#but for serious when I stopped wanting to be someone completely different my life slowly changed

[rivertigo]

hi. we share few interests but i follow you because ive done it for so long it would feel wrong not to. im having a terrible nighttime rn. its almost 4 am and i wish i could escape myself.

OMG whoever you are I hope you are filtering the stuff I post about that you don’t like, I appreciate your long term allegiance 🫡. I hope your night gets better and you fall into a restful sleep soon 💗. and escaping yourself will always be a dreamy temptation but the less you get comfortable with yourself the more trouble you will face. know yourself and you will feel free, sweet dreams <3

[goldyke]

LAP Bands should be illegal

This post is going to deal with medical fatphobia, weight loss surgery, coercion, emetophobia, food issues, disordered eating, and just all around bad shit. But it’s important.

Shortly after I reached adulthood, I was coerced into weight loss surgery. I weighed about 250 pounds and was considered morbidly obese.

The Lap Band is a disgrace to the medical profession and is just another example of how the medical profession does not care about the lives of fat people.

To preface this: the surgery works. I lost 70 pounds and people treated me differently and I hated them all for it.

The Lap Band made my life miserable. When it was filled, I could not eat until noon without getting stuck. Even then, getting stuck was always a risk. There was a strict diet to follow and you were supposed to be safe from that if you followed it. On top of that, there were rules for how you ate. One standard I saw was not to eat in bites larger than your fingernail. Can you see yourself doing that for a week, let alone years and years?

Getting stuck is a horror you can't imagine. The food lodges in the top of your stomach, blocking off your system. You continue to produce saliva and swallow it down. Slowly, the mucous in your saliva builds up. It feels like you're drowning. Eventually, you have to essentially throw it all up. A disgusting experience (and a mortifying one if you're in public.) The saliva is thick and ropy. This experience is often called "sliming" on the forums.

I became frightened of eating in public. In a way, I became frightened of food altogether. I knew something had to give the day I reacted to someone biting a hamburger in a tv show the way a regular person would react to a killer jumping out in a horror movie. I developed the disgusting and unhealthy habit of chewing and spitting out food. I completely lost my enjoyment of many foods I had previously enjoyed because of how problematic they were (I can no longer enjoy a chicken thigh for example.) I stopped eating meals and began grazing. I developed eating habits worse than the ones that "made me fat"

After 3 years, I had the band emptied of fluid, which significantly decreased, but did not stop, these problems. I regained the weight, and found it didn't bother me. (Along the way I discovered that my discomfort with my body had never been weight related)

I had my band removed after 6.5 years earlier this year. I am in a support group on facebook for victims of this malpractice. There are 5.6 thousand members, each with their own horror stories. Some of them cannot get the band removed because insurance will not cover the procedure, though they happily covered the band's placement. Some have tried to go through with removal but have had surgeons try to coerce them into getting a different weight-loss surgery instead of just removing it. Many have long-term damage from the band eroding the walls of their stomach or esophagus, or from the band adhering to multiple organs. Many of them had the band for 12-14 years, before removal because none of our doctors told us it needs to be removed within 10.

Many practices no longer perform Lap Band surgery and now believe it is unethical. The surgeon who removed my band still performs this surgery regularly.

A study performed in 2011 with 151 lap band patients, found that 22% of patients experienced minor complications and 39% experienced major complications. The person who coerced me into surgery actually experienced major complications and needed an emergency removal.

I experienced no serious complications. Everything I described above is considered normal. And It still drastically lowered my quality of life.

I don't know why I'm sharing this or who I'm sharing it for, but here I am. If you know anyone considering the lap band surgery, don't let them go through with it without knowing the truth. And please be kinder to your body than the medical profession wants you to be.

[deadghosy]

🪓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑|| 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Diagnosis: fearing to harm your lover, you drink blood from another. Making the riddle himself feel jealous and angry at how you could think he can’t take it.

Warning: possessive behavior, possessive!mattheo, death/blood/killing mentions, slight maybe, suggestive.

Being a vampire in Hogwarts was and is a dangerous game to play. Especially when you had fallen inlove with a mortal human from a rich Slytherin family. The Riddles. Mattheo Riddle was a Slytherin boy who had taken a liken to your “cold” & “loner” personality. He liked how you kept to yourself when really you were trying not to hurt people.

Mattheo did a slow, and friendly approach. Which slowly but surely turned into flirting banter between you two. Gaining your heart, and gaining your trust after almost a year of dating each other. You finally told him that you’re a vampire. You thought the worst, the worst being that he would tell everyone and break up with you. Only for you to gain the opposite of your imagination. He was supportive and didn’t tell a soul.

But he mostly definitely asked a lot of questions.

But last night, you killed a student. Hungry. You were so hungry you lost control and killed a former Hogwarts student that happened to run into your clutches for it to be a death trap. You were lost in a daze, sinking your fangs into their neck and draining them dry til their life and blood source was destroyed. And gone. You could’ve drunk from Mattheo, he had told you to drink his blood if it was serious. But the thought of harming him made you wanna throw up. You felt terrible, so terrible you didn’t talk at all today. Gaining attention from some students and mostly Mattheo. He walked into your dorm seeing pacing back and forth until you seen him. He stared seeing your slight baggy eyes.

“What’s wrong? You look like you had a crazy night or somthin'” he said jokingly. You stayed quiet before nervously laughing. “Yeah…” Mattheo stopped laughing hearing that laughter. He heard that laughter enough to know something actually did happen. “What happened?” You immediately tried to walk past him. You felt scared, you didn’t want him to know you lost control and killed a student.

He pulls you by your arm, gripping it slightly as his eyes darken at your nervous gaze. He hated how he can tell that you’re lying. “The fuck happened last night?” You kept avoiding eye contact making him pull your face close to his with his other hand. “What. Happened.” Breaking the last thread that held you in, you started to ramble from the events. Closing your eyes shut you spilled it, “I drunk another person’s blood and accidentally killed them because I didn’t think you could handle me sucking your own blood, and I’m so sorry!”

Mattheo let out a deep breath and let your arm and face go. Feeling a bit guilty at how he grabbed your arm and stated to massage the arm he held. Worried it might bruise. “Darling…it’s okay. I’m a Riddle for a reason. I can handle you sucking my blood. Plus killing someone isn’t a shock to me much.” You smiled at his words. “But.” Your smile dropped looking at his darkened eyes. It was like an empty void as he tilts his head at you. “But I’m yours, and you’re mine. I can’t let you drink some filthy blood that’s not mine.” You gulped as he moved his hand towards your lips.

He uses his thumb to pull your lower lip down, showing your bottom sharp fangs. There was emotion hidden behind mattheo eyes. You felt fear for a little before he leaned into your ear. “Drink my blood baby. Drink it til it make us dizzy together.” And there goes that crazed smile you fell in love with as he withdraws from your ear and looks at you. Completely towering over you. Your heart felt it was going to leap.

“Cmon. Don’t be scared love. I promise I can take it.” He smiles again, but this time his eyes are different. They soften as he undo his tie while keeping eye contact with you. With one hand it came undone. You felt your mouth water at the sight of his naked neck. Mattheo smirked seeing your eyes dilate. He knew that you were now hungry. You inch closer, and closer. Leaning your head, but your consciousness kept telling you that you were gonna hurt him.

“I..I can’t—” “but you can.” Mattheo quickly interrupts you. “I know you can. I know you’re strong enough to know you can’t hurt me. I can handle it.” Bringing his hand and caressing your cheek. You nodded, you trusted Mattheo to tell you if you are hurting him. You bit into his neck.

With a hiss, Mattheo puts his hand on your waist. Bring you closer as you sink your teeth in deeper. Breaking the flesh and sucking in his blood. You could hear Mattheo chuckle lowly, but what you didn’t see was the light blush and euphoric look he had on his face. His low eyes as he grips the side of your waist. You hummed at the delicious iron taste. Filling your mouth while Mattheo let out a small moan. “That’s right baby…drink as much as you can. Drink it all..” he whispers as he lowers his eyes at you. You hummed and finished the last drop you could drink.

Your eyes were glossy when you pulled back from his neck. Licking the bites that threaten to spill more from Mattheo. “Sorry if I hurt you…” you say lowly, embarrassed at how you also feel on cloud nine from drinking his blood. “You didn’t hurt me.” He kissed the temple of your head then wipes your red stained lips. “Didn’t even feel a pinch.” He smiled while you just roll your eyes. “Whatever…”

At least you knew how he feels if you don’t drink his blood.

[mktskii]

—Explosive Fixation

part two.

—Synopsis: Bakugou's pride takes a massive hit when he finds himself drawn to someone outside the hero course—the best support course student he’s ever met, and the person who couldn’t care less about him. What starts as begrudging respect (and annoyance) slowly turns into something he can’t ignore. Now, if only his stupid gauntlets would stop breaking long enough for him to figure out how to deal with these frustrating, unfamiliar feelings.

—Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x AFAB + Support Course!Reader.

—Genre: Slow-burn romance, slice-of-life.

—Tags: Enemies-to-lovers, banter, RBF reader, grumpy x grumpier, miscommunication, one-sided crush, support course expertise, Bakugou struggling with feelings, Bakugou crushing on reader so hard, reader is tired of everyone's shit, reader does not take Bakugou serious AT all.

