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divinefireangel · 3 years

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They Just Don't Know You

Soft Yandere! Seo Moon-Jo x F! Reader

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: A 2nd longer fic for our lovely cannibalistic psychopath. I hate that I'm attracted to him. Someone please be my therapist. Or psychiatrist. Honestly doesn't matter. My brain is fucked anyway.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 16+ and written for female reader, but all can read. (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Except that I've mentioned reader is short, cuz LDW is tall 🥰. There is a brief mention of sex, but no actual smut. Reader kinda highkey hates on her parents and younger sister. Read it to know. Age gap between reader and Moon-Jo. Slight obsessive thoughts. Manipulative words. I tried to put plot twist in the end, probably you won't notice it 💀. Please please tell me if I need to add more warnings. Do not read if you start to feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance 🥺

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Pre-Requisite / Summary: Just a fic based on the song They Just Don't Know You by Little Mix. After watching Strangers from hell I related this song to him for some reason. Reader and Moon-Jo are in an established relationship. And reader's loved ones don't approve.

2.3k ish words My longest fic till date 🥳

" You know that he's too old for you. You can settle for younger, much younger guys for your age sweetheart. If you can't find anyone eligible enough, we will find one for you. And you don't even know if he has intentions of marrying you. What if all he wants is just a fling or some time pass relationship. Hmm? What are you going to do then? "

Sipping her tea silently, Y/N sat next to her dad on the porch swing, listening to all the criticisms he had about Moon-Jo. All his words did was boil her blood. But what could she do when they don't walk in her shoes? They don't know how safe and content she feels when he kisses her like she's the only girl for him in the entire universe. And no point in explaining that to her father anyway. She's tried. And failed. Multiple times.

"Are you done with your tea?" She asks her dad, in desperate attempt to try and get away from him and his words because she knows, and even he knows that it's going to end up in a fight if they continue to speak on the same topic.

Humming yes, he hands her his tea cup which she takes to the kitchen so she can help her mom with dinner. Placing them in the sink upon entering the kitchen, Y/N drags her palms down her face in frustration.

" I could hear what he said you know. Your dad. He's not wrong. Seo Moon-Jo seems like he'll break your heart in three. And we're only looking out for you Y/N. You don't have to go through heartbreak when you can very well avoid it." Her mom finished slowly.

" Why. Why is it so difficult for you to accept the fact that I'm actually in a happy relationship for once in my life. So what if he's much older than I am? He's a dentist. A doctor. A very good profession and he's known and well respected in his neighbourhood too. " Y/N said loud enough for her dad also to hear.

Huffing in annoyance she left the kitchen to go upstairs to her room. Or rather the room she shares with her sister. Of course the door is wide open. The younger rascal is always here for the drama.

Ever since Y/N came out to her family about her relationship with Moon-Jo, her sister has become the favourite child, for obvious reasons. And now eavesdropping with the door wide open? That's a new low. But what else can Y/N expect from such a low life who is literally thriving off her own sister's pain and suffering.

When entering the room, Y/N realizes how big a mistake it was to visit her family. And she did not need such snark from a younger, less experienced child.

"Are you that blinded by " Love " that you don't even see how weird his hair is? A man who isn't an idol or actor doesn't need such long hair. He's clearly a fuckboy. Or man whore. Whichever is right. " She said with disgust.

'She's just jealous. She's just a jealous bitch. They all are.' Y/N thinks to herself.

" At least one of us gets laid regularly. And just so you know, it's absolutely heavenly when he makes me cum over and over on his fingers and his dick-" Y/N said as her tone slowly got lower and darker and her emotion angrier.

Screaming and covering her ears, the younger girl ran downstairs to her mother, no doubt to tattle on her older sister. Rolling her eyes, Y/N started packing her things, all of them, in a bag she took down from the top shelf of the wardrobe.

It's really difficult to leave one's family, but it is clearly getting more and more tiresome to love them nowadays. If it's so wrong to date him, why does Y/N herself not see it? She's a logical and smart young lady. Does her family hate that man so much that they don't even want her to be happy? No matter who she's with. And is it so bad to date a man who's older? Richer? And cares more about her than all of her family members combined?

Wiping the fallen tear stains from her cheek, she just thinks to herself ' They just don't know him. They just don't know him like I do. '

Sending a text to her lover, saying that she misses him and that she's coming back home sooner than planned, Y/N carries her bag through the front door, her parents and sister ignoring her as she leaves and walks out that door one final time.

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Once reaching their shared apartment, Y/N collapsed into her lover's arms the moment he opens the door, crying her eyes out. Seeing his lover in turmoil, shedding a tear or two of his own, Moon-Jo carries her to the living room couch to cradle her like a child who needs attention.

" They- They said -"

" Shh my darling. I know. " Moon-Jo said, shushing his girlfriend and giving her a shoulder to cry on. Once she's calmed a little, her sobs turning to sniffs, she lifts her head to meet his gaze.

Seeing her sad, tear stained eyes always upset him. More than anything in the world. Running his long slender fingers across her cheeks and jaw, he removes her hair from her ponytail with his free hand and rests it on her thigh.

" Tell me. Please tell me that you won't break my heart like them. That you won't try to tear my world apart like them. " Y/N looked desperately at him, wanting so badly to know that he's not just using her.

Those words, that slipped out her mouth, shocked Moon-Jo, to say the least. What did he do wrong? What did her family fill her head with?

Tilting his head to a little, he looks into her red eyes, trying to read her mind for a moment, all the while she just looked at him with the same desperate expression.

"Please tell me that you will be there when I need you the most. " Y/N whispered so softly, she herself barely heard it. But the end of the sentence, she started crying all over again.

Taking her head to his neck, he stroked her hair and her sides, trying to calm her down.

" Darling. I promise with my everything, that I will never leave you, I will never ever let you go. That I will do anything, anything necessary to prove my love to you. "

"No, oh dear no. That's not, you don't have- have to do anything at all to make me believe you love me. I'm sorry I asked such a stupid question. " She sobbed out.

Shushing her softly again, he rocks their bodies back and forth, till she's calmed and fallen asleep there, in his arms. Knowing that his arms are her only safe place for her from now on, he takes her delicate figure to the bedroom.

Placing her on her side of the bed, he lays down on his. Staring at her stunning face, he feather touches her face with his fingertips, memorizing every curve, every little detail on her, like a sculptor admiring his work and giving it the finishing touches.

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" So, I did a little digging on your sugar daddy. "

" Why?! And he's not my sugar daddy. " Y/N said in disbelief. No. Not her dear best friend too.

" I know you said not to and I'm sorry. But I am worried about you. He made you leave your family Y/N. " They stated with worry and sympathy.

" No. He didn't make me leave them. I left them by choice. They don't see him like I do. And clearly, they hate that I'm happy with him. " Y/N finished as they sat down at the lunch table.

" Y/N..... "

" What? Even you don't want me to be happy? " She questioned her friend in disbelief. Laughing sarcastically Y/N shook her head.

" I've heard rumours! Okay? He was in the orphanage that had that severe fire explosion. And most of the culprits from that incident are MIA. What if he's one of the people who caused it?! " They said in a whisper, worried that the neighbouring people can hear their conversation.

" Do you really think that? All of that is just a rumour. And he's told me about it. He's told me everything. Unlike my parents who so desperately tried to tie me down to an arranged marriage. "

" He's not good for you. I know you deserve better. Okay he may make happy and all but what if he leaves? What if he just uses you and drops you like you were nothing? We're just trying to make sure you don't get hurt Y/N. Physically and emotionally. " They finished.

" This, all what you said, is cheap talk. But it'll eventually wear down because when we get married and have kids and all that in the future, you're all going to look like fools. And I will proudly say ' I told you so '. "

" If that's the case then I am the happiest person for you. Hopefully I won't have to be the one to say ' I told you so'. "

" Wow. I, just- hah. Wow. Just wow. " She paused.

" You know, I really hoped you would be more supportive or at least tolerant enough to have patience and support me with my decision for my love. " Y/N said loud enough for eavesdroppers to hear audibly.

Of all the people she would have to drop, never even in her nightmares had she fathomed that her best friend would be one.

Getting up from the table, she picks up her bag and leaves without another word, and goes to the only place that has love for her and that accepts her.

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Reaching home, Y/N notices the place empty. Maybe he's at the clinic?

Shrugging off her bag and jacket she sits on the couch for a moment, before her restlessness takes over and she begins pacing in the living room.

Why are people being like this? Do they hate her so much? They barely know him. Why are they treating and accusing him to be such a criminal! He's not. He takes care of Y/N so much. He loves her so much. He provides for her. He's affectionate with her, more than he's told he thought capable. He's become her ride or die. And she, his.

They don't know him like I do. They will never love me like he does.

They don't know about the love they have. The just see what they want to see. Bloody society dictating whom to love and whom to not. Is it so hard to see the love they have for each other? Can't they just let it be. They don't know the turmoil she's gone through recently; they don't know how well he's taken care of her, kept her happy and same enough to not let her intrusive thoughts get the best of her.

Her thoughts interrupted by the door clicking open. Smiling, Moon-Jo enters with a box, surely containing sweets from her favourite bakery. How can you not love someone so considerate, who does things for you without even having to ask.

Seeing the sad look upon his lover's face, Moon-Jo's smile fades into a frown.

" What's wrong my dear? "

Smiling sadly Y/N just shakes her head, conveying that she doesn't want to talk about it.

Placing the box of sweets on the coffee table, the two hug each other, feeling of comfort taking over them both. She can just stay here, forever, in his arms till the world ends.

" Babe. What's wrong? You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I'll take care of the problem. " Delicately Moon-Jo cradles Y/N's head in his palms, making her face up to him, their height difference evident.

Sighing, she moves to sit on the couch, motioning him to do the same. " It's just people. And what they say. My family was one thing, but my best friend, the person I chose as my family " Pausing Y/N breathers the tears back in, " They were doubtful of you today. How can I live knowing that no one will approve of us? " Y/N questioned looking at him.

" Does their opinion really matter that much? So much so that you are skeptical of my affection to you? " Coldly, he moved back from his seat on the couch.

" No! No. Gosh that is not what I mean. Not at all. I love you and I know that you love me. So much. So much so I would die for you. But there are other people whom I care about. Who's opinions matter to me. And I don't want to let them go. As happy as I am with you, I need them too. They give me joy in a different way, that is important. "

" Do I not make you happy? Are you not content with the love I give you? Is it not enough? " He asks carefully.

" That's not what I meant! You love me more than anyone I've known. "

"Then what's the problem? You don't need those people who don't love you. You have me. You will have me forever and ever. I will never leave you. And you will never leave me either. We'll be with each other till the end of the world darling. "

Nodding with a small smile you looked down at your feet.

Unhappy with your action, Moon-Jo pulls your face up by your chin to look at him with such force, it scared you a little, making your heart skip a beat in fear.

" Do you not love me, babe? " He asked tilting his head to a side, his expression mildly offended.

" I do! I love you. So much. " You finished with a soft tone, cupping his face with your hands.

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Moon-Jo leaned down to capture your lips with his. Reacting immediately, you kissed him with as much energy and sincerity you could muster, as you head filled with thoughts of doubt.

Had your parents been right? Had for friend been right? Had they all been right all along and you too blind to see?

No. It can't be. He loves you. He's said that so many times. And you love him.

You love him.

You.

Love.

Him.

...

Do you love him, or have you been illusioned into loving him?

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alcinadimitrescuwu · 3 years

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This Woman's Work VIII (An Alcina x Female Reader Fanfic)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part IX

You allow yourself a moment. Just one. But then you feel anger and hatred for Mother Miranda swirl within your chest. How dare she. How dare she take your child.

You don’t even bother to put on your slippers. You just head out the door of your bedroom. You almost make it to the front door when you hear Cassandra call, “Maman?”

Damn. You were so close, too.

Cassandra walks over to you with a suspicious look on her face. “Where are you going so late at night?”

You might as well tell her the truth. You explain to her what happened and by the end of the explanation, Cassandra looks as livid as you feel. “That bitch..” she hissed. “I’ve always hated the pull she has over Mother. When I am through with her, she’ll wish she had never crossed House Dimitrescu.”

“Cassandra, I need you to stay here.”

“Maman-”

“Please, Cassandra dearest. Listen to me. We haven’t much time.” You gently lay a hand on Cassandra’s cheek. “The more time we spend arguing, the further Mother Miranda and your sister get away from us. I’m going to get help from Heisenberg. You stay here and figure out a way to wake your Mother up.”

Cassandra looks like she wants to argue more but in the end she relents. “Fine, Maman. But you better come back.”

“I will.” Then Cassandra surprises you by giving you a big hug. Out of all your daughters, Cassandra had taken the most time to warm up to you and she was never the most physically affectionate person. You can’t help but be moved as Cassandra holds you close.

Cassandra finally lets go and you give her a weak smile as you turn to the castle door and head out. She materializes into her bug form to warn her other sisters.

However, you had been lying to her. You weren’t going to see Heisenberg. You were going to confront Mother Miranda herself.

Suddenly a memory comes unbidden to you. Something about resurrecting Eva and a ceremonial site..

Blood roars in your ears as it finally dawns on you what Miranda has been planning all along.

“Fffffffuck.”

You don’t think. You just run. You are just in your dressing gown and it is the dead of winter but you don’t care, even as the impact of the cold snow on your feet sends shivers up your spine. Cracks from the cobblestones cut open your feet and as you run you leave a trail of blood as you run pell-mell through the village to the ceremonial site.

Once you finally arrive, the soles of your feet are a bloody mess and your swollen breasts are burning from not being able to feed your baby. You step inside the ceremonial grounds and you see Mother Miranda sitting next to what looks like a sacrificial altar. Ecaterina is suckling contentedly at her breast.

Mother Miranda looks up and a smile blossoms across her features. It would have been breathtaking if you didn’t notice the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Y/N! I was worried you wouldn’t make it! Please come in!”

You step inside. You have so many things you want to say to her but the words die in your throat. You just make strangled sounds.

Mother Miranda ignores this and turns back to Ecaterina. She is practically glowing as she places a small kiss on Ecaterina’s forehead. “Isn’t she just perfect? My daughter. My Eva.”

Ecaterina removes her head from Mother Miranda’s breast and coos. At the sound of your daughter’s voice, you feel a painful twinge as your breasts start leaking milk. You try to school your features in a smile that you know looks ghastly. “Mother Miranda? May I have my daughter back? Please?”

Mother Miranda gives you a pitying look. “Oh, you poor girl,” she says, her voice dripping with condescension. “Are you still operating under the illusion that this child is yours?”

Mother Miranda gently sets Ecaterina down on the altar. Every fiber of your being is screaming to run and get your child, but you know Mother Miranda is unhinged. You have no idea how she will react and she could very well hurt Ecaterina in the process. You can’t risk that.

“Oh, you brought her into the world, of course,” Mother Miranda continues making her way to you. A beam of moonlight casts a lurid gleam on Mother Miranda’s headress. “And for that I will always be grateful. But she simply doesn’t belong to you.”

Mother Miranda stops in front of you. She suddenly catches her face in between her hands, the claws from her gauntlets digging painfully into your cheeks. “Don’t get conceited, you little bitch,” she hisses. “An outsider like you has no place within this family. The Four Lords and I have a bond between us you can’t even fathom. Especially Alcina.” She gives you a wicked grin.

You wish you didn’t give her the satisfaction as the mere mention of your wife’s name makes you inhale sharply.

“Come now, Y/N,” Mother Miranda says. “You can’t possibly think that Alcina loves you, do you? Not in the way she loves me of course.”

You can hardly breathe as Mother Miranda runs her fingers down your cheek, leaving deep gouges in her wake. “Poor Y/N. Not even realizing that you’re just a placeholder. Alcina’s devotion will always first and foremost belong to me.”

You finally manage to speak as you give Mother Miranda a look of pure loathing. No need to hide it now. “Then why did you drug her, you cowardly bitch?”

“Well, I knew she’d be upset after she knew I killed you and took your daughter, but I think eventually she would see reason and that it was for the good of the family.” Mother Miranda’s features twist in a maniacal grin. “Tell me, has she ever called out my name while she’s fucking you?”

“That is quite enough, Mother Miranda.”

You whirl around and see your wife. Her beautiful face is a mask of rage as she advances further into the room. “How dare you? How dare you take my daughter and threaten my wife?! After all my years of service to you?? After everything I have given up for you?!”

“Oh Alcina, don’t be so melodramatic,” Mother Miranda says with a bored expression. “Besides, is that any way to talk to your mother, my favorite?”

Something seems to snap in Alcina. She stands immobile like a statue and there is a glazed look in her eyes.

Mother Miranda holds out her arms. “Come to Mother,” she croons.

Alcina walks over to Mother Miranda’s side. You feel bile rise up in your throat as you see Alcina take Mother Miranda in a passionate embrace. Alcina’s lips move over Mother Miranda’s hungrily and Mother Miranda smiles against them, chuckling humorlessly.

Alcina this is wrong, you scream silently in your mind. You know it’s wrong!

Finally, mercifully, the two break apart. Alcina’s lipstick is smeared all over Mother Miranda’s mouth and it looks like blood. “Alcina, dearest?” Mother Miranda asks loftily.

“Yes, Mother Miranda?” Your heart breaks at the love and devotion shining in Alcina’s eyes as she gazes down at Mother Miranda.

Mother Miranda waves a lazy hand in your direction. “Dispose of her, would you?”

Alcina turns around to face you. “Alcina?” you whisper as she advances towards you. You see no recognition in her golden eyes as she unsheathes her claws. Before you can say another word, she has rammed her claws into your side. She pulls back her claws as you fall to the ground. Blood is already spreading in a thick puddle around you on the floor.

“Good girl,” Mother Miranda praises.”You’ve made Mother very happy.”

Alcina finally seems to come back to herself. She looks over at your still figure and turns to Mother Miranda in horror. “What did you make me do?” she whispers. When Mother Miranda doesn’t answer, she stalks over to her and shakes her violently. “What did you make me DO?” Ecaterina begins to cry.

“What needed to be done,” Mother Miranda replies with no inflection. She gives Alcina a gentle smile and wipes the tears running down Alcina’s face. “Besides, that girl was standing in the way of our happiness. You know I’ve always loved you best.”

Alcina’s breath hitches in a sob. “I know, but-”

Mother Miranda pulls Alcina close in a hug. “Shhh. She was only temporary, Alcina. We are forever. Besides, with her gone we can finally raise Eva together. Would you like that?”

Alcina nods her head slowly. “Y-yes.”

Mother Miranda holds out her hand to Alcina. “All you need to do is take my hand and we can start a new life together.”

Alcina reaches out and takes Mother Miranda’s hand. With her other hand she rams all five feet of her claws through Mother Miranda’s heart.

