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#everyday im just so close to packing up my stuff and leaving this hell
yangyangthegerman · 3 years
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I have to rant about my private life. My apologies.
#i fuxking hate these two noisy boys so much#everyday im just so close to packing up my stuff and leaving this hell#like.. the thought of getting on a train and having my peace for two or three hours#amazing. heavenly tbh#i could just go visit my lil brother and hide there for some days tbh#hes probably the only male i can actually stand#sad how my dream is to live with my bro bc i hate other people and hes the only one who gets me#im probably the worst human alive tbh...#the fact that i have to deal with all of this every day without getting paid is ridiculous#i sound like a whiny millenial#and a horrible mother. i know#but like... my bf is home this entire week as well and#instead of having one toddler throwing tantrums that makes two :)))#plus he leaves trash and dirty clothes everywhere#and he never shuts up. like every one of his thoughts is super important for me to hear#how are men so fucking entitled#dont get me wrong i would totally protect the child from.. anything really#but it seriously wouldnt hurt me to not see him for a day and just breathe maybe#and for the other.......... i could easily not see that one for weeks tbh#theres a reason i did not want to move in with him again#and then him asking if i wanted another baby? like ??? i didn't even want the first one wtf#can people stop being like aww you and your little family. the kid is sooo cute.#like. yes. hes cute. but what's your point#i did not want this. i just suck at making decisions#it's like i hate myself and just try to make myself as miserable as possible most of the time#i just wanna be left alone#my entire energy goes into keeping myself from committing homocide im just so mad lately#how do i always end up making my life even worse#its like im here waiting for my life to start but its always just about others and im sick of it#having a child was really like a wake up call that this is definetely not what i want
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bunnirs · 4 years
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Yandere! Gon and Killua with a S/O who tries to leave
Requested by: Anon!
“I don’t know if you do any yandere stuff but if you do I was wondering how would yandere killua and gon react to thier s/o trying to leave them for Accidentally Cheating. Thx love your blog”
First Gon and Killua request!! I’m so excited! For the sake of all things holy, ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP A BIT. especially with the cheating thing 👉👈 UMM ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER YANDERE TYPE THING SO IM SORRY 😭
Gon:
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Alright this dude doesn’t see anything wrong with the fact that he cheated
HE THINKS ITS NORMAL??
And to think you’d get so upset over him ‘cheating’ on you??
He would never! He was just being ‘nice’ to one of tourists of Whale Island
A little to nice.
He’s the type of Yandere that thinks what he does is completely fine! He thinks he’s doing the right thing!
So that’s where you had enough.
Gon was a lunatic and you had to get away
Maybe you’d call Leorio or Kurapika, they’d help you
That’s all you had to do
Get to a pay phone and dial Leorio or Kurapika
So while Gon had left to do God knows what..
You packed your shit and walked out the door
Surprisingly.. you got to the pay phone rather easily
Your paranoia had shot up with the risk of getting caught
Like 📈📈📈📈📈
You made the decision to call Kurapika. He was more serious with this stuff.
You waited for Kurapika until it was dark out
But he came all the same
But you hadn’t expected to see Gon right behind him
That’s right. Gon had said something about visiting Kurapika. Shit.
You were an idiot not to pay closer attention
Fuck fuck fuck he looks mad
His eyes were avoid of anything,,,
His soulless hues stared into your own, and you felt like you could throw up
Kurapika seemed rather worried, asking what happened while Gon was gone
You couldn’t tell him about Gon being a psycho
He wouldn’t believe you.. right?
You made the choice in saying that someone had tried to hurt you, and with Gon away, you didn’t know what to do
Kurapika sighed and said he’d get a hotel and would scout the island for any suspicious behavior,,,
But he didn’t know that Gon WAS the culprit.
Soon after that, you went home with Gon.
“....You lied to him, Y/N.” There was a pregnant pause before your name, almost like it was hard for him to pronounce. “You never lie.”
“...Gon....” You said quietly, not prepared for whatever the hell he was going to say.
“Is this about the woman?” Gon narrowed his eyes at his feet, which moved as the both of you took the road to his house.
“No I just-“ you went quiet, not knowing what to say. Make something up. Fast. “I just wanted to.. get away from the island a bit.”
“Get away?” Gon’s dark expression changed into one of confusion. “Do you not like it here?”
“No! I like it here!” You said abruptly, your eyes widening. “It’s just, I was thinking of visiting my parents! See what they’re up too!” You nervously laughed, praying he didn’t notice your smile faulter.
“...Oh well...that’s easy.” Gon smiled at you, and for a second, you thought you did something good. “They’re up to nothing.” His eyes darkened, his smile widening a bit.
“Nothing?” You questioned, confused.
“They’re dead.” Gon hummed. “They kept trying to get in my way.. so I put them out of their misery. They missed you a lot.. and kept saying I kidnapped you! Which isn’t true right?”
You didn’t say anything. Nothing at all. The only thing that escaped your mouth were the harsh sobs, which seemed to shake your whole body. You fell to the ground, the rough asphalt slicing your knees, the stinging couldn’t compare to the state your heart was in.
“...Oh..” His voice lowered, the slight evidence of worry laced his tone. “.....Can you not speak..?” He grabbed your hand, kneeling before you.
You smacked his hand away, falling onto your back. “G-get the hell away from me!” You screamed, your hands slipping on the bloodied gravel below you. You kept trying to stand up, but it seemed that gravity pushed against you even harder than before. “Go away! For gods sake just leave me alone!”
He stared at his hand for about a minute, his mouth wide and agape. “Leave.. you alone? While your upset?” He seemed hurt, his eyes swelling up, tears appearing. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you like this! You’re hurting!”
“Because of you! I’m HURTING BECAUSE OF YOU!” You screamed in his face, somehow gaining the strength to sit up.
“.......I didn’t hurt you! I would never hurt you!” His voice gained in volume, almost like he was panicking. “I just did what was best for both of us!”
“You did what was best for you!” You shoved your finger into his chest, your nail almost bending due to the pressure. “You never think about me! You force me to stay with you! I never wanted something like this! I-“
“Shut up.” Gon said suddenly, shadow overcasting his facial features. “Everything I do is for you... don’t you dare say it isn’t!” His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, the sickening sound of bone being crushed seemed to echo in your ears.
“Y-you’re hurting me... right now... you’re hurting me..” you whispered, trying your best not to cry even more. Your head already hurt from the screaming, the pain adding to your desire to pass out.
“You don’t know real pain.” He said coldly. “But you’ll find out soon.”
That’s all you heard before you eyes seemed to close, your body falling forward into someone’s warm embrace, the air being knocked out of you.
“But everything I do... is for you.. Y/N.”
Killua:
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Thing is I don’t see him cheating :(
He’s so closed off as is, so it’s surprising he’s in love with you anyway!!
He’s definetly the Yandere who thinks that you need him
Like you’d be in danger without him
He’s definitely convinced himself that you’d die if you weren’t with him
And that makes him so friggin sad
He wants you to be happy
But he wants you to be safe first.
So, if you try to escape, that’ll make him even more broken inside
He’s a tragic yandere tbh
Wants to give you happiness and love, but he can’t let you out of his sight 😭
So you probably try to leave when he kills someone that was close to you
Probably a guy friend of yours
He felt like he was dangerous, and couldn’t have him taking you away
So he murdered him on the spot with a quick hand through the heart, his nails bloodied.
That was the last straw. You were living with a murderer.
How you would get out? You had no idea
You were in the Zoldyck Mansion. Locked away.
If anything, you could try talking to Canary. She liked you. A lot.
So that’s what you did. You told Canary everything.
She believed you almost immediately. She knew the Zoldycks were cruel... Killua included, no matter how much she liked him.
She’d try to smuggle you outside the gate
Hopefully the security guard would understand
That’s what got you here, standing from right inside the testing gate, Killua before you.
Canary was long gone. She had to stop the butlers from following you.. so you were alone.
“....What are you doing so far from home...?” He questioned, his eyes widened at the sight of you with bags in your hands. “It’s dangerous out here.”
“Killua, we’re inside the gate. You know it’s plenty safe out here.” You narrowed your eyes, nails digging into the leather holsters of your bag. You couldn’t back down now. “Besides, I can protect myself if need be.”
“.....Of course you can. I don’t doubt your abilities.” Killua rolled his eyes, his attitude returning to normal. “I wouldn’t date someone who can’t protect themselves.”
“....Then why don’t you act like that?” You felt a pang in your chest. He made it seems like you were weak.... He made it seem like you were helpless. Why would he do that?
“Act like what? Protective? I can’t do that?” He questioned, his defensive tone making itself clear.
“That is not what this is.” You countered, stepping back a bit. “You know this isn’t you being protective! You act like I’m fragile! Some glass vase that’ll break if someone pushes me to hard! I’m not! I’m a professional hunter just like you!”
“...You don’t act like it.” He pouted, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“How can you be so childish right now!? This is why I need to leave!” You stepped forward, your voice gaining in volume.
“...Leaving is a need? Are you sure you just don’t want it?” He stepped towards you, his voice getting low. He was definitely getting pissed off now.
“I haven’t been outside the gate in years Killua! You know how ridiculous that sounds?! Last time I interacted with someone from outside this gate, you fucking murdered them! He was my friend!”
“He was trying to hurt you!” Killua responded, his eyes darkening. “He was inviting you outside the gate! And by yourself no less! He could’ve hurt you!”
“Going out the gate isn’t a death sentence! I need fresh air Killua! I need to see people!” You continued to yell, throwing your hands up in the air dramatically, the bag in your hand almost being flung off to the side.
“You see my family everyday! They’re people!” Killua scoffed. “barely...” he muttered to himself, getting lost in thought.
“What if I don’t want to see your family anymore?! What if I don’t want to see you?!” You gasped right after the words left your mouth, hands covered your lips, almost in disbelief of what you had just said.
As your thoughts consumed you, you felt a slight pain in your abdomen, your body falling to the ground. Your bags cluttered around you, creating what ironically looked like a crime scene. He had just pushed you. That’s never happened before.
Killua stood above you, his eyes pulsating with dark intent, his aura covering for what seemed like miles. “....Don’t you ever say that!” He yelled out, tears almost appearing in his empty voids. “I might believe it one day! That you don’t need me anymore!” He grabbed the collar of your shirt, so his eyes could look into yours. “I can’t lose you like everyone else! Don’t leave me behind! I used to think you needed me but now I think it’s the other way around!” He cried out, tears threatening to spill. “I have to protect you with everything I have! I’ll continue to kill the people who try to take you away! So please don’t make this hard! I know you want to leave! I understand! But that can’t happen!”
You were quiet, your body feeling limp as he had hit a sensitive point on your body. “O-okay...” you muttered out, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. “I’ll stay.... I-“
Before you can finish, Killua hugged you tighter than ever before, knocking the air out of you. You felt like you could pass out, that feeling soon coming to reality as black dots filled your vision. He had somehow managed to manipulated you again. His worry getting the best of you.
Curse you for being so damn sympathetic.
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kinkmaster3000 · 3 years
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oh wow if you can do more character a and character b things that'd be so cool!! maybe with an office setting, some secretary spread? >:9 im down for anything tho I'm still sad that other imagines blog is on hiatus :,(
This ask has been in my inbox for like two fucking years, very sorry to whichever beautiful person sent it 🙏 I mixed the genders up a bit just for funsies but they’re pretty much interchangeable with whoever you want to be in that role.
- A tends to be a comfort eater, and it’s been a very stressful day at work. He takes his lunch break and finds himself eating in the breakroom alone. He clears out everything he brought in about 5 minutes, and opens the fridge to get his drink, only to be tantalized by everyone else’s meals. He goes on a messy binge, devouring everything in record time and getting crumbs and condiments on his expensive button-down shirt. By the time he’s finished, the fridge and cabinets are completely empty and his shirt buttons are digging into his flesh. He feels too heavy and lethargic to move, and sits there in a daze. As the stupor clears, not only does he feel incredibly guilty about eating everyone’s food, but he remembers that he has a video conference in 15 minutes with some very important clients. The problem is, he cannot stop hiccupping and burping, so this would be a disaster. As he’s freaking out about his situation, his cute secretary, B, walks in to get a cup of coffee. He tries to apologize, feeling awful about eating her lunch, but she just smiles at him sympathetically, knowing the stress he’s been under. She just gives him a firm pat on the belly (bringing up a sizable burp) and goes off to call the clients and reschedule his meeting.
-Same as the one above, except character B is A’s client instead of his secretary. Even though B could be getting a better deal somewhere else, he continues to do business with A’s company because he finds A to be very attractive and likes dealing with him. He also happens to be a feeder. He’s excited for the video conference with A, and doubly so when he sees A miserably trying to stifle hiccups. He even awkwardly shifts his eyes downwards at one point, hoping to catch a glimpse of A’s stomach, before remembering that it’s a video call. A is looking increasingly more anxious by the minute, as he continues to hiccup and burp very softly behind his hand as he explains the figures, while B is just getting more and more giddy. Eventually, the tension in his stomach gets to be too much, and he can’t hold in a guttural belch that clips the microphone a bit. He’s mortified, apologizing profusely and trying to make an excuse to continue the meeting later, but B insists, lying and saying that he doesn’t fully understand the pricing yet. A reluctantly continues talking, accidentally burping a few more times, before he realizes that B doesn’t care at all. In fact, he seems very pleased. A begins letting out closed-mouth burps in-between sentences, regaining a bit more of his confidence with each bit of pressure that is eased out. B gives him a better offer than he began with, and (almost too) enthusiastically asks him to “talk about it over lunch” next week. A is thrilled about making a good sale, and has no clue about B’s devious intentions.
-A, a classy, serious woman who is in upper-level management at a prominent company, gets terrible indigestion from anything with even the smallest amount of spice. The problem is, she loves spicy food, the hotter the better. One day, during lunch, her bubbly, motor-mouth assistant manager, B, insists on the two of them going out to eat at a restaurant she just has to try. A reluctantly agrees to leave her work because B won’t take no for an answer). When they get there, she perks up a bit when she sees Phaal curry on the menu. It’s deliciously flavorful, and also packed with habanero peppers. She’s in heaven as she eats it, and then hell 10 minutes later as her chest starts to burn intensely and her stomach starts to roil. She tries to hide how bad she feels from B to maintain her image, but long, queasy belches that burn her throat start to come up involuntarily on the ride back. Her stomach is gurgling like thunder the entire time. She even has to pull to the side at one point and let the concerned and unusually quiet B, who is a notoriously bad driver, commandeer her precious BMW on the way back because she can’t focus at all on the road. A is completely undone, groaning, hiccupping and belching with increasing length and violence as they work their way back to the office
She manages to hold everything in as B ushers her up the stairs (wanting to avoid seeing someone else in the elevator), until she gets back to her private office. She’s horribly embarrassed and gives B a rare apology, saying that this often happens to her and she shouldn’t have gotten the curry knowing that. But before B can even reply, A’s notoriously strict higher-up gives them a call, wanting to speak with the two of them about some important matters. They know better than to decline the call.
The more they talk, the less A is maintaining. She’s having trouble keeping up with the conversation, and the pressure in her belly is becoming unbearable. Unable to take it anymore, she turns away from the machine and risks letting out a soft burp, but it keeps going and becomes loud and gravelly, tearing up her throat as it comes out. The entire room goes quiet, but before she can start apologizing profusely, B does it for her, taking the blame and saying that she ate too much at lunch. Desperate to save face, A scolds her and has her leave the room, apologizing on “her behalf” when the higher-up is displeased at her “unprofessionalism”.
After the call thankfully wraps up with no more outbursts, she rushes to find B, who is sitting at her desk and filling out paperwork, somewhat sullen. A apologizes for her actions, thanking B and saying she didn’t know what else to do. B simply stands up and knocks A harshly on the back, dislodging an even larger belch before. She asks if A “got it all out” and A just nods, a bit sheepishly. “That’s good and all, but I’m never letting you order spicy stuff ever again.”
- A and B are both receptionists for the same company, and work at the same desk answering calls. The two of them are close, and A has a bit of a crush on B, but she has a boyfriend and A is very shy, soft-spoken and dorky. B is kind of a glutton, which A thinks is adorable, and A loves to cook, which B thinks is adorable. So everyday, A brings B Tupperware of increasing sizes filled with delectable homemade meals. B can’t get enough of A’s cooking, and A can’t get enough of watching B chew and swallow and sighs in satisfaction. He finds himself listening very closely for little burps and hiccups, and when she wears blouses that are tight or sheer, he has a hard time keeping his eyes off of her belly. They do this every shift for a couple months, and B starts to get a bit of a stomach pooch. It drives A wild, but one day, B comes in looking distraught, and won’t talk to A. When she refuses his lunch, he presses her on what’s wrong, and she says that her boyfriend made an unsavory comment on her weight as she was getting ready that morning, blaming A for always pushing so much food onto her. A is hurt but apologizes, saying that it wasn’t his intention but that he thinks that she looks amazing with the extra pounds. B is touched and accepts A’s food, enjoying it as always, and finally starting to see him as maybe more than just a friend.
