#me acting like I need to take a tolerance break when I smoke like once or twice a week. Maybe that's a lot

[r1caner]

Taking an edible being like No im saving weed to let my creativity flow and to focus on writing. like Patti smith did! and it's so I can write dan and Phil fanfction.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you write a yandere concept for Karin (f&h 2: termina)?

Sure! I researched her wiki so I hope things are in character :) Here's some HCs for her. I really have to play the game for myself but I just... hate the idea of dying over and over again and relying on luck to have a good run.

Yandere! Karin Sauer Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Jealousy, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Secret picture taking, Threats, Murder, Blood, Forced relationship/companionship.

Karin is a reporter and assertive woman who refuses to believe in the occult no matter what anyone says.

She always tries to take a rational route to understand things... but she still remains cautious during the festival.

Armed with a knife and handgun, she went on the train to research the Kaiser and "New Gods" for a paper and answers about her father's death.

She's determined, impulsive, short tempered, and dismissive of others.

Even in her first meeting with her potential obsession, she's dismissive of their help and goes off to find answers herself.

In a lot of her dialogue, she us hostile towards people like Daan and doesn't like to consider the idea of magic or religion.

The only time she decides to be cooperative and take help from others is later on when she realizes there's more danger than she can handle.

I imagine Karin comes off as hostile towards you at times.

She acts like she doesn't want your help... but deep down she really does appreciate it.

Karin enjoys discussing theories on what could've happened in the Termina Festival as long as you don't try to say it's occult related (it is, but she's in denial)

Karin's skills are routed in persuasion, lockpicking, handguns, and knives.

She wants to talk things out with others before turning to violence.

You could also argue she'd be charismatic, especially with her obsession to get them on her side most of the time.

If Karin antagonizes other contestants, her obsession may actually be able to break the fight up.

Her temper does not help when she's jealous or... any part of her obsession.

She tries not to be violent for both you and her... but she can be so mean towards other contestants near you.

She isn't new to violence, if tempted she'll no doubt use it.

But she does try to listen to her obsession and holds herself back.

Despite her hostility, Karin shows cares for her darling.

When she isn't taking pictures or trying to rationalize with herself... she checks in with you.

Even if you believed in the occult, she may tolerate that when it comes to you.

Everyone needs some way to rationalize with themselves.

Karin, in terms of rivalry, may be the most volatile with Daan or O'saa.

She has the most hostile experiences with them, so if her obsession was close with any of them she may be more irritable.

If she snapped at her obsession, she'd immediately regret it and apologize once she's attached.

If you two had to separate for any reason, Karin probably couldn't stay away from you.

Even if you told her to stay at the train for a bit, she'll follow you secretly.

She worries about your survival skills and thinks she's just... protecting you.

Karin seems like a yandere who would take pictures of her obsession and hide them away in her jacket.

It's all done in secret... and if she's ever caught she'll threaten others to keep it secret or just straight up deny it.

Karin, even though she tries to prevent it, could kill.

Maybe she sees a contestant too close to you... and plans to kill them.

When you catch her with her knife bloody or her gun smoking... she has her excuses.

"They were going to hurt you! After all, isn't this a killing game? You can't trust anyone here... except for each other, right?"

She then steps closer, a smile on her face as she puts away her weapons.

"You can trust me, love... I'm protecting you from this foul city."

The moment she starts trying to convince you the other contestants are going to harm you is when things go downhill.

As the timer ticks down, Karin slowly starts to take those out around you.

Party members aren't safe as Karin monitors them to see what their intentions with you are.

They'll still fall by her hand.

Karin can try threats... but if that doesn't work it isn't like she hasn't killed before.

She soon gives up persuasion.

Just words won't work for her... she needs to know she'll have you safe and beside her.

Like most contestants, I can see her locking you in a room until you both Moonscorch.

Her attempts to rationalize her behavior and the events happening make her go crazy.

By the time she locks you away, her clothes are covered in blood and she's holding you still.

"You aren't going to die like an animal out there..."

Karin whispers in your ear, crazed eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll keep you here... with me... safe and sound..."

Her mind is corrupted due to the timer ticking down... Moonscorch approaching both of you.

Of course... deep down she probably knows you aren't safe anywhere.

However... that doesn't stop her from clinging to you, caressing your cheek lovingly as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

The blood coats your skin as she hugs you tighter.

You jolt for a moment when the photos she took of you fall out of her pocket... you try to squirm, but she silences you.

"Just relax... I won't hurt you. No one can hurt you now...."

Escape was always a distant dream.

As the timer ends... Moonscorch occurs.

You become a lost soul meant for the Valkyrie to guide and care for... forever meant to roam the decaying lands of this hell.

[luonae]

scummy milo variant... aka a milo tailored for my questionable tastes. more about him under the cut

1) i think he would definitely be a variant of manipulation milo since this one relies on manipulation too. except instead of coming off as friendly and inserting himself in social circles this one would embrace this kinda emo or whatever look and a bad reputation because it makes him more attractive in a bad boy way

2) he plays with peoples feelings when they fall for him, using them to get money and information/blackmail on other people. he weaponizes his charms to get to people and once he got what he wanted and theyre no longer useful he throws them away and moves onto the next person

3) hes only doing this for eris of course. he has a tattoo of eris' initials in a heart on his neck (which would be really painful to get) to show his devotion. he may lie to his "lovers" about breaking up with eris to placate them but in the end theyre less than filth in his eyes; just a means to an end and nothing else. he absolutely despises when hes asked shit like "me or eris?" because he cant lie about that even if he must, so he often just says dont bring them up again and shuts the person down

4) unlike m milo, this one would be more willing to resort to violence if needed. hes not as violent as violence milo, but hes not particularly averse to it either. pick a fight with him over him stealing your girl or whatever and he will be knocking you out cold within 30 seconds and moving on with his day to smoke. he does frequently work out; maintaining his physique is important for his attractiveness after all (and the fights that come with it)

5) high alcohol tolerance. he gets people drunk to get information out of them. his size (and the fact he drinks a lot) mean he can hold his liquor well. after all, he himself cant get loose lipped. thats reserved for his victims. he needs to be sober to catch all the dirt they spill when drunk. besides he cant get himself into a vulnerable position like that.

6) probably almost got expelled multiple times, but he has his ways of keeping everything under control (blackmail)

7) cross him and youll face one of two fates: seduction or blackmail. i lied theres a third: getting your ass beat and thrown in the woods where no one will find you

8) lifeless eyes. his eyes only light up when he looks at or talks about eris. drops off everything he earned at eris' feet like a puppy and nuzzles up to them after a long day of being a bad boy. he will only get soft around them. he refuses to take orders from anyone else

9) really assertive. probably the most assertive of all milos, or up there with violence. he has manipulations confidence and violences ruthlessness, so he really has little to no fear outside of losing eris. nothing else makes him feel threatened nor embarrassed.

10) grew to overcome his fear of insects and even started liking spiders. he likens himself to one, catching his prey no matter how much they struggle, meticulously weaving inescapable webs.

11) probably acts averse to cute things, but he does have a soft spot for them secretly, especially bunnies. he looks back at his past self, pre, and feels a hint of fondness and pity. he doesnt dislike who he used to be even though hes nothing like that anymore. if pre milo was his own individual and existed alongside him, he would treat him like a younger brother and stand up for him.

12) really protective. has this death glare that communicates he will really throw your mutilated body in the ocean if you go anywhere near eris. probably really possessive of eris and, ironically enough, hates being touched or looked at by people other than eris, but will still tolerate it for his end goals.

13) while he may have no sympathy or reservations about what he does to his victims, he does feel a bit guilty when it comes to people who remind him of his past self. it wont stop him; nothing would ever stop him when eris is the one asking this of him, but were it up to him he probably would have some mercy on these types of people. he doesnt, though.

[mamirhodessxox]

I hate you more (Part 2)

Mafia!Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Mafia Reader

(Sasha Francesca Ricci)

Enemies to lovers trope

Credits to @alyyaanna for helping me come up w the storyline because I had like 3 different mental breakdowns trying to figure out what to do

Storyline: Sasha was born into a world of darkness and fear, Despite the harsh circumstances she was out in she managed to drag herself into finding love at a young age especially when she least expected it but unfortunately not all love stories are fairytales, Sasha resented the man who once brought her love in her life just to leave and break her heart while having the audacity to invade her life many years once again and give her conflict of love and war on how she was to overcome the feelings she feared while trying to focus on her job with him being so close and invasive to her.

Contents: Smut in future chapters, Knife Play, Choking king, Degradation kink, Praising Kink, Alcohol, Smoking, Violence, Mentions of m1rder, drug dealing, Fluff, Angst.

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Living under the same roof with someone you truly hated and had to see them every single day of your life wasn’t easy one would assume, and for Sasha it wasn’t, Seth had to convince her to Just keep herself calm & not act on any urges on killing Cody whenever she was angry.

And for a while she was doing really good, she remained tolerable & respectful but at some point she snapped, that was today, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Randy heard her shout from the kitchen & made his way over there as he soon saw Cody, Athena, Seth & Sasha in the kitchen, “I can’t fucking believe NEITHER of you! This is as low as you could possibly fucking go Cody” She pointed a knife at Cody’s face which made Seth get up from the kitchen table and grab the knife “Of course You just HAVE to stick your dick into my friends don’t you?! Your that fucking desperate for pussy since I won’t give it to you that you go and fuck whoever you possibly fucking can huh?” She spat harsh words at Cody while he just stood there smirking with crossed arms “What? Someone feeling a little envious that I didn’t fuck he-“ “FUCK YOU!” She shouted and lunged at him but Randy grabbed her “Can you two just fucking NOT be civil for more than a goddamn week?!” Randy scolded while Athena quietly walked out of the kitchen after being told to leave.

Seth & Randy had walked Sasha away from the kitchen while they yelled at each other. Cody felt guilty but he was also good at putting his ego first to where he would make it seem like he wasn’t, but then when he heard a slight sob throughout the hallway and a complaint about how she just wanted to live her life without him screwing with her head he started feeling the guilt. Seth sighed hugging his sister while Randy pinching the bridge of his nose & walked off shaking his head.

“I hate him Seth! He’s ruining my life & everything in it!” He frowned rubbing her back in comfort before she got it together and shoved Seth away & stormed off outside. After she left the inside portion of the mansion Cody soon walked over to Seth trying to speak but ultimately got shut down “You need to shut your fucking mouth before I stitch it shut. I don’t care what the fuck is happening that is my goddamn sister & I will always take her side.” He poked at Cody’s chest “Your lucky I didn’t let her kill you right then and there, seriously Cody? Fucking her friends? Put your goddamn ego down for a split second & realize the more you screw up like that will never get you the chance you want with Sasha.” He scolded before shaking his head scoffing & leaving Cody alone.

Meanwhile Sasha sat at the poolside dipping her fingers in the water sniffling, she refused to cry over him, she picked at her shorts for a little bit zoning in and out of reality not even noticing Athena was approaching her “Sash-“ she shook her head in response not even looking at Athena “I don’t want to talk to you right now.” “Sasha it was a mistake. We both knew it was wrong & fucked up so we stopped, last mont-“ Sasha shook her head “I don’t want to know. I don’t care to know. Nor do I care enough to hear you and him out right now. I want my space that’s why I’m out here so give me that space. I’ll speak to you when I’m ready.” Athena frowned nodding her head before walking back to the house leaving Sasha by herself again. Cody watched from afar standing by his car, he waited for her to do something but she didn’t even look like she was breathing, she was still, He felt relief for a moment when she saw her move her arm up to wipe her face before letting out a short cry followed with a mumble & a shake on the head.

Eventually she got up and walked inside to go to her room & stay there for the remainder of the night. Usually she would be there for dinner at the table with everyone else but Cody felt bad knowing her presence was missing because of his own actions. Barbra set the table & furrowed her eyes “Where’s Sasha? She should’ve been down here by now.” Seth served the food shaking his head and while everyone sat down. “She’s not attending dinner tonight. She’s in her room.” Barbra frowned “Then I suppose I’ll bring her up some foo-“ Cody stood up for a moment grabbing The plate & bowl that was supposed to be Sashas and filled them up with the food being served “I’ll bring her the food Mrs. Ricci. You just eat.”

Barbra quirked up an eyebrow as she watched him walk off and look at everyone else “He fucked up big time didn’t he?” Seth & Randy nodded their head, Cody went upstairs & carefully opened her bedroom door seeing Sasha rolled over on bed reading. “Your mom had me bring up food since, You’re not down there.” He spoke setting the plate & bowl down on her night stand followed with utensils “Spaghetti & Salad tonight.” He named tonight’s dinner before shutting the door softly with the back of his shoe while watching Sasha sit up to eat thinking he left “Why are you still in here? Get out you did your job.” He shook his head “Cody. I’m not playing your games tonight, quite frankly I’m exhausted with them & I’m trying to be as calm as I can right now so I’m going to ask again. Get out of my room.” He shook his head again

“No. I won’t.” She frowned and sighed running her hands down her face “You just love to make my life hell don’t you, is that want you want Cody? Ruin my life? Make me miserable? Because I’m positive you already achieved that goal.” He frowned and stood next to her bed looking down at her “You really think that’s why I’m here Sash’ so I could make you miserable?” She nodded crossing her arms and leaning against her head board “You fucked one of my friends in the same roof as me so I’m assuming that’s what you want,” She croaked a bit and cleared her throat since she started to sound like she was about to cry “Sweetheart that’s not what I want, far from it.” She leaned away and shook her head “Please don’t call me that, don’t speak to me like that I know what you’re doing & I want you to stop Cody.” He tilted his head and kicked off his shoes just to climb on her bed “Cody please I’m asking you Nicely.” She whimpered out but broke her rules when he got next to her and wrapped her in his arms, For a moment she sat there & he thought he finally got to her but she ended up crying and pushing herself away “Get out! GET OUT!” He shook his head and got closer to her “Sasha I’m not leaving this room until you ope-“ “GET OUT!” She shouted again & even got out of the bed

“You already made my life a goddamn hell you don’t need to play whatever fucking manipulation tactic you are right now! So get the fuck out!” He glared and got up “I’m not fucking manipulating you! I’m trying to get through to you and make shit right!” “YOU FUCKED MY FRIEND CODY! THERE’S NO MAKING SHIT RIGHT!” He scoffed “You’re insufferable Sasha I fucked up one ti-“ she swung open the door and stormed out while he chased after her “Don’t fucking walk away from me while I talk to you!” Everyone turned their heads from the table as they heard the two screaming their heads off at each other & just continued eating while Sasha stormed out of the house as Cody yelled at her to get back inside but she refused.

Just as she walked out on him she slammed into someone else’s chest & huffed out & soon looked up to see her most confusing situation-ship at the mansion. Roman wrapped his arm around her “What’s got you all worked up gorgeous?” He questioned while she frowned and dug her head into his chest sighing while Cody stood by the door glaring him down while Roman raised a brow “You the one causing trouble on my girl?” Cody scoffed as he stared down Roman “Of course this is who she’d run off to.” Roman tilted his head before looking down at Sasha and holding her face “Is he bothering you?” Cody sighed and crossed his arms over his chest “Look just stay out of this Roman this has nothing to do with y-“ “Oh but it does, I know you’ve been bothering her recently & I simply just won’t allow that.” He placed Sasha behind him before getting in Cody’s face before snickering and shoving him & welcoming himself into the house while Sasha stood there awkwardly & tense before Cody shook his head “Roman?” Sasha mocked him in the same tone as his voice “Athena?” He furrowed his brows and hesitantly held a hand against her cheek “Sasha c’mon.” She shook her head “No. Not again, not ever.” She spoke before walking back inside and sticking to Romans side while he spoke with her mother.

Cody observed from a distance & even glared, Sasha turned her head for a split moment behind Romans shoulder making eye contact with him & frowned before he caught her attention by patting your hip “Why don’t we get you to bed huh? I’m sure you’re fucking exhausted with the month you’ve had doll.” She smiled meekly before nodding her head & taking him up to her room just as Seth walked out of it grabbing the dishes that were left behind during the fight between her & Cody. Seth nodded his head a bit at Roman before making his way down the stairs completely ignoring Cody’s presence.

For the next two weeks Cody had a difficult time focusing in his work especially when he saw the woman who was once his cling around another man that he hated for many years. He noticed things about Sasha that were completely changing for Romans benefit. Cody always knew her as a woman who was independent but when Roman came around she would try sucking up to him just for the slightest bit of affection. Later that night Cody walked into the kitchen with Sasha sitting in there alone once again organizing the pantry to keep herself from going into her room. “You seem tired.” He spoke out while she shrugged “Roman needs space s-“ “So he kicked you out of your own room?” She looked over and let out a breathy laugh nodding “It sure does seem like it huh?” Cody smiled “It sure does.” They weren’t used to this, it felt strange, getting along, “I guess my affection becomes a little too overwhelming.” Cody furrowed his brows

“He must be stupid, any man is lucky enough to get that side of you Sasha. And you’re not very affectionate either to the average citizen. he shouldn’t be taking that for granted, you had actual bags under your eyes from not sleeping souly because he kicked you out if your own room.” She sighed running her nails through her hair while observing how Cody looked, he looked like the same person she fell in love with many a years ago. “C’mon you’re sleeping with me tonight.” “Cody- no that’s Inappropriate, I ca-“ he gave her a warned look before grabbing her hand and taking her upstairs to his room. For a moment the room was silent and tense, It started bothering Cody so he had finally spoke up “I’m sorry about the whole thing with Athena. It aas fucked up, I did it to piss you off and then it started lasting for a few weeks but then I put it to an end before you found out.” Sasha’s ears practically perked up a bit “Why’d you put it to quits?” He shook his head “Just..didn’t feel like screwing someone I wasn’t connected with in any sort of way.” Bullshit. He’s in love with Sasha.