Bakugou finding himself crushing on someone from the support course? The very idea would have Bakugou ready to throw himself into an explosion, especially since you're not even in the hero course. How did this happen? You're just a regular student from the support department, not some flashy hero-in-training. Hell, you don’t even try to impress people! Bakugou's Bakugou—so why, out of all the people, is he suddenly caught up in the fact that he likes you like that?

It all started with his gauntlets, which were, as always, broken after another insane training session. This time, however, Hatsume Mei was busy with a massive backlog of orders. So, when he stormed into the support lab to demand a quick fix, Hatsume just waved him off with a nonchalant “go ask them” and pointed to you, buried under a mountain of tools and gear. You were known in the department, even beyond that. People whispered that you were better than Hatsume herself when it came to making support items, which was already wild because Hatsume was a freakin' genius. But here’s the kicker—you didn’t want the attention. You didn’t care for the praise or even the stress of constant requests for new gear. Okay, fine. Maybe you do a little. And when Bakugou, the most demanding, arrogant student in the entire school, barged into your workspace, his booming voice interrupting your flow, you quite literally did not want to put up with his shit. “Get out.” Your voice was cold, indifferent, and to the point. Bakugou had expected, well, anything else—maybe some stammering or apologies and you dropping everything and fixing his gauntlets like he demanded. But this? Definitely not this complete lack of interest. He was fuming. “Do you know who the hell I am?” he growled.

Your eyes barely flicked up from the blueprint you were studying, annoyance clear in your expression. “Yeah. And I don’t care. Get out of my workspace.”

Needless to say, Bakugou had never been kicked out of anywhere before, and the fact that you banned him from ever asking for your help? Or, more correctly, fixing his stuff? That hit harder than any villain could. When he ranted to Kirishima, expecting him to agree with how crazy you were for doing all that, Kirishima was disappointed in him—actually disappointed for screwing up such a basic request. You? You were the best at what you do, and somehow, Bakugou had managed to ruin his only chance at getting you to fix his gauntlets.

Bakugou, in classic Bakugou fashion, decides to fix his gauntlets himself. He sketched up the mechanics of his gauntlets, so how hard could it be? Turns out, really freaking hard. Not only does he botch the repair, but his malfunctioning gauntlets accidentally explode during class, damaging some of his classmates and earning him the wrath of Aizawa and everyone else. He’s pissed—at himself, at his classmates, and mostly at the fact that he can’t get those damn gauntlets fixed without swallowing his pride and asking you.

The next time he sees you, it’s different. He doesn’t storm into your workspace like last time. He’s gritting his teeth, practically seething, but he still manages to blurt out, “Sorry for bein' an asshole. Fix this… please.” It sounds like the word “please” burns his tongue, but he says it.

You stare at him for a moment, and give him a sharp scoff but take his gauntlets. As you examined them, you muttered curses under your breath about “egotistical hero course jerks” and “time-wasting nonsense.” But, despite your annoyance, you went above and beyond. You reinforced his original design, making it stronger, lighter, and more streamlined for better control. When you handed them back, they didn’t look any different on the outside, but Bakugou could feel the difference the moment he tried them on. They were perfect.

For once, he didn’t have anything to complain about.

That’s when the “crush” began creeping in—though he’d rather die than admit it. Suddenly, he found himself making excuses to come back. His gauntlets were “damaged” again because he never knew just when to stop training. His headphones were “broken” (even though they weren’t). His phone “shattered” for no reason. Every stupid thing he could think of, he brought to you, just to have another interaction.

But the funniest part? You never gave him the satisfaction of a reaction. Your resting bitch face (legendary, by the way) stayed neutral, and your voice remained flat, devoid of excitement. You rolled your eyes, cursed under your breath, and muttered sarcastic comments as you fixed whatever Bakugou brought you. If anyone pissed you off, especially Bakugou, you'd mutter high-pitched imitations of their voice while glaring out of the corner of your eye, making him feel oddly uncertain—like he was the one out of place for once.

He hated it. You were smart. You matched his freakish drive to perfect your craft. And worst of all—you looked too good. Even after explosions from Hatsume’s latest disaster left you covered in soot, your tired, messy look didn’t detract from how attractive you were. It pissed him off.

But here’s the thing—he was still a dick. Despite the fact that he’d come back over and over, pretending his gauntlets needed another fix or inventing some nonsense reason to see you, he would never admit to liking you and, so, he’d go out of his way to piss you off just because, well, he can. So, hell no. He was not falling for some support course student who barely gave him the time of day.

...Right?

That’s what Bakugou kept telling himself, anyway, even as he found himself lingering a bit too long in the lab, watching you work with laser focus, unaware of the chaos happening in his head.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[lucysarah-c]

Do you think that Canon Levi (While he is in the scouts, not post-war) would want a serious relationship or even a family? I love reading fanfictions about him falling in love with someone who is also on the scouts and even having a wife or kids, but he canonically is not a huge fan of marriages and Idk, maybe he doesn't like the idea of putting children in such a dangerous world, you know what I mean? What's your opinion? 

Hi, sweetheart! How are you? Ah, first of all, thank you for stopping by my inbox and asking for my opinion. I always get a little giggly when people ask for my thoughts on anything haha. I promise to do my best to reply to everything to the best of my abilities!

I agree with you to a certain degree, especially since you mentioned not "post-war Levi." I think post-war Levi is a completely different story, you know? This man sat down with two kids to tell them about his childhood and mother. Let's remember that Hange didn't even know about Kenny's existence during the Uprising Arc, which leads me to think that Levi didn't speak to anyone about his past before. Now he does? I mean, yes, it's a literary device—using characters completely alien to the idea to present a first-person POV of the character telling their past. I've used it myself in my main fic. But let's say that's not the case, and Levi is opening up like never before. He seems to be redoing his life and living happily after the war. I wouldn't be surprised if he decides to pursue a partner and kids for himself (if he wants, as kids and romantic relationships aren't necessary for happiness).

But Canon Scout Levi? Let me tell you, first of all, I don't think Levi really "believes" in marriage per se. I think he would treat his girlfriend as if she were his wife; he doesn't think of marriage much beyond "a tradition." Now, I do see him getting married if it would enhance the life or rights of his girlfriend. What do I mean by this? Let's say there's "social judgment" if his girlfriend is publicly in a relationship with him and "being with a man outside of wedlock" causes her social scrutiny—he may marry her. He knows firsthand how women are judged based on their "status" by his mother, so if he can step up and do the right thing, he will. For example, if he were to die and his partner couldn't land jobs because people judge that she's unmarried at her age, he would marry her. Or if she could get a pension from being married to a soldier, and every coin counts, Levi wouldn't mind it. That's what I personally think. Levi knows he won't be the one getting the sour end from not making it official, so he sees it as beneficial to make it legally official.

Then about kids, I don't see Levi "seeking" kids while he's in the Scouts. It's rather clear that Levi likes kids across the story, but he probably wants to give his kids the childhood he didn't have. And yeah, "kids only need someone who loves them, etc.," but the truth is kids need time, dedication, and MONEY. Three things that Scout Levi doesn't have lmao. So I don't see him canonically "seeking to become a dad." If there's contraception in Paradis, he's for sure using it. If there isn't, or accidents happen, and his girlfriend ends up pregnant, he would probably state that it's not the best timing for kids (especially if she's a Scout, as I doubt a woman would be allowed to be a soldier and also raise a kid. She would lose her job and stay behind to be a mother, which was usually the case back in the day). But if she decides to carry on, Levi, being an adult doing adult stuff, will take responsibility and be the best father he can given the circumstances.

Finally, about relationships… I'm a firm believer that you don't truly choose to fall in love or not haha. Like when it happens, it happens, like the cat distribution system lol. Once it knocks at your door, it's your time. Once again, I don't picture Levi going out of his way "searching" for romance. But if he slowly gets to know someone and likes them, and that person likes him back, then well… I don't know. Now that I'm rereading the manga, I'm more sure about this. Levi hardly seems "unapproachable," like "I'm so hurt, I don't want to let anyone in." On the contrary, you see he has good relationships with almost all the Scouts, even telling Nifa about Kenny out of nowhere. He's not one to fall easily, but if it happens, it happens.

I hope this was a good enough answer <3 Thank you so much for your ask.

Have a lovely day!

Stay safe!

[ledgerserious8]

Help To See Love | Bruce Wayne (Bale) & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Drama And Flutter

Summary : Your Bat having trust issues

Word count : 1.6k

As you was the girlfriend of the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne your life was different and let the media put their eyes on you..they had always tried to see how your relationship with your boyfriend Bruce

Your boyfriend Bruce had been with few womans before you but they all wanted his money and never loved him for who he is

He was having trust issues even when he loved you more then anything else in this darkness world

There's someone take advantage of that thing and it's was...the joker

You never thought one day your Bruce your batman the smartest guy into your life

Will choose to believed his enemy..

After a malicious plan by the Joker Bruce was arguing with you in the Wayne manor and for the first time he fell into the Joker's game as if he had been brainwashed

He knew that yelling at you was pointless, and a part of him was ashamed that he had lost control. But after all the reason was Logical

You have." - Bruce spoke softly, his voice was sadder. - "To go away and never come back

His tears started falling as feeling betrayed but still trying to control his emotions

"Bruce are you serious? Stop shut me away from you you know he was lying" - you explained angrily and just hoping for him to see your side of this story

Bruce sighed deeply and looked at you, still unable to come to terms with what had just happened

"He told me you never cared about me, that you hated me, that you want my money, and that you thought I was a fool." - He whispered softly as turned around and give you his back

Your eyes widen After his words as Bruce's eyes filled with tears even more, thinking about them just broke his heart more

You just walked towards him slowly and wrapped your arms around him tightly trying to make him comfortable

As you did that, Bruce's tears dropped one by one

"But I don't know anymore, baby," - he said with a cracking voice, - "I just don't know anymore."

