC?!Damnit MC, why didn't you call for me!?"

He hoists you into his arms and tries giving you a kiss of air like he'd seen in Levi's shows. Still unsure of what to do, he just hurries you up to the surface.

"They were struggling to swim. Something's wrong. Fix them please. Fix them fast." He said, calling out to his brothers. He held your hand shakily and lay next to you, as Beel gave you CPR. His grip tightened once you started coughing.

"Belphie... I'm okay..." You squeezed his hand as tight as you could. He hid head in your shoulder before picking you up in his arms.

He wrapped you up in a towel and tried to make you fall asleep in his arms. "That was a horrible feeling. I don't want to feel that again." He mutters to himself while holding you closer.

[blublublujk]

it was destiny (4)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

words count: 5k

summary: jungkook tells his story

pairing: dilf jungkook x milf reader

warnings: 18+ (no smut in this update), swearing, heartbreak, children, a lot of corny fluff, this may be triggering to anyone with parental issues (im sorry :( and you all deserve better)

—> m.list

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Jungkook was home. 

Minsu was out playing in the gardens, her nanny keeping her entertained while Jungkook spoke to some clients over the phone. Something he did often for his father. 

“My father is still catching up with work over here. I'm sure you could understand, being gone for as long as he was… can really backtrack business.” 

“Yeah. I’ve waited long enough though, kid make sure he calls soon.” 

“I understand Mr. Choi, I’ll make sure to connect you with my father shortly. Thank you for your services.” 

The man sighs over the phone. “Yeah no problem son, you take care.”

“Will do. Thank you.”

The line ends before either of them get another word out. Jungkook almost throws his phone across the room but some voices down stairs save its life. 

Then he hears a door slam shut, immediately raising concern. 

He could hear Mrs. Seo, a trusted maid who previously worked for his father when he was much younger, talking to someone in the distance.

The voice gets closer and he could finally recognize its owner.

“Seo-ah?”

It wasn’t normal for Seo-ah to show up unexpectedly. Jungkook contemplated checking his calendar thinking he probably messed up the date, maybe today had been Seo-ah’s day to take Minsu, but it wasn’t. He was sure of that. He makes sure to read his calendar multiple times before starting his day.

“Jungkook.” Her voice broke.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Seo-ah fell to her knees hiding her face into her hands. She was crying, she looked child-like almost. Jungkook was scared.

Jungkook did the only thing that could come to mind. He ran towards her wrapping his arms securely around her sobbing figure, hoping to provide her comfort. 

“Seo-ah, what’s wrong?” Jungkook coos, rocking her back and forth. “Please stop crying, talk to me.”

She doesn't hug him back but she falls into his embrace. Her body gives up, she can’t stop the tears from falling. She feels terrible. Maybe she deserves to, she thinks. 

“Ju— Jungkook. I— I- I messed up.” She says between sobs. Jungkook pats her back very gently. “Okay, just tell me Seo-ah, I can fix this. What happened?”

Jungkook hates the way her voice trembles. Though she was nothing more than just his worst heartbreak, she was also the woman that brought his sweet Minsu to earth. And that meant everything to Jungkook. No matter how badly things ended between them, he would never wish her bad and he knows she wouldn’t either. 

Jungkook could tell that whatever she had to say was no good. He could tell by the way she broke in his arms. He was scared, really scared, his throat felt dry. 

“Min— Minsu.” Is all she says. Jungkook’s heart dropped. 

He pulls away staring directly at her. “What about Minsu? She’s okay. She was just in the garden. I just checked on her thirty minutes ago. What happened, Seo-ah?! You’re scaring me.” Jungkook can’t help but to raise his voice at her, fearing her coming words.

“Yeah, I know.” Seo-ah sniffles, suddenly emotionless. “Jungkook, I’m pregnant.”

Jungkook’s world stopped for a second time. 

Minsu. 

“You— you’re pregnant?” Jungkook asks, confused more than anything. 

She nods still showing no emotion, the tears drying on her face. 

“How?” Jungkook knows it is a stupid question but from what he knew, Seo-ah hadn’t dated anyone since their relationship. Obviously he didn’t care if she did, after all she was her own person and he was over her. Seo-ah didn’t belong to him anymore and he understood that clearly. But, why would she hide something like that from him, out of all people? 

Seo-ah scoffs, shrugging obvious-like. “I messed up Jungkook.” 

He nods. “Okay. Who’s the father?”

“Minho.” She speaks quickly as if she’s ashamed. “He was my lab partner during my residency in Seoul.” 

Jungkook just nods once again. “I see,’ he pauses before continuing, ‘How long have you been seeing each other?”

Though Jungkook meant nothing by asking the question, Seo-ah’s eyes widened. “I didn’t start seeing him until after we ended things and finalized our divorce. I have never cheated on you, Jungkook. And would never. I promise.” She assures him, though Jungkook wasn’t worried about that, if that was her concern.

“I’m not concerned about that Seo-ah. What you do with your life is none of my business. I’m just trying to figure out the reason you thought you needed to keep this from me.” Jungkook explains himself.

