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wildestdreamsblog · 8 months ago

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Latibule Spinoff: Elysian

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: if this ain't the most unserious hiatus ever XD

Masterlist, Part IV of __

“If you know in one glimpse it’s legendary…what we thought was for all time was momentary…”

You tilted your head to the side as you watched the young man mumbled the lyrics to a song, his head resting on his forearm on the table. He was holding the glass of soju on his other. His voice had a certain melodic tone in it, and you were certain that he could be a singer had he wanted to. But now, he was a man that was too drunk to sit straight.

“Still alive killing time at the cemetery. Never quite buried…”

You blinked from your seat across him before turning to the doctor beside you who was busy grilling meat. Kim Seokjin appeared to not be bothered by how his brother was acting, only flashing you a smile when he saw you looking at him. He added another one on the pile of grilled meat he kept on placing on your plate. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s was almost gone and Seokjin still prioritized your plate over his.

You leaned closer, your voice barely a whisper amidst the din of the restaurant. "Is he going to be okay?" you asked, your gaze never leaving Jungkook's slouched form as he continued to sing. The noise inside the tented restaurant made it harder for him to hear you. It was like he wasn’t thinking too hard for the first time since you came barging in his life as he leaned down his head to hear you, his ear almost touching your lips from his proximity.

This seemed right, he thought, to be near you. It was like he was finally following his urges, letting his control slip for just a little for you.

And for the second time that night, your heart beat so loud it was a miracle that he couldn’t hear it, or that you didn’t go into cardiac arrest.

“Hmm?”

You cleared your throat before repeating your question. “He’s singing Taylor Swift’s new song. The album only came out this morning and it seems like he already memorized it…Is he okay?”

Seokjin looked up to watch his brokenhearted brother who was now unstealthily stealing meat from your plate, unaware of both your eyes on him. “Talking rings and talking cradles………I wish I could unrecall-“

Jungkook sniffed before eating the meat. It would have been hilarious to watch the tears falling from his eyes as he chewed, except that he looked like a child that was abandoned by the way his lips were pouted. The tattoos and the lip piercing did nothing to make him less endearing. You thought he was really just a charming person. But now he was just sad, as though he lost something he could never get back.

“-how we almost had it all.”

And then cue the endless tears.

Seokjin sighed, his eyes trained on the younger man he claimed to have raised on his own since he was thirteen. It was rare to see him cry. He always toughed it out, always had this innate need to prove himself to his older brothers despite the repeated assurance they gave him that they were tough so he wouldn’t need to. But he was stubborn. And in turn, he became a hardened man, a no-nonsense CEO and a violent leader of the underworld.

Well, until he married her. Suddenly, the sun seemed to have finally shone on his world. Seokjin could remember how happy and giddy Jungkook looked when he put the ring on her finger. He could remember how excited he was to come home to her everyday, even going as far as telling them how wonderful she was, or that cute thing she did for him, or how her cooking was the best he ever had.

Spoiler alert, though, she was the worst cook. She didn’t know that there was a distinct difference between a sugar and a salt, and no, just because they looked the same didn’t mean that they tasted the same.

See what love did to Jeon Jungkook, the pickiest person when it came to food?

Well, until she left.

“It’s not his birthday today,” Seokjin finally answered. “And eat. You’re far too thin.”

“Excuse me! I’m not!”

“Uhuh,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “Are you even eating three times a day?”

“Wh- well. N-no! Who has the time?” you sputtered, cheeks warming up from the attention you were getting from him.

He raised his brows at that before pointedly looking at your plate, making a mental note to ensure that your schedule from now on wouldn’t be so tight that you forgot to eat. Or better yet, he would personally visit the head of your department to berate him for not ensuring your well-being!

“And what do you mean that it’s not his birthday?”

“It’s his wedding anniversary today.”

Huh? Your eyes automatically went to his ring finger, only to find a tattoo that you didn’t notice before. It was a name. You thought that he must have been so in love to have permanently etched his wife’s name on his skin. However, another question popped in your mind.

“Then why is he here instead of with her?”

“She left her more than a year ago. He doesn’t know where she is right now.”

Your heart went out to the young man. He seemed to be so heartbroken evident from his tears and the sadness in his doe eyes. He was too young to be this sad, you thought. Seokjin’s eyes were on you as you looked at Jungkook. You were so soft, he thought. You wore your emotions on your sleeves, genuine concern etched on your face and he couldn’t help but marvel at your capacity for compassion despite only meeting him today.

“That’s so sad. No wonder he’s crying his heart out,” you mumbled, reaching out to pat the younger man’s broad back in display of silent support. “I don’t know how anyone can carry it.”

He nodded, “I don’t think I’ll ever have to know.”

You blinked owlishly at his statement. And when you turned to him, his eyes were dark. He was now looking at the glass of soju, twirling the liquid contents slowly.

“Why?” you asked what you shouldn’t have.

He smirked before drinking. His movements were languid before turning his dark and cold eyes to you. “Because, sunshine, I don’t think I have it in me to allow my wife to leave me.”

That should have been your first warning.

And to Kim Seokjin, that was his first warning to himself.

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He didn’t avoid you. No.

But for the following week, he was distant. He smiled at you when he saw you, but other than that, he did not engage. He greeted you when you greeted him, but other than that, he claimed to have an urgent appointment every time.

See, one step forward was two steps backward when it came to him, you thought. And perhaps, it was for the better. Had this progressed beyond a harmless crush, you would have been hurt. You would only bring him down with you. So for the next days, you threw yourself at work, saying yes to whatever assistance your colleagues needed, even going as far as offering your help to their research.

What? It was an overtime which equated to overtime pay!

That was what you reasoned to yourself, and nope, it was not because you were avoiding excess time to think about that handsome doctor.

Perhaps, what deviated in your work was the amount of free meals the department was getting. It even came to the point was when you didn’t go out of the office for lunch, the department head himself went in and demanded you to eat. You were confused as you followed him out and wondered why he looked a bit terrified. Other than that, you week was calm.

This was good, you convinced yourself as you waited in line for your turn to order, less time with him meant that whatever crush you had for him would die a natural death. You certainly weren’t hurt that your last interaction meant nothing to him when he claimed to have wanted you there with him. You nodded to yourself as you thought that Seokjin looked like a walking heartbreak just waiting to happen.

“Come on, just admit you like her! Why else would you reallocate the budget to cater the food for their department?!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes at his Doctor Seong-min and his obnoxious voice. The two doctors decided to step out for the afternoon to grab a decent coffee. He shifted impatiently in line, silently willing the people ahead him to order faster so he could physically separate himself from his colleague and escape the conversation. He had yet to forgive him for almost getting the coffee his sunshine got for him.

Wait, what?!

His?

See, this was why he needed coffee!

“I heard our branch in the far province desperately needs a resident surgeon. Maybe you want to transfer there?” he asked quietly, the tone of threat not even hidden as he smiled at the man. The mention of transferring to a far-flung province was a thinly veiled threat, one that Seong-min knew Seokjin was all too capable of carrying out if pushed far enough.

“Damn, dude. Chill. If you don’t like her, just say so. I’m just 307% sure that you do-“

“We can’t have doctors that are bad at math! What do you mean 307%?!-“

“Oh, is it 400% now?” he blinked innocently at the man who was berating him, his voice increasing and his ears reddening from his emotions. It was fun to see him like this, Seong-min noted. He was always calm and collected even in the face of emergencies. Seokjin seemed to always know what to do in every situation, and now, one mention of your name and he became like this.

With a forced smile, Seokjin turned to face Seong-min, his voice low and tinged with frustration. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, though the denial rang hollow even to his own ears.

Seong-min merely chuckled, unfazed by Seokjin's attempt at deflection. "Come on, Jin. It's written all over your face," he teased, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "You can't fool me.”

He glared at him and Seong-min felt a shiver down his spine as though he was facing a dangerous person and not the peace-loving and hardworking doctor he knew since they were in university. “Fine! I just asked because my friend saw Doctor Y/N and asked me to set her up with him! I was just being a good friend to you-“

What?

See, the mention of another man was what finally pushed him to the very edge and he could feel the fragile sanity of his breaking. However, what he didn’t expect from his genius brain was stupidity.

“Seong-min, are you even using your brain? Why would I, the perfect and genius Doctor Kim Seokjin, ever like someone as bland as her? I have taste. And she could never reach my taste in women. She’s not the same stature as me. She’s so far below me that it’s embarrassing to even insinuate that I feel something for her. Besides, I only entertain her because she’s funny-“

Seong-min’s eyes went in front as the line moved, and it was because of you.

With the steaming cup of hot coffee in your hand, you turned to them. You didn’t say anything. You just watched as Seokjin continued his tirade, completely unaware of your presence, adding lashes to your heart and ego.

God, you were so embarrassed. How could you have thought that he was anything but a rich man who looked down at people beneath him? How could he hurt you where it hurts?

“Honestly, the least she could do is to move faraway from me. She’s nothing-“

It was only when Seong-min pushed his shoulder that he finally noticed you and your tear-filled eyes. He blinked repeatedly as though he was just starting to understand of your presence here, that you were not just a figment of his worst nightmare came to life.

He called for you.

He knew he did.

But instead, you stalked away from him as you tried to salvage whatever was left of your dignity.

“Seriously, Seokjin, you’re an idiot,” Seong-min said, shaking his head in disdain. Seokjin had no choice but to agree.

He was the biggest idiot.

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Forever Yours | Mat Barzal

summary: when Mat’s words send the argument too far it sends him into a day of true self reflection.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing.

word count: 3.41k

authors note: this request was really good and I tried to fulfil it as well as I could and do that little bit more for it too. It took my an embarrassingly long amount of time to write this but I think that it was all worth it in the end. I really did love this one so I’m hoping that you guys did too, so to those of you who do read it all, thank you.

Today was one of those days.

The one where you want to crawl into a ball and hope that if you shut your eyes tight enough you’ll wake up and realise that it was all just some bad dream.

Zack your youngest has been clinging to your side as he is going through teething. Then the twins who were weeks away from turning four were having the worst time of their lives. Whilst Oscar lost his teddy bear to the family lab Marley, Marcus only wanted his father who was far too busy preparing for the end of the season’s playoff run.

And that brings that to why you were having a bad day.

The crockpot decided to turn off at some point during the day so you no longer had dinner cooking, Amazon delivered your package that had the boys presents in it to the scary neighbour. The boys had you chasing them around publix because they kept on running away. And to top it all off you had dirty laundry that could have been coming out of your ears you had so much to do.

Which is why you were honestly giving yourself a pat on the back for getting Zack to sleep before Mat came home “daddy!” Marcus cheered running over to his father who came in the front door.

You wiped your hands on the kitchen cloth that was in front of you before you turned to where the noise had been coming from “hi love.” You yawned as your eyes grew heavy when the lack of sleep that you had began to catch up with you.

Mat furrowed his brows as he saw that the dinner table wasn’t even set yet “boys already eat?” He asked giving you a side hug.

A quick shake of your head had him scoffing “what the hell was so important today that you couldn’t get dinner ready for five thirty?” The hockey player had a rough day where he couldn’t seem to score a single goal during practice today and he brought that negative mood home with him “boys why don’t you go to the playroom?” You asked the twins sending their father a glare “we are not doing this with them here.” You warned as the boys ran off unaware of the glaring match that their parents held.

Mat crossed his arms as he tapped his foot against the floor “you haven’t answered my question yet.” His voice was condescending as it made you feel sick to your stomach.

You sighed “day just got really out of hand.” You mumbled picking up that he wasn’t going to be interested in hearing about what your sons had gotten up to today.

From the lost teeth to breakdowns in the grocery store, if you could name it the event probably happened.

Yet your words didn’t harbour the response you hoped “I don’t go to work for you guys to sit on your fucking asses all day!” Mat hadn’t noted when his frustration on his day morphed into frustration about you.

At this point one of the twins began crying “sitting on my ass?” You let out a laugh “do you know how hard it is to raise these boys myself?” You crossed your arms. You loved your kids but you were getting spread far too thin to keep yourself afloat.

Now you had both clearly gone too far “from where I stand it’s a pretty easy job.” Those words came with a slash of a knife that couldn’t exactly be taken back.

The look on your face in that very moment was one that Mat hadn’t seen before “if you think it is so easy then you take the kids tomorrow.” You proposed with a smirk “what are you gonna do?” Mat couldn’t believe that he was entertaining your thoughts.

Quickly the penny dropped in your head “the girls haven’t seen me in months. They want to go to a spa.” You raised your eyebrows with a smirk “deal.” Mat nodded his head as he reached his hand out to shake yours.

Part of you found it sad to believe that this was what you had gotten to “where are you going?” Mat wrapped his hand around your arm as you went to move away “to deal with our crying child because it clearly seems that you aren’t planning on it!” You shot back clenching your fists as you walked into the playroom.

Whilst you spent the night taking care of your boys tucking them in Mat was on the phone to Anthony debriefing the events that had happened “you were an ass dude.” The younger boy rolled his eyes as he rubbed his hand along his jaw.

Years ago you would have been Anthony’s dream girl, you were Anthony’s dream girl but when Mat won you the younger boy took his defeat gracefully “look I can’t exactly go and tell her I fucked up now?” Mat grumbled as he stared at the ring in the box.

Six years of dating and three kids to show for it yet no ring on your finger, or at least not yet “sorry dude.” Anthony apologised as he shook his head “you have to lie in the bed that you have made.” He shrugged seeing Mat’s face soaked in regret.

So Mat got to watch as he realised the consequences of his actions “I will say that she does love you just as much as she loves those kids.” As godfather to all three Tito could see just how much all three of those kids meant to you “so if y/n is y/n then I suggest you start looking for the checklists.” The comment about your organisation skills made both boys laugh.

Getting to watch you craft the step by step lists that you loved so much made Mat’s days “I should get going.” The Islander player sighed seeing the bedroom door open as your body appeared.

You sent Mat an awkward smile as you watched him throw his phone to the side “hey-” Mat spoke up as you went to your closet.

Pulling random items of clothing together you tried to ignore your boyfriend “the boys are down.” You announced grabbing onto some old band tee that you had found in your closet “so I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight.” Mat wanted to argue, he wanted you in his bed because as much as you so badly wanted him to feel a of the ounce of the stress that you had felt dealing with the rough parts of the single parenting lifestyle this week.

But instead he watched on “you sure?” Were the only words that he could find in his mind that his mouth would let out.

It was a far cry from the fight you wanted him to put up “I thought I’d been sleeping with a guy who wanted to see me today, but since that isn’t the case I’d rather be alone.” You sent Mat a nod feeling too tired to cause a fight tonight.

The guest bedroom was bleak in comparison to your bedroom. The walls were decorated yet the love that had been soaked into the walls of your room hadn’t been carried to the very room that you sat in.

Playing with the beaten up hem of the band tee you had grabbed only now realising the memories that had woven themselves into the stitched fabric.

This was more than just a simple shirt to you and Mat. This was the first shirt you stole from him, the shirt you were in when he asked you to move in. The one when you went into labour with Zack. If something could capture your relationship. It was that shirt.

ABBA blared through the speakers of your apartment as you danced to it. Mat had been on a road trip for the last two weeks and you being heavily pregnant you were in nothing but Mat’s shirt.

The boy ended up arriving quietly as you couldn’t hear him over the sound of the music “holy shit!” You clutched at your chest as you locked eyes with the boy “I was just starting to enjoy that show.” Mat frowned as he pushed off from against the doorframe.

His hands ran over your stomach as he smiled “missed you.” His words were soft as he kissed your lips.

You looked like a sight for sore eyes in his shirt “missed you too.” You smiled as you ran your finger over his cheek.

So you couldn’t help it when you stared in the mirror and watched on as tears welled in your eyes making you unlock your phone “momma.” You sobbed as the call connected “Mat and I had a fight.”

When Mat woke up that next morning the mix of the irritated looks on the twins faces and the lack of your presence on the other side of the bed served as a reminder for the events of the previous night.

Oscar was the first to speak up “we’re gonna be late.” He pointed to the clock making Mat’s eyes go wide “where is your mom?” Mat groaned rubbing his eyes as the sleep caught in his fingers.

Marcus pulled the note out of his pyjama shorts pocket “momma gave this to me.” Of course you had gone and kissed the boys before you left to head to New Jersey for the day.

𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓃𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒.

Getting both boys dressed was one thing but almost forgetting that Zack was asleep in his cot truly took the cake “forgetting someone?” Oscar furrowed his eyebrows as he pointed at the picture of the three boys you had taken for Christmas “fuck me!” Mat pinched the bridge of his nose “swear jar!” The twins spoke at the same time as they watched Mat run back upstairs.

Mat had realised that he had truly screwed up when the boys didn’t even say goodbye to him when they left “tell mom we miss her.” Oscar mumbled as he let the car door shut with a slam behind him.

Zack was peacefully playing with the toy that Marcus had dropped into his hands “you okay buddy?” Mat looked into the rear view mirror to see that his youngest was now looking back at him “mama!” Zack cooed as he let out a giggle “I know, I miss her too.” The hockey player let out a sigh as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in front of him.

You let the warm water of the jacuzzi calm your nerves as you peacefully sipped on your mimosa “so what did Mat do?” Maisie asked as she cocked her head.

It pulled your attention away from the bubbling water “what makes you think that he did something?” You shot back ignoring her smirk “it’s been three years since we last went to the spa. What has your husband done to bring you back here?” Before kids the spa was a bimonthly tradition for the two of you.

Maisie sighed as you kept quiet “boyfriend and we fought.” You corrected her looking down at your bare ring finger “tell me what happened.” She reached out to hold your hand “basically-” you were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing “hello?” You asked quickly answering it.

“I know you said that Mr Barzal was picking the boys up today but the boys are still here.” It was forty minutes after the boys were meant to be picked up “I’ll be right there.” You cursed the universe as you got up.

Water ran down your body “Mat forgot the twins at school.” You explained shaking your head “I’m sorry but I have to-” stress made your cheeks turn red “go, I’ll come with.” Maisie didn’t even have you finish talking before she followed you out of there.

Mat bounced Zack in his arms as they walked back to the car “what does your mom want?” Mat furrowed his eyebrows to see that you had sent him twenty missed calls.

You didn’t let him get a word in “Mat you have done some stupid things in your life but this truly takes the cake.” You spat pinching the bridge of your nose.

Thankfully for you the twins always assumed that you were the one meant to pick them up so they didn’t realise that they had been forgotten about “hi dad!” Marcus giggled from the back of the car “shit.” Mat slapped his hand over his mouth “swear jar!”

Mat knew he had screwed up once more “Zack had a good check up and that ear infection is gone!” The hockey player let out an awkward sigh as he watched Zack babble on to himself.

You wanted to yell at him but for now you were going to have to remain quiet “we can talk about it at home.” You hung up before Mat could say anything more to you “I think momma’s gonna kill me.” Mat groaned shaking his head as he placed Zack into his car seat.

Maisie had kept you calm until she left wanting to give you a moment to gather your thoughts before Mat came home “mama!” Zack cooed as the front door opened.

He was happy on his fathers hip until he saw you “he didn’t take his bottle today.” Mat explained as Zack reached out to grab you “it’s because he’s teething.” You explained handing your baby the teething toy you had grabbed when you heard the door open.

