#which is that i became obsessed with f thinking i had fallen in love with him and whatnot

[merrygomp3]

just had a free therapy session in my dream with an old middle school classmate (not even a friend) about a friendship that went from 0 to 100 to -100000 last last year. it was so intense and felt so real that it woke me up earlier than expected

[cranesofibycus]

Caleb might be bi but Liam will never do a m/m relationship it’s always the woman he’s ~really~ in love with. Keyleth, astrid, jester it’s a pattern

As much as I think this is bait, I’m gonna try to engage with this ask as thoughtfully as possible. I’ve seen this complaint a lot; that Liam has a pattern in how he plays his characters, especially when it comes to who he ‘romances’, which is the first aspect of this that I want to talk about. 

Liam is one person at that table. He makes decisions for his characters, but he and the others have also openly talked about the fact that romance decisions are discussed off-air by the parties in question. Liam talked to Marisha and Matt before pursuing Vaxleth at the table, for example. What I’m trying to say is: Whichever m/m relationship does or does not happen is not Liam O’Brien’s decision alone. There are always other parties involved and it is always okay if anyone at that table is uncomfortable with a certain (romance) rp decision. So ‘Liam will never do m/m’ is a difficult statement to take seriously, since Liam can’t do m/m on his own. He will always need a scene partner. 

The second thing I want to mention is this obsession with endgame. 

You, anon, didn’t mention it explicitly in your ask, but I’m assuming that’s what you mean by ‘~really~ in love with’. You are concerned about where Liam’s characters’ feelings end up. A few things:

The idea that relationships don’t matter if they break apart before the end (or before ever really starting) is very confusing to me. None of the relationships or crushes that define me to this day are still on-going. I have fallen in and out of love many, many times and I was impacted and moved by all of them. I have said it before and I will say it again: Endgame is not where the story lives - and relationships aren’t frozen at the moment of the story’s ending either.  

We don’t know where Caleb is going to end up yet. We have seen glimpses of his attraction to women, to men and to nb people. We know that he currently has feelings for Jester. He sure seems to still have feelings for Astrid and he might still have feelings for Eadwulf. We are still nowhere close to the end of campaign 2, so I think it’s fairly bold of you to assume that Caleb will be ~really~ in love with any of the female characters in the end. 

The other part that I’m concerned about here is the implication that Vax’s feelings for Gilmore weren’t real. Liam has talked at length about the importance of Gilmore to Vax and to Liam himself. His relationship with Shaun had a huge impact on who Vax became and how he developed - to say that he was only ever ~really~ in love with Keyleth sounds... dismissive at best....

At worst, though, it sounds extremely biphobic, which is the last point I want to talk about. The term biphobia gets thrown around a lot when it comes to Vax and his relationships, and I don’t mean to contribute to the liberal use of that term, but... BUT the worth of bisexual people is not measured by how many people of different genders they have been involved with. Their worth is not impacted by who they ‘end up’ with or who they ~really~ love in the end. And by insinuating that it’s inherently bad that m/m love is not given the same attention and time by a bisexual character (or player) as m/f love you are saying that bisexual people are only measured by how queer they are and only by the amount of ‘queer’ activity they participate in. And that - my friend - is biphobia. 

I, like you, would love to see more m/m relationships explored in Critical Role. But no one who does table top roleplaying is obligated to explore anything they aren’t interested in or comfortable with, especially when it comes to romance (”But why aren’t they comfortable with it! This is homophobia!” - have you ever improvised romance outside of your own personal preference in front of a million strangers who will judge your every move and report back on how well you did in real time on Twitter? No? Then please sit down.) 

This is a long reply to an ask that was sent on a whim and to bait me, but I’ve been thinking about this sort of attack on Liam for a while and I just needed to articulate my feelings on it before letting it go. 

[asexualone]

(pls take the time to read)

Signs I should have known I was aro: Disney edition

I think this topic has been stressed a lot already. But here is my take, anyway.

Of course, romantic love had been, is and will always be one of the main themes in kids' movies. Why, I can never fully understand. I'll explain below how I like other themes more.

Some time ago, I did a post on the kiss/hug scenes in Rapunzel which depicts how much more I value acts of showing love that don't include kissing.

Not only those two. I have a history of hating Disney on-screen smooches. As a kid, I thought, "Well, maybe, I don't like seeing these characters kiss because it's a grownup thing."

Could you blame me? When my parents were in the room and a kissing scene appeared on the screen, they changed the channel. So my toddler brain concluded that the reason I didn't like watching kisses was because I wasn't of age to like it. Or something.

At the time, I had no idea that I was hand-picking my favorite movies by the level of romance they had in. Or lack thereof. And I was a very judgemental kid. Let's go through my original thoughts on some Disney classics.

Snow White — No. Just no. She's a child, fourteen. Marrying an older guy she doesn't even know. After he kisses her corpse. NO.

Cinderella — The age difference is a little better, I guess. So is the age of consent. But they only talked one (1) night and he relied on that slipper to find her instead of asking to meet all women and see for himself. Fairytale logic I guess. I didn't like how she called it love immediately and kissed the prince at least once that same night. Or how they got married immediately.

The Sleeping Beauty — Must I even explain? Aurora didn't even know Philip that much, had only met him once (if you exclude the "dreams"). And yet, he's her true love, the only one who can revive her corpse. Ridiculous. And yes, kissing a comatose body, ew. Also, the arranged marriage trope pisses me off, royalty or not. Aurora was engaged as a newborn baby, come on.

Mulan — Cinematic gold. I didn't know it back then, but the fact that romantic love is such a pushed-aside aspect in this movie gives me life. The songs give me life. Especially when the trio dresses as concubines and "Be a Man" plays in the background. An absolute gem, lmao. The sequel however ruined the story somewhat for me, too much lovey-dovey stuff. I like Mulan more when she's fighting than when she's acting all sappy towards Shang, sorry not sorry.

Peter Pan — Loved it, still do. But I did dislike the mermaids, the image of fangirls who are petty towards other girls. And Pan's brief "relationship" with Tiger Lily was nauseating to me. I couldn't explain it but when Pan blushed at her nose-nuzzling thing, I always pulled a face.

The Princess and the Frog — In my opinion, (remember, always my opinion): Tiana, this hard-working girl who doesn't belong to anyone, was lost to love. Well, not lost. But falling for Naveen in the course of three days? Unrealistic and kinda unnecessary. Sweet, but still. I adored the "relationship" between Ray and Evangeline more. Either way, it's a movie that I enjoyed when love wasn't that prominent on screen.

Aladdin — I love this movie because of the Genie. The relationship between Jasmine and Aladdin is meh. She forgot his face and didn't recognize him until later. Their coming together is a lot like that trope "first guy who treats her right sets the expectations and wins her heart". Usually that's a thing, not only in Disney movies but media in general. The female lead settles for the first guy that treats her right because the bar is that low. A good movie, all in all. Love how Jasmine stands up for herself at least. Not a lot of princesses fight against the objectification of women.

Pocahontas — I used to hate this movie. I didn't sit right with me: the racism in it, the manipulation, the murders. And the romance, yes. Pocahontas fell for the strange man who tickled her curiosity in the span of two days. I also hated how her father just sold her to marry Kocoum like that. I know it's tradition. Heck, that's a tradition that still goes on in my country. Maybe that's why I didn't like seeing it on screen. And Pocahontas doesn't even end up with John Smith. The second movie definitely ruined the story. So yes, she's the first princess who fell for a man in three days, TWICE. Needless to say, only the songs kept me from blacklisting the movie entirely.

The Little Mermaid — I actually loved this movie for some reason. I can't explain why, maybe it was my obsession with mermaids. Yeah, that was probably it. But I was pissed when Ariel exchanged her tail for legs. Not to mention human periods and overall, all the bad in the world, for a man she'd only seen once. As I grew up I realized just how f*cked up that story was: Ariel giving her entire lifestyle, family and identity up for a guy she hadn't even spoken to. I don't know why I loved that movie, alright? Hell I still do a little. The sequel too. Say what you want.

Brave — (I know this is technically Pixar, shut up) Much like the paradox with Ariel, I didn't like this movie. I can't explain it. Maybe because Merida wasn't the typical Disney princess I had been used to seeing. Now though, I ADORE that story. No, it's not because Merida knows archery... Okay, yes maybe a little. I love the aro-arrow word play, alright? Anyway, the way Merida fights against being shipped to a husband like the "tradition" I aforementioned asks her to, has always had my heart, even when I didn't like the movie. The focus on the mother-daughter relationship is special, I love it. Stellar movie.

Tangled — One of my favorite Disney movies, my favorite princess. But her relationship with Eugene.... Well. Again, three days. That's all it takes to fall in love. Classic of Disney. Not only that, but Eugene is literally the first man person Raps has ever since, besides Gothel. The bar is nonexistent for her, she would have fallen for anyone. He lied to her and she still... Well, I won't stress that any longer. Their relationship in the end is sweet, one of the few cases where we are actually shown that they would risk their lives to save each other. Respect that. Mostly, I love her magical hair and Pascal. And the guys of Snuggly Duckling.

Moana — EPIC MOVIE. The story, the culture, the character growth, the plot twist, everything! Loved it at first sight, at second and forever. Even more when I became aware that there's no romance in it. I don't think I need to say more.

Frozen — My opinions on this movie have always been changing, accompanied by mixed feelings. So the relationship between sisters was cute, but Lilo and Stitch made that more realistic. Anna's relationship with Hans, ugh. I think that for a long time I used the fact that he was the antagonist to justify my absolute hate for the way Anna "fell" for him in one evening. Again, Anna sweetheart. This is the first man you've met. The bar is nonexistent for you too. God bless Elsa for forbidding her to marry Hans. And while it's cute to think Elsa as a lesbian, she has aromantic vibes. Sorry not sorry, but she's also a God by the end of Frozen 2. Gods are beyond attraction, I said what I said.

Raya and the Last Dragon — Loved it, still do. Say what you will about "dragon Elsa". Sisu is her own character, and I adore her. And yes, I love the lack of romance in the movie. Make no mistake, I shipped Raya and Namaari from the first moment they smiled at each other. I swear on my name that I paused the movie and screamed, GAYYYY, at the top of my lungs. Luckily, I was home alone. If only Disney directors would do the right fcking thing and give me a queer main couple!! I swear I wouldn't mind the lovey-dovey romance one bit.

Of course, I've left dozens of movies out. This post is already way longer than I wanted it to be. But I think that was enough to make a point.

While I'm not romance-repulsed, seeing animated kisses (and unnecessary relationships) on screen makes me uncomfortable. As a child and as a grownup. It just doesn't sit right with me. Not to mention all these princesses who identify with their princes and specifically their relationships with said princes when they're perfect on their. Wreck it Ralph 2 made them a favor, I think, by making them work together and showing their strengths. Another movie I love.

Friendship just makes an overall better theme to apply to kids shows, my opinion. Family, work, self-discovery, mental health, happiness. These are all better themes to portray in media dedicated for children. Which is, again, my opinion.

And yes, Disney has been getting better. They've fixed the age difference and the age of consent. The female characters no longer depend on the male ones, at least not as often. They understand the assignment, alright. There are still many questionable things about Disney's reputation though, things we all choose to overlook for the sake of the good movies. But who knows? They might change. Hopefully soon we'll also have an obviously queer couple in a movie. Hope dies last.

[persephoneyss]

Bad Movie.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x f! Reader. Ft. Jungkook.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, angst, gore a little.

Summary: ❝Looking for the person you love, beautiful woman.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, harassment / stalking, humiliation, forced marriage, non-sexual intercourse, abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use naming, minor past master / pet relationships, secondary character abduction, ugly hallucinating hoseok , beatings, blood, photos depicting abuse, mistreatment and death, bribery, sexism and humiliation (directly aimed at female prostitutes), hoseok mistreats and humiliates jk, awkward marriage proposals, use namjoon as a secondary character because it hurts more:(, etc.

Number of words: 6000+

︙Author's Note: This is my longest fic so far, I think. It took a lot for me to do it, especially since I didn't have a clear idea about the whole plot that would take and the role that each character would develop. So if you see Jungkook in a kind of strange character, blame my mind for including him almost last. Also, I hate Hoseok in this fic. Namjoon angel and fallen soldier, by the way let me know if they cried with his death, it hurt me to write it. Thank you very much for the 200 notes in my previous fic, I'm crying.

Read the Warnings well and enjoy!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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Confidence, a beautiful and treacherous feeling at times.

Feeling superior is a constant whisper of the ego within you, calling to be released and make others feel as what they really are, despicable and useless trash. It was fun laughing at losers when you haven't had that sense of defeat yet.

Hoseok fervently watched his rivals fall at his feet, laughing at his incompetence and stomping even more pathetic defeated form even though they were already dead in tears of pain. He smiled, he always did when he felt invincible and He bit his lip gently to hold back an excited laugh.

No one could be compared to him, and in his high sense of power he could never be alert when he struck him with a blast of vengeance.

It was you.

His eyes stared at you in horror and anger, his ego inside him hated you from the first moment. Because while despicable, he loved you for much more than his pride and winning sense.

He fell at your feet but he never made you notice it, behaving as he normally would around you even though he was always behind you.

Luck was her greatest ally, he always smiled at her and she helped him. It was fun to play with your opponents pretending to be the victim, the cornered mouse and then smash everyone with a snap of your fingers.

His mother looked at him with love and his father with pride, he was the only and favorite son of the Jung family. His success was never derived from love, much less, it was blasphemy in his family to say something so false and impossible.

Hoseok admired his family when they met in the great message of his parents' house, his grandparents smiled and his relatives brought out their most exquisite stories to entertain. They were all crows pretending to show interest in a prestigious place in the will of the family's monarch, his grandfather.

It was at one of those dinners that he got to meet you, he used to get bored of hearing his cousins ​​tell their anecdotes with prostitute women who mostly called, whores of a night. Mocking their shocked faces when they refused to pay them and threw them out of their big luxurious houses.

He rolled his eyes when a family friend, little Jungkook who was known to his father because of his prestige in his last name, chimed in trying to get into the conversation with a shy smile.

Lucky bastard, he thought bitterly. He didn't like the little idiot sticking his hands in boiling water, he wasn't even supposed to be there.

He hummed a goodbye as he walked out the front doors, walking aimlessly to his bored eyes. His feet stopped abruptly with a strangled sigh when he first saw you, you looked tired as you apparently searched for a key inside your bag. Could visualize the logo on your shirt from the grocery store where he assumed you were employed, He stood looking for what seemed like an eternity at you before you find the keys and rush through the back door. He snorted before lazily continuing on his way, however the next day he ended up following in your footsteps again and with even more confidence.

It took a few weeks for him to be able to enter the small commerce store and be able to look you face to face for the first time, it was expected that you would serve him with a smile asking if he was offered something. But he did not see you anywhere, he looked for you before another equally young woman approached him kindly, he sighed making a face of disgust surprising the she worker, his expensive shoes got dirty on the floors of the humble place with shame. His little investigation and search took him through many corridors of the establishment, he observed the shelves and each person who seemed to be wearing the uniform of the store thinking of finding you distracted with your work, maybe he thought of approaching you and asking for directions which he clearly didn't need. Knowing that  she you couldn't refuse because that was your job. In a way, you were there to serve him.

He let out a bored sigh, tired of playing hide and seek, he turned around ready to leave that place that disgusted him so much in a certain way, but once again he stopped in an instant. It was a moan. He clenched his fists, walking hurriedly to the place where the noise came from, he was sure it was your voice and that made him even more angry thinking that he would find you in a compromising position with someone.

He did not think that his lover would be such a stupid and dirty person.

You were crouched on the floor, grimacing with pain and exhaustion. You seemed very annoyed trying to lift a box with your arms, the scene was tender and certainly pathetic, she smiled noticing that you were so distracted that you were never aware of how I was watching you with carnal desire and painfully bad adoration.

"I-can I help you." He was surprised at his little babble, justifying himself later. Nobody ever managed to make him nervous, his father used to despise weak people and certainly he always sought his approval by doing things that were not correct. "They seem heavy."

Your face pale before the scare, turning into a face of shame quickly, you shook your head with a gentle movement, smiling still pained. "I'm fine sir. Can I help you? Maybe he got lost, let me guide-..."

"Actually, I do need help but not with your services." I speak in disagreement, you seemed confused but she nodded at his request. The customer is always right, right? How convenient. "I need you to allow me to help you with that heavy box, not to be rude or calling you weak miss, but you can't seem to handle it."

Lie, under his politically correct excuse was a dialogue about how insufficient you are even with things as easy and common as carrying a box, obviously you needed his help and Hoseok could give you that and more, much more. You just had to say it, it was so simple and fun.

"I -... I can do it, but i will accept your help sir ..." He smiled making an emphasis for he to give him his name, he let out a small laugh finishing his sentence.

“Hoseok, you can call me Hoseok, darling..." He mock imitating his position, your name left your lips like a melody and he immediately felt the sweet taste of it slide down his tongue. Beautifully perfect, indeed. "Now that we can finish the introductions please allow me."

Her expensive outfit crumpled as she bent down to lift the box with ease, you were once again oblivious to her incoherent and certainly crazy fantasies, it was like a romance comedy movie in her eyes. The charming fellow always stays with the girl. And likewise, no one could go against the fictional plot.

He was immersed in the beautiful narrative that you would be hers at the end of the credits.

It was not the last time she saw you, she returned to her same routine of continuing to stalk you with obvious impudence. The only thing that really changed was her new setting and her character, he was hiding between the shelves waiting for the right moment to appear in front of you with a charming smile. Over and over, he was locked in an infinite loop.

He was starting to get tired of just having you in his arms and sheets just in his heavy and lustful dreams.

"A date? How funny Hoseok."

His face twisted in annoyance, but he put on a fake smile again when you looked at him again. "Hobi." He corrected in a high-pitched voice, insisting that you call him that. "And she spoke very seriously my dear, everything is ready."

"Eh ... I -..." A simple wave of her hands was enough to shut you up, you frown in confusion and secretly disgusted.

"On Saturday, I'll send you the address of the restaurant. Goodbye, dear!"

You watch it for a few seconds but he's already gone, you resign yourself to continuing with your work of ordering the products on the shelves. Thinking and trying to remember when you gave him your number. A very characteristic noise distracts you, a call makes you smile with love and adoration.

The plot is taking an interesting turn.

Hoseok was charming by nature, his economic position made him even more desirable to the opposite gender and even his own. It was not strange to see people flirting with him or being suggestive with his proposals, he was on a pedestal and he enjoyed it. His subconscious whispered a little bored. I couldn't deny that he became boring in a way, but you appeared in the story as an extra who soon became a main character. You changed the script of his life already established and narrated.

You were so funny.

He smiled in front of the mirror when he thought of you, since he met you that day he started chatting with you secretly from your supervisor. You had told him several anecdotes to make him laugh, you were also naturally charming pulling out various expressions of adoration that you did not even notice. Oblivious to that, you'd better get ready for the climax of the movie.

The wind was strong in the streets of Seoul, your hair was noticeably messy causing you to let out a tired sigh. You should be planning your wedding banquet right now, but you honestly didn't want to leave Hoseok alone at the dinner he had organized. You put the invitation in your bag, thinking of giving it to her when the time was right with a smile. He seemed like a good person and undoubtedly a good friend in the future.

"You're on time, I was just about to order our food. Honey." The last word slid down his tongue with malice and arrogance, Hoseok inwardly chuckling at your disengaged expression.

"Thanks, but don't stop you can order for both." You say arranging your chair correctly.

The restaurant looked relatively empty, there were only three other people including a couple who ate dinner while chatting enthusiastically.

You smile unconsciously, thinking about what would also make you feel the same way.

"I was looking forward to this dinner, my dear. I also hoped I could tell you how much you have captivated me for a long time, specifically since the first day I saw you." And the others too, he thought shifting your posture.

"Thank you, I'm very flattered to cause that feeling ... in, good in you." You whisper clearly uncomfortable forcing yourself to stay calm. You were sure that you had never given a hint or anything else in Hoseok to establish romantic feelings. "But I-... "

"I know, darling. That is why I have to offer you the opportunity to be my girlfriend and my future wife."

Wife?

For a moment, you feel a rush through your body. You refuse to make a scene in front of all the few people present out of respect, you calm down by counting to ten slowly in your head, but it becomes very difficult for you as you continue to observe his comfortable smile and how he behaves. He seemed very sure of the affirmative respect you would give him, you snort angrily at the thought.

"I am sorry to have been misunderstood Mr. Hoseok, but I am not seeking a relationship with you and very sorry I reject any relationship beyond friendship." Your body lifts up, making Hoseok laugh well in advance of your final sentences. "I am engaged and my future husband is waiting for me, good afternoon."

Trembling, you leave the invitation in silence, leaving the luxurious premises in the same way. The waiters watching you with surprise, being an audience of rejection and humiliation on your part. Hoseok sighs, sipping his wine glass patiently pretending not to hear what the couple behind him are saying.

What a bad luck.

Life wanted to want to return all his damn vanity to him, making fun of him with your almost imminent rejection, obviously he knew that you were engaged and that you loved the poor man who had the bad luck to be his competition, but love is not always the important thing in a relationship or at least not of both parties. The voices of the waiters and the couple distract him from his plans for his next step, he clenches his fists angrily dropping the silverware on the plate calling the attention of everyone in the place.

"Filthy vulgar and talkative people, she will be my wife even if her words have been heard by her prying ears." He raised his voice, causing everyone to shut up. "It's just part of the script."

Maybe if the character who wanted to be the main loses the role of him, he should be the villain. The bad guy in the movie.

