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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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Are your requests still open? I’d love a part two to Marriage if you’d be open to it. I think an inverse where Ominis is the one jealous would be interesting especially given he’s much more willing to share his emotions with reader compared to them.

This got so out of hand I'm so sorry-

Marry Me (O.G)

I got stuck listening to Eric Cartman sing Poker Face because it was already playing, and I just committed to it. It's been over two hours. He's holding me hostage, send help, please. Anyway, accidently went heaving on the angst as I was baking this, but it got very fluffy when it came out of the oven, so I think that makes up for it. I hope you enjoy, because idk how I got to 4k words with this, I blacked out.

pt1, Marriage?

You walked down the hall with Ominis as you trailed behind Sebastian, who was rambling on about how he needed a better dueling partner, shaking your head each time he asked you if you were “sure” you didn’t want to duel him. Sebastian continued talking to himself as you leaned over to Ominis, whispering in his ear. “If we left, do you think he’d notice?” Ominis shook his head, a smile gracing his lips as he grabbed your hand and led you down a different hall. “He’ll realize eventually, but by then we should be far enough away to be free.” You laughed as you continued to walk, still holding Ominis’ hand.

You played with your mother’s ring; its silver band cold on your skin as you moved it around. Ominis usually held the hand with the ring on it since you had lost it a few weeks prior, but you were on his other side at that moment, so he grabbed the hand closest to him. You continued to walk down the hall in a comfortable silence, the warm feeling in your chest felt homely now. You smiled to yourself, glad that you were able to become close with Ominis, you even felt ready to marry him, sort of. There was still a dull throb in your chest every now and then, telling you that you were only this close now because you had to, and that your mother had asked you to be nicer to Ominis.

Some nights, you find yourself staring up at the dark ceiling, thoughts of doubt and feelings of sadness filling your whole being. You often wondered if Ominis was going through those feelings as well, though he never showed them. Ominis was always up front on his thoughts and feelings, but would he lie to you to not hurt your feelings? Your thoughts began to run as you walked, biting the inside of your cheek. Ominis broke the silence soon after, speaking in a nonchalant manner. “My father sent a letter earlier today.” You broke from your thoughts, turning your head slightly as you hummed in response. “Really? What did he say?” Ominis hung his head as he walked, brows furrowed. “He asked for progress on our relationship. He says we’re close to the age for a wedding.” You stopped walking, frowning as you looked at Ominis. “A progress report? Has he been keeping an eye on us?” You asked, letting go of Ominis’ hand as you crossed your arms. Ominis turned, missing the feeling of your hand in his, but nodded.

“He sends frequent letters asking about it, to keep track I suppose.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Your eyes widened, the idea that you were practically being watched even in Hogwarts stung you. You were unable to speak, your thoughts running once again as you began to think about what Ominis might have told him over the years, face turning red. “Y/n? It’s just him checking in, nothing to worry about, I assure you.” Ominis said, walking towards you. You shook your head, taking a step back. “How much have you told him?” You asked, your heart beginning to beat faster in your chest. Ominis shrugged, “He always asks for details, so I give him them, it’s nothing to worry about, honest.” Your gaze narrowed as you looked down at your feet. His father was a harsh man, and you remembered the stories he would tell at the dinner table during parties; how they would torture muggles for fun. You shuddered, wondering how he felt when he read how you treated Ominis when you first started Hogwarts.

“I haven’t even told my father anything, and you’re sending detailed reports to yours?” You said, anger replacing the confusion that had a grasp on your chest. You watched as Ominis hung his head, nodding slightly. You sighed as took a few breaths, collecting your thoughts. “So that means, that he now knows that we’ve kissed, and how I basically bullied you for years?” You asked, trying to keep your voice calm. Ominis nodded again, head still low. “Do you know what this means? What if he read your earlier notes and did something?” Ominis raised his head, confused. “What are you implying?” “I’m implying that he could have retaliated when he read that we weren’t getting along!” You began to shout, your thoughts running faster than you could have kept up. You felt a squeeze in your chest, tears threatening to fall as you stared at Ominis, who stood there, unmoving. “Your mother?”

You breathed heavily, glaring at Ominis. “They said she died suddenly, and I left it at that. But now? I don’t think so.” Ominis glared at you, not believing what he was hearing. “You think he did something?” You sighed as you nodded, feeling the tears begin to fall from your eyes. “I think we need some time apart; I need to breathe.” You said, turning away from Ominis. “You can tell your father that too. In fact, tell him I refuse.” You sighed, hearing Ominis as he scoffed. “Refuse? Do you really think you can get out of this?” You began to walk away, shouting over your shoulder, “You didn’t want this either, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.” You turned down another hall, feeling your hands shake as you tried to keep your composure. You passed by Sebastian, who had realized that the two of you were no longer with him, as he tried to talk to you. “Not now, Sebastian. Another time, perhaps.” Sebastian watched you in confusion as you kept walking towards the common room, desperate to reach your bed.

For the next few days, you avoided Ominis and kept to yourself, spending most of your free time trying to figure out what to do next. Ominis had tried to speak with you; offer you an explanation, but you refused, instead busying yourself with something each time he tried to speak. It felt as if you were back to square one, settling for your bed as you thought about the past few years. You didn’t fully believe that his father was responsible, but you knew how Mr. Gaunt was and how he treated people he thought were below him. You sighed as you stared at the ceiling, not hearing the door open. “Hey, Y/n. You have a letter.” Imelda walked in; a familiar owl rested on her arm as she handed you the envelope. You eyed it suspiciously, unsure if it was best to open it. “Are you sure it’s for me? That’s not my owl,” You asked, standing up from your bed as you walked over. “It has your name on it. Though, I’m not sure why you’d be receiving an owl from the Gaunts.” Your eyes widened as you looked at the owl, its dark feathers ruffled as it shifted on Imelda’s arm. “Thank you, Imelda. I suppose I should take the owl from you as well.” Imelda nodded, watching as the owl flew off her arm and landed on the post of your bed, clicking its beak. Imelda walked out, leaving you to open a small pouch and give the treat to the owl, sitting on your bed as you sighed.

You opened the letter, the elegant handwriting covered the page, one that was no doubt sent by Mrs. Gaunt. You tensed up, reading through the letter as Mrs. Gaunt wrote her apologies. “I never properly spoke with you after your mother’s death, and for that, I apologize. I know you may have your doubts, but I assure you, no matter how harsh my husband is, he would never point his wand at your family, you have my word.” You furrowed your brows as you read; it was unlike Mrs. Gaunt to be so up-front, let alone send you a letter. You continued to read. “I know how hard it was to accept the fact that you had to marry someone you didn’t know. I apologize for that as well, ten years old is too young to arrange such a thing. But I know how you feel, as I was in your place as well. I’ve read the letters my son has sent back, and I applaud your persistence in the past, as I would have done the same. However, even as you acted out, Ominis continued to try and befriend you. When he wrote back to us saying how you had helped him from causing an explosion in class, I felt happy, something I hadn’t expected.” You sighed, glancing over to the owl, you stared at you with round, amber eyes. You turned back to the letter. “It is evident that Ominis cares for you, and even now, as he writes to us about the rift that has sprung between the two of you, he still cares. I’m writing to you, not as his mother, but as someone you can count on. Ominis loves you. And I know that, deep down, you must care for him in the same way. I only hope I can shed some light on the problem at hand, I would love to have you in our family. You have your mother’s spirit, and I’m sure you will see just how much Ominis cares.” You set the letter down, your mind wandering as you went over her words. Of course, you cared for Ominis, but you were unsure if the care was real or superficial. You thought Ominis felt the same, even after he had expressed how glad he was that you two had become close; you felt like it was all a ploy. You groaned as you lay on your back, shutting your eyes tightly as you began to go through the events that led you to that moment.

You had sent the owl back later that night, sighing as you continued to lay in bed. You needed to figure out your own feelings before you began to try and figure out Ominis’, but you had found yourself at a wall. While you felt protective and jealous, whenever you saw someone flirting with Ominis, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that it was out of love. Did you even know what that was? You had been told that you would grow to love your husband-to-be, but no one had ever specified exactly what that would feel like, leaving you to figure it out for yourself. You didn’t know who to ask either, nor did you think you could bring yourself to ask someone that question either. You groaned as you slammed a fist down onto your covers, glaring into the stone above you.

A knock sounded at the door, causing you to turn your head. Imelda came in and placed her bag by her bed, her gaze softening as she saw you on your bed, where she had left you earlier. She slowly made her way over and moved your legs, taking a seat. “I take it that the letter wasn’t good?” She asked, looking down at her hands. You groaned once again, unable to form any words. The letter lay beside you, and Imelda looked at you curiously as she reached for the parchment, silently asking if she could have a look. You didn’t stop her, opting to close your eyes instead. Imelda stayed quiet as she read, taking a few moments to gather her thoughts as she pulled her legs up onto your bed, crossing them as she tapped your foot. “Do you want to talk about it?” You sighed, trying to gather your thoughts. Imelda wasn’t normally this docile, and you thought about asking her about the whole situation while you had someone willing to listen. You sat up, crossing your legs as well as you bit your lip.

“I’m having a hard time figuring things out, if that makes sense.” You started, watching Imelda as she nodded softly, motioning for you to continue. You explained to her about your feelings, about how you didn’t understand what they were and how you didn’t know what you were supposed to be feeling. Imelda listened to you, waiting for you to finish before talking herself. “You’re close with him, that part is clear. I can’t tell you what you should be feeling, because not everyone feels the same things, but it seems like you do care.” You furrowed your brows, looking down at your bed. Imelda continued. “Jealousy like that isn’t something you can really fake just because you must. I was there, when you stood behind that girl as she flirted with Ominis. That was real, that much I can tell you.” She pushed your shoulder lightly, smiling. “Besides, you looked like you wanted to hex her. No one just wants to hex someone over a guy.” You smiled lightly, nodding. “I wanted to turn her into a chicken and let her loose in the wild.” Imelda chuckled as she shook her head. “See? You felt something about that. That was real. Who’s to say you don’t actually love the guy? It’s clear he loves you. He might be blind, but the rest of us aren’t!” You laughed with her, feeling the dark pain in your chest slowly lift.

“But how do I fix it? I already accused his father, you read the letter.” Imelda nodded, shrugging. “You could try to talk to him, thought, I’m not sure how you’d start that off.” You sighed, flopping to your side as you rolled in your bed, burying your head into the sheets. “How about you ask him out, like a date?” You raised your head sharply, frowning at her. “A date? After all this?” She shrugged, “It’s the best I can come up with. Maybe just ask him to go with you to The Three Broomsticks? Try to talk to him?” You bit the inside of your cheek, deep in thought. “Wouldn’t that be weird? I haven’t spoken to him for three days, and you want me to ask him out?” Imelda scoffed, patting you on your head. “You’d be surprised. I’m sure Sebastian is filling his mind with ideas to fix this as well. Just try, please? I don’t need to wake up in the morning and see you staring at the ceiling again, I thought you were dead this morning.” You laughed as you shook your head. “Sorry about that, couldn’t sleep much.” Imelda shook her head as she got off your bed. “If you don’t ask him to Hogsmeade tomorrow, I’ll have to make you.”

The next day, you walked over to Sebastian, who smirked at you. You narrowed your eyes, watching as Sebastian pretended to be busy. “What are you hiding, Sallow?” Sebastian scoffed as he held up a book, opened yet upside down. “Just a bit of light reading on this fine Saturday, and yourself?” You crossed your arms as you raised an eyebrow. “The book is upside down.” His eyes widened as he looked at the page, noticing the words were, in fact, upside down. You sat across from him, glaring. Sebastian avoided your gaze, biting the inside of his cheek. “Out with it, you’re bad at keeping secrets.” He sighed, pouting as he brought his gaze to meet yours. “I may have talked to Ominis.” “As you always do.” “Let me talk! You’re always interrupting me.” You sighed as you motioned for him to continue. “I might have told him to go fetch a few things for you. Small things, of course, because relationships always need small gifts to fix things.” You raised a brow, a small smirk playing at the corner of your mouth. “Really?” Sebastian nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “You like each other! And you were doing so well! Surely Imelda talked with you?” “So, you two were in on it.” “Well, it wasn’t planned, if that’s what you’re implying. We just had similar goals.” You scoffed. “Look, Ominis is torn about this. He didn’t think that you would be upset about the whole thing! I admit, it’s definitely an invasion of privacy, but you know how his family is!” You nodded, mentioning the letter you received. “She sent you a letter? She never does that!” You shrugged, resting your cheek on your hand. “Look, just, try and listen to him, yeah? He cares, you care, I want to be the best man, we all want something!” You chuckled. The sound of footsteps sounded behind you, and you turned to see Ominis as he stood behind you, a small bag in his hand.

“Y/n, may I have a word?” Ominis asked, and you sighed as you stood up, sending a glare at Sebastian as he sent you a thumbs up. You left the common room and walked down the halls, just like you did when the whole ordeal started. “Ominis.” You started, glancing over at him as you walked. He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you; it was not my intention. It didn’t come to mind how you would feel if I told you about the letters.” You sighed as you nodded, watching your feet as you walked. “I apologize as well for how I acted; it was uncalled for.” Ominis nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. “You acted like a spoiled princess, just like you did when we first met.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “A spoiled princess? Really?” Ominis chuckled, “I like that about you, though. You know what you deserve, even if you don’t know it at the time.” He paused as he turned to you, handing you the small bag. “You deserved to know about the letters, and I know that you wanted a reason for your mother’s death, and I don’t blame you for thinking that my father had something to do with it. I thought the same, at first.” You took the bag from his hand slowly, the warm feeling of his hand against your own sending your heart into a stir. “It was still wrong of me, I shouldn’t have thought that way.” Ominis shrugged, “What’s done is done, but I do hope you can still forgive me, or at least accept my offerings.” You smiled as you looked in the bag.