That served as another reminder to Mat about your strengths as a parent “where are the boys?” Guilt began to consume him as he thought about what he had done to the twins “playroom.” You tilted your head in their direction.

Mat sent you a nod “can we talk?” He pleaded wanting everything to go back to how it was.

All of his teammates had sent him messages expressing how they were on your side because Mat fucked up “you go talk to your sons, I’m gonna feed this one.” You shook your head not agreeing with him “then we can talk.” You sent him a soft smile before you walked upstairs wanting to feed Zack in peace.

The twins were forever on your side no matter how much they missed their father “you know mom told Nana.” Oscar knew about his grandmother’s distaste for Mat. She always did believe that her daughter deserved more than a hockey player who was keeping her in New York.

Mat frowned at the news “I’m sorry I’ve been really shitty to you both.” He apologised watching the twins look at each other with a smirk “I know I’ll put another dollar in the swear jar.” He added in a predictable tone.

The twins got up when their father dropped his head to stare at the ground as he crouched in front of them “I think we can let you get a free pass.” Oscar announced wrapping his arms around Mat “but only if you go apologise to mom.” Marcus added on replicating his brothers actions “yeah I miss moms waffles.” Oscars complaints brought a smile to Mat’s face.

It made him laugh as he nodded “I think I can find a way to make sure you guys get those.” The boys let out a cheer at the news.

Zack had fallen asleep the moment he finished eating “can we talk?” Mat asked as he knocked on the door to see you sat on the bed as you folded laundry.

Your absolute definition of the worst thing on the planet.

Mat laughed as he watched you scrunched up your face reacting to how he folded clothes “you got something you want to say?” Mat raised his eyebrows as he placed his boxers on the table in front of him.

You sighed “you’re doing it wrong.” You shook your head as you reached out to fix what he had done.

It made him smirk “what?” You looked for an answer to his amused expression “as someone who hates folding laundry you are doing a pretty good job.” Mat pointed out as he crossed his arms.

Your mouth formed an o as you let out a gasp “cause you’re doing it wrong!” You threw his boxers at him “want to show me the right way to do it?” You raised your eyebrows as you heard his offer “if that was to get me into your bed once more-” your relationship with the boy had only been going on for a few weeks but you had been friends for years.

The hockey player grabbed your hand as he pulled you onto his lap “then I’d have to try a lot less to be a lot more successful.” Mat brushed his hand along your cheek “I’d like to see you try.” You let out a squeal when he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.

When Mat’s body weight pressed against the mattress it pulled you away from that memory “I don’t know how you do that everyday.” Mat blurted out as he looked at you.

It brought you some comfort hearing his apology “you are incredible and I was stupid.” The hockey player continued as he ran his fingers through his hair “that’s one way to put it.” You let out a soft laugh “I’m so sorry for everything I did.” Mat reached out to grab your hand.

You smiled at the contact “thank you.” Your voice was soft as you sent him a smile “and I promise I will never leave our children at school again.” His words made you laugh “I’m not letting you live that one down.” You shook your head as he grinned “thought as much.”

Both of you remained silent for a moment just enjoying the peace “I appreciate your apology.” You mumbled fiddling with your nails.

Mat stopped you as he forced your fingers down to the mattress “I have something I need to tell you.” The hockey player announced reaching over to his bedside cabinet.

You shook your head stopping him “I have something to say first.” Amit the chaos that was yesterday you failed to tell Mat the news “you go first then.” He let the box drop into his drawer as he waited to hear what it was that you had to say.

He smiled as he watched you run into the bathroom with a smile on your face “Zack was meant to wear this really cute onesie that I ordered when I thought about this but-” Mat cut you off as he got up to follow you “just spit it out.” His voice was soft as he sent you a thumbs up.

You showed him the pregnancy test as you chewed at the inside of your cheek “say something?” Somehow you were more nervous about showing it to him now than you had for any of the other three pregnancies combined.

Mat pursed his lips together “I was going to say this to you in a few minutes but I’ll do it now.” A moment truly hadn’t felt better than this one did.

He dropped to his knee “I can’t see my life without you and today cemented that more than any other did.” Mat confessed making you smile “the ring is in my drawer-” he rambled making you grin “just ask me so I can say yes you big goof!” You kneeled as you smiled locking your hand with his.

“Marry me so I can spend the rest of my life with you?”

Eight and a half months later

Mat and you enjoyed the last moments of silence as you stared at your newest edition of the family.

But of course the moment had to end eventually when Anthony opened the door with the twins and Zack in tow “is my goddaughter everything we thought she would be and more?” Anthony smiled as he carried a bouquet in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Mat nodded crouching down to show the boys their sister “couldn’t have said it better myself.” He nodded knowing that this was going to be the child that was truly going to wrap everyone around her finger.

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houpss · 10 months ago

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Dawg I’m actually begging crying on my knees for you to do a reverse version where like reader dies protecting skz 😭😭😭 ofc obvi no pressure, like only if you’d like to 🙏🏻🩷 you write so well im like obsessed

ububububu.....I'm very pleased to hear this! thanks for the idea, love 🩷🫂

I'm eating strawberries and crying, I literally feel bad about this job 😭😭😭

SKZ's reaction to your death ver. hyung line

maknae line

It pains me to write this work, my heart breaks and I begin to believe in this nonsense... BUT REMEMBER THAT ONLY PERSONALITIES ARE TAKEN FROM THE REAL SKZ, EVERYTHING REST IS FICTION!

Bang Chan

It happened...suddenly.

Chan returned home before you, he wanted to cook you dinner and then turn on a new movie that he recently found.

He knew that you were stuck at work, so he wasn’t too worried.

An hour has passed... you're gone, but you should be back by now. Two hours have passed, Chan is nervous.

He called you, you didn’t pick up, he called you so many times, but you didn’t hear.

At two o'clock in the morning he receives a call on his phone. He jumps out of bed, hoping it's you calling, but it's just an unfamiliar number.

He picks up the phone, he just hopes you're okay.

"Are you Bang Christopher Chan? I'm sorry..Y/N Bang died."

Chan thought it was a joke, a very unfunny joke.

He can only come to consciousness when he sees your body. Road accident, you didn't survive.

He will ask Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin to come out quite aggressively, because they came with him.

He ran his fingers over your pale face, tears forming in his eyes. Impossible.

He strokes your hair, strokes your hands, stopping at your fingers...he squeezes your hand tightly. Why did you leave him?

Tears fall on your lifeless body, you would be very upset if you saw Chan crying.

They can only drag him out of your room in the morning, he didn’t want to let go of your body until the end, it was like he was possessed.

"No, don't take me...I have to stay with her! I don't want to be taken away from her"

"she’s probably so cold and scared... she’s alone there, she’s already lifeless.”

He blamed himself, he could have taken you away from work, but why didn’t you ask?

The exit from the hospital is filled with reporters and paparazzi, the shocking news shocked many: “Model and Actress, Bang Chan’s wife Y/N Bang died in a car accident.”

Thanks to the members, they protected Chan from reporters and endless paparazzi. Chan did not walk behind as usual, but in the middle, and a ring was created around the participant.

Chan doesn’t remember anything, he just cried, he cries so much and loudly.

The members refused to leave him, although he asked so. They went to the dorm.

A day has passed... two days have passed... a week has passed. Funeral.

He remembers everything very vaguely, he was the last one to kiss your forehead before the coffin lid was closed.

Now he is completely alone.

He eats very little and hardly leaves the room. Minho literally force feeds him.

Your photos are open on his phone, you are on his wallpaper.

He doesn’t want to live without you, he wants you so much.

His tears never dry, he cries constantly. There are no emotions inside him, he is dead.

He looked through your correspondence... his heart ached madly.

He just loves you so much, he loves only you.

He apologized profusely to your family, it was his fault.

In the end he won't cope and he will leave for you. Chan was found hanged in his room. There was a note on the table with the words: “I can’t live without her, I’m nothing without her... forgive me.”

Lee Minho

People come and go. The simple meaning of life

But you couldn't leave him...not you

If you loved, then you would not have left...WHY DID YOU LEAVE HIM?

Overdose of antidepressants.

He found you in your apartment, you were lying on the bed, wrapped in a blanket... you seemed to be sleeping, but your heart was not beating.

What if he had found you earlier?

He would have stopped you.

He found a letter next to you... your last will and love for him

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤...𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰"

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐨"

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞."

IT'S NOT EASIER WITHOUT YOU

He has been crying for several days in a row. Even the members can't pull it out.

He became so aggressive and closed.

His heart rotted and broke without you

He falls asleep with your sweatshirt on, with your perfume on it.

The company releases a statement that Minho is taking an indefinite hiatus from activities.

He wants to close his eyes, open his eyes and have you next to him.

He went through many treatments with you and visited many psychiatrists.

You smiled at him so much, so what happened?

Minho cried for the first time in front of the members, everyone was broken with your death.

After your death, he smoked for the first time.

The cigarette smoke calmed him down at least a little. And in your dreams you came to him, you talked to him a lot.

He became very closed off to himself, even Jisung couldn’t get him to talk.

Everything and everywhere reminded him of you

Your bottle of perfume...your drawings, your rings, your elastic bands, your sweaters

You would curse if you saw him like this.

Only a month later, after your funeral, he dared to pick up your phone.

To mom, dad and sister: “I’m sorry that I’m so weak.. I would like a better life for you, I wanted to live better and happier. I’m a bad daughter.”

To SKZ:"Sorry...be strong, you are world stars and become even more popular..."

To Minho:"I repent of you, I hate myself for what I did. I have about ten minutes left...And in these ten minutes I will continue to love you, Lee Minho. Maybe we will meet in the next life?"

The emotions he had been holding back burst out.

He screamed, his scream deafening the silence.

Physical pain in his heart pierced him. how the bitch it hurts.

Now he's wearing your big jacket.

“Please protect me, Y/N.”

SEO CHANGBIN

"Police lieutenant Seo Y/N was shot..she died while intercepting a drug gang. The ambulance did not have time to arrive"

What did he just hear? Why are they saying your name?

Is this a mistake? Maybe they got it wrong?

He refused to believe it until he was asked to come to the morgue to identify the body.

Yes, you were lying there...a bullet in the forehead.

Changbin turned away, he couldn’t look at you. He's scared.

Probably then he realized all the pain, he stopped living.

Felix and Seungmin forcibly dragged him away from the morgue.

He was never against your work, he was just proud of you. Of course, his wife is a police lieutenant.

He knew it was dangerous, but could anything bad happen to you?

"Changbin, she died a hero, please...be the same hero for her."

There were so many people at your funeral, why did they all come?

Changbin felt lost, Chan was holding his hand. Changbin couldn't navigate the space.

Time doesn't heal anything, remember.

He lost the desire to exist

He hated your job after your death, it's all your damn job.

Will you protect Changbin? Are you his guardian angel?

From time to time he hears your voice.

He will come to your parents and ask for forgiveness.

Really, forgive him.

He will take your dog with him, it seems... the dog really misses you, where is his owner?

Changbin doesn't like music anymore, he stopped working out, he stopped eating.

"Y/N would be upset if she knew that you wanted to leave the group."

"She told you to create for the sake of people's happiness."

"WITHOUT HER THERE IS NO FUCKING THIS HAPPINESS..."

You would like him to continue writing and working.

He will stay for your sake... and for the sake of the members, these three months they kept him afloat, he literally clung to them.

Your dog now has 8 caring men

Changbin brings red Lilies, your favorite flowers, to your grave every week.

Hwang Hyunjin

You have been married for five years, recently celebrated your anniversary.

You were the happiest couple! STAY blessed couple , the participants were incredibly happy about your couple.

You found out that you are pregnant.

Hyunjin was incredibly happy! Members will become uncles to your baby.

Felix took the place of godfather.

Chan and Minho were responsible for choosing the name.

And Changbin, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin made rooms for your baby!

But...you had a back injury, which made it dangerous to give birth.

You didn't care, you were going to have the baby.

Difficulties began immediately during contractions, Hyunjin was with you all the time.

He was forced to leave the room in the middle of labor.

The members who were waiting in the corridor were very worried.

Sudden silence.

The doctor came out of the maternity room and said: “Congratulations, you have a daughter... please accept my condolences, your wife has died.”

What?

It sounded so absurd.

Hyunjin walked into your room, you looked so tired...so sad. sad aphrodite.

Hyunjin kissed your forehead, one hand on your neck, the other holding your hand.

"Thank you for daughter...and forgive me, I love you very much"

Tears rolled down Hyunjin's cheeks, the tears were like pearls.

Hyunjin went home with the members.. The workers left your daughter in the hospital for several days.

Hyunjin seemed to understand nothing, he understood absolutely nothing.

"The baby will grow up in love, Hyunjin"

"We will all take care of her..she is an extension of Y/N" These words from Chan hurt Hyunjin's heart...He will protect and love his daughter.

Hyunjin is always crying, his eyes are red, his face is swollen from crying.

It hurt even more when Seungmin brought your favorite coffee.

In three days we could pick up our daughter.

All eight participants went to the maternity hospital.

They brought out a small package for you, what a tiny little thing.

Hyunjin looked at the little baby as if he were the eighth wonder of the world, the girl was sleeping. Hyunjin could have sworn that she would look like you.

"We'll call her Viyoung" Why is this in tune with Vendetta?

The guy nodded approvingly, tears flowing down his cheeks again.

The members took turns holding the bundle with the baby in their hands.

"I will love you so much, Viyoung...just like your mother loved you."

“Your uncles will take care of you...you will grow up with complete love.”

They went home, everything will be fine. Your memory will never fade away. Hyunjin will raise a beautiful daughter. She's a copy of you, but with Hyunjin's eyes.

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luvv-nikki · 1 year ago

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Stay with me

Pairing: College!Minho X Fem!Reader (the rest of skz is also mentioned)

Genre: Fluff, a lil angst

WC: 2463

Warnings: Cussing (only like twice), Sweet Minho, mentions of a break up, insecurity, crying, kissing, super sweet and cheesy relationship, mentions of drinking the reader and Minho are already best friends ^^ (I think that’s it)

Summary: Your bestfriend comforts you after a breakup and ends up kissing you leaving you confused

A/N: random brain thought idk how I feel about this though…

You used your spare key to open the door to your best friend's apartment, locking it behind you. You slowly trudged your way to his room, knocking on the door. “Come in.” You heard on the other side of the door and opened it without hesitation. You saw the confusion on Minho’s face as you walked in. “What’re you-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you broke down into tears. He immediately rushed over to you, holding you steady as you hunched over, slowly lowering you to the floor. Minho wasn’t a man of many words, and he knew you were going to tell him anyway, so he didn’t say anything; he just held you close in his embrace, which is all you wanted.

After rocking you back and forth for a little, he picked you up with ease, carrying you bridal style to his bed. He gently put you down, tucking you in and slowly wiping the tears from your face, but it didn’t matter because you were ugly crying, so the tears just came right back. “Stay here," he said before walking out of the room.

You heard parts of the conversation as Minho called Chris. He explained that he was busy and that the boys would have to wait a little later to come over. You then heard commotion in the kitchen before he came back into the room, closing the door behind him. He placed a glass of water on the nightstand next to you before getting in the bed next to you.

You took a sip of the water before putting it back and cuddling up to Minho. It wasn’t weird since you had done it multiple times before. He was your best friend after all. He put your head on his chest, softly caressing your shoulder. It was almost as if it was on cue as you started talking.

“Michael left me.” You choked out through your sobs, and Minho’s face immediately dropped as you rambled to him. “He said Rachel was better, and I just don’t understand. I did everything for him.” Minho never liked your boyfriend—well, your ex-boyfriend now—and he made it obvious with his looks alone. He held you closer, letting you cry on him.

“It’s not fair. Why can’t I be pretty or the perfect girl? I always have to be clumsy or annoying. I wish I could cook without burning the food; I wish I could clean without knocking something over; and I wish I was beautiful. I just wish I was the perfect girl.” Before you could continue, you were cut off by Minho’s lips on yours. Your body reacted before your brain, and you kissed back, letting yourself melt into the touch. He pulled away but didn’t seem bothered in the least; in fact, he didn’t even move away. His face was still inches away from his as you slightly tilted your head up, making eye contact.

“You are the perfect girl. He’s an idiot for losing you, and... you’re so beautiful it makes my head spin even while you’re crying.” He said quietly before wiping the tears from your face, except this time you had stop crying. You slowly slid out the bed and thanked him quickly before making up some stupid excuse for having to leave and rushing out of the apartment.

——

You spent the next few days ignoring Minho, though it was really hard, mostly because you guys were in the same friend group and he had been your best friend nonstop since middle school. You needed him. He was the person you talked to, ate with, did homework with and spent all of your spare time with. You stared down at your homework and realized you haven’t understood anything since high school, but it didn’t affect you until now because Minho would help you with everything, but he can’t now because you were avoiding him.

He had texted and called multiple times. The texts started with him asking if you were avoiding him, then it slowly turned to him asking how you’re handling the breakup, and then there was the “I’m sorry.” Text at 3 a.m.; eventually, he gave up. You have told the other 7 boys about the breakup, and they had been trying to convince you to come out the house, but they didn’t know about what happened between you and Minho.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You didn’t even think twice before opening it, thinking it was your food. You were very wrong. All eight boys entered your apartment with food, games and drinks. You immediately closed the door and rushed over to Hyunjin. “What are you all doing here?” You asked frantically, looking around.

Hyunjin laughed and patted your head. “You’ve refused to come out your house, so we came to you, plus it’s Friday. Game night.” He said, gesturing over to the boys, who were setting up the board games, card games and Nintendo. You sighed, pinching your nose.

“Game night.” You repeated cursing under your breath.

“Y/N!” Felix said before hugging you from behind and lifting you off the floor, causing you to yelp. “I missed you! Let’s play Mario Kart.” He was so loud, and finally you felt the eyes you'd been avoiding landing on you. You could feel the rage radiating off of Minho from where you were standing, and it was the scariest thing you'd experienced.

Felix put you down, and you slowly backed up to your room. "Listen, I really have work to do, but you guys can," Seungmin’s hand gripped your wrist, stopping you.

“You can’t keep avoiding us. Eat something.” He said simply before leading you to the kitchen, only to be met with Jeongin, who was standing on the other side of the counter, picking up some sushi with his chopsticks and force-feeding it to you.

“We’re your friends,” he said with a fake gag before continuing. “We’re not gonna let you sulk over some idiot for the rest of your life.” He said before eating some sushi himself.

“I’m dying without the only other genius in our friend group.” Hyunjin cried dramatically, getting a synchronized “hey!” from some of the other boys.

They kept you in the kitchen and living room, forcing you to eat and talk to them no matter how hard you tried to get away, and eventually you accepted it and even had fun. Though Minho still hadn’t said a word to you, you could definitely feel him burning holes into the back of your head.

The guys decided to take a few shots, but you opted out along with Minho. Still, the boys begged to play uno. So here you were, all circled around the table, playing a heated card game. “Hey, you guys notice Y/N isn’t all cuddled up with Minho tonight.” Hyunjin teased, causing everyone’s eyes to fall to you and then to Minho, who was all the way on the other side of the table.

