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ariadnasdiary · 1 year

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Sabine Tachihara: Headcanon & aesthetics

Mun Ari: A precious anon ask for this and since it was getting SO LONG (as always), I decided to make individual posts of Naomi and Sabine so I deliver their request! I hope you enjoy it!

[Note: * means something I invented for my AU since there are many blank spaces in the DL verse]

Sabine Tachihara von Vibora

She's the first princess of the Vibora clan*

Daughter of King Zweig. Her mother was Zweig's favorite concubine*: Torelai Schlange who was a noble of the Vibora clan.

Concubines in the Vibora clan are a common practice for the royal family, but only within members of the nobility*.

Zweig recognized Sabine as his daughter, but never married Torelai. Lucky for Sabine, none of the other concubines at the time her mother gave birth to her had children, so Zweig named her the immediate heir to the throne. Torelai looks something like this:

Of course, Torelai once became the mother of the only Vibora princess (at that time) made sure to eliminate the competition and got rid of the rest of the concubine's chances to produce an heir. Torelai bought all servants of the concubines and whenever Zweig announced he'll visit a concubine, she'll made sure they added a contraceptive to their drinks and food. If that failed, she'll look for a way to frame them so they could be expelled from their position*.

Once a concubine was expelled, even if they had a child, their child wouldn't be recognized as a royal prince/princess by law. Which stated that the mother had to gave birth to her child in royal ground, the king had to give the name to the baby and be the first one to carry it. If these things didn't happen the baby wouldn't be recognized as royal*. Torelai was willing to do everything for her to be the only mother of the princes/princesses and her children to be the only heirs to the throne. There isn't something as the heir had to be necessary male, as long as it was recognized and made their way, they could become queen/king at some point*.

Sabine is Torelai's eldest daughter, however she has a younger sister Tania. They are on good terms, but they see each other as rivals to get the throne and sooner or later they'll have to fight for it.

Sabine's appearance is a perfect mix of Zweig's and Torelai's genes: she has a gorgeous straight blond hair that reached past her lower back. It is so pretty that you would believe she has strands of gold as hair. She inherited her father's deep green eyes, a characteristic of her clan. Almond shaped eyes and sharp yet elegant features that gives her prestige and the well deserved title as the most beautiful lady in the Vibora clan. Of course, she gets the best out of her beauty in order to get what she wants. She looks something like this:

As for her style: she has evolved with time. She has always screamed wealth and power. The style that suited her the most is the "new rich vibe". Although here money, status and power was given to her through her family (both sides) as a generational thing… she's more daring. Her fashion style is sensual, revealing most of the time (necklines or more like showing skin as much as she cans) and eye-catching. Even though she seeks to impress and stand out. She'll never look vulgar always stylish. Sensual yet elegant and adecuated to whatever ocassion she's in. She uses colors that are strong and bright, again eye-catching: red, green, black, white, purple… those that also has skillfully a stong maning and transmit this girl-power vibe.

In terms of her transformation appereance: I can think of the Dendroaspis polylepis aka Black Mamba as her form [first pic] and a Garter Snake for her familiars [second pic]

Torelai, being a noble, invest only in the best for both her daughters: best education with private teachers for every single thing they had to learn to be royals: etiquette, how to dress, arts, lady activities... you name it. She worked hard for her daughters to stand above the rest of Zweig's offsprings.

But don't let Sabine's beauty fool you: she's incredibly intelligent. Just as she's ambitious, she's witty and seeks to develop her potential to the fullest. As she's constantly threatened to have the throne and even life taken away from her, so she has to work hard to get allies and support within her people in order to secure the position as the future queen. She'll use every resource she has to achieve her goal. May those resources be her beauty, charm, economical resources, favors, trading skills, contacts... she'll give them a great use.

She sees everything as an opportunity to keep escalating or get something put of it. Even if her means doesn't really justify her actions, she'll always do what she believes is right (for her). Her life has been threatened since she was born, but her mother taught her to always look after herself. If she doesn't, then who? Sabine doesn't think she has allies outside her mother. She doesn't count with the support of Zweig or any of her half sisters/brothers, since they are all after the throne and if that means taking her life in the process they won't hesitate when the time comes.

She has spent her whole life in the Makai, although she has visit the human world various time. She has gone to schools, courses, stores or even make bussiness there which she uses a "fake" last name: Tachihara. She thinks that humans are inferior are boring. So weak and pathetic since they don't live long and are so fragile… they break so easy (both physically and mentally). She's a demon after all, so it's no surprise she has this opinion about humans.

She hates people that has things easy: she has worked all her life to get what she has today. Yes, she depends on her title, family's wealth, but the rest has all been acomplished by her alone. In fact, she now leans more on her own resources that those of the families.

Once she sets her mind on something, she won't stop until she gets it.

Now, her role on the story will depend in the AU we are talking.

The normal timeline (Arino one aka current one) she only plays her role as a future ally for the ghoul's leaders (Arino). She accepted it mostly due to pressure than willingly. Since the raven clan had important alliances with half the clans and that made it a political problem, so once Sabine got in the throne she accepts to have good relationship and recognized their autonomy since they were at disadvantage.

In the break up AU, however her role is bigger.

Long story short (which later I'll share in a headcanon format like this one soon, I promise): Kino played with her trying to deceive her while being in a relationship with Ari. Sabine fell in love (sadly) knew something was odd and found out the truth. Hurted Sabine took revange on Kino and everyone was hurted in the end… all becoming victims of one another.

Sabine wasn't a villainess, she was a victim... in fact everyone was. Kino started it and ruined everything, but suffered the consecuences by lossing the one he truly loved. Sabine was hurt and was taking revenge, hurting herself even more in the process and ending in a very toxic relationship with him. And BOTH hurted Ari which had nothing to do with it.

Sabine paid all this: she tried earning Kino's love and making him forget about Ari by giving him what she had and thought he desired (wealth, authority, status, power…) but he didn't want that. Because Ari had given him what he needed: love, comfort, support… she had given him a home, the feeling of not being alone and recognized him when no one did. Sabine could never compete with that. But she was prideful and preferred the feeling of having taken Kino for herself, even though she was painfully aware of her pitiful situation.

Depending on the ending: Ari disappeared and Kino becomes a shadow of what he was and returns to his evil phase to fullfil his new acquired responsabilities as the new Vibora king… just souless which means Sabine sank with him as well. Their relationship was very toxic and they did have a child but for pure obligation and naturally the toxic cycle repeated by Kino being a loveless father and Sabine being a mother who couldn't love their child properly by trying to earn Kino's love... pushing their child aside (neglecting him/her).

OR Ari comes back to take revange on both of them. Here, Sabine gets humilated and dethroned, condemed to spend the eternity with one man that she had loved but who hated her imprisonated for all eternity.

OVEREALL AND IN CONCLUSION: Sabine I mostly use her to fulfill a villainess role, but all this development makes me think if she's more like an antagonist in this timeline particularly… but a villainess in other AUs(?. I'm proud of her character nevertheless~! She sometimes redeems (ex. Black swan AU) and others she just has a role to fullfil.

Also a note: it may look like I hate Sabine, but I don't. I just made her in order to fit the villainess role and for that she had to be all the contrary to Ari.

Relationships:

Ari: Again, depending on the AU they either barely interact with one another or are 'nemesis'. Considers her weak, inferior and just a being that just exists and is Kino's partner (later on, recognizes her status as clan leader though). They are like water and oil: she's more ambicious, extroverted, sure of herself, seductive and purely sassy to the point of being cruel and mean. Unlike Ari that we know how she is.