“Ahh.” Seo-ah almost breaks into a smile. “Right.”

“So why did you?” Jungkook asks. He didn’t mean to be so intrusive, but he believes he gave her a safe space, the kind of safe space to confide in him no matter the situation. He believes they built that over the years they spent together.

“Jungkook, how could I possibly tell you something like that?” Seo-ah’s voice is low and uneven.

“You just do Seo-ah.” Jungkook tells her. “You can trust me.”

“I know I can Jungkook, that’s not the reason.”

“Then what is?”

“You were so heartbroken, Jungkook. I— I couldn’t be the reason to watch you break again.” Seo-ah admits with sad eyes.

Jungkook tries not to seem affected by her words but they do move him. How could he not feel anything? Seo-ah used to be his whole world at one point. Losing her was tough but he was doing much better, he’s healed and continues to do it every day. 

“Don’t worry about that, Seo-ah.” Jungkook whispers. “You can’t hurt me anymore. I can take it.” 

She nods, a single tear clings to her lash, then falls down her cheek. “Good. I’m glad.”

“So, what’s wrong Seo-ah?” Jungkook speaks in a gentle voice, giving her enough space and time.

“Minsu.” She says, breaking down once again.

“What about Minsu?” Jungkook asks, watching her wipe her tears, desperately. “Don’t worry about her now, we can tell her another time, together. She’ll be okay Seo-ah, don't worry about it.”

Seo-ah immediately shakes her head, struggling to get her words out. “Jungkook, she knows.”

Jungkook’s world then stopped for a third time.

“What— what do you mean she knows, Seo-ah?” Jungkook hates that his voice no longer sounds comforting or friendly, but mad. Upset? Hurt? He’s not sure about anything anymore. 

“I fucked up so bad.” Her hands shake.

“What the fuck did you do Seo-ah?!” Jungkook yells.

“I told her an— and she ran away. She ran away from me Jungkook I—” He raises his hand, begging her to stop speaking. He immediately gets up running towards Minsu’s room. Seo-ah rapidly trails behind him, but not before he turns around to face her. “Please leave Seo-ah. Now.” 

“No. Jungkook— she- she’s my daughter too. Please.” She breaks between sobs, desperately trying to stay strong. 

Jungkook shakes his head. “No Seo-ah. I can’t believe you would do something like this behind my back. I can’t stand looking at your face right now. Please, Seo-ah please, leave. You can speak to her when she’s ready.” 

“How will I know when she is? What if she never comes back from this, then what?’ She throws her hands in the air. ‘I am a terrible mother, Jungkook. She hates me.” Seo-ah's face turns red, whispering her last words. He wasn’t sure whether she’s angry at herself or at the situation. Maybe both. 

Jungkook almost feels bad for her but he doesn’t. He doesn’t allow it. The only thing that could matter right now was Minsu. Seo-ah ruined the chance of telling her in a way she could understand and maintain a positive relationship with her daughter. She messed up terribly and now it was time to face the consequences.  

“If there is one thing I’m sure about my daughter is that she’s strong. Trust me when I say that she will get back from this, but not now. She needs to heal and she needs space Seo-ah as do you. Now, go take care of yourself and that baby you carry. Please leave this house, immediately.” Jungkook says sternly. 

All Seo-ah can do is nod walking away from him, tears still falling down her face. 

Not many things scared Jungkook, much less hurt him. But this… Minsu. Minsu scared him the most and her well-being was his biggest concern. He didn’t care what Seo-ah did with her life, but this was not the way to do things. Of course, he wasn’t the best parent but Minsu deserved better. He felt she owed Minsu an explanation when times were right, but would they ever be? The least she could have done is tell him before she did things recklessly. Before she did things her way. She always did things her way. Did Seo-ah for even just one second think about what this would do to Minsu? How it would affect her? How could Seo-ah do this? How could he face his daughter when he was just as confused and hurt as she was? Yet, someone has to do it, parents have no choice but to deal with things, even when they themselves are not ready.

“Minsu-yah.” Jungkook calls, knocking very lightly on her door. “Princess, open the door. It’s me. Only me. And I— I come in peace.” He knows now is no time to joke but Minsu loved his stupid references to things only they understood.

“Daddy?” He hears her sniffles behind the door, her voice weak.

“Yes princess, want to let Daddy in?” Jungkook’s voice is sweet, comforting, and calm. He’s in no rush. However much time Minsu needed, he would give her.

He’d give her anything. 

Minsu opens the door. Instantly, Jungkook feels his heart break. Minsu’s face is covered with dried tears. Her nose is red, irritated most likely from her blowing into rough tissues. Though Minsu was already a part of the shorter kids in her classes, she seemed even smaller now. Minsu looked so small.

She was hurting.

The last time he ever recalls Minsu this upset about anything was dropping her off to primary school for the first week. Though Minsu was always fond of school, she hated having to leave Jungkook behind. Minsu would spend a whole hour before getting dropped off crying, not wanting to leave his side. Jungkook couldn’t help but to cry when he finally got time alone. They were each other’s world after all. It hurt Jungkook just as much as it hurt Minsu. 

