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the-boy-meets-evil · 2 days

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maybe something sweet and fluffy with woozi. trying to stay late to surprise him with dinner or something but he finds you asleep on the couch. he's been stressed and working more than usual (insane behavior) and you just wanna help him relax and take the weight off his shoulders

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader genre: est. relationship | fluff, maybe the tiniest bit suggestive rating: e for everyone (but this blog is still 18+) word count: 1440 warnings: mentions of food but nothing else

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You’ve loved Jihoon for a long time. As a friend first and then slowly as something much more. When you first met him, you thought he was hard to read. Difficult to ever really know. As you spent more time around him, that idea morphed into something else as well. He’s not the kind of person to be vocal about what he’s thinking or feeling. If you’re waiting for him to tell you how he feels, then you’re going to be waiting for a while. Unless you know where to look.

That’s probably why it took you time to realize all the ways he was telling you that you were more than a friend to him. Over time, he started inviting you just to be around him when he was working on projects at home. Or inviting you over to do your own work at his place while he did chores around the house. Slowly, you realized that he always had your favorite snacks in the cupboards and favorite drinks in the fridge. Occasionally you would even mention needing something in passing and it would show up delivered to your house a day or two later. Never with a note, but always with the understanding that it was Jihoon taking care of it. Taking care of you. You realized that your heart shifted to caring about him as more than a friend before your brain even caught up. It was like he had been showing you all along that you could depend on him.

Jihoon isn’t always one to say what he’s feeling, but he likes to hear it from you. It’s cute to watch his face light up when you tell him how much he means to you or why you think about him throughout the day. He’s easy, though, because he’s just as happy to have you around. Sometimes you don’t say anything at all, just curl up on the couch to watch a favorite show. Those are some of your favorites because you know how much space he’s made for you in his home. You know how important that space is to him so that he can recharge. But, he accepts you like you always belonged there with him.

Lately, work has been a little overwhelming for him. Maybe not overwhelming as much as busy. You know how much he likes to be busy and would prefer that to work being too slow. It’s also clear how much he likes to solve a problem and be the one to find that elusive solution. So, this project has been challenging, often resulting in him staying late, and you know he wouldn’t change it. Even on the nights where he doesn’t get home until it’s nearly time for bed.

Tonight, you’re trying to do something a little bit nice for him. It’s been days on end, even some weekends, of him busting his ass on this project. And you don’t understand the words he’s using. Haven’t ever really been tech savvy enough to get programming. What you do know, though, is that he’s been surviving on too much caffeine and food delivery. Sometimes he does listen and order from healthier places. Sometimes it’s all he can do to remember to eat at all, so it’s whatever can get to him fastest. But, he seemed pretty confident that he would be out of work at a decent time tonight. You decide to use your key to his place and let yourself in to surprise him with a great home-cooked meal.

For someone that doesn’t really like cooking that much, Jihoon has a pretty well-stocked kitchen. Although, knowing how considerate he is, that’s probably mostly because you liked to cook at his place and complained about all the things he didn’t have. All you need to do is show up with your ingredients. You decide on a menu of comforting foods that also can either keep warm on the stove or be easily warmed up without losing flavor.

You figure that you should let him know that you’re going to be there when he gets home so it doesn’t surprise him. The food can be the surprise even if he knows you’re there waiting for him. He seems excited to see you when you text him. When the food is all ready, you figure that you can have a glass of wine while you wait.

Jihoon: i’m so sorry, this is taking longer than i thought to wrap up

You: that’s fine, take your time

It’s not uncommon for Jihoon to send a text like that when he’s in the middle of a project. He hates it and you know he does. But, you also assure him that it’s fine. You didn’t have any actual plans and he doesn’t need to rush through work on your account.

While you’re waiting, you decide on a little taste test of the food you made, careful not to make it too obvious that you’ve had some. Not that he would care, you just want the presentation to be nice for Jihoon. With some good food and a glass of wine down, you’re a little sleepy. Cooking can do that to you. There’s no harm, you figure, in getting comfortable on the couch while you wait and putting on some background noise.

You don’t even realize that you drift off until you feel someone’s arms sliding underneath you. Your eyes flitter open and land on Jihoon. He’s got his shaggy hair pulled back into an elastic with strands falling out from the length of the day. His face is soft with nothing more than complete love and adoration. It’s so clear that he doesn’t want to disturb you and that makes your heart constrict further. This man has been working for who knows how many hours and he’s still taking care of you.

“I’m awake, babe,” you say through a slightly groggy voice.

“Sorry, was trying not to wake you up,” he says and pulls his arms back.

You catch one of his hands to pull him back in for a quick kiss. “I’m glad I woke up.”

“The place smells really good,” he comments.

“Yeah, I made dinner,” you say.

His face brightens for a moment and it makes you nearly melt. “I would’ve left sooner if I’d known.”

“It’s a surprise, you goober,” you say with a smile. You pull yourself into a sitting position.

“Hey, it’s fine, I can get a plate,” he says.

“No, no. You go have a nice shower and by the time you’re out, I’ll have it all ready,” you say and get to your feet.

“You don’t have to…” he starts and you press another kiss to his lips before turning him in the direction of the bathroom.

“Go,” you say.

It takes a minute to shake off the cobwebs from your unexpected nap. By the time you’re in the kitchen and warming everything back up, you can hear the water running in the bathroom and the music audible even over the sound of the shower. It sounds like one of his more upbeat playlists, which is a good thing. Even if he doesn’t say much, you can always tell his mood by what playlist he puts on. Tonight, it seems like he’s in a good mood despite the long day at work. Part of you hopes that you surprising him adds to the good mood.

The water shuts off, leaving only the playlist as your background and you know you still have a little bit of time before he emerges. So, it’ll be perfect timing as nearly everything is ready again. You’re putting a plate together when he emerges from his bedroom in gym shorts and a t-shirt, wet hair still falling around his face. The smile on your face is instant.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re just beautiful,” you say, smile still bright.

“I must look exhausted,” he brushes off.

“Still beautiful,” you insist and delight in the way blush creeps up his neck. To save him from saying anything, you hand over a plate.

“Can’t believe you did this,” he mumbles softly.

“I thought you deserved a treat,” you say as you grab your own plate.

“Just having you here is a treat,” he says, unusually sappy with you.

“So you don’t want the rest of the post-dinner treats I planned?” you ask innocently.

“Didn’t say that,” he says, locking eyes with you.

“How early do you have to be in tomorrow?” you ask.

“I have the day off,” he says.

“Don’t get too full, then. I’ve got plenty of surprises for you,” you say.

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bethelighthalazia · 12 hours

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"Cry for me, little mouse"

Summary: Somehow, you ended up in the hands of the one psycho who always slips through the grid. Though, it seems like he doesn't operate on his own.

Genre: angst, horror (?)

Pairing: psychopath!Yeosang x fem!reader

Additional Characters: Wooyoung

Word Count: 1203

Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of burying bodies, mention of murder, torture, mentions of mutilation, implication of reader being drugged, kidnapping

networks: @newworldnet

notes: just a lil drabble when I couldn't sleep that turned into a oneshot :3 not proofread/beta´d

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You could see the perfectly chiseled contour of his face, only lit by a soft lightsource as he's pulling back the arrow in his bow. His chest moving calmly, his bicep tense while he focuses on the target. Quiet, pleading whimpers echo through the room, yet the man in front of you doesn't seem bothered at all. With another exhale, he let go of the arrow, the bowstring caressing his cheek as he sent the arrow flying. With a quiet crack, splat and a thump, the arrowhead pierced through the obstacle before sticking in the target itself. Then, silence, only disturbed by the slow sounds of liquid dripping onto the wooden floor.

Your eyes wide when you stared at the girl whose head got pierced right now, the arrow had hit exactly between the eyes, the blindfold ripped and fallen to the ground. “Ah, silence. Finally." He hummed softly, as if nothing had happened. At the sight in front of you, you just couldn't hold back the frightened sob that escapes your throat, causing the man to tilt his head and look at you. “And here I thought you would have learned, little mouse.”

His voice sounded bored, almost a little disappointed when his full attention turned towards you, ignoring the other man in the shadows entirely, who had just moved. “You know, Yeosang, how about you keep a girl for more than a day? The one you just - discarded - was actually quite pretty.” The other said, playing with one of the first ones, Yeosang's, arrows. “Why doesn't it surprise me that you prefer the pretty ones who don't shut up, Wooyoung?” Yeosang asked in a rather monotonous voice, his eyes never leaving you though.

When he took slow steps towards you, you tried to move, to scramble away, but your body just didn't listen to you. There was no rope, no chains holding you, so why couldn't you flee? Then you saw it; a syringe laying on the small table, right besides a long hunting knife and some spare arrows. “Don't try to flee, little mouse. The last girl who tried didn't get far.” Yeosang's voice didn't change at all, still calm and low, a smirk on his face as his cold hand grabbed your chin to turn your head towards the door. The floor was clean, a beautiful oaken wood, but when you let your eyes wander, you gasped.

A dark stain, you honestly hoped it was just red wine that had been spilled, yet, considering the man who owns his place, it probably was no beverage that had been spilled there. “Yah, don't you dare to do that again, Yeosang. I bet there's still some bits of brain in the grooves of the flooring. You know how hard it was to scrub that wooden floor?” Wooyoung scoffs, stepping out into the light as well now and you were able to see the other one's face. Not less handsome than Yeosang, yet in a different way, he looks very familiar.