Mother Miranda coughs up blood and gives Alcina a look of pure shock. “Alcina- I don’t understand- Why-”

Alcina pulls Mother Miranda closer and Mother Miranda gives out a yelp of pain as Alcina’s claws dig further through Mother Miranda’s back. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near my family again,” Alcina says in a low voice. “Do you understand me?”

“You can’t do this to me!” Mother Miranda shrieks. “I’m your mother!”

“You’re no mother of mine,” Alcina replies flatly. She swipes her claws from Mother Miranda, severing her torso from her midsection.

Alcina watches the light fade from Miranda’s eyes and then she rushes over where you are lying on the floor. Blood is flowing freely from the wound in your side. Alcina tears off strips from her dress sleeves to help staunch the blood flow but there is simply too much. Rags of her dress begin to pile up covered in your blood.

“Alcina? Jesus, what happened here?” Heisenberg walks into the ceremonial chamber and when he sees Alcina holding your still form he rushes over.

Mascara is running down Alcina’s cheeks. “Karl, I can’t get the blood to stop,” she sobs.

“We’ll get help. Where’s the little rugrat?”

Alcina points to the altar and aside from a little blood spatter from you or Miranda (it’s hard to tell), the baby is otherwise fine.

Your eyes flutter open suddenly. “Alcina?” you say sluggishly. “Why are you crying?”

“Oh, my dearest darling,” Alcina’ voice breaks as she takes your hand and holds it to her cheek. “What have I done to you?”

Heisenberg returns with the baby in tow. “Alcina we have to go. Now.”

“Karl?” You look over at Heisenberg as Alcina gathers you up into her arms. Your eyelids begin to flutter closed. “I’m so sleepy…”

“No, no, honey, don’t close your eyes just yet,” Karl pats your cheek affectionately. “We’re going to get you some help. Just hold on till then, ok?” “‘Kay,” you say as you fall into a deep sleep in your wife’s arms.

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jar-of-ectoplasm · 3 years

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Confessing to La Squadra

a/n: look i know i already have some Risotto confessing headcanons but those are more about him confessing so i'm including him here anyway

Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst (but no rejection), these hoes don't know what love is lol

~Risotto Nero~

-Seriously thought you were joking when you pulled him aside and told him how you felt

-He was convinced Formaggio had put you up to this or something

-Ris feels like he isn't deserving of love (BUT HE IS) and he's literally so bad at expressing himself so he just nodded and walked away

-Had a breakdown in his office because why the fuck did he just walk away?? after you poured your heart out to him???? jesus christ what if you think he doesn't like you???????

-So he gets up and fucking sprints to your room to try to fix his mistakes

-Frantically tells you that he likes you back and would love to go out with you sometimes (you can barely understand it because he's talking so fast)

~Prosciutto~

-Saw this coming from a mile away but he won't be a bitch about it don't worry

-Takes your confession with an overwhelming amount of grace and gives you a time and place to meet him for a date the next day

-As soon as you leave he's jumping around and giggling like a child because oh my fucking god his crush likes him back holy shit!!!

-He'll panic about what he's supposed to wear. Should he just wear his regular suit? No, no no this is a special occasion! Pinstripes or no pattern? What tie would go best with this shirt? He needs to pick a suit with your favorite color, you'll like him more, right?

-Eventually caves and has Risotto pick something out for him because he literally can't (indecisive queen)

~Pesci~

-He is so INSECURE OH MY GOD

-Like Risotto, he thinks you're just fucking with him. He honest to god doesn't believe you could fall in love with someone like him

-He gets too nervous and freezes up then runs to find Prosciutto because he has no idea what to do

-Prosciutto basically screams at him to go back and find you. He can't just leave you all alone after telling him something like that!

-So he does go back and stutters out the softest "i like you too" in the world

-He'll take you for a picnic on the beach right after because he wants to make up for just leaving you standing there after he ran

~Illuso~

-BITCH MOTHERFUCKER

-He already knew because he eavesdropped on your conversation with Melone about how you should confess to him

-Sure he likes you back but he wanted you to come to him so he didn't seem desperate or something

-Teases you about it because he can't socialize for shit and probably ends up making you upset because he won't shut his god damn mouth

-So when you just walk away incredibly frustrated and probably a little teary eyed he realizes he fucked up bad

-Goes into the mirror world to scream because why can't he just be a normal person and not a little bastard

-Pops into your room from the mirror and gives you the quietest apology you've ever heard then hugs you because he feels really bad

~Formaggio~

-Another member of the team that thinks you're joking. Not because he's insecure, he's actually very confident in himself, but he jokingly flirts with you all the time so he thought you were finally playing along

-But you're not and you like him for real which makes him SO FUCKING HAPPY

-He knew he was gonna fall in love with you the day you joined the team and he's been daydreaming about your guys' first date since you went on your first mission with him

-Might be the most well prepared member of the team if I'm being honest

-He has a whole speech about how much he loves you and all the things he wants to do together and he already knows a guy that can legally marry you two

-He's so soft for you

~Ghiaccio~

-You told him how you felt when you guys were cornered during a mission and could die in literal seconds

-So when that didn't happen and you two made it out alive with the target killed, he tried to ignore your words ringing in his head

-But god damn the car ride back to Napoli was a long one and all Ghiaccio can do is think after you fell asleep in the passenger seat

-He couldn't tell if you just said you loved him because you guys were about to die or if you actually felt that way. But what if you loved him like family instead of like a boyfriend?

-And so Ghiaccio pulled over and woke you up. It was bothering him too much, he needed an answer now

-When you clarified that yes, you did love him romantically, he hugged you so hard your ribs almost broke

-mans was worrying for nothing smh

~Melone~

-He flirts with you all the time but...you actually caught feelings for him? Like genuine "I love you" feelings? Not lust? Melone seriously can't remember the last time someone actually enjoyed his presence outside of the bedroom so much that they wanted to be with him

-Mel started bawling his eyes out. Like, full on sobbing on his knees in front of you

-You thought you had done something wrong so you started apologizing which made him cry even harder (he thought you were apologizing because it was a joke)

-After he got himself back together he shakily asked you if you really meant it (which you obviously did) and after you gave him a positive answer he started crying again

-He won't let go of you for the rest of the day. He's just so happy someone finally loves him (FUCK that's sad)

~Sorbet and Gelato~

-It's a damn good thing you liked both of them. Gelato might've killed you if you only like Sorbet and Sorbet would've laughed in your face if you only liked Gelato

-So you avoided getting your face cut off but what the fuck are you supposed to do about confessing? You didn't want to become a homewrecker, it was quite obvious Sorbet and Gelato were perfectly content with nobody else in their relationship

-So you never said anything about it to anybody. God only knows what Illuso would've done if he heard you saying anything about it and the rest of the team would've let it slip eventually

-But Sorbet and Gelato always have a way of finding things out for themselves

-You were already close to the couple so when the smaller blonde man walked up to asking to see you for a second you thought nothing of it

-Until you were seated in front of them and Sorbet had broken the silence with "We know about your little secret"

-Honestly you thought you were about to die. How did they even find out? You were sure you hadn't said or done anything to hint at your feelings for them

-Gelato broke the silence this time. "Honestly, we're quite flattered both of us caught your attention."

-That didn't help ease you at all but when the both of them spoke in unison, "But don't worry about it too much, you've caught our interest as well."

-So now their murder duo is a murder trio, have fun :)

#can you guys tell who my favorites are yet #ik sorb and gel's were long as fuck but it's technically for two characters so #la squadra #la squadra x reader #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio x reader #ghiaccio x reader #melone x reader #sorbet and gelato x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 4 years

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 + 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺 𝙷𝙲𝚂

𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙾 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

QUICK NOTE <3

hello!! starting a hcs series, please let me know if you have any ideas, my request box is always open :)) , TW for drinking

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸

a responsible drinker

he knows his limits, and he doesn’t tend to cross them since he usually has to look after everyone else afterwards

definitely a beer guy, i can just tell

oohh, but wait till he’s had more than 4 beers. the limits we were talking abt before? ye fuck them he crossed it

manic laughing and surprisingly very loud??

but beware, he can go from happy daichi to scary daichi in seconds

has gotton into a few bar fights here and there, always happens to blame it on the booze

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰

a musical drunk

you already KNOW if there’s karaoke in a bar, drunk suga will happily scream sing any song

has no concept of money and just buys everyone shots

the type of guy to wrap a shaky arm around your shoulder and sing his heart out to any song that’s playing

verrryyy persistent on the idea of starting a band when he’s drunk

“daichiiii please! you don’t even have to know how to play the drums, you can just pretend!”

overall, 10/10 best drunk vibes <3

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸

a self reflective drunk

it only takes asahi 3-4 shots to get him slumping at a bar stool, reflecting back on the time that he walked past those girls in 1st year and they pointed at his shoulders and laughed

“since when are shoulders funny? what is it about my shoulders that made those girls giggle?!?!?!”

becomes very introverted and quiet

eventually, he’d warm up and begin to debate with the people sitting next to him about life and death

this boy is very intrigued by the idea of life and death, he is jesus after all

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰

a chaotic drunk

after a few drinks, tanaka would start forgetting he had a drink in his hand in the first place and end up dropping it on the floor and just casually walk away

the ultimate hype man

always trying to hype up the quiet bitches to let loose (tsuki i’m looking at u)

this bitch would dare himself to do a keg stand and end up severely regretting it in the morning

100x louder than usual, it’s like having two tanaka’s in one

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰

a kinetic drunk

have you ever seen a toddler on acid? yeah that’s practically noya drunk

a 5′2 beast speeding around the bar, either dancing or running away from people he ‘accidentally’ started fights with

all that moving isn’t good for his stomach though, soon he’ll be running to the nearest sink/bathroom

would puke his entire guts out for approximately 5 minutes and then go straight back to partying

unsurprisingly, he’s always in the middle of the crowd attempting to do a handstand and fails miserably

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰

a competitive drunk

would not hesitate to start bets with people on how much he could drink

this boy clearly doesn’t know his limits, which explains why he’s the first and only one of the group to accidentally get alcohol poisoning

like asahi, he’s also a debater yet he only wants to debate about volleyball

even when he’s drunk, volleyball be on his mind >:(

would probably go to the doctors for having a hangover

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰

a lightweight

how would i explain this? hinata would angrily take down shots, wondering why the effects haven’t hit him instantly, and then instantly regret taking even one shot

♫ you got me tripping, oh stumbling , oh flipping ♫

slurring his words, just fumbling all over the place trying to find something or someone to grab to balance himself

like noya, he’s a puker except hinata would not able to bounce back as easy

once he’s at the toilet, that’s where he’s gonna be for the rest of the night

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰

a drunk bragger

after a couple drinks, you would find tsukishima crouched in the corner with yamaguchi, just slurring out drunk thoughts

“i... i am so smart. how- how did i get to be th-this smart?”

even a man as organised as tsukki would not be prepared for the effects of the booze, like he would completely forget about hangovers and he’d have the audacity to blame his hangover on sleeping too late

would not be phased by the things he usually is phased by

“hinata and kageyama got trapped in the wine closet? oh that’s cool i guess”

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸

an emotional drunk

now, being emotional doesn’t necessarily mean being upset, yamaguchi just gets at the most minor things

for example, seeing a stray kitten outside the bar

wow, tears

we honestly don’t know if those are happy tears or sad tears

“just.. the kitty wants to get drunk and have a good time but he can’t! *insert sobs* because he’s just a kitty”

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overly-b · 4 years

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F*ck a Cheater - Chapter 1

In which you get cheated on, and the Pogues help you through it, and a certain blond seems to be there for you the most.

Warnings: swearing, cheating.

Word Count: 2k

Authors Note: I have never been cheated on so I apologize if some of the feelings and emotions are a bit inaccurate to how it really feels to be cheated on. And if you have ever been cheated on let me tell you real quick hunnys you deserve so much better than someone who doesn't love you 100% unconditionally, so truly, fuck a cheater.

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JJ was never a huge fan of the tall brunette that you called your boyfriend, and he could never quite pinpoint an exact reason. He seemed like a good guy, he treated you well, he got along with all of the Pouges, and he made you very happy. Despite those facts, the blond had a disliking for him. John B would tell him that it was because JJ had a crush on you ever since you met, and still wasn’t able to let go. Deep down JJ knew that his feelings were disrupting his getting along with your boyfriend, but he had a hunch that he was simply up to no good.

After an afternoon out on the HMS Pogue, you announced that you were heading to his house. He had called you this morning, telling you that he had been feeling sick all night and could not make it for the day out on the Marsh. He insisted however that you went and had a good time with your friends. You pushed back of course, wanting to take care of your sickly boyfriend, but he wanted you to have a good day, so to appease his pleads, you went out on the water with the Pouges, telling him that you would call him when you came back to shore.

You drove your beat up jeep through to his neighborhood, picking up some of his favorite foods for him. Upon pulling into his driveway, you found car that you had never seen before. It was a newer model vehicle, making your old car look worn and wasted. You assumed that his parents had company over as they often did.

However, entering the house you found it absent from parents and company. You made your way up to his room, calling out for him softly twice. He must be sleeping, you thought to yourself. You crept up to his door and knocked gently, pushing it open.

You found him sleeping as you suspected, however what you didn’t expect to find was lying next to him. Lying on what you had claimed as your side of his bed was a naked, raven haired girl that you had recognized from a few parties.

You gasped at the sight before you, dropping the bag in your hand. This woke him.

Rubbing his eyes of sleep, he found you in his doorway. He stared at you blankly for a moment, muttering a string of swear words under his breath, not making any effort whatsoever to even beg for your forgiveness. You turned quickly on your heels. “Y/N wait” You heard him grumble as you flew down the stairs, tears stinging in your eyes. You paid no attention to his attempt to chase you and made your way to your car. You harshly started your car, throwing it into gear and nearly crashing into the other girls car on your way out. You watch him stumble out the front door as you pull away, yelling for you to hear him out. You did nothing of the sort, and you didn’t plan on it.

You were hesitant to go back to the chateau, not wanting to face the reality of what you witnessed. You had been cheated on, how pathetic. You were crying profusely, even more pathetic. You felt stupid, pathetic, angry, worthless, and everything in between as you drove with blurry eyes around the island.

You landed at John B’s, like you knew you world eventually, and considering that you nearly crashed twice, you felt you were no longer okay to drive. You found the group of friends sitting around the porch as the sun began to set. They noticed that your car had pulled in the question was why you were back so soon. They got worried when you didn’t exit your car right away. They watched as you sat in the driver's seat. You had no idea what to do with yourself.

Rather than going to greet the group like you would usually, you hopped out of your car slamming your door with raging force, and walked to the end of the dock. You stood there for a moment, hearing rustling behind you as your friends watched your movement.

“Y/N?” You heard John B’s confused voice call out as you stood at the edge.

“What is she doing?” Pope asked the group as they all stared at your back.

“Should we go out there?” Kie thinks out loud.

“Maybe just give her a minute, she didn’t come to us right away for a reason” JJ tells Kie, knowing that sometimes you prefer your time alone. All of the sudden they heard your booming yell.

“Fuck!” You screamed out to the open water, drawing on the word until you ran out of breath. “Fuck.” You say again as a whisper to yourself, trying your hardest to blink back the tears in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry in front of the Pogues, not about something as pathetic as this. You got cheated on, you shouldn’t be upset, you should be angry, you should be pissed. But how it stood, you were both, caught in between seething with rage and cowering in tears and depressive thought. Your hands ran through your hair, pulling at the roots as you knelt down to sit, your breath no longer supporting your standing.

By this point, the Pogues were running to you. You leaned back against the post of the dock, tears falling to your lap.

“Y/N what's wrong?” JJ was the first to reach you.

“What happened?” Pope questioned.

“What in the world was that?” John B refers to your screaming in a joking manner before realizing that you were breaking down in front him. “What the fuck Y/N whats wrong?”

“Guys cool it.” Kie waves them back as she sits down next to you, pulling your head to her shoulder. “Give her a second.”

The three boys quieted down, Pope deciding to sit next to you in silent support. John B and JJ backed up, leaning on the rail across from you, giving you a moment to cry it out with Kie.

“He fucking cheated.” Your voice was scratchy from the screaming, so Kie was the only one to hear your confession.

“Oh my god.” She sighs.

“What?” Pope asks, not hearing your low voice clearly.

“He fucking cheated!” You exclaimed, anger taking back over. “I found him in bed with some fucking kook!” Your tears continued to stream as your watery tone sounded loudly to the boys.

“Motherfucker” John B mutters, pulling at his hair and slumping to sit against the post.

“Oh, Y/N” Pope was at a loss for words. He couldn’t tell if you were more sad than angry, so he elected to rub your back instead. “I’m so sorry.” Was the only thing he could come up with.

“What a fucking douche bag!” John B exclaims. “Y/N he’s a piece of shit,” He states. “He’s a piece of shit and you deserve so much better than that son of a bitch piece of fucking trash” By the end of his sentence his voice had risen in volume due to his anger. He was pissed, and increasingly so. It wasn’t until Kie gave him a subtle sign to stop that he had noticed his words were not as helpful as he thought. You were back to crying on Kies shoulder, more upset than you were mad. “Sorry” He whispers, backing off once again.

“It’s okay.” You sniffle. “I just don’t know if I’m at angry yet. I mean I am but,” Your words trailed off and Kie squeezes you into her shoulder. You peer upwards realizing that JJ has yet to comment on the subject at hand. He stands quietly with his arms cross, eyes ignited with pure resentment.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

And with that short sentence, he walks towards shore with the intent of assault glinting in his eyes.

“JJ wait-” You weakly call after him, however your voice falls short of how you intended, coming out as an odd whine, and turning into a sob as you watch John B chase after your blond best friend.

“JJ” John B starts. “JJ stop”

“Unless you’re coming to help me, I don’t want to hear it John B.” JJ groans.

“Don’t make this worse” John B reasons.

“Make this worse?” JJ bursts at his friend. “He cheated on her! On Y/N! Our Y/N!”

“JJ I’m right there with you buddy, and if you wanna bash his face in I’m in but, we gotta give her some time to process this. She needs us to be here right now and us going on a rampage is not going to help her.”

“Fuck.” JJ mutters, knowing that John B was completely right. “So what the fuck do we do?”

“I don’t fucking know dude, she says shes not angry yet, so maybe we should just like, let her be with Kie for tonight and, yeah I have no idea I’m so pissed off how is she not pissed bro?” John B rants as he thinks about what you’re going through.

“She won’t stay down for long, and if I know Y/N, I know she’ll get mad real soon.” JJ huffs. “God what a dick. She can’t be upset for long right? She’s smart she’s gonna realize that hes a good for nothing son of a fucking bitch and shes gonna bounce right back.” The blond talks to himself, pacing the porch in front of a now sitting John B. “How could he do that to her? How could anyone do that to her? Does he know that he just lost the best fucking thing that he’s ever had?” His arm swings out gesturing to you still sitting on the dock with Kie and Pope.