Inside was a collection of treats that you adored, along with a new scarf made of some of the softest cotton you had ever felt. You reached in and found a small box, opening it and finding a silver necklace inside, a light emerald jewel hung from it. You gasped as you examined it, looking up at Ominis. “Ominis, you didn’t need to do all of this. I don’t deserve these gifts after I started this.” Ominis shook his head, reaching his hands out as he felt for yours, grabbing the necklace. “There you go again, thinking you don’t deserve something. Turn around.” You sighed as you turned, watching his hand appear in front of you as he placed the necklace around your neck, its cold metal a stark contrast to how warm you felt at that moment. He clasped the necklace and sighed, resting his forehead onto your shoulder. “This was a big ordeal, but I’m glad we could talk it out, I missed having you at my side.” You chuckled as you shook your head. “It was three days.” “Too long, if you ask me.” You sighed as you turned to Ominis, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Let's go on a date, you and me.” Ominis, whose cheeks had turned red from the sudden kiss, only turned redder, if that was possible. “A date?” You nodded, grabbing his hand as you walked down the hall to Hogsmeade. “Yes, we haven’t had an actual date yet. So, let’s have one.” Ominis nodded as he followed you, a smile growing on his lips.

You smiled to Sirona as you walked in, taking a seat in the corner of the tavern. She walked over, smiling at the two of you. “Need anything at the moment you two?” She asked, and you nodded. “Maybe two butterbeers would be fine, right Ominis?” You looked over to the boy who nodded, waving to Sirona. She smiled as she nodded, leaving for a few moments before returning with two mugs. “On the house today, just for you.” She winked at you, causing your face to heat up slightly, realizing that she knew what was going on. The two of you chatted for what felt like hours, Sirona coming up every now and then to check up on you, even offering some treats, which you gladly accepted. You watched as Ominis kept a smile throughout the date, the small tint of pink never leaving his cheeks.

Ominis listened to your voice; how he missed hearing you talk. He missed your laugh as well and couldn’t help himself from joining you as you giggled over something he said. He felt nervous, though, as he continued to think about you and how much he missed your presence, even after three days. His pocket felt heavy as he listened to you talk, feeling like he was falling even more in love with you as the seconds ticked away. His thoughts were broken, however, when a new voice joined yours.

“Hello there, y/n! Fancy seeing you here!” The voice said. Ominis recognized the voice; frowning as Amit stood before you. You smiled as you greeted him. “Hello there, Amit! It’s nice to see you.” “Likewise. It’s been a while since we last talked, I thought you had disappeared.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’m always around, you know that.” Ominis felt the frown grow on his lips as he listened to the two of you talk, noticing the flirty tone Amit was using. You hadn’t seemed to notice, however, as you continued to make small talk with the Ravenclaw. “If you’d allow me, why don’t I buy you a drink?” Your eyes widened as you stuttered, unsure what to do. Ominis quickly answered for you, however, his voice dark as he spoke. “Actually, she’s with me tonight. Like always.” You hid a smile as you watched Ominis glare in Amit’s direction, seemingly seething at Amit, who widened his eyes and took a step back. “Of course, I apologize, have a nice night!” With that, you watched, amused, as Amit awkwardly walked off.

You smiled at Ominis, letting out a chuckle. “So, this is what it feels like, watching someone get jealous.” Ominis scoffed as he shook his head, “At least I didn’t hex him like you wanted to.” “How did you know I wanted to?” “A gut feeling.” You laughed, watching Ominis’ face soften as he fumbled with his hands. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching Ominis as he looked down at his hands. “What’s on your mind, my dear Ominis?” You asked, watching his cheeks turn red as you spoke. Ominis shook his head as he continued to play with his hands under the table. You scoffed as you shook your head. “Something is, or else you wouldn’t be acting that way.” “I want to marry you.”

Your eyes widened when Ominis spoke, your heart seemingly skipping beats as you processed what he said. “Marry me? But we already are supposed-“ “I want to actually marry you. Not because it was already arranged, but because I want to.” Your breath got caught in your chest, the heat in your cheeks only growing hotter the more he spoke. “Maybe I wanted to marry you when we first met, because you didn’t care that I was blind and still wanted me to shake your hand. Maybe it was when you described the world around us for me, or when we found your mother’s ring, and you let me place it on your finger. Perhaps it was when I broke your trust, and you hid from me for those three days. I missed you during those days, you weren’t describing things to me, and I felt like I couldn’t see.” He took a breath, pulling his hands up from under the table, a box identical to the one that held the necklace laid in his hands. You sat there, unmoving, as you felt the world come to a stop. “I want to properly propose, and the wedding to be real, if you’d let me.” He opened the box and showed you a ring identical to the necklace, a silver band adorned with small, pale emeralds, the silver band extending around to hold the jewels decorating each side. It shined in the soft light of the tavern, and you felt your heart almost stop beating.

“You actually want to marry me? Like, you want to?” You whispered, unable to believe what you were witnessing. Ominis smiled as he nodded. “I love you, obviously, and I want to marry you. You have my love and my heart, you always have, and I want you to keep them.” You felt your cheeks become wet, noticing that you had started to cry. Was the feeling that held your heart love, the same love that others felt when they were with someone special? You reached you hand out and grazed it against his, whispering seemingly to yourself. “I do love you, clear as day.” Ominis smiled, taking your hand as he placed the ring on your finger, placing a kiss to your hand.

Sirona watched the two of you as she smiled, noting the events to relay to Sebastian later, who practically danced when she told him about it. “I’m going to be the best man, just you wait. I knew my plan would work!” Sirona shook her head as she smiled, enjoying the events she had been allowed to witness.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt angst #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #sirona ryan #heavy angst #lots of fluff tho #harry potter

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yuri-is-online · 3 months

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Ruggie 🤝 yuu 🤝 jamil

Being tired of everyone's shit.

They can be polyarmory or something. Of you're so tired you're ready to just fall over? Idk bitch have a cuddle and a quick nap. The two others can watch your respective spoiled little shit for you. They can all feed eat each other their cooking while screaming about their uncertain futures. Making plans to try and stay together while all silently acknowledging that it may all be for naught. But hey, if it does all go to shit, at least they had these moments of peace and freedom while they lasted. (They all breathe a huge sigh of relief when, years later, they're standing at an altar with matching rings and trying not to cry).

On another note. Adueceyuu is one of my favorite ships unironically. Classic friends to lovers trope with a big ol' slice of possible angst. Just going through the whole "What are we" anxiety stage and them not wanting to put a label of it because, "what if yuu leaves?" "What if we all drift during internships?" "What if we all hate each other next year?" "What if our entire dynamic changes as soon as we acknowledge this thing we're doing for what it is?" And they're trying to save themselves the heartache.

And then it all just boils over at a party when they start making out in the heat of the moment or something stupid like that. Have fun dealing with the consequences of those actions ace! Cause duece is ready to commit and do the honorable thing and yuu already rearranging their entire lifes future in their head to stay with their stupid stupid boys.

Grim looks on in utter disgust

>Grim looks on in utter disgust I live for this dynamic with him because it literally only applies to Ace and Deuce. He is ok with everyone else, just not those two. He knows what you are. (idiots)

I'm not the biggest fan of poly ships if I am being honest, I'm strictly monogamous so writing for poly stuff well/at all is hard for me. But for some reason literally none of that applies to Adueceyuu, I unironically love them all together. I think Deuce is the first to realize his feelings for Yuu, but he struggles with his feelings for Ace. He knows they're there of course, but he also has this image of Ace in his head as his rival he isn't fully willing to give up. Ace makes such a big deal of how lame romance is Deuce isn't willing to deal with the humiliation of being rejected and made fun of. Ace on the other hand... he knows what he's feeling but he is going to deny it for as long as he can for all of the exact reasons you listed. He loves so deeply and is so protective of both of them, but he cannot say it out loud because then that makes it real. So all three of them do this awkward dance that's just painful for the other members of their friend group to watch because they know that the card trick trio aren't together together, but try telling that to the rest of the school. You can't.

Que a fourth year graduation party where Ace opens his stupid bratty mouth and suddenly he's getting tagged teamed with open mouth kisses by both Deuce and Yuu, and wakes up the next morning with Yuu squished firmly between him and Deucey. Good luck getting out of this one Ace.

He totally pretends he was the one who asked them both out and made it official but all you have to do is glance at the look his partners faces to know that's not the truth.

I like the situation you wrote for Jamil and Ruggie, they clearly have mutual respect for each other in GloMas and both are deeply sympathetic to Yuu's situation. I could see them planning together for the future behind Yuu's back and discussing if they should encourage Yuu to stay, unfamiliar with the feelings of guilt the idea brings. It would be such a relief for them when things work out for them without any underhanded tactics.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #suggestive #Adueceyuu #<my computer tried to spell check that to adultery #i feel like sebek would unironically fight ace or deuce if they kept dragging their feet about asking each other out #he likes novels right?#he's ranting to epel on a daily basis about how if this was one he would have dnfed it already and epel is just like #“no”#“I wanna see how messy this can get bring some bicardi to our next get together I'm making us play truth or dare”

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randomimaginesforrandompeople · 1 year

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So wrong | Carlos Sainz imagine

a/n: so i couldn't sleep and randomly started writing this? just want to say that i obviously do not condone any form of cheating at all, i just felt inspired to write this for some reason? also gif is not mine and i hope you enjoy x

warnings: reader and carlos are both cheating, mentions of smut, angst? idk im not good at writing angst i think but i see this as practice lol, probably bad english.

you know you shouldn't have come. you should have gone straight home, back where he was. but instead you had driven here. you had zoned out when driving and you had driven here like it was muscle memory.

it shouldn't have been a surprise, you had driven up here countless of times before. however those times were justified, those were the times he was still yours. those were the times you were allowed to drive up there to see him. you should not be here. but you couldn't pull yourself to actually start the car and get out of the driveway.

a mishap, that's what you had called it the first time you had woken up next to carlos again. you had gotten very drunk at carmen's birthday party. your boyfriend hadn't been able to make it due to work and the alcohol clouded your judgement; or so you justified.

you and carlos had history, being near him felt safe again, familiar. it had been years ago, you had been young and foolish. the two of you not ready for a real relationship, not with the commitments you both had. so you broke up and it tore you apart. but over time the pain you felt made place for peace. you had met your boyfriend and you liked him, it was all good. you heard through mutual friends that carlos also had started dating again, and you thought you had gotten over it, you really did.

but when you saw carlos that night from across the room, white button up with the two top buttons unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, drink in hand and gorgeous smile adorning his face as he talked to george and lando, you realised that you may still have some feelings bubbling under the surface.

although you swore you only had good intentions when you made your way over there to greet them. and you swore the lingering touches and held gazes were only friendly. until they weren't and he had you pressed against the bathroom sink with two of his big fingers stretching you out.

he had driven you home that night and he had made you come once already before you two had reached the bedroom, making you come like only he could. you had woken up feeling incredibly guilty, thoughts of your boyfriend flooding your mind. put when carlos had pulled you against his chest and rasped out how much he had missed this, those thoughts quickly evaporated.

you knew it was wrong. it was aching your stomach, you felt bad. your boyfriend didn't deserve this. you were well aware that you needed to end this, you were in a relationship and so was carlos. however every time you tried, you ended up between his sheets for another night.

I'm outside. you had texted him ten minutes ago but you couldn't bring yourself to get out of the car yet. you weren't ready for whatever was inside, you weren't ready to face those big brown eyes and tell carlos that this was really the last time you would see him. the porch lights went on, carlos had read your message. he was probably wondering why you didn't just come in.

the pit inside of your stomach grew heavier as you finally unbuckled your seatbelt. you let out a shaky breath that you didn't know you were holding and as you got out of the car you saw carlos waiting for you in the dooropening.

''what took you so long amor?'' you plastered on a smile "just replying to some messages." you quickly passed him, nerves growing with each step you set within the house. the tension was already thickening, you had never been good at hiding your feelings. it was actually something carlos laughed at, he thought it was cute how your face was worth more than a thousand words. when you were watching horror movies and you were looking at a particularly gory scene, you would always hear his bouldering laugh next to you and when you'd look at him, he'd kiss your scrunched up nose and tell you that you even looked cute when you were disgusted.

"I know why you're here." you tensed up. you were glad you weren't facing him, you don't think you could right now. you'd know just how he'd look, arms crossed over his chest, serious face and big eyes hard as stone. he always got stoïc when he got upset. you felt him shuffle behind you and you knew he was coming closer, your expectations proven to be right as you felt his hand softly grasp your arm, the touch sending cold shivers down your spine.