“Now this is the breakup of the century.” Jisung whined before letting out a very loud fake cry. You cringed, and he put his hands up in surrender. “Too early? My bad.” He said, and you gestured towards the game so they would keep playing, but the awkward tension was getting the best of you.

“I have to piss.” You said before putting your cards on the table and getting up to go to the bathroom. You could hear the boys humming and calling out as if you had just been called to the principal's office, but you didn’t think much of it. That was until you were trapped in between Minho’s arms against the wall.

“What the fuck is your problem? We’ve been friends for almost our entire lives, and now you’re gonna act like I don’t exist over a stupid kiss?” He said in a whisper, not wanting to cause a scene.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said simply while trying to duck under his arm, but he just moved it down and put his leg out further, trapping you.

“You won’t even look at me. Look at me.” He said turning your head with his other hand. “Are my feelings a joke to you?"

“What?” You question and he leaned in further his gaze enough to make you weak in the knees.

“You kissed me back, then completely shut me out. You know I like you, so what? Are you just using me for your own personal gain because you know I can’t say no to you?” He asked, and you immediately had a confused expression on your face.

“Wait back up. What do you mean I know you like me?” You asked, and he took a deep breath, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you close to him.

“Don’t play stupid. I’ve been giving you hints since high school.” He muttered, and this only confused you further.

“What? What are you talking about, Min?” You asked and watched how he was now just as shocked as you.

"Y/N, you’re the only girl I talk to and hang out with on a daily basis; I’m nice to you and only you; I do anything you ask; I always try to impress you; I always ask you to go places or do things with me; I’m always looking at you or touching you; and I even sent you flowers on Valentine’s Day, telling you how I felt, and you rejected me and started dating Michael.” He said that, and the last sentence especially made you physically recoil.

“Min… I never rejected you. Michael brought the flowers inside and said they were from him. There was no note. I had no clue you liked me, and I thought you just kissed me out of pity or the heat of the moment. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my feelings, so I ignored you.” You explained and watched as the rage fell from his face.

“Are you seriously that oblivious? Must I confess to you in person?” He asked with a small smile. “Alright fine. Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I never want you out of my sight. I love you, so will you stop being dense and kiss me already? I’ve already been waiting 8 years.” You didn’t hesitate, and you kissed him immediately after he finished. He smirked and kissed you back, pulling you closer.

He slightly pulled away, placing another peck on your lips. “Does this mean I can be your boyfriend?” He asked, and the way Minho worded things was always so perfect. He was so perfect.

“Only if I can be your girlfriend.” You replied, and he smiled, leaning in again.

“Sounds like a deal to me.” He whispered before kissing you again. It was like he was addicted to your lips, especially with his small praises in between kisses.

The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the presence of Changbin, Jisung and Felix until Changbin squealed like a little girl. Minho immediately let go of you, slightly embarrassed. Changbin was fake fainting and being the biggest fanboy along with Jisung as Felix apologized and tried to get them back to the living room, which didn’t help since Changbin and Jisung started screaming to the rest of the boys about Minho being a sweetheart and how “their ship has finally sailed."

The two of you walked back to the living room, all eyes on you, waiting to see if the news was true or not. Minho slowly grabbed your hand, walking over to the table that was now surrounded by cheering boys. Minho quickly got embarrassed by this and let go of your hand, reclaiming his spot while you reclaimed yours and picked back up the uno game as if nothing happened. That didn’t stop you and Minho from sharing small glances a small smile on both of your faces until one of you got nervous or one of the other boys caught Minho, and his smile would immediately drop back to his neutral face.

Eventually the boys drank themselves to sleep, and it was just you and Min. You didn’t move them much, but the two of you gave them pillows and blankets before silently agreeing to go to your room. You quietly closed the door before sitting on your bed. Minho sat at your desk, looking at the empty paper. Without a second thought, he picked up your pencil and worked through it. You didn’t even realize until he turned around and showed you the paper. “You really can't do anything without me, huh?” He said with a teasing tone, and you rolled your eyes, standing up and walking over to him.

“I didn’t need help; I just didn’t get to it yet.” You replied, causing him to laugh. “Ok seriously? You don’t have to brag about it, smartass.” You replied, snatching the paper out his hand and putting it in your bag.

“What about thank you? I don’t work for free, you know.” He said putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“But you were going to.”

You couldn’t believe this guy’s ego. You scoffed and shook your head because, honestly, he was right, but you wouldn’t admit that. “Thank you, Minho.” You said and tried to walk away, but he pulled you down on his lap.

“You’re welcome, Kitten.” He whispered, his hands caressing your waist while your eyebrow raised slightly.

“Kitten?” You asked, and he smiled.

“What? too soon?” You shook your head and smiled.

“I like it.” You muttered, and he leaned in. You closed the gap, kissing him softly.

“Now that’s a proper thank you.” He said making you giggle. “Let’s get you to bed, hm?” He said while lifting you and carrying you over to the bed. He tucked you in before kissing your head. He went to leave, but you grabbed his hand, causing him to turn back.

“Where are you going?” You asked, and he looked confused.

“To the living room to sleep? Why? are you okay?”

“Stay with me.”

“What?”

“Stay with me.” You repeated, and he scanned your face to see any sign that you were joking. Once he realized you were serious, he came and got in the bed with you, waiting until you turned the lamp off to hold you close.

“If any of the boys see this, I’m telling them you’re holding me hostage.” He said, and you giggled again.

He kissed your shoulder, then your ear. “Goodnight Kitten.” He whispered before leaving more small kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“Goodnight Min.” You whispered back.

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thefandomdirtymind · 1 year ago

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Sanji x reader where shes a bit of a spoiled girl with high standards, who was raised by a group of pirates who couldn’t have children of their own. When they retire, they encourage reader to go out on her own and she meets the straw hats and joins them because of her talent for stealing without getting caught. When Sanji joins the crew, he forms a crush on reader and does everything he can to impress her from his cooking to flowers to small gifts, but reader isn’t impressed one bit because her family always went big and made sure she never settled for the small things.

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi anon ! Thank you for your request ! You seem to have a precise idea so I hope you will accept the little modification I did. It at first start very well and then I get sick and to be fair I had kind of a hard time with the end. But I hope you will like it .

His High Standard Princess

OPLA - Sanji

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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If we were asking your adoptive fathers and their crew of fearsome pirates, they would call you their little miracle. Lost in the sea, booping on the wave like a message in a bottle, they had found you, infant in your little basket, crying with all the force of your small lungs. Not so far, they also found the rest of the wreckage of what seemed like two ships. They never had truly searched for what happened. Accidents weren't uncommon on the East blue, it suffice of an abordage going wrong, waking a sea monster of his nap or a storm to finish your life with the fishes.

The pirate ship wasn’t, of course, the best place for raising a child, but they both did their best, searching at each port they made a halt, to ask mothers about tricks and parental advice. Soon, you become a brave, smart and skilled woman, returning to your fathers their love, with the interest that you have grown to be one of the best thieves the world has ever seen. And it was a good thing that you were as quiet as a mouse on your feet, because being the little princess of a group of pirates meant they had cherished you and covered you in gold, giving you a strong appetite for the precious metal and some pretty high standard. Or, like your adoptive fathers always said, you knew your worth and didn’t settle for less.

That’s why you knew, when you saw the golden pendant in his bed of velvet, that you had to steal it, because you deserved it. It didn’t take you more than fifteen minutes, in broad daylight, for it to be your. Of course, you already had multiple necklaces, even one that looked like this one, but the truth was that you were bored and the stone in the center had your favorite shade of blue.

The action in your life was in a dangerous decline since your adoptive parent had decided to retire. You could understand, their life had been rough, with all the battles, storms and adventures. They deserve their peaceful life and as much as they encourage you to abandon them and go explore the world, you couldn’t bring in you the force to let them. But as you walk for the fifth time that road sinding the village in two, you can't help yourself to wonder what you could see and steal if you leave to live your own adventure.

You were taking a little snack, previously the propriety of the mayor's daughter, when you heard words you hadn't heard outside of your own house for a long time.

“ Nami, how far do you think we are from the Grand Line ? “ A young man wearing a straw hat, but nothing apparently valuable, said, passing in front of you.

The grand line, the place where most of your children's fairy tales took place. Every member of the crew had told you stories about rumors of incredible treasure, sea monsters covered in gold, dangerous pirates and of course, the legendary One Piece. Child, all those stories had made you head spin, making you beg your fathers to bring you there. Now adults, you understand that it was way too dangerous with you on board. And, without a great crew ready to take you in, you hadn’t no way to leave this small village. That's why you had tried to forget as much as possible the idea of all the richesses and the mysterious treasure. Until now.

Turning on your heels, throwing your/not your half eaten sandwich in a trash can, you followed the small group from a safe distance, admiring their chemistry. As you try, as much as you can, to stay silent and learn what they know about your dream destination. Soon,you couldn’t help yourself, quietly approaching their group more and more at each change of direction. As much as you love your adoptive parents and guilt would hunt you down, you couldn’t deny that the quiet life was slowly killing you, and, if that was your exit ticket sent by fate, you will not step back.

Taking another turn, now just behind them, you suddenly stop on your track as the orange haired girl spoke.

“ I don’t know why you follow us, but I wouldn't try to rob us if I were you “

“ Nami, who do you talk to ? “ The young man asked, confused as he looked around him.

“ That girl followed us for a while now, she isn’t a marine, neither a welcome committee and as her bag can assure you she’s a thief. And a good one, I didn’t hear her until a few streets away and it was because of a puddle. “ She said, facing you. Her expression wasn’t really friendly, and,as much as you were yourself embarrassed and hurt that she had unveiled you, you put your hands in fist and brave yourself. After all, you did nothing wrong. For once.

“ I didn’t want to rob you, I heard you talk about the Grand Line and I was curious,that's all. It’s my dream to discover its treasure. Did you really head there ?” You asked, your hope coloring your word.

“ Yes,I’m Monkey D. Luffy, she’s Nami. We will go to the grand line, find the One Piece and I will become king of the pirates ! Do you want to join our crew ? “ Luffy happily proclaimed, asking you to join them like if it was a stroll in the park.

“Luffy, we didn’t even know her, we can’t take every dreamer who crosses our path“ Nami almost protested, his gaze more amical but still trying to determine if you were a threat or not.

“ Nami, she’s good, you said to yourself, that if it wasn’t from that puddle you could never have known she was following us. We will need a good ally and I trust her ! “

“ I’m Y/N. I swear I will not steal something which belongs to you “ You promised “ I will worth it , please it’s my dream. If I stay here I will die of boredom.”

“ We have other crew members, it has to apply to them too “ Nami sighs, finally smiling at you. An understanding of your situation in her gaze “ We leave in two hours, will you be ready ?“

“ I will, “ You smiled.

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Your goodbye, emotional but proud, had been brief but full of happiness. You all knew that the world wasn’t prepared for you, but you were ready to steal it dry with a smile and without making a sound.After taking your bag, hearing your papa sad complaint that with your extraordinary talent he will not have a warrant to put on their wall, you leave for the port.

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The place was busy and noisy, many varieties of boat were leaving or arriving and the common sense of communication seemed to yell at each other, creating a brouhaha who gave Sanji a headache. As if he already had one at guiding Usopp and Zoro charging the crate of fresh provisions, while trying to stop Luffy from opening them and serving himself. Securing the rope of the last barrel, he heard a feminine voice.

“ I’m sorry sir, is that yours ? “

Turning himself to face you, his breath stayed stuck in his throat as you beauty caught him unguard. Sure, he had seen beautiful women pass the door of the Barratie and Nami in herself was a perpetual sunrise. But you, was a true vision. Sadly, the handkerchief in your hand wasn’t his and as stupid as it seems he was almost jealous of the mysterious owner.

“ I...Hello Madam, I'm almost sorry that isn’t mine, but I would gladly help you if you need help returning it to its owner. You know... keeping you company during this kind quest “ He offered, tittling his head, his seductive smile already spreading his lips.

“ Y/N, didn’t we agree that you will not steal something from us, give it back to him, Sanji is our cook “ Nami joyfully yells from the Going Merry upper deck rail.

“ Y/N, you made it ! “ Luffy joined, two pieces of bread in his hand. “ Sanji, it’s Y/N, she will go with us now “

“ Sorry Nami, I didn’t know ! Hi Luffy “ You replied, the tissue disappearing in your pocket as you pulled out Sanji’s golden lighter. “ Sorry for that…nice to meet you “ You smiled in front of his surprised face. Taking back his property, putting it back in his pocket, trying to understand at which moment you could have taken it without him noticing.

“ Y/N, what a pretty name. I’m Sanji “ He introduced himself, your soft smile making him weak in the knees. “ May I offer you to help you come aboard “

“ I will be fine thank you, I grew up on a ship. I was kind of a small pirate princess. “ You confessed, climbing the ramp leading to the lower deck.

“ Princess indeed suits you, you seem straight from a fairy tale “ Sanji flirts, following you, saving ,as he passes alongside Luffy, one of the small breeds.

“ You have a hell of a silver tongue, be careful that nobody tries to steal it “ You joked.

“ If I could, I would gladly give it to you “ He sweetly said, trying to help you with your bag. “ Sadly it would mean never tasting food so it was kind of a disadvantage for my job.”

Laughing, you made your way to the cabin where you put down your bag.

“ What food do you like ? “ He asked, eager to know more about you “ I can do everything you want “

“ No offense,but, from the cook of a pirate ship, I doubt it. My father had kidnapped a reputable chef who had stayed in our crew until they retired. I never tasted food like his after that.”

“Test me “ He replied, an amused smile on his lips.

To his surprise, your response to his usual question wasn’t any basic dishes and would truly be worth it to be served in a five star restaurant. No meat directly in the bones or rice ball. But an actual meal who’s will required him to work his skill for hours to obtain the perfect result. And you wouldn’t stop at the main course, telling him stories of delicate desserts you had eaten.

It was that moment that Sanji knew that you were made for each other. Sure, you weren't the only woman with a delicate palate in all the east blue. But even if his talent in the kitchen wasn’t contested, he wanted you to enjoy his version of those dishes and forget all the memories of those lower poor attempts( in his opinion) you had before. And if at the same time he could win you over with his charm additionned to his food, it would even be better.

It was on that base that he was starting his crusade. Months passed without you even being impressed by his effort. Sure you had been surprised that he was a great cook, but that was all. Days after days, he made for your favorite meals and dishes Zeff would never allow past the door of the Baratie kitchen, judging it too fancy for his clientèle.

If you go on a mission or just a resupply in an island, the man would come back to you, a flower bouquet bought or handmade in hand, every time different flowers that he proclaimed knew the significance. And, each time, the flower was an affirmation of his affection. He even went to give you a small pendant of a golden rose.

It wasn’t that you didn’t acknowledge his effort or his affection. His cooking was impeccable and yes, even better than you had previously tasted. But, even if you think it was indeed sweet that he always tries to prove himself to you, you couldn’t stop yourself to think that you could have stolen every one of those gifts he gave you. And, if it's that easy to steal, will you really settle for some easy stuff. Weren't you worth at least a or many treasure chests?

It didn’t take long, in a strange way, for you to have your answer.

You had been sent, in the cover of the night, in a stealing or like Luffy prefer to call it, a rescue artifact mission. The mayor of the village you currently stop at asks the straw hat crew for help and there you are, tip-toeing in the almost deserted rival ship, while the others were distracting the crew at the tavern or had your back walking the dock. Even if, when you had left a few minutes ago, Zoro and Sanji were more into annoying each other, than looking at the horizon for possible danger.

The ship was mostly in the dark, helping you as much as causing you troubles. The only sound you could hear, beside the wave crashing slowly against the hull, was a distante snoring you couldn’t exactly pinpoint in the many rooms you had to explore.

You could never have expected that it was in fact not a snore you had heard but the noise of the machine guarding the many treasure chests and the precious artifact.

Entering the room, you couldn’t believe your luck. Everywhere you were looking, open treasure chests full of gold and jewels were calling for you, making you put your guard down. Grabbing the golden statue, you didn’t notice the noise becoming slightly louder as you put a handful of coins in your pocket.

“ Y/N ! Where are you ?! We have to go, it's bad ! “ You heard Sanji, somewhere behind you, his footsteps like he was running.

“ Sanji ? Lower your voice you will wake the sleepy dude somewhere “ You order him, seeing him pass the door.

“ We have to get out now ! It’s not a snore, it's the ship blocking every exit. When I came in, the hull was already covered in metal.” He explained.

“ Shit, it must be something I miss when I check the security...okay okay, hm...take the handle of this chest, I take the other and we can go” You said, already moving to the larger one.

“ What, no we don’t have time for this, we have to go now ! “ He repeat, looking at you confused that you didn’t take more seriously the closing ship problem.

“ Sanji, look at all this gold. I don’t go without it, it could be insanity” You said, confusing yourself that he can’t understand that. “ If you don’t want to fine, I will take it by myself.”

“ Y/N, I don’t leave you behind and that gold is too heavy we have to go, now “ He still patiently tries to make you understand, advancing his hand to reach yours.

“ Think of all the things we could do with that much gold, the quality ingredient you can buy “

“ Not if we are caught there and killed. You worth for me way more than that gold and ingredient, Y/N Please “ He pleaded, taking your free hand. “ Let’s go “

His words at first shock you, after all knowing your worth and not settling for less was almost the motto in your family. But, you had to admit it was right, all the gold was way too heavy and you couldn’t do anything with it if you end up being caught. It was then, still unsure that you took his hand, the artifact in your bag, you ran until you could see the star above your head.

Few hours later, as the villagers were celebrating the return of their precious idol, you find a quiet place on the beach, admiring the stars and waves crashing on the sand. You had heard his footsteps coming your way, recognizable by his controlled but relaxed rhythm, but, you choose to not let him know, you gaze still lost in the wave.

“ Still think about all the gold ? “ Sanji asked, taking a seat by your side. “ I know it isn’t even a quarter but it’s still gold. “

Turning your head, you notice the golden lighter in his hand, the same you had stolen from him the first day. But, your interest toward it has changed, his strange words earlier had stuck a sensible cord changing for you a lot of thought when it came to him.

“ Did you mean it ? What you told earlier “ You asked. “ About me worthing more that all that gold”

“ Of course “ He replied, putting back the lighter in his pocket seeing you hadn’t any interest in it. “ You’re more precious to me than those things. Sure I could have bought many high quality items for my kitchen and cooked dishes with five star ingredients.But it wasn't worth it if it put you in danger and resulted in you not being there anymore to enjoy those meals.”

All your life, gold and treasure had always been given to you on a platter and your stealing service had usually been discussed with a large sum of Berries at the end. Then, the fact that Sanji wasn’t interested in either your talent or the gold but simply in you, was truly shocking to your core.

Turning your gaze on him, seeing him, with the light of the moon illuminating his features gently, you smiled.

“ I knew I should have stolen that silver tongue of yours” You joked, your heartbeat taking a faster beat.

" I’m still afraid I still need it to pre-taste the food, but I gave my heart in exchange” He offered, happily watching you chuckle to his cheesy line.

“ Fine, I accept the trade “ You answer finally “ But I still expected high quality meal “

“ Of course my Princess, I would never give you less than the best, ” Sanji replied, his adoration gaze fixed on you. After all, for him, you’re the most precious thing in the world.