“At least now, you can actually tell her how you feel.” John B propositions slyly.

“What the fuck are you talking about man?” JJ shrugs his friend off, not wanting to think of his feelings for you.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”

JJ thinks for a few moments.

“Even if there was something there,” He pauses, knowing that there indeed was something there, at least for him. “I couldn’t tell her. Not now, she's dealing with way too much for me to just drop something like that on her.”

“You’re right.” John B agrees with him, happy that he finally admitted to it, and slightly proud that JJ knew he couldn’t ambush you with all of that right now. The two angry boys knew that they had to do everything that they could to be there for you, even if it meant that they couldn’t bust that prick's face.

That night, you had fallen asleep with Kie in the spare bedroom of the chateau. You didn’t talk to the boys all that much, however they made it clear that they were here for you whenever you needed them. You woke up feeling numb. Your cheeks felt tight as you had fallen asleep crying. Kie wasn’t next to you, so you assumed you had slept decently late.

“Okay so, what are we gonna do?” Pope asks as the Pogues minus you stands around the kitchen.

“I think that she just needs to feel normal. We should just try to make today as normal as possible.” Kie explains to the boys.

“Is she gonna wanna go to the Kegger tonight?” John B scratches the back of his neck.

“Maybe, it might be a good distraction, but there's a chance that he could be there.” Kie ponders the idea.

“Okay so what if we find something else to do to distract her?” JJ injects. As he says so, the door to the spare room creeks, stamping out the conversation. You drag your feet out of the room to find your four friends looking at you expectantly.

“Um, morning?” You state more as a question, not loving the confrontation. “What are you guys doing?” You raise a brow. When they all state different answers, you knew they were talking about you. “Subtle” You mumble. “I’m gonna shower.”

After spending a good hour in the bathroom, you felt somewhat normal. Your eyes no longer burned from crying and your face was no longer stained with makeup. You looked tired, but nothing more than a late night could explain that.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being shouted from the front of the house. “Y/N!”

“Fuck.”

It was your ex.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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SDRA2 HCs: S/O saving their Partner from being the Blackened

(Contains Ch 1-4 spoilers! I’ll add Ch 5 once I’ve finished it!)

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Hajime

The boxer got the alcohol and water mixed up even for himself, and that's pretty much where his plan to kill Yuri ends.

Though he still tries taking him to the bell tower but you--being the sober one--sees them and escort the two to their rooms.

"The Monocruise is this way, ya goofballs." You’re just amused as the spaceman clings to Hajime's back, making life easier for you.

Once he's in bed you get your bf to his room, though as you take off his shades for him you notice he's crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I promised myself I'd never get drunk. I made a-a...lifetime commitment to never drinking a-again but...I-I broke that promise and disappointed everyone!!"

You just sigh and reassure him you aren't disappointed, though he keeps blubbering about how he intended to do something "really really bad" and he freaks himself out more.

So you just cuddle with him and eventually fall asleep once he's done sobbing. But you did hear something about being with Void and “betraying you”, which is concerning.

You hope it’s just the alcohol talking.

Emma

It's all a matter of perfect timing as you find Emma during the concert--only to see her screaming her head off at a confused and worried Kokoro.

You recognize it as one of her meltdowns, so you're quick to rush to her aid, taking her away from the excitement and closer to the water while the psychologist ran to find Teruya.

She's still in an angry panic, but once she calms down several minutes later (despite shaking a little), you softly ask her what happened.

"K-Kokoro..she's---a-accusing me of being with Void..a-and..."

"Are you, Emma? Please tell me the truth."

For a moment she's silent, scared of what you'd say next, before nodding as she saw no way out of this.

But you reassure her she doesn't have to commit murder. You won't let her, and you promise to protect her from Mikado if need be.

After that you two just cuddle in one of the rooms to help her relax, and there she talks more about what Kokoro said that made her freak out.

Eventually you will make her apologize for making Emma have a panic attack but for now you just want your gf to be okay.

Hibiki & Kanade

Hibiki's e-handbook blips with a message from you right as she and Kanade are about to stab Setsuka, obviously making the billiards player notice them.

The twins run away as Kanade snaps at her for ruining their plan.

But they bump into you waiting right outside the pool area, looking more like a disappointed parent than their s/o.

Being with the twins for so long, you’ve taken notice of Hibiki’s puppet-like state and calmly snap her out of it--to which she’s confused and panic-striken when she sees a knife in her hands.

“Wh-What...? What a-are we...?”

Still Kanade is pissed off at you for being the reason her plan was ruined, and she tries attacking you.

Fortunately you were prepared for this reaction, so you sedate her with the same type of drug Hajime used on Yuri on the first island.

When Hibiki asks, you regrettably explain what her sister intended to do and she starts sobbing, yelling at the currently unconscious twin.

From then on, she stays with you--terrified to be alone with her sister after what she tried to do to you.

And it turns out Kanade never cared about you--only her sister and just tolerated you to make her happy. But now that you’re an “obstacle” who’s destroying their relationship, you’ll have to watch your back.

Shinji (True Blackened)

You're horrified to see Nikei laying on the ground while your boyfriend has blood gushing down his neck.

But rather than assume the worst, you quickly tended to Shinji's neck wounds with gauze you had. You brought them in case anybody got hurt while exploring the tower.

You took him to the infirmary, demanding to know what the hell happened.

And he explains what happened between him, Nikei, and Yuki--suspecting that the journalist tried to make his little bro a murderer by killing him for reasons unknown right now.

You're livid, obviously, though Shinji is unusually calm as he hugs you and reassures you he's okay--thanks to you he's alive and probably would’ve done something he regretted had you not saved him.

Right on cue Yuki runs in, sobbing in relief and apologizing to both of you a thousand times.

He even offers to let you both punch him but nah you just hug him.

Nikei (Mastermind of 4th Case)

You beat Yuki to the punch and see Shinji and your unconscious bf, horrified at first.

But you see the taser and believe Shinji when he claims Nikei tazed himself. So you take him to the infirmary, where he wakes up in confusion.

The urge to slap him is immeasurable but you keep calm and ask him why he did that to himself and tried framing Shinji.

He's stubborn about telling you, but after enough pestering he eventually shouts that he could've stopped Mikado's plan but it was your fault he failed.

Then he realizes his mistake, and you try not to get too upset, knowing he was just frustrated.

You insist that more killing wasn't going to stop Mikado's plan. And you didn't want to lose him even if he's convinced his fate was sealed the moment he defected--

Wait...is he crying?

"E-Everything I try to do keeps getting ruined! If it wasn't for that goddamn son of a bitch NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING!!" His eyes are glowing red with tears flowing down his cheeks. "I should've stayed leader! It should be me instead of him!! Without him w-we...we could've had a normal life..that’s a-all I want, s/o.."

Now you understand. He wants to sabotage Mikado's plans to end this nightmare sooner, just so you two could escape and live as a normal, happy couple.

Even if you had no idea why he’d use Shinji, you just hold him and let him cry out all his frustration. You'll be sure he apologized to him later, but for now comforting him was priority.

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radiantroope · 4 years

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Lonely Heart || Rafe Cameron

Chapter Four - Tainted Love

chapter summary: Janelle comes over to talk and starts to show her true colors. You and John B. go surfing where he gets you to open up to him about your mom. An unlikely friend saves you from falling into what seems like a trap.

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of familial death, a beer is mentioned

word count: 4.3k+

author’s note: yeah uhhh don’t hate me for this lol. i wanna fight her too. as always, please leave me some feedback and let me know if you’re enjoying this series <3

read chapter three here!

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You didn’t leave the house much. You didn’t want to risk running into Rafe or Janelle anywhere. Topper had dropped by a couple of times just to check on you and see how your mother was doing. Sarah was over the most, refusing to let you waste away in your room by yourself. She was going back to school at Chapel Hill, splitting her time between the mainland and the island. You’d tried to insist she didn’t have to come over every other day, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer. ‘You’re my best friend. You can try and shut everyone else out, but not me.’ she’d said.

Your mother had an appointment that day to have a brain MRI. They wanted to check the tumor and make sure the chemotherapy was helping slow the growth or at least keep the tumor at bay for the time being. Her form of cancer was aggressive and there was a chance the chemo would only work for so long. Eventually the tumor would stop reacting to it and continue growing rapidly. Your parents told you the visit was boring and you’d be in the waiting room the whole time so they made you stay home.

You stared at the fresh cup of tea in front of you, robotically dipping the tea bag in and out of the scalding water. Your mind was consumed with thoughts of Rafe, as much as you tried not to think about him. You couldn’t comprehend why he’d ghosted you and started dating your best friend. Was he ashamed of loving her and feared you’d think you were replaced? Truthfully, it is how you felt. He pushed you out and made more room for Janelle in his life, letting her fill a place you thought would always be yours.

Your whole perspective on your life was forced to change. The dreams and goals you’d had when you were younger, picturing Rafe by your side, you’d instead achieved and chased by yourself. You went to college parties and drowned yourself in booze to ignore how wrong it felt being there. You had mindlessly hooked up with fraternity douchebags, hoping it would fill the void in your chest. It never did. You had tried to go on dates with guys who were so sweet and nothing short of gentlemen, but none of them managed to wow you. They weren’t rough around the edges with just enough attitude to keep you in check. They were soft, men you could walk all over and they’d let you. They weren’t Rafe. You hated yourself for comparing them all to him, but he was all you’d ever known. He was all you ever wanted.

Guilt started eating away at you for focusing so much on the boy who unknowingly broke your heart. Your mother was dying for God’s sake. You should be putting all of your attention on her and making sure she was happy in what was going to be the last year of her life. You were upset with yourself for being so angry with her for not telling you about the engagement. It wasn’t their fault your closest friends were a couple of backstabbers.

The shrill ring of the doorbell ripped you from your thoughts. You abandoned the now cold cup of tea at the coffee table, sock clad feet sliding across the hardwood as you moved through the house. You glanced down at the oversized shirt you were wearing, biker shorts poking out underneath. You had a feeling your unruly hair was sticking out in all directions from the bun it was in but couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

The moment you ripped the front door open, you tried to slam it right back closed. Bile rose in your throat as you pushed against their body, growling, “Get the fuck off my porch.”

“I’m here to talk, Y/N, please!” Janelle protested, trying to look at you through the crack in the white painted door without having it crushed. “Just give me ten minutes.”

You hesitated, pausing against the door. Words couldn’t describe how hurt you were that she’d kept this from you for years. She had been one of your best friends. She knew things about you that your own parents didn’t know — that Rafe himself didn’t know. Could it hurt to at least try and hear her out?

You finally pulled the door open, avoiding her striking green eyes and waving your arm out to let her in. You shut the door loudly behind her and moved to the couch. “Ten minutes,” you stated, sitting at one end while she took a spot on the other.

“How’s your mom?” she started, giving you a sad smile.

You shrugged once, responding monotonously with, “Fine.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Janelle said softly, seemingly sincere as she stared at her lap. You kept quiet and didn’t show any change in emotion on your face, so she continued, “I should have told you. The second things changed with Rafe and I, I should have come to you about it.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and breathed in deeply as to collect your thoughts. There were a million things you could say to her right now, most more unpleasant than others. You sighed, “You knew how much I loved him, Janelle. You were the only person I told. Do you understand how much of a slap to the face this is?”

“I know. I broke, like, the first rule in girl code. I suck,” she replied, shaking her head a bit. She had been avoiding your eyes but looked back over, “We didn’t expect it, you know. It just kind of… happened. Things were really rough for both of us for a while and I guess it made us closer. We were able to connect on a deeper level.”

You stared at her, unable to read the expression on her face. You couldn’t pinpoint one sort of emotion swimming in her eyes. A weight settled on your shoulders, something within you feeling unnerved.

“Do you love him?”

There it was, a smile. The first real emotion the dark haired girl had shown you since she stepped foot in the house. Did she even care about you at all? Did she care that this was ripping you apart inside? “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have said yes to marrying him if I didn’t,” her response lit a fire within your chest, spreading through every nerve ending in your body.

“Then why did you never seem interested in him before?” you questioned, watching the creases form between her eyebrows. “You chased after Kelce for two years without giving up. You never once gave any indication that you were remotely interested in Rafe until I left, apparently.”

You were simmering in pent up anger and betrayal, jealousy sitting just below the surface. Though, you kept yourself calm, refusing to let those emotions through. You knew Janelle like the back of your hand and you knew there was more to this. You wanted to push her until she said exactly what she was thinking. The slow contort of her face into an angry scowl proved to you that it was working.

“You don’t just wake up one day and decide, hm, I’m in love with this person now, Janelle. How do you even know if what you have is real?”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so conceited and wrapped up in yourself you would have noticed,” Janelle spit, the olive toned tan to her face turning a light shade of pink. “Everyday I had to listen to you bitch and moan about how he’d never love you back. All you did was cry because you were too scared to tell him how you felt. I always loved him but you always made everything about you.”

You blood boiled under your skin. Your face became hot and you clenched your hands in your lap to keep them from shaking. Your bottom lip was sure to start bleeding soon with how tightly you bit it between your teeth.

“You weren’t there for the fights with Ward, when he called him names and made him feel less than. You weren’t there for the nights he got black out drunk because he wanted to forget. You weren’t there for the fucking cocain addiction that almost ruined his whole life,” Janelle seethed, leaning closer to you with every word she spoke.

Your jaw clenched painfully as you grit out, “How was I supposed to be there when he’s the one who cut me out of his life?”

“He cut you out of his life to send you a message, Y/N!” Janelle shouted through a laugh, a condescending smile settling on her lips. “He was so happy when you moved to California because he was finally free! He wasn’t being suffocated by you anymore!”

“That’s not true,” you whispered, shaking your head quickly. Your mind flashed back to your going away party. The soft voices and gentle touches. The way he looked at you like you were the only person he had eyes for — at least that’s what you thought.

“It is, and the sooner you accept that, the better. Rafe doesn’t love you,” the raven haired girl stated. Your glossy eyes flickered to hers. The bright green in them was gone and replaced with a cold, mossy color. “He never loved you. He never will love you the way you’re so desperate for him to. You moving was the best thing that ever happened to him — to us.”

You stayed seated on the couch as she got up and slung her entirely too large of a purse over her shoulder. Your eyes were full to brim with tears that you refused to let fall in front of her. You wouldn’t let her see how much this was ruining you. This wasn’t the girl you’d met back when you were ten years old, it was a completely different person. Or maybe she had been this person the whole time, and you had just been a pawn in some sick game. Only did you look at her when she opened the front door.

“And Y/N,” the sweet tone replaced the venomous one she used only moments ago. “Stay away from him. I don’t need you messing with his head before the wedding.”

The door slammed and you sat there, allowing the tears to flow down your flushed cheeks. You didn’t sob, you didn’t scream and throw things around like most would have thought. It was just a silent flow of saltiness that felt never ending. A numbing feeling came over you as you let Janelle’s words absorb into your head. Had you really been so blind by your own love for Rafe you never saw hers? Had you been so stupid to think the Kook Prince would fall for someone as ordinary as you?

You don’t know if it was only minutes or maybe hours that you sat on the couch, blankly staring at the wall. Eventually, you finally pulled yourself up and located your phone. There was one thing you knew would help you escape the depression spiral you were heading down. And there was one person you could call who would be willing to do it with you — despite hardly knowing you at all.

“Hello?” John B. sounded utterly confused as to why you were calling him.

“H-Hey, I uh, I know this is weird,” your voice was dry and you cleared your throat, “Do you, i dunno, maybe wanna go surfing with me?”

—

You sat on top of your board out where the water was calmer, watching John B. pull off an intricate trick with his own surfboard. You hummed in thought, wishing you could pull off some of the moves he did. You tended to just catch the biggest wave you could and ride it out for as long as possible. You’d picked up some things over the years, but just riding out a long wave was your favorite feeling. You loved the rush, like you were flying.

“You’re really good,” you complimented the brunette as he made his way back out to you.

“Thanks,” John B. chuckled, moving to straddle his board just as you were, “You’re pretty good at riding out the big ones. I bet I could get JJ to teach you some things. He’s better than I am.”

You laughed softly and shook your head, brushing your wet hair behind your back, “JJ would rather scrub Heyward’s boat to the bone than hang out with me.”

“He’s not that bad,” the Routledge boy tried to defend his friend. “Well, not anymore. He’s more… tolerant.”

You hummed in response, staring out into the open water where the edges curved at the horizon. The sun was beginning to go down, casting an orange glow over everything around you. John B. watched you, seeing the gears turning in your head. He’d barely seen you smile all day and from what Sarah had told him, surfing always made you happiest.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You turned to look at him, his soft hazel eyes saying It’s okay, you can trust me. You sighed heavily and averted your gaze to the purple and white board below you. You could feel that you wanted to cry again but your eyes remained dry, like you had nothing left in you. The hollow feeling in your chest felt like it was going to swallow you whole.

“You sure you want my demons weighing on your conscience?” you asked playfully, the corners of your mouth upturning slightly.

John B. smiled softly, shrugging a bit, “We all have our demons, Y/N. Some worse than others.”

You nodded and eyed him for a moment longer before asking, “What was it like.. to lose your dad?”

The curly haired boy sucked in a breath. It had been four years but it never got easier. His dad was all he had and then he was alone, still a child having to grow up entirely too fast. He let out a soft breath, “It was hard. I didn’t know what happened to him for nine months, and then to find out he was dead? It was like a part of me died with him.”

You nodded, silently listening along as he opened up to you.

“It was painful and ugly. I lashed out at my friends… It’s still painful sometimes. I try to think about the good things though. The fishing trips on his boat, going to work with him.. His horrendous endeavour to find The Royal Merchant,” he paused to laugh at the memory, and you did too. You’d heard enough stories about him and his friends searching for the lost gold as well. “I know he’s still with me. He watches over me. Your mom will too.”

You nodded again, bottom lip quivering slightly. Your voice was strained as you spoke, “It fucking sucks seeing her like this. Everyday I feel like I can tell she’s getting worse.”

“I regret not being around more the last couple of years. If I had known this was going to happen I would have done so many things differently.”

John B. waded his board closer to you, resting his hand on yours that was gripping your knee. His eyes were remorseful, lips turned down in a frown. His father’s death was sudden and unexpected. He understood your pain but he also had no idea how to handle knowing the inevitable was coming. He couldn’t imagine watching someone you love slowly slip away.

“Don’t think about that. Don’t beat yourself up for what you didn’t do or wish you did. Spend this time reminding your mom how much you love her and helping make these last moments she has some of the best. Make more memories with her that you’ll look back on and smile at,” he told you, squeezing your fingers softly.