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jeonmagines · 4 years
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anything for you 1
jungkook x reader (ft. taehyung)
genre: angst
warnings: jungkook is a meanie here,, curse words,, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts,, overthinking,, mentions of sex.
synopsis: you’d do anything to make him happy. even if it hurts you.
S/N is sister’s name
“hey, i noticed you didn’t really eat anything during lunch so i got you this.” you say as you tapped the boy who had his head down on his desk. he looked up at you and scoffed. “you woke me up for this?” he says with an attitude. “oh and i graded your paper. mrs. lim said that if you needed help you can ask her or jinah over there. i’m not really good at explaining so i can’t do much for you.” you say as you hand him his paper which he scored a 30/50 on. “even if you were an option i still wouldn’t pick you. stop trying so hard it’s annoying.” his friends looked at you in pity but continued to do their work. you never really understood why jungkook disliked you. you don’t remember doing anything bad to him or at least something that would irritate him. the truth is you actually liked him. ever since he transferred, you, along with many other girls had your eyes on him. you weren’t a try hard though. you’d buy him food, give him water, or offer to help him with his homework but nothing more. you did this because you knew that he didn’t really care for himself. he barely ate at school which is probably why he was so tired all the time.
when the bell rang everybody left except for jungkook. he walked over to jinah who was still fixing her backpack strap. “hey uh...i was told you could like help me out with my homework? can you?” he seemed so innocent and kind when he asked her. why did he have to be so rude to me? you asked yourself. she politely agreed and you overheard them saying that after school they’ll head over to the library. everyday you’d volunteer at the library since ms. jay needed to go home early to feed her cats. she said she didn’t want to bother you but you insisted since the library was a really relaxing area no one really went to. you enjoyed it there.
students returned books and some checked them out. you had your eye on jungkook and jinah and to be honest it looked like they were flirting more than studying. you were envious of jinah. she had the perfect smile, body, and attitude. cliché RIGHT. who wouldn’t want a girl like that right? you knew exactly what jungkook saw in her. you on the other hand are not really that interesting which is probably why you only had like two friends who barely talked to you. you were grateful for them though, even though they didn’t feel the same towards you.
as you were typing in the list of kids who still need to return books, you saw how mr. kim was struggling with picking up the trash the students left since he was a bit old. “mr. kim, let me help you with that. why don’t you sit down for a sec? i have some cookies and a water bottle in my backpack. you can eat them while i clean this up.” you grab his garbage bag and started picking up the trash the students dropped. “why are you such a good kid, y/n? you remind me of my grandson. he goes to a different school though. i think you’ll be good together.” he says while taking a cookie from the container you took out of your backpack. “ahh. mr. kim, i kind of have my eyes on someone else right now.” you say as he nods his head and continues to eat.
jungkook was eyeing you from the far end of the table. why were you so nice to everybody? he thought to himself.
you saw jinah get up and leave after bidding goodbye to jungkook, but jungkook stayed at the table. there were only four people in the library; you, jungkook, and two other kids who were trying to look for an interesting book. you walked towards them and asked if they needed any help finding a book. when they told you what they wanted you led them to where the books were. as you were walking though you felt someone glaring at you. your first thought was jungkook because who else would be staring at you?? a ghost??? when the students checked out their books and left it was finally 6pm which meant it was time for you to LEAVE. you walked up to jungkook who was still reading his book. “hey uh. im about to lock up.” he scoffed again and glared at you. “so when other kids are here you offer them help but when it’s only me left you have to ‘lock up’ you were BEYOND irritated. all you wanted was to go home, eat, and sleep but jungkook was keeping you away from that. “it’s 6. i’m supposed to lock up at 6. so. leave.” he was shocked. you’ve never given him attitude, it was always the other way around. you walked away and gathered all of your things getting ready to leave. jungkook also packed up his things while you held the door open for him. when he walked you shut the door loudly and locked the door.
you walked behind jungkook, but not too close because you didn’t want it to seem like you were following him. you sat on the bench while jungkook got in his car. you saw him look at you but you quickly look away to avoid the awkwardness. after a while you saw him standing right in front of you.
“why are you sitting here? go home?” why was he so concerned you thought to yourself. “i’m waiting for the bus. you go home.” he then grabbed your hand and led you to the passenger seat of his car.
“it‘s dark out. tell me where you live.” he opened the passenger’s seat and you went inside his strawberry scented car.
“i’ll just uh. point.” you say while smiling.
cute he thought NO IT’S Y/N. NO. jungkook shook that thought out of his mind and started his car. he played some music to make the situation less awkward.
you on the other hand were way past feeling awkward. you’d check your messages even though no one has texted you. hell, you even went on the weather app just to check the weather in london.
“uh just go right my house is the first one on the block.” you say as he nods.
“thank you. i appreciate it.” as you tried to get out of his car, he grabbed your arm. “why are you so nice to everyone? especially me? i’m such a dick towards you.” you laugh a little at his question. “i’m nice to everybody. especially you because i know you don’t really take care of yourself.” he nods and you thank him again.
when you get inside of your house you hear yelling coming from your parents’ room again. ever since your sister passed away they weren’t the same as before. you hated it. you hated how your sister was gone instead of you.
you just wanted someone to talk to, but nobody really wanted to talk to you. your friends..would you even consider them friends at this point? you shook your head and tried to focus on something else.
jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook think of jungkook. you say to yourself.
the next day was the same as always. you’d walk through the hallways and see people with their friends. people who actually wanted to talk to them. you wondered how it felt to actually be wanted.
you sat down on your chair and got out your books to start writing down the agenda, but someone tapped your shoulder. “hello! i’m mira. would you like to be my friend? i’m new here.” you smiled at her and introduced yourself.
when class started your teacher told mira to come up and introduce herself. “hi! i’m mira. i transferred from (school name). i hope to become your friend!” everyone says hello and she sits back down. you noticed how jungkook’s eyes followed her from the front of the class to her desk. you felt a bit jealous, but didn’t think about it too much.
when lunch came around you tapped jungkook’s shoulder to give him his food. “i got you this sandwich and i baked cookies last night so i thought you’d like it.” he looked at you with no expression and you waited for a thank you but as always he didn’t say it and put his head back down.
“y/n, do you think we can hang out after school? get to know each other a little bit?” mira said with a cute expression on her face. you agreed and she gave you a hug.
after school you and mira went to the ice cream shop near by. “really? i’m five months older than you? i thought i’d be younger since you’re so mature!” you laugh and say you get that a lot. “so earlier i noticed you gave food to that jungkook dude. do you like him?” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows. “kinda.” she squeals while she shoves the ice cream in her mouth.
after eating you both bid your goodbyes and you walked home. finally. i finally have a friend. you thought to yourself.
you came home to your parents fighting again. usually to cope with how you’re feeling you bake in the middle of the night. it was a weird coping mechanism but it worked. baking helped you relax and think about other things.
“if it wasn’t for your fucking daughter! s/n would still be alive right now!” you heard your dad yell. he was right though. it was all your fault. and everyday you’d beat yourself up over it. you quickly went up to your room and started sobbing. you looked at the picture of you and your sister together. “why was it you? couldn’t it just be me? if it was me they wouldn’t be arguing. i miss you s/n.” you kissed the picture and hugged it and drifted to sleep.
the next day you did not feel like being nice to anyone or at least talk to anyone. you put your black hoodie over your head to avoid attention as you walk through the halls.
when you walk into class you see jungkook flirting with mira. you weren’t in the mood to deal with him today so you didn’t even bother. lunch came around and you kept your head down on your desk with your hood on. “y/n? you ok? i’m gonna go get some food. do you want anything.” mira asked. you shook your head and thanked her.
“yo kook, what’s wrong with y/n she didn’t give you food today.” jimin asks. “i don’t know. she’s usually always doing something.” jungkook says as he shrugs his shoulders.
when the bell rang you gathered all of your stuff and jungkook saw how your eyes were red. were you crying? he thought to himself.
you walked outside the school building and thought it was your lucky day because it was raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella.
you sat on the bench, drenched in water, watching students go by laughing with their friends, but suddenly feel the rain stop. you look up and see an umbrella under you.
“thank you, but there’s no point. i’m already wet.” the boy chuckles and says, “ha. that’s what my ex girlfriend said.” not caring whether or not he was going to get wet, the brown haired boy sat next to you. “i’m taehyung. i just transferred today. i’m in my fourth year. let me guess are you in your second?” he says, still holding the umbrella under the both of you. “nope. third.” he nods his head and points at his car. “if you want i can give you a ride home?” he asks with a smile. “really? i’m drenched though. your seats will get wet.” “don’t worry about it. it’s leather.”
as you walked really close next to taehyung, you didn’t know jungkook was watching the two of you from afar.
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heyitsyn · 4 years
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Milk Bread
Oikawa!Reader x Ushijima
a/n: bahahaha oikawa would literally disown yall though
anon request:  Hiii if your request is still open could you also do an Oikawa's lil sis!Reader x Ushijima please~ fufufufu
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ushijima and i could go get our own farm and have our own cows and horses and uggghhh
this entire,,,,, fiasco was an actual accident
it all started when you were so hungry that you ended up eating tooru’s milk bread
you were part of the girls track team in seijoh and competitions were starting soon so the team has been making practice mandatory during lunch as well
this caused you to only be able to survive off of snacks rather than your normal bento so you were blazing hungry when you got home
and when you are hungry, you go on a rampage
your brother was staying later practice so he wasnt home when you arrived
the fridge door almost unhinged and out the window by how roughly and quickly you opened it
the only thing in there was bottles of water and vegetables and you were not hungry enough to eat freaking raw onions
then you searched all over the cabinets for anything edible until you stumbled upon a clearly hidden milk bread
you guessed that tooru hid it bc he knew either you or takeru would eat it but heh, he didnt hide it good enough 
finders keepers, right?
and as long as he doesnt find out it was you, itd be fine
you giddily opened the bag and ripped off a piece before smiling at how delicious it was 
but this was cut short
you were so caught up in your happiness with the food that you missed iwa and tooru coming home until you heard your brother scream
‘Y/N-CHAN!’
your eyes flew open and you froze, mid-bite 
his eyes were wide and his mouth was agape as he watched you scarf down the rest of the bag quickly before dashing upstairs
but tooru’s shout for iwa-chan made the buff guy snatch you from the hallway despite you kicking and screaming at him to let go of you
‘IWA-CHAN NO!!!!!’
you yelled but he just tightened his hold on you
‘i bought oikawa that bag, y/n’
you pouted then crossed your arms
‘you bought it for an oikawa, not a specific oikawa though’
so tooru ordered you to go to his favorite bakery, which was all the way out there like an hour away, and buy him a dozen bags of milk bread
‘TOORU YOURE GOING TO GET FAT!’
*offended oikawa*
‘I BURN ALL OF IT DURING PRACTICE ANYWAYS!’
‘hm, explains why you have no cake’
y/n stop thats so mean !!!!
but doorkawa though
so there you were, shoving all of the stock they have in the store into the big cart 
if someone were to walk by you right now, theyd stare at the cart then at you weirdly for being a milk bread addiction
and thats exactly what happened
ushijima went to the bakery bc tendou won a bet and demanded a milk bread from this specific bakery
so he was entering the building, a single milk bread in mind, when he saw you, literally shoving all the bags down with an arm into the cart
he paused, like 5 feet away from you, just watching as you continued to take all the bags they had in stock into the cart
but he just wanted one bag so he went up to your cart and wordlessly took a bag which you saw and caught his arm
‘um, excuse me, what are you doing?’
he gave you a stoic face
‘i walked 30 minutes for this bag of milk bread. im sure you can leave one for someone else’
you were about to retort when you saw who this guy was
ofc if your brother was oikawa tooru, youd know his hatred for the apparent ‘farmer idiot’ ushijima wakatoshi from shiratorizawa
the familiar eyes and the furrowed eyebrows
yep, this had to be him
‘you,,,, ushiwaka’
he nodded
‘yes. now if you’ll excuse me, ill be going’
but you again held him back
‘ushijima-san! take this-all of this! i dont need it anymore!’
you pushed the cart in his direction before bolting out the store in a hurry
now ushijima is known to predict almost anything that came his way
but never has he even THOUGHT that a girl would give him a cart filled with nearly 50 bags of milk bread
the store lady pushed the cart to the cashier and only did he finally snapped out of it when she told him the total
‘oh, um, you forgot this bag too’
what was he going to do with all of this bread?
you pedaled your bike home and when tooru saw you empty handed, he started shouting
but you just faked a pout
‘ushijima wakatoshi-san took it from me’
his ears turned red
and all he could see was red
i see RED! rED! ooOOhH rED!!!!
he got his phone out and dialed a number before shouting into it
‘YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS, IWA-CHAN! USHIWAKA-!’
ngl, you didnt really think that he would completely forget about it but he fell for it
you planned to use tooru’s hatred for him and just a single utter of his name could completely brainwash him from the milk bread stealing situation
‘MAYBE HES GOING TO BUY ALL THE MILK BREAD IN THE WORLD UNTIL I GO TO THE DAMN SHIRATORIZAWA! WHAT IF HES DOING THAT?! IWA-CHAN-!’
the entire situation completely slipped your mind a few weeks later and you even forgot that you met ushijima and left him a cart of the treats
but that was quickly remembered
similar to your brother, there was one day per week where you have no track practice so you found yourself in their gym at wednesday, just waiting for iwa and tooru to finish practice
you were just busy doing your homework and trying to help kyoken with all of his missed work when kindaichi shrieked from the side
‘ushijima wakatoshi!’
JAPONN
at the mention of his name, everyone turned to him and followed his line of sight where indeed, the tall farmer boy stood at the door
oikawa tooru was so shocked to see him and his nerve to show up at HIS TURF that he didnt say anything
‘hello. is oikawa y/n here?’
then all hell broke lose
tooru was screaming at you in betrayal
iwa was shouting and hitting oikawa to stop and holding him back from lunging at you
the others were yelling at how you knew this famous player
while kyoken just sitting there all chill
‘you know that guy?’
‘uh-well-kinda?’
‘nice’
you quickly packed up your stuff, confused and surprised, before bolting down the bleachers to the door where you grabbed ushiwaka’s hand to drag him away from the gym where tooru couldnt find you
you finally stopped by an alleyway about a street away from school and turned to him with scrunched eyebrows
‘ushijima wakatoshi-san! what are you doing here?!’
you whisper-yelled 
but he just unzipped his gym bag and handed you a bag of milk bread
you were so caught off guard that you just held it on your hands and stared at it
ushijima noticed your expression and pointed at the food
‘i have a lot of it at home. i figured you wanted one’
you slowly looked up at him
‘ushijima-san,,,,, i,,, why-’
‘you seem to like milk bread seeing your cart full of it. i thought you still wanted one and i need to get rid of all of it anyways’
‘but,,,, you shouldnt have come all the way to seijoh! nii-chan-’
then you stopped
wait, hold on
how did he even know your name
‘how do you know my name, ushijima-san?’
he blinked
‘youre a known track runner in the prefecture in both the girls and boys. a friend of mine wanted to recruit you for the school team but you turned it down’
you paused and chuckled
‘ah of course. i actually wanted to go but nii-chan considered it a betrayal so i couldnt go’
‘but you should’ve come to-’
‘SHUT UP USHIJIMA! AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!’
tooru’s figure was panting a little bit away from behind ushijima and he was pointing at him heatedly
you sighed and face-palmed but you flinched when ushijima placed an arm around your shoulders and held you close
‘she has talents that could take her to far places. i understand that she refused it but you might have greatly influenced that decision and never asked her opinion about it. im here to ask her to re-think this decision and join us instead’
‘YOURE NOT EVEN IN THE TRACK TEAM IN THE FIRST PLACE!’
tooru raged and ran forward before grabbing your arm roughly to pry you away from the dirty touch of ushiwaka
‘we’re leaving, ushijima. and you better not talk to my little sister again’
he hissed and dragged you away but you turned your head and raised a hand
‘later, ushijima-san!’
