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melonminnie · 2 years ago

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Hello! I'm back, hehehe well I came to ask you something, would you be willing to write for action manhwas? Sorry is that I am addicted to them, blame daddy sung jinwoo.

Leaving the topic, can I have more yandere platonic but this time from Who made me a princess? I have a scenario, maybe the reader was a girl fed up with her life, so you know, she killed herself and ended up opening her eyes in this manhwa and worst of all, she is a rejected daughter of claude.

So in order to survive, she hides from him, contrary to what Atty would do, she decides she doesn't want his attention. She already suffered a lot in her other life from being ignored and crushed by others, as if her feelings were nothing more than garbage and dog poop. That's why this time he doesn't even try, like have you seen the female leads in almost every manhwa quwrer to live and shit? Well, our dear reader DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE, she is tired and fed up with everything.

But imagine if, by chance, an old diary is found in an abandoned library in the ruby palace (forgot to say, but this is 4 years before the initial story, so my reader is 7 at the time) going back to the diary, she He finds it and it turns out that it is magical. So somehow he travels to the past through this book and without thinking he wanders through the old palace finding Claude crying as a child. Because the reader doesn't give a damn about her life, she begins to establish a friendship because if she was already here, why waste this opportunity? he also hates the adult claude ironically he is his dad.

All that shit from his childhood happens and for 4 years the reader goes back and forth from the past to the future, we reach the point where the adult claude remembers that girl a lot and becomes obsessed with finding her since she was his emotional support. Sorry for all that stuff, now imagine that the plot begins and our reader knows it, that's why she decides to run away taking some money (for some reason she became friends with Felix and he gave her 500 gold coins so she can run away) Like reader hates attention, leaves the palace and lives in a cabin, now we move on to claude still having those dreams with that little girl who was becoming a woman, this was always platonic but he is obsessed with finding her, he promised as a child to return all his care and comfort.

She's the only one who knows him best, but we know the reader doesn't care about anyone and just wants to die in a quiet place.

Annnd, you can develop this better, in the end I would like claude to find out that his daughter has always been his best friend in some way and end up locking her up to prevent her from leaving again. I do not know

And I leave you a gift again, hehehe I edited it for a fanfic that I will never finish or publish

(PS: I traced the lineart of the official art, but the coloring is mine and it is based on that scene, this is already old so it has errors)

YAN! CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)

-Hihi I’m glad you’re back!! Unfortunately I doubt I’ll be writing for adventure manhwa at the moment sense I only read romance at the moment but maybe in the future! Reader has the same appearance as athy, fyi your art always amazes me!! Thank you for requesting mwah 🫶🫶

WARNING EXTREME WARNING CONTAINS SUICIDE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE this is also extremely confusing I tried making it sound normal 🫶🫶🫶

“Why would she want to die?” Asked one of the dead girls friends, “dunno she had everything yet she became greedy” said the other, standing in front her grave, if the girl was still alive she would’ve choked her, only a pathetic person would be able to make fun of a person in-front their own grave.

Well it’s not like she heard it anyway, and frankly if she did at the moment she wouldn’t care, “I mean she was pathetic with her reincarnation thing and reading fake stuff about it” the friend continued her rant, As she woke up in a non existent body in one of the first novels she’d ever read, but knowing where she was and who’s daughter she was.

To tell the truth, she had reincarnated as the non existent oldest daughter of claude de Alger obelia, the same person who almost drowned his daughter the first he hung around with her, the same person who also killed said daughter in her point of view before she reincarnated, Now she didn’t want the same path, of course she didn’t do the same thing as athanansia did with the rubys, money and gold.

Instead she opted to just hiding away from everyone, it was almost like she was purposely isolating herself, but the maids took it as a joke as she was still a young kid, almost anytime she tired hiding away, one of the maids would find her and then take her back to her room, So she started exploring the entirety of the ruby palace, from up to bottom every bedroom and bathroom.

So of course she soon found the abandoned library, sure it was hard to open the door, but she managed!.

Upon entering said library, it was clear it hadn’t been touched nor used for a very long time, as she took steps her shoes would leave footprints from the dust on the floor, every book she touched had collected dust, While looking around her eyes seemed to wander to a nearly unheard of twinkling sound coming, it sounded sweet almost as if it was luring her in, she searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, which she did!.

It was a old diary frankly she didn’t know it was one till she opened it and read the contents of it, it didnt have a label only twinkling stars surrounding it, of course as a curious 7 year old who can read, she decided to read it.

At first it was boring, the handwriting was messy, as if a child was writing it, it started as writing about what they did throughout the day, it was clear that this diary belonged to someone who had a high noble status.

Soon the soft twinkling noises became cackling noises, it was extremely loud to her ears,but she nonetheless continued, flipping it till she reached a point where the cackling noises sounded so loud that it resembled gun noises, she slowly covered her ears and tried running away from the book.

But she couldn’t, why?, the dust had become fog, just slightly more browner, so with her still covering her ears, coughing sounds erupted from her throat, her eyes becoming watery so she had to close them, she kneeled to the floor continuously coughing as the dust began entering her nose.

Her hands quickly moved from her ears, to her mouth and nose, once everything had settled, and the blonde could finally breathe properly, she slowly opened her eyes, they were met with greenery instead of a dusty library, now this was confusing, as she knew she didn’t walk out of the library.

Because of course she couldn’t, and to her knowledge she didn’t inherit any magical powers, of course it no longer looked like she was in ruby palace, this place was way to extravagant to ruby palace!.

Now she couldn’t go back unless she finds out a way, so she decided to wander around for a bit!.

The blonde haired girl was getting tired, usually she would walk longer, but her legs were giving out, she of course was scared of getting noticed by who ever owns or works here, she’d already worked so hard to not die nor meet any important character, why does she need to die now after being alive for 7 years?.

So she opted to sitting behind a tree hiding her body from everyone, “I’ll just sit here till I gain my strength back!” She thought, she’d lived quietly her entire life, of course this would’ve been easy.

If she wasn’t a noisy person, not even a minute had passed before she started hearing hiccuping noises, it sounded like a boy was crying, whether she wanted to know who was crying or didn’t, it see,ed like her body was punishing her as it started moving by itself to the crying sounds.

There was a boy who was older then her maybe 10?, his appearance matched Claude’s appearance exactly!, but then there was his brother, who looked the same, the girl was standing behind him obviously just starring at him, of course he felt a sudden stare on him, so to his surprise he finds a tiny girl with blue eyes gawking at him.

“What are you staring at?!” He asked slightly embarrassed that someone had caught him crying his eyes out, “Well obviously you your the only person here!” She answered back deciding to sit next to him, “So what where you crying about also what’s your name!” She asked not really caring about what he was crying about, wanting to find out his name only.

“Claude” he mumbled turning his head the other way to whip his tears away, “O-oh” frantically she was quite disappointed, but if this was her hill to die on so be it!, she died once she wouldn’t be scared of facing death again right?, “Well?, aren’t you going to tell me your name” he demanded, “Name..” she answered.

“Then claude, do you want to be my friend?” She extended her hand to his smiling, “W-what do you know who you want to be friends with?” He asked, “yes I do know so do you or do you not?” She asked again, clearly nervous of getting rejected again by the same man who rejected her as a grown adult, being friends with your dad isn’t the best especially when you’ve never personally known him.

“Fine!” He accepted the seven year olds request shaking her hand in confirmation.

“Great” she whispered smiling happily.

“Great..” he said glancing at her hand then eyes.

Of course she found out that by simply it turning night she would return to her original world, the world where the only people who knew of her existence were the maids and lowly knights assigned to the ruby palace, It was good opportunity for the girl cause returning from both worlds affects the timeline greatly, when she’d go to child claude and return at night, It would also become night.

Which meant the maids could leave her alone for days at times, so that’s how the cycle continued, of course every time she returned claude would age up continuously he’d age up a lot in the four years she’d been with him.

In those four years, claude had told her about every aspect of his life, the way his step mother treated him, his brother, family issues, favorite food, Felix, claude slowly realized he’d grown a fond of his friend, he felt like she was a mini version of him, he didn’t notice the way she still looked younger while he looked older, he’d never notice that.

At some point the blonde haired girl knew she needed to stop being around him, it was so that so she doesn’t affect the story line, she’d never want that of course, and so when y/n turned 11, she’d known she’d need to stop, as the storyline was so close to happening, she slowly forced herself to forget she’d ever meet her father as a kid, she knew she needed to stop when he mentioned that his newborn daughter looked like a split image of her.

Now claude would never forget about the friend he made in the garden, how could he?, the way he met her to him was fascinating, he was determined to find her, As the now older man ran a hand threw his hair, he didn’t remember much of you, he remembered how you looked like, he’d know you if he spotted you anywhere, but he just can’t seem to find you anywhere?.

Were you a fairy or an angel?, or were you the ghost of his daughter from another life haunting him as a child.

“Felix!!” The young girl yelled running up to the red haired man, “y/n how are you?” He asked bowing to her, Felix never met you as a child he’d found you behind a tree asleep and took you back when you were eight, ever since he’d been giving you gold to help you escape, as he knew you’d never want to meet your oh so scary dad that you accidentally met when he was a kid.

He just presumed you’d heard rumors about how he killed his own lover afterbirth alongside all his concubines in the palace you’d been at your entire life.

“This time” she breathed heavily as she’d been running, “give me 500 gold please” the blonde begged clasping her hands together mustering the cutest face she could pull off, the red head chuckled softly before handing you 300, “hey! I said 500 not 300”

“Y/n come on what do you need 500 for?”

“Why are you asking please just give it promise you won’t ever see me again” she pleaded with him, “fine don’t let anyone find out though” , he sighed before handing an extra 200.

“Of course I won’t!” The girl replied before running away waving him off with a smile.

“His majesty must never find out..” he mutter returning back to his duties or precisely to Claude’s office.

Y/n kept her promise, she had snuck out in the middle of the night leaving almost everything behind except things she held dearly, and had bought a cabin far away from the capital.

As the years passed by y/n turned 22, it had been a long time sense she’d seen Claude, she’d heard of him of course and her sister athanasia, sense the two had a huge age gap, her younger sister had turned 15 recently, she’d wished she could’ve celebrated with her but she knew if she ever went back there something she’d never want to happen will happen.

Claude had frequent dreams of his childhood friend turning older, claude was forgetting her appearance, it was irritating to him, So the man knew that she wasn’t hiding in the capital she was on the outskirts of it.

He’d heard her say she’d hope to get a cabin on the outskirts of the capital in one of his dreams, Felix knew what was happening to claude wasn’t great he’d tried to stop him multiple times, “are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” Claude asked Felix as the redhead had held his body forbidding him from escaping.

“Your majesty your losing your mind over a nonexistent person” Felix yelled at him, “nonexistent? Felix do you know what the fuck your telling me right now?” The man replied, he cursed him out to no end that night, Felix was getting tired of it, the emperor was going insane over his daughter whom he hadn’t talked nor seen for 22 years, yet now he wanted to talk to her?.

Felix knew where you lived as you made the purchase with his money and he got mail saying he bought a cabin, he threw it out not caring what you did with the money.

Claude was smiling manically the day he knew where you lived, “your highness are you sick?” Felix asked, “No why would you ask that” he replied leaning his head on his hand starring at the paperwork.

Of course, claude knew who you were now, that you were his daughter, that you were the same person who he had met as a desperate kid with no friends.

Claude’s obsession was growing out of proportion, when claude found out where his precious daughter was, he stormed over there an hour later, Felix tried everything possible in his ability to stop him.But he couldn’t.

In those years that you had lived in the cabin your only thought, that was to die, but you couldn’t. You lived in a cabin for no reason, the purpose you couldn’t complete anymore.

While you were asleep, you heard a huge bang at you door, quickly getting up, she opened the door, revealing a tall male with blonde hair and diamond like blue eyes.

Claude starred at his daughter, daggers almost, “I’ve finally found you y/n” he smiled, it was terrifying, how did he find you?, how did he even know who you are, this was absolute hell, the girl tried shutting the door but his grip was stronger then hers, “you can’t run away from now” he said “my daughter” he pushed. The door open and pulled her into a one sided hug.

It was terrifying being held by the same man whom you have been trying to avoid for the past 22 years of your life, he found you like it was nothing, the way he was hugging you was almost bone crushing.

He swiftly knocked you out, knowing the moment he left go of you you’d try to escape.

And he’d never ever let you leave his side ever again, you’ll be forced with the title of the princess whether you like it or not.

Befriending claude de Alger obelia was the worst mistake you’d ever made.

On a side note my request are always open! I don’t bite 🫶

#-azuwritess #manhwa x reader #historical manhwa #wmmap #yandere manhwa x reader #fanfic #manhwa #who made me a princess #claude x reader #wmmap x reader #wmmap athanasia #wmmap fanfic #wmmap claude

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walker-extended-universe · 4 months ago

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Walker Series Finale Review

This one's going to be a little different than my normal reviews. I'm not going to give a full recap and I'll focus more on my reactions, my hopes, and my (very minor) disappointments.

I have a lot of love for this show and it's very hard for me to see it end, but I think the ending we got was very good and I want to focus on those feelings and hopefully spark further conversation with y'all.

So, let's dive into it.

One of the things I want to talk about first is that, while it didn't feel like a Series finale, it was very satisfying. I think Anna and the team made the right choice choosing not to film an alternate "final" ending. I think if we'd gotten a "proper" finale, it would've been an hour of unearned character moments and rushed dynamics. Everything about this episode felt so natural and while I wish we were getting more, I can appreciate the endings we got.

One thing I really appreciated about the ending was how light it was. I feel like everyone got a happy ending (or close enough to one at least) and after this season, that's what we all needed. Abby and Bonham figuring out their retirement goals, Stella looking forward to a more relaxing college experience, Sadie sticking around the Walker-Broussard family..... All of it was perfect. While I don't have much to say on those plots specifically since there wasn't much to them this episode, I think they ended well.

Now, I want to go over the Big Endings we got and do a little gushing.

First, I want to cover Ben and Liam's conclusion. We've seen them take small steps this season with Ben becoming more integrated into the Walker family and Liam letting his guard down more for him. It was a small part of the season (and one where most of the progression happened off screen) but one I enjoyed nonetheless. We finally get to see them take that finale step toward a complete future together with Liam asking Ben to move in together and start looking at houses. It was a very small, quick moment but one that I loved, especially the actual conversation XD I love Liam and his inability to be normal about things and I'm sure "I want you to use normal words" is a phrase we will hear often in the future Walker-Perez household.

