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wri0thesley · 11 months

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disciplinarian - prosciutto x reader (3k)

you have made a mess of things - and prosciutto is not going to let that pass without punishment.

cw: yandere prosciutto. dubious-consent/non-consent (reader is well on the way to stockholm syndrome if not already there). afab reader referred to as 'spouse', no other gendered terms used. captive reader. spanking, exhibitionism, allusions to prosciutto using his stand on reader in the past. use of pet names, use of 'slut'. minors dni, not sfw.

[a/n: a fic in which a random number generator was allowed to choose some of my favourite kinks and characters for a little birthday event i did for myself! this one threw up 'prosciutto', 'impact play' and 'yandere!' it's been a while since i published jojo but oh, i could never forget about my love for One Old Man Mafioso!]

It’s your own fault.

You stare at the ruined dinner and feel your breath start to come in short little pants; a tell-tale sign that you’re about to panic. About to start crying. You should have checked on it more often! You should have double-checked all of the temperatures, stayed in the kitchen instead of going into Prosciutto’s study to read and imagine you were somewhere else--

The front door swings open. Prosciutto’s voice, warmth seeping from every syllable, calls out into the hallway;

“Tesoro? I’m home.”

That warmth will quickly dissipate when he sees what you’ve done. Even now, as he calls out your name once more, you can hear a mounting frustration; Prosciutto likes you to be ready to rush up to him when he comes home from work, peppering his cheek with kisses and chirping questions about his day, every inch the adoring little house spouse that he has mercilessly drilled you into becoming. You ought to be fussing over his jacket, stroking his cheek and telling him you missed him with heat in your cheeks - offering to fetch his slippers and a whisky for him to unwind with . . .

Instead, you are in the kitchen in front of ruined dinner, your apron a mess and tears rolling down your face as you face the facts; Prosciutto is not going to be happy with you.

“There you are.” The mafioso’s voice has a sharp edge to it as a shadow falls across the doorway. You start guiltily, trying to hide the tray of burnt food from his ice blue gaze, but there’s no real escape from a man like Prosciutto. You know he’s seen it the moment that his elegant lip curls and his eyes flicker back to you. “ . . . Really. Is this how you greet your husband, amore mio?”

You want to bite back at him that he is no husband of yours - that it is hardly husbandly of him to have snatched you from your life and installed you into his like you are an asset to be owned and bossed about, a caricature of what a traditional man would expect from a spouse. It is hardly husbandly of him to have taught you to cook and clean and serve him by belt and by threat and by the strange power that he possesses that you hope never to experience again--

(You can still remember it, at night, when Prosciutto is still on a mission and you are alone - how it had felt to have your bones age and crack all rapidly at once, your skin sag from your frame, your heart to suddenly have years and years of use and wear piled upon it in what felt like moments. You never want to feel it again. You’d promised him, afterwards, tears still drying on your face, that you would be good from then on in.)

“I’m sorry,” your words all come out in a rush. “I-I didn’t mean to, Prosciutto. Amore. I--I just got distracted, it burnt, I’ll cook it all again--”

His expensive shoes (gotten for a bargain, or so he claimed, though you know that half of the boutiques in the city cower when he steps into them and rush to offer him staff discounts and anything he desires) squeak on the tiled kitchen floor as he steps closer to you. You force yourself to breathe.

“And waste another day’s worth of ingredients?” He asks you, calmly. “Do you think I am made of money, amore mio?” The pet names are a deliberate choice - they serve only to make you even more frightened. He casts his eye over the spread again. “It’s good for nothing but the trash now. Tell me--” And then your chin is being grasped by hands that have murdered and killed and God knows what else. “What did my pretty little tesoro have to occupy their mind that was more important than being good and taking care of their husband, hmm?”

Your voice cracks.

“I-I’m sorry--”

“Not good enough,” he says, his voice still calm. Prosciutto is cool and calculated in all he does; he does not shout and rage at you. His quiet seething, his way of keeping his handsome face a visage of serenity even when he is doing depraved things, is far more frightening than anything else. “Come. Leave the food for later. I think you need a reminder of your place.”

Your breath catches. You know what he means by this, and as if your body is already protesting the coming punishment, you feel last week’s almost-healed bruises on your buttocks sting. And, too - because Prosciutto has trained you to be that way - you feel a heat low in your abdomen, a clenching of the part of you between your thighs that Prosciutto equally adores to torment.

Prosciutto senses your hesitation and clicks his tongue at you, motioning towards the upstairs of the little home you two share (some holdover from his family connections, though it is not quite as well-maintained as it ought to be).

“I’ll give you five more strikes for every moment you dawdle,” he says, and he gives you a smile not without a hint of his teeth. When you had first met Prosciutto, you had thought his overbite and the gap between his teeth handsome - now, you wonder if they are on display so often if only to warn you that this is a man who will bite if he is threatened.

You pass by him - and on cue, one of Prosciutto’s hands comes down and squeezes your ass as you walk, his hands strong, fingers digging hard into the plush of your rear. You whimper, and Prosciutto lets out a hiss of pleased breath through his teeth.

“So soft,” he murmurs to you, slapping you on the rear now as if he is urging you to move faster. “Mm . . . as much of a shame as it is to punish you, tesoro, you’re such a very lovely canvas for the discipline.”

Despite your will, the compliment makes your insides clench once more. Heat gathering between your thighs in hot little shocks - there’s something about the clipped way that Prosciutto speaks that makes you want to get on your knees and do exactly as he says, even if you do hate him. Even if you do wish you were somebody else, somewhere else, away from here.

(Hate is a difficult thing; you hate Prosciutto. You hate what he has done to you. But his fingers are clever and his mouth is tender and the frissons of danger being his give you are more of a lure than you’d like to admit. Even if you could escape, sometimes you fear that you are so thoroughly under his spell that you would miss him).

He chuckles as if he can tell what you are thinking - his hands rest upon your hips as you walk, guiding you upstairs, the movement at once gentlemanly and possessive. Those are two things that the mafioso excels in.

Prosciutto’s bedroom.

He leaves you standing in the middle of the floor as he slowly, leisurely, crosses the room to sit upon the bed. You stand there for him, tension brewing, even as Prosciutto lets out a slow sigh and removes his ascot with elegant fingers. As he unbuttons his jacket and shrugs it off shoulders, showing the sculpted muscles of his scarred chest. You barely stop yourself from trembling.

When the jacket is shed, he rests back upon the heels of his hands and looks at you with that handsome, disaffected air - mouth parted, eyes half-lidded. His command is simple.

“Strip, and then come here and bend over.”

Prosciutto likes you to look the part of his little spouse. You wear clothes that are well-made and prim and a little old-fashioned, with fiddly little buttons and awkward zippers that you sometimes need his help to get into in a morning. He offers you no such help now, as your fingers slip on the buttons and you miss the catch of the zipper three times from your clammy palms. He breathes out through his nose in a flare of irritation, and you make a squeal of apology as you finally manage to shed the last layer of your clothes and you stand before him in nothing but your underwear, white satin patterned with deep red roses that Prosciutto had picked out for you. He looks at you in satisfaction, noting the damp patch at your gusset.

“My underwear too, amore?” He likes it when you use pet names for him - when you call him ‘my love’ or ‘my soul’ or ‘husband’. He likes ‘Signore’, too, but he prefers that when the two of you are playing one of his favoured little roleplay games. Right now, he is a husband disciplining a wayward spouse, and he wouldn’t react well to it. You hope the little term of endearment softens him.

“Just the top,” he decides, and you obediently reach behind yourself and unclip it with only a little difficulty. You feel your cheeks heat as Prosciutto looks at how your chest is released from the satiny cups, but manage to keep your composure. “Ah. How lucky I am to have such a pretty spouse, hmm?” He reaches forward, pinching one of your nipples roughly. A soft noise of surprise falls from your lips as he continues to pinch, twisting it just enough for it to edge the line between pleasure and pain, forcing the bud to pucker and stiffen beneath his ministrations. He repeats the process with the other, making you press your thighs unconsciously together. “Maybe I should use a cane on these, one of these days.”

“N-no, please,” you breathe out, but you’re already losing track of the thought of anything but Prosciutto’s fingers upon you. He chuckles, tugging at your nipples again.

“Maybe some pretty jewelry, then?” He suggests. “One of my associates is very skilled with metals--”

You whine as he pinches just a touch too hard, and, satisfied, he lets go of the sensitive buds - stiff and already aching from a mixture of fear and arousal and the pressure he had exerted.

“Very well,” he says in amusement. “Come bend over my lap and let me give you your punishment.”

You have no other choice, really - you arrange yourself exactly the way you know Prosciutto likes you, bent over his lap, your ass in the air. Your sore nipples uncomfortably rub against his slacks and the bedspread, and you know that they will chafe between both as you move with every hit of his hand or his belt or the hairbrush, chest swaying with the pressure--

His hand rests lightly on the curve of your ass.

“You’ve been well-behaved other than today,” he muses aloud, rubbing warm circles onto the heated skin. The touch of his calloused palms on your soft ass sends more little electric shocks to that place between your thighs, satin sticking to the folds of your cunt. “Just my hand, hmm?”

“Thank you, amore,” you say, automatically. For his mercy. He chuckles, rubs his thumb over the seam of your ass through the underwear and stops just before your sex.

“No more than you deserve,” he says. “You’ll count, yes?”

You nod, and Prosciutto seems satisfied enough with that. You hear the sound of his hand pulling back - the displacement of air as it whooshes back towards your ass, and then the calloused meat of his palm collides with your bare flesh. You cry out in surprise at the feeling, despite knowing it was coming.

“One!” You say. “Th-thank you!”

He pauses, hand still upon your ass. Heat radiates from the spot he has just touched, like waves lapping upon a shore.

“Thank you, what?” He asks, his voice dangerous - and you know it is a test. You take a great shuddering breath.

“Thank you, carissimo--?”

You hope you have made the right choice - that the pet name will soften him and soothe him and remind him that he is your husband and you adore him (or, at least, you do because you know what is good for you). The question hangs in the air for a moment that feels like it lasts for an eternity, before Prosciutto lets out a grunt of pleasure.

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget next time.”

So you don’t.

You do not forget to count or to thank Prosciutto or to call him all of the sweet things you can think of; thank you carissimo, thank you caro, thank you amore, thank you mio re, mio amato--

And Prosciutto’s blows do not stop coming, each one slower and more lingering than the last. Palm slapping against your rear and thighs until you are all over sore, fingers digging into tenderised flesh, Prosciutto’s hand taking delight in the way you whimper and whine and your voice goes high and reedy as you reach seventeen, eighteen, nineteen . . .