‘SHUT UP Y/N!’
after that, ushijima knew to approach you in secret
you saw him by the gates after practice and you hurriedly hid him away from sight bc the moment someone saw that familiar purple jacket, theyd know immediately
‘ushijima-san! what do you want now?’
you whispered and again, he reached into his bag to give you a bag of milk bread
‘i need to get rid of them. and i also want to hear your opinions about joining shiratorizawa next year’
you laughed, softly clutching the bag
‘in truth, the bread was for nii-chan. and regarding next year, i dont think im leaving seijoh, ushijima-san, so sorry’
he nodded
‘i understand. but i do hope you will think about it, oikawa-san’
you cringed at the formality coming from someone as important as him
‘please, call me y/n. it sounds really weird from you’
‘okay, y/n-san’
‘no, just y/n’
‘y/n’
‘good’
then these meetings turned to another, then twice more, then everyday
it was becoming a routine at this point
track practice ended at 6, about 30 minutes before the seijoh volley so you could easily slip away from tooru, and ushi’s ended around 5 so he was able to meet you at the alley by your school
tbh, you didnt understand how you were meeting as such a shady place and you didnt understand why he would take such a long trip just to give you milk bread and ask you about the school
however, that soon changed
soon, you just talked about school and life in general while munching on food
he would occassionally talk about this first year goshiki and some setter shirabu and how they fought constantly
you knew a little bit of his best friend tendou and his dorm life back in shiratorizawa
he knew that you weren’t exactly in track for fun, but for scholarships since you werent exactly smart
part of you wondered if he used the dozens of milk bread in his house as an excuse to see you and make you eat them as compensation when he couldve just sent them back
yet eventually,
your conversations helped you know a little bit of each other without the title of fastest runner oikawa y/n or u-19 japan ushijima wakatoshi
‘tori accidentally broke a hurdle and sprained her knee so she had to sit out during practice. it was a mess because she was screaming about the pain and caused practice to end early’
you whined while chewing
he remained quiet so you turned to look at him, who was just staring at you
‘ushijima-san? you okay?’
‘waka,, toshi. call me wakatoshi’
you tilted your head to the side
‘i,, i can’t call you that, ushijima-san’
‘please, call me that. we’re friends, right?’
a genuine laugh escaped from you
‘oh dear. i mean, yeah, we’re friends, i guess. but nii-chan would not appreciate this friendship’
‘but doesn’t he like you having friends?’
he was confused as to why tooru’s even in the conversation
‘no, ushijima-san. i meant, he would not like me being friends with you’
‘why does he have a say in this?’
you paused
he was right
why did tooru’s opinion matter?
why did it matter so much that you’ve been hiding in this stinky alleyway with ushijima wakatoshi for a few weeks all because you were scared someone you knew saw you?
‘wakatoshi-san, do you have a brother?’
‘no’
‘hm, makes sense’
you laughed then looked away, straight at the dumpster that stood behind him a few feet away
‘my parents,,, are always working. even when i was young, they were constantly working so i dont really have good memories with them since they were rarely home. my sister, she was already in high school when i was born so the only person i really had was my nii-chan’
ushijima’s stare on you never wavered as he remained looking at you, inspecting you almost, the way your nose curved or your lips looked a little chapped or that crumb that stuck itself on the corner of your lip
‘he has always done everything for me,, in a way, he raised me and i appreciate everything hes done for me, yknow? and i want to repay him for all of that but im sorry to say this, but he doesnt exactly like you, wakatoshi-san. and me being friends with you, him not even knowing we’re meeting up like this, he would get very angry with me. and i dont to disappoint him’
you looked down at the remaining bread and softly sighed
it annoyed you a little that you cared so much for what tooru thought
why couldnt you live your life?
why couldn’t you just be your own person and meet people that you like?
‘we have only have 3 bags of milk bread left’
ushijima’s comment took you aback bc its not like you just told him something so personal or anything
‘huh?’
‘i need to buy some more’
you shook your head and waved your hands around
‘wakatoshi-san, i just told you, like, something really personal-’
‘but i dont care about all that though’
he blinked, confused as to why it mattered to him
‘what-’
‘y/n, havent you noticed that you’ve been calling me by my first name?’
his question made you stop and realize that you were saying wakatoshi
‘oikawa tooru is simply a person who helped raise you, he didnt make you nor does he have control over you. your life was given to you to live and create, not to be molded or shaped by someone else’
you nodded and patted his arm in appreciation, still awkward about having interactions with the guy
but he reached behind you and patted your back, averting his gaze forward
‘you have talent in track so i think you should keep running for a team that shares your skills. like your brother’s talents deserve to be played in a team full of undefeatable players’
you chuckled and shot him a confused glance
‘wakatoshi-san, youre over here telling me to do what i want yet youre telling me to do something else’
he seemed completely innocent to his hypocritical statement as he just looked at you
‘im just influencing you. theres a difference’
you shook your head and continued eating your bread, throwing the entire topic behind your mind
‘youre right, wakatoshi-san. we do need to buy some more milk bread’
little by little, you started to stray away from your brother
like you started coming home late and your wednesdays were now booked up with someone else
ofc he noticed and he went straight to iwa-chan to complain about it
by the second wednesday, he got fed up and actually cancelled practice which caused iwa to beat him up for stopping practice for something stupid
‘let your sister be, shittykawa!’
tooru pouted and rubbed the now sore spot on his head
‘somethings wrong, iwa-chan! i can sense it! shes hiding something and if its kept from me, of course i want to know!’
this led iwa to be dragged along with him as he followed you walking to somewhere
he remembered you getting flustered and smiling at him when you refused his offer to get ramen after practice with the guys
‘i have plans, sorry, nii-chan’
this caused oikawa to be very sus bc no tea, but he knows you dont hang out w other people outside school
so this led him to stalking you instead of talking and asking you like a normal adult
iwa was also there bc he lowkey sus and worried for your safety if oikawa does decide to lunge at your boyfriend
the two boys were huddled behind a car as you were just walking cheerfully, skipping every step
‘iwa-chan, she doesnt have a boyfriend, right?’
‘shes pretty and kind, it would be hard to believe she doesnt have one’
but as they continued to follow you, they started getting confused as to why you were walking in such an unfamiliar neighborhood
this wasnt exactly their turf and when they noticed a familiar looking uniform a boy was wearing as he walked down the street, oikawa almost busted a blood vessel
aw look at him tremble-
‘what in the ever-loving god of anime is she doing in shiratorizawa!’
he whisper-yelled
‘iwa-chan! is she transferring there?!’
‘shittykawa shut the hell up!’
you heard a familiar voice behind you and quickly turned around but saw nothing
you swear you heard hajime’s voice
but it couldve been just your imagination since you’ve heard him call that for nearly 6 years
you continued walking forward and you jumped to wave when you saw ushijima leaning against the school gates
‘wakatoshi-san!’
you greeted and he nodded, acknowledging your presence
‘y/n, you were late’
you giggled
‘why? did you miss me wakatoshi-san?’
‘hm, yes. the milk bread bakery is going to close in 15 minutes’
he said and held out his hand which you gladly accepted
tooru was basically strangling iwa by how he was so ANGY that his little baby sister was fraternizing with the enemy!!!
back on you though!!!
you still blushed when you held his hand but you knew there was nothing about it bc you ltr almost got ran over once
so basically,
you were finally opening up to going out in public w him as long as it was far away
and he suggested going to some ramen shop that they frequent at for some food
you were just walking side by side and humming a tune when you were interrupted by a loud honk that freaked you out and freeze
but ushijima, being a volleyball player and developing quick instincts, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you both to the side, away from the car
youve never had that experience before so you were quite freaked out and you were just hanging on to his jacket for dear life, hiding your face in it
he sensed your panic and placed a hand on top of your head to provide some comfort
‘its okay, y/n. dont worry bc ill always be there to protect you’
you turned red at that statement but ushijima was known to be very naive and he didnt understand that underlying suggestion in his words
‘thank you, wakatoshi-san’
you mumbled and he gently pried you away but he held your hand
‘this will allow me to pull you quicker and to make sure you dont wander too far’
you pouted
‘hmph, im not a child, wakatoshi-san’
he smiled, surprising you bc wowza was he showing emotions?
‘you need to be taken cared of, do you not? no matter what age, ill still look out for you’
to this day, he still kept your hand on his grip and your heart kept beating really fast
all these hangouts were really showing you the real ushijima wakatoshi that was so different from the court and you really liked it
from the strong and cold and cruel player to the awkward, funny, and naive schoolboy
he was an enigma and you were attracted to the remaining iceberg that maintained being hidden under the waters of his physical appearance
focusing on something else, you were tugging him along excitedly bc you forgot your bento at home today and you STARVED
‘lets get sweets!’
you cheered excitedly and with his hand still laced into yours, he looped it around your shoulders so he pulled you closer
‘semi told me he does this to his girlfriend when she gets too hyper’
um, sire, where did that come from?
from oikawa’s spot, he was starting to get hurt by how harshly he dug his fingernails in his palms while iwa was getting angry at how carelessly this farmer was handling his sister
but you werent bothered by his weird oblivious comments
‘im very hungry so we must hurry, wakatoshi-san!’
‘yes, yes’
unbeknownst to you, he kept looking down to observe your faces
when you would see a store, your eyes would widen and youd mumble about wanting to go there sometimes
when you saw a baby in a stroller, youd coo and unintentionally squeeze his hand
it was cute
and it made his heart jump every time
today was no different occasion
and he was finally able to put a pin into this weird action from his organ
lmao im so tired bruh im cackling as i type
earlier today during practice, he felt that jump when you whined to him about leaving your bento at home and expressing your excitement to get some food
that jump returned and he was so focused on texting you that he didnt notice his teammates watching him in shock
tendou even started hitting semi, confused and flabbergasted
‘ushijima-san,,,’
goshiki started but shirabu smacked him to be quiet
‘oh, i might not come to practice on friday since im going to the doctor’
the mention of the doctor, everyone freaked out bc they cant have their prized player injured or hurt
‘what,, whats wrong?’
semi asked and ushijima finally locked up his phone
‘im having weird random jumps in my chest and slight tickles in my stomach. google told me to go to the doctor if it persists so i made an appointment’
they all sweatdropped
goshiki uwu babie was biting his lip to stop himself from sobbing and thinking his senpai and rival was having an illness
but semi and tendou knew whats up
‘wakatoshi-kun, who were you texting?’
they all noticed the slight widening of his eyes and the sprinkle of light that shined through
‘oh, oikawa y/n. we’re friends now’
everyone shared a look bc he didnt really have friends outside the team and didnt bother himself with unnecessary relationships like these
‘oh god’
tendou mumbled and his grin widened
‘i,,im no doctor, ushijima-san, but i think youre experiencing the symptoms of a crush’
shirabu was basically the smartest than the others combined so when he said something like that, they believed him immediately
‘crush?’
ushijima wondered
‘dont tell me you dont know what that is’
goshiki muttered in disbelief
‘im familiar with the definition of the attraction to another person. but ive never experienced it myself’
yall why am i writing him to talk like this
‘youve been so busy with volleyball your entire life that you probably havent had time to actually admire the girls we have in school’
tendou reasoned so ushijima went to go wait for you by the gates and observed the females that passed by
nope, they all didnt strike him for anything
he just gave up until he saw you waving for him all enthusiastically and there it was
a simple glance at your smile and it leapt
it only got worse when you giggled and he clenched his fist to keep his heart from leaping out of his chest
the entire time, he felt it, especially holding your hand
to really be honest, he only did that after what happened and his mother used to do that to him to protect him from other cars
now that he had someone to protect, he was doing the same thing
you clearly didnt mind and just swung your hands along the entire time
eventually, yall arrived 
the lady at the front was now accustomed by your appearances and she waved at you
‘hello ushijima-kun! oikawa-chan!’
you greeted her happily while ushi just nodded at her
your brother and his best friend decided it was best to stand outside to not garner suspicion ltr yall are stalking and everyone knows since the bell rang whenever it was opened
tooru felt his heart clench at the thought of you being on a date with this,,, !!!! farmer boy!!!!
the sister complex in this one is quite strong
it got even worse when he saw your giggling form and ushijima holding you close with your shoulders
next thing he knew, he entered the bakery and ripped you away from him
ofc you were surprised bc wtf why was here?
‘NII-CHAN?!’
‘oh, hello, oikawa’
^^ 2 types of people
‘didnt you hear me when i told you to stay away from my sister?’
he seethed
‘yes, i heard you. but i dont care’
‘wakatoshi-san!’
you whisper-yelled bc his answer clearly made your brother angrier
‘well, i need you to start caring bc you are not welcome to be a part of our family! i will never accept you as my brother-in-law! i will never visit! you hear me?!’
your eyebrows furrowed and you flushed in embarrassment
‘NII-CHAN! WE’RE JUST FRIENDS! WHAT ARE YOU SPOUTING ABOUT?! AND WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME?!’
he didnt bother to hear you and started dragging you by the arm
but you wrenched out of his grip and ran to ushijima, who held you close
‘hes my friend, nii-chan. i dont care if you dont like him but hes nice to me and he hasnt given me any reason to not be friends. now try to be a grown-up for just a few minutes and leave me alone so i can go hang out with my friend and you go back home with iwa-chan’
you firmly stated, glaring at him and tooru felt sad at this entire thing
were you growing up?
despite only being a year younger, you were always that ran to him for everything bc you looked up to him so much
but now, you were refusing and becoming your own person
you were still his baby sister but now, you were a grown woman who could make her own choices
and he had no choice but to accept that
‘okay. but come back home soon, okay, y/n?’
tooru’s quiet voice made your expression fall and you made a move to go to him but he already made his exit
‘nii-chan,,,’
you mumbled but ushijima placed an arm around your shoulders
‘you can go to him, y/n. we can-’
‘no. im,,, happy that he finally realized it. so lets continue’
you smiled up at him and he nodded, going back to looking through the cupcakes
‘how do you think hed take it if he finds out i like his sister?’
he off-handedly asks to no one but you heard and jumped
okay, you were used to his random comments and questions but this one had to be the one that took you aback the most
‘H-HAH?!’
but he doesnt seem bothered
‘my teammates told me that i have a crush on you so if i were to act on that feeling, would you accept me?’
your eyes flittered everywhere and you grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned him down to his level
‘ar-are you seriously confessing to me right now?’
he shrugged, so nonchalant
‘yes. before getting your brother’s approval, i should get yours first. will you let me be yours, oikawa y/n-san?’
your face scrunched up and you nodded, pulling him in for a hug
‘i like you a lot, ushijima-san. like a lot’
he softly smiled and buried his neck in your neck
‘i noticed when you didnt care about your brother’s dislike towards me’
‘yanno, for someone who is so against us together, hes the reason we even met in the first place’
he pulled away and looked at you
‘really?’
‘yep. i told you this, didnt i? i came for milk bread yet left with a boyfriend’
‘over a span of a few months’
you rolled your eyes but still laughed
‘yes, a few months and nearly a hundred bags of milk bread later’
the old lady was watching the whole thing and only made her presence obvious when she squealed
‘OH YOUNG LOVE! GET ANYTHING YOU WANT TODAY, DEARIES! WE SHALL CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF NEW LOVE AND FOR MANY MORE!’
you and ushijima shared a look before busting out laughing, you freezing when you heard his chuckles
he noticed your stare at him and he asked you whats wrong
you shook your head before grinning
‘im already already looking forward to falling in love with you. so make me fall really hard, okay?’
you just unlocked blushy and flustered ushijima wakatoshi
when you went home that night with bags full of milk bread, your brother practically forgave you
but you accidentally blurted out of your new official relationship and you knew what he did?
oikawa screamed
a/n: sorry if i was gone for 2 days bc selling sunset came season 3 came out on friday !!!! but heres an update and i might post another later bc tomorrow’s my first day of school and id be too busy to update but id probably update in wednesday so feast on these in the meantime!!!!!!
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qveenmikaelson · 4 years
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Otherside
Paring: Massimo x Reader 
Word Count: 2,464
Requested By @ee101abc
Warnings: Character Death, Swearing, Fluff If You Squint, Angst .. I Think Thats It 
A/n : Im Sorry For Taking Forever In Posting But Between Running A Business, Working To Fund Said Business, And Being In School Its A Little Hard Finding The Free Time To Write But I Promise I’m Going To Find A Way, I Haven’t Forgot About You All . So Anyways I Hope You Enjoy And Sorry For Any Mistakes Seeing As To How This Version That You All Are About To Read Is The Second Time I’ve Written This Because The First One Went Poof. 
Lyrics In Bold
Flashbacks In Italics 
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“Do You Ever Think That There’s Something More Out There” You Asked As You And Massimo Sat Out On One Of His Many Balconies Watching The Sun Set Out Over The Ocean.. A Sight That Was Truly Breathtaking. 