Before I dive too deep into the big emotions of the episode, I want to talk about August's character development. The reveal that August had applied for colleges behind everyone's backs and decided against going to the military was a relief for me. And just the statement of "I guess I'm just that disciplined" shows me that he learned he doesn't have to do that to be worthy of love. While I wish we knew more about his exact plans for the future (and how the hell he got the money for the application fee to Harvard without anyone noticing), I'm happy to hear he's not so self-depricating anymore.

Next, I want to talk about Cassie. I've been feeling a lot of feelings about her for the past few episodes since Anna killed Luna off for no reason (by her own admission too -_-). While I'm not a big fan of her becoming James' lieutenant, I had a feeling that's where the story was going and since she can't have a happy personal life, I appreciate that she got to have at least that dream come true. I also really loved how the show portrayed and handled her grief over Luna. She's struggling, especially with her relationship with Cordell, but she has a lot of support around her and she's glad for it. That scene with Cassie and Kelly and Geri on the couch will be living rent free in my heart <3.

One big thing that I appreciated about her arc this episode is that she's not completely 1000% back on her feet. She's still grieving Luna. She's still wondering if she made the right choice to stay in Austin. She's still conflicted over Cordell. But she wants to get better and move on to a brighter future. So, she forgives Cordell. She gracefully takes the promotion. She opens herself up to her close friends. It felt very natural and comforting and it's more than I could've hoped for for the finale. I wish we could've gotten to see her settle into her role and learn to manage all her new expectations and guidelines dynamics, but there's always fanfic <3

Of course, I can't review this episode without talking about Cordell and his journey. We've seen him hit his lowest point this season and his time in the finale was dedicated to trying to fix some of his messes. His conversations with Stella and August really hit a cord with me and I'm so glad we got to have them before the show ended. That and the constant repetition that he really just need to be there for them. He didn't have to be perfect or set aside all his other ambitions; he just couldn't forget about them.

This translates well to his contentions with Geri. He wants to be the kind of man Geri needs, the kind who's there when she needs him and doesn't leave her feeling neglected. But he needed to learn that that also means letting her be there for him. It means that when he starts to spiral down a dark road, he still leaves a trail for her to follow. No more lying and pretending things are Fine just for the sake of it. And he's willing to make those changes, starting by taking a leave of absence and taking the whole family on a well-deserved vacation. It's the start of a new chapter in his life and I wish him the best.

This episode made me emotional in the best way. While I'm sad we won't have any more adventures with the Walker family, I'm satisfied with where their stories are headed. And, with an open ending like that, who knows what we might get in the future?

But those are just my thoughts. What are yours?

#walker #walker spoilers #walker review #s04e13 #see you sometime

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seokmthw · 1 year ago

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butterfly effect | shen ricky

⇢ pairing: ricky x reader

⇢ warnings: stalker!ricky, angst, horror, thriller, explicit language, depictions of stalking/graphic murder, major character death, gore (no photos), violence, blood, manipulation, literally not a drop of romance

⇢ word count: 9.8k

⇢ synopsis: after deciding to prank text a phone number written on the wall of a diner, your life takes a turn for the worst.

⇢ note: this fic is not for the faint hearted. i do not actually think this is something ricky would do or has done, nor do i condone any of the actions displayed in this fic. please read at your own descretion. this is actually based off of a seventeen fic i wrote years ago, and decided to actually fully develop. the plot is meant to move fast, and show just how quickly someone's life can be ruined by things like this. i'm actually quite proud of how this came out, so i hope those of you that read it enjoy.

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the city of seoul was always bustling at night. streetlights casted a soft orange hue on the sidewalks below them, which allowed people to feel safe as long as they were nowhere near the darkness. the laughs of drunk friends filled the air as they got into their ubers and went home. signs to diners that were open late flickered welcomingly and the smell of greasy burgers and fries was almost hard for anyone to resist after a long night of having fun.

which was exactly why you were sliding into the booth across from gunwook at 1am on a saturday night. the two of you made plans to venture out into the city, opting to let your feet guide you into a club for the two of you to dance and sing your hearts out for the first time in a while. you deserved it; you were busy nonstop through most of the week from both your shitty attempt at online schooling in hopes of getting your master’s degree and working full time at the breakfast diner just a couple blocks down the street from where you lived.

“i could eat an entire fucking horse right now if i could,” gunwook groaned. he picked up one of the worn plastic menus from the table, his gaze holding a hint of suspicion as his eyes scanned the questionable pictures of food that were fading with time. he was always so dramatic.

your own stomach was churning at the thought of finally being able to stuff your face with food. you had eaten earlier in the day, so there was really no need to eat a second big meal so late at night, but you supposed an evening full of sweating and more physical movement than you’d done in the past month warranted for it. besides, it was impossible not to have your mouth water at the aroma the moment you opened the door with the little tinkle of the bells above it.

you knew what you wanted from the moment gunwook suggested grabbing a bite to eat. chicken tenders and fries with ranch to dip both of them in. it was always what you wanted, really. you were a creature of habit, you didn’t see any issue with that.

but the boy sitting across from you did, so the moment the waitress went to put in your order with the chefs in the kitchen - who were probably exhausted considering the time of night - he didn’t hesitate to call you out, “you really need to change it up sometimes. you’re going to turn into a chicken tender before it’s over with.”

“i will order chicken tenders every time we go out if i want to, thank you very much,” you poked your tongue out at him in response after taking a rather large sip of your drink, “besides, we both know i end up being sad after ordering something different.”

the night feels cozy and familiar, your heart glad to be spending time with your best friend after a stressful week and your mind relaxed. you even forgot about the opening shift you agreed to take in the morning because happiness was riddling every single cell in your body. you grinned contentedly, wrapping yourself further into your jacket and falling into a pleasant conversation with gunwook.

your food was brought out to you quicker than you thought it would be considering the amount of people filling up the tables in the room. gunwook dug in, grateful for finally being able to get something on his stomach. he had told you he was sure he would wither away to nothing if you guys didn’t scarf down a middle of the night meal, and with a quick roll of your eyes you followed him into the restaurant.

but you had to admit, the hot food on your belly was one of the most satisfying ways you could have ended the night. you wouldn’t ever tell gunwook that though, didn’t want to boost his ego and all.

while the two of you awaited your checks from the server, you took note of a phone number scrawled in thick black letters on the wall behind the ketchup and mustard bottles. you smiled slyly, pointing at it to show gunwook, “should i text it? for old times’ sake?”

“go for it! i can’t even remember the last time either one of us prank texted someone,” his grin held just as much mischief as yours, his large hands clapping together excitedly as you opened your messages app and started a new conversation.

[you] wanna see a picture of my cock? ;)

this was usually the thing you always texted to people. sometimes you got varied responses and you were hoping that with this one, you could actually get somewhere with it. most of the time people simply just ignored you or said that you were childish and immature. people just didn’t know how to take a joke, in your opinion.

your server finally returned to your table with your checks and within minutes of paying you and gunwook were in his car and on the way back to your apartment complex. the warm air of the night filtered in through the windows and the music shuffling on gunwook’s phone played softly through his speakers, completely unlike the music at the club.

you nudged gunwook’s arm gently as he pulled into the parking lot, “i had fun tonight, even if you did force me to go out to eat at one in the morning.”

“shut your mouth, you know you wouldn’t have been able to resist the thought of chicken.”

by now you were heading up the stairs to the second floor, stopping just in front of your door with your key already shoved into the lock, “you’re right. my addiction to it is concerning sometimes.”

that earned a laugh loud enough for you to hiss at him to be quiet, “i’ll see you sometime this week?” gunwook questioned. you gave him a nod, “yeah! maybe we can just hang out at my place or yours? have a movie night?”

“sounds good. have fun waking up in four hours.”

“god, don’t remind me.”

with that, gunwook bid you farewell and walked down to his end of the hall with a yawn. you pushed open your door, allowing it to gently close behind you once you stepped inside. you were a little relieved to be in the comfort of your home if you were honest, simply because going out and dancing as much as you did exhausted you more than you thought it would.

you breezed through your nightly routine of brushing your teeth, washing your face, and changing into your pajamas before you finally crawled into your bed with a content sigh. there was nothing like curling up under your heavy comforter after exerting more physical work than you initially anticipated. your phone buzzed on your side table next to you, and you quickly picked it up to see a text from an unknown number.

[unknown] who the fuck is this?

[you] your mom LOL

[unknown] if you know what’s good for you, i would stop texting.

feisty one, this one was.

[you] it was just a joke, lighten up

[unknown] if you want to play games with me then so be it. i promise you that you will lose.

[you] what is that supposed to mean?

[unknown] you’ll find out eventually.

[you] is that a threat?

[unknown] maybe, maybe not. it depends on how well you play the games and if the decisions you make are beneficial to you or not. calling the cops will only make things worse. i hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.

opening up your phone app, you quickly typed in gunwook’s number, hoping he would pick up. after the second ring, you heard his voice on the other end of the line, “why are you still awake?”

“hello to you too,” you joked, “i just wanted to update you on what this person i prank texted sent to me. they’re like, really pissed.” you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, screenshotting the messages and sending them to gunwook so he could see for himself.

he was silent for quite some time, before finally clearing his throat and saying, “they seem serious, y/n. i wouldn’t reply to them again if i were you.”

“this isn’t the first time someone has threatened me, you know,” you teased, your smile still never faltering despite gunwook’s concern for you. he was being dramatic as ever, but you expected nothing less from him in a situation like this.

“don’t do something to get yourself arrested, yeah? i do not have the money to bail your dumbass out of jail.”

you laughed at his response, “yeah yeah, don’t worry mom, i know what i’m doing.” with that, you said your goodbyes and hung up for the night, throwing your phone on the charger and nuzzling yourself down into your blankets with a tired sigh.

you decided not to take that person’s messages to heart; surely it was just someone who was trying to mess with you right back. this wasn’t the first time people threatened you with things and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

if only you had known what kind of trouble this would cause you.

the harsh sounds of your alarm clock painfully reminding you that you needed to go to work was not how you wanted to start off your morning, but here you were; head pounding, makeup smeared underneath of your eyes, and your body unbelievably sore. it’s what you deserved, you supposed, it was your fault for staying out with gunwook so late.

you waited until the last possible minute to get ready for work and head out the door, apron messy and hair lucky to have even been brushed through. you were fortunate to have a ten minute drive at most, so your commute to and from was a lot easier than other jobs you’d had in the past. however, you horribly regretted agreeing to the 7am shift because you truly felt as if you were dying a little bit inside.

you let out an audible groan upon seeing the amount of cars in the parking lot of the breakfast diner. if you were being honest with yourself, you probably should have just made some excuse and called in, but you also needed to pay your bills so it really wasn’t an option unless you were in dire circumstances. you trudged inside through the back door, quickly clocking in and at least appreciating the aroma of pancakes and coffee.

“good morning, sunshine!” one of the only co-workers you could stand, taerae, chimed, his bright smile complimenting his chipper mood.

“morning,” you half-heartedly responded, giving him a tired smile to attempt and make up for it.

there was a slight pout on taerae’s lips, “what’s got you all grumpy this morning?” he poked your arm playfully, this time earning a more genuine smile from you.

“a miserable hangover and the worst body aches known to man,” you laughed, mirroring the boy in shoving your apron with straws and napkins for the tables you’d be waiting on in a moment, “gunwook somehow managed to keep me out until one in the morning.”

“let’s get this day going, yeah?” it’ll be over before we know it,” taerae nudged your arm playfully, “you get off at 3, right?”

“yep.”

taerae just beamed at you, his mood never faltering despite your short responses, “if you want, you can come over to my place after our shift and we can hang out and watch tv or something.”

“as tempting as that sounds, i think i’ll just go home and take a nap,” you gave taerae an apologetic look, though he took it well and reassured you that he understood.

your day drug on longer than most, and you absolutely hated it.

you weren’t sure if it was due to the exhaustion consuming your entire body and you were desperate to go home, or if it was that after the morning rush, the restaurant seemed to be dead. nonetheless, it had been awful and you wanted nothing more than to just curl up in your bed and sleep for twelve hours straight.

throughout your shift, you’d managed to spill syrup on your shirt - which was white, by the way - and also dropped an entire platter of eggs for a huge party of people who’d come in after morning church. you hadn’t had such an off day since you first started a couple of years ago, so your entire groove being unbalanced only worsened your mood. by the time three o’clock had rolled around, you couldn’t be happier to clock out and bolt to your car with taerae by your side.

you waved goodbye to your friend and plopped down into the driver’s seat of your car, letting out a long, much needed breath. you were glad to finally be off your feet for the first time since your break earlier in the day. once you pulled into your parking spot, you decided to park your car and relish in the air conditioning for a little while longer.

you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and upon pulling it out and glancing at your screen, you were greeted with a text from gunwook begging you to play video games with him and a text from the unknown number you had pranked last night. you blinked slowly upon taking in what was said.

[unknown] looks like you had a rough day. you’re definitely messy.

a shiver ran down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise up on your arms. you quickly typed up a response, which soon turned into more than unpleasant conversation.

[you] haha, very funny. you’re not as intimidating as you think you are.

[unknown] hm, is that so?

[unknown] you drive a small white car and you live in the same apartment complex as your best friend.

[unknown] am i scaring you know?

[you] you’re wrong, lol. you don’t even know me.

[unknown] if i’m so wrong, how come i can see you sitting in your car?

[unknown] you look stunning from afar, i can’t wait to see you up close.

your eyes widened, mind frantic as you looked around in hopes of spotting someone unfamiliar, but you saw absolutely nobody. the vehicles surrounding yours were vacant and there was only your neighbor outside walking their dog, and you knew for a fact it wasn’t them texting you because you hadn’t seen them pull out their phone the entire time they had been outside. you shook your head, finally finding it in you to give the person another response.

[you] why are you doing this to me? just leave me alone.

[you] i won’t hesitate to call the cops.

[unknown] i wouldn’t do that if i were you.

[unknown] trust me, it won’t work.

[you] lmao okay.

[unknown] what, you don’t believe me?

[you] not really.

[unknown] what if i told you that if you even attempt to call the cops, or tell anyone else for that matter, that your friend gunwook might be in a lot of trouble?

as much as you tried to suppress your anxiety over the entire situation, you couldn’t help but let it entirely consume you as you shakily dialed gunwook’s number, hoping to god he would pick up the phone. thankfully he did, though you were greeted with a yell of frustration, “damn it!”