#one piece netflix #opla #opla sanji #opla!sanji x reader #sanji x reader #vinesmoke sanji x reader #one piece #one piece sanji #opla vinesmoke sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #open request #request

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mah-t-wordblog · 4 months ago

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hey, can you write the tokito twins pls? 🩵🩵 I feel like yuichiro would often use tickling against muichiro whenever he annoys him or does something stupid, and he would be very mean with his tickles too! but secretly he just loves to see his adorable little brother smiling & happy 🩵🩵 thanks!

I write this and completely forgot to read your quest, I’m so so sorry 😭, if u want another, ask me and say that it is you, I can write another one very fast, I’m so sorry 😭😭😭😭

You're not well

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Yuuichiro Tokito

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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It had been a few months since the Tokito twins' parents had passed away

Yuuichiro felt responsible for taking care of his home and his life, but mainly for taking care of his little brother Muichiro

Muichiro had always been a smiling, happy and lively boy, but loneliness and the death of his parents caused a great drop in the boy's mood

Yuuichiro seems cold, but inside, he misses his brother's smile

That day the older twin came home with a bucket of water and saw Muichiro sitting on the floor, staring at the ceiling

"Muichiro, I asked you to prepare the vegetables for us"

The boy looked at his brother

"I'm sorry, brother, I forgot"

Muichiro had always been a bit absent-minded, but he was more so than usual

Yuuichiro crossed his arms and looked at his brother, who was getting up to cut the vegetables

“Muichiro”

“Yes?”

“You don’t have to cook now”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not well”

Muichiro was surprised by the statement

“I- I-“

Yuuichiro wasn’t very good at affection, but even so, he approached his brother and hugged him

Muichiro started to cry and sob

“Hey, I’m sorry for always being so rude, but right now, I feel like there’s something I need to tell you” Yuuichiro said “it’ll be okay”

Muichiro nodded, wiping his tears

“I-I’ll cook” Muichiro tried to turn his back and leave, but was held back

“You don’t have to” Yuuichiro really didn’t know how to be affectionate

“B-but…”

“I already told you there’s no need, I want to help you”

Muichiro looked at him and nodded

“I already know what I’m going to do” Yuuichiro said

“What?”

The older one smiled

“I’ll tickle you, like I always did”

Muichiro blushed

“Yuuichiro!”

The boy attacked the other, starting to squeeze his sides

Muichiro fell to the ground and started laughing

“Nohohohoho, Yuhuhui!”

“But wasn’t that what you wanted?”

Yuuichiro moved to his brother’s belly, which he knew was a much more sensitive spot

“HEHEHEHEHEY”

“See? It’s okay!”

Muichiro shook his head

“No?”

“IT IHIHIS IT IHIHIHIS”

“Are you sure, Mui?”

“YEHEHEHEHES PLEHEHEASHEHE”

“Hm… let me think…”

Yuuichiro gave to his brother some big raspberries, he know Muichiro loves raspberries

“PLEHEHEASHEHEHE”

“So are you okay now?”

“YEHEHEHEHES”

Yuuichiro smiled, he usually wasn’t so affectionate with his brother, but now he felt like he needed to

“Your smile is beautiful, please smile more often”

Muichiro sobbed when his brother stopped his hands

“Thank- *hic* thank you”

Yuuichiro ruffled the other’s hair

“It’ll be okay” the older one got up and grabbed the bucket of water he had brought home “now let’s make the food”

Muichiro laughed “of *hic* course”

He quickly got up and went back to cutting the vegetables

Even though Yuuichiro can be rude sometimes, he cares about his brother’s well-being, after all he would give his whole life for him

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Muichiro looked up at the sky, and out of nowhere he started smiling

“What’s wrong?” Tanjiro asked

“Nothing, I just remembered my brother” Muichiro smiled

Tanjiro smiled back at him

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Thanks for reading (I’m so so sorry 😭 please don’t hate me)

#tickle fic #demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #kny tickling #lee!muichiro #ler!yuuichiro

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sopiloveshobi · 3 months ago

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Back theory

Inspired by insanely buff Joon pictures that dropped today. Also I needed to make sure my friend can imagine what is like to feel a heavy, buff Joon on her 🤭 Love you Sam!

!Warnings: +18

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You took it out and saw a text message from the man you have been missing so much lately.

KNJ 8:45pm I can’t wait to get out of here. Another day where I felt useless as fuck. Honestly get me out of here already.

You chuckled reading the message. You received a message like that twice a week at least. He would moan about feeling useless and wanting to get out of his military service often. There were days when he felt proud to serve and when he achieved something, you would know about it the same evening. His free time was limited and so was his time off. Because of that last time you have seen him was few months ago and when you did it was only for a short amount of time. You had a coffee and a short walk around the park and then a meal together. There wasn’t enough of alone time. One on one time. Any sexy time. You have seen he has changed. Physically and mentally. Mentally he has been softer, there has been much more yearning going on, he was needy and he would occasionally send you a text or a picture with him admitting how much he misses you. Physically he has gotten bigger, bigger in general. At first you thought it was because he wasn’t dealing well with the fact that he was locked up there for a year and a half. He would just eat more than usual and skipped workouts. But you couldn’t have been more wrong, because he spent so much time exercising that all the weight he gained was already turned into muscle. At least that’s what you saw on the very last picture you found of him online. You weren’t doing it often but you knew you could find some of the more recent pictures of him floating around the web, because the fans just like you were yearning to Kim Namjoon. They were curious how was he doing and if he has changed at all.

KNJ 8:55pm I swear the day that I am out of here will be happiest day of my life. Second happiest. The first one was when you agreed to date me.

Another messaged popped on your phone. You smiled again. You were still thinking how to comfort him through the screen of a phone. What could you possibly say to him to make him feel better, less lonely, less like he should escape that place.

‘I miss you so much, when can I see you next?’ you responded to his text and locked your phone. You were in the middle of cooking yourself very late dinner. You were so busy all day and stayed at work longer than usually and completely forgot to eat. Your phone chimed again.

KNJ 9:01pm Soon angel, soon.

You didn’t know what kind of soon he had in mind. You didn’t want to know either. The days would only go by longer and as much as you would love to count them down, it was just easier not to. You have pulled the pasta out of the pot and strained it in the sink. The sauce was also ready and you poured it all over the pasta, grabbed glass of wine that has been your cooking companion since you got home. Tomorrow was Saturday and you were really looking forward to your weekly cleaning schedule. Religiously, every Saturday you would go around your entire flat and clean every nook and cranny. It was part of your routine that helped you feel grounded and in control. Because if you didn’t manage to ground yourself this way, you would be upset, ugly crying in your pillow all day missing Joon. It was difficult. It was worse than you thought it would be. When he announced that he will have to enlist, your heart broke into millions of pieces. You were unsure whether he would even continue your relationship in this scenario. Being away from him wasn’t unusual, but it felt more restraining. You knew you wouldn’t be able to be surprised by him coming from tour one day early, or fly you over to a random concert so you could watch from backstage and spend few hours together. But this felt different. It felt like he was further away than when he was on the other side of the world. You felt empty without him, because he was your home. You didn’t live together and there weren’t any recent mentions of this to change, yet still he was your comfort. Your home. And you were his. He very rarely would open up in front of you, but when he did, he made you realised how much he appreciated you, how much he loved you and how much of a safe zone you were for him.

You finished your pasta and your wine and were considering having another glass. But you decided against it, got up from your table and cleaned up after your dinner. Your phone buzzed again and you were hoping it was Joon but it was just a junk mail, about free vouchers you can claim. Since you already had your phone out you decided to snoop about the internet again and see if there was any newer pictures of your own boyfriend. How low have you stooped and how much have you been missing him to resort to looking him up. But you couldn’t find anything new. It was getting even later in the night and after a really long and tiring weekend you decided to get in bed and unplug. You have gotten ready for bed, brushed your teeth and completed your extended skin care routine, which you have always done on the weekends. You looked at the time and it was past 10 in the evening already. You turned all the lights in the apartment and got into your really cosy bed. You thought you might have trouble sleeping, but the second your head hit the pillow you felt like you’re floating and sailing away. Before you did actually fall asleep you sent a text to Namjoon: ‘Goodnight my love’. But you didn’t wait for an answer. You knew the answer might never come, at least not this evening. You put your phone away and closed your eyes. It was time for a sweet rest you felt like you deserved after the entire week of hustling.

The door lock clicked and a pair of heavy boots walked into the flat. The thumbing didn’t last very long and it got changed for a very quiet sliding noise. Quiet steps making their way to your bedroom. And you had no idea, sound asleep. Occasionally snoring and turning around. He walked into your bedroom and stood by the door. The moonlight poking through your unevenly closed curtains, straight at the bed, lighting your sleepy face. He would of sworn he could have looked at you like that for hours. But there was no time to waste. He slowly made his way around the bed towards the somewhat empty side of the bed. He slowly put his legs on top of the duvet and slowly put all of his weight on that side of the bed. You felt it but you only moved a little and turned around to face away. You were a heavy sleeper and at this very moment Joon wished you weren’t. He slowly got himself lower on the bed and moved towards your back. He put his hand on your side and the other slid behind your head, which you automatically lifted. Like it was natural, like it was a habit of yours. He put his chin as close to your ear as he could and whispered:

‘Angel, I’m home’ and he slowly glided his hand up and down the side of you. You didn’t budge. Nothing. Still sound asleep, sweetly unaware of the surprise waiting for you in your own bed. He repeated himself one more time but still nothing. It made him chuckle, it was so endearing that you were just so fast asleep and he was also amused by his own inability to wake you up. He decided kisses surely will be the way to go. He pressed his soft lips on the nook of your neck, and he kept peppering your cheek and neck with them until you finally started moving. You turned around, feeling another person around you and his smell surrounded you. You thought you were dreaming.

‘Joon?!’ you finally got your vision back after it has been blurry for a few seconds.

‘Yes angel, I told you I will see you soon’ his low raspy voice answered you and soon after you saw his gorgeous smile, his dimples on his face and his eyes turned into half moons.

‘Is this a dream?’ you asked him, not really fully believing your luck.

‘Not a dream, im off until Sunday and I will be staying with you until then if that’s okay’ he admitted and peppered another few kisses on your cheek. It was more than okay. You were in a little bit of a shock but once you managed to process the information you jumped on him. You lifted yourself slightly and crawled on top of him, wrapping both of your arms under his back and placing your head on his chest.

‘I’ve missed you so much’ you finally spoke, hearing his heart beating really fast in his chest. You looked up and locked your eyes with his. He smiled again and leaned his head down to reach your lips. And you reached back to him and his soft lips met yours. It started sweet and soft but it very quickly started turning fast. The both of you were yearning for each other for so long and the day has finally come. Neither of you would even come up for air, you would just take quick breaths in between the rushed kisses. You quickly felt him getting excited, as you were still laying on top of him and you were sure he could felt your excitement as well, through your very thin pj bottoms. You broke the kiss and got from him and from the bed.

‘Where are you..?’ he got really confused and instantly felt abandoned, missing you next to him.

‘I need to see you. I want the light on’ you answered, turning the corner light on. Still moody, not as obnoxious light as the top light would have been. You turned around and saw him laying in your bed, in his uniform. The expression on your face changed from excited to in awe. You couldn’t comprehend that he was there, he came home, he came to see you. He woke you up in the middle of the night to see you. You walked back to the bed and sat right next to him. He pulled himself up and was now half sitting with his back to the headboard, following your every move with his eyes.

‘Here I am’ he chuckled and made a funny ‘ta da’ like pose showing himself to you. And you giggled. He was so cute and so adorable yet so insanely hot.

‘Would you mind taking this jacket off? I need to check a theory’ you said with a cheeky smile on your face and he looked puzzled. A theory? Theory of what?

‘Theory of what exactly?’ he asked slowly unbuttoning his jacket. He took his time with it, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. He knew it would drive you crazy, as much as he played such an innocent soul, he knew all the weapons he was carrying.

‘Back theory’ you answered with a smile, as your pupils grew wider and wider, whilst he was working on unbuttoning his jacket. And he finally did, dog tags fell out dangling around his neck on his black undershirt. You spotted them but then you also noticed how they are dangling in front of his now huge chest. He has definitely changed. He is bigger now. Stronger. And your brain couldn’t handle it. You squeezed your eyes closed and opened them again just to make sure you aren’t actually dreaming. He took the jacket off completely, uncovering his really broad shoulders and incredibly buffed arms.

‘Do you want me to..?’ he asked, knowing you will not be able to say no to him continuing stripping for you. The black ROKA t-shirt that was now very tight around his upper body, slowly started rolling up as he kept pulling at the top of it. And with one fast move he pulled it fast, through his head and it landed on the floor. His dog tags still around his neck, now in front of his naked huge chest.

‘FUCK’ you only managed to squeak out when you saw him dropping the shirt on the floor. He was insane. He looked insane. All those pictures you have seen of him recently didn’t give him his justice. He looked even bigger in person than on those photos. You put your hand over your opened mouth and shook your head.

You sat there, feeling your underwear getting wetter and wetter. You could call it an ocean at this point. He got up from the bed and walked all the way around it to get to you. He helped you stand up on the bed and he was still somehow taller than you, even when you were on top of the bed. You bit your lip staring deeply into his eyes and you saw he wasn’t smiling anymore. You have also spotted a tent in his camo trousers. He grabbed you and pulled you to himself and you felt his strong arms around you now. He slowly glided his hand from your knee through your thigh and slipped his hand into your bottoms. He didn’t have to look for it long and his fingers felt the ocean that was currently drowning your cunt.

‘Fuck. Youre so wet’ he whispered into your ear and pulled your bottoms completely down. You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, slowly pulling them down. And they fell down, stopping briefly at his perky ass but you helped them make their way down. He stood out of them and was now standing in front of you, only in his underwear with a very visible and feelable boner at your service.

He grabbed you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He turned away from the bed and pushed you to the wall. He nearly squeezed you at that wall. And started attacking your neck. Your wetness now coating his still hidden away but hard length. You wrapped your arms around him, and started exploring his back. It was rock hard, you could feel the muscles tensing whilst he was holding you and you enjoyed every second of it. You also moved your hands to his shoulders and arms to feel his soft skin and also all the places he grew. To remember it. To keep it in your closest memories. As he kept kissing your neck, he finally slowly put you down, on the floor this time, still pinning you to the wall. And he took both of your wrists into his hands and held them for a second above your head, kissed you aggressively and let go. He lowered himself on his knees and burrier himself in between your legs. Slowly moved on them onto his shoulder and held onto your other leg, slowly kissing your lower belly and reaching the sweet spot. He nudged your clit with his nose and started peppering the entire area with kisses, eventually stopping and slowly licking your folds. Very gently at first, almost like saying a polite hello to your body, acknowledging that he was gone from it for too long. But then he picked up his pace and started circulating around your clit, eventually adding a finger or two and sliding it inside you. You banged your head on the wall and moaned the second you felt his lips on your lower area. Your leg on his shoulder drove you mad but gave him more access. You put both of your hands on his head and let him explore. And be explored and took his time, like a thirsty adventurer who hasn’t been home in weeks. Like his life depended on it. And when he felt like he was finished and your knees started to shake and he was slowly pushing you into an orgasm he stopped.

He pulled himself out of you, smirked and slowly moved you from the wall to the bed. And he pushed you, delicately but he still pushed you on the bed and you fell on your front. He followed you right away and trapped you under the weight of his body. He laid his body on yours, pulled his hard length out of his underwear and aimed it right at your entrance. Slowly slid inside you, grabbing you into his arms and pushing into himself. He kept sliding until he got to your cervix. Balls deep inside you. But he didn’t move, he freezes there. He lets you adjust to him, and when he does he can hear your whimpers and moans. When he feels you relaxed around him he started moving his his hips and he started thrusting into you. And he didn’t take him time, he picked up his pace at the same time kissing your back, up your spine.

‘Joon…’ you whimpered, feeling his huge bulky body on top of yours, thrusting the life in and out of you.

‘Little bit longer angel’ he grunted into your back. He pulled out of you and entered again, really deep, reaching the deepest ends of you. And be picked up the pace again, now ramming into you. Wet skin sounds slapping fills the room, mixed with his grunts and your moaning. And he finally reaches forward with his arm and putting his fingers on top of your clit. That was when you couldn’t hold it anymore. You closed your eyes and pushed your ass higher up almost trying to escape him and your body got flooded with ecstasy. You kept moaning and whining and he wouldn’t stop. He kept going and then be pulled himself up and grabbed your hips and added another thrust or two before he reached his top and painted you inside. Painted you white and kept going for a few more minutes.

Your heavy breathing filled the room and he pulled out, slowly turned you around and placed you on the bed. He cleaned himself up with his black tshirt that was still on the floor and disappeared in the bathroom. He came back with warm towel and he wiped your legs and tummy with it.

After that he moved you slightly to the side and got into bed right next to you. His strong arm wrapped you around and you folded forward laying your head on his chest again.

‘Your back is ridiculously buffed Joonie’ you whispered slowly petting his chest with your palm.

‘There is nothing better to do in that shithole angel’ he murmured back ‘but i also liked the look of your back tonight angel’ he added and put his hand into yours and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

‘I’m so happy you are here’ you added, you closed your eyes and wrapped yourself around him, dozed off back to sleep.

#bts #kim namjoon x reader #rm #kim namjoon #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #buff namjoon

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at1nys-blog · 2 months ago

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Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of how would Rin react to having a girlfriend who often did rather stupid stuff and this was one of them which resulted in Yukio in having to call the fire service after the box and table was set alight which caused Kuro to yowl in distress after his tails was on fire. So much for a 'flameless candle' joke.

https://youtube.com/shorts/TtF2sdz5WaA?si=akpIN2eUeKwUCmNh (this)

God Lord, I saw the video and couldn't help but laugh at it. Also thank you very much for the requests because they are so funny to read and write.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO FRICKING LONG I REALLY DIDNT LIKE IT HOW IT TURNED OUT UNTIL NOW 😭I hope you like it though.

Rin loves you

He really does but good Lords if you are stupid

Not academically speaking because in that case you are a genius

Better than Yukon (his words) sometimes

But on everyday basis?!

Let’s just say he has to put you on a leash just to make sure you don’t do anything stupid

And coming from him…

as reckless and stupid as he is, is a lot.

He is reading his manga when you burst into the room quit excited

He knows you aren’t up to good

(You are not)

Rin is confused when you ask him to follow you in the kitchen

Why do you need him in the kitchen?

He thinks you cooked/baked something and want him to taste test it

Yukio is already there, annoyed

(He wants to go back and grade some tests)

Kuro as well going around the box smelling to understand what is going on

Rin is way more confused when he sees the thermic box on the table

When you ask the brothers to guess what is inside they roll their eyes

Kuro sniffing and trying to open the thermic box

Guys I bet 100¥ you can’t guess what there is inside this box with that thermal imager”

Only then the brothers notice the object

Yukio wants to be anywhere but there

Rin wants the money so he tries to guess

He doesn’t understand at first. Then it clicks

Is that a lit candle?