“I’m Not Sure What You Mean Principessa” You Laughed At The Quizzical Look On His Face As He Tried To Think Of  What Prompted You To Ask Such A Question
“You Know Like.. Once We Die Ya Know” 
“You Mean Heaven And Hell” He Said Causing You To Slap His Arm In A Playful Manner At The Sarcasm In His Voice 
“Yes And No.. I Just, I Feel Like There’s More Out There. Like This Wouldn’t Be The End” You Said Looking Out Onto The Horizon The Sunset Long Gone 
“Okayyy , You’ve Had Enough To Drink” He Laughed Trying To Reach Over To Take The Glass From Your Hand, Causing You To Abruptly Yank You Hand Back Spilling The Contents Of The Glass 
“Just Know Torricelli There’s More Than This” You Said Taking A Sip Of Your Drink “And When All Is Said And Done, You Will See Me On The Otherside 
5 Months Later 
Massimo Stood In His Office, Looking Out At The Sunset That You And Him Often Found Yourselves Watching Everyday. So Much Was Going Through His Head. Wondering Why You Didn’t Tell Him. If Only He Knew He Could’ve Done Something. So Caught Up In His Thoughts He Didn’t Hear Domenico And Mario Walk In Until They Spoke Up.
“Massimo.. You Cannot Stay In This Office All Day, You Have To Get Out Its Been Three Day.. She Wouldn’t Want This” Mario Said As He Went To Sit In One Of The Chairs Stationed By His Desk 
“Its My House I Will Do As I Damn Well Please”
“I Don’t Agree With Mario On A Lot Of This But He’s Right On This Mas.. This Isn’t Healthy” Domenico Said As He Cautiously Walked Over And Put His Hand On His Shoulder As A Way Of Comfort 
“I Could Have Did Something” Massimo Whispered Turning Away From Domenico As Tears Started To Fall But It Was To Late. Dom Had Already Seen Bringing Him Into A Much Needed Hug 
“There Was Nothing We Could Have Done Mas” Mario Said Standing Up And Walking Towards The Two Men Wanting To Help Comfort The Man He’s Considered A Son “She Had A Heart Condition, There Was No Way Of Us Knowing” 
If The Storm Comes 
If We Burn Up 
If The Wells Run Dry 
You’re My Reason 
To Believe In 
Another Life 
You Never Were The One To Want Peoples’ Sympathy.. Or Fake Sympathy If You Should Put It, You Never Liked The Looks Of Pity People Gave You Whenever Something Bad Happened So When You Went For Your Monthly Check Up And Your Doctor Informed You That You’re Heart Was Failing, The Current Medicine You’d Been Taking No Longer Working And That You Had At The Most Six Months Left You Chose Not To Tell Any One.. Not Wanting To Be Treated Like A Fragile Porcelain Doll For The Rest Of Your Life, Or At Least What You Have Left Of It. 
Walking Into Massimos Office Like You Owned The Place Because In Some Sense You Did, It Was Your Favorite Place In The Whole House And Massimo Couldn’t For The Life Of Him Figure Out Why; You Noticed Him On The Phone And Sat Down At One Of The Chairs In Front Of His Desk Kicking You’re Feet Up Waiting For Him To Get Done With His Call.. Not That You Were In A Rush, You Liked Being In His Presence No Matter What. 
“Sorry That Took So Long, I Wasn’t Expecting You To Drop By Today” Massimo Said Getting Off The Phone An Hour Later. His Loud Voice Causing You To Jump Out Of The Slumber You Unknowingly Slipped Into 
“Huh” You Said As You Jumped Up Causing Massimo To Laugh At Your Confused State. Getting Up To Get Himself A Drink From The Makeshift Bar He Had In The Corner Of His Office Pouring Himself A Glass Of Whiskey And Shaking The Bottle In Your Direction. A Way Of Asking If You Wanted Any, Causing You To Nod Your Head. 
“I Was Saying I Wasn’t Expecting You To Stop By Today.. I Could Have Rescheduled That Call” He Said As He Walked Over To You And Handed You Your Glass 
“There’s No Need For That Mas, You Don’t Have To Reschedule A Call For Me, Especially An Important Business Call” 
“Sciocchezze (Nonsense)” Massimo Said As He Leaned Back Against The Front Of His Desk “So How Was Your Appointment” 
“Oh You Know, Same Ol Same Ol .. Female Stuff” You Started To Say But Massimo Cut You Off Saying He’d Heard Enough Causing You To Laugh At His Displeasure In The Subject 
“So What Do I Owe The Pleasure Of Seeing You Today” 
“I Can’t Just Come And See My Bestfriend Without There Being A Reason” You Said, And If You Were Paying Attention You Would Have Noticed The Slight Falter In Massimos Smile As You Mentioned The Word Bestfriend.. But You Didn’t Caught Up In The Nervousness That You Had Only Six Months Left. Six Months On This Earth, Six Months Until You Wouldn’t Be Able To See His Beautiful Face Anymore. 
“Hey, You Okay” Massimo Reached Out To Touch You Arm, That Simple Action Bringing You Back To Reality, Back To Him 
“Im Fine” You Smiled Up At Him, Then Looked Past Him Noticing The Sun Was Starting To Set 
“You Sure Amore” He Asked Worry Clearly Written On His Face
“Yes, Now Come.. Watch The Sun Set With Me” You Said Grabbing His Hand And Dragging Him Towards The Balcony In His Office 
“Since When Do You Watch The Sun Set”
“Since Now” You Said Walking To The Couch Patting The Spot Next To You For Him To Sit “Life’s Too Short Not To Try New Things And Enjoy The Little Things 
If We Wake Up 
Lose Our Patience 
Or Even Lose Our Lives, Oh
I’ll Feel Lucky
To Say That You’ve Been 
A Friend Of Mine 
Today Was One Of Your Difficult Days, The More Time Passed The More You Had You Good And Bad Days, And Today Was Proving To Be A Bad Day But You Wouldn’t Let That Stop You There Were Things That You Needed To Get Done. First You Had To Stop Buy Your Lawyers Office To Drop Off Some Things To Give To Your Family And Massimo When The Time Came, Then You Had To Clean Out You Apartment. The Task Alone Was Proving Difficult Though Seeing As How You Needed To Sit And Rest Every Couple Of Minutes Causing You To Not Get Much Done. 
You Let Out A Frustrated Scream Throwing The Object You Had In Your Hand Across The Room Knocking Over A Random Box Full Of Stuff. You Were Tired To Say The Least And It Looked Like You Weren’t Getting Closer To Finishing Even Though You Started At Noon, And It was Now Going On Six. In The Midst Of Your Frustration You Didn’t Notice Your Front Door Opening And Closing Massimo Walking Into View Using The Spare Key You Gave Him. You Weren’t Expecting Him To Stop By, But Seeing As How You Haven’t Been By His Place In A Couple Of Days Due To Your Shortness Of Breath Now, Its Not Completely Unexpected 
“What Is Going On In Here” Massimo Said Stepping Over Box After Box Until He Reached The One Open Space You Were Currently Standing In The Middle Of “You Not Trying To Leave Me Are You Principessa” 
“I Could Never Leave You Mas” You Said As A Small Smile Ghosted You Lips, As You Though About The Double Meaning To That Line, And The Soon Inevitable. Massimo Didn’t Miss The The Look Your Face Held Either, Worry Once Again Taking Over His Face 
“I Know I Ask This A Lot But Are You Sure You’re Okay Love” 
“I’m As Good As I’ll Ever Be Torricelli” You Said Smiling Up At Him 
“What’s With All The Boxes Anyways” He Said Taking A Look Around 
“Spring Cleaning” You Said Not Bringing Yourself To Tell Him The Real Reason For Packing All Of Your Things Up 
“In The Middle Of Fall” 
“Hey, You Have To Start Sometime Right” You Said As You Started To Laugh But Soon Turned To A Fit Of Coughing So Harsh It Caused You To Stumble Over Prompting Massimo To Reach Out And Grab You Standing You Up Straight 
“You Okay Principessa” He Said Looking At You With Eyes Of Concern 
“I’m Perfect.. I Have You Hear With Me” You Smiled Up At Him.. Taking In The Man Others Feared But You Called Your Bestfriend, Secretly Wanting To Call Him More “You Know, I Feel Lucky, To Say That You’ve Been A Friend Of Mine, That I Get To Call You My Best Friend.. I Love You Mas” 
“I Love You Too Amore” 
Massimo Eventually Left His Office, Only Moving To His Bed Room But It Was Still Progress. He Just Couldn’t Believe That The Last Words He’d Spoken To You Were “I Love You Too Amore”. If Only You’d Told Him Sooner, Why Didn’t You Tell Him Sooner. He Went To Your House That Day With The Intent Of Telling You How He Truly Felt But He Never Got The Chance. 
You Had Soon Erupted Into Another Coughing Fit The Second Worse Than The First Causing You To Clench At Your Chest And Massimo Eventually Rush You To The Nearest Emergency Room. If Only You’d Told Him, He Would Have Gave You The Best Doctors Money Could By, They Could Have Saved You He Thought. He Would Have Told You That When He Said He Loved You, He Meant It With Every Fiber Of His Being.. And He Would Have Found Out That You Recuperated Those Feelings. 
So Caught Up In His Thoughts He Ignored The Open And Close Of His Room Door Continuing To Stare Up At His Ceiling
“Something Came For You Today” Domenico Said Approaching The Side Of Massimos Bed 
“ I Don’t Care” 
“Its A Letter Fr-” Dom Started To Say But Was Cut Off By Massimo
“I Said I Don’t Give A Damn” He Growled 
Knowing His Friend Is Going Through A Lot Right Now, As They All Are Because You Worked Your Way Into All Of Their Hearts, He Understood The Frustration 
“Its From Yn” Domenico Continued To Say Causing Massimo To Look Over At Him “I Get If You Don’t Want To Read It Right Now, Just Know Its Right Here” 
And With That Domenico Put The Letter On The Nightstand And Left The Room. He Was Hesitant At First But After A Couple Of Minutes Massimo Sat Up And Reached For The Letter, Rubbing His Fingers Over The Envelope Before Ripping It Open, Taking A Moment To Admire Your Hand Writing. Taking A Deep Shaky Breath, He Unfolded The Letter And Started Reading What Was Now Clear Your Last Words To Him  
Dear Massimo, 
     By The Time You Get This Letter, It Will Have Been Three Days After My Funeral. I Know That You Are Probably Held In Your Office Or Room, Drinking Your Life Away Blaming Yourself For This, But It Is Not Your Fault. It Is No One’s Fault. This Is How Things Were Meant To Be And I’ve Came To Terms With That. I Know You Have So Many Questions As To Why This Happened Why I Didn’t Tell You, And I’m Sorry I Didn’t.. I Guess I had My Own Selfish Reasons For Keeping This From You. But To Give You The Explanation You Deserve, I’ve Had A Heart Condition For A Little Over 4 Years Now. I’ve Been On Tons Of Different Medications To Try And Sedate My Condition, But As Time Went On My Condition Worsened And The Medications Stopped Working. I Don’t Want You To Blame Yourself For This, I Don’t Want You To Shut People Out, I Know This Will Be Hard For You, Its Hard For Me Just Writing This Letter. But You Are Massimo Fucking Torricelli, My Bestfriend And The Man I Fell In Love With, And You Will Get Through This.. And When You Time Comes.. You Will See Me Again 
                                                                          Love, Yn
As He Got Done Reading The Letter, He Didn’t Even Realize He Was Crying Again. As He Was About To Lay Back Down Massimo Felt A Breeze, Turning To Get Up So He Could Close His Balcony Door, He Stopped Dead In His Tracks At The Sight In front Of Him. 
Dressed In This Beautiful All White Dress That Just Seemed To Flow Endlessly, And Skin Glowing Stood, His Bestfriend, The Woman He Loved But Never Got To Tell. Goddess Doesn’t Even Begin To Compare To How She Looked. Shocked And Confused As To What He Was Seeing, He Stood There, Afraid To Move, Scared That What He Was Seeing Would Disappear 
“I- .. How” Massimo Stammered.. Feet Still Glued To The Spot As You Walked Closer To Him “How Are You Here Right Now” 
“It Doesn’t Matter How, All That Matters Is That I Am” 
“I Miss You So Much Principessa” Massimo Said As He Reached To Touch Your Face Shocked That His Hand Didn’t Just Fall Through Your Figure “There Is So Much I Need To Tell You.. I Don’t Know If I Can Do This Without You” 
“I Know I Know.. And That Time Will Come” You Said As Your Hand Graced The Side Of His Face As Did His On Yours “And You Don’t Have To Explain Anything I Know” 
“I Wish There Was Something I Could Have Done” He Whispered 
“There Was Nothing You Could Do, Nor Me But Except It” You Said Looking Up At Him “So I Need You To Be Strong For Me Okay” 
“I Don’t Want You To Leave” He Said Placing His Forehead Against Yours And Closing His Eyes.. Taking In Your Embrace 
“Hey” You Said Causing Him To Open His Eyes To Look At You “This Isn’t The End, Let Me Be Your Reason To Believe In Another Life”
“I Love You Mi Amore”
Taking The Chance To Kiss Him Before You Disappeared You Leaned Up And Connected Your Lips With His, Massimo Not Rejecting Eagerly Kissed Back, But After A Couple Of Moments He Started To Fell Your Once Solid Figure Fad Away. Opening His Eyes He Noticed You Smiling At Him But The Image Of You Getting Lighter 
“Don’t Leave”  He Whispered 
“Best Believe Me, You Will See Me On The Otherside” 
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Based On The Song Otherside By Beyonce 
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Lost on You
Chapter 3
Peter Parker x Sister!Reader Steve Rogers x Reader Avengers x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU
Summary: Y/N Parker is Peter’s older sister. She is ten years older than Peter, making her 26 years-old. She is also an Avenger, her powers are very similar to Wanda’s; telekinesis, mind reading, teleportation, and elemental bending. She has been an Avenger far longer than Peter, and like Peter her identity is kept a secret. As well as being an Avenger she works in the lab alongside Tony, she is a science genius. She has also been dating Steve Rogers for the past 3 years. Their relationship is as great as it can possibly be, that is until Steve does something that has Y/n questioning not only their entire relationship, but her place in the Avengers. It opens her eyes to how much of her life has revolved around Steve and work. Never really experiencing life like everyone else her age has.
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My phone has been blowing up for the past two hours. I just can’t bring myself to answer any of the calls and messages coming through.
“Y/n,” Aunt May softly says, bring me out of my trance, “Sweetie you’re going to have to respond to one of them before they show up here.”
The last thing I needed was for Steve to show up.
“I know,” I say, my voice coming off a little hoarse from all the crying.
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The drive to the compound was silent. I was trying my hardest to remain calm and get my emotions in control.
I need to get in, deal with Steve, get some of my things, then leave. And I need to do all of this as quick as possible.
“Okay, we’re here,” Aunt May said, parking the car in front of the entrance.
“Thanks,” I say taking one final breath.
“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?” She asked, reaching out for my hand over the middle console.
“I’m sure,” I tell her, “I’ll call you if I need your help.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting right here,” she says, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” I force a smile.
I exit out of the car and make my way up to our living quarters.
In the elevator my mind was racing. My emotions were all over the place. I was utterly heartbroken, but right now I’m feeling nothing but anger, and betrayal.
I know that at the end of all of this, I will be okay. I’ll just need some time to get there.
And at that final thought, the elevator door opened and there waiting to greet me is everyone. Steve at the forefront of it all. I noticed Tony lingering in the background, putting his phone away. No doubt Aunt May asking him to be on standby.
“Thank god you’re okay,” Steve said rushing over to me, but stopping when I put my hand up.
“Y/n?” Wanda called out, taking notice on my appearance.
I just continued to stare Steve down. Taking in his appearance.
How could this man, standing in front of me do something so horrible to me. How could this man who proclaimed his love for me everyday do this to me.  How could this man that was nothing but good, do this. How could this man that made me feel so incredibly loved do this. How could this man that I swore I was going to spend the rest of my life with, just give it all up. How could this man be so selfish.
“Y/n,” Steve whispered, reaching his hand out for mine. I pulled my hand away before he could.
I looked over to the left, where Natasha was, immediately making eye contact with her. How could she do this to me? She shift uncomfortable under my stare. I look back to Steve, then once more back to Nat, and finally back to him.
His face immediately fell.
He knows now.
“Y/n,” he whispers, trying to keep the conversation between us.
“I am so sorry,” he shakily says, his eyes starting to well up with tears.
“How could you?” I ask, my voice breaking.
“How could you both?” I ask again, looking over at Nat, who was also on the verge of crying.