Kino: Again, depending on the AU they either have an ally/diplomatic relationship or a toxic relationship. Kino might have felt attracted to Sabine as they are both demons after all, but never loved her unlike his love for Ari. Kino gets to hate Sabine in some AUs, but in the actual timeline, they are just fellow leaders of their respective clans with a strictly professional relationship.

Naomi: Honestly? They have a... complicated relationship. They have known each other for centuries, since they were both children and have a mutual 'respect' since they are the heiresses of their clans. They keep things professional for the sake of their alliances. However, they just stand each other, but not exactly like each other. Also their relationship changes depending the AU, it can get tense or simply cut all ties.

Yuri: Sabine looks down on Yuri for being a ghoul. Yuri treats her with the highest respect due to her lineage and that pisses Naomi off. They bearly interact with other outside some political reunions where he assists as Naomi's partner and as Kino's right hand. In other AUs, they have a tense relationship because Yuri is force to interact with her for being Kino's partner and tries to keep Naomi calm for the sake of peace.

Bonus: this is somehow how I imagine Sabine's and Kino's children would look like in an AU where they do end up together (They would only have one child and it would be one of these options, not that they had 3 lol. I think the most probable would the second option by genetics though).

*Manhwas used for illustrative reasons: I'll be the matriarch in this life, I will fall with the emperor, kill the villainess and Your majesty, please don't kill me again.

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danniburgh · 3 years

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Formalities and Introductions (a RushBit one shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: It's mother's day and you get to meet Javier's mom.

Word count: +2k

Chapter warnings: mentions of death and dead people and nostalgia.

A/N: This is canon RushBit after the main story, it will make sense once we throw ourselves into it. I just wanted to commemorate Mother's Day with this.

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May 9th, 1996.

You turned on the driveway and pulled over; when you turned off the car and grabbed your bag from the co-pilot’s seat, you felt your smile creep up on your face again and you tried to hide it, unsuccessfully.

You got out of the car and immediately the big black ball of hair that was Pepe ran out of Chucho’s house and you crouched to greet the old pup.

“Hi, good boy,” you cooed to him as his large tail formed whiplashes around the space “where are our men?” you asked him, standing up. The dog huffed and turned around to walk back to Chucho’s house.

You followed him and walked in. The first thing that welcomed you was the stern voices of two men arguing in spanish. You walked behind Pepe into the kitchen and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the arch frame of the entrance, neither of them seemed to notice you.

“No, viejo terco, no,” (stubborn old man) Javier chastised from the chair he was sitting on, his back to you, as Chucho chopped something on the counter, his back to Javier.

“Is that the way to talk to your dad?” you asked out loud, Javier seemed to wince and turned around to see you.

“It’s my dad,” he replied, Chucho chuckled, turning around to wink at you and to clean his hands with the kitchen towel hanging on his shoulder “I talk to him how I want to.”

“No, you don’t, shut up.” you teased, Javier smirked and took the can of beer that was resting on the table in front of him and took a gulp. Chucho sat next to him as you left your bag on the opposite chair.

“How’d it go?” Javier asked, watching you walk to the fridge and take out the water jug and make your quick way to the dish rack for a glass.

“I hate the DMV,” you mumbled, pouring the water on the glass and placing it in front of Javier, along with a kiss on his temple, “I got yelled by a lady trying to cut in line,” you chuckled and Chucho followed, you left the jug on the table and took the beer can from Javier’s hand, “but I got it.”

“Hey that’s mine,” Javier frowned as you walked to the sink and left the can there, “show it to me.”

“Was, drink your water,” you said, Chucho chuckled again and shook his head when Javier let out a huff, he knew better than to say something at that point, he knew how much you cared about Javier, “I even got surprised, I don’t look half bad in the photo.” you raised your eyebrows as you walked to the chair, took your bag and rummaged around it, finding the small plastic rectangle and handing it to Javier when you sat down.

“Half bad? you look gorgeous.” Javier mumbled, Chucho leaned to the side and Javier handed it to him.

“You do, Florecita.” Chucho said, smiling at you.

“Well thank you,” you smiled back at him, “with that driver’s license I’m officially a citizen of Texas.” you rolled your eyes and Javier frowned in feigned hurt.

“What’s wrong with Texas?” he said as you took the license from Chucho’s hand.

“I’m not saying there’s something wrong with it.” you shrugged, taking the water glass you had put in front of him and taking a sip of the cold water.

“You’re suggesting it.” he narrowed his eyes with that shit-eating grin of his.

“I’m not! what do you care? you hate Texas.” you rolled your eyes again and Javier faked a gasp.

“I don’t hate it, I’m just not fond of it.” he let out, taking out a laugh out of you. Chucho muttered something along the lines of chamacos locos (crazy kids) and stood up to resume his chopping.

“And yet you’re making me live here,” you chuckled out and Javier just shrugged, “what are you cooking, suegro?” you asked, and Javier took the glass from your hand to drink out of it.

“Meatloaf,” Chucho replied “Javi, remember to pick up the flowers in the morning.” he said without turning.

“Yeah.”

“What flowers?” you asked Javier.

“Tomorrow’s mother’s day.” he let out, moving on the chair to face you better.

“I thought it was this sunday,” you narrowed your eyes until your brain remembered that the holiday was celebrated on the tenth in México, “oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed,” Javier teased, knowing you just had to remember it, his hand snaked on the table to take yours “we’re gonna go see mom,” he muttered “wanna come?”

Javier felt a bit nervous asking you that; to go with him and his dad to the cemetery and look at a tombstone he hadn’t seen for a long time.

He didn’t talk about his mom often, because it all reminded him of the last time he saw her and the image of his smiling mother tortured him more than do him any good; he spent a long time of his adult years wondering if the choices he was making would disappoint the woman that had birthed him and wrapped him in so much love since the first minute he was on earth; he spent most of his life thinking what would his mother say if she found out what he was doing or why. And he still needed to work on restoring the memory of his mother in his mind, because she would smack him on the nape if she knew he avoided talking about her at all.

He saw your eyes, wrapped in that warm kindness that had settled in them since you had moved in with him and decided to stay by his side; he knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still had to ask.

“Sure, you don’t have to ask me.” you said, Javier nodded and gave you a tight lip smile and turned to his dad.

“You need help, pop?”

“No.”

Javier padded inside the room when you got out of the ensuite, towel drying your hair, he walked around the bed, sat on the edge of the edge of his side, his back to you, and picked up the book you two were reading before falling asleep.

“You ok?” you asked him, he hummed in affirmation while looking around the nightstand, “you sure?” you asked him again, he turned his face to look at you and saw you with your eyes narrowed as you threw the towel in the hamper.

“I’m fine.” he said, following you as you walked to the dresser and picked up his glasses, you shook your head slowly and sat next to him, handing the glasses to him.

“Liar, liar.”

He scoffed when you stood up and walked around to your side; he stood up as well, and you began that half put together routine you had before bed; pulling down the covers, throwing some pillows on the bed’s end bench and climbing on the bed to snuggle together right in the middle of the mattress.

“Do I have to ask you again?” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder as he picked up the book. He sighed and shuffled to face you.

“I haven’t been to her grave since I left.” he mumbled.

“I don’t think she judges you for it.” you let out, he chuckled humorlessly.

“You didn’t know her,” he said, “she does.”

“I don’t know her because you won’t talk to me about her,” you whispered and Javier sighed again, you turned your head to face him, he was already looking at you. “I understand it’s hard, but I’d like to know about her.”

Javier looked at you without saying a thing for a few seconds. His hand reached to your cheek and he nodded a few times.

“Ask away.” he whispered, you gave him a smile that he could only classify as the smile of a curious child and it made his chest turn around with love.

May 10th, 1996.

