#everytime he shouts I AM THE WIND kills me-

[moomoomooing]

ive been having way to much fun watching this dork in flight lessons <3

#the way he holds the broom with his elbows out makes me giggle #everytime he shouts I AM THE WIND kills me- #moomoos doodles #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland art #twisted wonderland fanart #twst wonderland art #twst wonderland fanart #twst deuce spade #twst deuce #deuce spade #twst heartslabyul #heartslabyul #ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステッドワンダーランド #デュース・スペード #twst wonderland #twst #twst fanart #twst art

[nyrandrea]

No because he is as well, I adore the way he was written!! I was the same gigglin n kickin my feet each n everytime 😭

But can I ask for a request then, so say reader n Astarion ( plus two others ) are in an fight and reader just gets badly injured n knocked out and he just loses it killing anyone in his path to get to reader caring about them agshdudisowowi

Thanks so much for the request! I had quite a bit of fun writing this prompt.

Few warnings for canon-typical violence, blood, injury and animal death. Yyyyeah it is quite the doozy.

Word Count - 1.9k

Hope you enjoy!

xxx

The moon hung low in the starlit sky, its pale light casting ghostly shadows upon a narrow, winding mountain path. You and your party had been travelling all day as you wanted to cover more considerable ground to make up for time lost due to camping. However, the physical toll it was taking on everyone was starting to show as you all moved cautiously through the rugged terrain. 

Lae’zel was understandably the most resilient of the group, her tough demeanor betrayed only by the beads of sweat that trailed down her knitted eyebrows as she focused on conquering the path ahead. Shadowheart seemed to be driven purely by spite just to keep up with the githyanki; you almost had to fight her a few times just to get her to stop and catch her breath before she keeled over.  

You were feeling pretty run down yourself, every step felt heavier as time dragged on and your muscles were screaming at you to stop, but if you made it to that rock, to that tree, just over the hill, across the river, only then could you rest. 

You said that about ten rocks and five rivers ago. 

“That’s it!” A familiar voice shouted out from behind you, and you instinctively rolled your eyes. “I can’t take this anymore.” 

Turning around, you were greeted with the sorry sight of Astarion collapsing onto his knees and huffing for breath, and it seemed as if he wasn’t going to get back up anytime soon.  

“Astarion-” 

“Don’t you ‘Astarion’ me with that... little disappointed pout of yours,” the vampire said. “I am literally on my knees begging here, darling. We need to stop for the night.” 

“As sad as your little theatrics are,” Shadowheart walked over to the two of you and smirked down at him before turning to you. “He does have a point. We’ve been walking all day; I think I lost all feeling in my feet about half an hour ago.”  

“And you say he is the dramatic one?” Lae’zel cut in, sneering down at you from a higher ledge. “Look at you all, complaining like children. This is nothing compared to-” 

“Yes, yes, you have endured a horrendous array of training throughout your arduous upbringing on the Astral Plane that has transformed you into the fearsome warrior you are today; we get it,” Astarion said sarcastically, earning a snort of laughter from Shadowheart and a scowl from yourself. “But I for one am not made of pure titanium and would like to rest.” 

“Fine,” Lae’zel growled. “But if the ghaik tadpole decides to turn your insides out because of your time wasting, then I shall be all too happy to end your life.” 

“It’s a deal, darling.” 

With everyone in agreement, you relieved yourself of your heavy backpack and quickly got to work on setting up a makeshift camp. Dinner was a small, cooked rabbit to share, while Astarion waited patiently for you to finish until you let him drink his fill. You didn’t miss the concerned glance shared between Shadowheart and Lae’zel but said nothing. 

As the darkness deepened and the others retired for the evening, you decided you didn’t quite want to go to sleep quite yet— a decision you were probably going to regret come morning. Regardless, the stars were out tonight, and you weren’t certain when you might next get to enjoy them during this treacherous journey, if ever. 

The tadpole behind your eye wriggled slightly, and you were worried it was going to waste your night with a migraine and unwanted whispers, but instead it settled down. You huff a sigh of relief; you were spared, for tonight anyway. 

Despite the sky above being a sight to behold, your eyes couldn’t help but keep wandering down. Astarion was sitting across from you, his eyes creased and lips in a tight line as he concentrated on the ghastly book spread across his lap. The Necromancy of Thay had been his focus of attention for these past few nights, and you were honestly starting to worry a little for him. Sure, it was you who had given it to him in the first place (after he practically begged you for it), but the way he hyper focused on it at times was... concerning, to say the least. 

You clear your throat, hoping to catch his attention. 

It doesn’t work; you try again. 

“Oh, do shut up...!” 

His sharp tone makes you recoil slightly, and the vampire mirrors you, glancing between you and the book with widened eyes. 

“O-Oh no, I didn’t mean you, my dear. It’s this blasted book,” Astarion says, frowning down at it like a disappointed parent. “I can’t make heads or tails of the damn thing.” 

“Do you... need some help?” You meekly offer, even though you didn’t know the first thing about necromancy; some things were just best left untouched in your opinion. 

“You’re a sweetheart,” he breathes out a little chuckle. “But no.” He allows the book to close with a heavy thump before his eyes trail back up, lingering on you for a moment. “But I could do with a... little distraction.” 

As the fire crackles and pops, your cheeks flare up as Astarion slowly crawls his way around, not stopping until he is only inches away from you. Not quite knowing what to do or where to look, your body goes stiff as he slowly leans in towards you.  

“What do you think, hm?” he purrs, his knuckle softly caressing your cheekbone as he brushes away a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Shall we have a little fun?” 

You nod shyly and allow him to draw you in as he cups your face and brushes his lips against yours, only to suddenly stiffen and pull away. A surge of panic jabs up from under your ribs as you’re worried that, somehow, you’ve done something to hurt him or put him off. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You blurt out. “Are you okay?” 

He eases your fretting by smoothing down your arms with an almost amused expression. “No, it’s not you, never you, I can’t stress that enough but there’s... something-,” he frowns and sniffs the air.  

Oh Gods, did you stink? You knew it had been a while since you last washed but… 

No, his attention was away from you as he quickly got to his feet and focused on what appeared to be a large boulder of sorts, about ten feet away from where you lay. 

Astarion’s eyes widen, and for the first time in a long time, he looks terrified. 

“Shit, he’s found me again. We’ve got to leave, now!” 

Suddenly, like vipers striking from the shadows, a group of monster hunters descended upon you, the night erupting into chaos as they sprang into action with ruthless efficiency. Swords and daggers glinted ominously in the dim firelight as you and the others desperately tried to defend yourselves. 

Fear and confusion gripped the group as you fought back against your assailants, but the element of surprise was with the ambushers. They moved with a deadly grace; their tactics honed through countless skirmishes. The clash of steel and cries of anguish pierced the night air.  

Desperation fueled your resistance, but they outnumbered you five to one, and that was without including their attack dogs, who had taken to separating you from the rest of the group as their personal prey. You jab your sword at their snapping maws, shout and try to make yourself look big to fend them off or, at the very least, make them think twice about attacking you.  

However, none of it seems to work as one takes a lunge at you and sinks their jaws into your arm. The jolt of shock quickly wore off to the searing heat of pain as the dog tugged and shook you like a rag doll, the beast spurred on by the snarls and barks of the others before they joined in on the mauling. 

You tried to scream but it hurt to even breathe, reducing you to mere gasping as your limbs throbbed and your head pounded. You thought you heard screaming, but the chaos of the battle muffled your senses as if you were being held underwater. You fall flat on your back as you’re pinned down to the ground, your eyes fluttering as something hot, wet and slimy drips onto your cheeks. Your eyes are met with a row of fangs; you shut them quickly, unwilling to look your death in the face. 

In that moment, an anguished cry cuts through the noise, and your eyes snap open. 

The next few moments are a blurry, bloody mess; primal and violent as you can just make out different voices—the hunter’s voices— crying out in pain along with the sound of wet tearing, of fangs ripping into flesh and blood splattering across the ground. You can only stare ahead, eyes wide with fear and body numb as the heavy weight on your chest is suddenly lifted. There’s a pitiful whine and a crunching snap, and the carnage finally stops. 

After a few moments of unbearable silence, your jumbled thoughts immediately go to your teammates, and you try to push yourself up to go help them. They were probably hurt, or worse, dead. You had to get up. Just... get up! 

‘Get up!’ 

“Get up goddamn you!” 

Your blurred vision slowly cleared as you blinked away your tears, and a familiar, blood-splattered face came into view. Gods but Astarion looked so afraid; his red eyes were wet, and his bottom lip quivered ever so slightly as he gently slid his hands under your broken body to help you sit up. 

“Oh, thank the Gods,” he whispered. “He... he will not take you away from me. I won’t let him.” He looks over his shoulder and shouts, “Cleric, get over here now!” 

His lips curled into a snarl as Shadowheart dropped to her knees beside you, as if he was frustrated that she wasn’t healing you quick enough. As if to confirm, he snaps at her to hurry up. 

“Shouting at me isn’t going to make the process go any quicker, I need to concentrate,” Shadowheart bit back, before her gaze softened upon you as a golden light washed out from her hands and over your body. “Just hold on a little longer, okay?” 

“She is right, you must calm yourself,” Lae’zel softly ordered Astarion as she knelt by your other side. “You have already taken your rage out on the enemy, do not let it overtake you.” 

Astarion said nothing as he focused solely on you, whispering hushed promises and honeyed words that got jumbled through your dazed state, but you appreciated them all the same. You tried to show him this by curling your stiff fingers around his, the coolness of his skin bringing a brief respite to your burning hot hands. He breathes out a sad, broken chuckle and reciprocates your gesture with a soft kiss to your fingers. 

The moon bore witness to the tragedy, casting its cold, indifferent light upon the scene, but you thought it shone beautifully, all the same. 

xxx

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #request #fanfiction #my writing #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae'zel

[butterflyeffect333]

A Day Trip to the Past - Part 3

They were in war. A monster was at the distant. Mama was healing Nanadaime. And then her Papa appeared out of nowhere. 

"Sasuke-kun?" Her eyes widened in shock. 

"Is it Sakura?" Her father turned and responded. 

"Wait! Pause!" Chocho cried. 

"Chocho, this isn't a recording where you can pause!" 

"Don't you find this familiar?"

"What?" 

"This entire scene! It's the third times!"

"Huh?"

"Your mother calling out and then your father responding or vice versa! They did that everytime they met!"

"Eh? Come to think of it... that seems to be the case."

"And everytime that happens, the wind stopped, their eyes locked. This is definitely a great love story," Chocho cried excitedly. "And your father always addressed your mother first!" 

"If you put it that way..." Sarada scratched her face in mild embarrassment. 

It does feel like a scene from a romance drama, usally the ending scene too. The scene before they end the episode in cliff hanger. Just what are those two doing? Sarada thought. No, no, no, it's just mere politeness. You greet others when you meet. Don't let Chocho get into you!

"That's just mere politeness, Chocho, don't think too much."

"Do you think this father of you," Chocho pointed at the Sasuke in front of them, "is someone who bothers with politeness? In the middle of a war?"

"Well..."

"And weren't they trying to kill each other the last time they met? Why are they chitchatting like there isn't a full blown war behind them?"

"Well..." Come to think of it, they were truly trying to kill each other when they last meet. Why were they so friendly now?

"Wait are we switching scene again?" Chocho cried. "Can you give us some time to prepare? I am going blind from the constant flash!"

-------------------------------

"Where are we again?" Chocho asked. 

"Is that Mama?" 

Sarada knew it's her mother but she had never seen her in this state. Black marks sprouting from her forehead, down her arm and then swirling around the man in front of her.

"What's your Mama doing?"

Sarada used her Sharingan to try to understand the logic behind it. "Mama is draining her chakra into the person in front of her. Wait... he also has Sharingan!"

"What is he doing with his eyes?"

"He seems to be opening portals to different dimensions with his eyes. What are they searching?"

The next dimension they arrived at was a sea of acid. The acidic water corroded Sakura's jacket and her arm. 

"Let's wait a bit until you heal your wound," the man said. 

"Forgot about it," Sakura smiled tiredly. And then she continued to drain her chakra to the man in front of her. 

"Mama's chakra is running low," Sarada cried out nervously. "Just what are they finding?"

The next portal was opened. 

"Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun this way!" Sakura shouted. 

"They're searching for Papa..." Sarada saw her father running towards the portal, but the portal was getting smaller and smaller. Both of their chakra was running out. Until the portal closed. 

"No!" Chocho and Sarada shouted nervously. 

"No..." Sakura muttered and then she collapsed from exhuastion. 

Sarada gasped. "Papa!" 

Sasuke appeared out of thin air and caught Sakura before she collapsed. They glanced at each other. 

"Look!" Chocho cried truimphly. "No one can doubt me this time! This is a scene straight out of a romance drama! Wind stopped, eyes locked!"

"Eh..." Sarada felt her face getting warmer. "Anyway I think we're about to change scene, close your eyes Chocho!"

Sarada closed her eyes in embarrassment. .The way they looked at each other made her face blushed as if she was intruding on her parents' secret. Why did she have this thought? No, she was not embarrassed, she amended herself. Then they were transported once again. 

Part 2

#sasusaku #haruno sakura #sakura x sasuke #sarada uchiha #sakura and sarada #fanfiction

[megamangxtheadventure]

MAGE CHONiCLES CHAPTER 24 MAGE SUPER FORM UNLEASHED

sunak fired a pure conceratred beams of maths energy while zane blasted him with pistols “THE S BLADE HAS A HACK BLOOD CHARGE!!!!!!!” he chrgarted the hack blood and blowed away 100s of psykos in one hit

suella braverman takened out a gun shotgun “i will send you back to the boats you little basterd” she snizzled and fired but robbie rotten kicked her in the face “theres only room for one villain here!” he pointed and windmill kicked her over and over

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS WHY MUST YOU HAVE TOMAKIE PEOPLE SUFFER THIS SO PAIN!” megaman gx beged to know.

kemi banerdock laughed “why becuse suffering is the point we want people to suffer and have no rights and be in pain becuse the suffering energy will bring our dark god into the world GOREFIELD!!” she laughed and megamangx had a look that was the horror “GOREFIELD ARE YOU INSANE IN THE BRAIN IT IS THE MOST EVIL ELDRERITCH HORROR OUT THERE IT WOULD BRING THE VOID OF LIGHT AND END EVERYTHING”

sunak fired more maths energy at megamangx while zane had gun fight with kenmi baderdock “theres too many psykos they keep coming” zane shouted holding his grounder as 900 psyko syndicate members had comed

yukari joined the fight and suddanly  remilia scarlet was there too “don’t worry megamangx we’ll help you fight the psykos you just deal with the torys” re,milia smiled and fired red spears of magic into them killing lots of the psykop heavy weapon solders.

“suffer suffer suffer THERE WILL BE MNO JOY FOR HUMANITY NO MORE FUN NO MORE GOOD TIMES JUST AN AGE OF ETERNAL MISERABLE AND PAIN HAHAHAHA!” laughed the insane prime minister.

megamanGX was filled with angry and remembered the magi books “the power of the elemants the true mage forms i must focus and draw from new power TO GAIN MY MAGE SUPER FORM!” megamanGX glowed as magic runes floted around his body “elemetnss of fire wind water ice and void i call to you and the crystals”

MEGAMANGX glowed WITH LIGHT AND ELEMANTS AS THE CIRCLED AND HE TURNED INTO HIS MAGE SUPER FORM WITH A SILVER WIZARD ROBE AND WIZARD HAT “ELEMANTAL JUSTICE STORM!” he shouted bringing a rain of fire and ice onto the tory party members hurting them real bad

“what is this he is not meant to unlock his mage forms kill him now!” screamed sunak

megaman gx kicked him in the face as he flyed into a tree real hard “i am the hope of the world the light of the crystals of magic and the end of suffering, you will pay for all the people you hurt for your culture war” megaman gx flashstepped and began punching him at high speeds

with the way cleared zane used the hackblood talisman and blew all the psykos up “you messed with zane now its time to pay the price” Zane grin and blasted kemi banderdock and suella braverman away as they crashed into a boat and exploded into explosions “at least you stopped the boats haha” zane laughed.

MegamanGX turned off his super form and joined the others “if they want to bring gorefield back thats bad news” said megamangx

Robbie rotten did not know the name “gorefiled what is that?”

Yukari looked nervsous but had to tell him “many years ago one of megamangx mentors who we joined with on a few missions years ago, a super sayian wolf called Vash but also called codename blade was tracking down an evil edlerich eniety called gorefield its not like garfield but his dark counterpart made up of all the evil garfield varianats from the multiverse you see everytime there is a good garfield there is energy that goes to make the gorefield” yukari sai

megamang gx looked at the sky “me and vash blade tried to stop it back then but it was to powerful almost destoryed contntess worlds so we had to work with a powerful girl lain to seal it away”

“lain the most powerful hacker ever, the hack blood masters have only heard of her in legend some say she doesn’t even exist” zane was surprisnised to hear that name.

“that is right only the most powerful hack blood masters ever knew even the name becuse lain feared her hacker powers so she sealed herself away and erased her name from peoples mind to stop the evil of the world from abusing her powers” yukari siad.

megamangx ofolded his arms “lets go to the human village i want a pepsi afgter that” and they all laughed

one day ago

Cat boy sans was in chains beaten  as a bald pattern sunglasses man was smoking a cigar and cover in gold chains “hey boy hey boy you mess with me you messin with top g” he said and booted catboy sans with hard as he couthed up blood

“i will never betray megamangx or tell you how to break the gorefield seals” catboy sans couthed and the baldy man punched him.

he lighted up enother cigar “i’ll teach you not to fuck with andrew tate you betyter give me what i want to know OR YOU A GONNA DIE!” andrew tate slapped him

there was a group of 12 year olds with there hair shaved bald wearing andrew tate shirts sunglasses and gold chains “listen up kids you want to be true top gs like me then you gotta k ill this son of a bitch a real man a real alpha he kills people cold blood style” andrew tate ordered as the 12 year olds started kicking the wounded catboy sans.