She smiled meekly and sat crisscrossed on his bed, for hours they reminisced on the past & actually got along, Cody liked the way she smiled or cackled at one of his old lame jokes he used to tell her when they were teenagers in love, the night was still so young & they laid in the bed wrapped in each other’s arms, Cody hummed as her fingers massaged his scalp His breath waving against her lips whenever he spoke, the tension re entered his room and Cody had enough of it, his lips ghosted against hers while she grazed her nails against his arm before he ripped off the band aid and pressed his lips against hers and slipped his tongue past her lips and moved with hers. She moaned softly as the pair made out for a few minutes until she grew sleepy

“I hate you.” She mumbled while he chuckled nodding, “I hate you more” Tonight was the moment he realized that whenever they said ‘I hate you’re to each other that was their own fucked up way of saying ‘I love you’ once he knew she was knocked asleep he got up and went into her bedroom to see Roman placing cameras around her room “Your fucking sick.” Cody scoffed before grabbing one of the cameras breaking them “You keep your damn mouth shut about this Or el-“ Cody cocked his head to the sighed raising a brow before ripping off Romans chain and punching him square in the jaw “Or else what huh?” He taunted before punching him again causing some of Romans face to begin bleeding which made his chain become bloody before setting it down on her desk as he kicked roman out of her bedroom & ultimately shoving him down the stairs “Get the fuck out of her house now before I kill you.” Roman scoffed as he sat on the ground of the foyer holding his jaw “This will never be over Cody.” He got up and stormed out of the Mansion while Seth came out of his room waking up due to the ruckus “the fuck..?” Cody shook his head going back into his room & lying down right against Sasha letting her rest.

Cody was a dead man. He knew his heart was deadset on Sasha but he also knew it would take an army’s worth of work just to get her to give him another chance. Even if that included getting rid of Roman.

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@alyyaanna

[ace-nlis]

How they met you & fell in love

a/n: This is the first time I decided to actually write something with the intention of posting it. I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it. I'm sorry if I've misspelled anything, English isn't my first language. I hope I did well for my first writing post >.<

WARNINGS: none apart from slight violence. Female reader. Cussing.

Otherwise; fluffy content.

(Y/n) - Your name

(L/n) - Last name

Like or repost if you enjoy <3

Akaashi:

When you first met him, you thought he was a pretty boy with a resting bitch face. He is an extremely straight forward 'say it how it is' type of person and you respected him for that because it isn’t always easy to just speak your mind upfront in this day and age. He didn’t really look all that friendly or approachable, but since you were friends with Bokuto you just had to suck it up and stick around. It was pretty awkward talking to him or even just being around him at first, until you realized that his exterior was an act and he’s a total softy when he isn’t trying to call Bo out on his bullshit. You found him to be an intriguing person, but also rather intimidating. He was peaceful, he didn’t talk all that much and kept to himself like a true introvert. You were the opposite, more of an ambivert type. You tried your best to befriend him, but little did you know that friendship would spiral into something else along the line.

After a while of being friends, Akaashi got red in the ears in your presence. He was easily flustered around you, and the both of you often tended to flirt and bicker as if it was second nature. The two of you in a room together never got boring. Everyone around you could tell the two of you were head over heels for each other. You thought the opposite though, you felt that the friendship was never going to progress into anything more and that your crush was meaningless because nothing would come of it. After being friends for several months, nearly reaching the 1 year milestone, you eventually started to distance yourself.

You always thought the way Akaashi acted around you was purely just because the two of you had a close bond as friends, nothing more, nothing less. Akaashi on the other hand was devastated when he noticed the drastic changes in the close bond you both shared. He noticed that whenever he walked into a room, you’d disappear. Whenever he tried to call you, you wouldn’t answer the phone and make up some excuse that you were busy. The poor guy felt like his sanity was hanging on a thread and all he wanted was to speak to you, figure out what he did wrong and at least go back to how things once were. One day, he cornered you in an empty classroom. His eyes seemed frantic and he made sure to trap you between his arms and leave no room for you to escape so he could get answers. “(Y/n), are you okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

It seemed like the questions that were wracking his brain kept tumbling out, and in an overwhelmed panic she stopped him. The next thing the both of them knew was that her lips were pressed to his. At first his eyes were wide and body was stiff with shock. He didn’t know how to respond, and he firmly believed that this was a dream. In her mind, she thought she had just made the biggest mistake of her life because he wasn’t responding to it, he was just standing there and embarrassment slowly started to flood her. Before she could pull away from him, his arms slackened and his hands slid down the wall beside her, eventually placing them on her hips and pulling her body flush against his while kissing her back feverishly. When the two pulled away, they were out of breath and their eyes had a dazed look in them as they locked eyes. He leaned his head against hers and sighed in relief, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he kept his eyes locked on hers. I think that’s when you both knew that there was no way in hell you’d let go of each other at any point in time because it really felt like you were meant to be together.

Oikawa:

You knew of Oikawa Tooru but you never actually wanted to be acquainted with him. To you he sounded like a total sleazebag, a player that loved breaking female students’ hearts left and right. Unfortunately for you, you just so happened to bump into him on Valentines day after having to reject a poor freshman. When you bumped into Oikawa, he thought that you were another girl ready to confess to him due to the box of chocolates in your hands and a smirk instantly made its way onto his face as he reached over to take the box. Your immediate response was to slap his hand away. If looks could kill, he sure as hell would be more than 6 feet under because you were not up for anyone's bullshit. Oikawa gasped in shock and retracted his hand immediately with a pout. “Hey! I know you. You’re (L/n), hmm. Aren’t you a friend of Iwa? You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about trying to confess to me. I always appreciate a new follower.”

A mix between a scoff and a laugh of disbelief made its way out of you as you immediately shoved the box of chocolates into your bag. “Wow, I knew you were vain but I guess I underestimated just how much. If you think I have any interest in an asshole like you then you must be smoking something. I have no interest in being one of your petty little toys that you hold on a string. I refuse to be one of your little puppets that follow you around to show my undying admiration for someone as shitty as you. No wonder he calls you Shittykawa. You truly are a self centered douche.”

Oikawa’s face was burning red with embarrassment as she pushed past him and continued going to her class. He was astonished, shocked beyond any words imaginary as he stood there and tried to process what had just happened. Eventually he was brought back to his senses when Iwaizumi smacked him over the head and told him to stop staring like a dumbass and get to practice. “Iwa, How do you know (L/n)?” He asked suddenly after they walked in silence for several minutes, which was very unlike Oikawa. “I’m in the majority of her classes and she lives a block away from me. Why?”

“She’s weird. I thought she was gonna confess and then she slapped my hand and called me a douche.” Oikawa said, his tone was completely flat for once and Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Yeah, well what do you expect? She has better things to do than fawn over you, Shittykawa.”

*Insert offended Oikawa noises here*

Needless to say, his first encounter with you was not exactly what he would’ve liked it to be. Slowly though he tried to fish more information out on you, he wanted to understand why you weren’t like the other girls who practically fell in love with him at first sight and why you were the way that you were in general. That meant that any time Iwaizumi would meet up with you at a park to study together or whenever you guys would spend any type of time together that Tooru would tag along. Teachers thought that you were having a blooming friendship with him though and much to your dismay you ended up getting partnered with him on a school project. You felt sick to the pit of your stomach because you truly didn’t want him to come to your home, but he kept insisting and you knew that there would be no point in trying to convince him otherwise so you gave in to his stubbornness.

You felt ashamed the moment he stepped through the front door, your parents were never home and you had to take care of your younger twin siblings. The house was a mess, and that was when he understood why you had such a cold persona around others. You wanted to distance yourself from people and push them away as much as possible in order for you to not have to go through the embarrassment of looking like a train wreck to everyone else in the circumstances that you were in as opposed to your usual well put together attitude. To your surprise though, he was patient. He jumped in on helping you clean, he even helped the twins with any homework questions they had in between working on your project together and showed no judgement. In fact, he gave you a look of understanding.

After that, you were able to tolerate him more and you allowed him to visit the twins more often while even bringing along his nephew for all of them to play together. He taught them how to play volleyball while also helping you in the kitchen when you needed it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he honestly fell in love with you because of how genuine you were. You guys flirted, but it was suffocating to him like all the other girls who flirted with him on a daily basis. He only had interest in you, and you bet your ass Iwa teased the shit out of him for it. Your project got an incredible score of 100% and the two of you celebrated together by playing some volleyball even though you were complete shit at it. He didn’t care though and had fun. You found yourselves hanging a lot more often, being around each other almost 24/7 and you even met his family at some point. They absolutely loved you, and so did he.

He tried to figure out how he’d confess to you, he wanted it to be special. He wanted it to be a moment the both of you would remember because he quite honestly couldn’t see him spending any of his time with any other girl apart from you. Of course he was extremely nervous and skeptical on how to approach it, it was a 50/50 chance of you liking him back. The thoughts left his mind when he heard your voice outside a local supermarket, asking someone to leave you alone and that immediately flipped a switch in his brain. He quickly tried to look for you and found you trying to tell some tipsy guy that you didn’t want anything to do with him to which he immediately went over with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“Hey (Y/n), everything okay?” he asked as he coldly stared at the man that had been harassing you. A quiet “Oh thank god” was whispered underneath your breath as you managed to force your way closer to Tooru. He immediately wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his eyes locked on the other older gentleman that had been bothering you. The guy smirked, “Oh nothing man, I was trying to have a chat with her and she got all bitchy. That’s all.” (Y/n) could feel his body language immediately became a lot more tense, but you quickly pulled at him and tried to evade the situation. “It’s not worth it, Tooru. Let’s just go, okay? We can get some milk bread and watch movies or something.”

“I don’t appreciate the way you talk about my (Y/n)-chan. In fact, I’d advise you to leave her alone before I make you regret even breathing the same air as her. Got that?” He spoke calmly as he gently nudged you out of the alleyway next to the store. “Hey, who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Can’t just take my woman like that, dude.” This is when you truly saw how angry Oikawa could get as all he did was throw a punch and the guy was down. You could only stare in shock at what had just unfolded in front of you. “If you ever talk about her like that again I swear I’ll make you regret you ever existed.” At that he tugged you along and when the two of you were a few blocks away you grabbed hold of his hand and inspected it. “You seriously didn’t have to go that far. I don’t care what a low life has to say about me, at least I don’t live in the streets and I’ve got a roof over my head.” He remained silent for a moment before latching his hand onto your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “I’d never let anyone do or say anything to hurt you. Remember that. I’m just sorry you had to witness me get like that. I’ll make it up to you though.”

“Oh? I think a date would be a pretty nice way to make it up to me since you insisted on calling me your (Y/n)-chan” you said, giving him a cheeky smile to which he could only reply with a teasing smirk. “Hm, seems only fair after I saved you as heroically as I did.”

“Whatever you say, douche”

*insert baffled Oikawa noises here*

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New Life Pt.4

Word Count: 1,934

Characters: Derek Hale, OC Chaarcters, Zach Salvatore (mentioned), Laura Hale (brief), Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: angstish? maybe some small fluff, sort of cliffhanger, drugs, getting high

A/N: ---

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You rested your head on the couch, letting out a deep breath as you sighed, closing your eyes. The last day of school was officially over, meaning that summer had just begun. Not that you had many plans, but you were much more open to going out for hunts.

It was around 5 as you were awakened from your nap, jumping up as you heard Derek yelling as he ran into the house.

“What the hell is your problem?” you yelled.

“Why were you sleeping on the couch?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“I was tired. Why do you have to be so loud?” you groaned, hitting him with a throw pillow.

“Okay, whatever. It's officially summer, right?” you raised an eyebrow before nodding your head.

“You said when it’s summer you'd get me high,” you groaned, running your fingers through your hair.

“You can’t back down now!” he exclaimed.

“Jeez, Derek, calm down! Fine, I said I will and I will. We’ll do it tonight, okay?” 

He had a small smile on his face before looking at you.

“Is it scary?” he asked softly.

“Oh, don’t be a baby. I’m going out, okay? I’ll be back later,” you replied, standing up.

“As long as you’re back before Dean and Emily get here,” Derek muttered as you froze, glaring at him.

“They’re coming?” you exclaimed.

“Well, they wanted to come and-” Derek started.

“Shh! Look, not only are you all lightweights, there’s three of you! That means I'm responsible for all three of you! On top of that, how the hell are you going to explain what Wolfsbane is and why you're taking it with weed?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I didn't want to be mean,” he muttered.

“Jesus fuck, Derek. Fine, whatever. Bye,” you grabbed your phone, walking out of the house as you slammed the door shut.

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“Have you ever gotten high before, Laura?” you asked, laying on her bed.

She froze, before raising an eyebrow.

“Werewolves can’t get high,” she replied.

She continued packing her bag, getting ready for her and Stefan to leave once again. She barely spent any time at the Salvatore house, with her new responsibilities as the alpha.

“That doesn't mean it’s impossible,” you squinted your eyes, reading her expression.

She scoffed, a small smile on her face as she looked at you.

“As long as you add some wolfsbane, you’ll be good. But not too much, you don’t want to kill him,” she replied.

“That’s debatable,” you said.

“That’s my brother, asshat,” she shoved you gently as you gave her an innocent smile.

“Like you don't want to kill him sometimes?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Me and Stefan have to go. Just… make sure none of you die, okay?” she raised an eyebrow, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“Yeah, I know. Stay safe,” you gave her a small hug before the two of you walked out of her room.

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The smell of weed filled the Salvatore house, while you crossed your legs, sitting on the couch. You could fear giggles coming from in front of you as you kept your focus on your book, running your fingers through your hair.

“Hola,” Dean approached you, sitting on the couch.

“Hola. Qué estás haciendo?” you saw his face drop while a small smirk was on yours.

“I don’t really speak Spanish,” Dean said.

“Oh, I know. What’s up?” you asked.

“Well, I’m bored,” he shrugged.

You looked over to Derek and Emily, seeing them both laughing as they moved in, closer and closer to each other.

“That looks… like you need to stop it?” you raised an eyebrow, while he shook his head.

“No, we broke up this morning,” he explained.

“Again?” you replied.

“You act like we break up all the time,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s because you do,” he scoffed, before scooting slightly closer to you.

“Did you smoke-” you started.

“Yeah, but I guess it hasn't kicked in, or if it did, I haven't felt anything. You?” he asked.

“Well, clearly my tolerance level is higher than I expected. I barely feel a buzz,” you said.

He shrugged, before motioning to your book.

“Harry Potter,” you replied.

“Which one?” 

“Order of the Phoenix.”

“Oh, I hated that one,” he replied.

“Well, your opinion is officially invalid to me,” he laughed softly, before you put your bookmark in, turning to him.

“Want a beer?” you asked.

He nodded, while you stood up, making your way to the kitchen.

It was never uncommon for Dean to talk to you, you had known him and Emily since you were all children. It had only become recently when the two of you had become closer than before.

You grabbed two beers, before feeling a weird sense as you tensed.

Someone was there.

You took your knife from your pocket, turning around slowly. You couldn't see anything at first, slowly making your way closer to the back door.

The lights went out, while you heard Emily screaming as you tensed, running back to the living room.

“Is everyone okay?!” you yelled.

You couldn't make out anyone as you slowly took steps forward, holding your knife tightly.

“Em?” you called out.

“I'm okay!” you let out a breath of relief before running your fingers through your hair.

“What happened to the lights?” Derek asked.

“I don’t know. Look, I need to get flashlights. Are all three of you here?” you asked.

“Yeah, we’re here,” Dean replied.

“Okay, stay with each other. I’ll be back in a minute,” you turned, walking away.

You can do this

You basically memorized the Salvatore house

“Son of a-” you clenched your jaw, digging your nails into your palm before letting out a shaky breath, feeling your foot aching from hitting the wall.

You put your hands forward, using the senses around you to direct you to the basement.

You slowly made your way to the basement, before grabbing two flashlights.

You felt an arm reach for you as you quickly grabbed it, twisting it backward.

“Ow!” you turned the flashlight on, seeing a pained expression on Dean’s face as you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I told you three to stay together!” you exclaimed.

“I thought you needed help,” he replied.

“No, it’s fine. Look, let’s just get back up there before one of those high idiots breaks something,” you took Dean’s arm, pulling him upstairs as you turned on the flashlight, pointing it towards Derek and Emily.

They both jumped in surprise, pushing away from each other, while you raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Nothing,” you could see Emily breathing heavily, while Derek avoided your gaze.

You looked slightly longer, noticing Emily’s smeared makeup.

“You guys are weird. Okay, let’s leave,” you walked past them before Derek frowned.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because the power's out. We need to figure out if it’s just us or all of Mystic Falls. Second, I’m not letting you three stay here like this while your asses are high,” you replied.