The bouquet was heavy, but you insisted on carrying it yourself, the smell of the pink carnations invaded your nostrils as Javier’s hand gripped yours in that entangled mess that was your fingers when you held hands.

“Por acá.” Chucho said, he was guiding you both through the narrow dirt paths of the Laredo’s Cemetery, Javier was helping you not step on any graves out of respect, he had said.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled, Javier snorted “I’m about to meet your mom, I’m nervous.”

Javier let out a nostalgic chuckle.

“You met her last night.” he reminded, you smiled, remembering him abandoning the book when you started asking what you wanted to know about his mom; where was she born, when, where she grew up, how did she like to be called, her favorite kind of music, how she used to call him when he was a kid; all the things you didn’t know.

The ones you did, Javier was not the one to tell them to you, it was Chucho; your non-father in law loved when you were in a curious mood because you nagged him until you got responses, and from him you had learned her name, how did they meet, when they got married and how did she die.

But you were eager to learn Javier’s perspective about his mom, because Chucho spoke about her with all the love and devotion of a husband, a man that knew her soul and her body; but Javier knew her kindness and her protective side.

And you loved every bit of her he handed you, it made her more real and it was as if you knew her too. Or at least part of her.

“So carnations were her favorites?” you asked him in a low voice, Chucho turning right on another path.

“Yeah, those and jacarandas,” he replied with a smile, you turned to see him and smiled at him “but those don’t grow here.”

“Isn’t Guadalajara filled with those trees?” you asked, almost in a rethory, remembering the brief time you spent in that city and seeing the streets filled with purple little flowers, Javier nodded.

“I saw some of those in Colombia too, most of them in Medellín,” he mumbled, gripping your hand tighter absentmindedly, it was still hard for both of you to talk about Colombia, but it was harder for him “reminded me of her.”

Chucho stopped in front of a white tombstone, on each side there were two stone vases with some half-dead flowers on them and he took his hat off, you looked at Javier and he breathed in heavily, you handed him the bouquet and he gave you half a smile.

“Hola, mi amor.” Chucho let out, “happy mother’s day” his usual stern tone faded and you felt a tight knot in the middle of your chest and bit your lip.

“Here, pop,” Javier undid the bouquet and gave him half the carnations, “hola, mami,” he whispered to it and you just saw them moving silently around the grave, you stood there, in front of the gravestone.

Margarita García de Peña. Beloved wife and mother. 1926 - 1967

The two men in front of you took out the dead flowers and put the carnations in the vases, Chucho stood there, a hand on the cold stone and started whispering to it.

Javier walked to you and you opened your arm for him to settle around.

“She was so young.” you said, he nodded.

“She had me young.” he mumbled, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Gracias.” you whispered. He looked at you with half a frown and saw you looking at the grave.

Javier huffed and shook his head with a soft smile adorning his face; he tugged you to him and wrapped you inside his arms, you put your arms around his waist and Javier kissed your temple.

“She would’ve loved you.” he murmured on your skin.

“She loved you.” you said, making him hug you tighter.

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threeletterslife · 4 years

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Propinquity (Law of Seesaw)

→ [6/7] of the Glossary Series

→ summary: You first meet him on a seesaw. What a surprise, your relationship with him is exactly like that of a seesaw too—there are ceaseless ups and downs. So much so that you wonder when it’ll end.

→ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 50% fluff, 33% angst, 17% crack | e2l!au

→ warnings: profanity, mean insults

→ wordcount: 9.2k

♫: Seesaw by BTS

You can't remember the last time you've gone a week without fighting.

There is always a new problem that arises. A new argument that is sparked from the depths of trivial problems. Then Yoongi stops talking to you for a day (or days if the fight is serious) and sleeps downstairs on the couch until he wants to crawl back to you and apologize. Other times, you're the one who has to drag yourself to your boyfriend's study with a plate of his favorite fruit and an apology in your head.

But it seems like the fighting never ends.

Now the bed feels cold. It is empty. Just like you.

You know that Yoongi's downstairs, either working with his new client (through the dead of the night) or already sleeping on the small couch. Though you're supposed to be mad at him, you worry. The couch isn't good for his already deteriorating posture. But you can't nag at him now. It'll result in more arguments.

When was the last time you and Yoongi didn't fight, though?

The correct answer is never.

From day one, you and Yoongi were destined enemies.

"Hi." You're a proud little child, standing up straight with your hands on your hips. A bit chubby and round in the middle but you flaunt the extra weight. "My mommy says I need to make friends before kindergarten starts."

"My mommy says not to talk to strangers." The young boy peeks at you through his shaggy black hair. He rocks the paint-nicked seesaw by himself, kicking his feet off the ground only to come back down with a light oof.

"I'm not a stranger," you scoff, crossing your hands over your chest. "Let me play on the seesaw!"

Yoongi doesn't even have time to answer because you're crawling up on the opposite side already. "H-Hey!" he yells but he's too late. The moment you innocently perch upon the seesaw, you’re slammed to the ground and Yoongi's lifted up high in the air.

Ah, the weight difference.

"GET ME OFF!" Yoongi screams. "GET ME OFF!!"

Your eyes turn wide. You hadn't meant to scare the boy. You thought everyone wanted to fly up in the air, and you were just granting the little boy's wish. In your head, you didn't even think of the possibility that Yoongi is afraid of heights. (Which was stupid of him to even try playing on the seesaw in the first place.)

"GET OFF!" Yoongi yells viciously at you. His face has turned a bright shade of pink and purple.

You think he looks like he's about to suffocate.

"I'M SORRY!" you shriek as you dive off the seesaw.

Yoongi lets out a high-pitched, ear-piercing scream as he subsequently flings off the seesaw. He lands on his butt several centimeters away from the rusty playground equipment and bursts out crying.

You gasp. Oh no. This was bad. Very, very bad. So you do the first thing that comes to your head: run away.

The boy's cries become louder and louder as you sprint in the opposite direction, but you grit your teeth and dash on. Eventually, your guilt for throwing off a boy from the playground seesaw dissipates when your mother buys you ice cream for lunch. Food is always the solution.

You have no idea that day you accidentally made a little boy cry was the day you met your future boyfriend. You just thought you met a crybaby coward.

And he thought he met the devil. If the devil was a chubby little girl with chipmunk cheeks and rolls on her arms.

You two had no idea you would meet again.

So far, the first day of kindergarten isn't going so great. All the other girls brought their barbies to class. You brought your stuffed animal snake—Mr. Slithers.

And now the other girls don't really like you. Because "snakes are icky!" Their words, not yours.

If they only knew this week was a rainforest theme in your head. Every day of the week, you would prepare to bring a new stuffed animal that lived in the rainforest. Today would be the green snake, then tomorrow, the tree frog and so on. But no one applauds your genius planning skills.

So you mope around for half of the day. The girls are playing princesses with their stupid barbies and they won't let you join because a snake cannot wear a ball gown.

You end up poking at the seesaw in the kindergarten playground. It's boring when there's no one else to sit on the other side. Mr. Slithers isn't heavy enough to seesaw with you either. You want your mommy.

"You!" a high-pitched voice shrieks.

Jumping, you whip your head around to see the little boy. No. The same little boy who you accidentally flung backward on the seesaw.

"Are you gonna throw me off the seesaw again?" he yells. For such a skinny little boy he has quite a loud voice.

"I didn't mean it!" you yell back.

"You need to apologize to me!"

"No!"

You run away again.

And just like a real big stupidhead, Yoongi tattletales on you to the kindergarten teacher, Mr. Kim. In your defense, you didn't even do anything to Yoongi at kindergarten, so Mr. Kim can't make you apologize to stupid Min Yoongi.