“are you okay?” you frantically asked, fearing the absolute worst was happening to him. however, gunwook simply laughed, and you could hear the sounds of fornite and intense key smashing in the background, “that’s what you get, dumbass! i could out shoot you anyday.”

“gunwook,” you practically demanded, ripping him out of his trance from his game. he let out an annoyed sigh, “you got me killed, y/n! this is the most kills i’ve ever gotten in my life!”

you couldn’t keep the tremor out of your voice as you spoke, “gunwook, i need you to listen to me.”

“woah, what’s with the serious tone?” you hoped gunwook was finally taking the hint because you felt like you were going a little crazy. now was definitely not the time for his usual antics.

you sighed, looking around the parking lot once more before answering in a hushed voice, “listen, i’ll explain later, but i need you to lock your door and every single window in your apartment. then i need you to hide somewhere you can’t be found, okay?”

“y/n i don’t under-”

“just do it, gunwook.”

you could imagine him putting his hands up in defense at your words, “okay, jeez. why are you acting so weird?”

you could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you took your car key out of the ignition and slowly exited the cab, making sure to take in every movement and every person you were able to see within your line of vision. you sighed, “i told you i’ll tell you everything soon, okay?”

you were met with silence on the other end, which caused your heart to drop into your stomach. quietly, you whispered, “please tell me you’re still alive.”

“i’m trying to hide like you told me to,” gunwook grunted, and you could hear rustling in the background of the call. at least he was listening, it was way better than him arguing with you and not listening because you had no explanation, “you’re not doing this just to make me look stupid, are you?” you couldn’t help but chuckle at his honest question, answering, “no.”

by now, you were inside of your apartment complex, hurriedly climbing the stairs to the second floor and rushing into your apartment, hastily locking the door and looking around to see if anything was tampered with or off. thankfully, everything seemed to be okay, and while you let out a sigh of relief, you knew it wouldn’t last for long.

“seriously, y/n, what’s up with you?”

you locked yourself in your bathroom, leaning your back up against the door with a sigh. it was difficult finding the right words to even say, let alone tell him he was in danger with someone you didn’t even know the name of. finally, you parted your lips to speak, voice still hushed despite no longer being outside, “i think i’m being stalked, and i’m being threatened with harm coming to you because of it.”

there was radio silence on his end for a moment; surely he was freaking out, hell, you were too, and you knew that this entire situation was scary. relief washed over you upon hearing his voice, knowing he was okay, “is it from the same number you texted last night? there’s no way someone is stalking you after a silly little prank text. besides, it's only been a day.”

“i-i can show you the texts, they’re dead serious i think. they know where i live, where i work, and what color car i drive, your name,” your voice was beginning to tremble, panic settling in now, “i don’t know what to do, and i don’t want any harm to come to you either.”

“we’ll stay on the phone the rest of the night then, okay? they’re less likely to strike if you have someone on the other line.”

“i’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this and that i’m the reason you’re involved,” you felt a tear race down your cheek, eyes closing as you took a deep breath to keep yourself from bursting into a full on sob, "i should have never sent that text."

“it’s not like you asked for this. besides, even if i wasn’t involved, i would make sure i was because there’s no way i’ll let you go through something like this alone,” the sincerity in his voice was enough to make you feel slightly better. the boy chuckled softly, “since we’re staying on the phone, is it okay if i come out of my closet? it’s not very gunwook friendly.”

you nodded, though you remembered he couldn’t see you, and finally you replied, “yeah, that’s totally fine.”

there was some rustling on his end once more, and once it stopped, you assumed he had finally made it out. however, upon getting no response from him when you asked a question, you pulled your phone away from your ear to take a quick glance at your screen, only to be met with your call log instead of gunwook’s name taking up most of the display. you swore you could feel your heart fall to your stomach, fingers hurriedly moving to try and call him back, but it rang until it went to voicemail.

“no! no no no,” you chanted, flinging open the bathroom door and beginning to head toward your entryway.

your phone pinged, letting you know you were receiving text messages, which you assumed were from the person causing your most recent slew of events.

[unknown] big mistake on your part.

[unknown] i told you not to say anything to anyone.

[unknown] you fucked up, y/n.

[unknown] your actions have consequences.

[unknown] my game, my rules.

[unknown] he’s not dead this time.

you shook your head in disbelief, sprinting through your front door and down the hallway, only to be greeted with gunwook’s door slightly agape and the sounds of his muffled groans resonating from somewhere within his apartment. you rushed in, desperately searching for him, calling out, “gunwook?”

“in here,” he grumbled, and you followed the sound of his voice until you found him in the fetal position on his bedroom floor, hands clutching his stomach and eyes screwed shut in a futile attempt to cope with whatever pain he was feeling.

you were on the carpet next to him in an instant, taking note of a thin stream of blood trickling from his nose and a deep, purple bruise already beginning to form just beneath his eye. you let your tears freely fall. gunwook was like this because of you. sparing him an apologetic look, you quietly whispered, “i’m going to check and make sure they aren’t here.”

“he and whoever was with him are gone,” gunwook replied, “they both left a few minutes before you came in. they also wanted me to tell you his name was ricky."

upon hearing gunwook’s words, you pulled a napkin out of your apron, leaning forward to wipe some of the blood from beneath his nose. he winced a little, but allowed you to continue, tears still blurring your vision at the sight of him like this. the both of you fell into silence; you wanted to give him a chance to recoup from everything that had occurred and not overwork himself too much.

after a few more minutes, and helping him sit up straight, you eventually mumbled, “i’m so sorry, wookie.”

“don’t worry about it,” he chuckled, gingerly touching the area around his eye, “maybe now things will stop.”

you huffed in annoyance, averting your gaze from his gentle one, “i just don’t understand why he felt the need to do this to you because of me.”

by this point, your mind was reeling. why would someone get so upset over a silly little text? to the point of following you, tormenting you, and bringing harm to the people around you that you care about? it made absolutely no sense to you.

it almost felt as if whoever was taunting you did things like this frequently. you were beginning to feel hopeless, as if there was no way out of this. it hadn’t even been a full day since you sent the first text and things had already escalated to violence and blatant stalking.

your phone dinged with another text message, jolting you out of your thoughts and causing gunwook’s eyes to widen in fear. you pulled it from your back pocket, reading the message aloud so gunwook could know what it said too.

[unknown] let this be a lesson. you’re not out of the woods yet, nor do i think i want you to be. here’s a hint as we continue to play our little game: make good decisions, face less consequences.

gunwook shook his head in disbelief, “why is he doing this? what is he even gaining?”

“i don’t know, but i’m already tired of it,’ you answered, a deep frown forming on your lips as you shoved your phone back into your pocket.

“i guess we’re gonna have to find out.”

a few days had passed since your ricky had made his appearance into gunwook’s apartment, and the same amount of time since receiving any kind of text from him. you weren’t sure if that was because you and gunwook stayed attached at the hip for the entirety of that time, or if it was because he was truly done messing with your head, but you were glad to have been able to feel some sort of relief. you hardly slept, but you managed to make it through your shifts at the breakfast diner without any issues somehow.

taerae had checked up on you a couple of times, taking note of how exhausted you were and the dark circles that had made their new home beneath your eyes. you decided to play it safe, just telling him you’d had issues with your neighbors keeping you up all hours of the night. the last thing you needed was for him to get involved in the situation, too.

soon, you were clocking out after your third shift since ricky’s attack, a tired sigh slipping past your lips. you waved goodbye to taerae, letting him know that you would see him once more tomorrow morning, which was going to be one of the busiest days of the week for the two of you. despite him asking you to hang out at his house, you’d managed to get out some excuse so you didn’t expand ricky’s knowledge of your whereabouts and bring another innocent person into the entire situation.

you walked through the back door to the parking lot, greeted by gunwook’s idling car as he’d waited for your shift to end. you clambered into the passenger seat, shoulders slumping and a wave of defeat overcoming you. he rested his hand on your knee, squeezing gently before he began to drive to your apartment complex, his music playing softly in the background.

he was the first one to break the silence, stating, “i did some research to see if i could find anything on ricky.”

“you what?” you shot up, eyes wide in disbelief, “gunwook, that is so dangerous.”

a slight pout made his way into his expression, “i’m just sick of seeing you like this, and i want to put an end to it.”

“you don’t have to put yourself in danger because of me.”

“i would do anything for you, you know that,” you could feel your gaze soften at his words, “besides, we’re in this together now. something has to give eventually.”

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, picking absentmindedly at the skin, curiosity eventually getting the best of you, “did you find anything?”

“i found an article saying he’s wanted for breaking and entering,” gunwook answered, “but that was it. i think it said he was twenty three or something like that? i honestly don’t know, but he’s notorious for this apparently.”

you were quick to pull your phone from your pocket, quickly looking for the article gunwook had mentioned. the headline was written in bold, black letters, a photo of him accompanying it just underneath. you felt terrified finally being able to put a face to the name.

he was handsome, though you hated to admit that. dark, black hair was parted in the middle, his kind eyes deceiving to the person he actually was. he was almost cat-like, features slender and a slight smile twinging on his lips. you felt your stomach begin to churn uneasily.

angrily, you opened up your messages app, deciding to finally give ricky a taste of his own sick, twisted medicine.

[you] what you did on sunday was fucked up.

[unknown] gunwook is still alive, isn’t he?

[you] yeah, with a couple of broken ribs to make up for it.

[you] you’re sick, you know that?

[you] i’m tired of playing this game, ricky.

[unknown] oh, but darling, the fun has only just begun.

[you] what is that supposed to mean?

[unknown] i’ve already told you that your actions have consequences. for lack of better words, i get to control your life now.

[you] please, just leave me alone.

[you] gunwook too, he’s done absolutely nothing wrong. he wasn’t the one who texted you in the first place.

[unknown] it doesn’t matter, being able to use him as a pawn makes this all the more fun.

[unknown] i get to use him against you.

[you] that’s not fair, none of this is fucking fair.

[you] there’s an article i read about you.

[you] i’m going to find you and turn you in, mark my fucking words.

[unknown] okay.

[unknown] whatever it is you do, you will suffer, one way or another.

[unknown] i have ways to get under your skin, y/n, and i’m not afraid to exhaust all my options.

[unknown] threatening me will get you nowhere.

[you] we’ll see about that.

by now, gunwook had pulled into his parking spot and was reading over your shoulder, his mouth agape at the conversation that had just unfolded right in front of his eyes. you met your gaze with his, determination filling you up, “we’re not going to let him win.”

gunwook swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat before he nodded - albeit, wearily - and you could tell he was beginning to trust your entire thought process. that’s really all you needed; his support and willingness to bring ricky down with you, though you knew you didn’t have to try hard to convince him otherwise. the two of you headed into your building, trudging up the stairs and into your apartment, ensuring every single lock was enabled on the door.

the next two days went by rather smoothly, the two of you doing research on self-defense and many other things pertaining to your current situation. you were finally able to get a few hours of sleep, which was a lot more than you’d been able to get the entire week, so you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful.

things had gone smoothly, once again not hearing anything from ricky and feeling a false sense of security beginning to blanket over you, though you knew better than to let your guard down until you knew for sure everything was truly over.

you’d spent your nights sharing a bed with gunwook, entangled in one another’s arms in hopes of providing some sort of comfort. it also let you both know you were still there, still breathing, and still by each other’s side. despite your newfound confidence of being able to take ricky down, you couldn’t help but still feel the lingering fear in the back of your mind.

there was always a chance things could go horribly wrong.

you were now at work, your exhaustion for more evident now than it had been earlier in the week. taerae was quick to notice, finally telling you, “no offense, y/n, but you look awful.”

his sudden appearance behind you caused you to jump in surprise, the bag of coffee grounds in your hand tumbling down to the ground with a soft thud, its contents spilling out onto the floor. you groaned to yourself, burying your hands in your face in an attempt to hide any tears that ight have involuntarily dripped onto your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” taerae apologized, crouching to the ground alongside you, “here, let me help.”

the two of you worked together to get them cleaned up off of the floor, discarding everything into one of the trash cans once you were finished. you gave him a solemn look, finally answering his first statement, “it just hasn’t been a good week, is all.”

“do you wanna talk about it? i’m all ears,” he offered, patting your shoulder in reassurance.

your eyes flitted up to meet with his, concern dancing in his dark irises, and you felt a plethora of different emotions. on one hand, you wanted to be able to rant about it to someone other than gunwook to try and get an unbiased point of view, but on the other, you didn’t want to put his life in danger either.

you sighed defeatedly, “do you promise not to tell anyone? it’s kind of a big deal.”

“of course not, anything you say is safe with me.”

with a hushed voice and eyes soaking up every inch of your surroundings, you began to recount the week’s past events to taerae, sparing no details whatsoever. you showed him the initial prank text and allowed him to read everything afterward, filling him on the attack on gunwook, the article, everything.

you eventually pulled up ricky’s photo upon taerae’s request, and his eyes widened with fear, “this is some serious shit, y/n, you need to call the cops.”

“i can’t, and i won’t,” was your automatic response, “he’s threatened me multiple times to bring worse harm to gunwook and i’m sure he’ll somehow find out that i’ve told you all of this somehow and hold it against me,” you added.

taerae frowned at your reply, “i’ll help you out in any way i can, alright?”

he pulled you into a tight hug, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit better knowing you had someone else on your side to help you get to the root of your problems. it almost felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

taerae’s signature catchphrase was the next thing to come from his mouth, “let’s get this day started, yeah?” giving your frame one final squeeze before you dove into your work of waiting tables and sending orders to the back.

the day had gone by a lot better than you expected it to despite fearing anything could happen to you or gunwook, and now taerae, at any given moment. you didn’t mess up any of your orders and gunwook had periodically texted you to inform you of what he was doing and to check in overall with you.

for once, you didn’t feel on edge. that is, until the man who had been causing you severe mental turmoil had walked through the front door, the little bell signaling his arrival.

you felt a lump rise uncomfortably in your throat, blood running cold at the sight of him. you hadn’t expected him to blatantly show his face to you like this, but you supposed this was karma for even saying a single word to taerae about the entire situation.

you accidentally made eye contact with him, his piercing eyes and slender figure looking more intimidating in person than in the photo you’d seen of him. luckily, another one of your co-workers seated him somewhere that wasn’t in your realm of tables. you quickly ran to the back hands trembling as you reached out for taerae, who was surprised by your sudden panic.

“he’s here,” you barely managed to squeak out, “i’m kind of freaking out.”