“I don’t even feel it,” you could see the redness in Derek's face as you scoffed.

“Yeah, okay. Everyone, in my car,” you began walking to the door, before hearing a loud noise, before the power came back on.

You turned off the flashlight, looking around carefully. Everything was fine. Nothing looked different.

“Looks like the power's back on,” Emily said.

“Yeah, just wait,” you walked past all of them slowly, looking throughout the house.

There’s nothing here

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. Hunter paranoia was strong. 

“Is everything okay?” Dean asked.

You nodded, slowly putting your knife back into your pocket before making your way to the three of them. The power never went out. You sighed, shaking your head before reaching for your phone, realizing it wasn't there.

“Dean, can you call my phone? I can’t find it,” you asked.

He nodded, dialing your number, before hearing silence in the house.

“Weird,” Derek said, putting his head on your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes while you felt him struggling to stand, using you for balance.

“It’s probably in the basement. I don’t really need it,” you shrugged.

“Right. Well, it’s getting late. Me and Emily should probably head out,” Dean started.

You still couldn't shake the weird feeling.

“Actually, how about you guys stay here for the night. Just to be safe,” you asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean nodded.

You could feel your worry rushing back as you gave him a small smile, before pulling Derek away.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hi,” he laughed to himself, grinning widely at you while you glared.

“I need you to sober up. I think something’s still here,” you said softly.

“Yeah, silly. We’re still here,” he laughed.

“No, Derek. Hey,” his eyes were a shade of light red as you held his face.

“I need you to sober up. I need your help here,” you said.

“I’m tired,” he sighed.

“Derek,” you started.

“Take me to my bed, please,” he begged.

“Derek-” you tried to speak again.

“I don’t feel good anymore,” he groaned.

“It’s probably the wolfsbane kicking in. Okay, just sit here for a minute. I’ll get you some water,” you walked back into the kitchen, seeing two broken beer bottles on the floor.

The back door was wide open while you felt your heart drop, approaching it slowly.

All you could hear was the small chitters of the bugs outside, keeping yourself prepared for anything.

You closed the door, before quietly opening the drawer, taking your gun out.

“Guys, come on,” you made sure all the doors were locked, leading them all upstairs before looking around once more, feeling anxiousness rise in your chest.

“Okay, we’re all gonna sleep in my room, okay?” you said.

You saw the confusion on Dean’s face, while Derek and Emily simply nodded, both collapsing onto your bed.

“If they have sex on my bed, I’ll kill them both,” you muttered.

You heard Dean scoff before you walked over to Derek and Emily, placing the blanket over them.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked you.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be? It’s a little late, so it isn't really safe for you guys to drive home, especially with Emily like… this,” you explained, keeping your explanation brief and simple, not wanting to raise concern.

You set up a few blankets on the floor, laying down across from Dean.

“You know, you don’t always have to take care of everyone,” Dean started.

“That's not what I'm doing,” you shrugged.

“Yeah, sure,” he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face before you flipped off the light switch, waiting a few minutes to make sure they had all fallen asleep.

You slowly got up, putting a barrier of salt and mountain ash around the room, keeping out anything and everything.

Paranoia wasn't something you suffered from typically, and if you felt that something was wrong, it most likely was.

You made sure you had enough bullets in your gun, before grabbing your knife, slowly making your way outside your room.

You looked at the clock, seeing it was sometime past midnight. You knew you would eventually have to get Derek’s phone and call Zach, with yours now missing.

Something had gotten into the house, and something took your phone. You could feel your stomach aching slightly, out of nervousness as you took a deep breath, holding your gun tightly.

Deep breaths, (Y/N)

You rested your head on the wall, fully awake as you looked around. It was going to be a long night.

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needed silence | beomgyu

× pairing: choi beomgyu x reader × genre: angst but,,, happy ending / enemies to lovers au × warnings: swearing, bad habits (smoking, alcohol) × word count: 1,5k × a/n: yes, this is me revising an old fic from my old blog where i originally wrote this for a bts member... hope you still enjoy ~

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“you know what? no one wants you here. in fact no one fucking likes you.”

he looked taken a back by your sudden burst of confidence. he was too used to you ignoring him that you had managed to catch him off guard. he raised his eyebrows at you.

“tsk. is this the alcohol talking? you too scared to speak without the help of a couple margaritas?”

this is what you were used to hearing from him. you did something unexpected, but he was still using the same old tricks. in all honesty, it gave you the upper hand.

“maybe it’s because i’m too nice when i’m sober. i’m done with that. get out of my sight.”

your friends who were beside you are either sending him dirty looks or hollering at your remarks. it was them in the first place who encouraged you to drink up and have him hear what you’ve been wanting to let out all this time. and because of the ultimate provocation you finally agreed. it was about time you said something harsh back.

with your drunken friends backing you up, beomgyu decided it was better for him to back off. so with a chuckle and a shake of his head, he turned on his heel and exited through the back door. you had won. for the first time in your life it was beomgyu who was the first to walk out. you had more than clearly won, but why did you still not feel satisfied?

instead of going to find your brother who had initially invited him to the party, beomgyu went outside alone. he had been waiting for the day you’d snap and call him out on his bullshit, but never in a million years did he think it would happen so soon. and most importantly, never in a million years would he have thought he’d feel so hurt.

ever since the two of you met you had been bickering. in a way it should have been expected. after all, you were his best friends sister, you were never meant to be close. as time passed the bickering soon turned into arguing, hurt and tears.

of course the two of you avoided any contact with each other whenever your brother soobin was around as not to concern him. how would the two of you even have explained your situation to him? “hyung, every time i see your sister we end up shouting at each other until the other one leaves to go cry somewhere, but it’s fine we tolerate each other for you~” and the worst thing being, it was you who usually left first.

you never cried in front of beomgyu, but he knew. he had seen the tear stains on your cheeks when you’d come to the kitchen to grab a glass of water while him and your brother were sipping coffee at the table. he felt terrible, of course. he had promised himself countless of times to try and act nicer around you, but ended up breaking that promise every single time that he saw you. you just knew how to press his buttons and voila, the beast inside of him was out. so yes, it was about damn time you said something harsh back.

after a couple minutes of sitting on the porch step, beomgyu stood up, leaned his back against soobin’s pick up truck and watched as his exhale came out in a fog against the cold air. he shoved his hand in the pocket of his leather jacket and brought out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out and placing it between his lips. just as he lit up the cigarette, the volume of the music coming from inside the house was turned louder. it seemed like you were finally celebrating your victory in establishing dominance over him. you were happy now that he was out, beomgyu thought.

as beomgyu took his first big inhale of the toxin he felt his tense muscles relax a bit. the cold air was already nibbling at his skin and he slightly shivered at the uncomfortable sensation. just then the door in front of him swung open a little too harsh and hit the wall beside it with a loud thump, the person stumbling out obviously not meaning to use so much force.

“shit.” you mumbled as you drunkenly examined the wall for possible damage. beomgyu didn’t say anything, just watched in amusement and waited for you to notice him standing there. and you did.

“oh. you’re still here.” your face dropped to the floor when your eyes finally focused on him.

beomgyu took the cigarette from his mouth between his fingers and blew out the smoke. “yeah. didn’t expect you to come here.”

surprisingly, you gave him a weak smile then swayed your way over to lean against the truck as well, right beside him.

“well, i’m not really a big fan of crowds and loud spaces. i came for some fresh air.”

beomgyu huffed at you when you took in a dramatic breath of air.

for a few seconds the two of you stood there in silence. it felt like words didn’t need to be exchanged and maybe it was better that way. maybe silence is what your relationship needed.

after a while you turned to look at him and came to notice he was smoking. beomgyu felt your gaze burning the side of his head so he turned to see what you were staring at. you gestured towards his cigarette and beomgyu furrowed his brows.

“can i have one?” you casually proposed. he was taken a back, but dug out another cigarette nevertheless, offering it to you. you gingerly took the toxin from him and placed it between your lips just like he had done mere minutes ago. he then took out his lighter as you were already leaning closer for him to light up.

“thanks.”

beomgyu nodded back in acknowledgement. “i didn’t know you smoked.”

“only when i’ve been drinking.” you were quick to point out. “that’s why you didn’t know.” you grinned at him. beomgyu found your smile a surprisingly pleasant sight, something he didn’t see too often.

“beomgyu?” you suddenly initiated conversation.

“hmm?”

“why are you always such an asshole towards me?”

it must have been the nth time that night that you caught him off guard. not knowing the reason himself, beomgyu blatantly shrugged and cast his eyes down. “i don’t know.”

“is there something wrong with me? is there something you don’t like about me?”

it was obvious your confidence to ask such questions was due to the alcohol in your system. maybe you had been dying to ask these questions from him, beomgyu thought.

“no. there’s nothing wrong with you.”

you looked at him quizzically, trying to understand his seeming hatred towards you. “there’s something wrong with me.” he continued.

“i really can’t understand you, choi beomgyu. i’m trying really hard, but i can’t.”

“i don’t really understand myself either. you just irritate me for some fucking reason even i can’t understand.”

you blew out the smoke from your lungs in a deep sigh and leaned your head back in frustration. after another moment of silence you decided to break it again.

“look,” you threw your cigarette to the ground and stomped on it “i need to try this one thing.”

beomgyu watched you closely as you took an intimidating step toward him. you then placed your hand on his cheek and when it seemed like he was allowing it, you leaned in and kissed his lips.

his lips felt cold against yours, even with the alcohol evident in your blood stream. you would have never in your life attempted something like this sober, but you had already confronted him once for the evening so you decided to just fuck it.

he responded to your kiss almost immediately, lips surprisingly hungry for yours as his hands wound against your waist to pull you flat against him. he tasted like mint, booze and cigarettes, a combination that only made you feel like you were on cloud nine. by now his hands were stroking your sides up and down meanwhile your thumb was caressing his cold cheek. this was the satisfaction you were craving, the ultimate victory in your battle.

sooner than the both of you would have wanted, you pulled back from the kiss, breathless. beomgyu didn’t let go of you and neither did you. and almost as intensely as your kiss was, you stared at each other in a bliss.

“what the fuck was that?” you laughed as you leaned your head against beomgyu’s chest.

“that was one hell of a “thing”, (y/n).” he chuckled back.

“what are we doing, beomgyu?” you looked up to ask him, but instead of a vocal reply, your question was answered by his lips colliding with yours.

“just shut up and let it happen.” he mumbled against your lips. you giggled, but tangled your hands in his hair nevertheless. and you couldn’t believe silence was all you needed.

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Chapter 39: Star Death Reality Show (XXII)

This sound was like a signal to escape. Janet, Alex, Jing Siyu and Jing Sixue ran away in fear, wishing to escape to the ends of the earth.

"Take Lara away, get back! I’ll lead it away, I can deal with it!" Qi Leren kicked Du Yue and told him to act quickly. He shot at the monster's head to attract its attention, and prepared to take it somewhere far away and solve it with his own hands.

The monster came out. The swollen amphioctopus broke from its host body, and Francis's body was like a deflated balloon hanging off the amphioctopus, but this space alien had revealed its true appearance—an odd tentacled creature shaped like an octopus, which was covered in Francis's blood, and had changed from a mass of parasitic "seeds" in the body to a dangerous predator full of viscous body fluids.

Its speed was extremely fast. After breaking free from the shackles of the human body, it rushed toward Qi Leren at an amazing speed!

Qi Leren stopped shooting, picked the flashlight up off the ground, sped up his strides with all his strength, and rushed through the corridor deep in the institute at an inhuman speed!

The boundary between prey and hunter was difficult to distinguish. Both sides were sure that they were the hunter, but it wasn’t known who would die.

The S/L Data’s thirty seconds had passed. At this time, Qi Leren, who didn't have an immortal body, could only rely on his own abilities to handle this difficult opponent. At a gallop, Qi Leren realized that the distance between the octopus and him was getting farther and farther, and he was running fast enough to get rid of this fast-moving monster after having broken the shell.

He looked back, glancing out of the corner of his eye. This monster, which looked like an octopus, came after him as quickly as if it was sliding on the ground. Fortunately, it still didn't run as fast as he did. Seeing that there was a T-shaped intersection ahead, he immediately cheered up and prepared for the final battle.

Three, two, one, do it!

Qi Leren bit the ring off his hand grenade and threw it behind him. He pushed his running body harder, jumping around a 90-degree corner, and hugged his head on the ground.

Boom—

A huge explosion sounded around the corner, and the flames from the explosion lit up the whole passageway. Even Qi Leren, who was lying on the ground, felt the immense heat and shaking, and countless debris blew out and sprayed straight into the corridor ahead. Hiding in the vertical position of the T-shaped corridor, Qi Leren survived the explosion unharmed.

It was over.

Qi Leren stood up and was about to lift his foot to go out when Chen Baiqi's warning came to mind again. He breathed a sigh of relief, kept on alert, and carefully stepped around the corner with his gun drawn.

The explosion had made this area ahead unrecognizable. The body of the octopus had been blown apart, and several tentacles were thrown on the metal wall, sliding down slowly together with mucus, dragging out a scarlet liquid trail. With the loss of its tentacles, the octopus would only move helplessly a few times before falling to the ground completely dead.

All the four mature amphioctopuses had been dealt with, which meant that requirements could be almost declared for this task. Even if there were still a few newly spawned parasitic amphioctopuses in the contestants, they could be easily distinguished by detecting them with the instruments. But to kill people... Qi Leren imagined the scene with a heavy heart.

Once parasitized, it was hopeless. All he could do was let the parasitized people die happily.

Qi Leren pursed his lips and felt a little dry cough. His throat choked by the smoke was also a little painful, but it was still within tolerance.

He should find Du Yue and meet with him first. Qi Leren thought about it and walked along the way back.

At the moment he walked around the corner, the flashlight in Qi Leren’s hands suddenly swept onto a reflective object. When he looked intently, it was a half-open iron door, just at the end of the corridor where he had escaped the explosion just now. That is, at the bottom of this T-shaped intersection, there was no other fork in the road at its end, only a lonely door.

There was no sign on the door, no words, no letters, no special symbols. It was just a heavy iron door, half-hidden, and it was dark inside.

Qi Leren's heartbeat suddenly slowed, and his intuition whispered vaguely in his ear, encouraging him to move forward.

He pushed open the door, and the flashlight lit up the dark space. This small room was an office with desks, bookshelves, and office chairs.

There was also a computer: the same laptop that Qi Leren had been worried about, afraid of, and looking forward to.

His heart jumped wildly. Qi Leren took a deep breath, slammed the door, rushed to the computer in three steps and two steps, took out the prepared mobile power source from the item bar and connected it, and pressed the power-on button with trembling hands.

When the familiar boot screen appeared, Qi Leren clenched his hand and couldn't help tapping on the desk. Hurry up, open it quickly, and let him try again. Could he play Nightmare Game again? He had too many doubts that he needed this game to answer.

After the boot was finished, the mouse cursor moved to the icon of Nightmare Game and double-clicked.

The game interface appeared, and Qi Leren's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He held his breath and moved the cursor to "Save and Load".

Countless save files jumped out, arranged in reverse chronological order, and the last one was in the chapel in the Village of Dusk. At that time, he had gone through rows of old pews and was faced with a choice in the depths of the church: to the left or to the right.

He had saved the file, then walked through the door to the right, received the Holy City task, and had his first death there. In the real Nightmare World, he had chosen to go left, and then he met Ning Zhou in the graveyard outside the door, who had come to sweep Maria’s grave.

What if this time, he chose to turn left in the game? Would he meet Ning Zhou?

This problem had once bothered Qi Leren, but now he could prove it.

[…Reading save file, LOADING……]

[File read completed. Player "Passerby A", welcome back to the Nightmare Game.]

In the game, Qi Leren’s character named "Passerby A" went to the left door under his command. Qi Leren hardly dared to breathe, and countless chaotic thoughts berated him. For the first time, he was strongly aware of the fear that overthinking could bring.

The wooden door opened, and the game entered a cutscene animation. He could no longer manipulate his character, but watched him walk forward.

Outside the door was a gravel path occupied by shrubs and weeds. He went straight ahead. All the greenery in this sunset did not give a feeling of peacefulness, but instead filled his with anxiety and unease.

Qi Leren didn't know whether he wanted to see Ning Zhou in the game or not. His yearning heart was looking forward to meeting him again, even if it was separated by a cold screen. But reason made him resist. He didn't want to see Ning Zhou as an NPC in this game, because he didn't dare to ponder the hidden meaning behind it.

No matter whether he wanted it or not, in the dim afterglow of the sunset, Qi Leren still saw a figure standing in front of the tombstone.

So familiar, because he was so deeply imprinted in his mind, but so strange, because they were separated by the layer of a cold screen.

The figure appeared on the screen murmuring and, just like every NPC, the lines were displayed on the screen:

[Mom, I’ve fallen in love with someone I shouldn't love. He’s made me confused...]

Qi Leren's eyes had just seen this sentence when the words were blurred instantly.

It turned out that on that day, before he had walked from this church and seen Ning Zhou, Ning Zhou had once said such a thing in front of Maria's tombstone.

This was a lost Ning Zhou. At that time, he had not yet firmly believed that he would be willing to exile himself for his love. He was hesitating, unsure and uneasy, but he had no one to talk to. He could only come to his mother's grave and tell her quietly, even if he couldn't get an answer.