Mr. Kim agrees with your defense. But he doesn't approve of you using the word, stupid, so you have to apologize to Yoongi anyways. While you're positively livid, Yoongi is triumphant.

That is only the start of the rivalry.

In first grade, Yoongi calls you fat.

You aren't normally one to waste your time tattling to the adults, but Yoongi did it to you in kindergarten so it only feels right to get revenge. But apparently calling someone fat is much worse than calling someone stupid. Yoongi has to apologize to you and he has to sit in the time out corner. He also gets a call home so his parents are notified of his bad behavior.

In second grade, you start losing weight. Not because Yoongi called you fat. But because you figured you should start exercising to be as healthy as your gym rat parents. When you tell the second-grade class you want to become a football star and you've planned out your whole athletic pathway, Yoongi is the first one to rudely laugh at you. So you make sure to boo his presentation when he brags about writing a whole book by himself (it's called Dot Goes to School—pretty mediocre stuff). Both of you have your recess privileges taken away.

Staying in for recess with someone you absolutely despise is not worth the satisfaction you got from teasing them. So you and Yoongi become more discreet in your never-ending ways to spite each other.

In third grade, Yoongi calls you a stick during recess. He makes sure to say it loud enough so you can hear his insult but not as loud so the playground monitor doesn't hear. Sneaky brat. You turn to him with flashing eyes and tell him very upfrontly, "Says you."

The rivalry still exists in fourth grade, when both of you feel like you're too old to play on the playground. The seesaw incident is still ingrained in the backs of both of your heads, though. So even when you and Yoongi have your separate groups of friends, you still manage to be mean to each other.

For instance, the day before the annual fourth-grade square dance, you and your new group of friends spread a rumor that Yoongi has cooties. As a result, no one wants to be his partner the next day.

But then your partner, that brat, Park Jimin calls in sick on D-Day and so your plan backfires in your face. You dance with Yoongi. And now you have cooties too.

In fifth grade, girls are starting to talk about boys during recess. When the shy, cute Gayoung confesses her crush on Min Yoongi, you have to excuse yourself from the friend group. Instead, you go out on the fields to play soccer with the guys. Thankfully, cooties are 'for babies' in fifth grade, so you have free reign with the boys.

Park Jimin confesses he likes you in sixth grade. He tells you that you are pretty. But his confession was definitely not in your schedule. You're supposed to go to swim practice in five minutes. So you wave him off. Not because you hate him. But let's face it. The boy ditched you in fourth grade and you had to dance with Yoongi. Plus, now Jimin's Yoongi's friend. There is no way in hell you are going to butt noses with Yoongi's friend.

The whole grade goes in an uproar when they find out you rejected Jimin. You couldn't care less.

Seventh grade is weird. You finally get your period. And the new sex-ed class collectively makes everyone embarrassed. It also starts the influx of period jokes from yours truly, the boys. Whenever a girl is in a bad mood, the boys yell, "YOU MUST BE ON YOUR PERIOD!" You make note of every guy who says this. Then the second time they yell that to a poor girl, you hold up a tampon with ketchup on it. It shuts them up so well that all the girls in your grade start to carry around tampons and ketchup packets.

Surprisingly enough, Yoongi isn't part of the rowdy group of boys who make insulting period jokes. He's gotten much quieter over the years (middle school must've brought some sort of maturity on him), but he still finds ways to make your life miserable.

When there are rumors that Jimin will ask you out to the Halloween dance, you actually prepare to accept—maybe just to spite Yoongi. But turns out the whole rumor was a lie made up by the boy you despise. So you're rendered embarrassed.

In eighth grade, to your surprise, Gayoung asks Yoongi out. Of course, Yoongi would say yes. He knows you hate Gayoung. She had grown ample boobs and fit in with the popular girls who talked about boy bands and got dress-coded every day. You have no idea why such a popular girl would ask out a nerdy, rat-faced boy. But apparently, Yoongi is conventionally handsome. What a load of bullcrap.

It irks you even more when they become a revolutionary couple—the first time a girl has asked out a boy.

You make a bet with your friends that the couple won't last a week. Your wallet cries that year. You lose nearly ₩30,000.

By tenth grade, they are still dating.

You're starting to wonder if Yoongi somehow got his grubby hands on a love potion. There's just no way that whiny asshole can keep a girlfriend for that long. But according to your friend who is friends with the friends of the friends of Gayoung's friends, Yoongi is a good boyfriend. You want to gut yourself after hearing that.

Gayoung is always bragging about how Yoongi buys her flowers before class, and she makes sure everyone knows of this by posting pictures of the aromatic bouquets on Instagram. Yoongi often writes her little love poems and short stories, and though you're 100% sure Gayoung doesn't read them, she posts those online too. God, she is so annoying that you unfollow her. (You've blocked Yoongi's account a long time ago.)

For the most part, though, when hating Yoongi is not on your mind, your life is pretty normal. And you're definitely content. You and a sporty transfer student from America, Jungkook, have hit it off. It's fun taking him around everywhere to taste test all the convenience stores in Korea.

Until the day you catch Jimin and Gayoung lip-locking behind your favorite kimbap store. You and Jungkook look at each other with wide eyes. Before Jungkook can stop you, you snap a quick picture of the action and run away, tugging your friend along with you.

"Dude, you should delete that picture," Jungkook says for the billionth time.

"No can do," you tell him. "I'm sending it to Yoongi."

"To spite him?"

"Duh."

"Aren't you helping him by telling him his girlfriend is a cheater?" Jungkook challenges.

You squint. "You're actually right, Kook. Then I won't tell him."

"Isn't that a little bit too mean?"

"What??"

"I mean, they've been dating since eighth grade. It's been nearly two years, right?" Jungkook points out. "I think Yoongi deserves to know."

"Don't you dare!" you gasp.

"Sorry, Y/N," Jungkook shrugs. "It's just the right thing to do."

Two days later, Gayoung comes to school wearing not the school uniform but a short skirt and tight shirt. Her arm slings around Jimin, her apparent new boyfriend. Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.

Rumor travels around fast. And they're all accurate for the most part.

But it's not very satisfying to see Yoongi missing from all the action. The whole school day, you wonder where the fuck the boy is. Maybe he's crying his guts out. You've never experienced heartbreak before, so you're not sure if you have the right to say Yoongi necessarily deserves it. You can say though, that he had it coming. After all, all those years he teased you, he hadn't felt a single bit of remorse.

Sucks for him.

It's dark by the time you begin to walk home from school. You'd stayed late to brush up on your horrible chemistry skills so you wouldn't completely fail the final test. On the walk back, you notice the familiar playground. You'd grown up with that thing. But it's been a while since you've cared enough to stare at it.

Usually, the rusty old playground is empty. But today, a figure sits in the shadows. More specifically on the seesaw.

It brings back memories. That had been the same seesaw that had started your rivalry with Min Yoongi. And someone's sitting on it.

You squint, your curiosity getting the better of you as you creep towards the figure. Oh god. Once you see the outline of the person, you know this isn't going to be a very fun experience. Ew, you think. Gross.

But that's until it occurs to you that the person is crying.

Holding your breath, you walk closer to the crying boy. He's shaking, hands covering his face. The other side of the seesaw is up in the air.

He's crying about Gayoung, you realize.

You breathe out. "Need someone to sit down to fling you out again?"

Yoongi jumps. He hiccups. Then he quickly wipes away the tears streaming down his face. "Shut up."

You grin, sitting down on the other side of the seesaw. And this time, neither of you fling off. It is completely balanced.

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi croaks when he realizes you're not going to be leaving any time soon. He sniffles, but for the most part, he hides the fact that he'd been crying very expertly.