He read the invitation with meticulous delicacy, laughing at the little message you put aside. He thought about attending for a second, wondering if it would be nice to walk in to go straight to the altar and shoot your husband willing to take his place by your side. But that would be risky.

"Where are we going, sir?" He asked his driver with a smile.

"Take me to the best brothel in Seoul." He whispered delicately, smiling just as happily as before your rejection. I'd make you pay double the bill for your indulgence.

And likewise, the world is a truly small place. Jungkook nodded clearly uncomfortable obeying someone other than Mr. Jung. Hoseok cornered him like a helpless rabbit in the claws of a cunning fox, flashing his jaw in warning. He felt confused about his little assigned task, watching the direction pointing the right way to his chauffeur who only followed orders.

A small feeling of remorse ran through him, making him want to vomit when he remembered how Hoseok's face was so close to his with arrogance, as his hands roamed his arms gently. He was disgusting how he used his power to such a useless and demanding gain, sometimes without any realism.

"Little Jungkook, you have a very lovely name. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, you were so insignificant that you seemed pathetic to me." He whispered making her wince. "My father told me that you are good at obeying, I would like to test his theory." His cold hands were constantly running down his arms, making a shiver run through his body. "Still remembering well, I already did it before."

Jungkook was weak under his cloak of power, where he could so easily hide it. Lose it. "Yes, h-hyung." An inappropriate moan came from his lips causing him to cover her mouth in shame, a little touch near his crotch was enough to tempt him. Hoseok smirked, narrowing his eyes before walking away slowly wiping his fingers on his expensive clothes in disgust.

"I want you to befriend someone, don't ask, just do it. I'll tell you your next step when you're done." He ordered bored.

"We are here, young Jeon." Notice Jimin with a smile, Jungkook sighed wearily thanking him before getting out of the car ready to fulfill his mission.

I observe him for a few seconds standing in the entrance without doing anything, he was cleaning the windows of the building with force. He seemed like a nice person, certainly a bit humble. He approached making the man bow respectfully, even though he was older. Money can buy everything, they say.

"I am young Jeon, a new investor. May I have a chat with you?"

The man was surprised, no one who was someone by name and a few numbers along with several zeros would be able to notice his presence and at least greet him. A coffee sounded more intimate and undoubtedly inconvenient for him, but again out of respect he accepted the offer with a smile adorning his features.

"My name is Jungkook informally, but I like you and you can call me that." He spoke kindly.

"Namjoon, Mr. Je -... I'm sorry, Jungkook." He corrected sheepishly, making her smile.

He still didn't understand that he planned to do Hoseok with a building cleaner, but he didn't feel in a position worth asking. Furthermore, he would still not receive an honest answer.

He passed by the same place every day, pretending to enter the building only so he could meet Mr. Kim and talk about unimportant subjects. He gained his trust almost immediately, promising that he would give her a better job soon at his own company. He felt like an idiot taking advantage of the man in front of him in such a way for a simple whim from Hoseok.

He was an idiot, but he didn't want to go back to what he was before. A pet.

"I'm very happy, I think she will make a good wife." He responded with encouragement, seeing how Namjoon nodded looking for a picture of his fiancée to show him. He seemed excited, Jungkook understood his happiness after he explained that he saved for a long time to achieve his dream of getting married in a church. They were both in it together, in looking for a future.

He got lost in his thoughts, maybe if he lied to Hoseok about gaining trust from him, saying that Namjoon was a very cold and quiet man, he could make him forget about it. He sighed squeezing the coffee cup in his hands, Namjoon caught his attention by showing a photo of you smiling at the camera with a background of the bridge and the sun behind making a beautiful background.

Jungkook became alert, having seen that face before.

Hoseok had you as the wallpaper on his phone, he knew it was you because of your characteristic features and the scarf you wore in both photos. You were the new fad of a rich fool.

"T-is ... She's so cute, you're very lucky."

Namjoon nodded with a smile, apologizing before returning to his work upon being called by his supervisor. Jungkook put aside his cup feeling the bitter taste of his thoughts, Hoseok was planning something, he knew he was a son of a bitch who liked to keep his plans under lock and key and in a deep grave. He walked away calling for Jimin quickly, before being accosted by Namjoon who came running over, seemingly forgetting something of the utmost importance.

"I apologized Mr. Jeon, but I wanted to give you this personally. It is an invitation, in addition to the proposal to be the best man at our wedding. My fiancee said that it would be appropriate for me to choose someone and I decided that you were perfect, you can decline if you prefer. . " He spoke kindly, as always. Namjoon seemed to have no hatred in his heart, making his own feel heavy on his chest.

Could he bear the blame?

"It's my pleasure to accept her proposal, thank you for considering me. Good afternoon, namjoon-hyung."

He said goodbye by getting into the car as fast as he could, making Jimin look at him with derision. Obviously noticing his nervousness, Jungkook sighed hiding the invitation as much as he could before reading Hoseok's message ordering him to go to his house to sort out his affairs.

It seemed like a joke as he always looked so flawless, ready to humiliate him again.

"Jungkookie, I'm glad to see you again. Now, we'd better come in for our talk." He smiled making anger grow inside him, Hoseok sat on one of his expensive furniture before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Well, I heard from a little bird that you accomplished your task. Good pet."

"Don't call me that, hyung." He grunted in annoyance, making him laugh. "I can't go through with this, I did what you wanted. Leave Namjoon-hyung alone."

"Oh, they're close now really cute. But you forget that I can't fulfill your wish, because "Namjoon-hyung " is an essential piece in my little game." I speak mocking him as always. "Then we will move on to the next step ..." He thinking for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "Invite him to a bachelor party night at the brothel in the center, I already made the reservation. When they are there, leave him alone. A whore will take care of him properly, and maybe you can go make him a oral another yourself." He sneered evilly, reminding her of his past, Jungkook bit his tongue resisting the urge to respond properly. "Since you're clearly good at it, little pet."

"Yes, hyung."

Hoseok nodded saying for him to leave asap, tired of seeing his stupid face. He got up ready to do so, but his arm was taken tightly before bringing his face closer to hers, Hoseok let out a sigh, doing he could smell his breath of mint and wine combined. His hand lowered him into his pockets dangerously close to his crotch, he bit his lower lip to resist a moan escaping him, this had happened before and he begged it to stop forever. From his pocket, she pulled the invitation out, making her gasp in horror.

"Godfather of wedding, new facet of you... kookie." Rolling he eyes pushing him away from him, he fell to the ground before being met by a blow to his cheek. "What a shitty pet, you idiot."

Two days was enough for you to tremble at the thought. Your dress was proud to be seen, it was the most comfortable dress you could find at a fair price. Namjoon tried to enter but he was stopped by your friend who said that he will wait until you keep the dress out of his sight avoiding bad luck. A smile wavered on your face, everything was perfect up to a point.

Namjoon looked at you, a blush covering his cheeks before asking his obvious question. You didn't expect him to want a bachelor party, but you couldn't refuse because you simply trusted him.

Maybe it was your mistake.

You wished him luck, feeling an inexplicable emptiness. Your friends didn't offer to make one for you, they just sat on the couch in their living room talking about movies and arguing about what color the cake would be. It was the calm before the storm.

Jungkook felt a giant headache, the lights of the place were making him dizzy. Jimin had insisted on going with him to such an 'unusual' place to keep him safe. Namjoon had brought a couple of friends who seemed to be always close to him preventing the woman who did the job Hoseok had him do from becoming difficult.

He smiled, thinking that he would have no choice but to let it go. But Hoseok was not a good loser, and neither was he a good winner.

Hoseok:

He distracts his friends, and be careful what you say, kookie.

Received at 11:30 p.m.

He bit his lip, glancing around the bar, thinking he'd find him sitting somewhere spying on everything but nothing looked suspicious. He sighed, sending Jimin out for drinks with one of Namjoon's friends who he gladly accepted. He got up having pushed one away, the other who introduced himself as Jackson seemed more reluctant to leave his friend alone but with a few excuses about feeling bad managed to get him out of sight.

Believed that he would find Namjoon sitting right where he was before but no, he was gone. He felt a burning feeling of guilt, maybe if you didn't find out, nothing would happen.

"You're still the same as before, boss." Jimin sat down next to him, making him uncomfortable.

"Same as before? I am no longer a child."

"But you continue to obey as one. The manipulation they use on you is your greatest weakness, you are afraid, you obey without hesitation thinking about how this will indirectly affect you. But you never do anything to avoid it, you feel bad about this but you still sit here without doing nothing."

"What can I do, Jimin? I don't know if he really left by his will, or if they forced him. I don't want to enter a room in this dirty place and see him sleeping with another woman, because he wanted to and is a fucking infidel . "

Jimin ignored his words, falling silent after several seconds.

Feeling unhappy is a horrible feeling without a doubt. The curious eyes looked at you as if they themselves could judge your story.

Namjoon disappeared as quickly as the wind, many sharp tongues said that he eloped with a lover so as not to marry you. Others believed it was a kidnapping, maybe a robbery gone wrong and he was taken away or he was killed somewhere far away. A sob escaped you just thinking about it, the detective in front of you watched you cautiously.

"We don't know anything about him yet, but we will continue with the investigations."

You nod, without saying a word. Jungkook came in minutes later with a handkerchief in hand, he observed you before gently hugging you. You had the pleasure of meeting him after Namjoon disappeared that night, he introduced himself as a close friend from work and quickly offered to help you with the search.

Maybe he felt guilt.

"Thanks, Jungkook." You smile wiping the tears that escape from your eyes.

"They are looking for the best they can, they even alerted the Japanese embassies in case they might take him there."

"Japan?" Puzzled questions. "Why would someone take him so far? He's just a man with little money, that's ridiculous."

"We don't know, but I promise I won't rest until I find it."

Hoseok sighs bored, witnessing the moment. He had been bribing the bloody police force to hide the information from you about the discovery of your fiancé's corpse floating in the middle of the waters of the river where they used to go together. The only thing that was removed intact from his clothes was a small photo of you smiling, sitting on the banks of the same river.

The police mourned the death, but his faces left grief when they saw the money in his hands. He made fun of Jungkook as usual, who passed by him ignoring him when he went to his house to talk to his father, he knew that the useless little one was very meddlesome in the search for your future husband and ex-fiance. He rolled her eyes remembering how she used to look at him with discontent in meetings, suspicious of him.

He was a good detective, he couldn't deny the obvious.

"You didn't have to do this, a I'm sorry was enough." You say admiring all the bouquets of flowers that came to your house from him. "And I'm sorry for your loss."

He wasn't sorry.

"My dear, losing a loved one is something without a name. I can give you more than this if you promise to smile again, I love your smiles."

Jungkook snorts approaching you from behind, Hoseok to growl at noticing him so close and see how he puts his hand on your shoulder, apparently like support.

"Hyung, he didn't think it's a good time for ... That."

"But little kook, when is not a good time to express how you feel about your loved one?"

"When that person you say you love is crying over the loss of someone special because of evil people who don't know what remorse is. Do you understand that, hyung?"

"No, not really." He laughs cynically making you lose your patience, your little body comes between the two men, with one already furious and the other inadvertently giving up, you make a face of annoyance before speaking.

"Sirs!" You yell at him immediately, Jungkook steps back adjusting his tie. A mania that he had and that you noticed when he presented himself in front of you with regret, he did it when he was uncomfortable or nervous. "This is not the time to argue, I think you'd better leave my house if you're just wasting your time. Thanks for the flowers Hoseok, and Jungkook ... I, I want to continue the investigation on my own."

"That?!"

"What you heard, don't feel responsible for Namj's disappearance -..." You tremble correcting your words, making Hoseok scoff. "My husband, he was just at the wrong time in the wrong place. Thanks for your help, I'll see how to pay you very soon." Jungkook denies trying to insist but fails when you are already closing the door and giving him an apologetic smile.

Your breath feels heavy, you sigh falling to the ground sobbing again. You wanted to find Namjoon, but a large part of you was afraid of how. Dead, with another woman, with serious injuries or simply ... Alive but with trauma for life. You did not want to see him suffer, it was your judgment in life to see the person you love cry in his pain.

You observe yourself, telling yourself that you would be fine when you find it.

Your email seems to explode with thousands of messages received from people claiming to have seen a man like Namjoon near their homes. You ignore them knowing that most of them were false, the first few days you read all of them giving the police false clues that they quickly denied and dismissed.

You dry your tears, closing all the windows and cooking a simple instant soup, eating in absolute silence. It was overwhelming feeling alone at home, where you were supposed to feel safe indoors.

The rain, thunder, and evil outside seemed to be invisible within that place.

A chill runs through you, the control of the television seemed tempting to calm that neat silence and avoid your boredom. You give up turning on the TV, you see the first channel, you keep changing looking for the unknown, you didn't know what you wanted to see. Maybe a newscast saying they found a tall man with dark brown hair and charming eyes unconscious, with a couple of blows to the face and a few scratches but okay, safe, alive and waiting to see your face waiting for him with a warm smile.

Swearing never ever to let go.

A couple of tears slide down your cheek, ruining your fast food. A few knocks on the door manage to scare you, causing you to bite your lip in anger.

"Who is?!" Questions in a shout.

Nothing.

"It better be good ..." You say in muttered, you open the door expecting to see a child running to his house laughing at his childish joke.

But no, there is no one at the door. Just a small envelope that easily slipped underneath, you take it hoping it's a letter from the police announcing good news. Maybe a simple identification of suspicious faces, or footprints at the club.

"I hate being the bad guy, it makes me feel good.

He's dead, I did it for you. For me. For us. I want to make you happy but it's so difficult when I don't know what you want, tell me what you want.

Love you. Love you. Love you.

My heart is so weak in your cold eyes, I feel that you look at me with ignorance of my feelings. Do you want to find it? Do you want to do it?! Okay. Good luck with it. "

It was everything, plus a picture of a golden ring with a large diamond shining brightly. You wrinkle the letter in anger, tossing it into the first bin you found nearby. It seems that in the end, someone did want to joke with you.

Your days remained the same, you went out to work and in the afternoons you called each of the investigators to ask for new news, it was almost always a solid wall, there was nothing really important to report and little by little, they gave up.

Jungkook knocked on the door, he heard some footsteps approaching making him have a little hope. But when the door opened he saw you with a worried face, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest when he tried to get closer but you avoid him by leaving in a hurry. You were dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse, you were elegantly ready for something.

"Where are you going?" He ask stopping your hurried pace, taking your arm tightly.

"Yo, listen... He... Or her, I don't know who it is but ... You know, he or her know where, he's alive I know. I just don't have time, please."

Your mouth moves wiht fear, you were hiding something but not from him. You were willing to tell him but not now. Not at that time.

"Let me accompany you, I can take you and I will feel better if you are safe."

You nod, letting go of his grip and running down the stairs, outside there is a very elegant car, apparently waiting. The driver smiles at you as if he had known you before, you make an uncomfortable face trying to continue on your way but Jungkook introduces him saying that he works for him.

"Jimin, he's Jimin. He's a good person and a great friend, I've told him about you before."

"I see, sorry." You speak with a bow before climbing to the back, Jimin just smiles kindly, as always.

"Where are we going today?" He asks animatedly, Jungkook takes your hand for support making Jimin remove the smile from him. Your nervous state and your afflicted face are enough for him to understand the situation.

You give him an address, Jimin searches the map being unknown to the place. Your eyes sparkle when the lights of Seoul are reflected in them, Jungkook holds your hand tightly in fear of letting you go again. He felt sick when you stopped calling him, cutting connections with him totally to this day. He spend sleepless nights looking for more clues, the only thing I had until that moment was the identity of the woman, she was a prostitute without anything special, when he spoke with her he seemed indifferent saying that he did not know Namjoon and that the last time he saw him It was when he drugged him and left him in a room as ordered.

The whore made fun of him saying that he would give him this information if he did not tell the police anything, he obviously accepted. Now he repented, the woman disappeared after that and days later she was found in a garbage container. It seemed to be a suicide, the container was from her building, the window of her old apartment faced just where she was supposed to fall if she threw herself without thinking twice.

Right in the garbage.

The wheels of the car made a thud when it stopped, it was a cabin, the only one nearby. You came down quickly thanking Jimin who just made a flirty face. Your hands trembled with the cold, you look at the letter that tells you where and when you should be standing at the door.

"Wait for me here, if we don't go out or you hear noises, you know who to call."

"Yes sir!" Jimin obeys with a laugh at the boss's serious tone of him.

"Y-you should go, I can do this alone." Your voice rises in the echo of the silent place, Jungkook rolls his eyes before offering his arm to you, making his decision clear.

You laugh calming your nerves, the door opens just as you both step close to it. A man stops them, saying that only you can enter the next room. You stop Jungkook who was to protest, you calm him down by leaving your ring in his hands with a smile.

Your body disappears when another man closes the door silently, Jungkook sighs looking annoyed at the guards who ignore him.

A message coming to his phone distracts him for a few seconds.

Jimin:

Should I call the police, Mr. Jung, or the hospital?

Received at 9:35 p.m.

Smile ready to answer before hearing the door open again, he approaching you to ask everything and at the same time nothing. Your pale face is enough to make want to hit the person who was inside with you. Questions remain in the air, your arms surround him while you sob for forgiveness.

From the shadows Hoseok smiles, admiring the document in his hand, your signature shiny as gold is glued to it. He thought it would be more difficult to convince you to accept his marriage proposal, but the precious and expensive ring fit you perfectly. He raised his hand proudly admiring his own, the wedding would be planned as soon as possible making him jump like a happy child.

You had accepted, with the promise that he would bring you back to Namjoon.

But it was never specified in the contract that he would be alive.

The wedding was in a meadow, outdoors with distinguished guests and a few friends and family of yours. Hoseok greeted everyone, by taking your hand tightly introducing you as his wife immediately. It's as if he wants to show everyone that you now belong to him, as if you were a prize.

And maybe if you gave him the key to her success.

"You better smile my dear, nobody wants to know what will happen if you don't." Her lips brushed your hand before placing a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, my beautiful protagonist."

You sob, tears falling from your face as you melt into his disgusting caresses. The man in front of you, your un-predestined husband. The one who stole the position of your true love, he was kissing you delicately.

"Don't cry, decorate the room just the way you wanted. The photos were a special touch ..." His teeth bit into the sensitive skin of your neck, an involuntary groan of pain escaping. "Love you."

Your eyes move desperately to find a photo where the beaten, abused or dead body of Namjoon cannot be seen. You scream when you find one where you see blood everywhere, you are resigned to look down at the ground where Hoseok was crouching kissing the inside of your thighs.

Your mind tried to process the idea that Namjoon had been killed, mutilated and thrown into a river that washed away his body along with happy memories. Farewell to him was prolonged as your body faded in pain.

Hoseok enjoyed the sight of your eyes tightly closed, his cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you like his wife.

The head of the bed moved crashing into the wall, and unconsciously your walls tightened around it causing it to release a curse aloft to the sky.

We got to the end of the movie, smiled as he dazzled the credits by seeing Jungkook's lost name. His little bitch who was his toy for many years, laughed remembering how she did wonders with her mouth.

He pretended not to know him when her father introduced him, taunting her hurt face.

He held you in his arms tightly, you had been struggling to free yourself from his grip as he continued to abuse you over-stimulating your pussy. Your eyes closed falling asleep from crying so much.

He caressed your face, kissing your dry, chapped lips.

The end.

[blu-joons]

DATING STRAY KIDS HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Seo Changbin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Surprisingly Changbin loves affection, he loves to receive cuddles from you or wrap you up in his arms. He might come off as strong, but your affection is very reassuring to him, and always makes sure that he feels loved.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you met at an event, and straight away his eyes were on you. He was desperate to approach you as soon as he saw you, noticing your smile first. All of the boys could tell he was watching you too, pushing for him to make the move and approach you before he regretted missing out on the opportunity to meet you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

All his confidence disappeared as he made the decision to approach you, no one had ever seen him as nervous as he was when he went over to talk to you. He tentatively smiled when you looked up at him, listening to him closely as he used the advice that the boys had given him to try and impress you. You loved how shy he got around you and the little blush he tried so hard to hide on his cheeks as you gave him your number to call you.

D ⇴ DATES

He loved to try and be inventive with your dates to give the two of you new places to explore. He loves anything physical where he can show off to you and try and impress you, he’ll never let you win at anything, especially bowling and the arcade. He’s not one for sitting down to a meal and being romantic, but if it’s something you like, he’ll do it anyway to impress you, even dressing himself up in a nice suit to really make you smile. Anything that you want to do, Changbin will always make the effort to do it with you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were the first proper relationship that Changbin had experienced, he’d flirted with a couple of girls, that was just his personality, but he never wanted anything serious. When he met you, Changbin knew that he’d fallen in love for the first time, he was always so busy with work, but with you, he’d make the time too. The best thing of all was that you were always so understanding, when he needed you, you were there, but when he needed to be away to focus on work, you were always happy to wait until you could see him again.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

At times he can be quite stubborn if things don’t go his way, but he’ll never blow anything up into a full argument. You learnt pretty quickly how to deal with his stubbornness, and even if he thinks he’s right, you’ll know he’s not. Time is a good thing for the two of you, after he calms himself down, he’s a bit happier to talk things out and take on your opinion. But you’re both good at keeping yourselves calm and not raising your voices too much when you have a disagreement, preferring to keep things relaxed and not too stressful, there’s nothing Changbin hates more than potentially shouting at you.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You knew how proud his parents were of his career, so you certainly felt the pressure to impress them and let them know he was still focusing on work. Luckily, Changbin had talked to them about you constantly, so already they had a good first impression that was only established when they met you and got to know you properly.