He was the one who had approached you on the street and asked for directions. You knew something was weird, his English was too clean and he had an accent, of course he was no tourist. Your eyes lingered on the second male for too long as it seemed, because Yeosang forced your head towards him again, his grip on your chin tightened. “Wh- what do you-” “Want? Don't worry little mouse, I don't want much. And as long as you do as you're told, you won't end up like that loud one over there.” Yeosang chuckled, his angelic face turned into a slight grimace as he did. He always had been different, always had an excellent taste. His women have always been beautiful, his food and beverages expensive and his weapons deadly. This time however, Wooyoung brought him someone different. Imperfect and a local.

“You know, usually I would just get rid of you, little mouse. I don't like loud girls, I love when they're quiet, when they don't get on my damn nerves with their annoying voices. But Woo just had to pick you. What am I supposed to do with you? Your hair is disheveled, your eyes are too fearful and you are too short. How could I show you around as my girl, hm?” The whole time he spoke, Yeosang let go of your chin, your head dropping against your chest and tears running down your face. He had grabbed the knife off the table, crouched down in front of you again and you could feel the cold steel against your neck as he used the blade to lift your head up again slightly. Without looking away, Yeosang spoke again, his voice now laced with a hint of excitement. “When a human’s tongue is removed, they can't properly talk anymore,did you know that? But then you still could make annoying noises. How about we dissolve your vocal chords, hm? Wooyoung, do we still have the acid here that we used the last time?”

“Yeosang…c'mon man. Tone it down a little will you? I don't want to dig another hole again so soon.” Wooyoung whined, stepping closer now to place a hand on his friend's shoulder to pull him away from you for now. Using this little distraction, you wiggled your fingers, noticing that whatever they injected you has worn off mostly already. You could try to flee, or you could try to snatch the knife and fight. Although, maybe your body might not be fully back in your control. Anything would be better than to sit here and have your tongue or vocal cords removed. Your eyes on the knife in Yeosang´s hand, you decided to fight, after all, you had taken taekwondo classes when you were younger. When the feeling in your legs returned fully, you quickly moved your body forwards, your hand reaching for the knife as you pushed the man against Wooyoung and snatch the knife away.

Holding the handle of the knife tightly, you pointed it towards the two men now, eyes wide and your breath going fast. How long were you out because of what they had injected you with? You didn't know. The expression on Yeosang´s face didn´t ease your mind at all, why wasn't he scared or confused? No, he just had a slightly annoyed, yet curious smirk on his face, taking some steps closer to you, Wooyoung´s hand wrapping around the older one´s upper arm. “Yeo, wait. don´t do something stupid-” He hissed, but Yeosang only shrugged him off, eyes fully focused on you, not giving any thought to the knife in your hand. “You are holding it wrong, little mouse. You´re not only stupid, but also quite courageous. Maybe I actually do keep you. It's rather boring here, I always wanted to have an adorable toy, you know?” He hummed with his low and somewhat soothing voice. What surprised you was the quick movement that followed, his hand grabbing the knife off yours without giving you any time to react at all and one swift motion later, you felt the cold steel dive into the flesh of your thigh. “And now, cry for me, my little mouse.”

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 days

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lil joel x reader drabble

sexual tension and some nudity. we all know what's coming next.

Okay but what if you don't really know Jackson!Joel, you just nod at him whenever you pass him by in the street (because that's what you do in Jackson), and you know nothing about him except what everybody knows: he walked all the way there with the girl, he's lethal, he's Tommy's brother, he's fucking dangerous, but when he looks at Ellie he smiles, and when she reads him puns from that book of hers he laughs, and it's the sound of someone who has longed to laugh for many, many years.

So one day he delivers something to your door. I don't really know what, maybe soup or something, and when you accept it, your fingers touch, and you lose your grip for a moment, and you spill it all over his plaid and jeans.

"Shit, oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking clumsy!"

"Don't worry about it, no harm done."

"Dammit, it's all over your clothes!"

"It's okay."

"I'm really sorry!"

And somehow he ended up inside your house, carrying the pot or whatever to the kitchen, where he puts it down, before assessing the damage. He takes off the plaid, and the t-shirt underneath is fine.

"Gimme that, I'll clean it for you."

"You really don't have to."

"I want to," you stress. "It was my fault. Come on, jeans too."

He has already handed you the plaid, but now he's shaking his head.

"Joel, I insist. Go home, get changed, bring me back the jeans."

"I only have this one pair."

"All the more reason for me to clean them!" you point out as you turn your back and go to the sink, turning on the water and putting down the plaid. "Come on now, you think I haven't seen a guy in his undies before?"

You try to make your voice light, but you know you failed. It has been a long time since you last saw a man in his undies, and a man like Joel Miller...

You hear him taking off his boots, then the rustle of his jeans, finally the belt buckle hitting the floor with a low thunk. When you turn around to accept the pants, you stop still.

Except for the t-shirt and socks, he's naked. The hem of the shirt just about covers the little round of his belly, and you can very plainly see the dark hair running down between his legs, where his cock and balls hang snugly against the mass of hair.

You gulp, and realize that you have stared at his crotch for longer than is considered polite. When you meet his gaze, you see that he is teasing you. He's not even holding the jeans in front of his crotch, oh no, his hand is resting comfortably at his side.

"You do realize that I can't go out like this?" he asks you in a low voice that makes the hairs at the nape of your neck stand up. You nod, stupefied.

"And that I'll have to wait here until my pants are dry?"

You nod again. He takes a couple of steps towards you, and hands you the jeans. You accept them, hand trembling slightly, and turn around quickly to shove the jeans into the sink, along with the plaid. You look for the soap, the drain stopper, and splash water on the floor.

"You need any help?"

Joel is suddenly right behind you, startling you as one of his hands come to rest on your waist.

"I'm good," you manage.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'll just let these soak..."

You turn off the water, and take a deep breath. Okay, here goes.

Slowly, you turn around, your hip grazing his cock that doesn't seem to limp anymore. Joel takes a step closer, trapping you between himself and the sink.

"They gotta soak for a while," you tell him quietly, before clearing your throat. "For quite a while, in fact."

He smirks, and leans in to press his lips against yours.

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heademptie · 3 days

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Scrapes and Bruises

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFAE III (2023) DRABBLE HANDLER! READER, UNDECIDED/READER:

cw: mentions of death, hospitals. mild depictions of violence (one punch is thrown) mentions of mental illness (PTSD). [I don't know if there other warnings I should add]

a/n: the writing is incosistent because the idea got away from me a bit. unedited ramblings. there are definatly military and medical inacuraces, and if i make this a proper fic/fic series there will be more. im leaning towards making this a price x reader fic because he's my recent brainrot. the title is also subject to change.

Handler! Reader who used to work in the field until they suffered an injury that made active field work too difficult, instead taking up a desk job, occasionally training recruits in the basics. Handler! Reader works hard, doing the rare, simple job out in the field, and eventually gets promoted to a handler position. A contact for soldiers doing confidential, dangerous work. Reader is good at their job, their innate healthy (not so healthy) amount of paranoia serves to keep themselves and their charges safe. Theres been close calls, and severe injuries (one charge lost an limb, another's lungs will never recover, and of course the PTSD almost all have), but only three have died in their eight years (almost nine) as a handler. Some cases lasted a few months, others years.

It’s after a four year long case, a pair of soldiers are finally able to go home, they wear new scars and their bodys have new aches. The paperwork is all done, the soldiers have been checked over and given well deserved time off and counselling. Reader gets them settled, hands them off to the person who helps them readjust to society, offers (like every time) for them to call if they need. But like every time, they nod to be polite and don’t take Reader up, wanting to cut ties from the time spent isolated.

Reader gets a call then, asking them to be the handler for a new soldier, one who hasn’t done this type of work before. The isolation that rots away at soldiers' minds. So they agree, they’ve always been the best at handling the newbies. A file is sent over in an email, the soldiers information inside, along with a brief explanation of circumstances. A K.I.A case, these ones needed to be handled carefully.

Handler!Reader arrives at a military hospital, always hating being here, always being the bad guy here, and the place is in a bit of a flurry. They’re dressed in fatigues, blending in to the soldiers and medics around. It's easy to spot the team they’ll have to pry a comrade from, be the bringer of grief and mourning, and it kills a bit of them too. They wait off to the side, speaking with a nurse absently, actively avoiding looking at the team. They already look defeated, hollow and angry and, much to Readers juxtaposing relief and dread, hopeful. After a while, Reader makes their way past the team, escorted by a nurse through a set of doors separating dire patients from their concerned teams, friends, family.

They get to the Sargents room, Sargent MacTavish, he’s surrounded by doctors and nurses, all fluttering to keep him stable. It feels pervasive, it always does, to watch him be sewn together, hear the shriek beeps that monitor his heart, to watch him die. Except he’s not actually dying, not currently anyways, it's all a show, John MacTavish is currently unconscious in front of them, peacefully asleep as a play of chaos happens around him. Armed with a surgical mask and latex gloves, they slip into the chaos easily, grab their dead soldier's hand and squeeze it. A comfort more for them than him. Reader slips a note between his teeth and cheek, laminated to avoid damage before he can read it and uses a sharpie to mark the inside of his left bicep. A subtle way to let the morgue know not to autopsy.

They leave the room the same time as the rest of the medics, departing in a flurry of movement, they pass the team again as the doctor in charge approaches. She delivers the news with practised sympathy, giving them a beat before leading them to where Sargent MacTavish lay dead. If they check, his heart won’t be beating, his skin won’t be as warm, he’ll look dead, he’ll feel dead too.