~~

“But I don’t want to go Daddy.” Minsu begged, tears flowing. 

Jungkook held her face in his hands brushing his nose against hers. “Yes you do! Remember how excited you were when I told you we could finally enroll you?”

She nodded, doe-eyes blinking tears away. “But— but I'll miss you.”

Jungkook pouted. “I’ll miss you more princess. I promise I’ll be here as soon as school is over. Promise Daddy you won't cry anymore.”

Minsu sighed sadly, wiping her face with her sleeves. “I promise, Daddy.” 

Minsu kept her promise and was so excited to see Jungkook right outside the gates waiting for her as he had promised. Jungkook never broke his promises, Minsu loved that. 

What Minsu didn’t know is he was just as excited as she was. He showed up a whole hour earlier than was told. He was always the first parent outside, with the biggest smile on his face as he watched Minsu skip into his arms. It was the only thing he looked forward to all day. 

After that, they got ice cream near her school. And it became a habit, every single day after school. It was both their favorite parts of the day. 

~~

Jungkook kneels to her level putting his forehead against hers. His palm came up to caress her cheek, wiping the most recent tears off her face.

His Minsu. 

“Daddy,’ her voice breaking, ‘I don’t want to talk about it right now.” 

Jungkook nods. “Then we don’t talk about it. Not until you are ready. I love you, Minsu-yah. You’re very brave.”

He feels his heart skip a beat when she wraps herself around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you more Daddy, thank you.”

Jungkook laughs, patting her back. “That’s impossible princess, you could never love me as much as I love you.”

Minsu sniffles a bit before smiling, “I can try.” 

“You’ll never beat me.” Jungkook says, competitively.

“Wanna bet?” Minsu breaks the hug, eyebrow cocked.

Like father, like daughter. 

“Bet.”

That night, Minsu slept wrapped around Jungkook's arms. They fell asleep watching their favorite comfort movie, eating cheap pizza that was delivered from their favorite pizza stop. In their own little world, everything was going to be okay. They had each other. Anything was possible. At least that’s what he promised her as he sang her to sleep, rocking her in his arms.  

Everything will be okay, my little princess. Rest those beautiful eyes, a better day will come tomorrow. I promise. Goodnight angel.

—

The next morning Minsu begged Jungkook to let her stay home and he agreed. He wasn’t going to ever force Minsu to do anything she didn’t want to do. Even school. If she wanted a break from life, he’d give it to her. Kids require so much love and attention, Minsu was lucky to have it all with Jungkook. 

They had pancakes for breakfast and spent most of the morning arguing about who they thought would win the National Championship football game. Eventually, they moved on and decided to play some video games. Jungkook sat back watching his daughter play an intense game of League of Legends, mentoring her from the sideline. 

“Don’t camp there, you’re wasting time.”

“I know what I’m doing.” Minsu snaps.

“Yes ma’am.” Jungkook chuckles. Maybe he shouldn’t disturb his daughter during matches. 

Jungkook feels his phone vibrate underneath him. 

Shit. Y/N.

Y/N 🌷 : Hi.

You and Jungkook had arranged fairly early in the morning to meet yesterday much later in the day, after you both had been done with work. With all that had gone on, the time never came for him, and he completely forgot to cancel the plans. He had never once cancelled on you. Jungkook was never the type to just forget things. He hated to make anyone feel as if he was ghosting them. He hoped to make you see that. 

Me: Y/N. Shit. I’m so sorry. I know we planned to meet yesterday but something came up. I should have told you but it completely slipped my mind. I hope you understand.

Y/N 🌷 : Oh. Are you okay?

That made Jungkook feel good. Really good. 

Me: I’m doing better today. Thanks. :)

Y/N 🌷 : Want to talk about it? :)

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk about it. Sure, you both “talked” but never about anything too serious. And you both would really only ever talk after sex, it was the only time you each got to know each other. He liked that things were simple. He wasn’t sure if you would see him differently if you knew about his past.

Me: No. It’s… complicated.

Y/N 🌷 : Oh, I have time. 

Me: Where are you? 

Y/N 🌷 : Home. Day off.

Me: Maybe I can tell you later. In person. At the hotel.

Y/N 🌷 : I can’t meet today. I have Jia with me.

Though Jungkook got a very small glimpse of your relationship with Jia, he too was curious about your past. And maybe it was wrong for him to want to know about it. He wants to know what you do for work. He wants to know about your friends. He wants to know about where you went to school. He wants to know about your daughter. He wants to know everything about you, if you allowed it. He wants to know how you ended up single. Either the man was a complete dumbass or something happened to him. Either way, he silently thanked the man for his absence. It was what brought Jungkook to you.

The last thing Jungkook wanted to do was force himself upon you. If you said you were busy, then that is all it took for him to back off.

Me: Right. Sorry. We can just meet another day.

Y/N 🌷 : Jungkook, what’s wrong? 