H ⇴ HOME

Changbin often felt torn when it came to his home, he loved being at the dorm with the boys, but he was also quite keen to find a place with you and settle down. You hated how he tormented himself about it, and you also knew that the dorm was the place for him as the band continued to grow, which in turn, meant the dorm often became your home too.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were actually the first to say those three words after Changbin got whiny during a rare loss on date night at the bowling alley. Everything you tried didn’t work to make him smile, but you knew one thing would get him to smile, and that was it. Of course, as he registered what you’d said, he was quick to say it back to you and give you the tightest of hugs.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’s very protective of things that are his and so he hates when people get too close to you. He trusts very few people around you as he always likes to keep you safe and make sure that he’s around you to keep an eye on. He likes to be the one to make you smile and happy, and if anyone else does that, he can’t help but feel a little bit nervy. When he feels like he needs to step in, he’s not afraid to pop up beside you and interject and make sure that your attention comes straight back to him to take you out of a situation.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you decided quite early on talks for the future were quite far away just yet, but that didn’t stop Changbin knowing that he wanted to have kids with you. There was a lot he wanted to achieve first, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but runaway a little bit with his mind when he thought about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and all of the things that he wanted to do with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Changbin is well known for his cheery nature which is why you love to hear his laugh so much. The strong cackle he lets go of always puts a smile on your face watching as he messes around and tries to impress you. Similarly, hearing your laughter is very important to him too, it always reassures him when he knows that you’re happy and that he’s doing his job as a boyfriend to make you smile. Together when the two of you are laughing everybody knows that they’ve got no chance of talking to you both until you stop.

M ⇴ MISSING

He never minded too much about being away from home, until he met you. He never imagined that he’d miss just one person from his life so much, but he did with you. When he’s away from you, whether it’s a day, a week, or a year, he’ll try to be in contact with you as much as possible. Time zones often provide a challenge, so if needed, Changbin will always make sure he is the one that stays up late or gets up really early to be able to call you making sure that you don’t mess up your schedule. He’d try hard to convince you that he wasn’t having a hard time, but you could always tell by the expression on his face that he was missing you.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You were his little ‘bub,’ he loved to cuddle you and adore you. Similarly, you loved to call him ‘bub’ too when pinching his cheeks or just cooing over how sweet and soft he actually is.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Changbin’s obsessed with your body, especially when you dance around unaware that he’s watching you, he loves watching you let loose and just enjoy yourself.

P ⇴ PDA

He’s not a huge fan of soft affection in public, but that won’t ever stop him holding onto your hand or placing his hand somewhere against your body to keep you close. If there are few people around then he may engage in a bit more affection, or if he’s feeling jealous or insecure, he’ll hold onto you a little tighter to send more of a message.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

His questions normally look for your opinion as no one’s opinion matters more to him then yours. Whether it be a dance, or a song, or prep for filming, he’ll always come to you and make sure that you’re impressed with what he’s done.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he was on the stage, Changbin would always place his hand in his pocket with two of his fingers out and pressed against his trousers. Whilst everyone else just thought that was how Changbin stood, what it actually was, was a sign for Changbin to let you know you were on his mind. As soon as you spotted him doing it at any event you knew that he was thinking of you, which always put a smile on your face.

S ⇴ SEX

This is by far when Changbin is at his softest, he loves to pay attention your body and shower you with love. Intimate moments are when his hard exterior really drops and he turns into the softest boy. He’s not always one to be dominate, but he does like to be in control and make sure that he’s the one taking care of you and not the other way round. If he’s had a bad day or he’s feeling low, that’s when he’ll look to your touch and attention to make him feel better again.

T ⇴ TEXTS

As already mentioned, whenever he has time away from you, Changbin relies on texts to keep in contact with you. He’s always texting you whenever he has a moment just to check on you and make sure that you’re doing alright.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

If there was one person who could deal with such a big personality, it was you. At times he often struggled to understand how you managed to deal with him, but you did, without a single complaint or a groan.

V ⇴ VACATION

Whenever he had a few days off Changbin liked to go and explore with you, he hated doing things alone, but now he had someone with him he loved nothing more than to travel a bit. It didn’t matter where you were, Korea or beyond, he always loved to take you somewhere and also get some time away from the dorm.

W ⇴ WHINING

He’s a well-known whiner, so whenever you don’t give him attention he will whine and whine until you pay attention to him and give him the love that he wants.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Changbin loves to kiss you in private, he’s very affectionate with you. He loves to trail kisses across your body and make you smile, whenever you weren’t paying attention to him, he’d use kisses as a way of getting you to look at him. He loves being able to shower you in affection when you’re in the comfort of your own space and always make sure that you know how loved and appreciated you are by him.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his everything, the only person he wanted forever to be with.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Just like when he’s awake, when he’s asleep, Changbin loves to have you around and be able to hold you. He can never sleep well without having you around him to look after him and give him the comfort he needs to rest.

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Masterlist

[animeyanderelover]

Howdy! You probably wondering why I keep bothering you. Never the less. Thank you for all of your work, they are really good and i can't get enough. Like a mortal stealing the nectar of the gods. I ask for more and more. I don't have a prompt for you but I really like the 'from another world' posts. So I was wondering if this begger could ask for that with the ladies of the Phantom Troupe? Again thank you for everything.

You’re welcome in here. Since you always asked so far for a female s/o I went with that in here as well.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, manipulation

Reader from modern world gets transported into their world

Looking good, aren’t we😏?

💘🪡🧠It should come to no one’s surprise that you felt the most comfortable around the ladies of the Phantom Troupe after one day suddenly getting caught up in some of their business. If it wouldn’t have been for your phone in which you had millions of pictures saved about them all you would have for sure gotten a one way ticket to hell. You didn’t lie, it was confirmed after Pakunoda read your mind, her eyes widening slightly in surprise when seeing that you spoke the truth.

💘🪡🧠Chrollo was fascinated from this. How was your world? Was it any different from theirs? What were humans like? There was a long questioning session. And after he had squeezed every information he wanted to know out of you? He decided you would stay with them. Some of the members were against this. You were danger, knew too much about their abilities. If someone would find you and the informations you had then this could mean serious trouble. But it was their boss who told them this, supported by Paku who thought that since you were from another world they should let you live. You would probably get transported back on your own.

💘🪡🧠You were put under the ladies care since you were a woman yourself and didn’t feel very comfortable around the men from the troupe. Whilst Machi looked more annoyed by this, Shizuku and Pakunoda were more nice to you. It was after all their boss’s command that they should take care of you. Pakunoda also could understand that it must have been a bit much to suddenly stumble in this world during one of their bloody businesses. No wonder you were still shaken up. In your world Nen and all the abilities coming with it weren’t even existing. So being near it’s malicious presence must have been torture for you.

💘🪡🧠Life with them wasn’t all that bad like you might have had expected to be. Because despite the fact that they were criminals they were, when not needing to kill someone, really nice and friendly. They had a lot of free time and Paku decided to use this time to show you a bit more of this world. There were some similarities between your and their world. But there were also huge differences. So the time they weren’t required for the troupe was used to introduce you to specific places, animals, technique and much more.

💘🪡🧠Not to mention that they were all super nice to be with. Shizuku was a cute one, always asking you questions about your world only to forget them later on and asking you them again. The same counted for when you were asking her something. She sometimes forgot what she was talking about whilst being in the middle of it and needed to begin from the start. You found it somewhat adorable. Not only that, but Shizuku spent a lot of time with you, you being pretty much the only person besides the troupe Shizuku had ever spent so much time with. Machi was at the beginning a little challenge and you just thought of her as a bit rude. She didn’t talk much and if she did, she always sounded annoyed. But the longer time you spent with her, the more you started to pick up the signs that she somewhat had started to like you and just showed it in her own way. Whenever you got yourself hurt she was quick to sew it, despite spiting harsh words out. Whenever she noticed that you looked at something confused because you didn’t know what it was she explained it to you and was open for every question you had. Pakunoda was the one who was, besides Shizuku, the one who showed the most care. She was like a mother, having patience with you and your questions like with a toddler. She was the most empathetic and whenever you missed your home or were overwhelmed with being transported into their world she was the perfect woman to comfort you.

💘🪡🧠Shizuku was the first one who became obsessed. The borderlines of her feelings just began to blur and without even realizing it herself she became infatuated with you. Suddenly she started remembering the things you told her like your birthday, favorite color and much more. And that’s what helped her realizing her feelings. If she could remember that stuff about you, that must mean that you’re important to her, right? And since she spended so much time with you and you had never seen to be annoyed by this she started thinking that you must like her too.

💘🪡🧠Machi was, to her own surprise, the next one who feel in love. No lie, at first she didn’t want to take care of you, feeling annoyed that she needed to babysit a grown up. But the thing with Machi is that if you force her to spend time with someone and this someone isn’t a complete idiot in her eyes, after proving it to her, that her annoyance will turn into something that comes similar to a liking. And this liking of hers turned overtime into something more twisted. She was aware of that and tried at first to avoid this by being more mean to you. But she didn’t success due to Shizuku and Pakunoda having a word with her about her behavior towards you. So it was somewhat their fault that she became obsessed.

💘🪡🧠Pakunoda was the last one to fall for you. She had always been like a mother for you since day number one and wanted to make sure that you were always safe and not upset about not being with our family. She saw herself as responsible for you and that was what kept her from starting to love you in a more romantic way in the first place. But she was aware of the other two having become somewhat crazy over you. With her abilities it was a piece of cake to find that out. And she was a bit surprised by this. With Shizuku it was easier to understand. But her hugest surprise came because Machi loved you. That made her on the one hand keeping a closer eye on them around you. On the other hand she also started spending even more time into observing you because she was curious about what had made them become like this. And this turned out to be a mistake. She knew the thoughts of the two of them, giving her a new perspective on you, ways of seeing you she hadn’t seen you before. It was a slow fall which she watched with growing worry, but she never was able to see you in the complete way before like she had used too. Macht’s and Shizuku’s thoughts never left her mind.

💘🪡🧠Pakunoda knew already of Machi’s and Shizuku’s feelings thanks to her abilities. Machi was he second one to notice. Shizuku would have probably never noticed if Pakunoda hadn’t thought that they needed to discuss this new situation. She didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by finding out that all three were in love with you and was also a bit worried that this would lead to problems later on. Do she saw the need to talk to the three to come up with a solution. Shizuku was confused and surprised at finding this out, being the only one who hadn’t known and she forgot it at first quite a few times, not wanting to accept the fact that the other two had the same feelings for you like she had.

💘🪡🧠They weren’t angry or necessarily violent, but at the beginning they weren’t happy either. Not only had they all fallen for you, but they also knew that this could mean troubles. If someone would find out what value you held to all three of them they would not only bring you, but also the troupe in trouble. Not to mention that this might affect their use for the troupe. But letting you go wasn’t an option either. There was a long discussion over how to handle this issue and in the end following agreement was made. Since all of them were loyal to Chrollo they didn’t want to start affecting their teamwork because all of them were in love with the same person. So the only option was sharing you. What other choice did they have?

💘🪡🧠Pakunoda and Machi were honest to tell Chrollo and the troupe about this. Some gave them a quirked eyebrow when hearing this whilst Chrollo found it to some degree amusing. Who would have thought that a world traveler would have such an effect on his members? He allowed it, most likely he was curious about how this would turn out. But he also said clearly that if this should affect their work for him negatively he wouldn’t hesitate to do something against it.

💘🪡🧠This is like the perfect mix out of everything. You have Shizuku, who’s a sweetheart and very affectionate, but sometimes a bit too suffocating with her presence. Then you have Machi, who respects private space and goes more with quality time, but is sometimes a bit too distant and cold with you. And we have Paku who watches over all of you and makes sure that Shizuku gives you space when needed and watches over Machi to make sure that she isn’t too harsh with her choice of words. Paku herself is always there to listen for you and give you comfort and advices if needed.

💘🪡🧠Due to their loyalty to Chrollo and the troupe I don’t think that they would ever think about leaving their world and live in yours. But they also have a lot of free time so I can see those three as the types to, if they find a way to travel forth and back between the two worlds, make it somewhat out as a small vacation to travel from time to time to your world and take their time to relax with you. It would be in a sense somewhat delightful for them to know that your world isn’t all that dangerous like theirs and that they aren’t criminals in your world. They might even let you see your family again, but only after coming up with a good excuse to why you were that long gone and why you’ll be long gone for the rest of your life. They would kind of switch living between your and their world. When they have to do business they’ll travel with you back to their world and when they don’t have anything else to do they will go back to your world to just enjoy life. Who knows, if Chrollo finds out he would most likely want to see your world too. So there’s a chance that they’ll bring the one or another time the whole troupe over. But only after guaranteeing that no one will do something that might lead to your world finding out about them or their world.

[lawslessons]

Hi there may I request C for the soulmate Alphabet between Sabo and the reader, please? Thank you very much! Stay awesome!

Yes you may, my dear! I hope you enjoy this! I had a blast writing this and I think I may have gotten a little carried away. Oops!

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Stars have their matching pairs, why can’t they? Distraught by his own overthinking, Sabo ventures out into the night and discovers a sight, a person, a being that captivates him. A life devoid of color, they seemed to be the only bright spot for him, but would that brightness fizzle out?

“Is the world supposed to be like this?” Sabo asked as he looked out at the sky while his closest friend, Koala laid next to him on the ground. Koala glanced over at him and sighed, she knew what he was going on about again, this seemed to be something that was really common among them as of late. The older they got, the more concerned Sabo became with soulmates and the possibility of finding his own.

“Colorless? I don’t know, how do you know that it doesn’t really have any color? I can’t imagine what colors look like… it must be wonderful,” Koala sighed as he looked over at her best friend and pouted at him some more. “You’re too obsessed with this! You’re only twenty two, you don’t need to be that obsessed with this already,” Koala stated as she went to sit up and moved to lead the way back inside of hideout. “We have plenty of time, how many times have I had to tell you this?” she asked. 

“I mean, it’s because I am twenty two, what if I never find my person?” Sabo asked with a deep frown on his face, he disregarded what Koala said and it frustrated her. Koala offered him a sympathetic look but didn’t know what else to say, so for now she remained silent and went inside with him. The entire night Sabo was restless and unsure about his situation, he wasn’t able to sleep and soon gave up on that. Instead of pacing around his room like he did most nights, he deviated from his routine and left the hideout to be out in the night air. He wasn’t wearing his hat or any of his formal attire, he looked relaxed and at peace. He left the hideout and ventured a little further out until he was standing next to a tall rock. Strange, it felt out of place but he didn’t question it and instead felt himself drawn to it. He climbed up the rock and went to look at the sky some more. The stars mocked him, twinkling and dancing on their eternal ballroom. Sabo envied them, he wanted someone to have that same feeling with one day, was he just really unlucky? As he let out a sigh, he heard another one right behind him.

“It feels lonely out here,” A voice whispered in the night air. Sabo tensed and felt for his pipe, but he realized too late that he didn’t have that to defend himself. While he had his devil fruit abilities, he wanted to avoid using them for now since he wasn’t as experienced with it just yet. “The wind is cold no matter what season it is… everyone seems to have someone to be with except me,” they softly said as they continued to stare up at the vast expanse of stars. Sabo didn’t look behind him, he didn’t want to aggravate anyone and for sure didn’t want to get in a fight now. Besides, the more the other person talked, the more he began to sympathize with them.

“I hate the stars,” Sabo suddenly said, “Do you always feel like they — “

“Come in pairs? I do, I know they do,” They softly said as they reached their hand up and tried to touch one of the stars, it was impossible. “I wish I could dance again,” They whispered. Sabo frowned and tightened his grip on his pants, what did they mean by dancing?

“Dance?” He decided to ask.

“The stars dance together, that’s what my mother told me. When the stars for older, they would be able to go out and dance with the other stars until they found their matching star, the one that made their flame burn bright, made them see the rest of the universe,” they shared. “When I asked her what she meant, she would just smile and say these strange things. Purple, pink, red, yellow… I don’t know what that means,” They said as they pulled their hand back down and hugged themselves. Sabo felt something tense inside of his chest, he found it rather ironic that the thing he compared the stars with seemed to be the thing the other person imagined. The sun began to rise, and Sabo heard his new companion’s voice hitch. “I need to go,” they suddenly said.

“Wait, why?” Sabo asked, and just as he turned around, he found that they were gone. All that he saw that was left was a trail of glittering, fine white dust which slowly dissipated into the air. He watched the dust leave in amazement, as the moment the sun rose, the dust seemed to vanish as well. Even more perplexed, Sabo ventured back inside and got ready for the day and continued with his training. When it was the afternoon, he went to spend some time with Koala and talk to her about what he saw, or well heard the night before.

“What?” Koala said in disbelief as she sipped her tea, she didn’t seem to be enjoying the beverage, but drinking it now seemed only appropriate.

“That person disappeared into dust, you know I wouldn’t lie to you about this,” Sabo pointed out.

“I know that, that’s why I’m confused because I don’t know what any of this means,” Koala frowned. “Oh! Maybe you need to see that person again! Do you think they’ll show up again tonight?” She asked.

“Tonight? I’m not sure, but I suppose there’s no harm in looking,” Sabo sighed. With that, the day rolled into night and soon Sabo was rolling out of bed to see if he could find out more clues about his mysterious new friend. He haphazardly fixed his hair and grabbed his pipe this time before he ran out of the base. He went to the same rock and sat down where he was the night before. He softly panted and tried to catch his breath as he looked around the expanse of the grounds and waited for the stranger to appear.

“Hello,” He heard whispered in his ear, he gasped and quickly tensed and tried to look back, but when he did, no one was there. “You’re making my nights less lonely,” they confessed, Sabo turned around again but he wasn’t able to figure out who was talking to him and it was slowly frustrating him.

“Who are you?” He decided to ask, but he was met with silence.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” They said after a minute. Sabo didn’t look behind him this time, instead he just sighed and shook his head and tried to understand why he wouldn’t believe them. Maybe they were hiding themselves for a reason, Sabo just had to trust them. “Stars are the most beautiful creatures in the world, they are often seen as being vain and narcissistic but that’s far from the truth. Most stars are sad,” They shared. That peaked Sabo’s interest, why did this person know so much about stars?

“Why are they sad?”

“They’re alone for most of their lives, you either have to wait millions of years to settle with a star you may be unhappy with, or some take a risk,” They shared. When Sabo turned around again, he managed to catch a glimpse of something captivating. Tears flowed like mini stars and onto the rock. He could only see their back but he was instantly captivated. “Some take the risk and try to find their star on earth and become a fallen star, they’re never able to come back home. It’s a risk most don’t take but…” Sabo watched as a hand moved to wipe away the tears and he could feel them smiling without even seeing them. “What seems worse? Settling for someone you don’t truly love or not being able to go back home because of love?” They asked him.

“I don’t have a home to return to,” Sabo shared as he looked down at the rock. Where the tears landed, small imprints of stars engraved the material. “But settling for someone I don’t really love seems even worse. Especially when I won’t ever be able to see the colors because of that,” Sabo shared. They looked down at their shoulder, they seemed tempted to look back at Sabo but refrained for now.

“Colors? What’re those?” They asked. Sabo’s eyes widened and a small smile came onto his face. Without realizing it, he began to go into depth about what he heard about colors and what they were all supposed to mean. Sabo was animated and excited as he shared his theories on what colors were and they listened, equally as fascinated as he was. When was sun was rising again, they tensed and looked over at the large star.

“It’s time for me to go,” They quickly said.

“Will I see you again tonight?” Sabo asked.

They softly smiled and looked at the emerging sun, “Always…”

A new pattern began to form as the weeks passed. Sabo would sleep for a few hours before he would venture out to the rock to talk about colors and the stars with his new friend. They began to grow closer and soon they were all Sabo was able to think about. Their soft laugh, their warm presence, the fantastical dust they left behind when they had to leave when the sun rose.

“Why do you leave every morning?” Sabo decided to ask again after a few weeks. They sighed and looked up at the night sky, they seemed hesitant to begin talking. Sabo was about to take back what he said but, he was surprised to hear them talking instead. 

“The sun doesn’t like me,” They mumbled. “I made a deal with the sun to be here, and until I finish what I am set out to do, I can’t be in the sun,” They softly shared. That only confused Sabo, the male frowned and tried to wrap his head around what they were saying before it just clicked.

“You’re a star?” He asked, he wanted to be wrong, he wanted to think that all of their knowledge on stars was just myth and that none of this was real, the gravitational pull he felt towards them couldn’t be real, right? This didn’t mean they had to be a star, right? None of this made sense to the poor man and soon he began to feel overwhelmed by all this strange information. 

“I am,” they finally admitted. “A fallen star,” They shared, that had Sabo’s full attention. “My deal with the sun was dark and frankly, unforgiving. Until I fall in love and find my soulmate, I won’t be able to have my face seen and I can’t be in the sun. And if I can’t find him, then I’ll be forced to burn out and be eaten by the sun,” They said as they moved to hug their knees close to their chest. Sabo was confused and unsure about how to process this information. He was shocked and devastated at the same time, how could something be so cruel to someone as innocent as them?

“So you came here from the stars to find love? You can never go back?” Sabo asked them.

“Yes,” They said as they looked up again, Sabo watched as they began to cry again and something painfully tightened in his chest as he watched.

“Did you find that love?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, the tears seemed to flow more freely and within a second, they looked back over at Sabo for the first time. Sabo’s bright eyes were met by eyes that rivaled the stars. They were glimmering and sad, radiant and shining, words were failing Sabo as he took in the pitiful sight. But as he stared, his vision started to morph into beautiful purples and blues. Their eyes reflected every color and he wad captivated by who he was looking at. The features of their face became more prominent and he found himself reaching out to feel if what he was seeing was real. They were so bright and beautiful that it terrified him, was this person really meant for him? Was this what color was supposed to feel like? Look like?