At twenty, he leaves his hand upon your ass for a beat longer. Luxuriously and slowly slides it down, further than he had before - and laughs a little meanly as his fingers dip between your thighs, feeling just how wet your underwear is.

“Oh, amore,” He breathes, in that damnably low and seductive voice. “You like being punished, don’t you?”

There is no real argument to what he’s saying. With every hit of his hand, you had felt those sparks and shocks that had resonated all through your body and landed squarely in your cunt, between your legs. With every number that had fallen from your mouth, you had felt yourself pump out more slick, until the satin was utterly saturated and it was a wonder you were not dripping all over the floor.

“You’ve made a mess,” Prosciutto breathes against your ear. “Mm . . . I’m going to have to replace this nice lingerie. Do you know how much it cost?”

“. . . I . . .’m sorry--”

“Oh,” another chuckle. “Don’t be. It’s nice to know what a little slut my pretty spouse is.”

“I’m not. . .”

“Ah. So you’re not desperate for me to do this?” He slowly, deliberately, presses his fingers against the seam of your sex, rubbing it through the satin. Against your will, a whine falls from your mouth - the pressure is perfect, his fingers so good against your heated core. “You’re not moaning like a bitch in heat?”

“Prosciutto . . .”

“You’re a very lucky little slut, at least.” Prosciutto’s fingers begin to rhythmically slide backwards and forwards, over your cunt - you whimper as he finds your clit, rubbing the satin against the swollen little nub in a way that makes you squirm and hot tears spring to your eyes. “I don’t mind that you’ve gotten off to me punishing you. In fact . . .”

He doesn’t bother to go beneath the fabric - just finds your clit, swollen and stiff through satin as thin as spider silk, and begins a rough, mean assault on it that has you gasping and panting.

“I’ll even help you along.”

It’s too much. It’s all too much. The position - blood rushing to your head. The way that your ass aches and stings from his discipline, the way he’s practically trained you to get turned on by being hurt, the confusion that you feel about all of this . . . Sometimes you want nothing more than to be the thoughtless little whore of a spouse he wants you to be. Things would be so much easier, wouldn’t they?

Your breath comes in short sharp pants as Prosciutto increases his speed, roughly circling your clit. You squirm hotly as the pressure follows suit. All of the feelings inside of you - the confusion and the heat and the arousal and the hate and everything else - all tangle together in your mind like old embroidery threads, a mess impossible to unravel--

Until they do. The threads are all suddenly pulled apart in different directions, and your insides explode in an orgasm that is partly pleasure and partly pain. Prosciutto’s fingers do not slow, hot hard circles that guide you over yet more hills and more peaks. You don’t know if it’s good or if it’s overwhelming, all of the sensations creeping up on you at once like ivy overtaking an old house. You sob out a dry, whimpering noise that makes Prosciutto sigh.

He slows his fingers as the last ebbs and flows of your peak flow from your thighs to your feet to your fingertips and out of your body and lets you lay there limply upon him, breathing hard.

You are suddenly aware of every part of your body.

Your underwear clings wetly and uncomfortably to your folds, the gusset utterly soaked from the painful orgasm that Prosciutto had wrung from you. Tear tracks are drying on your face, your ass aching from every spank of Prosciutto’s hand. Your nipples ache from how they had rubbed against the fabric of Prosciutto’s slacks with every body-shaking hit you had taken.

“There,” Prosciutto says, pushing you off of him so you land in an ungainly sniffling heap on the floor. Beads of your arousal and release are streaming down your inner thighs. He acts as though what he’s done has had no effect upon him, though the stiff tent of his erection tells a different story. You will get that particular part of your punishment later, caged underneath the unending snap of his hips and snarl of his voice about what a good little thing you are, taking your husband’s cock like you were made to do. “Now. I think it’s dinner time, don’t you?”

You sniffle again and look up at him with beseeching eyes.

“I-- I burnt dinner--”

“Well,” he says. “I suppose you’ll have to make it all again, won’t you?”

It’s almost a pardon. You nod frantically at him, and go to reach for your abandoned brassiere, your other clothes - only for Prosciutto to stand up and bring one well-heeled foot right down upon the pile of fabric.

“I don’t think you deserve those, tesoro. Do you?”

“B-but . . . the window--”

He looks down at you with a glint in those deep blue eyes, a devilish smirk playing about his lips.

“You should have thought about that before you made such a mess of things.” His eyes slide over your figure - your bare chest, your rapidly bruising thighs and ass, the thin and soaked excuse for underwear you’re currently wearing - and he sighs in satisfaction. “Don’t you dare close the curtains, amore mio. Maybe this will be another lesson for you.”

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 years

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Head empty, only:

Yandere Idia + Persephone!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Riddle + Pet!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Vil + Magic Mirror!Captive!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Jamil + Genie!Enslaved!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Malleus + Tinkerbell-size Fae!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Leona + Farena’s Captive!Spouse!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

Yandere Azul + Contract!Royal!Reader + ✨Stockholm Syndrome✨

✨Yandere & Stockholm Syndrome✨

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: MY, YOUR HEAD IS FILLED WITH SO MUCH DESIRES MY DARLING!~ I THINK THERE'S MORE TO YANDERE AND LESS OF STOCKHOLM SYNDROME SO I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR IT, MY DEAR! THIS ISN'T A REQUEST BUT INSPIRATION STRUCK ME SO I HAD TO!

YANDERE! DORM LEADERS + JAMIL VIPER X FEM!READER

THIS IS SET IN A FANTASY AU + IDIA IS IMPLIED TO HAVE INHERITED HIS GRANDFATHER'S THRONE IN THE UNDERWORLD

Yandere! Idia would follow you all the time, no matter where you go, he would always lurk behind you; sending sharp glares to his underlings when they had stared at you far too long for his liking. The fiery headed male would go so far to execute them when they talked to you in a tone that deemed disrespectful to you.When your eyes came across one another, he would shyly smile at you before looking away to another direction, your ephemeral beauty was far too much for him to handle. After months of trying to win your affection, the male was overjoyed when you started to reciprocate his feelings, your fingers intertwined with his. He could only smile fondly at the scars that marred your beautiful skin, scars that came from the punishments he gave you after each and every attempt of running away from him. It was for you own good after all. The world is cruel and unjust. Thus he'll keep you locked away in the Underworld forever, in his loving possessive embrace

Yandere! Riddle is more stricter than before, he would make schedules on what time you'd eat, sleep and bathe and if you were to miss just by a second; grave consequences awaits you. He was doing it for your own good so don't give him that teary-eyed look; the bleeding cut on your lip is proof of his endearment to you. Aside from such harsh treatments, Riddle is always and I mean ALWAYS, treats you so so sweetly. He kisses your bruises and tears away as the white cloth he holds soaks up the blood that spills out of your cuts. When you're being on your best behavior, he would give you an array of treats; from the sweetest chocolate eclair to the most bitter tea you could have ever drank to the most beautiful handsewn dresses he could ever buy for you. If you continue to be such a good pet for him, you'll always be in his good graces no matter what

Yandere! Vil confides in you, all of his saddest darkest insecurities are stored right in your brain; seeking of your comfort and love after a long day of working. He met you in one of the studios he worked in and was smitten by how kind and supportive you were to him, always thinking and putting him first before anyone; before YOU even! That's what made him do initiate such a drastic act, trapping you in one of mirrors held in his room, surrounded by beautiful portraits of him so that whenever he leaves the room; you'll always be reminded of him and him only. Eventually you learned how to cherish the male, showering him with praises and affectionate names once he enters the room; he's the only human being that you could talk to in this lonely house

Yandere! Jamil caught you right where he wanted, to be forever his. Knowing that you were a genie, he had to find holes in your wishing rules and when he made the first wish, you knew you were already bounded to him till death; to his utmost pleasure and satisfaction when he saw the terror in your eyes. His wishes weren't always grand like the previous owners, rather he would always ask you to come out of your lamp and lay by his side until the sun has risen. Throughout the entire night, his grip around you is gentle yet firm and sometimes your hands would slip under the pillows, slowly retracting them back once you felt the familiar cold metal blade that belonged to a knife that he keeps under it; he's taking extra precautions after all, he wouldn't want anyone stealing away his precious gem

Yandere! Malleus is far too clingy and overprotective. Look at you, you're so small that Malleus could simply grab you and crush you in his palms if he wanted to; you need protection, you need his protection. That's why he keeps you with him all the time, no matter where he goes; you're right by his side. Everyone thinks that you're just a pet that he keeps in jar but he begs to differ; you're his prized possession, the love and light of his life and he'll kill anyone that touches a single strand of your hair, he means it truly. He's just that in love with you, my dear and you wholly bask in his affection. After everything he had given to you, it would have been cruel to just deny it; you'll never be able to get this treatment from anyone other than him

Yandere! Leona sealed a ring on your finger after Farena saw how interested he was in you. Though the older brother can't wrap his head around what made him want to marry you; you were just another captive that he caught during his travels, another being that had its fate sealed to be a slave to the royals forever but alas knowing Farena, he would do anything to make his little brother happy and thus he allowed the marriage to happen without a hitch. The secondborn prince revels in how you scatter across the room whenever he's near you, eyes wide and legs trembling but don't be afraid; he's your husband after all. He'll crush and break you to pieces before building you up into his perfect little obedient wife; one that would always worship him at his feet. Soon enough, you'll learn to love him like how he loves you and if you still persists the lion's advances, know that you'll be receiving his sharp fangs and claws as punishment

Yandere! Azul could only laugh at your tear stricken face as you signed the contract, assuring you sweetly that it's what a princess would do for her kingdom and its people. Per contract, he'll do everything to make sure your kingdom flourishes under his rule, of course a king is not a king without his queen right? He'll have you glued to his side at all times, if not most of the time. The meroctupus was never seen without his dazzling queen, arm linked together as they walked down the castle's corridors. You see, he had his eyes on you for months, he remembered how he saw your radiant smile for the very first as you waved to the people from your carriage and at that moment, he was smitten by you and he was determined to make you his. He pulled so many strings to ensure your kingdom would fall to ruins, just so you could come to him on your knees, pleading and begging for his help and you did. You'll forgive him, won't you angelfish? He did it out of his love for you

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lyomeii · 1 year

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YANDERE! SOLO LEVELING HEADCANON

->warnings: yandere theme, manipulation, death mentions, obsession, kidnapping, children mention, Stockholm syndrome, threats, blackmail and maybe more?