Everyone around the room was looking around, confused about what was going on. I noticed Tony immediately catching on to what was happening, and I can tell he’s trying to restrain himself.
“How could you just hurt me like that?” I turn back to Steve.
“It was a mistake,” he said, his bottom lip quivering, “I swear to you, it only happened that one time. And it will never happen again.”
“I should’ve told you,” he cried, “But I was so afraid of losing you.”
“So instead you guys tried to cover it,” I tell him, the anger slowly creeping back in, “and didn’t think that I would find out. As if I don’t have access to everything in this compound.”
“We didn’t want to hurt you,” Nat spoke up.
“You didn’t want to hurt me?” I scoffed, “Should’ve thought about that before having sex with my boyfriend.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you tried to delete the footage,” I tell her, “The footage that not only did I see, but my brother and Aunt happened to see as well.”
“Y/n, can we please talk about this in private?” Steve begged, his face covered in tears.
“No, we can’t,” I tell him, “because there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind. Nothing. Because what you two did, I’ve never felt so betrayed before.”
“I loved you Steve,” I softly cried out, “I never thought in a million years you would do this to me. But you did. So now we both have to pay the price for your actions.
“I’m so utterly heartbroken right now, but I know eventually I will be fine. And that we’ll be fine. But we will never be what we once were.”
The room was silent, aside from the sniffles coming from Nat, Steve, and I. No one knew what to say or do, they all just waited for one of us to make the final move.
“So,” I say trying to collect myself, “I’m going to be taking some time off, and when I come back I’ll be in a different room. We still have to work together, and lucky for you two I know how to be professional.”
“Y/n-,” Steve says.
“No, Steve,” I stop him, “there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind. It’s already done. I’m going to go collect some of my things and be on my way.”
With that, I make my way across the room to the room that will never be mine again. Tony following closely behind me, and Wanda behind him.
As we walked into the room, I quickly made my way to the closet.
“Y/n?” Tony called from behind.
“Can you please grab my suitcases from under the bed, thanks,” I tell him, as I begin to grab clothes.
“Y/n?” Wanda called as well.
“Can you please grab my toiletry stuff from the bathroom. The bag for it should be under the sink,” I instruct her, as I continued to grab and fold clothes.
Tony and Wanda shared a look, before doing what was asked.
In about fifteen minutes we had four suitcases packed with enough shoes and clothes to last me the next two weeks.
“Thank-you.” I quietly thanked the both of them.
“Of course. Is there anything else you need?” Wanda asked, concerned laced throughout her face.
“Yeah, actually do you think you can make sure no one is out there when I leave?” I asked her, “I just don’t need an audience for this. I’ve had enough of that for the night.”
“Yes, of course. I’ll come back once it’s cleared,” She smiles weakly at me.
“You okay?” Tony asked hesitantly, afraid of saying the wrong thing that might have me fall apart.
“No,” I honestly answer, “but I just need to get out of here before I fall apart. Anymore than I already have.”
“I could just kill him. Both of them,” he said, his protective side coming out.
“Well, don’t,” I tell him, “not on my behalf at least. The world still needs them.”
“Well then I’m just going to be working them a lot harder,” he says, trying to make a joke. I try to force out a laugh.
Tony stops and looks at me. His face so full of concern. I know he means well, and he just wants me to be okay. Since joining the Avengers six years ago, he’s kind of taken on the surrogate father role, not just to me but to Peter as well.
“I’m so sorry kid,” his voice breaks. He pulls me into his arms for a hug, tightening his grip on me.
“I know,” I tell him, muffled into his suit jacket.
After a few moments in silence, we pulled apart, Tony placing a kiss on my forehead before letting go completely.
“It’s empty,” Wanda announced, walking back into the room.
“Thank-you,” I tell her, hugging her, while Tony collects two of the suitcases.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says into the hug.
I nod to her as we pull apart. I grabbed the other two suitcases and Tony and I made our way to my awaiting Aunt.
As we exit the building the rush of fresh air hit us, and my Aunt was rushing out of my car to open the trunk for the bags.
“Thank-you,” she whispered to Tony.
“Of course,” he tells her.
“Ready?” My aunt asked, as she closed the trunk after placing in the final bag.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I tell her as we make our way to the driver and passenger side of the car.
Tony holding the passenger side open for me.
“Thank-you,” I tell him, “For everything.”
“Anytime kid,” he says, “If you need anything, just call. Hell you can even put whatever you want on my credit card.”
“Now don’t tell me that,” I try to joke, getting into the car.
“Seriously,” he says becoming serious, “Whatever you want. Go be a dumb 26 year-old. Forget about the Avengers and the lab for the next two weeks.”
“I’ll try,” I tell him.
“Bye,” he said, closing the door.
I glanced in the side mirror, at the compound fading in the background. As soon as we were out the gates, I broke down. All of the emotions I was holding in came pouring out.
These next two weeks were going to be difficult.
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kibleedibleedoo · 4 years
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Hero of your own Fate 2/?
Thorin x reader
Warnings - brief mention of mental illness, slow burn
A/n - sorry it's a long one
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~Thorin's POV~
It had been a long detour via the Blue mountains which unfortunately had not born any fruit. All Thorin could think about was a hot meal and a place of safety to sleep tonight. He was getting far too old to be a solitary nomad. His fantasising of his next meal led thorin down his third wrong turn of the evening. The shire was full of winding roads that seemed to follow no logical order in their constuction. Thorin could see the house up on a hill, by mahal he probably could hear the company from back in Bree, but he just could not find the right path to get there and the fading like was offering him no favours.
Thorin watched confused as the heavens seemed to rip open as Bagend was aurrounded by a vrief thunder storm and depositing a girl on top of the hill. From this distance it was hard to tell but she certainly wasnt one of his kin and the clothes she was wearing made ger look out of place in this world. Maybe you were a one of a secretive kind, some even more secretive than dwarves that few even knew the existance of. He watched as you settled yourself and entered the hobbit hole. Something deep inside him was drawn to this unfamiliar woman so deep that Thorin was taken by surprise when he knew how to get to that blasted house, to get to you.
~Reader's POV~
That evening was a whirlwind so much seemed to happen in so little time. The quest was explained along with the risks and contracts were handed out to you and the other burglar Bilbo. It took many by surprise when he fainted at the thought of incineration, sure it would be a bad way to go but an instant death was far more preferable than a long drawn out one, the only one not surprised was the leader of our company Thorin oakenshield. He seemed to react to the hobbit with pure annoyance even going so far as to question him on battle experience upon entering poor Bilbo's home. You had no battle experience at least none in hand to hand combat. You cast your mind back to one of your childhood school trips where you were taught how to fire an arrow and a bit of fencing neither of which you were any good at, at the time which gave you little hope for your ability to fight on this quest. You needed training or you would be a liability and you were positive the whole company knew it.
You took the time during Bilbo's recovery to pull Gandalf aside.
"what am i doing here?" you asked rather annoyed with the wizard.
"You offered to help in the café did you not?" he quipped knowing the answer.
"Yes but there is no point me joining if i am only going to be a liability Gandalf" you huffed, you wanted to help you really did but there was no point volunteering for this quest if it was going to end in your demise or the demise of some of the dwarves before the quest is complete.
"You posess talents aside from fighting that will come in useful that I am sure something that those of middle earth lack" the wizard mused. He was almost certainly keeping something to himself about what you could contribute. Before you could respond he continued "I took the liberty of packing supplies for you, some hygiene products from your home but mainly supplies from here for the journey. They are with your pony at the stables" Your eyes grew wide as you realised the wizard had gone through your things.
"You broke into my house!" you exclaimed in a hushed tone trying to stop any of the dwarves from prying, unfortunately you could not seem to shake the handsome one's peircing gaze. "What if my roommate saw you? omg wait what did you see in my stuff!" at this point you were starting to panic, your roommate had always suffered from anxiety and happening upon a strange man riffling through your stuff wasnt exactly something they would take in their stride.
"I was not seen, and magic comes in useful in your realm too" he chucked "the essentials come to me, they seemed nicely organised so I packed the entire bag for you" mentally you were piecing together what you would be carrying. That bag contained your toothbrush, toothpaste, a few wash cloths, deoderant, conditioner, a spare pair of panties, and some everyday makeup items. Okay so no shampoo, you werent exactly sure when you would get the opportunity to wash your hair while trekking across this world but you had heard others try a no-poo style of washing their hair so that must be what you would have to do from now on. "Along with what is already packed here are a new set of clothes to help you fit in better and if you will let me I can exchange and money you have for coin you can use here." You werent sure exactly where he had stored the fresh clothes but he seemed sincere so you handed your bag over to him.
"Dont touch anything else in there, you only have permission to exchange currency" you said in a stern voice "they might not all work here but they are important to me" you finished softly. You took the clothes to a seperate room and closed the door behind you. It was dark but you still had your phone in your pocket so could use the torch for a while. You silently thanked whatever deity was up there that your parents had got you a solar powered power bank for christmas and it was in your bag, where you always kept it, your phone might run out of battery soon but you knew that you would be able to look through your photos whenever you got homesick on this quest. You turned your attention to the clothes, inspecting each item you noticed the outfit looked like something that would have been worn during the 18th century back home. Luckily your roomate was studing fashion history at the local university so you knew where all the fabric was supposed to go. Gandalf had also been nice and provided you with a corset which did up on the front, looking at them you could almost hear your roommate telling you this style was called a 'pair of bodies' and you chuckled knowing that while this outfit might be more practical than what you were wearing it was still going to be a nuisance to put on and wear all the time. You got undressed and threw the shift over your underwear, not ready to give up your modern bra and pants just yet, next you decided you still wanted to wear your leggings. If you were supposed to learn how to ride a horse tomorrow you sure as hell were going to have some fabric between your skin and the saddle plus it would preserve some of your dignity if you fell off and your skirt flew over your head. Time for the corset, the stomacher was rock hard which you thought might provide some protection, against what you werent quite sure of yet, and the corset was surprisingly easy to lace up at the front. The next item you loved, it was a shame modern women's fashion hated them so much but these bags you tied at your waist formed huge pockets which could fit most of the contents of your bag in without anyone being any the wise. The petticoat and skirt followed and a jacket tied the look together. You decided your doc martens would be far better to wear than whatever flimy shoe gandalf had provided so with your outfit complete you returned to the company.
Gandalf sat there smiling with a bag of coins in his hand. You felt you looked slightly ridiculous, especially since your bosom was more pronounced than in your oversized tee.
"Now you look like you belong here" he took a sip of wine and nodded.
"I might look like it but I have still kept some of my modern luxuries" you responded smugly waving your t-shirt a bit. He smirked handing you over the coins and your backpack back. You stuffed the tshirt in with the rest of your stuff and made a mental note to wear it as a pyjama top.
~Thorin's POV~
Y/N had disappeared off into one of the rooms shortly after her argument with gandalf. It seemed like the company had lost both of their burglars within the space of five minutes. Thorin huffed and sat back next to Balin who was always a source of comfort to him even before Erebor fell.
"We do not have time to delay Balin, if we must leave without them then that is what we must do" Thorin sighed, fewer and fewer folk were supporting this mission a band of 13 dwarves and a wizard was hardly a match for a dragon if Smaug still lived.
"I know lad, have faith this is a worthy quest and mahal would not have forsaken us" Balin smiled reassuringly at Thorin. Balin trusted Thorin like he trusted no other, he knew Thorin would give anything for his people and would do everything in his power to provide them with a place of sanctuary. The pair sat in silence for a few moments when Y/N came out of one of the rooms in a different outfit. The dress made her look like one of them, it fitted her so much better than what she had on before and Thorin found himself staring in awe at her.
"it seems she hadnt given up on us afterall" Balin nudged Thorin grabbing his attention
"aye but does a woman belong on this quest" Thorin sighed "she looks weaker than Dis and we wouldnt allow her to join us"
"she will be fine" Balin was puzzled by Thorin's sudden change in attutude until he realised Thorin was still watching the lass like a hawk. "she will have us to protect her and Im sure you wouldnt mind training her" Balin joked.
"I will not let her presence effect this quest, we will make sure she is trained" Thorin barked back. Both dwarves knew it was already too late just her sheer presence made Thorin reconsider his priorities.
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teddibearclub · 4 years
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my favourite things kpop boys have said:
eric: a long time ago i dressed up as a princess but now i want to dress up as-
kevin: a prince?
eric: no, geodude from pokémon
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kevin: i don’t know what a het is
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20 seconds of silence
jisung (skz): gay!
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kevin: van gogh was found wigless and shook in his grave, thank you for that narrative.
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mark lee: i feel like the possibility of those possibilities being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen
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johnny: i was thinking we could also go for like frozen yogurt
mark completely changing the tone straight faced: oh i’m not a yogurt fan, i can’t eat yogurt
johnny: no it’s like ICEcream
mark: i know
johnny: ok nevermind
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mark lee to a random person : excuse me do you know this song “party on the city where the heat is on all night in the beach where the beat is on, welcome to miami”
the person:
mark lee: i’m sorry ok
*later*
mark lee: hey do you guys know this song-
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mark lee: wow this country music is making this texas feel more like texas, even more like texas
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mark lee: my fingers aren’t mine
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jaemin: then i’m jin ramyum
dream: oiiiiii
renjun: i feel like dying
dream:
renjun: what’s wrong?
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mark lee to a squirrel: check this out hey buddy aw come on man waaeyay
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mark: woah it’s actually different from santa monica beach because i always thought that all beaches were the same and it actually isn’t
johnny: that’s horrible how you think that
mark: i mean like in a way you know it’s just like water and a shore and then sand but now it’s different
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renjun: in the case that this works out for me, i am going to go to the moon. i don’t want to live on this earth.
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ten: *does a cute thing then looks at renjun* why are you looking at your hyung like that?
renjun: i’m scared
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doni: can you do something like jeno did?
renjun: i don’t really understand korean that well
doni: suddenly? chenle, is there anything you can do?
chenle: i don’t understand...
*renjun and chenle high five*
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renjun: i have an animal that i’m afraid of and i don’t have plans on revealing what it is
johnny: why? what animal is it
jeno: tell us!
renjun: it’s humans
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renjun on weekly idol: i’m confident in korean
renjun anytime he doesn’t want to answer something: i’m not good at korean
renjun fluent in korean: korean is hard for me! :)
mr fluent in korean speaking in korean: i can’t speak korean though?
renjun to dream who know he’s fluent: i’m bad a korean you know
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mark: we gathered up together in the early morning it’s nice
renjun: as we’ve been together since early in the morning, i’m tired of being together now
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renjun: emergency exits remind me of nctzens
jeno: *spitting out his water*
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renjun: today though such a fun program like idol room, i learned that the world is a cold and unfair place
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mark: there’s so much generation difference between us
renjun pushing mark away: let’s keep our distance then
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renjun: i wonder what it’ll be like when i become an adult, im worried i feel like i’ll have to be more responsible, but seeing mark.. there isn’t much to it, i mean he can drink now but that’s about it
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yukhei: you see i’m born in the 80s so i don’t know about slang
renjun pointing to kun: what about that guy over there?
kun: *ready to murder*
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sicheng: the scene where i appear-
renjun: YOU IMMEDIATELY DISAPPEAR
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renjun to jeno: because you are even less fun than usual i am giving you this award
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renjun: we’re so boring so fans must be pressing all the hearts out of boredom
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renjun: so if i don’t win i have to pair up with the mc?
mc: yes
renjun: i should pull myself together then
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mc: why are you so good at korean?
renjun: i’m not good at korean
doni: *grabs renjun because he’s a lying brat*
renjun: *happily showing the camera he is being attacked* why aren’t you fixing my clothes?
doni: *fixing renjuns shirt because he’s a king and it’s what he deserves*
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renjun after losing every game: this is like we’re in a movie maybe there will be a big plot twist at the end
doni: there won’t
renjun: as expected from a biased pair of people
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renjun and chenle talking
jisung: what are you guys saying?
renjun: if you want to know learn the language
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mark: do we get a prize?
mc: we have an expensive gift prepared
renjun: now it’s worth doing!
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chenle: wow my chinese is so good
renjun: nice! did you forget you’re chinese?
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i cant remember who said this probably renjun: i think nct dream, you can say we are kind of a fun team, but when i look at the hyung team i feel frustrated, please gain strength hyungs
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mark: ive been wearing the shoes renjun made, they’re very comfortable
renjun: i didnt make them comfortable i just drew on them
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renjun: a spoiler? what if i get fired from the company?
donghyuck: get fired? us? get fired? lmao
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kevin: jacob i’ve been waiting forever for this moment
jacob: waiting for what? waiting for me?
kevin: honey i see you everyday
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jacob: the scent of autumn, the scent of leaves
kevin: we’re indoors but okay
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kevin: kid, mama’s gotta dance
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renjun: *speaks in chinese*
jeno: wow you are so good at chinese, did u study it a lot?
renjun: yes
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ten: oh this is not icecream this is butter
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johnny: there’s this thing too where girls call guys as “oh daddy” but not like a real dad
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tens birthday note to johnny: i wanna have xxxx with you fatass! love you forever darling
mark: i don’t think we should read that
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donghyuck: a six-pack is too heavy for me, so now i only walk around with a one-pack. i leave the other five behind.