“You… You’re the one for me, aren’t you?” This seemed too good to be true, Sabo was hesitant and pulled back. He was more overwhelmed, all these colors, this intense feeling in his chest, all he could compare it to was death. 

“My star…” They breathed out as they looked up into Sabo’s dazed eyes and found themself being pulled in closer. Sabo looked down at them and decided to take a chance for himself now. Maybe this chance encounter was for a reason, maybe fear was actually good for them. 

“Your star…” Sabo breathed out before he leaned in softly kissed them. Their heartbeats both started to slow down until they moved in unison. They both closed their eyes in the slow, gentle kiss and savored the ethereal moment. When Sabo pulled away, they were both dazed and smiling at one another. Their hearts started to dance with one another and they both were lost in each other’s eyes as the sun slowly began to rise. They both felt as if they were dancing with one another on the ballroom in the sky, their hands were intermingled and the sight in front of the two of them seemed celestial. They looked over at the sun, and away from Sabo after a moment and warmly smiled, they felt like the sun was giving them its blessing and for the first time, they were able to feel the warmth of the morning on their hands. Maybe the sun wasn’t so cruel, they thought.

Red, orange and yellow, the hint of pink in the sunrise and on their cheeks was something he would remember forever. 

And maybe the stars weren’t so mocking, maybe they were compassionate enough to bless him with his own star to cherish.

Purples, blues and indigo, the fading colors drifted under the horizon to sleep for another night. And in their sleepy gaze, Sabo found himself falling even harder for them. 

“My star…” They both said with love struck smiles on their faces, they instantly knew that this connection was raw and real, it wasn’t lonely anymore. They could finally dance together in the colors of the sky.

[mydisasteracademia]

SFW Alphabets: Himiko Toga

Ah, this cutie! I love Toga to bits. :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

You already know Toga is super affectionate to those she likes a lot. When she sets her sights on you, she won’t hesitate to be touchy-feely - and maybe a bit stabby - so be careful.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She puts on a very happy-go-lucky, cutesy childish persona a lot. You hardly ever see her not smiling... unless someone’s happened to piss her off. She loves hanging around you and while she might try to sample your blood, if you can distract her she likes normal girl stuff too. You likely met in public. She saw you, thought you were the cutest thing, and tried to stab you. Somehow you fought her off, piquing her interest, and from then on she started following you. Somehow you became friends?

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves snuggling up to you with her nose at your neck. Be careful if she tries to bite, unless you’re into that. She can get very clingy when she’s sleepy, so if you’re chilling on the couch and she grabs onto you like a koala and won’t let go, just enjoy it for as long as she’s sleepily doting on you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She learnt to cook and clean in school, so she’s fairly good at it. She always daydreams about her perfect man or woman... but it’s likely not what you first think of. Her idea is a bit more... murdery.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Do you honestly think she’d ever end things if she really liked you? If she did eventually get bored of you, she’d just stop following you around and all but disappear from your life with little explanation. She figures she doesn’t have time to waste on people who bore her when she could be spending it on other more productive things (like stalking Deku, I mean what?).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She’s likely thought about it a lot when she was younger. Maybe marriage to her ideal person would let her finally be herself. But then that dream was shattered when she left home, and ever since, she doesn’t exactly give it a second glance. What’s the point of settling when there are so many people out there she could ‘become’?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She can be pretty hot and cold. Some days she could be rough with you, playfighting and trying to stab you, and on others she could be the epitome of a doting high school girlfriend, nuzzling up to you and loving on you. It depends on her mood.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs! Especially the types where she gets to stab the person afterwards. For you, though, she’s willing to put the knife down for a minute and just squeeze you tightly, her lips at your neck to give you a cute little peck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s unlikely that she’ll really say it, unless you consider her wanting to ‘become’ you as a declaration of love. I mean... she’s blushing and giving you heart-eyes while she’s trying to stab you in the neck. Pretty close, methinks.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She can get jealous pretty easily. She hates it when other people, especially people she detests, take your attention away for too long. She can get really pouty and clingy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are often bloody and rough, given that she likes to draw blood when she does so. She likes biting into your lip when you liplock, and if she’s kissing you anywhere else it’s either a soft little peck or she’s biting until she draws blood.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Please don’t leave her around children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You don’t exactly spend mornings together, but if she does spend the night she usually clings to you until you force her to get up. Even then she walks around in a sleepy haze, adorable and soft until she really wakes up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, you don’t spend nights together. On the rare occasion you do, she usually crashes in your room with you, wearing borrowed pajamas and giggling until you inevitably fall asleep together. She likes to sleep curled up to you, her ear over your chest.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

No way in hell she’s opening up about her past, but she’ll tell you whatever you want to know about what she likes and hates. She especially loves gushing about Stain. If you’re a fan, then excellent! If not... well...

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She can be fairly patient, but when something sets her off, she’s set off hard. Especially when you insult Stain.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remembers everything she sees and hears, even when you aren’t speaking to her.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For her, it was probably the moment she first fought you. She noticed you walking home from school, she thought you were breathtaking, and she immediately went in to assess the situation. While your Quirk wasn’t exactly fighting material, you were able to pin her down with her arms behind her back. She’s been smitten ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s very, very protective. She would literally kill for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The two of you don’t do things often, but she does leave you little gifts here and there. She gives you a homemade cupcake for your birthday, which was cute.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Her Quirk’s effect on her body can be frustrating if you don’t have the patience. It’s honestly not her fault she’s obsessed with blood. She can be fairly stubborn and will not do things she doesn’t do. Will not do them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. She always wants to look cute and fashionable whenever she goes out in the morning.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly? Kinda. She’s fallen so hard for you that she finds it hard to imagine a life without you in it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She loves it when you help her with makeup! She’s a sucker for a good spa day and loves both giving and receiving makeovers. When Magne was alive, she used to be her main canvas. It’s a big way of helping her own identity crisis ease up a little.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She haaaaates it when people try to psychoanalyze and ‘cure’ her. Try any of that and you’ll just die. She hates judgmental people and those who hate Stain.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She goes to bed fairly regularly. She likes to get her beauty sleep and gets really irritable if she doesn’t follow a routine.

[obsessivedilettante]

20 in 10: A Drama Retrospective

Since I’ve been all quiet on the drama front this year because of life reasons, I thought it would be fun to go back and pick out 20 of the most memorable dramas of the last decade. Maybe not necessarily the best dramas or even my favorites (although some are!), but two dramas each year that were somehow notable moments in my drama-watching timeline.

2009: Gateway Drugs

Boys over Flowers (KBS)

This is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a good drama. It is not one I think I can ever really rewatch (although I will happily revisit the 2005 Japanese version, and I had a hellava fun time watching the latest Chinese version). But! It was the first kdrama I remember watching, and the first step on the slippery slope of eventually becoming a Drama Addict. I mostly remember it being crazy popular on places like mysoju (RIP), and so I checked it out due to curiosity, and the rest, as they say, is history. Or, should I say, almost paaaaradise!

You’re Beautiful (SBS)

This one I also watched because it became crazy-popular online, and curiosity got the better of me. I really didn’t know much about k-pop prior to dramas, so I had no idea until after this drama that k-pop was more about pretty people in crazy fashion, dancing in syncopation in bizarrely lit rooms, rather than playing instruments. Because it was thanks to this drama that I got my crash-course on k-pop as a phenomenon -- both the fandom side, and the crazy things that artists have to go through to claw their way into the public’s view (nevar 4get the glorious ramen dance). Since Angel was a group that played instruments, and Hongki and Yonghwa were also from groups that played instruments, I assumed that all kpop were groups that played instruments. Oh, sweet summer child...

But it did get me started on my k-pop journey, first falling in love with FT Island and CNBLUE, before falling into the rabbit hole of the other prominent groups of the day. (SNSD! The Wonder Girls! Super Junior! DBSK! SS501! Kara! 2PM! 2AM! Shinee! BEG! Epik High! U-KISS! All the debut groups, like 2NE1, MBLAQ, B2ST, 4Minute, f(x), T-ara, After School... basically 2009 was a magical year in k-pop.)

If I had just watched Boys Over Flowers, I don’t know that I would have become a Drama Addict. But You’re Beautiful pushed me closer to the edge, with the zany humor of the Hong Sisters (and the desire for a pig-bunny of my own!). It would really be Coffee Prince that would push me over the edge, but that aired in 2007 so it doesn’t count for this list. But I had to mention it anyway, because, well, it’s Coffee Prince and where my love for Handsome Oppa began.

2010: More Than Candy

The Woman Who Wants To Marry (MBC)

A lot of the dramas I watched at first had that typical “Candy” character, the poor-but-scrappy girl who would somehow be saved by the guy and become the Cinderella she never knew she wanted to be. So it was a delight when I encountered women who were not only older than high-school-age or early twenties, but in their thirties, with rich full lives! Plus, this was one of my earliest introductions to the concept of the “noona romance” (a concept that I’ve since heartily embraced, of course). I started it primarily because Kim Bum was my favorite of the Flower Boys, but I stuck with it because I fell in love with the women (and I still have a girl-crush on Bu-ki).

Harvest Villa (tvn)

This show is insane. But in the good way, the way that the writer intended, and not in the “are a bunch of monkeys typing this script?” train-wreck way. There was basically no buzz about this show, and I feel like I somehow accidentally stumbled over it, but it was love at first sight. I’ve never forgotten the late hours binging it, being so sucked into the story that I absolutely had to finish it as soon as I could, disappointed that there wasn’t more of it to enjoy when I finally finished, bleary-eyed and sleep-deprived, but satisfied.

I then later gobbled down this writer’s next drama, and her next drama, and the next, until everyone else finally realized thanks to Signal that Kim Eun-hee was as amazing a writer as I kept insisting to anyone who would listen (aka no one).

2011: To Binge or Not To Binge?

White Christmas (KBS)

I did not watch White Christmas in 2011. I actually watched it in 2013. I was always a steadfast binger, preferring to wait until the buzz about a show would sway me into spending my precious free-time watching something that would be worth my while (not that my drama choices were always good, but at least I tried to avoid the duds). I still prefer to binge, since waiting weeks for new episodes is vaguely frustrating when I want to know what happens next, right now! Plus, I’m very good at forgetting that I’m watching a show in the week-long wait for new episodes, and then just... never picking it back up again.

Despite watching White Christmas a couple years after it aired, it remains one of my favorites, and one I love to rewatch, even though I’ve already experienced  whodunnit cliff-hangers and psychological rollercoasters. It became a tradition of sorts here on tumblr for a bunch of us to rewatch it over the holiday season -- alas, I haven’t joined in that tradition for the past couple of years, but I hope that somewhere in this blue hell hole that there are a loyal few keeping the tradition alive.

At least we have this drama to thank for bringing us all the model-actors that were new and clueless in White Christmas, but would later go on to be leading men in their own right. Of course, some of them haven’t exactly made the best drama choices (*cough*SungJoon*cough*), but then there are others (*cough*SooHyuk*cough*) that I’m impatiently waiting for to pick up a new drama so I can see those post-army abs.

Tree With Deep Roots (SBS)

This is the first drama that I recall live-watching. I vaguely remember regretting it at the time, since it was agony waiting for new episodes, but it was also fun to have a week to speculate and ponder the show. And what a beautiful show to ponder! This was also one of the few sageuks I actually watched, being generally intimidated by anything longer than 16-20 episodes, and my historical knowledge was a little shaky (before embracing my inner nerd and diving into mundane historical stuff just so I could better understand whatever drama I was watching at the time).

I don’t think I intended to continue live-watching shows, preferring the ease of binging at my own pace and schedule. But that was when I was still a casual, innocent addict, and not someone who would eventually make dramas a huge part of her life.

2012: The Joy of Overthinking

Gaksital (KBS)

Having had a taste of live-watching, I started to live-watch enough dramas to the point where I began to make notes about the premiere weeks. It was only a couple at a time, and binging was still my preferred way to watch, but now I was delighting in being part of the fandom, sharing in speculation each week, posting my thoughts on dramas and analyzing them to my heart’s content -- even though I knew no one except me would read my ridiculous essays.

But I started to feel more comfortable sharing my opinion with the world, interacting with fandom and not merely content to be a consumer, but gradually becoming a producer as well.

Reply 1997 (tvN)

This is it. This is when I went full-on Drama Addict. This is the tipping point from casual fan who quietly kept to herself, to becoming someone who stood on the mountain top yelling about ALL THE DRAMAS ALL THE TIME. I began to interact with other fans! To swap theories and share squee-worthy moments! I even watched episodes RAW just because of how desperate I was to know what happened, and even though the Busan accent stumped me more than once, it made me realize that my casual study of Korean was something to take seriously since I understood more than I gave myself credit for.

It was also the first time any post I made got more than a handful of notes, since I’d mostly hovered in the “less than 10 notes per post” category at the time. I was so proud of myself back then!

(This drama also notably marks the start of my Hoya obsession, which continues to this day.)

2013: Tumblr Friends (and Foes)

Flower Boy Next Door (tvN)

Having made myself comfortable on tumblr as a Drama Addict, I then discovered some other dedicated fans -- many of which I still follow to this day and who are now just a permanent part of my dash, no matter what their current interests may be -- in the FBND squad.

But I also discovered Kim Seul-gi as the Webtoon Editor (who I still love and adore and continue to use as my avatar), and her adorable romance with Dong-hoon remains one of my forever OTPs. As much as I enjoyed the drama romances, I’d never fallen so deeply for one to be so obsessed by it as I was Webtoon Editor and Dong-hoon. And tbh I still am. They’re just so adorable and pragmatic and she buys him a bag. Ugh. I love her so much, you guys.

Heirs (SBS)

Ah, yes. This hot mess.

I don’t know what possessed me to live-blog each episode. But I did. With snarky commentary and terrible screencaps. And suddenly I went from maybe 200 followers to over a 1000. That was a total shock! I met a lot of people because of that (and made some friends, as well as a few enemies who didn’t appreciate my opinion of certain characters), and ensconced myself as part of the drama-blogging crew.

It was from this that someone suggested I apply to be a minion at Dramabeans. Back then, I had a lot more free time than I do now, and I was watching a lot of dramas that Dramabeans didn’t cover, and wished they did so I could read more opinions about those shows. So I thought, “Eh, why not? It can’t hurt to submit something because the worst that would happen is I’d waste their time making them read my take on episode 10 of Let’s Eat.”

I fully expected them to turn me down. No one was more surprised than I was when I found myself agreeing to dive into the world of recapping.

2014: It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

Trot Lovers (KBS)

Recapping. It seems so easy when you’re reading the recaps. But actually creating them is a bitch. Hours out of my life were spent on this disaster of a trope-laden show with no plot. This was the third show I worked on for Dramabeans, and I hated it to the point where I seriously considered handing in my notice. (Immediately following up this show with the mediocre My Secret Hotel certainly didn’t help matters!)

However, it turns out that what I actually hated was being forced to watch a terrible rom-com and pretend to come up with insightful-or-at-least-neutral thoughts about it (since we were still new and couldn’t go full-on snark yet).

Misaeng (tvN)

This is what saved me. Being given the chance to immerse myself in such a unique, ponderous, thoughtful show restored my faith in dramas and the drama community. I loved spending hours on this show, soaking up all the little details, and then sharing that love with the world.

Misaeng made dramas magical again.

2015: Fight Me

Valid Love (tvN)

Realizing that I only seemed to enjoy rom-coms at arm-length, I discovered that my tastes often ran counter to the general drama-viewing public. Not all the drama-viewing public -- I’m not a “not like other fans” kind of fan -- but enough that I began to realize the whether a drama was popular or had good buzz was not necessarily the primary reason to watch it.

I began to have more faith in my own taste, based on past experiences with various writers and directors. Even if the premise (or first couple of episodes) seemed kind of weird and out-there, I at least wanted to give these artists the benefit of the doubt that I would enjoy their work, like I had previously.

So many people seemed to hate Valid Love, but I adored it. Still do (and still desperately wish Kim Do-woo would come out with a new drama -- it has been too long, writer-nim!). There were a lot of opinions about this show, even among people who seemed to enjoy it, but I vividly recall having to repeatedly insist that it wasn’t about the romance and argue that  the knee-jerk infidelity-is-BAD opinions should make space for something more nuanced.

Ho-gu’s Love (tvN)

DramaFever was a pretty great site. It brought together so many drama fans and gave them a place where they could legally (and without fear of downloading random viruses) watch dramas to their heart’s content. Yes, there may have been some lingering resentment that they were the primary reason that so many amazing other sites were shut down (RIP mysoju and daebaeksubs), but dramas were more accessible than ever!

Eventually, DramaFever started to sub shows themselves and upload them weekly (instead of just using fansubs and uploading older dramas), and while they weren’t the best translations, they were at least better than machine translations from the Chinese subs. As I became more and more familiar with Korean, I found myself more likely to migrate to Viki since I liked the extra detailed translations. I could get the gist of a show without any help -- I wanted to instead delve into the nitty-gritty of the language.

But I never really hated DramaFever or felt they were particularly awful. Until they mistranslated something so terribly that it changed the entire meaning of a scene and ruined people’s perception of a drama, forcing me to continually defend the true translation.

That was the molehill I died on that day, and never again did I touch DramaFever. I feel bad that it eventually got unceremoniously shuttered. But I don’t think I’ll ever forgive them for the “condom” incident.

2016: Free Solo

Dear My Friends (tvN)

For two years I’d been happily working on one episode a week, sharing a show with someone else, until I was asked if I’d like to tackle a show by myself. I wasn’t sure how I could handle it, but I had the time in my schedule so I said, “Sure, why not?”

I was originally going to recap Another Oh Hae-young, but there was a last-minute switcheroo, and I’m so incredibly glad because this is perhaps my favorite recapping experience of all time, even more so than Misaeng. There was something so special about the luxury of having an entire show to myself, especially one with such a fantastic cast of characters and thoughtful themes. I didn’t have to try and figure out if I agreed with another person’s take -- it could all be my opinion.

Is that arrogant? Perhaps. But it was also therapeutic, as it reminded me once again how incredible and amazing dramas could be, and the privilege I had to share such an exquisite and thought-provoking drama with the rest of the world.

The Good Wife (tvN)

Surprisingly, this was what I had really wanted to recap that year, and the true reason I got Dear My Friends, since it aired just prior in the same time-slot as The Good Wife. I was desperate to have this show, willing to do anything to get it because I needed to see Jeon Do-yeon back on the small screen, to see Yoo Ji-tae smolder, to know how Korea would adapt such an ambitious show.

And I wasn’t disappointed! This is, perhaps, my favorite adaption of another work of art that I’ve seen in dramaland. It remained true to Korean sensibilities, but it also properly felt like The Good Wife. The cast was phenomenal. The costumes were exquisite. I wished I could spend more time in that world.

But I was also thankful, because without The Good Wife, I would have never have had Dear My Friends. 

2017: Serial-Killers Are Cool

Voice (OCN)

I can’t remember how I got assigned to this. Maybe it was a scheduling thing. I do know that I really, really wanted it, since it would be Handsome Oppa’s first drama appearance in three years.

But it started me down a road of recapping a lot of serious and serial-killer-centric shows. Except for the times when I’d beg for a break and tackle something lighter, I was generally assigned the darker mystery shows with meaty plots, since apparently I had a knack for condensing complicated shows into something that made sense. (Also literally darker, and I eventually learned to automatically brighten every screencap I posted. You’re welcome.)

Not only did I love working on something with Handsome Oppa, I also had fun recapping the start of what would eventually become OCN’s stock-in-trade -- creepy serial killers. At the time, Voice shattered OCN’s viewer ratings (which would then be shattered again and again as more people would tune in to OCN shows). But Voice really helped put OCN on the viewership map -- as well as catapult Handsome Oppa into the public eye and lead him to a path of getting to choose whatever script he wanted to work on.

(Okay, maybe I made that last bit up, but he did begin to garner a larger following and remind everyone that just because he was gone from dramaland for so long, he hadn’t lost his acting chops -- or charisma -- or cheekbones.)

Black (OCN)

Oh, this show. It was basically my whole life while it was airing (well, the non-day-job part of my life). Each episode was over an hour long and jam-packed full of details that were pertinent to the story, and I had to somehow condense that all into 3000 words or less (I was not always, ah, successful...). It felt like I was back in recapping bootcamp, but the dial had been turned up to 11.

I’m weirdly proud of what I produced (although you’ll never get me to reread my old work). It was one of the most challenging shows to work on, but in the good way, not the Trot Lovers way.

Until the ending, that is. Sigh. That ending will live in infamy. I still, to this day, will get a few comments on the finale from people who watched it on Netflix, went searching online for an explanation of the end, and then discovered that they were not alone in being confused by the utter wtf-ery of the last twenty minutes.

2018: Fighting For My Love

Misty (JTBC)

So, Dramabeans kind of disappeared for a few months. Well, the site was still live. There were a handful of recaps. But... it basically just... stopped. 

Those of us on the other side know about as you do as to why that happened. Minions are kept in the dark just as much as anybody, it seems. All we knew is that we weren’t being assigned anything and we seriously wondered if the site was going under, since adsense has become worthless these days.

But Mary and I kept talking about how much we adored Misty and were sad that we couldn’t talk about it with the world (and convince them to watch it with us), so we pleaded and begged and got the go-ahead to do a kind of chatty “open thread” which has apparently been a spring-board format for other shows. We didn’t get paid for this, and we were totally fine with that. We just wanted to provide some kind of content (while swooning over Kim Nam-joo’s pantsuits!).