-> request by anon! Can u do more headcanons for solo leveling ?(⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) and @kyrielaw Yandere sung jinwoo again!! Pls????

->a/n: not a comeback for the hiatus, yet I’ve being write during my break during my studies so yeah, I wrote this since I miss posting and also because i reread the manwha again since I missed Jinwoo and the other gorgeous characters:) also this is longer than my usual works

-> thomas andre is one of the most powerful hunters of the world, a famous figure around the globe yet his significant other is rarely seeing in public, even with all knowing you name and appearance from the many photos around the internet, you are considered as a private figure from the public

-> in his penthouse is where you stay the most of your time, spending your free time in your hobbies and cleaning the house as the sweet house spouse of thomas’ who hates going out unless your dear husband is next to you to protect from the many dangerous. He gots enemies, right? And isn’t like that you need a reason to leave the safety of your home to buy something for you~ with his cards, you can buy anything from the internet and receive at home :)

-> he love seeing you cleaning the house with so much effort and when he has free time, thomas helps you in your duty. Picking up the heavy furnitures while you mob that area or putting something in the tallest cupboard, ah~ he truly loves those simple yet domestic moments with you, his sweet spouse who try their best to not move away from his touch :)

-> whatever he feels like, thomas takes you out to the best, fancy and expensive restaurant in the USA. Not only you deserve a reward and such beautiful moment for being such a cute and adorable spouse not because you gave up on running away from him and seeing your eyes sparkle seeing such delicious food gives him more years and he hopes that you continue that way, receive gifts from thomas is something that you enjoy, right?

-> physical affection is his love language, thomas loves seeing you, such a small person compared to him either next to him during those moments where he takes you out with his hand around your waist or when you two are cuddling in the bed seeing something in tv, his arms around your body make you unable to leave him and his head resting over yours bring memories of easily he is able to secure you inside this penthouse, your prison.

-> recently in the Germany’s news, a gorgeous person appears next to lennart and the people didn’t took much time to find out you who are. Many fans accounts spread some photos of you with some important information about yourself. A gorgeous model who recently got many jobs at runaway around the world with even more contacts to pose for many famous brands.

-> with that photo of you and lennart out in the web, your social medial went crazy, messages, likes and comments spamming about the secret relationship that you share with the S-hunter. And you even being seeing as a confident person, you are panicked and anxious about such things you’ve reading about those people, threats and name calling you terrible names, oh! they made you crying nonstop til you felt lennart’s hand on your shoulder

-> between sobbing, you asked for lennart to explain the entire situation to his fans, telling to the public that you two are friends since high school and were only hanging out to know what have been happening to each other lifes. The gentle smile on his face should bring you comfort, however, there is something behind it and the words coming out his mouths only confirms your thoughts, he says that you two look like a perfect couple and that would be such sad news to tell everyone that you aren’t together, he brings your face closer to his and his lips met yours, such moment that was supposed to be sweet feels as a trap, one that you aren’t going to escape

-> the next morning, lennart used his social media to confirm that indeed you are in a relationship with him for a couple years, hiding from the public to prevent hateful comments. With such words, the hateful comments and threats quirky stopped from happening and now only those who are his truly his fans are hoping for an engagement to happen between you too soon. And the other hand, you still panicked but another reason, you can’t broken up the relationship with lennart, that would destroy your career for completely and your social life! You don’t have much options than pretend to be his sweet significant other for as much he wants, however you have the feeling that he won’t let you go

-> giving gifts is his love language, seeing you wearing the finest clothes makes him feel crazy, the way those clothes fit your body and curves is to die for :) not to mention that many times you are invited to interviews or wants to go somewhere, lennart makes you wear a piece of his clothes, most of the time his coat, that way everyone will knows that you are dating him

-> congratulations! you caught zhingang’s attention and now he won’t ever let you go of his touch, even you did try to leave him and escape from his grasp, those you love will suffer the consequences, so there is much option than stay and be with him… how did that happened?

-> as you remember, the views of the journal you works for go insane whatever zhigang is on the screen. His smirk and yellow eyes make him a handsome man, many people no matter the gender fall over him and yet, his unique eyes are already settled on someone, you, the journalist who is kind famous in china for always notify the recently news related to dungeon’s and hunters. The lack of fear in your face impress him, how you stay still while reporting the live scene of the hunter stopping such monsters escape from the gates. That’s it, he wants to know more about you

-> a charity party is happening and as usual, Zhigang is there to attend and bring more people to donate to those who lost everything due to the monster, and you are there too, not able to donate since you are rich or that, but to interview the many people who are attending such event. And well, he steps in front of you, ready to be interview by such cute journalist like you. Your eyes start shining and well, you are excited to talk with a S-hunter like zhingang and gain a bonus from your boss, so yeah, you and him went to somewhere quiet and start the small interview.

-> your angelic voice almost make him want to raise from his seat and take you home, yet he control himself, zhingang can’t do that at least not yet, he needs to learn more about you in order to make you his forever. With the interview ending and you need to going back to working, he gives you his number in order to call him for more question after the event and together with the smile on his face, he almost make you go red and pass out right now, but you stay still and said goodbye to him, leaving zhingang by himself

-> days passed and no call from you, leaving zhingang thinking what could happen to his cute journalist, so he went to your work place and talk with your boss, an old man, who almost died by seeing the hunter asking about your wherebsout. The old man told the hunter why you didn’t show up to work nor called him, your family felt that you are getting older to be single, so your family made you quit and got you into a arrangement married against your boss’ wishes who tried to speak that you are a good worker, however the old man stopped trying when your family threatened him of sending you off to another country

-> angry, no, fury filled zhingang’s body who quirky left the office and went to look after you where the ceremony would be. Didn’t took long to arrive there, by the man’s worry, he arrived before the wedding happened, yet you are already wearing the classic clothes for the ceremony. Tears and messy makeup ruins your clothes while your parents scream at you for not being a good spouse to whatever person that they got you, and they only stopped with that the moment zhingang appears in front of them

-> your parents become silent and your cries ceased, and without thinking, you hugged him and begged to leave this place and your family and zhingang did exactly that. Picking you in his arms, he left the place with you falling asleep while he thinks what kind of punishment your parents should suffer after hurting you like that. But that can wait for a while, firstly, he have to take care of you

-> when you wake up, you quickly notice that isn’t the ceremony nor you house, it’s way expensive and the soft clothes in your body feel comfortable compared to your previous clothes. Even you are scared about the situation, zhingang appears from behind, hugging you and placing a kiss on your head, saying that you are now safe from your family and that you shouldn’t worry about anything but him. Even with sweet swords, you feel that is new life isn’t better nor good compared to your previous fate

-> quality time is his love language. Zhingang doesn’t really care much of what you two are doing, as long he can see you or know that you are closer to him, he feels is enough. Sometimes, he takes you out to area with less people like small city or rural area where most people don’t recognize him nor you, and takes photos of you to place it in his album

-> when a young man showed up full of injured to the hospital, you are his assigned nurse to take care of him til he wake up and leave the hospital, with someone as him lost so much blood, you fear that he isn’t leaving this place soon yet you aren’t ready to give up of him

-> everyday without losing it, you take care of his room and make sure that everything is clean to when he wakes up, the patient knows that he is care about it. Not to forget the flowers that his little sister, Jinah ( a cool girl and a new friend!) bring to him when she has time, the room become colorful with such beautiful flower, also it’s help to construct the moment whatever you are reading a book to him even knowing that he might not able to hear it

-> what you didn’t know is that Jinwoo did hear your voice and felt what you did to him. Cleaning the room, reading books to him, talking with his sister of his progress of healing, is that enough to fall in love? For Jinwoo is enough to make him do anything in your name. The instant he regains his conscience and saw you in the room, he thanked you for taking care of him during his stay and finally introduce himself, receiving a sweet smile from you that made him goes complete red

-> spending a few more days recovering at the hospital, you get to know each other better. you learn about his mother and promised to visit her whatever you have free time, Jinwoo learns that you recently moved to this part of the city, the conversation went long and you almost didn’t notice that is it time to Jinwoo leave and when he does, he doesn’t forget to share his number with you, promising to call you when he gets things done

-> a few more days passed and you receive Jinwoo’s call, asking if you could met at a nearby coffee and of course you agreed with him, saying that you will let him there. Once you arrived at the coffee, Jinwoo is looking complete different, more taller and way handsome than you remember, yet his sweet personality didn’t change at all neither the blush in his cheeks when he is talking with you, what a cutie :)

-> hearing his voice after a while does bring memories but let’s focus on the present. He paid for the little hang out and asked if you could visit his apartment, after all, his mother wake up a few days ago and she wants to met you and jinah have so much to speak with you, once again, you agreed to Jinwoo and the two of you walk to his home

-> arriving there yet none was there to met you and hearing the classical sound of the frontal door being closed made you a little anxious of what Jinwoo is going to do or say. Before anything, he guided you to the couch, seating next to you and ready to speak what is going inside his mind, he said that he is in love with you and beg to you to live with him and his family, what sweet words of him, but you try to remind him that you two only each other for a short period of time!

-> he said that’s okay! True love exist and he will show it to you as long you stay ar his side and don’t try to hurt yourself. With that, you realize that you can’t leave his apartment, the door is locked and is too high to jump by the window, so, that’s make you trap inside of this place with your new family and boyfriend :)

-> living with Jinwoo and his family isn’t bad, with his sister going to school and he going to dungeons, you and Kyung-Hye ( his mother) often spend time together, either cooking, cleaning or just hanging out around the city (with shadows attached to you and ready to tell your boyfriend if you dare to escape). The way she speaks of her son is truly amazing, never in a million years you would believe that such woman raised someone like him

-> words of affirmation is his love language! Hearing your sweet voice speaking towards him almost melt him down, even when you only say few words such as “ you did good” about his food, Jinwoo can already die in peace knowing that you loved his food and find him attractive, if you try to deny that, he knows you love speaking about his looks :)

@lyomeii || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling headcanon #yandere sung jin woo #sung jin woo imagine #yandere Thomas andre #Thomas Andre x reader #yandere Lennart Niermann #Lennart Niermann x reader #yandere Liu Zhigang #Liu Zhigang x reader #sung jinwoo imagine #yandere manhwa

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eldritch-spouse · 5 months

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(I snorted this like cocaine)

I'm glad I was able to flatter you for the first and last time. Just as I know your name, I also know what your deepest desire is: to be loved by your perfect match. I felt bad for you at first because you can't choose who your perfect match is, so I didn't send you back to the hole you came from. I thought I'd try to be nice, but you don't deserve that, do you?