"I dunno." You shrug. "What are you doing here?" When there's a pause, you add, "I didn't see you in school."

"Oh, didn't know you cared."

"I don't."

"Figured."

"Did you break up with Gayoung?"

Yoongi laughs scornfully. "No. She broke up with me."

"Yikes, really?"

"What is your deal, Y/N?" Yoongi sighs. "Are you going to laugh in my face? Tell me I deserve this?"

"Not anymore..." you grumble. "Because now there's no element of surprise."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I reckon you spread the rumor?"

"...The rumor?"

"Yeah, the fucking rumor!" Yoongi shouts, throwing up his hands. "You're the one who told everyone Gayoung was cheating on me!"

"Woah, there! I didn't say anything about it!" you yell. "It's not my fault your ex decided to hook up with Jimin!"

"What??"

"Here! I have the fucking receipts!" You whip out your phone, aggressively swiping through your photos before landing on the exact one you were looking for. When you show Yoongi, his eyes turn wide but his posture deflates. He looks defeated.

"She actually cheated...?"

The way he says it with wide eyes and a slumped attitude makes you feel a tiny bit of pity. But the habit of being mean to Yoongi sticks.

"I'm not even surprised."

Yoongi glares at you.

"I mean," you say with an innocent shrug, "she's been eyeing other guys since you started dating her."

"I know..."

You are not about to show sympathy to Min Yoongi. You are not going to let down your guard. You are going to stay cold and emotionless—

"I'm... uh... I... er, I guess I'm sorry."

Yoongi lifts an eyebrow. "Why are you sorry?"

"Well, it just seemed like you really liked her—"

"Nah."

"Oh?"

"This is going to sound very stupid."

"Try me." You grin. "In my eyes, you always sound stupid. Remember? I got in trouble for calling you stupid in kindergarten."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "How could I forget?" He grips the seesaw handles. "I don't think I've ever really liked Gayoung."

"Damn, this is tea," you gasp. "Why bother dating her for so long, then?"

"Ha!" Yoongi laughs. "Good question, Y/N. I don't know," he says sarcastically. "I was probably trying to piss you off. Didn't think it'd last that long."

"Oh??" You raise your eyebrows. "But didn't I just see you cry over Gayoung?"

"Er—"

You definitely caught him in a lie. Though it's dark, you can imagine Yoongi flushing a bright shade of pink—he does that when he's guilty. Not that you cared enough to notice over the years.

"It's okay she's with Jimin now. Not your problem."

"Is this your half-assed attempt of trying to solace me?"

"No?" You make a face. "Why on earth would you think I'm trying to solace you, Yoongi? You called me fat in first grade."

"I see you still hold grudges."

"Oh, that's really my only talent," you snort.

"Aren't you a really good planner?"

"Me?" Is this a compliment you hear?—and from the Min Yoongi?

"Yeah, you're going to plan the graduation ceremony, right? They hand-picked you from the student council, didn't they?"

"Well, uh, yeah." You raise your eyebrows in both surprise and suspicion. "Didn't think you'd care."

"I don't."

Of course.

"Okay, fine by me."

"Why are you even here again?"

You pause. Actually, why are you here? You could've just simply walked away and never had this conversation with Yoongi. But you'd stopped. And now you're talking with him. You answer him truthfully. "I really have no idea."

Another pause.

"Are you gonna ask me to leave?"

"... No."

"Oh." You cock your head. "Okay."

The two of you stare at each other. A staring game commences.

But Yoongi blinks first, claiming you the victor of the little contest. "You can stay if you want."

You scoff. "Excuse me, I didn't know I needed your permission."

Yoongi throws his hands up in the air. "Do you always have to fucking pick a fight?"

"You're the one who starts them!"

"I didn't even say anything mildly rude."

Okay, he might kind of have a point. Maybe all those years of hating him have ingrained permanent hatred in your head, so whatever comes out of Yoongi's mouth seems like an insult that you have to respond to with equal rudeness by reflex.

"Where did we even go wrong?" you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

Yoongi snorts. "Literally right here. On this seesaw."

"You're right," you laugh. This is probably the first time you and Yoongi have agreed on something; it's a foreign feeling that doesn't quite settle right in your stomach.

"Remember when Jimin had a crush on you?"

"Oh stop—" Just one single sentence brings back so many memories.

"Now he's downgraded to girls like Gayoung," Yoongi snorts.

"Oh?" A wide smile stretches across your lips. "Are you saying I'm an upgrade compared to that vile girl?"

"When you put it that way, I'm not so sure."

In any other circumstance, you'd think Yoongi's attacking you again, putting up another unnecessary fight. But right now, it's obvious he's just teasing you.

"Let's face it, Yoongi. I'm better than your ex, aren't I?" you tease right back.

"Barely," he grumbles, but he mumbles under his breath, "but yes."

Thankfully, your owl ears pick up the last part and you grin haughtily. "That's all I needed to hear." Just by habit, you glance down at your watch, frowning when it reads a little past 10 p.m. You're definitely behind schedule right now. Strangely, though, it's kind of worth it, talking to your self-proclaimed nemesis without ripping each other apart with moderately hurtful words.

Yoongi takes notice of you checking the time. Always the same, he thinks. He can't remember the last time he saw you without a watch.

"Anyways... it's getting kind of late..." you say. But you're careful not to stand up from the seesaw—just in case you'll accidentally fling Yoongi off again.

Yoongi nods in agreement. "Yeah." But what he hears next is beyond what he would've ever thought would come out of your mouth next.

"Wanna get some cup ramen? I know a good convenience store nearby."

"With me??" The words slip out of Yoongi's mouth before he can maintain his stoic, chilled composure.

"Why not?" You shrug. "Maybe tonight's the night we can finally stop fighting and act civil for once."

"I am getting tired of the back and forth bickering," Yoongi admits. "Not a bad idea, Y/N."

"I come up with genius ideas once in a while." You flip your hair back and grin. "We just can't stay out before 12 because I need to plan my friend's birthday party before 1."

"I'll get you home by then."

"You're going to walk me home? How boyfriendly."

"It's a habit," Yoongi grumbles.

"A good habit. Keep it up, Min," you laugh. "Then you'll get a new girl in no time."

The two of you count to three before carefully getting off the seesaw together. There are no accidents this time. Everything seems... balanced.

The most what the fuck moment in your life comes when you wake up one morning and realize the person you text and hang out the most is, indeed, Yoongi. Months ago, the thought of him made your blood boil. Now, he's just a friend—a very close friend, too.

Entering eleventh grade with Yoongi by your side is weird. Every other school year, the two of you tried to stay away from each other as much as possible. Yet this year, it's the complete opposite. The two of you solace each other. Even if that involves heavy teasing and harsh verbal exchanges.

"You idiot!" Yoongi shrieks. "And you just let her get away with it?"

"Why yes, why yes I did!" you scream in your shrill voice that makes Yoongi almost flinch back. "What was I supposed to do? Yell at her and tell her I deserved to be class president and not her? Tell her to her face that she cheated the votes?"

"Yes?!"

"Well, I didn't have the guts!"

"Why do you always run away from your fucking problems?"

Yoongi's words pierce through your heart and suck up your anger, replacing it with regret. He’s right though. When something doesn't go the way you planned, you have a habit of ditching. You're afraid of the consequences that will follow when you freestyle everything. And Yoongi knows this.

"I-I... I just... It's easier," you sigh, slumping over your desk seat. "What else am I supposed to do?"

"Fight back maybe?" Yoongi's tone is softer after he sees you become dispirited. "I mean, hey, you win some, you lose some."

"I know... I just feel like I'm always losing these days."