He was so sad after what he heard and what he believed that his heart was filled with so much doubt that he could no longer tell what was true and what was not.

Was it you? Or the clown..

But your touch and voice were able to alleviate those worries for a moment, for a moment until another idea crossed his mind

He just give a sigh out and turned around and face you, you felt his hands cupped your face and looked into your eyes

"Do you love me as much as I love you, Y/n? - he whispered as keep looking at you - "How can I truly trust you again?"

It was evident that his heart was not yet convinced that his trust in you was regained

"I promised you to love you forever" you whispered reminded him of your promise for him to never leave

"Say you love me, say it with all your heart and soul" he whispered softly - "Make me feel the love you have for me."

You felt your heart get melt because Bruce said it so calmly, but the tears in his eyes were still there, his mind was still flooded with doubt

He wasn't sure that he can believe you completely Even though he was already melting with your words about your promise for him

You know Bruce was a strong man but when it's come to his trust on his lover he just becomes so vulnerable and need someone to take his doubts away

Not just words but..actions to prove too so you decided to put your love for him in another language

As your lips touched his, a strange sensation went through Bruce's whole body bit was hard for him to put words on it

He knew what he felt, he knew that it was the love from your words and your kiss But he also felt something special, something unique, something that only he and you could understand.

He felt the love the both of you had for each other and it's made him so calm

"You love me," - he mumbled as he kept moving his lips along yours, - "You do love me, you truly love me."

"I do but don't believe him" - you whispered as looking into his eyes - "remember who you are my bat,"

He didn't want to get away from your kisses, he let you kiss his eyes and his forehead As your lips touched his face, he felt your love coming out with every single kiss on every inch of his face

"I promise but please Say it once more," - he whispered at her, - "Say that you love me, one more time and I will be happy forever."

"I'm so fucking in love with you" you whispered against his lips made him put a grin on his cheeks

As your lips touched his again, you and him were in heaven again

Bruce wanted nothing more than to kiss your lips for the rest of time He had never felt this way with anyone before He didn't want to let go of the moment the both of you experienced together

"I love you," - he said once again with all his love, - "I will always love you."

The both of you were the best for each other, the both of you were suit each other so much you understand him and he does

You know his past relationships that's why you always try to be better and different lover for him..you will always try

Even if he need from you a...

Help To See Love

[mochidoie]

all i see is you - lee haechan

listen to: you by dj regard and poison by nct dream genre: fluff, hopelessly pining badboy!haechan wc: 720 warning: none, written in lowercase only

a/n: i felt very inspired by poison's track video, i can't stop thinking about the lyrics too ive been waiting for dreamies to do a rnb song for so long!! read part two!

"you're so bad for me." you push playfully at haechan's chest and god, just how he melts at how cute your smile looks under the night sky.

haechan leans against the street lamp post and smirks devilishly at your comment, hooded eyes eating up how prettily your attire fits you tonight. "if you mean bad meaning good, then i agree."

there goes your sweet laugh again, "very funny." your sarcastic response is typical, he could read you like an open book. spine against a table, pages flipping by the edge of his thumb.

"i'm serious, y/n. when are you gonna give me a chance to take you out?" haechan butters you up just like how you like it. his finger twirls the end of your skirt flirtatiously, causing your heart to race in your chest.

you can't stop the shy smile that appears on your red painted lips. "in your dreams, hyuck. i'm in no place in my life right now to be dating anyone." scoffing, you cross your arms.

you're goal driven, hardworking, you weren't going to let some sleazy guy distract you from chasing your career. despite all his efforts, you genuinely had to consider how haechan would actually throw you off track. your lifestyles are too different to meet a compromise.

he drops to your feet, noticing your shoe had been untied for the past two blocks. without a word or shift in conversation, this man obediently wraps the string around his fingers and brings the knot to a complete bow. this kind gesture never fails to swoon you.

"so don't date me. let me take you out from time to time, treat you nice and right. when you want to sleep in someone's arms at night, give me a call. i'm here at your disposal." haechan stands and hovers over you, polite hands hovering over your lower waist as he closes the distance between the two of you.

the way you blink at him with wanting eyes has him spiraling, he wants you so bad. just one glance and he's swept away, wind picking up his feet and has him tumbling.

"that is unfair to you."

"it's sweet to know that you care about me." haechan meant it, but the playfulness in his tone seems unserious. he isn't sure how only you can make him this way. it becomes hard for him to really express how much he dreams about you.

"of course i care about you." your eyes drop to his lips momentarily and his chest feels tight. it's almost criminal how good you two would be together and how happy he could make you.

slowly, you're drawn into him even more until his breath is against your cheekbone and you can hear the beating of both of your hearts in the silence of the night.

"you want me to be honest?" his voice is feathery and raspy, like he's trapped in your trance due to the proximity of your warmth. "i've lost count of how many times i've wanted to kiss you."

you call his name, pulling away slightly. a tinge of sadness and guilt in your tone, but haechan isn't having it. he shakes his head, "i know. i shouldn't be so selfish.. but you don't know how many times i fall to my knees just thinking about you."

your eyes meet at the end of his sentence and the desire intensifies between the two of you. lightning bolts zapping in the gaze, you can feel the blood rushing to your face.

something about how desperately infatuation haechan looks sparks a burning flame in your abdomen. how all he sees is you, his reflection full of your figure. how his plump lips are itching to touch your own.

his usual confident, playfully flirtatious personality is nowhere to be seen. you've never seen this expression on him before and it shocks you how much he has been holding himself back.

"pick me up at 8 tomorrow. no exceptions." you say firmly and with that smile he can't get enough of. backing up from him, you walk toward your door.

his ears are perked up, noting your words very clearly and not wanting to let this chance slip away from him. he smirks coolly and shoves his hands into his jean pockets, "you know i won't let you down."

read part two!

[starlost-mochi-x]

asking skz hyung line - "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

pairing: ot8 hyung line x reader

summary: you ask skz hyung line if they would love you if you were a worm.

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack

a/n: lmk if you guys want the maknaes !

bang chan

chuckles when you ask him

then goes quiet

he def thinks for a moment before answering

is mildly confused by the question but his eyes are twinkling as he replies

hes so soft and gentle about it pls

"A worm, huh? Well, i'd probably be super confused at first, because the love of my life suddenly turned into a worm, but i would find a way to keep you safe. Maybe i would make a little worm home for you, with the best soil so you could be happy and live a comfortable life. But honestly, it doesn’t matter what, or who you are. Love isn't about appearances; it’s about the connection we have. So, yeah, even if you were a worm, I'd still love you. I’d probably talk to you all the time, even if you couldn’t talk back to me. And knowing you, you'd still find a way to make me smile, even as a little worm."

lee know

almost instantly jokes about frying you in the airfryer with hyunjin

starts googling 'tasty worm recipes'

but when he notices that you're serious about it he stops and reassures you he's joking

looks at you for a long time, head tilted

when he responds it's very thoughtful

"Well, I'd probably have to find a nice garden for you. Maybe you'd enjoy digging around in the dirt, finding cozy spots to burrow into... But honestly, I’d still care for you. It might be strange, but love isn’t something that disappears just because of a change in appearance. I’d find a way to keep you safe, and who knows? Maybe I'd learn to appreciate worms a lot more. I’d probably keep you in my pocket so we could still go everywhere together. It’d be different, but I’d still love you all the same."

changbin

bursts out laughing at the question

100% caught off guard

smiles wider and wider as he responds

is very animated and keeps gesturing with his hands

starts looking online for pet worms so he can buy one and show you how well he would take care of it as proof

"A worm? You’re really asking me that? I don’t think I’d ever expect to hear you ask me something like that. But okay, let’s see… if you were a worm, I’d make sure you had the best worm life possible. I’d probably take you on all my adventures, keeping you safe in a little jar or something. You being a worm wouldn’t change how I feel. I’d probably talk to you every day, telling you about my day and everything i did. Oh, and i would make you little protein shakes so you can be a strong worm. So, yeah, even if you were, I’d still love you. You’d be my special little worm."

hyunjin

ah, our romantic lover boy...

smiles softly when you first ask him

slowly becomes more thoughtful as he thinks about his reply

when he speaks, it's soft and tinged with affection

he loves you with all his heart but he secretly hopes you don't turn into an actual worm (he doesn't like slimy things)

"A worm? Well, if you were a worm, I’d probably carry you around in a little glass vial, close to my heart. I’d talk to you and make sure you’re safe and comfortable. It’d be a strange situation, but I’d find a way to make it work. Love isn’t just about what someone looks like. It’s about how they make you feel, and you make me feel loved and happy and complete. So even if you were a worm, I’d still love you. I’d probably end up writing cute poems about you on little pieces of paper, my little worm muse."

a/n: should i do the maknaes? comment if you want a second part !