“do you want me to call the police? if he’s wanted, anyone could, and if i do it the it can’t be traced back to you,” he inquired, appearing to be in the same state of shock as you.

you nodded, shoving the diner’s phone in his direction, “please hurry, he saw me.”

the string of events following afterward felt like a blur; the wailing of the police sirens, the officers putting ricky in handcuffs, and gunwook having rushed directly to the diner to comfort you. his arms wrapped tightly around you, his chin resting on top of your head as you cried into his chest, mumbling into your hair softly, “it’s over, y/n. it’s finally over.”

the day of ricky’s arrest, you were finally able to sleep without the fear of anything happening to you, gunwook, or taerae. however, you still remained glued to gunwook’s side for the following couple of weeks. you weren’t sure if it was lingering paranoia, or if it was that something inside of you still believed that ricky would be able to contact you from jail.

you tried to suppress those thoughts, though it didn’t work for long, because the moment you plopped down onto the couch next to your best friend to eat your dinner, the news flashed a headline that made you almost drop everything from your hands entirely.

man found not guilty at trial for breaking and entering into various homes.

and there, displayed right behind the thick words, was the same photo of ricky you’d had nightmares about. your jaw fell slack in shock, gunwook mumbling beside you, “what the fuck?”

“shh,” you waved your hand to prevent him from talking any further, “let’s listen and see what it says.”

“this is sung hanbin, reporting to you live with an update of a story we covered previously. a man under the name of shen ricky was suspected several weeks ago for breaking and entering into various different homes, and police believed it to be the man you see here on screen.

however, we have been informed that this is not the case.

the man you see here proved himself innocent at his trial on monday by presenting the court with evidence of his birth certificate and driver’s license. we have learned that this man’s name is kim jiwoong, not shen ricky.

he was arrested at the wake up cafe in the heart of seoul. police are still on the hunt for shen ricky, so if you have any leads, you can anonymously leave them at the number running along the bottom of the screen. there is no accurate picture of him at this time.

kim jiwoong has been released from the custody of authorities. we’ll keep you updated when we find out anymore information, but as of right now, this is all we have.

once again, this was sung hanbin with your local news. let’s head over to seok matthew for the weather forecast of the week.”

the moment the weather came on, you and gunwook shared a look of sheer panic, completely frozen with no inkling of what you should do. as if on a cue, your phone lit up with a string of text messages from your stalker.

[unknown] did you really think you could get away with this, y/n?

[unknown] this is going to have some major consequences.

[unknown] i can only imagine how your pathetic little brain convinced you that you were out of the woods, but you could not have been more wrong.

[you] why won’t you just leave me alone? haven’t you done enough damage?

[you] you’ve ruined my life.

[unknown] that was the whole point of this, darling.

[unknown] i’m hoping to teach you the lesson to never, ever prank text phone numbers again.

[you] i think i’ve learned that lesson, please, just stop.

[unknown] not yet.

[unknown] you haven’t even come close to learning your lesson.

[unknown] but you will, soon. trust me.

[you] i’m sorry, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?

[unknown] sorry won’t fix this.

you locked your phone and threw it across the room, the object clattering onto the floor. you couldn’t help but silently hope that it was broken and ricky could no longer contact you. tears welled up in your eyes - you knew your peace was too good to be true, that something was bound to go horribly wrong, but you never once thought it would be this.

you found it hard to breathe, finally locking your eyes with gunwook, voice cracking as you told him, “this is what i imagine living in hell feels like.”

he pulled you into a hug, desperate to hold you as tight as possible, and make sure you were close to him, “we’re gonna get through this, okay? don’t you worry.”

“how can you be so sure?”

“i’m not, but we have to believe it in order to survive, okay? we don’t know what this man is fully capable of, so we need to brace ourselves,” was his answer, and all you could do was nod.

gunwook fell silent for a moment, deep in thought as he rubbed your back gently, a sniffles able to be heard from him as he did so, “let’s get out of town.”

you pulled away from his embrace, flashing him a sad, defeated smile, “i don’t think that’s going to work.”

“why wouldn’t it? we could get a rental car or something so he can’t trace us. it’s worth a shot.”

you were hesitant for a moment, worried that there would even larger consequences for this, but finally said, “fine, let’s do it.”

after your discussion, you packed a suitcase full of things for your journey, hoping to god you were bringing everything essential. you knew there was no returning to this place once you did, so you needed to make sure anything sentimental was stored away in between your clothes and hygiene products.

the tension in the air was thick, so much so you could almost cut it with a knife. you were risking your lives for this, for an escape into the freedom from this nightmare you’d been longing for the moment it started.

you zipped the suitcase shut, hands visibly shaking as you did so, and once you were finished you looked at gunwook and said, “let’s get your things and book it.”

you ventured to gunwook’s apartment, deciding to stick together through it all. you couldn’t jeopardize a single thing; you knew that somehow, every move you made was being watched like a hawk. gunwook made a beeline for the bathroom, you following closely behind, and keeping an eye out as he rummaged through the cupboard beneath his sink.

as he began to rise to his feet, rustling was able to be seen behind the shower curtain. you parted your lips, desperate to spit the words out sitting on the tip of your tongue, “gunwook, watch out!”

but you were too late, because in one swift motion, the curtain was thrown back and a baseball bat was swinging down with a sickening crack to the back of his head. the recoil echoed against the walls, the sounds of bone crushing being enough to make you feel as if you could vomit at any given moment.

you watched in horror as gunwook’s body crumpled to the cold tile floor, a labored wheeze erupting from him. thick, crimson blood that reeked of copper pooled around the back of his head, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes as he looked up at you through them, bottom lip quivering.

you were next to him in an instant, attempting to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. it was hard to ignore the way his skull felt like rice krispie treats in your hand, or how his erratic breathing was becoming the more he realized what was happening. you weren’t sure how you managed to get any words out of your mouth as you said, “i need you to stay with me, wookie, please.”

it was almost as if the world around you was completely gone, and in this moment, it was just you and gunwook as you held him, watching as he took his very last breath. a mangled cry ripped from your lungs, your hands trying like crazy to get him to say something, anything, but it was no use.

he was gone.

“i’m so sorry,” you wailed, “i’m so fucking sorry, gunwook. you did nothing to deserve this.”

you sniffled, brushing his hair out of his eyes to get a better look at his face, which held an almost peaceful expression. warmth radiated against your back, hot breath fanning against your ear, goosebumps arising on your skin as he spoke, “it’s not what he did, it’s what you did. i told you that there would be major consequences, didn’t i?”

his fingers trailed up and down your arm, “you just don’t know how to keep that stupid little mouth of yours shut, do you?”

“get the fuck away from me,” you growled, voice coming out a lot stronger than you had anticipated, “now.”

“getting all tough, are you?” he backed away slowly, hands mockingly up in the air, and you took this as your opportunity to turn and look at the man behind you.

blonde hair was sitting atop his head, slicked back in an almost elegant way, forehead glistening with sweat. he had plump, dark pink lips curled up into a sinister grin, and blood was splattered across the expanse of his face. gunwook’s blood. a shiver raced down your spine at the sight of him, entirely too terrified to act on any thought of harming him that came to your brain.

the sounds of sirens blaring on the street below carried into the small bathroom you were currently inhabiting, which alerted ricky that it was his time to go. he stepped behind you once more, his chin resting on your shoulder as he murmured, “if you know what’s good for you, he slipped and hit his head.”

and with that, he pushed past you, slinking away before you could fully see which direction he went and how he managed to escape the apartment. within mere seconds, police officers, firefighters, and emts were questioning you, asking how this had happened and for how long he’d been unconcious. everything was a blur and you honestly didn’t remember most of your encounters with the emergency personnel, but you knew one thing for certain. you didn’t fight back this time.

you gave in the shen ricky.

the next few weeks were arguably the worst of your life. you had to bury your best friend, work double after double, and barely got any sleep. the lie of gunwook suffering a freak accident kept slipping through your teeth, and you felt an unexplainable amount of self hatred for it.

but you knew gunwook would have encouraged you to.

you were determined now more than ever to take down ricky, no matter what it took, which was why you were currently sat down with taerae in his living room spilling your guts, completely unafraid of what consequences might come to you because of it. the look of bewilderment and shock on his face was hard to miss as he stated, “you need to tell the police the truth.”

“you know i can’t, taerae,” was your immediate response, followed by a sigh, “i wish i could, but i want to try and take him down myself. it started with him and i, so it should end with him and i.”

taerae looked at you inquisitively, a deep frown settling in on his lips, “i’m not sure that’s a good idea. i mean, what if he kills you too?”

“that’s the price i’m willing to pay if it means i at least attempt to get justice for gunwook.”

taerae fell completely silent, as if entranced by his thoughts. his expression was difficult for you to read and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t really have the mental capacity to try and decipher his emotions.

you were just about to retreat back to your own apartment before taerae’s words stopped you dead in your tracks, “i’ll help you.”

“really?” you questioned, brows furrowing, “are you sure? i don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“no, no, i want to,” he retorted, “gunwook was my friend too and i want to make sure he’s avenged as well. we can do this, yeah?”

with that, you and taerae had planned for weeks on how you were going to lure ricky in and try to get the upper hand on him. you knew the plan was becoming more and more well-developed, and soon, you were feeling confident that it would work, that you had a chance. taerae was quite clever, you had learned, and had come up with things you would have never even thought of on your own.

you were beyond grateful for him, especially since he was distracting you from the giant, gaping hole in your heart that was missing gunwook. you still cried until your lungs gave out, visited his grave as frequently as possible, and texted his phone even though you knew you would never get an answer. it just kept feuling you to perfect this plan, to finally catch ricky off guard, to finally put an end to whatever it was he was trying to accomplish.

you hadn’t heard from him in a while, so you suspected that you would need to do some provoking in order to get him back into your life. you were currently working on thinking of something to text him, deciding to head over to taerae’s apartment to ask his opinion on what you currently had drafted.

you knocked on his front door, almost instantly greeted by his bright smile, and stepped into the entryway of his home. you began to speak, eyes flitting down to your phone screen so you could open up your notes app, focus entirely on getting to that. he was oddly quiet today, which you were going to ask him about, but you were too late.

the dark haired boy you’d been spending your time with was holding a cloth to your nose, apologizing as you lost consciousness.

you slowly peeled your eyes open, greeted by complete darkness, absolutely no source of light able to be found despite your efforts. you were still groggy from whatever sleep you had just awoken from, but soon, you could feel yourself begin to panic. you were sitting straight up in a chair, thick, coarse ropes bound around your wrists and ankles and a blindfold around your eyes. you struggled against them, but to no avail.

everything was starting to flood your mind; telling taerae the truth about gunwook and him being the last person you saw before you slipped into your deep slumber. to say you were beyond angry with him was an understatement. you were honestly enraged, unable to think clearly as you began struggling once more, desperately trying to break free from your spot, but it was no use.

a voice sounded off next to you, “they’re awake, ricky.”

the creaking of a door opening followed by heavy footsteps was able to be heard, and the next thing you knew, ricky was behind you once more, all too familiar of the night he killed gunwook. his warm breath fanned across the side of your face, and you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he inquired, “how are you, sweetheart?”

“what do you think?” you sarcastically remarked.

ricky chuckled lowly, “i know it’s not comfortable, but we can’t risk you escaping, can we?”

slowly, ricky untied your blindfold, letting it plop down on your lap. a harsh, white light greeted you, causing you to squint in a futile attempt to gather your surroundings. the floor was made of concrete and the walls were decorated with many things that you didn’t even want to begin to imagine they were used for.

your heart rate began to quicken at the thought of ricky torturing you with them. you knew what he was capable of and he would likely have no opposition to making your life a living hell - he had definitely done that already, but still.

you finally found the courage to speak again, meeting your gaze with ricky, who was clearly satisfied with the sight of you entirely helpless, “why are you doing this to me?”

“oh darling, don’t get ahead of yourself in thinking your special enough to think you’re our only victim,” the mock sympathy in ricky’s voice made you queasy, “this is taerae and i’s little game, we’ve had countless people like you that we’ve toyed with.”

“you’re sick!” you exclaimed, disgust contorting your facials features into a look of disbelief.

ricky circled around you, slender fingers trailing across your shoulders as he did so. you flinched at the sensation, wanting nothing more than for him to get his hands off of you entirely.

“that’s the whole point, y/n,” taerae piped up from his spot, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his partner torment you with each and every move he made.

“you see,” ricky started, beginning to trace the pads of his fingers up the side of your neck and to your jaw, “we put that phone number on the diner wall to lure people like you in. we’ve been doing this for a little over a year now. it’s quite fun.”

you shuddered at his words, unable to believe that truly evil people like this somehow existed in the world. tears welled up into your eyes, involuntarily dripping down onto your cheeks the more ricky touched you. it was almost as if his touch was poison, and you felt a burning itch on every inch if your skin that he ghosted his fingers over.

the blonde finally stopped, cupping your cheek and catching one of your tears, “you’re the most beautiful one we’ve gotten so far, you know. you should be proud of that.”

your voice was shaky but firm, “yeah, because it’s some prestigious award. got it.”

“you’ve also been the most interesting one,” ricky mused, his head cocked to the side slightly, “you put up quite the fight.”

his words gave you the final push to do what had crossed your mind the moment he stepped in front of you. taking a deep breath, swiftly lifting up your legs and jutting them forward into ricky’s gut, forcing him to buckle over at the impact, a dissatisfied grunt falling from his mouth.

you somehow found the strength to stand up despite still being restrained to the chair beneath you, swinging it around to smack ricky with its legs as he attempted to lunge at you. his voice echoed throughout the room as he yelled, “get them, taerae, don’t just stand there like a dumbass!”

by now you had begun to hop away, desperate to find something, anything that to get the rope at least off of your wrists. There were multiple tools and weapons hung on the walls and scattered about the room, and you were able to set your focus on a knife that you saw sitting on the edge of a table within reach in your current state.

you hopped along as fast as your bound up legs would carry you, but you didn’t reach it in time. instead, taerae had yanked you backward, sending you toppling to the ground with a harsh thud. the wood of the chair had split as you did so, a sharp piece sinking into the flesh of your thigh. you let out a pained yelp, “fuck!”

“i bet that hurts,” taerae snorted, “glad it’s not me.”

you laughed dryly, “you know, i never expected you to be part of whatever this is. i thought you were better than that, taerae.”

the boy frowned, one of his dimples peeking out as he did so, “yeah, well, that’s what you get for letting your guard down so easily. i was able to tell ricky absolutely everything.”