Yukio can’t believe his ears so takes a look

Yes. There is a lit candle inside the thermal box

A lit flameless candle

You say proud of it

The box start to smoke and Yukio is the first to point it out

Looking at the smoke you are in denial

It wasn’t supposed to go like that

And the brothers aren’t supposed to know that this wasn’t the outcome you anticipated

(You know they know though)

That’s flameless smoke

Both Rin and Yukio look at you disappointed

You gave them a distress smile

Is when Kuro yells in pain you notice the box, table and floor Kuro tails are in flames.

The cat jumps into Rin arms and the older Okumura extinguishes the flames

Yukio is on the phone with the fire department

While the fire fighter kill the fire you started you explain to the brother (and Kuro) that is was supposed to be a joke. That when you saw it on the internet it worked just fine

No more internet for you

Scolds you Yukio

And please apologize to Kuro

Turning around you notice the poor kitty is still crying because of the pain

Since that day both Yukio and Rin take turns checking what are you watching on the internet

They just want to make sure you won’t burn down the house

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blametheeditor · 3 months ago

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Voretober Day 6 | Sorcery

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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”Hey Vince?”

“Hm?”

“What song are you singing?” Scott asked before he could lose his courage. He already felt bad for interrupting said singing, but he wanted to know what kind of song deserved to have the beat tapped out with a wooden spoon.

“’When The Doves Cry’,” Vincent responded, flashed a smile as he turned away from stove that was boiling some kind of pasta. “Prince came out with it a few months ago. It’s been everywhere, though, so I’m surprised you haven’t heard it.”

Scott suddenly wanted to take back his question. There were reasons why he both hated and enjoyed asking Vincent questions. Because while his best friend always answered him and never made him feel stupid for asking something considered common sense, it always tended to snowball after that. Led the older teenager to discovering something about Scott that needed to be rectified.

That wasn’t the part that worried him. When Vincent learned he had a rather limited palate that didn’t include candy, Scott started receiving random pieces whenever they saw each other, as well as the Cawthon’s kitchen getting taken over about once a week. But when he considered just how much Vincent adored music and constantly sings whenever he can, Scott couldn’t help feeling genuine fear this might be the last straw.

So Scott decided to shrug. Turned back to his homework.

A hand was placed over his notebook almost immediately, forced him to look up to meet a curious expression. “What aren’t you telling me, Scotty?”

It was said teasingly, the way Vincent always asked when he knew he found yet another thing Scott was in the dark about. But all he could imagine was the cheshire grin turning into a fierce glare.

Scott didn’t say anything. Earned a thoughtful hum. “Do you know who Prince is?”

He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening in terror at getting found out. It made Vincent’s smile grow wider. “Scotty, don’t tell me you don’t know any current artist or songs.”

“...no,” came out in a near silent whisper as his eyes dropped to the floor. He waited for the door to slam shut. For the food being cooked thrown down the sink.

Neither happened. Vincent started to laugh. “All this time, and you’ve been letting me sing songs you’ve never heard before, and not once you wanted to ask if I was some kind of lyrical genius.”

Scott tentatively looked up, surprised there was nothing but amusement on Vincent’s face. “I...I knew they came from somewhere. I just, uh, I-I like to hear you sing.”

Because Scott had never met someone so loud before, unafraid to announce his presence and fill the air with words or singing just because they just felt like doing so. He also never thought people liked being musical outside of church, yet Vincent wouldn’t go anywhere without so much as humming something.

It was nice. He knew Vincent was there even when the taller stood behind him. It always made everything less daunting, including the large house that surrounded them while they were the only ones inside.

“For my voice, or for the music?” Vincent asked.

“The music.” Scott then sputtered, tried to backtrack. “N-Not that your voice isn’t nice to listen to!”

“You’d be hearing it if you didn’t like it,” the older sneered. “I’ll bring you some CD’s so you can sing with me, though.”

Scott was suddenly scared for a different reason. “I don’t have, I mean I’d really appreciate it, but I can’t play them.”

Vincent stared at him long and hard for a moment. “Because your parents wouldn’t approve, or because you have no CD player?”

“Both,” he murmured.

“You’re getting a player.”

“B-But-!”

“With headphones,” Vincent added as he turned back to the stove. Was careful as he drained the noodles to dump them into the sauce he made earlier. “Every teenager needs to know the national treasures that are Prince and Phil Collins. Including you, Scotty.”

That was the end of it, Scott wouldn’t be getting out of it no matter how hard he tried. A small part of him didn’t want to somehow manage to change Vincent’s mind, though.

He gave a thankful smile. “I don’t have to worry about there being any hymns, do I?”

”Who the hell do you think I am, a priest?”

It hits Scott why watching Vincent cook doesn’t feel right.

It has nothing to do with the distinctly alien ingredients being used, or the high-tech kitchen setup that provides only one utensil that can turn into anything from a knife to a spoon. They’re currently on the dubbed ‘small’ side of the ship so everything isn’t being done by a giant, and he’s much too familiar with the purple by now for it to really throw him off.

No, it’s the distinct lack of singing. Vincent’s completely silent as he cuts open a fruit before dicing it up. A concept so foreign he listens intently in case the purple man is only humming.

There’s nothing. Not a single note or even words being mouthed. It makes the kitchen feel stifling.

“Aliens don’t have radios, do they?”

He knows Vincent was expecting him to ask a question at some point, that’s the whole reason why the purple man is cooking. Doing something he finds to be calming while they have a much needed talk so difficult answers can be given instead of needing to take breaks.

The look of surprise over the shoulder tells Scott that hadn’t been expected. “They do, though it’s used for reporting which sectors have been closed, if there’s a warrant out for someone’s arrest. Music can only be found on planets, and some have recordings you can buy if you know where to look, but nothing sounds like anything found on Earth.”

It’s silent once more save for the sound of a knife slicing through the fruit.

Scott takes a deep breath. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The blade cuts through the skin completely, thunking against the counter. “About being able to become a giant?”

“Yes.”

Vincent slides the pieces into a pan. “I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“I’m not saying I would’ve done any better,” Scott begins, careful to keep his voice level. “But I would’ve appreciated a heads up. Maybe before I was face to face with a giant.”

“That was a significant lapse in my judgement,” the purple man concedes as he starts cutting up another fruit. “I should’ve warned you instead of just saying I needed to show you something.”

“Maybe even back on Earth?” Scott hedges.

Vincent stops mid cut. Goes so still it’s hard to tell if he’s even breathing. “Would that have changed your decision?”

It’s said almost fearfully. And with the purple man’s back toward him, Scott can’t see Vincent’s face. Can’t tell what he might be thinking. “Of coming to space with you?”

“Yes.”

“No,” is said so quickly, so vehemently, it has Vincent turning around so they’re facing each other. He might as well be stone, however, expression completely stoic. “It wouldn’t have changed my mind, Vincent.”

It wouldn’t. It might’ve prepared him a little better for what he was getting himself into, but Scott still would’ve followed. Would’ve climbed onto the ship and went to space. Because like he’s said before, it’s still Vincent. Whether he’s purple, or giant, as long as it’s still his best friend he won’t care.

Will certainly need time adjusting. Will put down rules he demands be followed with no exceptions. But he will never let Vincent leave without him. He just can’t be left in the dark, by his best friend of all people.

“Scott,” Vincent begins almost monotone, fixing Scott with a stare that can easily be mistaken as a glare. “I need you to be honest with yourself. Would you really have come with me if I told you on your front porch that I could become big enough to hold you inside my hand.”

“Why wouldn’t I have?” Scott borderline snaps back, admittedly a bit confused by the question, unsure where the conversation is going.

The purple man’s brow furrows. “I’m not human, Scott.”

“So?”

“So?” Vincent all but spats. And finally, the confident attitude he’s been holding onto crumbles away as the purple man straightens up, using his height to properly loom over Scott. Starts talking with his hands as they gesture to accentuate his frustration. “What do you mean so? Look at me, Scott. Even if you didn’t know what I could do, you can tell after looking at me for two seconds that I'm some kind of monster. So even though I admit it was shitty of me to not tell you everything, what was I supposed to expect? That you wouldn’t immediately run away the moment I told you what I’m capable of?”

“I wouldn’t run away from you!”

Scott feels his fists clench as Vincent glares down at him, the distrust toward the proclomation obvious. And that's something that upsets the shorter more than he thought it would. Is a bit surprised by the anger coursing through him.

Until he realizes he’s not just angry, he’s hurt. He’s hurt that Vincent thought Scott would’ve cared about it so much he wouldn’t have just been elated to finally have his best friend back. He’s hurt that Vincent assumed Scott would’ve taken one look at him and ignored everything they’ve been through together. He’s hurt that Vincent clearly doesn’t understand just how much Scott missed him.

“Do you think that little of me?” Scott snaps. Ignores the burning feeling of tears threatening to spill. “My best friend vanished, gone without a trace, for 6, whole, years. And the moment I see him standing on the sidewalk right outside my house, you think I’d be focused on the fact you’ve changed? You think my first thought was ‘he’s a monster’ and not ‘oh God, my best friend is alive’?”

Vincent’s glare starts to melt away. “No, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Oh, so you mean I would’ve been fine up until you tell me you were abducted by aliens, and therefore I would hold that against you?” Scott demands. “That I wouldn’t trust you anymore for something they did to you? Tell you to leave and say I never wanted to see you again because of something you couldn’t control?”

His chest heaves as he waits for a response. When Vincent is too stunned to do anything except watch him, Scott angrily wipes at his eyes. Looks away for a moment before sighing as meets his best friend’s searching gaze.

“Vince, I don’t know what they did to you, and you don’t have to tell me everything unless you want to. The only thing I ask is you tell me things like being able to turn into a God forsaken giant so I’m ready for it. But I’m not going anywhere,” he swears. All but pleads for his words to be taken as the promise they are. “You’re not a monster. I’ll admit, you suddenly being 20 stories tall was terrifying, but not because I was scared of you. I was scared of the fact you were a literal giant because someone didn’t tell me such a thing was possible.”

The purple man stares at him for a moment, slightly perplexed. “You’re really not scared of me?”

“You’re Vincent,” Scott growls in exasperation. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Just the next time there’s going to be a hundred feet of you, warn me for God’s sake.”

Amber eyes stare uncomprehendingly. Then Vincent slowly nods his head. “Okay. I’ll warn you.”

“Good.” Scott crosses his arms as he looks away, content on ending it there. When the purple man doesn’t say anything else or give any indication he’s also happy with this conclusion, the shorter adds “And if you want to talk, I’m always here.”

They’re both silent for a good minute. When Vincent finally speaks, it’s in a soft whisper. “You...really don’t care?”

Instead of validating that with a verbal response, Scott reaches up to smack the taller upside the head. Glares daggers when he’s given nothing except a blink. “Say ‘ow’.”

His best friend’s lips are haltingly tugged into a smile. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

“Say it, and then go finish cooking.”

“Ow,” Vincent deadpans, complete with a small bow as he quickly steps away so another whack can’t be given.

Scott doesn’t chase him down, opting to watch through narrowed eyes as his best friend obediently finishes cutting everything up to toss into the waiting pan. Feels his pounding heart slowly begin to calm back down, his curiosity getting the better of him as something starts to sizzle without a visible flame.

He inches his way forward for a better position to watch the sorcery that is Vincent cooking, complete with soft humming as the fruits are seasoned and sauteed with a dramatic flare.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Scotty.”

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

"Not for the whack, though?” Vincent smirks.

“You earned that,” Scott huffs.

The very last of his anger from before dissipates with the rising steam as a bowl is passed over to him. He has no idea what any of the ingredients are, what they’re meant to taste like or what kind of dish is made when they all come together, but the smell makes his mouth water.

He doesn’t need any encouragement to take a bite once a vaguely shaped fork is passed over. Though he does jolt in surprise at the rather sweet flavor flooding his mouth, it reminds him of potatoes. Specifically ones of a recipe Vincent made so long ago he had completely forgotten about until now.

“What do you think?” the purple man asks.

“It’s delicious,” Scott murmurs earnestly. His best friend has yet to ever make something that wasn’t. “I can’t believe you learned how to cook space food.”

Vincent looks like he wants to say something. Goes so far as to open his mouth. Whatever it is, he decides against it as he looks toward a hallway opposite of where their original ship is docked. “So, about my offer on a tour.”

Scott shifts. “I'm up for a tour.”

#Scott doesn't ask for much #just to be told if certain Vincent's can become giant ones #Voretober 2024 #Day 6 | Sorcery #FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Space AU #BTE writing #cw #content warning #cw vore #content warning vore

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids Reaction || Helping You With Your PMDD

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.6K all together

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: I’ll be honest, I couldn’t find much info on PMDD - but from what I found I hope this is okay!

CHAN:

Chan wasn't the kind of guy to take time off work when he needed to rest he was more of the guy to work through his pain or stress because he was devoted to his work. Which was what was most shocking to you when you woke up that late morning to see him still in the dorms, pottering around the kitchen and doing something that wasn't connected to music in any way shape or form.

"Channie?" You frowned as you stepped out into the living room, watching in amusement as your boyfriend continued to cook something in the kitchen while staring down at a recipe in his hand.

"You're awake already? It's not even-" Chan stopped himself from speaking, he hadn't realised it was 11 and he cursed himself for being so slow in the cooking department. Minho told him the recipe wouldn't take long to prepare at all and yet he'd spent the last two hours trying to get it right.

"What are you doing home, I thought you had things to do today?" You questioned with a smile on your face, you weren't in any way complaining about your boyfriend being here but it was a little jarring.

"You need me, so I'm here." Maybe it was the extra hormones flooding around your body right now but tears rushed to your eyes and you began to let out a small sniffle.

"Hey, hey," He whined out rushing over to you and holding you tightly in his arms as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"This won't be done for a few hours, but do you want something else to eat? Pancakes? Cereal? Mcdonalds breakfast?" He questioned making you laugh out through his suggestions, his hand gently ran over your cheek wiping away the tears that had fallen.

"Anything you want, you get." He promised before gently leaning down and pressing his lips to yours smiling at you when he saw how happy you were with him there. Chan knew that when it came to this time of your cycle he needed to be there for you no matter what, even if you said you didn't want him he knew you really did and he was going to be there no matter what.

MINHO:

When you'd first explained your PMDD to Minho he'd been completely confused by it all, he thought that PMS was the same thing not realising that PMDD was more severe than it. But now he knew and every time it was close to your cycle Minho would make sure he had everything prepared for you. There was a "self-care" box in his place, filled with everything you could ever possibly need, including painkillers for your cramps, cooling pads for your headaches and heating pads. Minho wanted to make sure you had everything,

"What did I do to deserve you?" You cried out, tears running down your cheeks as you cried harder than you probably needed to over your boyfriend's box.

"It should be me asking you that," He chuckled, wiping away your tears and bringing you into a tight embrace while you continued to cry against his chest.

"You're the best," You told him as you took the painkillers he was holding out for you, your head was a wreck right now with a pounding headache and all you needed was to sleep - only you hadn't all night because of your onset insomnia that accompanied your PMDD.

"We should go and nap, yeah? Get comfortable on the sofa and just sleep." Your boyfriend suggested while you nodded, you knew you needed to get some sleep or you'd only be more irritable as the day passed by.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin had grown up with an older sister so he knew what to expect when it came to periods only he hadn't expected them to be as severe as yours were. Nevertheless, he did everything he could to try and make your suffering a little easier to deal with or manage whenever it came to that time of the month.

"Here, sit up a little." He nudged against your back so he could sit behind you on the bed, gently lifting up your shirt to expose your stomach. As well as all of the mental symptoms that came with PMDD you also suffered from a lot of the physical ones which meant you had cramps that felt like your insides were being ripped apart.

"What's that?" You questioned, looking at the small vial that was in his hand, he smiled at you opening it up and letting you take a sniff of the oil inside. He'd read somewhere that using scented oils could help reduce some of the pain as well as alleviate some of the cramps you were experiencing,

"Lavander oil," He said softly, dropping a couple of drops onto your stomach before putting the vial to the side and beginning to gently massage it into your skin, pressing a little harder on your stomach whenever he felt the need to. Your whole body seemed to relax as you took in deep breaths of the scent, letting yourself give in to the way it felt to have him so close to you right now.

"That's really good," You whined out, continuing to relax further into his touch while Changbin gently rubbed and massaged your skin until you fell asleep in his arms.

HYUNJIN:

It was no secret that Hyunjin had no idea what he was doing when it came to your PMDD but every time your suffering came around he would do everything he could to somehow make it better for you.

"What are we doing here?" You laughed, looking around at the secluded air B&B that Hyunjin appeared to have bought you for the weekend. It was a weekend away together he'd been planning for a while since he knew your cycle, he'd been reading up on PMDD whenever he had the time and he saw that the less stress you had would be better for you.

"I thought you might like time away from everyone and everything. A secret get away, out in nature so you can just relax and not worry about anything," He explained, getting the bags out of the car and taking them up to the small house that was in the middle of the mountains. It was completely beautiful up here and you'd be a fool to let this pass.

"You did this because of my PMDD?" You questioned, a little shocked that all of this was for you to feel less stressed.

"I wanted to make sure you could feel better here...With me, I know I haven't been the best in the past when it came to this but I wanted to make it up to you-" As soon as he finished his sentence you pressed your lips to his and giggled as he let out a small whine.

"You're perfect Hyunjin...Don't worry about me, okay? I'm fine as long as I have you," It was a little bit of a lie, you and Hyunjin both know how bad you get when it comes to your PMDD but you wanted him to know it had nothing to do with him. In fact, with him you always felt a little better even if he didn't know the best way to comfort you.

JISUNG:

It would be a complete understatement to say that Jisung had been worried about you, in fact, he was completely and utterly anxious about you or rather for you. For the last week now you'd done nothing but snap at him or get angry over the silliest of things and he thought that maybe he'd done something wrong or that you were trying to distance yourself from him to make it easier to break up with him. It wasn't until he told Felix about your PMDD that everything clicked into place, Felix explained what your PMDD was to Jisung and he instantly realised he should have been looking after you more.

"Baby, I came home early and I thought you'd want your favourite take-out," Jisung called out into the flat, standing still and listening out for any sounds coming from you but all he could hear was the sound of water running.

"Baby?" He called out again, putting the bag of food in the kitchen and making his way toward the bathroom, the sound of the bath running was soon joined by sobs coming from you and he rushed into the room.

"Shit, baby. Come here," He whispered, quickly shutting off the taps and cradling you into his arms. You whined out, balling his shirt up in your fist as you sobbed into his chest, you hated yourself for yelling and snapping at him all week but when it came to this it was like you were a whole other person.

"I'm sorry Jisung, I-I didn't mean to shout all week and say everything I said I'm just-"

"I know." He whispered, rubbing your back softly as he placed gentle kisses on the top of your head, rubbing your back a little harder as he tried his best to comfort you - even if he wasn't the best at it.

"You know?"

"Felix sort of explained everything to me...I'm sorry I haven't been here all that much," He spoke clearly, wiping away the tears from your cheek and smiling down at you.

"I got heat pads, painkillers, snacks and all your favourite foods." Your eyes lit up at the idea of it all and he looked at the bath.

"Take a nice bath though, I'll reheat the food whenever you're ready,"

FELIX:

During your PMDD episodes, you didn't sleep much, you didn't know what it was but whenever it got close to your period you just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Doctors had all told you it was another symptom of your PMDD but all you knew was that you hated it, you needed sleep to function without yelling at people throughout the day.