"y/n..." you turned around, you had to. it was inevitable. you had to tell him that this couldn't happen anymore. that you were staying with your boyfriend and remind him of his girlfriend. you were going to tell him, tell him how the sneaking around made you feel sick to your stomach and how it wasn't worth it. it shouldn't be worth it.

you looked up at his face and all the words you had died in your throat. you had expected him to be cold, stoïc, maybe even a little angry. but what you saw in front of you was nothing like you had thought you would see him.

he was visibly upset, his big brown eyes full of an emotion you couldn't decipher. it almost seemed like desperation? "please, I can't lose you just," he took both of your hands in his, he wasn't looking directly at you. "not again, y/n i can't lose you again." he nearly whispered.

you knew it was wrong, very wrong but how could you turn him down? not when he was vulnerable with you like this. you took a hand and gently cupped his face. "i'm not going anywhere." you saw a look of surprise flash across his face and then it turned into relieve. you felt it as he pressed his lips against you.

this wasn't just sex, maybe it never was. you could feel every ounce of feeling he poured into the kiss and you couldn't help but match it, letting yourself go to places you hadn't let yourself go before, you knew you were too far gone anyway. you weren't strong enough to end it, not now. you weren't sure if you ever would be, not when he told you he couldn't lose you and kissed you like this.

"thank you" he whispered against your lips. you knew that everything about what you were doing was wrong, but in that moment all you could focus on was the sound of his heart beating and the way he made you feel. you would deal with the rest later, now all you needed was to be with carlos.

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 2 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 23 !!!

I'm back batchers rip my sleep schedule lmao but nothing can stop me from watching tbb

I've got my skittles and my tumblr and disney+ and I'm ready to go 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x03

this entire planet looks like it's made of spice

nervous imperial you're not fooling anyone my dude

Tawni Ames 👑 shoutout to the queen herself Tasia Valenza 💕

CORUSCANT !!!

CROSSHAIR 🥺🥲😭💕❤ I missed you sm (I watched s1 hours ago 🤫)

another Kallus parallel 👀

regs will always hate tbb lololol

Rampart 🔫😁(me, I hate his guts)

32 rotations... 32 ROTATIONS I- 😫

the empire are bitches and we don't negotiate with terrorists

the memorial wall 🥲 (we're gonna pretend it isn't a bunch of random letters hehe)

a few behind Crosshair literally say: sdflkphi, dkniihqaz, aweututn, qqhgouer ~ anyone know more aurebesh than me who can explain this pls ??

he called him by his name !!!

CODY CODY CODY CODY 💕💕💕💕👑👑👑👑

Cody's face when Crosshair mentions the jedi 😭

the only two without their helmets on !!!

FLASHBACK TO THE FIRST BAD BATCH APPEARANCE IN TCW 👀

"mmhmmmm" ~ battle droid, bro 💀

"Dooku was right in the end" real

"We always get shot down when we travel with regs" 👀

"How unfortunate... for you" ~ someone else said this and now I can't find it 🙃 anyway I'm pretty sure it was Crosshair idk

the droid high five lmaooo

clever boys 👑

Crosshair and Cody team up will never fail to make me happy 👌

"I've beaten clankers with far less" tbb mention 🥲💕

Cody trusting Crosshair 🥰 "you do make things interesting" I'd love to see early Cody + tbb missions pretty pretty please 🥺

my mans doesn't even flinch !!!!!

I can feel his smirk when he blows up the tank hehe

Cody has a jetpack and still went nah Ican make that jump 😂 I mean he did but still

Cody complimenting Crosshair 💕

WYLER AND NOVA OWN MY HEART FR

droidekas !!!

Wyler r.i.p my love 💔

There is just something about clones vs droids ya know

Crosshair and Nova silent communication I love it 👌

Cody screaming for Nova and Crosshair pulling him away 😭😭😭😭

r.i.p Nova my beloved 💔

Crosshair's discs !!!!

backflip !!!!

knife knife knife knife knife- 👀

Crosshair calling for Cody to help 🙃

KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE-

Crosshair putting the puck in Cody's hand - bro at first I thought mans was too injured to move the way he was like 'throw it for me I can do it from laying down in this spiral staircase' and he makes the shot and stands up 2 seconds later and is back to committing war crimes ?? Crosshair you dramatic bitch 💀

"nice throw" "nice shot" 🥰🥰🥰🥰

notice how the tk troopers got captured so they send clones to get them out.... 🙃

Mina Bonteri 💔

"peace was never an option" devastating

the clone music when Cody reasons with Tawni 😫🤧

Crosshair following orders but also saving Cody from having to kill Tawni

the Crosshair music 🥲

"so much for peace" 💔

"put her body in the square" but I can imagine how gentle he would have been with her body... do you think he left his helmet off so the people could see his face or did he cover his face for that

Ok I want to go full english teacher for a moment I'll do it in a few eps watch this space 👀

Crossy and his lil toothpick 💕 (he just murdered someone)

the clones did the dirty work now more tk troopers arrive 😡

Cody's whole speech 💔😭 "we make our own choices and we have to live with them too" knowing he's thinking about everything he's done and thinking he killed Obi-Wan... what if I screamed into the abyss ???

Crosshair not being able to sleep 😫

Rampart doesn't even know their names 😡

OKAY do we think "gone awol" means Cody has actually left or is he awol the same way Wilco is??

COME ON CROSSHAIR JUST LEAVE THE EMPIRE ALREADY 😫

hehe thank you for coming to my 2am tbb rewatch (again hehe) 💕 sorry it's late again if you saw any spelling miatakes no you didn't 🤟

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dearestvante · 6 months

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stuck with you; kth. | 01.

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader , namjoon x fem!reader genre: non-idol au, exes to lovers (?), roomates au, angst, fluff (??idk), miniseries warnings: short chapters, lowercase writing, swearing, kinda toxic relationship, unrequited love, fear of commitment, use of petnames (baby & honey), tae is a menace and an asshole but that’s cause he loves you and you’re with someone else right in front of him wc: 1k

masterlist.

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your soft giggles fill the room as your boyfriend kisses you all over the face then moves down to your neck, even though he knows how ticklish you are.

“joon, stop, i might hurt you!” you say as your head falls back, against the armrest of the couch, still giggling.

“you could never hurt me, baby” your boyfriend replies, kissing you so gently, sometimes you wonder if he even wants to. you were not used to this softness, kisses with your ex were always so passionate, breathless, even.

nice, here we go again. you’re making out with your boyfriend yet still, you’re thinking about your ex. and his kisses. and the way his long, delicate fingers roamed your body every time he pressed his soft, pink lips on yours.

suddenly the lock on the front door turns and, speak of the devil, the person from your thoughts appears behind it. the scene doesn’t faze either of you, considering you still live together.

you push namjoon away, and sit up on the couch, smoothing out your clothes. your boyfriend does the same, though also throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

“don’t stop for my benefit” taehyung says as he walks through the living room, towards his room, a cocky smile spreading across his face. he always does that. no “sorry for interrupting” or anything, just a childish joke or an insensitive comment, and every time, you wish you would’ve just kicked him out the day you two broke up, instead of letting him stay until he finds a new place. but something inside of you didn’t let you do that.

“why is he still here?” joon asks you, with one eyebrow raised, his jaw tensed. he’s angry, and you can’t exactly blame him.

“cause apartments are not cheap” taehyung answers instead of you, ignoring the fact that he’s not really part of the conversation. “but i don’t expect you to know that, having mommy and daddy resolve everything for you”

namjoon is seconds away from breaking your ex boyfriend’s perfectly sculpted face, you can already see him clenching his fist. yes, he was wealthy - well, his parents were - but he never bragged about it, nor he took everything he got for granted. you knew about his status, because he was your boyfriend, but how did taehyung find out about it was a mystery.

you take namjoon’s hands, rubbing them with your thumbs, comfortingly.

“don’t listen to him, baby” you say, making taehyung scoff and retreat to his room. “he wants to see you pissed off, don’t give him that”

“next time, you’re coming over. i can’t deal with this shit anymore”

“i will. and i’m sorry” you say, lowering your gaze, but he lifts your chin up.

“it’s not your fault that he’s a dick” he claims, and leans closer to kiss you once again. and you’re waiting for those butterflies to finally wake up and cause that sweet feeling in your stomach, but they never show.

taehyung was standing in the kitchen, ready to enjoy his bowl of jjajjangmyeon, when your bedroom door opened, revealing you and your boyfriend, hand in hand, smiling at each other. safe to say, he lost his appetite very quickly. to clear any misunderstandings, you weren’t the problem. your angelic smile that turned his whole world upside down wasn’t it either. the buff, six-feet-tall man on your right, and the fact that he was the cause of your joy, that was the problem. he hated namjoon with every little cell in his body. not because he was such a bad person - he was quite the opposite, actually, which made taehyung hate him even more - but because he had you. he could hold your hand, kiss you, touch you. all the things taehyung couldn’t do anymore. but who’s fault was that, actually?

he turned his back to the two of you, but still kept watching, from the corner of his eye. namjoon talked about something as you walked through the living room, you watching him so attentively, even if it was something you didn’t really understand or cared too much about. the same way you used to look at him, every time he tried to explain to you one of his new projects. eyes glued on him, nodding continuously, always asking questions or sharing your own ideas to show that you care. cause you did, you always cared about him. the memory makes him smile faintly.

“don’t tell me your little prince has a curfew, it’s not even ten pm” he says after you close the door behind namjoon. “damn, maybe living in a luxury apartment for free isn’t all that”

“he doesn’t” you reply, as you walk into the kitchen area, with your arms folded, brows furrowed.

“want some?” taehyung asks, pushing his bowl of ramyeon towards you.

“taehyung, i don’t understand you. you broke up with me, now one minute you act like we’re friends and then in the next, you treat me like i don’t even exist. not to mention your attitude towards my boyfriend…”

taehyung’s jaw tenses cause of that last word, the one he wishes you would never use for anyone else. he doesn’t say anything, mind too blurred to formulate a coherent thought, so he just storms into his room. on his way he can hear your last words and your sigh.

“my point, exactly.”

he’s leaning against the door, aggressively wiping away the stray tears, born from frustration and anger. he’s not angry at you, he could never be. he’s angry at himself, for being a coward, an idiot, for letting you go so easily. he fucked up, badly. you probably hate him by now, and you have every reason to. you should hate him, he thinks, for treating you like this. but at the same time, he can’t help but selfishly hope that someday, somehow you might take him back. he knows he has to fix this, he wants to fix this, but he doesn’t have the courage to do what it takes.

he sits there for a while, like the sad, little boy who’s afraid of his own feelings.

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a/n. hey lovelies! i'm back, with a new fic and im planning on making this one mature, something i've never done before, so bear with me pls and minors stay away!!! anywayss i hope you will enjoy it as much as i did writing it hehe. take care ❤️‍🩹

#kim taehyung #bts x reader #taehyung ff #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #bts x fem!reader #taehyung x female reader #namjoon ff #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n

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Re: Billy, yeeaahh, I think there’s exactly one *potential* way Billy could have been persuaded to leave without a fight and that’s if Chrissy was there at the Byers for some reason and she and Steve tricked Billy into thinking he saw her instead of Max. (1/ hopefully 2)

Why is Chrissy there? I don’t know. Maybe this is a ‘Chrissy and Steve are cousins’ au and he called her over in the hopes that her presence would stop the Party from sneaking out to commit arson to save Will’s life. Maybe she actually got caught up in everything last year bc she tagged along with Steve when he went to apologize (probably another cousins au scenario). Maybe she saw Max skateboarding, thought it was cool, and started a conversation. (Part 3 incoming)

(3/3) Cheerleading is pretty hard, so if Max was either already aware of that or found out while talking/hanging out with Chrissy, I think it’s reasonable that Max might admire Chrissy, which could potentially result in Chrissy being asked to the junkyard (especially if Max didn’t buy Lucas’s story, which I don’t think she did).

oooh fascinated by Steve and Chrissy being sporty cousins who are basically siblings tho. Steve who calls Chrissy his "sister but actually my cousin but basically my sister" in his brain because she's maybe 7/8 months younger than him so was in the grade below but they grew up together and almost all the baby pictures have them together in matching outfits :') they saved worms together from the pavement after it rained. Chrissy put them in Steve's hair and he cried. (she did this many times) They sit beside each other at family gatherings and just much sly and cutting mean girl comments about their relatives to make the other laugh. Or make distressed faces at each other from across the table when grandpa Otis is getting drunk and ready to rant.

Chrissy who Steve called during his sad boy clean up his own mess hours and she was like "okay I'll drive you to the byers house? You got knocked around I'll drive please don't get in a wreck auntie Diane would kill me." and she waits in the car for him but then Shit Goes Down and there's lights flashing and Steve runs out, but he stops, and looks back. and then locks eyes with Chrissy, and runs back in. So she follows. And finds out monsters are real right beside her brother-cousin.

yeah okay I'm digging Chrissy and Steve cousins au but it HAS to be coupled with Chrissy lives au I can't do that to them. I can't make Steve try to clear Eddie's name while mourning the only family he's known loved him. (but GOD a Jason/steve confrontation in that au? where jason is like she was your family! and steve is like I know!! That's why you need to believe me that Eddie didn't do this! I want revenge just as much as you! oh god this is so sad no no Chrissy lives in harrington cousin au.)

Anyway but Yeah. I think, like. Billy just wanted to punch someone. I guess because Chrissy is a pretty and popular girl, he would at least hesitate in his itch for a fight. Billy doesn't respect women but he's savvy enough to get in with Tommy, Steve's former bestie, so he knows enough that Chrissy isn't someone he wants to be on the bad side of. So perhaps it would...slow down? the events? idk. I really do think once Billy saw Steve or Lucas he wasn't leaving without punching someone. She could try to convince him it was her in the window, if Steve had gone out first, and that might give the kids time to hide better, but Steve isn't leaving s2 without getting punched by Billy in place of Lucas. It's one of those "locked in the timeline" things for me. Sorry Steve :( at least sometimes you aren't knocked out completely.

this answer is all over the place haha but post s3 pre s4 chrissy seeing Max skateboarding and thinking it's pretty cool and striking up a little mentor-friendship with her is so cute. Two lonely girls</3 Maybe Max teaches her to kickflip and Chrissy Teaches her to cartwheel... holds her ankles up to get the feel for it...and for a little while they don't feel so alone... aww... I love giving Max role models and older girls to look up to. She's got Steve but she deserves some girls looking out for her.