Qi Leren covered his face in front of the computer, tears flowing down his fingers and wetting the keyboard. He never knew he was such a fragile person; even if it was just a few words he had never heard before, they made him burst into tears.

He wanted to rush into the screen, embrace that lonely back, and comfort the lonely wandering soul.

But his approach would only wake up the lost man.

"Who’s there?" Ning Zhou appeared again on the screen.

Qi Leren woke up from grief. Ning Zhou had discovered his existence!

He couldn't make any answer. It was just a game with pre-written dialogue. When the game didn't give him options, he couldn't say anything.

They looked at each other without saying a word. They were as unfamiliar as two strangers.

They were indeed strangers.

Footsteps came from behind, and the Qi Leren in the game turned his head. Along this path full of weeds and shrubs, he saw a man walking towards them, bathed in the sunset from where he had come.

His words were also subtitled on the screen: "Passerby A? Ning— Ning Zhou? Why are you here?"

At this moment, Qi Leren was shaking and unable to breathe.

A familiar person stood there, looking surprised and shyly at Ning Zhou behind him.

That was himself.

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Love is a myth :: 04 (Finale)

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.

WORD COUNT: 4.8K words (it’s the finale y’all don’t look at me like that)

MAIN PAIRING:  musician! Yoongi X waitress! female reader

SIDE PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader ; Taehyung X female reader

GENRE: FWB! au ; Strangers to lovers! au

WARNINGS: Implied smut (Forgive me cuz I suck at writing it, no puns intended) ; Mentions of alcohol and smoking (I do not condone smoking) ; Profanity ; Mentions of infidelity ; Heavy angst ; Self loathing (Namjoon’s about to wack me in the head with his slipper) ; I apologize in advance if there’s any spelling errors.

SUMMARY: "You covered your bare form with the silk sheets beneath you, as you watched him walk out your door without a word." // "Love is a myth. All that existed between you two was pure lust." // "The last rule was if anyone of the two of you caught feelings for the other, the deal would be off."

SERIES MASTERLIST: Trailer » Meet the cast » Chapter #1 » Chapter #2 » Chapter #3 » Chapter #4

STATUS: Complete

You were even more motivated than ever to get ready for that blind date. Your fight with Yoongi from 4 hours ago was still fresh in your mind. You needed to get your mind off of things, and this date provided the perfect escape. You looked down at your phone that flashed with a new message.

 New message from ‘Michael “Jackie”-son’(2):

‘Dress in something fancy’

‘Address: XXX, 47th street’

 After ripping through every dress in your closet, you finally settled on going for a sleek, deep wine-coloured, silk gown that hugged your curves, but also loosely flowed to your feet. A slit ran down your left thigh up to your ankles through which your black lingerie stocking was sticking out. Yes, you’d chosen black lingerie for the night. It was the one you felt most confident in. Your hair was pinned into a simple, elegant, low bun, some loose strands of hair framing your face. You wore a simple chain choker, some elegant bracelets, shiny black pumps, and tiny pearls on your ears. Your lips were tinted in a gorgeous wine-shade, and your eyes were lined with a black liner. You knew your bear arms would feel cold, but you felt confident in your looks for once. But sadly this much reminded you of how your mother would dress. You pushed all these thoughts aside and grabbed your clutch, before you could make a tardy first impression.

 You stood before the building, drinking in the beauty of the exterior. You weren’t too surprised as you had worked at a 5-star restaurant for the majority of your life, but you were fairly nervous as you had never been on the receiving end of such ambience, ever since you had run away from your family’s wealth when you were 16.

 You walked in and were immediately greeted, “Good evening ma’am, how may I help you?”

 “Ummm… I have a reservation for two under the name Mr. Kim?”

 “Okay, I’ll check that for you.”

 You looked around and observed the luxurious decor of the place while the hostess went through the registry. She finally cleared her throat and spoke up, “Yes ma’am, Mr. Kim has been here for 2 minutes already, if you follow me, I shall take you to your seat.” She said smiling.

 Your palms start sweating as you follow the hostess to your table. Why were you so nervous? Was it because he was rich? Was it because he’d treated you to such a fancy place just for a blind date? Was it because you were afraid to break it to him how you were only expecting to have a good time, and not a committed relationship?

 Your brain most definitely started malfunctioning when you saw the hostess motion you towards a man sitting at what you presumed was your table. You took small strides as you made your way over to the intimidating man. He pulled back your chair for you and seated himself in front of you.

 And when your friends said this man was devilishly handsome, they weren’t exaggerating. His skin was clear and almost glowing. He was dressed in a fitted black blazer and trousers to match, along with a classic white button down underneath. His eyes were deep and intriguing, making you want to sit and stare into them all day. His lips were perfectly curved and looked inviting. You noticed two cute moles, one below his lip, and the other below his nose. His hair was a gorgeous jet black and was gelled back. A single strand cascaded on his forehead making him look even more suave. His poise held confidence, his shoulders held high, which seemed intimidating enough to you.

 “Good evening Miss. Y/N.”

 You thought his looks had attacked you enough. But that wasn’t the end of it. It’s when he spoke that you melted. His voice made goosebumps travel down your spine. What had you gotten yourself into? There’s no way this man was going to give you just a night of fun! What was Jackie thinking?

 “G-Good evening Mr. Kim.” You said trying to cope with his formalism.

 “Can we drop the act?” he asks, your eyes widening in surprise.

 “Pardon?”

 “I meant I know I’m intimidating, but like this is a bit much isn’t it?”

 “Wha… but you…”

 “Jackie said, and I quote, ‘You got money right? Flaunt it!’.” He says smiling.

 “Oh god.” You say trying to hold back a smile and failing.

 “Sometimes I wonder how Mark tolerates her.” He says giggling.

 “They do love each other a lot.” You say sighing.

 “Hey ummm… Y/N?” he says.

 “Yeah?”

 “Wanna get out of here?” he asks, eyes shining.

 //

 You were sweating and panting as you held onto his shoulders.

 “Taehyung, go slower, you’re killing me!” you yell out.

 “Jeez what are you? 60?” he scoffs.

 “Ayy you try walking in my heels!” you roll your eyes.

 You were both currently walking up the stairs to an old skating rink that overlooked the entire city. Taehyung held a takeout bag with 2 simple diner style burgers in them, while his other hand was clasping yours, helping you get up the last flight of stairs. You finally reached the spot he told you about and gasped at the sight you saw. You could see the entire skyline from here and it was a gorgeous sight to enjoy while eating the perfect comfort food.

 You both sat down and Taehyung handed you your dinner. “I much prefer these burgers than some expensive ass Pacific Bluefin tuna.” He says with a mouthful of food.

 “I’m surprised at how humble you are.” You say sincerely.

 “Yeah, the key is to never forget your roots.”

 “Sometimes people need to forget their roots…” you whisper unconsciously.

 “What?” he asks.

 “Uhh… the burgers are delicious.”

 “I know right? Mark doesn’t like them.”

 “Well Mark can go jump off a cliff.”

 “I couldn’t agree more.” He said smiling wide, as you admire his beautiful smile.

 “To be honest I never thought you’d be such a breath of fresh air when I first saw you.”

 “I tend to leave such a first impression.”

 “Umm… actually… I just wanted to clarify.” You say as you finish your burgers. “I don’t wanna lead you on. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

 “Well you’re lucky, because I’m not either. I tend to travel a lot. And I tend to fool around here and there and not stay emotionally grounded with anyone.” He says shrugging.

 “I hate commitment too. I just like to have a fun time.” You murmur.

 “Want me to show you a fun time?” he asks smirking.

 //

 30 minutes later, you were back against the wall of your apartment, as your lips were engulfed by Taehyung’s. His tongue felt hot, clashing against the walls of your mouth, as you shamelessly moaned into the kiss. His blazer had long been discarded on your floor, and your hands were tangled in his soft black hair. His hands roamed on your body rather daringly. His hands travelled up the length of your leg, causing goosebumps across the skin of your exposed thigh. His long fingers gripped around the meat of your thighs before he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped onto his shoulders to balance yourself.

 The kiss was sloppy and heated with none of you willing to stop for breath. His hands undid your hair and let your curls fall around your shoulders. His fingers thread through your long locks and he pulled on your hair, biting your lip as he broke the kiss. “You’re gorgeous.” He murmured shakily. You gave him a sly smirk and pulled his neck, connecting your lips again. He broke apart again, and stared into your eyes. His deep brown orbs were completely blown out, drowning in lust, and you were sure you matched it with the same darkness in your eyes. His voice was breathless as he said, “Why is the god damn zipper so tiny?”

 You couldn’t help but giggle at his urgency. “What’re you laughing about?” he asks furrowing his eyebrows.

 “It’s just you sound like those guys who struggle with a bra clasp and end up giving up in frustration.” You laugh out loud.

 “Oh I’m not giving up. You best believe I’m getting that god damn dress off of you.” He says, his voice husky.

 He turned you around and dropped you on your bed. He climbed over you, his leg landing between your thighs, his hands working on taking off your dress. He devoured your lips with an almost animalistic hunger when he’d finally exposed your lingerie to him.

 //

 Your chest was heaving as you stared up at the white ceiling fan. You had a déjà vu from about 2 weeks ago, from one of the many nights with Yoongi, where you had watched him leave after satisfying both your needs. You turned your head to see Taehyung’s angelic face next to you, as you catch his eyes already on you.

 “Why’re you staring at me like that?” you ask smiling.

 “I’ve slept with a lot of people ‘for fun’. But trust me when I say I’ve never wanted to stay back and cuddle as much as I do with you.” He says sighing.

 “Don’t fall in love with me Kim.” You say rolling your eyes.

 “It’s next to impossible, but I’ll try.” He says sarcastically, receiving a playful nudge from you in response.

 “Pillow talk has never been part of my routine…” you speak out, sincerity lacing your tone.

 “Me too…” he whispers and what he does next shocks you. He places his head on your chest, his face burying into the crook of your neck, and his arms wrap around your waist, sending shivers across your bare skin.

 “W-What’re you doing?”

 “Don’t think about it too much, just relax.” He huffs out, his breath running against your warm neck.

 You relax under his touch and involuntarily find your hands wrapping around his head as you nuzzle him closer. You let out a shaky breath as this reminds you too much of your college boyfriend. “Do you have to leave tomorrow?” you ask in a daze.

 “Sorry but yes… but I have a feeling I’m not gonna lose contact with you like I do with other people I sleep with…” he said smiling.

 “Me too…” you say letting your tired eyes flutter shut.

 //

 You wake up to a different sound everyday it seems. Today you woke up to the sound of what sounded like empty plastic bottles falling. Your eyes met with Taehyung’s, who came stumbling out of the washroom. “Sorry if I woke you up, I accidently dropped the shampoo bottles on your counter.”

 “No it’s okay.” You say smiling as you got up and put on your robe onto your naked form.

 You watched Taehyung, as he was folding the sleeves of his white button down to his elbows. His hair cascaded over his forehead in a messy, but still intimidating manner. He looked up at you as he grabbed his coat. “Well I should get going, my driver’s downstairs.”

 “Oh okay…” you murmur softly.

 He walks up to you and lifts up your chin ever so lightly. You meet his warm smile and you instantly melt. He leans in and lands a soft kiss against your lips. “I left my number on a note on the night stand. Promise me, we’ll stay in touch.”

 “Sure.” You say sighing, with a sad smile.

 “Hey, I meant to be friends, not for just hooking up again…” he says chuckling lightly.

 “Oh…” your eyes were wide.

 “Well I have to go now, bye Y/N I had a great time…” he says walking away, his hand slipping from your hold.

 You watched as he left your place, and you went to take a shower. Somehow this time when you heard the familiar click of the door, you didn’t feel hurt. Even though Taehyung was gone, you didn’t feel sad. Did it have anything to do with the affection he had shown you, besides the lustful sin you had committed?

 //

 Yoongi walked up the stairs of your building. His hair was a mess, his eyes were swollen from not getting enough sleep. He didn’t like the way he had yelled at you yesterday. He wasn’t in the right mind and he was just angered when you had told him that the memories he held dearest to his heart were a mistake. He finally reached your floor at 9 am in the morning, hoping he could resolve a few unspoken issues. Confrontation was always Yoongi’s go-to method.

 But Yoongi stopped in his tracks when he saw a man with tussled dark hair close the door to your apartment. He could only assume the worst by the sight in front of him. The man passed by Yoongi, bowing out of courtesy on his way to the stairs. All his obsessive thoughts started coming back to him. Maybe you didn’t want to go back to being friends. Maybe you should stick to the deal you had made. The slight bit of confidence Yoongi had when he was making his way to meet you was wiped away as he turned on his heel and made his way towards the exit.

 He needed some time. You needed some time. Alone.

 //

 The next whole week had gone by in a blur. Yoongi was procrastinating on whether or not to talk to you, ultimately deciding against it. You had continued to ignore Yoongi’s presence in your workplace the whole time. He didn’t walk you home every night since. You had also begun texting Taehyung from time to time, and you both had settled on being just friends, since you learned you both much enjoyed each other’s goofy side. Your life was in a constant loop, going to work, ignoring Yoongi, reaching home, and sleeping, only to repeat the same schedule every other day of the week.

 But today was a bit different. It was a Saturday night, and tonight was important for you, and every other employee. Tonight, all the heads and managers of the other branches of this ambiguous chain of luxury restaurants, were here to dine. Along with the CEO of this chain. You knew you were a waitress, but you had assisted in cooking tons of times before. Tonight they had all the experienced heads, like you assist in cooking, while they assigned the newly trained rookies as hosts and hostesses. You were all told to be super attentive and to make your nerves worse, you were being supervised by your head chef and manager Kim Seokjin.

 But the timing was completely wrong. Today your thoughts about your personal life were unnecessarily heightened. Seeing Yoongi working his fingers across the monochrome keys of the sleek black piano, he himself being dressed in an all-black suit and shirt tailored to be strained across his firm chest, was extremely distracting. You tossed the meat into the pan, aware of the powerful gaze of Seokjin standing in the corner of the kitchen.

 You tried to vaporize the alcohol by doing a simple flambé. You had done it tons of times before. You tilted the pan so the fire could catch the alcohol and a flame could erupt in your pan. But your mind being lost elsewhere you were shocked when the flame came on, and failed to move out of the way in time, burning your exposed forearm in the process. You yelped in surprise and pain as Maya took the pan from you for relief.

 “Chef, focus! This is no time to slack!” Seokjin’s voice rang through the loud kitchen.

 You huffed in annoyance and took the pan back from Maya explaining to her you’re okay, and began tossing the meat, ignoring the searing pain in your arm and the mark that was beginning to darken. As soon as all the dishes were made, you were given a 5 minute breather, till you waited for new customers to arrive. You stood in the corner, your hands cupping the burn on your hand in pain. You looked up in surprise when you heard a slam on the table in front of you. You watched Seokjin walk away, as you looked down at the ice pack he had left for you on the table. You couldn’t help but land a small smile as you iced the burn on your arm.

 It wasn’t 10 minutes later, and you were already pan frying zucchinis and slicing cherry tomatoes. Your break had barely lasted 2 minutes, before you had been called in to make a very important dish for the CEO’s family which had just arrived. “Move it! Move it! We don’t want to keep Mr. Kang waiting!” you heard Seokjin clap his palms together.

 What didn’t help your sense of urgency and added to the pressure was Yoongi entering the kitchen, as he stood in the corner having a chat with Seokjin. You knew that they were close, but you never knew Yoongi was close enough to lay a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder like that. You immediately placed the dish onto the counter, your mind distracted by Yoongi’s presence.

 Before you knew it there was a sharp call of your name leaving Seokjin’s lips. “CHEF Y/N?!”

 You rushed towards the counter, scared out of your wits. You watched as Yoongi’s eyes met yours in a sense of panic. “Y-Yes Mr. Kim?”

 “DID YOU DROWN THIS SALMON IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN AND PLACE IT ON THE CEO’S PLATE?”

 “N-No sir…”

 “IT’S SALTIER THAN THE BOTTOM OF THE PACIFIC! YOU KNOW WHAT COULD’VE HAPPENED IF WE SEND THIS PLATE OUT? YOUR HEAD IS NOT IN THE GAME CHEF! WE DON’T HAVE ROOM FOR AMATEURS IN THIS ESTABLISHED CHAIN!”

 “I-I’m sorry sir…” you said trying not to let the humiliation get to you.

 “You are one of my trusted employees so this is a warning, but if this happens again, I’m gonna have to let you go, you understand that chef?” Seokjin finally calms down and says.

 “Y-Yes sir…” you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

 “Retire for the night chef. You’re too distracted. We’ll fill in with someone else. You can leave.” Seokjin announces before leaving the kitchen. You take off your apron and before any of the others can ask you any questions, you stride out the back door. You sit down on your heels in the dark alley and hold your head and pull on your hair in frustration.

 Damn you Min Yoongi.

 Your cheeks stained with long gone tears, you held a cigarette up to your lips, as you tried to calm yourself down. You heard the door to the kitchen creak open.

 “Don’t try to ask me if I’m okay Jackie because frankly I’m n—” you speak out without looking.

 “The name’s Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Not Jackie.” A low voice echoes down the walls of the alley.

 All you can do is let out a huff of frustration and crush your cigarette under your shoe. “What do you want from me?”