"Hey you," Felix whispered as he walked into the living room to see you quietly watching a movie by yourself, wrapped in a mound of blankets and eating his ice cream.

"Hey, I didn't want to wake you up so I came out here." You explained, pausing the movie to take a look at your boyfriend who appeared just as tired as you were. You knew if you'd stayed in there you'd only make his sleeping worse than it already was.

"You don't have to worry about that, make room." He mumbled, climbing onto the sofa and under the blankets with you as he pulled you into his arms, yawning a little as he did so. It was clear how tired he was but he couldn't sleep without you by his side.

"What are you watching?" He quizzed, staring at the Tv before you let out a small laugh.

"Barbie Princess and the pauper," You answered plainly, staring at the screen as the scene where the pauper sang to her cat.

"Ah, your comfort movie." He chuckled, moving the two of you so that you were half laying down on the sofa, your chest between his legs while he wrapped his arms around you.

"You know me too well," You stated as you fed him a spoonful of ice cream, enjoying the way it felt to be cuddled up close to him like this. It wasn't often you got to do this but whenever you got the chance it was magical. The two of you continued to lay there like that until the movie was over, cuddling into one another's arms as you did your best to relax.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin had always been the kind and considerate boyfriend when it came to your time of the month even before you told him that you experienced PMDD. After you'd told him it was like a switch had flipped inside of him and he was only more kind and caring toward you whenever it was that time of the month.

"You didn't have to do this," You explained, looking at the bed as you noticed the things that Seungmin had come home with today. You'd text him to tell him you were feeling a little down about something and because your PMDD it was causing you to feel a whole lot worse over it,

"I know, I wanted to." He said with a proud smirk plastered across his cheeks grinning from ear to ear as you looked at everything he'd gotten. He'd come home earlier than expected from work - promising the boys that he would make it up to them - but he'd stopped off at the shops. Bringing up snacks, and all the supplies you could possibly need for this time of the month.

"I needed to restock the drawers in the bathroom anyway," He explained as you noticed the different packs of tampons and pads that he'd bought back with him even though you weren't bleeding just yet.

"You're incredible." You sniffled, biting back the tears that were threatening to spill out everywhere. You knew it was probably a stupid reason to cry but having Seungmin understand and WANT to be there for you while you were going through this meant the world to you.

"I love you," You cuddled into his chest and he smiled to himself, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too...We have two hours before food, shall we watch a movie or go and have a hot bubble bath? I got your favourite bath bomb too," He explained as he pulled out your favourite bath bomb from your favourite store and you began to tear up once again.

JEONGIN:

Whenever it came to your PMDD Jeongin made sure that he was always prepared for it even if he "didn't have to be" he wanted to. The boy always made sure he had extra period products at his place just in case you came on earlier than expected and he also had an entire box devoted to you.

"I got this last week and forgot to add it." He said as he walked into his room, there you were curled up on his bed wearing one of his hoodies and some sweatpants and yet you'd never looked more beautiful to him.

"What is it?" You frowned watching as he took out a mat from a box and came closer to you.

"Heating pad, we wrap it around your stomach and I connect it to the laptop through the USB, it'll give you constant heat," He explained as he carefully wrapped the heating pad around your midsection and looked at you,

"Best part...It has a pocket, I know your hands get cold sometimes," He said with a small laugh, doing his best to brighten up your mood a little but it wasn't working. You'd woken up that morning in an awful mood and just wanted everything and everyone to leave you alone - not that Jeongin would ever let that happen, he wasn't going to let you go through this alone.

"Why are you still here? Don't you have work?" You bit out a little angry but Jeongin just smiled and shook his head,

"Practice got cancelled so I'm here with you all day," You smiled a little and snuggled into the sheets, the heating pad was doing wonders for your cramps and you did like the idea of having your boyfriend with you all day.

"Can we watch movies and eat junk food?" You questioned, resting your head down on the pillows and Jeongin smirked at you.

"I already got all your favourites," He quickly kissed the top of your head and left to go and grab everything.

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jackalopesao3 · 2 years ago

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What are your headcanons for how the brothers and undatables react to an MC who’s a worse cook than Solomon? (To the point that even Solomon gets food poisoning)

Well, if they survive a worse cook than Solomon…

Note: Some of these are long

CW: symptoms of gastrointestinal illness, maybe some swearing, general feeling unwell, a touch of chaos

Characters: All

Lucifer

He doesn’t physically punish MC but this is the one and only time they are strung from the ceiling. It’s not because he took one bite, gagged violently, spat it out into his napkin, and needed three bottles of the strongest flavored Devildom seltzer to knock the taste out of his mouth. It’s because MC’s cooking made his brothers cry and made them physically ill.

“MC, if your cooking was truly that abominable, why did you not just say so?”

Mammon

Mammon is one of the brothers that cried. He tried not to let MC see by putting his shades on at the dinner table. He was the only one of his brothers to go for another bite as he didn’t want to hurt their feelings. The boy somehow forced down a few bites before finding a reason to excuse himself so he could sneak away to vomit. He called off sick the next day. Lucifer surprisingly let him stay home.

“It’s *hrk* great, MC!”

Leviathan

Also cried. He also projectile vomited immediately, coating whoever had the misfortune of being in front of him. Unfortunately for everyone, that was Satan. No one had ever seen Leviathan move so fast. Before anyone could blink, you heard his bedroom door slam shut.

“MC, please don’t ever cook again! That was worse than the one time Ayane-chan made devil-buffalo autumn crunch rolls on How I Leveled Up My Pet Slime To The Max!”

Satan

Being well cultured on most things, he recognized what dish MC made and that it did not look or smell like said dish. He took a forkful up to his mouth and cautiously tasted it with the tip of his tongue before instantly dropping his fork and gulped down a glass of water. As he stood up, he felt something hot and wet collide with his chest. The room fell eerily silent as he looked down to see vomit and hear Levi’s door slamming shut. He closed his eyes, body trembling with rage as he counted to ten before walking to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“MC, you will repay me by helping me with laundry this week,” he says this with a smile but anyone who can hear can tell that’s a threat in his voice.

Meanwhile, Levi discovers a curse on one of his favorite RAD shirts that makes the buttons on it scream loudly in different octaves whenever he starts to think about Ruri-chan during class. He gets detention multiple times that day.

Asmo

“Awww! MC you’re so sweet cooking for us tonight! I can’t wait! It looks so yummy!” Asmo chirped as he sat down at the dinner table, totally unaware of the lovecraftian horror that awaited his tastebuds.

One bite and he was convinced this was the end. The poor demon was coughing, heaving, and wailing all at the same time. Between sobs and coughs, everyone heard shouts of, “Help! I think I’m dying!” alternatively, “I’m too pretty to die! Help me!” Asmo was so hysterical he ended up wearing himself out and passed out on the floor.

“MC, how could you! I almost diiiiiieeeed!”

Beel

Beel wasn’t at the dinner table, which wasn’t unusual at first because he’d get impatient and pre-game by munching on food in the refrigerator. The brothers used this time to get a plate of food before he realized it was dinner time and everything on the table.

What no one knew was that Beel had snuck an entire plate of MC’s dish from the abyss, before they had brought it out. He was so excited that he had to be the first one to try it. Hungry boy gobbled it all down, shoveling it all into his mouth at once.

MC is so lucky they never saw the absolute look of betrayal on his face - it would have killed them. He had never tasted anything so horrible before. He had already swallowed half of it and his body was covered in a thin glaze of sweat. The avatar of gluttony was torn between swallowing the rest of this truly terrifying concoction or spitting it out. He hardened his resolve to not let food go to waste and swallowed the remaining glob in his mouth. A sharp pain ripped through his abdomen and he quickly looked down to see if he was stabbed, his demon form coming out on pure instinct. No stab wound, just pain from whatever MC cooked. The room spun around him as he gripped the counter for support. He couldn’t even call for MC, Belphie, or Lucifer for help before he passed out.

“MC, if you’re hungry or need to cook let me do it or we can order out!”

Belphie

Belphie was nearly falling asleep at the table before you placed the food in front of him. He gave MC a sleepy smile before taking a bite. His half-lidded eyes snapped open in complete horror as he spat the food out and took a glass of water to rinse his mouth out right at the table, spitting the water back on the table, much to Lucifer’s dismay.

“Is this revenge for me killing you? Is that it? Is this poison?” He asked, tears welling in his eyes with guilt.

When he saw the genuine confused look on MC’s face and heard their apologies he realized the truth, that they were a nightmare of a cook.

“Wait…Beel’s normally here by now. Oh no!” Like Levi, MC had never seen Belphie run so fast in his life.

“Beel?! BEEL!!!!!” Belphie’s anguished cries come from the kitchen where everyone finds the unconscious demon.

As Beel slowly woke up, everyone relaxed.

“MC, Beel almost died! No more cooking unless it’s for Lucifer!”

Diavolo

“Oh! MC, you brought food to afternoon tea! How splendid!”

Before Dia can even take one bite Barbatos swept in like demon butler dressed in a shining apron set of armor.

In the future, Barbatos saw Diavolo taking one bite and choking it down with a fake smile. Despite both his and Dia’s best efforts, nobles saw it as an attempt to poison the future king and MC was facing a possible execution.

“Pardon the intrusion but it appears as if some fiend-flies landed on this dish as soon as it was uncovered. This is inexcusable. My apologies to you both,” Barbatos explained with a quick bow before he replaced the monstrosity with something much more edible.

“I’m I couldn’t try your cooking this time, MC. Maybe next time!”

*If Dia ever did have the chance to try MC’s cooking without Barb saving him he’d likely be in shock at first. He’d cough and swallow it. Then he’d ghost MC like he does Solomon anytime they say they’re cooking.

Barbatos

After saving the day, Barbatos pulled MC aside before they could leave. He smiled but it was a smile that was making the temperature drop around them.

“MC, a word, if you have a moment,” he didn’t wait to hear their response and with a firm hand on the small of their back he guided them into the kitchen.

“What in the three realms were you thinking serving this to the young master?” Barbatos gestured to the abomination MC made, that he brought back to the kitchen.

“What is in this….concoction of yours could kill a human and make a demon fall seriously ill. Were you intent on causing harm today?” MC could feel the temperature in the room dropping lower and lower as Barbatos spat the question at them.

They shrunk against the door and shivered from both the cold and fright, absolutely bewildered. Their lower lip wobbled and their legs gave out. Amidst the whimpers of apologies Barbatos could make out, “cook like this all the time” and “didn’t know it was bad”. This left Barbatos equally bewildered as he never thought someone could surpass Solomon in bad cooking.

It took him a moment to recover from shock before he grabbed a box of tissues and was kneeling beside MC while the temperature of the room returned to normal. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment before MC weakly laughed.

“That bad, huh?”

“You managed to surpass Solomon in worst cook in all of the three realms. That is quite the feat, MC,” Barbatos gently placed a hand on their shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze, before helping them up.

“I apologize for scaring you. I honestly thought for a second this was…poison.”

“If you truly wish to learn and do better, I can teach you.”

Solomon

He didn’t notice how terrible it tasted. This man either doesn’t have taste buds or his tastes are just extremely weird. To him your food tasted normal, good even.

It wasn’t until after dinner, when he notices he’s been sweating more than usual, that he realizes something’s wrong. Chills followed the sweats. Confused, he stepped away from the potion he was about to brew, a wave of lightheadedness hit him and he caught himself on his desk.

“Maybe I should rest,” the sorcerer thought to himself as he settled down on his bed.

He immediately sat back up as the most unimaginable pain ripped through his digestive track. He sprinted to the bathroom, summoning a bucket along the way.

If any of you have ever seen the photo where the person is on the toilet having diarrhea and also puking into a bucket at the same time, that’s Solomon after eating MC’s cooking.

If it weren’t for Simeon having had the intuition to check on him, Solomon would have crashed on the bathroom floor that night. Lucky for him that Simeon helped clean him up and tucked him into bed after that. Both him and Luke kept watch on the poor guy throughout the night.

“Hey MC, ummm….last night wasn’t revenge for anything was it? …oh? Never mind! Why don’t I do the cooking next time? You want to order out instead? Okay!”

He couldn’t believe this wasn’t revenge for his own bad cooking. He chuckled. His cute apprentice was even more like him than he thought. This just makes him more fond MC.

Simeon

He took one bite, did his best not to cough, and discreetly spat it out in a napkin. He looked puzzled at the food and then at you before taking a sip of water. How could you be a worse cook than Solomon? Being used to feigning politeness and dealing with the abominations Solomon comes up with, Simeon maintained a great poker face. It was when Luke started violently coughing that Simeon saw an out.

“Oh no! Luke! You must be allergic to something!” He exclaimed as he came to Luke’s aid with a glass of water, whispering, “just go along with this and we can get out of here alive.”

The frightened child nodded and Simeon ran out of the room to grab an “allergy pill” aka a child’s multivitamin and has Luke take that.

“I’m so sorry MC. Luke has some rare allergies we are still figuring out, let me treat all three of us to dinner at Hell’s Kitchen instead!”

Luke

Immediately started coughing and wrenching violently. He cried. Simeon covered for him by blaming it on an allergy.

After Simeon took them out for dinner and disposed of the toxic creation he checked up on Luke who was still shaken from the earlier events.

“I-is MC actually a demon?” He asked, wide and glossy eyes peered up at his elder from under his sheets.

Simeon shook his head with a soft smile and handed him a plate of cookies with a glass of milk.

“Not at all, Luke. Remember how we keep Solomon out of the kitchen?”

Luke groaned in response. What was it with humans and cooking?

Thirteen

Considering she hates Solomon and a big reason for that is because of his cooking, she got pretty angry when MC gave her some food they made.

“What the?! How are you a worse cook than that idiot sorcerer?! I know there are good chefs in the human world! I oughtta get you good for that, you know!” She threatened after spitting the food out but then an idea struck.

“Actually I’ll forgive you! Let me take the rest of that off your hands and cook for me whenever I ask you but no questions, okay?” Her eyes twinkled and she shot MC a mischievous grin and MC couldn’t find themselves saying no.

Thirteen utilized MC’s cooking as a weapon. MC even joined in on the fun in some of Thirteen’s pranks. Diavolo even got a kick out of it until Lucifer made him put a stop to it.

“We had a good run! Didn’t we?” Thirteen grinned and put her arm around MC before she whispered, “we’ll just wait until this blows over. Maybe I’ll even let you name my next invention that I’m designing to shoot your food out like a cannonball! It’ll go straight towards their mouths so there’s no way some of that is not getting in!”

Mephisto

MC was helping him with something for the newspaper and was on snack duty that day. Mephistopheles normally just ordered food for himself since he’s a spoiled wine aunt but forgot his wallet. “Well, the human did bring snacks and if they’re eating it must be edible” he thought with a resigned sigh as he went to grab a sandwich.

Hesitantly, he took a bite and went completely rigid as the horrid flavor assaulted his tastebuds. His reaction is one swift, thorough cough into a napkin. Mephisto grabs his thermos and downs the rest of his coffee to get the rest of the taste out of his mouth. How is MC eating that and not dying?!

He tossed the remaining snacks in the garbage and snatched the one MC was eating right out of their hand. They just stared in confusion as Mephisto stormed back to the trash can and threw it in before he turned on his heel back towards them.

“Human! What in the three realms is wrong with you?!” He didn’t give MC a chance to answer before stomping out of the room.

MC was used to him being dramatic at that point so they weren’t bothered and continued working on the project.

About thirty minutes later a nice takeout meal along with a drink is placed on their desk.

Mephisto sat down with his own meal at the desk across from their’s, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Well that took nearly an hour of my time going home to get my card to buy us edible food, the least you could do is say, ‘thank you’ you know,” he tutted.

“Thanks,” MC replied, stunned that he actually bought them something too.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, human. Whatever you were eating before was going to kill you and you’ve actually become quite the asset to the club. If you haven’t noticed, membership has been….lacking.

Besides, despite the fact that you’re human and have terrible taste in roommates, I find you tolerable. No making yourself sick or dying from your own abysmal cooking, alright? While you are here I will take care of food. I trust those awful brothers aren’t stupid enough to let you cook at home, right? Good.”

And that’s when MC realized they finally made Mephistopheles their friend. Talk about plot twist!

Raphael

This weirdo (I do mean that affectionately) actually likes Solomon’s cooking. Even if MC is somehow worse, I’m assuming he has tastebuds of steel.

Raphael finished his plate and asked for seconds, leaving everyone else horrified yet in awe at his indestructible digestive system. (Theology states that he has healing powers so maybe he’s just immune idk.)

“That was really good, MC! Feel free to cook for us anytime when you visit Purgatory Hall!”

He did not feel the glares of his hall mates on his back when he said that but he did get goosebumps.

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analogwriting · 1 year ago

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 7: Wrought Iron

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 2k

Life at sea wasn’t so bad. It didn’t take your brother very long to obtain a fairly decent sized crew. He had a way with people - in his own brash way that seemed to charm a lot of folks. Everyone that seemed to join was easy enough to get along with - at least to you. It wasn’t long before the ship was as rowdy as your brother.

You loved it.

Even so, you did spend a lot of time in your lab, wanting to make use of this amazing space your brother had made for you as well as feel like you were of some use. You couldn’t fight, so this was the next best thing. You tried to enhance and make everyday life easier. Sometimes, you’d come up with some kind of contraption to make for the crew, but your arm proved difficult when it came to smaller, more precise movements. That’s where your brother stepped in.

One night, you were struggling with a contraption of yours, getting upset and frustrated. You felt like crying. Whenever you were unable to do something, you were painfully reminded of what happened. It was just a lot sometimes. You were typically good at keeping this from everyone, but your brother had caught you mid crises.

You had taken a small piece and chucked it across the room. It slammed into the wall next to the door and shattered. Eustass also happened to be standing in the doorway when it happened. He looked shocked to see you like this. You were always cool, calm, collected. Aside from when you bickered, but that was a given considering you were siblings.

“What do you want?” You turned away from him, sniffling and wiping away what tears had started forming in your eyes.

“What’s going on, Bigs?” His voice was softer than usual, clearly concerned for you. You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.”

“I think whatever you just shattered in a million pieces says otherwise.”

“Fuck off.”

“No can do.” With his ability, he gathered up the pieces off the ground with ease, holding them in his hand and out to you. “What are you working on?”

“It’s supposed to be a contraption that helps us dry out meat in a more efficient manner. But I…” You stopped, knowing you were gonna start crying out of frustration again. You took a deep breath. “Sorry, it’s just been a long day.” A lie.

As usual, your brother saw right through it, shaking his head. “I wish you wouldn’t lie to me,” he mumbled, taking a look at the schematic you had. “This actually doesn’t seem too hard. Why don’t I help you?”

“You are already busy and doing other things. I don’t want to bother you with this.”

“Bigs, literally what am I doing right now?” You just looked at him. “Exactly. Not shit. Now shut up and walk me through it.”

And that’s how your brother started helping you on your little projects. Whenever he had free time, he’d come by and help you out on whatever project you had that you couldn’t finish. Sometimes, you’d build to a certain point then leave it for Eustass to finish once you couldn’t work on it anymore.