(“Let them say goodbye.” “What?” “The only way I take this job, be a handler, is if they can say goodbye.” “It will put them in danger.” “Let the people they leave behind say goodbye.” “We can’t-” “The only way.” “Fine.”)

He’s cremated, they typically are, and his ashes are spread somewhere Reader hasn't been. Handler! Reader takes Johnny there. They wait for him to get his bearings, patient as he processes what he’s been told.

(“‘M no’ dead.” “Literally? No, of course not. Officially? Time of death eighteen, thriteen.” “An’ ma team?” “Alive and, well not well, but physically they’re relatively unharmed.” “Relatively?” “Scrapes and bruises, Sargent MacTavish. Just scrapes and bruises.” “I wa’ shot.” “Yes.” “In the’ head?” “Yes.” “Bu’ ‘m alive.” “Sargent-” “Johnny.” “Johnny, give me your hand please.” “Wha’ for?” “...There it is.” “Wha’?” “Your pulse, steady and strong. Exceptional for a dead man.” “...” “...” “Ya do this alo’?” “Job of the Ferryman, Johnny. Job of the Ferryman.”)

They watch from afar, safely hidden in tall grass looking through a sniper's scope. Reader purposefully ignores the shake in Johnny's shoulders, does not comment when his hand covers his mouth and a muffled, near silent, cry barely reaches their ears.

Handler! Reader has to pull him away, covering his mouth just in case he calls out to them, he doesn’t thankfully, he doesn’t fight as hard as others do, some part of him resigned to this new work.

(“They won’t want to go, they’ll fight you.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. It’s not the kindness you think it is.” “It can be.” “It can also be a torture.” “I know.” “No,” “Yes, sir, yes I do know. They will fight and kick and scream and beg. But there will be some, if only just one, who will be thankful. And the ones who don’t make it, because that's something I have to accept, that there will be casualties, no matter how good they are, how good I am. They will remember that they got to say goodbye. At the end of the day it’s just scrapes and bruises.” “Your hearts’ too big for this.” “Nah, I’ve lost just enough of it.”)

Handler!Reader gets him far enough away, safe for him to scream and grieve without an audience. That's where he hits them, a solid punch to the jaw and more yelling before he just collapses to his knees in the stony dirt. Little pebbles try to dig into the fabric and flesh over his knees, and Reader joins him, sits with their arms around their knees and looking out into the distance while Johnny composes himself. Their jaw aches and they only rub it slightly, curiously pressing on the forming bruise, a hum that sounds awfully like admiration taking Johnny's attention. It takes a half hour, forty-one minutes to be precise, for them to get moving. Johnny apologises on the way to the car.

(“‘M, ach, ‘m sorry fer…” “Nothing to apologise for, Johnny.” “No, really, ‘m sorry. Ye dinnae deserve,” “Scrapes and bruises, Johnny, it's just scrapes and bruises.”)

a/n: yeeaah, this is gonna be a proper fic eventually

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angllicjk · 2 days

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Best Friend!Jimin X Best Friend!(fem)Reader Ft Jungkook

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3K

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You realize that you’re never going to get the happy ending that you thought you deserved with the former love of your life. However, you soon find that perhaps the love you should have had from the start was beside you all along.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Angst, heartbreak(poor oc), unrequited feelings(jm & oc), pining(jm & oc), breakdown, lots of crying, lots of realizations, implied infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, implied sex, oc was a home wrecker for a bit lol, jk being an asshole, hurt, comfort & tiny tiny fluff.

A/N: Hiii Luvs <3 I wanted to write something kind of angsty this time lol. I rlly liked writing this & I MIGHT do a follow-up or a drabble, maybe even a one-shot on these two in the future. I just can’t leave my precious babies like this. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

In a single second, all it takes is the glimpse of a sparkling 5 carat round brilliant cut diamond secured upon her ring finger she shows off to the whole group to end your entire world. Everything around you becomes a blur and muffled into complete silence as your eyes zeroed in on the rock that seemed to mock you in the face with its beautiful glint of the soft yellow string lights overhead. You wanted to scream, cry, throw up, all of the above. A nauseating yet frustrating rage brewing up inside of you that took everything in you to withhold.

It definitely costed a fortune. She’s practically wearing the cost of a house you could never afford on your own.

He’d really do that for her?

Would he have ever proposed to you?

What about you!?

There’s a soft palm planting itself over your hand resting in your lap, tightening with a light stern of your name whispering at your side you barely take note of amongst the loud chatter around the table.

“Y/N.”

Oh. You already know and you don't need to be told or reminded to keep your cool but how could Jimin expect you to when the cause of such madness burning fiery flames in your eyes unfolds before you.

“We can leave now if you want. Seriously.”

“Too early isn’t it?.” You reply monotonously, eyes glued to the two happy figures standing on the other side of the round mahogany wood table in front of you and you haven’t so much as moved an inch like you're frozen solid in place.

“It’s not. Y/N, you don’t have to keep torturing yourself by being here. He hasn’t even come over and talked to you or even looked at you the whole night.” He says with a bitter rasp not angled towards you and a touch of worry as he wiggles your hand in your lap as a last resort to gain your attention.

You’ve completely lost it. He knows it. Jimin can see it in your lifeless orbs that glisten a tad. Same ones that were shining beautifully like stars in the night sky and crinkling with an equally pretty smile to accompany it just moments ago as you all reminisced about college days together.

It’s all gone now. Jimin doesn’t know if he’ll ever get to see it again, as heartbreaking as that is.

All because of that dumbass brat standing in front of him, so cozied up with his now fiancée. Jimin loved the guy like a brother he never had. Have always looked out for him and always stood by his side when he needed it. But Jimin had never felt so much rage and great disappointment for the boy like he does now. The feeling settled long ago when you came to him crying because of the fool and it made a home deep in the pit of his heart. It’s never going away now. Not when you’re like this. Not when he has to see you in such a way again. Not when he’s finally done it. Broken a part of you that should have never been played with in the first place.

Jungkook’s beautiful doe eyes meet yours for the first time tonight and you remember the tingling feeling you’d get in your gut. The quickening of your breath and uncontainable cheesy smiles you couldn’t hide because he always had your heart racing like that. Always had you at heart with every fiber of your entire being. You don’t even feel any of it. Not anymore. Especially not when he’s looking at you the way he does now. So pitiful and uncomfortable as if he’s the one in your position.

Those same dreadful eyes leave yours so fleetingly and back to the ones that sparkle up at him. Like he regretted even so much as sparing a glance your way. They gleam bright and he smiles so widely down at her, all toothy and showcasing just how happy he is. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you like that before.

“I can’t be here anymore. Please get me out of here.”

The words barely pushed past your clenched teeth and your hand had turned in Jimin’s hold, tightening around them with a vice grip, he let you. He wasted no time lifting you by your laced hands and getting you out of there, uncaring about your friends all around you. It didn’t matter anyways, no one had batted a single eye nor glanced your way at your sudden departure. Too busy congratulating the newly engaged and expecting lovers.

“Y/N.” Jimin follows swiftly behind as you storm out of the restaurant, bursting through the double-door entrance with a harshness that even scared him for a second.

“I’m so fucking stupid!.”

It’s hoarse and it hurts to hear the tremble in your voice as you cry out so suddenly, desperately holding yourself together with arms folded so tightly over your chest as you walk ahead to the parking lot and into the cold night, heels clacking hard against the graveled pavement.

Jimin keeps his close distance behind and once you get to the familiar parked car of his, he watches you slump your back against it, letting him see your tear stained face under the gleaming moonlight. A witness to your unforgiving chaos of heartbreak and misfortunes.

“I didn’t think-…I thought things were okay. I thought it was finally going to be okay.” You whisper so small and it’s fragile like the state you’re put in. It makes him want to pull you in his loving embrace and forever protect you, like Jimin always wanted to in the first place because you deserved so much more. So much more than that asshole. He’s made such a mess of you and he doesn’t even know it.

Your red stinging eyes drift up to meet him and the sight is enough to break his own heart in two.

“I thought he loved me.” Bottom lip quivering, mascara streaks lining your cheeks and heartbreak shattering your entire resolve. So hopeless and pained sobbing out your sorrows in front of him.

He can’t handle it.

How could Jungkook do this to you?.

Tonight felt like a regular outing with close friends and it was at first until Jungkook stood up with Isabel(his girlfriend/ur ex best friend) so suddenly, announcing their engagement and her pregnancy to the whole group. Everyone bursted out with cheers and congrats, overjoyed for the happy couple while you sat there numb with a dark storm thundering inside of you. Perplexed trying to process what was happening because just a week ago you were lying in Jungkook’s bed after he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. Held you tight right after and stayed with you the entire night until early morning arrived. Promising that he had ended things with her. Promising himself to you and the life you thought you could finally have with him.

What happened?.

It’s no wonder why he canceled on you these last few days when you tried to meet up with him, never picking up your calls or constant text messages you left. Did he even see them or bothered to read them?.

Jungkook was never going to end things, at least not with Isabel.

Jungkook was never going to take you seriously.

That night with you was his final goodbye sprinkled with fake lies and fake promises.

“I just….I thought for once I was going to be happy. For once I finally had this one thing that I thought I deserved. He always loved Isabel, huh?. It was always going to be her. Not me. Now they’re-“ You get choked up by your sob, it racks through you as you cry at the thought of them bringing a mini them into this world. Not you and Jungkook like you always dreamed of.