 “I don’t want anything from you… just wanted to check on you…”

 “Since when do you care about my feelings?” you ask rhetorically, not expecting an answer.

 “Since last month I suppose, since when we walked to your apartment that night.” His straight forward answer surprises you.

 “What are we doing Yoongi?! What the hell is going on with us?!” you ask frustration lacing your tone. “We’re supposed to be fuck buddies. And we haven’t even had sex in 2 weeks! And before I know it, we’re sharing deep secrets with each other and talking to each other like we’ve known each other for years, and kissing each other like we’re in love—”

 “Because I am in love.”

 //

 Yoongi stops your little rant and shocks you with his words. You weren’t expecting such a direct answer to leave his mouth. You stood up, brushing out your skirt and muttered softly. “W-What?”

 “You heard me. I’m in love.” He enunciates.

 “But why?” you ask, oblivious. “I’m damaged goods. I’m toxic. We both are in a toxic relationship.”

 “But I’m willing to work to fix that.” Yoongi says with soft eyes. “I want to fix that gaping hole that the bastard left in your heart 6 years ago.”

 “Listen I really like you too, but I don’t want to… hurt you…”

 “You would never intentionally do that…”

 “I-I’m not ready…”

 “I’ll be here for you when you’re ready. This is new to me too! We can work through it together, please Y/N just trust me.”

 You sigh loudly. Before you could think you grabbed his collar and landed a kiss on his lips. He stumbled, but eventually his arms snaked around your waist, holding you so tight, afraid to let you go. You broke the kiss and looked into his beautiful deep brown orbs. “You really wanna do this?”

 “Yes.” He smiles and lands a small peck on your cheek.

 You smack his chest playfully and say, “You’re creeping me out, what happened to the Yoongi who could never even give me a straight compliment?”

 “Well I’m afraid someone changed him…” Yoongi says after thinking.

 “Oh really? Who may that special someone be?” you smirk playfully.

 “This woman at work. I’ve known her for 4 years, but never got around to talking to her until about 2 months ago.” He says chuckling.

 “Wow what a coward.” You scoff.

 “Well I don’t care, because I proudly simp for her now.” He says, his precious gummy smile making a rare appearance.

 You tug his collar, and smile as you look into his eyes. You lean in painfully slow, your breath ghosting his lips, but never coming close enough to touch them. “Quit playing me like that.” Yoongi whines making you giggle.

 “Well maybe I should—”

 “Miss. Y/N— oh sorry, please meet me inside, I need to have a word with you chef.” Seokjin says from behind the door.

 You immediately shove Yoongi away and walk back into the restaurant, your cheeks on fire. “Yes sir?” you say once you’re inside facing him.

 “I’d expect you to be a bit more professional. I didn’t peg you as the type of person to have a romantic rendezvous behind your workplace, but go off I guess.” He sighs. “Well getting to the point, I just wanted to say that, please maintain your work ethic. Your professionalism is something I’ve always respected, and something that made you stand out in this field. And I’d love to keep you in this kitchen, so please focus on your job.”

 “Yes sir.” You say softly, feeling a bit relieved.

 “And… I apologize for over reacting a while ago. I was not in the right head space. It’s just the CEO never stops pestering me on the tiniest details, and I wanted to prove him wrong, and show him that I can run this place. So if he received an overly salted plate, he would hold that against me my whole life.”

 “I understand sir. You don’t need to apologize. I’ll be sure to maintain my work ethic and never make a careless mistake like that again.” You say smiling.

 “Great. Well have a good night chef.” He says before bowing in courtesy and exiting the empty kitchen. You noticed that all the dishes had been done, so you went back to grab your coat and exited the restaurant to your new life waiting for you in the dark alley.

 //

 You were pretty sure you made the cab driver uncomfortable, but it’s nothing he hadn’t seen before. You both had long forgotten the sweet kisses and passionate hugs you guys had given each other merely 30 minutes ago, when you confronted each other, and now you were busy devouring each other’s lips, your tongues twisted in a feverish make out session.

 You stumbled into a familiar apartment, not yours, but in fact Yoongi’s. It had been 3 weeks since you’d last been here. You wasted absolutely no time as you both hurriedly discarded all your clothes onto the floor. Yoongi gripped your hip, with enough force to bruise it, as he lifted your form across the house and dropped you onto his bed. You drank in the familiar scent of Yoongi’s sheets around you, and the sight of a hovering Yoongi above you. His eyes mirrored yours, drowning in lust. His hair was disheveled and he looked at you with hunger. His lips landed on your neck, as you tilted your head the other way to make room for him to explore as much as he could. His hands ran along your sides as your hands raked his back. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you let out an uncontrollable moan, when you felt his teeth nip into the skin at your collarbone. You felt his warm tongue lick the mark he had made on you, as he continued his way down your torso.

 “You sure you wanna do this?”

 “Bitch, we’ve fucked 15 times before!” you laugh out loud.

 “Jeez woman, I’m out here trying to make it romantic, and you just rail me like that?”

 “Just shut up and do it. I need you right now.” You whine, which seems to turn him on.

 //

 Your eyes flutter open and you’re surprised that you aren’t woken up by any displeasing noises. The sunlight partially blocked by the semi see-through blinds, cast a dim light in the room. You found your head resting on Yoongi’s chest, a soft rhythmic breath leaving his chest, sounding like music to your ears. Your hand laid across his naked chest, while his hand was wrapped around you, his palm laying across your bare back. You yawned and suddenly flinched when you felt Yoongi’s lips on your forehead.

 “Good morning.” He said, his voice raspy and gruff.

 “Good morning.” You reply smiling.

 “I’ve never wanted to wake up next to someone this badly…” he sighs.

 “Why’re you so cheesy? What happened to Yoongi? Who are you?”

 “I don’t know Y/N… but I’m open to change.” He says smiling, looking down to meet your eyes.

 You chuckle in response. You watch as his fingers run across your hand which is laying on his chest. His fingers brush your knuckles and he looks as though he’s in deep thought. “Where’s your ring?” he asks unconsciously.

 “I took it off last night. It’s on your night stand.” You say smiling.

 “Oh… well I hate to break it to you, and I know it’s a Sunday, but I booked us a brunch reservation at a nice café down the street.”

 “You really didn’t have to…”

 “But I did. We’ve been sleeping with each other for 2 months, and I haven’t taken you out on a proper date, like ever!”

 “Well food does sound like a good idea, I’m starving.”

 “Well then get your tiny tushie outta bed.” He says playfully pinching your cheek, and jumping out of bed to freshen up.

 After you both had showered and gotten your clothes on, you were wearing your heels by the door, when Yoongi walked out of his bedroom, “You forgot this!” he says handing you your silver ring. His curious eyes watched, as you took the ring from him, and slipped it into your purse instead of putting it on your finger. “Come on let’s go.” You said grabbing his hand, unaware of the wide smile your bare hand had brought onto Yoongi’s face.

 //

 Brunch was delicious. And so was the dinner date you had a week later. 2 weeks had gone by, smooth sailing for your new relationship. Your fingers remained naked, no ring in trace, in the entirety of the last 2 weeks. It was a cold Friday night, and you were now sitting at the piano bench, in an empty restaurant. You glanced over your shoulder to see Yoongi’s eyes, focused on the keys in front of him. For once in a long time you could truly say you were happy. Your life was blissful.

 “Y/N…?” Yoongi says interrupting your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

 “Could you sing…?”

 “Sure.” You said smiling, as you already knew which song he wanted you to sing. You cleared your throat as you begun the first verse of ‘My Heart Will Go On’.

 There you both were, all alone, doing the things you loved, with the person you loved beside you, and you couldn’t have asked for more. No more did you feel lost. No more did you think of love as a myth. You had finally found someone to keep your heart safe, in this cruel world. And you couldn’t be happier, that your savior was Min Yoongi.

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A/N: Y’all I still can’t believe I wrote a whole ass series. I’m usually one to write really long oneshots or two shots, but I decided to turn this into a chapter wise series. Anyways, I hope you guys really liked it, and stay tuned for more works from me, in the near future :)

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Lost

Daryl Dixon x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2400 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Daryl’s girl ends up in Woodbury with Merle, but gets rescued after all this time when the others come for Glenn and Maggie.

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You weren’t even supposed to be there in the first place. When the others went out on a run to town, it was supposed to be easy. 

In and out, that was what Shane said. 

That’s what it was supposed to be. 

However, it couldn’t have been farther from that. Maybe if Daryl hadn’t been hunting, and maybe if Glenn hadn’t asked you to tag along, you wouldn’t have been there. 

Maybe, but you couldn’t be sure. 

All you knew now was that you went on that run. You went on that run and it wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Along the way you ran into a straggler, some guy who claimed to be a cop. 

...And it all went downhill from there. 

Merle stuck his foot in his mouth, like he did most of the time, and it ended in him getting locked to the rooftop. It was a little much, but based on how he had been acting, you couldn’t blame Rick. 

If you could lock Merle up sometimes, you wouldn’t hesitate to do so. 

It didn’t matter. 

The only thing that mattered was getting out of that shopping mall alive, but that wasn’t going to be easy either. Though, that all seemed like a distance memory by now. 

Long story short, Merle got stuck to that rooftop and you chose to stay with him. You knew that once Daryl found out what happened, he would come get you and you could wait. 

The trouble was that the longer Merle was there, with the walkers swarming the street below and banging on the deadbolt, he was losing it. 

But one thing was for sure, Merle wasn’t going to stay stuck to that pipe any longer, and he was more willing to lose his hand than stick around. 

...And you weren’t going to argue. 

Though, you knew that leaving the spot you decided to stay in would lessen the chances of Daryl finding you. However, once Merle’s hand was gone, he wasn’t going to make it up here. 

Someone had to take care of that wound, and you could as long as you got to somewhere with a burner and some low grade medication. 

It was over the counter at best, and nothing like he was used to but it was better than just gritting and bearing it. Though, with his tolerance, you doubted it would do much good. 

You had to try though. 

It worked for a short time, until you ran into a few guys on the road, heavily armed, that said they had a camp. It wasn’t perfect, and didn’t bring you any closer to Daryl, but it was better than being on the road. 

So, you hoped in the back of their vehicle and that was how you ended up at Woodbury, and for quite some time, the memories you had before that place faded away. 

 Maybe that was why it was so strange to run into Glenn outside of that convenience store. You had been on a run for the governor, and you knew to keep on your toes…

But nothing could have prepared you for this. 

You kept quiet at first, stunned at his appearance there, and let Merle take care of whatever it was he had planned out in his head. 

It was just better that way, for everyone involved. 

~ 

You didn’t see Glenn or the girl he was traveling with, Maggie, again until much later, when they were already at the compound. 

They were being kept in containment, kept hidden away from the rest of the citizens until the governor and Merle could figure out what they knew. 

Everyone came from somewhere and they wanted that information. 

However, you couldn’t have cared less about where they came from or what they were doing here. You and Glenn had always been close and you were glad to see him. 

And not only that, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew where Daryl was, or if he was still alive. It was the only thing you could hope for, and that wasn’t going to change. 

That was all you’d ever wanted, in all the time that you’d been here. 

Merle had been in your life for quite some time and you knew he would look out for you but that history, in no way, compared to the bond you and Daryl shared. 

Your life wasn’t the same without him. 

So, you did the one thing that you knew to do. You made your way down to the holding space while the guards were on break and let yourself into Glenn’s cell. 

You had to talk to him. You had to know what all had happened since you’d seen him last, or you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Consequences be damned, you needed to know. 

“Long time no see, stranger” you greeted, a slight smile on your face as you looked at him. The male looked shocked at your appearance, but said nothing. 

As far as he knew, you were here to beat on him just like Merle had, though maybe he should have known better. 

You had never been that type, after all. 

“Oh shit, you’re all busted up” you gasped, setting down on the chair at his side, using your shirt to dab a little bit of blood from his chin. You knew Merle was an asshole, but to Glenn? He was like family. You would never do that to someone you cared about. 

You cared about Merle, you did, but it became clear in that moment that Merle was something now that he wasn’t before. He was something different than the man you’d grown up around. 

He was acting like a monster. 

“I’m sorry. They told me you were here for decontamination and debriefing, I never would have left you here if I knew” you explained, looking around the room. 

You had been here before, but it didn’t seem this way when last you were here. Now all you could see was all the death and destruction this place had brought. 

How could you be so stupid? 

There was a sincerity in your voice, something that Glenn knew well, even after all this time and he believed you. Merle had always been capable of cruelty but you hadn’t. 

You had so much trouble even putting down walkers in the beginning. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay. Have you seen Maggie?” he asked, speaking quickly. He had no idea how much longer you two had before someone else showed up. 

It was clear where your loyalties lied and Glenn knew for sure that if they got out of here, you would be going with them. He could see it in your eyes. 

...And that was everything he could have hoped for. 

“That girl you came with? No, but I can find her. Just stay strong, I’m gonna figure this out” you promised, standing quickly now to head for the door. 

You only stopped just shy of the door, your hand still touching the brass. 

“Hey Glenn? Is Daryl still out there?”

Those words were nothing more than a whisper stuck in your throat, something you needed to know but didn’t want to ask. It was hard to handle, hard to stomach as you waited for his reply but before you could panic too hard, he nodded. 

“He’s alive Y/N, and he’s probably on his way right now” he assured, giving you one last comforting smile before you were gone. He only hoped that Maggie was alright. 

She had to be alright. 

The very idea that Daryl was still alive was enough to keep you going for long enough. You couldn’t find where they had taken Maggie at first, but by the time you got back to Glenn, she was there with him. 

In fact, it looked as if you’d just missed Merle and the others...but you didn’t have to wait there for long.

~

You didn’t really have much time to greet the others at first, seeing as you were now on the run with a bunch of people the governor would see as the enemy. 

However, it was hard not to focus on the blinding light that filled you when you saw Daryl again. 

The only trouble was that he didn’t see you. He couldn’t have seen you through all the smoke and the hail of gunfire that was falling down on all of you now. 

There was no avoiding the things you were dealing with, and you would have time for greetings later. You didn’t have any time for anything right now, except not getting gunned down. 

You fell behind just a little bit in the fire, but that was only because you knew their strategy, you knew the way that the governor fired and there was no avoiding that. 

There was no ignoring that.

If you wanted your people to get out alive, you had to be as smart as possible, which meant you would drive the truck out. Someone had to, and you were the most familiar with the area. 

It was only natural that you took the lead. To be fair, you had the most at stake if you all got caught, considering Merle would definitely blame you for the escape. 

Not that you cared about that right now. 

Daryl was your family, Rick was your family, and right now, anyone else was higher up on that list than Merle could have been. 

What he did to Glenn and Maggie was inexcusable, and you weren’t just going to forget it. This world made some people do terrible things, but he didn’t have to. 

In that moment, when Merle was beating Glenn down or watching the governor humiliate Maggie, no one's life was at stake. 

He was working at the hands of a terrible man, and that was the only excuse he had. That was the only thing that he cared about, and nothing would change that. 

Not in your mind, at least. 

Merle had hurt some of the most important people to you and there was no going back from that. 

“Where is Daryl?” you huffed, looking around the familiar faces, only finding a few you didn’t know, only to realize the man you loved was gone. 

You had no idea where he’d gone off to, and that wasn’t okay. If someone got their hands on him, it would be the end of the world. At least, for you it would be. 

You hadn’t done all of this just to lose him in the final stretch. You weren’t going to let that happen. 

“Where is he? Did you see him?” you rambled, trying to keep your calm as you looked through the brush, trying to focus on anything but the pounding of your heart. 

It was going to kill you to lose him again, and you couldn’t accept that.

“I’m going back, I’m gonna go get him” you decided finally, heading in the direction of the crawlspace you had just come from. If they had him, you knew where he would be. 

You knew where you would find him after something so aggressive like a witch hunt. The Governor was angry, and someone was going to die. 

...And it damn sure wasn’t going to be Daryl if you could help it. 

You knew that if it was a fight they wanted, the governor had ways of making that happen, and if he thought that he could get away with it, you were going to kill him. 

By the time you made it to the center of town, you found Daryl and Merle there in the middle of a huge circle of people, caught between a circle of walkers. 

It was a death match, one that only one of them was meant to leave, but you weren’t going to let that happen. 

If the governor wanted a fight, you would give him one. You would give him the fight of his life if it meant you had a shot at the life you loved. 

Daryl was your only chance at that. 

You had lost him once, and losing him again wasn’t an option. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about all this? You son of a bitch” you barked, shoving Merle to the side, gritting your teeth. You hated him, hated him more than anything right now. 

How were you ever going to do this if you had to be there with him? 

...But your rage was short lived before you set eyes on the man you’d been searching for in the first place. 

“I didn’t even know if you were alive” Daryl muttered, so slightly, as if he didn’t even mean to say it. However, it was enough to draw your attention away from his moronic brother. 

“Daryl” 

It was only a whisper from your throat, nothing more than a whisper but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter, because you threw yourself into his arms before either of you could focus on it. 

You slammed into his body with so much force that you nearly fell to the ground but neither of you blinked an eye over it. 

It had been too long since you two were together, and there was nothing that was going to change that. No amount of time would be enough. 

“I thought you were dead. Merle and I went to figure stuff out, but we just got too far away. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” you hummed, burying your face so deep in the crease of his neck that you could hardly breathe. 

