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[nakajimaatsushii]

Somewhat more than friends - a_panicked_starfish - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Something I wrote for fun ✌🏼

[artalfons]

Be Estinien

Show up randomly

Be cool (and hot)

Leave

this is him the whole expansion and i think its very funny

[akiiame-blog]

Welcome to another edition of:

Common Misconceptions of the Mario Series that are Incredibly Annoying

This time, this post has inspired me to talk about how unfair it really is that Mario, and only Mario, gets regularly accused of being "a cold-hearted psychopath because he stomps on Goombas and Koopas."

Let's ignore the fact that this has been incredibly dumb to unironically claim and instead focus on this:

Many other characters like Luigi, Peach, Toad, etc have done the exact same actions before.

Yet, I don't see a single person accuse Luigi the same way people constantly accuse Mario.

Strange, isn't it?

I would assume that the average person who knows Mario would have the knowledge that other characters other than Mario have done the same actions that have been deemed as harsh or even evil. There's been numerous games where this is the case.

So why is it that it's cool when Luigi or the other characters do it, but it's suddenly a problem when Mario does it?

It's a contradiction that is so blatantly obvious. And maybe that's part of the "joke," but the "joke" ran itself into the ground way back in 2014.

[jeongguksu]

"let's play a game"

pairing: uni student!jk x uni student!f. reader

genre: smut

warnings: slapping, public sex, dom!jk

"Y/N, let's play a game.” Jungkook whispers into your ear. “Don't get caught."

You press your lips together, desperately trying to stop the whimpers slipping out. You really don’t want anyone to hear you, to catch you in this state: your face and exposed breasts are pressed onto the door of the bathroom stall, jeans and panties halfway down your legs while your boyfriend rams into you from behind. 

At least it’s lunchtime, so not many students are on the seventh floor of the school building at this time, but it doesn’t help that Jungkook’s thrusts are increasing in speed, pushing you harder against the wobbling door.  

“Kook-” you try to call him amidst your moans. “Too much, it’s too much-”

Slap. 

Jungkook rubs the flush area on your ass with his hand. “No, baby. Fucking take it all.”

“But- I can’t-” you pant, “keep quiet.” Your hand goes up to cup your mouth in an attempt to muffle the noise, but it’s no use. 

In one motion, Jungkook grabs your hair, pulling your torso away from the door and flushes onto his clothed chest, which causes you to release a particularly loud whine. 

“Well,” you can almost hear the cocky smile through the way he speaks, “isn’t that the whole point of the game?”

[icycoldninja]

Angsty Sephiroth headcannons

-Severe insomniac; needs to take 3 sleeping pills a night just to nod off, and even then, he's a light sleeper, so the slightest sounds can wake him.

-Doesn't drink often, but when he does, he gets very drunk and emotional.

-Cries a lot in private, especially when reminiscing his past or flipping through his old photo album with all his pictures of his dead friends.

-He still celebrates Genesis and Angeal's birthdays, all by himself. He gets a cake and lights candles, and sings happy birthday to the wall. Then he eats the cake all alone and drinks beer until he passes out.

-Has frequent, intense night terrors that keep him up when his insomnia doesn't. More often than not, the two forces work together to torment him till morning.

-Uses a lot of makeup to hide his dark, puffy eyebags, and even then they're still sort of visible if you look closely.

-Feels tired and unmotivated 80% of the day; it takes almost all of his mental strength just to get out of bed.

-Braids his hair before bed because it gives him something to focus on so he doesn't have to listen to all his own disturbing thoughts.

-Insecure about himself, and everything about himself, from his personality to his looks.

-Severe abandonment issues--he fears that you will leave him because of all his mental baggage, but is too afraid to talk to you about it.

-Sometimes holds you too tight because he fears you'll dissappear and leave him all alone.

-If you ever get a nightmare, he will squeeze you to the point of almost breaking your ribs. He does this because he remembers when he was young and scared, that was all he ever wanted.

-Is very depressed, tries not to show it, but you can see it anyway. This normally happens after a long day or when he has too much to drink. He needs a hug and maybe a kiss or two. Give it to him.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

“omg we’ve been there” “omg this happened there” “omg this hint is an in joke that only applies to us” “omg even though i made this to challenge you and know all the answers i’m gonna help you get them right” WHY DID THEY COUPLEIFY GEOGUESSER I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE

[msdarkshadow666]

How am I supposed to not ship it when they look at each other like that? Just get a room, you two. 😭

[episodes-ff]

