#in fact I'm not even sure why it didn't occur to me earlier

[chronosdawn]

I'm sure someone must have come up with this idea before but I have just been struck with the sudden thought of Hades!Wriothesley x Persephone!Reader.

[ainywanie]

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა OF LOVE AND DREAMS

synopsis: or, in which a stressed out and overwhelmed kenji sato eats takeout with you and slow burn occurs.

requested by; anon / requests are open!

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ⁠(⁠^⁠O⁠^⁠)⁠↝ read this as well in ao3

Baseball. Fatherhood. Ultraman.

What did those three things have in common? Absolutely none. That was the problem. Neither of those three things had any correlation which made it hell to learn how to split them all evenly. Had Kenji Sato found out earlier that his life would involve tons of juggling things around he would've signed up to be a clown instead of a celebrity.

“There ya go.” Kenji whispers, him in his Ultraman form cradled the adorable Emi who chirped and cried and did everything else but fall asleep in his arms. He's been having a long day and truthfully all he wants is to be less miserable than he was now.

He taps the girl’s back, the small Kaiju looking up at him with — which he swears he can practically see— literal stars in her eyes. “Daddy's here.”

Despite how normally he'd find some sense of contentment and probably even relief or satisfaction from finally soothing Emi from her distress, right now all his mind could try to even focus on was baseball and the fact the KDF were after Emi.

And, for a horrible moment, his heart clenches at the very thought of everything in his life just going away. He's already beating himself up with the recent games, he didn't need anything else adding onto that ever growing giant pile of lists on why Kenji Sato wasn't all that he said to be.

So, here he was, ready to just drown himself (and his sorrows) away with a can of unfortunately healthy coconut water. Couldn't a man drink and get drunk? A nice bottle of alcohol and wine would definitely hit just right for him at this moment.

“God damnit— Mina!” He exclaims, sighing and running his hand through his hair while he examines the drink in his hand, placing it down with a rather miserable expression. ‘This thing’s going to kill me before anything else’ He mutters to himself.

“It is best to incorporate a healthy lifestyle, especially with your many responsibilities lately.” Mina appears with her typical monotone and robotic voice.

“I'm as healthy as you can get.” He argues, walking around the rather huge kitchen he's got. Stardom tends to give out a whole heap of money, and that wasn't anything Kenji could just decline.

Mina stares at him —at least— he's sure if she were a real person with an actual human body she'd probably be staring at him with an unimpressed look. And then his mind flashes to his mother who'd also most likely be doing the same.

“I work out,” Kenji starts, deciding to defend his case. “I wake up early,” He adds, looking around the cupboards and making a mental note to get groceries soon. Soon would be way too far in the future. Soon is barely a day close to tomorrow considering he's already got a lot going on.

“I'm a professional athlete.” Kenji scoffs, leaning against the counter.

“Indeed you are. That is why I contacted—”

Just in time, the front door rings. He doesn't hesitate staring at the robot in disbelief and anger at the sudden visitor. As sudden as the visitor came, Mina promptly went away. “You've gotta be kidding,” He mutters, sighing as his hand rubs his temple while he walks over to the front door to see you at the other side.

His face falls, eyes widening in surprise as he didn't expect this whole thing. “What's up?” He asks, doing a 180 and attempting to be his typical suave self, though, internally he's already hitting himself for being so panicked.

What kind of greeting was ‘what’s up’?

“I bought take out.” You say with a smile, bringing up the paper bag filled with food and drinks and instantly it's almost like Kenji was a teenage girl. Nodding his head and promptly moving aside to let you in, he shuts the door behind you and follows after you into the kitchen.

“So,”

“So?”

He stares at you, watching as you take out plates and utensils for the two of you. “Seems like you've got this whole place down. I would've thought you owned the place instead.”

“I wish I owned this.” You only laugh, shrugging your shoulders, watching him stare at you and you swore he could melt things with how intense he's looking at you. “Seriously, when are you giving me the ownership of this house?”

He only rolls his eyes, walking over to you and nudging you lightly by the shoulder, helping you set the whole thing before he recognises the familiar look of the meal. It was from that one restaurant he'd promised to bring you but never got to.

“Thank you, by the way,” Kenji says, glancing at you from the corner of his eye with a soft smile. It was really the only thing he can say considering it was his mistake to have put all else before you.

“For the food?”

“For everything.” He corrects just before wincing at how absolutely lame and cheesy it sounded. “It sounded better in my head.” He quickly adds, watching you laugh.

“I'll take it.” You reply, enjoying how sweet he was being at the moment. It wasn't even a rare sight for him to treat you so nicely —he always did— but somehow something about the way he talked and looked at you just felt like something was up.

Kenji clears his throat, insisting you sit down on a chair next to him as you two dig into the food you bought from a restaurant that just opened up that you and him always talked about going to. “Wow, it's really good.” He says, glancing at you with a smile.

“Here, taste.” He holds up his chopsticks, the tempura in between as his other free hand is at the bottom opened up to catch any crumb that falls.

“Tastes good, right?” He asks without letting you get another word out as he eats more. “I should've brought you there— the restaurant. I think it would've been a nice experience for us.” He laments without another thought.

“It's fine. Eating takeout with you right now is the same as eating inside the place.” You assure, taking more bites of the meal. “Anyway, what's up with you lately?”

He raises a brow, turning a bit to the side to look at you as his hand stops midway before he takes another bite of his food. “Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I really?” He shrugs his shoulders, attempting to push and change the topic. Kenji feels his brows furrow as he pushes the rice in his bowl around with a clear frown.

“Ken.”

And god does it drive him crazy when you call him by just that: Ken. Not Sato, Kenji, nor Ultraman. Ken. Which was weird considering you weren't the first nor the only one calling him by that nickname, but all he knew was that the way it rolled off your tongue just melted him and made him feel good in a way.

Ken sighs, groaning somewhat. He knows there's no escaping you when you set your mind full onto something.

“Okay, I've been busy with other things.” He admits.

“You mean baseball?”

He almost corrected you. Almost. Unfortunately he remembered you weren't aware he was Ultraman or that he was technically the father of a huge 20-foot Kaiju that lives in his basement.

Ken sighs, looking at you with a rather sad and clearly exasperated look. It's clear that he's really tired with whatever he's been busy with. And truthfully, you didn't want him to feel like he was being forced to tell you the truth.

“You don't have to tell me.” You whisper, taking a hold of his hand and squeezing it as you look up at him with a smile. “You'll tell me about it anyway in the future. Eventually, at least I hope.”

He smiles, letting out a small chuckle as he looks at you with a certain gleam in his eye, his hand squeezing yours back. “Yeah. I probably will.”

“See? And whatever those ‘other’ things are,” You bring up, attempting to cheer him up. Your fist connects with his shoulder playfully before your hand just naturally rests there. “I'm sure you'll handle them just fine no matter what.”

“Besides, I'm here if you need help.”

“I know.” Ken looked over at you, his hand coming up to hold the one you had on his shoulder. He can't exactly find the words to explain things: whatever he's feeling, whatever this moment meant, or whatever you and him were. Why would he need to ponder on your relationship?

You both just sat there, looking at each other expecting something yet also nothing at the same time. Would he? Would you? Neither one of you had any idea on what to do.

“I could kiss you right now.”

Now it was your turn to look at him in astonishment at his blunt words. You could practically feel your eyes leaving your socket and your jaw falling open. “Excuse me?”

“Platonically.” Ken adds in a panic. He sounds surprised and shocked at what he said as if it wasn't him who literally said it out loud. “Like on the mouth— cheek. On the cheek.” He clears his throat, completely looking away from you now with both shame and horror evident in his expression as his fingers begin to drum on top of the table.

The air is tense. The place was now quiet save for the sound his fingers make as they tap. “I appreciate it,” You awkwardly reply, looking away and it's clear both of you are extremely flustered. “The kiss on the cheek.” You said but was that really all you wanted?

“You would?” Ken raises a brow, managing to find some strength in facing you despite the way his heart started to beat in his chest furiously. “Great. I guess we could.. Do that?” He clears his throat, once more already imagining himself hitting his head from the back with a bat. Why did he have to keep talking?

“Deal.”

Despite the tension, whether it be because of the awkwardness or something else entirely neither of you cared as you laughed and ate the food. He told you stories, about his childhood, his work, or whatever he's just been up to in general; and in turn, you told him hilarious and rather stupendous jokes you often hear from your coworkers, but it always makes him laugh so you suppose it does the job.

“— and then I accidentally hit her on the head so you can bet it wasn't nice afterwards.” He told you the story of him teaching Emi baseball, disguising Emi as a girl he babysits ‘on the side’ often whom he also grew pretty fond of watching over. “She's a sweet girl. Needy. But sweet.”

You laugh, enjoying his stories which were never dull and always filled with a sense of amazement every time he tells you one. “Well, what else did you expect from a kid?” You reply with an amused smile.

“I knew what to expect, okay?” He chuckles, shaking his head as his thoughts drift to his times of being with Emi and spending time with her who he practically saw as a daughter. “I just didn't expect things to be hard.”

You send him a raised brow and a playful smile. “If I didn't know any better, I would've thought this Emi was your daughter.” You comment. It wasn't really that hard for you to notice how proud he looked when he told you about this Emi. And frankly, this was even the first time he brought her up so it was a surprise for you to learn he even did babysitting as a side job.

Ken nearly chokes on his food at your words. He couldn't be that terrible at keeping his facts straight and making up a whole cover-up story, could he? He turns to you with a forced chuckle leaving his lips. “That just shows how she means to me now, yeah?” He attempts to reply.

“Guess so,”

Eventually, it was getting late, and not wanting you to travel alone back to your home, Ken had insisted you sleep in his room on his bed which surprises you.

“You've got two beds?” You ask, surprised but you follow him to his room nonetheless. In it, you're not surprised with how minimalistic the whole place is. Though you'd probably also be concerned if it was uncharacteristically decorated and done.

Ken raises a brow at you, gesturing to his single bed in the room. “Just that.” He answers, fixing up the bed for you before grabbing some extra blankets and bedsheets from his closet where he neatly places them on the floor.

“Don't sleep on the floor.” You say, stopping him before he can pull some of the pillows down. “I don't mind sharing.”

And so, now, here you both were. Laying down side by side and staring up at the ceiling as silence is present. You're both beneath the sheets, still somewhat wide awake.

“I really appreciate you coming over.” Ken whispers, shifting a bit so he's on his side and looking at you. “You were just what I needed.”

You smile, shifting as well to face him and so you're both staring at each other with wide grins yet shy looks. He was also what you needed. You could tell both your moods improved with just one dinner despite how uneventful it sounded, it meant a lot.

“Thanks, Ken.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

Baseball. Fatherhood. Ultraman.

Maybe he should seriously start wondering if he should also add love onto the list. But for now, with a quick kiss to your cheek (which takes you by surprise), Ken turns around and closes his eyes and feels himself start to dream.

[wntrs0ldier]

AN OFFER II · 04

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3,4k warnings: mafia, language, violence, mature themes, dark themes, smut, punishing, spanking, edging, toxic behavior,

Bucky brought his hand up to your face. “You know I won’t hurt you,” he said. His hand slid a little lower; it gripped your jaw, and his fingers dug almost painfully into your cheeks. “But,” he licked his lips, shrugging, “you lied to me. And you won't get away with it.”

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The situation you got yourself into was strikingly similar to your last date with John Walker — you were sitting in a fancy restaurant, trying not to show how much you needed some man's favor. There were also a few differences; seated in front of you was not John, but Adrian Lancy, it was not about a marriage proposal and your future, but the future of your gallery, and most importantly, Bucky had no idea about any of this. Although, he knew you were going out — he would have noticed your disappearance anyway — but you told him you were having dinner with Connie. You didn't think Bucky would want to make sure that was really the case, but you preferred to be safe than sorry, and asked your friend to lie if necessary. Connie didn't even think about it; she agreed before you finished your sentence.

Earlier, you didn't see Adrian as a threat — he didn't seem like someone who would go too far to get his way. Nevertheless, you were all smiles between the meals. Why? Because facing the fact that you had a husband, rather than just imagining it, caused some unexplained change in him, and from a sensible young man you were pinning your hopes on, he became someone gripped by a obsession; his propositions for meetings sounded a little more aggressive, lost their previous lightness, and you eventually grew afraid. Not about yourself — whenever the ring on your finger entered your field of vision, you forgot about any fear. It seemed to you that no one could hurt you, not when you bore the name of Barnes. 

But the gallery was different.

“I'm going to Paris soon,” Adrian began. “On business, of course, not for pleasure,” he added, as if you were to take him for a man who has nothing to do but travel. 

“Mhmm.”

“I thought you could come with me,” he continued. Surprised by the processes that must have occurred in his mind, you raised your eyebrows. “You know about art,” he hurried to clarify, “and I'd love to buy some pieces for my new apartment. I will pay you for this service.”

“You know that there are people you can actually hire for this. People you won't spend that much on.” You tilted your head to the side, watching him carefully. “Because I am expensive. Very expensive,” you said, hoping to discourage him. 

“I want you.”

“Adrian…” you sighed. “I can't come to Paris with you just like that.” 

Not hiding his disappointment, he pressed his lips tightly together. “Well,” he shrugged casually, “if you don't go with me, you won't see any more of my money. And I'll make sure that no one will ever invest in you again. In short, I will destroy you, Y/N. So you'd better think it over and give me an answer by the end of the week.”