However, if you could have gotten any closer to him, you would have. Nothing was going to separate you ever again, you weren’t going to let it. 

It wasn’t in the cards. 

Daryl didn’t answer you as you spoke, but the hold he had on you only tightened with each second that went by. It was the way that he communicated, the way that he showed you what he was feeling, and you couldn’t have missed it. 

It wasn’t one of those things that you could just misinterpret. 

“Don’t worry about anything, I’m not going anywhere” and you knew it was the truth. You knew that it was never going to change, not after everything you’d been through. 

You had been so lost, so lost and it was never going to happen again. 

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Getting Attached

Summary: Wukong does everything in his power to ensure that he doesn't get attached to his successor. It doesn't work.

Trigger Warnings: death, violence, blood

1517 words

Don’t get attached.

He’d been telling himself not to since the very beginning. He was immortal, and the kid was just a human. A human worthy of being his successor, yes, but a human nonetheless. He would die one day, and Wukong knew that getting attached would only make it a thousand times more painful.

If he held the kid at an arm’s length, when the inevitable happened, he would just be able to move on. He’d find himself a new successor, someone else who could wield the staff.

As long as he didn’t get attached.

The kid made it so awfully hard not to. He was so full of life, excitement constantly buzzing under his skin. He asked questions, he did his best to learn. Even if he lacked confidence and focus, he was still a perfect successor.

A good successor. Not perfect, not anything all that special. He was just a normal kid that Wukong had absolutely no business caring about. He wasn’t fond of MK at all. 

He wouldn’t let himself be.

Don’t get attached.

MK’s lack of focus would be the death of him if Wukong didn’t set him straight.

Not that that would be that bad — no, yes it would — but he wouldn’t be that upset if something were to happen. He couldn’t be. It was inevitable. He knew it would happen eventually.

He didn’t care that much about his kid — fuck, the kid. The. Not his. MK had enough father figures already, he didn’t need another one in the form of him. It would be better for both of them, in the end.

Don’t get attached.

He was honestly legitimately offended when he realized that MK had been running around with some other mentor. He tried to tell himself that it was insulting, and not just downright hurtful.

But above that was the concern he couldn’t help but feel.

MK wasn’t acting like himself. He was all… dark, and too quiet. So unlike himself. It was all wrong, and Wukong intended to get to the bottom of it.

Purely so he could have his student back, of course.

Don’t get attached.

Seeing the kid pinned to the mountainside, looking absolutely terrified out of his mind had nothing to do with caring about him and everything to do with the fact that it was Macaque of all people who had him pinned there.

The relief in MK’s voice when he showed up was irrelevant, he was focusing on his mortal enemy right now. Not on his the kid.

He would have won if suddenly it wasn’t Macaque he was going to hit, but MK. He faltered, unable to make himself hurt the kid, and he was immediately beaten back and pinned to the ground by Macaque’s shadow clones.

He was so stupid, he shouldn’t have fallen for that. It was a cheap trick, and he knew MK was still where he had previously been. Pinned to the mountain, struggling to the best of his ability.

And then Macaque summoned the smoke monster, and — he was going after MK. He was going to kill him.

The fury and the panic that rose inside him weren’t important, he just — he had to stop him. He had to save his kid.

And as MK managed to land that final blow, and Wukong threw himself around him, protecting him from the explosion, only one thought was going through his head.

Fuck. He’d let himself get attached.

After the months of tug of war with himself on this matter, he should have seen it coming. He should have known that the second he let his guard down would be when it would happen.

It had been so sudden, too.

It was a hard enough battle that Wukong had needed to get involved, yes, but he’d been sure that it would be a piece of cake from there. MK was doing so well, too. He’d been learning so fast.

One moment the kid was doing great, dodging and hitting and doing everything perfectly.

The next, the tip of a blade was sticking out of his chest.

The sword jolted MK’s entire body, and he went still after that, gasping so loudly that it was the only thing Wukong could hear.

The world froze.

MK didn’t even scream. He was barely moving, his breathing beginning to pick up as his mind caught up with him, and Wukong was already running.

The sword was ripped out of his body, and MK fell to his knees. The blade, Wukong realized in a distant sort of horror, had been the only thing holding him up. And that made it that much worse. 

The first thing he had to do was take out the bad guys. That was easy, he could — he could do that. He just had to be fast.

He knocked them all unconscious — or maybe they were dead, but he didn’t particularly care at this point — before rushing to MK’s side, placing his hands over the gaping wound. There was so much blood.

MK gasped again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, deep breaths,” Wukong said, even as his own heart raced and bile rose in his throat. He swallowed it down.

“It hurts so bad,” MK whimpered.

“You’re gonna be okay, bud,” he promised.

“I—” he began to choke, and blood dribbled from his lips. “I’m not—”

“Yes you are, dammit!”

He couldn’t lose his kid. Not here, not now. Not so soon. Not so young. Not like this. He’d always known it would happen, but he’d imagined it so much less bloody. So much less painful. He’d thought they would have more time.

MK choked on a sob. “I’m going to die.”

“I won’t let you.”

“You may be the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven,” MK said, breathing shallow, “But I’m not sure there’s a lot you can do about this.”

“Bud, the entire Court of Heaven loves me. I’m not letting this happen.”

“They hate you.” A statement. A fact. Hopeless.

“They… tolerate me.”

“I’m going to die, dad.”

Wukong’s world halted violently. MK had just called him… that. On what was essentially his deathbed, in his very last moments, he’d called him dad.

He’d wanted this for a long time, but not like this.

He’d imagined it would be like in those fanfictions the kid didn’t know Wukong knew he wrote, where MK slipped up, forgot, maybe was too tired to think about it. Where Wukong’s brain would short-circuit, and he wouldn’t be expecting it, and it would be weird, but nice. Where MK would be embarrassed at his mistake, but Wukong would be delighted.

MK wasn’t embarrassed, and Wukong wasn’t delighted.

His child, his child, was choking on blood, a brutal stab wound going right through his body. Wukong had known it was a bad idea to take away MK’s invulnerability, but only now did he fully realize what a stupid choice it had been.

He could have just trained the kid properly from the get-go, let him stay invincible, keep him safe from shit like this.

But no, because of him, here they were. With MK dying, and nobody but him here to help.

He wouldn’t even get to say goodbye to the other people that cared about him.

“You should—” choke “You should see if Mei can hold this thing,” he said, not even bothering to gesture towards the staff. “She’d—” spitting up blood, too much blood “make a good successor.”

Wukong had once thought, if he’d been able to keep himself from getting attached, that he’d be able to do something like that. That he’d be able to just pass along the staff to the next person who was worthy, choose a new successor, and move on.

The thought made him ill, now.

“Thanks for giving me a chance, even if I was really lousy,” MK said, before breaking into a coughing fit.

“You were not — are not lousy. You make a perfect successor,” Wukong insisted.

“You’re just a good teacher. You’ll find someone else, someone who can actually—” choking choking choking stop choking on your own blood “get shit done. Defeat some demons for real.”

Wukong wanted to scream.

“I’m sorry for failing,” MK whimpered, his breathing finally beginning to slow.

No, no no no, he would fight all of heaven to keep this from happening. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. 

“You didn’t fail,” he said, frantic. “I’m the one who failed, I should have done better, I should have protected you, I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay,” MK wheezed, voice too soft. “You’ll find someone better.”

The kid’s body went still before Wukong could say anything against his false statement. There was nobody better than him, he wouldn’t ever find someone like that. MK was the only one perfect for the job.

Wukong didn’t have the strength to pull his hands away from the fatal wound.

The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, quite literally had the blood of a child on his hands.

He never should have let himself get attached.

[spicysoftsweet]

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Baji Keisuke was the king of mixed signals, Kumi decided, the thought leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

There was a part of her that wondered if that night had been a dream, if she had been so hurt she’d manage to dream up a situation where Baji’s feelings for her were crystal clear now that she wore her heart on her sleeve. There was another part of her that wondered if she’d conjured up every good thing about him in her head to ignore the type of person he actually was.

The type of person who would do this.

“I’m fine.”

Chifuyu pulled away from Kumi’s hands that slowly reached for the bandages surrounding half his face but not enough that she couldn’t gently touch the sides of his face with her shaking fingers, moving his head from side to side to get a closer look.

Kaksi fumed nearby and Takemichi paled, wondering if it was wrong to have gone to the two girls for intel as Kumi’s eyes ran over Chifuyu’s injuries. Kumi was gravely silent, her mind clearly racing a mile a minute despite the neutral expression she bore.

“Who the hell does he think he is?” Kaksi yelled, genuinely and righteously upset. She had been tolerating his odd behavior towards her, towards Kumi, towards everyone so far, but this - this was possibly the last straw for her.

If he could do this to his friend, then what was the point?

“He has a reason,” Chifuyu started, but Kaksi wouldn’t have it.

“Bullshit! You can barely see!”

Kumi let her hands drop to her side and nervously ran a hand through her hair as she took a couple steps. Chifuyu gave her a once-over, unclear of how to gauge her reaction and then turned back to Kaksi whose fists were clenched and positively vibrated with rage.

“It was a…,” Chifuyu paused, unsure if he really needed to explain all of this to these girls, then continued, “test of faith.”

Kumi let out a sudden nervous laugh, crossing her arms.  “So he goes to church now?”

She was somewhere between upset and irritated, then apologized for being curt.

Takemichi suddenly spoke up.

“Baji left Toman for another gang called Valhalla... Which was what I was going to talk to you about, but it seems like you didn’t know,” he said, a little bit of disappointment in his voice. "We were at their hideout and then this-"

Chifuyu shot him a glance that suggested he was talking too much and Takemichi paled before trailing off.

Kumi’s eyebrows furrowed. He had been wearing Toman’s garb when he came to see her just days ago… or had she just imagined it?

“Did something happen?” She asked. "Like a fight or something?" At least to her, Toman had always been Baji’s priority; she couldn’t imagine him suddenly changing his mind now, unless there had been an incident.

Plus he had talked to her like nothing happened, but then again, she had felt like something was strange about him for the past few weeks.

What else did she not know?

Takemichi shook his head, and Kaksi grew impatient, both with the fact that Takemichi had no useful information to offer and the simple fact that he knew things that she didn’t, that Kumi didn’t, and she still had no idea where this guy had come from.

It was suspicious - maybe she was even a little jealous - how quickly Takemichi had gotten Mikey to open up. Something she had wanted for so long-

She didn’t know why she was thinking this way, back to the matter at hand.

“Where’s Valhalla’s hideout? We’re going there right now,” Kaksi declared.

Chifuyu let out a small incredulous laugh before his eyes widened when he realized she was dead serious. He looked at Takemichi who looked genuinely horrified, then at Kumi whose eyes were lowered, now deciding that her fingers and thumbs were suddenly very interesting to her. He couldn’t sense the turmoil inside her, and Kaksi was too righteously upset to notice by now.

Maybe Kaksi needed an outlet. She’d spent enough time feeling sorry for herself and now was ready to raise hell.

“Where is it?” She repeated to Takemichi.

Takemichi startled and Chifuyu gave him a warning look.

“Don’t tell them, Takemitchy.”

Kaksi glared at Chifuyu.

“If you don’t tell us, we’ll go find it ourselves. It won’t take a lot of asking to find out if it was that easy for you guys to find, after all,” she threatened. “Let’s go, Kumi,” she said, now grabbing Kumi, who seemed lost in her own world, by the wrist.

Kumi resisted as Kaksi pulled, and this actually surprised her.

“I-I don’t want to see him,” she finally admitted in a small voice, not looking up. “Or Kazutora,” she murmured. “I think we should just stay out of it this time.”

Kaksi genuinely appeared to be in shock.

“What?”

Kaksi let go of her arm gently, her rage fading slightly.

“Kumi?”

Kumi looked up at her, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I don’t know what to think anymore,” she said, a tear finally breaking loose and rolling down her cheek.

Was he good? Bad? Kind then not? Did she even know him? Even if he supposedly liked her now, she couldn’t forget that he was once her bully in some capacity, especially looking at Chifuyu’s battered face now, she wondered if there was something she was missing, and if he’d snap at her too.

Don’t hate me if I mess up.

What did that even entail?

Kaksi walked over to her crying friend and put her arms around her. “You don’t have to come if you’re worried, I get it,” she reassured her.

Kumi nodded.

“But I’m going,” she continued, pulling back now. Kumi’s tears had the opposite effect, making Kaksi even more adamant that she give the two - at the very least, Baji - a piece of her mind. “Takemichi, you’re coming with me,” she insisted.

“What?!”

Kaksi was already off, somehow in the right direction, and Takemichi and Chifuyu found themselves following suit before they knew it.

---

The smoke that greeted the four of them - Kumi had decided she wasn’t going to let her friend go on her own after all - was suffocating, even though the doors to the abandoned arcade were still technically closed.

Kumi held onto the sleeve of Kaksi’s shirt reflexively, slightly behind her and with her other hand subconsciously raised before her. Yes, she’d been around delinquents for the past two years, but she’d never been in or even close to the fray, and without having even stepped foot to breach the hideout, she could already tell she and her best friend were in incredibly hostile territory. Just the simple act of stepping over a ‘no trespassing’ had set her on edge.

“Now that you see it, will you go home already?” Chifuyu finally said, exasperated. The four of them had stalled in their advancement, possibly because Kaksi had had a moment of clarity, and Chifuyu expected them to go back.

However, the glass doors suddenly slid open, revealing a couple of grunts that were clearly low on the hierarchy. The taller of the two unnecessarily mature-looking teenagers looked at the four of them, probably having kept watch from outside, and laughed once he saw Chifuyu.

“You’re here for another beating? Didn’t have enough?” He jeered.

“And that scared bitch from Toman is here again, and he brought extra bitches with him!” The other laughed, hands still shoved in the white Walhalla jacket uniform as he threw his head back. Before Kaksi could turn and start running, he’d already grabbed her by her hair and started to drag her inside despite kicking and screaming.

Kumi screamed after her and tried to pry his hands off her friend but immediately was scooped up from behind and restrained by the second watchman.

“Fuck!” Chifuyu hissed, running in after the two of them, cursing himself for having tried to call Kaksi’s bluff rather than firmly telling them to mind their own business. He hadn’t anticipated either of them actually being this stupid, and now...

He threw a punch that connected with Kaksi’s captor’s back, but wasn’t enough to get Kaksi free, narrowly dodging a heavy kick launched in his direction.

“Let go of me, you piece of shit!” Kaksi shrieked, thrashing as Kumi began to wail for help, muffled by the clasp of a dirty hand over her mouth.

The shuffling of hands and fists and kicks right outside the hideout was loud enough that the inside stirred with excitement. The two girls were dragged in along with Takemichi and Chifuyu closely behind, brought in by additional gang members.

Kumi, and even Kaksi, were afraid enough by now, being ogled by all these strange boys, more unfriendly and harsh-looking, jeering boys (and probably some adult men) than they’d ever been in their life.

This had been a terrible idea, Kaksi thought, as fire tore through her scalp from the hold on her hair.

“Hey, we got visitors!” The first boy, grip on Kaksi’s hair still unrelenting. The taunts and whoops and leers grew louder, as they were brought to the leaders of the crew. Kaksi considered for a minute that she was done for - she knew what some gangs could do to a girl like her.

But Kazutora would never be part of those gangs, right?

“You’ve got what?”

Kaksi gasped, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Visi-”

The harsh thwock of knuckles hitting flesh almost silenced the crowd, and Kaksi felt herself get yanked backwards as the man dragging her toppled backwards.

“I’ll fucking kill you, you piece of shit!” Kazutora was on top of the crumpled body in seconds, dealing additional punches on either side of the teen’s face, his teeth bared in a vicious expression.

Kumi gasped as she watched the growing crowd freeze as Kazutora laid into the young man’s face, and the one who had restrained her released her immediately and set her down on her feet, surprising her even. From just a few feet away, she noticed Baji, also in Valhalla garb, new and nothing like the Toman uniform, glaring past her, his fists clenched as though he were itching for a fight as well.

The guy who had let go of her bowed, begging Kazutora to stop on behalf of his partner, and the young man paid him absolutely no mind, until another young man laughed loudly.

“Kazutora, we get it, she’s off limits,” he chuckled, as he walked forward. Kazutora paused, expression still frozen, then turned to look at Kaksi and frowned before getting to his feet.

He opened his mouth as though he planned to say something, then changed his mind. To Kumi, he looked blankly, then asked flatly,

“Did these bastards tell you where this place was?”

Kazutora pointed directly at Chifuyu and Takemichi’s general direction, the two also frozen in place as they stared at the bloodied pulp on the ground.

Kumi froze, then nodded slowly then shook her head quickly.

“T-they didn’t want us to come… but Kaksi forced it so-”

Baji stepped forward at this time, giving her a harsh look, mean enough that she could feel her stomach turn, then walked towards Chifuyu. Chifuyu actually flinched, a microscopic action, but Kumi and Baji both noticed, and the latter might have even been angered by it.

“Did I hit you too hard the other day or not hard enough?” Baji spat. “Why the fuck would you bring her here?” His fists clenched tighter and he leaned forward and before Kumi knew it, she’d moved closer to him, pulling his arm gently.

“Please stop.”