“figures.”

the blonde was now standing next to taerae, anger dancing dangerously in his dark irises. it was hard to miss the knife in his hand, gleaming teasingly at you in the light, “can we just put an end to this?”

“wait!” you cried out, attempting to reason with ricky, “if i’m so interesting, why not let me try and put up a fight of my own?”

ricky cackled loudly, “you won’t win.”

“please, just let me try.”

ricky observed your current state and ultimately decided to nod at taerae, signaling for him to let you free from your restraints. he did as he was told, cutting away the ropes from your hands and feet quickly, soon standing back in the spot he behind ricky was previously occupying.

you got up, gingerly touching where the wood was currently impaled in your leg. you winced at the feeling, deciding to bite the bullet and pull as much out of your flesh as you could. if it was sharp enough to hurt you, then it was certainly sharp enough to hurt ricky.

you finally straightened your posture, gripping onto the wood as tightly as you could. you furrowed your brows in concentration, “let's do this.”

ricky immediately lunged forward, attempting to sink the knife into your shoulder, but you managed to dodge him. you were caught in a cat and mouse game, trying your best to get as much leverage over ricky as you possibly could, but to no avail. all of your attempts would up with a quick slice of the knife on your arms and legs, and you had only managed to get one hit on the blonde with your makeshift weapon.

the more blood you lost, mainly from the injury in your leg, the weaker and less adept you became. it hurt to put much pressure on it, let alone attempt to run from the situation entirely. you supposed that's probably what you should have done from the beginning, but with taerae there to aid ricky in any way, your chances of fully escaping were slim and you knew that.

you were panting, trying like hell to get something on ricky, but instead, he managed to get the upper hand, lurching toward you and finally sinking the blade into your abdomen, your back pressed against the cool tile of the wall behind you. freezing in your place, you found it hard to process what was going on, glancing down at the handle and his skin coated with your blood. this was it, this was the end.

he got impossibly close to you, his lips brushing your ear as he said, “play stupid games, win stupid prizes, love.”

you were beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, sliding down the wall and leaving a streak of thick, crimson blood in your wake. your trembling hands were beginning to steady and you were feeling yourself slip out of touch with reality.

the last thing you could remember was ricky’s evil chuckle and the loom of satisfaction in your eye before your vision blurred and everything went black.

except this time, you wouldn't be waking up.

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skyfallscotland · 9 months ago

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I have gone onto AO3 every day just to see if you’ve published the next part of Remi’s Version. I love your writing and this story is absolutely amazing. I know you’re working hard to have it ready for us to read… but I wanted to ask,

Will Remi and Liam start to get closer? Now that Violet has to leave to see Xaden and vise versa? Like, Liam and Remi know that there’s no cheating happening but just the circumstances bring them closer as friends and that brings jealousy to the mated dragon riders?

Thank you so much! 🖤

It's getting close to posting, I promise haha

Remi and Liam will definitely get closer because there are times that she needs support and he's there for her when Xaden can't be. Remi and Violet are also growing closer as well though, like I promised the sisterhood was only going to get better and I meant it. It's one of the (understated) pillars of the series. Violet's definitely had a lot of character growth and as a result she doesn't have a jealous bone in her, really - at least not where this is concerned. Her sister is fragile and given everything that happened in the past that she now knows about, she's just glad for Remi to come to her when she needs support, even if that's when she's cuddling with her boyfriend 😭

(Shoutout to the person who bookmarked Remi's Version with the tag "wouldn't be the riders quadrant if it wasn't just slightly incestuous" if you're here, I wonder about you all the time. You're in for a ride) 😂

As for Xaden, he trusts Liam implicitly. He's jealous of everyone else in her vicinity, but not Liam right now. It's probably a good thing that Bodhi's busy this year lmao

I have edited this slightly to redact plot-revealing information but...

I raise my hand to knock on Violet’s door. “Hey.” I say quietly, leaning into Liam’s side for a moment as I pass, before freezing. Do I have the correct room?

“Hi.” Violet calls from the darkness and I squeak, dropping my things.

“I’m so sorry.” I groan. “I can go—”

“No.” She says immediately. “Don’t be an idiot, come here.” And maybe it’s because we’ve done this before or maybe I’m still feeling a little fragile, but I go instantly, taking the far side of the bed so I can curl into her. “Are you ok?” Her voice softens.

“No.” I whisper. “But I will be.” My body aches as I move, knocking knees with her. “I miss Xaden.”

“I know.” She murmurs, brushing my hair back gently. “I wish you could go in my place.” Tomorrow evening she’ll leave with Tairn for Samara. I haven’t written a letter, mostly because I can’t stand the thought of Varrish reading it when he searches her things and we both know he will.

“Tell him I love him?” My voice cracks.

“Always.” With her hand in mine and Lía’s comforting presence wrapped around me, I slowly drift off to sleep.

#basgiath (remi's version)#remi's version asks #remi's version quotes

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oh-cool-a-burning-sword · 2 years ago

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Welp, I played and finished Fire Emblem Engage!

NGL, it's really, REALLY good.

Like the people who reviewed the game before it was released did not do it justice. (not that I cared for those reviews anyways). Sure the story is simple when compared to Houses, but that doesn't make it bad. Sure plot points are rather predictable if you've played past games, but their played out in more interesting ways.

Like while it was fairly obvious that Alear was related to Sombron. It was surprising that Lumera wasn't Alear's biological mother. Found family tropes aren't really common in FE games (since parents usually die). Yet the bond that Alear and Lumera shared, despite Alear being taught to kill divine dragons and Lumera's family dying because of the Fell Dragon... and said bond being so strong that she took years out of her own life to bring them back?

That, right there, is family.

And on the topic of Sombron and Lumera. There were already plenty of parallels before the game was even out. Lumera's name meaning light and Sombron's name meaning shadow, divine and fallen. But then you play the game and you find one more thing that they have in common. They both lost everything. In the final battle you find out that Sombron's people were killed and he was exiled to another world (aka Elyos). The difference is that Lumera found a new family in Alear and by the looks of it, moved on. While Sombron HAD someone at first, an Emblem from another world known as the Zero Emblem. Yet the Emblem vanished when Sombron was taken in by a village, and after that he decided to stay alone, pushing away people who genuinely cared for him like Veyle.

He's still obviously the villain. Even with that backstory, he hurt too many people, was willing to destroy a world just to get back to his own. Sombron killed his own kids because they were 'defects'. Because of his treatment, past Alear behaved like an emotionless puppet due to trauma and fear of being killed like his siblings. You can sympathise with a villain while still seeing them as the bad guy.

Same can be said for Zephia. She did so many horrible things, tried to erase the real Veyle, killed Marni, which honestly that scene brought tears to my eyes. When we learn her backstory, we find that she was also alone. She never got to know what Love really was until it was too late. Zephia wanted a family, a child, and she genuinely thought of the Hounds as her family. Hell in the scene where she and Griss were dying, she finds out that Griss truly saw her as a mother/sister. It does kinda make we wish that they could have joined us, but oh well.

Also glad that they actually gave an explanation as to why Alear and Veyle never turned into dragons. Past Alear gave their dragon stone to Veyle (which then breaks when Alear dies), and Veyle in a wake up event reveals that she buried her dragon stone. I would have liked to see how a Fell/Divine dragon hybrid would look like, however, as despite not being biologically related, Lumera giving her powers to Alear made them in part a Divine Dragon.

Then there's these little moments in the game that just makes it shine. Like meeting Fogado's retainers, aka Pandreo's hilarious reaction of 'Oh hey it's God... GOD!?'. King Morion (despite not lasting long) being revealed to absolutely loving both his kids was nice. I really thought that he wouldn't have been a good guy, but he was a sweetheart? I wish he lasted longer tho.

Honestly the whole Brodia fam is just great, I love them.

I like how if you get a game over during the final battle, you don't just get a game over screen, you get a bad ending. Alear loses their divine side, Veyle is under Sombron's control again and has Alear's emblem ring. Everyone dies. There's not really that many bad endings in FE games. At least as far as I'm aware? I mean there's the 'right' thing to do, finishing Grima off as Robin so that the Fell dragon's gone forever, choosing to side with neither Hoshido or Nohr to save everyone. But never an ending that straight up goes 'you fucked up big time'. Even Three Hopes, despite the fact that sure, recruiting Byleth is the 'right' decision, with the exception of Scarlet Blaze, there's no huge consequence for choosing to kill them (though the story just kinda... drops at the end so we never known what happens afterwards)

Granted it's a small scene and you get brought back to the fight soon after, but it's still really neat that they did that.

All in all I really enjoyed this game. It makes it abundantly clear that Engage was meant to be an anniversary title that got delayed. I can't wait for the next instalment which there's a 90% chance of being a Genealogy remake. We should find out about it in about 2-3 years since that seems to be the release pattern FE games have atm. Unless there's any delays.

I didn't get the DLC yet, but now I think I will. Just to see the side story we'll get and also to meet new Emblems/new Characters.

Oh and yes, I married Alfred.

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ravenwingdark · 6 months ago

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like fire, ice and explosions was soooooooooooooooooooooooo good. i… like... reading stories where shouto... loses his shit? he "deserves" that, you know what i mean? to go off the rails, either a little or a lot. he should be allowed to not be fucking okay! he should be allowed to have a reaction, and a messy reaction at that. i feel like he isn't actually allowed to do that though, in canon that is. maybe the mangaka thinks it's unnecessary but i don't think so, so i'm really glad for your story, for you letting him go through all of these feelings, for letting him react in a "messy" way. and i like how supportive is bakugou, and how bakugou he still is, like he's probably not the most comforting person ever, but maybe that's exactly why it works, with shouto at least. i wish we had had more characters reacting in "canon" to the part of dabi's speech about shouto instead of people only reacting to him as being related to dabi and all of that. i don't remember if there's even any comment about the quirk marriage thing? but, yeah, it's like people don't really say anything about what happened to shouto, even now that it's in the open and, okay, of course, shouto wouldn't want people to say anything, but like, it's weird that it doesn't happen. but anyway, that became a rant, i'm sorry, that was not what i was meaning to do.

i like pyrrhic victory too. i like the trio's dynamic in there very, very much, and the scenes of the rescue were so perfectly good. what i like the most is... probably how fitting is anamnesis's quirk to, like, shouto's entire life story? like, of fucking course that's the quirk of the person who kidnapped him, it's sort of poetic in the most disturbing way. pyrrich victory kind of makes me really depressed though. it's a whole new fucking trauma for him, and i'm not really seeing any "light at the end of the tunnel" for shouto, not at the moment anyway. it doesn't seem like shouto will ever be moderately okay again! i'm glad he slipped up in the latest published chapter and that bakugou noticed it and confronted him about that quickly and because it's bakugou i'm hoping he won't be fooled by however shouto tries to deflect from that, and then maybe there's hope yet, but i don't know. i'm not feeling that hopeful even with the "angst with a happy ending" tag. do you have the ending in mind already? how do you usually write? do you usually have everythingh planned, or you "go through the motions"?

haha thank you so much! you really touched on all the worldbuilding and inner conflict I wanted to explore in the series. Frankly, Hori just doesn’t have the time to dive so deep into every character that deserves it—mangakas have such strict schedules and a timeline they need to follow (or they may get relegated to Shounen Monthly), so a lot of the inner world of some of the secondary characters has to be implied. thats the joy of fanfic!

And yes, I do have everything in place for the ending, and almost all of it is written :) I know this ask is a bit older so maybe out of date, but at the 75% point of a story is usually the “Darkest Moment” where everything looks the worst.

In some ways, Shoto’s worse (suffering from new trauma, not trusting his own head) and in other ways he’s become more resilient—he’s got a very strong support system system, and he’s learning how to ask for help. He’s learned a lot from LFIE and the aftermath, learned to forgive Endeavor (as much as he can) and is trying to move past his trauma, though he’s 18 years old, and only a few years removed from that abuse, and def doesn’t have his life figured out

When I decided to write the sequel I did a bullet point list with each major development being numbered, then subsections. I believe it had 51 major plot moments. Since it’s a plotty casefic, I’ve pretty much adhered to The Plan with only adding extra details here and there. (Meanwhile, LFIE was seat of the pants)

And if you’re worried about a happy ending, just take a look at the title! Pyrrhic Victory—well, we’ve already gotten quite a bit of suffering, what’s left?

TYSM for such a kind, thoughtful comment, hope you enjoy the final stretch :)

#asks

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hyuckmov · 1 year ago

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hiii moon anon here i have a lot to say but first off: i've been analyzing the title song settle down and i've been listening to it over and over again and is the story gonna parallel the lyrics itself?? "and i don't seem to be having any effect now" like thats… oooh the angst is gonna be delicious. i hope you take this as a compliment when i say this but the whole fic takes me BACK to 2013-2015 YOU KNOW THAT ERA HAHAHA the tropes, the ambiance, the CHARACTERS!! side question: is mark or jisung gonna play bigger roles? or did they just act as plot devices for reader and haechans development. would not mind either way but given the concept of the story i can totally imagine reader coming back and just wreaking havoc on the band. sorry i love mess lol. maybe i'm delusional or maybe its the fact that it's haechan but it makes me more understanding of the character?? i trust you when you say that there's more to rockstar hc than meets the eye, and especially from his perspective it's pretty realistic that he has his guard up when it comes to really connecting with people, and we see his walls slowly crumbling down by the end too. and even in the earlier parts of the story i didn't expect him to have his sweet moments?? i honestly expected him to be worse but god him calling her PRINCESS has me on my knees i will defend reader's choices with my life because i'd do the same, i'd probably still go to the concert by the end she's so much stronger than me helppp (tho DISCLAIMER i would not be doing this for just any man its bc its haechan why i am easily swayed by the little things,,, just like reader), but i liked how she decided to take a step back this time, especially when at that point haechan is basically offering her what she has always wanted, but knowing his past actions it won't be truly easy to hang onto every word said. this is the culmination of every mixed signals and rejection that haechan gave her, and the build up to it is veryyy well done. also im still reeling from reading the fic i felt sooo many emotions and dk how to fully articulate it yet,, maybe i'll come back when i do. i even made a playlist of my own w songs that reminded me of the fic to help me move on (at least until pt 2 gets posted, cant wait tho!!)