Forevermore

Armando

Taking another swig, I clenched my jaw as the burning Don Julio glided effortlessly down my throat. Staring at the mess around me, I shuffled my feet groggily to go answer the ping of the annoying doorbell. Opening the door for Mike and Marcus, I turned back toward my liquor cabinet ignoring their concerned words as I popped the cap. “Armando! I know you fucking hear me.” Mike spat as I eyed him carelessly. “Why are you here?” “Dee sent us here to make sure you were ok since you weren’t picking up her or Papi’s calls. She was ready to file a missing persons report.” “Oh now she gives a fuck?” I gritted cursing her in Spanish as I trekked to my couch to have a seat. “Look, man, imma give you some privacy and space, but please check in so they know you’re safe.” “Why the fuck should I? I’m a grown man, I can take care of myself.” “I’m just tryna help, don’t be like that.” “I don’t need your fucking help.” “Whatever, we tried, Mike. Just leave his stinking ass alone. You need a damn shower. Fonky ass.” Marcus ranted as Mike sighed signaling for them to exit while I swallowed the brown liquor and silently cried.

**THE DAY BEFORE**

5:35 PM

Just finishing up my paperwork from today’s case, I once again pulled the ring box from my pocket and admired its beauty and color as it related to my woman. Diamonté is just that for me. A woman. Not preoccupied with the trivial bullshit or drama that comes with life. She makes me want to grow for her, be better for her and our son and any future kids. She’s my happiness. I feel whole with her and I hope she’ll complete me further and take this ring. Smiling, I wiped a stray tear before interruptions of a throat clearing woke me from my daze. “Nice ring. You got something you wanna ask me?” Mike smiled as I chuckled at his joke. “I’m gonna ask her to be my wife tonight.” I confirmed causing his immediate smile.

Gesturing for a genuine hug, I got up and met his arms as he laughed and patted my back. Taking a step back to ogle me, he rubbed my shoulder in appreciation as he spoke. “I know we aren’t the closest and we might be new to this father and son relationship, but from the the bottom of my heart I’m really proud of you, Armando. Forreal, man.” Feeling the sting of tears in both our eyes, we shared another warming embrace before he released me to retreat home.

Walking inside her house, I kicked my shoes and walked upstairs to greet mi familia as they playfully danced and laughed. “No, mommy, like this!” Papi chuckled showing her some dance on TikTok that they called tripping out. Watching her struggle to get it, I chuckled making my presence known as AJ ran to me. “Daddy, come come! You have to try this dance!” Setting my bags down, I watched in amusement as he showed me the mysterious dance he so excitedly wanted me to learn. Sticking my arms high as he instructed, I thrusted my hips awkwardly to the beat as she covered her mouth in laughter. “Sí? Like this?” I asked biting my lip and feeling the rhythm. “Maybe next time, papa.” He chuckled moving me away before I picked him up tickling his sides.

9:51 PM

Stepping out of the steaming shower, I wiped off the fogged mirror and took a deep breath as my nervousness increased. Tonight’s the night, Armando, you got this. I coached as I rolled on my deodorant and threw in a few hits of her favorite cologne. Cleaning up my facial hair, I gelled my hair back and put on my chain before heading to the closet to get dressed. Buttoning up my shirt, I fit my suit on before securing the ring to my jacket pocket. Grabbing the car keys, I got in my car and rode back to her house to pick her up. Wish me luck…

Sitting across from her at dinner, I kissed her hand as I took in how delicious she looked tonight. “You look so beautiful, bebita.” I simpered leaning in to steal a kiss from her as she blushed. “Thank you, baby. And thank you so much for this. I really needed it.” “I know, baby, has everything been ok?” “Yes, really wonderful actually.” Smiling, I kissed her once more before we placed our orders for tonight. Sharing in laughter and conversation over our meal, I got more and more nervous as time progressed to the big moment. “Are you for dessert, mi corazón?” “Mmmhm, I want a big slice of you.” She purred leaning in to nibble on my neck perfectly basking in our private quarters. “Not just yet, my love. But trust me, I’m more than yours.” I groaned against her lips.

Watching the waitress smile as she set the dessert on the table, I bit my lip as I watched her turn to face the plate as it read ‘Will You Marry Me?’. Looking up in confusion, she covered her mouth in shock as I got up from my seat to kneel in front of her at the table. “Diamonté, you’ve made my world so peaceful and special. Being with you is one of the biggest blessings to my life. I don’t know what I would do without you and Papi and I never want to know a lifetime without you two. I love you more than I can even say but this is the best way I can say it. Will you marry me, baby?” I asked taking hold of her shaking hand as I pulled out the ring. “Oh my god.” She cried as I caressed her cheek. “What do you say?” I waited nervously for her answer. “I-I…” Snatching her hand away, she ran away crying as I slowly stood in disbelief.