Refusing to let any negative expression cast a shadow on your face, you watched him. You couldn't give him the satisfaction, even if, when agreeing to this meeting, you didn't expect it to turn out this way. The change you feared earlier had just taken a full turn — much faster than you thought. “Sure.” You forced a sweet smile. “I’ll think about it.”

A waiter appeared at the table. At first you thought it was just a routine check; that he was making sure you weren't missing anything. Only after you gave him a little more conscious attention did you notice a bottle of wine in his hands. A very expensive bottle. As if Adrian wanted to let you know that he had the resources you needed, and that he was spending his fortune on something as unnecessary as wine, which was only meant to impress.

But Adrian seemed confused, too. “There must be some mistake. I didn’t order any wine.” 

“I was told it is from Mr. Barnes.”You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling an unpleasant warmth spilling all over your stomach. You stared at the bottle in a stupor. So he knew — Bucky knew very well where you were, which meant he also knew who you were with.

You weren't sure how long you had been standing in front of the door to your apartment, but eventually realized that such behavior qualified as absurd — the accompanying fear, that you had been convinced you lacked only a few hours earlier, was undoubtedly irrational. Or at least that's what you had to trick yourself into thinking in order to finally grab the door handle. 

You hung up your purse on a hanger and slipped the high heels off your feet. You were able to name at least five much scarier situations that had occurred in your entire life, yet you couldn't recall the last time you felt this kind of anxiety. You didn't even understand where it was coming from; after all, Bucky cared about you; he couldn't harm you. 

When you turned around, ready to go deeper into the apartment, Bucky was standing at the end of the hall, right by the exit. His damp hair, loose t-shirt and sweatpants, fresh wounds on his knuckles indicated that he must have been after training with Steve. You swallowed hard at the thought that Bucky, having found out where and with whom you were actually spending time, needed to beat something, in this case, fortunately, a punching bag.

“Was it good?” Bucky asked, approaching you slowly. “The wine,” he clarified. Without taking your eyes off him, you nodded cautiously, causing him to squint. “What is it?” His mouth curved into a playful smirk. “You’re not scared, are you?” 

“I can’t really tell…”

Bucky brought his hand up to your face. “You know I won’t hurt you,” he said. His hand slid a little lower; it gripped your jaw, and his fingers dug almost painfully into your cheeks. “But,” he licked his lips, shrugging, “you lied to me. And you won't get away with it.”

You gawked at him — at the stern expression on his face, at his darkened eyes and reddened, slightly parted mouth. Whatever he intended, you could feel yourself getting wet.

He grabbed your wrist; it ached from the power of the pressure Bucky wielded, but the feeling only intensified the sensation. He dragged you behind him, and you almost tripped over your own feet — he wasn't walking that fast; it was your limbs that seemed frail and numb. 

“Bed,” Bucky commanded as soon as you reached the bedroom. Massaging your sore wrist by instinct, you went in that direction, your steps wobbly. You settled on the middle of the mattress. Bucky came closer. “Turn around.” 

Captivated by his massive, heavy frame, under which you hoped you were about to end up, fascinated by the calmness and dominance he radiated, you couldn’t stop looking at him. 

“Turn around,” he said again, much slower than before. “I’m not gonna ask you again.” 

Your mouth went dry. Finally obeying his order — not in fear of the consequences, but looking forward to further development of the situation — you turned around. Bucky placed his hand between your shoulder blades and with pressure forced you to lean forward; so you landed on your knees, additionally supporting your hands on the mattress. 

He lifted your dress above your hips, a quiet snort escaped his mouth. “You fucking kidding me?” Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly, shaking his head, hooking his fingers under the hems of the lace pants you were wearing. He pulled the material lower, completely exposing your ass, sending a wave of heat over your entire body. 

You got up one knee first, then the other, making it easier for Bucky to strip you of your underwear. Then, he grabbed a piece of your dress and pulled you to him; as your hands detached from the mattress, he reached for them and tied tightly with your pants. The fabric, digging into your wrists, turned out to give you a surprising amount of pleasure.

Bucky pushed you forward again, this time far harder. Deprived of the possibility to support yourself, the front of your body fell on the bed, while your ass still remained up. All you could do was turn your head to the side — other than that, you were completely helpless, dependent on his mercy.

It seemed, however, that he didn't have any for you. You realized this when you felt a sharp, piercing pain, accompanied by a loud clap — Bucky’s hand landed on your ass cheek, and it landed hard. Shocked by this new and unfamiliar sensation, you shouted, your eyes filled with tears. 

Bucky spanked you again. Your body trembled, and only a muffled gasp came out of your mouth this time. 

Another slap — you felt your skin burning and stinging in that spot, getting more and more tender; you were painfully aware of this as his hand, once again, smacked your ass rapidly. You moaned, your back arching, your pussy almost dripping, asking to be filled. But that sweet torture was nearly as good. 

“More?” he rasped, breathing heavily. You weren't sure how to respond; he was punishing you, so if you asked for more, would he actually give you what you wanted? And if you refused, would he stop? 

“Y/N,” Bucky pressed. 

“More,” you replied quickly, your voice weak. 

“More what?”

At that moment, your mind wasn't in the best place for the logical, coherent sentences he always expected from you. “I want you to spank me more. Please,” you exhaled.

“You don’t wanna talk, so I’ll make you use your words. Make that pretty mouth of yours work.” 

Bucky fulfilled your request, and you almost jumped up on the mattress, clamped your eyelids shut and let out a loud whine — that one was definitely stronger than the others, causing goosebumps all over your heated body. 

The bed sunk behind you, signaling his arrival. The t-shirt he had thrown off landed silently somewhere on the floor. Your lips parted, releasing a long moan as the tip of his cock brushed hard against your wet, throbbing cunt. He buried into your core painfully slowly and lazily; you felt his hardness spreading inside you, filling all the space you could give him. 

Bucky clenched his hands on your hips and began to thrust into you. The pain radiating from your cheeks mixed with the surging pleasure, creating a combination you could quickly become addicted to. Gasping loudly, he pounded into you again and again; immediately he reached to your head, slipped his fingers into your hair and tightened them there. He turned your head to the side so he could see at least part of your face — the changes taking place on it. He wanted to control your pleasure. Because as you, stimulated by spanking and waiting, began to get closer to an orgasm faster than you could expect, Bucky suddenly stopped. He slid out, leaving behind only emptiness and a devastating lack of satisfaction.

“Jamie, please-” you choked out. 

“Don’t Jamie me,” Bucky replied sternly. He leaned forward, putting the weight of his body on yours. He pulled your head slightly away from the mattress, his mouth hanging right next to your ear. “You lied to me today, Y/N.”

You nodded immediately, ready to agree to everything he wanted. 

“You know that what you did was wrong? Hmm?”

“Yes. Yes, I know. And I'm sorry.”

“I don't want your sorry. I want you to never lie to me again. You are my wife and I won't have it, do you understand?” he said, the words seeping out through his teeth. 

“I understand, but please-”

Bucky clenched his fingers harder in your hair. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“You promise what, Y/N?” he inquired impatiently, although at that moment it seemed like he had all the time in the world.

Taking another deep breath, you gathered the strength and all the concentration you had in you to say those few words he cared so much about. “I-I promise to never lie to you again.”

Bucky moved slightly away, left a kiss on the nape of your neck, then straightened up. He entered you again, and again you felt that blissful fullness. At first you got the impression that he was still fucking some discipline into you, but the rising sensations made you think that he was actually rewarding you for understanding your mistake and promising to do better.

In that position — with your hips up — his dick quickly found the right spot and hit exactly where it needed to. Wet, well lubricated with all your juices, it was sliding in and out smoothly, bringing you more rapture than you could beg for. With loud, desperate cries, you were praying to your god, taking his name in vain — the one who was just fucking you senseless. Because Bucky couldn’t be just a human; he was too perfect, too beautiful, too merciful as he forgave your sins. 

You clenched around his cock, your eyes rolled back as consciousness left your mind. Apart from the overwhelming release, you also felt Bucky's load spilling into you; he, too — with a few last thrusts — let out a few whimpers, crowned by a throaty growl, and his body slumped against yours. His chest, pressed to your back, rose and fell as he tried to normalize his breathing. He pulled away from you to free your wrists as quickly as possible; your hands dropped lifelessly, too weak and too useless.

“Let’s clean you up, hmm?” Bucky suggested; surprisingly gently for the man he was just a moment ago. 

“I want to stay here,” you muttered with half of your face still in the bed sheets. Once again you felt his body pressing against yours as laid a tender kiss behind your ear.

You woke up to an empty bed. 

Your sore body covered with a blanket, the curtains closed. The watch on the nightstand said four in the morning. 

The urgent need to use the toilet dissuaded you from further sleep. You didn't feel fully awake until you were in the shower — as the warm water washed over your body, you wondered where Bucky had gone at such an early hour. You hoped that three months of hard work in Italy would give him some more space here in New York.

You got out of the shower, removed the remnants of your makeup, brushed your teeth, then returned to the bedroom. Curiosity was stronger than tiredness, besides, you felt rested enough, maybe even too awake for any more sleep. You put on one of Bucky's t-shirts, rummaged from his side of the closet, and left the room. You didn't have to search for long — the warm glow pouring out of the living room immediately caught your attention.

Bucky was sitting on the couch — under the light of the lamp standing over him, he was looking through some papers scattered on the coffee table. Full concentration on his face, marked by a deep wrinkle between his brows.

“What are you doing?” you spoke. 

He glanced up at the sound of your voice. “Checking the account statements from Sapphire Dune and Marble Aurora.” Rubbing his eye, Bucky sighed with clear tiredness. 

Your forehead creased as the names of your father’s casinos rang in your ears. You haven't thought about them once lately, so you wouldn't expect it from Bucky either. On the other hand, your Family's affairs were now his concern. 

With your arms folded across your chest, you walked closer to the couch and peeked at the documents. “Something wrong with them..?”

“No,” he assured, smiling softly. “They’re doing really… decently.” 

“So maybe I should stick to them…” you murmured. 

Bucky raised his eyebrows, watching you with a surprise. He reached out his hand to you in an inviting gesture. You took it and sat down right next to him; so close that your thighs touched. He didn’t say a word, waiting for you to tell him everything that was bothering you.

“I lied to you earlier too,” you confessed. “I lied that I don’t need money. And it’s not like I have to close the gallery in a week or something, but…” You gasped. “Some funding is always useful. And Adrian seemed like the perfect sponsor until-” you hesitated, shrugging. “But now he is acting weirder than ever and-”

“Did he do something to you?” Bucky asked right away, interrupting you.

“No, he didn’t,” you protested. “A couple hours ago, he offered me a trip to Paris,” you began, and Bucky’s forehead furrowed at those words. “He said no one will ever invest in the gallery again if I turn him down. And I can't afford it, I can't ask for your money, because I want to make money, not take it out of the house-”

“Y/N, you make money,” Bucky claimed, demonstratively lifting one of the papers. “It's all here,” he added, his brows drew together. “Besides, is using my — our — money really worse than selling your time to this fucking creep?” 

Feeling more and more resigned, you let out a heavy breath. “Bucky…”

“You don't like him, you don't feel comfortable around him, the business isn't going as you would like it to. Or am I wrong?” He was looking at you expectantly, although he didn't actually need any confirmation — he saw the answer written all over your face. He touched your cheeks, his fingers spread on your skin, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. “You are my wife, and it is my job to take care of you. You have to let me do exactly that, Y/N.” 

Staring relentlessly into his eyes, filled with sincerity and concern, you took his hand off your face and placed a tender kiss inside it, brushing your lips over the scar there; the scar bonding you forever. “Okay,” you whispered. 

You pulled your legs up onto the couch and snuggled into his side. Bucky put his arm around you and rested his cheek on the top of your head. 

A silence settled in, filled only with your peaceful breathing — it didn't bother you or Bucky, since neither of you felt the need to break it. You thought it would be much more difficult; that you would need far more time to get used to him, especially after his last absence. But having a huge couch with plenty of space to occupy, you decided to deprive yourself of whatever space there was.

“Are you going to elaborate, in any way, on what you did to me earlier..?”

“Elaborate…” Bucky repeated. He exhaled, blowing some of the air out of his lungs, then rested his head on the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling for a moment. “I've wanted to do it since that night when I saw you in that little nightgown of yours.” He raised his brow. “And that's about it.” 

You sat up straight, your eyes on Bucky’s face. “That night?” you asked in disbelief. “As a punishment for what?”

A corner of his mouth lifted. “Did it really feel like a punishment to you?” 

Even if you were able to answer him without hesitation, you looked away to think about it. Or pretend to think about it. You bit your lip.

“Did it feel good..?” Bucky inquired, his tone gentle and careful. 

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. Very good,” you said, not sure if you should really admit it. “We can do it more often,” you suggested, and Bucky’s eyebrows rose instantly. Taken slightly aback, he peered at you with sudden liveliness, his eyes sparked with fascination that struck him like a speeding train. “What?” you laughed softly, but then understood something — you always sensed a gentle restraint in him, keeping him in check; the chains holding him down. Now, you were able to hear them break. Was it you who destroyed them? Your innocent permission?

Bucky smirked, shaking his head, letting you know he wasn’t going to be too harsh on you. But as harsh as you’d allow him to be. 