Instead of kidnapping me, raping me, and torturing me, you could've manipulated the situation and made Obie the bad guy in my eyes. I would've come running to you, thinking that if I were your perfect match, you must have my best interests at heart. Imagine, I would've cried in your arms and told you everything you wanted to hear. Perhaps I might have even lifted the protection I put over him. I don't know if you're stupid or impatient, but if it were my love you wished for, you could've taken a much smarter route. Because then, despite everything being a lie, I would've truly loved you. Now that I know what your really like, I won't ever make the mistake of trusting anything you say.

Despite what you may think, I already won. I made sure the love of my life is safe, and I made sure I can torture until one of us dies.

The love you most desire, I've taken from you; the life we could've had, I've taken too; and your cruelty has been my stepping stone throughout all of it. You will use your influence on me, and although my body might desire you, my heart never will. You will force my mind into Stockholm syndrom, break me, buy love potion upon love potion, erase my memories, and make deal after deal. But, you know, I will never truly love you. And even if, by some slim chance, I feel anything similar to true love, I will rip my heart out, and you will bring me back as an undead. Or will you? Will you do the smart thing and cut your losses? I wonder, and I hope you do so.

Are you sure I'm worth all this trouble?

So, Noph'ae, I order you to cut out my tongue and seal our fates. An endless punishment of you torturing me physically and me torturing you psychologically—isn't our love beautiful?

Anon, you are still in that bedroom.

If you think he's going to let you speak for even a fraction of a second or write anything any time soon, you're very mistaken.

You lost your most tangible and worthy weapon against Santi, communication. These words will never come out of your mouth. Or get transcribed into paper, you can't even claw them on the floor... He won't let you.

You've already fucked up by being the least bit merciful, don't expect a demon to extend you the courtesy of talking back to them when you already hold far too much power over their being.

Your love will be beautiful, after Santi's done putting out that nasty little "know it all" attitude.

Sit and stew for now, he's patient. And hey, he's still not violating any of your orders- Obie's alive and well.

#Santi oc

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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Yandere hunter/willow/reader headcanons, please? Individual & poly is fine!

Yandere Headcanons | Huntlow

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

for full transparency, i’m really not someone who ships huntlow at all (not my cup of tea), but i will be formatting this as poly yandere hcs for the sake of fairness with my luz/hunter/reader post

this relationship could be described in a single word: smothering

you aren’t given the space to breathe due to willow’s overprotectiveness and hunter’s anxiety over your safety

they’re constantly touching or watching you to the extent that you’ll start to find personal space more unusual than not

they will dispose of people who get too close to you and will either gaslight or emotionally blackmail you into siding with them

willow will be cooing over you and holding you close whilst hunter explains that they were only trying to protect you

they love you, don’t you love them?

even if people are cautious of hunter’s intentions with you willow is the perfect alibi as surely someone as kind and sweet as willow couldn’t hurt someone

hunter isn’t above punishing you for betraying them but willow is — like she’ll tie you up and scold you but she’d never outright hurt you

they definitely have a good cop, bad cop routine

your relationship began before you realised with; when hunter started stalking you from afar when he was the golden guard and willow started memorising your routines under the guise of friendship

both strive for you to love them equally and the best case scenario would be stockholm syndrome

hunter is more prone to insecurity and jealousy than willow (who is very calm and secure in your “relationship”) and if you show preference towards her he will start to withdraw and get crueler

they sleep on either side of you, clinging to your body so tightly that you wake up with more bruises after each night

willow presents herself as the rational loving spouse and tries to get you to understand their perspective — even talking hunter up to you and reassuring him when he has his doubts

she’s very much so the glue that holds the operation together — for better or for worse

but in the end, you’ll end up loving them both as much as they love each other

whether you want to or not

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #huntlow x reader #hunter x reader x willow #toh hunter x reader #golden guard x reader #willow park x reader #toh willow x reader #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #yandere huntlow x reader #yandere toh #yandere hunter #yandere hunter x reader #yandere golden guard #yandere willow park #yandere willow x reader #toh yandere willow #yandere headcanons

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peachymilkandcream · 2 months

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Break Me Slowly|Part 30 (Finale)|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: We've made it to the end of the series. Thank you so much to everyone who's supported this it means so much to me. It's probably going to be a short chapter but you'll see why at the end. This was once just a silly little idea rattling around in my head but now it's been fully written out and hopefully you guys enjoyed it. I'm still taking requests for oneshots, questions, and headcanons though, so please please feel free to request more. For example, maybe some oneshots of after the series ends with his older kids? I don't know the choice is up to you. I hope you loved these two as much as I do. (Also if you know the artist of this please dm me with their name and socials and I'll edit it to put in credit!) Thank you so much for reading <3)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Hange's arrival was the last piece to the the puzzle of Levi's perfect life. He was better off now than he had ever been with countless allies and supporters backing him up once more, reinstating his untouchable reputation that had kept him safe from all suspicions thus far. His wife had come around to his advances and gave him the son he had always wanted. Truly he was king of the world.

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"King of the world." Evelyn repeated softly to herself, slowly moving her eyes from the manuscript in her lap to the fire's glow.

She had written down everything that had happened to her over the past few years, in the spare moments when Levi was gone. Her intent back then was to write everything down to portray just what kind of a character he was, that he wasn't this great hero that women swooned over. He was a monster through and through that shouldn't be celebrated. Levi is just a handsome face and a reputation used to hide his heinous actions since no one would touch him.

Her plan had been to expose him once she wrote everything down, when the behavior started, who it effected, and most importantly what it had come to.

Life had gotten in the way, a tragedy of events leading up to their current state of the world, so finishing what had happened was put on delay. She didn't have the time she once had now that her son was becoming a toddler and her stomach was already swelling with another child, this time they both hoped for a daughter.

The world was on her side, Evelyn could have exposed Levi before Erwin gained a position in the new world government and before Hange returned so that Levi had no supporters. If she played her cards right Levi could have been in a prison cell for the rest of his life or executed. As the surviving spouse all of his money and assets would have gone to her, her excuse of needing him for the sake of Furlan would have been out the window. Even now if she pulled away support the same outcome of Levi's fate would happen even with Erwin and Hange's support, she could be rid of him with enough money to live for the rest of her life.

So why didn't she?

That was the question that still burned in her mind. The one that had planted itself in her head from the moment she left him to the mercy of Eren and Zeke. The first time she questioned her hatred of him. Back then it had been a shock but now it was a part of her everyday life.

What had she become? What had she allowed herself to do? Willingly becoming the plaything of a horrible man and she was just giving him what she wanted? He was getting his happy ending. Because she had let him.

"But the records of your crimes, he has you trapped, remember?" Spoke her mind.

"No, he doesn't." Her voice replied. "All Levi said was as long as it exists we're stuck together, but if it's destroyed I'm free, but he's free to come after me."

For the first time in a long time a sense of rebellion burned bright in her heart. That flame had been kicked down over and over, trampled until she thought it had gone out.

But here it was, burning bright in her chest.

What was she after all? Evelyn had asked that question to Levi before and been met with the answer that she existed for him and him alone. But before all of this that's not what she was. She was a Scout, a soldier, a person. Not a possession.

After all this time it dawned on her that this silly tell all book of hers would do nothing. People would still applaud him as a hero, or even say that his possession of her was hot. That they wished to have a man so obsessed with them. How lucky was she?

There was nothing lucky about this. Nothing lucky about being a slave to the whims of a madman.

Eren had wanted freedom for all Eldia, she wasn't free. She was just like her ancestor Ymir, the one who's soul burned bright in her. A prisoner of a man who had more power than she. Levi was her King Fritz, and she his Ymir. She would never be free under him. Furlan would become a prisoner of him.

"What of the child? How can you take the child and leave? All those failed attempts, how would this be different?"

It would be, back then no one would come and save her. She waited for someone to help her out of this, but nobody came.

She had to save herself.

The fire burned hot as she fed it those papers, come and find her if he dared.

Evelyn Ackerman would be free.

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Levi returned home to a quiet house, this second pregnancy was hitting his wife hard, and she required more rest. And with the state of training up a toddler from hell a nap didn't sound too bad for him either. Perhaps he would join her.

The door opened but his wife was not their, neither was she in the bathroom.

"Odd." He voiced.

For some reason the house felt slightly colder and empty. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck as he got a bad feeling about this.

Each room he found empty made him more frantic, shouting her name over and over. Combing the woods, the towns, everything. She had done this before, so why couldn't he find her?

Then it hit him like a bucket of water dumped on him.

"Allies." He pondered. "Who helped her... Someone helped...And hardly any staff to watch her- I gave her too much- too much!"

He kicked a chair over in the sitting room, watching it topple over. Anything he could get his hands on her broke, the last time he'd been this out of control was when Evelyn tried to kill him.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He seethed. "You're a damn fool Levi! How could you be so fucking blind- she's just the same as she's always been. Plotting, scheming little bitch!"

The room was thrown into absolute chaos as he let out his fury, not only was his only true happiness gone but she took his child with him.

"She can't get away with this. Who does she think she is? Thinking she can run from me and take my son with her? I'll show her, that little whore will pay!"

With his temper spent he broke down into a sob, running his hands through his hair as the anger and fear of losing her forever sunk in. He had done everything, everything for her. Making sure to go t o the best physicians in the country so that he could walk as well as he could again. Even going so far as to get metal replacements for his fingers. Just to be able to remain as much the same as he always had. And this is how she repaid him? Oh she didn't want to see his face when he found her.

A scrap of slightly burnt paper brushed against his foot, making him look down.

Picking it up, the words he caught before it faded into burnt edges told him it was the file of his crimes, the only thing that had kept them both tied to the island.

So she had burned it? Interesting.

It was a challenge, a dare. Levi had warned her that burning the file meant he had the freedom to come after her, and she'd done it regardless. Evelyn was challenging him to come after her, the thought brought a smirk to his face.

"Ready or not wife, here I come."

(A/N: I know I know! It's a very unsatisfying ending! Which is why I'm going to announce a little mini series coming out after this chapter posts which will be Levi's hunt for Evelyn and his child. It will be a very short series (maybe 10 chapters at the most) but I went into this thinking this would be the end of the end, but it just felt like it needed something that wasn't another few chapters but something all on its own. There will be a bit more of Evelyn and Levi to come!)

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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Hey I got an idea for the dark cacao series....except possibly like an alternate path thing or maybe can be added to the story...