“THATS RIGHT YOU GOTTA KILL HIM DON’T BE A PU SSSY HIT EM HARD KILL HIM HIT THAT FUCKER HARDER YOU WANT TO BE AN ALPHA LIKE ME RIGHT!” Andrew hate laughed watching his radcialized fans beating catboy sans to death

one buy was scared “i don’t want to kill him its not nice” the boy said and andrew tate grabed him by the neck “you want to die instead you want to die as a beta male boy?”

THE boy cryed “no sir i dont wanna”

Andrew tate throwed him to the grounmd “then kill him or your not a real man DO IT YOU LITTLE SHIT” andrew tate said as the bot kicked catboy sans over and over u ntil he was dead

“there your becoming a real man now like me just make sure to keep paying your month fees for the program” andrew tate shed poofing his cigar and a man with a mushtash comed in wearing red and black overhalls and the mario hat but it was black and had the andrew tate cobra logo

“good a work with the a kids you are making them stonger for the a new world a world where a weakness will be a purged” SAID MARIO!

andrew tate poured mario a whiskey and they sat looking over the night city “you have learned well from me Mario i am glad you embraced the darkness being a hero made you weak” said andrew tate

m,ario pufed a cigar “i was a weak as a hero but your programs made me an an a alpha and lots of money now i will make sure i get my a money and anyone that gets in my way will a b e destoryed” mario said

Andrew tate looked over the body of catboy sans “send this beta cucks to the tory party as a massage to megaman gx” andrew tate ordered his followers,

mario looked at city and puff cigar “it is a new world a cruel a world only those who a embace pain and stength will a survive and a soon all that is a good will burn” said mario.

to be continued.

#megamangx the adventure #megaman gx #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #mario #slayers x terminal aftermath #Zane rocks #zane lofton #Yukari Yakumo #remilia scarlet #robbie rotten #andrew tate #catboy sans #sans undertale

[merakiui]

welcome to the day a duck ruins your perception of items in genshin impact. i uh. made some items in genshin impact as yandere boys and what they're like sort of?? you could try and burn your eyes now. ;) adepti seekers stove- he's going to be a tsundere no buts or uhts. he's the type of yandere that's trying to be protective and failing miserably everytime. so being impatient and angsty. so, he resorts in kidnapping you instead. but hey look on the bright side! even when you're kidnapped you can have delicious meals and snacks! secretly likes to cook for you a lot, but he won't admit it even in death. just don't question why there's a lingering scent of sleeping potions in your meal and you'll be good as jolly jee! probably wants you to help him in the kitchen, since he once heard that couples do that. would probably give you self esteem issues down the line. "didn't i tell you to not get hurt? are you that much of an idiot?? here. have this it'll lessen the pain just a bit so we can walk back home. just drink it already." windsong lyre- smug bastard, smug shit. he's probably a player or just overly dramatic with everything. maybe he's righteous or something.. likes to show off his music skills a lot. he sucks at it tho. gaslights you probably in public places to add more pressure, because people are staring like you're having a performance or something. calls you love even if he's pissed at you for not listening to him, or accusing him of being toxic or suspecting him of being your stalker that always watches you from your window at 2am! would make you paranoid a lot. loves kissing your cheek and tickling you. he's a closeted pervert. you're gonna have to move in an isolated place too, he will spread rumours of you being his lover. "love, I'm sure that you're just overreacting. plus even if i was the stalker that you're talking about I wouldn't be oh so casually talking to you in public when I could've been hiding! jeez it's like your going crazy." wind-blessed harpastrum- such sweety! just so wholesome bakes you a pie in tuesday sweet. seems patient too but beware he will break your legs when you get a little bit too bratty for his tastes. touch starved too and it shows, that's why he loves to cuddle you lots! really obsessed with what you think of him. if you say you hate him he'll tear up and try to convince you that he's good, but if you pretend that you like him he'll shower you with uncomfortable affection and confessions. really great at making bombs and torture weapons too. probably sewed in a bomb inside your body threatened that he will kill you with it if you leave. bad at darts and archery. if you say that to him he'll laugh and take out his diploma saying that he's too smart for those childish games. he's impulsive in decision making. "haha. you know. you almost escaped from me back there. but hey! now you won't do anything stupid like that ever again if you can't walk." windblume balloon: listen man. im going to be killed but he's an airhead, pun intended right there. probably lowkey manipulative and doesn't even know it yet or chooses to ignore it. protective of you a lot. really delusional to the point that he rationalizes your escape as someone kidnapping you. so say goodbye to whoever poor stranger who was trying to help you escape they'll be greeted by an arrow through their head once he finds you. has a habit of holding your hand because he's afraid you might disappear from his line of sight and leave him all alone. if you let go tho he'll gorilla grip your hand, might crush it too. just very overprotective. he also doesn't know that he's an airhead. yeah."hm? why do i like holding you hand..? i just like it.. your hand makes me feel... uh. safe..? is that the word for it? ah. it was the word loved." wind catcher- he's a full on sadist. throw all of your escape plans out the window, this guy will climb a mountain and ride any wind current available to catch and torture you. persistently trying to make you like him atleast a bit. yeah, he's that kind of delusional. would teasingly push you

of a cliff as a 'light' punishment. dark humour and likes to joke about killing you from time to time. note: he can kill you. and he would also do it by ripping you in half with the wind current so just stay in his house and be a good lover that'll shower him in kisses, okay? okay. he mostly sees you as a tool of interest, but not just any tool- you're his favourite tool. "pfft! hey stop crying now! you're making me feel bad! hm? oh? why am i doing this? well i mean maybe I'm angry that someone was trying to escape. again." warming bottle- he will absolutely leave you in the cold if you were being a brat towards him. lives in dragonspine to spite you, also because he can just turn take away your blankets and anything that can give warmth so you gotta ask him to cuddle you to survive. he usually does this when he's feeling a little petty. which is so frequent. that you can almost give it a schedule. but don't tell him that. kind of a tsundere but only when it comes to physical affection since he's shy. that's why he has to take away your blankets so it looks like he's just mocking you but not because he's touch starved. he's not at home that much too but don't worry, he will make it up to you by uh.. physical activities.. "what? you're freezing? no shit we're in dragonspine. oh? you want me to hug you..? hm. fine. I'll indulge you for a bit. I am quite merciful." parametric transformer- businessman that scams you a lot lol. he's going to be a masochist because i said so, yeah i know the electric stone thing gag that's why i made him a masochist. really likes to collect useless stuff and spoiling you, so expect your room to be filled with a lot of random things from jewelry to mushrooms and crabs. has a you should be grateful i even give stuff mindset. thinks that giving someone something of vaue would make them fall in love with him instantly. also probably loves it when you fight back especially when you successfully land a hit on him, he will enjoy it. but be careful he has different responses whenever you hit him. pick your poison. spends a ton of resources on everything to keep you in line. that rope costed him 700 pinecones. "why do you even wanna escape? i give you a ton of stuff so you won't get bored! hah. maybe if i had picked up someone else they would've been grateful." portable waypoint- throw out your escape plans the season sequel. he's very quiet but has a small temper that won't last that much. maybe he's like that since he tries so hard to repress it. listen he's trying okay? escape always fails so quickly. one minute you're in springvale shouting, crying, begging for anyone to help you and then back to his house to see him sipping some tea. his punishments are cruel too- he makes sure to leave you in a den of monsters and ruin guards, waits until your in the brink of death and teleports you back to him. has a superiority complex over everyone too. probably likes to make you feel weak when you have to rely on him. loves to crush your self esteem. wants to be affectionate but thinks that you, as an inferior being, should be affectionate with him instead. so tsun. "see? this is what i was trying to tell you. you're too weak to actually survive out there. you even had to rely on me to save you. pathetic." memento lens- mysterious and elegant. he's quite cryptic to say the least. likes to watch you from a far if he's feeling a bit angsty. you try to make sense of what he says and it just leads to you being confused even more. and he likes that about you. you actually try to understand him, even if what you guess is wrong. you're going to have a tough time with this guy if you wanna escape. just avoid any fox statues and you'll be good. the problem is the shrine maidens. they basically want the two of you to end up together so they don't have to deal with him. he's actually very gentle with you punishments still suck but atleast he doesn't do it physically, he just makes you write that you're sorry over and over until your wrist are tired. loves poetry and solving puzzles, riddles, scriptures. he's

smart but soft. "spring blossoms even in the darkest depths of uncertainty, is that why you have the courage to try and escape me..?" kamera- perfectionist stalker. wants to make sure that the photos he takes of you are perfect to every extent. colour, lighting, and expressions. even if it means going inside your room and having the possibility of waking you up from your sleep. likes to take pictures of everything too. kind of like this; both of you are walking somewhere and he stops to take a picture of a sunset. he takes twenty minutes trying to find the correct angle. but the sun is already gone so he sulks. maybe- you can cheer him up by volunteering to be his model? you'll do that? right? also worships you like a god so if someone dared to even say something breath near you or celestia forbid insult you, best to say they'll be quickly disposed of by blackmail and fake shit. would not steal any of your belongings, he would just take pictures of it. so he's not that bad. "i consider everything in this world is beautiful, but you have surpassed that. so that is why im keeping you here. no one deserves even a glimpse of you!" waverider toolbox- he's such a gentlemen and a sweetheart. always there to help you with repairs, sometimes he'd add some updates to it too. just ignore the stuff going missing inside your boat thing. he probably guilt-gaslight you into staying with him in his waverider then bam your in an island stranded. ahaha, now both of you just have to survive by working together ya know? like a loving couple likes hugs and physical affection a lot! bonus points if it's given when he's tired from doing his job. as i said tired guy so appreciates all the things you do for him whether it's paying for his meal or giving him a gift. next time, he'll make sure that you won't leave the island permanently. thinks that stranded island equals date smh. " ahh? oh! is this for me? really? thank you.. i don't usually receive gifts but that just makes this even more special! say, do you wanna go on a trip? i just fixed the waverider from last time." red feather fan- mischievous little shit. likes to scare you a lot by appearing on trees and just jumping on you. knows that you're trying to escape but pretends not to since he likes to try and guess which direction you would run to. hugs you a lot even before he kidnaps you really touchy even if you say no he'll use the good ol puppy eyes! doesn't work? okay he'll just smell your clothes when you're sleeping as compensation. he likes to flirt with you a lot. some pickup are cheesy.. but others are a little- personal? acts cool by making a dramatic entrance everytime even. you know those radical superhero landing stuff? that's him. he would build a nest as your house even being a dick and placing it on top of a mountain, goodluck on trying to get down. "caught you! going to the shore was so predictable by the way. maybe you should try a different place next time, dear? hm? maybe a restaurant so we can have date? sounds great right?" serenitea pot- unhinged malewife that wants to make a the perfect living space for you- ehem. probably a perfectionist if you squint hard enough. he's delusional but just a little lucid about the stuff he does to you. likes to make a ton of furniture too! personalized the room you're trapped in with a ton of valuable and expensive materials. just don't try to escape he'll cut your limbs off just like a damn tree shawtie. owns a shit ton of pets ranging from boars to cats. all of them are like bodyguards to you during your stay. dreams about having a peaceful life with you in the realm someday, sigh. he sometimes has burnouts where he just places a bunch of furniture on a single room and call it a day. "and here is your room! do.. do you like it? i made it just for you! i didn't know what wood you would prefer so i just settled on whatever i can find! ahaha. we're kind of like a married couple living together now... right?" nre menu- he's probably going to be from the adventurers guild. really awkward and shy. takes for him a long time to

open up to you. when going on quests he's the one in charge of carrying the food and healing shit you need. really patient and nice! slightly uh mean with other people trying to talk to you but other than that everything is normal. everything is normal the long loving gaze he gives you every now and then and some food being left on your doorstep. yeah let's not question it i mean he's just so shy! he would never do anything wrong? right?? he's a closeted pervert, cliche i know but he's a pervert with a line to not cross. he just checks you out. good for him. would cry if given any ounce of affection. sweet baby. "t-that was a tough commission.. oh u-uh.. do you need some food to replenish your energy? we need to do the other commissions you know.. hm? why aren't you eating it.. something wrong with the food..?" seelies- spoiled. that's the word to describe him. really straight forward with his courting kind of dumb? but he's so damn lucky for some unknown reason that your plans to avoid him always fail. yeah the high quality rope you just bought for 1000 mora? it broke and you fell into his arms. he's probably rich by sheer dumb luck too. finds a ton treasure chests even in the places you didn't expect. people pressure you into spending time with him. since he's just so cute! how could say no to such a face? it really feels like the gods are on his side ya know? he throws a lot of very very aggressive tantrums if you're not with him. thinks he's doing a good job at courting you, with rationalize rejection as a playing hard to get. "tada! look i got you this crystal i found while i was walking! it looks like a diamond and it has a ton of colours too?? is it valuable?? would you kiss me if i give it to you??" endora- majestic, regal, and likes to explore a lot. he uh. probably trapped you in a bubble once or twice too. really curious about his surroundings, also has no personal space since it's first time going out. he would cuddle you when he feels like it homie. kidnapped you and made you his tour guide. don't try to fool him he learns quickly about stuff. fast swimmer, so no joining any expeditions in water if you don't want their ship to be wrecked by a mysterious being of the teyvat seas. he likes to see you cry. it's not a kink he just feels connected to you when you cry. doesn't have a house so you just live in a run down boat. he's doesn't know when you're lying to him sometimes. god complex bastard. "this world. at first i wasn't sure if i was going to like it or not, but ever since I've met you... I've grown to tolerate some parts.. so you should be thankful, you've convinced me. mortal." intertwined fate/older twin- listen. he's just so smug about everything he does. and he knows you love him. probably invites you out on dinner only for him to not show up. so basically he's an asshole without a doubt. toxic boyfriend that gives you false hope and has a ton of admirers. you probably think he won't settle for you right? ah, he's not that cruel. so picks you as his lover out of all the billions of people. you should be grateful! he even kidnapped you! do you know how hard it was for him to go all the way from his home to yours? anyways yeah. asshole. he likes to do the open the door for darling trick where he just gives you a small crack on the door and watch you make a decision. it's an act of your loyalty. if you escape he'll make you feel pain. if you don't then he'll reward your patience. god complex bastard 2."sigh. did you try to escape? again? patience is the key to everything you know. maybe you should learn that. i expected more smart from you." acquaint fate/younger twin- cinnamonroll he's such a sweet guy. he's always there for you when you need him. okay- he has a nice guy complex, fucking damn it. probably uses the but I've been there for you since the start trick unintentionally a lot. he just doesn't know he wants some action, so be thankful that he didn't just jump on you like a barbarian. he's kind of contradicting himself too. one hand he wants you to love him, on the other hand he doesn't

believe he deserves you. loves to give you the same things, remember that one painting you liked from two years ago? he got you that. quantity beats quality. surprisingly, he's really patient but would have bursts of anger every now and then. has a self value issues?? yeah, but did i tell you he's a touch starved guy. punshments are just him softly lecturing you about what's good and what's wrong."i always viewed myself as inferior, that i didn't deserve anything.. but this time. i want to be greedy just once." that's it- :'D i haven't proofread this but here you go mer! ill probably continue with more humanisations of items in genshin later.. if you ask why i ruined your day with this crazy idea i was watching that one video of a person humanising social media and got this idea. also i discovered how to bold out texts... i have power..ejwjdhshaj

so yeah have a great day! -🦆anon

I AM IN AWE?!?! WHOA OMG!!!!! 🦆, THIS IS FANTASTIC!! AAAAAA (≧∀≦)

All of the various characterizations… *chef’s kiss* It’s literally so good! With each one I read I kept thinking okay this guy is my favorite and then I would read the next description and my heart was stolen again. I can’t pick a favorite now. T_T

#chit chat #yandere #🦆 anon #meraki faves #YOU HOLD SO MUCH POWER #AND YOUR BRAIN IS IMMENSELY GALAXY #BECAUSE WOW OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTERIZATIONS

[dreamonminecraft]

my favorite wilbur lyrics in no particular order:

but i can't say that i/wasted my time/cause i am built by you/and i can't say that i/am glad it is over/cause that wouldn't be true

shout at the wall/cause the walls don't fucking love you

I think I've lost my mind

Blurring the fact and the fictions/While simultaneously fixing/Myself up with a girl/Named Panadol/Bite the tablet, elixir/Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer

we could eat the foam from the headrest/you could suck the wind out of my breath/you could kiss the teeth into my head/and still there's no cause for concern

you held his hands, it felt like flying/now he's just another man/you'd rather he was inside than beside you/but he's talking marriage and a future/he's picking a lock he doesn't go into/less knife in a wound, he's a suture

If I could just break one more night/maybe i could wake up and feel alright/my optimistically set alarm clock time/serves only to mock me with flashing lights

I was gonna wait for you/so this is not an act of spite/it's a visceral coming-to

It's not ahegao hoodie it's a work of art/so let me know when my feelings stop/I'm just your window to another world/where you ended up lost and poor/i don't wanna be a soft boy anymore

i won't wear the cat ears/i won't wear the cat ears/i won't please just don't make me wear the cat ears/I'm so done with the cat ears please no more cat ears

and yes you always do that one thing/cause when you throw and drench me under your drink/i try to figure out what that means/i took it as a taunt

the cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form/adorned with patches of places you've been/ is nothing on my khaki coat i got from the roadside/when i was 16/my boots are from airports/my backpacks from friends/I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend to be/wanderer, wandering, leaving acetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins/cut that bit out/the roads are my home as horizons my target/if i keep on moving I'll never lose sight of it/treating my memory of you like a fire/let it burn out/don't fight it/try to move on/it's been sixty week since i saw Vienna/a bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face/I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready/and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead/the distance is futile/come on don't be hasty/you'll get that feeling deep inside your bones/I'll be gone and/for when you must be alone

and i distrust their name/and i hate their haircut/they look like a prick/but it's all the same/you hug me goodbye/your tounge is razor sharp

my love/i love you everytime your face turns blue/and you speak over microphone/although it's only binary/i think it's timely that i asked if you'd marry me

push down your undesirables and lift up all the fakes/make sure you're not liable when they all make mistakes

you talk about habits/boy i can name a few/but i don't bloody understand it/is it chemical reactions or trained in two

oh I'm starting to succumb to my insecurities/maybe grade school was the place where i peaked

i don't miss you/i miss the thought of what we were

What was your thought when you realized/you'll never feel naive love again?/was it pain or was it sickness?