11:08 PM

Furrowing my brows, I fought my anger and hurt as I squeezed the box in my hand and contemplated chasing after her. Feeling in my gut that it would be best to do the opposite, I flagged the waitress and paid for our meal before trekking to my car and sitting in silence. Watching her come out from the restaurant in tears, I felt my heart start to soften before remembering prior events and throwing back on my veil of anger. Getting in the car, I pulled off in silence on the way back to her place. “Arma-“ “Don’t.” I spat coldly swerving through traffic to get her home and far as I can away from her. Crying softly to herself, I gripped the wheel as I focused further on the road.

Pulling into her driveway, I reclined into the seat staring out the window as she sniffled. “Will you please just le-“ “Did you even fucking love me, Diamonté? Huh?! Were you truly in love me at all? Or were you just looking for a father to your kid?” I ranted coldly as my blood boiled recalling everything I’ve ever done for her. Gasping, she smacked her full force across my face. Shaking with rage, I watched her grabbed her purse and step out. “I always fucking loved you, Armando, HOW DARE YOU!?! You never even gave me a chance to explain and now paternity is being called into question?! Are you fucking serious right now?! My answer was yes, but looking back maybe it’s right that I didn’t say anything. Go to hell!” She seethed breaking my spirit and ego as she slammed the door causing the window to shatter. Skidding off without a word, I wiped my teary eyes as I felt the gravity of my actions collapsing on me. “FUCK!!!!”

Diamonté

Running into the house, I kicked my shoes off my aching feet as I wept and ran upstairs. Bolting into the bathroom, I emptied the rest of tonight’s horrific dinner into the toilet bowl and continued crying my makeup off. “So much for a fucking surprise!” I cried in agony as I silently thanked God that Mike was watching AJ so he wouldn’t see me this way. Tonight was supposed to be so wonderful and not just for the goddamn proposal. For once I was in a beautiful place in my life with my intelligent little boy, the man I loved, and the news that I was once again carrying his bundle of joy. Now I feel anything but as I continue to throw up and cry wishing I was on the deepest corner of Earth away from him. I had it all planned on how I thought it would go. I even told Mike so that he and his wife Christine could watch Papi for the rest of the week while we celebrated our triumphs. So fucking much for a plan.

Finally gaining the strength to get up from the toilet, I wiped my mouth and brushed my teeth before ridding myself of my dress and makeup. Warming a bubble bath, I set up my phone on the speaker and slowly descended as the beautiful vocals of Jhené Aiko attempted to serenade me out of heart break. Bathing myself as I could do nothing but cry, I released the bath water and put on some fresh chill clothes before leaving to go collect my baby from Mike’s. I needed my child at this moment.

Pulling into his driveway, I knocked and waited patiently. Watching him open the door in confusion he hugged me before addressing me. “Heyyy what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be celebrating.” “Is AJ asleep? I came to pick him up.” I said weakly. “U-Uhhh yea I’ll go get him.” “Thank you.” I mumbled trying not to cry. Standing at the door as I didn’t wanna intrude, I watched Mike carry out my sleeping angel in his superhero pajamas. Taking hold of him, he stirred a little before looking up. “Mommy?” “It’s me, baby boy. I’m right here, go back to sleep.” I smiled rocking him in my arms as I turned to leave. “Hey, Dee, wait up.” “Yes?” “Look, I don’t know what all is going on with you and Armando, but just trust God and give it some time. Try calling him tomorrow ok?” Nodding as fresh tears cascaded yet again, he gently hugged me before kissing AJ’s head and helping us situate in the car. Paying him appreciative words, I waved goodbye as I pulled off and headed back home. So much for a plan.

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[crooked-haven]

BTS Reaction | You’re Jungkook’s Girlfriend

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Reaction

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my work so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 0.5k

“This is Y/N my girlfriend I told you about” Jungkook holds your hand as his band members stare at you in awe. They have never met one of their maknae’s girlfriends before, this one must be serious. You looked at each of them individually and smiled warmly.

Jimin: Excited. I feel like he would be the first one to introduce himself, give you a big hug and even compliment you on either your hair color or your outfit. He would then probably show you embarrassing photos of Jungkook throughout the years and Jungkook would probably get all embarrassed and shy about it.

Taehyung: Quiet but friendly, probably watching you from afar for awhile before actually introducing himself. I view him as super chill and down to earth, so he would more than likely start small talk or introduce you to his Yeontan, maybe even take a few selfies with you and of course Jungkook.

Jhope: Another hugger, but not as much as Jimin. He would probably ask you if you dance or sing and then show you some of his dance moves. He is a ray of sunshine so he probably makes a few jokes that makes you feel more comfortable. I also feel like he would be the one to comment on your beauty.

Namjoon: Simple handshake, maybe even a side hug if you’re lucky. I view him as super mature he would probably ask you semi personal questions but nothing too intrusive, it’s just small talk to get to know you better. You would have to get to know him more to get more of a “reaction” out of him.