[ateliersss]

Journey into The Past Ch.1

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader Summary: They say every human has their person, even some as cold, heartless and cruel as the Dark Lord. Would you try and tell that to Harry Potter, of all people, he would not hesitate to deny even the slightest hint of someone having feelings more than blazing hate for that man, this monster. A journey into the past shows him a different part of the former life of the murderer of his parents. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 1,869 Masterlist

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“Chocolate Frogs.” Harry murmured to the eagle statue, which jumped to the side a second later.

He was tired — Snape looked everywhere for an opportunity to give him detention, Ron and Hermione still avoided each other like the plague, and he still had no idea how to get this memory from Slughorn.

As he dragged himself up the staircase, he thought of an excuse why he still didn’t have it. Harry knocked on the office door and was soon called in by the Headmaster’s familiar, calm voice.

“Good evening, Harry.” Dumbledore greeted him from his chair, “Please sit down.” He added and pointed to the chair standing in front of his desk.

Harry closed the door and made his way through the office when he noticed something on the desk — alongside the usual silver instruments, the bowl of Dumbledore’s favourite sweets, some books and parchments, vials containing a silvery shimmering liquid stood on top of the dark wooden surface. Sitting down, they were on the same eye level as him and stared at him judgingly, as if they wanted to remind him of his failure.

“Professor, I–“

“–haven’t found a way to get the memory from Professor Slughorn.”

Harry shamefully looked down at his feet.

“If you did, you would have come to me the second you got your hands on it.”

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

“I have faith in you, Harry. You will find a way. Nevertheless, we will have to continue with our journey through Voldemort’s past.” Dumbledore said, eyes shifting to the gleaming vials. “These memories belonged to an incredibly smart and determined girl, always respectful and friendly to others.”

Dumbledore got up, walked around his desk and took the vial from the far left. The Pensieve was already floating next to them. Harry got up as well and watched Dumbledore pour the memory into it. The memory turned into an ink-like substance and slowly took on a hazy image. Harry dipped his head into the Pensieve and soon felt the familiar tug, lifting him out of reality and into the memory.

Harry was standing in a library, the library of Hogwarts. It had barely changed and was completely empty. Nothing surprising, it was already dark outside.

Just as he was about to turn to Dumbledore and ask him if they were in the right place, he heard a giggle, undoubtedly coming from a girl. Dumbledore headed in the direction of the giggles. Harry quickly caught up with him.

They passed the many bookshelves until they reached the barred doors of the Restricted Section. Following Dumbledore who apparently knew where to go, Harry soon saw the source of the voice.

“I mean it, Tom, stop bothering me. I still have to finish this.” You scolded, trying to suppress your laughter to sound serious.

To say that Harry was shocked by what he saw would be an understatement.

None other than Voldemort — or rather, Tom Riddle — was standing right behind you. He was bent forward so that your heads were on the same level. He brushed your hair aside, slowly revealing the eagle of Ravenclaw on your robes, and slowly kissed your neck up and down.

“You can do it later.” He groaned, his voice muffled against your skin.

“You know I can’t. I put it off until now and it’s due tomorrow.”

“You can copy mine.”

“No, I can’t. Slughorn will notice it.”

“He will ignore it. He loves you.”

“No, Tommy, he loves you. I’m just his second favourite.”

Tom let out a frustrated groan and buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I told you how much I hate it when someone talks back to me.”

You laughed at his antics. “And I told you, you would get bored. You didn’t have to come.”

“You’ll need me when someone catches you outside of curfew.” He countered half-heartedly, nuzzling his face deep into the crook of your neck.

With an eye roll, you tapped the badge on your chest. “Did you already forget I’m a prefect too?”

Tom ignored you and lifted his head slightly to watch your feather scurry across the parchment.

“Why don’t you take a look around? Maybe you will find an interesting book.” You suggested after a while.

When you got no answer, you sighed and wriggled out of his grasp, got up and disappeared between the gloomy bookshelves. You came back five minutes later and handed him a book.

“You told me you were fascinated by such things. I stumbled upon it a week ago.” You looked up at him and smiled.

Tom’s lips curled slightly upwards. Anyone else would have missed it, but not you. Your smile grew even brighter.

You pulled him down to meet his lips for a quick peck before sitting back down on your chair.

“Thank you, darling.”

He sat down casually on the chair next to yours, flipped through the book and flew over most of the pages. After a while, he stopped and began to read with an intrigued expression on his face. He suddenly seemed interested and he immersed himself in the written words. Then he looked up and at you, an expression on his face that Harry didn't like at all.

That must have been the end of the memory, because Harry was back in Dumbledore’s office again. His brain tried to comprehend what just happened.

Voldemort had someone, a person who looked at him as if he put the sun, the moon and the stars onto the sky. And in return, he had kissed this person, had clung to them as if they would disappear if he let them go even for a second.

Harry just met a completely new side of Voldemort, one he never expected to exist, one that was impossible to exist.

Voldemort had been soft. Or at least softer than one might imagine a cold-hearted, loveless and ruthless mass murderer to be. It didn't make any sense.

Dumbledore watched the conflicted expression on his face intently as the wheels kept turning in his head. “I believe you have some questions.”

Harry startled out of his thoughts. “I… Voldemort…” He stumbled over his words, not knowing to which question he wanted to have an answer first. “She was his girlfriend?”

“Yes. (Y/N) (L/N) was, as I already told you, an astounding student. Not only had her fellow Ravenclaws admired her, but almost the entire school. Very honest and responsible. Ideal for the role as a prefect, as you've seen, and later even as Head Girl. It was impossible for Voldemort not to notice her. There had been a rivalry between the two of them from the beginning, as they were fighting for the title best student. As you know, Tom Riddle was a great student with remarkable grades and loved by his teachers and classmates. So was (Y/N), indeed a very gifted and talented witch. However, when he saw there was no possibility for a breakthrough, he charmed his way into her life, but not with a little resistance from her side. She was probably one of the fewer people who were suspicious of him.”

“But she was still with him?”

“She was a 16-year-old girl who fell for the handsome and strange boy who was fascinated by her. A girl like her had many admirers, but he was the only one who could challenge her and was intellectually on par with her. In a way, she was also fascinated by him. Both were an interesting mystery to the other and they were eager to solve it.”

“So he was playing with her?”

“To be honest with you, Harry, I don’t think so.”

“Then what is it?”

“Love.”

Harry looked at Dumbledore as if he had just expelled him from Hogwarts and sent him back to the Dursleys. “But I thought…”

“It wasn’t typical love, the type of love we both know. It was more of a mix of mutual understanding, admiration, trust and something deeper. Just because Voldemort is incapable of loving someone, it doesn’t mean he was emotionless.”

“It’s hard to believe that Voldemort cares for someone else.”

“For someone who didn’t experience him in his school days, it’s easy to say. She had a not insignificant influence on him.” Dumbledore said with a smile before sitting back in his chair.

Harry did the same and asked, “What happened to her? I mean, if she and Voldemort were a couple, she could help us find the Horcruxes! After all, she let you have her memories. Do you know where she is?”

“Unfortunately, Harry, she died a few years ago. The reason for that were, in fact, these memories.” Dumbledore pointed to the remaining vials. “She came to me one year after your parents died.”

Confused, Harry leaned forward in his chair. “Why?”

The older man looked at him over his glasses, his eyes glittering, before looking back at the memory containing vials like it was the most obvious answer.

Harry bit his lower lip, nodding. “Right.”

“However, if you were actually asking about the specific time, then the answer is just as simple. Like some of Voldemort's other followers, she was cautious. Death Eaters were hunted and imprisoned, after all. They also didn’t know if he might come back to reclaim his power. So, she waited a year before she came to me.”

“And she gave you the memories just like that?”

Dumbledore shook his head before he hoisted himself up from his chair, his blackened hand shaking like a leaf in the wind being under so much pressure.

“Not back then, no. At first, she was suspicious of me, considering I could call the authorities the second she stepped on school grounds. Understandable, since she was just as much hunted by the Aurors as the rest of Voldemort’s followers, but I promised her no harm will come to her as long as I live.”

Harry shifted in his seat, a frown on his face. “Why would you do that, Professor? Why would you offer that to someone who was as close to Voldemort as she was? Why would you put someone under your protection who murdered and tortured innocents?”

“And how do you know she did all that, Harry?” Dumbledore asked and his eyes gleamed as he looked sharply at the boy.

Harry, feeling scolded, averted his eyes and merely shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to do.

So what if this girl wasn’t like the man who murdered his parents? How should he know? People who were involved with Voldemort were neither good nor innocent. You could have been very well a second Bellatrix.

Dumbledore, who had already taken the second vial and poured the memory into the Pensieve, nodded at his silence and smiled knowingly.

“Don’t view her as any enemy, but as an ally instead.” He said and Harry had to suppress a scoff. “Without her, we would know much less about Voldemort and how to go against him.”