Me: It’s personal, I didn’t think you’d want to hear about it anyways.

Though you didn’t want to admit it. Of course you wanted to know. You were just as curious as he was. You didn’t like to ever see Jungkook uncomfortable or upset. Was it wrong for you to want to get to know the same man you promised yourself you would get away from?

Y/N 🌷 : You can tell me. If you’re comfortable ofc.

Me: I am. I am, it’s just difficult, ig.

Y/N 🌷 : Can you come around 10pm?

Me: Huh? Where?

Y/N 🌷 : My house. I’ll sneak you in. Jia will be asleep by then, but no funny business. Not while Jia is here.

Your house? Jungkook had been lucky enough to know the outside of your home. He knew it well from the amount of times he would drop you off. You were always quick to wave a goodnight and run back inside, almost as if you were a teenager and on the other side of the door was an angry parent waiting to confront you about where you had been and with whom. He liked that you allowed that much. Jungkook understood why you kept him away, he was a father himself. Bringing anyone new into your child’s life is not easy, especially for Minsu. He could only imagine it was the same for your daughter. Jungkook wondered if your home was as warm and comforting as you were. He wondered the type of partner you could be. Maybe it was wrong that he thought about this a bit too often. Maybe one day, he wished he would experience it all himself.

Me: No, I wouldn’t want to bother. Plus, you made it very clear, we don’t meet outside the hotel. Thank you, anyways. :)

Y/N 🌷 : You won't. I offered, it’s no big deal. We talk, you leave right after. :)

Me: You sure?

Y/N 🌷 : Yup. 

Me: Okay. Thank you.

Y/N 🌷 : Where’s Minsu anyways? I thought you had her today.

Me: I do. She’s leaving later with a close friend of mine. She’s part of the reason why things are difficult rn. 

Y/N 🌷 : I see. I’ll see you later Jungkook. I hope you can have a better day today. :)

Me: Yeah. Thank you, Y/N. See you tonight. :)

—

“Turns out Minsu was not as excited to see me as I originally had imagined. She fell asleep as soon as we came home from the park.” Taehyung sighs, complaining over the phone. 

“She’s just tired Hyung, it's no biggie.” Jungkook chuckles, of course his girl was sleepy, it's been a long day. He doesn’t blame her. Even he was struggling to stay up and it was only 9pm. 

“Mm, she promised me a movie night so I don’t know. Maybe she just hates me.” Taehyung mutters. 

“Like anyone could hate you, Kim.” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. 

“You’re right. Everyone loves me.” Taehyung brags, bringing Minsu a warm blanket to cover her sleeping figure. Taehyung then clears his throat walking into another room. “So you’re gonna see her today?”

Jungkook hums. “Thanks for taking Minsu. She needed this day out.”

“It’s always my pleasure, Kook. You know I love her more than anything. Well, probably not more than my dog, but I do love her.” Taehyung says, shameless and unapologetic. Though he’s known Taehyung for long he never fails to amaze Jungkook like ever. 

“Alright then.” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head. “You are something else, Hyung-ie.”

“I know I am. I take that back. I think I love Minsu just a bit more than Tan. Maybe.” Taehyung mumbles contemplating everything.

“Just shut up, Hyung.” 

“Okay! Well, I’ll see you. I’ll drop her off and pick her up from school tomorrow. She still owes me a movie.” Taehyung says, casual-toned.

“Whatever Kim. Take care of my daughter well.”

“Always do. Good luck over there. See ya.” 

“Thank you. Bye.”

Jungkook bounces up on his feet after hearing the call end. He checks out his image one last time before heading out to see you. He felt nervous and calm— all at once. 

Jungkook had only ever seen you between hotel sheets. Most of the time you both met, you had come straight from work, assuming from your clothing, you worked business. But he wasn’t sure. You didn’t tell him much about yourself. Jungkook didn’t know your story. Jungkook could only imagine how you looked in such a natural state. He was positive you were just as beautiful, if not more.

The drive to your house was muscle memory to him now. Before he knew it, he was standing outside your door, after he had messaged upon his arrival. 

The door shortly opens. There you stood, simple t-shirt and baggy sweats. Not something he was used to seeing you in, but he was right. You looked even more beautiful. Your hair had been out of place as if you ran to get the door. All he could do was smile brightly, Jungkook already felt better.

“Come in.” You say smiling back. “Excuse the mess in the living room, Jia thought today was a good day for arts and crafts. I got a bit lazy to clean after her.” You whisper timidly.

Jungkook walks in, carefully watching his steps in the dark. He doesn’t reply not wanting to cause any attention to himself, obviously respecting your wishes. But it’s not like he could see much of the mess anyways. 

“You can talk by the way. Jia, she’s a heavy sleeper. Trust me, nothing wakes that little girl up.” Jungkook looks relieved and starts walking more naturally, closing the door behind him.

“Minsu’s quite literally the same. Thank you for inviting me.” He says.

“Sure. Um, would you like to take this to my room?” You ask.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I— I thought you said no—”

Your hand goes up signaling him to stop. “I meant let’s talk in my room.”