He leaned forward, putting his forearms on his knees, and reached for one of the papers so he could return to analyzing the documents. You clung to his back, placing your chin on his shoulder blade. He immediately located his free hand on your arm, wrapped around his torso. 

“Go back to bed,” he said, his eyes still focused on the statements. 

“Am I disturbing you?”

“No, of course not,” Bucky assured right away, “but aren’t you tired, sunshine?” He turned his head as far as he could to glance at you at least from the corner of his eye. Taking the opportunity, you stretched out further, to reach his face, and planted a few quick but tender pecks on his cheek, making him laugh softly.

a/n: feel free to share your thoughts, they are more than welcomed 🥰

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[huexuri]

i have a thought! soob sending u a whimper audio or a lewd ass clip of him playing w himself bc he's so desperate for u to come back lol

yes omgeeee anon u are so smart !!!! i was thinking of something like this earlier but this seems like a better idea😭 also u are my first ask THANK UUUUUYYYUUUU

⋆ please come home (switch!soobin x switch!reader)

NSFW, MDNI!

(warnings: soob is switch(very sub lean) in this, reader is switch(dom lean), fem!reader, protective!soob, bratty!soob, degrading, masturbating, whimpering, sexting, dry humping, pet names: [good boy, baby, slut] thigh humping, tell me if there's more!)

note: ive been dying to get a request like this omg what a way to start the new year (HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERUONE)

"soob," you sighed.

you'd only be going out for a few hours to a party that one of your girlfriends practically begged you to go to, and since you haven't met her since the pandemic, of course you agreed to go. yet when soobin said himself that he absolutely didn't mind yesterday night, it didn't occur to you that 5 minutes before you head out, he'd be holding on to your arm asking who's gonna be there, where are you off to, etc. maybe it's just one of his protective traits, but you two agreed on this, so you weren't sure why he was so protective of you now.

"just promise you're not gonna go and let other guys hit on you okay? you know you get tipsy so easily right? i'm not saying i don't trust you at all ... i just don't want other guys to look at you! because you're so pretty in this dress... but only my eyes are allowed on you right? just don't go ar—"

"soobin!! i won't drink or anything okay? don't worry about me so much, just send me a message when you feel lonely okay? i'll talk to you on the phone if you need to. it's gonna be fine, soob.." you cut his words off, gave him a peck on the lips, smiled at him with reassurance and waved him a goodbye before he smiled back at you hesitantly.

"bye!! be safe!!!" was what soobin yelled as you were about to shut the front door, and all you could respond with was a louder "mhm!!!!" followed by the door flying shut.

an hour later, and you're sitting at the bar gossipping with all of your girlfriends. other than that, they constantly persuade you to drink. but knowing you, after one shot you go all red... which, sipping your iced water you decline their offer... over and over and over again. they just won't stop bugging you!!!,, so, you excuse yourself to the bathroom just to text your beloved.

sneaking yourself into a stall, you open your chat box to realize you'd left him on delivered for an hour ... "damn," you muttered to yourself, feeling bad that you possibly left him worried, but only 2 unread messages greet you with : "i miss you already!!:(" followed by a 2 minute long voice note.

you immediately plug in your earphones, ready to listen to whatever song he wanted to sing or whatever gossip he had to tell you.

"haa... miss you s-so bad.... mmh... come home pretty please?—a-ah fuck....."

immediately your eyes widened at the lewd sounds he made, you paused the voice note with a look on your face as if you just got caught commiting a crime. it caught you SO off guard, that was the thing you least expected ...., he knew you had a thing for his moans. in fact, it was one of your major turn-ons.. but soobin was never a vocal person in bed, he'd deny it even. if he made any sounds, he'd get flustered immediately. he thought it made him seem too feminine, so he never believed you when you said you liked it.

was this really him? you thought to yourself..

your finger hesitantly pressed the resume button on your screen.

"f-fuck, baby.. i'm c-cumming, aah,, you like it? come... c-come back for it.. ss—shit !!.."

2 minutes in, the audio coming to an end, you felt your thighs squeeze against each other, you felt your walls clench around nothing. my god, he sounded heavenly. you could hear the squelches of him stroking himself up and down, you could practically hear his pace fasten as his breaths became more irregular and his moans slowly increase in volume. you could literally tell when he busted all over himself. and oh, you did not know how much this aroused you until today.

screw this party, screw the drinks. he SO knew how to get you to come back home.

"i'm coming." you simply sent him, then you get ready to leave. after you left the stall, with a "sorry everyone, i have to go back, it's urgent.", you hastily left the party.

you practically bust the door open when you reach back to your apartment, panting as you see soobin lying on the couch scrolling away on his phone as if he didn't just get you leaking out of your panties. this son of a bitch, seriously.... teasing like that and acting like nothing happened??

"oh hey! you're finally back!! i missed you~" soobin happily exclaimed as got off the couch and walked up to you to give you a peck.

when you don't reply, he has the audacity to ask you what's wrong. towering over you, he still acts cute and ignorant until you nudge him against the door as it flings shut. your knees are in between his slightly bent legs and immediately you shove your lips into his, cupping his face as your tongues fight for dominance. your free hand reaches down to his bulge to stroke it through his pants. he moans into your mouth and oh my fucking god did it turn you on even more. how badly did you miss his beautiful voice? you could feel his erection start to fill in the space in your palm as it grew bigger and harder. pulling away from the kiss with both of you panting, soobin only pouts at you..

"what did i doooo? why so rough?" he looked at you with glistening, innocent eyes. not so innocent though, because he knew what he was fucking doing.

squeezing his clothed cock in response, he let out a soft moan at that. "soobin you fucking brat ... you KNOW what you're doing." you say in between breaths.

in a blink of an eye he'd flipped you over, now your back leaning the door with a soft thud, "brat, huh? say it again.." soobin responded, with a smug smile on his face.

when you don't respond but smash your lips back onto his, his dominant composure melts away into your kiss and he desperately grinds against your bare thighs. you rock your hips in response and his moan travels down your throat again. your hand wanders around, tugs on his waistband and sinks under, where now you feel the material of his boxers and his cock that twitches in your palm. your other hand runs up his shirt and tugs at his nipple, which he bucks his hips in response. he finally pulls away from the kiss, this time sloppier, and runs a finger though your hair. you took your hand off his boxers and your other hand out of his shirt, and placed them both on his shoulders.

"do you want it?" you muttered.

"i've been waiting for so long," soobin whispered, barely able to make out words.

"promise that you'll put those vocals to use?"

"y-yes."

now your hands leaving his shoulders and holding onto his wrist, you lead him to the sofa and pushed him onto his back.

"couldn't even wait until i came home, huh.." you muttered as you quickly unbuckled your tight leather dress. soobin only looked up at you with eager eyes when your dress fell off of your shoulders, exposing your body to the cold air. throwing the dress on the ground, you pull his pants down as well. just as he was going to take off his boxers you grabbed his wrist, and instead sunk down onto his hard on, the both of you clothed.

"but—"

"soobin, patience.."

you interlocked your fingers with his and started to grind down on him. his precum and your slick starts to seep through the cloth and soon you were sloppily humping him. he didn't lie when he said he was going to put those vocals to use, because as you rocked against him, he let out the most heavenly sounds you'd ever heard from him. those broken moans, only he could see how badly it turned you on. his fucked out face and his wet hair weren't helping either.

"i r-really want to cum ... p-please!—" soobin was only able to mumble between whimpers.

"not yet, hang in there..." you cupped his face, then thrusting a finger into his mouth. "take it like the good boy you are, and maybe i'll let you cum in me.."

soobin only nodded in response, his eyes squeezed shut as he sucked on your finger like his life depended on it — his saliva coating every surface of your finger.

"gooood boy... so needy just for me... huh? sent me a clip of you playing with yourself just so i can help you finish?"

his eyes fluttered open with the neediest look someone could ever look up at you from, in response to the pet name. you smiled at that and let him release your fingers. you pulled down your soaked panties and motioned him to do the same, he looked at you with a "really?" kind of look, and when you assured him, his cock immediately sprung out of his boxers— tip fiery red and shaft twitching like it's deprived of touch.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you said as you lied down on your back, looking down at him, looking like he's been desperate to fuck you.

"oh my god.." soobin panted.

soobin positioned himself in between your legs, his twitching cock against your aching cunt, he looked at you with a final confirmation.

"go ahead, baby."

with one full thrust he thrusted into you. unaware about his bigness, when you winced slightly in pain he was worried if he'd done anything. but since he was so desperate... you didn't want to ruin his moment, so you let him.

"s-soobin... fuck.."

"shit, baby.. you're so fucking— t-tight..."

eventually, your walls had moulded into the shape of him, and each thrust became less and less painful, more and more pleasurable. you were so focused on how good he felt when it caught you off guard that he started to play with your clit, long, veiny fingers flicking up and down on your swollen bud as he thrusted in and out of you at a controlled pace.

"fuck, fuck— when did you— get this g-good with your fingers... mmh..." you muttered.

soobin looked down at you with a satisfied smile and continued to rub circles on your clit,, soon his thrusts became sloppier, strings of saliva mixed with all sorts of other bodily fluids connecting soobin's body with yours...

"i'm—fuck, c-can i please!! please please... please let me c-cum.. mmh—!" soobin moaned, with obvious need in his voice, beads of tears welling up at his eyes, sweat dripping down his chest and soaking his shirt,,

"s-soobin... you can cum, baby ..... s-shit i—i'm—" your voice shakey, you could feel yourself reaching your climax. you fisted his shirt and pulled him closer to you, now chest to chest, you pulled him in a sloppy kiss, he moaned into you as you felt his warm seed fill you up to the brim.

you both stayed like this for a whole 5 minutes in silence. you thought he'd fallen asleep until..

"thank you.." soobin whispered.

"what?"

"thank you for coming back home."

"mm.."

"do you really like it when i'm vocal?"

"are you fucking serious, soobin?" you playfully smacked his back in a effort to hit him.

you could feel soobin grin against your ear.

"let's go get you cleaned up, pretty." soobin patted your head as he got off of you.

"hey, you too.." you weakly responded.

soobin could only giggle at that, and you scoffed.

[camellia-thea]

okay. just rambling here, but, i think armand took more than just the end of the interview away from daniel.

we got that little moment about that night, saying 'you asked me to' to louis. 'you asked me to take this from you, you could not live with it,' leading into, 'i look after you when you cannot look after yourself, i make those choices for you.'

we know that during the chase and devil's minion era, daniel was an addict, who was, by his own admission, slowly killing himself. he was also addicted to blood.

it's really not too far to make the jump, if devil's minion occurred, that armand made the choice to step in, in his own mind, for daniel's best interests. i know this isn't a unique jump to make, but; again with armand's "i look after him when he cannot look after himself" continual reiteration, i think it's a fair assumption.

he can also replace and blur memories, which makes the discussion of alice and paris -- why the dessert from that night? -- and how immediate and sincere his answer of "she wanted to say yes, but she didn't trust you. you hadn't given her a reason to." this could be the night he took them away, replaced himself with alice, planted something similar for her to start the relationship, then step back and watch it fall. and i think the thing that stands out there is just how tender he is while saying it. there's an undercurrent of something else entirely underneath, it isn't a dig at daniel in the moment, despite the pushing earlier in the scene.

and then in s1, when louis say to daniel, "i'd give it to you now." and the cut to armand, still in disguise, and his micro-expression of horror, the way he stiffens and looks away... and the little moment of what i read as conflict when daniel says no. his jump to "may i be excused?" i can't tell in the moment, if he's horrified about the offer itself, the fact that it is louis offering to turn daniel rather than himself, or the fact that daniel denies it. because i don't think armand could actually let daniel die if this was the case.

the disguise itself-- why pretend to be rashid? i think part of it is to try and hide behind a human persona to keep those memories at bay; especially given the little moments of flashback that got triggered by little mannerisms. i can't decide whether they're intentional pushes or not, whether armand wanted/wants daniel to remember on his own, or wants to keep it under wraps. i think, even if he believes he doesn't want it to come forward, he truly does deep down.

and once he's revealed himself as armand, the way he gazes at daniel, his beautiful boy. the continued "our boy", from both he and louis, the "he's still in there, somewhere..."

and i think "our boy" is also really interesting, because why would daniel be armand's boy, based solely on the moments that louis initially remembered? armand didn't really have any emotional connection to daniel that night, sure, he saved him, but that doesn't really mean anything; he saved daniel for louis, not for daniel's sake.

and, jumping back "our boy,[...] he's still in there somewhere"... there's implication that louis might know about it? again, i don't think this is related to the original interview, or at least, limited to it? i don't have anything concrete here, just vibes, but again, why is armand's boy still in there somewhere?

and sure, some of these are reaches and i don't think i'm necessarily right, but god it would be deliciously awful if i was.

[defrosted69]

My Laker Star (Yunjin Story)

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So this is basically a continuation of the first story of My laker star but this is now Yunjin's story. If you havent read it, you should as it gives a little background of this story. Someone requested me this and the plot and I tweak a few of it. Hope you Guys enjoy.

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You were at home when you kept examining the handwriting on the back of the album that the girls had signed earlier. None of them appear to line up on the handwriting, which adds to the confusion. Could there have been a signature among the girls that you missed?