You met John B.’s eyes again and nodded, giving him a soft smile. It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t exactly know you on that personal level but could also relate to you. He had experienced a loss like you were about to and it was refreshing to hear how he coped with it and get some advice. You wondered exactly how much Sarah had told him but it was nice that he was judging you. Maybe years ago, he would have thrown it back in your face, called you a snob and any other insult he could think of. Maybe it was dating Kook that changed his outlook, or he’d grown up and matured and realized the stupid rivalry wasn’t worth being a complete dick all the time.

John B. drifted away from you again when he saw you seemed more relaxed, he looked out where the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. He offered, “Why don’t you come back to the Chateau with me? Sarah’s coming over and I know she’s dying to get you to hang with us.”

You contemplated for a moment, unsure how inviting the other Pogues would be to another Kook in their company. But for once, getting out and being around other people sounded a lot better than going home and burying yourself in Ben and Jerry’s while binge watching a show you’d already seen. So you nodded and smiled, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

—

Rafe didn’t listen to Topper’s advice of leaving you alone. He couldn’t pretend like seeing after all of these years wasn’t a sucker punch to the gut. He kept replaying everything over the course of five years in his head. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he could’ve done differently. The different outcomes of his actions replayed in his head like a broken record. What could have happened if he hadn’t cut you out of his life? Would you have ended up together in the end, despite the distance? Should he have told you how he felt that day, when it felt like your gentle touch was the only thing holding him together?

He traveled out onto the South side and watched from his truck as you and John B. left the beach. He thought about getting out and speaking to you there but instead he watched from the shadows as you strapped your surfboard to the top of your mother’s car and drove away behind the Volkswagen.

Against his better judgement, Rafe followed you. He stayed far enough behind that you wouldn’t recognize his truck. He knew his way to the Routledge boy’s house anyway. Many a night’s he had gone there when he was younger and looking for trouble, or when he got older, to pick up his sister when she didn’t have a ride. He knew that’s where you were heading. He would pretend it didn’t bother him slightly that you were hanging out with the Pogues. He’d grown more accustomed to seeing them around but the roots of the rivalry were still deeply embedded within him. He still thought they were at the bottom of the food chain.

You didn’t think much of the headlights that pulled up behind your car, thinking Sarah had just arrived. You dug around in the backseat, trying to gather the things that had spilled from your bag. The headlights shut off and it was quiet for a moment. You heard John B. curse softly and your heart nearly stopped when you heard the voice.

“Sup, John B.?” Rafe’s gruff voice filled the air, nodding his head at his sister’s boyfriend.

“Rafe,” the Routledge boy greeted back, an edge to his tone.

You slowly removed yourself from the car, turning to face the last person you wanted to see, next to Janelle. You hated the way your heart skipped a beat when his azure irises met yours. He swallowed thickly, waiting for you to make the first move, which you did.

“What are you doing here?”

“I- I uh,” Rafe’s hand came up to rub the back of his neck, eyes leaving yours to stare at the ground. “I don’t know. I wanted to see you.”

You scoffed and shook your head, reaching back into the car to get your bag. He hesitantly moved closer and continued, “I’m worried about you, Y/N. I know things are weird right now and I’m sorry about your mom but I-”

“Don’t,” you snapped, standing upright and slamming the car door, “Don’t pretend like you fucking care.”

“I do care. I just want to talk.”

“You had five years to talk, Rafe!” you shouted, voice shaking as you did so. You bit the inside of your lip and begged your body not to betray you. You didn’t need him seeing you cry. “I waited and waited for you to talk to me. I asked myself ‘why’ for years! You’ve moved on with your life, that’s fine, I can accept that. But don’t expect me to be a part of it anymore. Just go back to pretending I don’t exist.”

Even from a distance Rafe could see the glaze to your eyes. He could see your body shaking as you tried to keep yourself composed. It looked like you were about to fall apart in front of him and it made his chest ache. You always were the one to pretend to be strong for as long as you could until it crushed you. He shook his head and tried again, “Y/N, please, you don’t understa-”

“Yo, Rafe! Didn’t know you were stopping by!” you turned to see JJ Maybank bouncing down the porch steps, an arrogant smirk painted on his chapped lips. His unruly hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards baseball cap. He was shirtless, flaunting his physique in only a pair of grey cargo shorts. He’d heard you yelling and figured he may as well come investigate.

“Maybank,” Rafe greeted the Pogue stiffly, a lot more tense than he’d been around John B.

The younger blonde boy threw his arm around your shoulders as he came to your side, catching you by surprise. You glanced up at him, but his eyes never left Rafe, his smirk widening. You didn’t see the look of anger that flashed across your former best friend’s face, a fire igniting in his eyes — JJ caught it though, and he was going to run with it.

“I heard about the engagement, man, congrats!” JJ spoke enthusiastically and you had to resist rolling your eyes. You suddenly had the urge to throw up like on the Druthers, but you swallowed the feeling down. Your eyes met Rafe’s again as JJ kept going, “Don’t you have, like, a cake tasting to get to or something?”

Rafe’s hands curled into fists, knuckles cracking as he squeezed. If anyone knew how to get under his skin in just the right way, it was the Maybank boy. He breathed out slowly through his nose, choosing to ignore the comments from the Pogue. He pleaded with you, “Can we just talk, real quick? Please?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, bro. Y/N’s really busy right now,” JJ answered for you, tilting his head to look down at you, “Aren’t you, bubs?”

You stared up into the tan blonde’s indigo eyes that were screaming at you not to go to him. You knew he was trying to help you, but you weren’t friends. You didn’t understand why he came to your defense so quick. He could have just let you stand out there and allow Rafe to rope you back in like you knew he could.

“She can speak for herself,” Rafe snapped at JJ who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. You hadn’t moved out from under his arm so clearly you had no interest in going to the Kook.

“Go home, Rafe,” you said, turning with JJ to walk up to the Chateau. “Wouldn’t want to suffocate you anymore,” you took a dig, repeating what Janelle had said to you earlier in the day.

Rafe stood there, watching as you walked to the porch, wrapped in someone else’s arms — someone he despised. His heart pounded harder in his chest the further you got away from him, like you were taking it with you. He silently got back in his truck and backed out, tires squealing as he peeled off down the road. He gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, breathing raggedly. Wouldn’t want to suffocate you anymore. Those words bothered him, knowing he’d heard something like that before but he couldn’t recall when, where or more importantly, who.

“Well that couldn’t have been anymore awkward,” John B. stated as he led you into the house.

You’d expected JJ to drop his arm the second Rafe was gone, but he didn’t, guiding you into the kitchen for you to put down your bag. You sighed heavily and rubbed your face with the hand not pinned to your side, “I’m sorry about that. And thank you, JJ, you didn’t have to do all that.”

The boy hummed and waved his hand, finally stepping away from you and moving to the fridge, “The guy’s an asshole and needs to learn he can’t always get what he wants. Especially after what happened on daddy dearest’s boat.”

You felt your face flush, looking over at John B. who held his hands up as if he was surrendering, “I didn’t say anything, swear.”

“Word travels fast ‘round these parts,” JJ clarified, walking back over and handing you a beer. He sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, patting the one beside him for you. “C’mon, tell your good pal JJ what the Prince fucked up this time.”

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honeyyui · 3 years

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Laito Appreciation Week 2021 - Day 7

✧༺♥༻∞ The final day is here!! It feels like this whole week went by so fast. ∞༺♥༻

To end things off, I wrote a fic! This is the first DiaLovers work I’ve ever done (and I’m still a bit of a newbie to publishing my writing online in general), so I’m kinda nervous but I hope you all enjoy!

I put it on AO3, and it can be found linked here.

This story is about Laito and Yui’s relationship. Be warned though, it isn’t meant to be happy, and it contains some potentially upsetting themes. Be safe!

Thank you so much @everything-laito for hosting this event. I had such a great time participating.

✧༺♥༻∞ If you don’t want to use AO3 for some reason, I’ll also put the fic below the cut of this post for accessibility's sake. It might be a little cumbersome to read on here, though. ∞༺♥༻

From a young age, Yui Komori already had a vague idea of what “love” was supposed to be.

She slowly picked things up here and there - from books where at the end of the story, the hero saves the damsel in distress, from songs on the radio filled with longing and sweet poetry. As she grew older, she learned of love from giddy classmates; girls gushing about their very own prince charming who would ride in on a white horse. They whispered of heartfelt handwritten notes and soft shoulder touches. Young. Innocent. Hopeful.

But most importantly, she learned of love from her father. He would tell her the same thing over and over.

Wait until you grow older. Meet a nice, upstanding Christian man at church. Wear a white dress. Get married. Raise a family. Be a homemaker. You will live the perfect life.

Every night in bed she’d get lost in thought. She’d created an idealized image of this elusive lover in her mind, falling asleep to the idea of a peaceful, pious life in the idyllic countryside.

Now, she had long since lost the ability to picture it.

Yui sat cradling him, panting and heaving. Streams of moonlight poured through the church’s stained glass and illuminated their bodies, which were covered in an intermingling sheen of sweat.

Through her desperate sighs, she spoke.

“This isn’t what I imagined.”

“Imagined?” Laito asked with a smile. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not...what my father told me.” Yui still breathed heavily, her pale, quivering chest rising in a slow and painful rhythm.

He waited patiently for her to continue.

“Told you about what…?” Laito prodded at her with his words, as though looking to coax out any stray emotions bottled up inside. He cocked his head to the side inquisitively.

“Love.”

“He abandoned you.” Said Laito, stroking Yui’s now-messy hair. He brushed away a few slick strands that still stuck to her forehead, and tilted her head up by her chin so he could stare into her eyes. “What could he ever understand about love, hmm?”

“But-” Yui stuttered.

“I thought we were past this.” Laito’s spoke, his voice low and flat. He narrowed his eyes, and his grip on Yui’s face grew tighter.

She felt her breath catch in her throat. “I...I know. I’m sorry.” She gulped, repeating it once more for good measure. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okaayy, I’ll accept your apology...” Laito cooed, delicately trailing his fingers from her jawline to her neck, and then along her collarbone.

Yui breathed a sigh of relief.

“...If we continue.” Commanded Laito, pressing his fingertip into the divot at the base of her neck.

“More?” she said, shocked. Whining in dismay, she slumped forward, desperately reaching for a warmth that was not there.. “I’m so tired...I can’t…” She hardly had the strength to raise her hand to meet his. “You took so much… and it’s been hours…”

“Ah ah~” “Don’t you remember our vows?”

She felt his expression turn dark - his gaze boring into her core. Yui squeezed her eyes shut, and as she did she felt Laito yank her body forward and pull her in painfully tight. He held her so close that she could feel his breath against her ear. She felt as though she was suffocating; the smell of blood and sweat filling her mouth and nose and stretching its violent tendrils down her throat.

“Don’t you love me?’

His fingernails dug roughly into her shoulders; angry half-moon divots pressing themselves into her flesh.

“I...I do.”

“Good.” Said Laito. He ran his hands over her shoulders, tracing circles along her all the way down to her exposed chest, which was peppered with puncture wounds and bruises that bloomed in unsightly colors. “I love you. I love you.” He chanted softly, repeating it like a mantra. Deft fingertips explored Yui’s body with reckless abandon, poking at fading welts and prodding at old scars. He pinched her soft skin, eliciting the same reactions as he had time and time again without fail. Her body was a record for him to rewind and replay as he pleased. “I love you.” He whispered again, as if trying to convince not only Yui - but himself as well - that it was the truth.

Before she knew it, Yui’s body hit the floor as she was roughly shoved down.

She stared up at the church’s ceiling - a tall peak surrounded by walls filled with ornate stained glass and beautiful murals. Splitting into fragments, the bright moonlight still filtered through the intricate pattern and dizzying mixture of colors, dying itself ethereal hues. The light’s reflection bathed the floor in a deep blue glow, faintly creating the illusion that it was a vast ocean, threatening to swallow her up at a moment's notice.

Above the windows, she could see a weathering and faded painting of the sky. Billowy white clouds spiraled around and around, and cherubs and angels flew up towards the sun; hands outstretched gracefully, accompanying God at a golden throne and the grand gates to heaven.

It looked impossibly high from where she lay.

As Laito lifted her legs to her chest and pushed her down deep into that endless ocean of blue, she let herself become lost in thought.

Every day was similar. First thing after he’d wake up, he’d be all over her - in bed, In the shower, in the garden, anywhere. Anywhere and everywhere, any time he wanted. She’d obey his wordless instructions, melting into his carefully calculated touches and strokes. When he did speak, she let the praise and degradation blend together into a sickening mixture until her head went numb and she took it all in - fully and without inhibition. The crippling shame came later, though by now she’d long learned to bury it.

He’d tease her mercilessly, then fall silent when he’d had his fill.

One time, she begged for a kiss. A real kiss, not just one meant to satiate her complaints, or one that served to pacify and mystify her; not one that led to anything else, not one meant to be a formality that preceded torn skirts and trembling legs. The most she got was a quick peck on the forehead.

She learned to live with it. After all, this was what love was, right? Who was she to dictate the way he showed his love?

I have no right, she thought once, massaging her aching muscles and wiping still-damp tears from her face, to pass judgement on others.

When they loved, she’d get lost in the ache of his nails and fangs, and she’d scream until her throat went raw. It didn’t matter that she hardly got a moment alone - it served to help quell the feelings inside: the fear that someone else would rise to the surface and claim her mind when she was caught alone and vulnerable. At least he kept her occupied. Satiated. When she felt the pain of his love she felt something that uniquely belonged to her. She took the pain and became it.

Laito’s sharp, quick thrusts snapped her back to reality. She attempted to steady herself by pushing her arms into the floor, but her vision swam and she shuddered vigorously. Was it the anemia? Her heart? She no longer knew. Her body felt alien.

This is love. She told herself, his one hand around her neck and the other creeping its way to her mouth.

Before she could fully realize it, she felt a hot tear run down her cheek and spill on to the floor. Then came another. And another. By the time they had started, stopping them was futile. She moaned through her choked sobs.

“Why are you crying?” said Laito. “Wait, don’t tell me - you’re feeling sentimental about joining our bodies again in the place we married? In the place where you had your first?” He eased his grip on her and removed his fingers from her mouth, instead opting to drag them though her still-falling tears. He licked his pointer finger languidly.

“I DON'T KNOW!” Yui wailed. “I don’t know..”

He stopped moving, and stared down at Yui with hawkish eyes. “...You aren’t worried about God, are you?” Laito smirked, failing to suppress his amusement.

Yui smiled through her tears. “No... because I think he stopped watching over me long ago.”

Eventually, the moonlight faded and dawn crawled out to take its place. Fresh sunlight trickled through the glass and warmed the still, silent air. Yui had long since passed out, curled up in a limp heap on the floor next to her wrinkled clothing.

“Bitch-Chan,” Laito whispered, gazing at her sleeping body. “We’re going to have to go home eventually…”

Kneeling down to pick up her uniform, he dressed her, careful not to jostle her awake. He haphazardly tossed her skirt on - not bothering to zip it - and let her blouse bunch around her neck like an odd-looking scarf. He forwent her bra, socks and underwear - slipping the very latter into his pants pocket. Slowly, he slid out of his uniform jacket and placed it around her shoulders as a covering.

On the floor beneath where her clothes had been, sat a lonely rosary.

He watched her chest rise and fall softly a few more times before gingerly lifting her up onto his back. His calm footsteps echoed throughout the church.

Yui groggily woke to soft, rhythmic movements and the feeling of something fluffy behind her neck. Still half-asleep, she relished in the soft, warm feeling and listened mindlessly to the tempo of her own drowsy sighs.

“Eh? You’re stirring now?” said Laito.

In her state, she could hardly find the words to respond to him. She still wasn’t cognisant of much around her.

On vague instinct, she moved one hand to reach for her skirt pocket. Something wasn’t right.

“I think…” mumbled Yui. “I forgot something.”

“Really now?”

“I can’t remember…” she drawled.

Laito soothed her with a gentle “Go back to sleep. We’re almost home.”

Well, whatever it is, thought Yui.

If I forgot it, then it probably wasn’t that important.

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definitelyseven · 4 years

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it was always you

summary: in a twisted turn of events, you find yourself naked in the bed of your best friend, Mark Tuan

“You okay? You were in there for awhile,” Mark said rubbing your arm up and down to comfort you. In the corner of your eyes, you could feel Sana burn you with her stare.

You gave Mark a subtle smile, “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said walking away from him. You sat down at the fancy dinner table where your name tag was. JB came over to sit next to you.

“You alright?” he asked rubbing your back. You felt disgusted by his touch - something about knowing his intentions were manipulated by Sana didn’t sit right with you. It wasn’t entirely his fault, you were the one who allowed him so easily into your life, but you could never see yourself with him.

You moved away from his touched, “I’m fine. I wished everyone would stop asking me that,” you snapped at him. Maybe if you were mean to him, he’d get the hint to leave you alone. JB’s eyebrows furrowed together, worried that something had happened.

“Did Sana say something to you?”

Were you really about to expose Sana right here at the rehearsal dinner? You didn’t have the balls to do that.

“I don’t want to talk about it here.”

JB nods and quietly sits beside you. You play with your fingers, wanting this night to be over but time was passing by so slowly.

More and more people arrived at the rehearsal dinner - even Mark’s parents who flew all the way from the States. You wanted to greet them, but you wanted to preserve what little dignity you had left so you sat idle.

People took there seats as the food started coming out of the kitchen. Mark and Sana of course was sitting in the middle of table, horizontally from the rest of the guests. Sana looked as if nothing happened; as if she didn’t just confront you. You applaud her for that, wishing it was something you could do.

Sana tapped her wine glass with her fork, getting everyone’s attention, “I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight. It truly is a blessing to have everyone who loves us here to share our special moment.” She lifted her wine glass up to cheers everyone; everyone followed and took a sip after raising their glasses.

Then it was Mark’s turn to make a toast. You watched him carefully as he stood up fixing his suit jacket, picking up his wine glass. He clears his throat getting everyone’s attention - all eyes were on him now.

“Thank you everyone, for coming today. Um,” he lets out a big sigh before continuing. “I don’t even know where to begin,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his wine. Sana smiles at him, giving his hand a slight rub, encouraging him to continue.

It was unlike him to be nervous in a room full of people. He was always good at speaking in front of crowds.

“Sana and I met in university. We actually met through a really good friend of mine, my best friend, Y/N,” he looks at you, giving you a small smile. “Y/N is the oldest friend I have. She’s been through everything with me - big or small. She was always like a little sister to me. Sometimes she was annoying, but most of the time she was my rock. When we found out she was attending the same university as me, she was estactic because we could finally be together again, but inside I was more excited than her because school was never the same without her.”

His eyes never left yours as he spoke. Tears began to form in your eyes as you reminisce all the happy times you and Mark shared. It was true, you’ve been through everything with Mark - big or small.

He was your rock too.

“When I told her I thought her friend, Sana, was cute, she quickly set us up on a date,” Mark peaked down at Sana who had a big smile on her face. “I guess what I’m trying to say is Y/N gave me my happiness...she is my happiness.”