Harry nodded reluctantly and got up from his chair to join Dumbledore again. He looked down at the swirling inky substance that slowly started to take shape and he could already recognize silhouettes of a fire-lit room.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do one with yn being in love with Kylian but he just want to have fun and do not think about love right now and just want to sleep with yn but she doesn’t want that because she knows he is playing with her and then he falls in love with her but it was to late she already found someone who respects her and loves her

i’m definitely feeling this because i’m just ended a situationship/relationship with a man, an older man, so reader is practically my pov, i really hope you can’t relate because i feel like sh!t so, here’s a sad one!

kylian mbappe x reader

strangers

you couldn’t deny how you felt everytime you were with kylian. he made your heart beating so fast, you were afraid it would explode. he was kind and caring with you, always paying for your nights out, always driving you home and making you feel safe. you spent nights just talking with each other, getting to know him better.

you really thought he was interested in you, you hoped so but when one night you declined his offer of staying at his place, you slowly saw how he started losing interest in you.

you were the one to text first.

you were the one to call first.

you were the one to make sure he was okay and that he wasn’t overloading himself with work.

but he just stopped caring about you.

leaving you on read. you waiting hours and hours, even days to get a simple reply back. you’ve spent sleepless nights thinking of what you did wrong, of what you could do better. your mind was wandering around the constant feeling of not being enough.

he was the kylian mbappè.

he was probably fucking a different girl every night.

everything he gave you were short replies with “okay” “sure” “whatever” and “yes”. and honestly it was killing you inside. you knew he was busy but the first time you started texting, he always made sure to give you a good morning and a goodnight, texting you first in the morning and making sure you were okay.

you’ve spent days going through your old messages. seeing how eager he was to meet you.

and when you met everything felt amazing. you felt the spark with him. when his hand touched your thigh when he was driving you back home or when his lips met yours as a kiss goodnight. everything felt right until it wasn’t.

when you said to him you were looking for something more serious, you didn’t expect him to completely block you out of his life. he told you he didn’t want anything serious and you had no idea of how to feel.

why would he be so kind if he didn’t mean anything of that?

just - why?

you’ve thought so many times about texting him “hey, can we meet?” “hey, we need to talk…” but you stopped, knowing that you would probably look more desperate than how you really were.

but you did try in the end and that was when you realised it was over. he ignored you, he pretended you never existed and in the back of your mind you knew he wasn’t even thinking about you anymore.

“i can’t believe i fell for that dick!” you screamed to yourself one night, when you were home alone, crying your eyes out because you felt used. you felt like a whore, and it took you too long to realise that he was only using your body.

but then kylian wanted you back.

he got bored of the same superficial girl, he wanted someone real and he wanted you.

you knew it was too late. you knew that if you fell for kylian once again it would be over for you so this time, you were the one who blocked him out of your life.

you wanted to find something new, feel something new and with kylian by your side, you knew it would have been impossible.

so you let him go. no matter how much it was fucking killing you. you needed to work on yourself and you needed to heal first, that’s why you became your first priority.

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this felt more like a letter to myself but i really needed this.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

prompt: you go on a date and it goes horrible and Spence in a rare fit of anger goes all “when will you realize I’m right here and in love with you” and you go all 🧍🏻‍♀️ “im dating because I thought you didn’t like me like that”

grecy i love u im getting intense you belong with me vibes so that's why it's.... spencer reid x neighbor fem reader also sorry it took forever sorry !

It happens so frequently that Spencer started to just stock up on strawberry ice cream and salt and vinegar potato chips just in case. It was against his better interest to learn their names, but it was Spencer's mind against his heart. And it looked like his mind was winning despite the good fight his heart put up.

"Hey," you say, your mood completely different from when Spencer saw you leave your apartment 45 minutes later, "He stood me up. Well not entirely, he was 25 minutes late and then had the audacity to show up drunk and trying to convince me to go bang at his place?"

"Ugh," Spencer groans, stepping aside to let you in. "There's snacks in the kitchen and you can pick the movie."

"Thanks, Spencer." You shout as you slip by him and head to the bathroom, "I have to get out of this dress. I can't believe I wasted something like this on that ass."

"Well you look beautiful, for what it's worth. You are beautiful." Spencer says, stopping before he ends up saying something he means, but isn't ready to share.

"Spence, please." You said, the flippant nature of her words stinging Spencer directly in his heart. "Don't say stuff you don't mean. It's not fair. It's cruel. It's cruel to me."

"Cruel? Y/N..." Spencer said, the blood whirring in his ears. "Y/N, you don't know?" He asked. "These men that you see, they don't deserve you. They don't deserve someone like you. Someone so beautiful and kind. And funny and smart and patient-"

"Stop it! Spencer. Please, stop it. You're being mean."

"You have no idea." Spencer muttered. "None. Huh," he chuckled, his eyes practically burning holes in your soul. "None." He said again, disbelief clouding his face.

"What? That I'm stupid. That I let someone string me along for the possibility of something more. That I still dream of some loving me for me? That the only thing that I want in this world is to be loved and desired and wanted."

Spencer spun around, his hands gripping his hair as he finally felt the cap burst off the bottle.

"When will you realize that I am right here and I'm in love with you. Hopelessly. Entirely. Wholly in love with you, Y/N." Spencer confessed. His eyes stinging with tears and his cheeks burning with potent dose of anger and resentment and, of course, love.

"What?" You chuckled, her mouth opened wide as Spencer's words dumbfound her into a fit of giggles. "I would think you're a lot of things, Spence. Funny. Witty. But mean isn't one of them. It wasn't something I'd ever use to describe-"

"I'm being serious, Y/N. I've loved you for a while now. It just...it just slowly crept up on me and one day I just realized that-that it would be the greatest privilege of my life to make you happy every second of your life. I want your life to be my life. I want it all with you, Y/N. And you know maybe one day our love is so full, so big that you can't contain it that it spills into something else, someone else."

"Like babies?" You said, sitting on the couch as she took it all in. "With me? You want that? You want that, too?"

Spencer rushed to his knees, his hands finding Y/N's hands. They clung to each other, blood pumping with excitement and possibly. He kissed her knuckles as a grin spread across his face.

"I've never been this happy to be this clueless," Spencer whispered, his eyes glistening up at you. "I mean...I honestly...I can't believe it."

"Can I try to convince you?" You asked, bringing her hands to Spencer's hair. You twisted you fingers into his brown curls, tugging him up so your lips could finally touch. The warning signs were all there. You asked him if you could convince him, you brought your fingers to his jawline, you rested your forehead against his forehead and just kissed him.

It was like Spencer was frozen with disbelief. Your hands sprawled on the back of his head, tugging him closer to you as his mind worked over and over what was happening. He tasted the softness of your lips against his mouth and there wasn't a single thought bouncing around his brain.

And then he thawed. He kissed you back. And then you kissed him. He kissed you. And you kissed him. Again. And again. And again.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.1

Midnight Blues

Winter was slowly relaxing its grip on the city. I stared at the grey skies and took a deep breath to steel myself. As always, getting from the hotel to the safety of a taxi was the scary part. Behind me, Paul was putting on his coat.

“Julia? Got everything?”

“Yeah, let’s go. But first…”

I moved in to kiss him and he kissed me back, the kind of kiss that reminded me why I kept doing this, why I put up with the endless hotels and paparazzi and anxiety. His hands were on my waist and I wished we had more time, that we didn’t have to keep saying goodbye every week.

He started pulling away but I wasn’t done, I would never be done with him, and I couldn’t help but make a small frustrated sound that made him smile.

“Wait, Julia, before we leave… You’re so very distracting, I completely forgot to talk to you about my birthday.”

“Your birthday? But that’s in what, two months?”

“I know, but since it’s the big 40, I was thinking about going to Tartosa for a few days, throw a party for the whole family. And I thought it’d be a good time for you to meet everyone. I know it’s a lot of people at once, but they’re going to adore you, I know they will.”

“Ah. Right.” My mouth went dry. Paul reached up and ran his fingers through my hair, looking slightly puzzled.

“Julia? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just… it’s a big step, meeting your entire family. It feels so… serious.”

He frowned. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, suddenly had a wary edge that made my heart race.

“Yes? I am quite serious about this. About us. I thought I’d made that clear. I love you and I imagine a future with you in it.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the words catch in my throat.

“I love you too, Paul, I really do, but…” My voice trailed off as I searched for the right words. “I’m just not sure if I’m ready for things to get that serious.”

He lifted my chin, his eyes searching mine. “Julia… tell me, what exactly did you expect from this relationship?”

“I… I just wanted to be with you.”

He took a step back and it felt like an invisible wall had suddenly appeared between us.

“But for how long? Why are you still in this relationship if you’re not planning to be in it for the long haul? What are we doing here, Julia?”

Tears stung my eyes as I struggled to respond. I loved him, but the thought of deciding what the rest of my life would look like scared me more than I could express.

“I don’t know, Paul. I want to be with you, but I’m still figuring things out. I’m just… I’m not ready for that kind of commitment yet.”

There was a long, painful silence before Paul spoke again, quietly, his voice tinged with resignation.

“I can’t wait around forever, Julia. I’m sorry, but I need more than this, more than you’re able to give me right now. I think… I think it’s best if we part ways.” 

I felt a wave of despair as the reality of his words sank in, threw my arms around him as if I could physically stop him from leaving me.

“No! No, Paul, wait, please, can’t we just…” I desperately tried to think of something to say, some magic words that would change his mind, but I knew it was useless. The deep sorrow in his voice told me that he’d already made his decision.

Paul held me for a moment, but his body felt different against me now, distant and foreign like he was already a stranger. I breathed in the familiar scent of citrus and olive soap on his skin, clung to him until he gently but firmly removed my arms from around his neck.

“I get it, Julia. You’re right, you deserve space to find yourself without the pressure of my… expectations. You’re still so young, and you have every right to take your time. But I can’t wait in limbo. I have to move on.”

I sobbed into his chest, barely able to form words.