“Now they’re fucking engaged and she’s pregnant with the baby I was supposed to have!.” Your voice raises an octave higher, bloodshot pupils shaking as you stare at an equally distressed Jimin.

He sighs with exhaustion, shaking his head at the words you speak.

“Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You don’t need him. All he’s ever done is cause you pain. You deserve better than that. Better than him.”

It’s like you don’t hear the words he’s saying with the way you disregard him, eyes blown wide with madness as you continue to rant your frustrations. Completely lost in the boiling rage and sadness that consumes you.

“I met him first!. He was my friend first!. He liked me!. Why is it always her?. Why does she always take the ones I love?. Everything I want!?.” Like a toddler throwing a tantrum you yell, stomping your heels upon the concrete below you and continuing to cry your eyes out in a complete mess.

Jimin steps in front of you, invading your space and grasping your shoulders to gently shake you off the nonsense you're driving yourself crazy with.

“Y/N!.”

You wail, puffy and glossed eyes staring up at him. He’s never seen you so broken and fragile before. Jimin hates the sight so fucking much.

“It’s not fair. What did I do to deserve this?.”

Nothing. You were simply just a fool too in love with a greater one, too blinded to see him for the twisted monster he really is.

“I know what I was doing was wrong, but Jimin I couldn’t help it. I loved him. He said all the right things, made all the right moves. He made it so easy. Why was I so stupid to think he would ever really choose me.”

Oh, you poor thing.

He furrows his brow, face twisted with anger and cups your face to make you see him and make you realize the truths that he speaks. He’s done seeing you get torn apart and tossed like junk that serves no purpose in the world.

“Jungkook is a fucking asshole, okay. This isn’t just your fault. It’s his too. He’s full of shit, he messed with you and went behind Isabel’s back. I'm sure she knows about you two, but you know what. To hell with it all, they deserve each other. Their fucked up. You don’t deserve any of this.” He breathes heavily, driven by rage and pent up frustration for months, even years on end with the bullshit you got yourself caught up in.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight and let yourself fall into his warm embrace, grasping his waist tightly in dire need of comfort and touch. Jimin is always ready to comply, resting his chin upon the crown of your hair, one arm holding your waist tightly and the other caressing the back of your head in a comforting manner. It all softens your resolve, calms you down a bit and it’s almost enough to mend a few pieces of your wounded heart.

“Can you please take me home, Mini. I can't be here any longer.” Jimin hears you muffle against his chest and he pulls apart momentarily to look down at you.

You still look a mess but a pretty one and his heart melts, both for your saddened gaze and the way you still make him swoon, tear stained and all. How could Jungkook ever fuck with a beautiful soul like you?.

His thumbs wipe your cheeks of flowing tears, cupping your face in his loving hold.

“Of course, sweetheart. C’mon.”

The both of you had long settled into bed the moment Jimin brought you to his home, letting you stay the night with him because being all alone in your humble abode wasn’t something you could handle at a time like this.

Finally rid of the Pearl satin dress and killer heels, ruined makeup cleaned off. Nestled beside him amongst his soft sheets, bare faced and clad in one of Jimin’s cozy t-shirts that almost swallows your frame and nearly covers your bottom. You lye still awake staring up at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong.

“Honey, you're still awake?.” His deep groggy voice sounds throughout the otherwise silence of his dark bedroom.

“Could you blame me?. I don’t think I can sleep tonight.” You turn on your side to face him, trying to get comfy in this new position.

Jimin watches you silently, turnt on his side as well as he scoots just a tad closer. He knows you’ve probably still have a lot on your mind. Though, what he really wants is to reach for your hand and hold it. Pull you in his arms and hold you the whole night. Steal you away from ugly thoughts that plague your mind.

“I just hate how much it hurts and how I let myself get to this point.” A humorless chuckle tumbles past your lips at the thought, tears blurring your vision and some cascade down your face so freely.

Jimin can’t help but take notice of how angelic you look underneath the moonlight that filters through his open sheer curtains, with glossy eyes, rosy cheeks and pretty plush lips that look so delectable. It’s everything about you that drives him crazy. Makes him want to act a fool too. It’s what makes him want to raise his head and kiss you so badly. Kiss the hurt, pain and sadness of yours away. Replace the memories, images and touches of Jungkook’s engraved in your head and body with his own.

Make you finally realize that he’s right here. He’s always been here all along for you.

Make you see him truly for the person he is, for the man that he could be for you, for the love that you deserve.

He would quite literally give his heart to you. It’s already in the palm of your hands, you just don’t know it yet.

But not like this. Not when you're still heartbroken over Jungkook. Not when you're vulnerable and in the process of getting over that asshole.

He refuses to be a rebound.

All he wants in this moment is to keep being your friend. Someone you could always lean on, talk to and share your thoughts with. He knows it’s all you need right now.

“I just want to be happy too. I want to find it for myself.”

“I believe you can. Y/N, you deserve the whole world and I hope that when you do, that it’s genuine, that it’s kind and all the love you could ever want, that it doesn’t hurt and that you're truly happy.”

“That's all I want for you. Beautiful girl like you deserves a love that’s everlasting.”

You waver, eyes fluttering and fresh hot tears spring in the corners of your eyes. Heart softening and you melt at his sweet words. He sparks something inside of you that you didn’t know was possible anymore, not after the hell you’ve just been through tonight. A light shining at the other end of the dark tunnel. A bud blooming in a garden full of dead roses.

Jimin has always made you feel special. Always put you first and was always there by your side no matter what, just like a best friend should, but now that you look at him in a different light underneath the moon. You start to wonder when you didn't notice this and perhaps if it’s something more.

When has he always looked at you like this?. As if you’re the only girl in the world.

When did he have your heart racing like this?. Had you swoon over him the way you find yourself doing so now.

“Come here, let’s get some rest. Sweetheart, you need it.” Jimin pulls you closer by the waist and you comply so easily, splaying yourself over his chest. His arms envelop around your smaller frame and holds you tight into his comforting embrace. So warm and loving, you never want to leave.

“Good night, Mini.”

“Good night, love.”

Love. A tear escapes and trails down your cheek, you let it fall, just like you start to let yourself fall for the man holding you tight. For the man who always held you dear to him, who never wronged you and wishes for you to find true love.

You could only hope that maybe it could be him.

As you think about this and reminisce about your times spent together throughout these past seven years, you start to realize that Jungkook was never the one for you, that meeting him and Jimin around that time in college at a party. Perhaps it was always supposed to be Jimin.

A sinking feeling in your chest and stomach settles when you think this and your grip around him tightens.

You fall asleep that night wondering if Jimin could possibly ever truly see you that way too and Jimin falls asleep wondering the same thing. If you could ever love him back the way he’s so irrevocably in love with you ever since he saw you in that hallway the night of the frat party your first year. Before he bumped into you a moment later on the way to the bathroom and before Jungkook interrupted the two of you briefly introducing yourselves and sharing the same dislike for the overhyped party when he needed help getting rid of an old hookup that followed him almost the whole night.

Jimin’s biggest regret in life is pushing himself aside and letting Jungkook steal you away from him with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Let him win you over with his stupidly handsome good looks and charming nature. Made himself blend into the background amongst others like he always did. What he knew best.

“I love you.” He leans his head and pecks the top of your head, hands gently brushing through the back of your hair as he stares off into the night sky outside his opened window, thinking how did this all go wrong in his favor.

Although, still awake you very much caught his soft whisper and you stop the tears from flowing any further in fear of him possibly noticing by his wet shirt and your sniffles.

Damn. A big fool you are indeed, falling for an unfaithful asshole when this beautiful soul was right here all along.

A/N: I’m so glad you made it to the end & I truly hope you enjoyed this 🫶🏻 pls let me know ur thoughts. I love you so much 😚🩷💗💕🎀

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spacexseven · 1 year

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Trying to find the post I originally saw it from would take too long and plus the person who made it didn't go into detail they just said "reader with a God ability" like I'm guessing an ability that makes you God or something? I'm not too sure but if you want you can try to make it into something

But I REALLY wanted to know how would Fyodor would react because you know the story with him and god

basically reader is a kind of (forgotten) god but i didnt go too much into it so feel free to imagine whatever you'd like ^^

cw: yandere character

sometimes it occurred to you that divinity, in a world of gifted people, was ultimately meaningless. after all, who would choose to believe in a god—a presence so unclear and foreign—when they had people with powers only gods could have? when there were people with powers that defied logic, powers that decimated cities, and powers that could change the fate of the one affected within moments, what did your divinity matter?

what could you do that some ability user out there couldn't?

despite knowing there wasn't anything you could offer to regular people, you liked to walk down their streets and watch them go on about their day. there was something captivating about their lives, something that resembled what you had lost a long time ago. though in this bleak part of yokohama, most of the people you saw seemed to be weighed down by regret.

once in a while, you'd see some spectacular show of power—paper turning into a weapon, accidental deaths that you knew were not supposed to happen, people on the brink of death brought back to life in perfect health—such things did not amaze you as much as they worried you. maybe that worry came from a place of inadequacy, knowing that your own powers, while typical for a divine being, was overall unimpressive compared to these wonderful and terrifying feats.

however, the worry and the shame did not compare to the delight that followed when talking to someone. you felt alone, isolated by the things you knew and had seen as compared to the mundane lives most people lived, yet you yearned for company. most people were too busy to talk to you when they saw you seated alone, and some were put off by the strange feeling that something about you was not exactly human, but there was always someone who'd approach you first, and those people were almost always the ones that stuck with you the longest. years ago, it was a man wearing a hat and holding a cane, and more recently, a woman with red hair.

and now, it was this man with dark hair and amethyst eyes.

the very moment fyodor uttered his first words to you, you could already tell that he was unlike anyone else you had talked to before. there was something about him that was simultaneously alluring and unsettling, something that glinted in his dark eyes that told you that he knew everything you were trying to hide. even the way he held your hand in his felt like he was trying to sense something from you. still, his expression did not change—calmness evident in his face when yours was definitely teeming with intrigue. it should have embarrassed you that a human was better than you at controlling his emotions.

but there was something unusual about fyodor—the way he carried himself, the contrast between his sharp gaze and sleepy smile, the words he spoke—you could already tell that he was someone destined for great destruction. (or maybe, he was destined to be the harbinger of destruction?) he spoke to you like you were an old friend, someone he had known all his life, not finding any unease in slipping into deep conversation. his voice was soft, but each word felt purposeful.

and then, he mentioned his belief in god.