What if....the reader did finally start falling for dark cacao back or Stockholm syndrome finally starts creeping its way into the reader's mind, like after so long of fighting it off mentally that their mind has grown weak and the syndrome starts pushing slowly? And dark cacao notices them slowly getting Stockholm....like yes they still speak with venom but it's a softer venom...he can tell they are finally starting to give way to the syndrome....or skip to maybe one day where they finally snap...the syndrome finally takes hold and reader is just crying and apologizing for hurting dark cacao so much...

Sorry if the ideas sound stupid....just curious what would happen if their resolve starts breaking or finally breaks....and remember you wrote that they resisted the syndrome and wondered what would happen if the syndrome finally became stronger...or if they did get it heh...

One's Deadly Fate (Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, reader was filled with guilt, angst mixed with fluff.

A/N: I'm so sorry if this was really bad and quite short 😭😭

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

How stubborn you were....

Belittling yourself in front of your mirror as more years had passed after your forced marriage to the king himself. How you've become so weak and pathetic into succumbing to the deadly fate that awaited you at the end of the line.

You realized that you've started to fall for King Dark Cacao Cookie, the very same cookie who fell madly in love with you.

And yet, you still treated him with so much cruelty and anger. How you spoke ill towards him even if he treated you with so much kindness and love, how you refused his acts of appreciation and giving into his antics or learning a lesson as more punishments were given to you.

Oh how you felt guilty towards your despicable actions to your so-called husband. You felt extremely bad to the point that you started to question your own sanity.

Is this the fate that awaits you?

Are you destined to rule the Dark Cacao Kingdom with the king by your side?

Is your freedom far more important than the cookie who shown you so much love and adoration?

And to be honest, you weren't so sure anymore. You cried every night in secrecy as confusion started to roam around your thoughts. You didn't want Dark Cacao to be worried for you, for your prideful image was far more important than your weak self.

And Dark Cacao Cookie notices the changes. How you've become far more softer and caring compared to your vicious and cruel sona in the past. You've started to compliment him in a soft and gentle voice and you didn't hesitate to voice out your concerns everytime he puts on his armour and leads his armed warriors outside of the Citadel's walls.

"Just...just be careful, Dark Cacao. Make sure to come back here in one piece. Do you understand?" You spoke in a soft yet there was still traces some venom in your voice as you look away from his stone cold gaze. His face contorted from the usual reserved expression to the soft and warm expression only his spouse can see. Dark Cacao caresses your face, placing a soft kiss on your head.

This action causes you to jump a bit but began to sigh, not from annoyance but in pure bliss. Dark Cacao notices this usual behavior of yours but decided to shrug it off. "I will, my love. Take care of yourself here, yeah?" You only nodded in response, placing your head directly into his chest as a way to say your 'yes' towards him.

At first, the king doesn't accept the fact that you've become well behaved around him, submissive even. He refused to believe that what he saw was just a mere illusion. He tried so many tests to see if your behavior was just an act for you to escape, to try and fool him in order for you to fulfill your selfish need for freedom but no. You just passed all those test that were being set up either by his warriors or by him without even knowing.

The last straw for him to beloved that you were finally his is when you wholeheartedly apologized for the cruelty and harsh words he just witnessed during the duration of your time being confined inside of the Citadel. Your guilt towards became so bad that you shed off a tear from your face and apologized towards him.

As he heard those words from you, Dark Cacao Cookie was overcome with joy and happiness. As if he knew that this day had finally come and all of his efforts for you to love him had actually had an impact towards you.

You've finally accepted your once deadly fate, not only as his spouse but also his queen/king, ruling together in the Kingdom your husband founded and established for many years. You also celebrated every anniversary the both of you missed out and gave him the same affection he once given you during the first few months of your marriage with him.

Kisses, hugs and acts of services. You even had the courage to call him some endearments that your old self refused to say it. Before, you always refer the king by his name but now that you accepted your fate, you called him heartfelt nicknames that could melt his heart.

Dark Cacao Cookie appreciated those kinds of love languages from you and hence, he decided to give back your freedom. Taking long walks outside of the Citadel's walls as you ran and skip through the cold snow on the ground. "My husband look!" You exclaimed as you shook his cape excitedly. "It's a bird! A snowy owl, darling! You know how rare these birds were, I never seen such beauty within those birds!" Your husband saw the spark within your eyes. A huge smile appeared on your face, staring at the graceful bird above the tree where it stood.

He lets out a small laugh, placing an arm around your shoulder. Despite the thick clothing you put on as you stepped outside, his warm touches never fails to make you happy and contented. You felt safe around him, protected even. You now see Dark Cacao Cookie as your husband and loved him with all your heart.

"I see, beloved but your beauty is far more elegant than that owl. Your smile is like one of the best jewels I've kept within my heart." You smiled from his affectionate words. Without hesitation, you pulled him closer and placed a kiss on his lips. This surprised the king but nonetheless melted from your touch as he returns the kiss for you. The last time the two of your kissed is in your wedding, which you felt disgusted at first and he felt kinda sad upon realized that the kiss was just for show.

But now, he finally felt the warmth of your love within the kiss you gave him. Wrapping your arms on his neck as he places both of his hands on your waist. Some of his warriors let out a small 'awe' as they witnessed their two rulers sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of the snowy woods. There were no predators, no danger nor evil was lurking around the corner. Just the two of you giving each other the first loving kiss you both deserved.

As the snow began to fall down, the cold breezy wind and many of it's particles are stuck within your clothes, Dark Cacao Cookie finally felt the love he lacks within his life. With you in his arms while laying down on the snow covered path, you finally said those words that you considered as curses and can bring misery within your life;

"I love you Dark Cacao, I'll love you till we both take our last breathe and finally turned into crumbs."

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#tw yandere #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie x reader #crk dark cacao cookie #yandere dark cacao cookie #soft yandere

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transingthoseformers · 8 months

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Oh my gosh I'm loving the MegStar Problem Children AU. I have the image of Deathsaurus giving Thunders his comm code, ushering a still shell-shocked Tarn towards the ship when Megatron goes into emergence with little Twirl.

Cue take off being postponed because Deathsaurus wants to be there for the baby's birth. He has no trust in his parents ability to not fuck this child's life up. He's even calling Screamer to yell at him "Why would you do this? Why would you do him again!?" Starscream's more focused on the unmasked Tarn siting next to Deathsaurus with his helm in his hands. Tarn's quiet except for the occasional muttered, "Four..."

Ratchet is respectivly the foster parent and spouse of the foster parent of two of the MegStar children and is claming responsibilityfor them being better hinged individuals. Missfire's inability to focus long enough to aim had to drive Deadlock bonkers.

Rodimus is just watching the drama with popcorn when Thuderclash wanders over and starts talking to him. Because for all of Rodimus' insecurities he is a top tier autobot and Thunders is confessing his own imposter syndrom to a mech he respects. Rodimus is having to recalculate. "Thunders, you're the perfect Autobot. Everyone says so." "Coming from from Megatron and Starscream's sparks? You've got be kidding me" "Ohh boy, i think we both need a drink for this conversation."

Missfire and Swerve are being excited together over the baby. The two of them just started vibing and Whirl of all mechs is the only one who noticed their holding hands.

Zxffg yessss

You just KNOW those two are gonna be talking

He has no trust in his parents ability to not fuck up this child's life

Deathsaurus is right for this

Sdffgggv yes yes yell at Starscream about this, Jesus Christ can't MegaStar use a condom or some shit

oh Tarn, ohhh Tarn. Am I evil for finding Tarn's reaction absolutely hilarious

Ratchet is right for that

It definitely definitely had to, Deadlock tried so hard to teach missy how to aim. Maybe we should give him a copy of that one gun Brainstorm made Swerve, it seemed to help him aim.

Oh Thunderclash, this is exactly what you needed to do, have a nice long chat with Rodimus and Ratchet

OWO? Misfire and Swerve getting along? I know they'd go great together, but wait wait why have I not considered this ship before

#whirl being more perceptive than me #mtmte whirl #mtmte rodimus #mtmte thunderclash #mtmte ratchet #mtmte megatron #mtmte deadlock #mtmte drift #< same guy #mtmte Deathsaurus #idw starscream #megastar #well past Megastar #mtmte tarn #mtmte misfire #mtmte swerve #swervefire? MisSwerve?#twirl #Megastar's Problem Children

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serenity-ren-bliss · 26 days

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In defense of Piper McLean

Spoilers for Heroes of Olympus and Trials Of Apollo

TW: brief mentions/discussions of death, racism/bullying towards a poc, and the media’s sexualization of young people raised in the public eye.

Over the time Ive been in the Riordanverse fandom, I’ve found varying opinions about various characters. Piper McLean has proved to be one of the most polarizing.

Before I make my points, please know that I have no problems if you simply dislike Piper’s character. There are many reasons I’ve seen for people to not like Piper as much as some others. This post was made to combat 2 specific points I’ve seen come up as to why Piper is a bad person:

1. Piper’s “not like other girls” attitude

2. Piper didn’t go to Jason’s funeral

1. Piper’s not like other girls attitude and how it ties to her backstory of isolation and lack of female role models

Piper McLean is a daughter of Aphrodite born to famous actor Tristan McLean. Her father is Cherokee which is a form of Native American.

When you look at Piper’s upbringing it’s pretty easy to understand why Piper turns to her “not like other girls” attitude as a form of self defense/coping mechanism.

Piper grew up not having a mom, and we have no mention of any other female relatives such as a aunt or cousin. The only woman in Piper’s life we know of is her dad’s assistant Jane who is only around Piper for the sake of her job and who Piper has a civil at best relationship with.

Aside from that, the other other major female figures pre-the lost hero that we know of is the girls at her school who were racist bullies towards her.

Additionally, Piper’s father Tristan, as mentioned earlier is a famous movie star most known for the “King of Sparta” franchise. Piper is a young girl of color, who because her father’s fame, is experiencing puberty in the public Hollywood eye. Hollywood doesn’t exactly have a history of being appropriate towards its young stars. (Cough the countdown to the Olsen twins’ 18th birthday Cough)

Because of this Piper grew to associate femininity with the few less then stellar female models in her life and that only worsened with the media’s perception of her so she turned to the “not-like-other-girls” attitude both to convince herself she’s not like the negative figures in her life and to get less unwanted media attention.

This was somewhat worsened due to the fact that Piper is in general pretty isolated. Her father, being again Piper’s only major role model, is always busy and she turned to theft to gain his attention. Because of this isolation Piper grew used to processing her emotions on her own.

This ties to point number 2

2. Piper did not go to Jason’s funeral

While I understand people finding Piper’s “not-like-other-girls” syndrome annoying, even while understanding its origins, a find this point utterly stupid.