Let’s Eat 3 (tvN)

This was my first real assignment after the dead period, and I once again got to do full recaps (with pay!). I started watching, thinking I’d merely tolerate the show (since I loved the first season vastly more than the second season), but it turned out to be my favorite of the three. Plus it felt fortuitous that the series I had submitted my application would be a series I’d work on four years later.

Sometimes it’s nice to spend time with a character you met years ago, to see them grow, to see how they became what they became. Drama trends (and love interests) will come and go, but Goo Dae-young’s love of food (and love of explaining the proper way to eat food) will never change. It was a really comforting drama for me to spend my summer on, and I’ll remember it fondly, even if I’m forever sad that it had to suddenly wrap-up two episodes early.

2019: Ten Years Later

Item (MBC)

This was the Trot Lovers of 2019. It was a nonsensical disaster.

I also had the added chaos of my real-life job -- one very different from the one I had when I was working on Trot Lovers -- as it began to increase exponentially in responsibilities and in stress. I reached a breaking point where I began to hate opening my computer where I’d have to spend hours attempting to explain a show that I wanted nothing to do with. I was miserable and depressed and couldn’t do it anymore. I never before asked to be taken off a show because I hated it so much, but there’s a first for everything.

Her Private Life (tvN)

I actually haven’t finished this show -- I’ve yet to watch the last two episodes. But I’m including it because, well, I didn’t finish any��other show in 2019 except for Item.

As some of you may know, this has been a difficult year. It started with the unexpected stress of my job, when we suddenly lost one of our directors who passed away, and another director was let go (in a complicated situation that is ongoing, but the important thing is that it was during our busiest time when we really couldn’t afford to lose anyone), and another director left for a different job and I was basically the one to pick up all the pieces she left behind. It was exhausting and we were all past the breaking point but somehow miraculously holding it together.

I was looking forward to finally getting a much-needed vacation in September, and then, well, you all know how that went: the first night, on our layover in New Zealand before what was supposed to be three weeks in Australia, my father was taken to the hospital, and then, two days later, he passed away. Life has gotten even more chaotic and stressful and bizarre since then.

So no, I haven’t finished this drama, but it was one of the most wonderful moments of the year for me, watching this fizzy rom-com with my favorite actor, where he got to be charming and handsome and charismatic and finally kiss the girl he loves and have her love him back (and not die or be dumped, as he had been in so many dramas that had gone before). Lion Oppa was everything my heart could desire, and living in his world helped me endure the insanity that I wish I’d known would seem so much more tolerable than what would eventually befall.

Her Private Life reminded me of when I first fell in love with dramas ten years ago, when I would giggle and be delighted by the charming nonsense on screen -- of beautiful people falling in love and fighting against the obstacles between them (some more ridiculous than others, perhaps, but there are always obstacles), and ending up happily ever after. Pure escapism, of the frothiest kind.

A Drama-filled Decade

So, after ten years of dramas, what is the takeaway? What have I learned?

I suppose I’ve learned to trust my instincts and put more faith in writers and directors than actors. That analyzing dramas is fun, and it’s even more fun sharing it with others, and sometimes even more fun if you get paid to do it -- but everyone eventually reaches a breaking point. That I’m too earnest and optimistic to embrace a life of snark. That I want every drama to be good but most of them aren’t, except sometimes they are. That I’m not even sure which genres are my favorite; I just know what I don’t like.

That dramas are best as escapism, and not as work.

I don’t know how many dramas I’ll watch in 2020. I haven’t paid any attention to what’s airing, and I’m okay with that. Perhaps I’m entering a new phase in my life, or perhaps I just don’t have the capacity to escape right now.

But I am pleased to have had dramas in my life, and to have eventually made them my hobby. I’ve met a lot of amazing people and made some genuine friends through a shared love of dramas (or, at times, a shared hatred). I’m honored that all of you are still here and following me, even during this period of fandom silence.

May 2020 treat us all better, and may Kim Do-woo finally write another script.

[demonboidies]

𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓳𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷, 𝓴𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰, 𝓳𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓳𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓰𝓾𝓴

pt. 6

word count; 4,855

<this is a yandere story, therefore this is a trigger warning for emotional abuse, manipulation, toxic relationships and overall unhealthy obsession towards the reader/mc/yn>

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➣park jimin

      23 years old with blonde hair (dna/mic drop era) and is an ambitious dancer, singer, and all around performer. he has been creative since he was a young child and it's a big part of his life.

you locked the door after telling Namjoon you had to pick up the boys. well, technically, you were picking jimin up for his lunch/co-curricular. then following that would be taehyung, and jungkook. they all had separate break times considering they had different schedules. the rest of the boys even noted to you that jungkook would spend extra hours in the practice room at their university. dancing his heart out, skipping his lunch.

so you had patiently waited outside the entrance of his school, where he said to wait for him. so when you saw a tuffle of blonde hair bounce amongst the other students, you smiled softly knowing that it was jimin.

so you waved to get his attention, successfully achieving it. he came over to you with a bright smile and the first words out of his mouth were, "Let's get tacos!"

you didnt argue, i mean who would. a brightly smiling park jimin is offering to eat tacos, now how does one reject such an offer.

so you drive to a local taco restaurant, jimin baking your ear off as to how good their carne asada is(today he was just craving tacos. so he ordered his food, as you did your own. and while you patiently waited, you began starting up conversation.

"so how were your classes?"

a groan left his lips. "excuse my french, but annoying as hell."

you had to hold in your laughter, he didnt even curse when he said to excuse his french. "and why were they annoying?" you took a sip from your drink as he ran a hand through his hair.

"dont get me wrong, i love dancing and singing and performing, but it's too technical! i dont know if it's just at this school or something, but these classes require me to take more notes than to actually exhibit my skill." you nodded, wishing you could say you could relate but obviously couldnt. you were glad as a college student to just take notes and learn a lesson through the day, work, and go to your dorm to just study more. jimin was the complete opposite. he had a drive of passion and you admired him for that. he had something to live, and you didn't know if it was dancing, nonetheless his love for performing amazedly amzed you.

"well, at least you get to perform at shows right? i mean, i can kinda relate with how boring lessons are, especially with the most boring of teachers. but at least you get to show how really talented you are, right?" you said with a weak smile. "hey, if it makes you feel any better...one time i tripped in front of a thousand people at my orientation."

it took less than a second for him to break out into a wide grin, his childish giggle ringing through your ear. "what does that have to do with anything?" he said through his boisterous laughter.

"absolutely nothing. just wanted you to feel better and cheer up a bit," you said with a shrug and light blush. i mean your plan worked, but he now just had potential blackmail on you.

your statement seemed to make his shoulders shake even more. "you're so amusing, noona~ ah, we're lucky to have you."

i'm lucky to have you

the twinkle in his eye made you smile wider, brushing off your embarrassment. "please, i'm lucky to have you guys. you guys are seriously too generous." his eyes turn into crescents, wordlessly nodding his head.

you ate your food in silence, eating quickly to fill your empty stomach. jimin was talking through the lunch period, filling you in on the past of the boys.

"jin, he's a next-to-be heir of his father's company. he is the main source of money that goes to our house, food, and generally everything. he's well put off, to make it simply." jimin stated when you asked about the eldest brother. "we all met in high school though. i was first friends with jungkook and yoongi, so i'm really the closest to them. but i treat all of them like they're my brothers. but soon after we became all really close, we got a lot of un-needed attention. we didn't like it, especially yoongi, jungkook, and i. our anxiety really kicked in during our highschool years. the attention was too much for us and we barely made it through our last year. so jin bought the house we live in now, which is far away from the town, because we didn't want to have anything to do with the townspeople after that."

your mouth formed into a small 'o', taking in all of that information. learning about how they were treated in highscool made you sympathsize with them. naturally, when there are several attractive, young men going to a school, the females (and males) will do anything for their attention. at least, that's what it's like in the TV shows. it all seems glorious, but hearing how much it affected them now was sadening. you could only think of how they were treated.

jimin's plump lips curled into a small smirk, seeing the flash of emotions cross your face. mostly were pity and sympathy, and it was a great feeling for him. you had trusted them and gotten close them so quickly in the few days you had been acquainted. if it continued up, jin's plan would be working perfectly.

'jin isn't the only proficient liar in the house, dear,' jimin thought, happy you had fallen so easily into the trap. however, it was just the beginning and they had to work even harder for you to become even closer.

"yeah, it was relly terrible. i hate to self-pity myself, but those girls there...were really out of hand. they would give obnoxious gifts, throw themselves onto us like we were zoo animals, and the way they acted surely would've disappointed their mothers and fathers." jimin said, a pout on his lips as he worked up tears. his eyes were glossing as he looked at you with a weak smile, "you aren't like that, right noona?"

your heart broke. the look of absolute sadness on his face was enough for you to grasp his hands into yours. "of course not, i wouldn't dare to even act like that. this is my job and no matter what, i will keep myself in check. i wouldn't want you boys to relapse or anything," a kind smile was on your lips, and jimin couldn't help but mimic your expression.

"thank you so much for agreeing to this job, although it might be a bit more than you bargained for," a light chuckle left his mouth as he wiped his eyes of his almost falling tears. you nodded slowly, looking down at your empty plate. you were ready to pack up and leave, considering you already paid for the bill. but when you looked up, you saw that jimin had barely eaten his burrito bowl.

"jimin, aren't you hungry?"

he looked at his plate, smiling nervously. "no, no. i already had a few bites, that's enough to suffience me for the rest of the day."

you recalled back to when you were reading their documents, remembering the eating disorder that was listed among his other diagnoses. a weak smile trailed your lips, picking up a spoon to scoop up some of his burrito bowl. "come on, just a few more bites. and if you don't want anymore, i'm sure the other boys will appreciate this."

so, when your crush of the longest time is holding out a spoon to you, begging you to eat you food, what're you gonna say? no?

"just one more bite," jimin said with a shy smile, his face a bright red. he had never thought he would be this close to you, you were feeding him food! his brain couldn't take it so he simply leaned forward to have a bite of his own food.

"there ya go," you said happily, glad you were able to get the poor man to eat something.

so you took the burrito bowl in a to-go box, driving jimin back since his lunch period was almost up. you had talked at the restaurant longer than you had expected.

"tae should be waiting in the same spot you picked me up at, but if he isn't you can text him." jimin said as he got out of the car. he was leaned down, arm resting on the top of the car so he could talk to you.

"text me when he comes so i know he doesn't keep you waiting or something."

you both chuckled, until you heard a yell directed towards you two. "ya! jimin i'm not always late to things!"

➣kim taehyung

      23 years old. dark brown hair, almost black(LY:TEAR era). a photography major, travels far every now and then when he wants to capture the perfect image. treasures art since it has been apart of his life since he could remember.

jimin rolled his eyes, looking up at the new arriving male, "you usually are though." he argued as taehyung closed in on the car. he was now standing next to jimin with his boxy smile, eyes lingering with his for a moment. that is before he whipped his head to look at you.

"hi noona!" his cheerful tone made you smile and wave in greeting. "okay, jimin scadoodle, you got a class to catch." taehyung circled the car, opening up the passenger's seat and settling in.

jimin was reluctant to leave you alone with the hyper male, but he had no choice considering he did need to catch his class. "alright i'll see you at dis-"

"yeah yeah bye!" taehyung leaned over you lap, pulling your window up for you to shut the older one out. when it was sealed shut, taehyung looks at you excitedly. "what do you have in mind for the next 45 minutes noona?"

taehyung hasn't moved from your lap, cuing a blush to arise on your cheeks. "the park?" your tone was shaking out of nerves and because you were so flustered, then taehyung finally got off of your lap.

"sure i don't mind." he calmed down a bit, playing with his thumbs which laid in his lap. "but, would you mind if we stopped for ice cream?"

the familiar boxy smile was on his face as he waited for your response. you couldn't turn down the energetic boy's request even if you wanted to, it has to be illegal to say no to that face. so you exaggeratedly sighed in defeat, although the smile on your face proved to taehyung that you were in fact okay with getting ice cream. i mean ice cream in the park was an even better idea than the original you had proposed.

so you drove a little down the road and to the small ice cream parlor, where a nice old lady was waiting. she greeted you with a smile, but when she saw taehyung's figure her face turned a bit glum. you didn't miss it, but taehyung didn't catch it as he was too busy looking at the assortments of ice cream.

so you told the lady what you wished to order, she gladly taking it and putting the ice cream you wanted in a cup. taehyung looked up at her and her eyes once again turned a bit glum, face falling at the sight of his face. you ignored it and moved to the cashier, missing the deadly glare that taehyung gave her. if looks could kill she surely would've been dead.

another girl had gotten your order rung up at the cashier, what the other lady was doing you didn't care for. so you simply paid for the ice cream, going back to taehyung who was sitting at the table patiently.

"here is your ice cream taehyung, let's go to the park, yeah?" he nodded, smiling widely.

"we can go to the campus park, it's closer than the other one." taehyung informs and you didn't even bother arguing, the faster you could get back to pick jungkook up would be easier and more convenient anyway. so you drove according to his directions, parking in the open lot.

he eagerly hopped out of the vehicle, practically bouncing over to sit on one of the benches. miraculously, his ice cream was fine with all his erratic movement.

you locked the car door, joining him on the bench. you licked your ice cream and observed the scenery. it was a beautiful little park, a blue pond sitting in the corner of the landscape. trees were blooming, little pink buds at the end of several branches.

"so, noona," he started breaking the silence, "why did you become a maid rather than a translator?"

you thought for a moment, humming slightly in thought. "i mean, i would be happy with either jobs. but my friend was telling me about how her grandma had passed because no one was watching over her, it made me re-think my decision." you spoke the truth to taehyung, a soft smile on your face. "i got really lucky with this job, however. you guys are really too generous."

he shook his head and took a lick of his ice cream, "no, we just know how to treat people correctly. jin and yoongi are the heads of the house, unofficially but they are the most responsible, and they both agree that they both don't like it when people arent treated correctly. or aren't paid the amount they should."

your heart warmed at how sweet the two boys were. they were so considerate and kind, it was really heart warming to know there were people still like that.

"oh, i'm glad that they're equal minded. you all seem equal minded and open." he nodded in agreement to your words, an appreciative smile on his lips. you finished your ice cream and stood up to find a nearby trash can to throw the cup away.

"wait, i have another question, don't go yet," he said hurriedly, like he was afraid you were going to leave him at the park. his hand shot out to your wrist, holding you still.

a short chuckle left your lips, "tae, chill. I'm just going to throw this out."

he stared at you for a moment, "you promise?" the tone of seriousness laced in his voice was a bit alarming but you brushed it off. "yes, tae, i promise." he finally let you go, nodding slowly. as you walked to the nearby trashcan you could feel his eyes trail after you.

so when you joined his side, he clasped his hands with yours. "i'm sorry, just feeling a little stressed right now." he emphasized the word 'stressed' and you nodded. remembering on his file, it said too much stress could lead to an episode of his. you held his hand equally as tight, looking at him with a soft smile.

"i'm not gonna ask wh-"

"i thought you were going to leave me here," he said with a ragged breath, "it's a little thing, but i got worried, sorry. i get worried easily."

you nodded in understanding, waving your hand dismissively, "don't apologize. what were you wanting to ask earlier?" your thumb rubbed against the back of his hand and you didn't know how thankful he was for your touch. his worries were dying down already, positively because of your prescence and touch. if he was at home alone, he would've snapped already. you really were a blessing to have. it was a shame he had to share you.

"have you had any other jobs before this one?"

"yes, i did." you answered openly. "i was offered to be a translator for an american company stationed here. they needed a translator, but the way i was treated there made me quit. besides, that place had shut down a few weeks later, so i guess i got really lucky. after that i applied for a job at the nursing home. occasionally, i had side jobs to care for those with mental disorders and such."

he nodded along, already knowing that information. in fact, he felt he knew it too well. he remembered when jin had conveyed that message to him. he snapped that day when he heard you were being mistreated. he was also the one who wanted you to come and join them instead, encouraging the others to send that letter to you.

"i see, well the job must've sucked anyway." he said, beginning to lighten the mood. "we're happy we have you though. you're not the only grateful one~"

his comments made you smile, forgetting about what you were previously talking about.

"why are you so curious anyway?"

he lifted an eyebrow, pouting a bit, "can't be curious about our sweet little maid." your nose scrunched at the comment, not sure if it was a negative or positive.

"i mean, i guess you're right. curiosity did kill the cat though," you winked playfully, chuckling alongside him.

"however, i am satisfied with those answers." he smirked back, taking a bite out of his cone. as he chewed his phone began to ring. his hands were full however, one of his hands holding his cone, the other holding yours. his grip on your hand tightened a bit, telling you he didn't want to let go.

he nodded, saying it was alright to check his phone. so, hesitantly however, you grabbed his phone and your expression eased when you read the name.

'jungkookie'

"its jungkook."

"oh just answer it," he nods once again, "what does he need now?"

you swiped on the screen if his phone, putting it on speaker so taehyung could talk.

"what do you need kookie?" he spoke casually, biting off another piece of cone.

"i-i need you to come get me, please. i-can't b-breathe."

taehyung was more on guard now, getting up and biting down the last of the ice cream cone. "we gotta go back to the university. quickly." you swallowed harshly, getting up and starting the car. taehyung got in after you, calmly (surprisingly) speaking to jungkook on the other end.

"hey, kook, listen to me. i know it feels suffocating, but listen to me okay," heavy breathing was heard on the other end, "y/n is here, okay? she's here. she is here."

you glanced at taehyung questionably, wondering why it mattered whether or not you were, in fact, here.

"y-y-y/n?" his voice was shaky, hiccupping heard afterwords. "yo-you're there?" a strong wheeze was heard after that. it encouraged you to really race through the streets, no matter how close it was. he needed someone, now.

"yeah, i'm here. where are you jungkook? me and tae are gonna get you, okay? focus for a moment and tell us where you are." your words were rushed and you were afraid he wouldnt be able to comprehend what you were saying.

"eas-east building, floor-r 1, right by econ."

you shut your door, loud enough for a lot of people to stare in confusion. taehyung led you to the building and inside to where jungkook said he was.

you saw the younger boy, knees to his chest, tears streaming down his face, the hand clenching his phone so tightly you swore you almost saw a crack forming.

"kook!" taehyung called out, rushing to kneel by his younger friend's side. "you're okay. i got you, i got you."

➣jeon jeongguk

21 years old. medium dark brown hair(wings/ynwa era). takes singing and dancing seriously, passionate about both activities. has terrible anxiety, but still is able to attract all the girls on campus with his seemingly innocent and boyish look. however, jungkook only has his eyes on one girl.

jungkook shook his head 'no,' pushing past him to stumble to his legs. he got up and ran into your arms, sobbing into your shoulder. his grip was tight around you, like he never wished to let go. softly, you could hear your name being muttered over and over. his body shook, the wetness of his tears soaking through your shirt's fabric.

"hey. it's alright, i'm here. i'm here, it's okay."

his body shook even more violently with his sobs, squeezing you even tighter. "do-don't go, st-stay."

"i'm not going anywhere. hey, breathe in and out with me, okay?" you didn't care about your surroundings and brought you two down to the ground. "look at me, listen to me."

he did as told, staring at you with his red, doe eyes. when you made sure he was paying attention, you took in deep breaths for him to mimic. his eyes stayed on your lips, following after you. although he did have hiccups in between some breaths, he managed to steady himself.

taehyung, slightly jealous, stayed silent. jungkook was wrapped in your arms, head resting in the crook of your neck. you looked at taehyung, nodding to him, saying he should go to his class now before he misses it. he hesitantly leaves, waving bye to you as you try to comfort jungkook more.

from your experience with past patients and by what recently happened, you could assume jungkook had a panic attack. you shuffled both of you over to sit on the couch which was in the corner of the room. students had poured into the building, following their schedule. some paid no mind as others didn't bother hiding their stare. even when his sniffles were gone and the tears were long gone, he was still holding tightly onto you. his arm wrapped around your own, making him look like a lost child.

suddenly, there was a man that walked up to you two. "hey, is mr. jeon doing alright?"

with the way he held himself, his speech, and his clothing, you could only think that he was the dean of their school. "yes, he should be alright, now." he nodded and looked at the cowering jungkook.

"jungkook, you can take the day off if you would like. some students were telling me this episode was worse than the ones before." you turned to jungkook, asking if he would like going home. he nods, pushing himself closer to you.

"if it's alright, jungkookie would like to leave with noona," he says in a quiet voice. the dean nods, holding his hand for you to shake which you do briefly. he leaves the building and you turn to jungkook with a soft smile.

"if you have everything on you now, we can go home." speaking softly, you gently squeeze his hand. ever since he had calmed down, he seemed to be a bit aloof. you weren't going to question it, assuming he was just really coming back and calming down.

so you picked the backpack up for him, guiding the straps to his shoulders and walked hand-in-hand with him to the car. you opened his door for him, reminding him to put his seat belt on before you entered through your side of the car.

"noona," his quiet voice started, "jungkookie is sorry for causing trouble. i-i was just really anxious and ever-rything felt too close." there was a tremble in his tone and you shook your head in objection to his apologies.

"hey, you don't need to apologise, there should be no need for you to apologize for something you couldn't control. and don't even call it trouble, you caused me no trouble," although your eyes were trained on the road, the smile on your lips was directed to him.

jungkook chewed on his lip, watching your soft expression. he felt like there were butterflies in his stomach from the sweet, kind smile on your face. he had only dreamt of seeing it up close and have it directed to him before.