“Paul, don’t leave me. Don’t. Please. I love you.”

His voice was soft when he continued, but the finality in his words echoed in the hollow where my heart used to be.

“I love you too, Julia. So much. But I can’t spend years waiting for someone who has no idea whether they’ll ever want to be with me or not. I want someone who knows.”

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[flammingnachos]

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣. (𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙖!𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: upon joining luffy’s crew after he saved your life he started to feel a sense of need to protect you more than the rest of the crew members with how being with you can make him feel like he’s been “locked out of heaven for too long”

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: slight cursing, opla spoilers (ep 2), mention of abuse, protective luffy, buggy being perverted toward the reader, best captain luffy

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿; I changed up the episode a bit for the reader to fit into the story and for the sake of the story

Fluttering my eyes open feeling someone shaking my shoulders.

It slowly opened my eyes and it was luffy smiling at me I noticed we were in some type of cargo box, I wasn’t the only person that was waking up the rest of the crew was too.

Zoro groaned out mumbling something about his swords and Nami looked around asking about her navigation gear.

suddenly luffy felt up on the top of his head.

“Phew they didn’t take my hat” he praised out

Nami rolled her eyes at that and made a sarcastic remark

“dammit we lost the map” she said getting up as luffy helped me to my feet in a flash hitting his heat on the cradle in the process and so did I

“ouch” I mumbled out, luffy caressed my head patting it slightly while answering back Nami

“no we didn’t..it’s in a safe place” he whispered out looking down and rubbing his stomach

Nami grimaced at that looking over at Zoro who was punching the cradle

“hey! Stop that” she whispered yelled out

“what I’m tryna find a way out”

“We’ve been captured we need a plan”

“I don’t need a plan. I just need to beat the hell out of every marine I see.”

Luffy interfered stopping both of them from having a further argument explaining that we were captured by pirates not marines.

“Great that’s much better news” I mumbled out rubbing my forehead from the serious migraine I’m about to have

Zoro started back with his mumbling about fighting these pirates when he gets to them but Luffy stopped him to it.

“We don’t need to fight them..we just need to talk to them..pirate to pirate” he announced out

“that won’t work” Nami spoke

“Why not?”

“Well for one you’re not a pirate!”

“Yes I am”

“No your not your just some starchy guy in a tattered hat”

“I’m a different kind of pirate”

“No your not pirates are pirates”

Right on cue the cradle top has been opened and the cradle bottom infront of us had dropped down revealing flashing lights and circus music.

We carefully stepped out, luffy instinctively grabbing a hold of my wrist while slowly walking out watching the performance of the circus dancers with his big wide smile.

I carefully inspected my surroundings, flinching a bit when a person dressed up as an animal blew fire right infront of my face

Once the performance was over he was holding my wrist with his while clapping along with the ‘audience’ that were screaming and clapping with joy.

Nami slapped his hands slightly signaling him to stop clapping.

“No, No, No..Stop clapping it’s all wrong!” A clown had said making his way into the center of the tent

“Spotlight was late, you completely missed my entrance” he angrily said as the spotlight then moved onto him on cue

“Where and oh where was the dancing..lion” he asked a man dressed up as something I’m guessing was a animal

“Hey.. I know you, I saw your wanted poster in shell’s town, your the clown guy” luffy spoke gaining the clowns attention as he looked over at us

“Uhm,uh..” Luffy looked over at me giving me the ‘what’s his name’ look

“Binky..” I said slightly unsure of my answer

“yeah, Binky right”

“Buggy..I’m buggy the clown” Buggy said slowly walking over towards us giving me a stare

“Buggy the flashy fool..Buggy the genius Jester”

“Wow you have a lot of names..I bet everyone in the east blue knows who you are” Luffy voiced out amazed by the clown

The atmosphere then went silent..and then gasp where heard throughout the tent.

That smile the clown guy once had turned upside down as he looked back at luffy

“What did you just say?” He slowly asked out

“Was that everyone in the east blue knows-”

“NOSE?!” buggy yelled out storming over to luffy and grabbing up his face, shouting

“Are you making fun of my nose”

“Well.. I wasn’t but now that you mention it, is that thing real?” Luffy muffled out from the right grip the clown had on his nose

He then tried to touch it but buggy smacked his hand away leaving the people in the ‘audience’ gasping at this act

“What real is I’ve been scheming for months.. to steal that map from that old axe handed moron” buggy said forcefully pushing luffys face out his hands and walking and carefully watching us.

He’s eye landed on luffys hand holding my wrist and giggled out

“..only to find out that I was up staged by three little nobodies right up under my nos-” He stopped himself yelling out

“hey..I’m not a nobody I’m Monkey D luffy and one day I’m gonna be king of the pirates” Luffy said

The clowned laughed out at his remark along with the ‘audience’

He then began talking about his boring crew and his boring bounty poster and how it is his destiny to become pirate king

Blah blah blah

“No you won’t cause I’m gonna find it first” luffy then argued back

“Don’t make me laugh” he then slickly said

Everyone started to laugh

“I SAID DON’T”

“enough with these games, I’m rorona zoro, the pirate hunter” zoro said

wtf.. does he want to get us killed

At that point I just ignored everything zoro said for the sake of myself to not get a heart attack from the way knives were starting to point at us

“If I can’t offer them the map then at least I can offer them a pound of flesh” buggy said smiling down at us flashing the knives sticking out of his knuckles

“Wait wait!” Nami interjected

“What if I can offer you something valuable”

“something more valuable than the map?”

“What if I give you a new freak for your crew?”

“ a rare talent, most spectacular act in all of the east blue beside you of course” she then said slightly moving closer to luffy and he only smiled along

“Go on..”

She then sneakily backed up slowly next to luffy and grabbed his straw hat tossing it in the air and making a run for it

That bitch

“Hey!” Luffy yelled using his free hand to stretch up and grab his straw hat

“Get her” yelled the clown to his crew mate

They ran and in the next minute they brought her right back in struggling in there grips

“what did you do to the town? You destroyed everything!” She said yelling at the clown in which he only chuckled

“Not eveything.. I let them keep there hands” he said snacking on something he took out his pocket as everyone started to applause again

“Now onto my map”

“What was it you said rubber boy.. that it was in somewhere safe”

Luffy looked over at me surprised

“Don’t be surprised I got eyes and ears everywhere” he jokes out

“So please make our guest uncomfortable in the green room.. but please leave our pretty couple here out here” he snicked looking at me dead in the eyes too

I could feel luffy’s grip tighten more in my wrist

“I am gonna have a chat with my new stretchy pal, and have a audience with it” he said peering over at luffy but still watching you

He had signaled his crew mates to grab luffy

They had all grabbed luffy pushing him into a board while locking his down onto it and stretching out his limps onto it.

Buggy grabbed me up in a tight hold as he pushed me down on a chair infront of luffy, locking me on it.

“MORE” buggy signaled out to the person that was stretching out luffy’s limps as luffy screamed out loud at the contact

“I want you to think of this as a artistic exercise” buggy expressed out to calm down luffy

“Because pain leads to art”

“And art reveals the truth”

What the actual fuck

I looked back over at luffy worried as he only smiled out at buggy’s words

“But there’s only one truth in this exercise”

“Where”

“Is”

“My”

“Map..”

“Truthfully..I’m kinda hungry” luffy expressed out

Phew.. that was close

“Don’t circus have cotton candy?”

I nearly laughed

“What would you possible need the map for?” Buggy questioned out

Meanwhile I was trying looking around to find a way to escape without causing much of a distraction, I tired moving around my hand but nothing would work.

Whole luffy was distracting buggy I was trying to think of where I put my lock picket that I stole from alvidas office the day me and my older brother Koby escaped.

“What makes a boy wants to grow up and become and pirate?..who are you trying to empress”

“A lover” I froze feeling buggy gaze go right back on to me

Shit

I acted normal looking around anywhere but his eyes, rubbing my hands together to try to drag out the lock picket that was tucked in my shoulder band

“An absent parent”

“Or was it a false idol” he said looking back over at luffy

Phew that was close

Minutes of concentration and wrist rubbing the pick locket had slides down into my palms, looking back up now I saw buggy playing with luffy’s straw hat still questioning him

I then put my attention back onto the pick locket and was trying to pick the lock.

“Stench him until he breaks..”

God no.

“You’ve made us your prisoner and taking our town hostage” the man begged

“Maybe you’d prefer it if I threw one of your constituents on the rack instead” buggy said looking around the audience while throwing the straw hat to the side

“Hey kid” he then said grabbing a kid from the audience and shoving him into the center of the tent

“Boogie I’m warning you” luffy warned out

“Really, now that’s a laugh”

“I said that’s a laugh” he then said making everyone give back some fake ass laugh

Struggling some more I finally pick it and freed my arms, luckily my legs where tied up and in the moment luffy freed himself from the robes they had tied him up to.

“Put him down” I then said making my way next to luffy as the audience gasp at what was going on infront of them

“But he’s having such a good”

“Yes the best buggy” bugged mocked pulling up the kids face into a fake smile giggling

“Gum-gum…”

“..pistol”

Right when luffy punched his head it fell of his body and landed in someone’s hand in the audience.. screams erupted and yells

“Well, we’ll looks like we have something else in common..” buggy said turning his head around in the person lap

What fuckery have we gotten ourselves into

His head then attached itself back onto his body and his hands loosen off the kid as the kid ran back to his mother.