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #chrissy and steve #stranger things au #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #imliterallyjustsittinghere #billy hargrove

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 2 months

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SOLDER POET KING 👀 if you want to talk about it. Idk if you want specific questions or anything. How's it going.

But also. If you want multiple. My eyebrows went up so fast they tried to escape my face when I read "Nielan Brokeback Mountain AU"

Hi Woob!

I would LOVE to talk about Soldier, Poet, King and the Brokeback Mountain AU!!

SPK first:

It's going surprisingly well considering how long it's been since I posted 😂! I've been working verrrry slowly on the next chapter - for most of that time I've had a very vague, general idea of how I want the story to go from here but fairly early on I hit a stumbling block with the specifics of actually getting it to go there. But I've very recently figured it out!! Shower thoughts to the rescue!! So now that I have the concrete idea I just need to write it, which as we all know is also at least half the battle. That being said, there's just shy of 5k words of the next chapter written already, and I'll probably end up doing at least another few thousand before the chapter's done and ready to post. And also, while I'm not going to actually commit to a chapter count because I still don't actually know for sure exactly how much story we have left before the end, I would like to get it done in under 20, which would mean at most 6 more chapters (or 5 that are currently not written at all)? And honestly it'll probably be fewer than that considering how much I try to cram in each chapter and how close we actually are to the climax of everything I wanted to do with this story.

And now the Brokeback Mountain AU, my beloved! Ugh I (mentally) fucking roll around in this fic like a pig in mud so often it's a little embarrassing, but actually sitting down to plot/write it? I keep ending up writing the OPCU instead for the Cowboy Vibes since they're much less depressing (which is why the OPCU exists in the first place) 😅

In case you've missed the few bits I've shared for it before, I've tentatively titled it 'I Wish I Could Quit You', which I've realized since doing is a quote I've slightly misremembered, so I might end up changing it to the actual quote - or I might just leave it! I like the way it flows as it is.

I haven't posted anything new for the AU in a while so I hope you'll accept this very short little bit of brainstorming I had in my notes app a while back about who Nie Mingjue (he's Ennis Del Mar in this AU) would marry and why:

"Nie Mingjue is already engaged to Wen Qing when he meets Xichen. They met as children thanks to their parents and they've kept in contact, bonding a little over the shared experience of being orphans raising their brothers. They're both too practical and busy to wonder if their mutual respect is affection or not so they've gotten themselves engaged recently, and by the time they marry that autumn he comes down off the mountain, they have (separately) talked themselves into thinking it's romantic love."

And as a thank you gift for asking, some brand new thoughts (well I've thought them before but haven't written them until now) about how I think their arc will continue!

I think Wen Qing sees Nie Mingjue's loneliness and anger, knows exactly where a lot of it comes from (though of course not all of it), but she still doesn't really know how to help. She's good at fixing him up when he comes home with the occasional injury from working such hard jobs, she's good at rubbing the tension out of his aching muscles at the ends of long, gruelling days, but something in her doesn't know how to be emotionally vulnerable enough to let him be vulnerable in return. They don't talk about his feelings, or hers. They have two daughters, and it doesn't do anything to fix either of their issues, it only makes them worse. By the time Xichen comes to visit and she sees her husband kissing this old 'buddy' of his with a desperate passion he's never once had for her, she's almost relieved, under all the hurt and disgust and anger. She stays with him because she doesn't know what else to do, but she knows him now and it taints everything, it makes her feel stupid and foolish and useless and her pride just won't allow this to go on for much longer. They fight more and more and more, and she finally leaves him when she can force herself to face the fact that it'll just have to be her and their girls against the world, and maybe that'll be better than being trapped in a tiny apartment with this enormous man who loves in a way she can't understand. Whatever this is, she can't fix it - she never could. As much as it hurts, and as furious as his issue makes her every time he lies to her to keep fucking his 'friend', she accepts the inevitable and files for divorce without telling him what she knows. Nie Mingjue never misses a single child support payment or his turn to take one or both of the girls, even when she knows he's broke or busy with his seasonal work.

#ask #woobifiedvillain #Soldier Poet King #Brokeback Mountain Nielan AU #I Wish I Could Quit You #WIPs #thanks for asking 🥰

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skibasyndrome · 21 days

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Hey Simon 💜,

9, 10, 11, 14, 19, 20, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 and 30 for the music ask thingie (sorry I know those are a lot feel free to just answer to the ones you want to answer)

Hope you'll have a wonderful rest of the day!

Hiiii Sophia! Thank you so much for all the numbers! I skipped some that I already got in another ask 💜💜💜

9:A song that makes you happy

Ohhh, I immediately think of photosynthese by Dilla & emi x because we somehow always end up listening to that when we are having a fun game or dance or just vibing night with my friends and so I've been pavloved to get instant happiness from it!

10:A song that makes you sad

Oh god, SO many!!! But Little Death by +44 will aaaaalways hit so hard. Aaaaand I love that we had those talks about connecting it to Wilmon hehe <3

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

Oh this question feels like a biiig commitment. But I thought of I'm Ready (specifically the MTV Unplugged version) by Bryan Adams and I feel like that's a very good slow dance wedding song, although it also makes me wanna cry, but maybe that's a good thing?

19:A song that makes you think about life

Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face just feels like... idk. Nostalgia and future at the same time? I can't explain it tbh. Also I don't even think I know the lyrics, whenever that song comes up I am 100% vibes.

20:A song that has many meanings to you

Pheeeeew hmmm, this is very difficult because I usually settle on one interpretation for most songs I listen to. I guess one of my all time favorites that I don't have a fixed interpretation for is Stockholm Syndrome by blink-182

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Is it cheating if it's a name from ancient myths? Because if not, I've got two for you! Icarus by Bastille (this song fucks, I have no other way of explaining it) and Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths (thanks for the fire fanfic title and for the beautiful ache in my heart I get literally every single time I listen to this)

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

This is so much harder than ALL the other questions, omfg. One song that feels so... magical that I want lots more people to know it is Familiar by Agnes Obel

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Okay instead of going kinda philosophical with this: Walking Disaster by Sum 41 will not only forever be the soundtrack of my teenage years, but "Son of all bastards" (aka the title of this very blog lol) is easily one of my favorite lines ever and feels very me

Send me music asks

#sillylittleflower #answered #ask game

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 9 months

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Pattern of Intent

This fic is a YEAR OLD TODAY! 😮 I've been kind of re-reading where/how I started in the fandoms I write for. When I started I didn't have a tumblr account, and even after i got one, I didn't really post my fics to tumblr, only to ao3... So i've decided as their "birthdays" come up, i'm going to post them. I missed a few so i might post those randomly just to get them added to my pinned list, but idk. Criminal Minds, Garvez Luke certainly isn't waiting for Penelope to show up to work, and Penelope would never get up early just to see Alvez.

WC: 767 Ao3

He was a morning person, an early-bird, always up before the sun and first to work. So it came as no surprise when he found himself alone in the FBI parking structure, sitting in his truck. He wasn’t waiting for someone, no, he wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t situated, seatbelt unbuckled listening to music in the front seat having gotten here too early busying himself for the next arrival. He definitely wasn’t waiting for Penelope Garcia to show up so that he could have a blessed moment alone with her riding the elevator. He wasn’t doing that because that would be weird and a little obsessive and they were teammates, and he wasn’t weird. Or obsessive. He just liked this song and wanted to finish it, and if another happened to come on after, that he also liked, well he had time to listen to that one, too. It reminded him of his mom, and maybe he should call her…no, it was too early. But if he called her, he would need to stay here and talk, he wouldn’t want to walk through the building on the phone, that would be rude and Luke Alvez was not rude. Just like he was not sitting in his truck waiting for his coworker to show up.

She was not a morning person, but for some reason she’d found herself rising with the sun. It was definitely Sergio causing a scene snoring too loud and purring against her face and she figured, what the heck she might as well get ready and go to work. She was not intentionally showing up earlier than normal in the hopes of catching another early arriving agent, knowing that particular agent was likely to be there before everyone else. No, she would never do that because she didn’t even like him. She hated him in fact. He bothered her. Loathed being trapped in the elevator with him. She was just going in because she was already up and why not get an early start on paperwork, compile files, make the most of her day? She was being a good agent, she was not looking to find Luke. And so seeing his truck in the lot did not send waves of excitement through her body. And seeing him in the front seat did not cause trills to her heart. And when he looked out his window to see her parking two spaces away and his eye caught hers and he smiled she only smiled out of civility, not because she couldn’t help herself from smiling whenever she saw his face. No, Penelope Garcia did not.

He didn’t twist his head expecting to see her, knowing the sound of her car because he had no reason to commit it to memory. And a grin didn’t break out across his face at the sight of her showing up early, or at simply seeing her, he was just a happy person. He definitely didn't shut off the radio and get out the second he saw her turn off her car, the song just happened to end at that exact moment and he didn’t like the next one. And he wasn’t waiting around for her to approach him, he just needed to check something on his phone. He didn’t smile at her warm and full and goofy and reflexively from just her sauntering up to him because that would not be an appropriate reaction to have at seeing a coworker. And he wasn’t handing her coffee from her favorite shop because he stopped there to get it for her, he just liked it too and they happened to have an extra and it happened to be her exact order.

They did fall into step and share 'good mornings’ because that’s what good teammates did, right? And they only got on the elevator alone because they just happened to be the only ones there. There were no secret smiles and flirty lovesick eyes, she definitely didn’t touch up her cherry-red lipstick while not breaking eye contact, and his tongue certainly didn’t peak out before pulling his lower lip in, and their fingers didn’t brush and their breathing didn’t slow and they didn’t find themselves inches apart as the doors dinged opened. Because they were in an elevator on FBI property. In the building they both worked in. And they were teammates. And it would be wrong. And she didn’t even like him. It definitely didn’t happen. And it wouldn’t happen again the following morning, or the one after that, because that would be a pattern. That would be intentional.

#criminal minds #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #secret pining #a03 #snails tales #fanfic

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seokjinsonlyone · 3 years

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so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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sunshinericciardo · 2 years

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𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐃𝐑𝟑 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

a/n: bare with me because this is gonna be a multiple part story. it's based on a true story so i already have the base of the story downk, just need to finetune it hehe.

word count: 1.1k ish

gif credits to owner

and a very very very big thank you to @welld0nebaku for helping me out the way you did, ily <3

read part two here

warnings: alcohol, intimidation, protective dan, mentions of farmer dan, liiiiittle bit of angst.

it's a saturday evening and you and your friends are getting ready for an old fashioned girls night. it's been way too long since you've all managed to find a date that works well for all four of you and decided to make the best of it. with glasses of rosé scattered around your apartment, your pre party playlist coming through the speakers and the entire room being filled with your chatter and laughter, you're all getting ready to go out.

as you wrap your hair around your curling iron, you see your phone light up from the table.

daniel: you going out tonight?

you roll your eyes at the thought of him most likely showing up after work, yet you pick up your phone after setting your curling iron down.

you: maybe, why?

you put your phone back down and continue curling your hair, not even managing to wrap the entire strand of hair around the iron when you see a new text coming in again.

daniel: just curious.. something wrong?

you: no lol, i'm with the girls now.

you: what are your plans for tonight?

daniel: probably going out tonight, not sure, pretty tired though.

you decided to ignore the text as you'll most defenitely see him if he goes out, which, you know that he'll go once he finds out you're there.

you eventually manage to finish your hair and makeup and take one last look in the mirror. you see leah, one of your best friends, walking over to you.

"holy fuck, babe, you look insane!" she gushes. you twirl around one time, giving her a full 360 of your look for tonight. you went for a simple but very elegant looking low back satin dress in a champagne gold color that ended half way up your thigh. you paired it with minimalistic gold jewelry and black strappy heels.

you take a look at your friend who is dressed in a pair of beautiful dusky rose dress pants and a matching top. "says you, oh my god!" you basically scream while you take in the looks of your beautiful best friend.

you hear your phone buzzing from where it's put on the table, making you and leah look in the direction of your phone.

daniel: why are you ignoring me

daniel: babe

daniel: idk if you're going out tonight

daniel: but if you're not - you're always welcome to come over

daniel: i'm most likely not going.

you roll your eyes at the amount of texts he's sent and how needy he is. you look at leah who is now silently wiggling her eyebrows with a smirk you want to slap off her face so badly.

"stop it, leah." you murmur, grabbing your phone and removing the notifications from your lock screen. you didn't feel like replying right away.

"what?!" she chuckled. "come on, y/n, we all know you two have been texting, just admit that you like him." you choose to ignore her, she'll never understand.

you and daniel have been friends for a few years now. you met at leah's boyfriend's birthday party and hit it off right away. although you haven't been in close contact all this time, every now and then he'll text you in hopes that you have changed your mind on romance; yet you always give the same answer. "i don't do romance, love." usually he'd back off as soon as you'd say that but this time he stayed. he continuously texts you throughout the day, just wanting to be in contact with you. with you balancing school and a full time job and him practically working 24/7 neither of you have enough time to actually meet up or hang out so you usually stick to texting and late night phonecalls whenever either one of you needs the other.

there are often times where you'd hate yourself for not being the relationship kind of person. you just can't stand commitment in that type of way. even though daniel could be the one for you. he's absolutely one of the nicest and most respectful guy you've ever met. his sense of humor is exactly what you need in order to be able to get through the days at work. he works hard, it's just that he works too hard. he's a farmer and he'll eventually take over the farm from his dad.

in theory, you and daniel would make the perfect couple and everyone sees it. it's just that you don't see yourself settling down with anyone ever.

you walk in to the living room with your still full glass of wine and sit down on your couch, waiting for your friends to finish getting ready.

about an hour later you and your friends get off the train and walk to your local bar. you're immediately heading towards the bartender.