“Ahh… right. Sorry.” Jungkook says sheepishly. “Sure.”

“No worries, this is my room.”

Jungkook stops and it is exactly like he imagined. 

Warm. 

Your bed was fairly big, big enough to fit two, he thought. There was a picture by your nightstand that you had taken with Jia. It was from her most recent birthday and she demanded you take her to Six Flags. Your biggest nightmare, but you took her anyway, she had so much fun that day. 

Jungkook picks up the picture, admiring it before placing it down quickly. “Do you like roller coasters?”

You shake your head, crossing your arms. “No, no. That’s just Jia. She begged me to take her and ride the tallest coaster with her. I couldn’t do it alone of course, so I brought Hoseok.”

Jungkook furrows his brow.

“Ahh, right. Hoseok is that friend you’ve seen me with.” You explain. “Though taking him with me was a terrible idea.”

Jungkook looks confused once more. 

“Let’s just say, Hoseok despises anything that moves at an unnatural speed in unnatural directions.”

Jungkook smiles lightly. “I see.”

“Do you like them?” 

He is quick to reply. “I do.”

“Mm, you and Jia would get along then.” You weren’t sure whether you meant anything by saying that, but it did make Jungkook feel really good.

“I’m sure we would.” He says, smiling warmly. 

You pat the seat next to you on the bed. “Sit.” 

Jungkook does and at the same time he takes his bucket hat off, setting it aside. His long hair comes down instantly, almost covering his eyes. You both reach for it before he drops his hand. He watches you fix his hair ruffling it out for him. 

“There.” You whisper.

“Thank. You.” He manages to say, hating the way his voice sounds.

“You ready to talk?”

“I’m not sure where to start, it’s very long and complicated.” He says, frowning.

“We have all night, Jungkook.” You say getting more comfortable, now laying on your side. He follows your actions, he didn’t feel as nervous as he thought he would have. You made it all too easy for him. 

So Jungkook told you. 

He told you everything. He told you all about Seo-ah and where they met. He told you about Minsu and the entire time he held a smile, laughing every now and then. Then he told you about how things ended, how much it all affected him. And right after, he broke the news about Seo-ah.

“And Seo-ah, she’s— she’s pregnant.” Jungkook pauses, swallowing audibly. “She told Minsu behind my back. And Minsu obviously didn't take it well.” Jungkook finishes his rant, his eyes that were once focused on yours now stared into the unknown.

“Jungkook. I— I’m so sorry.” You whisper. 

He lays on his side emotionless before staring back at you. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know. But I’m sorry you have to go through this. I’m sorry for what you went through. And I’m sorry that your daughter is hurting because of it.” 

His lips tug into a gentle smile then drop again. “Sometimes, I feel like the worst father. Like I don’t do enough for her. I could give her the whole world but would that ever be enough to make her happy? I wish she was always happy.”

The urge to comfort him beats your self control. You take his cheek in your palm, caressing it with your thumb. “Jungkook, you could never be the worst father. What you do now for her is enough. How could you give her the world when she already has it? You are her entire world, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes start to water and he seems like he wants to speak but he doesn't, he lets you finish instead.

“Kids just like adults will have difficult times but they will also have happy moments. Those are the moments you need to look forward to. Sometimes it’s those moments that outdo the bad. It’s those moments Minsu will remember when she feels her worse. She loves you so much Jungkook, I can tell by the way you speak about her. And you love her just as much. As for what happened with Seo-ah, that— that’s a lot. There will never be a good time for something like that to come to light. And I can’t really comment on something that doesn’t concern me, but Jungkook you, you’re too hard on yourself. Minsu will come around when she’s ready, I know you see it. You both deserve so much more. I believe one day you will have it all Jungkook. You and Minsu.” You whisper your last words. 

Though Jungkook tried hard to hold them back, the tears fell on his face, bridging around his nose. Your thumbs swiped them away, your own eyes softening, he was still so pretty. He then brought his own hand up behind your neck bringing you flush against him. His lips pressing softly against yours. It was the first kiss you both shared that didn’t feel rushed, it wasn’t sloppy no, it was gentle. The kiss was a ‘thank you’ and a confession— all at once. 

Thank you.

I could fall in love with you.

Jungkook wished those words would come out but he was scared. Jungkook was scared again. What if you didn’t feel the same for him? Would you even be kissing him back if you didn't? Jungkook was scared. You were scared.

You don’t recall who pulled away first, but it was the best kiss of your life and it was also his. 

“Thank you.” Jungkook sniffles into an apologetic smile. “And sorry for ruining your sheets with my tears.”

You giggle. “You could never ruin anything. You feeling better?”

Jungkook nods. “I think that was enough about me.”

“You were right. This is complicated and maybe scary. But, I believe you will find a solution. Parents always do. It’s what we do, right?” You smile, cheerfully. 

“Right.”

“And you aren’t alone. You can count on me. In whatever way you need, I’m all ears.” 

Jungkook smiles. 

He isn’t alone. 

He could count on you. 