I want to be the guy/that you fall asleep on call with/I'll make you forget every guy that came before me/cause i like you/and you like my attention/let's skip to the good bit

eat my rent and eat my food/and eat my dues and eat those kids/and maybe use a sextant

and I'll write you songs/until my lungs fall out/until you hear me out

maybe one day I'll live in la Jolla/drinking cocktails out over the water/my own personal sunset/to give each day it's own diploma

when you hold his hands/it doesn't feel like flying/and when you take his breath away/he might as well be dying/and you're dying to breathe/your trapped in his cage/and it's shrinking/and she thought/what if he just never leaves/or he doesn't get the message/or he doesn't hear my pleas/so she just started screaming/why can't he just bore me to death

i said it last time/but I'm not afraid of empty rooms/I'm not afraid of new perfumes/and in fact my dear I'm fucking terrified

he never had cool stories/he doesn't make your heart beat/used to love his mystery/but now he's just exhausting/another day spent/just laying in his room/the stench of incense/and some undelivered food

my keyboards like my heart/it shines in RGB and it's full of blood

cultured men/venetian suntan/red wine and club bands/viagra pills on the nightstand/how's it feel/how's it feel to be so loved?/how's it feel to be so loved yet so alone?

But it’s you/I didn’t think that I’d have to say/But I miss you and think of you almost every single day/And it’s you/I thought I would be braver/But I've missed you too long/My heart flipped to a screensaver/To a screensaver

cause it's only/white wine in a Wetherspoons/fine dining with cheap perfume/DLR closed to worker's strike/god knows how i'll get home tonight

my twitter feeds like my brain/cause i have it on dark mode

i will bake/i will bake/i will bake phallic cake

because you are what reality is made of

I'm a gentleman what can I say?/I'm also really mentally stable/I'm gonna kill myself/if you don't go out with me

cause we're fires we're burning bright/breaking bottles and starting fights/but the evening has other plans/run as they pull up with two more vans

i think about him a lot as well/maybe if he wasn't fine as hell

I use everyone I ever meet/can't find the perfect match/abuse those i love/while i ostracize those who love me back

#some of these are serious #some of them are not #one is the entire lyrics to since i saw vienna written from memory and i know for a fact there's not a single mistake #(that's not sarcasm im in love with that song) #also almost all the lyrics to 'it's all futile! its all pointless' because we stan nihilism #anyway share your favorite songs/quotes #i tried to do one from every song #which means yes there's a line from karen please come back i miss the kids #and the nice guy ballad #and soft boi #enjoy :) #wilbur soot #lovejoy #i bet most of you haven't heard all these songs before ^°^

[sandpumpkin]

Hewwo Pumpkin !!! Congratulations for this huge milestone , you really deserve them and even more ! I'm usually not a huge fan of horror stories and such, but your themes all look so interesting and I couldn't resist to send you something UwU May I ask for 'Mirrors' and Doflamingo with hmmm... Treat please? (but it can goes "trick" if you feel more inspire by this ^^) Anyway, congratulations again love <3

Momo!! Lets start off the Night of Terror with Doffy! I hope this is okay!

Night of Terror 2: The Spookening.

Doflamingo, Mirrors, Treat.

I am your brother-

We’re family…

A loud gunshot echoed through the room and Doflamingo jolted up in the chaise longue in his study. The sun had long fallen covering the room in an eerie darkness. Heavy rain pelted the floor length windows in the room, the cold from the outside seeping in. Frowning deeply, he grabbed his glasses from the end table next to an empty bottle of wine.

“Doffy-”

Doflamingo looked around the room. There was nobody here, he would know. A flash of lightning illuminated the room and in that split second flash a figure appeared in the window behind him.

“Brother.”

Doflamingo whirled around to see nothing except his own reflection in the glass, his temper wearing thin. If this was someone's idea of a joke it was not well received. Another flash of lightning engulfed the room in a brief light and Doflamingo took this chance to cast his eyes around this time he saw nothing. Narrowing his eyes, he moved around his large desk as another flash of lightning swallowed the room and this time a figure stood before him, he grabbed the gun sitting atop his desk and raised it up just as another flash lit up the room. A person, a man whom he knew so well stood directly in front of the gun and the hairs on the back of his neck bristled “You should be dead I-” he growled, going to squeeze the trigger.

“Killed me with your own hands-” the trigger pressed and the gun echoed through the room “and you would kill me once more?” The figure of Corazon vanished, lowering the gun slowly he grimaced.

“You betrayed me-” he snarled,

“You set yourself on this path.” Corazon’s voice came from behind as thunder rumbled overhead. The figure of his brother stood in every paine of glass looking down at him, judging him. Doflamingo was not so easily shaken, he took a step backwards and this time used his devil fruit powers to destroy the windows. The shattering glass was deafening as it fell to the wooden floor. The windows, now broken, let in the wind and rain.

“Betrayer!” he shouted. He felt something behind him. Turning around with the gun raised once more, he felt drawn to the mirror on the far end of the room. Doflamingo looked into the mirror and saw his brother’s face.

“We look alike.. enraged Dolfamingo barreled the gun into the mirror shattering. The shards of mirror surrounding him still bore Corazon’s wretched face “everytime you look in the mirror. You’ll see me. The brother you killed-” Doflamingo’s voice drowned out Corazon’s, as he yelled loudly letting his devil fruit powers shred all the furniture in his study.

“Do not lecture me!” he shouted, grabbing the mirror from the wall and launching it across the room. “You were foolish and naive!” all the broken glass simply amplified Corazon’s voice.

“You are still shackled to the past and your hatred. Locked in your own birdcage. To remain alone.”

The door to the study opened and the light switched on, finally showing the massacre of once lavish furniture. “Young Master-”

“Leave me alone.” the members of his ‘family’ stared at the destruction in the room “LEAVE!” he snapped, making them flee quickly. Doflamingo clenched his fists and stared down at the broken mirror at his feet. “Only the strong survive and I will never be ridiculed again.”

“Foolish brother-”

#pumpkin writes #doflamingo #night of terror 2 #mirrors #guilt #one piece #donquixote doflamingo

[youwontlikethisblog]

You Betrayed Me!

Armando finds out that Betty's "boyfriend" gave her money to invite everyone in her friend group to have lunch.

He nears Patty, Marcela, and Hugo cackling at the expense of Betty, as always, and smiling he asks what they're laughing about, that he too wants to laugh.

"We're talking about Betty's boyfriend." Marcela says calming down from her laugher and Armando's huge smile falls and he displays a pissed off expression. "Ah you don't know she has a boyfriend?" she chuckles.

"Nono I didn't but I'm not interested in the personal life of Beatriz. Who is he?" now his voice is low. However you can tell he is angry but controlling himself.

"I think she doesn't even know it herself." Patty jokes.

"But I am dying to know who he is 'cause that type of species, of people, we need to study. We should stick them in a research laboratory with cameras and when he gets close to give her a kiss he'd grab her by the ears and(proceeds to pucker his lips as if he were sucking in air) all drooling." Hugo insults and laughs.

"Ah! No! I can't imagine anyone could have the balls to kiss her." Marcela laughs and covers her face in disgust.

"Right! Up until now I was convinced that the only thing that could kiss her would be a bat." Patty says.

"Aside from that, the man ia a millionaire!"

Armando turns to look at Marcela and then at Patty.

"Millionaire no. Multi-millionaire. He lent [Betty] money so she could take her friends out to eat to the Corrientazo.(Proceeds to mock Sofia's voice and naming the menu)"

"With so much trickery she managed to get a multi-millionaire. Does she think we're all stupid? As stupid as the supposed multi-millionaire boyfriend she got?" Mean girl cackle.

Armando mouths the 'multi-millionaire" part.

All three of the mean girls laugh or cackle like wenches.

"What's wrong? Ah it's because in front of Armando you can't talk bad about Beatriz."

"Ah Armando one thing, why don't you tell that moscorrofio to introduce you to her rich boyfriend that way you can make business with him and get money to run me my check."

"Ha-ha-ha. You're all super funny today. "

"See he doesn't even believe it that Beatriz found a rich boyfriend"

Hugo complains about not getting paid so bla bla bla.

The camera then switches to Armando being centered, head down, staring ahead under his brows, nostrils flared, lips tight, and his classic hand passing lightly over his hair as we hear a menacing voice:

"I'm going to kill Beatriz Pinzón Solano."

One thing is for sure here: Armando's ego is being dragged through the mud.

The arrows thrown at Betty end up hitting him as he is the one that has the balls to kiss(in his imagination AA) her.

As they insult, ridicule, and make fun of Betty and her boyfriend Armando is getting a taste of what he's afraid of. The ridicule and social embarrassment he'd face if he were to ever be seen with Betty as his girlfriend out in public. His reputation is important to him and he is afraid of being laughed at and he's now seeing it. He is witnessing first hand what he knows people in his social circle will say behind his back and Betty's.

Now it does upset him and he is angry that Betty has a boyfriend as everytime he hears that he has the exact same expression: Anger disguised as disinterest.

When Patty mentions that he[Nic] is a multi-millionaire his anger now centers in disbelief and betrayal.

Swiftly he turns to Hugo and with a smile on his face until he hears again "multi-millionaire" and he turns to Marcela, mouths the words and stares at her.

The phrase that comes to mind is "stomach tied in knots." but not in a good way. He looks tense, pissed off, hurt, and scared.

All these emotions center around Betty and her "boyfriend". Why would Armando feel betrayed? Why does he feel hurt? Why is he pissed off? Especially more when money is mentioned?

Money for men is power. The more you have the better you are. It's seen as a sign of being untouchable, stronger, more important, and better than everyone else.

Men use money to boost their ego and feel better about themselves. So for him to hear that Betty's boyfriend is a multi-millionaire is a kick to his ego, but also his fear that Nicolas is turning Betty against him and by consequences will take away his money therefore it would make Nicolas Mora better than him.

Now Betty's friends suck.

They constantly use her to make fun of Patty. They never respect her privacy or her wishes to maintain her personal life secret from others in Eco Moda and are always so nosy in her business.

They care more about their ego than they do about Betty's wishes or feelings.

Even Bertha tells Betty that she can't deny them the pleasure of rubbing it in Patty's face that Betty has a boyfriend.

The only ones that show some kind of redemption are Mariana, Aura Maria, and at times Inesita.

Because of them the hostility of Armando and his distrust of Nicolas is fed. As they constantly spread false information and use Betty's intimacy as a pawn without caring about the consequences. They suck.

Betty leaves a lollipop on Armando's desk.

As Armando enters his office we can see the lollipop on his desk.

Why does such a simple object hold such meaning in this scene?

Betty exits her office.

"Did you eat well?"She speaks in a peaceful tone.

"Mhmm" he avoids her.

"Sir, I need you to sign this paper for the legalization of the money Terra Moda paid to your family." Armand snatches the paper from her hand to sign and then throws it at her. "Thank you." Betty looks at the paper. "I have some really good news! Regarding the sells report and with the advances that Mr. Mario Calderon managed to get we are able to cover the overdraft with the bank and pay everyone tomorrow."

Armando slowly looks up at Betty, under his brows he gives her a dead stare. "What joy, no? Beatriz." he says sarcastically.

Confused Betty stops smiling and stands up.

"I knew you'd like the news." she walks towards her office and then returns " Sir may I ask you a question?"

"Mhm."

"Are you upset with me?" Armando, again slowly looks up at her.

"If i'm upset with you?" He laces his fingers in front of him, head tilted towards her, eyes dead focused on her. "No." he rest his elbow on his desk while he makes his hand into a fist, moves his right arm to rest behind him on his chair. "I'm not upset with you, Beatriz." He blinks rapidly. "It doesn't upset me at all for you to go around the halls of Eco Moda to shout to the four winds that you've got a rich boyfriend. That doesn't bother me." he is angry. Now he already discussed the situation with the Love Guru himself and they drew the conclusion that Betty was referring to Nicolas and Armando. We know that he was jealous, both economically and emotionally.

"Me?"

He stands up quickly, picks up the lollipop and starts to gesture pointing at himself and moving his hands in the air in front of him. "No! Me! Me! Beatriz you said you have a rich boyfriend." he leans on his desk towards Betty and hisses at her. "You told Patricia."

"I haven't said anything, Sir."

"No. I said it. " He walks from behind his desk to stand behind Betty. "Since I'm the one with a rich boyfriend! Beatriz you're lying to me. "He shakes the lollipop in the air. "and what pisses me off the most are lies. You did tell Patricia Fernandez in the hall that you have a rich boyfriend and I asked you a favor, to please not tell anyone about this-this-what we have, our relationship, yes. "he jerks to see behind him. "that it wasn't going to leave the both of us, right. You started talking about it. You tricked me! You betrayed me! You betrayed me, Dammit! You Betrayed me!" he angrily throws the lollipop onto the floor.

"Sir, I swear to you by the most sacred thing in my life that I didn't say anything. Allow me to explain. We[the secs.] were all waiting for the elevator and I told them I'd invite(lunch would be on her) out to eat because they're really low on money and I had taken out sixty thousand pesos from the petty cash fund to help them. In that moment Patricia showed up and overheard the conversation and started attacking me, asking where I had gotten the money, as if insinuating that I had stolen it from Eco Moda. So then they, to defend me, started to yell at her that I didn't have any need to have stolen that money and that I earn a really good salary and am a really good administrator and outside of that, Bertha said that I have a rich boyfriend but I've already explained, Sir, that she is always nagging me about Nicolas Mora."

"It's cause you told them you are committed or in a relationship with Nicolas Mora. Or what's going on, Beatriz?"

"Um nonono, Sir, how do you draw that conclusion? I haven't said any of that. Bertha said that to mortify Patricia but again, I repeat, I don't have anything with Nicolas Mora, no more than a friendly and work related relationship" she smiles nervously.

Armando stands up from his desk and walks behind it.

"Look Betty this isn't right. I don't like for people to be making assumptions or speculating. You shouldn't have said that, neither Bertha or anyone else. I don't want what we have to be jeopardized or that there's a rich boyfriend around. I don't like that, understand me."

"Yes sir. I talked to them already and asked them to not bother me about Nicolas Mora and they'll do it. Besides I don't have anything with Nicolas. In any case I want you to excuse me because of all of this and I want us to stand clear that I have word and I'll die before I don't fulfil it. I'm never going to betray you, Mister. I am incapable of breaking something so sacred to me. Do you believe me, Sir?"

"Yes, I believe you."

"It just that for me it's really important that you believe me."

"Yes I believe you."

"Do you swear?"

"I swear, swear, swear. I believe you, I swear!"

"Thank you, sir."

This was a heavy scene.

Armando is furious. He can't sit or stand still. This isn't for show. He truthfully feels this.

Betty is nervous and scared. She stands still, only moving when Armando nears her.

The lollipop actually plays a huge role here. It is a symbol of Betty's affection(just like chocolate bar that he shared with Mario). When Armando hastily picks it up, he is holding her affection. As he waves it in the air he is questioning it. As he throws it on the floor he is discarding it.

This represents Armando's furry and how quickly he is to react to it. He doesn't pay attention to consequence or details. He is solely focused on his own pain and yes, he is in pain.

As he repeats over and over again that Betty betrayed him.

Why does he feel betrayed? He talked this out with Mario and they both drew the conclusion that Betty was probably talking about him[Armando](the rich boyfriend). However Armando still feels betrayed.

Let's take a few steps back and break this down to simple actions.

Betty arrives to Eco Moda. She leaves a chocolate bar for Armando on his desk.

Mario and Armando have a briefing where Armando doesn't talk about his feelings and when he does Mario doesn't take him serious so he shuts off and gets angry at him instead.

Betty and him talk. He talks to her sweetly.

Betty's friends use her to make Patricia jealous.

Patricia, Marcela, and Hugo make fun of Betty and insult her and her "boyfriend" while Armando watches and witnesses first hand his biggest fear that keeps him in denial; public humiliation and people talking bad about him behind his back. His ego is bruised.

Mario and Armando discuss this new tabloid. Mario then mocks him by asking if he's jealous. Armando refrains and tells him to get serious.

Betty arrives back to Eco Moda and places a green lollipop on his desk.

Armando arrives to Eco Moda and enters his office.

Betty hands him a paper to sign. He pulls it out of her hand and then throws it at her. He then proceeds to yell(whisper but yelling at the sametime) at her and like a lion paces in his symbolic cage of feelings.

At the peak of this he expresses his true feelings.

Betrayal.

Once again Armando feels bamboozled.

At the start of the day Betty's gift represented hope. It gave him the understanding that things were going well and all of a sudden he finds out that she is "talking" about her rich boyfriend[Nic] to everyone. This causes him to want to murder her. Now when he talks to Mario they conclude that Betty possibly wasn't talking about Nicolas but instead him, Armando. His feeling of betrayal moved from feeling jealousy to now feeling like he can't trust her.

To some degree, not only because he doesn't want to face public humiliation or Marcela finding out about them, Armando does want to continue this relationship with her as it means he removes Nicolas from her life and you know what that means to him. So he does want to keep it tight lid.

However Armando has a problem, he can't control his rage. He can keep himself composed in front of people he doesn't want to give a bad impression to but with people he sees every day he has no problem exploding on them. This is the one emotion he is never shy to show.

Now as he stares at Betty, the one who he has trusted so much, as a potential liar, someone who could have broken his trust, he feels deep anger and hurt. He believes that she isn't respecting his wishes and worst of all playing him.

Her gift now though still represents her affection, is something he no longers cares for in his furry or how he treats it.

As she explain her side of the story he inspects her. He is suspicious and watching her closely.

Now seeing things from Betty's side. She is now looking at the man she has worked so hard for, to prove her worth, her important role in the company and his life, who has worked so hard for his trust, question her, it causes her a deep anguish.

She clarifies things but she needs him to believe her. She needs him to trust in her, to see her, to not question her integrity, to not pull away.

This is similar to the time that Betty confessed that RagTela had offered her a 10% commission and because at this point things were vastly less complicated for Armando emotionally, he listened to her and he showed that he trusted her. However this time Armando now agitated and frustrated over the whole situation tells her "I swear, swear, swear! I believe you, I swear!" because he wants the conversation over.

This isn't enough for Betty but she takes his word. You can tell she feels awful about the whole situation.