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nct: goodnight
mark: don’t let the bed bugs bite
ten: open your eyes
nct: NO CLOSE YOUR EYES! CLOSE YOUR EYES!
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johnny: my dad knew i likes beans so like he was playing with beans, and he dropped it and then he dropped it on a rock and it slid and then hot water started falling, and then coffee
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host: wow your english is really good
johnny: i’m from chicago
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johnny: i chose fried mackerel, mackarol, mackarel, the fish, mackerol, mackerel, mackarel *cute shrug*
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jungwoo: trip to space
johnny: you wanna go home?
mark: that’s where he came from
jungwoo: my friends are there
mark: that’s his home town
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jacob: i cant compare to him so-
kevin: it’s okay jacob everyone’s an artist in their own way
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kevin: fun fact i used to do gymnastics
jacob: SAME
kevin: oh really!!
jacob: and then i quit :)
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chenle: talking to reporters-
jisung: harry potter
jisung in excitement: ha-REPORTER
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kevin in distress: jacob you have no beyoncé in your library, what is this? WHAT IS THIS!?
jacob: no i respect her i love her music
kevin making a scissor motion with his hands: you know what this is? scissors. to cut our friendship.
jacob: why are you exposing me like that
kevin: i’m just kidding, if beyoncé can forgive jayz i can forgive you jacob”
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kevin: jacob came back from canada with a suitcase full of cereal
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donghyuck: oh canada, this is korea man don’t forget okay.
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mark lee: wait chips means fries right? 
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kevin: sam if you’re out there i’m still waiting for you to *cough* TEXT ME BACK
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jacob: and jeff i love you
tbz: awww
kevin: mY nAmE jEfF
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chenle pointing at a roller coaster: do you wanna ride?
jisung: hell no i’ll die
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chenle: jisung which sunglasses are better these or the other ones
jisung: both are mediocre
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doyoung: that’s a difficult question because i don’t read
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fan: comments something about renjun stealing their heart
renjun: i don’t know how to react to these types of comments... why are you all like this? everyone let’s self reflect...
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renjun: pretend we’re close in front of the camera
donghyuck: we’re supposed to be close friends right? this is going to be hard 
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ten: xiaojun stop being dramatic challenge
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taemin from shinee: *singing replay by shinee*
yukhei: that’s not it
yukhei *showing taemin from shinee how to sing a shinee song*
mark: *dying in the background*
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bambam talking about got7’s first album: you know the time we thought we was so cool, we was so good, but then we look back and it’s like what the hell
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jae: would you rather wake up in someone’s body or wake up without being able to communicate?
brian: i’d rather not communicate
jae: then you can’t sing
brian: i’m fine with that, my parents gifted me this body
day6: ??? the fuck ???
sungjin: what if you wake up in JYPs body one day?
day6:
day6: what about it. i love it. that’s would be lovely
jae: we love you boss 👍
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jae: what would you forget?
dowoon: i ate some ants as a kid
wonpil: i ate pill bugs
sungjin: i ate soap
wonpil: everyone’s eaten soap, what about crayons?
jae: crayons???
wonpil: they looked delicious when i was a kid
brian: i’ve eaten them
sungjin: they must’ve tasted good
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dowoon: *stuffing marshmallows in his mouth*
brian: no you can do more STOP CHEWING PUT IT IN
dowoon muffled: i think i’m going to die
brian: you think you’re going to die??
brian smiling: sorry he might die , he might choke to death
jae: *reaching over to stuff more marshmallows in dowoons mouth*
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brian gets a dare to sing everything he says: dare or dare~
dowoon: oooowwooo~
brian: this is my dare don’t take it from me~
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q: can you name my bird
renjun: ...if i say to name it “bird” will u want to hit me
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mikmikisnotcrack · 6 years
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Music Box || Im Jaebum
Fantasy AU: Ghost! Jaebum
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• Your grandmother was a lil weird
• When you were a kid, she always told you weird stuff. A lot of them revolved around one thing though, and that was witchery
• You thought it was really cool that your grandmother told you this witchery stuff, but eventually your parents told you that it was all just fictional.
• It ruined your childhood, but hey, you still thought your grandmother was cool
• But when you grew up, she became weaker and eventually passed away.
• You were absolutely devastated. I mean, who wouldn't? You had a cool grandma who always told you witchy stories and who was by your side whenever you had problems in your life.
• Before she passed though, she had given you a carousel music box that you were told has been around for ages.
• You kept it on your bedside drawer so that you wouldn't feel alone.
• Whenever you stressed about exams, deadlines, your best friend Jackson or work, you always turned to the music box for comfort.
• Though, when you thought it made you feel like you weren't alone
• You didn't think it would actually make you feel less lonely
• Because you sWeAr tO gOd you feel a presence around you ever since you brought the music box into your apartment.
• It could just be you being paranoid because it was your first time being away from your family home
• But legit it felt like someone else was in the room
• You wanted to consider putting it back in your old room back at home, but it has stuck with you for too damn long to NOT be by your side. Besides, it was from your witchy grandma, why would you keep it away from you?
• One night, you were incredibly stressed. Finals were coming up in multiple subjects of yours and it was really hard to balance that with your part time job as a barista.
• On top of that, some professors were so helpful in lessening your stress by giving some paper works due! How fun.
• The night was full of your constant groans of frustration and the sound of paper crumpling.
• It was 2:30 am you wanted to drop the fuck out right there and then as you slammed your head down on the multiple papers scattered on your desk.
• The frustration from the past few days that you bottled up was finally bursting, and now here you were, crying on the bond papers that have been on your desk.
• Until you heard it
• Your music box was fucking playing
• Your head snapped over to your desk where you saw the music box playing. The little gold horses were spinning.
• This shit was something straight out of a horror movie.
• The moment your head left the papers, they all went flying off your desk. You didn't even know how to react because all the windows were closed and your fan wasnt open. You're haunted fOR S U R E
• "You know, you should really take it easy on yourself"
• You whipped your head around but nobody was there.
• Nope nope nope nope
• You pushed away all the papers that remained on your desk, shut your laptop, shut your textbooks, and went straight to your bed, covering yourself with the duvet.
• The music box will not stop playing!!
• You inhaled sharply before you were met face to face with a boy with dark hair and eyes to match.
• You wanted to scream, but you didn't know where your voice fucking went
• "You know, it's really bad to pent up your frustration like that. You should relax"
• "P-Pardon???"
• "You heard me"
• Your eyes were wide as dinner plates. This guy was definately not here when you entered the aprtment
• And this guy was definately not a normal human being!!!
• "Ohhh shit I forgot that humans aren't used to this thing... sorry"
• No shit humans arent used to that thing!! It's not everyday your dead grandma's music box plays in the middle of three am and a ghost throws off your damn paperwork!!!
• "You know what, my stress levels are sky rocketting right now! I'm seeing things!! I should really go to bed!!"
• And with that, you turned to face the opposite way from ghost boy and put the duvet up to your nose.
• Before you completely fell asleep, you heard your papers being fixed and the lamp on your desk turning off.
• "Good night (Y/n)"
• The next morning you woke up a little more refreshed than normal.
• It was a friday, which meant that your classes started a little later than usual.
• You brushed your hair and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
• After doing your morning routine and picking out your clothes, you went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
• Except, it was already made for you.
• There in the kitchen, was ghost boy placing the sunny side up egg on the freshly cooked bibimbap
• "Oh, you're awake"
• Proceeds to pour you a cup of coffee in a shameless "stressed, depressed, kpop obsessed" mug
• "Uhhh, y e a h"
• "You should eat up, your finals will be coming up today and you need nutrients to keep your head functioning"
• Places the mug on the bar counter.
• "Well? What are you waiting for? Eat up"
• You reluctantly take a seat on your favorite bar stool and dig into the bibimbap. It was surprisingly reslly good! It tasted exactly...
• "The way your grandma used to make it?"
• "Excuse me???"
• "Oh! Im not a mind reader or anything, it's just that a huge wave of nostalgia just appeared on your face and I just thought that you thought... Yeah, I'm just gonna stop right there"
• You took a sip on the coffee he had made and realised it was exactly how you make it! With a huge amount of creamer and sugar.
• You watched as he leaned on the bar counter and eyed you down.
• "How are you doing that?" You ask
• "Doing what?"
• "You're definately not human, because I know for a fact that I do not have a roommate and you appeared out of no where... Yet here you are, you just cooked breakfast for me AND scared the shit out of me last night"
• "Oohhhh fuck um... Sorry about that. I'm Jaebum by the way"
• You squinted at him as you proceeded to drink your hella good coffee.
• He pulled at the collar of his black hoodie nervously as you eyed him down
• "ANYWAYS! Ghosts that have been around for some time become more powerful, and we learn how to lift objects and do normal mundane shit. Though, not exactly as mundane because we're still technically spirits with no bodies"
• "Interesting..."
• Once you finished your food, he took it from the counter and placed it in the sink while you made your way back to the room.
• You were about to pack your notebooks, but you realised that Jaebum had done it for you.
• Wow, a very helpful ghost!
• "I guess I'll talk to you later???" You say before exiting your apartment.
• "Lmao as if you have a choice on not talking to me"
• Son of a--
• And with that, you leave!
• After another eventful day, you come back home to find Jaebum on the couch eating the honey butter chips that you stored away in your shelf while he watched Strong Woman Do Bong Soon on netflix.
• "Yah, those are my chips!"
• "Woops"
• It was a weekend tomorrow, so you didn't have to worry about any of your shit. Free time for you, yay!
• You dressed up in your favorite t-shirt, a huge hoodie and a pair of shorts and mads your way back to the living room and watched SWDBS with your ghost friend.
• "Soooo Jaebum, why the hell are you here??"
• He pauses the drama before turning to you.
• "Weeellll I may or may not be binded to your music box and I can't go anywhere else"
• "W h y???"
• "Strap in, I'm telling you a longass story"
• So! From what you have found out, Jaebum's mom really liked the music box that she was gifted with during her and her husband's first wedding anniversary. However, that marriage slowly spiralled down into chaos once Jaebum was born.
• When Jaebum grew older, they eventually divorced yet his mother never let go of the love she felt for her husband. Eventually she died, still holding the music box
• Jaebum was surprised that she wasnt the one that haunted the music box
• He swore to himself that he would protect the thing his mother cherished the most and the person who cherished the carousel music box.
• So his mom's best friend's daughter ended up getting the music box after the both of them had died... And that daughter ended up to be one of the ancestors who passed down the music box, until it was handed to you.
• "Soooo you dont have any plans on going, idk, to heaven?? Or hell"
• "yAh I am a good ghostie with good intentions!! Why would I go to hell?!"
• "I dont know!! Just saying!!"
• "I dont know, maybe when you die I'll consider going back to heaven"
• And that is how you got stuck with your ghost friend Jaebum!
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dbtrilogy2 · 7 years
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Chris
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After my talk with Carlton I feel like I could take some of my own advice. Camila and I are in a good place but I feel left out my kids lives. Hell I don't even know if any of them are passing or failing classes. Well I know Stanley is good she our little genius. I sat tellin my best friend what to do giving him personally advice and I'm only doing half the shit I said. That needs to be fixed.
Pulling up to the elementary school locking my car I walk up into the building. As I knock on the front desk the older rep jumped a little. "Oh you scared me."
"I'm sorry miss Clam you looking nice today." She's worked at this school starting when Mona and Stanley got here.
"Thank you Mr.Washington. What can I do for you?"
"First you can just call me Chris and second call my son for early dismissal."
Grabbing the needed papers she came back. "So what's getting him out hopefully something important."
"Yes ma'am always." I smirk winking sliding back the papers.
She giggled blushing waving me off. I sat waiting for Maurice to come down. Seeing me he smiled ran into my arms.
"Dad what am I doing out of school early?"
Riffing his hair putting him in a headlock I walk us out the school. "We gonna go chill." As we reach the doors a group of little girls called out to him waving. "What's that your fan club?"
"Something like that. A lot of girls like me dad they keep saying Im cute."
"I guess you ok I look way better tho." I let him go.
Before we get in he begged me to take a picture of him.
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"Yeah this about to get me hella likes. One time this girl sent me a picture of her in a bra." He snickered as I pull out into the street.
"What how old was she?"
"Sixteen I think but I clowned her called her a pedophile."
See I didn't know this. I gotta step up my parenting now.
"So look I just wanted to spend some time with you I know your mom and I slipped and slowed down on time we spend with you guys and I wanna fix that."
"Is this because uncle Carlton and aunt becca getting a divorce?"
"Nah who said that?"
"Elias told me how they always fighting and his dad don't be home all the time anymore."
I guess these kids are more involved than I thought. Sometimes we adults get so into whatever we got going on we don't bother to check with the kids. If they remain clueless that's great but if they happen to hear something or see something we gotta deal with that. We never really pay attention that these situations could in the long run have an affect on these kids and do some fucked your shit to them mentally or emotionally.
I don't want to be part of my kids having a down fall. As the parent I want them to come to me about any and everything. I was like that with my dad before losing him I told him everything and we were super close because of that. His death had a big toll on me I was so focused on supporting my mom and new sister to deal with my own problems. Eventually I broke down to my mom.
"Don't worry about that no one is getting divorced. They are working on their problem. You wanna get some food or go somewhere?"
"Uh we can go to the academy and play some ball. I gotta show you this one move...drives the girls crazy."
He is my son that shit is clear as day. Going with his idea I take the route to the academy. On the way he plugged in his phone to the AUX turns out he had a lot of music I fucks with. He recorded us rapping to songs and everything. My phone rang through the Bluetooth in the car with my wife calling.
"Hey mom!"
"Im beatin both y'all ass when y'all get home!"
Damn. "Why baby?"
"Don't baby me Christopher why did you take Maurice out of school early!?"
"I wanted to spend time with my son is that so wrong?" He snickered at us recording on his phone.
"It is wrong when you taking him out of school you could've waited until after."
"I know baby you right. But don't be callin acting like a psycho all on my phone woman."
"Nigga shut up you better take care of my son or you gonna deal with me."
Smirking I chuckled. "Why you acting out mama? You need me to-"
"Ah ah don't be nasty go back to your little father son thing. I love you pumpkin!"
He laughed. "Love you to mom!"
"What about daddy?"
She laughed. "I'll call my dad later...be home before dinner."
With that she hung up. "Your mom stay trippin."
"Yeah I know she stay treating me like a baby still."
"Cause you are baby son. She'll lighten up tho don't worry."
We walk into the academy heading straight for the gym. Instead of playing a real one in one game we just shy around. I remember doing this with my old man. He had skills.
"So catch me up on what you got going on." I shot hearing that sweet sound of success.
"Just school...you know I only hang with my family."
"Such a loner why don't you make friends at school?"
"They fake. Everyone either wants to show me some talent they got to get to you or asking for my sisters or mom number. It's annoying so I don't bother being around them anymore than needed." He shot gaining a swish after rolling around the ring.
"Does it bother you that me and your mom are famous?"
"Eh not really except when we go out and those camera people be following us around."
"Ok that's good. Since you a loner I guess that means no girlfriend or anything huh?"
I smirk passing the ball to him after I missed my last shot. He chuckled doing a lay up. "Not really some of the girls be the most fake. I do like this one girl but I don't think she even knows I exist."
"Really? What's her name?"
"Angel...looks like one to. She's got dark chocolate skin and long hair really pretty eyes and on the spelling team."
He done ran down her whole information pack to me. Must be a real special girl. "Well imma give you this little bit of girl advice. If you feel like she don't notice you make yourself known but slightly. Start by saying hi to her when you see her nothing over the top then just gently move into the friend zone get to know her and everything else will fall into place as it should."
"Ok I can do that. I just wanna get a girl like mom so we can be happy like you guys.
Mona
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"Oh look at this one....I swear she think she cute." Scroll through Stanley secret musically I chuckled looking for the right now.
We are eating at Olive Garden and I wanted to make everyone laugh. What's funnier than this shit!?
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"What the hell was that hair thing? Oh my god I swear she so full of herself." Clare mugged the video until it ends.
"Ay why are we watching her stuff if it's secret for a reason." One of the girls questioned interrupting me and Clare laughs.