It was something you found yourself loving. You loved your brother and spending this time with him was always nice. You both would be so in the zone doing what you love that no arguing happened and sometimes the rest of the crew would watch in awe because of how well you worked together.

Hell, Eustass even gave you some good ideas. You could be in the middle of a project and he had an idea of how to make it even better or he even came up with things on his own. He’d come up with the idea, you drew up the schematic, and you’d work on it together. You worked like a well oiled machine. Quality time with your brother was something you never passed up.

Along with working in the lab and patching everyone up after fights, you also helped Killer cook often. You had made a list of everyone’s likes, dislikes, and allergies. Whenever someone joined, it was the first thing you asked them - along with medical questions that you needed to know as the ship’s doctor.

You had created your own recipe book containing recipes that everyone would like. They were all labeled who’s favorite was what, who didn’t like what. It was like a cookbook with lots of notes written inside. In the beginning, you wrote in your own shorthand, but with all of Killer’s questions on what meant what, you realized that probably wasn’t the best idea.

Especially because you couldn’t always help out with cooking. Sometimes you would get caught up working on something in the lab or you were just patching people up. Though, sometimes your arm gave you such a hard time, you weren’t exactly much help. Again, you would feel awful when you felt useless.

“I’m sorry, Killi,” you mumbled, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“For what?” He turned to look at you, tilting his head to the side. He used more body language now that he wore his helmet just about all the time.

“Not being able to help.” You frowned and you heard him chuckle. “You can still help. Come here.” You blinked, walking over to him.

“How about you read to me what’s in the cookbook - the steps. You can also measure some things out, no?” You stared at him for a moment before nodding. You supposed he was right. There were still things you could do. You just hated asking for help. After helping everyone else all your life, having it be the other way around was just…weird.

With Killer’s help, you realized there was plenty you could do in the kitchen on the days where your arm was of no use. Just like when you worked with your brother, you worked with him well. It was another part of your ship life that you thoroughly enjoyed.

The eye candy was also a plus in everything.

Along with cooking and building, you were teaching Heat and Wire how to make weapons. You had somewhat shown them back on your home island. They had always had an interest in it, but you never got around to teaching them. Now was as good of a time as any.

“You know what would make this even easier?” Heat said, pulling metal out of the furnace. You blinked, looking at him. “Hm?”

“If I could breathe fire.” He nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the word.

You snorted. “Breathe fire? I’m pretty sure the only way to do that is with a devil fruit. I’m afraid that Fire Fist kid has you beat.” Heat shrugged, seemingly unbothered.

“Or have someone who is good at science and inventing things.”

You stopped, narrowing your eyes as you immediately caught on to what he was going on about.

“You want me to help you breathe fire?”

Again, he nodded as if it was obvious.

“That’s literally impossible.”

“Is it though?”

You just stared at him. You had no idea how you would even start to develop something that could help him breathe fire. Fire weapon? Yeah. No issue. But breathing it? Without the aid of a devil fruit? Imp-

“Too hard of a task? It’s okay to admit you can’t do it.”

Your eyes snapped in his direction. “Excuse me?”

“I said if it’s too hard, that’s okay.”

Heat smirked at you and you clicked your tongue. Dammit. He knew you too well. He knew you had a competitive side - just like your brother. “Fucking….” You let out a long sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

“You know what? Fucking okay. I’ll get you to breathe fire. Just you fucking watch me.”

Then you stormed out of the room and down to your lab.

You worked tirelessly day and night for a couple of weeks after that. You were determined to figure out how to make him breathe fire. There had to be a way, right?

Eventually, you think you figured it out. You were running through the ship, bursting into the kitchen where Heat and Killer were. You had ran around trying to find him until Dive finally told you where he was located.

The two boys looked up at you, surprised to see you. “You’re out.”

“I think I figured it out.” There was an unhinged look in your eye. You held out your hand, revealing what looked like a candy.

“No shot,” Heat said, standing up and looking in your hand. “It’s not a permanent solution,” you said, dropping it into his hand.

“But it should give you temporary ability. It’s something I’ll have to work on to give you a long lasting effect.”

He stared at you, clearly in disbelief.

“How long does it last?” Killer asked. You looked over to him. “About…six hours?”

You looked back to Heat, launching into how to use it. It was as easy as eating a candy, but you had to position your mouth just right to make it work so that he wasn’t just breathing fire whenever.

Heat looked at the small thing in his hand. “It won’t explode will it?”

“I swear to fuck if you guys bring that up one more time-”

Your threats fell on deaf ears as everyone started laughing.

A few hours later, you were back in your lab, working on something when your brother barrelled through the door. “Bigs, what the fuck!” You looked up, eyes wide.

“What I’d do?”

“How the hell did you give Heat the ability to fucking breathe fire?” Though, what he was asking and the facial expression he was having weren’t matching up to how you thought he’d react to such a thing.

“He asked and I just did my job.” You shrugged.

“He set the deck on fire!”

“That’s not my fault!”

“You gave him the ability to!”

“But I didn’t tell him to do that!”

“Not to mention, that new toothpaste you gave Dive? The one to help her strengthen her teeth since she uses them to fight? Now she’s biting everything on the ship! There’s teeth marks everywhere!”

“That’s also not my fault!”

“It’s your invention!”

“Sounds like you need to control your crew better,” you said, folding your arms and glaring at him. Why the hell was he blaming you for mishaps? You were just trying to help. It wasn’t your fault people acted crazy with what you provided.

He returned your glare. “Oh, you saying I’m a bad captain?”

“If the shoe fits, asshole.”

However, you quickly ate your words as you saw the look on Eustass’ face. You immediately softened, unfolding your arms. It seemed like this was a soft subject that you had no idea about. “Tungsten…”

“No, no. You’re right.” He let out a harsh sigh, pinching the bridge of hsi nose. “If I can’t control my crew, I don’t deserve to be a captain.” He groaned. “I just fucking hate it when you’re right.”

You chuckled, patting his shoulder. “It ain’t easy bein’ captain. Which is why you love it. You’d be bored if it was an easy job. Besides, you picked spunky crewmates for this exact reason. Again, you’d be bored otherwise.”

Eustass laughed. “You’re not wrong. I would be so fucking bored if I had a crew that did everything I asked.” You laughed along with him.

“Now, get outta here and be a captain. Don’t be afraid to make them afraid, you know?” A smirk spread across your face and he responded with his own shiteating grin. “You’re right.” You knew he wouldn’t hurt them to make them afraid. He would never hurt his own, but he knew how to make people listen. It seemed like he just needed a little push. He had a natural talent for leading and you weren’t going to let him get discouraged.

Or maybe it was just because he was an ass. Living up to his name, honestly.

“Thanks, Bigs.”

“Anytime, tungsten.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #am fics #cc #massacre soldier killer

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jaykayfictions · 2 months ago

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My high-school worst enemy|Jimin ff part 8.

Summary: Park Jimin was a jerk and you hated him your entire time in high school, but what happens when he isn't the asshole he appears to be?

genre: angst and fluff, enemies to lovers au.

warnings: lots and lots of swearing, a bit of violence and bullying, and lots of crying. mc is very angry in this chapter, sexual innuendos (was only one scene & Jimin wasn’t the one.)

author's note: it's long, I'm sorry 😔. No hate to the idols I use in this chapter.

disclaimer: any offensive thing said about an idol is just for the fan fic, pls don't take it to heart. Any photos I post aren't mine, credit to owners.

You

Hey Jimin

Jimin😏

Hey

You

Can u ask u abt something?

Jimin😏

Yeah?

You

promise u'll tell me the truth.

Jimin😏

I promise.

You

🧐

Jimin😏

I'm serious.

You

y did u like my Instagram post when we weren't friends?

Jimin😏

Bcs I never saw u smile like that b4.

U looked happy

and also 'cause I don't see my elder siblings often.

You

you have elder siblings?!😲😦

Jimin😏

well yeah.

You

and also 'cause I don't see my elder siblings often.

what abt Rosé?

Jimin😏

apart from her.

You

Oh well umm if u need advice

hit me up ok?

Jimin😏

sure

thanks by the way.

You

wait I have another question.

Jimin😏

go on

You

who taught u hw to cook?

Jimin😏

the Ahjumma u saw the other day.

You

really?🤯

Jimin😏

I'll tell u the details in a few years time.

You

Jimin!😤😠

Jimin😏

kidding

tell u later

You

bye 👋

Jimin😏

bye

see u at school.

It's been two months since you've been friends with Jimin and the boys and they were the best two months ever. You hanged out a lot. Played mario cart with Jin nagging about how much you and the boys made him suffer just because you all tried to distract him, causing him to lose his game. Your female friends such as Lisa and Rosé tagged along a few times, but the fight that unleashed between the two was not a pretty sight. Rosé got mad at Lisa for hiding her relationship and Lisa was mad at Rosé because she hid her relation to Jimin. Saying they were hypocrites was honestly the truth. From anger to frustration and then they both broke down, crying like bipolar bitches. And then some crazy shit along the line. You really questioned how the hell they were your friends.

The argument didn't last long though. Fortunately they resolved their issues and were stuck to each other like glue. The events that happened were crazy. You had not smiled, laughed or felt that happy since the basketball event. Jungkook's teasing about you and Jimin being a couple was still there, but you didn't care. This was until the boys joined in as well like it was some kind of trend on Twitter, the fuck?

The group chat😎

Kookie🐰

#Y/Nmin

Jin😘

They look so cute together, I'm not gonna lie.

Joonie🤓

they just need to know that they like eachother.

Hobi 😃

seriously, they're giving me young couple vibes.

You

can u guys pls stop?

Jin😘

Just stating the obvious.

Kookie🐰

seriously, they're giving me young couple vibes

or maybe even high school sweethearts.

Tae😁

You

or maybe even high school sweethearts

stfu we are not that for fuck's sake!

Jimin tell them to stop!

Tae😁

see, u're running to ur lover boy❤️

#Y/Nmin 4 life!

Jimin😏

stfu bro😒

Yoongi 😎

imma be honest

u guys r gonna wed in the future

I can see it.

You

even u too?!

Kookie 🐰

#Y/Nmin 4 life

Jin😘

#Y/Nmin 4 life

Jimin😏

r u seriously snubbing us?

Hobi 😃

'us'?

already announcing ur relationship I see.

And messages like these would go on and on on the groupchat and it was slightly annoying, but you would be lying if you said u hated it or that you didn't feel flustered. You've become very close with them so quickly that they almost knew you like Jungkook did. ''Yoongi doesn't befriend just anyone and you managed to do that after having lunch with him, which means he likes you or has a soft spot for you, not in a romantic way though, don't get me wrong.'' Jin had said, reminding you of the time Jungkook said the same about Jimin. Did you perhaps like him? You liked him as a friend not more than that right? Or that was what you thought.

The last party you all went to is what you'll never forget. You were so excited and the boys had convinced you to attend even though you were reluctant to go you agreed, but you had never been to a party before, apart from birthday celebrations and family reunions. But you had never gone to a high school fuck or fratboy party before and that made you nervous. You had texted Jungkook to ask about the outfit you would wear but he wasn't that useful.

Kookie🐰

You

Kookie 🐰

What do you need?

you never text me.....

unless you need something🤨

You

I need ur help

idk what outfit to wear

Kookie 🐰

I knew it!

send me ur best options and I'll choose.

You

Kookie 🐰

just wear any one u'll look good 2 be honest.

You

that's not helping

imma just ask the boys.

You decided to ask from the group chat since he wasn't helping matters.

The group chat 😎

You

idk what to wear guys.

Jin 😘

you literally slay a plain hoodie and miniskirt on a normal day at school.

I'm sure u'll look good in anything.

Hobi 😃

true.

Tae 😁

fr.

Yoongi 😎

you literally slay a plain hoodie and miniskirt on a normal day at school.

Keeping tabs on what she wears I see 🧐

Jin 😘

It’s called being observant🙄

Yoongi 😎

whatever you say perv

Jin 😘

HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!🔥🤬

Yoongi 😎

I didn’t technically say it but ok

Jin 😘

you’re so annoying

Kookie 🐰

I'm sure u'll look good in anything

same thing I told her.

You

u didn't say that u liar

Joonie 🤓

just wear something casual

the party's nothing fancy.

You

Ok thanks guys ☺️

u definitely helped more than Kookie.

Kookie 🐰

What!

I literally said the same thing!

and don't call me Kookie!

U know I hate it!

You

Bye👋

Gotta go get ready.

Kookie 🐰

Oh wow

u're just gonna avoid me now huh?

You ended up wearing the jacket and shorts with some boots since Joonie had said it was a casual hangout.

These are the boots by the way.

When you got to the party, you just had a bad feeling about the night, but Jimin reassured you and you decided to get a drink. Bear in mind that all they had were energy drinks and non-alcoholic fruit wine due to it being illegal for a bunch of seventeen year olds to be drinking. But the food was damn good. You were currently laughing at Joonie's crazy story of how Jimin's one night stand thought he was dating her and went berserk when she caught him in the girls' bathroom, getting his dick sucked by another girl. Apparently she beat the shit out of her and told Jimin she was breaking up with him, saying that he had no right to ghost her and still have the audacity to cheat on her after their first night together. Jimin told her off calmly, she got embarrassed and ran away crying. Sad life. Could never be you. You felt bad for her though. You couldn't blame her for falling for someone who only viewed her as a hook-up. Jimin was a dick. You don't know what you would have done if that happened to you.

While you were laughing you spotted a figure that caused your smile to drop and your muscles to stiffen. Oh shit. You saw him. You thought you'll never see him again after the stupid stunt you pulled. Gosh, this was going to be embarrassing. Jimin must have noticed how tense you were and how your mood suddenly changed. "You okay?" He asked softly. "Oh, uh, yeah, I- I'm fine, I just need some fresh air." You stammered, finding it hard to speak due to your eyes welling up with tears. "You're definitely not okay, let's go." He offered you his hand, which you gladly took, thanking him for getting you out of the cramped chair as he lead you to the balcony. On your way there the person you tried escaping appeared. Fuck. Luck was not on your side today. Now you wished you just stayed home.

"Ah. Y/N, it's been a while don't you think?" He grinned, looking like a fucking idiot. "Hey." You barely managed to mutter while faking a smile you knew was extremely stiff. "Never thought I would see you at these kind of parties." He smirked, what a cocky bastard. "Me neither, especially after what happened." Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of your foolish mistake. Jimin looked confused and you could tell that he was wondering how you knew him. "Ah yes, about that, I just wanted to tell you that I'm open now, I mean..." He licked his lips, shamelessly eyeing you up and down not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out. "now that you look so fucking hot, you'll look pretty while sitting on my cock." His smirk widened.

Disgusted. Absolutely disgusted...and stupid. That was how you felt, before frustration and anger flooded your veins.The heck? After two fucking years?! Did he really see you as a whore that he'll go to when he felt aroused? Was this how little he thought of you? Did he really view your feelings as trash? Of course it was the sex, you scoffed internally. Your hands were shaking in rage and your eyes burned with fury, but before you could react Jimin snapped. "You fucking bastard! How dare you say that to her!" He shouted, voice filled with anger. "Jimin." You warned, putting a hand on his chest. "I can handle this." You looked away from him to face the stupid, ugly he-goat, who seemed unfazed by Jimin's outrage.

How the hell was this who you had a crush on before? How pathetic. Curse your past self. "You cum eating, stupid motherfucking, self centered, ill-mannered man whore. How dare you fucking use my feelings against me, take advantage of me, ghost me and come back offering sex? You fucking bitch...'' Angry tears spilled from your eyes. You never knew he was this heartless. "I don't even know what I saw in you, I fucking blame myself for having a dumb crush on you! And you fucking think you can tell me this shit to my face after ghosting me for two years?! Fuck you Wonho! Fuck. You." You screamed, not caring about the attention you were drawing from the people at the party.

Jimin held you back but you broke away from his grip before giving Wonho a slap in the face. Yes, you slapped him. Hard. Very hard. So hard that the imprint of your hand was shown on his cheek. It still wasn't enough, it didn't sum up to the amount of pain he put you through. Jimin had taken you away from the party and told the boys that you needed some space.

He held your hands in his as you walked down the road.

"Are you okay now?'' He whispered softly. "I'm fine." You nodded. "Umm do you mind telling me what happened between you and that Wonho guy? You don't have to if you don't want to." He asked hesitantly before panicking. "Nah it's fine." You sniffled. "I was fifteen years and I was going to this sports academy during the summer holidays, that was where I met Wonho. He was quite nice and charming, a contrast to what he is now. We instantly clicked, got talking, became friends, that kinda stuff. I don't know when or how the hell it happened, but I somehow had a crush on him. He was just too good to be true, you know? The perfect boyfriend material and I just couldn't stop myself. It was hard to distance myself from him, but even when I did I still couldn't stop crushing on him. I told Jungkook about it and he said I would only know his feelings for me if I told him. So I gathered the courage to tell him and I did." Your lips quivered and tears threatened to spill again. "Hey it's fine, you don't have to continue". He ushered softly giving you a sympathetic smile. "But I want to."

You inhaled sharply before speaking again. "I told him and you know what he said?" You asked before scoffing. "He said he'll think about it and that he needed time. But it was a lie, I believed it of course, I was still naive back then. He dated many girls and flaunted them in front of me and my stupid self still waited for his answer. He used me, took advantage of the fact that I liked him because he knew I wouldn't say no. Why? Because he knew I was trying to please him." You paused before gulping. "I kept being his puppet, hoping he'll eventually date me. How could he? I mean look at me." You laughed but it wasn't humorous, your voice becoming bitter. "Don't say that." Jimin scolded, but you ignored him and continued speaking.

"This cycle continued, until I overheard his conversation with his friends. He was using me all along. He never liked me, talkless of wanting to be my friend, only approached me 'cause of a bet. He decided to use me instead of dumping me straight up and that I wasn't even his type. That I was..... too ugly to date him. After what I heard, I cried so hard that my mom got worried and had to consult a therapist. I didn't open up. But what really broke me was the fact that he started dating a girl called Seulgi the day I confessed. I felt so stupid. I should've seen it coming. It hurts when you fall for the wrong person. Jimin..." You say turning to look at him with a sad smile. "I'm not the tough girl people say I am or make me out to be, I'm just a pathetic loser, scared of showing emotions and vulnerability. Sometimes I wish I never met him." You sigh, finally meeting his gaze.

He had a broody expression and his jaw was clenched. Tight. Like really tight that you wondered how his teeth weren't broken yet. "Don't say that about yourself Y/N. It's okay to be vulnerable, if you can't show it to others, at least show that side of you to me. Look I know we aren't that close due to us starting off on the wrong foot and it's not my place to tell you this but, he was a dick and an ignorant fool that gave no thought about your feelings." You smiled at the way he was failing miserably at masking his anger and irritation towards Wonho, but your insecurities had the best of you.

"Look Jimin, I am not worth it, stop trying to sugarcoat it or sweet talk me out of it, even you said that I was way too ugly to be your type." You weren't lying though, it was the truth and those were his words. You were surprised to see his jaw clench tighter, how are his teeth not compressed yet? Didn't it hurt? "Look, I don't know why I said that or what I was trying to prove back then. I was young, naive and stupid, okay? But fuck you're beautiful, you're pretty and it hurts to think that my words made you feel like that, I didn't mean to make you feel insecure, I'm sorry." He apologized, angry at himself for not realizing how harsh his words were, but your smile caused his lips to curl upwards. You were damn too cute to be mad around.