People that tend to not show emotion, live in denial of them, and basically just avoid them tend to feel extremely exhausted when we are placed in emotional settings. Be it an argument or just a conversation that is heavily rooted in emotions we tend to burn out quickly and just want the entire thing done with.

Armando is the exact way except he doesn't have the luxury of taking some time off to recharge emotionally like many of us do. For months this man has been on an emotional rollar coaster with the company and now in his personal life.

When Mario shows up to his office we can clearly see a very tired Armando.

Betty isn't like that. Though she knows how to control her emotions, she wears her heart on her sleeve with the people close to her. She isn't afraid to show her affection, though afraid to speak of them she is, Betty still wants people to believe in her.

Again though Betty and Armando are similar in a lot of ways the way they react is what sets them apart. Betty faces her problems and she finds ways to fix them. That's who she is. She explains her side of the story to clear the air but mostly because she doesn't want Armando to not trust her. His trust in her means a lot to her. It's what she has worked so hard for.

So while he is emotionally exhausted at the end of their argument, Betty isn't. Betty is hurting and afraid once again of what it all means.

#beatriz pinzon solano #betty pinzón solano #beatriz pinzón solano #betty #betty ysblf #yo soy betty la fea #betty la fea #armando ysblf #armando mendoza #don armando #analysis of ysblf #marcela valencia #mario calderon

[one-boring-person]

You Can Be My Wingman (Part Six)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

Warnings: death, mentions of mental trauma

Context: It's pretty sad :((

A/N: I have very little inspiration today, so I'll upload this and start looking for more somewhere😅

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Sweat drenches my brow as I snap upright, my eyes flying open, breath rasping out of my throat in sharp bursts. Darkness surrounds me, thick and suffocating despite the thin sliver of artificial light streaming in from between the drawn curtains, the yellowish colour giving everything an odd tint. Lifting my shaking hands, I cup my clammy face in them, breathing hard as I try to calm my racing heartbeat.

That same nightmare again. That same nightmare I've been having for weeks, the one that won't let me sleep, no matter what. I thought I'd recovered from the accident; I could fly again, and do all the exercises the others did, so why was I still struggling with my mental health?

Raising my head, I sigh in defeat as the memories flash through my head again; the calm voice of Matthew speaking in my ear, the silver streak as a jet flies past, the dread welling up in me as our plane enters a dangerous spin, Matthew's panicked shouts before we eject into nothing, his dead body falling past me, his glassy eyes staring into mine as he screams at me, tone pained and betrayed:

"This is YOUR fault! YOU killed me!"

Everytime, I wake as I hit the ground, fear, hurt and overwhelming grief accompanying the impact.

The nightmares had only started around three months ago, two months after I returned, at which point I stopped sleeping well. Every day, I turned up to training with dark rings under my eyes, my mood fragile due to fatigue, though no one noticed.

No one but Maverick.

I'd promised both him and myself that I'd find help if they continued for longer than a month, but I was too worried that they'd deem me unfit to fly, something which would crush me completely. However, as I sit there, hair sticking to my forehead, body shaking in shock, I finally decide to get help. I need to, if I want to stay where I am in Top Gun.

Laying back down, I close my eyes and drift off, thinking of the dream and its meaning.

It wasn't my fault, it can't have been.

But the more I think on it, the more it feels like it was.

***

"I believe that is all we have time for today. Think on what I have told you and try the medication. It should help." Dr Harris concludes, tapping her clipboard gently as she looks up at me, eyes kind and reassuring, even if I don't feel their effects.

"Thank you, I will."

Getting up, I leave the room, sighing as I emerge into the corridor, replaying the session over in my head. She thinks I have PTSD, which, if I told anyone, would mean I am forbidden to fly planes in combat in case it triggers a more serious flashback whilst in the air. She'd recommended medication to me, pills to help me sleep at night, but I am sceptical about taking them- I've never liked taking medicine, even if it does help.

In my head, the last part of our conversation plays over and over:

"I don't understand, I've recovered, haven't I?"

"Physically, yes. Mentally, well, I'm afraid mental wounds cut deeper than physical injuries."

Pounding footsteps draw my attention, panicked voices accompanying them. Looking up, I notice some of the other pilots sprinting towards me, voices calling out to me and to the doctors around us, shouting for help. One of them spots me, coming to me immediately.

"What's wrong?" I ask, confused.

Panting, the pilot grunts out an answer:

"It's Maverick...and G-Goose...they...spun out...had to eject..." I don't give him time to finish, thundering off into the direction he came from, my fear and concern giving me speed as I dodge around people and objects in the way, eyes wide. A few angry shouts follow me, but I ignore them, making my way to the hangers where I know the commanders will be waiting. Reaching the stairwell that leads to the changing rooms, I stumble down them, almost breaking my ankle in my haste to reach my destination, bursting into the female ones, sprinting through them and out into the open, my heart pounding.

As I emerge into the hot sun, I briefly stop, breathing heavily, locating the correct hanger where the commanders are shouting at each other and at the remaining pilots. Making my way over, I vaguely recognise Iceman and Slider, their faces worried and upset as they recieve a verbal assault from Viper and Jester. Seeing me, the former trails off, his hard eyes softening at my appearance, his jaw clenching nervously.

"Quicksilver, what are you doing here? Get inside!" Another commander snaps at me, his moustache bristling as his lip curls up.

"Let her stay!" Viper retorts quickly, eyes never leaving mine.

"What's going on? Where are they? Are they ok?" My voice is rushed and breathless, concern and fear dominating my tone.

Sighing, the older pilot looks down briefly before replying.

"Maverick and Goose got caught in the jet wash behind Iceman and Slider and entered a flat spin. They had to eject." From his lack of confidence, I can immediately tell not all is as he makes it out to be.

"What are you not telling me? Has something happened to them?"

Chewing his lip, Viper shifts uncomfortably.

"Maverick is ok, he landed in the sea after his parachute caught him."

"And Goose?" Dread fills me.

"We aren't sure yet, but everything points to Goose having not made it. It would appear he ejected straight into the cockpit, which would've done serious damage, even with a helmet." The commander's voice is quiet and sad, and I know instantly there is no "maybe" about this. Goose didn't make it.

Horror, grief and sorrow well up in me, reopening the wounds I received when I found Matthew lying wrapped in his parachute, face bloodied, body lifeless.

Distractedly, I watch as a helicopter hovers into view, the rotors unbearably loud as the hulking machine comes in to land in front of us, barely feeling the onslaught of the overpowering winds. Touching down, the helicopter pilot cuts the engine, allowing the medical staff who have amassed nearby to surge forwards, their voices carrying slightly in the breeze. From inside, a familiar figure shuffles out, guided by an attendant until he shrugs them off, stepping out of their reach, quickly.

Ignoring Viper's protest, I run to him, only slowing when I am around three metres away, at which point his gaze finally focuses on me, eyes dead and unseeing.

"Maverick?" I try first, voice hesitant, "Pete?"

At this, he looks up, eyes finding mine, his facade of strength finally breaking as he strides over to me, collapsing onto me, arms wrapping around my body, tears and sobs muffled by my shoulder. Salty tears welling in my own eyes, I embrace him, stroking his back soothingly, trying to reassure him though I know it is impossible. I know the pain he suffers from, and I know its severity.

And now we both have to face its consequences, as serious as they are.

Pulling away after some time, he looks at me, eyes red and blotchy, skin wet and clammy from his grief.

"How? How did you survive this?" The young pilot questions hoarsely, gaze searching mine.

Shaking my head sadly, I take his face in my hands, wiping away his tears.

"I don't know, I don't know, Pete, but we'll get through this, ok? We'll make it through like we always do."

Breath catching again, Pete throws himself into my arms again, a fresh wave of grief taking over.

As I rub his back in reassurance, I feel my mind straying.

Even if we do survive, how will it affect us, and what will it do to our friendship? After all, mental wounds cut deeper than physical ones, and they are also the hardest to recover from.

Part Seven

#top gun #top gun imagine #tom cruise #maverick #maverick x reader #top gun: maverick #iceman

[bananxjin]

Trophy Wife || 7

↦ Coworker!Seokjin x Reader

↦ WC: 3,641

↦ Drama || Angst || Fluff || Slow Burn

↦ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing, emotional, verbal, and some physical abuse. Non-Consensual kiss. Gaslighting. Possessive behavior. Reader feels trapped. Touru manhandles Reader. Mentions of bruising on the wrist/arms. There’s a moment where Touru attempts to undress her, but nothing happens. Insecurity and second guessing. Mentions of being kicked out. Most of the bad stuff is in the very beginning if that helps. Chapter ends on a sad note.

↦ Tagged: @lysannnnaa​, @vanillanjin​

↦ Summary: You thought you knew what you wanted – You were sure you knew what you wanted. You thought the be-all and end-all was a loving, domestic marriage with your fiance, Touru Kim; the love of your life, the future father of your children, and the man of your dreams, but things happen. Events begin to unfold, and the relationship falls apart. You see the true colors of your husband-to-be, and you realize that maybe he’s not what you built him up to be. With everything laid out in front of you, you knew the be-all and end-all was a loving, domestic marriage.

Just not with Touru.

(A/N PLEASE READ: I promise things are going to be much smoother sailing going forward, and this should be the only chapter that will be like this. This Is a Heads Up: This chapter is emotionally draining and could be triggering to some. This chapter will contain brief mentions of light physical abuse, verbal abuse, and emotional abuse. More details mentioned in the TW above as I didn’t want to blindside anybody. This is the final warning. Please proceed with caution.)

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“You’re quitting that fucking job.”

“No I’m not! I enjoy having that job!” You passed your fiance in a huff, dropping your bag and keys on the dining table before you were spinning around to face him again. “It gives me a chance to get out of the house! To actually talk to people! Touru, I don’t wanna hang out around here all day--”

“Then you can start coming in to work with me since you need constant attention like a fucking dog!” His cheeks were tinged a slight pink, and his blond hair had been messed up a bit from the wind, but it only made him look angrier. Unapproachable even. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you tried to speak your next words softly.

“Touru. We don’t have kids yet. The house still stays clean, and there’s still dinner on the table at the end of the day. I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead where you stand. Touru’s furious glare burned a hole directly through your face and into the forefront of your mind. You wouldn’t let it upset you, though. This was just a misunderstanding. Something the two of you could work through. Just like you always have.

He addressed you with a dangerously low tone of voice. “You know very well what my “Problem” is, (Y/n). You walked out on his fucking arm tonight!” He gripped onto the back of one of your kitchen chairs tightly, leaning all of his weight into it as if it were his last leg of support, both emotionally and physically. All the while, he kept his head down and his eyes sealed shut.

“Touru…” Although you called out to him softly, your eyes were anything but. All the questions you had for him, begging to understand your lover's obsession with Seokjin; to just let you into his mindset, to help you make sense of it all. To make things right. But he’s never let up; not once.

“Touru, ever since I got this job, you’ve been obsessed with Jin, I don’t understand--”

“Oh, so it’s just Jin now?”

“That’s what he asked me to call him!” You quickly defended. “Please, I just want to understand! Do you know him? Did he say something to you?! Tell me!”

Touru pushed the chair away from him. Forcefully so; enough for it to topple and send it clattering across the kitchen floor, but the sound hardly registered in your mind. In just a few quick seconds, Touru was stomping towards you, filling your vision and closing the space between your two bodies. He aggressively took hold of your wrists and slammed them into the wood behind you. The air escaped your lungs in a violent huff as he crushed his lips against yours. It wasn’t even what you would consider a kiss, more like a means to shut you up. He was as quick to pull off as he was to initiate it.

“Touru--”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize him at the restaurant?” He sneered, leaning in closer. “Or how he worked overnight with you? And you lied to me so I wouldn’t know about it.”

“I-I…” You swallowed around the lump in your throat, “I knew you’d worry if I told you, so I…” Touru pressed his warm lips to your cheek, hushing you.

“You knew I’d worry? Or you knew I’d find out about your little affair?” Your blood ran cold at even the suggestion of you going behind his back with another man. You knew better than to entertain a fling with Jin, and even then, you knew you were in love with Touru. Was that not enough for him?

“Seokjin, he… He didn't do anything. We didn’t do anything. I promise, Touru.” Your voice cracked as he put some space between the two of you. Not much. Just enough for him to look you in the eye. If he acknowledged your defense, he showed no evidence of doing so.

“What about tonight? When I heard you bad mouthing April over that fucking botanical garden shit.” He hissed, “What, were you hoping that arrogant, lanky prick was gonna do something to fix that? Your white knight was going to make it all better? Get you your flower wedding?”

“When-”

“I’m guessing he was the one pushing you to go back into nursing school too, wasn’t he? Since you brought that shit up again!” His voice was booming against your eardrum as his grip tightened like a vice around your arms before slamming them into the door again, causing you to whimper out in pain.

“Tell me, (Y/n): How long has it been since you chose to drop out? Two years? Three, even?” “No, I--”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been checking in on you at your Job,” He enunciated mockingly, “And everytime I do, you’re always hanging off that stupid mans arm like… Like some whore!” Your fingers began to tingle as his grip only got stronger.

“Have you forgotten you’re engaged?! Should I show you who you belong to?!” He demanded. Without waiting for a response, one of his hands released your arm so he could tug your skirt up. His pupils were blown out as his fingers wrestled with your panties, but you furiously fought him off.

“Stop! Stop it!” You thrashed and smacked at his shoulders. Finally wrestling your other arm out of his grip, you gave a harsh shove to his chest, and he stumbled back. There were tears brimming your eyes as your glare met his.

“Jin is my coworker! He’s my friend! That’s all he is; it’s all he’s ever been!” Your voice came out hoarse, “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this!”

“He’s forcing his way into our relationship! He’s ruining my plans!” Touru shouted back, grabbing you by the arms and shaking you with each word that left his mouth. “Why don’t you understand that all he is doing is trying to take you away from me!?”

And just like that, any fight you had left had drained from your body. Your lips were sucked between your teeth, eyes squeezed shut as your body became dead weight against his.

“It’s not like that… It’s not like that at all…”

You dropped your head down, sniffling as you finally felt the warm tears streaming down your cheeks. Forcefully sucking back the snot that had built up in your nose. Touru snarled and shoved you back.

“Cry all you want. It’s not getting you out of the argument this time.” He hissed. Your back hit the door with a soft thud before you were sliding down into a huddled position. Your arms wrapped tight across your body, gripping your shoulders with such force that you could feel the nail indentations in your skin. You kept your face buried in your arms to hide your tear stained cheeks away from Touru. Away from everyone.

“I am done playing these games with you. You have until tomorrow to make a decision.” He huffed, fixing his tie as his tone returned back to normal.

“It’s me or the job.”

Your eyes remained glued to the floor while he silently stalked off without another word. His angry footsteps echoed off the walls around you, like a beating drum pounding against your ears as he moved further and further away until finally. Finally, you heard the bedroom door slam shut.

Your lungs expelled any remnants of air and with it, all the tears you’d been holding back. You felt lightheaded when you could finally breathe in again, your head held tightly in the crooks of your arms as if you were protecting yourself. It was all you could do to keep control of the sobbing and the shaking raking itself through your body in violent waves.

It’s him or the job.

Him or the job.

Him or the job…

You don’t remember falling asleep. Or waking up. Your whole was morning lost in the midst of a hazy blur. You barely got any sleep at all that night, and you had to be at work early for another opening shift. Your energy was beyond depleted, and you weren’t even sure you were going to make it through the day. But the only alternative was going home.

There’s no escape no matter where you turn.

“Hey!” You’re startled by Jin’s sudden hand on your shoulder. “I texted you last night, but you didn’t respond. Was everything okay?” You give him a look like, ‘What do you mean?’ Before pulling your phone out. But you can’t even check your messages before you're caught once again by Jin’s sudden gasp.

“Oh my god, what happened?” He gently took one of your wrists between his hands, but you were quick to pull away and turn your back to him, as if that was going to undo the damage. As if somehow, shutting him out would make all of this go away.

“It doesn’t matter, Jin” You tugged your sleeves down as much as you could to conceal the purple marks. “Look. I had a really rough night last night, and I don’t even want to be here today. I just… Really need some space if you don’t mind.”

Jin was taken back by your nonchalant attitude. “He… Touru didn’t do that to you, did he? Because if he did--”

“No!” You snapped, turning back to him with pinkish cheeks and drawn in brows. “I’m sorry,” You sighed, closing your eyes for a second. “No, I… It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it.”

“(Y/n)… If he’s hurting you, you need to tell someone--” “I don’t think I need you telling me what to do, Seokjin.” You lied through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna get to work. Let me know if you need anything.”

And like that, your walls went right back up again. The whole day, you were no more than a football field's length away at all times, but being shut out by you made it feel so much further. There was a strange wave of déjà vu that would wash over Jin whenever he saw you,  constantly reminding him of the first time he tried to talk to you about Touru. The first time he’d really upset you.

But things are different now…

…Aren’t they?

Somehow Jin felt like this time would be different. Different in a way that maybe he wasn’t ready to see, and the one time he needed to talk to you about it, he wasn’t allowed to. He kept catching glimpses of you throughout the day. Passing by you in a sea of customers or when he’d be making runs to other sections of the store.

There were several times where you’d catch each other’s eye by accident and he’d attempt to smile at you, but you’d just look the other way. Jin couldn’t deny the stinging feeling deep in his chest. The fear that maybe this was the end of your friendship.

He did what he could to give you your space, but working in an environment like this made it difficult. Several times, he had to request your assistance, or he’d find himself in the same dressing room as you, going about his business as if things were normal, but otherwise, he tried his best to stay out of your way. He didn’t speak a word to you. Not because he was upset with you, but to respect your space. In the rare moments he did find himself beside you, you wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence. Either pretending like he wasn’t there, or dashing off without a word. It was painful, but what could he do? What could he say to make it better?

The worst part about all of this is that he knew. He knew Touru put those bruises on your wrists, but here you were at work, going on like everything was normal. Tonight, you’d go home to him and -- What, forgive him? Tell him you love him and pretend like it was normal?

What if she already broke up with him? What if that’s the reason why...

At the end of the day, Jin went home with more questions than answers. Went home wondering about the what ifs and how things could’ve been different had he intervened when he had the chance.