"what does a god matter," you finally asked the question that had been plaguing you for all this time, "in a world of people that are treated as gods?"

he smiled at you then, like he had been expecting it, "that is simply a result of the follies of man. isn't it disgraceful that they think of themselves as gods?"

"but what can a god do for you that some ability user out there can't?"

"what i sought, what i received, was guidance," he whispered, "my eyes were opened to the truth, and i realized my purpose. ability users parade themselves as gifted, special, but they only bring misfortune."

your heart wavered then, for the man in front of you. you never believed that ability users were blessed, or whatever some groups liked to say. in some cases, it appeared to be more of a curse than a blessing. something unwanted. was he haunted by himself as well? before you could stop yourself, your next words leaped out of your mouth, revealing your identity and subsequently confirming his suspicions.

"if so, what does that make you?"

he smiled then, wider than before. the very sight sent chills down your spine, even though very little still scared you now. he straightened up, clasping your hands within his with a newly gained fervor, with more strength than he appeared to have.

"a sinner seeking repentance from you."

you exhaled sharply, but he wasn't finished, "i know now for sure that this is the right path, and under your guidance, i will deliver your judgment, and i will reinstate you to your former glory."

danger was easy to miss when it looked like fyodor dostoevsky, and it was too late for you now. realization dawned on you a moment too late, as tendrils of consciousness slipped away from you.

among the ghosts of yokohama, fyodor was the harbinger of great destruction. and his reign of terror would start with yours.

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withlovefics · 1 year

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How they would react to you getting poisoned 🧪

Characters: Shinobu, Rengoku, and Gyōmei

Content Warnings: Being poisoned and needles. Possibly some light angst? I'm not fully sure. This may be a little out of character because it's been a long time since I last wrote fanfiction.

Gender-neutral reader ♥︎

Word Count: 1,670 words

How you were poisoned: You and Shinobi were fighting a demon together, and you got hit by the blood demon art. The demon art was purple petals that flew at you and then dissolved once touching your skin. At first, you thought nothing of it because it was only petals. As the two of you continue your fight, you began to feel a tingling and numbness all over your body. You started feeling frozen and clammy.

She was pissed, (she's the only one allowed to poison you jk) and, that demon is going to wish it wasn't born...

After killing the demon, she turned all her attention to you. Her mind racing with what happened, what poison it could be, and how to treat you. She’ll panic, cry, or whatever once you’re ok. She’s not going to lose you.

“Y/N you are going to be ok, please try to stay calm.” She says to you while picking you up to take you back to the butterfly manor.

Your hearing and sight were starting to dull, and you felt your heart racing. You wanted to talk, say something, scream, but your mouth felt full of lead.

The journey back to the manor was a tense one. You were trying to calm your breathing, but your anxiety was just increasing and increasing. You have never felt like this before. By the time you reached the manor, you couldn't even stand. You had lost all power in your legs.

“Y/N can you tell me what you’re feeling?” She said while poking you with a needle and drawing your blood.

She calmly told you what she was going to do and that you will be ok. You couldn't really hear her, only the weaker and weaker beating of your heart.

She was impressed by how long you were holding out. If her hunch was correct, you just got poisoned by one of the deadliest ones. She tried not to show it, but her hands were trembling at the thought of losing you.

“I’m going to give you a shot now. It should be able to help.”

You softly groaned as she injected you.

“Shinobu I'm scared.” You mustered saying, your voice sounding weak to your ears.

Her heart broke at the sound.

“It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. Please try to take some deep breaths for me. Please.” With the last please, her voice cracked.

She was good at not crumbling under pressure, but this...this was unbearable for her. She couldn't lose you.

At first, the shot didn't have any effect, and you felt so exhausted that you didn't really feel scared anymore. You felt peaceful and accepting of your fate...

But then felt your heart begin beating faster and stronger. Your airways expanded and you could breathe deeply again..

“Shinobu...how did you do that?”

She smiled and cupped your face. “I know my poisons, and I’ll always be there to heal you.”

Rengoku Kyōjurō: 643 words

How you were poisoned: While fighting a demon solo you had paused to try and catch your breath. As you panted and tried once again to do total concentration breathing constant the demon turned to you. The demon art hit you as a white powdery substance, and the demon began to cackle. You coughed, but after a minute you powered through and decapitated the demon. You still felt the white powder on you.

When you stepped into the Rengoku family home, you had been weak on your feet. Your throat stung, and you felt incredibly agitated and anxious.

“Y/N! How was the fight with that demon?” Rengoku asked with a bright smile on his face. He was so happy that you came out unscathed!

You sent him a glare. Why you weren't sure, but you felt like biting his head off. Why was he so chipper?? Wait...why are you so annoyed? This is your partner and lover, the person you love, but at the same time, he was pissing you off. Then you began to feel pissed off that you were feeling pissed off because you didn't want to be pissed off!

“Love, what’s wrong?!” Rengoku asked coming up to you.

When Rengoku put a hand on his shoulder, he was surprised by the weird texture. He looked at his hand to see it covered in an almost translucent white powder. He stared at you with concern in his eyes. You hadn’t responded yet, and something was differently wrong.

“What happened during the fight?” He asked.

“The demon blew some sort of powder on me!” You practically yelled.

“A powder?” He exclaimed (the two of you don't know how to use inside voices.) You could practically see the cogs in his head turning.

He began to push you towards the bathroom. “You have to take a bath to rinse the powder off of you. I will dispose of your clothing!”

You wanted to complain, fuss, and more, but you felt your heart pounding in your ears. The anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“What do you think this is?” You asked as you began to take off your clothes. Powder fluttered to the ground, and Rengoku took a step back.

“Poison I’d guess! Though I don't know as much about it as Shinobu does!”

He stared at the powder on the ground. He felt anxious himself, as he wasn't really sure what to do, how does one treat poison? What kind of poison would this be? How much of it is already in your system?

“Stay here!” He said before hastily leaving while you sat preparing to rinse and clean yourself.

You sighed as you began scrubbing at the powder. You felt your body begining to burn hotter and your muscles aching. Your jaw and arms felt rigid, and you felt exhausted but restless.

Rengoku came back into the room. He was carrying a glass of water and a bag to put your dirty clothes in. With a gloved hand, he handed you the water. Then he scooped the clothes into the bag, making sure not to touch any powder.

“It is odd that the powder remained after you killed the demon.”

You hummed in response, not really wanting to talk. You weren't sure what you wanted to do. You wanted to sleep truthfully but felt like you couldn't. You took the glass of water and chugged it. While you were busy he left to let you bathe in peace.

The second you stepped out ,he practically pounced on you.

“Y/N! How are you feeling?” He practically shouted and you could hear the concern in his voice. In his arms, he had your favorite food.

“Please eat this food! I'm not sure how to make you feel better other than to wait it out. I want to do more. Please drink this water as well!”

Himejima Gyōmei: 534 words

How you were poisoned: While fighting a demon with Gyōmei, it splashed a liquid into your eyes. It was a strange and unnatural color. You had screamed and staggered back, falling to your knees. The world had become blurry, and you felt intense fear as you saw it looming over you. Before the demon could attack you, Gyōmei chopped off its head.

"Gyōmei. Gyōmei." You muttered anxiously trying to grab at him. "I can't see, it hurts, it hurts so badly." You began to furiously rub your eyes.

You felt like something was in your eyes, and you kept trying to force your eyes open as they kept closing.

"Y/N breathe for me. Breathe deeply. You have to calm yourself." Gyōmei calmly said while swooping you into his arms.

"Why is this happening?" You sobbed. Gyōmei stroked your hair and began to run. He knew that you had to rinse your eyes out before it was too late. Sobbing himself he held you close to his body repeating that you'll be ok.

He knew it would take too long to reach a house to rinse your eyes out in the sink. You'd have to rinse your eyes in a river. Gyōmei strained his ears for running water.

After minutes of running, he could finally hear it! Water. While he was running, you had been trying to take deep breaths and calm yourself. You felt anxious and panicked, but you knew that Gyōmei would help you.

He placed you gently on the riverside. "Dear, please lean your head forward, closer to the water." You mutely nodded.

You couldn't see the water, but you heard it rushing by. You forced your eyes open, staring blankly at blurry water. The stinging and pain in your eyes were almost unbearable.

Without warning, Gyōmei splashed water into your face. You gasped and recoiled.

"I'm sorry," he said, and you knew a flow of tears were streaming down his face. You both were crying. You felt his large hand comforting and rubbing your back.