MOON ANON.... when i say my jaw dropped.... my heart rate actually spiked i can't believe you wrote such a detailed review and theorized this makes me so happy especially since you basically inspired me with this idea !!!! giving you a huge hug rn 🫂🤍

omg ngl this fic encouraging people to listen to settle down makes me so happy because it's one of my favorite songs 😭 it makes me feel so honoured to know that you are analysing the lyrics and anticipating the plot like that really means so much to me !!! i definitely picked it because it had themes i wanted to explore throughout the song...but the lines kind of contain both hyucks and readers pov hehe so i'm excited to explore that in part 2

i take that as a DEFINITE COMPLIMENT i was so invested in that era it was so formative for me... hence a lot of the song choice in my playlist too... i don't know if i genuinely nailed the idea of rockstar in rockstar haechan (because truly...what is a rockstar...) but i did want to give it that 2013 band on tumblr vibe lmfao so i'm so glad you brought that up !!!!

AAAA the band still definitely continues to play a role... they have stuff to work out but i've thought about their characters a lot and i definitely want to show more of their opinions on haechan and reader (it wouldn't be a rockstar au without that). someone else i want to add in is jaemin because ngl reader needs someone purely on her side

i hope i'm not promising too much with haechan HAHA i'm not someone who likes to give too much backstory to characters so i'm just putting it out there: i'm not going to explain that he's this way becaue he was cheated on before or he had family problems etc. i just want it to be genuine layers of his character and personality that's put to the test (love making it hard for myself LOL)

i'm so relieved to know you still managed to feel for his character and appreciate the softer sides of him and a bit of his struggle... i was worried i promised a super terrible character with the preview and people would be disappointed he ended up being so gentle with reader 😅

and her standing him up at the end!!! i'm glad you thought it was justified but at the same time recognise she probably was going to...it really could go both ways and idk if i'm still going through with my original plot arc !!! we will see :)

this was already so articulate omg once i appreciate it sooo so so so much that you shared such a detailed review with me, it literally blows my mind and i will reread your ask again and again !!!! omg and if u want please share your playlist with me too!!! i want to see what songs there are that give him vibes ~~

thank you sm again...you are too nice to me ily!!!!

#moon anon #asks #fic: rockstar haechan #THIS IS STILL INSANE TO MEEE

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tinseltine · 1 year ago

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I realized this is JLaw‘s first official comedy – “Silver Linings Playbook” and “Joy” are each a dramedy. “Don’t Look Up” is funny, but its genre would be cautionary/Scifi. Lawrence was the comic relief in “American Hustle”, but again, a satire, not a broad comedy. I’m glad she finally found herself here.

The Blackening’s got the feel of Bodies Bodies Bodies, just not as clever. You can see the twist ending coming from a mile away. But as someone whose black card is always in threat of being revoked, due to having grown up on a constant diet of corny, white fare; I liked the irony of a board game of actual black cards, where each character has to answer culturally black trivia in order to stay alive! And yup, if I were playing, my black card would once again have been in jeopardy, cause for a number of the questions, I’d have been about as much help as I’d be in an escape room requiring math.

Overall I enjoyed the film and thought this fresh take on the Flashpoint event was creative. Just not as creative as the 2013 film, which still had meta-humans and heroes, with each of them in different roles than what they are in the traditional DC’s Earth-Prime version. For instance, Bruce Wayne was killed in the alley that famous night instead of his parents; turning his father into Batman and his mother into the Joker. Superman is captured and nowhere to be found. Cyborg is a resistance leader, giving America a fighting chance within a war between Aquaman’s Atlanteans and Wonder Woman’s Amazonians. Aquaman cheated on his wife Mera with Diana and it led to this major war.

Vibrant all the way around, story, visuals, characters! Although, I’ll admit, I got a little sleepy a few moments before we meet the super cool Spider-man named Hobie Brown, aka Spider-Punk voiced by Daniel Kaluuya, but that could have been due to the heaping portion of Chinese food I ate at the beginning of the movie. This Spider-Punk was my favorite spidey. Kauuya says he: put a lot of emphasis on what matters to the fans when it came to finding his superhero’s voice, so much so that when he first took on the role of Spider-Punk he listened to fan-made playlists dedicated to the character to understand how they saw him rather than choose to base him on any punk rock icons of the past.

Me and my sister came out of Disney’s Live Action The Little Mermaid smiling from ear to ear feeling as though it managed to capture and hold true to everything we loved about the animated original and at the same time, embracing the world of today with beautiful diversity. But then I read The New York Times review by Wesley Morris and he just makes me feel stupid for enjoying the movie. I suppose he has some salient points like “This new flesh-and-blood version is about a girl who’d like to withdraw her color from the family rainbow and sail off into “uncharted waters” with her white prince.” Also, although I loved Halle Bailey’s interpretation of Ariel, his review now makes me question, does she imbue varied enough facial expressions while mute?

The Mother explores themes of family, redemption and identity, as Lopez’s character (with no name) struggles to reconcile her past and present. It’s not a groundbreaking or original movie by any means. It borrows heavily from other action movies like “Taken”, “Salt” and “Atomic Blonde”. The plot is predictable, the villains are one-dimensional and the moments of warmth aren’t very moving. But it’s entertaining, and it’s JLo, so stream it!

I definitely feel GOTG3 has stronger beats than Ant-man Quantumania, but it’s still a little long and lacking a certain spark had by the prior 2 movies of this MCU franchise. I think we need to go back to keeping the films just under 2 hours. Infinity War and End Game each needed to be nearly 3 hours because of so many characters and major story arcs, but with these sequels, no matter how beloved the characters, there’s not enough to fill them. I love superhero movies and particularly the MCU, but lately I can always feel the point in which they should be wrapping up, yet there’s 40-45 minutes still to go.

THIS WAS TINSEL & TINE'S #MINIMOVIEREVIEW EXTRAVAGANZA #14 for complete content - https://tinseltine.com/minimoviereviewextravaganza14/

#movie reviews #superheroes #movie site #red carpet #guardians 3 #jennifer lopez #the blackening #the flash #disney #the little mermaid #film talk #movie lover #spider punk #no hard feelings #jennifer lawrence #MCU #DCEU

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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 days ago

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SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE I like slept through the past two days oops we anyways…

OOOOOOH that couples costume would be so cute!!!! Wait yuki WOULD definitely eat that up now we’ve fully established yukimira along with tabimira and miraeita wait on that note yukimira flows so well….its also only like one letter off from his actual name which makes sense LOL but truly meant to be

Crying born to be chronically online forced to touch grass but omg FEEL BETTER ngl I haven’t been feeling the best either maybe we’re just linked up like that….but in my head I’m imagining it being like a race between all your fics and which will finish first LMAO (specifically if you’ve seen those TikToks comparing like manga sales or like music streams and it’s like a moving bar chart kinda)

NO FRRRR cmon we just got the yuki nagi rin dorm additional time give us the Karasu Shidou otoya one please…..wait that’s genius if we get the “day before the match” compilation additional time PLEASE 8BIT PLEASEEE that would actually be such a smart way to do it!!! I can imagine they can format it kinda like that one s1 AT where they went through a day in the life at bllk showing the routine and all of team z soooo it’s time to Mira manifest this

Sae being red bean pink has me cackling you don’t even know but we’ve def talked abt this more too but fr where are the red themed characters….why are they allergic to it…….we have so many variations of pink and blue what happened??? Literally left out an entire primary color like

This is still so funny to me you really took “for the plot!” Literally LMAOOOO it’s funny how you word it like the otoya bfb is short LMFOASJA and I mean relatively next to karasus yet but that just had me thinking yk LOL but so true!! I like how you keep the wc flexible to match the plot rather than restrict it because then that can make pacing awk and I know some people do it to save time but I just find it more enjoyable when it’s not restrained like that

Wait that’s so true…..imagine if they did kyoani would be unstoppable…actually I wonder if it’s because they take their time and effort into making it quality that they don’t get signed to the ones with super fan bases so that they can churn out the anime production out super fast to boost sales and whatnot ugh (LMAOO honestly almost every work has its sus moments unfortunately I’ve learned to kinda just filter it out atp if it’s not something super egregious)

HASHAHAH Rin not knowing only he got hit by Shidou and thinking everyone else must be here too is actually hilarious wait imagine if he thinks since he’s in yukis body yuki must be in his doppelgänger and he just spends an embarrassing amount of time looking for himself/yuki trying to figure out why he didn’t get transported into his own body im crying and YUKI KARASU BEEF AGAIN LMAOOO it’s not a miraverse work without that one sided beef

The aegislash arc is actually so original and hilarious your mind is truly a different breed for that I can’t wait to read that arc LMAOO

OMG IKR??? 8BIT did yuki WONDERS he’s GORGEOUS???? Also wait is it just me I thought the animation looked a little bit smoother this time too (Karasu mistreatment smh need some justice for our king) ok but also the additional time yuki was SO. FINE??? Apparently 8BIT loves eitaken

WAITTTT HOW DID WE NOT THINK OF YUKI SHDHSKSH we did him dirty ok but if you actually do decide to repurpose that fic….yukis time to shine….after your reqs and pursuit and oaeu….

AUAHSHA HAPPY TO BE OF SERVICE O777 im ngl i think you’re one of the first writers I’ve actually sent a req to before that i fr was exclusively a lurker but im so glad i decided to send that in LMAOO

- Karasu anon

AHAHA NO WORRIESSS i also took a second to respond i’m sorry LMAO i’ve been busy with some blog maintenance (aka coming up with character specific masterlists because i was about to run out of links on my main masterlist and i just wanted to make the specific masterlists before it got too overwhelming…as it is it took me a while to do)

yukimira is such a perfect ship name HAHAHA we have been meant to be since the start basically…no because him in the revenge of the sith anakin costume would EATTT the hair and everything is so perfect he would look amazing literally number one couple’s costume oat for number one couple oat /j omg wait what would the miraeita costume be…LOWKEY HEAR ME OUT shriek and fiona SDKLJFHSDKHJ i think he would eat that up i haven’t actually watched shrek but i just think that he would find that funny (or lowkey he would probably make us go as naruto characters or smth but i haven’t watched naruto either so i couldn’t tell you who) also i was thinking you know what would be a hilarious nagimira costume is gojo and geto because i have dark hair so i could be geto pretty easily and all nagi would have to do would be wear a pair of glasses and black clothes to be gojo so he would definitely be okay with it SKLDJHFS it would be perfect actually

LMAOOOO PLEASE we’re so synced up that we even get sick at the same time i love that for us…please that’s literally the feeling i have rn like i have no idea what’s going to get posted atp it’s torturous ugh but hopefully something soon…hopefully…

YEAHH and we also had the “anri daily schedule” one so there’s def a precedent for that kind of thing we could def get smth like that!! pls i wonder if next episode is the one shidou gets electrocuted (insane sentence to be about a soccer animanga) because if it is we’ll probably get a shidou centric additional time but we could def have otoya and karasu featuring in it!! kinda like how rin featured in the yukinagi one

SAE’S HAIR REMINDS ME OF KIDNEY BEANS SORRYYYY LMAOAOA but yeah i think we have mentioned it before i guess maybe they want to make barou really stand out?? can’t say i’m complaining i do kinda love how distinctive barou’s aura is compared to everyone else it fits with his personality…like there’s no guesswork when he comes on the field you see the red and hear the lion and it’s like yup barou is here to fuck shit up

KSDJHFSDKJ okay the otoya version isn’t SHORT but it is a third of the length of karasu’s version so comparatively it is…yeah i try to let the plot drive my word count (as well as the characters in the sense that a character like kaiser will need a higher word count to feel believable being in love whereas isagi you can write as a simp and it’s like yeah ok he’s just like that) i think the only time i’ve cut myself off is the kiyora one shot i did?? mostly because i didn’t want to keep writing when i wasn’t sure if that was what they wanted from me given that it was a request and i had no idea if i was writing kiyora right (speaking of which though i recently followed someone back and saw an ask on their page that they had answered back in september of someone recommending my kiyora fic to them because they wanted to read a kiyora fic and according to the anon mine captured his character really well i was fr blushing and shit when i saw that LMAOAOA like awww me 🥹⁉️ i was literally just making it up too because i wrote the whole thing before he came out in pwc so it was like doubly validating

i do think that’s a part of it like they’re not trying to please people or go on crazy deadlines so they can focus on quality over quantity SKFHS but agreed almost everything has sus stuff at this point i also just filter it out mentally as long as it’s not horrible (i refuse to watch shows where the women are drawn rlly weird though like i won’t ever watch one piece because WHY are the girls drawn like that)

THE YUKI KARASU ONE SIDED BEEF IS SO FUNNY TO ME i think it’s crazy how it always naturally pops up in all of my work but there’s lowkey zero canon basis?? in the sense that they’re buddies in the show karasu has ZERO beef with him…okay wait this is kinda unrelated but smth that i just thought of is like why IS otoya karasu’s duo partner?? i feel like yukimiya fits way better with him when you look at them objectively and even in terms of play styles the two of them would probably have really good chemistry…anyways obviously i understand tabieita but now i’m like huh i can’t believe karasu isn’t better friends with yuki 🤔 we hardly ever see them interacting i feel like it’s kinda implied that yukimiya was doing his own thing even when he joined them in the second selection (plus he was probably the last to join them knowing him) and even during/after third selection he doesn’t really talk to karasu or otoya at ALL…in shibuya we see him hanging out with isagi and reo more?? and for some reason karasu is with nagi the most??? very random anyways no idea why it’s like that but okay here’s two alternate trios i’d propose: tabishoken (karasu barou yukimiya) and bachira + shidou + otoya (can’t think of a good name for them) i think the vibes there are way more congruent somehow…toss reo in with the first group and give the second group like aryu or smth and you have some MAGICAL combos imo

THE AEGISLASH ARC IS SO INSANE ACTUALLY like when you think about it why are nagi and y/n in their hollyhock rin itoshi era just randomly in the middle of a pokémon fic LMAOOO people might be confused but it happens so late in pursuit that atp they’ll be too invested to leave

ADDITIONAL TIME YUKI WAS SO GORGEOUS actually yukimiya in general definitely stole the show (and GOOD FOR HIM glad to have smth to distract from the typical nagireo bs going on) i do think the animation was better also speaking of which can we discuss igaguri’s random rin fantasy?? AND SHIDOU TOO omg idk why but shidou yelling at igaguri who was in the middle of daydreaming about rin lowkey made me LOVE HIM like he’s so funny (more in an aiku way though and i mean aiku in the early days of the oaeu not aiku now…like he’s a problematic ride-or-die bestie to me who beats up the men that bother me not a character i’m interested in ☝🏻 he sets me up with his magnificent glorious pxg teammate karasu…i tolerate sae long enough to drop in a good word about shidou…that kind of vibe yk)