The tears in your eyes formed into little pearls as you tried to contain them from falling. People around you were whispering, not understanding where the speech was going.

Sana glared at you. She looked pissed.

Mark chugs the remainder of his wine and sets his glass down, “She’s my happiness,” he repeated before turning to Sana. “Which is why I can’t marry you.”

You and Sana both turned to look at him not believing what he just said. She quickly stood up, “Babe, this is not funny,” she says through her teeth, holding onto his arm.

“I’m not trying to be funny,” he said moving her hand away from him. “I was selfish. I wanted you and I wanted Y/N,” Mark confessed.

You were just as shocked as everyone else. How could he be doing this in front of everyone? Your tears quickly fell from your eyes and onto your lap.

“Mark, please...” you begged him with tears rolling down your cheeks. “Don’t do this here,” you whispered.

He looks at you, “Because of my selfish behavior, I didn’t realize how much you were hurting, Y/N.”

“What about me?” Sana said with tears in her eyes. You can’t believe this was happening. “I’m hurting too.”

“I was selfish because I loved you both. Y/N gave me my happiness, but Sana, you were my happiness. You showed me what love was and what it felt like to be in love and I will never forget that.”

Sana reaches for both his hands as she quietly sobbed, “Then what has to change? Why can’t we be like before?”

“Everything changed when I stopped seeing Y/N as a little sister. I don’t know how or when it happened, but it did. Everything she did was engraved into my head. She consumed my thoughts, my everything.”

You never knew that. He never told you.

“I tried to pretend like it wasn’t like that. I spent more time with you and less with her. She never once blamed me for being a bad friend.”

“We can try harder. We can move out of town, away from her. We can make it work,” Sana was hysterical now. You knew how much she loved him.

“I tried! I’ve been trying this whole time! Can’t you see?” you could hear his voice grow upset. “I thought if I kept telling myself to stay with you, I’d eventually believe that I really wanted to be with you.”

You kept your eyes on Mark, afraid to look anywhere else. JB reaches for your hand, comforting you. You quickly moved your hand away from his grip, still remembering what Sana had just told you.

"I was never going to say anything about my relationship with Y/N,” he looks at Sana. “If I didn’t hear what I heard today, I might have married you.”

It was like everything froze in that moment. He knew.

He knew she confronted you. He knew how she used you to get to him. He knew about the video.

“You used Y/N to get to me,” he said as his neck grew red, veins visible. “All this...meeting me, getting me to like you was all a game,” You saw his eyes glistened with tears. “How can I marry someone whose intentions were never pure?”

“No...” she begged, holding onto his arms again. “Yes, I planned it, but it was only because I liked you so much. I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for weeks, but you didn’t even bat an eye towards me.”

“So you befriended Y/N to get to me? Pretended to be a version of someone I would like just so I would like you?”

“That’s not true! I never pretended to be someone I’m not!”

“When will you stop lying to me?” Mark shouted as tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

Sana shakes her head, “I’m not lying.”

“You were never nice to Y/N because you liked her. You were only nice to her because you wanted her to set us up. You pretended to be her friend because you knew that if I ever had to chose between you and her it would always be her and you didn’t want to risk that. You needed to be on her good side so she would feel guilty about loving me.”

He figured out everything - how much you were suffering for loving him whilst being her friend and how guilty you felt for being the other woman. He knew everything.

“My love for you was always pure. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

“Your sick game is scary,” Mark said shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re scary. I don’t even know who you are.”

“Please Mark...” Sana sobbed. “Please don’t do this,” she begs while reaching for her stomach, slightly caressing it.

“Don’t you dare use the baby to make me stay.”

The whispers in the room grew louder. It seemed like no one knew about this baby; not even their parents. You quickly glanced at Mark’s parents who seemed upset and embarrassed about the situation. They were always nice to you; treating you like you were their own daughter. You felt guilty for this - for all of it.

“Do you want the baby to be raised in a broken home?” Sana asked giving him an ultimatum.

“The day you told me you were pregnant, I planned on telling you I was going to leave you,” Mark confessed. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”

Sana kept quiet. How could she have known?

“You put cameras in my house to watch Y/N and I. You taped us...”

Sana lied to you. The camera was setup way before she confronted you. She was watching you this whole time. You felt your stomach flip, disgusted.

“I was suspicious on how things could played out so untimley. So I called your doctor to set up an appointment for an ultrasound.”

Sana’s eyes widen, “How could you do that for me?”

“Why can’t I if I’m the baby’s father?” Mark retorted. “The doctor was confused on why I was calling because you were never pregnant,” he scoffed. “You were willing to lie about being pregnant so that I would stay with you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Sana manipulated and planned all this just so Mark would marry her.

“Do I need to say anymore or do you now realize I will never ever marry you?” Mark spatted.

“Why does it have to be her?”

“It was always her,” Mark said. “I was too stupid to realize that, but I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.”

“God, you stupid bitch! You ruined everything,” Sana said angrily as she came for you. “You slut! You fucking slut! I will ruin you!” she screams. JB quickly stood up blocking her way to you, telling her to calm down.

You slowly stood up from your seat as all eyes watched you. You finally looked up, your eyes meeting Mark’s and then his parents. “Mr. and Mrs. Tuan, I’m so sorry about all this,” you said as tears rolled down your face. “There’s nothing I can say to make up for how disappointed and embarrassed I made you feel...I’m so sorry,” you sobbed before running out the venue.

You needed to get out of there. You couldn’t deal with the stares and the whispers.

“Y/N, wait!”

You hear someone chase after you, but that only makes you run faster. Your five inch heels weren’t helping though because JB quickly caught up to you.

“Y/N, where are you going?” he said catching his breath.

“Anywhere but here.”

“Let me come with you,” he offered. You flicked his arm off you.

“Stop,” you said sternly with tears still in your eyes. “Stop pretending.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sana told me everything. She asked you to go to the club that night to find me - to make me fall in love with you.” You can see from his expression that he didn’t intend on you finding out.

“Yes, that’s true, but-”

You cut him off, “Would you have talked to me that night at the club if Sana hadn’t told you to do so?” you asked. He kept his head low, eyes avoiding yours. “Answer me!”

“No, no I wouldn’t have.”

“You’re just as bad as she is!” you screamed at him angrily.

“I never lied to you. I told you it wasn’t a coincidence I saw you at the club,” he clarified. You’ve had enough of all the lies and the manipulation.

You slapped him across the face, “You used me and now you’re arguing over wording?! Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“All that stuff about seeing me at the vending machine was a lie?” you asked in which he responds with a nod.

“That was a story between my ex-girlfriend and I.”

“Oh god, I feel sick...” you said holding onto your stomach. Everything was going fuzzy and you don’t know how long you could hold yourself up anymore.

You hear Mark calling for you from a distance, “Don’t ever fucking talk to me again,” you spatted as you continued to run out of the venue.

You weren’t ready to speak with him yet. Everything was too much and you needed time for yourself - to clear your thoughts, to calm down. All that mattered was he wasn’t going to marry Sana and that was enough for you to leave.

You were thankful that you were able to quickly catch a taxi on your way out.

“Where to, Miss?” the taxi driver asked.

“Can you just drive?”

The taxi driver nods, driving off. You kept your head down to avoid speaking with him. “Hey, do you know those guys?” the taxi driver asks. You turned back to see JB and Mark fighting on the streets.

“N-no I don’t,” you lied. If you stopped now, you knew they would be able to convince you to stay and you didn’t want to. You wanted to forget all this - forget about meeting Sana and JB, forget about being the other woman, forget about the tapes.

“Have you decided where to go?”

“The airport.”

One Year Later

“Mom, I’m home,” you called out as you stepped inside your home with your suitcase. “Mom!” you called again. This time hearing footsteps approaching the door.

“Oh sweetheart! You’re here!” she said giving you a big hug.

“I can’t breathe,” you jokingly complained.

“I don’t care. You didn’t come home for a year and I practically had to beg you to come home for my birthday,” she said finally letting you go.

You gave her a subtle smile, “I’m sorry mom. Happy birthday,” you tell her, pulling her in for another hug.

“I understand honey,” she said stroking your head. “You’ll always be my little girl.”

You smiled at her. It felt good to finally be home with your family.

It’s been a year since you saw Mark; since the incident happened. A year of traveling around the world all by yourself. It was peaceful and it helped mend your open wounds. The time spent by yourself helped you grow as a person.

You were stronger.

“Where’s unnie?”

“She’s at the park with kids. Why don’t you go meet her?”

The park wasn’t far from your house. You and your sister grew up playing in the park and now she was taking her kids there. You remembered hanging out with Mark at the park all the time when you were kids.

“Unnie,” you called waving at her. She waves back, gesturing you to come to her.

“I found you,” you hear someone say behind you. You held your breath, stopping in your steps. You recognized that voice.

You exhaled, “How’d you know where I was?”

“Did you forget my mom’s birthday is the same as yours? We used to celebrate their birthdays together,” Mark said coming up next to you. “And your mother helped - she told me you were at the park.”

You nodded realizing how stupid your question was. Of course, your mother told him. She loved him like a son.

“You finally came home,” he said turning to look at you. You finally had the courage to face him. One year and he hasn’t changed one bit - still handsome as ever. You thought maybe after one year, your feelings would have subsided, but it hasn’t. He still made your heart race.

And you still loved him more than anything.

“You didn’t answer my calls, wouldn’t tell anyone where you were going until you were leaving that location. Do you know how hard it was to find you?”

You shook your head. Mark pulls something out from his back pocket; his passport. “I followed you to all 15 countries.”

You grabbed the passport from him and flipped through the pages. Every stamp you had on your passport, he had on his. You can’t believe he followed you all over the world.

“You idiot,” you said with tears in your eyes as you gently hit his chest. You didn’t expect him to chase you. If you had known, you wouldn’t have ran.

“I’m your idiot,” Mark said pulling you into his arms. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything.”

You hugged him back, breathing in his scent. You never stopped thinking about him, never stopped missing him. He wraps his arms tightly around you, giving your forehead a slight peck.

“I missed you,” he said, lips still on your forehead.

“Don’t think I didn’t miss you, Mark. I missed you more than anything. If I had known you were following me, I wouldn’t have ran.”

“I know. I didn’t want you to know. I wanted to give you all the time you needed.”

He pulls you slightly away from him to look at you. “Remember that tree over there?” he asked. You nodded turning your gaze away from him and towards the tree. “The year I was leaving for college, we promised each other something. Do you remember?”

You bit your lip, thinking about that day he left for college. The both of you were saying your goodbyes and the both of you made one promise to each other.

“If we’re still single in 10 years, we would be together,” you whispered, smiling at the silly promise you both made, 9 years ago.

“I spent the whole year thinking about the exact moment when I realized I loved you,” he cups your cheeks in his hands, pulling your face close to his. “And then I realized, it was that day we made the promise. It was always you.”

Tears fall from your eyes and he quickly wiped them away. He pulls your face close to his and connects his lips with yours. In that moment you also realized, it was always him.

a little note from jennie: anddd that’s a wrap! a sweet little ending for you and Mark - just kidding, i’m already thinking of writing an epilogue (1-2 chapters) because it isn’t your life if something doesn’t go wrong. stay tuned for more drama ;)

also, i introduced a new series in the last chapter. i wasn’t really feeling the plot so i wrote something new, something different. please check out my new series, deal.

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Part 2 :

"J-Jojo" the ravenhead approached the purplenette and tugged at her pants. Jonita snapped from her trance and looked down at the boy.

"D-Did I say something wrong to Mama?? Why did she become so upset?? Is it not right to love boys for me??" Jotaro shot her with numerous questions. Tears were threatening to fall from his emerald green eyes.

Jonita slightly chuckled and shook her head. She then kneeled down and held Jotaro by his shoulder.

"Who said that you have to love only girls if you are a boy?? In fact, you can love anyone in this world". "R-Really??" Jotaro asked with some hope. Jonita then smiled and nodded in reply.

"E-Even dolphins?!!" Jotaro asked with excitement. "U-Umm...sure. You want to marry dolphins??". "What?? No. I want to marry that red boy only" Jotaro bashfully said. "Wow, from love to marriage already. This is escalating very quickly" Jonita whispered to herself.

"Anyways, the reason why your mother reacted like this was because, boys don't usually fall in love with other boys. There is a universal law saying that boys have to love only girls as humans are made to function like this only".

"So you are saying that I'm.....mel-fuk-sion-ing??". "You mean malfunctioning?? No, not at all. It just means that you are...........different". "Different?? What do you mean Jojo??"

Jonita scooted closer to Jotaro and then cupped his cheek.

"Listen Joot, you are not the only one who loves people of their own gender. In fact, I have seen girls who like girls and also some people who like both boys and girls!! There are also some people whose gender you cannot even tell, and people fall in love with such persons too"

"Really??". "Yes. My husband used to like boys too". "Then what about you?? Why did he marry you then??". "Well, that question can be answered by him only. But if I speak of it, then maybe because he saw something in me which he never saw in others".

"Wow......If I ever meet your husband once, I will make sure to ask him why he chose you". "S-Sure, why not".

Jonita didn't really like the sound of that. "A-Anyways.......

Jotaro, who has the right to tell you whom to love?? Only you have. Not me, not Holly, not even God, only you and yourself. Love anyone you like. A boy, a girl, a dolphin, anyone!!! Just love them so much that you make them feel like they have found their home in you" she then pokes Jotaro's chest.

"B-But what if someone makes fun of me??". "Don't listen to them. They are just jealous that a handsome boy like you just had his heart been stolen by an equally handsome young man" she then squished Jotaro's cheeks to which Jotaro giggled.

He then hugged Jonita and buried his face in her chest.

"Thank you so much Jojo, you are the best!!". "Hehe, I know" Jonita rubbed Jotaro's back.

They stayed like this for a few seconds, and then Jonita spoke. "Well, I remember that I had bought some extra ice-cream from the shop. You want to have some, Joot??". "Yaay!! More ice-cream!!!" Both the Jojos then invaded the kitchen to devour the cold confectionery.

Meanwhile......

"Hello?? Papa??". "Holly, my baby!!! How are you doing??". "I'm fine, thank you for asking". "Holly, you sound sad. Is everything alright?? Are you hurt or something?? I-I'm coming right away then!!"

"No no Papa, I'm really fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something". "Shoot up Holly". "......I-it's about Jotaro". "Jotaro?? What about him?? Is he alright??". "He.........he is in love".

"OOOOHHHH MMYYYYY GOOOODDDD". Holly had to turn her head away from the phone to avoid her eardrums to be destroyed. She could literally imagine her father jumping happily all around wherever he was speaking from.

"TELL ME QUICK!!! WHO IS THE LUCKY GIRL?!!!". "T-That is what the problem is, Papa". "Huh?? What do you mean??". "J-Jotaro has fallen for a boy instead". "A boy??". "Y-Yes Papa".

There was silence at the other side of the call. Until another scream came.

"OOHHHH MY GOOOODDD, THAT IS EVEN BETTER!!!!!". Holly was kind of shocked from her father's reaction. She hadn't expect her father out of everyone else to react like this. She had expected him to be just as worried as she was.

"QUICK, TELL ME HOW HE LOOKED LIKE. HOW DID THEY MEET?? DID JOTARO BLUSH?? WHAT DID JOTARO SAY TO HIM?? DID THEY HUG AND KISS?? TELL ME HOLLY, TELL ME!!!!".

"Papa, I'm worried about Jotaro". "Worried?? Why??". "Jotaro is a boy. He should be attracted towards girls and not with the children who is of his same gender" Holly said.

"So what?? It is his choice. Let him love whom he wants to". "But Papa--". "Listen, Baby. Do you remember Caesar??". "You mean Uncle Caesar??". "Yes Dear. I.....I was in love with him once".

"What??" Holly was astonished. She didn't expect this at all. So Jotaro wasn't the only one she knew who was attracted to people of his gender?? Her own father was as same as her son??

"W-Why didn't you tell me earlier Papa??". "I wanted to, but I wanted the right time to come. And I think right now is the best time".

Joseph then cleared his throat and the he started the tale of his and Caesar's battle tendency.

"Your uncle and I were enemies at first. We fought even for the most little things and your grandmother and Jonita used to scold and beat us up for that. But we never changed".

Joseph took a small pause, then he continued. "Though we fought, we were really close to each other. I didn't know about him but, I had realised that I had fallen in love with him. With his funny Italian accent, with the way he wore his suspenders wrong, and also how he used to boast about his Zeppeli bloodline, everything".

"That's.......very delightful, Papa" Holly said, a smile forming on her lips. "I know. But unfortunately, our relationship didn't last long".

Holly's smile dropped. "What happened then Papa??". "W-We both had gotten into a very big argument and I had said something to him which offended him a lot. He then punched me and left, and that was the last time I saw him".

Holly held the phone tighter, she was really curious to know what happened next.

"When me, Jonita and your grandmother went to look for him........w-we found his dead body crushed......under a massive rock...........and his headband was lying there.... covered with his blood............And I--"

Joseph couldn't complete his sentence as Holly heard soft sobs coming from the other side. Holly's heart ached as she heard her father crying on the phone. She became worried and asked "P-Papa?? Are you OK??".

"Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine. Don't worry". She then sighed from relief and continued to listen to Joseph.

"Damn, I can't believe his memories are still making me cry after so many years" he said to himself with a laugh. Holly chuckled and said.

"So you really loved Uncle Caesar??". "My Dear, he was my loveliest salad. But I knew that if he had a chance, he would beat me up from Heaven if I kept crying in his memories and not move on, that's why I married your mother and then you came, and slowly did Jotaro".

"So you never told him that you loved him??". "I never had the courage to tell him, and even if had been able to gather some, it had already been too late. Now I don't want my grandson to do the same mistake as me, so please encourage him to let his feelings reach the one whom he loves. Will you help him do it Holly??".

"Yes Papa". "Good!!". Holly smiled. She could literally feel his father grinning from the other side.

"Well, your mother must be waiting for my call. I'll talk to you later then". "OK Papa. Bye". "Bye Honey" and then they both cut off.

Holly kept the phone down and sighed. She then twirled round and round happily while giggling.

"My baby is in love~!!" she happily exclaimed. She then walked to her kitchen while skipping like a happy schoolgirl.

"I shall make make red rice tonight!! I'm sure Jotaro would love it!!" and so the three of them celebrated Jotaro's new found love for the rest of the day.

10 Years Later.......

It has been a decade and Jotaro had turned from a cheery toddler to a forbidding teenager. He had started to get into fights with his classmates and secretly smoke cigarettes.

Not to mention, he had also started to disrespect his teachers and his elders and he called every woman he met a bitch, including his own loving mother.

Holly had stayed the same even after 10 years. Her unconditional love for Jotaro never diminished even a bit. But it seemed like Jotaro had changed his attitude towards her, but it never bothered Holly.