For some background: Jason Grace is the son of Jupiter, who was dropped in a bus belonging to Piper’s school by Juno who then proceeded to wipe all of Jason’s memories and give Piper and her friend Leo 2 months worth of fake memories surrounding a friendship in Leo’s case and a relationship in Piper’s with Jason that never existed in the first place.

Jason and Piper quickly grew many real memories in their relationship, spending close to a year together. However at some point during Trials of Apollo Piper realized she didn’t actually have any romantic feelings for Jason and while she did love him, she didn’t want to date him.

As far as I’m aware Jason took this like a champ as I have no recollection of any resentment Jason had towards Piper for this. He wanted a future with a family (spouse and children) but as much as he was upset about it not being with Piper, he doesn’t resent her. Piper seems to hate herself more for this then Jason does.

It’s important to note that while Piper probably never held any romantic feelings toward Jason, he was still incredibly important to her as one of her best friends and the two were still really close. So it must’ve absolutely broke Piper when on a quest with Apollo/Lester, Piper witnessed Jason be stabbed in the chest with a spear.

Obviously that is not something you’d want to witness even if it isn’t your best friend/ex-boyfriend. The part about this all that is significant is that Piper, after returning to Camp half blood, chose to lock herself away and did not go to Jason’s funeral.

Now as part of the reason why I consider this point utterly stupid, I would like to remind you that Piper is a 16-18 year old war veteran who most likely has PTSD as well as being raised, as mentioned before, isolated, and having gotten used to dealing with her emotions on her own. We cannot expect her to be as emotionally stable and intelligent as an adult. Because she isn’t. She’s a teenager. Whose been through way to much for someone her age.

Piper’s choice to not go to Jason’s funeral was entirely reasonable and valid with all of this in mind. She witnessed one of the worst events she ever will and decided the best way for her to process it is to have some alone time. Which, in my opinion, was an emotionally mature choice to make. Piper was in a lot of pain and witnessing Jason’s body, his shroud being burned, and his other loved ones crying over him was something she simply couldn’t bring herself to do as it would only cause more pain for her.

TLDR: Piper McLean is not a bad person. She is an isolated young girl whose been through a lot and as a result has turned to a not-like-other-girls attitude and a familiarity with processing her emotions on her own.

#Piper McLean #Piper McLean supremacy

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Scions, Ch.2 - Seokjin | Kim Line + JHS

Scions, 2 - Seokjin

sci·on | \ ˈsī-ən \ Definition: (1) a descendant (2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting

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Pairing: Jin x Fem!OC; Fem!Reader Sister + Jin

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: unprotected sex (couple is in a monogamous relationship); spooning; dirty talk; cussing; overt discussions of fertility struggles; anxiety; OC has feelings of imposter syndrome; oral (M-receiving); alcohol consumption; character illness; a wild Jimin appears!

Word count: 6,033K+

Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

A/N: This chapter was written as part of @btswritingcafe's Specialty Coffee Anniversary Event. There were three categories that featured various B-side tracks whose lyrics were meant to be the basis for the fic. For this particular chapter, I have chosen "21st Century Girls": Whatever other people say, Whatever this world tells you, You’re the best to me just the way you are.

Also—opening smut so—proceed with caution, under the cut!

“Oh my gooood, Jin–” she moans. Her hands reaching back and digging into his thigh as he thrusts deeply into her.

“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this?” He gasps into her ear. He woke up hard this morning and was consumed with the desire to be inside her.

“Yes,” she mewls as he works his cock into her cunt.

She couldn’t say no to him—not when his fingers had so deftly rubbed her clit until she was sopping wet for him. He had built up the visceral need in her, one that would only be fulfilled if he fucked her senseless.

“I’m gonna cum so hard for you–you feel so good…so tight for me,” he rasps. He suckles on her neck, pumping his hips against hers.

“Ah, I’m close! Yes!”

He groaned and drilled harder and deeper into her. His fingers grasping her hips while her body trembled from her brewing climax.

She came with a loud cry…her moans filling the entire room and seeping out into the empty hallway, echoing through the entire house.

He followed shortly after. Gasping for air while he emptied himself into her.

It was raw, unbridled lust.

******

“You think that increased our chances?”

He pauses buttoning his shirt for a beat.

“I…hope so,” he says, his voice lined with a thin layer of disappointment. It’s been a while since he had been inside her purely because he wanted to give his wife a good fucking.

He continued to fasten the rest of his buttons then took a quick glance at himself in the bathroom mirror before walking into the bedroom to rejoin his wife.

“Who knows? Maybe some spontaneity will help us.” He remarks, lightening his tone as he approaches her, still laying in bed.

She gives him a small smile.

Seokjin and Yoojung have been married for a little over three years. They’ve known each other since they were in grade school. He finally asked her out during their junior year in high school. They went to prom together and stayed as a couple through their university years until he asked her to marry him.

Yoojung was a sweetheart. She was the quintessential girl-next-door—or if you wanted to be literal about it, she was the girl from two blocks away.

She’s always been so shy and reserved–she was practically a wallflower so it was a wonder how Jin plucked her out from the hordes of girls giving him heart-eyes at school back then. He could have his pick of any woman he wanted. He could have very well dumped her when they went to different universities–but each and every time, he only had eyes for her.

Yoojung couldn’t believe her luck–she had always been in love with Jin. Despite his popularity, he was sincere, caring, and extremely down-to-earth. He could have gone on to the big city and found a job but he chose to come back to his hometown and help run the family’s restaurant.

“Have a good day, yeobo,” she says as she tilts her chin up to kiss him

“You too. I love you,” he smiled.

“Love you, too,” she responded as she watched him walk out of their room.

They typically had breakfast together. She’d make him coffee and pack him lunch. But their early morning shenanigans caused her to stay laid up on the bed…to let things marinate.

Yoojung decided to lie still for another few minutes before she hopped in the shower to get ready for her day.

It was already light out when Jin backs out of his garage, slightly later than his usual departure time. He thought it was worth being late to the market just to have those blissful extra few minutes with Yoojung.

******

“Good morning, everyone!” He greets his staff enthusiastically as he enters through the side entrance of the kitchen, bringing in a container of fresh fish from the market. They all murmur their greetings in return as they’re already far into the day’s prep work. He hands the styrofoam container to his chef who compliments his bosses’ ingredient of choice for today’s special.

“How’s your dad today,” the chef asked while he was in the middle of working on his mise en place.

“He has his good days and bad. But he’s been listening to the doctor and taking it easy. Of course staying still has always been a huge challenge for him,” Jin says jokingly.

“Ah, you know your dad—he’d prefer to work until his last breath,” he says.

Jin smiles. “I’m sure he does. But, if he wants to be able to live the rest of his life—enjoy his grandchildren…he doesn’t have much of a choice. He has to rest.”

The chef’s eyebrows quirk. “Are you trying to say that he’s about to have more grandchildren?”

He paused, brimming with uncertainty. But instead of completely dodging the question, he carefully sidestepped it instead. “It’s certainly a possibility,” he chuckled.

The chef laughed. “Don’t worry, boss. I’m not trying to put any pressure on you. I’m sure that you and your siblings were more than a handful for your parents back then. It’s why I only had the one kid! It already felt like a circus with just him!”

Jin laughed in response. The truth was, his father had a talent for juggling. In fact, it felt as if he had invented it by the way he raised four kids, mostly on his own.

He only dreamed of becoming half the man he was. And if Yoojung ended up getting pregnant during this cycle, would he be up to the job?

******

//Eight months ago

“Seokjin-ah, can you open this for me, please?”

Jin pauses his inventory, sets his clipboard down and walks over to where his dad stood in the middle of the kitchen to unscrew the lid off the jar of homemade gochujang.

“Thank you, son. I’m sorry–your old man is an old man,” he chuckled, scooping some into the soup that he was mixing.

“Why don’t you just store the gochujang in a plastic tub? It would make it easier on you–”

“Jin,” he says sagely. “It’s much better in a glass bottle. It extends the shelf-life, especially for something homemade like this. Besides, I just probably need to lift more weights,” he jokes.

Jin smiles. “How ‘bout this? What if you switch to a flip-top jar then? It would be more convenient for you,” he suggests. “Plus, I don’t want to get a random call saying that you’re stuck underneath the bench press,” he laughs.

His father laughed heartily in response. “That would be humiliating,” he remarked. “But you know what? The flip-top jar is a great idea. Could you add that to our next order?”

“Of course!”

He watches his father carefully. It looked like he had gotten much older in a short amount of time…as if he didn’t look well. But the smile on his face said otherwise.

“Aish, these darned pants,” he chuckles again. “They just won’t stay up.” He goes on to adjust the drawstring on his work trousers to tighten them further.

“Did mom put you on one of her weird diets again?” Jin wonders. His dad looked like he shed some weight recently–not that he was overweight to begin with.

He chalked it up to his mom being home more. Maybe her presence fast-tracked those wrinkles and gray hairs. Jin chuckles to himself.

Kim Beomsok had always lived an active lifestyle, despite making his living around food. He was always on the go. If he wasn’t running errands for the restaurant, he was shuttling his kids around town—from school, to playdates, extra-curricular activities.

Everyone in town knew that Kim family.

More recently, he slowed down a lot. What with three out of his four children living away from home, with their own lives. He did enjoy the occasional trip to the city, where he could play with his grandchildren. They were his pride and joy. He especially loved it when he could cook for them.

But it’s been a while since he drove too far from home. He found himself tiring out more easily. His doctor advised him to scale back and enjoy retirement.

Retirement involved his wife, a famous movie and television actress who had since stepped away from the limelight that she enjoyed for close to three decades. She was also tired and wanted to spend more time with the love of her life.

However, you can take the actress off the stage, but she still had an on-stage mindset. Case in point, keeping up with her ‘healthy’ diets.

His father laughs heartily. “I tried but I find myself sneaking in more midnight snacks than anything. One night, I finished half a slab of samgyeopsal all by myself.”

Jin laughed at that. He knew he could eat a whole slab of pork on his own–he and his siblings have seen it with their own eyes.

Each night, after dinner service, his father always made the staff a hearty meal. It was another way of showing gratitude and appreciation for a job well done. And he always joined in and partook in a celebratory beer.

Lately, his father hadn’t been joining the staff during meals. He still cooked but seemed a bit more tired than usual, apologizing constantly at the meager effort that he pulled together.

Restaurant staff always waved him off. How many bosses actually cooked for their staff on a nightly basis? Besides, he was understandably getting older, moving a bit slower than usual.