Yoongi: Another quiet one, but this time I feel like he would wait until you introduced yourself or until Jungkook introduced him to you. I think he would smile warmly at you and say something along the lines of nice to meet you or maybe he would tease Jungkook about how much he talks about you to get the spotlight off of him.

Jin: I feel like he would introduce himself as world wide handsome and then probably talk about himself or something that catches his interest. Maybe ask you who your bias is, and why it’s not him. Then go about his day, but not in a rude way.

A/N:

This was my first reaction ever so I hope you enjoyed it<3

[viisator]

Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Psychological thriller. Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

Not Proofread

(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

• • • • •

Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again.

_______

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

_____

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

_____

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

[lightprkdraws]

I don't really care for genderbends of characters, unless they're really hot. And fem!Komaeda is... she's amazing

[artalfons]

love the cat siblings in dawntrail. i got this stupid idea becous it is just litrely them.

[hobisstar]

possessive!jk headcancon

The way she moved was like water.

The way he smiled when he saw her figure walk into the dance practice room.

He loved her. She didn’t understand it though.

The way she shook her beautiful ass on to him for this TikTok dance. Gripping her waist pulling her even closer.

He knows he’ll have to redo the dance, but he will keep this one in his drafts. Absolutely.

“You want everyone to know how much of a whore you are for me?” Whispering in her ear as he eyed his phone.

Their TikTok replaying and replaying. JK watched it back each time. “ I should post this and let everyone know I’m taken. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Letting the whole world know I have such a beautiful cock hungry slut as mine,” he kissed her neck up to her chin.

“ I would love that, Jung.” Yn mumbled feeling on him even more. “ Too bad you are mine and nobody needs to see what’s mine”

This was just a little short headcanon I wrote for fun lol

[leavemeslowly]

II. In another life

pairing: susie glass x edward horniman

warnings: light descriptions of smut, unresolved emotional tension

word count: 574

In another life, Eddie would have been stronger. In another life, they would meet under different circumstances.

In another life, Eddie would have been stronger. In another life, they would meet under different circumstances.

Maybe in a top-floor bar where he would be dragged by Freddie. She is there, well, because it is just one of those places she goes to. Eddie knows about his good looks, so walking up to her with a cheesy line isn't difficult. He mentions his career in the military, and suddenly, she is all ears. A glint in her eyes is an intoxicating addition to her stoic mannerisms. Their conversation would stretch well after the closing of the bar and even after the bartenders start to clean. Somehow, no one tells them to leave. He feels her intense gaze on him when they finally decide to go. It cannot be delayed any longer, so he asks her if she wants to come to his place, and she simply nods. They kiss briefly. A sweet promise of things to come.

He takes her to a small apartment he stays in during his rare visits to London. There are no inhibitions now. His body starved for human touch after months of service pressed to hers. Eddie towers over her, but she calls the shots. She pushes him to sit on the sofa while she unpeels her clothing just for him. Her elegant movements are burned into his memory when she uncovers a layer of expensive black lace.

They change places. She is on the sofa now, and he is kneeling in front of her, helpless to her silent wishes. Her light-blue eyes plead with him to move his hands where she needs them. He can't deny her anything, given his own state. Eddie gets lost in her body, her thighs squeezed around his head and her moans echoing through his flat straight to his heart.

Eddie never suspected that he could desire a person for all the mysteries she hides. He takes those easiest to discover if they only have this night.

He knows he enchanted her, too, when later, she possessively tugs on his clothing, wanting it off. Eddie complies, losing all sensible thoughts when her gaze runs slowly down his body. It stops briefly on his scars, but she does not comment, just nods in silence, almost to herself. He wants to ask what she is thinking but doesn't know how to frame the subject. Did she lose someone? Is she disgusted? Maybe it turns her on?

They fall on the floor. His anger and suppressed emotions of the last months burst, and he takes her almost violently. Her creamy skin blushes pink from the exertion, and her eyes focus on him while he stares down at her with an open mouth. Eddie doesn't understand what is happening between them. He knows his heart is weak, and it always has been. That is why he chose the military because he could unlearn his incompleteness there.

She is unravelling for him, moans his name, and Eddie kisses her for it despite having difficulty taking one proper breath. Their bodies are so close together that his sweat is mixing with hers, and he feels he is going insane. Eddie's movements stop sharply, and he shuts his eyes, feeling her small hands squeezing his back reassuredly.

In another life, she would stay in his arms till the morning. In another life, they would not meet under strictly professional circumstances. In another life...

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: Nononono—

Rubius: By the way, congratulations, you've been live for a whopping 26 minutes. Applause. 👏

[leopardom]

pov: you’re invited to the jo household but don’t know what to wear because two of its inhabitants are dressed like that at the same time