You felt Gyōmei's hand sliding on your face close to your eyes. You felt his finger gently and gingerly pulling your eyelids up. You were startled despite how gentle he was, you hadn't even realized that your eyes were closed.

"Y/N, I will make sure you will be ok. I will always protect you. Nothing like this will happen to you again. I'm sorry I didn't protect you from this."

You wrapped a hand around his arm, you couldn't speak as he was still splashing water into your face. How long had it been? Minutes, hours, or days, felt like an eternity. You couldn't speak because of the almost constant splashing in your face.

After a few minutes, you tapped on his arm with your fingertips. "It's no longer burning."

The two of you sat back, exhausted from this ordeal. You felt Gyōmei's hands cupping your face, comforting and rubbing your face. You rubbed your eyes before opening them slowly. There in front of you was Gyōmei. You smiled gently and leaned into his big hands. "I can see you Gyōmei."

You watched as a smile appeared on his face and tears fall from his face.

Hi ❤︎ This is the first time I wrote fanfiction in a while. I liked writing this, that's for sure. I got super invested even though I made the stories short. I didn't want to write a whole long thing more just headcannons on what they'd do. I hope you enjoyed this! The symptoms were vaguely based on real poison symptoms.

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ellies-little-gun · 1 year

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He hears her laughing before he sees her. Can hear her giggles from down the block. The sound, that sweet melody, floats on the breeze and brings a grin to his face. One he can't get to go away no matter how hard he tries. So, he lets it stay. Grins all the way to the playground, smiles wider at the sight that greets him.

Ellie, on the ground, with about five kids, young ones, all on top of her. She's laughing so hard now she's barely making noise and something warm and soft spreads through his chest at the sight. He wishes he had a video camera, so he could record that laugh. Burn it to a DVD and carry it with him everywhere he goes. So he can hear it whenever he wants. Wants to be able to keep it, cherish it like the precious thing it is.

She manages to get her feet back under her, rises from the ground with a roar. The kids all shriek with laughter and run away, darting in all directions. She chases after them, growling and laughing the whole time. She isn't much taller than the kids, despite being fifteen. Never did hit a growth spurt, even after coming to Jackson. She's small but mighty.

His little fighter.

She manages to catch one of the kids, Alice. They let out matching giggles when Ellie sweeps her up into her arms. Alice screeches with laughter when she spins her in a circle and Ellie joins in. The sound of it makes something in his chest clench. He blinks and Alice isn't Alice anymore.

Blinks and Ellie is holding a mini Sarah, while the real Sarah stands by and shakes her head at their antics. Can see her in the corner, rolling her eyes and fighting off a smile. She'd join in, after a while, he knows she would. And then it would be both of his girls, chasing his grandchildren around. Can picture joining them, can imagine the taunts of come get us Old Man, yeah Dad come get us as they both race away from him.

It hurts him, makes his chest feel tight. Makes his heart hurt, that his two babies never got to meet. Hurts him somewhere deep inside, that Sarah never got to meet the little sister she always wanted. Pains him that Ellie has to be the little sister to a ghost. They would have loved each other, he knows they would. Knows Ellie loves Sarah anyway, without ever having met her. Knows she would adore being Aunt Ellie.

"Joel, Joel help," Ellie yells, bringing him back to the present.

In a bid to rescue their friend, the other kids have joined forces and are currently using Ellie as a jungle gym. She has one on each arm and one on her back, arms around her neck. Two of them are wrapped around her legs, sitting on her shoes. She's trying her best to walk despite the weight, walking towards him with exaggerated roars and a blinding smile. It's kinda impressive, that she can still move at all, toting around 5 kids.

His little fighter indeed.

"Uncle Joel, help us, help us," one of the kids shouts, breathless from laughing.

Uncle Joel. He still isn't used to hearing it. Isn't sure when it started, exactly. Being Uncle Joel to every kid in Jackson. All he knows is that one day he was dubbed Uncle Joel and it's been that way ever since. Not that he minds it, not at all. Doesn't even mind being roped into babysitting at events, because the kids love him and he loves listening to them laugh. Loves listening to them have normal childhoods, something so simple but so rare in this world.

"Uncle Joel to the rescue," he calls.

The kids all cheer from where they dangle off Ellie. She does her best to shoot him a look of betrayal but her smile kind of ruins the effect. He advances on her, even as she does her best to run away from him. She doesn't get far, the 100-and-something pounds of small children slowing her down. He raises his hands, wiggles his fingers in her direction.

"Joel, don't you dare, Joel. Joel!"

He lunges forward, digs his fingers into her sides. She bends at the waist, like he knew she would. Collapses into giggles, gives the kids an opening. They take it, piling on top of her until she's once again on the ground. She must sense that she's defeated, because she spends an awful lot of time "dying." Makes noises and bemoans her fate, before going limp. The kids all snicker at the production.

She would have made a good Aunt.

"Kids, ice cream," Alice's mother calls from across the playground.

They all abandon Ellie in the pursuit of frozen goodness. One of them stops halfway to the ice cream, turns back around. Falls back on top of Ellie, hugs her around the middle. Races back to meet the others with a thanks for playing with us thrown over his shoulder. Ellie watches him go with a smile on her face. She never had a childhood, and he knows how important it is to her that the Jackson kids do.

"I want ice cream," she complains with a huff, even though the smile on her face never wavers.

"We have some at home," Joel informs her, reaching down to help her to her feet.

She uses his hands to stand, follows the momentum to wrap her arms around his middle. Squeezes him tight, seemingly for no other reason than she can. He hugs her back, rests his cheek on the top of her head. Loves that she is still short enough for him to do that. Loves that she probably always will be. Presses a kiss to her forehead, just because he can.

"I earned my ice cream," she says matter-of-fact, "dying is hard work."

"You sure did, Kiddo, you sure did."

Yeah, she would have been the best Aunt ever.

#the next WFWWS one shot is on the way I promise #until then have this because my brain wanted you to have it #this is like barely edited #because I slept too long last night and my brain is just making the dial up internet sound rn #but anyway #here you are enjoy #ellie williams #joel miller #tlou #tlou fic #tlou drabble #Z writes #my fic

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I am not fine...

May contain triggering themes, read at viewer's discretion.... All of that blah blah, enjoy- It's wonky and definitely not worth the wait.. And is also probably nowhere near the yandere category, so-- Uhhh.... I failed myself and the people that waited for this-...

(Despite the subtle hints)

"𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ݊ɑׁׅժׁׅ݊" |finished BBU drabble|

When was the last time you had actually felt alive? Free? Not tired?....

It has been a long while, and you were just so tired, everything was going wrong in your life. You lost your job just a few days ago, having lost your belongings and now about to lose your apartment because of the rent you couldn't pay to the landowner.

It all started the moment you moved out from your parent's house, freshly having finished college, you had a bright future ahead of yourself if you wouldn't have trusted your coworker as much as you did. It wasn't something you could have predicted, but something you should've avoided instead.

It was currently late at night, you were preparing for bed, but didn't plan to sleep. You never had a good sleep schedule.

Childhood was just as horrible with the constant bullies at your school, it all went down so fast you don't remember when you lost your innocence at all, it was just a flash and then it all happened.

You shake off the rest of your thoughts, laying face first on your bed and grunting in pure frustration, wishing everything wasn't so unfair, so SO stupid and so difficult. Nothing was easy, when you were warned life won't go easy on you, you didn't think it would go this far to get you to the point of losing everyone and everything that you had gotten so far in your short, pathetic life.

A brief thought comes across your mind, and you shake it off once more. You won't regret anything, everything wasn't your fault, it wasn't... It wasn't.

Heavy eyelids threaten to close, and once you yawn they do, the darkness embracing you as you fall into a much needed slumber.

. . .

A tight knot in your stomach made you groan, and the bed felt oddly ticklish against your skin.You felt around yourself before leaning up, blinking several times to adjust to the sudden light and then a burst of darkness shoved your way. This wasn't your bed. An odd sensation filled your body. Nausea. You felt the world spin around you, trying to come to your senses as you took in your surroundings.

Where are you? What kind of weird fantasy, fever dream is this?? You rub at your eyes, stretching and wobbly legs managing to stand on the soft ground, and you did not have shoes on, so it felt odd and moist against your bare feet. You were in a creepy forest, surrounded by huge pine trees that lined all around you, barely able to see anything past them.

Birds chirp from somewhere around you, and you turn your back to look the other way. More trees greet your view, and you squint to see through them to no avail. You give up, deciding to shift your head and look up at the sky. You could just barely catch a glimpse of the night sky, glittering and shiny stars all over, a crescent moon covered up by darkened clouds. From here you could just barely make out a bird flying by, going out of view a moment later.

There were lots of fireflies around here, all around you and the outer sky, it was a beautiful light show while it lasted. Given you snapped back to the problem at hand. You were so lost, had no idea where you were, or how you even got here. Was it even a coincidence that it matched your image from last night? Probably not. Deja vu was such an odd thing to feel at the given moment. You don't remember having a dream as real as this one. And it might not even be a dream. (You wanna doubt that.)

You sigh to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose. Well, this sure doesn't feel like a dream, you can feel your hand, so it probably is a very realistic dream? You hope it is, unless you wanna be stuck here, you better start walking and finding a way out. Though, did you really want to go back to your weird, awful and traumatic life? Not really.

With a reluctant exhale, and a mental push, you slowly made your way forwards, stepping into the thicker, much darker forest that surrounded you. An eerie silence settled over everything all at once, and you knew it wasn't a good sign.