YUKIMIYA IS LITERALLY PERFECT FOR IT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW WE DIDN’T THINK OF HIM the build he has (plus one v one emperor is so knightly like i said) the devotion and seriousness/maturity but also the lowkey sass?? if i repurpose the fic he’ll be replacing a slightly older/more mature megumi and honestly i think he could pull it off very very well probably better than anyone else in bllk 😩 barou could replace todo who’s another guard (i’ve always said they’re congruent), otoya could replace duke inumaki, karasu could replace yuta (yet another guard) uhhh chris prince could replace prince gojo?? LMAO haha get it…prince…anyways yeah if only i didn’t have sm on my plate the way that that list doesn’t even include hollyhock and peregrine #rip

AWWW I’M GLAD I COULD FREE YOU FROM LURKER STATUS AS WELL no fr i’m so happy you decided to send that req in who would’ve thought we’d end up talking so much just based on that 😭 truly the gift that keeps on giving

#answered asks

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https://twitter.com/smoldejuns/status/1706302164061262004?s=19

ASS HOLE KUN? KUN WITH ASS HOLE JEANS?! LOWER ASS CHEEK?!

i do think holes in jeans like right below the ass cheeks is really cute (especially on girls 🫣🤪) and thats what i thought this was gonna be cause i read the tweet before looking at the images but the way people are like SIR WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES when its just the back of his thigh is really funny to me. the gentle teasing reminds me of marks "not-ripped" white pants as well lmao

also NO we are not tired of the stargazing dates they're so romantic and sweet and genuine i feel very strongly about this

also i do agree now thinking about it that dryad hyuck would be so tired after strawbs sunday woo and pupsick jeno AND tdhea jisung that the moment y/n or sungchan even TRY pretending to be oblivious hyuck is pulling out a gun

also “there’s so little literature on half-werewolves, it’s a fascinating opportunity to get hands-on experience and research— hey taro why are you running away i haven’t even told you about my thesis question yet” has me CACKLING omg. theres so many opportunities with mcs student characters and their magic s/os for them to have the most uncomfortable conversations about their s/os "anatomy😏😏😏" under the guise of education with their friends. or for like drmagic, i just thought of renjun straight up sniffing reader to see if he can smell any salt or fishiness (like when renjun sniffed jeno and asked if he put on a new cologne and jeno went "its the scent of my flesh" or that other time renjun sniffed hyuck and asked if he had samgyeopsal) and reader being really fucking offended by it (cause rival dynamics yaknow) and slapping him for girlboss reasons

im also really excited for phantasmagorical now that youve been hyping it up! no hurry of course but i didnt know what to expect from the short description in your masterlist. that and the fact that ive buried myself face first into the strawbs sunday universe for the past 2 months

im so glad i made you laugh with my loserboy sungchan impression! i hope you're having a good day lovely!!!!!

-✨anon

not my mans whorin himself out out here and then being offended when we notice 😭😭 like bestie what did you expect when u posed like that in those pants and posted it for NCTZENS(WEISHENNIES). also my eye is twitching rn btw . having a not fine and so unchill time in my office at work currently looking at this pic. u send this to me and expect me to??? send emails after this??????

also ur "especially on girls 🤪" a fellow women enjoyer i see 😌💅

n there's somethin abt stargazing dates that just get me ok 🤧 like wanting to share the universe w someone 🤧🤧 makes me bawl like a baby idk what to say 🤧🤧🤧

and not renjun just sniffing all of his friends constantly 😭😭 he keeps track of the lunar cycle in his phone for jeno but one day pupsick mc is out of town so jeno was seeking out head scratches from other sources n renjun gets a sniff in and is like???? ur woodsy already?? but the full moon isnt for another week? and jeno is like "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF ME" (in reality jeno was laying on renjun's lap but yknow) but rlly jeno was just angsty from missing pupsick mc so it was moving his pre-shift up (pupsick mc comes back in a couple days so the guys dont have to deal w a pupsick jeno again, thank god)

strawbsunday universe renjun confirmed weirdo but nobody is surprised. also. he would kind of be into it if dr.magic reader slapped him im not sorry that IS canon

and i DO need to update that description of phantasmagorical on my mlist now that i've got a better handle on the plot than before lmao

im having a great day, i hope u r too b <33

#answered #✨️ anon #talk #text #mine #fb #f: changer #f: dr_magic2303 #au: strawberry sunday #f: pupsick #strawberry sunday: meta #f: buzzer beater

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mattrcbert · 1 month ago

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Matt couldn't help but grin, he felt better now that he could sense the tension slowly more at ease. This, this lighthearted back-and-forth, was what he'd missed. Her laugh, the way she teased him, how they could dance around heavier topics without getting lost in them. Maybe they were actually going to be okay. "Bluffing? Me?" He raised his hands in mock offense, chuckling. "You wound me, V. But I guess I deserve that for keeping you waiting all this time. Just you wait, you'll be blown away by my culinary genius. I'm talking Michelin star level." His grin widened as he crossed his arms, meeting her gaze. There was something reassuring in the normalcy of this moment. No longer weighed down by the awkwardness that had threatened to pull them under earlier. It felt good, really good. Like they could actually move forward without constantly looking back. "I'll even let you pick the dish for my grand debut," he added, his tone teasing. He smiled, his gaze lingering on her a second longer, glad to see that spark in her eyes again.

When he looked into Vanessa's eyes he could see the same fears he had been wrestling with for days reflected right back at him. It was comforting, in a way, to know they were on the same page, but it also made everything feel more fragile. "I completely understand where you're coming from," Matt said quietly, pushing his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the counter. "I've been scared too, scared that what happened that night would change us in ways we couldn't come back from. Like there'd always be this line drawn between who we were and who we are now." Matt paused, his gaze meeting hers again, more serious this time around. "I want to believe we can get past it. That we're still… us, and hopefully that one time can be a drunk story to laugh about in days to come." He let out a small, almost nervous laugh. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, the actor had high hopes, he knew that. But he also knew if both of them wanted this, it could be possible that they found the way back.

Matt chuckled at her suggestion. There was something about the way Vanessa could lighten even the heaviest moments that made him feel like they could navigate this, like they always had. He shook his head, smiling big. "Yeah," he agreed, the playfulness in her voice helping him relax a little more, which he appreciated in moments like these. "I love how you put it, our 'plot twist’… and, like all good twists, the story goes on, right? It doesn't end with it." Her mock-serious tone, combined with that playful eyebrow raise, had him grinning wider than he'd allowed himself to all night. He let out a sigh, "Actual beers? I mean, we might be tempting fate here," he teased, a smile creeping across his face. "But we sure can handle it, we're that good after all, or fabulous as you so intelligently put it." He cracked open his beer, meeting her gaze with a smile that felt more genuine than it'd been all night. "Plus, non-alcoholic beers are an insult to us Brits, don't you think?"

Vanessa chuckled softly, her heart warming at their banter. As she raised an eyebrow playfully, she felt a spark of joy flicker within her. “I’ll have you know, my smoke alarm and I have a perfectly functional relationship—it only goes off when I’m feeling particularly ambitious in the kitchen. But really, I’m just biding my time for your grand culinary debut. I mean, if you’re going to promise me mind-blowing cuisine, it better be something spectacular.” Perhaps this easy laughter was a sign that they were finding their way back to normal, that the awkwardness between them was beginning to mend. For a moment, she let herself imagine a future where their friendship wasn’t just a memory but a vibrant part of her life again. "See, you keep saying 'one day,' but I’m starting to wonder if that day will ever arrive. Are you just bluffing at this point?" Vanessa teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she arched an eyebrow, locking her gaze onto his with a mix of amusement and challenge.

Vanessa held his gaze, feeling the gravity of his words settle between them like a thick fog. It was a strange blend of relief and anxiety, a flicker of hope lighting up her heart even as a knot twisted in her stomach. Hearing him articulate the fear of losing their friendship echoed her own sentiments, and it brought a warmth to her chest that she hadn’t realised she craved. “You know, I’ve been terrified that one silly mistake would send us spiralling apart, that it would shatter everything we’ve built over the years,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. It felt freeing to finally voice her fear, but there was an edge of vulnerability that made her heart race. “Every time I thought about it, I kept imagining us as these two versions of ourselves—before and after. It felt like a weight I couldn’t shake off. But now that we're having this conversation....it feels like maybe there’s a chance for us to reclaim what we had.” She paused, her thoughts swirling with memories of their shared laughter, the late-night chats, and the little moments that had stitched their lives together.

Vanessa’s heart raced a little; there was something about the way he met her gaze that made her feel as though they were finally peeling back the layers of awkwardness that had encased them. His words echoed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with relief. “Right, pretending never really was our style, was it?” she replied, a teasing glimmer dancing in her eyes. “Okay, so how about this? We acknowledge the mishap, give it a cheeky wink, and then decide we’re too fabulous to let it derail our dynamic,” she suggested, her voice taking on a mock-serious tone as she raised an eyebrow playfully. “It’s like a plot twist in a movie—absolutely essential for character development. We can’t be a classic without some drama, after all.” As she spoke, a warmth spread through her, not just from the idea of moving forward but from the connection rekindling between them. The weight of uncertainty began to lift, replaced by an adventurous spirit. "How about we drink actual beers now? I'm sure there still some willpower left in us."

#para: vanessa kirby.

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its-ya-boi-autumn · 3 years ago

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Hi, so do you feel comfortable with doing a Kurapika smut where Kurapika finds out the reader (fem reader) is like vv stressed from whatever (work, helping Kurapika hunt down the fantom troupe, ext.) and decides to help her out? And can Kurapika have an overstimulation kink, and a stomach bulge kink? Ik it’s sort of specific, but can you a sprinkle in a generous amount of neck kisses? Thanks-

you can call me lovengie🍒

Of course I can Love~ I've been waiting for a request for ages, glad you sent one in!~ I'm feeling a little better for the time being so if anyone wants to send in a request I'd be happy to take some~ (especially the cute fluffy ones~) This one's a doozy, might of gotten a little carried away with writing it, hopefully it's up to your standards~

Edit: tell my why the fuck I just realized that when I put this into google docs to check the word count it was 8 fucking pages-

Word Count: 4190 (oh yeah definitely got carried away-)

Warnings: F! Reader, giving dom Kurapika, sensitive receiving sub reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, stomach bulge, slight impact play (spanked like once or twice), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, cockwarming near the end, slight angst (maybe), unprotected sex (please don't repeat ;-;), there's a bit of plot at the beginning but not much~

You began to become tired, hungry, and cold over the past few days. Kurapika was relentless, not even offering any sort of relaxation due to his need for revenge. Your energy was depleting and therefore your power was growing useless to him. Soon this anxiety took its toll on you and your agitation was only growing with the stress.

You'd managed to get him to stop for the night, cooped up in a small hotel room close by to where the phantom troupe was supposedly keeping quarters. You knew why he was being like this, why all of this mattered so much, but at the same time you started to wonder if it was actually worth it. After all, he may of been strong but just the two of you running after them by yourselves wouldn't be enough.

"Hey Kurapika," you started, ripping a brush through your wet hair, "do you think we could relax for a few days?" you already knew the answer, but you figured it wouldn't hurt to ask him.

"Are you crazy? Of course not, they're so close we've gotta keep moving y/n." the response was a guarantee, though you weren't quite discouraged.

"Hey, I'm not gonna be able to fight well at all if I'm this tired all the time. I can't even get to full powered nen because of this." the argument was futile despite the fact that it made perfect sense. Though nothing was going to make any sense to him so long as the troupe was within his grasp. The boy clenched his teeth, jaw tensing. Now you'd done it, but you didn't care. You knew your point made sense and you weren't just going to submit to this anymore.

"We can't sit here and argue about this. You're lucky I made this pit stop. This is all because you're acting weak-"

"Look, I know you want to keep moving and we can, but I need to sit for a few days."

"They'll be gone in a few days-"

"No they won't! They don't have anything they need. They're literally just down the way even if we stay right here, they'll still be there." You cut him off, pushing for your side of the argument. He stood from the window sill, facing you.

"If you wanna quit and leave then go ahead but I'm not going to let them sit in peace! I have no time for babysitting!" his voice had risen to quite a degree, almost frightening you if it hadn't been for the adrenaline already coursing through your body. The words still stung a little. Did he really find you that much of a burden?

You actually considered it for a moment, leaving. You knew that you couldn't really do this, keeping up with him and then fighting off an entire gang of powerful nen users? There was just no way. Not unless you got some rest for a few days. You inhaled.

"I'm not going anywhere," you set the brush down and zipped up the luggage bag you'd been carrying, "but if I don't get some sort of rest or replenish my energy enough I'm not going to be able to help you. So maybe it is better if you just go." you finished the sentence with laying down and turning over. Kurapika grit his teeth, turning back to face the window.

Later on in the night, he still hadn't slept. You never felt the weight of his body next to yours nor did he offer you any sort of comfort, too preoccupied in his own head as always. You thought to yourself that he really should relax. You couldn't sleep either however, too focused on what he'd said earlier that night. That he was babysitting. You didn't cry, but the words definitely hurt more than you'd of liked to admit. Again, the thoughts of simply leaving the job to him was floating in your brain, but you knew he wouldn't make it on his own. No matter what he said or how confident or driven he may have been. He'd need support. You'd give that to him, after all he was your boyfriend. It'd be the end of the relationship if you left, not just the mission alone.

Finally, after some dead hours in the night, the bed shifted as if someone laid next to you. Kurapika was finally going to sleep. You let out another sigh, relieved that he'd take the time to rest though knowing he'd likely get up extra early in the morning.

"Hey," his voice sounded groggy, "y/n?" the urge to ignore him kept you silent for a few moments, not quite ready to speak with him again.

"I know you're awake." he tried again, this time mocking comfort with a hand at your side. Kurapika gave your side a light squeeze, causing you to wriggle at the ticklish sensation. You let out a quick breath, throwing his hand off of you only for him to gently place it back. It moved up and down your waistline in attempt to soothe a false ache.

"About what I said earlier..." he kept his tone low, the feeling of his breathe on your neck gave you chills. You turned over, eyes meeting his. He looked so tired, bags hanging heavy under his eyes as they drooped in a similar fashion. You averted your gaze down to his chest, about to flip back over to fall asleep. He stopped you, keeping you facing him.