"hey cutie, what can i get you?" the bartender asks with a smug look on his face.

"just give me four shots." you ask him without making eye contact.

"i could if you give me your number."

while he says it you feel an arm wrap around your waist, keeping a strong hold on you. he presses a kiss to your cheek, smelling his cologne is enough for you to know that it's daniel saving your ass. mister bartender is still staring at you as you turn around and peck his lips. "hey babe." you practically shout, making him chuckle as you both turn back to face the bartender who is still frozen on his spot.

"sorry, she asked for four shots. does she need to make them herself?" daniel shouts, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

eventually, after what feels like the entire night, you finally receive your shots and you head back to your friends.

"what was that all about?" leah speaks up after downing the shot.

"the bartender was trying to hit on her and asked for her phone number. we all know how y/n feels about those things." daniel mumbles, barely audible over the loud music in the bar. you find your hand reaching for his and giving it a slight squeeze.

"yeah, thanks dan, i really appreciate that." you say before downing the shot.

"anytime, if anything happens, or if you ever feel uncomfortable, i'm literally here. use me, for that matter, as long as you're safe." you feel your heart melt a little with the words he's speaking. all you can do at this point is wrap your arms around his neck and just hold him.

you feel his hands hesitantly wrap around your waist and the two of you just stand there.

"thank you, dan." you mumble in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let him go.

#daniel ricciardo #danny ric #dr3 #farmer daniel #f1 #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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dbnightingale24 · 2 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

Holiday Mr. Freezy One Shot

Okay, so I’m just gonna start this off by saying that this is the darkest I’ve ever written. If you’re not into dark stories, PLEASE DO NOT READ this. Now, this is supposed to be a holiday follow up to ‘The Darker Side Of You’, but there was no way I could post this on Christmas lol. I almost didn’t post this at all, but thanks to @jtargaryen18 (a true angel), I am. Idk, buckle up and get ready for holiday cheer...Mr. Freezy style.

Word Count: 6558

Warnings: 18+, MINORS STAY FAR AWAY FROM THIS, dub-con, talks of murder, implied child murder, suicide attempt, SMUT, fluff (but like...Mr. Freezy fluff, so it’s a warning), murder, swearing, smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking, fighting, arguing, depression, conspiring to commit murder, murder kink, Stockholm Syndrome ...just read with caution. Read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert was slowly turning you into his perfect little homemaker, but what happens when he decides that sharing you with anyone is out of the question?

I do not give permission or consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I DO NOT condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes.

“Fuck me harder, please!” you softly slur as you beg Robert who is fucking you senseless from behind.

“C’mon baby, I know you can be louder than that for me,” he pants, his grip on you getting tighter.

“Shit! Tommy is sleeping-”

“Who gives a fuck?!” he exclaims, frustrated, and he pulls out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you snap, turning to face him and laying on your back.

“You’re so worried about waking up Tommy-”

“Oh, don’t start being a little bitch because everything isn’t about you all the fucking time!”

“Watch it-” he warned, darkness and lust very present in his eyes.

“Or what? The fucking least you could do is get me off! Jesus, I play along with this fucked up and ridiculous charade enough, don’t I?”

“If I recall correctly, you were all too happy to play along when you heard Samantha crying and begging for me not to fuck you while she was tied up,” he chuckled darkly, a devilish smile on his face. “And when I strangled her to death, you watched with pure glee as you got yourself off, then sucked my cock like the little whore you are as soon as her last breath left her body.”

“Fuck Robert,” you moan softly, not breaking eye contact with him as you clench your thighs together in a weak attempt to fight off the pressure building up between your legs.

“You were such a good little slut for me that night and I want you to be just as good tonight, you understand you little bitch?”

“Robert-”

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s sleeping! Bring him up one more time and I’ll solve the problem myself,” he warns ominously.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you scowl with a small hiccup “you wanna hear me scream?” you ask opening your legs. “Fucking work for it, you piece of shit.”

“Gladly,” he growls before pulling you towards him roughly as a small, drunken giggle escapes you.

You and Robert have been living in a sick and twisted hell for almost two years. Two years since Robert ruined the life you loved & forced you into hell with him.

You aren’t any closer to loving him but he’s all you have. He made sure to make himself all you had. He got you to stop talking to your friends and made sure to alienate you from your family (all by threatening to murder them), and he barely let you go out without him. The only time being when you needed to go grocery shopping, but even that had its setbacks. If you weren’t in the house after an hour and a half, he made sure to punish you later on at night.

You remember the first time you decided to test those waters and how it ended.

“Where the fuck were you?” Robert growled for the third time as you got dinner ready in your parents house.

“I’ve already told you-”

“Samantha gets grocery shopping in half the time-”

“Do I fucking look like Samantha to you? Besides, she isn’t being held captive in her own fucking house,” you muttered as you took a glass out of the cabinet.

“Y/N, I swear to Christ, you been talkin’ to the fuckin’-”

“The fucking who, Robert? The cops? My friends? My family? You’ll what? Kill them? Kill me? I fucking wish you so I could free of you, finally!” you snapped, finally reaching your breaking point.

You heard his fist colliding with your face before you felt it.

“I better not fucking find out you’re doing shit that you shouldn’t be doing, you little bitch,” he spat before roughly gripping your hair. “Or I swear to God, I’ll make you wish that I’d slowly killed you in that fucking warehouse,” he warned in a low growl.

“You’re acting like I don’t already,” you replied coldly before pushing him away from you and storming out of kitchen.

Yes, you told yourself he was all you had, but deep down in places you don’t and won’t talk about, some small part of you started to care for him.

You figured it would only a matter of time, because he was the only other person in your life. You cleaned his wounds, you listened to him when he vented his frustrations, you made him dinner, you fucked him daily, and he took care of you.

No, he was no fucking knight in shinning armor, but if you let yourself ignore what was happening, you could pretend just enough. Pretend he wasn’t a monster, pretend he hadn’t destroyed your life, pretend he hadn’t ripped almost every bit of innocence left in you, and pretend that he wasn’t turning you into someone you weren’t particularly a fan of.

However, for as much s you’ve started to care for him, it will never how much you hate him. How much you truly despise him for ruining everything.

But what could you do? Robert made it very clear that he was never going to set you free, and that you’d never leave his side.

At first, it was hell on earth. Especially after the funeral for Samantha. Killing his wife had been the first gift he’d ever given you. Yes, Robert was the one who had ruined your life, but by Samantha turning a blind eye to his cheating and never questioning what he did for a living, she was just as responsible as far as you were concerned.

The funeral was extremely mundane and you thought of telling everyone that it had been your idea, just so they would stop offering sympathy and leave you alone. It wasn’t enough that you had made it through the whole day without rolling your eyes and scoffing as everyone offered Robert their sympathies and condolences. No, you had to sit there and pretend to be the neighbor who took sympathy and felt bad for him and his son, Tommy. Who had to be sad that she lost a good family friend when she had just lost her parents not too long ago.

The whole thing was pathetic.

Whenever you think about that night, it has you excited and yearning for Robert in all the ways you shouldn’t.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Robert grunted as you continued to grind your hips against his and your clit rubbed against his pelvis. “Best fuckin' pussy I’ve ever been in!”

“Why....how could you both do this!?” Samantha cried from the chair she was bound to, blood dripping from her mouth and nose. “I trusted you, Y/N! You fucking bitch!”

“Oh? Aren’t you just a dirty fucking slut?” Robert groaned with a sick smile as you clenched around him and he started kneading your nipples between his fingers, as your pace quickened. “Keep goin’, Sam. It’s gettin’ her off,” he chuckled.

“I hate you both! I hate you both so fucking much!” she wailed and it was just enough to send you over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms you’d ever had with Robert’s name leaving your lips as a desperate cry.

“You okay baby?” Robert asked, caressing your face softly. When all you did was nod, he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, and it almost felt as if he genuinely gave a shit about you. “Another round or do you think now is a good time?”

“I could do this all night,” you smirked, still coming down from your high, “but Tommy has school in a few hours and someone needs to be there when he wakes up.”

“Such a good girl,” Robert chuckled before kissing you again.

“Tommy? If you think you’re keeping Tommy after all this-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Robert interrupted harshly. “Did you really think I would beat the shit out of you and let you go? Fuck Y/N in front of you for hours and let you just leave? God, you really are a stupid cunt,” he scoffed as you slowly got off of him, groaning in dissatisfaction at the fact that he was no longer filling you up.

“What do you mean-”

“I’m going to fucking kill you. If you ask me, it’s been long overdue,” he smirked as you lit your own cigarette before using it to light his and pass it to him.

“What?! No! You wouldn’t! You can’t! HELP!” she screamed, her tears coming harder.

“No one can fucking hear you,” you laughed, before taking another drag from your cigarette. “Trust me, he held me here for two weeks.”

“He...he what?! Y/N, you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t know-”

“But you knew that he was cheating on you,” you snapped. “You knew that he was keeping secrets about what he does for a living, but you decided to turn a blind eye to it, because it made your life easier! He killed my parents! He brought me here and raped me until he was all I wanted! He was able to destroy my life because you did nothing!” you yelled as Robert chuckled. “So now, I’m going to sit here and do nothing as he takes your life. I’m going to sit here, enjoy it, get off on it, and then I’m going to fuck him in front of your lifeless body. You wanna know why? Because it’s the fucking least I could do to thank you,” you smirked before laying back on the bed.

“I fucking love it when you’re an evil little bitch,” Robert smiled at you before taking a final drag from his cigarette and throwing it to the ground. “Lets get this over with so I can get back to perfect little pussy.”

“No baby, this is my gift. I want you to drag it out like you promised,” you moaned as you started to softly rub your clit.

“Whatever you want, Sweetheart. You’re the one calling the shots tonight,” he shrugged. “God, I’ve waited so fucking long to do this,” he laughed darkly at Samantha before wrapping his hands around her throat.

Once Samantha was finally dead, you were on your knees for Robert in almost an instant. Happy to please him in any way he wanted since he gave you the one thing you truly wanted most of all.

However, with Samantha’s death came the job of now playing lovers with Robert, which didn’t come without its setbacks.

“You’re not gonna fucking sleep around on me, Pronge!” you shouted as you two stood in your parents living room.

“Someone jealous?” he chuckled.

“No, you piece of shit! If this is to be my new life now, you’re going to make it somewhat bearable. That includes me not not looking like the town fool!”

“Or what? You’ll leave me?” he laughed, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

“No, I’ll try to fucking kill myself again, and I’ll succeed this time because I’ll shoot myself with one of your guns,” you replied coolly and you saw his entire demeanor change.

He had instantly remembered your last attempt after the last physical fight you two got into.

You usually backed down and just sulked, but that night you fought back with all the energy and courage you had, not giving up until he had you pinned against the bedroom door and fucked you roughly and painfully, before leaving you on the floor and going out to do whatever it was he needed or wanted to do that night.

You’d stayed on that floor and cried for hours, before forcing yourself downstairs and into the kitchen and deciding that enough was enough. Who you were becoming, what you were allowing, and what got you off only made you hate yourself more each day. You had never been this person and you didn’t want to become more and more unfamiliar with yourself.

You refused to keep going on like this.

You found the sharpest knife and took it to your wrists and just let yourself sink down onto the floor, memories of your life flashing before your eyes as the world around you started to fade out.

The good and the bad.

“Y/N!?” Robert drunkenly called, as he slammed the door shut behind him.

You said nothing an hoped the darkness would consume you before he’d have a chance to save you.

“Y/N!? Don’t fuckin’ make me...Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed as he ran to your side, napkins and towels in hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I...I have to go,” you stated simply before slipping away.

“Fuckin’ bitch! Don’t you dare fuckin’ die on me!” was the last thing you heard before the darkness took you.

When you woke up, to your dismay, there was a white light and a lot of beeping machines.

‘He’d got me to the hospital in time? Fuck!’ you thought to yourself as you slowly came to, trying run your hands through your hair, only to find that you’d been restrained. ‘Fucking great.’

“You’re up,” Robert slurred softly, his gaze on you soft. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I think it’s pretty clear what I was thinking,” you croaked, your mouth dry, as you looked away from him. “You couldn’t be kind just let me fucking die?”

“You really think I’d ever let you take yourself from me? That I’d let anyone or anything take you from me?” he questioned angrily. “What the fuck am I supposed to do without you?!”

“I don’t know, be a better parent to Tommy? Be a parent, at all?” you questioned with a laugh. “Maybe not be a fucking murderer,” you muttered to yourself.

“Fuck him! All he does and bitch and complain!” Robert scowled as he sank further into his seat.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, the doctor came in and decided to explain everything to Robert, since he’d put himself as your emergency contact on the clipboard.

From then on, things changed drastically between you and Robert.

He never laid a hand on you again, he stopped sleeping around (which you could tell by all the glares you received from the women around the little suburban hell you two called home), he was never out or away too late, he made an attempt to be at least pleasant, and he attempted to be romantic by buying you skimpy outfits that you could wear for him around the house.

He also hid all of his weapons from you.