As for Jonita, she had left Japan after Jotaro's 10th birthday. She promised the young man that she will return after she was done with her unfinished business. Yesterday she called home and said that she was going to come back home today, and Jotaro was surprisingly anticipating eagerly for her arrival.

But that didn't mean that he was going to bunk his school for her, so he went to his school in his long, unbuttoned uniform coat revealing a t-shirt underneath and his signature black hat, and as usual, swarms of girls started to surround him as soon as they spotted the giant delinquent.

Some of them greeted him while some of them tried to hold his hand. Obviously he ignored them all. He was focused on reaching school and that's all. But then he heard two girls fighting over him and shouting insults at each other, and he shouted.

"SHUT UP!!! YOU ARE FUCKING ANNOYING!!!" he yelled back. But instead of keeping quiet, the girls squealed and blushed, and then it eventually turned into a fight about which girl had he shouted on.

Jotaro ignored them once more and started to walk away, and the rest of the girls followed behind him while calling his name.

Meanwhile, a young man with red hair and purple eyes, wearing a complete different uniform from Jojo and the girls, was stalking him from the bushes. With a paintbrush in his hand, he looked at the picture he had made of the delinquent on the canvas menacingly.

"Jotaro Kujo, one of the most dangerous delinquents in this town, huh??" the man said to himself. He then smirked as he dipped his brush in red paint.

"Well well, let's see how dangerous you really are against me"

To Be Continued.........

(I know this a lot to ask but, 28 likes please?? And when the goal is achieved, I will post the continuation. I hope you all enjoyed).

PART 1 :

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27. Part 2

My heart is literally hurting for him, I don’t want that for him. I don’t even want him to feel like that, that was never my intention, I am shocked “Chris!” dragging open the door “please don’t make me chase you when you know I can’t” watching him walk off “I will be back” he turned off, he is going upstairs and I can’t even do this. Like now I need to pee again, looking on in sadness at my husband feeling like that “what is wrong?” my mom asked as she walked towards me “Dennis is waiting for you, he told me to come and get you” I sighed out “I need to pee again but Chris is upset, he feels like I left him out when I was doing the meeting. I know he clings to me, but I didn’t mean to do that without him, it happened so quickly that I had to just do it. He is feeling a little lonely mom and I kind of knew that this would happen, and I do know he clings to me, I am not blind to it, but he is sad. Also he has brushed off the situation with his mom because the way he said I don’t belong here or Cali when he does belong here, that is my husband” that has really made me sad now “you think he needs a friend here? Maybe someone he can hang with?” shaking my head “his friends are not good; he needs to make new friends. Like I will do this but once this baby is here, we are settled I can do all this for him. He is so sensitive about a lot of things which nobody would think it but he is, I feel for him and I can imagine how feels about his family not bothering, they haven’t said it to him yet, they haven’t even said congratulations, they are not happy with him. I want to sort his life out but right now I can’t, I can only do the bits I can. It’s really made me sad, like he thinks his last name doesn’t mean anything, but it does” he will come back to me eventually, I can’t be chasing him like I do “oh dear Robyn, you know him. Just make sure you keep him close, he’s new. Imagine you being where he lives with just his friends and we didn’t bother with you?” my mom said and she is right “I would hate it and I do cling to Chris even if it’s a few hours with them” he’s feeling it, I just need to talk to him because I am always here for him.

Chris did come down, with the pink polo like I requested but his sad face is pulling at heart “I told you I would be back down” waving him over “come here, my mom and Dennis have gone to get something, they will be back. Don’t ever say that your last name means nothing, it does to me. I am so happy to be your wife and our daughter will be so proud that she is a Brown, I would never want you to change who you are or your name. Don’t say those things, I am sorry I didn’t wait for you. I see it, and I see how much time we spend together. The only time we are apart is when you go and hang with Dennis, I love you so much. I am so proud with the fact you came here for me, I didn’t expect it from you because I know you like your friends” Chris nodded his head “it’s like I don’t belong either way, Mijo was being nice but when he said which do I prefer. I just realised I don’t belong; I am just there. It’s like Rihanna, a long pause and Chris. Like I know if that was Drake you both would flourish together because he is liked, I mean me. I get shit because I guess I did all that shit, you would have his family, he would have all yours. Life would be easy; he would have you in Canada. I just see it, you know. I have nothing to give you, you have nothing to gain from me because you see the team behind me, I have nobody behind me. Ant is probably there; I will get over it. I just will come out of this but it’s wack Robyn, you know this. You carry yourself and I am dead weight because nobody fucking likes me!” he shouted loudly, he just made himself so angry “don’t you bother” I know he wants to start breaking things or punch something he is angry “hey, Chris. Come on” holding his arm and standing in front of him “look at me” placing my hands over his balled up fists “let yourself go, don’t be angry. I get it Chris, I do. Baby I get what you mean but you are so loved by me. You have me, you have something of your own that cares and loves you and wants all the best things. 6How happy Jen was to see you, there is people out there that do love you” I hate seeing him cry, I really do “come here” Chris rested his head on my shoulder as he sobbed out.

My poor husband is so sad, he is hurting really bad and I don’t like it. Watching Chris wipe his tears “I’m a real nigga” he’s back tracking now, he let his guard go “you’re not with me, you’re Christopher with me. I know things a lot for you, please don’t think I have forgotten about you or that I have now forgotten the fact you have such illness, I don’t. When you brushed off that your family is not being nice I knew you was covering it up. It hurts, it hurt me with my family when they were disapproving of you, so I can only imagine how it hurts you. I would do anything for you to make you feel better Chris, you can always tells me what I can do too? And honestly, you have been so needed here, you have been my rock. You have made this pregnancy the best and that is thanks to you, you know me. I would be miserable right now; you have been my rock. As much as you look to me, I look to you Chris and that is team work. We are so new to this marriage thing so it will take time, but I don’t want you to be hurting, not like that again anyways. I want you to tell me when you are feeling down Chris, I am happy you came to me. Because this would have bugged you, it would have added to your stress and you would have escalated into something else. But we will do this together, I have always said this and don’t ever think I am less then you, that is bullshit, we are equal. I’m going to help you Chris. Emotionally and mentally” Chris nodded his head “I don’t deserve you; I look weak as shit. I don’t actually care about them” meaning mugging Chris “stop it, you do care. You have the sweetest soul Chris” he smiled at me “I am super proud with how far you have come, like to come to me, to not think of drugs but me. Thank you” Chris put his head down smiling “I don’t want that, I want better but sometimes the unknown can be scary, but just don’t leave me out. Like I feel left out with a lot in life, I just need you” nodding my head “sorry” I apologised, I am so fucking proud of him he didn’t do anything stupid and he came to me.

My poor baby, watching him in awe makes me so happy. He really made me so happy, to see that change in him because if he didn’t come to me then it would be a mess, he would end up looking for something else to numb the pain “what are you both talking about?” I need to find out, my mom be saying a lot recently too “telling Chris he has me, as long as he doesn’t upset you he has me. But I don’t think he really will Rob. He loves you a lot. He has family, he got us all. Your mom is missing out on this, I have enjoyed watching you, judging you sometimes but to see you grow. And thank you for teaching me how to play pool” smiling at my mom “thank you, that means a lot. I didn’t think I would hear that from you” my mom has accepted Chris as her own, she feel awful about things, I think mostly how Joyce has been with him, she is a bitch “I don’t like how Joyce has been, not in this situation. You made my daughter an honest woman, you stepped up. What more could I do? I can’t hate that” Chris nodded his head, he put his head down “I ain’t crying but it gets to me, Robyn is my priority and she knows that. I am learning, we are learning. I can hopefully be perfect for her” shaking my head at Chris “you are perfect, so stop it” like if I wasn’t like this, I would suck his dick because he deserves it, but I would be sick.

Chris is my whole heart and I love him so much “so we are back to the cringey ones, you’re going to have to do it Chris because I know you hate it but they are the best. And I think this is the picture you should post for Christmas” Chris pulled a fact at Dennis, I know it’s cheesy but these are the best pictures of us “so just get on one knee and kiss her stomach” Chris laughed, this is very cheesy Robyn, you really want that” I nodded my head, look at us. We are in front of a Christmas tree together, it’s been so long. Please don’t get me emotional but I didn’t think we would be at this point so for me. Please” Chris nodded his head “for you” standing to the side “so Chris” Dennis rushed over “hands just here, on her bump. And Robyn, your hands just over his. And when I say it, you kiss her bump, but I really want you to post this. Show the sweeter side” Chris rolled his eyes “I prefer you like this, on your knees” Chris snorted laughing “since you been pregnant all I been doing is this, but I have enjoyed it. to be there for you” placing my hands over his “ok, Chris” my smile grew watching him kiss my bump, this is the sweetest thing to see. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions right now, never did I think I would be witnessing this.

Watching Dennis taking picture on his own, he is cute posing on his own “look to your left for me one more time” Dennis said as he took the picture “that is fine, Monica. You want to join Chris in front of the tree?” Dennis gestured; I wonder if my mom will “me? Oh I don’t look good; I have not dressed up either “you look good momma, come on” Chris waved her over “fine, this is just for fun now. Don’t post it anywhere” my mom be playing, she stood there with her red lipstick on all ready for a photoshoot. Chris crossed his arms across his chest and my mom pointed at him “you better continue to make my daughter butt better” I gasped “mom that sounds so bad” Chris laughed out walking off, my mom didn’t laugh but she thinks she said something ok “what is wrong with it?” Chris is screaming laughing before he hugged her laughing “but I am not joking” what is my mother like, she doesn’t realise how she said that shit, it was not good “don’t worry, I will keep doing that” Chris turned to us still laughing “don’t listen to her, she is playing innocent but she knows she said something stupid, she is so silly.

Looking down at Chris’ phone, Dennis is helping Chris pick picture to put on his page “this bump one, because it’s about you, like if we do just you and Robyn, you’re making it about Robyn too. It’s just intimate and it’s just you and the baby. And then this, I actually like it. The smile on your face and the hug, I just think it’s a nice touch. The thing is people know Robyn is there, but she is not showing face, it’s about you. Good vibes. You’re with your mother in law, so there is my take on it. I know Robyn will agree” Dennis is right I do “do as he says, he is right. Make it about you, it’s your page” Chris nodded his head “cool, I will just put happy holidays from mine to yours” watching Chris type it out as he said it out loud “and I will post the Rihanna and Chris exclusive on my page” Dennis said smiling “as you do, have fun with that. Better be cute with the caption too” rubbing my bump as I sat back on the chair “and you are putting up nothing?” Chris asked, shaking my head “I won’t be putting anything on there, let you both do it. So go on” I winked at Chris “A Fenty Holiday, how creepy is that saying it. But I wrote that. So is it time to log off social media now while they have meltdowns?” nodding my head “we don’t need to see the bullshit” that is for sure because they will have shit to say.

My mom went bed but I feel a little more alive tonight so I thought I would sit with the boys “see how we can’t talk about girls now, she is ruining the vibe” looking behind me, near breaking my neck trying to see Chris “excuse me, is this what you both speak on!? Is it because I got a poorly butt” Chris snorted laughing “oh my god, you can’t say that. Turn around before you hurt your neck, the TV is there” he touched my nose before I turned back around, that made me smile “I love this corner couch, the way I can snuggle into you. Reminds me of your couch in LA, that was so comfy. I did like it” I even fell asleep at his home “you know I have to go after the holidays, I need a break from you” Dennis pointed at me “oh be quiet. You’re staying with me, also I think Chris loves you more than me” which is true “he loves this white man” Dennis laughed as he drank his drink “we the same skin colour, we light skinned brothers” they cute, I like it “man, why did I know that bitch would be in Cali. She posted my momma and her, she put. Mother in law” I groaned out “Chris, I said no social media. Fuck her and let her throw it off. When this comes out they will be crying even more. She can keep her too, the mother in law” I do not like her at all.

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mxnark · 4 years

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mina’s animal crossing adventure on totaldrama island! (graphic cred!)

mina saved up a lot for this day. with each paycheck she received after she heard the news, she kept them in her savings for the faithful day dedicated to the new console, as well as the game that she had already preordered. so when the day finally came for her to start her island journey, she was more than prepared to get it.

when she gets the package for her console, she’s ecstatic. she opens the box hurriedly and pulls out the console before she retreats to her room to start her adventure. she didn’t want to wait for her dad to help her out with setting it up on the tv because she doesn’t want her parents to walk in as she’s playing her game. knowing her mother, she’ll probably complain about how she’s doing nothing in the house but play video games like she did when mina got new leaf.

after setting everything up, linking her nintendo account, she starts the game to be introduced to her favorite twin tanukis. to quote the most inaccurate, musical adaptation of a teenager’s high school experience that became a staple in western pop culture high school musical… this was going to be the start of something new.

she couldn’t help but be a little bummed out over the fact that she got an ugly, squirrel with ugly bangs and a unibrow as her uchi villager. but she definitely was ecstatic to see genji as her starter jock. she always did like jock villagers, even if all they did was talk about working out. she knew she’d have to warm up to hazel eventually, though. besides her, fuchsia, and cherry, she personally didn’t think all the other uchi villagers were… pretty.

the game starts off with the three tanukis and mina couldn’t help but miss her favorite blonde dog, isabelle, already. she knew the girl would show up soon, but she was perhaps the character she was most excited to see besides the other rumored new villagers for this lineup. nonetheless, she tells herself to stay patient with playing the game. if she were to time travel, she should do it later.

she looks around her island to see what her two items were before grabbing her phone to tweet it out to her followers: cherries and tulips. honestly, she would’ve preferred hyacinths or roses, but she was pretty satisfied with having cherries. they were better than pears that was for sure.

as she expected, there wasn’t that much to do on the second day. so when her mom calls her out for dinner, she quickly goes down with no arguments and no hesitation. it’s not like she’ll do that for when the next few days come. but… she does take longer as her island “totaldrama” grows.

...

she grabs her phone out to rant about her next three villagers.

“pate as my peppy villager is ok but i’d prefer someone like audie or cookie or bunnie :/ or maybe cheri bc bias LOL”

a few minutes later.

“omg pekoe as my normal villager? tea! i’m gonna put her next to genji on purpose hehe”

and minutes later after that.

“ugh broccolo as my lazy villager… i’d prefer erik or sherb over him smh”

a few days have passed since she’s started and she’s able to get not only isabelle, able’s, and her museum, but also a campsite! when she sees an announcement of how there’s a new camper on her island, she goes to the campsite tent to see a sight she had dreaded to see ever since she had gotten new leaf seven years ago.

the scream of agony she lets it rings through the house as her mom shouts at her to be quiet. she shouts back a “sorry!” before she grabs her phone to tweet about the repulsive, ugly turquoise hamster on her island that she sadly had to keep.

“i got fcking rodn-🤢 rod 🤢 r 🤢 i cant even say his name he’s so UGLY EWWW”

she adds to that tweet

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT HIM… MY SMUG VILLAGER SHOULD’VE BEEN MARSHAL OR RAYMOND 😭 THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFEEE”

she watches as her mutuals clown her for the unfortunate addition to her island, to which she sulks and goes back on her game to invite him onto her island. the day after that, she goes to his plot of land and internally sobs as she sees the message:

“this spot reserved for rodney’s new home.

- nook inc.”

...

with two more spots left (the 7th being taken by murphy and 8th being taken by dom), she uses her one recently purchased nook mile ticket to go on a mystery island. all she had in mind was someone who she would think was cute and someone who was snooty. so when she goes on an island to see pink and blue bear cub ears in the distance, she stops and thinks to herself…. no… this can’t be.

again, she goes on her twitter to tweet her excitement.

“BITCH MY LUCK GOT ME AGAIN… FIRST DOM… AND NOW JUDY?!?!?!? THE BEAR W THE ANIME EYES AND THE PRETTY COLORS?!?!?!?”

“I WAS SO UPSET W RODNEY BUT HERE IS THIS QUEEN… OMG… MY LUCK… MY POWER.”

she puts her phone away as she makes her villager go up to the bear cub.

“well there’s a fresh face,” starts judy’s dialogue (in animal crossing language, of course). “are visiting from another island as well?”

click.

she displays the laugh reaction. “of course you are. well, my friends call me judy. and you are?”

click.

“mina! all the way from totaldrama, even! isn’t that fascinating.”

mina finds herself whispering to herself. “she’s so cute-”

“mina! come down for dinner!”

mina calls out to her mom. “give me five minutes! i’m doing something!”

“are you playing your video game?!”

“yes! but i’m almost done!! just give me five minutes!”

she looks back at her screen before she hits her a button again, her index finger pressing down on the r button at the top of her joycon so that the dialogue goes faster.

“well, we may only be here a short time, but i do hope we get to know each other better,” judy continues before mina clicks again. “you don’t know this about me yet, but i am ALWAYS down to dish, darling.”

and that ends the dialogue, but mina was not quite done yet. she makes her orange-haired villager go back to talk to judy again.

“spending time on an island like this is so relaxing. i feel like a movie star… off on on an exotic vacation!” glee reaction. “ah yes, i could easily spend the rest of my days basking in this sort of island life, myohmy.”

myohmy. the catchphrase is endearing to her. when she clicks on a, she doesn’t have time to think before her thumb presses for the “come to my island” response.

“what? are you quite serious?” judy asks, a little surprised. “if i remember right, you said you’re… from totaldrama?” thought reaction. “it would be quite the adventure… and, of course, you would be there…” and a happy reaction follows right after as she says “that settles it, then! i’ll move to totaldrama and start a new life there, myohmy.”

mina grins widely as she clicks a again and clicks on the option “best decision ever.”

glee reaction. “wonderful!” she sings. “i will start preparing to move right away!” thought reaction. “but… how to proceed, i wonder?” click. “ah, a simple call to this tom nook fellow from totaldrama should suffice?” she smiles. “that i can do.”

“mina!”

“give me a few more minutes!” she calls out before she clicks again.

judy uses the joy reaction. “i’m so glad i came here today!” then the exclamation reaction, to which mina snickers at the way judy’s anime eyes shrink just like an anime character’s. “who knew this one trip would change my everything?! life is funny like that.” her eyes return to normal as she uses the love reaction, a heart popping up above her head as she speaks. “sometimes it hands you a present out of the blue!”

and before mina can click on her save button as she finishes her conversation with the cub, all she can think is yes. life can hand someone a present out of the blue. and for her, that present… is judy.

#wc: 1411 ... i think #( * solo )#i had nothing else to post for stamina plus i thought tihs would be fun JFIWEOFJOI

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gingerpeachtae · 5 years

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Concentric [8.1]

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Words: 2.6k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: some sad boi times ✊

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND SENDING IN THE BEST MESSAGES TO REASSURE ME. I WUV YOU. 💜

You sat on the counter and swung your legs as you took another bite out of your apple. You happily munched on the green fruit, savoring the slightly tart flavor as juice dribbled down your fingers onto your wrist. You glanced at Tae out of the corner of your eye. He, too, was eating an apple, although his was deep red in color. “The green ones are too sour for me” he had told you, declining the one you had held out to him. You smiled softly at how he was also swinging his legs. It looked as though he hadn’t got a care in the world. Before today, you might’ve believed that. The thought made your smile falter slightly.