He wasn’t alone.

“Thank you. You can count on me too. I’d like to hear your story, that’s if you are willing to tell it.” Jungkook hesitated to finish.

“Maybe one day. Not now. Thank you though.” Jungkook nodded, accepting your answer before his eyes dropped a bit, he looked at ease. Like he could finally rest. “You sleepy?”

Jungkook just nods again, his eyes getting heavier. For a second, you contemplate waking him up as you see his eyes close, his arm enclosed your waist and you almost shake him awake, but he looked so peaceful. And you liked it. You liked it so much. You like him so much. 

So you let him sleep, careful when standing to take his shoes off his feet. Soon, you covered his body with warm sheets and laid across him, leaving a space between you both. You don’t know what came over you but you pecked his nose before laying back down, maybe loving Jungkook could be easy. Maybe loving Jungkook was easy. Would he accept your story? Would he welcome you in his home? The same thoughts that once haunted him now haunted you. 

Forcing your eyes shut, you waited until sleep caught up to you. That’s when you felt him. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist bringing you closer, nuzzling his face against your hair breathing in your sweet warm smell. This time, you don't fight it. You allow it.

You allow love. 

Maybe you could love Jungkook. 

And just maybe, Jungkook could love you.

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a.n: late night update. i decided this chapter didn't need smut so im sorry and please enjoy <3

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

——————

It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[lovelyiida2]

IIDA HEADCANNONS IM CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH—

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: major fluff, vulgar language

WORDS: if you blink fast and squint it’s more than 1K

ALSO: this is gender neutral!!!

Iida will casually give you random touches of affection whenever he knows you need them.

It was weird at first, but you got used to it once you realized touch is his love language <3

You and some other students rounded up together to have a picnic study session. As you were outside currently eating the strawberries Momo prepared for you, Iida noticed your frustration with a certain question.

“Hey, would you like some help?” He asked, your furrowed brows raised at his words. Humming you scoot over to give Iida some room on your white and green platted blanket.

You began to explain to him how you didn’t understand how to help citizens in certain situations and how to comfort them when in times of panic.

“It just makes no sense, how am I going to tell someone to calm down when in a burning building? Maybe I shouldn’t become a hero–“

“Don’t say that, you’re just as capable as everyone else who is here, you didn’t pass the entrance exam for no reason.” Smiling at his words you notice his hand slowly caressing your lower thigh.

Softly jumping at his outward actions, Iida’s hands snap back, “sorry! I didn’t even ask if I was able to touch you. I know I’m new to this relationship field, so tell me what’s right and what’s wrong please.” He frowns, seeing his hands lock up and become straight you grab them and give him a smile of reassurance.

“No, it’s fine! It’s just something I’m not used to. You’re allowed to touch me, Iida.” He nods and slowly reaches out to caress your cheek. Leaning into his touch you grab his wrist and draw circles against it with your thumb.

“Get a fucking room”

Both of you turn to see Bakugo standing above the two of you, you awkwardly chuckle. “Sorry Bakugo, I did say I was going to help you didn’t I?” He grumbles at your question.

For the rest of the time outside, you and Iida were holding hands. Sometimes you would lean up against him and he would give you awarding pats on the head or place his hands around your waist…

You were so excited to see where this new relationship would go.

As class representative, it’s his job to know as much as he can about every student in case of sudden emergencies.

But what if he knows too much about you?

It was game night and the UA dorms, class 1-A settles in the common room all in high spirits with a sight sugar intake. Comfy in their pajamas, they decided to play the “who knows best game.” Whoever won the most points gets a singed coffee mug from All Might himself.

And to say everyone wanted it was an understatement, it was utter anarchy.

Most of the students made sure the questions were hard enough for the students to never guess so that they’d have a better chance of winning. Buying their strategies so far, you began to put them into practice.

“Okay, what’s one weird thing I do regularly?” You giggle, looking around the room, you see the students begin to ask around if anyone knew the answer. It seemed you got this in the bag until Iida raised his hand.

“I assume sometimes—I see you smile to yourself and mouth out words you think in your head. Like acting out random scenarios without knowing?” He says, everyone aweing in surprise. You lost train of thought, he was right?

“Y-yes, I do that.”

Throughout the rest of the game, you couldn’t win with Iida knowing almost everything down to your most private pet peeves. You began to think to yourself that were you easily this readable?

Like how does he know that you don’t like it when your sheets aren’t fitted to the point where you almost have a full mental breakdown? It’s getting weird.

“If I were to die, what would I be reincarnated as?”

“A dandelion!”

“And how do you know that Iida?” Mina sighs.

“Sometimes when they’re outside I see how excited they get when a dandelion blooms. They pick them up and blow to make a wish.” Proudly adjusting his glasses, you deeply sigh.

Furthermore, you didn’t win. Deku was more determined to win and it seemed Iida didn’t know that much about anyone else but their favorite color and hero.

Getting up from the couch you walked to the elevator, tired and ready to sleep, you see Iida step into the elevator. Eyeing him down, you spoke.