In an attempt to accept your hell with grace and dignity, you did your best to be civil. When he came home with blood on himself, his clothes, or both, you didn’t look at him with pure disgust, you didn’t question him about work, you tried to have dinner ready for him when he came home, and you made yourself available to him for whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

You also, in a way, started care more.

You’d never allow yourself to believe that he loved you, but on some level, he did to seem give somewhat of a shit about you. Or, at least, he was obsessed enough to take care of you.

Well, take care of you in a way that suited him.

No, it was by no means romantic or deal, but you’d done everything in your power to get away from him and it hadn’t worked at all. The only thing left to do was give up and accept your fate.

This also meant you’d have to accepted the role of step-mother to Tommy.

That was the other thing.

What also came along with Samantha’s death was the hardest challenge: raising Tommy.

You know that your own cruel and evil desires are what drove to the current hell you were living in, but Tommy is part of the reason you decided to play house with Robert. Tommy had done nothing to deserve the current life he was living and being left with the worst parent on planet earth, so you took it upon yourself to fill the roll of being a mother.

Well, to the best of your ability.

Before Robert came along, you craved to be the type of mother your own mother had been. Loving, thoughtful, strong, funny, caring, brave, and devoted. You couldn’t wait to have a family of your own with your own ‘Mr. Right’ and to take on motherly duties. You really did try with Tommy but you just couldn’t do it. It’s not like there was anything wrong with the child. He was sweet, compassionate, loving, innocent, and so incredibly considerate. No, the issue wasn’t so much Tommy as much as it was who his parents were. You’d hated his mother and you tolerate his father because he’s all you have at this point.

You looked at Tommy now and saw regret and felt anger.

It’s not like Robert hadn’t noticed how unhappy you were. He’d gotten you pregnant twice and both times you’d aborted them, just like you’d told him you would. Yeah, there was hell to pay, but it was worth it as long as you didn’t have to bring another Pronge into the world.

“I can snap his neck and you wouldn’t even know. He’ll just look like he’s sleeping,” Robert suggested one night as he put the video camera away, like it was no big deal.

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped, pulling your nightgown on “don’t you touch a hair on that boy’s head!”

“Why not? He’s unhappy, you’re unhappy-”

“Enough Robert,” you warned as you got out of bed to clean yourself off.

“We should get married. That way, when you’re pregnant with my kid, the town won’t think of you as a whore. Hell, you’d have two Pronge’s of your own if you’d stop killing them.”

“I’m not fucking marrying you, Robert, or having your fucking kids. I’m playing house with you, that’s enough. Besides, I saw what you did to your last wife, no fucking thanks.”

“I did that for you, baby,” he smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “And if I recall correctly, you fucking loved it.”

“Yeah, so I’m not setting myself up to be the next Mrs. Pronge for you to kill in front of your next deranged sex slave.”

“You know you mean more to me than that.”

“I fucking hate you,” you spat as you looked at your reflections in the bathroom mirror

“I know you do, baby. And I love you,” he responded softly, before forcing you to bend over and thrusting himself into you.

Since that conversation, you’ve done your best to love Tommy as your own. To be patient with him, to make time for him, to help him, and to care for him since you know Robert never will. However, the harder you tried to love him, the harder it became. He needed a mother and you just didn’t know how to be one for him. Before everything happened, you loved him with every fiber of your being. But now? Now, you can’t look at him and see anything besides Samantha and Robert.

How the hell were you going to raise him to be a stable and capable adult? How were you supposed to raise him to be better than his father? How were you supposed to be his way out when all you wanted to do was pretend that he doesn’t exist?

Robert’s P.O.V

As I watch you bring in the mail, mindlessly going through junk and invites for Christmas parties, I can’t stop the smile that comes to my face at your dissatisfaction.

“Do we feel like bullshitting through another Christmas party with the Kingsley’s?” you sigh as you take a seat at the kitchen isle.

“What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna stay home.”

“Home?”

“Here. Don’t fucking start,” you snap.

“This is your childhood home, Sweetie.”

“Yeah, too bad you fucking tainted it.”

“You know, you did tell me love me last night,” I remind you, a small sick smile on my lips.

“Fuck you, I was drunk. I would’ve told you anything you wanted for you to bring me off,” you mutter before getting up and grabbing a glass so you can pour yourself a drink.

“Oh honey, you don’t mean that,” I can’t help but laugh as I light a cigarette. I’ll never get over how much you hate me and I don’t want to.

It only makes me love you more.

“Fuck, we have to get Tommy’s Christmas gifts!” you snap, stomping your foot, probably angry with the fact that we’ll have to put up with Christmas traffic and shitty weather.

Or just at the fact that you have to deal with Tommy at all.

“We don’t have to.”

“Robert, I know you don’t give a fuck about your child, who fucking worships you for whatever reason, but I do. He’s getting toys on Christmas,” you mutter.

“Get him a toy gun,” I laugh as you shoot me a glare.

“You’re not fucking funny. Get your shit together, we’re leaving in 20 minutes, and you’re the one paying for everything, since you’re the one with the fucking job.”

As you storm upstairs, I can’t help but think about how bitter you’ve been these last few months. Of course, I know it’s my fucking fault, but it’s more than that. This is the life you’ve dreamed of and you hate every aspect of it.

Even Tommy.

The boy you once adored and thought the world of, you now resent and can’t wait to put to sleep. It doesn’t help that the time you take to pretend you care for the boy, takes away from time that you can spend with me.

I can put the little shit up for adoption, but knowing Tommy and how emotional he is, he’d find his way back and want answers.

Not like he deserves them.

I can also hand him off to Samantha’s family, but that once again gives him the opportunity to come back and be a pain in my ass.

No, the easiest and nicest thing to do is get rid of him. Yeah, the kid deserves a better father, a better family, but if he’s dead he’ll be reunited with his cunt mother.

At least, that’s what he’s been brought up to believe. Poor kid never had a chance.

Besides, why should I have to share you with anyone? I do shit for everyone else all the fucking that could kill me or get me locked up. You’re the one good thing in my life and I don’t want to share you, so I’m going to.

Sure, you’ll be mad at me for it, but when aren’t you mad at me? The sex is better anyway. No matter how many times I try to break you, you bounce back and this won’t be any different.

At some point, you’ll probably even thank me for not letting you get to hate him as much as you hate me.

“Pronge, lets go!” you call as you make your way back down the steps. “And you better not be cheap about it either!”

“Comin’ Sweetheart.”

It’s sick how happy I feel finally being able to have you all to myself. There’s no heaven for guys like me, but in your arms and in-between those legs is the closest I’ll get, and I’ll be dammed if I let anyone get in the way of that.

Even my own fucking kid.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I love my gifts, Mama!” Tommy exclaims as he runs over and wraps you in a giant hug. You want this moment to fill me with an extreme amount of love and happiness, but you just can’t wait for him to get off of me.

“And what do you say to your dad?” you ask, giving him the most genuine and loving smile I can muster.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Tommy beams, ready to run over to him, but Robert holds out his hand while a smile plays on his lips.

“If you wanna thank me, go out and play on you new bike.”

“Really? It’s Christmas and Mama Sam-”

“Things are different now,” he chuckles. “Take a few rides around the block and tell me what you think.”

“Thanks Daddy!” Tommy yells as he dresses up in his snow gear before taking his bike outside

“That was sweet, Bobby,” you smile once the door closes. “He’s so happy.”

“I just want you to myself. I knew if I got him that fucking bike, he’d leave us alone for a few hours.”

“So sweet, so romantic,” you scoff as you start to clean up the torn up wrapping paper.

“Stop, deal with all of that shit later,” Robert scoffs. “C’mere.”

“What do you want?” you groan, though a very small part of you is glad to be alone with him and getting Tommy the fuck away from you.

God, you hate him for turning me into this. For ruining you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” he smirks.

“What do you want?” you ask once I straddle him, already knowing what he wants.

“Did you like the gift I gave you?”

“An orgasm? Yeah, it was amazing.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” he warned “the fuckin’ necklace.”

“It was nice, thank you,” you smile before dipping down to kiss him.

He almost feels like home. Two more glasses of the egg nog he made and he will.

As you start to deepen the kiss, you scowl when you see Tommy’s gloves out of the corner of your eye. “Shit!”

“What?”

“Tommy forgot his fucking gloves and he needs them. It’s freezing and the last thing I need is for him to get sick.”

“Leave ‘em, he’ll be fine,” Robert shrugs before attempting to pull you close to him again.

“Your dick can wait a few minutes,” you laugh before attempting to get up again, only to have him pull you close again. Rougher.

“He ain’t gonna fuckin’ need ‘em, Sweetheart.”

“What do you mean he won’t...what the fuck did you do, Robert?!”

“Great, we’re back to fuckin’ Robert now,” he scowls as he lets go of you and reaches for his pack of cigarettes. “I was really hoping this would happen after we fucked,” he muttered as he lit one and took a drag from it.

“What the fuck did you do?” you repeat, a chill running down your spine.

“The one thing you truly wanted, but would never ask for.”

“Robert-”

“I got rid of Tommy. Well, I’m getting rid of Tommy. Kid still has a few more minutes before he gets hit,” Robert sighs as he checks his watch. “Figure I’d let him enjoy that bike for a bit. A nice going away gift,” he laughs before he takes another drag from his cigarette.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Here we fuckin’ go,” he huffs, pushing himself out of the Laz-y chair and making his way into the kitchen.

“What the...he’s your son! How the fuck-”

“I never wanted him! God, I told that stupid cunt that I didn’t want kids, but she went and got pregnant anyway! The kid’s been a nuisance since he fuckin’ arrived,” he spat, pouring himself a drink.

“Robert-”

“Come the fuck on! YOU don’t even wanna fuckin’ deal with him! He’s too stupid to see it, but I can see it clear as day! You hate spending time with him, you hate how needy he is, you can’t stand it when he touches you-”

“I don’t want him dead, Robert! Call it off!”

“No,” he responds coolly, evil smile on his lips.

“Fucking call it off!” you roar at him.

“No, because it’s easier this way. I don’t have to deal with any fucking clean up this time, we don’t have to worry about him finding us and wanting answers, and I don’t have to deal with him crying over that cunt anymore. Jesus, the fucking crying with that boy,” he mutters before taking a sip of his scotch before taking a final drag from his cigarette and putting it out.

“Robert-”

“I’d planned to be deep inside of that fucking pussy by now, and our fucking neighbors will probably be here in the next hour, so,” he huffs before throwing you over his shoulder, “I think we should get started.”

“Put me down!” you scream, wiggling and fighting against him, trying to think of any way to save Tommy.

“No, I get that you need to pretend to be angry, but I’ve waited long enough,” he snaps, continuing the trip up the steps with ease.

“Pretend?! Robert-”

“I get it, Sweetheart,” he chuckles before throwing you down on the bed and quickly hovering over you. “You still have your good girl ways and you need to save him. You need to pretend that you care enough to save him, but we both know you fuckin’ don’t,” he smirks as he rips your skirt off.

“Stop it!” you yell, trying to push him off of you.

“Oh baby, you know I only love it more when you fight me, but then again, it has been a while since I’ve had to take what I want,” he chuckles darkly.

“Fuck you!”

“Think about it, baby,” he whispers hotly against your ear as his hand travels down into your panties.

“Stop it,” you moan softly, your will to fight quickly fading and you hate how easily your body comes undone for him at this point.

“You don’t have to wake up early to drive him to school anymore,” he groans as he starts rubbing your clit teasingly “you don’t have to pick him up, you don’t have to comfort him when he cries, you don’t have to help him with his fucking homework, and you don’t have to pretend you fucking care about him.”

“No,” you moan as you feel your release coming on.

“I know baby, I know you need to hate me and that’s okay,” he moans he slides two fingers into your desperate and soaked cunt. “Be my good little girl and pretend to be angry with me.”

“So what? I’m...fuck! I’m supposed to feel special even though one day...one day I’ll end up like Samantha and Tommy?” you whimper as you cum hard. “Why do you even want kids with me?!”

“Oh baby, don’t you see?” he asks as he forces those two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste how desperate and pathetic you’ve become for him. “Your parents, the neighbors, Samantha, my son, I did that all for you! As for our own kids,” he chuckles darkly “our kids will be nothing like Tommy. His mother was weak and he’s weak too, but you...you’re gonna be so much better for our kids,” he coos before removing his fingers from your mouth and ripping your shirt open. “Fuck!” he growls, quickly going to undo and pull down his pants and boxers.

“You haven’t done any of this for me,” you whimper, desperate for him to fill you up, and ignoring the part of you that’s relieved that you’ll never have to deal with Tommy again. Of course you don’t want Tommy dead, and you hate the part of you that doesn’t feel completely terrible, but knowing you’d never have to deal with the spawn of two Satan’s again?

That has you feeling elated.

“I know you don’t believe me and I I’d be disappointed if you did,” he chuckles darkly before thrusting himself inside of you, and gaining a loud and pornographic moan from you “but it’s true.”

“Fuck,” you moan as he starts to pump into you rough and greedy. The way you love. “Please don’t stop!” you beg, starting to claw at his back as you wrap one of your legs around his waist, and your back arches a little.

“There’s my dirty little thing,” he laughs looking down at you as you’re desperate mess beneath him, loving how he always gives you what you want without even having to ask. “Got everything I wanted for Christmas,” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic as one of his hands starts to massage one of your breasts “because all I wanted for Christmas was you,” he shouts as he shoots his load into you, you following right behind, screaming his name. “All...all I’ll ever want,” he breathes after a moment “is you.”