Late into the night, he tried texting you again. He went over the text a thousand times, reading it and re-reading it, hoping it was enough to get a response. At least enough to tell him you’d be okay. But the minutes turned into hours and still, silence. Frustration. Anger. Despair. Restless, but not quite tired enough to fall asleep. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t. All he could do was hope that you were safe and that things wouldn’t change too much. Because above all else…

He didn’t want to lose you.

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If you were in a movie, this would be it.

This would be the final scene. The one where everything magically fixed itself. The one where the love of your life proves your best friend wrong -- That he can, and he will become a better man. The Right Man. Just for you. He’d be waiting for you in the kitchen with puffy, tear stained eyes and an apology on his lips.

He’d tell you he was wrong. He was wrong for how he acted last night. And he was wrong about Seokjin. He’s been wrong about him this whole time, and it’s okay if you continue to be friends with him.

If this were a movie, this would be your bittersweet ending. Sure, you didn’t fall in love with the best friend character, but you would come out of this with a happy marriage. One that is filled with unconditional love where you’re surrounded by your friends and family. This would be your favorite scene.

But this wasn’t a movie, and the problem wouldn’t magically fix itself. This was the part you’d been dreading all afternoon because until you walked through that front door, you didn’t know what was going to happen.

You thought about it all day; your ultimatum. You thought about the way Touru manhandled you the night before, and the clear indication of what happened having been left behind for people like Jin to see. The part you’ve spent the last five years trying to hide from everyone else.

Your mind had wandered back to your parents relationship while you were growing up; wandered about the times you heard them yelling at each other downstairs, and you questioned if they ever had moments like this. Where everything felt like it was falling apart.

Sure, arguments were bound to happen in any relationship, but were they always meant to make you feel this bad?

Click.

Walking into your house felt like walking into an unknown universe. You stood alone in the kitchen with Touru nowhere in sight, and still you felt alienated.

The setting sun cast a warm glow across your kitchen, stretching along your torso to paint you in a soft orange color. It almost felt like a hug from an old friend. Like somehow, you were being told that things aren’t as bad as they seem.

But that’s a lie. Things have been bad for a long, long time.

You glanced around. The kitchen was spotless just like it had been this morning. The chair had been set upright, although there was a clear mark on the leg where it had skidded across the floor.

Just another reminder…

You felt an obligation to start on dinner. To run off to Touru’s study and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. Maybe if you could pretend -- You would set the scene, and maybe Touru would go along with it.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?” Touru called out from down the hall.

You didn’t respond at first, instead wanting to gather up the courage to face him, but he was standing in the kitchen archway before long, leaning against the white wood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Welcome home.” He muttered softly. “Thank you,” You smiled. “How was work?”

He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes darted down to your hands, tightly sealed together by the threads of your fingers. Just beneath your sleeve, he could see the hint of purple bruising peeking out at him. Begging for his attention.

Something seemed to flash in his gaze for a moment, but it vanished before you could address it.

“Work was fine.” He sighed, pushing himself off the wall and allowing his hands to fall at his sides. He finally raised his head back up, looking you in the eye, resembling the same poker faced man you’ve known for half a decade. No guilt or even an ounce of remorse crossed his face. Not a single tear. No apologies. Nothing.

“So? What’s the final verdict?” You swallowed. Now it was your turn to cross your arms. The million dollar question, but here you stood with no answer for him.

You couldn’t do it. You wanted some control; some normalcy that wasn’t just waking up to cook, clean, and do the shopping. You weren’t ready for all the things that came with being a trophy wife, but that didn’t mean you were willing to let go of the only meaningful relationship you’ve ever had either.

You looked down at your toes; at the mark on the chair. Anywhere that wasn’t him hoping there was an easy answer for you to find. But the silence was too heavy and drawn out, and so Touru took that as your answer.

“That’s what I figured.” He sighed, turning away to stroll through the living room. “I’ve laid out some of the suitcases for when you got home. But I want you out tonight.”

“Wait, Touru!” Your voice was laced with panic; your ears rang with fear as you chased after him, heels clacking on the hardwood floor.

“Can we talk about this?” “There’s nothing else to talk about, (Y/n).” His voice was firm in his reply, already having sat back down at his desk. His computer sprung back to life as he fiddled with his mouse, going about his work as if he didn’t just tell you to leave your shared house.

“You have to understand, I enjoy working! It’s not anything to do with you or not wanting to be a mother!” You pleaded, “I get bored and lonely all day, and-”

“I said I’m not discussing this anymore, (Y/n).”

“It’s not fair of you to make this decision on your own! I wanted to go into nursing, and you shot that down! This is only a temporary job that’s meant to last until we get married, and-”

“(Y/n)-”

“We’re still going to get married and everything’s going to be okay! We’re just going through a rough patch right now! I love you so much, and-”

“(Y/N)!” His voice echoed off the walls as he stood out of his office chair abruptly, causing it to knock into his desk. The computer shimmied with force and all his office supply tumbled onto the carpet.

“Do you even care about how I feel?” He asked, shoulders hunched around his ears. “It’s been hurting me these last couple months having to be close to you, knowing that you’re actively lying to me to go spend time with another man.”

“He’s just my coworker, Touru.” You whimpered. “You have five secretaries; all women. All who work very closely with you every single day, and I’ve never once accused you of cheating on me--”

“They’re all married, (Y/n)! They’d never try to come between you and me--” “You don’t even know if Jin’s married! You don’t know anything about him--” “Is he, (Y/n)?!” He demanded suddenly.

“What?”

“Is Seokjin married? Because he acts awfully friendly with you for being a married man.” At that, you fell silent. Once again looking away from him because you didn’t have the right answer.

“That’s what I thought.”

Your eyes filled with tears. “Touru,” You said his name softly, reaching out for him but he jerked away, just out of reach. “Touru, all I’ve been doing is working, and him seeing us at the restaurant was pure coincidence, I promise! I… I had no idea he even worked there…”

“You’ve done nothing but lie to me, (Y/n). Ever since you got this job, that’s all it’s been…” He sighed. ”I don’t trust you right now. I’m sorry.”

And there it was…

The one thing you’ve known; the one thing you’ve been scared of him saying to you for months has finally come out.

“Touru, please…” You couldn’t hardly breathe around the lump in your throat. Your voice became strained and whiny as the tears finally bubbled over. “Please don’t do this! I love you!” You reached for his hand again, but he just snatched it away from you.

“Please! There has to be another way around this! What else can I do?”

Touru shook his head. “I think it’s best if we separate for a while… At least until I feel like I can talk to you again.”

“”So that’s it? You’re just going to get rid of me?” You sniffled, “You’re just going to kick me out of our house--”

“My house.” He corrected, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “It was my money that bought this place--”

“Nobody’s making you pay for all of this on your own! I could easily help you; I want to help you--” “I don’t need your fucking help, (Y/n)!” He sneered at you.

“I need to feel like you love me again.”

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Waves

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! It’s been a bit, I was a little preoccupied with life but, I'm back to writing! I just want to say thank you for the likes and comments on my last post, it meant the world to me that people took the time to read what I posted! I said I had Jungkook fic on the way but It’s pretty lengthy and heavy so I'm still working on it! But, in celebration of August-D2 heres a little angst fic of Yoongi. I tend to write angst a lot because it's super emotional and I feel like I write a little better haha! Stay safe and enjoy!

Yoongi x reader (established relationship), Jungkook x reader (best friends)

Words Count: 4162

WARNINGS: drinking, drinking and driving, death, swearing, self inflicted injuries, blood and grief!

*Please do not read if the thought of death is triggering*

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A scream rings throughout the apartment as another glass cup is smashed on the wood floor. He tries again, yelling, but it brings him no satisfaction. The pain is still there, swallowing him with every passing moment. Running his hands through his hair his eyes land on the strategically placed picture frames on the coffee table, the emotions they bring burn him to the core. Stumbling over he grabs one of the frames looking at the picture. He runs his thumb over your smiling face. Your arm was wrapped around him as he planted a kiss on your cheek. Failing to stifle the whimper that escapes from his mouth he throws the frame to the ground in one fluid motion. Not even seconds pass before the rest of the frames are recklessly thrown around the apartment, the glass shards spraying across the floor. He doesn’t realize when he starts crying, but when he grabs the last frame he takes a second to look at the picture. His eyes blur the image but, he can tell it was the most recent picture of you two. Jungkook took it when everyone was out, your head was resting on his shoulder as you slept, Yoongi just stared with eyes of adoration. The memory floods back to him; you were so tired from work but, after the pleas from the rest of the boys you decided to go out. It was short lived as you only lasted about an hour before passing out on Yoongi. He didn’t mind it one bit though, as he got to see your sleeping face he loved so much. He swears his heart skips a million beats seeing the way your eyebrows knit and the snores that leave your slightly open lips. His knuckles turn white from how harshly he clutches the frame, he tries to throw it but halfway through his arm goes limp and he drops to his knees. Hugging the picture to his chest, he lets the loud sobs wrack his body. He's sinking and sinking, begging for a life raft in a sea of his own misery. The waves crash over him right before he can reach for air and the sobs continue. His chest hurts, his brain hurts yet he feels so utterly numb. He’s so weak he allows his body to lay against the floor, he gives up trying and lets the waves come take him away. The glass against the floors reminds him of the accident and he curls into a ball like a scared child.

“Please,” he buries the picture deeper into his chest. “Bring her back to me, please.”

He didn’t care how pathetic he seemed, he was weak and broken. He didn’t care if his friends knew, he didn’t care if his family knew and he certainly didn’t care if his neighbors knew.

The alcohol churns in his stomach and a part of him tries to get up before he vomits but, the other part is too overcome with emotions to even move. Eventually, he bolts up and runs to the bathroom purging all the alcohol and little food in his system. With a heave he goes to the sink rinsing his face and mouth. His eyes catch himself in the mirror and he can’t help but stare. His eyes are bloodshot and the cuts are still healing. The bruising around his eye and cheek are turning a yellow hue signaling the healing. In an instant he is disgusted.

“Your fault,” he slurs out, gripping the edges of the sink taking a deeper look at himself. “You should have been paying attention.”

His eyes narrow and grow fierce as he winds his fist back. “You killed her!”

The sound of glass crunching fills the space and for one moment, one single moment the world is silent. As he pulls his now bloody fist back the shattered shards break off and make a clink as they fall to the ground. Exhaustion fills every crevice of his body and he drags himself to your once shared bedroom. It’s the first time he's been in it since being discharged. His heart aches as he climbs on the bed tucking himself in. The injury on his hand goes untreated, too uninterested to even wrap the bloody knuckles. He stays on his side, as he reaches for your pillow. It smells like you, and he's burying his nose in the fabric inhaling the scent. It brings a strange comfort and he finds himself sobbing again. His tired mind and body finally slip out of consciousness as the last thought in his head is you.

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“Yoongi-ah!” you giggle wrapping an arm around his neck before giving a peck on his cheek. You are stupidly in love but, so is he. He knows you’re the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he’s been carrying the box in his pocket for so long, yet he's too nervous to ask the question.

“Yes?” he gives a gummy smile as your tipsy state.

“Kookie is being a little brat,” you pout. “He keeps challenging me to drinking games.” Yoongi turns his head to a chuckling Jungkook and raises a brow. “Is he now?”

“She started it, hyung!” He whines.

Plopping yourself on Yoogni’s lap you stick your tongue out at the younger boy. Yoongi automatically wraps his arms around your waist, smiling at the two of you's child-like behavior.

“Are you sure you don’t want to drink with us? We can always call a cab.” You stare at him with puppy eyes.

Yoongi nods his head and tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m okay, I like watching you have fun, I don’t need to drink to have fun.”

You smile before kissing him on the cheek.

“I would say ew but, you guys are fucking adorable.” Jungkook smiles before pouting. “When am I gonna meet someone?”

You smile before leaning over to flick the younger boy's forehead.

“Don’t worry, Kookie! I got my eyes open for her.” You smile.

The three of you continue to have fun at the bar, the night is filled with drinking (minus Yoongi who sipped on his sprite), dancing and awful jokes that probably only made sense to the three of you. After a couple of hours the alcohol fills you with a tired feeling and you lean your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Tired.” Is all you get out causing Yoongi to laugh.

“Wanna go home?”

You nod your head child-like before Yoongi searches the bar for Jungkook. As if right on cue, jungkook makes his way over with a water in his hand.

“We are gonna head out, Y/N is about to pass out at the booth here.” Yoongi smiles.

“Me too,” the younger boy slurs. “I'll head out with you guys I’m gonna call a cab.”

Yoongi nods before wrapping an arm around you for support. “You sure you don’t want a ride?”

“Nah, I’m okay it would be out of the way for you guys anyways.” Jungkook states.

The three of you all headed out the door, you told Yoongi (as wasted as you were) that you wanted to make sure Jungkook got in the cab safe so you all waited for the arrival.

As you wait the sound of booming laughter bursts through the door as two clearly drunk men come stumbling out. Their slurred words are unintelligible as they shout loudly over one another. The two make their way to a black SUV before hopping inside and speeding off. The sound of the tires screeching causes Jungkook to wince while you all watch with concerned faces.

“God damn,” Jungkook mumbles. “You guys be careful, yeah? Those idiots are seriously gonna get someone killed.”

You and Yoongi agree. “I hope they get home safe…” you whisper.

Shortly after a white cab rolls up and Jungkook pulls you two into a hug.

“Goodnight love birds! Y/N I will be at your house tomorrow with plenty of advil and greasy food.” He gives you a wink before skipping to the car.

The two of you wave off JUngkook as the cab drives out of the lot and down the road.

“Are you doing alright?” Yoongi asks.

“Mhm,” you smile. “I’m perfectly great when I’m with you.”

Yoongi flashes his teeth before gently pulling you to the car. He opens the passenger door gently placing you inside making sure to tuck your feet under the dashboard and fasten your seatbelt. He takes a second after he's finished to admire you.

“You’re so cute.” He reaches over and boops your nose releasing you into a fit of giggles.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah.” He answers.

“I love you.” You smile up at him.

His heart skips before he captures your lips in a kiss, cradling your jawline. “I love you too.”

No matter how many times you say the words to each other, butterflies fill your stomach everytime.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

Yoongi closes the door and climbs into the drivers side. Starting the car up with ease he pulls out of the parking lot and makes his way back home. Feeling a bit tired he turns the music on tuning the radio to find the perfect station. As he finds the perfect one he pulls to an intersection stepping on the brakes for the red light. The streets are completely dead, it made sense considering it was almost 3am.

“Yoongs? You spoke so quietly Yoongi barely heard you.

“Yes?” He reaches over smoothing down your hair.

He could see the sleep in your eyes and he started to become impatient with the light.

“You know you are my soulmate?”

“Well,” Yoongi chuckled as he continued to stroke your hair. “You know you are MY soulmate?”

You peer up at him with a goofy smile. “I mean it, I can’t picture my life with anyone else. You make me happy and feel so… me.”

He can see the sincerity in your eyes, that's when he makes the decision. Tomorrow is the day he pops the question, no more pussying out.

“I can’t either, I feel like I'm on cloud 9 when I'm with you. I can’t imagine a life without you.”

You close your eyes as your lips tug upwards.

“Sleep, i'll wake you up when we are home.” He leans over placing a kiss on your forehead.

The light turns green and Yoongi carefully drives in order to not wake you up. He tries to avoid all the bumps in the road but it gets a little difficult as he reaches an area with less streetlights.

“You know, I’m gonna ask you to marry me.” Yoongi looks at the road.

As he begins to reach towards the intersection closer to your house he hears your voice.

“About time.” He hears you mumble.

He's about to laugh before everything goes in slow motion.

He almost doesn’t notice it at first, the car is a black SUV. The headlights are off but he can hear the too late screeching of the breaks as the car launches on your side. It’s so painfully slow yet his body can’t move fast enough. The sound of metal against metal fills his ears as he feels the car spiral before losing balance. The closest thing Yoongi can describe the feeling is like being on a roller coaster. As the car flips over Yoongi feels his head hit the side of the door. It doesn’t hurt but, nothing seems to register besides the sound of glass breaking. He doesn’t remember when his eyes shut but, when he opens them all the pain rushes through his body.

“Fuck.” He coughs out.

Everything is blurry and one of his eyes can barely open. He sits upright, finally piecing together the scene.

“Y/N?” He asks, trying to push himself upright with a grunt.

When you don’t answer the panic fills his chest, despite how much his body screams at him to sit still he turns his aching neck to your direction. The sight makes his blood run cold as he gasps out.

“Y/N?!” He tries to reach for you but his seatbelt constricts him.

He moves slowly only fueling into his panic and frustration. He tries unbuckling the seat belt but it's stuck. He cries calling out your name struggling the best he can to pull the belt off and get to you. He finally stops pulling to look at you again, taking in all the damage. Your side of the car in crushed, broken glass pierces your skin and your body lays in an abnormal position. Your eyes are slightly open as blood trickles out of your mouth. Yoongi panics waiting for the sight of your chest to fall and rise but nothing comes.

“No, no, no, no,” Yoongi whimpers as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back. “Please god, no.”

The sound of sirens ring in the background, they are close. Yoongi perks up at the sound before screaming and yanking the seatbelt in different ways eventually getting it to let go of his grasp on him.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, the ambulance is here they are gonna get you fixed up. Just hang in there.” Yoongi cradles your limp head ignoring the way you mold too easily to his touch.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up, please I just need you to-” he breaks down as the emergency cars pull up to the scene.

“I need you to wake up, I need you,” He can barely form sentences as he's gasping for breath. You aren’t breathing and you aren't moving.

He screams and yells as the EMTs rush to him picking him up and placing him on the stretcher. His body doesn’t let him escape as they work on him. The sounds of radios and bustling people are all too much for him.

He begs them to get you as they slip the oxygen mask around his head loading him into the ambulance. They try their best to calm Yoongi down but he's hysterical. He waits for them to load you inside the vehicle but they quickly speed off despite Yoongi’s protests. Panic fills his chest until the last thing he sees is black.

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                                                 2 Weeks Later

He runs his fingers against the smooth wood of the casket. You look so peaceful laying there with a head against the pillow. They covered the cuts with makeup, they almost look invisible.

“Hey,” Yoongi starts with a cracking voice. “You look so beautiful.”

He takes his hand caressing your cold cheek before letting it fall to his side.