"Who wrote this one? All their penmanship shows who they are but this one is so different…"

You groaned and lay on your bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping for any insight into who this person is. But then it hit you like a baseball, and you grabbed your phone and contacted someone who could assist you. You'd think it would take a few seconds for the individual to respond, but she replied after the first ring.

"Hey Jennifer, Can I meet you tomorrow?

"KFJSHDJSJS!! Sure… What time?

"Umm.. Does 10am sound good? We can meet infront of the staples arena.

"Sure sure. I'll be there. Wear your best outfit okay? Hehehe~

You were perplexed by her statements, but this was Yunjin we were talking about. She had been rather unpredictable with her acts when you first met her. You couldn't help but agree with her remark. Yunjin has become more attractive despite the years of not seeing her. That's not to say she wasn't lovely before; in fact, she was well-known in high school for being nice and attractive. It's surprising how you ended up friends with someone as lovely as her.

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It was another typical high school day, and the sun was shining brightly with no clouds in the sky. The sky was blue, and it was one of those days when you simply wanted to sleep, but you couldn't since you had a sharp-eyed instructor in front of you. That is, until a thought occurred to you. The teacher saw your question as you raised your arm.

"Miss I need to go to the bathroom. Nature is calling"

"And why should I allow you?"

"Guess I'll just take a shit here then"

As the teacher groaned and begged you to hurry up, the class chuckled at your reply. You exited the classroom with a smile on your face and began roaming the corridors. You're pleased the hall monitors are all in class because you could have been sent to the student behavioral office and punished by cleaning the school garden, which would have been the worst penalty possible. The gardeners were not cleaning up the weeds that were all over the property. It didn't even appear like a garden; it was more like a tiny forest.

In the schoolyard, an angelic voice stopped your walk. It was strange for someone to be singing like that in this period, but what perplexed you the most was why the choir would rehearse outside with the sun shining brightly. You went outside because you were curious and spotted a female singing alone on a bench.

It was quite surprising that someone like her could get those voices all by herself. Your eyes narrowed as you realized the female wasn't simply any other chick. Everyone was talking about the legendary Yunjin Huh. Many males wanted to get to know her better, but her welcoming demeanor worked as a barrier, making the guys feel rejected even if they didn't confess.

As she finished her song, you couldn't help but clap grabbing her attention as she didn't expect that soemone would have heard her.

"Wow, that's amazing Yunjin"

"Oh.. I didn't know I wasn't alone.. Hehe.. What's your name?"

"Y/N McDaniels. So your the famous Yunjin huh."

You slowly walked towards her as Yunjin giggled and shook her head in denial.

"I'm not famous Y/N."

"Well if you say so."

"Well aren't you suppose to be in class?"

"With a weather like this? I would rather stay here anf enjoy the winds passing by."

Yunjin giggled as she found you entertaining right away. She's seen how boys at school attempt to appear cool in front of her, but with just a few words, she can tell you don't care about impressing her since your lips just says what's on your mind.

"That is true. Honestly, I would have just stayed somewhere and sleep."

You Chuckeled and thought that her idea wasn't bad at all. Perhaps you can find a place to take a nap or just a place to sleep the day from.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea actually. Any ideas?"

"Oh, well there's the rooftops. There's behind the water and wall where you can sleep. My friends told me about it."

"Looks like a place I need to visit soon. Anyway, your singing earlier, isn't that opera style?"

Yunjin happily nodded her head as a smile appeared on her face. Not many people her age know how Opera is. Sure they know that its a mix of music and acting but it's also a story and a way of showing the emotions in the story.

"You know Opera?"

"I have been through a few shows before with my friends. Are you in an opera club or something?"

"Yes! Actually hold on Y/n. Just stay there."

Yunjin dashed back to the school building while you stood there waiting for her. It was wonderful how Yunjin treated you like a friend and not a stranger since most people would have shut you down if you tried to chat. But Yunjin was unique. She returned not long after with a ticket in hand.

"We actual have a show this Friday at the school gym. I hope you can be there to watch"

She smiled pleasantly, and you could see the passion and love she had for performing on stages in her grin. You weren't someone who like performing on stage, so having the confidence to express your gift was something you admired in her. But you smiled and took the ticket.

"Sure, I'll be there. You better not dissapoint me Yunjin. I'm a little critical to critiques."

Yunjin laughed at your remark as she playfully rolled her eyes at you.

"Oh please, Just call me Jennifer. And it's like you know what the TRUE OPERA is."

"I know."

"Then what is it?"

"…That's a secret that will be answered soon."

You and Yunjin both chuckled as you got to know each other better. She was a basketball lover, which was your topic of conversation, and you completely lost track of time attempting to communicate with her as both of you were comfortable talking to each other as if you had been friends for a long time.

And you could see how she shone on stage with her acting and powerful vocals during her performance. You could see her potential on a larger scale since, as time passed, you and Yunjin literally became best friends because her friends mixed nicely with your personality. You both enjoyed making each other laugh and were each other's strongest supporters. So you were overjoyed when she informed you she was heading to Korea to pursue her ambition.

"Jen I'm proud of you. I know you'll do well there in Korea. Show them the American power RAAAAHHH!!"

Yunjin laughed at your silly antic but deep down, she was quite nervous. She was Korean but she wasn't sure if the people there would immediately accept her since she's been living in America for so long. Of course she hasn't forgotten her tone when it comes to speaking her native tounge.

"Heh.. Yeah…"

"Hey Jen, don't worry. You'll do fine. In fact I have something for you so that you wouldn't feel nervous all the time."

You grab your Keychain and handed her your key to your room at your house. This confused Yunjin as she chuckled.

"Why your key?"

"Because in that key holds my room at my house we're we made memories together, having fun and supported each other. That key symbolizes our friendship and my support for you on whatever you will do in the future. So Yunjin, Goodluck! Hehe"

Yunjin sobbed and gave you a bear embrace as you gave her one final grin. Yunjin didn't often reveal her tender side to you, but when she did, it made her appear so frail that you wanted to shield her from the outside world. More than anything else, you didn't want her to fail in life, even if you didn't enjoy seeing her miserable. You thought that you would still be friends with her in the future and that you could be her pillar of support. even if you both have more time than ever.

"Heh.. Thanks Y/N.. I'll make sure I'll be an famous Idol. So.. You better be an NBA star when we meet again got it?"

You gave her a pat on the back and a smile came on your face. Yunjin has always enjoyed challenging you, even on small matters, but this time you are determined to fulfill your ambition even more.

"Heh ,when we meet again, let's have lunch together."

"Ohhh kinda like a date? I'm in!"

"Maybe? But it's still a long time from now. So don't get your hopes up"

"Oh I will. So you better keep your end of the bargain."

Both of you laughed wholeheartedly as you enjoyed Yunjin being in your embrace. It was gonna take a long time again to even see her or even communicate with her so this moment will forever leave a mark in your life because this moment, could be the last time you'll ever see each other again.

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But Destiny spoke a sike. and forced you two to reunite. And you two kept your words to yourself. Because you were a star player for the Los Angeles Lakers and Yunjin was now a famous idol with her group Lesserafim. Meeting her again seemed like a dream come true, and her beauty has only become more stunning.

Standing infront of the staples arena, you were waiting for Yunjin as the sun was slowly reaching its peak. You were quite earlier than the proposed time because you have this unexplained feeling where you wanted to see her and just spend time with her. That thought alone made you smile like an idiot.

"This guy is smiling by himself. So weird.."

You chuckled as a shadow of an umbrella blocked the sunlight as Yunjin was smiling at you. Her bright smile didn't change all this years as you stood up but your eyes immediately caught something familiar.

"You… You still have my key? After all this years?"

You were amazed when Yunjin had your key made into an necklace as Yunjin blushed a little before smiling at you and hugging you with her arms wrapped around your neck.

"Hehehe, It's because it's very important to me~ well.. That means your very important to me hehe"

Your heart began to rush faster after hearing those words, and your cheeks turned redder than normal. Although Yunjin wasn't supposed to drive you crazy, your heart is currently in her grasp.

"T-Thanks… I… I miss you too Jen"

"Come on call me Yunjin. What? Your shy now? Hehe~"

As Yunjin prodded your nose, smiling and scrunching it, she withdrew. You had never seen this side of Yunjin before, and it was changing the way you perceived her. You took the umbrella from Yunjin, and she grasped your hand.

"Say Y/N, how's your parents doing?"

"Oh, there actually in the city right now."

"Oh really?! Then let's have dinner with them."

"You know… That isn't a bad Idea. Let's do it!"

"Yehey! Hehe~"

As you chuckled at Yunjin's goofy yet endearing actions, she clung to your side. As you two strolled through the streets of Los Angeles holding hands, you lifted the umbrella to shield her from the sun. When you were holding her hand and being this close to her, you started to ponder if the Yunjin you had before was simply a friend and the Yunjin you had now was a lady you could love. To be honest, you weren't accustomed to being this tactile with her before and nothing really meant anything before.

Love…

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You shook your head at that thought as you couldn't believe your head process such an crazy thought. You in love with your friend?! You must be crazy.

"What am I thinking?! She's your friend. That's crossing the line"

Yunjin smiled slightly as she noticed the sorrow on your face. So far, her strategy of getting you to fall in love with her was working nicely. She is aware that time has gone between you two, and her heart has at last come to the realization that you are the man she desires. They said she was a late bloomer, but following the game, she broke down and acknowledged her love for you, and her heart is calling out for you.

She giggled and getting your attention from her as her eyes glittered with admiration and love.

"What's wrong Y/N? You looked in distress. You wanna take a shit or something?"

She laughed at her own remark and just like that, your thoughts was erased by Yunjin being happy again. Her smile was very precious to you and you were willing to sacrifice the world just to protect that smile of hers.

"Nu-Uh. Silly. Anyway, my parents made a reservation for their dinner tonight. I can message them that I'll join them with you. I'm sure they would love to see you again"

"Heh, I kinda miss your parents too. Especially you…"

"What was that?"

"I said I'm hungry. Buy me food Daniels."

As you purchased her a new York burger, you smiled at her moniker. You two took a seat on a wooden bench and started gorging on the burger like two ravenous racoons causing mayhem. It was evident from strolling around the city how stunning and wonderful Yunjin was. Even if it occasionally made you grimace, her grin and antics made you smile. You were forced to reconsider when she seemed to have an odd fascination towards you out of the blue.

Do you miss her because she's an old friend?

Or

Do you miss her because your falling for her?

Your gaze was fixed on her the whole day, and your hand remained in hers. While everything around you grew hazy, Yunjin glowed brightly. The city was still bustling even though the sun had long set. While strolling through the city center, you and Yunjin noticed a pianist who was playing a melodic tune.

"Wanna see me sing Y/N?"

"You'll sing?"

"Yeah. I'll show you my progress before finally becoming an Idol."

You couldn't help but feel proud at her as you let her hand go as she walked towards the performer. They spoke as he handed her the mic and soon a small crowd began to form surrounding her. Yunjin eyed you and smiled.

"This song is for my tall best friend right there. Hope you like this."

As the audience cheered you on, you flushed. Everyone was mesmerized by Yunjin's voice as the pianist started to play, and you couldn't help but gaze at her in wonder. It seemed to be the song of the heart the way she was singing it. Every second that goes by, your heart is beating harder and louder, and her eyes are constantly glinting at you.

Your heart was calling out for her, letting you know that you were missing her, and maybe you realized as soon as you heard her voice. Her music told the tale of how you and Yunjin overcame adversity together to realize your own aspirations rather than just being a show. A startling glimpse of memories passed before your eyes, showing you that the sacrificed tears and disappointment were ultimately worthwhile. You got a peek into Yunjin's struggles while she pursued her goals.

You two persevered through difficult obstacles and ascended to the top, showcasing your skill to the world. Yunjin may now share her voice and its stories with the world.

But there was one thing you didn't want Yunjin to show.

And it was her smile.

You wanted Yunjin to smile only to you and nobody else. Your heart had given the brain the message that you...

Have fallen in love

As the song ended, an eruption of cheer engulf Yunjin as she smiled happily. She thanked the pianist and walked toward you happily. Your smile wasn't the smile you usually show, it was now full of admiration and love.

"So Did I do well?"

You could only nod your head at her as no words can describe how much she shined beautiful right now. Yunjin giggled as she blushed seeing how you stare at her. She could feel her heart racing so much and she could feel the atmosphere change now. She could feel that something amazing was bound to happen.

"Yunjin… Your amazing.."

"Heh.. C-Come on.. I-It's nothing special.."

Yunjin blushed and shyly looked away as you stare at her. Yunjin returned her gaze at you as both of you stare at each other's eyes seeing admiration and love in them. Your throat was getting more and more dryer as you don't know what to speak but you could feel the moment was now.

"Yunjin… I-"

"Wait Hold on. I wanted to show you something Y/N"

You were interested in what Yunjin was about to show you when she took something out of her pocket. Then, when she attached it to her necklace, a little gold heart materialized in her hand.

"Y/N, Do you know why I added a heart in my necklace?"

You gulped as her cheeks were turning red. You weren't a fool, you know why she placed that heart near the key you gifted her.

"Yeah…"

"Then I don't need to explain much. All you need to hear is that You unlocked my feelings for you. When I was down, I was holding on in this key knowing you were going through the same hardship as me. Even when we were far away, I knew you were still supporting me as I am too you. So.. Y/N… "

The ambiance has grown more strong as everyone vanished out of sight and the surrounding sounds abruptly subsided. You and Yunjin seemed to be the only people in the world. After taking a deep breath, Yunjin looked into your eyes and spoke the song that was on her heart.