“I fucking hate you. I hate you for turning me into this,” you sob as you come down from your high, disgusted with yourself.

No matter what, you’re always disgusted with yourself, but it’s never enough to get you to find any real fault with Robert.

“I love how much you hate me. I love you,” he breathes as he looks at his watch. “We’ve got another 30 minutes before someone comes to tell us about Tommy, so I think we should get in one more round before we have to start pretending again, don’t you?” he questions with a devilish glint in his eyes.

You look him deep in his eyes, looking for any sign of remorse, sadness, or shame, but you see none. Instead, you see elation, greed, relief and something...soft? You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s not the first time you’ve seen it.

It’s in this moment that you realize that he’ll never let you go and he’ll never let you leave him.

And at this point, maybe you don’t want him to.

When you don’t respond, his wicked grin that you’ve come to desire spreads across face as he starts to move within’ you again, and you can’t stop the moan that es escapes you. “Sweetheart,” he rasps with an intense gaze on you “there’s nothing better than this. You all to myself. Don’t have to share you with anyone else and don’t have to worry about anyone comin’ between us,” he grunts as he picks up his pace and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. “Merry Christmas indeed.”

The End

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes.

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went.

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside.

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least.

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit.

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life.

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways.

he just wanted to be loved.

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood.

jisung wanted that, craved that.

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt.

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs.

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home.

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in.

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind.

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself.

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option.

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty.

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard.

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do.

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him.

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there. what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up.

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on.

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind.

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing.

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window.

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room.

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention.

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along.

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spotsupstuff · 2 years

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What is Skullplum in your Fruit Twins AU? Are they a couple or a friend-like dynamic between the two characters?

Short answer: friends with (all kinds of) benefits turned revenge-made-empty-husk-of-her-former-being and clinically fucked up murderous untreated sociopath who is Lowkey addicted to her cuz magic n while he recognizes she isn't able to reciprocate any real nice feelings back and will never again be able to show him the care he craves, he's too Desperate for a face he can trust to listen to his common sense and rather gives in to his delusions of possibly having what they used to have once she gets what she wants

The only time Anything romantic came up between them was pre-vibe check in the form of Six confusing his feelings for romantic ones cuz he was new to this whole "relationship with someone who I don't consider part of my monkey family", but he realized quickly he’d rather love her platonically after they had a small talk together. Both agreed that kissing each other on the lips makes their skin crawl, being all mushy in early mornings and sharing themself to the other 100% at times are all commitments they EITHER aren’t ready for yet or just don’t feel comfy with

More in detail answer for their FT!history: HOOOOO BOY

So it all started with the fact that Six Ear has had some rough decades behind him. After the burning of the Huaguo shan, 49 years of complete radio silence from SWK followed which made everyone think that their king was deadass dead which was very stressful for the general public and absolutely soul crushing for the other two monkey siblings. Ma, bless her poor heart, wasn’t able to stop asking Six Ear to just Try and find SWK with his supernatural hearing every day for like 10 years because of how distraught she was about it, so one can imagine that Six, the youngest of the little royal monkey family, Was Going Through It already while also having to balance taking care of the famine plagued mountain sometimes all by himself.

After the 49 years, finally came the moment when Buddha trapped SWK under the Five Elements Mountain and like immediately Six knew about it. So that was a relief. He and Ma came to visit SWK, Ma cried and cursed the fuck out of SWK for deciding to lead that war on Heaven while kissing his forehead and cheeks and then Six tried to free him but to no avail ofc. WHICH means that the 500 additional years of famine, suffering, stress and crushing reality that their King is Right There but they can do literally NOTHING about it has begun.

As expected, Six have had multiple breakdowns about this whole situation (the other Stalwart Generals did too) even though they had support from the Bull Demon kingdom and one day he decided he should vent to a tree on White Tiger Mountain (WBS’ residence) n he got pretty loud, ending up beating the tree into sub-atomal level out of frustration. White Bone Spirit heard that and was like “who the fuck is destroying my trees, I ain’t got many of those”, some of other demons living on the mountain came rushing to her shouting bout some powerful McFuck walking around the mountain, scaring them shitless, so she decided that “Okay, maybe I should really deal with that, don’t what that Other demon stirring up chaos in my house” and so she came down.

They ended up fighting cuz Idk, Six was in the mood to kinda fight and somehow the fight ended up being a lot of fun for the both of them cuz they were pretty evenly matched. At some point Six started cracking out sassy remarks which WBS hasn’t really experienced before so it intrigued her beyond reason. She Be Curious Lil Lass.

Fight ended as a draw and they decided they should start meeting up cuz both were interested in the other for entertainment purposes, Six really needed some more lighthearted less-emotion-draining activity than taking care of the Huaguo shan and WBS was just “👀 fun?”

Cue around 250 years of relationship building, they danced together, sang, playfought, talked about their issues, taught each other some moves be it magic based or martial arts based, Six Ear ended up telling her small tidbits from future that he listened to to pass the time. WBS was especially interested in his special ability which really flattered him so the future telling was a common occurance. This is where the whole Destiny shtick that WBS has in the show gets birthed and it also explains why she is so certain that she will one day get to great power.

After the time BDK pulls back his support to Huaguo shan because of Red Boy being born which causes even more complications for the monkey kingdom and Six ends up having to say goodbye to WBS cuz at that point he’s. kinda the only food source for his whole home island thanks to his shadow hopping to mainland. WBS understands and they part ways without any drama, hoping to see each other again one day when things will be maybe better.

And Then JT/TW Stuff Happens.

SWK is freed by Tripitaka, they get the rest of the pilgrims on team, meet WBS, Myerder Of She happens except instead of Actually dying on the third hit she doesn’t keel over and instead switches into bossfight mode. The pilgrims end up having to trap her in Her Bones Box. Journey goes on, the conflict between Six and SWK happens, SWK ends up having to kill Six, Six’s body is buried at the roots of Himalayas and he takes a trip to the 17th hell (like presumambly he did in canon). Few years pass, the journey “ends” (it ends a bit differently in Fruit Twins than it does in the og novel) and the fake Mayor or, at the time, the Fragment, revives Six thru some of that WBS magic he has going on. Poor Six woke up in his own grave still buried, half reformed from being just skeleton at this point and had to dig his way out of there all by himself. Turns out the Fragment was looking for him under the wrong tree.

Six wasn’t in a good shape cuz of the whole Hell Thing + the injuries from his fight with SWK stayed as if he JUST finished the fight and cuz it was an immortal being that beat him up he couldn’t heal those things up quickly as he would normally, so the Fragment ends up taking him to The Bones Box where WBS is able to talk to him again. The Fragment helps Six recover and Six helps WBS craft her whole Destiny plan that is applied in the LMK time through his future hearing.

This is also the time when his “addiction” to her becomes a thing. My idea behind it is that as a shadow being, Six Ear needs an inner “light source” to be able to use his powers. Before all of this, he had SWK, what with the King’s strong golden glow and all. This whole bond is purely spiritually gained and it was very strong with SWK since they are literal Yin and Yang pieces. They belong with each other, compliment each other, empower each other. Loving twins power and all that.

After the JT/TW fight was done, SWK severed this bond, therefore leaving Six without any light to fuel his powers. During his recovery with WBS, she offered her own light. In the show her light is, I’d say, much more mellow, soft, one could say almost weak when she’s not trying to use it to Intimidate. This all is VERY good for Six because yanno how shadows grow longer and darker at dawn. Thanks to her type of light, he wields more power than he ever did when he was light-bonded with SWK.

And he just can’t get enough of that. The power is intoxicating. It’s sweet, it runs down his arms nursing his burns from the 17th hell. The blue glow bends to his will easier than the golden light. He can twirl it around his finger, he can tear any shadow from a wall. He can create a giant shadow avatar, an extension of his own self. ...it’s a comfort of someone being there after he was oh so unjustly left by brother and casted out by sister.

It’s great...

Never does he want to lose this.

After he recovers he says his goodbyes to his beloved friend and goes on his way to adventures throughout the euroasian continent for the next centuries. WBS, at that point, is already incapable of producing a genuine positive emotion. For all purposes, the yaoguai Six made friends with is gone for good, but he doesn’t really realize that until reflecting on his recovery time with her some decades later.

But, still, even after that realization, when the Fragment comes to fetch him to help out with finding the Skeleton Key (which is lost in Fruit Twins rather than given by WBS to Six), he comes without much protests. It takes the two of them multiple years to finally fucking find the thing, but Six is a clever little shit with great contacts all over the place and shit ton of experience at this point thanks to his mercenary work and journeying, so they manage. The Fragment takes on the name of the Mayor and Six sends him to Wan Qian Cheng to set everything up. HE is going to come a bit later to them. His reason for that is to gather more information on Sun Wukong cuz “Oh fuck, my brother is showing up after all this time?? I need to figure out why the cunt is doing that.” and subsequently on the Qi Xiaotian team as well.

Then the s1e9 happens, s2e7 follows up and he still gets choke held by the Mayor but he doesnt struggle much cuz he knows he isn’t in actual danger and at this point he just doesn’t give a shit about anything that doesn’t Actually pose a danger to him so he lets it happen (thats how I explain to myself the weird lack of overall reaction at the end of that episode). The Mayor drops him off at WBS’, she gives him the offer to become HER marshal and he almost takes the offer cuz everything is great, right? It’s his old friend, he trusts her with his life- fuck, she GAVE this life to him, he should be grateful about that.

But he refuses because of the kid she is possessing.

See, Fruit Twins!Six has a weakness for kids (like proper kids, Xiaotian/Xiaojiao don’t count. they’re young adults n all). Normally he’s a ruthless gruesome fighter, but if a kid is around he’s trying to be somewhat decent and get the little ankle biter to safety. He has a strong mom instinct cuz of him being of the Yin and seeing the Host, a 14 year old girl in THAT kinda position, was like getting dunked into freezing water. He knew that the Lady wasn’t what she Used to be, but he didn’t expect This.

So he ends up declining her offer.

He attempts to escape, but because of the shadow lantern WBS catches him and traps him in there until she is able to leave the Host’s body and be physical without the girl’s unwilling help. After the s2 finale, she is able to do so.

The girl ends up in jail-cellars of the Spider Queen’s lair, WBS lets Six out and with the kid out of the picture, he pushes all common sense away for the sake of being able to be with someone he knows and trusts out of desperation for safety and rest. He hasn’t been able to really relax for a few centuries now and he Knows he gets to do that with WBS right there- the time he spent with her during the Huaguo shan famine is the evidence! And she DOES do that for him, she doesn’t hurt him or truly leaves him before either asking for his full consent and/or informing him.

After ages of social deprivation and loss, the Six Eared Macaque couldn’t be happier.

AAAAAND that’s where the fruit twins version of s3 picks up n this single relationship changes how it goes almost completely because it’s basically the exact opposite of canon! -glares at canon Mac-

#Spot says stuff #lmk #s3 spoilers #skullplum #mk macaque #mk white bone spirit #mk blood moons #fruit twins au #if u hear someone callin ft version of em romantics then dont believe em theres a good chance theyre fuckers -squints at swag n vix- /lh #but also note that skullplumt the tag functions primarily as a warnin tag so its free to be used for em in any relationship position #like unironically id LOVE to see some romantic skullplum idk how That could work but the Aesthetics of that... damn

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BnHA Chapter 317: My Boy Was Just Like Me

Previously on BnHA: AFO randomly blew up Lady Nagant as a good reminder of why you should never make a deal with this fucking guy, smdh. Hawks was all “well if it isn’t my two best friends, Deku and Lady Nagant, both of whom I respect and love tremendously.” Everyone was all “??” and Horikoshi was all “shh... just pretend” because it was too embarrassing for him to admit that he forgot to write a couple of set-up flashbacks I guess. Anyway so Hawks got Lady to tell them where AFO was hiding out, and everyone said goodbye to her and Overhaul, who never did get to see his boss (sorry buddy, I’ll send you a vial of my tears in the mail), and headed out to a house in the woods. AFO was all “hello Deku :) :) it sure is fun making you suffer :) :) :) anyways this is a trap”, and blew up the house. Yeah, we all here are getting reaaaaaaaal tired of your shit, AFO.