You quickened your pace, knowing it's not safe and trying to find a more open, safer area to rest at, your feet aching at how hard they slammed against the grass and sticks on your way. You wish you hadn't taken off your shoes at the last minute in bed, they would've been so useful right now.

Another reluctant step onwards and you feel as if fainting right here and now. It feels horrible, the aching pain in your feet had grown so much worse, and you were more than sure you had millions of small scratches and bruises all along your ankles and feet. Well, it could've been worse, at least. You could've been bleeding, heck, maybe even being watched.

That wasn't such a good thing to say, you knew from seeing so many movies that the moment someone says something of the like, or even the exact thing, would happen to them. You started to lean more against the trees, trying to not be seen, but it was a useless attempt at stealth.

Crouching down didn't help much either, it only made you slower, and the more you realized it, the more late it was. Everything has its eyes on you, there's no place safe here. Nowhere.

. . .

A minute later you slowly get up, hands clawing at the wood of the tree to stand. Once you took the first step it's all fine, the second you took the second step, a branch cracked under your feet and more than likely left a scar on its own. Great..

All the more, eyes turn to you, and footsteps get closer and closer to you until an animal that you've never seen before, bares its teeth at you and pounces forwards. If it wasn't for your brain, you wouldn't have moved, instead, you immediately started running, almost tripping several times before picking up your pace and running through the thick pine trees, avoiding tripping on rocks or twigs as the animal, only gets closer the more you lose your energy. It was tiring. A faint noise in the distance catches your attention, and you turn to look at what seems to be a river, and without a single thought running towards it.

With a lot of luck, you find your way over more twigs and immediately jump on the slippery rocks, getting to the other side without much problems. You turn your head around, seeing as the animal, now stuck on the other side, slowly backs away from the edge and disappears back into the darkness behind the bushes. God let you live another moment it seems..

For what seemed like hours of leaning against a tree, you finally gain enough strength to get up and slowly make your way further into the forest. Seeing as it is, it won't help if you stand in one place too much. Predators can, and will hunt you down at any cost it seems, not like you didn't expect it, given you're the uninvited guest here.

Not even a moment later you once more get out of the forest and almost trip down the now more than visible hill, which leads down down until you can see a big mansion sitting in the middle of… An intermontane plateaus, that is if your Biology classes were paid enough attention to. You might be wrong, but you'd assume that's what this is, because it's not a ravine…

A knot in your stomach says to just stop being so childish, but meanwhile your inner child is firing up. And which do you choose to listen to? Of course, your inner child.

You slowly lay down and then budge yourself until you start rolling down the hill, having the time of your life and giggling all the way until you reach the bottom and now laying on soft, greenery that tickles your skin with the gentle breeze. The night sky is so much prettier here than in the closed and tight pine forest that you hated for being so awfully dark.

Wait….Night sky? You have been up too long, haven't you? Though it is impossible to tell what time it is…You'd just assume it's late at night… And probably, as usual, past your bedtime hours..

A long moment of staring at the glitter stars in the sky, and with a lot of curses flowing through your body, you sit up, rubbing your eyes to woosh the sleep away. It doesn't help, you yawn and stretch not a moment later. Great, tired, lost and probably homeless too.

You get off the ground, looking at your clothes and picking off some of the dirt or dust(?) that stuck to you, letting that thought flow away. A moment later you realize that the big mansion is indeed still in front of you, you just had to turn your head upwards to realize it. Not like it would grow legs and run away, idiot..

Was this breaking in? You ask yourself, seeing as it is, the doors opened up themselves, you didn't even touch them, they just did- A long moment of contemplating before you overcome your fear and step inside, the moment you do the doors slam close behind you, making your arms flail around yourself, thinking it was someone or something behind you, while it was nothing more than the wind, probably. You hope it was the wind.

Calm down, nothing has even happened yet, chill. You took deep breaths. Was it this cold when you got here? It sure wasn't, everything was so much colder. And you felt eyes on you from every single corner you turned. You started exploring a place that is not yours. You just wish whoever owns this place isn't home or could let you stay for the night.

As odd as it is, all you found were some pictures on a few walls when you walked the hallway to your right. It wasn't much, barely helped, and you didn't feel like touching them or going as far as to steal them. You didn't wanna get some kind of curse on your possible future bloodline. You were better than that, not even the gold was much more than useless, given there's probably no way to spend it anyways.

A sudden shift in the air made you immediately turn to gaze behind yourself, nothing. You're getting paranoid at this point. Well, not paranoid, more panicked of getting caught wandering around someone's house without them letting you in or even giving you permission to look at their(?) stuff whatsoever.

With a sigh, you turn back around to the fireplace, only for your whole body to stiffen and drain like you saw a literal ghost. What you were seeing wasn't that far from one though…

A more than tall as you could tell, creature, bird, whatever, was towering over you, eyes scanning you up and down as you shrinked into yourself. It(?) wore a light pink attire adorned with two swirls in the middle, topped with a shiny object, probably as decor, and a bow tie around its neck. Or at least what you assumed, given it constantly stretched on. It was hard to tell.

Many feathers adored its persona, cartoon-ish wings and what you could guess are its paws(?), again, you weren't a genius, and the Biology lessons weren't useful right now, you forgot them all the moment you graduated. It was black as the night sky itself, glinting in the bare light. Yellow-ish to gradient red, wide eyes stared back at you with a wide smile. Was it thinking of kicking you out? It would be fair though, you did just break into its house after all.

The moment you blinked it disappeared, the second you turned to the side, it was there. "Hoo! Hooho! Well, who are you, little friend?" It speaks right into your ear, once more shifting to be in front of you, into a much bigger form, a finger under its chin as if thinking of something, eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

You blur out your name with a lot of hesitation, looking at your hands and then back up at it. The moment you give it your name, it immediately leaves its thoughts to the side, now to your right, in a smaller size, putting its arm on your shoulder with a grin speaking for itself. ", that's my name, what's yours?" You ask back, perhaps it is rude or very rare, but it immediately perks up even more.

A tilt of its head, "Hooo! Little friend, you should know who I am! But, if you don't, you might as well know me as the party host! Or, if it suits your tongue more, well, Barnaby the owl!" It says, backing up from you and bowing down theatrically, eyes closed only for a moment before shooting wide open again. From this point, it looked somewhat friendly, only if you didn't count the constant staring.

A slow nod comes from you, only with the realization that you barely even meant it. Well, it is probably rude to be barely listening, but at least you know his(?) name now! Which is better than nothing. Why is your mind such a mess at such bad times? It is not worth arguing with yourself right now.

A strange sound fills the space, and you look down at yourself to realize it's your stomach. Right, you've been starving for the past, what, half a day, you'd assume. This gets the attention of Barnaby, who chuckles. "Oooh! Are you perhaps hungry, little friend?" A full on head spin and you barely have any personal space. You nod immediately after, hugging yourself. Well, at least you could trust that he won't poison you, which eases your nerves a little. He also doesn't seem to know the concept of 'personal space' from what you can see. Great…

It was very unexpected how well you got along with this owl, and from what he told you, he wasn't any normal creature you'd see day to day. You already had a feeling he might not be a living being, only being confirmed made it much weirder. Not that it bothered you, it was just, uneasy to know you were right about such a thing. Though he doesn't seem to be in any kind of pain, so maybe you're just overreacting over it.

The more you felt you knew him, the further you strayed from the true reality you came from. The fact this wasn't hell or anything of the like was a confirmation you were indeed not dead, and that it was not a dream. The food here was nice though, even the little 'barnaboos' as you heard him call them, we're such adorable little things to converse with, and somehow able to understand a little of what they're saying. Mostly through simple hand gestures.

It was a long ride, mostly staying up late, but you got through with it and survived. You could feel yourself slipping the more you tried to keep your eyes open, it was probably very late if you were this tired. A long yawn leaves you, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand almost immediately, excusing yourself which gets a light chuckle from him.

Another blink and he's once more at the back of your chair. You really weren't gonna ask how he keeps doing that, just go along and it'll be better. "Are you feeling tired, lil' friend?" He chirps, helping you up from your seat, offering his wing, which is somewhat much softer to grab onto as you balance yourself. A moment later you let go and stretch out a moment, groaning and then letting out a sigh, arms dropping to your side the next second.

You nod, body slumped over as you follow close behind him. You didn't bother to listen much to whatever he was talking about all the way till he finally led you to the guest room. Well, it seems you weren't sleeping on a couch, which is such a relief.

While he didn't seem like such a threat, you couldn't help the twist in your stomach telling you otherwise and that you had to get away from him immediately or something would happen. That wasn't the case, not yet at least. Which just proves further that maybe your instincts are getting rusty the more your adrenaline wears down on you. Another thing to worry about later on.

Was it just your brain or were you really unable to sleep?... Why is it even odd? You always slept late, but something is just off, aside from the fact that this wasn't your room. It was a bit too fancy, but at the same time not, given you coughed several times from the dust that was in the air. The bed itself, while it was immense and comfortable, your gut keeps telling you to not fall asleep yet, not yet.. Eyelids snap shut, but before you know it, they snap back open, and you look around, trying to find what could've been blamed, of course there's nothing.

A tap on the window immediately makes you sit up, looking around only to see the branch of a tree, which just kept on tapping, the harsh wind blow being the only thing you could hear aside from the tapping. This is too silent, the room envelopes in a much darker blanket once the moon is being hidden away by the clouds, a few small water drops announcing the now oncoming rain. Curtains flutter around from the currents, windows barely open, just enough so fresh air slips inside the room.