“You ate a devil fruit”

“That’s right the chop chop fruit”

“So you can slice me and dice me and I can always put myself back together again” he then said spreading out his limps to showcase this gruesome power of his

“Want to see what else I can do” he whispered out

Oh no

Luffy and I looked right at each other in awe

When we looked back at him his wrist was gone and gasped out, just then luffy felt a tap on his shoulder and then a sleeping bomb was squeezed right into our faces. The hand punched luffys right into the face as we both dropped to the floor

..

My eyes fluttered open hearing gasps and water leaking

I tried to move my body and found it hard to do so, that’s when I fully opened my eyes squinting to adjust to the bright circus light and looking around to see that once again I was tied up.

But what was infront of me was even more horrifying it was luffy in a glass box that was now being filled slowly with water with luffy slowly banging on the glass door.

“Luffy!” I screamed out watching the water drip down onto his hair

He slowly tries to get up still banging, grunting in pain.

“Let him go!” I screamed out at the mad man that was next to me giggling

He laughed out grabbing me up by my tied arms, pulling me by hair.

I screamed out kneeing him in the groin as he groaned out and kicking him hard in the head, in which his head fell off and re attached back onto his body.

This fucking clown man

“Ooh looks like we got a fighter on our hands” he laughed out still keeping his tight grip on my hair

He then looked over to luffy noticing his struggle

“Don’t bother its seawater” he called out

“Hardly seems fair”

“ all those wonderful powers rendered useless from a few splashes” the clown sighed out loosening his grip and bit but still holding on

“Let me go” I grumped out trying to escape his grasp

“Stop moving will you” he said pushing me on the floor with force as two of his crew mates picked me up and held onto my arms

“Of course you could always give me my map..if you don’t wanna die alone in this tank” he giggled out kneeling down to luffys level in the tank

“My crew..” luffy muttered out looking over at me for a brief second

“Your crew? You mean the ones that abandoned you” buggy laughed out loud

“Just like shanks did”

“Oh did that make you sad?” He mocked

I grunted trying to move out there grasp but they were too tight ugh

“My crew will save me” luffy mumbled out

“your only chance is to give me back my map, and if you do, ..I may have a very special place on my crew for you” buggy offered

Don’t do it luffy

Luffy had slowly started to rise up groaning in pain as buggy followed along getting up too

“Never” luffy argued out

“Why not” buggy yelled out banging his hands on the glass tank and yelling out in pain

“Your a outcast just like the rest of us a freak, scorned and abandoned” he emphasized

“Join me and you’ll be with the person who will become the king the pirates”

“I will find the one piece and become the king of pirates” luffy said

“You can’t make people smile just like you can’t make people happy..I’ll never give you that map” luffy said in determination

“Well then.. I guess it’s curtains for you” buggy smiled out menacingly turning the pipe making more splashes of water come out but more faster and harder

“Luffy, No” I screamed out watching luffy drop down as I tried pushing myself out of there grips

“You now the price you the price you have to pay” buggy let out as luffy tapped on the glass pointing to somewhere as buggy looked over to where

It was Nami as she then threw her bo staff at the glass tank and it cracked a little, taking this distraction I butted my head against one of the men and kicked the other in there groin

Side kicking the one that I head butted and giving the other a knee to his face watching them both drop down in pain.

By that time the glass tank broke as I ran over to luffy that was spitting out water on the ground and now the map.

I kneeled beside him grabbing up his face and while asking if he’s okay

“I’m fine” he rasped out trying to breathe in air

“My map..” buggy called out looking at the map on the floor

Luffys focus then shifted to this straw hat a few feet from him

“My hat..” he rasped out dragging me with him and he crawled out to his hat putting it on his head

As the clown groaned it map laughing out loud

“You want a piece of me” the clown laughed watching zoro try to slice him

“Surprise shithead!”

He then started dismembering his whole body moving them all in the air in circular motion as luffy held me in his grasp leaning on the pole

We watched as zoro and Nami tired fighting off the limps that was floating around them

Luffy slowly pulled us both up as Nami and zoro fell into the audience area

“Ah.., would you look at that” buggy Said putting himself back together noticing me and luffy now standing up

“Somebody escaped my tank of doom and my freaks” he said looking over at me

“Well I’ll be back to finish you off..right after I tear apart your sad excuse for a crew” he yelled out at us

“You can dump seawater on me and I’ll let it slide.. but don’t you ever threaten my friends” luffy said slowly pulling out his arms

“So you want to die first.. be my guest” he then said now dismembering his body AGAIN

“Chop chop..” he then began with his body parts chomping towards us as luffy and I attacked and kicked them out of the way with luffy tackling buggy

And buggy using his knife hand and aiming it towards luffy’s hat, pinning it on the wooden pole as luffy gasped out racing after it but was met with his hand that swept him on the floor and started to strangle him.

I raced over to help him but he used his other hand and dropped me to my feet pulling my hair

“Nami the crates” luffy yelled out getting back to his feet as pulled off the moving hand off his neck and threw it with Nami using her bo stick to throw it into the crates

“Y/n go!” Luffy called out with me forcefully pulling the other hand out my hair and throwing it to Nami with her slamming the other hand in the crates

The clown began throwing more body parts at us with us throwing them all in the pile of crates

“What have you done to me..” he cried out

“Cut you down to size..”

“You’ll never find that treasure, you’re just a sad little boy wearing another man’s hat..” he cried out some more in furry

“I’m not a nobody, I’m monkey d luffy and one day I’m gonna become the king of the pirate” luffy cheered out

“Gum gum..”

“Bazooka” luffy then said throwing luffy out the tent and somewhere in the air

His hands grabbed my wrist one again making his way over to the map on the floor and picking it up as he handed it over to Nami.

“You’re giving this to me..”

“Your the navigator” luffy smiled out back at her

“Let’s get out of this clown show” Zoro said starting to walk away

“There’s still one more thing we have to do” luffy then said stopping him from walking further

We then went and freed the the people in the ‘audience’ untying there ankles.

When we finished as we where making our way out the tent and back onto the boat they had stopped us giving luffy a cradle filled with food

“We don’t have much but please do take this as a token of our gratitude” the old man said gesturing for luffy to take it

“You need it more than we do” Luffy then said smiling back at him turning his heels and walking away but stop in a few distance

“Well..”

“Maybe a little” he said grabbing a piece of meat out of the cradle and running back to catch up to us and grabbing back my wrist heading onto the ship with everyone else appalling us and giving us thank you’s



[rockyfr0g]

my thoughts on "writing on the wall" by will stetson (as someone who relates to kaveh an unhealthy amount)

(ill preface this by saying im not good at separating headcanon and canon, especially when it comes to kaveh, and im not the best at understanding songs at more than face value cause im autistic but i just have so many thoughts on kaveh and this song and aaa)

firstly, the differences between the three choruses. i love how it encapsulates the devolution of both his mental state and how he views his work. in the first chorus, hes careful and precise, taking a lot of pride and happiness in his work, excited to see the completed project and overall enjoying working on it. whereas the second and third choruses hes been beaten down and rejected more and more by clients, failing to understand his vision, he feels more and more trapped by his creations. but still he holds his pride in them because if he loses that, he'll lose everything hes worked for. at first hes able to ignore the "writing on the wall", but as it gets harder and harder to please his clients or be able to afford what he wants to do, or even to create his visions, the writing becomes harder to ignore. as for what the writing means, im not too sure. but my idea is that the writing refers to the voices of doubt or dissaproval (both from his own thoughts and others comments), as well as the little criticisms when a client asks to revise his design once more. all of the negativity mixing within his own confidence in himself and his art, culminating in the writing on the wall. it represents the thoughts he desperatly tries to keep hidden until it gets too much and overflows (the end of the song).

secondly, i wanna talk about the actual music video. ive only watched it the one time for now, but here are my thoughts on it. the transitions between choruses and verses, and how it becomes redder and more exasperated the longer the song goes on to me feels like a really good expression of kavehs emotional state during the song. how the lines between him as a person and as an artist are slowly blurring, as he feels like hes becoming one with his buildings. being "trapped" by them.

another thing i love about the song is that its JUST focusing on kaveh. it isnt kaveh and alhaitham, it isnt 4ggravate. its all about kaveh. which is rare to see, especially within fandom space where i find kaveh is often diminished to just alhaithams partner, roomate, tormenter, whatever. so its really refreshing to see someone focusing solely on him and his problems without regard for anyone else for once, i love it. it gives you more of an understanding of just how much kaveh struggles, not only when it comes to his professional life, but his personal life too. we see how he struggles to balance keeping his aesthetics and pride while also trying to adhere to what the client wants, with "the right way takes a toll" showing how no matter how hard kaveh does try to keep this balance, it often gets toppled over and his ideas are more or less ignored in favour of something simpler. the balance is something kaveh struggles with throughout the whole song, but it becomes more prevalant in the last couple minutes. as for how he struggles personally, well the song mentions "the bigger the sorrows to drown", hinting at kavehs struggle with alcoholism and his use of alcohol as an escape from the voices and torments hes subjected to by his mind, turning to numbing his feelings with alcohol and often ending up worse off, physically or mora-wise. his alcoholism specifically isn't something i see people talk about a lot as its often glossed over or treated as just one of his quirks, when its evident that it is a serious problem, hes jsut so used to it at this point that he doesnt present it as such.

apologies, this kinda stopped being about the song itself and more just about kaveh and my own thoughts in some parts. but i hope its an interesting read at least!!