"I'm really sorry y/n. I guess I should've thought about you as well." hearing him say it flipped a switch in your brain.

"Thank you, I appreciate that." you whispered back to him, really just too tired to speak at the moment. Again when you tried to flip onto your other side he stopped you.

"Come here." the command sent another flurry of shivers through your back. You remained still as he closed in on you. Hip lips met yours for a brief moment, only enough to send blood rushing to your cheeks. That was definitely unexpected. Kurapika did it once more, then moved down to your cheek and jawline, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below your ear. Your breathing accelerated slightly, your chest flushing at the contact. The hand on your waist moved across your stomach, drawing circles with his palm around your belly button.

"I apologize for my outburst, again I hope I didn't hurt you." he spoke through kisses, peppering the side and front of your neck, nibbling here and there near your collarbone. The circles on your stomach stopped only for him to move up and down, teasing your skin with tingles and subtle shockwaves both downward and upwards. You could feel your nipples perk beneath the thin fabric of the shirt and your panties moisten a little through your pajama pants.

"I didn't mean it like that." he apologized yet again, shifting to be on top of you. Kurapika's hand moved higher and higher until finally his fingertips brushed against one of your breasts. His head moved to the other side of your neck, sucking lightly on the skin there as well. Fingers tugged at your nipple, causing a gasp to leave your open mouth. He rolled the bud between his fingers before tugging on it again. You felt your back arch into his touch, begging for more.

"Does that feel better?" he asked, speaking directly into your ear. You nodded, your hands holding onto his shirt.

"Answer me y/n." he pulled on your nipple harder this time, a small whine leaving your lips.

"Yes, it feels really nice." you gave a short and simple reply which was all he needed. Kurapika lifted your shirt enough for your tits to fall out nicely.

"Beautiful." he mumbled more to himself than to you, though his praise turned you on more than you thought it might. It had been a long while since he'd touched you and you weren't going to stop him now. He gave you light kisses on your chest, leaving marks there rather than on your neck. No one would be able to notice them but you'd feel them the next day. You'd wished he'd hurry up already and give it to you, but he wouldn't be in any rush. Despite his temper, Kurapika preferred to go slow with you. Watching you writhe and beg beneath him made him feel things he never experienced often enough.

"Stay still y/n, I don't want to accidentally hurt you." he gave you another order, one you'd likely fail to fulfill with all of the teasing he provided. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples, ripples of pleasure being sent immediately to your lower regions. You tried your best to lay still but you shouldn't help the shaking of your legs around his body. His free hand roamed the other side of your chest, occasionally running against the other nipple and tweaking it every now and then. The feeling made your eyes heavy though your body responded with surges of energy, stiff and arched underneath him. Your hands gripped his shirt sleeves tightly, eyes rolled back.

"That's it, you're doing so good." he kissed your chest again before coming face to face with you, giving you a short break to recollect your senses. His hands ran down your body to the hem of your pants and the back up to give your tits a delicate squeeze. Kurapika looked down upon you with a loving gaze as he repeated this action several times. Finally you'd had enough, gripping his wrists and staring back up at him.

"Kurapika please," you started, suddenly shy at the prospect of asking for what you wanted.

"What is it y/n?" he replied, his voice almost a whisper.

"Will you prep me, please?" you forced yourself to say the words as politely as possible without stuttering, voice shaky. He smiled at that, glad you managed to speak up for yourself.

"Of course, since you asked so kindly." he let go of your breasts, moving his hands back down to your pants again. The chill air rushed to meet your skin, goosebumps scattering along it's soft surface. His hands move back up your thighs to its apex, stopping right before your panty line. Though it was dark, he still managed to catch sight of the little wet patch stained on the fabric.

Still shaking slightly you gave him a whine, a signal to make some sort of move. His eyes met yours again, waiting. He wanted you to ask again.

"Please, touch me." you asked softly, the shame painting your cheeks and bright pink again. Not stuttering was harder than you'd thought, what with the coolness of the room and your boyfriends hands roaming your body over and over.

"Where?" the one word alone nearly made you cry out had it not been for the thin walls of your vacated room. Your fingers grasped at the pillow beneath your head as you closed your eyes. You didn't want to say it but you knew he wouldn't do anything you wanted if you didn't ask.

"M-my um..."

"Hmm?" he pushed his hands up higher, pressing faintly against the lips of your pussy. The pressure made you tense for a second.

"Touch my clit please." You were quiet about it though he didn't push you, opting to remove both hands from your thighs. Before you could complain however a soft influx prodded at your sensitive bundle of nerves beneath your panties. You felt a shudder run through you as his thumb rubbed circles over your clothed clit. Your hips raised slightly in momentum to gain more friction.

"Hey, what did I say earlier?" he questioned, stopping his ministrations.

"Sorry, it just feels really good."

"I know y/n, but if you don't listen then I'll stop." he prompted, making you shake your head.

"Please don't stop!" you didn't even think about the words before they left your mouth, too trained on the feeling of his thumb against your now throbbing bud.

"Are you going to listen to me then?"

"Yes." you gave a short breathed reply before he continued. Your head fell back onto the pillow, one of your own hands playing with your nipple for added pleasure. Your thighs began shaking again and your legs raised a little, giving him more access he didn't yet need. His thumb dipped down to tease the hole you desperately needed him to fill for you, emitting a quiet moan from you.

"Do you want these off y/n?"

"Yes please." you answered without hesitation.

"Then take them off for me." he gave another order, removing himself from your body to watch. Now that you'd been riled up enough, you weren't as coy about getting off. Quickly you discarded of your undergarment and opened your legs back up. The throbbing sensation returned with the onset of the air on your now wet pussy.

"Good girl." he praised you again. You felt a tiny droplet drip down your slit onto the sheets below. Your hands kneaded your breasts in wait for him.

"What do you want?"

"I'll take whatever you give me." the words were awfully bold of you, both of you knew that. Though there was no taking them back. Kurapika gave you a smirk before crawling back up to you. His head came back down to your ear.

"Are you sure about that one y/n?" he gave the shell of your ear a lick as his hand cupped the outside of your core.

"Yes. Absolutely positive." that was a straight up lie though you needed him to do something. You jerked your hips up for some added encouragement. He finally took that as his signal and drove two fingers into your entrance. The intrusion caused you to tense up again, squeezing his fingers tightly.

"Relax, it's alright." he cooed at you, offering shallow thrusts to your already fluttering walls. One of your hands grabbed at his wrist for something to hold onto while the other reached up under the pillow and practically white knuckled on the case. Kurapika's digits pressed and prodded at the spongy surface on the top wall of your inner workings, sending the shakes through your thighs to your knees. Your eyes fell closed as you let the pleasure wash over your bottom half.

"Is that better?" he gave you another kiss on the neck while you nodded.

"Yes, yes right there please-" you uttered the words breathlessly. Though Kurapika held the same pace, not speeding up nor slowing down despite your pleads. The steady rhythm dragged you closer and closer to your release, though it wasn't enough to push you over. You let out a strained whine, opening your eyes to glance up at him.

"Faster please-" you tried to ask nicely, hoping he'd relieve you here and now. Though your prayer was not answered and he continued his steady pace inside of you.

"Kurapika-"

"Hush." he shut you up with a kiss to your cheek before slowing down. A cry rumbled in your throat, more than pissed at his motives whatever they were. Since you continued to whine he decided to pull his fingers from you entirely.

"No, why!" Your hole clenched around nothing as he sat up in front of you. He didn't give you a verbal answer, thinking you already knew why he retracted.

"I'm sorry, please..." you gave another attempt. A light but firm smack was planted on your inner thigh, close to where your pussy was soaking. The assault surprised you. He'd never hit you before and you weren't quite sure if you liked it. The warmth of his skin burned as he soothed the area.

"I-I'll listen, I will, Kurapika." you offered again, widening your legs for him to enter again. He let out a huff, delving back against your core. His finger ran up your slit once. Twice. Three times. Another slap was delivered to your other thigh for good measure, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure. The shock sent a tickle to your pussy again, shown by the leakage on the sheets.

His hands lifted your thighs up, pushing your legs back against your stomach. His grip was rigid on your plush thighs, keeping them in place while he leaned down. Your eyes widened, thanking him over and over in your head. He didn't even try to tease you, his tongue slicking over your clit repeatedly. Your hands reached down to hold his as they made craters in your skin. You couldn't help the whiny moans and curses that the filled the room. Your legs lifted a little for more, opening you up so his tongue could reach inside your tight walls.

Kurapika moved up again to focus his attention on your little bundle of nerves, sucking and lapping at the twitching bud. Your hands reached between your legs to hold his face still, signaling by your growing voice and shaking legs that you were about to come. He didn't try stop you from rocking your hips against his face. The vibrations of your nerves being sent into near shock shook you quite literally to the edge.

In no time you could feel the twist in your stomach come undone, your hands flying up to grab the headrest for something to hang on to. Tears pricked at your eyes at the utter experience of your high. Kurapika came up from your pussy, wiping his face before his hands came back down to your waist.

"Good girl, did that feel nice?"

"Ye-yes-" you replied, hands and legs still quaking. Before you could even really register your come down, you felt yourself flip over. Kurapika disacred his shirt and pulled his pants down just enough for his semi-hard cock to free itself. You had no idea how he wasn't bulging at the seams but that was possibly due to the fact that you'd been the one receiving all of the pleasure, not the other way around.

"Kurapika, do you want-"

"No, it's alright." he cut you off yet again, running his hand along the length. He held your hips up before rubbing his length against your still sensitive clit. You gasped, entwining your fingers with the sheets once more.

"You think you can come for me again, y/n?" he asked, leaning down as he still ran his hardening dick along you slit.

"Maybe..." you weren't actually sure. Considering you just came rather hard just mere moments ago.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes." you did, if only for him. He hummed, sliding the tip around your hole. You clenched, possibly not quite ready to take him.

"Touch yourself, maybe it'll help you relax." he proposed. Your hand wasted no time in reaching down to run the pads of your fingers along your still hard clit. The direct stimulation was overwhelming but you egged yourself on to open up some more. Kurapika watched your hand work against your pussy, his eyes trained completely on the sight.

"Keep going, that's a good girl." he rubbed along the backs of your thighs, adding to the already building tension. He didn't tell you to do so but you dipped your fingers into yourself anyways, letting out a whimper at the feeling. You heard the sharp intake of breath behind you as he watched, turning you on even more. You didn't delve very deep, wanting to feel the full stretch of his cock, but you allowed yourself to stretch enough to take him in at least from the tip. Kurapika quickly moved your hand out of the way before pinning it to your back.

"That's enough, I think you'll be fine." the strain on your shoulder hurt a little more than you'd of liked it to, though you were distracted by the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance. You let out a short cry of pain as he pushed into you, not even allowing you to adjust until he was buried to hilt inside of you.

"Is that was you wanted y/n?" he gave a shallow thrust against your cervix.

"Yes~" the answer came out song-like, your voice lifting to a melodic tone.

"Stay still." he gave the order before his free hand came down onto your hip, keeping you in place while he pulled back out. He didn't immediately set a quick pace like you expected, instead going for something deeper, slower. He wanted you to feel every inch of his cock move inside of that tight little pussy of yours. And that you did. The head kissed your cervix every now and then, jolting through your body at every push against it. He picked up his pace some, now hitting against the back of your core with every thrust.

The pressure started to build again near the bottom of your stomach. Kurapika kept this steady rhythm for a bit longer than you'd of liked before stopping entirely. It was fairly obvious that he was close, said by the throbbing of his shaft against your walls. You didn't think much about begging before you fucked yourself onto him, throwing your hips back as quickly as you could manage. He didn't move, letting you do the work for the time being. His hand left your hip and smoothed down your side, stopping at your stomach and letting out a gasp.

He practically ripped himself from you, Turning you over onto your back and shoving himself back inside with no warning. Kurapika covered your mouth to quiet the shout you let out at the harsh sting.

"Shh, it's alright." he rubbed his thumb against your clit again as a distraction from the pain, which quickly faded. He sat up, staring down at your stomach.

"Aw would you look at that~" he teased, tracing an outline on your tummy. You sat up on your elbows, eyeing the obvious bulge in your stomach.

"Oh fuck..." you couldn't help but clench at the sight. It was no wonder you felt so full. He sucked in air through his teeth at the shift in your pussy.

"Do it again." he ordered, thrusting into you again. You did as you were told, clamping down on his cock deliciously. His breathing started to become labored, continuing to swing his hips into you faster and faster it seemed. You laid back against the mattress again, your hand feeling the way his dick bulged against your stomach. His own hand spread over yours, pushing down onto your belly button for added pleasure.

Curses began leaving his lips as both of you reached closer to your climax again. You bit your lip, trying to avoid screaming as the head of his dick scraped against the sweet spot inside of you. You swung your legs over his shoulders, taking him deeper than you thought you could. In turn this new position allowed Kurapika to slam against your g spot more than you could handle. The overwhelming sensation made you take your legs off his shoulders to ease it up a bit, though his hand left your stomach to hold your legs up, keeping you open for him. The action sent you barreling over the edge, more than enough stimulation to finish you. You could feel yourself cream over his cock enough to ruin the hotel bedding. A part of you almost felt bad for whoever would have to clean that in the morning...

Kurapika continued, his pace slowing and becoming sporadic. His fingers dug into your thigh, bruising the delicate skin there. You'd hoped he's stop soon, once again the overstimulation enough to make you pass out.

"Where." his tone was hurried.

"In, it's okay-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence before Kurapika stilled inside of you, his face coming down to yours and kissing you. His thrusts became shallow and rushed, his energy spent. He held your face in his hands while he stilled again, not removing himself and instead laying on top of you.

Both of you lay sweaty and tired, though he kept his lips attached to yours for a few minutes longer. Kurapika sat up on his elbows to look at you.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." his voice was soft again, his teeth nipping at his lip nervously. You shook your head.

"It's fine, I'm sure I'll be alright in the morning-"

"No," he stopped you, "I meant earlier." you had forgotten all about that.

"Oh..."

"You're not a burden, I'm glad you're here with me. You can go home though if you like. I'm sorry for not thinking of you like I should of been."

"No, I'll stay. I wouldn't want you to fight them alone. Let's just rest for a little first okay?" you offered, running your hand along his cheek. He nodded, laying back down on your body.

"Are you going to pull out?" you asked, suddenly aware of the softening shaft still buried inside of you.

"I think I'll just stay here for the night." he chuckled, arms wrapping around you.

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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