"I.. Like you.. Not as my best friend or bestie but as I guy.…I wanna spend my life with."

"Yunjin…."

"I love you Y/N."

There it was, the final song of her heart was performed right infront of you as it was your turn to either applause her performance or be a critique towards her. You already know your answer as you spoke.

"Yunjin I-"

"Shhh..Y/N, I'm not the only girl you should think about."

Yunjin placed a finger on your mouth stopping you from saying the 3 words that you desperately wanted to say. But hearing her words made you confused on what she meant.

"What do you…"

Your phone vibrated indicating a notification as your eyes widen upon seeing the message. You looked at Yunjin who smiled and nodded her head.

"That's right Y/N. It's not just me who's in love with you…"

Your phone vibrated again and this time the messages says…

Zuhazana sent you a message

"Can we meet Y/N?"

.

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.

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"You left me! Why didn't you come back to me!"

"Sakura let me explain"

Rui was at a loss for words as tears streamed down her cheeks. He is aware of how horrible what he did was and how deeply it wounded Sakura.

"No, no! I hate you!!"

3 words that crushed the heart of Rui as Sakura stormed away with tears rolling down her eyes. He could only sigh as he dug himself a hole he never will escape.

"What have I done…."

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Stolen | Canonverse Angst Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.3k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, implied soulmates!au, angst, death, levi being in pain :(, all hurt no comfort, i'm not sorry, idk if this is any good but if i didnt post i was going to rip my hair out plus it gave me an excuse to make some sad sad gifs ✧ warnings: blood, death, canonverse-typical violence, prepare for sadness :)

Even successful expeditions were rarely anything to celebrate. There were generally too many people that died to really make any result worth it. Even if it did technically move humanity forward, the loss of human life always made victory seem somewhat sinister.

This expedition certainly didn't go well, but no one died, which was already something that was practically unheard of. Levi was able to easily account for everyone assigned to his flank, however he had no way of confirming the survival of the soldiers in the left flank—the one you had been assigned to.

Externally, he wasn't too worried. You were capable. Your squad was capable. However, competency and capability could only get you so far. That was how much of an advantage the Titans had over humanity.

Plus, he shouldn't even be having the selfish thought of wanting to immediately confirm your survival. You were supposed to be just another soldier. There was no reason as to why he should prioritize you over anyone else that had come onto the battlefield with him.

Levi sighed to himself as he blatantly told himself that lie. He knew it was a lie. He hated that it was a lie, but your relationship had long moved past the point of being professional.

He remembered the conflicting thoughts that stirred within him when he woke up next to you earlier that morning. The two of you had made a habit of going to see each other the night before an expedition, starting the night off with discussing your shared ire over the world you found yourselves living in before it quickly escalated into another form of stress relief that involved elated breaths and intertwined legs.

You'd see each other, sleep with each other, and then go on your separate ways. This morning was the first one in which Levi didn't immediately leave upon waking. He was usually quick to leave, occasionally electing to avoid staying the night entirely.

The only reason for this was that he didn't want to catch feelings for you. He knew it was a slippery slope, which was why he found himself so pissed that morning when he was forced to admit to himself that he did catch them. He could picture the exact moment that he had realized it. You were stirring in your sleep and a part of him longed for the idea of waking up to that one peaceful moment every day—with the sun shining through the window and you curling up against his chest.

It was just sex at first. It was a good stress relief and you were both easy on the eyes. He had consistently distanced himself emotionally, even on the few occasions in which you would ask him to stay for a while longer on especially stressful nights. He didn't want to get involved in a relationship when either of you could die at any moment, but it was getting harder and harder to stay away from you, and even harder to get himself to leave your bed in the mornings.

Sure, it was just sex—until it wasn't.

It was driving him nuts. He couldn't possibly see himself continuing this friends-with-benefits relationship with you, but he didn't want to cut you off either. He wanted, and needed more.

He had spent the majority of the lengthy ride back to Wall Rose strategizing over how to approach this. Levi had already made up his mind that he was going to bring up the idea of committing. He felt almost pressured to do so. He wanted you by his side, and not just as someone that was readily available whenever he needed to fuck.

He knew some type of celebration was going to occur once they got back to the Walls, given the fact that no one died. It helped keep morale up. He knew you hated how rowdy those could get, so he figured a good opportunity would be to walk you outside to finally have that talk, or maybe he could just go to you as soon as you were back within the Walls and the both of you could spare a minute to be alone.