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

Ahem In that case, can I have some Nightmare headcanons? Pretty please?

I remember you headcanon him as being very toxic in any relationship, but is there any situation where he could? Totally not asking because he's on my mind and I'm writing a fic at the moment...

I'm setting up a slow burn where both Nightmare and my OC have to learn how to communicate properly since neither are really capable of feeling love/emotions in general.

well since you asked so nicely gets more comfy in my bed and sips my tea

this is long so look under the cut <3 AND, your TWs for this one : Psychological torture, Starvation, Usage of Drugs, Manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse Please remember to keep yourself safe when consuming materiel that include such warnings, and to take a break when doing so. Mine is not as graphic, and barely give an insight of what's going on, but it is to make you aware.

Nightmare... let's see.

Rich otherworldly being who believes he's a God decides you're his new plaything, but he also has serious attitude problems and anger issues. Yeah, I can work with this.

He is one of the most difficult ones to get through to (maybe placing about number 3), as he only sees you as a toy. He is so stubborn and bottles up any kind of feeling he does get, and is also basically incapable of feeling anything.

Nightmare is very subtle about showing any actual attraction, so much that it just looks like he's nagging. "Fix your hair, it'll look better like this" or "why do you dress like that, you'd look better in this".

He has always had an intense fixation on how people look, something he's kept with him since he was young. Since before that incident.

Even if the two are completely different people, he still holds that little guardian's old hopes and dreams, all of his memories. The apple just corrupts them to make them seem like nothing but trauma, pushing away anything slightly positive and swallows it up.

He takes very long to warm up to you, and even longer to admit these feelings. When he realizes what he's feeling, he purposely pushes you away, locking you up in your assigned room in the castle.

If you have a shy personality, easily flustered and upset, he takes the extra mile to make sure you don't end up overwhelmed.

If you're a pain in the ass (like Killer), he'll treat you like the pest you are. Knock it off, he's being nice, can't you tell by him constantly degrading how you look and commenting on everything you do?

If you willingly argue with him and stand up for yourself, he'll begin to ignore you. He's not going to entertain bad behavior. Knock your shit off if you want to eat later tonight.

Oh yeah, he will punish you for acting out. His punishments start out small, like staying in your room for the day(with food being brought to you by one of his little servants).

Then, it grows to taking away little things. Your bedding stripped to a single blanket and pillow, some of your clothing, and you stay in your room. If you're caught out of it, you're carried back in and locked in.

If you keep up your bad behavior, he starts to take away your food. You will listen to him.

If that doesn't stop you, then fine. He'll take an extreme.

He has the ability to manipulate people's dreams, causing the most awful terrors to happen. You'll be screaming yourself awake, panicking and begging for someone to help you.

He makes it so no one comes for you.

You force yourself awake? Simple, he'll make the dreams come to you. Hallucinogens will be added to any food or drink you are given and he'll manipulate them, making you slowly go insane until you are begging at your door for someone to help.

Then he'll appear, shooing the demons away and take care of you. He'll let you even sleep in his room for the night if you want.

This will repeat as many times as it needs to until you finally give up.

But you don't need to worry about this if you're an obedient pet!

Trust me, just listen and your life will be 100x easier.

He will resort to being physical if you're being too annoying.

He's very sweet if he wants to apologize or you're extremely sad.

Does your negativity make him feel better? ... Yes, but the fact it's coming from you makes it feel cheap.

He'd rather leech off of those wastes of space he lets live here than you.

Though, something about seeing your face covered in tears in alluring to him in a sense... He likes seeing it, and sometimes he'll provoke them just to see you cry.

There's a rare chance that, when you annoy him, he gets so irritated that he does the only thing he can thing of to make you be quiet.

s n a p

There goes your arm. But now you're screaming. He'll never escape this torture, will he?

Fine, fine, he'll take care of you...

After he finishes filing these papers.

Do you want a roof over your head or not?

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 4 Gacha Story (His POV)

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut.

I listened to Mai as she told me about her life in our room, where I could hear the sound of rain.

Kicho: “Then, I’ll change the question. Why did you want to become a designer?”

Mai: “Well, because the first clothes I designed made people happy.”

Mai: “I was happy back then that it made me want to make it my job.”

Kicho: “But there will be many opportunities to get those feelings if you live.”

Kicho: “So why did you find so much joy in it that you decided to make it your life’s path?”

Mai: “Um…”

(Strange things sometimes happen.)

Age, gender, and place of birth. Then there’s family history and occupation.

This is what people usually ask to get to know someone, but the one I asked her wasn’t one of those.

Mai: “.............”

(Did I step too far to make her silent?)

(Or did she never even think about it?)

I waited for her reply in silence.

Mai: “Oh...”

I could tell that Mai had found her answer when she suddenly lifted her downcast eyes, and I eagerly anticipated the words she would say next.

Mai: “I was happy because it was something I made.”

Mai: “When I realized I could make someone happy, I felt like I had some meaning.”

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be someone.”

Kicho: “Someone?”

Mai: "Yes. So no matter where I am, I always end up struggling."

Mai said this in a self-mocking tone and laughed wryly.

(Why does she need to laugh?)

(She just said earlier that she loved that life very much.)

With a faint ache slowly spreading in my chest, I nodded, even though the answer came from someone who had lived a completely different life.

(That is what it means to live.)

(Protecting the value of life is everyone’s duty.)

Kicho: “People are all like that. But that doesn’t make them evil.”

Kicho: “As long as you live in this world, the opinions and beliefs of others will make who you are.”

Kicho: “That’s why everyone has unanswered questions.”

Mai: “Everyone?”

Kicho: “Still, don’t forget. Wherever you are, whatever you do, you are you.”

Kicho: “As long as you have your will to live, this truth will never change.”

(So don't mock yourself.)

(What would you do if I didn't say those words?)

Kicho: “You are not just someone. You’re Mai.”

Kicho: “Wherever you are, whatever you do, just live as you.”

Mai: “............”

Her eyes, shaking with confusion, looked at me with an expression that revealed a myriad of emotions.

Mai: "You're right. I'm me."

Kicho: "Yeah. Even if you run through different times."

Kicho: "You said your dreams got cut off, yet here you are. You didn't give up."

Mai: "Yes, there is no way I would give up."

Mai: "As I said before, I think I'm the type of person who always struggles."

Kicho: "I see."

(She's quite gutsy.)

(I don't hate someone who says that. Rather一Hm?)

Kicho: "Why are you suddenly smiling?"

Mai: "Huh? I'm smiling too?"

Mai: "Sorry. I'm just happy you smiled."

Kicho: "............."

Kicho: "I'm alive, so I also smile. That one was involuntary."

(I see. I've got that look on my face.)

Mai: "Thank you. I feel better now."

Kicho: "It was no big deal."

Mai: "It was. At least, for me."

Mai's expression relaxed, and she suddenly fell silent.

Then, for some reason, her smile suddenly disappeared, and she turned serious.

(Did I push her a little too hard?)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Y-Yes?”

Kicho: “You must be tired. Get some rest tonight.”

Kicho: “The rain should stop in the morning, so hopefully, we’ll be able to leave soon.”

Mai: "Okay. Then good night."

Mai, smiling faintly, crawled under the futon and turned her back to me.

(Something's wrong with her.)

(There’s only one possible reason besides fatigue.)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “----!”

I called out to her in a calm voice, and she turned her head toward me.

Mai: “Um, what is it?”

Kicho: “I know it’s difficult for you not to be cautious of me, but don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you just because we’re sharing a room.”

(I can’t prove that she’s being wary, but I guess telling her would make a difference.)

Mai: “No, I wasn’t being cautious. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Mai: “Although it’s true that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Kicho: “Ha?”

I raised my eyebrow and sighed.

Kicho: “What are you suddenly saying?”

Mai: “Um, I don’t mean it weirdly!”

Kicho: “I know, but that comment is uncalled for.”

(If she said that to someone else, they might take it the wrong way.)

(Also, I think it's a problem that she's not wary of me.)

Kicho: “Never say that to anybody other than me.”

Kicho: “Others might take it the wrong way.”

Mai: “Okay. Hm?”

Kicho: “What’s wrong?”

Mai: “N-Nothing.”

Kicho: “You’re all over the place.”

Mai: “Hahaha… I guess.”

Mai laughed like a fool and lay down on the futon again.

Mai: “I’ll sleep now. Good night.”

Kicho: “Yeah. Good night.”

As we said goodnight to each other, I noticed that she relaxed.

(Looks like she’s okay now.)

I pulled my futon away from her and lay down on my back, just as Mai had done.

As I lay there for a while, the sound of her peaceful breathing reached my ears, mingled with the sound of the rain.

(Mai, huh?)

------------Flashback------------

Mai: “No life deserves to die.”

Mai: “I understand what often happens in a world like this.”

Mai: “Injustices can happen, and you can’t always fulfill your desire to live. However, I don’t think you should give up because of that.”

Mai: “No matter what the truth is, you should not give up.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(There are those like you who were born into that hellish world一those who refuse to give up on life and living.)

A person who knew the future and a person who came from the future一this strange encounter made me want to put a reason to it.

(If you want to live, I won’t hesitate to lend you a hand.)

(Don't ever die, Mai.)

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