He would never tell you this but he thought you were prettiest girl he'd ever met, apart from Rosé of course. "I can understand how you feel though. But if he can't accept you the way you are then he should fuck off. You should feel free to laugh because Wonho is full of shit. You deserve better." "I do." You both keep walking down the road in silence before a question you've been wanting to ask slips out.

"What about you? Why don't you do relationships?" You were very curious about why he only had one night stands and hookups, instead of records of girlfriends and side chicks, but you didn't want to seem like you were prying. So you assumed he wasn't ready for commitment and enjoyed sleeping around. Jimin looked surprised, clearly not expecting your question.

"Are you sure you wanna know?" "If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have asked." You rebutted. "Feisty, are we?" He smiled, amused by your growl before sighing softly. "Her name was Yeji." He started off. "Who? Your girlfriend?" You gaped. It felt like someone just told you Santa Claus actually bought your last Christmas present. Jimin had a girlfriend. There were a lot of things you didn't know about him. He always appeared to be transparent and very open, turns out that there are certain things he keeps to himself.

"I'm sorry, you can continue. I won't cut you off next time, I promise." You sheepishly apologized, feeling bad for interrupting him when he patiently listened to you. "She was my classmate and I had a massive crush on her, due to my bad boy character I guess she did like me back or that was just what I thought. We started dating and I chose to be the best boyfriend ever. I blocked my flings and stopped flirting with other girls. She melted my ice and my cold demeanor, I was so whipped for her back then." He chucked but it was from bitterness not happiness.

"But after six months she broke up with me, it was over text. She said I was too clingy and she hated my lovey dovey act and shit. She expected me to be a possessive dumbass, but all I did was to trust her. I was broken, completely destroyed and it fucking hurt to breathe, but the boys were there for me and helped me with my emotional baggage." He smiled sadly. "I decided to get over her by fucking other girls. The typical fuck till you forget type of shit. I just don't want to go for a girl only for her to leave me like Yeji. When I choose to be committed and serious, I give it my all. But what's the point when all they do is leave? I definitely don't want my efforts wasted. Never heard from her ever since and I want it that way. Just hope she doesn't approach me at school."

His voice was oozing in nothing but hurt. You could relate but Yeji was a bitch. For a ladies' man or let's say womanizer to change for you and you throw that opportunity away just because you wanted him to be 'possessive'? That's so fucking messed up. She was a delusional bimbo. The heck? And to say that it wasn't face to face is crazy. How shitty of her. If Wonho did that for you, you would thank God everyday for your existence on Earth.

"Look, not all girls are like Yeji, and she's a dick for leaving you for such a stupid reason. I mean you're handsome, talented, nice, you're quite the catch, and she threw all that away just because she wanted a guy straight from a Wattpad fiction. She's bullshit, you really deserve someone better." You frowned, anger evident in your voice at the stupidity of Yeji. You never liked her but this just worsened your distaste for her.

"Oh really?"He cocked his brow. "Well, yes but don't let it get to your head." You mumbled, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Thanks for the compliment." He smirked cockily. "Do you wanna get some food?" You asked before your stomach confirmed this by rumbling, causing you to flush in embarrassment while Jimin laughed boisterously. "You ate a whole plate of dessert! And you're still hungry?" He was definitely exaggerating. You ate just a little, it wasn't even close to what you normally ate. "It was just a little." You pouted. "Three slices of cake and half a bowl of ice cream is not little." He stated as a matter of factly causing you to whine. If you didn't cut him off he'd probably talk about the amount of food you ate talkless of the dessert.

"Stop teasing me, I'm hungry!" You huffed, but you couldn't be mad at him for long when he bought you your favorite sandwich from Subway. You enjoyed Jimin's company more than the party. Maybe meeting Wonho wasn't exactly a bad thing. You could finally let go.

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The bell had rung and everyone was rushing home or talking with their friends. On your way to your gymnastics session, you were pulled to the empty corner Yeon Seo had previously tried to bully you. Why were girls so goddamn obsessed with this location? Before you could say a word Yeji appeared and you just knew this wasn't going to end well, especially after what Jimin had told you.

"Why the fuck are you trying to steal Jimin away from me huh?Haven't you heard the news? He's mine okay? You bitch have become too close to him, didn't you hate him?" You scoffed. The audacity. How dare she stand in front of you and act like you're a threat to her after what she did? Claiming someone that doesn't even talk to you anymore as yours is crazy. Some people need to get checked in a mental hospital. From the look of things Yeji's one of them.

"Coming from you, weren't you the one who said he wasn't 'possessive enough', huh? You left him and he's moved on, accept it and stop being a bitter bitch about it." You snapped, angry at her hypocrisy. Who the hell did she think she was? "If you have an issue, go meet him and stop being a coward." You spat, your anger fueling every passing second.

You saw a hint of shock and fear in her eyes before it swiftly changed to anger as they narrowed into slits. "How dare you fucking say that to me?!" She screamed, while her minions pinned you to the wall. "You and your fucking family are mistakes, what a waste of oxygen. First you lie about Taehyun being your brother, then you act all cute around Jungkook, now you're stealing my Jimin?!"

That was it.

You were angry before, but after what she just said,

You were livid.

They could call you crazy, you wouldn't care,

Because all you could see was RED.

You felt like an angry bull. You went beserk.

Was this bitch listening to herself?

You hated when people brought your family into matters and she of all people had no fucking right to say that.

"You don't get to say shit!" You growled, pushing her foolish minions off you. "You have no damn right to say shit about my family, you hear me?! Because they show me love a million times more than your fucking mother. If you dare come near me I will rip you apart with my bear hands. You fucking bastard."

"Such a motherfucking coward. If you have a fucking problem with me being close to Jimin, why don't you go to him to sort it? Because I am not the fucking problem. You can't even face me alone that you had to bring these two fools to do your dirty work. You lost the privilege to call him yours the moment you sent that text telling him you were done. So don't act like I did something wrong." You scoffed. "And you have the guts to look at me in the face and act all possessive when you know goddamn well you left him. Stop being goddamn insecure. You are the one to blame, so fucking face reality and accept that you've lost him forever, instead of bullying his so called 'close female friend'!!!"

You screamed. Loud. To the extent that your throat hurt, while you gritted your teeth. Yet your anger was not relinquished. She raised her hand to hit you but you didn't flinch or blink; you didn't move an inch. You wanted her to do it so you could have an excuse to rip her hair off her head. But you felt nothing. You weren't the violent type but she was pissing you off. You saw her anger slowly morph into fear and her hand was still in the air, restricted by a firm grip of another person.

"Don't vent your frustration on her, you know damn well it was your fault we broke up and you dare come back after how long to bully her? Why not face me instead? Gosh, you disgust me." He scoffed with a scowl. "You heard her, now scram." His voice dropping in octaves, even you felt shivers crawling up your spine. The girls didn't think twice before running off. Such weaklings.

To say Jimin was shocked was not enough to describe his surprise. Yes he saw you angry the day you encountered Wonho, but you weren't this livid. Your eyes were sharp, red, and boiling with anger; they could cut through thin ice. Your fists were shaking in rage as curled them so tight that your knuckles were white. It was almost as if you were restraining yourself from punching someone. Your lips were twitching constantly and your body was trembling. He'd never seen you this mad before, even when he used to pick on you. You had a darkside, he was thankful that you never showed it to him.

His lips formed a frown at your state. What did Yeji say to you to cause this? Why the hell did she think of doing that? It was hard to calm you down and he honestly couldn't believe you could laugh so hard at his joke after how frustrated you looked. Damn, Jin was damn right about your duality. The fact that you didn't sulk amazed him. How the hell were you so cheerful? He would be a very terrible liar if he said your smile didn't make him happy. He sometimes envied how you managed to stay bubbly and gleeful, even when there was nothing to smile about. He had tried and it never worked.

He promised himself to always protect and be there for you. You were like an innocent puppy too precious for this bullshit school life. Jungkook was right. He really had bad taste in women. Because why the fuck will he go for a snake like Yeji? Come to think of it, Yeji was really flat, her ass was not stareable, and she hated leaving her face bare or natural. Thank God he didn't fuck her yet. He sounds so foolish. When last has he even fucked a girl? Been ages. He really isn't interested.

It's been two days since your encounter with Yeji and even though your mind has been spiraling at the thought of what she'll do next, they were lots of other things you were concerned about. The days of the week flew fast and today was no different. School was already over and you were packing up your stuff; you expected Jungkook to wait at the door for you since you both went to the same sports academy and he usually dropped you off at cheer practice sometimes, but you were met with the sight of Ms. Lee repositioning her glasses over the bridge of her nose.

She crossed her arms and cleared her throat. "Miss Y/N, my office,now." She said curtly, leaving no room for arguments. Was this about your beef with Yeji? Was she really that petty? Oh no, history's gonna repeat itself. Curse Yeon Seo and Yeji. Those two foul-mouthed dorks were nothing but annoying. As you took a seat in her office, you wondered why her expression was so stoic. How do teachers manage to look like AI generated news reporters for eight hours everyday? Surely their lips must hurt from frowning.

"I know you're wondering why why you're here, so I'll go straight to the point." She cleared her throat once again. "Your Maths grades are declining and you have regressed a lot in your academics." "What does that mean?" You questioned, thanking God that it wasn't about the fights you had with those two witches. "You'll have to stop cheerleading for a while." She casually said with a neutral expression. How could she be so calm about this? "What?! Why?! How?!" Why now? Your school life was becoming a mess. First it was Yeon Seo's stupid stunt then it was you bumping into Wonho, and then the Yeji problem, now this? Seems like the only luck you have is bad luck.

Cheerleading was your life and if you weren't going to do it for a while it meant that you also had to stop gymnastics. "You'll continue when your grades begin to improve." Her face still as blank as a sheet of paper. Was she even human? Because she acts more like a robot. Anger, stress and frustration from the past few days started building up again and you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from sobbing. Not in front of her at least.

"I don't need maths to be a cheerleader or gymnast!" You snarled angrily. Your anger was becoming too much these days. You have never been mad like this before, these days everything seemed to irritate you. Maybe hormones? You weren't sure if they were the cause. "You are a cheerleader and has that helped you with your maths grades?" She rebutted a bit annoyed. That got you speechless. "I don't want to-" "You're dismissed young lady." She waved you off, focusing on her monitor. Sometimes she was scarier than the principal, you truly wondered how her kids coped.

Walking out of her office, you looked down the hallway and saw that it was empty. At this time everyone would already be home while you're here instead of cheer practice. The thought brought tears back to your eyes. You sat on the floor, in front of a locker with your legs crossed to your chest and your arms crossed around them as you rested your head on your knees. You finally gave way for the tears and let them trickle down your cheeks as you let out a sob.

Why was every bad thing happening to you? You loved cheerleading and you were passionate about it. It was your dream to become a gymnast in the future. Why the fuck did Maths have to be compulsory? You hated it because it was hard and complicated, with stupid topics like algebra and indexes. Who on earth is gonna teach you the basics without getting annoyed at your slow pace? How the hell are you gonna be good at Maths in a short time period? You knew for a fact that the quicker you improve the quicker you start cheerleading, but who the fuck is gonna help you with that?

You kept sobbing until you felt a pair of headphones being put on your ears, it was playing soft music, which sort of calmed you down. Your shoulders were trembling, your lips were quivering, your eyes were glossy with tears, your cheeks were wet and stained with the salty water spilling from your eyes and your hair was extremely rough. Gosh, you looked so ugly when you cried. You looked up and saw the one person that has been there for you these past few weeks.

"Hey, what's wrong?umm are the headphones helping? My mom always said music helps in calming people down." He spoke softly, bending down to your level. "I hate school, I hate the teachers, I hate my grades, I hate Maths, I just hate my life! Fuck everything!" You exclaimed, more tears trickling down your cheeks.

To say Jimin was shocked was below an understatement. You always appeared to be strong headed, he's never seen you in such a vulnerable state before. He had seen you cry, yes, but those were angry tears; you looked sad and broken that he wished he could take all the pain away. He masked his surprise and wiped the tears off your cheeks. You told him what had happened and he wanted to help. "How about I tutor you for Maths, yeah?" He softly asked, cupping your cheeks between his two hands, forcing you to look at him.

He pulled you to stand on your feet and wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight, placing his chin above your head. "Hey, it's okay." He whispered reassuringly. He'd never been this close to you before, he'd never even hugged you before. He wasn't a fan of skinship but when it came to you it was different. A good kind of different. He swears he feels butterflies in his stomach; he just hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating. He hated to see you cry and he wanted to be the reason you smiled again.

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Part 25

Masterlist

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Part 24 🍂 Part 26

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: I secretly hate having to fucking spoil this here Mentions of pregnancy, angst, fluff...

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Well, well, well... I managed to drag this out for over 40k words. I'm proud of myself. @keanureevesisbae, are you proud of me too? (And are you finally happy, now that the whole buikgriep thing is over? XD)

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You had done the math thirteen times in the shower. Then twice when you got out, then six more times while you waited the exact amount of time recommended by the not-to-be-missed blue numbers on the box you had hoped to keep stashed in the back of the bottom shelf of your medicine cabinet for at least another year. Maybe two. Or three. Or more. Now, tears were streaming down your face while you looked at the two life-changing pink lines. You had no idea how long you had been sitting there when you heard footsteps in the hall. They were way too light to belong to Pat, and they definitely weren’t Sy’s, so it had to be Jules. It honestly could have been a satanic easter bunny with a chainsaw; you wouldn’t have moved either way.

“Lara, we’re going h-” Jules shut her mouth mid-sentence and rushed over to you as soon as she saw you sitting on your bed. “What’s going on? Can you hear me?” She sounded really scared. There was nothing you could do other than hum softly at her question, all other functions of your body seemed to have been turned off. It was only a matter of time before she looked down at what you were holding in your hands.

“Oh.” That was all she said for a while, but when you still didn’t reply, she continued: “I don’t know what to say. If you’re happy, I’m happy for you. It’s just that you don’t look happy.” Probably because you weren’t feeling very happy, and though you were mostly shocked and definitely more than a little bit freaked out, you weren’t unhappy, either.

“I don’t know, Jules,” you said, now entirely unable to stop your crying. How was this even possible? You didn’t remember throwing up anywhere in the past weeks, there were no unexplained pills left in your strip, or the last one. No antibiotics, nothing. Of course, a one percent chance was still a chance… The footsteps on the stairs were clearly Sy’s – you’d recognize them from a mile away. Normally, the sound comforted you, because… Well, because it was Sy. That was plenty. Now, it just threatened to send you into hysterics.

“Lara, listen to me,” Jules said, “I’m going to leave. You two are gonna talk. It’s going to be fine. I promise.” You just hoped she was able to gauge Sy’s reaction better than you were, because your brain was cooking up doom scenario’s left and right.

“Talk about what?” Sy said as he opened the door. Jules didn’t leave in a gigantic hurry. You appreciated that, it calmed you down somewhat. It gave you some time to take a few deep breaths while she said goodnight to Sy before leaving him by the door in a state of bewilderment and suspicion.

When he walked over to you, you turned your head to look at him– which was the first time you moved in what you now guessed would have to be about fifteen minutes.

“Sugar, you’re scarin’ me,” Sy said with one raised eyebrow and a hesitant half-smile on his face. Without looking, he sat down on the bed in front of you, and put a hand on yours. “What’s that you’re holdin’?” There was no point in lying to him. Besides, he was already holding the test – and his initial reaction wasn’t that much different from yours.

“I’m pregnant,” you said. It was the first time you said it out loud – although ‘loud’ was a serious overstatement. Was a part of you banking on the off chance that this was a false positive? Probably. Sy’s reaction didn’t help. Why didn’t he look happy? He’d known he wanted kids for God knows how long! He should be ecstatic, right?

“I can see that,” he said softly. In his voice, you heard the tears you saw in his eyes, but he didn’t give you any indication of whether they were happy tears or… You didn’t even want to think about the alternative. The idea of Sy not being happy about this absolutely shattered your heart, which could really only mean one thing… You’d made up your mind. “What I really wanna know is… Sugar, are we havin’ a baby?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice remarkably strong as you did. The word was barely out of your mouth, or Sy’s lips were on yours. The kiss was fierce, gentle, caring, full of love, protective, intense, relentless, very thorough – and so much more. It was everything he was, everything he had to offer, and all of it was for you, and you alone.

Seeing him cry was something else: it broke your heart, even though you were absolutely convinced they were tears of joy. He didn’t speak. He just pulled you into his lap, and let you curl up into a ball.

“A week ago, we were fighting about whether or not I saw a future for us,” you murmured. You’d never been more certain of that future, but at the same time, you were terrified. Having a baby with the guy you’d only been dating for four months sounded crazy, everyone could see that. Even if that guy was Sy. The two of you got into bed, and you didn’t waste a second to crawl back into his arms.

“Sugar, we don’t have to do this. Whatever you decide, I’m right there with ya.” How could he even say that? Did that mean…

“You don’t want this…” It wasn’t a question. Why else would he even suggest not seeing this through?

“Whoa! Sugar, let me tell ya somethin’,” he said, “I was there when Wes was born. Actually, I’d just spent a day or two in jail for chasin’ Betty’s good for nothin’ son of a bitch ex, Joe Warren, down and punching his lights out, but that’s not important right now.”

“Jail?” That seemed excessive…

“Small town, Sheriff saw me, I gave him a li’l too much of an attitude. Parents weren’t too eager to come pick me up, figured it’d do me good to spend the night.” He was smiling, clearly it hadn’t left any kind of permanent trauma. Still seemed weird, though. “They were a few towns over for a funeral, anyway, so they weren’t even thinkin’bout picking my sorry ass up. Sheriff let me go when my sister called the office, said she needed me at the hospital.”

“Wait, if your parents weren’t home, how did she get to the hospital?”

“Georgie had driven her,” Sy said as he smiled at the memory. Somewhere, instinctively, the math didn’t work out there. “Fifteen years old. They let ‘em keep their learner’s permits, him and Ricky. Like I said, small town.” Sy shook his head while you silently jumped for joy: You’d been right, the math didn’t work out.

“Sheriff took ‘em back home. I stayed with Betty. I’ll tell ya, Sugar, I wanted to run, I was freaked out.” “But you didn’t.” That had to be the point, right?

“I didn’t. He’s Jonathan Wesley Syverson for a reason,” he said. Shortly after, his expression turned the slightest bit sour. “McGraw, nowadays.”

“Your sister’s husband adopted him?” you asked. Why did Sy seem upset about that? “I’m a little shaky on the names, still, sorry.”

“Bill,” Sy reminded you. “He did. I shouldn’t be mad about it, he’s a good man. Great father. But it pissed me off when he waltzed in and… What I’m tryin’ to say, Sugar: The moment I held my nephew, I knew I wanted kids of my own someday. I’ve been wantin’ this since I was seventeen years old. Ain’t gon’ change my mind about it now.” Somehow, that story helped a lot, and what’s more; you noticed Sy’s hand had moved – without you realizing it – to your stomach.

“I’m scared,” you whispered. Sy’s lips found your temple and kissed it softly.

“I’m right here.”

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