"noona, jungkookie thinks you're sooo pretty! this pretty!" he blurted, stretching his arms wide open, almost hitting you with his palm.

you flinched slightly at the sudden outburst, stopping at the red light and taking your time to inspect him. "jungkook, you alright?"

"jungkookie is okay now! now that noona is here! and she's sharing all of her happiness and smiles, so of course jungkookie okay."

his tone, which was lighter and higher than usual, his words, speaking in third person, his sudden switch in action - he had changed to an alter of his. why had it taken you so long to figure that much out? it said on his file he had DID, why couldn't you piece two aand two together?

you also read that same night when you were researching their own disorders, people switch alters or heads when they might be feeling temendously anxious or they were triggered to. some people with DID find it to be a protecting or shielding mechanism. what exactly happened at school with jungkook today?

"well, jungkookie," you started slowly. he had nodded eagerly, loving the sound of his name falling off of your lips.

"yes noona?" you swear, there were hearts twirling around his head as stars filled his eyes.

"how about i drop you off at home, we can watch some shows, and then we can go pick up the two others together?"

"hmm," he hummed thoughtfully, lower lip jutted out, "jungkookie is a little tired. but maybe if i take a nappy, i can be okay!"

the cheerful and childish response made you smile in relief. who knows maybe it would be better if jungkook stayed home when you went to pick up the boys. so you parked the car in their driveway, bouncing over to open jungkook's door for him.

you unlocked the house door with your own key and the ones inside the house immediately padded over.

"the dean called. said jungkookie had a panic attack and was excused from class. he isn't hurt is he?" you shook your head silently, watching the 3 boys, minus yoongi (he was watching carefully from the sidelines though), was inspecting jungkook, asking him all kinds of questions.

"he isn't hurt," you answered for them, "but he changed alters."

there was a silent pause between everyone, except jungkook who was thumping his foot against the floor. "hyungs! can i take y/n upstairs so we can play with my games?" he had bounced around jin's wheel chair, an excited smile on his face.

"hold on a second bunny, why don't you set up while we talk to y/n here?" the youngest settled for that idea, running up the stairs. when all of them made sure it was clear, they heaved a sigh of relief.

"jungkook in his headspace is usually really in control, so i hope he didn't cause too much trouble for you," jin said with an apologetic smile.

"no he was perfectly fine. it just shocked me a bit, i didn't expect to see jungkook in his little mind space for a while." namjoon leaned over, lowering his voice in safety so jungkook could hear, "it means he trusts you enough to become a little."

the rest of them nodded, agreeing with namjoon. they were about to say something when your phone started vibrating. jimin was calling.

"hello-"

"5th avenue, the corner of that street, right in front of the McDonald's! come quick!!"

it became obvious they needed a ride so you hung up, turning back to the boys.

"he'll be okay with me gone, right?"

they shared a glance before nodding, urging you to get the rest of the boys. so you left, going to the address jimin said in his quick message.

little did you know that while you were gone, jungkook would only get more stubborn and whiney, as the eldest hyungs had to deal with their giant man-baby who had been repeatedly yelling your name after finding out you had left. surprisingly he wasn't crying, just stomping his feet out of frustration.

it didn't matter to jin, the headache he felt was the same from the continuous cry of your name. let's just hope you don't come back home to see how terrible they were at controlling a little jungkook.

YO this chapter literally has double the words than it does with hyung line....I feel bad but i swear i dont have a preference for either line!!

anyway, I apologize for any mistakes and just a side note - its undecided what Jungkook's little age is but I'm gonna range it from 3-5 or smth like that.........(he does have other personalities/ alters - they just haven't been triggered yet 👀)

[tessatechaitea]

Cerebus #15 (1980)

If the story so far had revealed that Cerebus has a vagina, I could make a hentai joke here.

The first time I encountered hentai was at an anime convention at a Red Lion Inn in San Jose in 1994 or 1995. I went to the convention by myself because I had recently fallen in love with the cartoon Sailor Moon and wanted to get some Sailor Moon LaserDiscs unless it was actually Sailor Moon dolls I wanted. It was so long ago, how am I supposed to remember?! They had a room where they were showing movies and one of the movies I watched was Sailor Moon R: The Movie. It was subtitled which was great because then I had the story memorized for all the times I watched my non-subtitled LaserDisc. But that wasn't the pornographic anime I saw! I don't even remember what that was but I watched some tentacle fucking movie late at night in a dark room with a bunch of other sweaty nerds. I didn't know that was what was going to happen though so I didn't have my dick in my hands like the other guys probably did. I was as shocked as anybody when they first find out that cartoons where women get fucked by tentacles exist! I mean, how many penises does an alien need?! I grew up thinking the little gray aliens had zero! That Red Lion Inn was the same one where I played in a couple of Magic the Gathering tournaments. Being in a dark room with a bunch of horny anime fans was less awkward and uncomfortable than playing Magic the Gathering against Magic the Gathering fans. Most of them probably couldn't believe they were actually playing against such a cool and handsome dude. It really threw them off their game when I would say things like, "Yeah, I've touched a couple of boobs. I attack with my Serra Angel." I know what you're thinking: "Anime, comic books, and Magic the Gathering?! This awesome dude must have owned every single Stars Wars figure too!" Aw, you're too kind! I'm blushing! But obviously I never owned Yak Face. "A Note from the Publisher" is still being published so I guess Dave and Deni are still married. In his Swords of Cerebus essay, Dave Sim discusses "Why Groucho?" It seems to mostly come down to this: Dave Sim enjoyed the characters of Groucho Marx as a teenager and memorized a lot of their lines. He also mentions Kim Thompson's review of Cerebus in The Comic Journal (the first major review of the series) in which Kim praised Sim's ability to make his parody characters transcend the parody to become unique creations of their own. This review gave Sim the confidence to put Groucho in the role of Lord Julius. Which worked out so well that Sim later adds Oscar Wilde, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Margeret Thatcher, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Woody Allen, Dave Sim, and the Three Stooges into the story. I'm sure I'm missing some but I can't remember every aspect of this 6000 page story. Was The Judge also a parody of somebody? Was the Regency Elf based on Wendy Pini? I don't know! I'm sure I'm missing a lot of references in Cerebus simply because I haven't experienced all the same knowledge sources as Dave Sim. Just like I'm missing a super duper lot of references in Gravity's Rainbow because nobody in the history of ever has experienced all the same knowledge sources as Thomas Pynchon. I've been reading Gravity's Rainbow (for the first time but also the third time because I'm basically reading it three times at the same time. You'll understand when you read it) and I'm surprised by how funny it is. I don't think anybody ever described it as funny or else I'm sure I would never have stopped reading it multiple times prior to this time when I'm actually going to finish it. Although I suppose when I read Catch-22, I had done so on my own so nobody ever told me how funny that book was either. But for some reason, Catch-22 lets you know it's going to be a funny book pretty quickly. Gravity's Rainbow is all, "Here is a description of an evacuation of London which is just stage setting because, you know, the bombs have already blown up, but it makes people feel safe. And after that, how about a scene where this guy makes a bunch of banana recipes for breakfast. Is that funny enough for you?" Oh, sure, there are some funny moments like when that one guy pretends a banana is his cock and then some other guys tackle him and beat him with his own pretend cock. But there's a gravity to the scene that doesn't lend itself to the reader thinking, "Oh, this is a funny book!" But if you make it far enough, you start realizing, "Hey! I'm not understanding this!" So then you reread the section and you start realizing, "Hey! I'm laughing at this stuff! This is pretty funny!" Plus there are a lot of descriptions of sexy things that I'm assuming are really accurate because Pynchon is obsessed with details.

Anyway, I was supposed to be talking about Cerebus, wasn't I?

A Living Priest of Tarim crashes Lord Julius' bath to scold him about a party Julius is giving in a fortnight (which is the amount of time your kid has lost to a video game). I don't know why the priest has to declare he's a living priest. You can tell that by the way he's shouting and foaming at the mouth. Although this is a Swords & Sorcery book so I suppose there are many dead creatures that also shout and foam at the mouth. Sometimes I forget I'm reading a fictional book and wind up ranting and raving about stuff that I'm supposed to just assume is fine. Like when I read The Flash and nothing in it makes any sense at all because The Flash should never have any trouble stopping crime or saving people from natural disasters. The comic book should be over in two pages. Even the writers, at some point, realized how ridiculous Flash stories were and decided the only way to make them believable was to have The Flash battle other super fast people. But that just meant Flash stories basically became bar-room brawls. Two people with super speed fighting is the same as reading a story about two people without super speed fighting. Boring! Some writers even decided that maybe a telepathic monkey would make things more interesting and I suppose telepathic monkeys make everything more interesting so kudos to them. I was going to go on a long rant about telepathic monkeys but then I realized how much I love the idea of telepathic monkeys so why should I create an argument against them? More telepathic monkeys, please.

This made me laugh out loud. Not as much as the chapter in Gravity's Rainbow where the old woman forces Slothrop to eat a bunch of terrible candies. But then it isn't a competition, is it? I mean, I guess it's a competition for my time which is why I haven't written a comic book review in a week or more. Blame Thomas Pynchon for being so entertaining (and also Apex).

Baskin, the Minister for Executive Planning, has come to let Lord Julius know what the revolutionaries have revealed while being tortured. The only bit of useful information was one prisoner's last words: "Revolution...the pits." Cerebus immediately assumes "the Pits" is a location and not a summation of the prisoner's feelings about revolution which led to torture which led to his death. Cerebus, being the Kitchen Staff Supervisor, begins an investigation into The Pits. His first step: threatening the Priest of the Living Tarim. Which makes me realize I transposed the word "living" in the previous encounter with the priest and went on a digression that makes no sense to anybody who has read and somehow remembers that particular panel. I'm sure they were scoffing and snorting and exclaiming to their pet rat, "What a stupid fool loser this Grunion Guy is! Living Priest of Tarim! HA! Ridiculous! What a moronic mistake! He has made a gigantic fool of himself!" I don't know that the almost certainly imaginary people who called me on my mistake as they read this have a pet rat but I do know there almost certainly isn't another imaginary sentient being in the room with them. Cerebus learns that The Pits are Old Palnu that lies under current Palnu. It was destroyed in a massive earthquake long ago and the new city built over the top of it. It's like a Dungeons & Dragons module but with a lot less treasure.

This scene reminded me that I need to finish rereading The Boomer Bible: A Testament for Our Times (which is what it was called in the 90s but is just as accurate for today).

Cerebus and Lord Julius engage in another typical misunderstanding (it's not hard when only half of the people in the conversation care about making sense) which ends up with Lord Julius deciding that the location for the Festival of Petunias will be The Pits. This complicates Cerebus' job of not allowing Lord Julius to be assassinated because the assassins are most likely housed in The Pits (along with their giant snakes (*see cover)). Lord Julius, Baskin, and Cerebus descend into The Pits to find a suitable location for the Festival of Petunias. In doing so, they wind up in a trap and confronted by a masked revolutionary of the "Eye of the Pyramid." Which is odd because you usually have to murder at least a dozen kobolds and several goblins before you reach the room with the boss in it.

Typical unbalanced beginning level module. A giant snake as the first encounter!

Cerebus manages to defeat the giant snake by crashing it headfirst into a wall. The wall winds up being a key support structure and the roof collapses. Everybody makes it out alive but the masked revolutionary evades capture. He will be back next issue to ruin the Festival of Petunias. Aardvark Comment is still just a mostly standard comic book letters page. I'll probably stop discussing it until people start criticizing Dave. Right now it's just "This comic book is great!" and "Keep writing, Dave, and I'll never think ill of anything idea you espouse!" while Dave replies, "I owe my fans everything! I can't wait until I can stop feeling that way and start jerking off onto my art boards and selling those as pages of Cerebus!" Cerebus #15 Rating: A. Good story, good Lord Julius dialogue, good Living Priest of the Living Tarim scenes. I wholeheartedly endorse this comic book and Dave Sim. No way a guy with a sense of humor like this is going to go off the rails, right?!

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Pillow Talk (Platinum, F!Raleigh x MC)

Hey folks! I’m a bit busy lately so that’s why I am a bit less active than usual but here is my new entry for the @choicesseptemberchallenge by @ramseyandrys . This fic was requested by @andi-the-cat for the prompt “Remember”: hope y’all will enjoy it, especially you my friend!

So, in short, to soothe my grief for the end of Platinum which was totally a godtier book, Raleigh and Rachel (MC) reminisced the first time they met and Raleigh shares a little secret.

Prompt: Remember

Word Count: 1139

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F!Raleigh x MC Tag: @hellospunkiebrewster @furiouscloddonutpeanut @captainquiros @jellymonster @noeschoices

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"Do you remember when we first met?"

Rachel asked out of the blue as Raleigh lazily played with her hair. It had been a while since they had the chance to enjoy a lazy morning in bed as tours, tv interviews and recording sessions kept both of them busy and apart for a while. But there was nothing better for Raleigh than indulging in bed with the familiar and comforting warmth of Rachel's body at her side and to Rachel waking up to find Raleigh's tattooed arms protectively draped around her waist was the definition of happiness.

"Well good morning to you too, nena, and...should I be offended by the subtle implication that I could have forgotten it?" Raleigh teased, her voice still a bit groggy from sleep.

"I'm not saying that you forgot, I just ask-"

"How could I ever forget the day I met the one and only girl who didn't even know who I am, I mean me, Raleigh Carrera?" 

Rachel playfully punched her arm, trying and failing to refrain laughter.

"O c'mon, that's not true! I knew who Raleigh Carrera is! I just didn't recognize you straight away!"

"Yeah, which is weird. Oh wait, does it mean you're weird?"

"I'm not!" Rachel protested, rising to sit. "Am I, Big Tease with a Cocky Smile?"

Raleigh grinned and grazed the singer's arm with a finger.

"Nah, you're not...you were just obsessed with Avery Wilshere" she added, sticking out her tongue.

Rachel rolled her eyes but a smile formed on her lips. Raleigh always knew how to draw a smile on her face.

"Fine, I guess a bit awkward back then, but..." she conceded before leaning back down to her girlfriend. "...but in the end I think I made clear what celebrity I want to be with, didn't I?"

She sealed her words with a deep kiss, her lips still smiling over Raleigh's. When they parted the R&B Queen looked fondly into her eyes as a winning sly grin curled her lips.

"I warned you I was a bad influence"

"Not quite as bad as you think though, babe" Rachel noted: it was amusingly endearing how Raleigh kept calling herself a bad girl after she showed her the soft and caring side she hid deep inside her.

Raleigh raised an eyebrow to her in a display of amused skepticism. Then, as if those words echoed as a personal challenge to her, she wrapped her arms around her waist and in a swift move she rolled Rachel over. When her back hit the mattress, the girl shrieked before bursting into laughter again.

"Okay, I take it back" she giggled.

"You better: how did you dare question my bad reputation?" Raleigh asked, squeezing Rachel's side, full knowing that hitting that ticklish spot would make her squirm.

And she did. It didn't take long before she begged the Puertorican star to stop. When she finally caught her breath again, she spoke again.

"I don't question your bad reputation, you will always be my bad girl. What I meant is that I love all of you. Your bad, wild side and your soft and sweet one equally. I love you, Raleigh"

The sly playfulness on Raleigh's face immediately disappeared, melting into tenderness and devotion. This time she even refused to hide her face not caring if Rachel, and Rachel only, would see the pink coloring her cheeks. She stared deeply and fondly into Rachel's eyes and gently caressed her face. The young woman leaned to the touch and a comfotrable silence settled as Raleigh tried to find the right words to express what she wanted to tell. What she needed to tell.

When she finally did, she flashed Rachel a shy smile and spoke again:

"Do you know when I realized you were the one?"

"No, you never told me. When did you know?" the girl answers in her softest voice, placing a kiss on Raleigh's wrist.

The Puertorican singer bit her lip before continuing.

"Do you remember that time we bumped into each other in the backstage of One In A Million? And you were so surprised that I don't enjoy being famous much?"

"Yes, I do recall that moment actually" Rachel nodded after a moment.

"It was...what you said next. I mean, I didn't realize it at that very moment but you know, later, when we got closer thanks to that fake relationship stunt. When I started catching feelings for you I found myself thinking back to that conversation. Don't even know why but it got stuck in my head and didn't go away. So one day I was traveling to the studio to have a meeting with my agent and a message from Fiona reminded me of our fake date for the night and...again, I don't why but your words echoed in my head and I couldn't think of anything else for the whole day. I was probably distracted that night, you might have thought I was playing distant and cold but the truth I kept thinking of when you said that I needed-"

"...someone to keep you grounded" Rachel completed, smiling fondly.

Raleigh was caught off guard by the interruption but after a moment smiled softly back at her girl.

"Exactly. Nobody has ever told me that. Ever, since I moved here, since I became Raleigh Carrera. And it was so...shocking at first hearing you saying that as if it was the most natural thing to say. It is, it was actually and it was true...but it was also completely new to me. And this beautiful girl out of nowhere just came by and figured me out as if she knew me for ages. I may not have fallen in love with you at first sight but you had my curiosity and my attention very soon. You...looking back, it's crazy but it's almost like you had always had the key to uncover what I hide to the world or" -a tender laughed escaped her- "...or as if those amazing glasses of yours could see right through me from the start"

"Didn't I mention that my glasses are magic?" Rachel giggled even if she could feel a lump forming in her throat at Raleigh's confession.

"Nice try but I'm sad to inform you that they're not, nena. Good news: you look hot wearing them no matter what" Raleigh pecked her cheek. "But now let me finish. I'm trying to be serious here!"

Rachel laughed and pretended to zip her lips.

"Good girl" Raleigh giggled before composing herself again. When she did her voice was the sweetest sound Rachel had ever heard:

"Everyone wants to know how it is to be around Raleigh Carrera, what wild stunt she will pull this time...you didn't give a damn about it. The only thing you wanted to know was who I was. Who Raleigh truly was beneath that bad girl persona. I saw it in your eyes when you looked at me...you scared me, I'm not used to this but I should have known- " - she took a deep breath and smiled down at Rachel - "I guess I should have known that you were special from the very beginning. I should have known that it was always you, nena."

Before tears could stream down her face, Rachel propped herself up and pulled Raleigh in for another kiss that could hopefully convey all her feelings for the woman she loved. When she couldn't contain tears anymore she buried her head in the crook of her neck and wrapped her arms around her waist, making the two of them lose balance and fall back to the mattress.

"Hey, no need to cry, Rachel!" Raleigh smiled holding her close.

"Good tears, babe. These are good tears, no need to worry" Rachel sniffled. "Thank you so much for sharing this...I...can we stay like this a bit longer?"

"Of course, I'm not going nowhere" Raleigh reassured her, placing a kiss on the crown of the her head.

"Thanks a lot"

"No need to thank me. Oh and nena?"

"Yes?"

"...Te amo"

[tireddal]

Akagi x F!Reader OneShot

Pls sorry English isn't my mother tongue, but I have tried and will be happy if you give me some advices, so, enjoy♡♡♡♡♡

She is amazing.

Firstly, she was only one who like you from the beginning.

-We were destined to meet,-her voice was so soft at the same time she was one of the strongest aircraft carriers. You gave her a short smile when you had heard this-what else could you did? She laughed quietly on this.

She is beautiful, almost perfect. Long silky brown hair, light skin, slim body and these ruby eyes, which always look at you with infinitely adoration and love. Her scent is cutie: you relax when feel floral shade getting from her.

She cared about you too good: welcomed you every morning (ignoring how your secretary ship, Warspite, growling on it), made you delicious tea and brought it right in your room, caressed you in the evening when you sat together after hard battle. She became your close friend.

Sometimes you thought that if Warspite hadn't become your wife, Akagi would have taken this place. Place near you, her beloved.

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-I love you,-she purred,-Love, love you so much, Shkikan!-she was laughing and took off her hireo, throw it on the floor.

Your mind was pulsing, and...And tea has been strange...Or not tea?

-A-akagi?-you asked weakly. You was leaning on the sofa and trying not to lay down.

Your body was on fire. Room was melting like your consciousness. You tried to move, but couldn't. Shipgirl has laughed and sat near you, taking your hand in her.

-Akagi...-you was talking hard, your throat has been feeling like desert,-Akagi, what have you given me?-you turned your head to her. God...Her eyes were too red.

-Nothing. It is only my own love, Shkikan...-she cupped your chin, put her lips over yours, licking your low lip,-My love will fill all world, and every ship will know that I'm yours, Shkikan...And you are mine!-she laughed again and got down, leaning on your chest, unbuttoned your officer's jacket and put some kisses on naked skin. Air in room became hotter and hotter, you felt how oxygen in your lungs has finished.

-A...A-akagi,-you called low. It was your last attempt to continue this. Fox looked at you in question,-Akagi, Warspite and...And Royal Navy...They will try to kill you, Akagi.

She sniffed for a second, but then started laughing loud.

-Doesn't matter, if you will be by my side. And you will be, won't you, Shkikan?-Akagi begged with strong fear in her voice and fast sat on your lap, looking at you. Looking with her amazing red eyes. You kept silent for a minute and Akagi had been waiting this time without a sound, only breathing quiet. You smirked and reached her face with your fingers, caressed it.

-I will.

She smiled happily and hugged you, knocking a wind out of you,-she is one of the strongest aircraft carriers, hey! You laughed quietly and patted her hair, closing eyes.

Oh. You felt how her fingers bound with yours and Akagi kissed you again, pressing her lips against yours and purring.

***

...-Officers, draw swords!

You looked around.

There was big hall, which has been filled bright light. There were tables with different food and drinks. A lot of seats.

All Royal Navy's ships were here, in luxurious dresses and with decorated weapons. You heard congratulations for you and Warspite from every shipgirl, and also not only from Royal, sea warriors from every fraction were greeting your couple.