His father was still a proud man and the restaurant had been his whole life. This place, just like a handful of other family-owned businesses around town, was an institution. It helped that their mom’s star power kept its popularity—but more than that? The place just had great food and even better service. Anybody who came to eat there was always treated like family.

It was why Jin took it upon himself to slowly take on more tasks for the business. It began from supply inventories to accounting…pretty soon, he was helping plan out the seasonal menu. There was nothing in the restaurant’s daily operation that Jin didn’t have a hand in.

Eventually, he and his siblings were able to convince their dad to retire and enjoy the fruits of his labor. He had been working non-stop since he was a teenager. He deserved to rest.

//End flashback

******

“Hello?”

“So—when you make your kalguksu, do you wash your noodles or just throw them into the pot?”

YN sighed into her car’s bluetooth receiver. She had just picked up her oldest, Joobin from elementary school and was en route to picking up her youngest, Jooni from preschool. “Well…it’s a matter of preference, really. Do you want a thicker or clear broth?”

“Good point. So anyway! That’s not really why I called.”

YN laughed out loud.

“There’s no good way to broach this topic but—holy shit, fertility treatments are no joke,” he blurts out.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oppa, you are on my bluetooth speaker and I just picked up Joobin.”

Joobin giggled from the backseat. “Uncle Jin said ‘shit.’”

“Ah, sorry, Joobinie! Don’t repeat that. Uncle is bad!”

YN groans in response. “Okay, let’s watch our language, please?”

“Right, sorry about that,” Jin apologizes. “Anyway…back to what I was saying. I know it’s the extra hormones from the shots but,” he sighs audibly, “I feel like I'm getting hit from all directions! It’s a rollercoaster of emotions.”

She shrugged her shoulders as she turned right on an intersection. “Just think, oppa—when she’s actually pregnant, it’s going to be ten times worse.”

��I knew this process was going to be long and difficult and truth be told, I thought I’d approach it differently by keeping it light to help us get through it, because…why wouldn’t I want to have sex with my wife?”

She cringed. “Gaaahh! Oppa! Language, please!”

“Ah, shit,” he says again on the other line while Joobin laughs.

“That’s it! I’m switching this conversation to my headset,” YN says, fishing out her earpiece from the center console and transferring the audio output.

“Okay, now you can speak freely,” she rolled her eyes.

He sighed. “I’m sorry…I just,” he hesitates for a bit, “I just don’t know anybody else who's gone through the same process. The struggles of–trying for a kid…the physical and emotional toll…” he trails off.

YN softens her tone. “What’s wrong? Are you and Yoojung having problems?”

“No,” he says tentatively. “Not in that way. She’s putting in a lot of energy into this whole thing and I can see it consuming her. I’m worried.”

She hummed sympathetically. “Have you sat down and talked about it? What if you skip a cycle and wait for her hormones to normalize a bit? Maybe things might not be as tense,” she recommends.

He sighed into the phone. “I could suggest that but I don’t know how she’ll take it. She seems to really, really want this baby.”

“Do you want the same thing as she does? I mean, to have a kid?” She asked.

“I do,” he answered instantaneously. “But…”

“But what?”

He catches a glimpse of their wedding portrait propped on one side of his desk. “I just don’t want her to feel as if she’s obligated to do this. I want a kid, of course…but if it’s not in the cards for us, I still want us to be happy. I want her to be happy,” he sighed. “I think that she thinks this might be a make-or-break moment for our marriage—to…fuuuck me,” He drags out while he knits his brows in confusion.

She choked out a laugh on the other line. “Say that again?“

“No-no, YN. It’s-it’s dad,” he stammers as he watches his dad walk through the kitchen from the back office’s window.

“What? What happened to dad?”

“He just walked in through the kitchen—shit, I gotta go, YN.”

“Okay, okay. Call me back later. Love you!”

“Yep, love you, bye.“

He rushed out of his office and back into the kitchen. “D-dad? Wh-what are you doing here? Mom said you weren’t feeling well last night—“

He waved him off. “Ah, that was nothing. I woke up feeling much better and got an idea. I stopped by the market and… look!” He exclaims as he holds up a bucketful of Manila clams. “What do you say? Bajirak kalguksu?”

******

His efforts to drive him away from the restaurant so he could rest at home were futile.

Even after calling his mom, she told Jin to just let him be.

His dad ended up spending the whole afternoon there, even helping out through lunch and dinner service and rewarding all employees with a delicious pot of kalguksu.

Jin and his dad slurp loudly at their respective bowls of soup. As they set them back down on the table, they both let out a sigh of appreciation then burp almost in unison. After which, they make eye contact for a brief moment..before falling into absolute stitches seconds later.

Their staff had already gone home for the night so they were enjoying a bit of quiet time before Jin did his nightly walkthrough.

“That was great, dad. As always,” he says as he picks up his bottle of beer and taps it against his dad’s.

After he takes a long drag of it, he remarks, “I wish I could make it like you do,” Jin says quietly.

“You make it just fine, son,” he says to him before he takes a gulp of his beer.

“It’s just not the same. There’s–I don’t know…always something missing.”

“You make it your own way–and I think it tastes great.”

Jin chuckles. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Son, you should do things your way, not how I do them. I mean–” he spreads his arms out, gesturing around the restaurant. “Look at this place–it’s like a well-oiled machine! I couldn’t have left it in more capable hands.”

Jin sighs. “I just learned to do things like you showed me, dad.”

“Well…there’s pros and cons to that, Seokjinie. One, I’m flattered that you think I’ve taught you well. But two–you can always choose to go a different path. Hell–look at Namjoon-ah and YN-ah. They’re off doing their own thing…that was their choice, I respect that. Taehyung-ah…” he sighs, “I’m not gonna lie, I worry about that boy. But,” he shrugged his shoulders, “He’s trying to find his own way. I get it–he looks up to his hyungs and his noona. He’ll figure things out soon enough.”

Jin narrows his eyes at him. “Why are you getting all sentimental, dad? Is it the beer? Are you a lightweight now because you haven’t had a drop in a while,” he jokes.

Jin’s dad laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Maybe,” he sighed. “I just want to make sure that you’re all settled, you know? And by that I mean–happy with the choices you’ve made. And if you aren’t–you need to do something about it sooner rather than later.”

“Are you happy with the choices you’ve made, dad?”

“Of course!” He says proudly after swallowing another gulp of beer. “I’ll admit, there were difficult times…especially when your mother worked a lot. But all those choices I made–I stood by them. They all worked out eventually.” He then turns to his son. “We raised all four of you after all,” he said with a smile. “I think you all turned out alright?”

Jin chuckled, fidgeting with the label on his bottle.

“But…like I said–if you’re unhappy now, don’t wait until resentment sets in. Life’s too short for that.”

******

After Jin watches his dad drive off, he proceeds to close out the register and records the day’s total sales. By the time he was done, he got home close to 11PM. He hangs his keys by the front door and toes his shoes off, setting them in the hallway closet.

He pads over to the kitchen and retrieves a bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard. He sets the glass down and proceeds to pour himself a generous serving. He swirls it around and takes a sip. He sighs at the combination of cool, sweet, acidity hitting his palette.

It was already shaping up to be a long day–slightly made more complicated by his dad’s unexpected visit. But it was over now, at least. He contemplated dinner. Yoojung had texted him earlier that she had put away a plate for him–which he saw in the fridge when he retrieved the wine.

He rubbed his eyes–sleep quickly taking over the moment he walked through his front door. That plate would just have to be breakfast for tomorrow…or he could pack it for lunch. He didn’t have time to decide on that now.

He picks up the wine glass and tilts his head back to polish it off before rinsing it and setting it on the dish rack to try.

He drags his feet up the steps when suddenly, he hears his wife curse loudly, then quickly followed by something hitting the floor.

He rushes the last few steps to check on her, finding her in their bathroom.

“Damn it! Damn it,” she says as slams her fist on the sink.

“Love, are you okay? I heard something crash–” he looks down on the floor and sees some cotton swabs and rounds scattered on the floor, along with whatever remnants of the containers that originally held them.

She looks up at him, beneath tear-soaked lashes.

“Are you hurt?” He rushes over to check on her hands.

“No, no. I’m–I’m not hurt,” she whimpers. “Then what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She sighed deeply. “I…did a pregnancy test. I just thought–” she paused for a beat, “I had a feeling. I…I felt different so I thought I’d check and…” Her lips narrow into a thin line, trying to bite back the rest of her sobs.

He enveloped her in a warm embrace, and she melted right into him. “Hey…it’s okay, love,” he says. He rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.

“I’m so sorry, yeobo,” she cried softly. “I’m really, really sorry.”

“Huh? For what?”

“For being such a failure,” she said sadly.

At the sound of that, he pulls her away from his chest to look at her. “Yoojung, why would you say that?”

“Because–I can’t give you a baby,” she says before another wave of sobs escape her lips.

Jin sighed. “You know, when we took that step to try fertility treatments, we came to that decision together. Any setback or doubts that either of us had or felt, we agreed to talk through it together.”

He kept his eyes at her, staring intensely. “Lately, I feel like you’re doing way more than what I thought we had initially talked about with the doctor. Constantly checking your body temperature, changing your diet, setting timers…I can’t imagine what this is doing to you but I just know that it worries me…seeing you like this.”

“Jin, the doctor said, there’s no shame in being a bit proactive to speed up the process. I know that we could be looking at a long road and that it’s different for every couple–”

“Precisely! It’s different for every couple,” he repeats. “I was there, too, when he gave us the whole spiel. But I see the process completely overwhelming you. At first I thought it was just the hormones but…now, I don’t know. Talk to me, love,” he pleads with her. “I want to know what you’re feeling. I want to be in this with you, too.”

She tried to fight that sinking feeling within her. That feeling of desperation and helplessness. Yes, it was the extra hormones but that wasn’t entirely true. She sniffled. “I just want us to have a baby, Jin. I feel…I feel so incomplete…and unworthy–”

“I’m going to stop you right there! It breaks my heart that you would think of yourself like that,” he cuts her off abruptly.

“I can’t help it,” she whined. “Ever since you asked me out–I felt like I always had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. All these years, I’ve had to–endure all of these…these judgy looks from all of these girls and women who were more deserving of your attention.”

“Yoojung–”

She shook her head. “Honestly–I was doing fine. I thought that I finally got over all that after you asked me to marry you. But now?” she chuckled bitterly, “We’ve been married for over three years–and still–” she sucked in a breath, “I feel like such a fraud.” She reaches over to grab a couple of tissues to clean up the broken pieces of acrylic and pick up the rest of the mess that she made during her sudden emotional outburst.