Today on BnHA: The Hawksquad and Edgeplatoon meet in a warehouse and are all “what should we do about the fact that everything sucks?” Mt. Lady is all “here’s a thought, what if we tried battling AFO with more than six people.” Hawks and Endeavor are all “great initiative, but just a friendly reminder that our friends also suck and would probably betray Deku which would suck further still.” Shouto is all “ANSWER THE PHONE DAD” and Endeavor is all “[IRONICALLY DOESN’T ANSWER THE PHONE].” Meanwhile over in Sadtown, capital of Sadland Prefecture, Japan, Deku is all “All Might, as you can clearly see I am completely fine and good, never been better in fact, definitely not caught up in the throes of an epic mental breakdown which is shutting me down emotionally, anyway so on that note I would like to leave you now goodbye!!” All Might is all “[can’t actually form any words because he’s too distraught].” Fandom is all “o(╥﹏╥)o.” Horikoshi is all “(*＾-’) 乃 [pew pew finger guns and barrel rolls into the darkness].”

sweet jesus lord

this literally doesn’t even look like Deku anymore?? this looks like Dark!Deku who shows up to fight you in that one room in the Water Temple. he looks like he’s about to crawl out of my television set and murder me with his psychic powers good lord

holy shit lmao Horikoshi is really just shrugging his shoulders and resolving last week’s cliffhanger with a single line of dialogue

fire is no one’s weakness. idk what other options you’ve got, AFO, but you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board. maybe try bees or something. I’m just saying. we’re all expecting fire at this point but nobody is expecting bees

anyway so now they’re all sitting in some warehouse somewhere chatting about it I guess. shoutout to Horikoshi for finally giving my man Edgeshot some more dialogue at long last

well, Edgeshot, to answer your question, she exploded. so naturally she’s fine

nah just kidding, Hawks says she won’t be able to help them out much because she’s recovering from being exploded. this is the part where we all ignore the fact that Hawks got set on fire for like a full ten minutes back during the War arc and was only in the hospital for a day. anyways enjoy your temporary plot hiatus Nagant

man there’s a lot of dialogue here and I’m trying to figure out where to insert commentary but it’s kinda difficult lol. basically, Edge and the others are saying that they should gather up the other remaining heroes and get them all caught up on the whole OFA situation. which, hmmmm

like on the one hand, these guys definitely aren’t going to cut it on their own, so it’s a reasonable suggestion on the face of it. but on the other hand, do we really want to entrust the OFA secret to a bunch of other people, most of whom shat the bed during the War arc to be quite frank? is it really worth the additional risk? especially given that any one of them might go spilling the beans to the public -- or worse, betray them to AFO??

also just a quick side note here, Mt. Lady’s character development never ceases to delight me. she’s become so committed to her responsibility as a hero these days, and it fucking suits her. I genuinely consider to be one of the elites now. I mean it doesn’t hurt that all the other elites are fucking dead lol but still

wait what? Death Arms retired??

Death Arms as in the guy who was too afraid of a little fire to try and save a terrified 14-year-old kid who was slowly suffocating right before his eyes?? that Death Arms???? color me surprised. shocked, I tell you

...okay but holy fuck

Death Arms. bro. my expectations for you were low but holy shit. like I’m sorry, but I don’t even have it in me to try and pretend like I feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him or Old Man Samurai or any of those other guys today. thanks for a whole lot of nothing my dude. good riddance

(ETA: so I’m rereading this the next day and realize this comes off as kind of harsh, so let me just try to clarify. it’s not the fact that he’s quitting that bothers me, to be honest. it’s the fact that he’s quitting specifically because he feels like the public is being mean to him. that’s it.

seriously. it would be one thing if he was quitting because he was scared, because now that is human. nobody wants to die, and I doubt any amount of training can ever fully prepare someone to go up against that fear. but the thing is, he never once mentions that, or talks about the danger aspect. instead, I got the distinct vibe from this speech that Death Arms is one of those people who only became a hero because of the limelight. and I just don’t have any patience for that. if all you care about are likes and subscribes then go become a fucking youtuber or some shit. nothing wrong with that! but you didn’t; you signed up to be a hero and protect these people. they gave you their respect and admiration because they trusted you to protect them. and now that they’re no longer in the mood to worship and applaud your every move on account of them being scared shitless because they’re living in the literal end times, you decide to dip. so like okay, fine then. don’t let the door hit you on the way out. anyways lol sorry for the rant.)

anyway so yeah. perfect example of why I don’t exactly have a ton of faith in most of the remaining heroes out there lol. also let me just once again give a shoutout to my best girl Mt. Lady whom I suddenly find myself appreciating all the more

“please calm down makeste. drink some water and enjoy this fresh new jeans pun” listen Horikoshi don’t tell me what to do dammit

fine. it is a nice pun, I guess

-- damn so now Endeavor’s saying that the media is already being fed info by the retired heroes. so for some of these guys it wasn’t enough for them to abandon all the people they swore to protect and to leave their fellow heroes out in the cold; they decided they might as well actively make things worse for them while they were at it, huh. like I get wanting to spill all the dirty secrets from your old job that you just quit, but this isn’t Jeff Bezos you’re screwing over, this is a sixteen-year-old kid

-- like, yes!! this, right here!!

exactly!! let’s not forget that there are already two prior instances of this happening. Endeavor arguably deserved it, but Katsuki not so much

huh. Endeavor seems to have a more optimistic outlook regarding this than I do lol

I mean, this is the same public that didn’t hesitant to blame a kidnapped child for his own kidnapping, and then later on for being the downfall of the Symbol of Peace. but okay then

anyway so blah blah blah, more talk about how they need to use Deku as bait, which basically puts them back at square one, and then they’re all just trailing off into silence and sitting around in the dark lmao this is getting very depressing

SKDJFLSDKJ:LFKJ

SHOUTO?????

NOOOOOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OH HOW THE TURNTABLES OMG. THE GHOSTER HAS BECOME THE GHOSTEE. Endeavor you petty son of a bitch. and what a brutal cut to that flashback too. “let’s stop Touya together” nah Shouto I’ve got a better idea why don’t I abandon you in U.A. and sally off with Hawks and Jeanist to found the “let’s pretend like we’re doing something to help Deku” club, which basically consists of us sitting around making terrible decisions all day long

Shouto, honey. you deserve better my little Coca Cola can. .........but if you really do have something important you need to tell your dad you could just text it to him. all the love and support, hugs and kisses, you’re doing amazing sweetie. but if you need to pass on any vital information you can just write it down and hit send honey that’s all I’m saying love

now he’s getting another call?? -- or, no, Hawks is getting a call from All Might

ARE YOU FOR REAL HAWKS OMFG

so while you all were sitting around talking about how useless you are, the kid you’re supposed to be protecting was battling another hired gun. I see. please pardon me for one second, I have a phone call to make. the phone call is to RockLockRock and Manual. the reason for the call is to apologize for calling them the worst bodyguards ever back during the War arc. the reason for the apology is because it turns out I WAS SEVERELY MISTAKEN OMFG

JESUS CHRIST DEKU DID YOU JUST KILL THIS MAN LMAO

shoutout to Horikoshi for offscreening this fight. we get it, lol. Deku strong and scary, villains ineffectual and feeble, and AFO... [checks notes] yep, still a dick. the angst arc continues

-- the angst arc continues, SIR

jesus christ I may have to rethink all of my opinions about Deku being framed for murder in movie 3 lmao. never mind. he did it, your honor

holy fucking shit Deku. “he might blow up, so please be careful” fdlskjflk jlskdjflk lwkejflk anyway so I’ve decided the explosion running gag can stay, actually

DEKU WAIT YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!!

lol why do I get the feeling some serious shit is about to go down. ALL MIGHT NEVER MIND BACK OFF I THINK HE NEEDS HIS SPACE

OH MY FUCK I GASPED OUT LOUD

NO NO NO. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING GODDAMMIT BUT NO. NEVER MIND, I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT IT, I’M NOT READY TO CRY TODAY

shit. shit shit shit shit and OF COURSE all I can fucking think about is that stupid fucking prophecy and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Deku please. please please please if you really are going to leave All Might here, please be so very careful in choosing your farewell words to him now because have this sudden horrible fear that this might be the last time you ever see him alive and oh god. oh god oh god

DEKU NO, YOU’RE REALLY NOT!?!?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LESS FINE IN MY LIFE, ACTUALLY????

holy shit. and the fucking callback to the prophecy now. just in case we forgot. WHICH FYI, WE DIDN’T. but that’s basically confirming that this is all still very much on the table and HORIKOSHI NEVER FORGETS oh my god someone please hold me

and the fact that Deku’s flashing back to it now too, though?? because he never forgot either, because of course he didn’t, and now all this stuff is happening, and AFO’s words are getting to him, and this is literally his worst fear come to life and so of course he’s distancing himself from everyone, and now it’s finally come to even this. even the person he admires most

-- OKAY NO, FUCKING COME ON ALREADY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

I GET IT OH MY GOD, I ALREADY UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THIS MOMENT WITHOUT ALL OF THE DEVASTATING FLASHBACKS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! YOU ACTUALLY DO WANT ME TO CRY, HUH, IS THAT IT. THIS MAN THAT HE THINKS OF AS A FATHER, THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN EVERYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE WAS A VERY YOUNG CHILD. EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH, JUXTAPOSED AGAINST EVERYTHING DEKU IS UP AGAINST, EVERYTHING THAT’S AT RISK. LET’S JUST PUT IT ALL SIDE BY SIDE. LET’S JUST PILE ON ALL OF THE FEELS

(ETA: just a quick note that even though some of the posts I’ve read have described these as All Might’s flashbacks, I’m pretty sure they are Deku’s. most of these are scenes that only he was there for, so yeah. even though All Might is the one thinking the thoughts on the next page, the flashbacks are what’s running through Deku’s mind right now, and so we’re getting that emotion from both of them, which makes it extra devastating lol.)

wait, what???

WHAT??? do you really think that’s why he’s been so determined to protect you this entire time?? simply because you’re his successor?

-- oh no wait lol I think I got that mixed up, this is All Might saying that Deku feels the need to protect him. well that makes more sense lol

oh my god I cannot

his last words. his last words to him. and we can’t even see if he is smiling, like All Might always encouraged him to do. but what are the odds he can’t actually bring himself to do it. what are the odds he’s actually crying. oh god this scene is going to rip my heart out and STOMP on it in the anime isn’t it. Deku’s VA is going to full on murder me with emotion. not that there’ll be much of me left to murder after the thorough job that Horikoshi has already done here

YOU’RE CRYING. DEKU IS LEAVING ALL MIGHT AND IGNORING HIS OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND YOU’RE CRYING. AND BY “YOU” I MEAN “ME”, FUCK

nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope no words just feels just a big ol’ pile of feels. I do not have the strength. future me... [broadly gestures] good luck with all that

(ETA: LOL, WELL THEN.

what breaks my heart here is All Might. All Might, and everything he’s been through, and history repeating itself, and forcing him to live this moment from both sides because he wasn’t strong enough to fix things.

Toshinori had only just turned eighteen when Nana died. like, I feel like we don’t mention this enough. the All Might we know is a sixty-something-year-old man, and so everyone always talks about him like he’s basically been an adult forever. but he was a child when he met Nana. and he was still just a child when she died. barely a year older than Deku is now. younger than Mirio was when we first met him.

and we don’t talk about that. we don’t talk about how devastating that was for him. and we don’t talk about how the reason he grew up to become so reserved and withdrawn -- for all that he always tried so hard to outwardly project the image of a bold, confident, smiling hero -- was specifically because of what AFO did to him. because AFO targeted him in the exact way that he is now targeting Deku. because that’s what he does. he goes after every new user of OFA, and he finds out what’s most important to them, and then he destroys it. and for Toshinori, that was Nana. if you’ve read All Might Rising, you know that AFO basically killed her in front of him (and only killed her, while letting Toshinori and Gran get away). Toshinori (while crying) later says she was like a mother to him. and interestingly enough, during this same conversation, Gran tells Toshinori that he can see “that madness in [his] eyes” when Toshi talks about becoming strong enough to defeat AFO. madness in his eyes. sound familiar??

what’s happening to Deku now is the exact same thing that happened to Toshinori when he was a boy. AFO tried every bit as hard to break him as he’s trying with Deku now. “the path you’ve chosen is a thorny one. every battle grinds away at your soul with no end in sight.” we don’t talk about how Toshinori experienced this same thing for forty fucking years. and all the while isolating himself, exactly like Deku is doing now. pushing people away, exactly like Deku. because he never had anyone who was able to reach out and pull him back. and those words that he now finds himself frozen and unable to speak -- “don’t push yourself”; “you can rest” -- are the same words that no one ever said to him until decades later, when it was already far too late to make any difference.

everything that Deku is experiencing now is what Toshinori also went through. and it’s only now, as he watches it happen to his student, the boy he loves like a son, that he’s finally starting to realize the full extent of how wrong it was. you shouldn’t have to fight alone. you shouldn’t have to bear that kind of enormous burden alone. you shouldn’t have to push yourself, and you can rest. you can rest.

but it’s too late. just as he’s finally coming to understand it all, it’s all too fucking late. and he can’t say the words, he doesn’t know how to say the words, and then just like that, Deku is gone.

and he’s alone. again.)

I can’t. this can’t be their goodbye. I’m not ready. for this to be how they finally part, and then they never see each other again except in OFA. how is that fair. how is that fair. how is that fair

fuck me. lol. how many pages are left in this thing. let’s just wrap this up lol. so now of all the times for this fucking guy to finally show up

I can’t believe Stain has been here literally this entire time hiding behind this random wall and cutting onions. that was you who was cutting the onions, right. no need to answer that we’ll just say it was

HORIKOSHI JUST END THE CHAPTER PLEASE I’M OUT OF SPOONS. YOU HURT ME SO GOOD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO NOW SO I CAN BEGIN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO PUT MY LIFE BACK IN ORDER HERE. SO WHERE ARE WE CUTTING TO NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING

Stain did you also let AFO give you a new quirk. what’s with you guys. do you like blowing up

oh nvm lol because they were talking about THIS GUY ohhhhhh my fucking god

THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S SAD, LINDA!! jesus

omfg. and so yes, good, the chapter is ending here now on page 15. for once I am FULLY on board with that lmao

anyway so tune in next week for more adventures of Werewolf Deku!! that is, assuming we don’t finally cut back to U.A. at long last, which is actually a strong possibility considering that this chapter will likely mark the end of volume 31. it sure wouldn’t kill Horikoshi to start giving us some hope after everything he’s just put us through lol. KACCHAN COME GET YA BOY

#bnha 317 #all might #midoriya izuku #and endeavor and hawks and mt. lady and all the rest of them I guess #literally forgot all about them by the end lol #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #this wound up so long lmao I'm so sorry

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