Levi was sick of waiting and dancing around or avoiding the topic entirely. No matter what happened next, he was determined to show you that your feelings were reciprocated, and not by just a small amount. He couldn't rest until he took that next step to commit himself to being by your side.

~~~~~

Disaster struck. Of course disaster fucking struck. Levi should've anticipated this the minute he noticed that there were next to no Titans on his side of the travel formation.

There was a stench of blood and death in the air as soon as he reached the rendezvous point. The left flank had been ambushed by multiple aberrants. They were still in the process of searching for and retrieving survivors, but the preliminary conclusion was that nearly the entire left flank was wiped out.

Levi currently stood still, his eyes falling on a drape that covered a suspiciously familiar looking body. He was standing only about a foot or two away, with his hand hovering over the corner. All he had to do was lift it to confirm whether it was you or not, but he already knew.

The longer he held off from confirming it, the longer he could continue telling himself that you were okay, and that he can still hold onto the hope that he would still get that chance to tell you what had been brewing underneath the surface.

He took in an unsteady breath and forced himself to grab onto the drape, trying to contain his shaking.

Levi took an unsteady step back, dropping the drape as soon as he came into contact with your eyes, now lifeless.

Every single shared (and occasionally stolen) moment with you flashed through his mind. Those lifeless eyes of yours were once filled with mischief, pain, lust, glee, and hope. He remembered how annoyed he'd get with your tenacity, and how that tenacity ended up contributing to the fact that you were the only person that he felt like could really be competent on the battlefield against the Titans. Your competency was why, even after countless failed expeditions, his faith in you to make it back to the Walls was unwavering.

You had become an odd source of comfort for him. Even when he was actively denying his feelings for you, there was still a huge part of him that would feel safe around you. When he was with you, he wasn't Humanity's Strongest, he was just Levi, and that made you a source of stability in his life that he had been lacking elsewhere.

From the minute that he set eyes on you after you joined the Scouts, he knew that something was different about you, and that there was something drawing him to you. He avoided admitting it for years, and now that he did admit to it, it was too late.

A dark, but unreadable expression fell over Levi Ackerman's face.

He knew.

He had known this for years. He knew that his curse was that the moment that he decided that he wanted something was the exact moment that he lost it.

He knew that you were supposed to be here with him, alive and well, and not as a mangled corpse that resulted from their war with the Titans.

He finally recognized that it was you that was supposed to be by his side, but not in this lifetime—not anymore.

Your life—the life the both of you were supposed to share—had been stolen from him in the blink of an eye.

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[aaronstveit]

i would loooove to hear more of your director's commentary about deep end! <3 not sure how much you can say without spoiling but did you make a lot of changes from the original draft? and are there any scene that didn't make it into the final fic? thank youuu <3

omg hi anon this question made my entire day <3333 gonna answer beneath a read more as always because when talking about deep end i am this trc meme

okay so firstly! i wrote deep end 3 times. the original draft had a final wordcount of 126,978 words. the middle draft had a final wordcount of 175,065 words. the final draft's wordcount is not finalized yet because i am still editing & still adding one scene to the epilogue, but obviously we've already surpassed the first draft's wordcount, so that's fun.

as you can see, about 50k words were added in the middle draft! there are a lot of reasons for this. chapters 8 & 9, as well as about half of chapter 10, did not exist in the original draft. i added them during rewriting because i felt we hadn't spent enough time with enjolras & cosette.

combeferre and éponine were almost nonexistent in the original draft. not just as a couple, but individually as well. every single grantaire & éponine scene was added in the middle draft, and most of enjolras & combeferre's scenes as well.

i actually didn't cut any full scenes out! there were quite a few though where i started writing a scene, realized it was wrong, and erased what i had written and started over. for instance, this bit in chapter 18:

in the original draft, i tried writing enjolras turning to grantaire at this point and saying, "I think I'm in love with you," before cosette answered the door. obviously, i ended up deciding against this, mostly because i decided the kiss scene would pack more of a punch if enjolras realizes he's in love with grantaire right when he's in the middle of their argument.

i also deleted soooooooooo many arguments. this is probably surprising considering how often they argue in this fic, but at least once a chapter i really had to stop myself and say, okay no this is getting unhealthy. i enjoy writing arguments too much apparently - which is good for writing exr, but only to a certain extent.

originally, grantaire was not going to have a sister. it genuinely did not even occur to me until chapter 11 (which was chapter 8 at the time), but once it did occur to me, i couldn't not do it. his grief plotline became way too dear to me way too quickly.

the biggest changes i made during writing all had to do with reordering events!! originally, karaoke happened somewhere around chapter 8. i ended up moving it wayyyyyyyyy back because i felt like their flirting was out of place so early in the story.

i also moved enjolras' arguments with cosette and grantaire to an earlier point than i originally intended. at first, i thought they were going to happen around the second-to-last chapter, but i moved them forward a lot earlier because i thought more work needed to be done with enjolras.

the chapter that underwent the most changes from the middle draft to the finished draft is chapter 24. obviously i can't say just yet what those changes are, but i'm really really happy with how that chapter turned out and i hope you all will be as well <3

several of my personal favorite scenes in this fic are actually cannibalized from something i tried writing and gave up on a few months ago. marius getting mugged in chapter 4, the hamlet conversation in chapter 7, and enjolras tending to grantaire's broken nose in chapter 14 were all taken from the same abandoned wip.

as for some more random tidbits that i find fun:

a fun fact for everyone is that cosette did not pull the phrase "who has a flag where he should have a heart" out of thin air! she takes this from courfeyrac in chapter 13:

which is why courfeyrac winces when enjolras says it in chapter 19:

also in chapter 19, enjolras means to say that Train to Busan is his favorite horror movie ending. i didn't just choose that because i love that movie (although i really really do) but because. well. i'm not going to spoil the ending for you if you haven't seen it, but... it was very deliberate is all i'm saying.

i really cannot overstate how much of this fic only exists because of cossette notebookmusical. for starters, i only even attempted writing it because she said "jamie if you don't write this." she also got to spend months listening to me bitch about it and receiving so many horrible snippets from the original draft so coco, if you're reading this, thank you from the very bottom of my heart 🫶🏻

more specifically, the entire beginning sequence of chapter 17 with grantaire staying the night at enjolras' apartment was inspired by cossette! i was asking her for situations to put the blond man in and one of her ideas was that he loses his keys. so everyone say thank you cossette!

also the bit in chapter 19 where enjolras thinks about combeferre a psychology minor is the worst thing to ever happen to you was added after i said something to cossette and she said something along the lines of, "would you like to elaborate on that?"

the ending bit of chapter 23 is also inspired by and written for cossette. you'll see what i mean in a few weeks.

there are a lot more bits and pieces inspired by things that cossette has said and done, or added just to make her laugh, but if i listed all of them i would be here forever. just know that this entire fic is cocoservice and it is only because of cossette that it exists at all <333333

there is also a collection of scenes i'm considering writing as "bonus content" for when the fic is fully posted - mostly scenes that already exist, but from another point of view, and a few that are only mentioned in passing.

okay i'm cutting myself off now because this is a lot of yapping even for me but you may always ask more if you're so inclined <3333 thank you sm for asking i had so much fun answering this! i really can't tell you how much it means to me not only that you're not only reading but also enjoying it so much that you're asking about it like... this is literally a fic writer's DREAM. thank you so so so much <3333

[henrysglock]

He's Talking To Me Through The Lights!

Something that just hit me (and I'm not sure why I didn't make the connection earlier) is that we can't concretely say it was Vecna, or any version of Henward for that matter, that we saw in the shed with Will on Nov. 6th, 1983.

Now you're probably saying to yourself "Okay, James Henrysglock has finally lost the fucking plot". I promise you I haven't, and that I actually have a pattern that supports this. Please just like. Give me the chance to explain what I mean.

Let's look at the lightbulb in the Byers' shed when Will is snatched:

And we all go: "The lightbulb, like in the Creel family's attic! The blinding light! That's a trademark Vecna thing!"

Except it isn't.

First off, the lightbulb itself, while connected to to the Creel family's attic, isn't specifically a Vecna thing. It's also heavily attributed to HNL.

Second off, when we first see "Vecna" trance and kill (allegedly) in 1959, gateless kills, there is no blinding light. It's just flashing lights:

It's the same deal in 1979:

No steady, blinding light, just flashing lights.

So really, what's wrong here is the assignment of the light's behavior, that steady, blinding glow, to Vecna. Blinding lights have never been a Vecna-specific trait. Blinding lights are, in fact, consistently linked to gate events.

When do we see lights steadily flaring bright throughout Stranger Things??

Season 2: El closes the gate

Season 4: Vecna kills Patrick and opens Watergate

Season 4: El fights One

Now, this particular sequence becomes more complex when we consider a few confounding details:

1. El's Changing Eye Blood Between the blinding light sequence of teen El and the banishment of Henward by baby El, there is both a camera swap and a makeup swap. We never see bright-lights teen El again after this swap, despite irl El continuing to function in NINA the way she had been when her teen self was shown to us. This means we may not have seen the fate of whichever baby El teen El is representing, especially given that Martie and Millie match in blood pattern in BTS pictures (a blood pattern we never see on filmed baby El).

2. The Dematerialization-Gate Split + Mirror Swapping The gate and the dematerialization don't occur simultaneously.

Nor do they occur within the same mirror orientation, with the same crack patterns, or with the same bloody gown pattern. They are separate events. We do not see El open wallgate, even though we know, logically, that she did so.

3. The Lighting The lighting when El dematerializes Henward is identical to the time she dematerialized the demogorgon: Dark, teal-grey, flashing lights.

Why do I dredge all that back up?

Because the earlier bright light is most likely associated with the gate outcome. It's always a gate. Always.

"Okay, well, clearly Vecna opened a gate and yoinked Will, then."

Did he though? Because Vecna himself seems to think differently:

Vecna couldn't open gates until ST4, otherwise he would have done so earlier.

We also know it can't be the demogorgon that yoinked Will, either, because demogorgon attacks are associated with wildly flashing lights. The light in the Byers' shed just steadily brightens. I have a theory about the sound overlay, because a similar thing happens visually in 4.07 when they overlay the gate and dematerialization outcomes:

I wouldn't be surprised if there were multiple different things happening at the same time in different timelines re: Will's disappearance (I will touch on this below).

So, most of all, this begs the question: Why is the lightbulb in Will's shed behaving as though someone is opening a gate, when Vecna cannot yet open gates?

This leaves me with two main speculations:

1. The lights flared due to El opening Mothergate, given that that happened on the same day. El first contacts the Demogorgon at 1:33pm on Nov. 6th and panics. We aren't given a time for the opening of Mothergate, but it was sometime later, likely far later, given that it occurs during the shift of the guy who gets chomped in the elevator on the night of the 6th:

This would mean that someone else was in the shed with Will, likely someone from or in cahoots with HNL, which would explain how they were able to get his fake body accurate right down to the clothes he went missing in. Those may even have been his clothes on the doll, given that one of the newspapers said he was found being experimented on in HNL.

2. Will, panicking, opened his own gate to escape the situation. He ended up in the UD that way, hence why he's still wearing the clothes he disappeared in.

(Note, these situations are not mutually exclusive à la timeline theory and the differing newspapers surrounding Will's disappearance)

Either way, what the hell is going on here?

[bonny-kookoo]

Sugar & spice

• What was the first reaction of the other members (we all know already what Namjoon thought 🙄), when they found out about Y/N or when they met her for the first time?

I mean yeah, Namjoon is kind of.. 🤧 I'll still include him tho lol

Namjoon:

"So what you're saying is-" Namjoon says, trying hard to stay composed. "-You've been hiding the fact that you adopted a fucking hybrid three years ago? And you didn't think once about telling me, or us in general?" He says, shaking his head. Jungkook is standing in his studio with his arms crossed, having somewhat expected this reaction from the leader. "She's not going to be able to handle your career-"

"You didn't even meet her yet, I've handled it fine until now-" jungkook argues back, but Namjoon won't let him.

"She's a hybrid!" He barks out, successfully shutting the younger idol up. "I.. need time to think about this." He says, and Jungkook gladly leaves his studio-

Because he's sure, otherwise he might've done something he'd regret later.

Jimin:

"You're awfully curious about her." Jungkook notices as Jimin watches you sleep with your head on his thigh.

"Hmhm. I.. have been thinking about, you know, something like this as well." He explains, watching you snooze away while Jungkook runs his hand over your hair. "When I donated to the Busan Carecenter for the first time, last year- there was a hybrid who I've been told had been there for six years." The singer softly says, remembering the situation. "All because she doesn't talk. She uses sign language instead." He says. "Its honestly cute. Like, she signed this-" he demonstrates with his hands, "to tell me I'm handsome. So bold!" He laughs to himself, and Jungkook grins.

"Why not do it?" He asks. "I mean, it works out for me. And you're a good person, hyung."

"What if I like her too much?" Jimin quietly asks, and Jungkook shrugs.

"They're not stupid. I mean, look at us both. It's all consensual, we talked about it a lot before anything happened, and that's what's most important."

"Wait, youre-" jimin asks, and Jungkook nods, shrugging.

"We are." He simply says. "And I wouldn't want anybody else than her."

Hoseok:

"She's adorable, really.!" He laughs from his spot, watching how you run back to both Jungkook and him with your and Jungkooks jackets. "You're so fast too!" He praises, and you smile, before giving Hoseok something he receives with wide eyes. "Where'd you find that?" He asks astounded, having searched for that bracelet the entire day. You simply point towards a chair way further back, and Jungkook smiles.

"She's like a police dog in that department." He comments. "No idea how she does it."

"Sounds incredibly helpful." He laughs, smiling at you, who rather hides a little behind Jungkook who instead occupies your attention by helping you into your coat. "She's super shy, isn't she?" He says more calmer now, and Jungkook nods.

"A mix of past trauma and her general character I believe." He shrugs, putting on his own coat. "The more you get to know her, the more she'll open up, promise." He reassures, and Hoseok nods.

"Even if she stays quiet, that's fine." He says, before he looks at you. "Dont ever let anyone force you to be someone you're not." He says, and you nod.

Taking that suggestion to heart.

Taehyung & Jin:

"Well, that's certainly not something I thought to witness." Seokjin says, standing in the entryway together with Taehyung, both idols looking at the chaotic scenery in front of them.

"I'm sorry- I wanted to tell you, I promise- no wait stay still, please baby-" Jungkook struggles, holding your head still to access the damage that had occurred earlier. Vote idols had caught the singer off-guard; causing you to run a bit too fast over the tiled floors, slipping and subsequently hitting your head on the edge of the living room table.

"I- who is she even? Are you looking after someone's hybrid?" Seokjin wants to know, but Taehyung taps his older bandmate's arm, pointing around.

There's clear signs of a hybrid living here, long term, and it gets clearer the further they step into their bandmate's home. Food additives and supplements in the kitchen, a nutrition guide on the fridge, multiple coats and shoes nowhere near Jungkook's size in the entryway. You're not someone's hybrid. You're his hybrid.

"Do you feel dizzy? Sick? No?" Jungkook asks, making sure you didn't sustain any serious injuries from your fault- before he holds you close while you cry from the shock of the accident. "I'm.. really sorry. This isn't how I wanted you to find out."

"Man, I'm impressed if anything. So that's why no one's allowed to visit you?" Taehyung wonders, and Jungkook nods.

The singer had wanted to pick something up from Jungkook on his way to his own home- and Jungkook had agreed, having intended to just give it out by the door, having you hide somewhere so it wouldn't come out.

"Well.. I mean, if you're not ready to share it with the guys yet, I won't tell." Seokjin shrugs. Taehyung next to him nods as well.

"Did she hurt herself bad?" Taehyung wonders, stepping a bit closer to where you're hiding in Jungkook's chest, and the singer who's holding you shakes his head.

"Luckily just a bump on the head. Just the shock, really." He says, and slowly, you lean back, looking at the stranger with tear stained cheeks and glistening eyes.

"I'm sorry we scared you. Let's meet some other time instead, okay?" Taehyung offers, and Seokjin smiles as well- and you nod, before looking at Jungkook.