"It's okay," Yoongi says. His big hands awkwardly pat at your back. And as funny as it is that he's attempting to comfort you, you're actually well comforted. "Doesn't matter whether you win or lose. What matters is the experience."

"Wise words."

"Well, I'm a wise person." Yoongi gives you a shit-eating grin.

"Oh god."

Sometimes, Yoongi's the one who breaks down, though it's not as often as you do. But once the storm comes, it's hard to make it leave.

"Please don't talk to me right now."

"But Yoongi," you plead, knocking on the door to his room. "I had to practically beg your parents to let me in!" you whisper angrily. "Come on, open the damn door!"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Do you want me to break the door down??"

Silence follows and a small click indicates that the locked door is now open. You carefully turn the knob and push. Yoongi faces you immediately and the way his eyes are red and his cheeks are wet is indicative of a beforehand hysterical crying session.

"Oh, Yoongi..."

"I said I don't want to talk about it," he mutters. But you know he's just saying that because talking about it will make him cry again. You know him too well.

You pull him into a hug. "Maybe music isn't for you," you say. "It's okay if you failed that path. There are many more to take."

He's silent, squeezing you tightly. But you don't mind the silence at all. It's more peaceful that way, and you know he's actually listening to you when he's not talking.

"You're good at writing aren't you?" you whisper, patting his back. "Maybe that's your path. And if it isn't, so what? Poke at every pathway until you find one that's just right for you."

It's advice for yourself as well. Yoongi's upset that he was rejected from a music audition he was preparing to pass for years; he knew he wanted to pursue music and he did it, though it might not have been very successful. You, on the other hand, have no idea what you want to do in the future.

"I guess we both have to start on new paths now, right?"

By twelfth grade, you and Yoongi are beginning to bicker like a married couple. At least, that's what Jungkook says.

"For the last time, we do not sound married!"

Jungkook rests his head on the palm of his hand. "Sure. Sure."

"The thought of even being romantically interested in Y/N gives me goosebumps," Yoongi snorts.

"But the good kind of goosebumps if you know what I'm talking about," Jungkook says. He wiggles his eyebrows in such a suggestive way that you mock vomit.

"Okay, gross," you groan. "The day I catch feelings for Yoongi is the day the whole world will end."

"Um, right back at you," Yoongi frowns. "Don't worry," he says, giving you a cocky grin. "I'm very repulsive. You'll never catch feelings for me."

"We'll see about that," Jungkook snickers.

Every year, Yoongi writes you a birthday letter. Even now, in college, he manages to find time to make the same effort he's made for the past two years. Every year, he somehow makes you cry with his elaborate words. And every year, Yoongi films it because he's a little shit.

This year though, the tone of the letter is much, much sweeter than you expected. Almost as if it's a love serenade and not a platonic letter to your best friend. The writing is elaborately flourished and fluffed up to the point it sounds like a love poem. And you swear Yoongi spritzed perfume on the envelope because the letter smells (shockingly) amazing. The message itself doesn't make you cry. Instead, after you finish reading it, you stare up at Yoongi's camera in shock, jaw dropped open but no words coming out of your mouth. Yoongi seems to like that reaction a lot, and he even zooms up on your dumbstruck face to make fun of it later.

He'd written ten things he loves about you. And it drove you crazy that you didn't know whether it was platonic or romantic.

Love, Yoongi. He'd signed the letter. Not the usual, From your bestest motherfucking greatest friend, Yoongi.

What the fuck did 'Love, Yoongi' even mean??

And it happens so that the two of you fight about it later on.

"This year's birthday video is the best one yet," Yoongi laughs as he tries to turn the camera around to show you the screen.

You jerk away, frowning. "That is not funny."

"Why? Didn't like my letter this year?" He's teasing you but you're annoyed.

"It was different."

"A good different?" Yoongi nudges your shoulder, a smug smirk plastered on his lips.

"Literally, please, stop. Before I wipe that smirk off your face."

"Okay, okay," Yoongi sighs, raising up his hands in defense. "I bet you're just salty you can't name ten things you love about me."

"You're right, right now, I can name zero things," you scoff.

"Liar. You wouldn't have stuck by my side for this long if you didn't love me."

The fact that he's right makes it more irritating.

"Fine. One. You're an asshole—"

"Come on, is that really a reason?" Yoongi laughs. "This isn't ten things you hate about me, you know."

"Hear me out. You're a certain species of asshole that I find slightly more bearable than any other asshole," you say. "I think you're a tolerable asshole. It's a compliment."

"Thanks?"

"Two. You're an idiot—"

"Is this how the rest of the reasons gonna go?" Yoongi scoffs incredulously. "My letter was heartfelt at least!"

"No, but you're a bearable idiot. The kind that irks your strings just enough to make you pissed but not enough to make you explode. No idiot is tolerable but at least once in a million years you give good advice." You shrug as Yoongi shakes his head in denial.

"I always give good advice."

You roll your eyes. "Three. You're not very good looking—"

"I shouldn't even have asked," Yoongi grumbles. "Why did I fucking bother?"

"No, but you're not ugly. Isn't that good news?" you giggle as Yoongi just shakes his head at you. "It's perfect! That way, you attract people with your personality and not your looks! It's a compliment," you add when Yoongi glares at you.

"Whatever," he says.

"Four!" you say triumphantly. "You are drama-free. Except with me. But I'm an exception because I'm special."

"You got that right," Yoongi mutters underneath his breath. "What about five?" Compared to a minute ago, he looks more interested in your list now.

"Five? Well, you're genuine," you say nodding your head. "You wouldn't let me walk around with an eyelash on my face or spinach stuck between my teeth."

"Yeah 'cause you'd embarrass me too because you'd be by my side," Yoongi protests.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

"Fine. Six?"

"Six... hm..." you hum. "You have pretty eyes."

Yoongi laughs out loud. "Thanks, I guess."

"Seven... let's see... hm..." You rub your chin thoughtfully. "Well, you put the toilet seat down for me."

"My mother didn't raise a hooligan."

"I actually agree with you on that one," you say, laughing. "For eight, I want to just say you're a good friend."

"You stole my number 8 on my letter to you!"

"Yoongi, you should just be glad I even repeated it back to you," you giggle. "Wanna hear nine before I forget?"

Your friend sighs but he nods.

"You're a very good writer. And I'm not just saying that to boost your already enormous ego or anything, but I genuinely think you can write," you say. "And I love that because then I get these good ass letters on special occasions. It's weird how you can choose each word so carefully that all of the meanings fit in this gigantic well-flowing story. And you'd think you'd use all these hard vocabulary words to throw me off, but your writing's easy to read and comprehend. It makes it more impactful." You quirk your brow at your friend who finally looks satisfied. "Is that enough?"

"Yes, now that's more like it!" Yoongi grins. "Butter up my ego a bit more, won't you?"

"Can't. I don't have a number ten for you." You shrug. "Sorry."

"C'mon, you can only think of nine reasons why you love me?" Yoongi leans into you, poking your cheek. "I thought of eleven but I had to take one off. This isn't very fair."

"Oh? What was the eleventh?"

"It was more of a joke so you don't need to know."

"Excuse me? I love jokes—even though I don't take them very well."

"Yeah, well, I especially don't want you to take this a bad way," Yoongi says.

"Was it something mean about me??"

"Kind of."

You frown, scrunching your nose. "Try me."

Yoongi shrugs. "Fine, then. I called you oblivious. Happy?"

You lean back from your friend, giving him a disgraceful look. "Me? Oblivious? First of all, no. And second of all, why would you love that about me?"

"Oh, I don't know, because you're so oblivious you can't even tell that I like you??"