“Ever since I met you I knew you were the one, falling in love with you was so easy, everything with you felt so natural yet, no matter how many years passed you always made my heart leap. There's no one else like you, I don’t think there ever will be.” He smiles before reaching into his chest pocket pulling out the ring that had waited so long to be placed on your delicate finger. “It’s always gonna be you. I've been wanting to do this for so long.”

Gently taking your hand he slips the ring on your finger rubbing over it for a moment before placing your hand back in its original position.

“I love you.” He croaks. “I wish I could have been able to hear your answer.”

“She would have said yes.” A voice rings out causing Yoongi to turn to the sound.

Jungkook makes his way over to the casket, his black suit is pressed and clean not quite matching his now long fluffy hair. As he gets closer, Yoongi can see how red and irritated his eyes are, the bags rest under showing the emotional tow he was experiencing.

“She always would tell me, if you didn’t ask her soon she was about to pop the question herself.” He smiles at Yoongi with sad eyes. “I've never seen two people so in love, you guys were perfect, I know she would have said yes.”

Yoongi nods as the tears slip from his face. “I miss her.”

Jungkook pulls the older boy into a hug before letting the tears slip from his own eyes. “I do too, hyung.”

Not too long after the service begins, not once does Jungkook leave Yoongi’s side. The other boys stay nearby doing their part in helping set up and take down the setup. They are careful around the other two, making sure to give them the space they need. Everyone in the room was hurting, they were all dealing with it in their own ways. Everyone says their speeches, lastly Yoongi goes up to the podium as all eyes land on him. Clearing his throat he scans the crowd.

“Y/N was one of the kindest souls I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. With her, every obstacle and bad day was easier. She was the light of everyone's life.” The crowd's faces became blurred and he felt so vulnerable. None of the words he could say would ever compare to who you were as a person. “I know we are all feeling lost without her here but, I know she will always be a part of us. I hope she's watching us, with her beautiful smile and leading us down the right path. Even in death she brings us together.”

The crowd smiles, knowing you and how you are.

“As we mourn the loss of a daughter, a best friend,” Yoongi looks at your grieving parents before turning his attention to Jungkook, he swallows before speaking again, turning his eyes to your figure. “And a soulmate. Let us use this time to support and care for each other like Y/N would have wanted.”

Yoongi walks back to his seat and sits down watching as everyone begins to get up one by one saying their final goodbyes.

It seems to be going too fast now, everyone is on their way to the burial site. Flowers cover the sleek mahogany casket hovering above the deep hole that awaits your final resting place. As everyone gathers around the sound of the machine whirling makes Yoongi close his eyes. He wants to watch you for one last time but, the thought of you lowering to the ground causes his heart to shatter. With his eyes closed he can hear the cries of your family, especially your parents. It's too much but he remains in his spot forcing himself to open his eyes just as your casket disappears from his line of vision. Despite being older Yoongi has to look up at Jungkook’s face. He holds his head steady as the tears stream down his cheeks. This time, Yoongi puts on the brave face patting Jungkook on the back letting him know it's okay to cry. And that's all it takes for him to break down. As the others soon begin to drift back one by one back to their cars the two boys and your immediate family remain wanting to be with you for a little longer.

Yoongi looks towards your grieving parents, he hasn’t spoken with them outside planning the funeral arrangements. The guilt always ate at him, he was worried about what they would say or think of him. Deciding it was now or never Yoongi made his way towards the pair. The sight of the two caused a pang in his chest, your mother's mascara was smeared and messy from hours of crying, your father looked like he hasn't slept in days.

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I just wanted to say-.” Before Yoongi can finish, your mother wraps him in a hug, your father joining in shortly after.

“You gave my child so much happiness, I have never seen them glow so much after you two started dating. They always talked about you, and especially how much they loved you. I can see you are blaming yourself but, it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could do.” Your mother's words spoke as she continued to cling to Yoogi.

Still in shock, he hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around your parents. The heaviness that held him down seemed lighter and a rush of emotion flooded his body. He was a mess, as the three of them held onto each other, sharing the grief.

After a while everyone had left except for Yoongi and Jungkook. The two sat next to you on the soft green grass. The air had a chill as the sun began to set on the two of them. They didn’t say much, as they simply enjoyed each other's company as they thought about fond memories involving you.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi humms showing that he's listening.

“Do you really think Y/N is watching over us?”

Yoongi knows you are, you always cared so deeply for everyone you met. He knew even in the afterlife you would take care of everyone as well.

“Yeah, I really do.” He smiles leaning on his elbows.

Jungkook lets out a sound of satisfaction before copying Yoongi’s movements. The two boys continue to soak up the refreshing air, and for a moment, it feels like you are there with them.

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                                                  10 Years Later

Yoongi wears the same suit as the day of your funeral, bright and colorful decorations and flowers cover your grave from the previous visitors. With a sigh he stands up brushing the grass that clung to the fabric.

“Uncle Yoongi!”

Turning around Yoongi smiles fondly before the little girl runs into his arms. Wrapping her in a bear hug he spins the two of them around as the sound of adorable giggles fills the space.

“Aiya-Y/N!” Jungkook calls running towards the two out of breath. “Don’t run off like that.”

Yoongi and Y/N giggle at the disheveled man. Jungkook’s wife, Seo-Yun, follows behind with a wide smile.

Placing Y/N down Yoongi hugs Jungkook and Seo-Yun and begins catching up. It doesn’t take long, Yoongi is a regular visitor and Y/N’s favorite uncle. After your death Yoongi and Jungkook became even closer, heavily leaning on each other for support. As things started to return to normal Jungkook met Seo-Yun at a cafe, it was love at first sight. Jungkook believes that it was you that led him to her, just like he introduced you to Yoongi. The two got married after a year and another year later they found out they were expecting. It was a total shock and surprise but, nonetheless everyone welcomed the baby girl with open arms. Naming her after you was Jungkook's idea, he hoped that she would grow up to be a good person like you were, the idea touched Yoongi. Yoongi adored the little one, after your death he never felt the want or need to see anyone else, he had his whole life planned out with you, the thought of that with someone else didn’t sit right with him. To him, Y/N was like his own child, a mini you just like he wished to have.

“Uncle Yoongi, look what I made for aunty Y/N!” She pulls out a drawing from her pocket, taped to it are white flowers that Yoongi could tell grew in their backyard.

Yoongi takes the picture smiling fondly at the image, although the drawing is limited to mostly stick people he can tell it's all of them holding hands on a little green hill. He can tell which one is you by the little angel wings and halo. Although Y/N never got to meet you, Yoongi never missed a moment to talk about you with her. Before she would go to bed she always demanded to hear a story about ‘aunty Y/N’ and Yoongi would tell her all the best memories with you and remind her that you were always watching over her.

“Wow,” Yoongi smiles kneeling down to get at level with Y/N. “You know aunty Y/N would have loved this.”

The girl giggles before saying a little thank you.

Jungkook makes his way over placing the vase of flowers in his hands in front of the stone. Brushing off imaginary dust from the grave he smiles before bowing on his knees. “Thank you, for always watching over us.”

Yoongi smiles at the sight as he pats Y/N’s head.

“Here aunty!” Y/N leans her drawing against the stone.

Seo-Yun and Jungkook set up the little picnic while Yoongi and Y/N played games on the grass. Soon they all gather together each taking a place on the blanket. They leave a plate of your favorite food out as a tradition. The four of them talk until the sun begins to set, soon there's a sense of peace in the atmosphere and everyone stays for a little longer with the memory of you in their heads.

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[writingiyuu]

affection; sanemi x reader fluff hc 🌪🌧

requested.

posting it earlier because I can.

warning: slight or more angst

people wondered how you both get together. you were his tsuguko and you both only exchange words during training. who proposed first, they often ask. everytime you wanted to answer it you could sense sanemi’s malicious intent somewhere around you even though he dosent seem to be there. with that, you did not say any futher.

however, this relationship was quite a shaky one. not only he was busy slaying demons, also he refused to accept any affection you try oh so hard to give him.

“stay away from me”

“get out”

“go away”

and so much more. you were wondering, the fact that he accepted your proposal (yes you proposed first hehebebebe) and the day after you wanted to hug him and so on, any means of affection, he would quickly turn away. the moment you ask, he would tend to say for you to train more and not focus on this relationship right now.

you were confused. he accepted you but now he dosent want you to care about this relationship? about him? wehh???

despite all that you’ve been nothing but patient. waiting for the day he finally reacted to you lovingly and showed you the attention and love you crave from him. until one day, you utterly could not stand it.

that day was a rainy day. the storm continued from the wee hours to the current evening. and you absolutely hate rainy days. it reminded you of the past, where your entire family wad murdered right in front of your eyes. you can still remember it, fresh on your mind the pools of blood, mixing with the rain, seemingly making your house look like a bloody swimming pool. you only got out alive because your siblings hid you near the well behind your house. and after a long period of time, when you gathered courage to step out, you saw that. although this memory gave you the drive to train harder, it still traumatised you. and no one knew. not even sanemi.

back to the present, you were sent to do a mission with sanemi. news of many, not only villagers but demon slayers have been going missing in the recent nights. do you have been sent on a mission with sanemi to find out the situation and if there is, a demon, exterminate it. you kept thinking, at least im with sanemi. at least in with sanemi. at least-. a tree crashed down and nearly hit you, if not for your dearest boyfriend.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING. WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO RISK YOUR FUCKING LIFE? SNAP OUT OF YOUR TRANCE WE ARE ON A FUCKUNG MISSION HERE.”

you were in a daze but the amount of profanities suddenly shot at you and you were not even prepared for that, shocked you to the very bone. you could not control your emotions, you started hiccuping and the next thing you knew, turquoise tears was flowing down your cheeks.

your boyfriend, sighed and rolled his eyes. did he not care about you? you thought. bad thinking. it made you want to cry even more.

“this ain’t a fucking childcare. what do you want me to do huh? it was your fault that you couldn’t even take care of yourself. you could’ve been killed. stop playing victim.”

one thing led to another, you immediately raged out. “I CAN’T. I’M TRAUMATISED. THERE IS SO MUCH GOING IN MY HEAD AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE! I’M SO SORRY SANEMI, THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH I COULD HANDLE.” with that, more tears started flowing down your cheeks and you immediately ran, not knowing where your little feet would take you. you can hear your boyfriend,or at least, your mentor shouting after you calling you to come back but you just ran. and ran, into a demon.

you were shocked. how could you not sense the demon? and upon seeing it, you wanted to coil back in disgust so badly. it reeked, it reeked so badly. you may not have the nose of tanjiro’s but this smell, is so strong and foul, it can actually kill.

you looked around you, blood was flowing around your shoes, it was the villagers and demon slayer’ s blood. again, how could you not sense it. and immediately, it triggered your traumatic past and you immediately collapsed. then, the demon had started crawling towards you.

your senses were dulled. you couldn’t process to even take your sword. you could only crouch there, not functioning due to the smell and also whatever happened beforehand and that triggered memory. the demon smacked its lips, and opened its mouth. you could see layers and layers of teeth and the throat which lead to the dark abyss of the demon’s stomach. you thought it was the end when it’s tounge shot out to grab you by the waist and into the stomach.

in a blink of an eye, the tounge got sliced off. and you were carried to a safe distance. you could smell ohagi, yes, in this situation. immediately you thought of your boyfriend. you looked up, and saw sanemi. he immediately said “stay here”. and you did. you could hear some slashing, and you could hear internal organs bring ripped out. but you couldn’t hear him. you tried to, but you just can’t.

after what felt like hours, you were soaked, and you were uncomfortable being by yourself. but after being patient, your boyfriend came and carried you back to base. he did not say anything when he picked you up. he kept silent all the way back to base. you were fine with it, as you couldn’t say anything at that moment. you laid on his back with a faint smell of ohagi drifting to your nose along with the smell of rain, you drifted into sleep.

you woke up at the butterfly estate, with a cool pack on your head. shinobu came in as if on queue, and aided you. so on and so forth. you asked her then, “where is sanemi?” she smiled and said “(y/n)-san, you’ve been out for 2 days, he went back to his place on the first already and I’m sure he is there”. he didn’t even bother to stay to look after you. *sigh*

sensing your disappointment, shinobu added “he actually told me not to tell you this, however he came here thrice a day just to see you, so don’t feel disappointed that he is not here fufu~ maybe he is just too embarrassed or shy to admit that he cares lots for you”. immediately you looked at her and felt bad. kinda. maybe sanemi actually wanted to love you the same way as you love him but he just has difficulty to do it?

immediately you went back to the wind estate, but apologising to the insect hashira first. she seemed to understand what you wanted to do and sent you off. “ganbatte!” she said, before you left.

you raced back to the wind estate, only to see your boyfriend, training by himself again and again. your heart swelled when you saw him. after what you heard from shinobu, you couldn’t look at him the same way again.

sensing your presence, he immediately loomed at you. he stood there for a moment and processed for a moment before striding towards you. you looked at him, he looked so cute, but afterwards, you couldn’t help but blush. his abs was on full view and he was sweating through his white uniform. he became hot, the closer he came.

upon arriving, he asked. “you still having a fever?” you were taken aback, he cares? he cares??“sorry for letting you go for a mission in the rain, I’m sorry I didn’t know about your trauma. I should’ve asked from the start of the mission. you have been looking uneasy since then. I am sorry.” he said all these, while looking on the ground. he was standing in front of you, like a giant but yet he looked so small.

you hugged him, and he hesitated and then finally hugged you back before nuzzling his head at the crook of your neck. you could feel his breath on your neck as you touched his sweaty back. but you just don’t mind. “i forgive you, but in return you must pay me back all the affection I’ve given from start till now”.

“that’s not a problem.”

from then on, everyday when you both trained finish, in public, he would give you a light peck on your cheek, forehead and occasionally your lips. and after you both showered, lying on your shared futon he would be the big spoon and cuddling you with his legs wrapped around yours. sometimes, he would make ohagi and give it to you. otherwise he would cook you your favourite meals. but your favourite was when you would face him and cuddle towards his chest with legs tangled together while he caressed your hair and putting kisses on it.

bonus:

“sanemi,, thank you for visiting me at the butterfly estate when I was sick~”

“wha- how did you- SHINOBU!!!!”

he hugged you even tighter and buried his face deeper to hide the furious blush on his face.

a.n: sorry it was super longg I didn’t type a draft or this beforehand i came it up on the spot. sorry it so draggy :// but thanks for reading !!

[141119 @writingiyuu]

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[sukunas-play-thing]

Could i request... fatgum with a quirkless s/o?

((Absolutely Anon bean! I'm hella freakin sorry for the loooooooooong ass wait I had a very very bad case of writers block but this new years I will upload any and all other Requests I received tonight to make up for this. Pls enjoy! I made it a scenario the song "Let Me Be Your Superhero" by Smash Into Pieces was the inspiration for this fic. is female since the gender wasn't specified. ))

//Fatgum: Taishiro Toyomitsu with a quirkless and shy reader//

Word count: 8022

Warnings: swearing, slight nsfw, blood, near death experience.

Taishiro was many things. A kind, sweet, understanding and down to earth individual. Never miss a beat for anniversaries, never shouted at you. Always had a calm demeanor around you.

Hell if he could give you the sun if you asked for it. He would. Your banter would leave people on the sidelines second guessing their own existence, but one thing was for certain. They knew the BMI hero had fallen utterly in love with you.

He'd laugh everytime he'd make even the slightest innuendo. Watch as your face contorted to that of a scowl (not an angry one!) And hide your blush that crept along your skin.

Waiting for him to come home usually was the hard part for you. Worrying every second of everyday for him to walk through that door with food or gifts that he'd unabashedly give you. Sometimes it consisted of you're favorite foods, movies, drinks, some sexy lingerie that complimented every curve, and dip of your thighs. Accentuating your hips and ass. The man lavished you as if you were royalty.

You never would miss a chance to surprise him with gifts. On his days off you both would compromise date ideas, some days you'd go out on the town dressed up, dance and eat. Other times you both would stay home and cook delicious food, occasionally throwing food at one another or feeding food to each other. There were times of heartache, his recent fight with a villain left him in his thin form. When you had visited him in the hospital you brought him takoyaki.

His face went from solemn to the widest grin you'd ever see. "I was. So worried about you."

You hadn't meant to say this out loud

But seeing him so worn and beat broke your heart, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he reached out to you. Taking your small hand into his rather large calloused ones. Stroking the back as if he were holding porcelain.

Without uttering a word he'd brought you to his hospital bed and sitting you on his lap. Taking one arm to wrap around your frame, the other tucking itself under your legs so you'd be sitting sideways on his lap. This moment was met with no words just you and Taishiro and your quiet sobs. Holding your head in the crook if his neck while he shushed you. Cradling you, playing with your hair.

"I- I am not sure how much I can take Tai." You wailed. "What if one day you don't come home? What if-." You hiccuped. Clutching his hospital shirt for dear life and shaking violently.

"What if.. What if one day I have to cone here.. And identity your body!?"

Tai shuddered at the thought, shaking his head he wanted to speak out against such horrible words, to comfort and tell you everything will be okay. That he's okay. But he knows better than that.

He opted to just sitting there, let it you cry it all out. Because right now, he's alive and your alive to him that's all that mattered.

~~

((Please listen to Let me be your hero by Smash into pieces))

The only time you'd see him angry. Well, the rest is history.

It was a hot Saturday evening, sun was setting, the sounds of the bustling city echoing off buildings. People minding their own business, traffic tight as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You sighed checking the clock on your phone. *"We'll it seems I'll be really late coming home to cook dinner."*

Few more minutes had passed and you were finally on the highway to head home, you heard sirens in the distance, looking at your review mirror to figure out where it was coming from you heard a horn from a large vehicle, right as you looked back towards the sound. You were struck hard by another vehicle that was coming from your left down a wrong way. Reflexively you moved your arm to shield your face from oncoming glass debris. You felt your car violently roll toward your right. Everything was Slow motion. Trying to get your bearings together. Even though your car was practically rolling down the road you had just driven on. Your car finally came to a stop, but it had been rolled upside down. Your body had been pinned between your seat and the dash that connected your wheel. It felt as if you'd lost consciousness, your vision blurred back and you were trying to get your surroundings together. You looked out your windshield that was mostly broken, feeling the wind coming through. You seen the vehicle that had hit you, it was just sitting there sirens still in the background you silently prayed it was all an accident and the person responsible would peer out.