-I'm so happy, Commander,-suddenly, said quietly Warspite. You looked at her. Warspite's cheeks were blushing under white bridal veil, which hid her pretty face. You pulled her closer, put hand on her waist. Warspite's dress fit her perfect-long silk dress with jewelry and gold edge of the dress trimmed with silver.

-Glad to hear this. However, from this day you can't call me Commander.

-But...But how I should call you then, Master?-she asked, fixing her dress's gathers.

-My name will approach, what do you think?

Warspite nodded.

-Yes, my wife. My dear y/n,-her cheeks blushed more,-I-it's so embarrassing!-she sighed heavy.

You laughed, hugging her stronger, feeling her heartbeat against yours.

-Soon you will get used to it, Warspite.

***

-Mine, mine, mine...-Akagi was moaning loud under your touches. Now you two were leaning on sofa together: you overhung Akagi was kissing and teasing her with your fingers. You felt drug in your blood yet, but now it wasn't like high temperature, it felt like sexual obsession and you couldn't resist it. Have been thought about this you laughed suddenly, that gave Akagi's heart a leap.

-W-what's wrong, Shkikan...?-she asked, has been tried to take normal breath. Her hands were leaning on your shoulders.

-Ha-ha, oh, no, nothing wrong,-you shook your head,-It's just really exciting, you know, Akagi?-you licked her naked neck, felt flourish taste on your tongue, then started slight swallowing her skin up to make some marks. Akagi yelled in pleasure, making her grip on you stronger.

-Ah-h...Shkikan...I know that it's nice, but...Ah!-she cryed, when you have sucked her collarbone,-But why did you laugh?

You stopped kissing her and lifted up head.

-Because it's madness, my sweetheart. Just look what you have done with me....-you patted her cheek, smiling tired,-I always keep my feelings inside, but what am I doing now? Gonna fuck you while I have the strongenst battleship of Royal Navy as wife...It's a vile sin.

Akagi took off her barrette, thrown it on the floor. She smiled and reached your hand which was on her face, caressing it.

-Don't worry, Shkikan. I will protect you from all of them, because...If you will be with me, I'm ready to become the worst sinner in the world, he-he...-Akagi said happily and gave you deep kiss, was pulling you closer, so you just leaned on her breasts.

***

-Scum!-shipgirl hurt you, so you have fallen on the floor with quiet hum of pain.

-Warspite...-begged Illustrious with tears on her pretty face. Battleship reject carrier's hands, which tried to pulled Warspite away.

-How dare you...How dare you exchange me on this slut?!-angry cryed battleship, was looking on aircraft carrier who was holding you. You hadn't words to say, like, what you could say on this...?-Bastard! I hope you will burn in the hell with this harlot!

-Warspite...-you tried, but suddenly she shot from her carbines. Illustrious yelled in fair and has covered her mouth, finished cry. You smirked and was ready for death.

***

-Mother!-joyfully yelled brown-haired girl and strongly held your wife's arm. Woman smiled, slightly pulled kid closer.

-Haruko, you shouldn't cry so loud,-Akagi patted child's hair,-Y/N-san tired, you must let her have a rest.

Girl grumbled, taking a hard breath, and nodded in agree. Woman chuckled and turned back to see you, who was going to home slowly, lifting up stone stairs. There were some heavy bags and suitcases in your hands, but, however, you didn't care about their weight. You were at home after all, and sakura's flowers accompanied you.

-Genetrix!-girl waved her hand in air, so you gave your attention on her. You smiled and went faster.

***

-Y/N L/N, from this day you aren't commander anymore,-said roughly general, old skinny man. You gave a bow in agreement and, have turned around, went for exit,-Thanks for your work.

You went from cabinet on jelly legs, so then you just pulled your back against wall. There was a lump in your throat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"-you cried mentally on yourself. Good work. You lost all what you have had. No job, no family, no friends...You hid your face in palms. You lost all, but it wasn't matter. You thought about Akagi. How was she? How did react her fraction on that scandal? Would Royal Navy shoot her? It was the worst problem in all of this. You will find a job, maybe build new family, but you sent Akagi to her doom.

Suddenly you have heard knocking of heels. It was strange, because all women-officers, how you knew, were in operations.

-Shkikan,-you slowly put down your hands and shouted for a second silently. Akagi's face was opposite yours,-How are you?-she asked with worrying in voice.

-Akagi!-you whispered and hugged her firmly, have been getting a sniff of her floral scent. She laughed quietly.

-Shkikan, you shouldn't worry so much,-said carrier. Your body was shaking, you have been ready to start crying, so you just was keeping silent,-Y/N, all right now. I'm not battleship currently.

Akagi said this happily. You take a deep breath and, still have been shocked, looked in her eyes.

-Akagi?

-Yes! Now we can be together like common people!-she laughed, hugging you stronger,-We can build our own home, make a family, I can cook meals special for you...

-Akagi,-you lightly depart from her,-Do you really want it? Do you understand that you will never send bombers, never fly on the waves?

-Of course I understand this all, Shkikan. If you allow me be yours partner on this hard way, I will be the happiest sh...No,-Akagi shook her head,-I will be happiest girl in the world,-she took your hands in her.

Maybe Akagi was right about yours happy future?

***

-Haruko!

Girl jumped in your hands and you hugged her firmly.

-I'm so glad to see you!-cryed girl, who was strongly held you neck. You have sighed and looked at woman near you two.

She wore light copper-colored cape with gold dragons on it's shoulders. Under cape was red kimono with some pink sakura's flowers. Her brown hair was picked up in top with golden pins, and on ears you saw long gold earrings with rubins and skillful metal pattern around jewelry-it was your bridal present for her. Akagi has become more and more beautiful with years.

-Y/N-san, glad to see you. Hope, yours way was easy and fast,-she said gently and gave you a bow. You hung off Haruko, have patted her small head, and looked in woman's eyes.

-Akagi,-you took her hand with fear and gave gentle kiss her knuckles. Akagi has blushed and covered her face with wide sleeve of her cape, despite this you could see her smirk.

-Y/N, you should go inside and have a rest. I have heard about your hard work in port.

Cicadas were chirring on the street and warm breeze has been coming from sea, so your doors small gold bells were ringing clearly. Sun had gone under horizon. You were missed for these family evenings after three years of duty.

Yours kitchen was big. While you were eating, you had chance to see how much has changed Haruko. Her yh/c short hair has become longer, she has grown up for some centimeters. Oh, and she has beautiful red lines near her eye's cover. Akagi has been doing it while she was battleship.

-M-m-m...Rice was delicious, mom, arigato!-happily said Haruko, so Akagi smiled, gave girl short bow. She was too glad hear Japanese words from her daughter's lip, because all people and shipgirls have been talking on English after service in harbor.

-Y/N-san,-Haruko has been worried, so asked you respectful and quietly,-Do you need bathroom right now?

You slightly shook head, was drinking tea from little black cup.

-Oh, so I will go...Good night, mom, Y/N-san,-Haruko stood up, gave you respectful bow and went away. Akagi lifted up too and started to remove plates from the table, put it in sink.

-Thank you, Akagi. Rice and fish really were delicious,-woman smiled on this and sat near you, kept her head on yours shoulder and has grinned your hand like she was afraid that you wasn't real. You sighed.

-Akagi, I have some good news for you,-started you.

-Hm?-she slightly caressed your hand, was listening carefully.

-You can become aircraft carrier again!-you panted loud and looked in Akagi's red eyes,-My dear, lovely Akagi, you can become battleship again,-you patted her hair gently. Akagi kept silent and calm, only her open small mouth issued her shock,-Don't worry, my love. You shouldn't have modernization or anything same, they will just give your equipment and accept for duty in port...

Akagi firmly shut you up with kiss, was playing with your tongue and squeezed your black shirt strong.

-A-akagi?-you whispered in kiss. Akagi licked her lips and smirked.

-Tasty like always...-murmured Akagi,-Y/N, you're so stupid!-she hugged you and licked yours neck, so you have flinched in surprise,-I don't want this right now, like...Haruko needs me. Maybe next year, but tonight all what I wanna-be here with Haruko and you.

You smiled and kissed her gently.

[blu-joons]

DATING PENTAGON A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴  Yeo Changgu

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

Changgu loves to get cuddly with you, he enjoys being able to relax with his arms around you, even just for a few seconds, forgetting about how hectic his life is, means a lot to him, finding comfort in your touch.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

When the two of you first met, Changgu was incredibly shy, Jinho ended up having to tell you his name because he was so quiet around you. Slowly though, as the two of you got to know each other a little better, those walls began to break down and the two of you got to know each other probably at work.

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

You’d forgotten how shy Changgu ever was when it came to his confession, he ended up rambling for what felt like forever in front of you, telling you exactly how he felt about you, making sure that he didn’t miss out a single detail. He ended up talking your ear off for most of the evening, eventually getting to his confession after almost an hour, surprised to see you still awake in front of him and nodding his head.

D ⇴ DATES 

Changgu enjoys being able to relax alongside you at the end of the day, curling up on his bed and watching a drama, or at least trying to get in a few episodes before one of you falls asleep. As mentioned earlier, being able to be around you and have your touch on him helps him to forget about his day and focuses his mind on the programme that the two of you are watching. It’ll usually end up being Changgu that falls asleep curled into you first, to which you always make sure to pause the drama, otherwise he’ll kill you in the morning.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

He’s very open with you from the start about the concerns he has about your relationship, how he worries about you, the fans, and the group too, but never himself. Once he gets talking on his worries, whether its around you, his family, or the group, it’s another time when it’s pretty difficult to shut him up. He tends to waffle a lot, his mind turns into a vicious cycle, when one concern crops up for him, it’s not long until a few more arise and he really finds himself getting into a bit of a spin in front of whoever’s listening.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Anytime the two of you begin to argue with one another, the shy side of Changgu you knew when you first met comes out to play. It’s the one time you’ll find him quite opposite, and quiet, he’ll never quite know what to say out of fear of getting it wrong and ending up making the situation worse between the two of you. Arguing is one thing Changgu hates, more than anything in the world, he’ll often freeze in the situation and zone out. Then, once you’ve offloaded, as calmly as he can, he’ll try and work through whatever the issue was and try and talk with you like adults, without all the shouting.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

The first person you met was Changgu’s older sister, which quickly turned into a decision Changgu regretted. From the moment you met, the two of you were a little tag team against him, sharing all your terrible stories and embarrassing memories you had of him, ignoring just how embarrassed it often made him in front of you.

H ⇴ HOME 

Changgu loved the dorm and having people around him all of the time, which you understood, especially as he had his own room too. You were in no rush to make him move out, in fact you enjoyed spending time with the other members too and getting to know some of the most important people in his life.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

It became a habit of Changgu’s around you to ramble whenever he was talking about his feelings, so much so that he ended up accidentally telling you that he loved you on one specific occasion. He almost skipped by it, until you held your hand out for him to stop, asking him to repeat what he’d just said, making sure you heard him correctly.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Whenever Changgu feels jealous, you’ll be able to tell by how quiet he becomes. He can talk to most people, and hold a conversation pretty well, so when you feel as if he’s starting to slip out of a conversation, you’ll know what’s wrong. It’s a steady decline, slowly feeling his confidence disappear and his shyness creep in, fearful as to what might happen. Luckily for him, by that point, you’ve usually picked up on what’s going on, stepping in and reassuring him before he disengages too heavily with what’s going on.

K ⇴ KIDS 

The future is another thing that Changgu will love to look forward to with you, he can’t help himself but get excited when he thinks about all the things you could do together in the future. And one of those things is definitely start a family, the thought of having a family has always excited Changgu but knowing that he now has you to dream about it with, makes him happier than he could ever explain to you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

You can’t help but laugh at things that often come out of Changgu’s mouth, you’re not sure how one person can talk so much, and talk so much nonsense at the same time, but somehow Changgu manages. He’ll often end up having to stop talking to ask you what’s so funny, as you sit before him in fits of giggles, trying to make sense of what he’s said. Changgu himself is usually unaware of the things that he says but knowing that whatever it was that was said has ended up putting a smile on his face, will be more than enough for him, quickly picking back up where he left up on his one-sided conversation.

M ⇴ MISSING 

It’s easy for anyone to pick up on when Changgu’s missing you, because like when he’s jealous, he’ll become very quiet indeed. When he’s not laughing at a joke, or not chiming into conversation, the other members will know exactly what’s going on, instantly checking in on him and trying to bring the smile back to his face. They know it’s hard for him to constantly be the chatty one in the group when his mind can only think of you, and so they’ll always support him when he feels like he needs a bit of quiet, but as soon as he’s feeling better and ready to talk again, they’ll be there to listen, no matter how sometimes reluctant they are.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

You always call Changgu your ‘chatterbox,’ because he really doesn’t stop talking. You love how chatty he can be, around him, you’re guaranteed to pretty much never get a moment of peace and quiet to enjoy the silence.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

He’s obsessed with your smile, knowing that you’re happy with him is the only thing that Changgu ever wants, anything else is simply just an added bonus.

P ⇴ PDA 

Keeping your safe is the only thing Changgu worries about whenever he’s affectionate with you in public. Whilst he can talk his way out of most situations, it’s not always the same for you, and so he’ll usually use his arms a little more to a clear a way for you both and make sure that you’re as relaxed as can be.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

If Changgu is ever quiet around you, you’ll always make sure to ask him if he’s alright, concerned as to why he’s fallen so silent. That’s how uncharacteristic it is of him to be quiet, always making you worry just a little bit.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

Changgu loves to take photos of you, especially one where he knows you’re not paying attention. He’ll often pull out his phone when he notices you staring off into the distance, snapping a quick photo and making sure to save it to the album that is specifically dedicated to all of the candid photos he has of you, always looking through it whenever he’s missing you, especially so when he’s on the road.

S ⇴ SEX 

When the two of you are intimate, Changgu is always very attentive to what you want from him, and a great speaker too. Those rambles he often gives when he wants to tell you how he feels will turn into quieter whispers of sweet nothings in your ear, making sure that you’re always shy. He’s always open with his heart, especially so when the two of you are intimate, making sure you feel as loved as you possibly can.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

After every mealtime, you sit by your phone and wait for the text to come through from Changgu to make sure that you’re eating. It’s his biggest worry, making sure that you’re taking care of yourself, so he’ll always check in.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

Having someone there to always listen, whether it’s good or bad, funny or emotional, means a lot to Changgu. He knows he can talk most people’s ears off, and yet you’ll always listen to his every word and pay him your full attention.

V ⇴ VACATION 

Anywhere in the world you want to go, Changgu will take you when the two of you get the chance to go away. He’s been to enough places through tours and schedules, he much prefers to give you the chance to tick somewhere off your bucket list, no matter how much you argue that it might be somewhere he’s been before.

W ⇴ WHINING 

It’s almost natural of Changgu to whine when he’s talking to you about something frustrating, he almost doesn’t realise he’s doing it most of the time.  

X ⇴ XXXXX 

The place he’ll love to kiss the most is always the top of your head; he loves being able to rest on top of you and press you tightly against his chest. For you, you’ll normally find yourself having to kiss against his lips, just so you can get a moment of silence to yourself. A kiss on the lips is a sign that Changgu can very quickly pick up on, muttering a quick apology before finally telling himself to stop talking for a while.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were a great listener, somehow you always paid attention to every single word.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

The quiet you got at night-time was always well received, although you would often end up falling asleep listening to Changgu mutter to himself about anything that came to mind, knowing you probably switched off long ago.

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Masterlist

[theworkofxanderking]

The Originals: Bad Blood (Alternative Season 5)

Episode 7: From Here to Hell Town (Part Two of Two)

Warnings: I do not own the original content to “The Originals”, “The Vampire Diaries” or “Legacies” or any of the characters from the television shows.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Klaus stood in his room drinking a glass of whisky thinking about the city he loved so much and how it once saw him as it’s king. He couldn’t help but feel resentment over his brother Elijah for claiming his spot at the faction meeting but knew it was a sacrifice he’d have to make to ensure his daughter Hope was granted a good life.

He knew his sole focus needed to be on his long lost brother Henrik and getting to the bottom of his alliance with Nathaniel despite how painful it may be for him and his family all while hoping he had as little interaction with Nathaniel as possible but that was not going to be the case for the original hybrid.

“Before you blame me for this Aunt Rebekah is in great danger and I’m one of the two people needed to save her.” Hope said to her father while walking into his room.

“What would I blame you for?” Klaus asked.

“Me!” Nathaniel answered as he too walked into Klaus room.

“How dare you go anywhere near my daughter.” Klaus shouted at him furious to see him again and even more furious to know he had spoken to Hope.

“Nice to see you too Niklaus.” Nathaniel responded.

Klaus began storming towards Nathaniel ready to attack only for Hope to stand in his way serving to annoy Klaus even more.

“You two can settle your ancient romantic history later but first we need to go get Aunt Rebekah before Nathaniel’s father does.” Hope snapped at them both before looking eye to eye with her father. “If I were you, I’d agree and nod so we can get to her quickly because every second counts.”

“Very well but once we’ve got Rebekah back, I promise to deliver you a death far worse than anything your father may have planned for you.” Klaus promised Nathaniel with a cold death stare making him now that was a promise he wouldn’t break.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun trying Niklaus but in case you haven’t worked out yet Mikaelson’s aren’t particularly good at killing me.” Nathaniel replied with a wicked smile.

“Fight later!” Hope shouted at them both before looking at Nathaniel. “Now how the hell are we going to get there?”

Nathaniel lifted his right hand in the air and within a wave of his hand he, Hope and Klaus disappeared within a puff of black smoke.

Bonnie found herself running out of the Helton woods constantly looking behind her as she ran only to be blind spotted when she found Augustus stood on the rundown road she had just made it to but not one to admit defeat lightly she began marching towards him with her hands out chanting in Croatian.

“I see you’re a mistress of nature bound to life,” Augustus said with a wicked smile as he began walking towards Bonnie. “You power feels familiar you’re a descendant of the witch who mothered my son.”

Augustus lifted his hand forcing Bonnie to fall to her knees while she continued to chant in Croatian.

“A very powerful family indeed you’re going to serve as quite the power up.” Augustus said while moving closer towards Bonnie who continued to chant in Croatian despite seeing no benefit to her chants. “It’s a shame you’re the last of your line but at the same time it’s probably for the best you’re not around for what’s to come.”

Rebekah vamp sped from behind Augustus instantly snapping his neck and throwing his body to the ground before helping Bonnie get back to her feet.

“I didn’t think you’d come back for me.” Bonnie admitted to her.

“You’re growing on me and in case you haven’t noticed friends are few and far between for me.” Rebekah replied with a smile as Bonnie responded with a smile before the two of them noticed Augustus’ neck beginning to crack itself back in place. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Hope, Nathaniel and Klaus appeared from out of thin air with a puff of black smoke arriving just in front of the Helton sign much to both Hope and Klaus’ shock who looked around to see where they now were having only minutes ago been in the compound and now knowing they were no longer in New Orleans.

“Okay you seriously need to teach me how to do that.” Hope eagerly said to Nathaniel.

“It’s a simple teleportation spell I had enchanted into this bracelet.” Nathaniel pulled up his sleeve to reveal the black rope. “It’s hardly luxury jewelry but it does it’s job and saves me chanting every time I want to go somewhere.”

“I’ve heard of astral projection spells in fact I master that at the age of 12 but I’m yet to uncover a teleportation spell.” Hope replied.

“In that case take mine until you learn the spell,” Nathaniel said as he untied the black rope from his wrist and tied it around Hope’s. “The trick is to picture the place in your head when you want to go somewhere. Also, if things get sticky here while your doing your spell you’ve got yourself a quick escape.”

“Enough with the magical bonding,” Klaus snapped at Nathaniel delivering him a disapproving glare “let’s get to retrieving my sister already.”

“Very well then Niklaus follow me.” Nathaniel replied as he started walking past the sign and into the ghost town.

“If you have any doubts about doing the spell, he asked of you then go now.” Klaus said to his daughter. “He can’t be trusted.”

“I’m beginning to think he can.” Hope replied before giving Klaus a hug and whispering in his ear. “He’s clearly still in love with you.”

Klaus and Nathaniel had walked for a few minutes and Hope and the Helton sign was now out of sight which gave Klaus the opportunity to finally get some questions answered with the two of them finally being alone for the first time in a thousand years.

“So, I have found myself wondering, were you ever going to tell me you were alive, or did you hope not to have to deal with me?” Klaus asked him eager for his question to be answered.

“Honestly I had hoped to never see your face again.” Nathaniel admitted before taking a sigh. “For your own safety and I suppose my own safety too.”

“Are you under some kind of illusion that I need any protection?” Klaus said while giving Nathaniel a sly smirk. “You clearly haven’t heard of my reputation.”

“I never understood why you wouldn’t leave with me all those years ago and I loathed you for choosing your family over me for a while until I was gifted with a family.” Nathaniel replied as the two of them continued walking. “Sure, Henrik is a lot of work, but he can’t help that.”

“Are you and Henrik…” Klaus questioned while stopping still, fearing his first love had fallen for another Mikaelson.

“He’s like a son to me you idiot that’s what happens when you resurrect a child from the grave and raise him to be a fully-grown monster.” Nathaniel snapped at Klaus making Klaus smile as he quickly began walking again to keep up with the witch. “It became pretty clear he couldn’t return to his family and I had none of my own, so we found each other.”

“You could’ve always come looking for us,” Klaus told him. “you could’ve come looking for me.”

“I did come looking once not too long after you had turned call me curious and you seemed to be perfectly fine without your brother.” Nathaniel revealed. “There was no point in adding more chaos to your lives by revealing a brother eager to kill you all.”