One look at Yoongi and you can tell he's dead serious. "Woah," you breathe. You want to ask him to repeat what he just said to see if you heard him correctly the first time. But he's already looking a little impatient at your delayed answer. So you gape at him, muttering a soft, "Like? As in...?" You can't finish the sentence.

"As in love?" Yoongi finishes for you. "Sure."

"Bro..."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I thought the letter made it obvious, Y/N."

"Well, I thought you were joking." You fidget with your hands. "Damn, Yoongi, now what the fuck am I supposed to say?"

"Do whatever you want with that information," he says, shrugging so nonchalantly that you wonder if this man even has feelings.

"Broo..."

"And if that means you're gonna keep saying 'bro,' then I guess that's fine too." He gives you a shit-eating grin.

"No, it's just that... wow. Since when??"

"Like, a year ago? Bit after Jungkook called us a married couple," Yoongi says. "But I'm so dead inside I hid it pretty fucking well. I kept thinking it'd go away too, but man, I still like you now, so I guess the feelings aren't going away anytime soon."

"But what are you proposing??" You run your hands through your hair. "That we go out??"

"Okay, you said it, not me."

You huff. It's weird. This dynamic you have with Yoongi. One moment you're bickering and the next, Yoongi's confessing his feelings for you. Strangely, though, you're not as turned off as you expected.

"One date."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "One date?"

"You can buy me dinner, and if it goes horribly, we're going right back to friends," you bargain. "In the case that it goes well, then, uh, you tell me."

Yoongi laughs. "Oh, I'll be the one to tell you, all right."

And unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the way you look at it), he's right. Four days later, your relationship with Yoongi becomes official. It irks your strings that none of your friends are even the slightest bit surprised about your newfound romantic relationship with the man you'd known for way more than half of your life.

"We all saw it coming, Y/N," they tell you. "We're actually surprised you two didn't date sooner."

But Yoongi is actually a good boyfriend, so there are no regrets. Aside from the small bickering here and there (the married couple kind of arguing), your relationship with him is sound. And the fact that not much has changed in the way you treat each other since you began dating makes you wonder if you were technically in love with Yoongi this whole time but you were way too blinded by your stupid senses and habitual, platonic teasing that you didn't think you actually liked him romantically. It doesn't really matter now, though. Because you're with him anyway.

Yoongi's love language is quality time and coincidentally, so is yours. College becomes a blast. When you're not studying, you're with Yoongi and when you're not with Yoongi, you're 'studying,' but really thinking of your boyfriend.

Yoongi has a way of plaguing your mind. It's been like that since you were little, too.

Once out of college, things become more difficult. Marriage matures into a serious question that neither you nor Yoongi is ready for. So both of you put it off.

As soon as you secure a job as an event planner and Yoongi becomes a professional grant writer, the honeymoon phase of the relationship plummets to the ground.

For nearly eighteen years you were a victim of Yoongi's 'teasing.' His judgmental remarks. But there is a time and place to be a critique.

"Oh, come on, the food isn't even that bad, Yoongi. Just a little bland. That's it."

"There was a hair in my soup," your boyfriend complains. "I'm asking for another bowl."

"Okay, fine, but don't ask for the manager like last time."

"Last time, the waitress called me a tightwad!! What was I supposed to do?"

"Just let it slide? You yelled at her for bringing you bad food when she didn't even cook it! Can you please stop acting so above everybody?"

"Whatever." Yoongi sets down his silverware. "I'm gonna Uber home." He tosses you his credit card and it slides across the wooden table and stops right in front of your dish. "And I'm going to write a Yelp review of this shitty place."

"You're not a fucking entitled writer! Stop acting like one!" you call out to him as he turns his back to you and storms away.

You end up eating dinner at a restaurant by yourself. Yoongi's right, the place is shitty, and the food is bland, but it's not downright intolerable.

Often, these days, it feels like your relationship with Yoongi is spiraling downward. The two of you cannot seem to agree on anything. It reminds you when you'd hated him in your younger years. But you can't hate him now; you live with him.

He's unavoidable.

Usually, Yoongi drives. The car feels foreign to you only because you normally don't sit in the driver's seat. The short mixtape of songs Yoongi wrote and produced for you plays the moment you turn on the engine. He'd gifted that to you a few months ago, after one of your bigger fights. You let the soft serenades play as you drive home.

No matter how many times you and Yoongi fight, the two of you make it up to each other somehow. There is no fight without a resolution. Yoongi will be waiting for you when you get home.

And he is. He's waiting with a blueberry yogurt cake from Paris Baguette sitting on the kitchen island and a letter in his hand. A written apology. Because Yoongi thinks he conveys his feelings better in writing than with spoken words.

"I'm sorry for storming off..." he says almost shyly. The man is nearly twenty-five years old but he sounds and looks like a guilty child with his lips pulled out in a pout and his eyes glancing nervously at your face to see if you weren't going to yell at him. "I, uh... didn't write the Yelp review."

How can you stay mad at that?

"And I wrote you an apology..."

You walk closer to your boyfriend and hug him. "Thank you..."

"Yeah," he says. "And good news, the cake will be really flavorful compared to what you had for dinner."

You smile. "Good thinking."

After a storm, there is always a rainbow. When there is a down, there is an up. And vice versa.

"Can we please stop planning every single fucking second of our lives?" Yoongi says exasperatedly. He flings away the brochure you had handed him that detailed the week's trip to Hawaii down to the last minute. "We're going on vacation. This makes me feel like I'm going to a stupid summer camp."

"If we're going to Hawaii, we shouldn't just relax around in the hotel all day, Yoongi," you scoff, gathering the abandoned brochure and tugging it to your chest. "There's stuff to see on the islands. We need to try everything my friends did! Why would we even go to Hawaii if we're not going to do these fun activities?"

"Come on. 7 o'clock breakfast? 8 o'clock hiking up to the falls? 10 o'clock scuba diving in the ocean? 12 o'clock lunch at the top of a big ass hill that we have to climb up ourselves? 1 o'clock zip-lining meters in the air? 2 o'clock festival? I could go on, but isn't that too much? When can we breathe?" Yoongi shakes his head. "No way. And all of that's just in one day. And the second day is even worse. Y/N, I want to go there to rest."

"If you wanted to rest, then you can do it at home," you argue. "Why go to Hawaii to rest?"

"There are different types of resting," Yoongi sighs. "What's a better way to fall asleep than in front of the ocean? We get to relax in a hotel, which means we won't have to make our beds or cook our meals or even do the dishes. That's relaxing for me."

"Well, it's not relaxing enough for me."

"Come on, Y/N. We went to Banff and you planned every single second of the trip there. I thought it was miserable. Can we please relax just once? For literally one trip?"

"But I already booked everything..."

Yoongi curses. "Why are you always four steps ahead of everything? It's unnecessary!"

"Maybe I'm not four steps ahead and you're just four steps behind!"

"Oh, so you're telling me that everyone else in the world plans their days down to the last second." Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Bullshit, Y/N."

"It's not my fault you're so—so, fucking lazy!"

"I'm not lazy!" Yoongi's eyes flash as he slams the dinner table. "You're just too high maintenance! Fucking nobody can keep up with you!" Before you can react or even yell back, he pushes his chair away and stands up, stomping away in a fury. You can hear him enter his study. There's that familiar door slam again. And the click of the lock means you won't be getting in that room anytime soon.

You're left by yourself, clutching the Hawaii brochure to your chest. A little angry at yourself but a lot madder at your boyfriend. With a bitter scream, you toss the brochure in the trash and curl up in a ball at the side of the couch.

But the thing about you and Yoongi is that with time and space, you recognize each other's perspectives. The rest is history.

Three hours just crying out your pent-up anger gets the irritation out of your system. By the time you're done though, you're a little hungry and guilty. You make a few phone calls and switch things around.