He shrugged her off instantly, staring down Chifuyu. Kumi tried again, while Kaksi froze in place watching the two of them. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen Baji this upset.

“Kei-” Kumi murmured. Her hands reached for him again, hesitant just from the hostile energy that seemed to radiate for him, and before she could touch him, he whipped around and turned to her, eyes wild.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He snapped.

There seemed to be a sudden stillness to the air, or maybe Kumi just imagined it, as she recoiled at the harshness of his voice. Before she could come up with something to say, he continued.

“Don’t you get the hint?” He continued. “Get lost. ”

Kumi’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment she thought about the first time she’d met him, where instead of this twisted frown he sported right now, the face red with irritation and grit teeth, he’d sported an amused smile like he could swallow her up at any moment.

Get lost.

Had he ever liked her? He hadn’t, had he?

It had all been in her head, this idea that he was a good person with some bad qualities, and that she could look past them, that it could be different, because at least he liked her, right?

Before she could burst into tears, Kaksi seemed to move like lightning in between the two of them, and forgetting where she was, who she was, why she was there, her hand drew back to slap Baji across the face. He stopped her before her palm made contact, and Kaksi glared at him as he held on to her wrist.

“You fucking asshole,” she hissed.

He didn’t say anything, but let go of her arm. Kaksi let it drop to her side.

“You changed,” she told him. She laughed bitterly, glancing at Kazutora as though to imply that this applied to him too, as Kumi finally lost control over tears that were welling up in her eyes, letting them stream wordlessly down her cheeks.

The young man, tall and brown-haired with an almost perpetual leer to his face, who had mocked Kazutora’s sudden fury again laughed, louder this time.

“Are you bringing your relationship problems to the gang? Do we need a rule that says don’t mix business with pleasure?” He said, clapping, truly rioting as Kumi tried to manage the sensation of her heart shattering.

Baji’s eyes didn’t leave Kumi, still shaking with something between anger and confusion and maybe an instant bit of regret, he wasn’t sure, but she suddenly sniffled loudly, then looked him straight in the eyes, fiercer than she had for the past two years that they’d known each other.

“Fuck you.”

He may have been taken aback by the severity of her words, but he didn’t show it, stone-faced for a moment before looking away.

It was for her own good, right? Do what was necessary and apologize later.

Don’t hate me.

Valhalla was different from Toman. Someone like her, a deer in headlights, could genuinely get hurt.

Please don’t hate me.

He tried not to look back as Kumi hurried out of the glass doors alone. Part of him wondered if he should go after her, but instead he diverted his attention back to Kaksi who had dug in her heels.

Despite the uneasiness that took over Kaksi, standing there surrounded by so many dangerous and much stronger people than her, she decided that walking away from Kazutora now wasn’t an option. Takemichi and Chifuyu stood behind her, waiting for her to realize there was nothing she could do or say to reason with her ex-boyfriend or Baji.

She still had to try. Kaksi moved forward, walking past Baji and grabbing Kazutora by his arms, attempting to shake him, anger more than anything else taking over her now. Baji muttered in annoyance but knew better than to interfere. He wished she wasn’t so stubborn sometimes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, loud enough to express how she felt, but low enough that not everyone could hear.

Kazutora didn’t say anything, watching her with those eyes she didn’t recognize.

“Kazutora, please,” she begged. “This is not where you belong.”

Her ex-boyfriend chuckled, clearly not taking anything she could say seriously.

“And where do you think I belong?”

“With me!” she exclaimed as if the answer was evident. “With your friends! With Toman! With Mi-”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” Kazutora yelled his turn to hold the girl, violently shaking her.

Baji watched the scene unfold, surprised by the harsh way his friend handled Kaksi, but not displaying any real emotion. The way he gripped her arms and pushed her back then pulled her in was very different from the way he would normally gently hold her hand and bring it to his lips. For a moment Takemichi and Chifuyu were afraid of what Kazutora would do to her, but it seemed that Kaksi was the most afraid as she burst into tears still firmly held by her ex-boyfriend.

Kazutora stopped moving, automatically releasing her as his eyes widened. He didn’t want to hurt her; Kaksi was the last person he wanted to see crying which was why he didn’t want her here. He wished that she could understand how he felt, the fury that Mikey brought each time Kazutora thought about him. But all there was and all she could see was madness in his eyes and in his actions.

Kaksi didn’t understand him anymore, she couldn’t understand him. For a moment she wondered if she ever did? Yes, of course. She used to know Kazutora like the back of her hand. But the young man standing in front of him wasn’t the boy she had fallen for years ago and she was afraid she would never have him back.

Tears kept rolling down her cheeks and she realized only confusion and sadness remained inside of her. She wanted to speak but she couldn't find any more words. Kazutora took a step back, looking at Takemichi and Chifuyu instead.

“I should fucking kill you for having brought her here,” he said. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

Kazutora gave one last look to the girl and it was while wiping off her tears that she walked away. Takemichi and Chifuyu followed her closely. But she wished she could have left with Kazutora and Baji by her side too.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

hey love, you write angst so well!!! could I maybeee get something where one of the boys (probably paul or david tbf) cheats, and the readers just like... okay and forgives them. But it makes the boy think that they don't care about the relatonship but in reality the readers shitty past just leads them to accept all the bad thongs life throws at them. (This was very specific, so I understand if it's kinda difficult to write something out of it, sorry for how long this was)

Okay, so I didn’t know if I wanted to do this or not ‘cause I can’t really picture any of the boys cheating. But, if one of them did, it would be Paul. He’s my favorite of the boys, but that boy is the CEO of Doing Dumb Shit. Because this is so detailed, I’m turning this into a fic. Also, no happy ending to this one. 

Stupid Mistakes (Paul x reader) fic

Warning: Mention of past toxic relationships and cheating, angst

Word Count: 1357

Paul had known he’d fucked up. Of course, he hadn’t realized it at first. He’d been hunting with the boys, and they had found a tasty looking group of girls. None of the boys had stopped him when he’d gone up to flirt with them. They thought he was just hunting. Before he met you, he was the one they always sent to pick up girls. He could talk to anyone, unlike the brunette which preferred to stare at his meals until they came to him. The boy could lay the flirting on thick, even without a wingman. That’s what set him apart from Marko. The curly-haired blonde could flirt, but he wasn’t the chattiest with new people. He couldn’t think on the fly and have pick-up line after pick-up line flow out of his mouth. Even if girls outright denied the rocker, it didn’t break his stride or bruise his ego like it did with David. In fact, it would make him want them more. Paul was the perfect bait.

He was friendly, handsome, and easy-going. Girls wrote him off the minute they saw the haze in his eyes and heard his stoner laugh. He was unassuming. Nice. It helped that he looked like he’d stepped off a Motley Crue tour bus, and had a perfect smile to match. He’d offer some herbal supplement, and that usually got the girls off the boardwalk. He’d bring them back to the boys, pick his own meal for the night, and then the boys would dig in. Perhaps even get laid if the girls were willing enough. And his girl was willing. She hung off him the entire time they walked to the beach. He’d smoked one too many joints that night, and it didn’t help that this group of girls had brought their own refreshments. The minute Paul had tasted vodka on his tongue, he’d signed his own death wish. 

He’d slammed back shots with the girl he’d picked, and smoked enough to get even a vampire fucked up. The girl had leaned in, and Paul had been too fucked up to really think. He was drunk and he was horny, and his meal was exactly his type. It wasn’t until after he’d done the deed and finished his meal that the boys had given him judgemental looks. He wiped his mouth and said,

“What?” He genuinely didn’t know why they were staring at him. Did he get blood on his pants? It took a minute for the blood to sober him up, and then he realized. Shit. Old habits die hard, especially with vampires. He’d fallen back into his old routine and had forgotten one quintessential aspect of the past few months. He had a mate. He had you.

He tried to rationalize it at first. She was just a meal. He was drunk. She didn’t mean anything and she wouldn’t mean anything. He’d eaten her like it was no problem. You were his sugar. His puddin-pop. His gumdrop. His every nickname in the goddamn book. Plus a few that he had come up with himself. 

But when he saw you the next night, the guilt was killing him. He didn’t think he could ever feel so bad about something, especially with how he murdered people on the regular. He knew about your past and he knew he’d done the one thing he’d promised not to do. You hadn’t asked him to make that promise, but he still made it. He wanted to be different, but he wasn’t. He was an idiot. The king of idiots, he thought. He had a babe like yourself and he’d gone out and ruined it. He was sure you were going to break up with him.

By the time you two were back at the cave, he was ready to explode. The boys hadn’t followed them, and you assumed Paul just wanted some one-on-one time for the night. When you played with his hair and leaned in to kiss him, he’d stopped you. That was a first. 

You furrowed your brows. He’d been acting weird all night. He’d kept his hands to himself, hadn’t tried to flirt with you, and even seemed quiet for once. Now that he wasn’t trying to kiss you or take advantage of your alone time, you knew something was up. You knew something was wrong. The first thing your mind did was go to the worst case scenario. He was going to break up with you. He took a breath, and then his motormouth took off.

“I cheated on you and I’m sorry. I was drunk and I didn’t know what I’d done until it was already over. I swear, she was just a meal. She didn’t mean anything to me. She wasn’t even that pretty. Well, she was pretty, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t just fuck any random girl. Fuck, nevermind, just, I love you so much, and please don’t break up with me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry-” He’d said it all so fast that he was already repeating a mantra of apologies by the time your brain had caught up with you. 

He’d cheated on you. It wasn’t the first time that it’d ever happened to you before, and it definitely wasn’t the worst. After so many bad relationships, this was actually fairly tame. It served you right though, for thinking that he’d be any different. It seemed that life was just filled with men that couldn’t keep their dicks in their pants. A sour feeling had settled into your heart, but you still said,

“I forgive you.” And then he stopped. He stared. He blinked. His motormouth had hit the breaks, and it seemed he couldn’t believe you were letting him off the hook so easily. 

“That’s it?” He asked. In all honesty, it didn’t make him feel better to be forgiven. He wanted you to yell, cry, and throw things at him. Call him every name in the book and make him grovel for your forgiveness. It would make him feel better if he had to earn it. To show that he’d hurt you and that you cared. Cared enough to not just look at him as if he’d done nothing wrong. Did you not think cheating was bad? Would you cheat on him? Those thoughts came rushing through his mind and it was a miracle that they didn’t leave his lips.

He watched you shrug, and then anger lit inside him like one of the torches in the barrels. 

“Do you even care about us?” Paul couldn’t control his mouth when he was in a good mood. When he was angry, all restraint flew out the window. You furrowed your brows, and said,

“Yeah. It’s just...I’m kind of used to this by now.” And then the terrible feeling came back in waves. It washed over him completely and snuffed out his anger. God, he was a piece of shit. Hearing those words were probably far worse than anything you could’ve yelled at him. “If anything, I should’ve expect it. This always happens to me.” You continued, and Paul wanted to stake himself right there. If it was day-time, he’d walk into the sunlight.

He ran a hand through his hair, and he realized something that made him feel terrible. He couldn’t date you after this. Not after what he’d done. Not because he didn’t want you, but because he wasn’t going to be able to make up for this. He was selfish and dumb. You needed someone with a clean slate. Someone that wouldn’t betray you even when they were drunk. He was an idiot, and you needed someone you could trust. He had already proven that he wasn’t that. 

When he told you that, then there were water works. There were only a few that came from you, but Paul was sobbing. He felt like a complete dick. He’d hurt you and now he was breaking up with you. But he had to. He had to set you free and let someone else have you. Someone who was better. Someone that wouldn’t make stupid mistakes.

((I hope you all enjoyed!! I’m telling ALL of you now that if anyone ever cheats on you, even if they’re as cute as Paul, DUMP THEM. We do not tolerate cheaters in this household))

[atinybitofau]

Y U N H O ⤁ the breakup

WHERE YOU HAVE A BROTHER AND HE’S YUNHO’S BEST FRIEND

a/n: give me time okay lol. I know these have been kind of bad recently but I’ll get back on it I promise. forgive me 😭😭

• 5 years away from home might be a lot.

• it actually is.

• and you do kind of miss it.

• but you don’t miss the reason why you left.

• lord knows you should’ve gotten over it by now.

• and you do need a vacation.

• “Y/n, come home.”

• you had your phone between your shoulder and ear, while folding the last of your laundry.

• the single and lonely life of living away from home starting to bore you completely.

• “I can’t just go home. You know that.”

• your brother thinks you’re an idiot.

• not because he knows why you left home.

• but he kind of also does.

• “One weekend. Please. It’s the least you can do for not just me but for yourself.”

• you know he’s absolutely right.

• that your life has been more tiring and intolerable only because you’re alone.

• maybe..

• maybe you do miss home.

• (and maybe you kind of miss him too)

• “Fine. ONE weekend. I’ll think about it.”

• you’re thinking about it took at least two days.

• now you plan to surprise your brother at his town home,

• bags in your hands,

• smiling like an idiot when you knock on his doors.

• but when you’re met with a half naked man of your past—

• the SOLE reason you left home in the first place,

• you forget why you’re smiling like an idiot.

• only wanting to slap the real one until he stops.

• “Yunho, don’t touch my shit!”

• he holds his hands up in surrender,

• too scared to say a word. too scared to explain himself.

• while you call your brother hand on your hip and ears blowing with smoke.

• you are on the verge of screaming your lungs out.

• “You want to tell me why my ex is house sitting your place? THE WEEKEND I PLAN TO VISIT YOU?!”

• your brother sounds shocked.

• stuttering over and over again.

• and you’re staring at your guilty ex across you ready to combust.

• “I can’t believe you. You convince me to come home after years of avoiding this jackass and he’s at your fucking house?! Death won’t even assure both me and you of our futures right now.”

• your brother sighs. “I forgot to tell you I was going out of town for tonight. He’ll only be there till I get back.”

• “I’m getting a hotel.”

• your brother knows.

• that you two secretly dated behind his back.

• doesn’t know that Yunho apparently cheated on you during that time,

• kept it a secret for two months breaking your heart,

• making you leave home...

• making you feel alone for that long.

• your brother would probably kill him.

• but Yunho didn’t only make you happy once.

• he also made your brother happy.

• and if it’s tolerating him for a night, then so be it.

• you’ll just have to leave for a couple hours I mean what’s the worst that can happen?

• “Where are you going?”

• you press your fingers against your temples as you stop in front of the door,

• dressed in a tight outfit—

• screaming I need a night away from my ex, will you take me in.

• though Yunho wasn’t pleased. not at all.

• “You can’t just leave without telling me.”

• not again, he thinks.

• he doesn’t know what he did wrong back then.

• you claimed he cheated on you when he didn’t.

• he remembers a woman in the past that might’ve been the reason but you never gave him a chance to explain?

• all he ever wanted was to talk to you.

• make things clear that he’s always only loved you.

• but when he sees that you’ve apparently stopped, maybe he’s cutting himself a little short.

• why would trying to fix things with you?

• would doing it make either of you happy?

• “I can leave whenever I want. Last time I checked, I didn’t have somebody to tell me when I can and can’t go out.”

• he’s seeing stars—

• black ones as he stands to protest, “No you don’t. But you sure as hell aren’t going out looking like that.”

• he thinks you haven’t changed a bit.

• you’re still the gorgeous little thing he fell in love with.

• doesn’t doubt another man would’ve found you that way too.

• “Yunho, you haven’t seen me in years. So don’t act like you can control what I do. What I want to do. When I think I should move on?”

• “You left me!” he retaliates, your fear burning in both your eyes. “You don’t realize that for five years I’ve been trying to find a way to you again. Trying to explain to you you were wrong!”

• “For five fucking years?” you almost cry when you face him, “You spent 5 useless years trying when you didn’t try hard enough. Waited. Yeah I waited for you too but 5 years long enough.”

• he hasn’t changed.

• still gorgeous to the bone.

• still tall and powerful.

• argues for your sake, not his.

• but it hurts, you know?

• knowing...

• this whole time you might’ve been wrong.

• and it took 5 years to come back home to realize?

• “I told your brother.” he explains eyes still studying your outfit with displeasure. “How we dated? I had to ask him why you left. Why you didn’t tell me you thought I cheated? When I didn’t.”

• “Don’t lie to me.”

• “When have I?” he seethes through gritted teeth,

• knowing you were wrong.

• knowing..

• he’s only wasted 5 years chasing you because you weren’t running away.

• you were hiding.

• “When have I ever lied to you?”

• “When you kissed her. When you loved her more than me? Yunho, maybe that’s when you lied.”

• “When you thought I was lying.”

• he’s angry.

• at himself and you.

• because that entire time loving you, you forced him to stop when he didn’t want to.

• and you have the audacity to say he didn’t have the right to control you?

• “You’re the lousy ex that cheated. Cheated to get away from me.”


• he takes his things and leaves you behind.

• and there’s this pang of guilt on your chest.

• the heaviest weight in your shoulders—

• because you know you spent years trying to get away from him instead of years trying to stay.

• “You’ve been crying.” your brother wipes the dry tears on your face as he joins you for a morning cup of coffee the minute he arrives. “Why?”

• “Yunho..”

• he sighs smiling slightly.

• finally.

• he doesn’t have to blame anyone anymore.

• knowing that you were always wrong.

• how could he take a side that wasn’t his sisters? even if you were wrong.