Despite Jin’s repeated reassurances, Yoojung still felt as if having a child would complete their family…and complete her, in a way.

They lived in a small town–where virtually everyone knew each other. And they can only field so many of those ‘When are you having kids’ questions. It was getting exhausting.

Jin bends down to help his wife pick up the pieces off the bathroom floor. They did so quietly until they were satisfied that they had picked up every fragment.

Yoojung gets under the covers and Jin follows her back to the bedroom and sits next to her.

“Hey–” he cupped her face in his hands. “It’s still early. We still have over a week left in this cycle so…we can still keep trying.” He tries to console her.

“And…if it doesn’t work, maybe…now hear me out on this…maybe we should consider skipping the next cycle? We can regroup, give your body some time to rest. What do you think?” He asked softly, rubbing her arms for comfort.

Her shoulders sagged at the sound of that. She didn’t want to lose the momentum they had. “I don’t know, Jin.”

“Have I ever forced you to do anything that you didn’t want to?”

“No,” she says quietly.

“And–have you ever felt pressured by any of my family members–at all–to have children?”

She shook her head.

“Then why? Why would you want to torture yourself like this? To prove to me that you’re worthy?”

“But–married couples have babies, Jin! And–w-what about your family name? Wouldn’t you want to leave a legacy?”

He laughed. “Yoojung, I have two more brothers–I’m pretty sure, they’ll be able to pick up the slack in that aspect.”

“I know but…Jin, you’re the oldest, you’re–”

“Yeobo.” He places his hands on her shoulders to calm her down, face turning more serious this time. “What is this really about? Did the doctor say anything to you that you’re not telling me? Do we have a deeper problem?”

She shook her head. The fertility specialist hadn’t said anything different from when they first sat down with them and discussed options, risks, and possible and highly likely moments of heartbreak during this whole process. Yoojung figured that if she focused more on the positive aspects, that the pitfalls wouldn’t matter so much–and that the outcome would be different and work in their favor.

So far, it hasn’t.

It’s only been a few months into their journey but she has been feeling more stressed and anxious than ever. She was over 30 now and fearful that her prospects of conceiving were lowering so time was of the essence. Although Jin has been supportive, the bottom line was that he didn’t understand how a woman’s body worked…or the concept of a biological clock in terms of reproduction.

She looked at him, tears pooling in her eyes. “I just want to make you happy, Jin,” she says in earnest.

He lets out an ill-timed chuckle. Yoojung finally lets out that sob that she’s been holding in. “Hello? I’m crying here??” She says angrily.

“I’m sorry, love–I just had to laugh at what you just said.”

She scrunched her face in confusion and annoyance. ”What? That I want to make you happy,” she whimpers.

Jin reaches out to cup her face in his hands, swiping at her tears with his thumbs. “Yoojung–when have I ever said that I wasn’t happy?” She was silent. She didn’t have a good answer for him.

“See? You can’t even answer that,” he says softly. “Whatever or whoever gave you that idea?”

It was her imposter syndrome kicking back into gear. Yes, she got over it after they were married and it was blissful. She was finally feeling secure and confident in her relationship with Jin. They basked in newlywed bliss for a year.

And then one year turned into two, two rolled into three.

Suddenly, living in the hometown where they were born, raised, and worked in was not all it was cut up to be.

When are we going to see mini-Seokjinies running around, Yoojung?

Seokjin-ah, when are you going to pass on your worldwide handsome genes?

How long have you both been married? And still?

Are you two having problems?

It comforted Jin knowing that his wife and sister had a close bond. YN offered an ear for when Yoojung had bad days and needed a confidante. She had her own friends but at least YN understood her. She didn’t judge but she didn’t patronize her either.

“Love, I don’t know where this is all coming from–and for now, I’ll just blame the excess hormones in you. But listen to me…you don’t have to prove anything to me. In fact, you don’t have to prove anything to anybody! I fell in love with you because…you’re you. And I know that doesn’t seem like a believable statement but you’re just going to have to trust me. I want you just the way you are and I would never, ever ask you to change yourself. If you want to do that because you’re doing it for yourself and because that’s what makes you happy? Then fine–I’ll take it, but don’t ever do it on my account.”

He gazed at her more fiercely this time. He was fully aware of her insecurities–and he never threw it in her face. He acknowledged them and he would listen and tirelessly reassure her whenever she opened up about them.

“Don’t you want somebody more…I don’t know…who can give you a family?” She asked lowly.

“I already have a family. I have you,” he wiped a tear away again. “Nobody takes care of me like you do. Nobody else loves me like you do. That’s why I’m with you. You love me unconditionally. How can I ask for more from you when you’ve already given me everything?”

Any woman would melt at the sound of that. How can you not?

“Whatever other people say, whatever this world tells you…you’re the best to me just the way you are. I love you, Yoojung.”

“I love you, Seokjinie,” she smiles at him. He pulls her face closer to his and kisses her. Soon enough, her hands rake through his hair, pulling at the strands. He groans and deepens the kiss.

He groans as he pulls away and knits his eyebrows in curiosity. “Mrs. Kim–do you want a repeat of this morning’s…entanglement?”

She smiled playfully. “Let me remind you that my hormones are still on overdrive.” She closed in on him, pushing on his chest so his back hits their mattress. He gasps at her sudden aggression but he was all too happy to let her take control.

“And right now, they’re telling me to take care of my husband.” She turned her attention to his lower half. She did take care of him in all aspects. And he had zero complaints there.

She unbuckled his belt. “You’ve worked very hard today, Mr. Kim.” Then unzipped his pants. “So why don’t you lay back,” He moans softly when she pulls him out. “And watch me work on you.” She flashed a sly grin before she dipped her head, wrapping her lips around his cock.

He squeezed his eyes shut, surrendering. His fingers tugged at her hair at the feel of her warm, velvety mouth.

She watched his lips part in a sharply indrawn breath.

“Yoojung…” His hooded gaze heated as he watched her hollow her cheeks, bobbing up and down his length. “Hmm, yes. Just like that, love.”

His praises spurred her on. She took him as deep as she could. He let out a deep groan once he felt the tip of his cock hit the soft cushion in the back of her throat.

Just as he felt himself tipping over the edge, he is jolted by the sound of his phone ringing.

He tries to reach out for it. Vaguely remembering that he tossed it somewhere on top of the covers when he sat on the bed, trying to comfort his wife.

He feels Yoojung pull away from him.

“Love, don’t worry, about it,” he almost whines, wanting her mouth to stay in place. “Probably just the chef forgetting about–”

“It’s your mom,” she says as she hands it to him.

He rolled his eyes and answered before the call went to voicemail.

“Ma, what–”

“Seokjin! Seokjin, you have to come quick! It’s your dad,” she says in a panicked state. “He just…he just collapsed and I can’t wake him up,” she sobbed hysterically on the other line.

Jin immediately sits up and scrambles to get himself decent. “Don’t wait until I get there. Just call an ambulance and I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

******

“Wait but—I thought that the drop in weight was from diabetes or…or a thyroid issue?”

The doctor glances at Jin’s mother, Lina, who was seated right by his father’s side, whimpering. He had been injected with sedatives but was stable.

“Dr. Park…please…We’ve known each other for, what? Decades! You and Taehyung have grown up together. You’re family. Just level with me—what is going on with my dad?” Jin’s eyes were pleading. He’d been kept in the dark and he could feel it.

He knew his father had been sick and was told that it just came with age and that he just needed to be on a strict regimen. He had no idea how serious it was.

He lived about 20 minutes away from his parents but made it a point to call or check in every couple days since the restaurant had taken up a lot of his time.

Every time he saw his parents, they always seemed to be in good spirits. His dad spent a lot of time in the garage tinkering with his 1972 Ford Gran Torino, since he finally had the time to do so.

He sounded incredibly happy. His wife was semi-retired from acting, only taking minor roles so she wouldn’t be away from him for too long. They were enjoying being together—as if making up for lost time.

The doctor glances at Lina once more but Jin tilts his head to block his line of sight.

“Jimin-ah! Tell me what is happening with my father?” Jin says more forcefully this time. If he wasn’t going to respond to formalities, he thought a more ‘personal’ approach would compel him.

“It’s alright, Jiminie,” Jin’s mother says softly. “We’ve taken this far enough,” she sniffled.

Jimin looks his hyung in the eyes with trepidation. He wished that he didn’t have to deliver this news but on the other hand, he wouldn’t dare have a nurse or resident do it for him. Not with this family.

He blew out a shallow breath and squared his shoulders. “Hyung…abeonim’s organs are shutting down,” he says gravely. “His body is no longer responding to treatments.”

Jin starts reeling from the information. Dreading the rest of the prognosis.

“What treatments? I thought you said that he just needed some pills and exercise and rest—I don’t…” Jin trails off. His head whips around to look back at his father, laying on the hospital bed. His body, laid up against the white sheets in this equally white room made him look more emaciated than usual.

“At this point, we just need to make sure he’s comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” Jin repeats incredulously. “We just made clam kalguksu this evening! We had some beers—” He rakes his fingers through his hair as he is in complete disbelief.

“H-how the fuck does he go from that to this,” he points aggressively towards the bed.

“Sometimes,” Jimin says calmly, “Patients will experience what we call a ‘surge’. One day, they’re good, the next…”

“Thank you, Jiminie,” Jin’s mom says walking up to both young men, rubbing her son’s back gently.

Jin turns away from them wordlessly while Jimin carries on a conversation with his mom. His mouth goes dry while he attempts to internally grapple with all of the information that he just heard. He meandered across the room until he reached the foot of his father’s bed.

He was covered in a warm blanket, looking like he typically did when he napped on the couch at home or in the back office at the restaurant. Jin reaches out to rest his hand on his father’s foot, squeezing it gently. It flinched a little from the contact, remembering that he was incredibly ticklish.

He was still here, he thought.

From a distance, Jin hears Jimin tell his mom that a nurse and hospital social worker will come by soon to go over paperwork for hospice care.

Hospice?

Hospice.

It was as if his whole childhood flashed before his eyes like a movie–slowing down at the scene from this afternoon–when he was in the kitchen, bouncing around and laughing boisterously with the staff. How could this same man be upright one moment then suddenly declared terminal mere hours later?

“Jin.”

He slowly turned his head at his mom, who was standing next to him now. He had been completely unaware that a tear had pushed its way through, sliding down his cheek.

She felt a pang of guilt within her. She reaches up and gingerly wipes it away with her thumb. “You should call your brothers and sister.”

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