But they never did. Soon the car engine had started back up and you could see a silhouette looking right back At you.

You getting hit was an accident, but the person behind the wheel was a villain trying to run from the police. And currently, your upturned vehicle was in their way.

You began to panic. Your hands rushing to pop the seatbelt and get out of this Pile of metal. But the seatbelt had jammed, you tried moving the steering wheel but no avail. Your eyes clouded and you felt hot tears spill as your heart rate increased upon hearing the vehicle rev multiple times.

"HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. PLEASE. " the vehicle began to move, tires burning as it picked up speed, hearing the gears be corrected. The vehicle was coming at you with full speed. Wiggling, banging your hands you tried desperately to get out of the way. Blood spilling from your head when you'd hit it upon impact. A Quirk would have been very helpful right about now

The first thought that came to mind was Tai. How his smile lit up the room everywhere he went. Laughing with him. Kissing him. Seeing him in the hospital.

You cried, and screamed thinking this was the end. Remembering your conversation before hand. Guess you were the one to not come home.

You seen a flash of yellow and black.

Heard a man scream ferociously. Before a loud boom had been heard. Shaking your car. Your eyes softened. It was Tai.

He jumped in the way and let out his spear he had held onto prior before the villain had ran. You saw him standing there victorious, smoke and debris flying around him as if time had slowed down. And for the first time, you thought you'd seen a real Angel. A bright glow emanated around his figure.

You begun to cry, but not from despair or fear. But happiness .