Just don’t ask about it. It might upset him again.

You took a final bite and set the core down next to your thigh, wiping your juicy hands off on your pants. “So, what’s this whole ‘trainee fighting seminar’ thingy gonna be about?”

Tae took a moment to swallow the food in his mouth before replying. “Well, I would assume that it will be a seminar… about fighting… for the trainees.” His blue eyes glinted teasingly.

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

You reached up to tug on his feather earring. “What I meant was what do you think we will be doing?”

“Not my fault you didn’t specify that to begin with!”

“Geez, why do I bother putting up with you?” You chuckled and rolled your eyes while giving the Saeni next to you a nudge, not noticing how he flinched at your words.

“You… you really shouldn’t. I’m not worth it.”

You looked at the Saeni in shock, your chuckle instantly transforming into a choking sound of disbelief. How could he just… say something like that?

Like before, he was avoiding your eyes and began fiddling with his hands. His legs no longer swinging.

Way to go, you dumb bitch. You mentally smacked the hell out of yourself.

“Tae…” you hesitantly began, not wanting to make him feel any worse. “Please don’t say that.”

He clenched his hands into fists and blinked rapidly as if he was trying to keep a handle on his emotions. “Why not? It’s true.”

Your jaw dropped at his absurd statement, but you only paused for a second before you shook your head and pried his closest fist open so that you could thread your fingers through his.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to, but I will not let you think that about yourself. You’re sweet, caring, funny, loyal, and honestly one of the best people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. You are the person who made me feel comfortable in this new world. You are the person who always keeps me company. You are the person who makes me smile the most these days. You’ve become one of my best friends. Never think that you aren’t worthwhile because you truly, truly are.”

“But I-”

“And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just keep repeating myself in various ways until you do!”

He let out a sad laugh and looked at you, allowing you to view the tears tracking down his unsure face. “You might not have the time to do that. The training semin-”

“Fuck the seminar. This is more important. You’re more important.”

“But-“

“Taehyung is the best! He is so fucking amazing!”

“S-stop!” He stammered out, heat rushing to his face as you screamed about everything that made him so wonderful.

“TAE IS THE BEST ARCHER! HIS SKILLS ARE UNMATCHED! AND HIS FACE!? HANDSOME AS FUCK! THE MOST GORGEOUS MALE IN HIS ENTIRE KEILA! HE-”

He slapped a hand over your mouth with wide eyes, muffling the remainder of your declarations. “Do you want Jin hyung to kill you!?”

You winked at him, happy to see that despite the pain and insecurities still floating behind his eyes, he was at least smiling a bit now. As he removed his hand, you sighed and gently moved the hair that flopped over his headband and into his eyes to the side.

“I’m serious, though, Tae.”

He leaned into your touch and you watched as his bottom lip trembled slightly. Before you could attempt to reassure him again, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.

After a few moments, he reopened his lids and in a small voice, said, “You should know. About what they said.”

You didn’t respond verbally, you only nodded to let him know that he had your full attention.

He averted his gaze from you again as he whispered, “‘Rootless.’ ‘Stump.’ They’re slang terms, discriminatory terms, for Saeni who’s draeva have… died.”

With a jolt, you suddenly remembered how silent Tae had gotten when you were learning about draeva marks and how Jungkook had come and put his arm around the older Saeni.

Fucking hell, Tae. I’m so sorry we talked about that in front of you.

“My draeva was a juniper tree…” He smiled faintly at the memory, but it quickly turned melancholic. “It got caught in a forest fire an-” The sobs starting to erupt from deep within him made his throat too chocked up to finish.

“Oh, Tae…” You enclosed the now crying Saeni in your arms and held him as tightly as you could as he clung to you.

The two of you stayed that way for several minutes, providing Tae with as much time as he needed to get the tears out of his system. Finally, he lightened his hold on you and you gave him one more squeeze before leaning back to wipe at his damp cheeks while he cleared his throat.

“Two years ago, there was a really big fire and my draeva didn’t survive.” He took a deep breath to further settle himself. “My connection to the forest was severed and my draeva mark disappeared. I literally felt it being pulled out of my soul. Like it was being uprooted. It hurt… it hurt so much.”

Afterwards, he said that he just went numb. To everything. He could no longer feel the forest and he lost his sense of self. He didn’t know what to do. He said he had felt utterly empty and it only got worse once others found out what had happened. Without his brothers, he didn’t think that he would have been strong enough to overcome the animosity that stemmed from others at his situation. They blamed him for what had happened, stating that he should have protected his draeva as if there was a way to do so against a freaking forest fire.

You heart stung for your friend as he continued, describing how there’s a rune that allows a Saeni to share part of his draeva connection with another, but with a catch. It shortens the giver’s lifespan and decreases their connection to the forest by transferring what is taken to the receiver. All of the boys in the kiela tried to give Tae the rune, but he wouldn’t let them. He said he couldn’t bear the thought of them losing their connections too, even if it was only a little bit. Eventually, after months of begging, Tae was finally convinced to let his dad give him the rune.

You didn’t say anything for a minute, fully digesting everything he had told you while wishing you could go back in time to deck every one of those fuckers from earlier in their nether regions.

At your silence, his breathing began to quicken, thinking that it meant you thought less of him.

Realizing he was about to become undone again, you quickly, but genuinely, said, “Tae, I don’t care if you have a draeva mark, a rune, or a damn Cheeto tattoo. Whatever happened isn’t going to make me care for you any less.”

“Even… even though I’m not whole anymore?” His voice held a sliver of hope as he awaited your response.

You gave him a warm smile and began prodding and inspecting around his body before starting to tickle him, causing giggles to escape past his lips. “Hmmmm? I don’t see anything missing? What is this ‘not being whole’ blasphemy which you speak of? You look perfect to me.”

His giggles grew louder and louder as he tried to wiggle his body away from you. “Q-quit it! I… c-can’t… breath!” He choked out between his laughter.

You eventually relented and gave the poor boy some relieve. While he steadied his breathing, you located a clean cup from a shelf and filled it up with water from the hollowed-out branch that acted as a faucet. You really weren’t sure where or how the water came out since there didn’t appear to be any plumbing, but you shrugged it off as a magic user’s doing.

You walked back to Tae and handed him the full cup, instructing him to drink at least half. Satisfied when he did as you said, you settled yourself on top of the counter beside him again.

“Thank you, Y/N. For everything… and you’re one of my best friends now too.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and contentment while raising your hands and placing them on his cheeks. Turning his head to face yours, you then proceeded to squish his cheeks together, pulling them upward so that he was grinning chubbily.

“There’s that adorable, boxy smile!”

“Ya!” He swatted your hands away, but you didn’t care because he was smiling for real now. “Just because I did that to you doesn’t mean that you can do it to me, little scorja!”

“I’m pretty sure it does.” You pursed your lips. “Plus, I just like squishing your cheeks. It’s cute.”

“Oh, so you think I’m cute?” He slyly, but in an over-the-top way, inquired.

Good lord, I’m going to get whiplash from how many times his mood shifts today. Not that it isn’t justified, though.

You chortled as you sighed and gave him a pat on his chest. “Honey, you’re literally one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen. So… yeah, you’re cute.”

He made a joyful noise and started swinging his legs again. The endearing action brought an interesting thought to your mind.

“You know, I might’ve started crushing on you if I didn’t already li-” You snapped your mouth shut mid-sentence while your eyes widened in horror as you realized what you’d said.

Of course, you’d let it slip that you liked someone to the biggest gossip head in the kiela. Shit. Shit. Shit! You scrambled to divert the topic, stuttering and completely failing to do so successfully.

Meanwhile as alarms were blasting off in your brain, Tae gasped in shock and observed your panicking form before shrieking, “YOU… YOU LIKE SOMEONE!? WHO!? PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE TELL ME IT’S KOOKIE. I’VE DREAMT ABOUT YOU TWO TOGETHER, I SWEAR TO ILLAI YOU WOULD BE THE CUTEST COUP-”

It was your turn to smash a hand over a mouth. “It is not that asshat! Also, in regards to your last sentence… what, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck!?”

The Saeni wiggled his dark eyebrows at you and did his best to speak around your hand. “O, com oon, Y/N! Yu don haf ta lie ta mee!”

You groaned in frustration and pulled your hand back. “For the second, and last, time, it is not Jungkook! And please stop dreaming about us. That’s so weird!”

“Ah! You said ‘us!’”

You went to fake throttle the Saeni. “Why you little-”

A sudden outburst of giggles caused you and Tae to spin around. Peeking out from behind the door that led to and from the kitchen was the lilac head of the princess of Illain.

“Sorry to interrupt! I just needed to grab a few things…”

You hastily lowered your hands and stepped away from Tae in an effort to appear somewhat normal. “Oh, um, you’re fine. That conversation was over anyways.” You made a point to glare at the male who only shook his head stubbornly at you.

Jiae laughed at Tae’s reaction, hiding her mouth behind a hand as she moved around the kitchen to place various items into the basket looped around her forearm.

You went to open your mouth but hesitated and closed it. Only to do it yet again. Finally, you just mentally screamed at yourself to just ask already.

“Hey, Jiae? Er, Princecss Jaie?”

“Jiae is fine!”

“Jiae, okay. Um… is Jimin alright? Have you seen him this morning?”

“Jimin?” Her hand paused briefly in its course to grab a loaf of bread. “Oh! You mean Chim! He… he was very upset yesterday. After a while, I was able to calm him down a bit and then we just talked and caught up with each other. He seemed to be in a better mood when he left to go to sleep.”

She hummed to herself and stuffed the bread into the basket. “As for this morning, I’m actually getting all this for a picnic with him!”

Oh…

You hoped she missed the slight wince on your face before you morphed it into a smile. “Well, it’s a beautiful morning. I hope you two have a good time.”

And you did. You really did. Just as Jimin wasn’t your keeper and couldn’t decide things for you, you weren’t his. He was free to do what he wanted. With whom he wanted.

Can’t say it didn’t hurt, though. Knowing that you would never be the one he would want to go on cute picnics with in the early hours of the day. Knowing that you were never going to be person he wanted more with.

But yet, while it hurt to hear, you were almost… glad? It was a reminder that your best friend didn’t return your feelings, and while it wasn’t the most pleasant thought, it was one you probably needed. You had subconsciously gotten hopeful ever since you learnt Jimin’s secret, thinking that you knowing the truth might spark some romantic feelings in your friend. But it hadn’t. And it was time to come to terms with the fact that he will never see you in that way.

You couldn’t even resent Jiae for whatever was going on between her and Jimin. She seemed like a sweet girl and you weren’t going to wrongfully hate her because she may end up “stealing” the guy who wasn’t even yours to begin with. Maybe this, whatever it was between them, was the push you needed to finally and fully accept your forever friend-zoned status.

You saw Tae give you a questioning look as you gnawed on your lower lip with your teeth, lost in thought. Only when Jiae exclaimed her goodbyes did you snap out of it. You muttered a “bye” and waved as she closed the kitchen door behind her.

“Hmm.” You heard Tae muse beside you.

“Oh, what is it now, you dream creep?”

“Hey! Also, I think I know who it is.” His eyes flickered with pride at his deduction.

You let out a long sigh since it wasn’t exactly hard to pick up what he was referring to. “Yeah, well, it’s time I move on and forget about it. About him in that way. And so should you.” You pointed a finger at the grey-haired Saeni and narrowed your eyes.

He crossed his arms and looked at you defiantly, not intimidated in the slightest. A far cry from how he had been previously this morning.

“Only if that means I can still picture you and Kook together.”

You slowly inhaled and trailed a hand down your face. “Ugh, fine, whatever. Just keep your weird shipping dreams to yourself. Also, when was that training thing starting? We’ve been in here for a while.”

Tae cursed and grabbed your wrist, yanking you down from the counter and making a beeline for the door.

“Aish! Kookie is gonna be so mad if you’re late!”

As you and Tae hurried over to where you needed to be, you wondered what that asshat was doing. You were still curious as to why he had acted so strange before Tae dragged you away to get food. Maybe you would ask him about it later. Regardless, you just prayed that whatever he had signed you up for wouldn’t be the death of you. Both physically and figuratively.

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like a butterfly | chapter 14

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; single dad!yoongi ; language genre: fluff ; angst ; smut previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13

summary: you never planned on becoming the babysitter of min yoongi’s daughter, one of the richest and most famous producers of south korea. you also didn’t plan on becoming so attached to the little girl, as well as her father. (Or: hot, successful and single dad hires broke babysitter.)

a/n: so, the reason why I didn’t post it sooner, is because I was really unsure of what to do. I didn’t know if I wanted to drag the heartbreak out, but then again, I really didn’t feel like doing that, since it’s already been fourteen chapters and if I had, that heartbreak part would have added like ten more chapters. aka, I think this chapter is going to make you all very happy, going to make you love Mei even more and it’s going to make you hate Minseo to the moon and back :’) enjoy. (also, all of you getting the vine reference in the end will get a cookie from me)

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Weeks passed that you didn't see Yoongi.

You had asked Jimin and Hoseok to get all the things out of the apartment and bring them back to Jimin's flat where you'd stay for the time being. It wasn't the perfect solution, but it was one you were used to from the past.

You still took Mei to the park every once in a while, but it just wasn't the same anymore. She was always upset and begged you to come back, but you always tried explaining to her that you couldn't, not when a certain somebody was there.

In a child's mind, it must have been so easy.

And maybe it should have been, if Yoongi only had sent Minseo away and had told you he loved you. If he had shown you that you were the one for him and not her..

But now here you were, heartbroken over a man you thought loved you as much as you loved him. Maybe it had all been in your head? Those late night talks, those nights of you falling asleep in his arms.. maybe it had never been as serious for him as it had been for you.

Maybe all of this was your own fault.

On top of that, your new semester had started and you were back working at the club since Yoongi didn't pay you anymore.

It was like all of this had been a dream, of what it would have been like to be a part of this family. And now Minseo had returned and that dream was over and you were back at that same lonely spot you had been months ago. So maybe it wasn't a good dream, but a nightmare. Because now you had to live with this fantasy of you having a family, while you were all alone again.

God, you just missed them so much..

..both of them.

“Minseo?” Yoongi got up from his desk, the phone pressed against his ear, “What is it?”

“Mei isn't at school anymore. The teacher said she had told them you would pick her up, but since you're still at work..-”

This was the fifth fucking time in less than two weeks that she had ran away. From home, from school, from her play dates.

Every time Minseo was even just remotely there, Mei would run.

At this point, they had told her who she was.

And, well, the conversation hadn't gone as well as he had hoped.

“Do you.. understand, love?” Yoongi asked carefully, “Minseo is your mother.”

“No,” Mei crossed her arms in front of her chest, glaring at Minseo, “She's a bitch.”

“MEI!”

And with that, Mei had run back into her room and had locked herself in. That's what she overheard you call Minseo when you and Sarah had been talking and whatever that word meant, she was sure it was mean. And that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be mean to this woman that ruined everything.

“I'm on my way,” he sighed heavily and ended the call, grabbing his coat, before he walked down to his car to drive to one of the two places he knew she'd be at. The bus stop she had first met you to wait for you, or the apartment you were staying at.

And he found her at the latter, where your best friend Jimin opened the door for him.

“Is my daughter here?”

“Yes,” he opened the door a little wider for him, “Guess she wanted to be with her mother,” and with that snarky remark, Jimin left to go to his bedroom to study, earning a heavy sigh from Yoongi.

Somehow that’s what everyone kept telling him. Everyone but Minseo.

Mei only looked up for a second when Yoongi came in, before she looked back at you.

“And Mister Namjoon says Hi!”

“Aw, thank you for telling me,” you cuddled her closer against you and dropped a kiss against her forehead.

“Mei. Let's go,” Yoongi's voice had you turn your head to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I'm picking up MY child. Or have you forgotten about that?”

“What.. are we back at square one?” you got up and laughed humorlessly, “You telling me she's yours and that I don't have any business in her life? I think it's a little too late for that.”

The Yoongi in front of you now felt a lot like the Yoongi that you had first met. Rude, unthoughtful, not caring about anyone’s feelings..

And somehow you couldn’t help but think it was Minseo that brought back all those bad qualities in him.

“I want to stay with (Y/N), I don't want to go back to stupid Minseo.”

“She's your mother and she's not stupid.”

He’s had this conversation with her more than once not and had given up on scolding her for it. No matter what he did, no matter what Minseo did, Mei just didn’t like her..

“SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER!” she screamed and not in a childish, tantrum way, but in a tone that made both you and Yoongi jerk back from surprise, “She only pretends to like me so she can be with you, because you're rich daddy!”

Wow, even a six year old was able to see through her facade, while Yoongi, the adult in this relationship, couldn't.

“She.. Mei, I'm not WITH Minseo. We're not together,” and for some reason, he looked at you when he said that, because he wanted to see your reaction. But what the hell were you supposed to do with the information that he hadn’t moved on right away? Thank him for that? Hug him? Kiss him?

“But she lives with us. And she's mean to me when you're not there and I hate her and I..-” she began sobbing and even though Yoongi knelt down because he wanted her to come to him, she turned around and raised her arms to be picked up by you, “I don't want to go back there.. I want (Y/N).”

“Pumpkin,” you sighed and picked her up right away, cradling her head against yours, “I'm so sorry, angel,” because at this point, that was all you could say to her.

He did it again, didn't he? He failed her, yet again.

When you were with him, he felt like, for the first time since Mei was born, that he had been a good father to her. He had made her laugh, had made her happy, had tucked her in at night and had kissed her good morning. He had told her he loved her and he told her she was the most important person to him.

But ever since you moved out..- if anything, it got worse this time, because Mei blamed Yoongi for everything that happened between you and him.

And he knew that she was right. He knew all of this was his fault and he blamed himself as much as she blamed him. Because ever since you were gone, he realized what a big fucking mistake he had made. That he missed you at every hour of the day, that he always looked forward to coming back home, because he thought you’d be waiting with a smile, only to remember that you wouldn’t. He’d see a little boy with his parents outside and he’d remember how you and him had talked about having a son one day.. he remembered how happy it had made him.

He remembered that happiness..

..he just couldn’t feel it anymore.

It was like with Minseo when she left. She took that happiness with her.

Only difference was that you didn’t leave because you wanted to. You left because he made you.. because he didn’t show you what you were worth.

But Minseo.. she just had this thing about her that he could never say no to. That's how it's been when they were at uni and that's how it was now.