"To expose her. Look at this she only made it private so no one can see that I'm so shy so sweet so innocent BS is just a act. She just as much a hoe as any other girl."
They all looked at me shocked.
"Wow Mona."
"What is up with you...that's your sister. You being a sneaking bitch behind her back like y'all ain't grow up together."
"First for the millionth time she is not nor has she ever been my sister-"
"But she your parents daughter tho."
"Bitch only on paper! Everyone so stuck up her ass I swear. Y'all act like she all that but if it wasn't for my parents she'd probably be either in a stank foster home or  laid out on her back somewhere." Clare laughed while the others stared at me.
"Girl ain't nobody stuck up her ass it's called being a friend."
See what I'm talking about! Everyone lately is just flipping sides on me choose this...orphan over me! I remember a time where the world revolved around me. It all came tumbling down after the twins came and miss kiss ass started doing just that. While I enjoy my young life she's making bottles, changing diapers, babysitting without pay and a whole bunch other extra shit.
My actual blood birth parents started treating me like a outsider. Stanley gets special treatments for simple everyday thing you suppose to do. I got A's and B's and get a purse while she got straight A's and got a trip to universal! How does that add up it's not fair. I'm being treated like the extra load when really it's her. She's the intruder the outsider the ugly duckling.
"Whatever I'm done talking about that hoe what's the plans for the weekend?" Clare asked.
The other gave bland answers back. "Well we are going to a party...a college party."
They all looked at each other then us.
"You know what I'm out I can't do this anymore. Y'all bitches got problems."
One by one they left leaving just me and Clare. I should probably mention how we started hanging out again. The day Julian caught me and Sam and I told off his little girlfriend Clare over heard and came to my aid. She is the only person who honestly understands how I'm feeling. I know we caught a while back but that's the past and we just moving on working on building our friendship again. This time I won't allow myself to get dragged into Stanley trap.
"Forget them we are gonna have so much fun! You and your older boo then imma get me a little baby. They just jealous."
We paid the rest of the bill of our food and left out. Clare drives even though she's not legally suppose to. I walked into the house and maliki ran up to me.
"Hey stink!"
"Hi! You want cookie Mo?" He waved a Oreo in my face.
"Sure...thank you. Hey momma." Purposely ignoring the other body I hug her.
"Look! They just sent me the cover for IT magazine we're on."
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Look at my parents slayin shutting all these other couples down! "Y'all look great."
"Yeah you look beautiful mom."
Cringing I roll my eyes handing back the phone. "Hey mom I got a question just random out the blue here."
"What's up?" She hops onto the counter still looking at her phone.
"Why do you and dad let Stanley address you as parents?"
I notice the other being look my way but just like earlier I ignored her.
"Um what do you mean? She's not gonna call us by our first names that's not how a child addresses their parent."
"That's the thing she's not your actual daughter. I think she should call you Mr and Mrs." I shrug as she frowns at me.
"Mona what the hell is wrong with you?"
"She's what's wrong with me...her being here irks me and I think her time is up."
"Mona! You have no type of authority in this house to say who's time is up."
She scowled me. Seeing how upset she is over some words is crazy! I speak nothing but truth and she's over there ready to have a heart attack.
"I'm uh...gonna go up to my room." She got her things together jogging up the stairs not to long after closing a door.
Chuckling I stopped seeing my Mona still glaring at me. "What?"
"Why would you say some shit like that? Stanley is as much our daughter as you are."
"I really hate when you guys say that. I actually am a mixture of you both I came out of you. She's not your daughter just the charity case you guys took in."
"How can you say something like that? Stanley has been apart of our family long before we adopted her. You two use to be at the hip 24/7 she had your back and you had hers. What's changed since then?"
"I found out who she really is. Her innocence isn't real...bet you didn't know she has a secret triller account."
"Actually I know all about it she shows me a few here and there but I see what this is. So what is it a boy or Clare again?"
"Huh?"
"I went through this had someone new come into my life and change my view in things on people. I was so blind to the truth I let myself hurt people I love. Those who only want the best for me....I'll tell you this now whatever or whoever it is clearly is no good if Stanley is doing whatever she is to make you turn on her like this. Mona I don't want you to make the mistakes I did as a mother my job is to guide you in the right direction and just hope and prey you don't have to experience the feelings I went through."
Coming up she hugs me kissing my cheek. It's been a while since I've felt this type of affection from my mom. If she's not working or busy with the twins I'm pushing her away. I guess I'm just drifting into that part of my teenage years where I feel I'm more independent than I really am.
"Mom I just....I missed this. Lately I feel like the adopted kid."
"I know I'm sorry me and your father have been slacking with the time we spend with you guys. I promise I'm gonna get back on things...in fact why don't we go out this weekend spend some mom daughter time."
Damn now I have to choose between my boyfriend and partying or quality time with my mom.
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jokers-sweethearts · 7 years
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Jared Leto Daughter Imagine: Packing
Synopsis: Jared is leaving LA to perform and his daughter is anything but discreet about hiding the fact she doesn't like it.
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 The alarm on Jared’s phone started buzzing, letting him know nap time was over and it was time to prepare for the trip. He pulled the covers over his head for a few moments, relishing in the comfort before the work. Eventually he got up, took a deep breath, and got ready. Hoping you’d come in soon to distract him.
 Jared threw his gucci suitcase on his bed, unzipped it, and began throwing in random clothes he’d need while he was away. Some flannels, mars tees, beanies, camo pants the usual for him. He heard the light foot steps of his daughter approaching and cracked a small smile when she peaked her head through the door. He continued packing, fully aware of what was about to come.
 You made your way to the bed and crawled in, taking his pillows to rest on. Pulling out your phone you mindlessly scrolled through instagram pretending you didn't have a care in the world.
 Jared pulled a blanket off the end of the bed and threw it over his daughters head playfully. When she emerged out from under it she used it to snuggle more and she continued on her phone. He walked back and forth into his closet getting more stuff to pack.
 The suitcase started to reach its max so you reached your foot inside and started pulling out items with tour toes. , keeping your eyes on the phone.
“Baby” Jared said with a laugh “Im gonna need that”.
 His daughter stayed silent as he picked up the clothes her feet stole and put them back in the suitcase. He made one last trip into his closet to retrieve his checkered vans and upon return, even more items were taken out and thrown across the bed. His daughter still sitting silently.
 Jared wasn’t mad, he couldn't be, every bone in his body loved it really. This was always her way of telling him she hated when he left. To him, being wanted was the best thing in the world. His daughter protesting him leaving meant that he did something right as a dad. Women in his life and friends could come and go, his brother and band mates could get mad at him, the media could scrutinize him, but his daughters love was always there. It’s what he wished he had with his dad and every time he saw his daughter display her affections, it was a big fuck you to the man who abandoned him. Even when she was mad at him herself her love was still constant and pure for him. How could he be mad when he had that?
“You know…” He began, lifting up the covers off her feet to tickle them. “You used to do the same thing when you were little”.
“mmmmhmmmm” you replied trying not to smile.
“Except you’d sit right next to the suitcase and every single thing I’d pit in you take it with both hands” he grabbed a flannel to demonstrate “and throw it with all your mite” he tossed it on top of his daughters head “then you’d sit your little body inside the suitcase”.
 You pulled the flannel down and wrapped it up in your hands, keeping it close to your nose. It smelled like your dad and knowing he’d be gone soon, you wanted that feeling as much as possible. It was fun to joke around but the inevitable goodbyes were weighing heavy on you.
“I was so subtle when I was little” you smiled up at him clicking your phone off.
“Oh how things change” he said sarcastically tickling your feet again.
 You kicked them away and under the covers. You dad began to gather the clothes your pulled up again and repack them. You knew he had to do it but like hell you were going to make it easy. You kicked the suitcase right off the bed. Showing him it was more than just teasing, you were upset.
 Jared sighed after it landed on the floor. He picked it up and placed it back on the bed dropping the clothes in. He saw his daughters foot about to repeat the incident but he grabbed it stopping her.
“I know you’re not happy with me leaving”
 “What gave it away” the smile melted from your face. 
 Jared felt that strange sensation in his chest only a father could get seeing his little girl unhappy. He pushed the suitcase to the end of the bed and took a seat next to her. 
 You knew the dad talk was coming so you rolled your eyes and turned to the side away from him. 
 “Oh no no no we’re not doing that” he said poking her side to make squirm a bit but she held her ground away from him. She was older now than the little girl who sat in the suitcase but he was still bigger. He put both hands on her waist and twirled her back to face him. 
 You couldn't keep your smile contained because he was doing exactly what you wanted. Focusing on you and not packing and leaving.
 “I’ll be back soon. I always am. I think about you every second I’m away. You know that”. 
 “Doesn’t change the away part” you shot back. 
 Jared stayed silent, no matter what he said she was right. And he felt the same. He loved his job and his life. But if he could stop time and spend all time tickling those feet he wouldn't hesitate. But still he had a job to do as a dad, take care of her body and soul.
 "It's just the job baby. I hate that it takes me away but it's what I do. Pays the bills, secures the future for you". 
 His daughter laid there ignoring everything he said unimpressed. Giving him those eyes that made him weak. 
 "Buys you pretty stuff....." he teased.
 "Oh well I guess that’s not so bad" you smirked.
 Jared reached his hands up to her face and tucked her hair behind her ears. He held her cheeks for a moment before he planted a kiss on her forehead. 
"We okay then? Can I pack?" he said.
 "Yeah.....still mad at you though" you said with a straight face. 
 Jared couldn't tell if his daughter was joking or not and he felt his heart sink a little bit. He held onto her just staring. 
 You noticed the changes in him and felt a bit bad.... you lifted your head up and gave him a nose boop. 
 He smiled in relief and gave her another kiss. He held onto her hands as he stood off the bed pulling her up with him.
 "No let me rest, being your daughter is exhausting" you giggled. 
 "I'm sure you'll take over my room as usual while I'm away, rest then, help me pick out my outfits now".
 "Well..." you pulled away from him and headed into his closet "you do get better press when I dress you".
 .......... 
  The morning came for Jared to leave. The sky was just turning blue around 5am preparing for the sun to rise. Jared loaded up the car with his packed bags and headed into his daughters room. Saving the best and worst for last. Seeing her being the best and saying goodbye the worst. 
 You were wrapped up and warm in your bed when you felt your dads hand on your shoulder. It barely woke you as he lifted you up out of bed and carried you princess style through the house. Feeling the familiar comfort of his bed you opened your eyes reluctantly, realizing it was time. He tucked you in so you were comfortable again and gave you butterfly kisses on your ear to get your full attention.
 "Hug before I go" he said moving his arms under you to pull you into him.
  You both held the hug longer than usual, having been reminded how hard the distance was yesterday. He placed a kiss on his daughters cheek, being hit hard that it'd be the last one for a while. 
 "No wild parties, don't be late for school, text me everyday, call me before bed you know the routine".
 "I know". 
  Father and daughter lingered in the moment together before hearing his phone begin to vibrate. Time to go. Jared stood off the bed, an invisible force keeping him next to his child. The deeply rooted biological instinct not to leave her. He tried to think of something to help. Then it clicked. He took off the flannel he was wearing, the same one he tossed to her before, and handed it down. 
 You smiled warmly, fighting back the tears coming. Sadness that he was leaving and flattered that he'd do such a gesture. 
 "Bye daddy" you said. Calling him that only in certain moments, half hoping it'd affect him so much he'd call off the performance.
 "Bye baby" he said beginning the long walk down to the car.
  Before he shut the door he looked at her one last time, making sure she began to drift back to sleep before he left. The sight of his daughter in his bed, under his rood, only further told him he was doing the right thing. Giving her the life he never had. He left the house with the thought that always got in through being away. 
 The best part of leaving was coming home.
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yuissamidare · 7 years
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aight aight lets do this
zombie au
i wanted??? to develop the side characters more because i love them and they make me super happy when they get on screen and i went to sleep and woke up in the dead of night like. Ah. I Know.
the gist was dekapan creates a virus that mimics those weird wasp things that inject venom in caterpillars and wasps and leave them zombie-fied until they end up sacrificing themselves for the wasps babies. it works like my theory for gakkou gurashi and idk the zombies should follow their everyday routine expect that they also kill people. i’ve scrapped that idea and like, recreated how the zombies work but shhhh this part is a Super Secret.
he’s having trouble with money and! he loves science! he loves messing up and starting over and finding that one xyz fit that makes everything click how he wants to! but that costs money, and it’s money he doesnt have, so? he calls a kid he used to babysit and get along with for some help. hatabou gets him a job with a sketchy government probably trying to cure the common cold or make it impossible to burn your skin in the sun or something so of course he does the work given to him, because money is money, but the moment it gets on tv and is announced to the world dekapan calls everyone like 'hey guys dont take the vaccine something fuckys going on' and then the zombie outbreak starts and everyone gets split up and they find each other eventually after Bad Things and everyone gets fucked up about it.
people who we dont get to see pair up find each other and begrudgingly work together.
jyushimatsu and todomatsu are w matsuyo!! she has them go on a trip to the mall with her, and it’s very densely packed and a trains ride from home  (jyushimatsus here to carry bags and todomatsus here bc oohhh a mall far away). the outbreak happens while theyre in the mall, and momma and todomatsu get separated from jyushimatsu for a little while -- they do find him again, and momma decks a zombie in the face. todomatsu cries. if i were to write this, i’d focus like??? 2 - 3 chapters focusing on them being in the mall, finding a group of other survivors, and then leaving the group. depending on length and my Stamina which is. not good.
next group is totoko and karamatsu!!! and. its not because of.... anything. but totoko!! if anything is really strong and i can see her carrying an iron will and inspiring other people to follow he lead and! i like the dynamic they had with that like One Interaction. idk the beginning all too well?? like how they meet up and stick together, but i have everything after that pretty clear in my head. this would be??? the second arc of the story maybe? it take a while for them to actually get along and things go Bad in the start because ahaha karamatsu is a Fuck Up, and after that karamatsu just stops trying to talk to her and just trails behind while totoko vehemently refuses to let him help her with anything. and i actually?? dont wanna say too much about this because. ITS SURPRISE. but after they start getting along karamatsu gives her a fishbone braid, and she talks about missing her brother and they do some Feelings Talk.
idk what the fuck to do with osomatsu, ichimatsu, and choromatsu??? someones learning medicine and surgery from dekapan, someones getting yelled at by chibita while hatabou mediates, and someone starts stealing things with iyami and then starts crying in the back of his van after a close call, but idk who because they all keep flip flopping positions in my head. like, at first ichimatsu was getting yelled at, but then i put him with iyami, but then im like ‘ohhh doctor ichimatsu’. then osomatsu was with chibita n hatabou, then i was like ‘but oh he and iyami have a great dyamic’. and choromatsu was with dekapan at first bt then i was :/ with that and put him with chibita. those three are hecking me up idk what to do.
paranormal investigators
 We Are All Dependant On Our Brothers
the matsuno bros start up a ghost bustin company thats set up in a run down project and they’re all crowed up in a shitty apartment funded by hatabou and todomatsus part time job with equipment provided by dekapan because after high school it was decided that ‘shit lets hunt some ghost’ and everyone was like ‘yea sure.’
it was spawned by a dream i had where choromatsu and karamatsu are on a case and choros like 'k we gotta distract the ghost' and karas like 'got it' and while choros doing. whatever. karamatsu comes out in a bathrobe and sashays like 'ooh noo ;)) i sure hope no ghosts are going to get me while im naked and vulnerable ;)))' and choros like. 'who gave you permission to be such garbage.' and. oh. he did. 
and then later in the day a stray thought where osomatsu and karamatsu got confronted by a ghost thats like ‘ICHIMATSU MATSUNO!!! YOU, MY ENEMY WHOVE IVE TRACED DOWN FROM BARBADOS TO THE ARAN ISLANDS TO-’ then osomatsu cuts him off like ‘bro we arent ichimatsu’ and the three of them stare at each other for ten minutes before karamatsu offers to call him for the ghost and the ghost is like ‘!!!! could you?? i mean, im still damning you both to hell but’ and then ichimatsu picks up the phone, and as soon as the ghost starts talking he expels it in 0.0000000000000000000000001 seconds.
superheros
the brothers are b-rate superheros who end up in the newspapers sometimes. iyami and chibitas That Dude who ends up in hostage situations all the time and begrudgingly drive them home and make sure they eat even though they claims to hate them. its actually.... based of the storyline for my ocs so i wont actually talk about that again. nnu9mubvufe8n.
again, they live in a shit ass project but they live right next door to each other instead of crowding in One Apartment, its two with three each. they are all actively looking for day jobs because while the government pays well they struggle being adults. but this time adults with superpowers.
rpg/video game
like. back in the naru.to fandom there was a point where video game aus were really popular, like the whole grinding/gaining stats/unlocking new areas thing n all that and it surprisingly worked really well when written right?. so i was thinking about that and spacing out and i was like Oh Fuck. so this au got birthed. osomatsus the king, karas the knight, jyushi is a prince who gets kidnapped, ichis prince #2, choromatsus a wandering mage, n todos the royal advisor. 
jyushimatsu gets kidnapped in the dead of night, and osomatsus like ‘what the flying fuck karamatsu get over here lets go get him back.’ so they leave, and have ichimatsu look after the kingdom for him. hes like 'wait what please im' and is thrust into power anyways. he and todomatsu are surprisingly competent leaders and the kingdom does really good under him, even better than with osomatsu?? though he locked himself in his room for the first week and todomatsu just kept banging on the door OPEN UP YOU FUCK YOU HAVE PAPERWORK. and its an insanely huge amount because osomatsu keeps putting it off unless someone watches him and he does all the stuff like funding the armies and expanding territories before stuff like regulating taxes and funding schools and hospitals.
jyushimatsu escapes on his own after a day n is like HMMMM HOW TO GET HOME..... but then he enters a little run down village and meets homura and falls In Love and they spend time together and he eventually just forgets to come home because hes so happy with her
meanwhile with the idiot eldest duo. karamatsu doesnt know how to fucking.... spend money so when they meet choromatsu whos like the stop n shop npc he gives him all the money he has for an enchanted pair of ankle warmers that he could put his face on and that can react to his emotions. osomatsus like ‘what the entire fuck bro’ and goes to get their money back, but then ends up spending all his money on a charm thatll increase his gambling luck.