Maybe you're homesick. That would explain everything much simply. You turn on your side, hands clutching onto the pillow under your head tightly as your eyes slowly slip close, and the world fades to much more darkness than it was already drenched in. You need a better sleep schedule…

. . .

It's been only a few hours, you don't know how much you slept but do not plan on trying to find out, seeing as the rain picked up, pouring loudly outside, you'd only take a guess that it's been longer than three hours because it's the first time you actually had a proper sleep without being woken up by the alarm clock on your old nightstand, now nowhere in sight.

You rub at your eyes slightly too harshly, hissing the moment you lean your hands away. About time you find your way around here, you don't feel like you slept much, even if you probably did. You sit straight, arms held together and stretched upwards, leaning down till they touch the blanket once more with a slight pop from your bones. Well, that's a much better way to start the day… You can only guess it's day given the outside is just slightly lighter, despite the still ongoing thunderstorm.

A groan leaves your throat as you slowly slip out of bed, strolling over only to find that there is indeed a bathroom connected to this room. Much nicer than going out, you assume. With one last look, you slip inside, taking your sweet time with everything.

About a few slips and pouts later you finally got out of what you could only assume is the bathtub, given how it does not look like one you'd see in a normal everyday life but one nonetheless. A quick brush of your hair and some face washing later it's all done, all you leave behind being the dirty clothes from before and now looking around for something to change into.

As expected, you couldn't find much and so the single thing you found was more of a suit than house wear options. But what other choice did you have? A little later of tidying up the cloth you finally managed to slip it on, tying the bow tie to your neck and opening the closet doors once more to look at yourself unexpectedly liking the outfit and shining looks you gave off almost immediately.

A gradient light blue to purple adored your body, clinging onto you quite heavily. Long sleeves adored with gloves hanging onto your arms, just barely shining in the dim light with the same gradient little details hanging everywhere else. A parted dress hung onto your hips, held by another layer of the dress underneath, looking like leaves or even feathers, white fluff tickling onto the long socks that reached just slightly over your knees. Dismissed heels toppled over in the corner as you pick something easier to wear. Boots that reach over your ankles and go just about a few more inches before ending with fluff all around, a comfortable warmth on the inside of them. Exactly as you liked, well, probably liked. It's been a long time since you wore something fancy unless it was for a party or meet up.

Where were you going anywhere with this outfit? Was something special happening that you probably didn't know about? Most likely that's the case. With a long sigh, you close the closet doors, looking away and at your hands for a long time. Thinking it all over again didn't seem to help. How much time did you spend looking at yourself anyways?...

You ponder to yourself before going out of your room, slamming the door close behind you and not looking back as you walk without a clue where you're going in a way that could only be described as tired.You're tired of anything and everything at the same time, yet you don't dare show it, sliding a neutral expression on your face to make sure it wouldn't be that obvious.

It was however more than obvious that you didn't feel like talking to anyone or anything else around here, except for the little barnaboos that are mostly everywhere, seemingly preoccupied with their own things to pay much attention to you as you passed by each room. A while later of walking down the seemingly endless hallway, you finally arrive back at the front where you have been not long ago. It's eerily silent as each of your steps echoes right into your ear drums awfully louder than you expected.

Each time you take another step, you feel much closer to something you can't quite make out in your thoughts, shaking your head as you bump into something, or someone and scramble back, catching your balance just in time as to not fall and make it even more embarrassing that you were once more with your head into the clouds.

A chortle came from above you, and immediately your hands came up to your face, hiding away your expression that was on the brink of exploding into tears. That is, if the person who made that sound wasn't more than obvious. "Hoohoo! Friend! You're awake- Took you sooo looongg! But that does not matter, you're awake now, and we can finally get going!" Barnaby offers you his fluffy appendage as the world shifts all at once, and in a literal instant you're moved.

You feel like literally throwing up, the knot in your stomach too tight for comfort. A stumble forwards and you're immediately embraced by more soft and skilled wings. A chuckle leaves your friend as you struggle to stand on your own while he just abuses the obvious size difference between the two of you. Once you're turned, wings under your armpits, you just give up and pout in defeat. He let's go once you're settled down, leading you down yet another similar hallway like the many others.

Huge doors welcome you, opening before you have even stepped close enough to touch its split handles. Barnaby slouches over, one wing onto his chest as the other is (probably) pointing towards the immense ballroom in front of you. A snort leaves your throat as you bow back to him and enter the room, and of course he doesn't have to follow much, appearing right above you and giving you another good scare.

Without stalling backwards, you just freeze in your spot trying to look unfazed while you would've screamed. You're doing this just to not give him the satisfaction of another screaming charade that you learnt from experience only makes you more terrified the next time he'd do it again. A minute later you finally snap out of your thoughts, waving them to the side to take in your surroundings.

An immense ballroom the size of a whole stadium greets your eyes. While everything was dark, the decorations alone got you feeling nostalgic about this place. Little pumpkin stickers hung onto strings, different expressions on each individual one, and between each of the pumpkins were spiders of different sizes and shapes, mostly out of paper or cartons. To say the side little stars on the dark ceiling weren't a nice addition was just as false as saying the sun is better than the moon, given both are good.

The stars glowed in the dark, which was even better, the white soft yet bright lights able to be seen from even a long distance away.

Actual real spiders hang around the chandeliers on the ceiling, wood creaking with each movement they make. And even a room that's made of wood can be a ballroom, which is incredible to say the least about. Given most ballrooms you've seen were very shiny and much cleaner, this one was clean, too, but not shiny, and it did not bother you at all. As once again, fancy was not what you wanted, and perhaps this would help you more as to remember why you won't miss the ballrooms back on Earth.

. . .

Why was everyone talking about your friend so lowly at times? Was he really bad or was it just them hating him? You couldn't tell, not one bit and it annoyed you from the inside out. Why? You didn't know, but given he is your first friend after your dreams and hopes crashed out the window…you were probably not even gonna need to guess anymore. It was obvious.

Your past explains everything much more simply than you would if you tried. Your trauma adding up onto anything you do and weighting your choices down. It's awful to be aware of it, but you can't do much about it. Your past speaks for itself once more as your feet move without your command as your blocks out every other noises or voices. A particular spider caught your attention, and you approached its shared webs slowly so as to not alarm it.

It hisses slowly at you before silence takes over once more. The spider is about the size of your whole palm, if not bigger than that. It has almost invisible marks on its back, a swirl and a center point where it stops with obviously eight legs that slowly raise and fall. Something to show it is indeed aware you're there even if it can't see you despite having so many eyes that glow a soft white as well.

You slowly approach until you're just two steps away from it, shaking hand raising hesitantly. You weren't afraid of it, you were afraid of what it could do to you. It slowly turned before climbing into your hand, fitting just perfectly on there. Fangs glint in the low light as it becomes nothing more than a fluff ball now sitting on your palm. You would literally melt if you could.

A silhouette hovers over you. "Oooh~ Getting along with all the guests! Aren't you just the most mannered one!!" A voice you already knew speaks from behind you. You don't have to turn to see, he is already in front of you the second you look up. A quick bob of your head and then you let the spider down back on its webs, strolling away as you're once more led to the middle of the room. There was no one here though.

The particular paws you know as Barnaby's cover your eyes and you're not able to see a thing. Great. "Hey! Shoo! Hands down-" You retort to his actions, your much smaller hands coming to grasp onto his own, doing little to nothing as he doesn't budge one bit from everything you try. The world shifts all too quickly as your drowsy self almost collapses once the darkness drains away a second later.

You catch your breath just as quickly, hands onto your knees as you slouch over. When did the air leave you?? Another sharp intake of breath and you feel still horrible, your sweaty hands not helping by trembling so much. In fact, your whole body is trembling as you look up only to immediately stumble backwards and your back to land on some particularly soft feathers.

The room wasn't empty any more, and it was full of deadly things from which some stared at you as if they could sense they're no longer invisible to your human vision. Another deep breath. Several more ghosts and specters turn around to face you. Where did the vampires come from? This place is definitely cursed, or worse yet you probably are cursed now. Perfect. Your heart races in your chest as you catch your breath and balance yourself. Everyone and everything is staring at you much to your dismay.

A cheery voice fills the space all around you, and as much as you want to cover your ears, you can't bring yourself to do it. "Hoohoo! Gentlemans, ladies and people of all kinds! I, Barnaby, announce as the party host, to welcome our little star guest!" Voices whisper all around you before clapping fills the room as you wish to shrink into yourself as much as you could. That's not possible.

Your brain, instead of running or doing anything, decides it's best to just stay..Until it's over…You were not that weak nor scared.. And without seeing the danger ahead of yourself too..

I got Cola and Pepsi while writing this :>

I'm very sane and fine, totally.. 🧍‍♀️

Did anyone get the reference though?...

@hauntedkonton , @the-host-with-the-most-12 , @ieatsoap1 and whoever else enjoys BBU or just Barnaby- idk🧍‍♀️

#bbu barnaby #bbu drabble #gn reader #reader insert #x reader #ig?? Unless you want this to be platonic #I won't stop you to think further out than what I wrote here #This also probs don't count as a fic so it's a drabble 🥲#it's too short to be a fic #unless I'm crazy and that over 5k characters aren't much-🧍‍♀️#count me out I am insane #I was tired making this all the way that's why it's wonky-#hidden reference #long post

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