For example, she had never actually asked if she could move in, she just did. He told himself that it was okay because she was Mei's mother and that this would maybe bring them closer together, but apparently he had been wrong. She continuously used his credit card and told him she was doing it because she was buying things for Mei, or doing some shopping for the apartment, but he had never actually seen her come back with anything other than Gucci and Valentino bags. She had already told all her friends that she and him were back together, when they really weren't. Yoongi was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship, not after everything that happened between you and him. He still had feelings for you and he would for quite some time. So until those disappeared, he would never, ever think about being with Minseo romantically.

And then she always had to trash talk you and that's something that got his blood boiling, because in all this, you were the wounded party. You had not deserved any of what had happened. And every time Minseo as much as mentioned your name, he would blow up and basically tell her to shut the fuck up.

But she never would.

Nevertheless, Yoongi got back up from the ground with a heavy sigh as his daughter was still crying, his eye bags clear and visible on his face from all the sleepless nights as he looked at you, “Have you had dinner yet?”

Mei was busy drawing in front of you two, while you all patiently waited for your order.

The silence was beyond awkward, you looking at Mei, while he was looking out the window.

But eventually, Yoongi decided to break it.

“I meant what I said earlier..”

“What?” you turned your head to look at him.

“I'm not with Minseo. I mean, we're not together.”

“Who you're dating isn't any of my business anymore, Yoongi.”

He was quiet for a second, before he asked: “Are you.. with.. Mei's teacher?”

“Namjoon?” you snorted, “No, he uh.. he actually is dating someone else now.”

“Really?” he sounded a little too excited when he heard you and him weren't a thing, and you must have noticed, because that smile that crept on your face was a lot softer than any he had seen since this thing between you and him had ended.

“Yeah, it's.. it's Sarah actually.”

“Wait, what? THE Sarah?”

“Didn't you know, daddy?” Mei looked up from her drawing, “They're sooooo cute together. And Auntie Sarah is so in love with him.”

“Auntie Sarah? What happened to you not liking Sarah?”

“Sarah is cool now,” she looked back down, continuing to work on her drawing, “Sarah and (Y/N) are friends, so Sarah is my friend too.”

“What the fuck?” at that word, you nudged him, “Since when are you and Sarah friends? You used to hate each other?”

“Well.. that's what happens when the same guy breaks your heart.”

Aaaaand there it was.

It was bound to come up sooner or later and he deserved it, but he still said: “I never meant to break your heart. In fact, if you had stayed that night, none of this would have happened..-”

“You still think it's about that stupid award show? It's about the fact that you replaced me. That you didn't care about me. That I..-” you stopped yourself from saying it, and instead settled for, “That I had feelings for you, that you apparently didn't have.”

“Oh, come on,” he snorted like you had before, “I didn't have feelings for you? Do you want me to remind you of the vacation you and I spent together? Of everything that happened there and after? Was that just me playing you, then?”

“Please don't fight,” Mei whispered, her eyes beginning to water.

“I don't know, Yoongi, you tell me,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Would you have let me go so easily if you have had feelings for me? You should have ran after me then, you should have told me you loved me, you should have shown me that you care about me.”

“I called you! Every single fucking day, but you never answered! I begged you to talk to me, I begged you to answer my calls, but you didn’t! I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know how to find you and I didn’t even know where to start looking!”

“P..- Please..-” the first tear ran out of her eye when you two got louder, the entire restaurant now looking at you and him.

“Because I KNEW Minseo was with you! I knew she'd be there and probably tell you what a stupid fucking whore I am! But you're like every other man, you are completely oblivious to the fact that she uses you for who you are. That she doesn't care about Mei or you and that she never has, or she would have stayed with you!”

“You don't know shit about her!”

“I know enough, you asshole.”

And with that, Mei finally had enough and ran out, sobbing her eyes out worse than before. Not only was she embarrassed by this public fight, but she was just so.. heartbroken, to see the two people she loved the most fight like this.

The two people she wanted to be together more than anything in the world..

..her little family, the one she always wanted, always dreamed of, always prayed for.

Seeing that there was no hope left for it to happen, that her dreams and prayers would probably never be answered.. it just crushed her to pieces.

“Mei,” both you and Yoongi said in unison as you got up and ran after her, the fight immediately forgotten. All that was important was Mei.

She obviously didn't get very far with her tiny feet and you were able to catch her before she could run off of the parking lot.

Yoongi had wrapped his arms around her from behind and had picked her up, turning her around and holding her against him.

"We’re so sorry, baby girl..”

“We didn’t mean to fight,” while the little girl cried into her father's chest, you gently stroked her back.

“I just wanted us to be a family,” she sobbed, “I just wanted a mommy and a daddy that loved me. I wanted a mommy and a daddy that loved each other. But you hate each other.. and I'll never have my family. We’ll never be a family.”

This was what you had been so scared of. Why you didn't want Mei to know that you and Yoongi had been a thing, because you knew this would happen when she found out and you would end things..

But neither you, nor Yoongi ever wanted this to happen. Wanted her to be this upset.

Despite this fight between you two, you still had something in common and that was the love for Mei. So because of her, because he wanted to give her comfort, but also comfort himself and you, he wrapped his free arm around you and pulled you towards him, without thinking twice about it.

And you didn't reject him, because you knew what he was doing right away.

All three of you decided to just.. stay in this fantasy for a second and pretend like everything was alright.

Like you were a family.. a real family. Like nothing that happened these past weeks had actually happened. Like you were still in that happy bubble that you had been in when you came back from Hawaii.. like you still had a future together.

But it only lasted for a moment, when the woman that had caused all of this suddenly showed up.

“What's going on here?” she asked in her high-pitched voice and that stupid fake smile on her face, “I thought you had made a reservation for us, Yoongi? You know.. for us and our daughter?”

All three of you were now looking at her, but you were the first to wipe away the tears that had inevitably escaped your eyes, about to walk away saying, “I'll just leave.”

“Don't,” Yoongi wrapped his fingers around yours, before you could even so much as take a step, “I'll drive you home..”

“Yoongi, don't, she's..-”

“I said: I'll drive you home. Minseo, I'll come back later. Without Mei,” Mei looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled and said, “Maybe (Y/N) would allow you to stay with her for the night if you ask her nicely?”

Yoongi now knew that he had to make a compromise. This was like you and him were divorced, even though you had only been the nanny. Maybe you could come up with a plan for Mei to stay with you over the weekends, if that made her happy.. and he knew it would make you happy too.

“(Y/N)? Can I?”

You hadn't expected him to say that, but whatever he was thinking, you were glad he was.

You obviously wouldn't say no, “Of course..-”

“Don't you think you should ask me?” Minseo put her hands on her waist, “I'm her mother, after all.”

You were ready to defend yourself, Mei was ready to defend herself, but it was surprisingly Yoongi that decided he would do that for the both of you, “Minsie, (Y/N) has been there for Mei for the past months, you can't just pull them apart, that's not fair on either of them. She's going to take good care of her, I promise,” funny how he was still thinking Minseo was worried about Mei, when that was actually the least of her concerns. She just didn’t like it that Yoongi gave you such a privilege.

“Only because you've put your dick inside her, doesn't mean you know her, dear.”

You quickly put your hands over Mei's ears and grabbed the car keys out of Yoongi's hand, not wanting the little girl to hear these kind of things. You decided you'd put her in her car seat and take care of her first, Mei being more important than your pride right now.

“You know what, Minsie? You're right,” he approached her with a nod, his lip slightly pursed, until he was right in front of her, “I put my dick inside you too, yet I never knew the real you. Otherwise I would have known that you would leave me and my daughter,” this was the first time he said my daughter in front of her. And somehow it sounded a lot better than our daughter.

“I told you why I did it..- my job..-”

“..- should not have been more important than Mei and did not give you the right to just disappear without saying a word.”

Where did this confidence come from?

Actually, scratch that. He knew where.

From the same woman that was helping his daughter in her car seat.

That same woman that supported him for months, was there for him when he was at his worst and he felt like he was failing his daughter. That same woman that showed him he actually was a really good father and that he just had to show her differently. That same woman that showed him that he still had a chance at love, maybe even real love this time. Because the more Minseo revealed this ugly side about herself, the more he couldn’t help but remember things from the past that she did to him, that a person who loved another never would have done..

He realized it then, as he saw you put Mei first. As he saw you do what every real mother should do.

Minseo wasn't Mei's mother.

You were.

“Oh please..” she laughed as you closed the car door and walked back to Yoongi, “Don't tell me you've actually fallen in love with the nanny.”

“I have,” he said without a doubt and right away, more certain than ever before, “I have,” he repeated a little slower, as he was now looking at you, who was just staring at him in disbelief.

“Yoongi, I..-”

“I love you, (Y/N),” you could see how his breathing quickened and a second later, he was in front of you and had grabbed your face to pull you against him and kiss you. At first you were a little overwhelmed with emotions, not knowing whether to push him away, cry or kiss him back. As happy as you were to hear him say it, you couldn’t just forget everything that had happened these past weeks. But maybe, maybe this was the first step towards reconciilation. So you let out a sigh and just relaxed, let the love of your life kiss you, like you had wanted him to when Minseo first arrived.

Better late than never, right?

And the next thing you both heard, was Mei pushing open the car door and scream: “I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU LOVED HER DADDY!” both of you chuckled, as you watched her dance around your legs, before she innocently asked: “Can I say a bad word?”

Yoongi didn't think straight, his eyes locked back with yours and a happy smile on his face, otherwise he would have said no.

And maybe he should have when Mei suddenly turned around and yelled: “YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!” at Minseo.

You waited in the hallway, after Yoongi had tucked her in, a tired smile on your face when he leaned down to kiss your nose.

“You know.. as happy as I am about this.. I still want us to talk again. About everything.”

“I know,” he sighed and leaned his forehead against yours, “I'll apologize for everything and I'll make up for everything. I promise.”

“I trust you, Min Yoongi,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “But please don’t let me down again.”

“I’ve learnt from my mistakes,” he pulled you back in for another kiss, that turned into two, then three and before you knew it, you two stumbled into his bedroom, giggling like teenagers.

If only you knew that Minseo wouldn’t just give up like that..-

“Exactly what is it that you want me to do?” the man leaned forward on his elbows.

“Ruin him,” Minseo said in a cold voice, “I want you to completely ruin him and his career. I want him to lose everything. His job, Mei.. I want him to lose.. her. (Y/N). I want him to be alone. And I want him to have nothing left in the end.”

The man laughed and nodded, “They don't call me the best of the world for no reason... If in doubt,” he winked at her, saying his usual catch phrase “Call Kim Seokjin.”

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Sting's anxiety pushes everyone away when he needs them most.

Author: @splendidlyimperfect Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairings: Natsu/Gray/Sting/Rogue Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Medication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crying, they're just really soft with each other, sweet boyfriends, Tumblr: FTLGBTales Series: Part 33 of i'm with them

**tw for anxiety/panic attack

“Babe, we can find it later.”

Natsu stood at the front door, frowning at Sting, who was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, opening random drawers and slamming them shut again. Sting ran his hands through his hair, groaning.

“I left it here, I know I did,” Sting said. “Maybe Rogue moved it.” He tapped his fingers against the counter, then moved over to the area where they kept their phone chargers and started rummaging through it again.

“I have my wallet,” Natsu said gently, stepping forward into the kitchen and reaching out for Sting’s arm. “We can look more when we get back, but we gotta get going – we told Dad we’d be there at two.” He glanced at the clock, which read 1:37.

Sting shook his head, pushing Natsu’s arm away. “It’s not – I just...” He tried to take a deep breath, but his chest felt tight. “It was here,” he insisted.

“You don’t need it,” Natsu reassured, trying again to reach out to Sting.

Sting pulled his arm away from Natsu again, stepping backward into the kitchen. There was a soft mrowl, and Sting cursed as he tripped backward over Lector and slammed his hip into the counter.

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“Fucking son of a bitch,” he shouted, feeling a wave of guilt as Lector leapt away from him and darted toward the bedroom. Sting bunched his hands into fists, digging his fingernails into his palms and closing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his hip that was definitely going to bruise.

“It’s okay,” Natsu said gently, staying where he was. “What’s going on?” Sting had been grumpy and on edge since Sunday, withdrawing from the other three and keeping to himself.

Sting shook his head. The tag from his shirt rubbed against the back of his neck and he resisted the urge to tug it off. Frosch was yowling from the bedroom and Sting wanted to slam the door.

“Do you wanna stay home?” Natsu asked. Sting wanted to shake his head, wanted to go for lunch with Natsu and Silver and forget the wallet, and the stomachache, and the low, thrumming anger under his skin. Instead he nodded, crossing his arms over his stomach and trying not to cry. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No.” Sting stared at the ground, at the hole in his socks – goddamnit, these were his favorite ones. He ground his teeth and closed his eyes. “Just... tell Dad I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t I reschedule with him?” Natsu’s voice was gentle, and for some reason it irked Sting. “I don’t think you should be by yourself.”

“I’m not a child,” Sting snapped, scratching at his wrist. The guilt in his chest was overruled by irritation and he glared down at the counter. “I’ll be fine.” Natsu hesitated and Sting’s voice turned sharper. “Just go.”

Natsu sighed, and Sting could tell he was trying hard not to move in for a hug.

“Okay,” Natsu said eventually. “I’ll leave my ringer on, call me if you need me, okay?” Sting nodded, biting his lip and biting back an irritated, I don’t need anything, go away. “I love you,” Natsu added.

“Love you too,” Sting said softly, listening to Natsu’s footsteps recede. As soon as the door clicked closed, Sting let out a shaky breath and leaned forward against the counter. His eyes were immediately drawn to the pile of dishes stacked next to the sink and he felt irritation flare up again.

He grabbed a few of the plates, opening the dishwasher and groaning when he realized it was clean. Tears pressed against his eyes again and he tossed the plates back on the counter, stalking away from the kitchen and into the bedroom. As soon as he walked into the room, he turned around again, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and curling up on the couch.

I’m sorry. He typed out the text under Natsu’s name, then deleted it and switched to his conversation with Rogue and wrote, I need you. Instead of hitting ‘send,’ he tipped his head back, angry tears filling his eyes as he threw his phone to the other end of the couch.

“Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands over his face. Happy jumped up on the couch and tried to climb onto Sting’s lap, and he growled, pushing Happy away. “Don’t... just...”

Sting curled in on himself and started crying in earnest, burying his face in his arms. His shoulders shook as he choked out a sob, pulling his knees tight against his chest. Everything was too much and not enough, and his skin was too tight, and suddenly he was too hot, sweating through his thin t-shirt.

His phone went off a few times, but he kicked it away from him as each buzz pushed him closer and closer to screaming.

Come back, Sting thought as he cried. I’m sorry, I need you.

~*~*~

The text from Natsu had been simple – im worried about sting, hes not good but he didnt want me there – but it had been enough for Gray to leave work early and immediately head home.

When Gray opened the front door, he could hear the shower running. He kicked off his shoes and headed for the bathroom, where he found Sting sitting on the floor next to the shower, shoulders shaking as he cried. His arms were red where he’d been scratching at them, and his forehead was pressed against his knees.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Gray said softly, crouching down next to Sting. “C’mere.” He touched Sting’s arm and when Sting didn’t pull away, Gray sat down next to him, pulling Sting into a sideways embrace.

“I’m s-sorry,” Sting said, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. “I didn’t... it’s just...”

“Shhh,” Gray said, brushing Sting’s sweaty hair away from his face. “Breathe with me, okay?” He took Sting’s hand and placed it on his own chest, then took a deep, slow breath, waiting for Sting to copy him before exhaling. “There you go. You’re okay.”

“I’m n-not, I don’t... I’m sorry, I was a j-jerk to N-natsu, I didn’t mean to...”

“I know,” Gray said, taking another deep breath. Sting shook his head, chest rising and falling erratically. “Nobody’s upset with you. Can you take another deep breath for me?”

“N-no,” Sting gasped, tightening his arms around his knees. “I c-can't, I can’t, I can’t...”

“Okay, it’s okay if you can’t,” Gray said quickly, running his hand up and down Sting’s back, but stopping when Sting pulled away. “I’m gonna get your meds, okay?”

Sting didn’t respond as Gray stood up, moving over to the medicine cabinet and grabbing a prescription bottle. He tipped one of the pills into his hand, then sat back down next to Sting, holding it out. Sting took it with a shaky hand, popping it under his tongue and then closing his eyes again, pressing his forehead to his knees.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” Gray asked. Sting shook his head, then changed his mind and nodded, sniffing and wiping his face. “With me or by yourself?”

“W-with you,” Sting said shakily. Gray helped him stand up, pulling him into a hug and kissing his forehead before tugging off his shirt.

As soon as they were under the water, Sting let out a deep breath, leaning against Gray and wrapping his arms around Gray’s waist. Gray started humming softly, grabbing the shampoo and lathering up Sting’s hair.

“Wanna come with me to Halifax next month?” Gray asked, rinsing away the soap and rubbing Sting’s back gently. “Todd’s sending me to a conference so they’ll pay for gas and the hotel. We can go to the beach if you want?”

Sting nodded against Gray’s chest. “Yeah,” he said softly. His breathing was slowly evening out, body relaxing against Gray’s as Gray’s fingers kneaded the knots in his shoulders. “All of us? Or just you and me?”

“Whatever you want,” Gray said. Sting didn’t say anything, just hugged Gray tighter.

~*~*~

An hour later, Rogue and Natsu were home, and Sting was curled up with them on the bed, wearing Natsu’s hoodie and Gray’s sweatpants.

“’m sorry,” Sting said, gaze slightly unfocused as he looked up at Natsu. His head was in Natsu’s lap, and Rogue was lying beside him, running his fingers over Sting’s stomach.

Natsu shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said, brushing Sting’s hair out of his face. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“I tol’ you to leave,” Sting said sleepily. “Was a jackass.”

“Yeah, but you’re a cute jackass,” Natsu teased. Rogue snorted, taking Sting’s hand and lacing their fingers together.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over Sting’s knuckles. Sting made a sleepy sound, blinking slowly.

“Drugs’re workin’,” he said softly. “’s all fuzzy.” He yawned, shifting a bit and nuzzling Rogue’s neck. “I don’ like taking them.”

“I know,” Rogue said, kissing Sting’s forehead. “But Gray said you were spiraling pretty bad, I think it was a good thing that you took them.”

Sting nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing into the strange sensation of being not-quite-real that always came with the medication. It was unsettling, but better than the time he’d passed out from hyperventilating.

There was a dip on the bed behind Sting, and a squeeze on his hip. He cracked open an eye and looked up to see Gray, smiling softly at him.

“Thanks,” Sting whispered, reaching out and taking Gray’s hand.

“Always,” Gray said, shifting until he was lying behind Sting. He wrapped his arm around Sting’s waist and placed a gentle kiss on the back of his neck, then murmured, “now go to sleep. We’ve got you – you’re safe.”

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