“Why didn’t you speak to us? If you came all the way to find us why make no contact?” Klaus quizzed as they stopped outside of Helton Hotel having reached the town centre.

“I made contact with one of you and I was informed you were all pretty happy without my interference.” Nathaniel replied as the two stopped walking and Nathaniel began looking around his beloved ghost town.

“Trust me happiness was something we never experienced back then.” Klaus responded as he too began looking around the ghost town.

“I believe her name was Aurora then there was a Katherine who was Tatia’s doppelganger and clearly preferred Elijah just like the Petrova before her. Years passed and you found love once again in Mystic Falls with an annoyingly adorable blonde named Caroline who definitely kept you on your toes before returning to New Orleans to pursue another blonde who wasn’t so adorable but somehow managed to understand the madness within your mind Cami, I believe she was called.” Nathaniel said in detail making it clear he’s been keeping tracks on his former love.

“Wow that’s quite the detailed account on my love life there.” Klaus responded with a laugh. “No wonder my daughter believes you’re obsessed with me.”

“Teenagers these days,” Nathaniel scoffed. “They believe in such nonsense.”

Before Klaus had a chance to respond to Nathaniel’s denial Rebekah vamp sped in front of them holding onto to Bonnie while doing so clearly both looking terrified.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing together?” Rebekah asked while continuing to hold Bonnie up.

“What the bloody hell happened to you?” Klaus asked Bonnie.

“Don’t tell me you…” Nathaniel began to say to Rebekah.

“I did yes.” Rebekah responded finishing Nathaniel’s sentence for him.

“And now he’s…” Nathaniel replied.

“Yes, and your worshipers are once again dead although more permanently this time.” Rebekah revealed.

Suddenly Augustus was the next to appear in front of all four of them within a puff of black smoke.

“That took a little more power than I thought it would.” Augustus said while shaking a little making it clear he wasn’t quite at full strength yet.

“Okay now is time for everyone to get out of here!” Nathaniel shouted while looking at his father with hatred in his eyes.

“Hello son.” Augustus replied with a wicked smile.

“We can help you.” Klaus told Nathaniel.

“Hope’s already helping me now get away while I hold him off.” Nathaniel snapped making them listen to him before Klaus grabbed a hold of Bonnie and him and Rebekah vamp sped out of sight.

“See I never would’ve let such power slip away you definitely don’t live up to the legacy I’ve created.” Augustus scolded him while walking towards his son.

“What legacy?” Nathaniel asked with a mocking laugh. “Nobody even knows our kind exists because you killed most of us. The only legacy you’ve created is being a terrible father.”

“Didn’t expect you to be as confident without any homemade friends protecting you.” Augustus replied.

“Yeah well I’m all powered up father.” Nathaniel responded before raising his hand and chanting in the dead Malus style language forcing Augustus to fall to his knees and begin letting out a series of agonizing screams.

“You’re not powerful enough to beat me you never have been!” Augustus shouted in between his series of screams.

“I don’t need to be powerful to beat you in fact the key to beating you lies in a realm with no power at all.” Nathaniel admitted before continuing to chant in the dead language.

Hope continued chanting in Croatian while holding out her hands clearly feeling the toll of the spell she was casting to enclose Helton from the rest of the world trapping those inside and cutting off magic to the enclosed ghost town as she was surprised by Rebekah and Klaus vamp speeding their way to her side while holding a clearly injured Bonnie up.

“Great everyone’s out now don’t disturb me while I continue to chant and save everyone’s ass.” Hope told them before continuing to chant in Croatian.

“We need to go back and get Nathaniel.” Rebekah stated.

“We can’t,” Bonnie said, “she’s cutting off Helton from the rest of the world and everybody inside the town too.”

“How the hell do you know that?” Klaus asked her.

“I’m a witch I recognize the spell.” Bonnie snapped at him.

Rebekah looked inwards to Helton before letting go of Bonnie making sure her brother had a good hold of her before doing so as Klaus noticed her stare and knew what she was about to do.

“Rebekah you can’t this spell will be finished at any minute.” Klaus warned her. “Rebekah I can’t lose you.”

“I’m sorry brother but I’ve already failed Nathaniel once before I cannot do it again.” Rebekah replied before vamp speeding away towards Helton and towards her friend.

“Rebekah!” Klaus screamed.

“Dad, don’t leave me!” Hope said in between chanting pleading with her father not to follow.

“Nobody’s leaving anyone Hope.” Klaus told her while attempting to hide his devastation as he feared the worst.

Nathaniel stood still gloating with a smug smile looking over his father’s unconscious body knowing he had finally bet his father knowing he had won, and Helton would be their prison for eternity.

“Well done but we should really get out of here no point of you being prisoner too.” Rebekah said after she vamp sped to stand next to him.

“Rebekah you shouldn’t be here.” Nathaniel warned her. “Hope’s spell will soon be finished you need to leave before it ends, or you’ll be trapped here forever too.”

“I’m not leaving without you.” Rebekah replied making herself clear. “I’m not leaving you not again.”

“I’m okay with this being my end.” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nathaniel you may have been alive for a thousand years but getting out of here and leaving him behind is your only true hope of actually getting to live.” Rebekah revealed to him.

“Okay,” Nathaniel said while looking around the town center of Helton before smiling at Rebekah. “Let’s get going.”

Rebekah took the opportunity not willing to waste any time and grabbed a hold of Nathaniel before vamp speeding out of sight heading the hell out of Helton.

Klaus stood there looking inwards to Helton while holding Bonnie up as his daughter Hope continued chanting in Croatian making giving her father a knowing look that signaled her spell was nearing an end.

“Come on Rebekah don’t you dare leave me!” Klaus shouted hoping for his sister’s return and deep down although he’d never admit it Nathaniel’s too.

A sudden gust of wind hit Hope, Klaus and Bonnie knocking them backwards on to the ground and leaving them all unconscious as the spell was complete as the graffiti-ed Helton sign disappeared from out of sight and with it the road to Helton being replaced by trees and forestry.

Rebekah vamp sped to the Welcome to Helton “Hell Town” holding onto Nathaniel only to stop at the sign as the two were left horrified to find nothing in front of them but trees and forestry

“No!” Rebekah screamed. “God damn it there must be somewhere out of here.”

“If the spell is complete then that means we’re not just trapped here but we’re trapped without magic.” Nathaniel revealed to a furious Rebekah. “No magic kind of means no escape.”

“Just for once I’d love to be daggered, hexed, poisoned, possessed or imprisoned.” Rebekah moaned as she spotted Augustus walking towards them from a distance. “At least we have something to torture while we wait for my family to save us.”

“You realize no magic means no vampire powers.” Nathaniel told her.

“I know which is going to make this so much more satisfying.” Rebekah responded with a wicked grin before walking towards Nathaniel.

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Dracula: The Originals

(Finale) Chapter 3 - Twisted Ties

Warnings: I do not own the original content to “The Originals”, “The Vampire Diaries” or “Legacies” or any of the characters from the television shows.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, M/M, F/M, F/F.

New Orleans, 1722

It had been twenty four hours since Dracula had seen or heard anything from his brunette bride Zsofia Benedek and he had begun to worry about the first woman he had married fearing her plan to awaken Kol had been discovered before she had a chance to get him on side but in this rare moment Dracula wasn’t thinking about his schemes he was thinking about the first woman he ever loved.

Zsofia was the first siphoner witch Dracula had met other than himself and she was born on the same day as him both being delivered just miles apart from each other and whereas Dracula was born into wealth and loyalty Zsofia was born into a poor but proud coven who were far from happy to discover she was an abomination to witch kind.

Dracula never left his castle often but he went for a long stroll one night the same night the townsfolk who had watched Zsofia grow into a young woman planned to burn the witch with some ridiculous notion the flames would purify her magic in the afterlife.

Dracula was no stranger to burning witches but he seen something in Zsofia in that moment as she refused to scream or fight for her life something he recognized from deep within himself and decided to save the troubled witch draining magic from the very witches who planned to burn her to stop the flames and kill the treacherous coven members before disappearing out of sight with the brunette beauty.

He often told Zsofia that the two of them were born to be together two of a kind and it was his destiny to save her from the flames and her destiny to pull him out of the darkness but it quickly became clear to the newly betrothed that love in the common sense was not on the cards for them but a love far greater would take its place: friendship.

Dracula wasn’t the family kind having killed every last blood relative of his own but he considered his brides as his chosen family bounded together non conventionally by vows similar to marriage but out of all three of his brides Zsofia Benedek was who he believed to be his kindred spirit.

“We found her,” Wilhelmina revealed reluctantly as she vamp sped into the living room of the home in which Dracula and his brides have found themselves residing in. “It seems she was successful in awakening the youngest Mikaelson brother however…”

“No,” Dracula snapped at his redheaded bride. “Don’t tell me what I believe you’re going to tell me.”

“She served you until the very end my betrothed,” Wilhelmina admitted as tears formed in her eyes. “She was a faithful and loving bride until the very end.”

“No!” Dracula screamed as he fell to his knees struck with grief as he began sobbing to himself. “She can’t be dead you must be wrong we have come to far fought too hard for her to be dead.”

“I warned you no good would come on declaring war with the Mikaelson’s.” She cried. “Poor Zsofia would still be alive if you hadn’t chosen to play these silly games with Niklaus you knew the risks when you and her forced us to this city her blood is as much on your hands as it is on theirs.”

“Don’t you think I know that Wilhelmina?” Dracula admitted as tears continued to flow down his cheeks. “I’ve underestimated my enemies, but I won’t make that mistake again.”

“What does that mean?”  Wilhelmina asked her husband as she continued to cry for her fallen friend.

“As Zsofia Benedek herself would say blood for blood.” Dracula replied as he dried his tears and a cold emotionless look came across his face as he rose back to his feet. “Whoever killed my bride will pay for their actions even if it is Niklaus Mikaelson himself.”

Evike Arvay walked into the living room of Dracula’s New Orleans residence to find a freshly changed Wilhelmina Helsing sat on a chair drinking from a chalet looking into thin air with a sense of sadness surrounding her.

“I forgot how delightful Elijah Mikaelson was although to be fair last time I seen him our concentration was on his brother.” Evike said to the redheaded bride. “What is wrong with you Wilhelmina?”

“Zsofia’s dead I found her lifeless body in the very same cellar I led her towards her body just left there like she was nothing.” Wilhelmina admitted while taking another drink from her chalet. “Dracula is out burying her body now.”

“Excellent,” Evike replied with a sinister smile. “I never did like her anyways I guess this means I’m the favorite bride now.”

“Do you seriously have no remorse for our fallen sister?” Wilhelmina asked as she stood up to face the blonde-haired bride.

“She demanded too much of my husband’s attention consider myself a petty bride.” Evike admitted. “I guess this means our plans to tear the Mikaelson family apart is about to get a lot bloodier my poor betrothed must be seething.”

“Zsofia Benedek was an extraordinary woman and now she’s gone and all you can think about is a man incapable of ever loving you.” Wilhelmina snapped. “Of course, we will get our revenge Dracula always gets his revenge.”

“I’m sorry for your loss Wilhelmina I’m sorry because it pains you so, but I will not shed a tear over a woman I never liked.” Evike said sincerely. “I know what Zsofia meant to you and Dracula and we will avenge her but maybe after that you should think about your next move.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Wilhelmina asked.

“You were never truly Dracula’s bride you were more hers and now she’s gone...” Evike began to say before Dracula vamp sped into the living room.

“Wilhelmina is as much my bride as you are Evike.” Dracula said to his blonde-haired bride. “Those vows we made mean more than simple marriage it means we are family tied together for all of eternity and even after.”

“Rebekah’s ready to betray her brother I didn’t get to mention it earlier.” Wilhelmina said to her husband with a genuine smile, touched by his words.

“I knew you would do me well Wilhelmina Helsing your cunning is what drew me to you all those years ago.” Dracula replied to his redheaded bride.

“I practically already have Elijah hanging on to my every word,” Evike boasted. “I think he’s got quite the fancy for me.”

“Of course, he does,” Count Dracula said with a smile as he pulled his two brides in for a hug “Nobody can resist me or my brides.”

Klaus Mikaelson was never pleased when anyone had the audacity to wager a war against him however he found himself impressed by Dracula’s boldness, intrigued by his darkness and lustful for the time they spent together but that doesn’t mean he was foolish enough to trust him or would hesitate when the time came to kill the heretic.

He returned home shocked to find Kol on his doorstep freed from the coffin he had put him in and covered in blood that was most definitely wasn’t his brother’s.

“Please tell me which sibling is responsible for your release so I can put them in a coffin next to you once your returned to your own.” Klaus said as he continued to walk towards his younger brother.

“A heretic is responsible not a sibling a heretic brunette bride to be precise.” Kol revealed. “The blood staining my clothing is hers she wanted me to align myself with a certain Count of course I went along with it long enough to seduce the beautiful woman but upon satisfaction I ripped out her heart quite literally.”

“I’m surprised by your sudden sense of loyalty.” Klaus surprised. “Tell me what the cause of the change of events is?”

“Oh, trust me brother when I say I will have my revenge but for now I want to take care of Dracula and his remaining brides.” Kol admitted to his older brother. “It’s quite clear their plan is to divide and conquer us which would work if Rebekah and Elijah weren’t in the equation but for some reason those siblings don’t entirely loathe you despite how many times you’ve committed acts against them.”

“So, your telling me your choosing my side because of your love for our siblings?” Klaus asked him.

“Come on Niklaus you are far smarter than that,” Kol scoffed. “I choose you because together we have outrun our father for seven centuries our father who is a far greater foe than some self-proclaimed prince of darkness and a tendency to collect wives although I do admire his taste in brides.”

“In that case Kol I may not have to dagger you again so soon after all,” Klaus replied with a smile as he placed his arm around his brother and hugged him. “Let’s go indoors to discuss our scheming, debauchery and the multiple murders.”

Dracula didn’t know it then but he was well and truly in over his head as he decided to go to war with the Mikaelson’s believing his mastermind would match Klaus’ foolishly underestimating in the process just how cruel and cunning each Mikaelson sibling could be alone never mind together as he soon learned his plots to divide and conquer would be turned against him.

“So, your biggest master plan to take out Dracula is quite literally to use his own plan against him to his own downfall?” Rebekah asked Klaus as she, him, Elijah and Kol stood in the living room of their family home.

“It’s rather simple and yet effective at the same time which works perfectly fine for me.” Elijah admitted. “Besides the sooner we deal with this problem the soon we can move on to the next.”

“I hope you are not referring to me now brother.” Kol replied to Elijah mockingly.

“Well not you precisely but now that you mention it.” Elijah said with a smug smile aimed at his youngest brother.

“I’m simply saying we do exactly what Kol has already begun for us,” Klaus told his siblings. “Dracula can divide us all he likes we’ll just use the division as a quick way of disposing of him and whatever brides still remain.”

“So, Dracula is meeting a grizzly end too then Niklaus?” Rebekah quizzed her brother. “After all the centuries over obsessing about him and you’re just going to end him without any hesitation.”

“One less enemy to on the list means one less enemy for me to obsess over with the intense sense of paranoia that you are all so bloody convinced drives my every decision.��� Klaus moaned at his sister while making it clear to his siblings that Dracula’s days were numbered.

Dracula’s blonde-haired bride was the first to fall victim to the Mikaelson’s family team work as she arranged to meet with Elijah out in the bayou where she wouldn’t be seen not realizing a remote location made it almost too easy for the not so noble Mikaelson who had very sinister intentions planned for Evike Arvay.

“You never told me about involving the former witch regent in our meetings how do you know she can be trusted?” Evike asked as she vamp sped into the woods within the bayou shocked to see Elijah stood there next to Gabrielle LaRue.

“Current regent witch under the circumstances I’ve decided not to surrender my title to your husband especially since learning the truth.” Gabrielle replied to her as Evike realized in that moment Kol must’ve spilled all.

Evike try to vamp speed away but didn’t get far before Gabrielle raised her hand magically snapping the heretic’s neck causing the blonde bride to fall to the ground unconscious as Elijah smiles at Gabrielle.

“So, does this mean we get a more fitting location within New Orleans to call home like my brother Niklaus requests?” Elijah asked her.

“Well considering you’ve just handed the witches of New Orleans a rechargeable supply of magic I’m sure our worries about your family will be slightly more appeased.” Gabrielle reluctantly agreed. “Besides I’d rather deal with monsters for my people than let a monster kill every last one of us so in this case you and your siblings really are the best of the worst.”

“I’ve got to say I’m intrigued to what you’re going to do with her.” Elijah admitted.

“Let’s just say her death will serve a purpose to my kind filling us all with a well of magic that will make us all powerful foes for anyone who dares cross us again.” Gabrielle revealed to the Mikaelson sibling. “Of course, we wouldn’t say no to the other bride I’ve heard one was already disposed of or I’d ask for all three.”

The redheaded bride Wilhelmina Helsing was the next on the Mikaelson hit-list although she was more prepared for potential backlash than Evike as she walked into the now completely empty Rousseau's bar only for Rebekah to vamp speed her way in after her standing in front of her redheaded enemy.

“So, I had time to think over your proposition of taking over this city and I’ve got to say I’m afraid I’m going to have to reject your proposal.” Rebekah said to her wasting no time to get straight to the point.

“You see that doesn’t surprise me considering Zsofia has already fallen victim to one of your siblings I gathered you would be on to our scheming.” Wilhelmina replied. “For what it’s worth Rebekah I do reckon you would’ve been a befitting Queen however your family crossed a line when you took her from me.”

Rebekah vamp sped her way over to Wilhelmina but before she had chance of touching Dracula’s bride Wilhelmina had raised her hand and magically snapped Rebekah’s neck causing for the original female vampires to fall to the bar floor unconscious.

“I was always the brains of Dracula’s schemes and now it’s time for me to fly solo from now on.” Wilhelmina revealed as she knelled before Rebekah’s unconscious body. “But before I leave, I need something of a guarantee if I ever meet you or your siblings again.”

Wilhelmina pulls a blade from out of her dress as she began chanting in Croatian clearly casting a sinister spell on Rebekah Mikaelson.

Dracula vamp sped into the hallway of the Mikaelson family home eager to have it out with Klaus Mikaelson who was more than ready to get head to head with his two-time lover following recent reveals made by both.

“I knew you were a crazed man but to think you could play Mikaelson against Mikaelson like we were pawns on your chess board proves you really are truly insane.” Klaus snapped as he vamp sped into the hallway.

“I wanted to test you test us I wanted to see if you were the right choice for me and you took her from me!” Dracula shouted furiously at him. “I thought you would finally be the one to match my darkness but I’m beginning to realize your far more of a monster than I could ever be.”

“I hope you know as we speak my sister Rebekah is killing Evike and Wilhelmina too so I’m afraid you’re going to be left without any bride.” Klaus replied smugly before walking towards Dracula. “I’ve got to admit I did actually quite like you, but I knew from the moment we met your death would happen by my hands.”

“You seriously think I give a dam about Evike or Wilhelmina if anything you did me a favour.” Dracula laughed causing Klaus to be refused by his reaction. “Zsofia wanted the brides I amused her she even wanted Evike amused by her endless devotion to me. To be honest with you Niklaus after leaving New Orleans I’d have killed them myself.”

“I had a feeling you lured those women into being loyal to you but you would’ve never returned the favour in fact I must admit I’m rather offended by the notion you thought I’d be as foolish as them.” Klaus send before launching his hand into Dracula’s chest grabbing at his bloody heart. “You should’ve never tried to cross me.”

“It was different with you.” Dracula claimed in between coughing off blood and his groans of agonizing pain before Klaus removed his heart causing Dracula to quickly desiccate and fall to the ground lifeless as Klaus dropped his ripped-out heart on top of his corpse.

“You’re right it was because I’d never be foolish enough to fall for foolish affection.” Klaus said as he looked at Dracula’s corpse with both a smug and somewhat broken look.

One Hour Earlier

Dracula stood alone in the living room of the home he had found himself living in during his stay in New Orleans drinking from a vile while looking at the flames of the fire burning in his fireplace looking lost in thought.

“Zsofia I must admit I’ve been foolish I thought with my heart instead of my head just like you taught me, and it cost you your life just like it will not doubt cost me mine.” Dracula talked to himself. “All I wanted was for to find that all-consuming love and I believe he was my answer but instead he will be my all-consuming death.”

“Well I wouldn’t count yourself out just yet from what I’ve heard of you you’re never one to quit.” Kol said as he vamp sped into the living room.

“I wold say remind me to travel with at least one human from now on to stop unwanted guests but I assume your already here to kill me.” Dracula replied as he turned around to face Kol and finished drinking from his chalet.

“My brother Niklaus wants to do the displeasure of killing you and I can’t blame you for your truly amateur attempts at diving and conquering us.” Kol revealed to him before pulling a potion vile from out of his pocket. “However, I see some potential in you not so much your brides but you.”

“What is that your holding?” Dracula asked him.

“Your way out you drink this and if you are killed you will be brought back the potion only works once so make sure when you die the first time to get the hell out of sight as quickly as possible.” Kol explained to him.

“Why on earth would you want to spare my life?” Dracula quizzed the youngest Mikaelson brother.

“I saw your operations in Transylvania clearly you have some intelligence even if it’s not for the master-plans and I reckon having you owe me a favour will come in handy for the future.” Kol admitted to the prince of darkness. “Now what do you say do you want to go into partnership with a Mikaelson?”

Klaus was fooled into thinking that was the last he’d see of Dracula, but little did he know this was no ending to their tales as they were tales were only just starting to truly begin.