‘we’ve been bamboozled, my dearest king. our money taken right before our eyes as a miser deceived us and robbed us of everything we’re worth,’ ‘wanna beat him up, karamatsu?’ ‘of course i do.’
choromatsus like ????? wtf its not my fault you two dont know how to spend money. but they fight, and osomatsus like ‘join our party!!’ and they take a few days to convince him but he does join and he and osomatsu hit it off really well, and osomatsu decided after everything, hes going to adopt choromatsu. 
(’but we’re the same age, my king’ karamatsu says in response to his proposal. 
‘FINE, then ill get mom to adopt him, geez.’ 
then they meet chibita and n chibita and karamatsus like ‘if youre taking choromatsu, im taking chibita in if he says yes’ and osomatsus like ‘ask mom first’)
the three of them go to the place jyushimatsu was taken to, beat everyone up, and then realize he isnt there. so they just. dejectedly walk into a nearby village for rest and chibita gives them free beer.
they meet jyshimatsu an hour later on a date with homura and yes. they decide to adopt her as a sister too. (is someone marrying into your family considered adoption?? idk but everyones family now, no excuses.)
royalty/split at birth
i hate angst i just wish everyone could be happy, i say as i look through my notebook with angsty plot points as i reference my life.
the gist is: the cold color trio living in slums rather than a palace but then oso finds out OH SHIT WE HAVE MORE BROTHERS WE GO GET THEM and everyones stressed the fuck out
as soon as osomatsu finds out he has troops scour the kingdom for the them, with the directions ‘there are three more people with my face, go get em’ and he sends troops out. to everyone outside the castle this is a very ?????!!!!!!!!!! thing???because the royal family has solidified themselves as Bad Selfish people who tax unfairly and dont care about the poor. like, the rich people are all like oh! i wonder what the royal family is planning theyre so good to our kingdom ha ha! while the poor people are freaking the fuck out.
the cold colors only get a brief warning about the troops coming and the first thing ichimatsu does when he hears this is go and break all the fancy plates and choromatsus like ‘wtf are you doing!!!’ and ichimatsu just looks at him like ‘i love and respect my family so im doing what i need to’ and karamatsu takes that as his cue to take his mothers valuables and hide them under the floorboards and in the walls where the stucco breaks away and choromatsu writes a note to their mom Just In Case.
they actually do get taken and theyre fucking shocked. like, instead of the royals taking everyones valuables like they expected, theyre taking them??? and the troops are no help theyre just like ‘kay go take two sets of coats and three sets of day wear’ and they have them leave straight away.
an abrupt abduction is gonna stir up shit in the village especially if they only take the boys and leave their parents and friends. imagine how paranoid they'll be. ‘oh no what if im going next' 'i hear that theyre taking our boys now and selling them off to foreign labor' 'theyre taking our children as punishment for not being able to afford tax' ‘i heard things breaking in their home what if they got taken away for resisting’
imagine all the drama and discomfort theyll feel when they see the other bros living in the lap of luxury why their friends and family suffer like :)))
its frustrating and tense for everyone because osomatsu expected them to integrate without issue. jyushimatsu doesnt understand why they get so mad at him and refuse to be his friend. todomatsu doesnt understand why all these poor people are a problem. as long as youre happy and healthy it's fine! theres no need to concern yourself with what doesnt directly affect you. if you dont see it its not happening so its best to ignore it.
ballet
osomatsu does ballet again and is happy and has found something he loves and enjoys and everyone supports him. basically, he starts feeling nostalgic and then starts watching youtube videos and goes ‘haha pah! i can do that’ and then he realizes ‘holy shit this is something i wanna spend the rest of my life doing’
sophie even wrote a fic about it and its great and every time i read it my heart pounds ten thousand times a second and i start smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
detectives
jyushimatsu’s an overworked forensic scientist, choromatsu’s an exasperated detective, osomatsus is watson, todomatsu’s head of the branch, and ???? ichimatsu where are you??
karamatsu’s fucking dead but he aint important.
they solve mysteries n do detective stuff.
theres also another au thats like platonic soulmate thing but eh 
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alexfe0811 · 4 years
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Cocoon - Chapter 1
„What would you do if you could change the past?„
Let’s say you woke up one morning with the sudden urge to drink something, what would you do? Knowing my brother, he would grab a glass of milk and mix in a couple of spoons of coco, my sister would grab an entire bottle and take it back with her to her room. I on the other hand would go back to sleep. But what if all these little actions had implications for future events to happen? Logan might wake up sick due to the amount of sugar he drank, Avery would wake up without any problems except needing to go to the toilet and I would still be thirsty. Now, let’s imagine we know about these consequences, do we still chose to go with the same actions? 
I woke as I felt my entire body was burning up. It’s 5AM which means I’ve still got thirty more minutes before my alarm goes up. The rain from yesterday night has stopped and I can feel the cool breeze, smelling of wet leaves, enter though my balcony door. I usually like to keep it open at night as I feel like I can breathe better than when its closed. Luckily I live on the second floor of our house. As I took in another breath and prepared myself to go back to sleep I thought what today had in store for me. Wake up, prepare breakfast, go to school and later on meet in the library with Harley and Serena to study for our finals. Should I even still try and sleep, it’s only twenty minutes now, I thought as I looked towards my alarm clock. That  damn clock with that damn same song I’ve set it to. I should really change that song but for now I guess I’ll try and make use of those twenty minutes. It’s going to be a long day and twenty minutes don’t seem like a bad investment of my time at all. 
„Helena I’m going to buy some coffee, do you need anything as well?“, Harley asked. 
„Sure, could you grab an apple and a bottle of water please?“ If only I didn’t oversleep today I wouldn’t have forgotten my water bottle. Do I even have enough coins? 
„Hey Har, can I give you the money tomorrow? I don’t have any cash on me right now.“
„When do you ever?“ She laughed. „What about you Serena?“ 
„I’m good actually, thanks.“ Serena said. Harley just nodded and went towards the direction of where the next supermarket is. It’s not really far away but it will take her at least 20 minutes. 
„Serena, let’s look for a place to sit and send her our location“
„Sure. Sounds good to me. By the way, I just discovered this new café called Soul. It’s near Noah’s place and it seemed pretty chill, I bet we could easily do some studying there.“  Serena is the type of person who loves studying inside of cafés. She says it doesn’t feel as sad as when we sit inside of an old library full of people not saying anything. It’s actually a miracle Harley and I got het to study with us in the library twice this week. I guess we could try it out, as a compromise. 
„You know what? Why not, you even graced us with your presence twice this week.“ 
„Right? Why should I spend so much time in this mausoleum while Im still alive when I have more than enough to do so when Im dead?“ Like I said, she hates studying in libraries. It’s like the takes the „dying“ part of „studying“ too seriously. 
„You know, libraries aren’t even that bad. It’s nice and quiet and you can find all the books the professors listed in their scripts in there.“ 
„Girl, I’ve told you so many times already. It just feels extremely depressing and I hate the stares I get when I want to take things out of my bag.“ 
„Well maybe you shouldn’t use a Stella McCartney as a bag when you’re going to a library. Those chains aren’t exactly what one would consider quiet.“ 
„That’s the only bag I have that’s big enough to fit my laptop though… Most of my bags are still at my parents place.“ 
„Anyway, just ignore them. At least you study in style.“ 
„I do don’t I?“ She laughed. Luckily it didn’t take us much time to find a place to sit at, most people were either taking a break or started going home as the time approached 6PM. We found a table between the windows and the foreign language shelves right at the back. The sun was slowly beginning to set and its last rays of sunlight shone through before hiding behind the buildings opposite the library. I placed my bag on the table and started packing out my books and notes when my right hand suddenly started to sting. It was this burning sensation I felt in the morning again, but this time more intense. I grabbed the palm with my other hand to massage the pain away but it just wouldn’t stop stinging. Serena went to get a book from the medical science shelves so she wasn’t there right now. The pain only got worse, it started to spread across my entire body until everything was pitch black. 
„Thank you next, thank you next, thank you next, thank you next, Im so fucking-“ , I really can’t listen to this song any longer. I used to love it yes, but after listening to this song everyday for nearly a year? No thank you, next song. Wait. That’s my second alarm song! I looked at my alarm. 6.30AM. Fuck, I’m going to be late for uni! In a hurry I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black turtle neck and my slip on vans. Luckily my responsible self packed all my stuff the night before. I decided to slap on some mascara and fill in my eyebrows to look at least somewhat decent when I suddenly noticed something on my right hand. „365“. What the hell? Did Logan pull another prank? I decided to ask him later because catching my bus was my first priority. 
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learningtocope · 7 years
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MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING
I cannot stress enough that this is a major trigger warning for anyone who may stumble apon my blog and see this.
Today was a horrid day. As I write this my eyes are so swollen, red, and sore from crying all day. My arms are sore, for reason I will explain further on. My head is beginning to hurt from the mulitpul day alcohol binge I have been on, including today where I started drinking as soon as I woke up.
Today I almost killed myself.
I woke up to text messages from my brother and my step father about my cat, claiming that I dont care if her because I have been at friends place. The hook? Ive been there almost everyday and fed her and gave her love. So I snapped, in a horrid way and I know what I said can never be taken back. I dont know what to do about it, I guess there is nothing. I told my little brother go to die, that he was a waste if space and skin, that he was a piece of shit. I can never take those words back. I will live forever knowing that I told my little brother to kill himself. After sending those messages a huge realization hit me and it sent me in a crazier loop, those words werent ment for him. They were ment for me. Its what I was thinking about myself and I tossed it my little brother. What fucking kind of human does that? I opened some alcohol and began drinking it from the bottle and chasing it with coffee. I had decided what I was going to do, I deserved worse.
I packed my stuff up and left a note for ny friend explaining that I had to go home to see the cat and do some office work. I live way out of town, about a 2 and half, 3 hour walk. Duffle bag on my shoulder I began walking, I had gone up a couple blocks when someone called out my name. They offered me a ride home and a coffee, so I took the offer. It would get me home quicker and I could enjoy one last coffee. When we pulled into the driveway I was kind of prolonging getting out of the vehicle with conversation. After a few minutes I hopped out, thanked them and told them Id message them later, a lie. Or what I thought would be.
I went into the house dropping my duffle bag on the floor and reaching into it to remove the bottle of alcohol from my bag. At my home I had pepsi so I added that to the bottle and drank it, crying harder than I have in a long time. I want to the office and grabbed the exacto knife that was left in the office from my step dad, I broke off the first 2 and tossed them before breaking one more. I went into the bathroom and cleaned it with peroxide to make sure it was clean. I grabbed my bottle of sleeping pills and sat with both infront of me, drink in hand. My eyes moved from one to the other. I wanted to die, I really did. I mean I still feel super shitty about my self as is still. But I thought about my baby sister, my baby brother, who I know I hurt more than anyone could imagine. My father, my mother, my step father, my best friend. I picked up the piece of exacto blade and began to cut my arms, no not one. Both. Not very deep but enough to make it bleed quite a bit, its likely to scare. I spent from 10am to 2pm crying, drinking, cutting and holding allof my sleeping pills in my hand. I was torn. I needed help. I knew I needed help. If I didnt do it now I knew what was going to happen.
I clicked emergancy call on my phone screen. I requested the ambulance, bawling beyond understandable english. When the dispatcher picked up, I cried harder. She asked what was wrong and I told her I was scared, I was depressed, and I was close to commiting suicide. They asked what my name and address was, ensuring someone was on their way to help me and should arrice soon. She asked me if I was hurt, what was hurt, how it was hurt and how to tend to it until help arrived I couldnt believe it. I called for help myself. Ive never done that.
Within a few minutes, I was standing outside still on the phone with the dispatcher, crying still, and lighting a cigarette. I had taken one drag when the first cruiser pulled in, Then the ambulance followed by another office and paramedic. One of the two paramedics left when they saw I was being taken care of already by the first. After I was cleaned up and bandaged the officers came inside with me as I went to find my health card.
They found the pills on the counter and asked if I had taked any. I said no, bit I was going to. She took the bottle and brought it with us. The car ride was hell. Being bandaged on my lower arms caused people in the emergancy room to stare, oh! And Im sure the officer escorts didnt help that matter. The nurses were quick, getting me in and looked at. I requested to call my best friend, and to call my mother for me as there was no I could tell her what happened at that time. My friend rushed to the emerg room and ran down to my room, she hugged me bawling. She asked me what happened, why? I told her simply, I beat myself up alot and I took it out on my brother. On top of waking up already angry and being accused of being a bad pet owner, the realization of the words being the ones my brain was screaming at me for weeks now. It wasnt an excuse to do or say the things I did to him. I know what it feels like to be told that by other people, but never family. And I guarantee that would hurt alot more. I love my little brother more than words can describe, I cannot stress that enough. Weve finally started to get along better and now Ive totally ruined it. Ive lost one of my only friends and I know it. I know my mother heard about it before she had gotten the call. I dont understand why I do the things I do, things like what I did today. I hurt one of the people I love most, it seems to be a talent of mine. Hurting those I love to push them away.
I did not tell this to the nurses, doctor, or my new social worker. But I told my best friend as I crumpled infront of her. They made me give them a urine sample and have blood work done. They didnt believe I hadnt done any hard drugs or taken any of the sleeping pills. The emerg doctor came in shortly after and assesed me again to make sure there were no changes in my behaviour or movements that would suggest I was not okay. She booked me an appointment to see the doctor inplace of mine as shes on mat-leave to reasses my medication. My socail worker agreed to have me released today, having to agree to meeting with him again on saturday, following thru with my consling, and a few other things.
My mother had called me back at the hospital as she hadnt picked up when the officer called so was left a message. All she had to say was 3 different things; “You should be admitted” “Why didnt you call me?” “If you had come camping this wouldnt have happened.” I had no words, I started each response and stopped after a few words. I knew it would cause a fight. “You should be admitted” something else you dont want to hear from a family member. She says way more often than one should. “Why didnt you call me?” Please refer to the first sentance spoken to me. Thats why. You tell me Im rediculous, I wont do it, Im over dramatic. Why WOULD I call someone who, when Ive reached out to them before in a time of need, said those things to me every time Ive called them for help. “If you had come camping this wouldnt have happened.” False. Feelings dont just disappear because you camping. Id still feel the same way, still have access to the same medication. The only difference? My only choice would have been the medication.
She asked me to call her and let her know what happens. I told her I was released, she sighed in frustration and asked why they didnt keep me. I told her about the plan that was laid out to help me, help myself. Her and the rest of my imedate family had gone camping for a week. She told me she was coming home early, I was hoping she was gonna say the reason was she wanted to make sure I was okay. My hope was wasted. She was coming home early because it was muddy and that she had other plans now for herself for the week. My heart broke..
So now, Im laying on the pull out couch in my bestfriends living room, eyes swollen, puffy and weak. My arms aching and bandaged, bruised where they took my blood. My brain still running lose on itself, exhausted beyond belief and unable to fall asleep.
I hate my self. I really do.
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