Your superhero had come to save you. Just like in the movies.

~~~

You were pulled from your destroyed car, paramedics telling you to take it as slow as you could, cradling your head in case of severe head trauma before laying you down on a stretcher. You looked to the side seeing Tai violently yanking the villain out the vehicle before slamming the man against the destroyed vehicles hood. Well. What was left of it. "Ya got your head in that ass ov'yours!? That women over there! You nearly killed her ya damn bastard." Taishiro was visibly shaking from anger. Coos coming to his aid to pull him away just before he went too berserk. He ran his hands through his hair.

"Tai." You called his head shot up and Ran to your aid. Holding your hand while your stretcher was hauled to the ambulance. Tears in his eyes. "M' sorry baby. Are- Are you okay?." He ran his hand down your cheek wiping away tears and blood. You nodded weakly. Eyes closing letting out a breath you thought you held for a long time

"I love you Tai. Thank you. My hero." You had lost consciousness again a smile still evident on your features. He got in the ambulance before the doors closed and headed to the hospital. You were okay. You were safe. And that's all that mattered.

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[eremika-forever12]

//Eremika Fanfic : Remember Me!?//

Chapter- 1 click here

Chapter: 2

Pouring some water over the flower pot.....Mikasa finishes off her gardening in the small court yard behind her house....

As she was about to enter....inside the house....she notices someone standing far away....probably waiting for her...

Glancing over the person, Mikasa’s eyes brighten with surprise...

Mikasa looking at the person- Armin! What a pleasent surprise!

Armin foolishly grins- Ahhh....Hi! Errmm...Mikasa!

Mikasa smiles slightly- So what brings you....here? In such an early morning? I suppose you should be with your scouts at the moment ...Captain Armin Arlert!

Armins nervously Chuckles – Well ya....I do have a meeting with commander Hanjee today! So....well....but I came here to talk something important with you!

Mikasa stares at Armin blankly as she says- Go On!

Armin nervously- Wont you ask me to come inside? I guess....too much heat today...Outside!

Mikasa with a blank nod- Oh yes....Sorry for keeping you standing outside! Come in...

Saying this Mikasa goes in while Armin follows her as he whispers silently- Its Okay!

***********

That silhouette.....some one is right behind him!

Eli eyes widen as he stares at that silhouette....who is that? Who must be standing behind him?

Oh my god is he in danger? His mom has always told him to be careful about child kidnappers which roam in corner of every silent place....

Oh god the place is so silent....Eli thinks suddenly...he has started to feel nervous already!

Should he look back or should he....Run!

The silhouette was still there....

Gaining lots of courage...Eli swiftly looks behind his back...

To his shock he absolutely finds no one there...

Eli looks back to the wall where the silhouette was present....to his surprise, there wasnt any presence of silhouette either...

Eli was confused....Was he dreaming or something?

He tries to glance behind to notice if someone is still there or not!

Wind starts blowing around the area as Eli hears the wheezing sound of it....making him kind of shake in fear as he realised he is sitting all alone in this whole destructed area with no sight of any single person.

**********

Mikasa glances back at Armin from kitchen who was sitting around the small round table with a nervous look.

"Whats wrong with him? Why does he look tense? "

Thinks Mikasa....

With two cups of tea in a tray...Mikasa sits opposite Armin face to face.

Armin looks up at her and smiles...

Mikasa sipping the tea as she says boringly- So Armin? Whats the matter? You wanted to say somthing...What is it?

Armin hesitantly stares at Mikasa- Yeah....err....Its...Its about Eli!

Mikasa's eyes widen as she stops drinking the tea and stares at Armin while he continues- Your Son!

Before he could say a word more , Mikasa interrupted as she looked desperate- What about Eli? Is he alright? Did he do anything in school again?

Armin trying to calm Mikasa- Hey calm down! There isnt anything like that but....

Mikasa calming down a bit- But What?

Armin taking deep breath- Mikasa listen! Whatever I am gonna tell you...dont take it other wise! You know very well....Right from his birth I have always looked at him as my own Son!

Mikasa keeps on staring at Armin with no expression as he continues- I have never seen him different even when Alina was born...the thing is actually....I think you need to deal with him carefully Mikasa!

Mikasa frowns as she at Armin- What do you mean by that?

Armin taking deep breath- Today I saw him walking in tense mood....more like he was upset on something! As my meeting was in the afternoon...I decided to follow him to check on him if he was actually fine! He seemed okay after sometime from his expression though I decided to bid him a Hi! He was quite happy seeing me until I mentioned about you telling me to check on him whenever I can last week! He was furious....he almost reminded me of Eren! Well I dont blame his rudeness after all its all about genes...

Armin chuckles a bit then suddenly turning serious he looks at Mikasa- I think you are being too harsh on Him Mikasa!

Mikasa kept looking at Armin blankly when she said coldly- What do you mean by being harsh? Are you gonna tell me he is being rude due to me? Or his feisty behaviour is due to me? I know what I am doing & What is good for him! I am his mother!

Armin sternly- that's not the point Mikasa! You know it! More Over didnt you two had an argument before he left for school? Dont lie to me!

Mikasa coldly- it wasnt an argument! I was simply trying to put some sense in his head! I cant let him be like Eren! I cant let that anger thing control him! He needs to understand the world is cruel but beautiful too which his father never understood! (Whispers Mikasa)

Armin sighing- You know what is the main problem! You are taking his freedom away! Making him sit in the home all day wont solve anything....people wont stop saying crap about him! You both need to live freely! You need to let him open to people! By trying to make him home sick....you cant anyway control his anger! You are simply worsening it!

Mikasa glares- Let him open to people? Yeah right! So that he could kick their butts everytime they open their filthy mouth! Armin....just incase let me remind you! The people around here dont really like our presence! And I dont want my baby to suffer their hatred! Anyways he is indeed going to school....he is learning things there! What he isnt understanding is....loosing his cool wont help him! Its better to ignore people rather than pushing ourselves into hell! Let people say whatever they want....We are happy in our own small world!

Armin raising his voice- Really Mikasa? That what you think? Hiding yourself into this small house....letting Eli be bored all alone in this home! Doing such! What difference are you making? As You Said People Will Speak Shit! Why do you care? What are you afraid off? Its better to live a life the way you want rather than crawling into darkness!

Mikasa sharply- I DONT CARE! I KNOW WHERE ARE YOU HEADING TO?! YOU WANT ME TO JOIN SCOUTS BACK! DONT YOU? 100TH TIMES I HAVE TOLD YOU....IT AINT HAPPENING! TILL HE COMES BACK....I Need Answers! Answer for running away from me once again!

Armin freaks out- Stop it Mikasa! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? IT HAS BEEN 6 DAMN YEARS! EREN IS DEAD! And Humanity Needs Back Their Strongest Soilder!

Mikasa glares as she raises her voice coldly- No he isnt....my heart doesnt believe it! I am sure he is alive...somewhere...

Tears welled up in her eyes- He is just running from us again & again! And I dont understand Why! He promised me for the final time....He will come back to me! If he was here....Eli & me wouldnt have been this much miserable!

Armin shocked- Can you stop it Mikasa? I know you miss him....We miss him too....But he is gone! Accept the reality! Move forward Mikasa! You are only ruining Eli ‘s life! Lastly....You do know how the people acknowledges Eren Now! He is known as Humanity's Biggest Threat in History! Doesnt matter what result has brought from that rumbling! Killing thousands of lives! A murderer is always a murderer!

Mikasa stares at Armin coldly but says nothing as he continues- Eli is still a kid....he doesnt know about his father even! While the people suspects him of Eren's kid! Though they only suspect but have no confirmation! I suggest you....

Mikasa retorts back- I dont need your suggestion Armin! And What proof do you have that Eren is dead? Did you see his body? Or his titanic form again? What makes you so sure of it! Well I dont take any of it....He was your best freind....And you only speak of him being dead! WHY!

Mikasa suddenly holds Armins collar freaking the hell out of him as she shouts- Why? Did you kill him by your own hands? To save humnaity....you were the one who suggested his death!

Armin shocked trying to get rid of her clutch around his collar- Hell No! Whats wrong with you?

Mikasa leaves him with a jerk- I dont care what anyone says....I believe he is alive! Only if he returns to us one day....

Armin sharply as he says hesitantly- Will you be able to forgive him even if he returns from his grave?

************

Eli is walking hurriedly all alone towards his home....he has gone bit far today....

Moreover he just bunked his school today, he honestly prays.....none of the teachers notices him all of sudden from no where....

The Sun was just on top of him shining brightly....it was quite hot due to the sun rays...

Eli keeps on looking behind at times for some wierd reason....

From a time being, he felt he was being followed by someone! But he couldn't notice anyone keeping an eye on him...

Eli was taking his steps faster....a creepy feeling was eating him out. He was feeling nervous...

Someone is definitely following him....or was it just his intution!

Eli was walking hurriedly without looking infront when suddenly he bumped into someone and fell on the ground....

Eli while rubbing his nose looks upwards and finds two men with hat staring at him angrily.

One man says- Heyyy you little brat! Whats up with you? Are you blind or something!

Suddenly the other man eyes shone brightly as he grinned wickedly- Oh look who is here! The child of the devil.....! ELI....ACKREMAN! THE LITTLE BASTARD....SON OF THAT FREAK!

While other man whispers – Wait....Ackerman? I dont think or remember that monster name as of some Ackraman....it was Yeager!

Eli was scowling at them while still being sitting on ground but not understanding a single thing about what they were talking about but it was definitely something about his name!

Eli angrily- Hey! Whom are you talking to?

The two guys glared at him as one of them pulled him up holding his collar freaking the hell out of him- Hey You Shut Your Filthy Mouth Up! Who even gave you permission to wander in these streets! If the rumours are true of you being the son of that BASTARD! You & your filthy mom should be extint!

Saying this he threw Eli away letting him fall again....

After that both of the men left while laughing loudly making Eli angry more....at that moment he felt like punching the faces of those two old creeps.

He was about to stand and run after them when suddenly a young lad came infront of him....his hair was quite long and the long bangs he had were covering his one eye....he had a stretcher in his one hand which was supporting him to stand still....

Eli notices closely and realises....the guy has a bandage too around his head....

As Eli was lost in noticing, the stranger brings a water bottle infront of him....making him snap out of his senses...

The stranger with deep voice as he stares deeply into Eli eyes while bending a bit- Hey You! You left it there in the bench! I had been following you with my broken leg till here....Kid You Run So Fast! What's the hurry? Here Put it back in your Bag!

Eli blinks his eyes nervously as suddenly it clicked him....Was it this guy following him all the way till here! But back then....there was no one in that barren land!

Eli with shaking hands takes the bottle away from the stranger's hand...

The guy then stands straight from his bending position as he glances back at Eli....

The Sunrays fell on his body as his face shone bright....while Eli eyes widen as he still kept on staring at him while still being on the ground!

While Eli was all numb, the guy asks coldly- Do you think you can stand....Kid?

Eli was scared....he didn't know Why! But he was....all he could do was nod his head swiftly in positive way..

The stranger with blank look replies- Great Then!

Saying so he started limping away slowly while Eli kept on staring at him....

There was something about this person which was bothering little Eli so much....

While at a distance the man halts and glances back at Eli as THEIR GREEN EYES STARED BACK AT EACH OTHER!

Chapter - 3

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[wild-moony-joonie]

Soulmates:

 This was inspired by a fic by Ramabear, on Fanfiction.net, called “Continually adapting to stay alive.”

Author: Laura(me)

Warning: Sexual tension, XXtra gay.

Pairing(s): Kakashi/Shisui(Kakasui), Fugaku/Minato(Fugamina).

Synopsis: Kakashi had always wanted to taste the forbidden fruit, it just happened to come in the form of his soulmate.

______

Kakashi had never been one to draw on himself with a pen, or a utensil of any kind for that matter, but yet he found his hips, thighs and shins covered with the black ink markings of a pen. He pressed his thighs together firmly, so to read the words crawling across his skin like small caterpillars forming a chain of black lettering across sinewy muscle. Kakashi leaned in, brushing his hand over the careful writing that most definitely wasn’t his own sloppy and disjointed handwriting.

“My aunt was giving me a history lesson on soulmates this afternoon, and she encouraged me to write to you, if you’re even there,”

A soulmate?! Kakashi’s eyes widened by a fraction of an inch, before quickly masking his expression, despite being the only living being in his apartment. This was of course, excluding his beloved plant, Mr. Ukki.

“So, I wrote to you. I hope this doesn’t bother you, I mean, I don’t really know who you are. You could be my aunt for all I know. Which would be a little weird honestly, but everyone’s got that hot aunt right? And she’s not technically my aunt, she’s like my mother’s cousin eight times removed. Anyway, I hope you have a good day. Or had. I don’t really know. And I apologize if any of this bothers you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop. Unless you write me back saying to stop, I won’t… Stop, that is”

Kakashi blinked in surprise, taking a moment to absorb his obviously bubbly and over enthusiastic soulmate, who seemed nothing like the kind of person he pictured himself falling in love with, when he had dreamed so vivaciously. He quickly resolved that any soulmate of his, would be wholly better off without his baggage that he had strapped to his chest and shoulders with strings of fate so strong, one couldn’t simply cut through them. So he continued to strip off the remainder of his clothing, and set off to his bathroom for a long scalding shower after his last grueling mission with his ANBU team.

Shisui had never thought he had a soulmate. He thought soulmates only happened to the lucky few who could find true love. But, as it turns out, Soulmates were increasingly common, especially among shinobi above the age of 10. So Shisui wrote. The very first time it vanished, he was ecstatic. So he wrote, and he wrote every single day. A good morning wish, every time he got up at the crack of dawn to train his newly discovered Sharingan. A wish for a good day, everytime he was feeling down. He wasn’t sure when the writing on his skin became a diary of his thoughts and everyday life, but soon he found himself writing spiraling paragraphs down his calves, and over his stomach, the words blurring into Shisui himself the longer and the more he wrote them. One day, he was feeling particularly lonely, so he reassured his Soulmate that they were not alone. He wrote the three most important words over and over again in whispering lines down his forearms, and continued until it snaked around his wrist, and over his hands on either arm, grateful for his ambidextrous gift.

Kakashi had been slipping off his forearm guards for a shower in the ANBU Locker room. His gory mask, and blood splattered armor needing a serious cleaning. As he washes off dried blood, tacky on his pale arms, he notices the words curling around his forearm over and over again, spiraling until is coils around his wrist like a possessive snake. These three words repeated incessantly, and iteration of the mantra he has been told is the best medicine. Or is that laughter?

“Senpai, looks like you’ve got an admirer.” Kakashi turns, to see the smiling face of Yamato greeting him as he steps out of the shower stall. Yamato is smiling, laughing at Kakashi and the words possessively scrawled around his wrists.

“Yeah, yeah. Talk all you want Yamato, you know you’re just jealous.” He says, in a light airy tone, suggesting indifference. Hiding the what little joy he finds in knowing someone cares. Shrugging on a light crewneck sweatshirt, Kakashi ties his sandals, and hurries on his way from the Black ops compound. But soon slows down, remembering what awaits him during slumber.

Shisui was late. So so so late. His team captain was going to kill him. He had been held up watching Sasuke and had forgotten entirely about the ANBU meeting that he had to attend that afternoon. He was sprinting towards the compound, arms pumping as he went full sprint without using any chakra. Streaking across the concrete, he rushed passed a tall gray haired man. Tall, lean and muscular with one open chocolatey eye. Shisui instantly knew who he was. Hatake Kakashi. The Comrade Killer, Cold-blooded Kakashi, Son of the White Fang of the Leaf. He had to admit that he found the silver haired man attractive, but he was too busy to think about anything else but the meeting at the moment.

Kakashi smelled the boy before he saw him, thanks to his Inuzuka mother’s nose, a fragrant and enticing mix of pine, wind, and something distinctly Uchiha. A flash of pale skin, black curly hair, and red eyes bolted past him faster than any normal Shinobi could flat out sprint. Kakashi placed his scent and features in an instant. Shunshin No Shisui, the fastest Uchiha, son of Kagami, the youngest to ever acquire the Mangekyo Sharingan. Kakashi secretly liked the boys smell, he found himself inching closer at every ANBU meeting. Yearning to bury his face into the pale skin and really smell him, really feel him. But the boy was twenty, and he was twenty four. Plus they were both male, not exactly something the Uchiha clan encourages. Since no one he knew was a mind reader, he supposed he was safe to internally eye the boy from a distance. Despite how perverted that may make him, he was only human and when someone looks like Shisui Uchiha, you can’t blame the person having perverted thoughts about such a specimen. Even if he is four years younger than said person and male.

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“Shisui!” The shout shook him quickly out of his thoughts. Minato stood staring at him, eyes filled with concern. He hung his head in embarrassment, flushing with frustration at his scrambled thoughts. He was a shinobi, he shouldn't be distracted by a hazy brown eye and gray bedhead.

“I’m Sorry Hokage-Sama. I’m just a bit tired.” He lied through his teeth instinctively, not bothering to think about the words coming out of his mouth.

“No need to apologize Shisui. I’m sure you have a lot going on. Discovering your soulmate and all, speaking of… have you met them?” Minato’s smile was kind, and he was patient with the out of sorts and frazzled Uchiha.

“No… this isn’t even about them… I think. I mean I write to my soulmate every day and they never respond. Anyway, I just can’t stop thinking about this person since yesterday, I saw them and for whatever reason I can’t get them out of my head.” he smiled warily, afraid to say the person’s name knowing the Minato was the silver head’s team leader, and teacher growing up.

“Ah. Having feelings for someone other than the one you are supposedly destined for.” Minato smiled knowingly, wistfully looking at the curly haired boy. “You know… Kushina isn’t my soulmate. We wrote to one another for awhile, but when we found out who we were we realized a relationship was impossible. They then wished me the best of luck and I told them the same.”

“Do you regret it? Not choosing your soulmate?” Shisui is intent now, looking at the Hokage for guidance with wide and hopeful eyes. Yearning for an answer like a man stranded in the desert thirsted for water.

“Sometimes. They are my best and closest friend, and I couldn’t have hoped for more. I devoted myself entirely to Kushina and Naruto. I couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome.” He smiled again, turning in his chair in to look out over Konoha from his office.

“Thank you Hokage-Sama,”

“Anytime Shisui.”

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Minato was slightly bothered by his conversation with Shisui earlier that day, second guessing his decision to stay with Kushina. He shook his head quickly dismissing the thoughts. He had a son, his son’s future relied on him. He couldn’t afford to disappoint his wife or his son. They were far too important to him, no matter the value his Soulmate held in his heart. His oldest and closest friend. He found himself absentmindedly chewing on a pen when a knock on the doorframe shook him clear of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something? I can leave.” The tall Uchiha clan leader stood in his doorway, broad shoulders taking up most of the doorframe, a frown permanently etched on his features.

“No, but I was talking about you to Shisui today,” Minato smiled at his friend, watching the corner of the older man’s eyes crease in suspicion.

“Oh?” Fugaku’s lips pursed as he said this, one eyebrow rising in both curiosity and masked fear. The blonde waved his hands dismissively,

“Don’t worry he doesn’t know my soulmate is you,” Minato stood up, maneuvering his way over to his friend, and pressed his forehead against the dark haired man’s shoulder. Abandoning his paperwork for the worry wuss standing in his office.

“Shush! Don’t say that so loud! You are the Hokage, and a married man at that.” Fugaku panicked, his deep voice scolding Minato for his negligence. Nervously shoving the shorter blonde away from him, and walking to the door, looking out into the hallway and then closing the door. Minato rolled his eyes.

“Fugaku, no one is here but us. It’s two in the morning. We are the only ones here. Calm down.”

“We live in a village of Shinobi whose specialty is to spy.”

“And I am the best of them, otherwise I wouldn’t be wearing this coat, now would I?” Minato grinned, slinking to his desk and perching on it. Crossing his legs and grinning like the cat who had caught the canary.

“You’re one of the best, and happen to have a pretty face and look good in a jounin’s uniform. I wouldn’t call that much in Konohagakure.”

“Oh so you think I’m pretty?” Minato now folded his hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes, the brunette rolling his eyes at his superior’s childish antics.

“Hokage sama-”

“Please just call me Minato, I hate the titles.”

“I’m afraid if I don’t, certain things might happen.” Fugaku frowned at the blue eyes staring intently into his.

“Scaredy cat,” Minato scoffed,

“Not my fault you’re a flirt,” He retorted, giving him a look.

“What did you come here for? You don’t just drop in to say hello.” Minato was now standing in front of the Uchiha, hands on his slender hips. Suddenly all business.

“I needed to check in on Itachi’s progress in the ANBU. Some of my clanmates are concerned with his behaviour. And despite him being my son, I have to do what the public asks.” He replied, a sadness sweeping over his face. “ I’m beginning to wonder if it was right for me to let him join the ANBU.”

“You did what you thought was best,” Minato was there in an instant to comfort the elder man. He gripped Fugaku’s shoulders firmly in his hands,

“You tried to give him the next task on his path as a Shinobi. No one is perfect Fugaku, you can only do what you think is best.”

“I want the best for him. I sometimes wonder if he should never have become a Shinobi. He is far too gentle, and loving to wear such a heavy burden.” Fugaku had pressed his face into Minato’s neck, and wrapped his arms around his waist. They were so occupied with their tight embrace, Minato’s hands stroking up and down Fugaku’s back to comfort him, that they failed to notice the tall gray haired Shinobi awkwardly half opening the door.

“Ah, sorry Sensei. I saw you were here so I came for some advice. I can leave if I’m interrupting.”

“No worries Kakashi. I was just saying goodbye,” Fugaku released the blonde man, straightening up and giving the gray haired man a small smile. Nodding goodbye to them both.

“Sensei-”

“Please just call me Minato,” The Hokage sighed, retreating to the seat behind his desk. Frowning slightly as he returned to his seat, never getting to ask Fugaku what he had wanted to.

“ I’m having some problems. I’ve found out just this week that I had a soulmate, he writes to me every day,” At this Minato’s eyebrow shot up, realizing in that split second exactly who Kakashi’s soulmate is. Kakashi noticed, and realized he must know. The silver haired man nervously closed the door behind him.

“Do you know who my soulmate is?” Kakashi placed both of his hands on the desk, and leaned forward, anxious to hear whom he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

“I do know. But I can’t say, they don’t know it’s you either. I had a Black Ops meeting with them this afternoon, which is when they expressed their concern.” Minato folded his hands in his lap, and observed Kakashi. His usually stoic and cool student had fear and hope etched into his very skin.

“Who is it? Please, you have to tell me. I need to know, they’ll be far better off without me.” Kakashi’s voice was firm as he backed away from the desk, slipping both of his hands into his pockets. Suddenly the door slammed open again, to reveal a disheveled curly haired Uchiha. His jounin’s vest was slipping off of one shoulder, his hair was wind blown to one side, and the dark circles under his eyes were nearly as dark as his eyes. Kakashi shied away from the boy, trying to avoid the scent that intoxicated him so much.

“Shisui?! What’s the matter?” Minato stood quickly, instantly serious.

“I came to report right after the Uchiha Clan Meeting,” Shisui stood straight as a board in spite of his messy appearance.

“And?” Minato asked, worry filling his face.

“Fugaku-Sama’s clone managed to subdue them for now. He seems to be protecting someone on our side Sir.”

“Please call me Minato, and I think I know who he’s protecting.” Minato’s eyes narrowed, mentally noting to drop by the compound this coming afternoon.

“Ah. Well then I have done everything asked of me. I will head home, they’ll be wondering where I am.”

“Have Kakashi accompany you. You can say that it is urgent ANBU Business, if they have questions they can come directly to me.”

“Hai!” The two shinobi chorused, turning to make their way out of the door. Kakashi was confused as to how he came asking for advice, and ended up escorting his junior ANBU member home.

They sprinted back to the Uchiha Compound, urgency pressing in every step. Shisui’s face contorted with worry, his eyebrows furled as he leans forward into the wind. His ANBU vest pressing tight against his chest from the wind. The younger boys curly hair a mop of onyx as he hurries home. His companion’s gray bedhead unmoving despite the highwinds from both of their quick speed. They stumble to the front of the compound, Shisui’s grace is monumental compared to the Copy Nin’s slight fumble as he lands.

They are greeted by two guards, who nod to a briskly walking Shisui, Sharingan blazing and whirring. They stop to observe Kakashi, and both of their eyes glance to the covered Sharingan in his left eye socket. In a flash, both Uchiha Guards release their Katana’s and step in front of Kakashi.

“We won’t allow you to enter thief!” Spittle flies from the lips of the smaller one on the right. His lip curling over his bared gleaming teeth. Threatening the Hatake, while the other simply glares at the silver-haired man. Shisui hears the encounter, and freezes in his steps. The two Uchiha Guards turn to find themselves caught in the menacing gaze of a Shuriken-like Mangekyo.

“Leave him be. He’s with me.” Shisui’s voice is commanding, red tones of anger flash in his voice as his hand rests on the katana resting between his shoulder blades. His deep tenor rumbling forward from beneath his ANBU vest, demanding respect and reverence.

“We don’t take orders from you,” Hissed the first one, looking over his shoulder to meet Shisui with his own Sharingan.

Shisui moved his foot as though to take one step forward, and in a blur of black and gray and a whoosh of Shisui scented wind Kakashi found himself swept up by a set of strong muscled arms and whisked away from the gates of the Uchiha Compound and up over the walls onto the roof of the nearest house. The long pale arms tightened around the older man, one arm wound around his waist and the other was underneath his knees.

“I CAN walk if you didn’t know,” Kakashi’s sarcastic jibe bit through the silence clouding the air.

“I can’t let you walk these streets alone. Many Uchiha’s don’t trust or respect you because of the eye that sits in your left socket. They can’t touch you If I carry you.” Shisui looks the older man dead in the eye(s), “Besides, I don’t think you could keep up with me.”

Kakashi merely grunts in agreement as the boy carrying him leans slightly forward, and takes off with the speed of the wind. The air ripples through the mop of onyx curls, and Kakashi has never been so intoxicated. Kakashi is intoxicated by every movement that the boy makes. His swirling and whirling sharingan tomoe pulls Kakashi in, and makes him wish he could ruin this boy.

So he does.

He grabs the front two straps of Shisui’s vest, and in a blinding fast movement that leaves him breathless, he crushes their lips together in a messy kiss. Hands came up and pulled down his mask, Shisui crushed their mouths back together. A mess of teeth and spit, simply pure passion. Neither were inexperienced, but neither had ever felt such strong chemistry. Shisui pulled away, gasping. His eyes glued to Kakashi’s smirking mouth.

“So you’ll stay at my place, yeah?”

#shisui #kakasi hatake #kakashi #naruto #fanfic

[batfamily-trash]

Don’t Need Them To Save You

Summary: Jason and Reader go out on date (Movie, dinner, romantic stuff) when the Riddler decides to kidnap the reader because why not. Instead of going to the Batfam for help he goes solo

Warning: Language I think, blood, being buried alive

Part 1 of 2 

Date nights with Jason were the best nights. All the stress of being a vigilante goes down the drain while you two were together. But particularly tonight, you weren’t in the mood for a date. Bruce had assigned you a case and you were determined to solve it.

Jason tried every single way he knew to bribe you so you could leave whatever you were working on for another night. Tonight he wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. Whether you liked it or not; you needed a break. The case could wait. Jason… not so much.

Eventually, you agreed to go on the date with him. It took a lot of bribing but you finally accepted. As long as it wasn’t something to fancy or public; cause recently you’ve been getting a lot of attention from the paparazzi. A con of being friends with the Wayne family.

After you had gotten ready, Jason took you to the movie theater to see a movie you have been wanting to watch since it was announced. And you had an amazing time!

Once the movie finished you thought the date was over but Jason had something else planned for you.

By the time you and Jason left the movie theater, it was 8 pm. The moon was already up and shining brightly in the night sky. In all your years of living in Gotham, you didn’t take the time to admire it. Gotham could be a beautiful city most of the time.

You took a deep breath of air before putting on your motorcycle helmet and climbing on behind Jason.

“Are you ready princess/prince?” He asked you.

“Yeah,” You said wrapping your arms around him. Jason then revved the motorcycle engine and took down the street.

You enjoyed motorcycle rides with Jason. They were calm and peaceful. Occasionally. Sometimes they were filled with adrenaline and danger. It just depended on the occasion and if you and Jay were late for something. Which was almost always. Distractions were everywhere.

Just as you felt your worries go away you saw a white van with a bright green question mark pulling up next to you guys.

“Shit,” you cursed. Apparently, someone didn’t like you. Jason quickly glanced over his shoulder and sped up once he saw the van. Whoever was driving the van was not going to give up easily.

Everytime you and Jay seemed to be safe the van would just appear out of nowhere. Eventually, Jason lead them off the main streets to lose them quicker. Little did he know that that’s what your pursuers wanted. Just as Jason was taking a turn towards an alley, multiple cars showed up and surrounded you.

Jason pulled out a gun he always kept on him, but before he could unlock the safety someone shot it out of his hand. You turned to look behind you and saw the Riddler himself.

“Well if it isn’t y/n l/n and her boy toy,” Ed said walking towards you. You glared at Ed while Jason somehow pulled you closer to him. He was tense and nervous. So were you. “Loverboy why don’t you let y/n go and go away.”

“Why don’t you and you’re posse go piss off someone else?” Jason retorted. Riddler smirked and signaled for his men. Some guys pulled out guns and aimed them at you and Jason while some tried, keyword tried, to pull you away from him.

“Either you stop struggling and cooperate or we kill you. Your choice,” Riddler said twirling his cane around. You stopped struggling in fear of them shooting Jason and gave him a pleading look when you saw that he wasn’t going to stop. At this point, Ed’s henchmen had taken your helmet off and threw it somewhere.

“Jason! Just stop! Leave him alone!” you shouted. Jason stopped for a second and caught your gaze. You were crying, you were scared. Scared for him; you didn’t want to lose him. And that second was long enough for someone to take a shot at him.

You screamed as they carried you to a van. Jason fell onto the ground. He tried to get up as the van took off but the rest of the henchmen that stayed behind began to beat him up. A minute later someone dropped down on two guys knocking them out while another person approached Jason just as he started to lose consciousness.

“Hey, Jason. Jason stay awak….”

After Riddler had Jason shot, he and his henchmen knocked you out. So you had absolutely no clue where you were. But you kinda got an idea when you woke up in an unclosed wooden box with Edward Nygma looking down at you.

“What the hell?”

“Ah, good afternoon y/n! Now before I finish my magnificent plan answer me this,” Riddler started. “A vivid reality, a naked morality, a place where wishes come true. What am I?”

Seriously? You thought. You sighed and answered, “Is it a dream?”

“So you’re not as stupid as I thought,” he said. You scoffed and propped yourself onto your elbows.

“No shit Sherlock,” you said glaring at him. Ed grinned and shoved you back into the box. “Now-now-now, we can’t have you escaping yet, so do me a favor and stay still for a minute.”

Before you could protest, someone handed Ed his cane which he used to knock you out. Ed took a step back and pulled a video camera out of his pocket and handed it to one of his men. “Put this in there. Make sure it’s on and that it’s facing them. After that put the top on and finish the job,” he said sternly.

“Yes sir,” the henchman said taking the camera. Ed smiled and walked back to his car. This was going to be fun! Now all he had to do was to get ready for the show.

Jason woke up with a start. He frantically scanned the room for your presence, silently praying that the events from earlier that day were just a nightmare. When he saw Duke he calmed down a bit.

“What… where’s y/n?” Jason asked worriedly.

“We’re trying to find them,” Duke answered.

“We?”

“Cass, and Barbara….”

“Wait, where am I?” He asked. He tried to get up but the pain on his side stopped him.

“You’re in my apartment. I figured you wouldn’t want to go to the Batcave,” Barbara said walking into the room. “And don’t get up, you’re going to pull your stitches.”

Jason grumbled something before attempting to get up again. This time he managed to through the pain. “I’m not going to rest until I find y/n.”

Barbara sighed and walked out of the room, Duke following behind her. Jason hissed as he walked out after them. He blamed himself for letting them take you.

Once he got to the living room, Duke told him everything they had figured out while he was knocked out. Which wasn’t much. Riddler had it out for you, but no one knew why. Well, not yet.

“Do you guys have a location for Riddler?” Jason asked.

���No, but I have a program going through every security footage in the city looking for the van they escaped in,” Babs said, barely looking up from her laptop.  Jason sighed and sat down next to Duke who was currently looking for any signs of you and the Riddler on social media.

“Guys turn on the tv,” Duke said. Jason looked at him confused but obliged. The first thing that showed up when he turned the tv on was Edward Nygma himself.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Today’s occasion is the funeralof y/n l/n! That’s right Bruce Wayne’s lovely friend.”

The screen changed from Ed to you panicking in your makeshift coffin. Immediately it changed back to a smiling Riddler.

Jason got up and walked backed to the bedroom in anger. “Jason, what are you doing?” Duke asked.

“I’m going for y/n,” Jason answered retrieving his clothes.

“Jason you are in no condition to go out there!” Barbara exclaimed. Jason knew she was right, but right now nothing mattered but getting you.

“Don’t care.”

“At least let us help,” Duke said.

“No offense Duke but I’d rather do this myself besides isn’t it past your bedtime?” Jason said making his way out of the apartment through the window. Duke and Barbara tried to convince him to stay put but failed.

“What do we do?” Duke asked.

“We inform Bruce and everyone else, and stay out of his way for now,” Barbara answered going back for her computer, “He’ll need our help at some point.”

Jason repeated the riddle multiple times. Until he had it memorized. What has branches and leaves and no bark?

He thought about the answer for a bit before taking off to the Gotham Library. It was a simple riddle really, not hard enough. As a teen, you would go to the library almost every day. That’s where you met Jason, so of course, the Riddler was going to choose the library for a riddle.

Once in the library, Jason began looking for the next riddle. It didn’t take him long to find something that didn’t belong. He crept towards the lonely phone on one of the tables and turned it on.

“Congratulations Mr. Wayne! You’ve completed my first riddle! Now for the second riddle, What won’t run long without winding?” the prerecorded video said, “You only have twenty minutes.

When the video finished Jason shattered the phone and cursed. The riddle was easy considering the Riddler was using riddles that have been used before. The problem was which one? Couldn’t Riddler be more specific considering there are about 7 different rivers in Gotham?

All Jason knew was that the riddles were meant for Bruce and the riddles had something to do with you. The only connection you had with a river was the time you and Jay went Channel Park and Damian had “accidentally” pushed into the East River. That’s where the next riddle would be.

Riddler had given “Bruce” twenty minutes to find the next riddle and Jason had spent five minutes figuring out which river. Now all he had to do was get there in time.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #batfamily #the riddler x reader #the riddler #edward nygma #dont need them to save you