It's not how he wanted anyone to find out- but he knows to trust his hyungs. They'll keep it secret until he's ready.

Yoongi:

"Thats a lot of supplements." Yoongi comments on, looking at the small bottles of food supplements that are in Jungkooks kitchen. The singer next to him nods.

"She can basically eat anything, but I like to make sure she gets all she needs." He says, flipping the piece of meat in the pan. "Some might think I'm a bit too picky with what she gets to eat. I think I actually am." He chuckles.

"Nah, it's normal to be so aware, I guess." The rapper shrugs. "They're dependent on us to a certain degree, after all." He mumbles, watching the younger idol plate up your portion of dinner. "Is she always this calm?" He wonders, looking over at you quietly watching TV while both he and Jungkook reside in the kitchen.

"I mean, yeah? She gets her days where she's a little hyper, but a lot of people have told me she's really calm." He says. "Many just think hybrids are either eternal children or full on pets. It's infuriating, really."

"It really is. But they're just different." Yoongi shrugs off, turning around to get cutlery. "It'll get better one day, I hope. People like Namjoon just.. haven't really looked into it enough to understand it." He explains.

"Still... it upsets me that he's acting like she's some alien that's gonna ruin everyone's life's now." Jungkook sighs.

"Oh, that was to be expected, though." Yoongi laughs. "There's a reason some of us don't tell Namjoon everything that's going on in our lives." He laughs. "He'd lose his mind if he ever got wind of some of the shit we do in our private time." He jokes.

"I mean, there's hardly something worse right now than one of his bandmates owning a fucking hybrid." Jungkook jokes, and Yoongi simply turns towards him with chopsticks in hand.

"Oh there is." He says, grinning boyishly. "Two of his bandmates owning a hybrid."

[sholiofic]

Whumptober Day 25: Surgery

Once more I jump ahead to a prompt that's calling to me.

No. 25: SURGERY Stitches | Being Monitored | “It’s for your own good.”

Algy, team, EvS; somewhere post-canon, 700 wds. Also posted on DW.

Algy disliked the circumstances as much as he disliked the fussing, but he didn't want to admit to either. He sat on the edge of the bed in a hospital gown, putting up with the others' friendly teasing and Ginger prodding playfully at his knee.

"So will it work better now? Will you be an Olympic sprinter?"

Algy aimed a dramatic kick at him, ignoring the twinge. Ginger pulled away just as dramatically.

"I can still outrun you, imp."

Biggles sat on the edge of the opposite bed, somehow still boyish even after all these years, wearing his pilot's jacket -- he had come directly from the airfield -- with his elbows on his knees and an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He smiled at Algy. "We'll keep your desk warm for you. And if you're back before you're cleared for duty, you'll be out on your ear, Flying-Lieutenant."

"Look who's talking," Algy shot back, and picked up a balled-up towel off the metal bedside table to throw at him.

He had no chance, because a ward sister came in, crisp and starched, to sweep them all out and inform Algy that the orderlies would be up to take him to the surgical suite soon. The others left: Ginger with a clasp to the shoulder, Bertie gripping his hand, and Biggles giving him a nod that conveyed more than words.

Algy was left to lean back on his pillows and contemplate the vague ache in his knee, the fact that he was going to wake up with a ligament reconstruction, and strangest of all, the idea that he'd lived long enough for parts of his body to start giving out naturally.

"Brooding?" said a voice from the doorway. Algy jumped violently.

Von Stalhein was lounging there, hair mostly grey now, wearing a long overcoat and evidently just as sneaky as ever. Algy glared at him.

"They're going to come to take me into surgery any minute now. Don't you get tired of sneaking in and out of places like some kind of stray cat? Why didn't you just walk in with Biggles earlier?"

Von Stalhein remained implacable as always. "I had the impression that earlier was for - family."

Algy shied away from the thought that von Stalhein seemed to be around the flat so much these days that he might as well be. Terrible thought, he hoped the anesthesia erased it. "And now is for ex-spies who creepily sneak into hospitals while other people are trying to rest, I suppose?"

Now the corners of the austere mouth twitched. "Knee surgery, I'm told?"

Biggles had been talking, evidently. Algy found he didn't mind in particular; it saved explanations. "Ligament repair. Routine these days, they tell me. Next they'll be replacing the thing entirely."

"I wouldn't be surprised," von Stalhein said. "All that chasing criminals is hard on the knees, I suppose."

Algy raised his head from the pillow, stirred from waiting resignation by sheer outrage. "You should know!"

"Ah, but you never caught me, did you?"

Algy sputtered for a moment. "I can call a sister and have you thrown out."

"I think they're on their way anyway," von Stalhein said, glancing into the hall. "I will be on my way as well."

"Wait -- you --" Algy was not quite sure where he was going with this, but the distraction had been -- not welcome, exactly, but ... distracting. "You don't need to sneak in next time, it's ridiculous. Act your age for once and use the front door."

A quick flash of a smile, then von Stalhein was gone, vanishing as if he had faded into the shadows, and a moment later two orderlies came in to wheel Algy down to surgery.

It occurred to Algy, as the anesthetic mask was placed over his face and he obeyed the order to breathe in deeply, that he had been far too busy being annoyed with von Stalhein to fret about the upcoming surgery. It was really a dastardly piece of emotional manipulation, the bastard; he felt they should all be more concerned about von Stalhein's clear tendency to ----~~~~~

(He woke some time later, drifting hazily back to consciousness in a post-surgical ward to find Ginger and Bertie playing a card game on the table beside the bed, and Biggles and von Stalhein sitting and chatting quietly on an adjacent bed. And he found that he didn't mind the company at all.)

[penguwastaken]

yo i was just goin through your blog and this post in particular stood out to me https://www.tumblr.com/penguwastaken/749651172845092864/junko-never-lied-in-chapter-6-of-danganronpa?source=share the one about junko lying about izuru killing the student council members. and i just have to say... it literally says in the text you cited that izuru was there... "Enoshima used the Old School Building due to its being closed off, locked the Student Council and Ultimate Hope inside, and caused them to kill each other utilizing various tricks. Scattering weapons, threatening to kill everyone if a murder didn't occur, murdering in plain sight to demonstrate... and so on. She was trying to make them doube each other, to kill each other... it was almost as though she wanted to experiment. She is... truly messed up..." izuru, the ultimate hope, was locked in there with them and junko made both him and the student council members kill each other. "made them to kill each other" — as in everyone locked inside. obviously izuru would've won, being the ultimate hope/having literally every talent. hence why it's a no-brainer he could've killed all the student council members. dr0 and dr2 support the same idea. given dr0 came out right before dr2 it's pretty clear to me the intention of junko's line here is to imply there was a full sweep on izuru's side — he managed to take all of them down effortlessly. this also kinda lines up with junko's line in dr2 about "breaking izuru's spirit" imho. not saying junko never lies but this was lowkey a bad example as it doesn't contradict earlier evidence at all. dr0 and dr2 line up a bit better in this specific case than dr3 does for me (not hate or anything i just wanted to point it out bc it's been eating at me. no shame in liking dr3 either like pop off but i was just itching to point this out)

Not really sure what the issue is here, like, at all.

In Danganronpa Zero, Yasuke claims that that Izuru was locked in with the rest of the student council and Junko made them kill each other. Yasuke doesn't say Junko made Izuru kill the student council, he says that it was a mutual killing.

There are also multiple scenes in Danganronpa Zero where they describe the student council killing each other and not Izuru killing everyone. They even directly say: "the Tragedy of Hope’s Peak wasn’t simply a mass murder."

Like let's look at this specific scene for example:

In this scene, we see someone in a school uniform attacking another person. "But Pengu, this person could technically be Izuru because he has a uniform." Well unfortunately, that's also wrong. Because immediately after...

...we see that man in the student uniform get killed by another person. And then we witness a brawl between several people take place. Obviously this paints a very clear picture that Izuru did not do the killing on his own.

I'm not really sure how you can assume Izuru killed the entire student council when the murder was literally stated to have not been a mass murder, was described as a mutual killing, and we literally see them kill each other.

The most we get to Izuru being a mass murderer is Soshun telling Yasuke that Izuru was the culprit. However this is:

Before Yasuke learns of the Mutual Killing

Because Soshun was implied to have been hiding and just saw Izuru

In fact, this is something Danganronpa 3 further addresses. When we meet Soshun and the rest of the student council in the anime, they all believe that friends wouldn't kill friends, easily explaining why Soshun would think Izuru did it.

But the point is from Danganronpa Zero alone, we factually know that Izuru was not the sole killer of the Student Council. How many people he did kill or whether he killed anybody at all is left vague, all we know is that he was there and suffered only a minor injury.

Which brings us back to the claim Junko makes in Danganronpa 2.

Now that we've literally seen the student council kill each other, there is no doubt that this is just blatantly untrue.

So yes, in this instance, Junko lied without a doubt. Hopefully this cleared any confusion.

[stevmarie]

Our boys finally get to learn a little more about each other...

Saint of Steel AU: Part 6

Gajeel retired to the tent not so exhausted but extremely agitated. Of course, he had no right to be. Because he should be thankful for the hospitality, and above all, for the warm place to sleep. But still... did it have to be in the captain's tent?

He scrubbed his face with his hands.

Earlier that day, Laxus had left him before the empty tent, allowing him to choose where it was he wanted to sleep. This allowed Gajeel to pick a place close to the entrance of the tent, and later, once Laxus had helped to set up the rest of the camp, had placed his own on the opposite side. If the captain took notice of the positioning, or if he even cared, he had shown no sign. Which would be very much like him, come to think of it.

The word chivalrous came to Gajeel's mind, unfurling rather like an origami bird losing its shape to poor craftsmanship.

He let out a sigh and pulled his robes tighter around himself before stoking the small stove to help warm the small space. He was sitting on the ground contemplating a cup of tea when the captain came in. He gave Gajeel a cursory glance before removing his cloak to hang near the stove.

Gajeel feigned disinterest, but still watched the man out of the corner of his eye.

"Father, do you truly think I am merely a mercenary captain?"

Laxus removed his gloves and his gauntlets and set them to the side. He dug through his bag and procured a whetstone, settling down on his own bedroll with his long legs flat against the ground. He drew his sword from its scabbard, and the ring of metal made Gajeel's molars taste like copper. On another man, all of this would appear very relaxed. But there was nothing in the way Laxus carried himself that said at ease. It occurred to Gajeel that this man could go from this calm state to ready to fight in the seconds it would take Gajeel to even register danger. There was a quality about him that spoke of a well-fed predator. For the moment, it was sated and content to bide its time. But turn your back at the wrong moment...

"Do you often work with the Pegasus Temple?" Gajeel asked.

Laxus blinked down at his sword, processing his words. If he was surprised, he showed no sign other than a slight twitch of his brow. He slid the whetstone against the blade, sharpening the edge.

"More often now than we used to," Laxus replied.

"What sort of things does the Pegasus Temple contract with mercenaries for?" Gajeel said, and then gestured vaguely towards the opening of the tent, "Aside from escorting merchants and their precious wares."

"Oh, usually we're escorting healers, or lawyers, or The Bishop," he paused at that last one before continuing, "They're a practical lot, the priests of the Pegasus Temple. So practical they often don't understand that they could be in danger."

"I see..." Gajeel said slowly.

"You know, a friend of mine, Gildarts, once told me he was told to escort a healer through the red lamp district. The man was against it. He was afraid a man with a sword might scare some of his clients."

"I can understand why he'd be worried about that," Gajeel replied, "I can't imagine any red lamp district would take men with swords walking around."

"Yes, well, there was an issue of headless bodies being found around that area," he replied, his tone dry.

"Ah..."

Headless bodies? Now didn't that sound familiar...

"When this fact was pointed out to him, do you want to know what the healer said?" Laxus shot him a tired look, "Who would ever murder a healer?"

Gajeel chuckled, "I think if someone is to the point of chopping off heads, they might not care who it is."

"You understand my friend's dismay, then."

"And... you think the murderer has moved north, do you?" Gajeel asked, again looking at Laxus only out of the corner of his eye.

Laxus hesitated.

"Surely, you don't think I'm the murderer?" Gajeel asked, unable to stop a lopsided grin, "Why the secrecy?"

"No, of course not," Laxus rushed to say, his eyes widening slightly, "It's just... ah... the Bishop is concerned about mass panic."

Gajeel raised his eyebrows, "The Bishop doesn't want to warn people about someone going around chopping people's heads off?"

Laxus studied his blade for a moment, his eyes going hard as he thought. Then, he seemed to make up his mind.

"We know who, er, we know what is doing it,” he said at length.

Gajeel blinked at him, “What?”

“Yes. That same friend of mine, Gildarts, stumbled on one in an alley. It was a man, or, it looked like a man. Or, ehh… it was a man’s head made out of clay. Somehow, and I don’t know how, it removes the head of the victim and replaces it with its own. And then it uses that new body until it decays enough that it needs a new one.”

The story in the tavern suddenly made a lot of sense. A body found missing a head, and a different head found nearby.

“A… clay head?” Gajeel asked, not understanding.

“Yes. We’ve been calling them smooth men because, well, they look like men unless you look at them closely. But they’re made out of clay.”

“They? As in…?”

Laxus nodded gravely, “More than one.”

“And you think they… what? Fled north?”

“No.” Laxus said, “We think they came from here.”

“That story, from the man at the tavern…”

“Five years ago, yes. We think that someone is making them, a wonder worker of some kind, and that they may be heading back to them now that they’ve been found out.”

“How many are there?” Gajeel asked.

Laxus shrugged, “We don’t know. We destroyed two of them, and a warehouse where it appeared new heads were being made, although those weren’t alive.”

"And the Bishop doesn't want to warn people because...?" Gajeel asked, mildly horrified.

Laxus's smile was wan and wry, "Could you imagine what people would do if they were told there were pale creatures who looked like men on the loose beheading people? And that we didn't know how many there were or where they were hiding?"

"Oh." Gajeel said eloquently, "That... wouldn't be good."

"Mass panic." Laxus iterated, "We'd be doing more harm than good."

"So that's the real reason you're heading across the mountains?"

"It wasn't out of distrust that I didn't mention it," Laxus said quickly, "But imagine I had and we dropped you off at the next small village we came across? And imagine you told them a band of armed men were searching for strange clay human look-alikes that were out beheading people?"

"Yes... I can imagine."

Gajeel could imagine. He could image very, very well, actually. He himself had to hide parts of himself for fear of what people would do if they found out. And he was at least human.

"People would tear apart anyone they saw as an outsider... or burn them at the stake."

"Yes," Laxus hummed contemplatively.

They lapsed back into silence as Laxus continued to work. Once he was done sharpening his blade, he stripped himself of his tabard, revealing the chainmail beneath. The tiny ringlets glittered in the dim light of the stove as he pulled the heavy armor from his shoulders.

Gajeel tried very, very hard not to stare.

The man was fair with skin almost as light as cream. Skin that was pulled tight against each curve of every muscle on his chest and his back. Gods, the man had such with shoulders, and surprisingly, a tattoo of black ink. Gajeel didn't know much about tattoos, except only that many religious orders didn't like them. He did know enough about them to know these were decorative and not a symbol of slavery or imprisonment.

Gajeel was just letting his eyes trail down the curve of the man's hips when the captain did the unthinkable. He paced back over to his bag and began rummaging around, bending over. For a very long, very foolish moment, he appreciated what leggings could do to the man's ass when he was bent over like that, and the muscles of his thighs. And then he promptly laid down and rolled away from him, telling his heart to stop beating so loudly or else he'd rip it out and throw it into the cold.

Gajeel was shuffling through the narrow corridor of the monastery. Smoke made his lungs burn and he heard his brothers yelling about fire in the distance. He ran for the altar room, his eyes burning from the smoke as heat closed in on him. The altar was on fire. The red and orange flames danced in dreadful, jittery motion across the old wood. He gazed at the tapestry of Saint Metalicana, gazing down with red eyes and a genteel expression. He needed to save it, he needed to get the tapestry down. When he reached for the altar, it was burning.

"Father..."

Gajeel kept reaching towards the flames, trying to reach the tapestry without his robes catching on fire. The smoke made him choke. It burned his throat and his nose and he couldn't see through the tears in his eyes.

"Father..." someone was calling him , "Gajeel."

"No..." Gajeel gasped, "I have to save it..."

"Gajeel, you don't have to save anything."

But I have to. I'm so close, I can almost reach-

"Father, you're dreaming."

I'm... dreaming.

Gajeel's eyes snapped open. He gasped for breath, swinging his gaze about wildly.

"Father..." Laxus's voice was calm and it was deep. It was the voice of a dear friend, the voice of a brother, a voice that could be trusted above all else, "You are safe."

I am... safe...