• “I told you to come home.”

• your lips frown. “I’ve always been afraid.. of being left behind. That maybe I started to leave people behind before it could happen to me.”

• your brother feels that.

• knows you left him too.

• but what matters is that he won’t make you happy right now.

• but he knows who will.

• “Go home.”

• your eyebrows furrow. “What? I am home.”

• “No, y/n. Go home.”

• Yunho.

• your fast on your feet.

• knowing he lived only a couple blocks away.

• ready to stop running once this ten minute sprint ends.

• wanting to just stay for a couple years instead.

• “Y/n, what are you—“

• you throw yourself over to tower his height as best you can.

• lips adjacent to his before you kiss him properly.

• missing him.

• and you really don’t care about the five years difference time makes.

• because 5 years hiding may have been useless

• but you never stopped loving Yunho.

• he obviously never stopped loving you.

• “You ready to hear my explanation now?”

• you stare up at him,

• five years really as useless as you say.

• cause it just feels like you just spent five years loving him from far away.

• “No.” you mumble against his lips warming up to what feels like home. “Can I please just...”

• “Stay?”

• yes you,

• “Wanna come home, Yun. I just want to come home.”

@atinybitofau

[shadow0asylum]

It’s more than tired. I never recovered. Past trauma is making me crazy eyed. I can’t even push forward anymore and start over. 

Calling me names and mental illness’s just make me numb. it has no effect anymore. You were comfy is what happened, you got mad when I decided to not take your crap anymore. You knew what it was like before you came here. You insecure pos! Acting petty for a reaction. Take your miserable 2 face elsewhere. I do not want you back in my home. I will not tolerate disrespect or your non existient parenting skills. You don’t have a right to parent my child when you lost yours on a account of your mouth. I told you I didn’t need your help parenting, I got mine. You overstepped too many times. I refuse to allow your hobo ass back. You were fine because you settled then all of sudden when you get called out its this and that and not good enough for you. boy please! 

yeah you got your feelings hurt when i told you i wasn’t going to put up with it. i trusted you until i didn’t. if someone tells you something personal, don’t be petty and throw it back in their faces or tell people what you trusted with them. you trying to make it everybody else’s business but yours. Take accountability! 

All of sudden “I’m Crazy, I’m Bi Polar, I’m pressed about the neighbors” Bitch no I ain’t. You’re just petty and emotionally immature!  You were trying new romantically games, wtf does that even mean?! You were trying something out, boy, ain’t nobody got time for games or stupidity! I knew you were fake thats why i wasn’t buying it. and you “just wanted to see me smile?! wtf be your genuine self and cut the bullshit! oh wait that was your genuine self, how pathetic. 

You just use people to have something to do and not be bored. How bout keep a job for once?! quit flip flopping cause you don’t even know what face you want to be that day. You’re only nice to people when you can get something out of them or its a fucking game to you. That’s exactly why you will never be happy and that’s not my problem. 

You can tell them I’m bi polar, crazy, used you, i don’t care, atleast I don’t have to waste my time and energy on you anymore. I told you multiple times do not go outside all fucking night to smoke, the door wakes me up, you coughing all night because you went out all night to smoke your drugs,  you’re disturbing us and you don’t care and guess what you thought you were just going to keep doing it and i would get over me. nah you got me fucked up! i already told you not to bring your habits to my house. boundary after fucking boundary you broke. how long did you think this was going to continue. 

you didn’t want me to break up with you over the phone but in person so you could show your ass huh, thats what it really was. “i don’t deserve to be treated like this” what like held accountable for your actions??? 

everyday i remember some dumb shit you said to me and i might not of realized it at the moment but i do now. i’m way better off without you, i asked you multiple times if you would cut the grass because i wasn’t comfortable with the weedeater, i asked you multiple times to handle something because i was about to lose my shit and it didn’t matter to you, because i never mattered to you. i knew i couldn’t count on you for anything, that only solidifys it all. The older they get the dumber they get. some people just don’t mature, just don’t have compassion for others. they think they can get away with the bare minimum. 

I do believe I’m gonna personally take the years I need to heal this time. The grass does look greener sometimes but when you’re up close to it, its really not. 

#narcisstist #hometryingtostealass #disrespectful

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

ROBYN

I called Mel to blow off some steam, but her phone was going straight to voicemail. To say I was boiling was an understatement. Half an hour later, I found myself asking for a shot of whiskey at the nearest bar. Some place that probably hadn’t had a new customer in weeks. 

“I’ll take a water with lemon” John stated, his eyes roaming the dark room. The place was small, yet cold and unfamiliar. There wasn’t many people here, but you could tell the few present were regulars.  

“Thanks for coming in with me, I know this ain’t in ya job description” I sighed, trying my hardest not to dump all my problems on him.

“I’m just glad you got up out the house. I was beginning to think you replaced me” 

“You know better than that! You ain’t getting rid of me that easy” I chuckled in surprise. I tossed back my shot and motioned for the bartender to refill me, wasting no time to toss that one back too.

“This whiskey’s not gonna have you trying to throw bottles upside my head again is it?”

“I promise I’ll behave myself” I crossed my heart with my right hand. “Sometimes, I get so worked up and I just need to take the edge off. Whiskey helps.”

“Don’t let this shit be your go to” he advised, glancing over his shoulder to see who walked in when the door opened.

“Shopping is my go to, Mary Jane is definitely the runner up, but this shit easily takes third place.” I admitted, nonchalantly. “Everybody needs an outlet”  

“You gonna have to find some better outlets. I know it’s hard, but I’ve been where you are before and it ain’t a pretty place. I’m not going to sit back and watch you spiral downhill.”

“Eh, to each their own. I’m sure you got your outlets.” I shrugged, before requesting another refill and quickly gulping it down. John just shook his head and looked back at the door as a couple of people walked out. I loved how alert he always was, it made me feel safe. Safe enough, to order another shot.

“Can you at least slow down?” he demanded rather than asked. “Ain’t no way yo tolerance that high.”

“Boy please! I am Bajan, we can hold our liquor.” I teased, starting to feel myself. The whiskey had my temperature rising, so I slid my jacket down on to the stool. The bartender placed my refill in front of me, this time flashing his dingy smile while his eyes burned a hole in my chest. 

“Thanks, we’ll let you know if we need anything else” John practically yelled to snap him from his daze.

“Sorry man. We don’t get models in here often” he apologized before tending to the other couple at the bar.

“Bullshit” I blurted before falling into giggles. “I know I look like shit today, but that was a good save”

“You ready? Cause I’m ready to get up outta here.” John stood, with his mind made up. He’s never bossed me around before and oddly enough, it was turning me on.

“Wait, just let me get-”

“You’ve had enough, let’s go.” he ordered, looking down at me. I was beginning to imagine his dark skin on mine and realized he was right. It had to be the liquor taking over, so I shook the thought away and stood like he requested. 

 "Yeah, you’re right, I uh, need to do some shopping anyway.” I stammered, leaving a few twenty's on the counter before leading the way out. 

The ride to the mall was awkward. I rolled and smoked an entire blunt to myself on the way. I could tell John was pissed, but I didn’t understand why or even cared to ask. I’m sick of people trying to give me advice I didn’t ask for. I’m grown as hell and if I want to get fucked up in the middle of the day on a Monday, then that’s what I’ll do. 

“I know how long these trips can be and I don’t want you to feel rushed, just give me a call when you’re ready” he stated, once we reached the mall entrance.

“Don’t even worry about it. Thanks for the ride, enjoy the rest of your day” I added, jumping out the back seat before he’d even come to a complete stop. I didn’t want to be around his bad energy, that shit was contagious. I’ll just have to take a cab home. I’d much rather ride with a stranger than be judged.

Turns out John was right. I spent much more time shopping than I expected. There wasn’t much traffic and I enjoyed not having to wait in lines.  I treated myself to new clothes, shoes, earrings, and a new purse. Everything I wanted was in stock and I had many of the stores to myself. Apparently I picked a good day to splurge because I spent well over forty grand.

After shopping, I ordered some Chinese food and found a little corner to myself in the food court. I was so happy about the leopard print Louboutin booties I found, I had to put them on before I even touched my food. Something about leopard print made me feel sexy and I needed that feeling now.

I slipped my flats off and smiled as the softness of the booties welcomed my feet. They made me feel so good, I forgot about my bad day. I started to devour my food as if all the appetite I was missing all week suddenly appeared from nowhere. When I was done, I wasted no time getting in line at the ice cream shoppe. 

I sat down again, taking my time and enjoying my chocolate chip, double dip cone a little too much. I was in heaven, oblivious to my surroundings. A weird feeling crept over me and I felt like I was being watched. My eyes shot up for a quick scan and immediately locked on the culprit. Christopher fucking Brown.

I stared back for what seemed like forever, but he wasn’t letting up so I decided to show out. If he thought he couldn’t stop looking before, he wouldn’t know what to do when I made him wish he were the ice cream. 

“I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me” a smooth baritone caught me off guard in the middle of my act. I sighed deeply before locking eyes with the one night stand I was supposed to never see again. 

“Today has got to be my lucky day” he grinned.

“Hey Stranger” I smirked, swallowing the big ass frog in my throat. I should’ve put my ice cream down, but I couldn’t. I just took bites instead of licks while he eyeballed my lips.

“Nah, call me Rocky” he pleaded, his eyes roaming with no shame. Fuck I thought to myself, realizing I left my favorite black leather jacket at the bar. My nipples were at full attention and an apparent distraction, so I crossed my arms. 

“I thought we agree-”

“You really want me to treat you like a stranger after the way I had your body feeling the last time you saw me?” he asked, inviting himself to sit in front of me. 

“We agreed to no names”

“Who are you shopping with, if you don’t mind me asking?” he quizzed, checking out my table full of bags.

“Damn you nosy” I frowned, shaking my head. “Who you here with?”

“Shit, I’m here with you. I just wanna know who about to be pissed when your plans change up.”

“How my plans change up?” I giggled, loving his persistence.

“I got somewhere I wanna take you”

“Boy you don’t even know me”

“I know what you taste like. You gonna let me taste you again?” he asked wetting his lips before biting the bottom one and slowly letting it out. Flashbacks of his lips on my body sent shivers down my spine. Before I could even respond, I could see Chris approaching at record speed with Nicki on his tail. 

CHRIS

“Thank you for getting me out the house today” Nicki smiled, taking a bite from her huge, soft pretzel. “This is exactly what I needed!”

“Me too” I mumbled between bites of my pretzel dog. I was glad I was feeling better than I had the day before, but I still felt crappy. Yesterday I laid around with a hang over from hell, but when Nicki called today I had to pull my shit together. 

“I’m so glad Sam will be home for good today. All I can ever think about is what if he misses our baby’s birth”

“Aren’t you due next month?”

“Yeah, but look how fat I am! There’s no way I can hold this baby for another month!” she stood up and turned sideways for me to see her silhouette. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be back to yourself in no time. You’re having a healthy baby. That’s the important part.” I stressed and her face immediately dropped in shame.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry for what?”

“Complaining. I’m grateful for this entire experience. I just wish Sam could’ve found a closer job sooner, but it’s done now and I’m soooo grateful” she beamed as her phone vibrated on the table. “Speak of the devil.”

“Tell him I said what up” I laughed at her girlish demeanor while she spoke with her husband. Somehow they pulled through their long distance relationship, even with the hormone roller coaster. I was happy for them.

“So are you spending Thanksgiving in Texas with Tae now that Mama got her own thing going on?” Nicki quizzed after hanging up with Sam. I hadn’t told her it was over with me and Tae yet, I was hoping to avoid this conversation altogether.

“Nah. You know me, I like to make my rounds. Are you cooking? I’m tryna come get one of your plates!”

“Noooo Chris! Holidays show a girl how serious you are about her. You gotta at least try to go see her, it’s important!”

“Well, sh-”

“Robyn”

“No, it’s not about Rob-”

“No, I was saying, is that Robyn?” she nodded across the food court towards the ice cream shoppe. Sure enough, Robyn was standing in line with three bags on one arm and her wallet in hand as she waited to order.

“Damn, she looks good” I blurted under my breath. I didn’t know where we stood since the last time we spoke, so I definitely wasn’t going over there.

“That hair looks so good on her. When’s the last time ya’ll talked?” 

“Not long ago, and it wasn’t pleasant” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes from her as she paid and grabbed her ice cream from the cashier. She quickly found an empty table, set her things down, and began to devour her ice cream in the most seductive way. On top of that, the dress she wore revealed every curve and way too much skin. 

When she sat down, her eyes met mine. She refused to break eye contact and began to lick her ice cream with a flat tongue, curving it around the top. She winked at me, then opened her mouth wide before sucking her ice cream from the top, clearly giving me a show.

“So ya’ll cool or not?” Nicki’s voice snatched me back to attention. My head snapped in her direction to see if she was seeing what I was but she was preoccupied with her phone. When I looked back at Robyn, there was someone else sitting in front of her, blocking my view. 

This guy must’ve been enjoying the same show I was, too bad he didn’t stand a chance. Rob’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even give a guy two seconds if he’s not worth it, which made me wonder why this guy was still sitting there. 

“I don’t know. Let’s go say wassup” I suggested as Nicki tossed the last of her food in her mouth, then followed me towards Robyn.

As we approached her, a huge smile spread across her face and she waved in our direction. I wasn’t sure what to expect but my nerves relaxed a bit. 

“Oh my God! Look at you!” Robyn shrieked, jumping up to hug Nicki.

“No bitch, look at you! I was just telling Chris how bomb this haircut is on you!” Nicki returned the love. I tried to get a word in, but Robyn turned her back to me and proceeded to talk to Nic like I wasn’t even there.

“I can’t believe you almost done cooking the munchkin already!” She squealed, rubbing Nicki’s belly. 

“Yes girl, exactly 28 more days!”

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know yet, we wanted a surprise”. They went back and forth for what seemed like forever, paying me no mind. I waited patiently until Robyn attempted to leave with the random guy without speaking to me. She tried to walk by me so I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, catching her off guard.

“So you just gonna ignore me?” I asked, glaring into her shocked expression. It took a second of thought but to my surprise, she shook her head no, so I wasted no time leading the way to an empty table for a little privacy.

“How you been?” I began, instantly pissing her off.

“What you mean How I been?” she mimicked rolling her eyes. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I ran into Rayven last night..you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

"Wow, you pulled me to the side to ask about Rayven?” she asked, with slanted eyes. 

“No, that’s not wh-”

“Fuck you Christopher. I should beat your ass like I did her” she frowned, attempting to walk off. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me again, with a little more force this time.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked, trying to smell it on her breath but only smelling the ice cream. “Who’s this guy your with? Do you know him?”

“Mind the business you chose over me. I ain’t yo woman.” she spat, before returning to the lucky punk waiting for her. Those words hurt like daggers but I was more embarrassed than anything.  

“I guess it’s safe to say ya’ll not cool” Nicki spoke, breaking the silence on the ride home.

“I don’t know Nic, I think I really messed up this time”

“Ah hell, what you do now?” she shook her head in frustration as I caught her up on my cursed love life. 

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” she asked, raising her brow as she stared me in the face.

“That’s all I’m asking”

“You sound confused as fuck! At the end of the day, who do you love?

“I can’t even lie. I love them both”

“Who do you want to be with....like forever”

“I don’t know”

“Well that’s your problem. You gotta figure out what you want” she shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s not that easy. See with Tae I have this clean slate, well almost clean. Distance is the only problem. “

“Which is a pretty big problem” she pointed out. 

“But with Rob there’s so much chemistry, history, love... it would be hard to come back from what we been through”

“Well if you put it like that, do you want hard as shit or hard as fuck?” she teased, cracking herself up. 

“Thanks for the lovely advice”

“I can’t help you bro, you on your own!”

“I can see that!”

“Nah, but for real, every time I’ve seen you and Tae together you seem happy as hell. I mean head over heels, you stay cheesing like a damn girl, and treating her like a princess. But when you talk about Robyn you seem unsure and even kind of depressed. I’m sure it’s because of the accident, and everything else that happened but aren’t you ready to put all of that behind you?”

“Put Robyn behind me? “I sighed, giving it deep thought. It wasn’t like she was fucking with me anyhow. After seeing her today I was even more confused than before. 

“That situation is out of your hands at this point. I’m sorry, but it’s clear to me that Rob ain’t fucking with you bro. I can tell you’re not really taking Tae serious because you’re hoping Rob comes around. That’s bullshit and you definitely owe Tae an apology. Start there and just see where everything else goes.” she suggested, as she kicked her shoes off and kicked her feet up on the dash.

“That girl don’t want to talk to me”

“Of course not, you gotta go bigger than a phone call”

“Like what?”

“Like go see her. Go spend Thanksgiving with her! Have you ever been to her place? She’s been to your crib, your galleries, and met all your people. Ya’ll been together long enough, it’s time for you to meet the family. Matter of fact, you should pop up on her!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I grinned, realizing how right she was. It was obvious I hadn’t been putting in much effort and that’s probably why she keeps one foot in the door and the other out. She just needs a grand gesture to know how important she is to me.

With Nic’s help, I came up with the perfect plan to get us back on track. Thanksgiving was less than a week away, so I wasted no time booking my flight and a room near her salon. All I had to do was show up and speak my peace. How hard could that be?