“How did you know all that stuff Iida? Are you my stalker or something?” You say out of frustration.

“Y/N, I have feelings for you” Iida spoke abruptly, eyes widening at his sudden outburst, you look at the ground in embarrassment.

“Well…that explains it.”

I KNOW I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE FOR A LONG ASS TIME I KNOW.

Schools been hard and on my ass and I’ve been applying for multiple colleges. At least I have all A’s! (let’s not count my math grade).

I’ll try to be more active sense it’s a new card-marking and thanksgiving and winter break are coming around the corner so be ready for that!

-hobieshope :)

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: Smut 18+ only please

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When Bucky made it up to your shared room he slowly and silently opened the door. You were sitting on your bed, your back facing the door, but he could tell you were crying by the shaking of your shoulders. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to sit next to you. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. You then openly sobbed into his chest. Bucky caressed your back and kissed you on the head, allowing you to cry.

When you started to calm down you sighed deeply, sniffed, and said, “Are you going to break up with me now?”

Bucky’s heart completely broke. He put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No, baby. Of course not. I love you. I love you so much! Why would you think that?” He asks.

“Because before we started dating you told me about Dot and how much she meant to you. You were going to propose when you got home from the war. Well here is your chance to live the life you wanted with the girl you wanted,” you say as tears again start to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, I’m not the same man I was then. Yes, I still have love for Dot, but I’m so madly in love with you. I promise,” he said, kissing your forehead, nose, and then lips.

“I’m going to help Dot become acclimated to the world now, and help her settle. But I promise I will always be here for you, ok?” He asks.

You nod, feeling slightly better. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you too. I’ve gotta get down to the lab. I promised Dot I would be down there with her. But I won’t be long,” he says before kissing you again and then leaving.

You sit and wait for him, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. But after 4 hours you give up on him and go to sleep. You hope that he will keep his word on still loving you. You don’t want to lose him. You love him too much.

- -

1 month later

Over the last several weeks, you’ve only seen Bucky’s about a handful of times. He’s always off with Dot, helping her learn the ways of today, and helping her deal with her “trauma”. Every time he tries to give you a little time she always calls for him saying how upset she is or that she’s about to have a panic attack. You try and be understanding but at the same time it’s really starting to annoy you.

One of the worst things is that he barely even sleeps with you anymore. This morning you woke up to an empty bed, yet again, and head downstairs for breakfast. When you got down to the common room you heard the sound of Dot’s giggles and saw her sitting on the couch with Bucky, her feet on his lap. At that point you lost your appetite, so you went up to the roof instead.

After an hour you hear the door to the roof open as you’re staring off into the distance. You feel arms wrapped around your waist as a stubble chin rest on your shoulder. You decide to ignore him and continue staring off into the distance and several thoughts past of your mind.

“Was looking for you,” Bucky said as he kissed your shoulder. “Why you up here all alone?”

You sigh, “well I’m used to being alone a lot these days. And I guess I didn’t feel like sitting there watching you and Dot flirt in the common room,“ you say annoyed.

You hear him sigh behind you as he puts his forehead on your shoulder. “I know, and I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around much. I’m just trying to do my best to help her,” He said.

“I promise I’ll try and do better at managing my time so that I can spend more time with my girl,“ he says as he kisses the back of your head and trails kisses all the way down to your neck.

He turns you around in his arms and rests his forehead on yours. Before you know it you are both swaying to no music, until Bucky starts singing your song. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both slow dance to your song as Bucky sings. When he finishes you kiss him passionately.

“Tonight we will have date night. No Dot, no interruptions, just you, me, and that new lingerie you bought a few weeks ago,” he says as he continues to sway you.

You smile widely at the thought of spending a night alone with your boyfriend. “Oh Bucky, that sounds amazing! I’ve missed you so much, and I get what your doing, but it’s hard,” you say.

“I know. I’ve been neglecting you and it ends now. You are my priority, not Dot. And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Tonight,” he says.

You kiss him in reply.

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Later that night, after dinner and another bout of dancing, you come out of the bathroom with your new lingerie set. You stand in the doorway staring at your half naked boyfriend. Bucky’s eyes darken with lust as he starts to stalk towards you like a lion about to pounce.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he says huskily. He then pulls you into his arms with a searing kiss.

He leads you to the bed and throws you on it, before jumping on top, connecting your lips again. His hand travels down to your core and he moves your panties to the side, putting pressure on your clit. He starts rubbing at an intensely fast pace, making you lose your breath. Very quickly he pulls your first orgasm from you.

Before you come back to earth you feel your new panties being ripped from you, as well as the bra. Bucky loved to rip your underwear all the time. He kissed his way down your stomach to your wet core and dove in. Your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You moaned as your hand pulled his hair.

He then stuck two metal fingers into you and started pumping. You knew it wouldn’t be long now. You couldn’t stand the amazing sensation of his fingers and tongue. You started to feel the build up of pressure in your belly.

“Bucky! I’m going to cum,” you cry as you again orgasm on his face.