Gajeel's eyes focused on Laxus. The captain was on his knees close to him, but not close enough to touch. At he come to his side when Gajeel had begun having his nightmare? He would have believed the captain had been on his knees the entire night standing guard.

"Father, when you have these dreams, can you be touched?" he asked in that calm voice.

"I..." Gajeel swallowed, "I don't know."

"I can touch you, if you wish. If it will make it better. If it will offer you comfort," Laxus said, and Gajeel believed if he only said yes that Laxus would scoop him up into his arms and hold him in a way that might ease the terror still clawing in the back of his mind.

"No... I'm... I'm fine." Gajeel said, pushing himself up, "Thank you."

Laxus didn't move, just watched him patiently, "Would you like to talk about it?"

"You don't want to hear about my problems," Gajeel said, trying to sound light and failing. He rubbed his eyes and searched for something, anything to use as a distraction, "Would you care if I made some tea?"

"No," Laxus said grimly.

Gajeel rose and filled the kettle with water. He picked up some tinder and through it into the mouth of the stove, slowly stoking it back to life. He could feel Laxus watching him and something in him said he owed the captain an explanation. Maybe it was because he was tired, or possibly because of that voice that had awoken him, but he felt he could trust him... at least with some truths anyway.

"They came at night... the raiders," Gajeel said quietly, setting the kettle on the stove, "They found a way to fortify the windows and set the back entrance on fire, forcing us to have to leave from the front.."

The thing about the beast was that it was a beast, and beasts don't enjoy fire no matter what they are. So they had all awoken, groggy and confused and alarmed, and stumbled into halls already choked with smoke.

"You like to think you'll know what you'll do in a moment of panic like that," Gajeel continued, gazing into the coals, "I didn't do anything useful."

"You were frightened," Laxus said, his voice warm and concerned. He could lean into a voice like that. He could let a voice like that strip him of all of his worries and sorrows and just bask in the gentle calm of it. He wanted to.

"I kept thinking I needed to save the tapestry to the saint..." Gajeel's voice wobbled despite how he tried to keep it even, "Father Reizen found me and dragged me away..."

He remembered how it felt for his chest and throat to burn from the smoke. The fire had been so hot by that point that he thought he'd collapse from that alone. If it hadn't been for Father Reizen, he probably would have died in that room clutching the tapestry, coughing until his lungs had bled.

"When we came out, there were men there ushering us away. They told us we just had to walk a little way and we'd be safe. We thought they were there to help us..."

"Of course you did," Laxus said soothingly. His voice wrapped around Gajeel's chest and squeezed delicately. The voice of someone who actually would help if only given the chance.

"They led us into the barred wagon. By the time we realized they were our captors, it was too late. We were trapped."

And shortly after, Gajeel had fallen ill. The smoke had done some wicked damage to his lungs, a then the fever had settled in. He remembered being confused and begging them to just kill him. Kill him so he wouldn't accidentally transform and kill the others. Their captors hadn't believed him at first, thinking he was trying to use his illness as a means of escape. The thing that had convinced them was when he'd been too weak to even stand and walk from the barred wagon. They'd dragged him to the ditch, still delirious and begging them to just kill him until he'd fallen silent. Perhaps they thought he was already dead. Or perhaps they thought he was more trouble than what it was worth. He would be dead soon anyway.

His brothers were still captured, still at the mercy of those men. What had happened to them while he'd been nursed back to health? How many of them were still alive?

Gajeel felt a lump forming in his throat and pressure causing pain behind his eyes. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle fingers.

Don't you dare, he scolded himself, don't you dare break down now. You have it easy.

"You must think I'm terribly emotional," Gajeel chuckled, a sour thing like broken glass being swept to the side.

"No. Never." Laxus said, still using that same voice, "I think you've been through something terrible. I think you haven't had a chance to grieve."

"I don't have time to grieve," Gajeel said, glaring at his hands, "I need to save them."

"And when you do save them?" Laxus asked, "Will you grieve then?"

Gajeel turned to look at the captain. Half of his face was shrouded in dark shadow. His depthless golden eyes appeared dark, nearly black. Gajeel recognized the darkness there and wondered what horrors could have caused such a thing. Gajeel didn't answer his question, and after a time, Laxus let out a held breath in a sigh.

"Bickslow has nightmares as well," he said. Although his voice was calm, it was no longer the voice that had woken him. This was Laxus's usual voice, no more or less compelling than what Gajeel had grown accustomed to, "He doesn't talk about what he sees, but whatever it is, it makes him violent."

Gajeel suddenly understood, "And Bickslow... sleeps alone."

"Yes," Laxus said gravely, "Never, and I mean never wake Bickslow when he is having a nightmare. You can talk to him until it passes, though."

"Oh." Gajeel said, wringing his robes in his hands until he realized what he was doing and stopping.

"And you?" Laxus asked, looking him in the eyes in a way that was dreadfully perceptive, "Can I touch you? Or would you prefer I talk to you?"

He's asking to touch you again. He wants to touch you.

Don't be ridiculous. He is being nothing but kind.

"Speak to me, if you wish," Gajeel said, and removed the kettle from the stove.

Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

[constantlymisspelled]

Houses in Mandalore - History

For our own benefit, and simply because there was no mention of them earlier, I am running under the assumption that Houses weren't just a retcon from Disney to give Mandalore's politics a more familiar structure, but because they actually didn't exist until Tarre Vizsla's time.

In fact, if we run off the assumption that Tarre Vizsla left for Mandalorian space to quell political upheaval, we can even assume Tarre themself invented them, or ordered their form as a form of anti-corruption, or to force larger Clan's to share resources with others.

If nothing else, this inclusion into Mandalorian History, and direct political effect outside of 'fancy laser sword' gives Tarre a genuine reason to be remembered by other Clans and Houses outside of Vizsla.

Additionally, much like the noble houses of England, and the redistribution of power from the upper class to the general populace, I am also running off the idea that these Houses have been limited to a certain amount to per sector, per Armourer, and per planet, so as to stop large Houses, such as Ordo, Fett or Vizsla, absolutely dominating politics, as Houses are listed as a political faction in all forms of media I have read.

I'm not sure I like Houses as a concept too much - they bring a more human feel to Mandalorians, and I would also like to point out that modern Mandalorians are rarely ever non-human.

Either way, this places Houses coming into affect around 700 to 1000 years before current events, maybe even slightly earlier. They are old, and they aren't traditional - by Mandalorian standards. Even the Mask of the Alor was lost before this time.

Furthermore, since then, Houses have faced extremes that they weren't built for, such as the Dral Haran, and the Mandalorian Civil War, of which I am utilising to have been continued by the existence of Houses as they were before Jaster's time. After all, the Civil War has been occurring for almost 100 years by the time of Manda'lor the Reformer. And the signs of the leader - the belief of the Houses, the Mask, and the Sword - have been lost ever since, meaning Jaster had to come to power the good old-fashioned way.

By being genuinely likable.

This leads to a Modern Mandalore where the Houses are afraid to back anything politically in fear of starting another war, or more conflict, with or without contest for the position of sole leader. And that of course, can then snowball further to the New Mandalorians, Death Watch, and then the Empire.

However, I'm writing the codex as it would have been in what I've come to consider Mandalore's Reforming Era - where cultural pride and identity is raising significantly, and without the existence of House Vizsla, Tor, and the Dark Sabre, Jaster would have been a shoe in for the position.

Alas, what could have been. That is why the Codex will have stipulations on what Houses can and cannot do.

[However, I hope this has given people more to play with, world building wise. If you have any thoughts or ideas, let me know! I'll get into individual histories of the Houses sometime down the track, but for now I'm focusing on the Codex, and structuring the politics around it. I'll add notes and addendums when necessary.]

[Click to go to Codex]

[cabyang]

moral archives fanfic i wrote for fun lol

@maxphilippa here

I should've known. It was so obvious, it should've occured to me earlier.

The way I smiled every time he smiled, the way I laughed when he laughed, the way I followed when he took the lead, the way he followed when I took the lead.

But I was oblivious to my love, and therefore his. I waved off every feeling I had as a side product of our friendship, no matter how head over heels I was.

It was only then, when he gave me the immunity milk, that I truly understood.

The way my face reddened with love, like it had many times before, although quickly undercut by the sour taste of the long since spoiled milk. The way he looked into my eyes, with a beautiful smile on his face I had always admired. It finally clicked. I was in love.

I asked him if he was sure, I mean it was his after all. If he wanted it, I would've given it right back. But he reassured me, making sure I took his gift. I looked at him with love struck eyes, and I looked at him back all the same.

My honey covered feelings made drinking the spoiled milk slightly less bad, although I was struggling to keep it down. Every chance it got, my brain wondered back to how Yinyang looked at me in that moment. My heart raced just thinking about it.

As Mephone read the votes, my mind kept coming back to the same subject. Everytime I smiled anew, like it had just happened again. My heart pitter pattered the same sped up rhythm as it did when he gave me the milk, refusing to slow down.

"Yinyang. Two votes Nickel, Two votes Yinyang."

I looked at my one and only ally with worry in my eyes. We did have the numbers to out vote Silver and Nickel, but I didn't know if anybody had made any sudden switches with Blueberry rejoining. He looked at me back seemingly even more worried. My stomach twisted itself a few more knots at the sight of his worried expression.

"Yinyang. Two votes Nickel. Three votes Yinyang."

Oh God. If everything went as planned, then we would at least force a tie. But my heart pounded in worry and I tried my absolute best to take deep breaths discreetly, which didn't help at all. I gripped the immunity milk with all my might, as if I could change the course of fate if I had a strong enough grip on the milk jug.

"And the final vote is..."

I awaited the news with baited breath.

"Yinyang! You are our fifteenth eliminated contestant."

My heart sank all the way to the sandy beach below my wheels. How could this have happened? Yinyang thought *I* was on the chopping block, that's why he gave me the immunity milk, plus we had three members in our alliance, it should've been a tie.

"Now that we know the jury decides the winner, Yinyang is just too big of a threat."

Well. I can't blame him. It is competition. People will do anything it takes to win. But my heart still ached. After everything he had done for me... eliminated. Just like that.

I quickly got over the betrayal as I refocused on something else. The fact I *loved* Yinyang. My heart shattered once again, as I struggled to not only speak but also keep my tears at bay.

"Oh, I'm so sorry your selfless sacrifice was for all for nothing."

I managed to choke out, sensing my sadness Yinyang quickly reassured me. At first I instinctively smiled at his happiness over his personal victory, but then I was painfully reminded that he'd be going away. My face twisted itself, trying to both smile and frown at the same time. It looked weird.

"Hit me as hard as you can!"

Still so excited, even whilst being eliminated. I was reminded again why I loved him. But then he was sent away all the way to Indefinite Island. Then it hit me. How could this have happened? I tried to focus on the positives, how happy he sounded about their personal victory, the smile on his face as he playfully asked Mephone to hit him. But I couldn't.

It hurt. I yearned for whom I just learned I needed, and what I just learned I couldn't contact until either I won, or eliminated. I kept my tears at bay by focusing on the silver lining, but that was all the silver lining did. Keep me from tears. I still ached for Yinyang, hoping that I had found out about my love just a second earlier, just so I could tell him I loved him the same way he loved me.

But I couldn't. I was too late. I had found out at the most inconvenient of times, and now I was to face the side effects. I rolled along the beach in the opposite direction from anyone, mourning my new found loss. I rummaged through my files, searching for any way to contact him. The only way that didn't have a success rate in the negatives was writing a message in a bottle and sending it into the ocean. It had a success rate of exactly 0.01%.

I was again reminded of still bleeding wound of my love, stabbed as soon as it was discovered. I stopped at a certain point, remembering where I was. This was the same spot Yinyang and I built that sand castle, in the down time between episodes 13 and 14. Tears welled up in my eyes about as fast as I could wipe them away.

I pulled out Yinyangs file, and my eyes quickly darting to the small image of him I taped to the side. I had taken in the morning after episode 12, the angle was slightly slanted and it was a little shaky as I kept laughing at the funny face he made towards the camera, though I did end up with a better picture later. I thought this was more fitting. A smile slowly returned to my face like the sun lazily setting over the island.

File in one hand, I used my other hand to find my red pen, searching through the neatly organized manilla folders and printer papers. Once I had found it, I got to work on his file. Slowly but surely, I drew little hearts around the image, I couldn't quite get them fully symmetrical, but I thought that was fitting.

I smiled as I put the file back into the Y section, and looked off into the sunset. It still hurt, but it was comforting that even though he wasn't here, he did love me back. I wonder if he knew I love him too, and if he was comforted by that. I knew one thing was for certain though, I was going to see him again, and that was enough to carry me through the rest of my time on the game.

[mrs-monaghan]

Okay so Jungkook has moments where he's incredibly bold like in major ways. But in small ways he seems to how do I say it wimp out. For example Jungkook always makes excuses as to why he's with Jimin a lot. Instead of just admitting they're extremely close he makes it seem like he hangs with JM out of convenience. This is not me being insecure I do think they are together I just don't understand his habit of doing this. I don't see how the same dude that sucked JM's ear on stage or will do long videos for him, will clam up when confronted with the fact that he spends a lot of time with JM.

Even when he watched an old interview of himself saying JM is the easiest to talk to...he pretty much corrected and saying that's not the case anymore...it's easy to talk to everyone.

This habit of his shouldn't bother me so much but it does. Again it doesn't make me doubt them, if anything it makes me think they are more of a couple but it just irks my nerves because there's nothing suspicious about saying we like hanging out. It's more suspicious to constantly downplay how much you hang out. You get what I'm saying?

He's been doing it since forever and If I'm being honest I don't think it would bother me so much if it didn't bring a lot of hate on JM when he does it, so I think that's the real reason I care so much that he has this habit. But why do you think he does it?

My first guess would be trying not to out them...but then he goes and does wildly obvious stuff that brings into question why he'd care about admitting to hanging out with JM a lot but not care about big displays of affection. He seems to care more about hiding the minor things. Why do you think that is?

a) We may hate the fanservice narrative but Jikook have gladly taken advantage of it. Cue RB and HG. They were able to get away with these things because they can be explained away with FS.

b) They are in the closet. So JK can't be going around everytime confirming how close they are especially when Jimin already does it enough for the both of them. U forget the amount of times Jimin has made sure we know just how close them 2 are. And so, see point A. Where while big gestures can be passed off as fan service, things JK says or admits to cannot.

c) Which is most important to note; JK likes to be in charge of situations especially if they are occurring on camera. So, if he's recording Jimin like he loves to and then producers suddenly go "why do you record Jimin so much?" his heart is gonna start beating a mile a minute and he's gonna panic and scramble for the most unbelievable answer ever.

If something is JK's decision, his choice, he will be loud and bold and have no regrets whatsoever. But if he's just bombarded with something it takes him by surprise and he panics and that's why he tries to downplay their rlship coz he has something to hide and he thinks if he acts like Jimin isn't special it will come off that way.

To you and me, we can clearly see through him. Coz u can see the deer in the headlights look. U can see him swallow nervously. Avoid the camera. But to haters like u say, they can't read body language for shit and also they don't want to. Haters have an agenda and so they won't care for how JK acted before this.

(And entire thread of Jimin trying to kiss JK, something he only ever does with JK and people are still here choosing to look like 🤡🤡)

Anygays, antis will only care that he turned away. They miss the tiny smile as Jimin gets closer which means JK doesn't mind it one bit. They miss the part where JK stares at Jimin's lips which is clearly a reflex. They miss the part where JK could have moved earlier but waited till the late second. Almost like he forgot himself for a second there. You and I will notice. But an anti will only pick up on the fact that JK turned away.

And that's fine anon. Really. Truly. Antis are the reason we have continued to have Jikook moments for all these years. Because no matter what these 2 men do, no matter how loud they get, antis are still gonna explain their rlship away. Which, if u really think about it, its a good thing. Glass closet and all that.

I have said this many times but Jikook don't get affected by the hate as much as we do. Or we think. If they did they would tone down their affection for eo but alas!