After a moment Bucky kisses his way back up your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, which makes you wetter, if that’s possible. “You are the best thing I have ever tasted, Doll. Truly exquisite,” he says.

He then pulls off his pants and boxers before lining up with you. He slowly starts to push in, which feels amazing. After a moment he completely bottoms out in you. He kissed you, and just as he is about to thrust, you are both interrupted by FRIDAY.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Jones is requesting to see you sir,” she says.

Bucky groans into your neck, “Tell her I’m busy and we’ll talk in the morning,” he says.

“I’m sorry sir, but she appears to be having a panic attack and having trouble breathing,” FRIDAY says.

“Shit,” Bucky says as he pulls out of you and grabs his sweats. He looks at you guiltily, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in 10 minutes tops, and then we can finish what we started,” he says before running out the door.

You stare at the door as it closes in shock. He just left you in the middle of sex for his ex. What the hell! You lay there and wait, but after 2 hours you decide to get dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. You take your ruined lingerie and throw it out. You lay back on your bed thinking about how you will have a stern discussion when he comes back.

Before you know it, another 2 hours go by and it’s the middle of the night. You’re more than angry, now you are hurt. You grab your pillow and your blanket and leave your shared room with Bucky, and head to your old room. After locking the door, you inform FRIDAY not to let anyone, especially Bucky in. You climb into bed and allow a few tears before falling asleep.

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Bucky woke up the next morning disoriented. When he realized he was still in Dot’s room he panicked. After he finally got Dot to calm down last night he went to leave but Dot begged him to stay until she fell asleep. He must have dozed off too. He quickly got out of the bed and quietly exited the room.

Steve was coming down the hall and saw Bucky’s coming out of Dot’s room. “ why are you in Dot‘s room?” Steve asked.

“She had a panic attack last night and I came to calm her down and fell asleep. Y/N is going to be so pissed at me,” Bucky said.

“Wasn’t last night date night?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded, “Yea and Dot interrupted right in the middle of sex. I left Y/N there naked on the bed like a jackass,” Bucky said angrily.

“You left her in the middle of sex to deal for your ex!? Why didn’t you ask me to deal with it?” Steve yelled.

“I don’t know. Dot says she only feel comfortable with me. I’m just trying to help her. But I’m going to lose my girl in the process. I’ll talk to Dot later about it, but things have to change. I can’t keep ignoring my girl,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we’ll good luck with talking to her after last night,” he said before slapping Bucky’s shoulder and leaving.

Bucky sighed and went to your shared room, only to see that you weren’t there. He checked the kitchen, common room, roof, gym, and lab but couldn’t find you. The last place he went was to your old bedroom. He found the door locked, which told him he found you.

“FRIDAY, can you please open the door?” He asked the AI.

“I’m sorry Sergeant Barnes. But I was requested by Agent Y/L/N to not let anyone, especially you in,” FRIDAY said.

Bucky’s heart dropped. He really messed up.

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

A lot happening in this chapter. Bucky being stupid, but at least he is aware. Now can he fix it? will the reader let him? And what else will Dot do? Feedback is appreciated!

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

[sarah-yyy]

SHDUSBSKXHABSHAB MOSHANG MEET CUTE VIA ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS IM LOSING MY MIND please. please 🙏🥺 tell me more

OKAY SO at first?? when mbj is asked to get rid of the an ding peak lord, he’s like pfft, i’ve seen that dude, anyone can assassinate him, i’ll just send a random demon. 

two days later, random demon #1 comes back, crying, asking mbj to forgive him, but he really can’t harm a hair on peak lord shang’s head, because his mother has been ill for months, and peak lord shang told him how to cure her ailment! he even packed the necessary herbs for him!! peak lord shang is his benefactor now, it would be dishonourable to kill him!!!

mbj is baffled by the whole thing, but he understands honour, and again, anyone can do this task. he won’t deliberately make life difficult for random demon #1; he sends random demon #2 to finish the job. 

another two days later, random demon #2 comes back, and asks mbj to release her from his service with mbj because peak lord shang has showed her that she can do more than to just fight in mbj’s service! she likes music!! peak lord shang has gifted her a qin! she’s actually pretty good at it!! peak lord shang says he’ll give her some lessons to start, before they find her someone more suited for the job! isn’t peak lord shang wonderful?

and okay, mbj is Really Annoyed now. he sends random demon #3. this time, the assassination will be successful. random demon #3 is known for not just his coldblooded kills but also his aloofness. he’s been in mbj’s service for 10+ years now, and mbj has never heard him say a word. 

random demon #3 comes back within the day, and declares that he is in love with peak lord shang. peak lord shang took one look at him, and sat him down on his bed, and bandaged that wound on random demon #3′s forehead, chiding him about how he needs to be more careful and take better care of himself, with such tender care. what was random demon #3 supposed to do? not fall in love with him???? impossible. 

mbj has Had Enough. he decides that he will go forth to an ding peak himself to take care of this peak lord shang himself. he steps out of sqh’s room an hour later, and goes on a hunt for some books - he urgently needs to learn how to court a human.