"Hey." You knock on the door of Yoongi's study. You're too afraid to turn the knob yourself. "I know you're in there."

No answer.

"I canceled the excessive activities..." you whisper against the door. "We can plan the trip together... I mean, better yet, we don't even have to plan anything at all... We can be..."—it pains you to say but—"spontaneous."

"Go away. I'm trying to work."

Sometimes Yoongi takes a bit longer than you to come around.

But by dinnertime, he's crept out of his study and has already ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant. The steaming pile of white rice and perfect side dishes lie on the dinner table, waiting for you. He waits for you too.

"I got a new client," he says, looking down at his hands. "And I got your favorite food." You notice that he's holding the Hawaii brochure you'd thrown away. It's a little wet on the sides. Maybe because Yoongi had to wipe off the remnants of the leftovers in the trash that had stuck onto the paper. Your boyfriend finally looks up at you. Shyly. Almost cautiously. "Wanna compromise?"

"Compromise?"

"We plan half of the trip and wing the rest of it," he offers. Yoongi slides you the brochure. "See, so I was thinking..."

You've always hated roller coasters. They are almost always unpredictable with head-jerking twists and turns that bring you closer to vomiting the contents of your stomach rather than pure bliss. There are one too many ups and downs.

Yoongi likes to joke that your relationship with him is a roller coaster. Only because there are too many dips that rocket up to the sky only to plummet down again. You disagree. Because, eventually, no matter how shitty the ride is, roller coasters do end. Your relationship with Yoongi is not over.

You like to compare your relationship with Yoongi like the ocean waves. But during a tsunami. The ups are great; the towering waves give you a beautiful vantage point. And it's all fun and games until the waves crash down on everything you once loved, destroying them. And the process repeats so much that in the end, there is nothing left.

That's what you feel now. Empty.

Alone in the bed with Yoongi downstairs and nowhere to be seen near you.

After a while, even the highs of the relationship makes you feel numb. The lows wreck you past your breaking point. It takes more time to find resolutions—the fights go on for longer than days, even weeks.

When you were younger, fighting with Yoongi was irritating at most. Now, they leave you sobbing and drinking alone in the corner of the bathroom. But it's so late in the game.

You've known Yoongi for over eighteen years of your life, since kindergarten. You keep telling yourself that he's the only one in the world who could understand you; and you're the only one in the world who can understand him. But other than that, you can't find another reason why you're with him.

Sometimes, you listen back to the mixtape he made you years ago. The lyrics don't apply to you now. And this year, for your birthday, he half-assed a letter for you last-minutely because he was 'busy.' Busy drinking with his friends the night before. You've stopped planning your dates for months.

Actually, when was the last time you went on a date with him?

You can't recall.

Maybe the back and forth arguing you and Yoongi had gone through in the majority of your relationship was a sign—a bad sign. If only you hadn't met him on the seesaw that day. Then maybe none of this would've happened.

You might be dating someone you have things in common with. Maybe someone you don't argue with as much.

Falling asleep with tears in your eyes that keep the pillow wet until morning is an occurrence that you're too familiar with. It is an occurrence you want to stop. When Yoongi isn't downstairs by morning, you're thrown into further misery. He usually works from home... He must be really angry to leave without saying anything.

You eat breakfast by yourself. Lunch consists of ramen. And dinner... Yoongi's still not home so you skip the meal altogether.

By 9 p.m., you look at your phone. You don't want to be the first person to break—the first person to apologize—but you worry. Will he hang up on you? Tell you to go away? The possibilities seem endless.

So much thinking hurts your head. Some fresh air might do the trick. Before you know it, you're wandering around a familiar rusty playground again. It brings back childhood memories. When your hand trails across the paint-chipped monkey bars, you're brought back to when you were only six years old. The towering obstacle had looked so big when you were little. Now, you could easily cross the bars by simply walking.

It's strange to see the once-bustling playground be completely empty and in the dark. You hear that they're going to tear down this place to construct a little convenience store so no one must've visited this playground in a very long time. You'll miss it when it's gone. You had a lot of fun around here.

Just as that thought passes through your head, your eye catches sight of the seesaw.

Ah, the start of everything.

Slowly, you walk towards it. Each step makes your feet sink further in the smoothed over gravel but you manage to sit at the very edge of the seesaw. Immediately, the other side flings up in the air. It reminds you of when you flung Yoongi in the air. A pretty funny memory. But not right now. Thinking about Yoongi now hurts.

You hate it when you start to contemplate the worst-case scenario. A breakup. Moving out. Stress. Tears.

You run your fingers across the rusty handle of the seesaw. Hopefully, things don't come to that. But how much longer can you handle the arguments? They seem to be elongating as time passes. What if one day, the argument lasts a month? Several months? A year?

If there is one thing in your life that you strive to achieve, it's predictability. With Yoongi, there is none of that. He makes last-minute plans out of nowhere and doesn't tell you until the last second. Then you have to go on a frenzy to reschedule everything. It is a cycle that you've become sick of. And he's sick of you planning everything.

That has been the issue of the last ten fights.

The same issue.

And it's unfixable.

You and Yoongi are rock bottom on the very floor of the Mariana Trench. The back and forth game of banter has turned into something more serious, and it just isn't as light-hearted and funny anymore.

"Hey."

You nearly fall off the seesaw at the sound of Yoongi's voice. He's got his hands shoved in his pockets and he looks like he was awake for more than 24 hours.

"H-Hey," you say.

"The seesaw, huh?"

"Yeah." You nod. "The seesaw."

Yoongi smiles but it's not a very happy one. Even now, you don't think either one of you wants to apologize for the fight.

"I've been thinking," Yoongi sighs. He doesn't spare you another glance before he sits on the other side of the seesaw. You're suddenly jerked up in the air. There used to be a balance but it seems like Yoongi's gained some weight—or you've lost a lot. "Remember when I said our relationship is like a rollercoaster?"

"And I said I disagreed."

"Right." Yoongi sighs. "I take that back. We're not like a rollercoaster. We're in a game."

"A game?"

Yoongi gestures at the seesaw. "This is our game."

"...The seesaw?" You raise an eyebrow at the man but Yoongi doesn't budge.

"Yes. Look." Yoongi pushes off the gravel with his feet, putting himself in the air while sinking you to the ground. "And when you push..." Following his words, you launch yourself back in the air. Yoongi looks up at you as he sighs. "We're always on opposite sides, opposite places."

"Even when we try to balance," he continues, trying to lift his body to bring you down to the same level as him, "we fail." He ends up higher than you now and you look up at him.

"Some game this is..." you mutter.

"It's a game of ups and downs," Yoongi tells you. "It's tiring, isn't it?"

"Of course it is."

"And like all games... there is an end."

You raise both eyebrows. "Oh."

"From day one, you know... we weren't really supposed to get along," Yoongi says. "But somehow seeing each other every day, bickering with each other... all of that let us be in closer proximity with each other. And then we thought we were meant to be."

"You're analyzing our relationship?" you scoff.

"Don't act like you haven't done the same, Y/N."

You're silent.

"It doesn't matter whether we love each other at this point, Y/N... Does it? Love or not, I don't think I can live like this."

It's ridiculous. You're having a grown-up discussion possibly leading to a breakup on a fucking seesaw of all places.

"You want to separate?" Your voice comes out smaller than you expected. When it becomes a reality, it's much harder to digest.

"You've been thinking about it too, right?" Yoongi sighs. "I mean, I heard you call your mom the other day. And it didn't sound too good."

Guilty. "Well, yeah, I've been thinking about it... Just... I just didn't think it'd become a reality so soon." And you always thought you would have initiated the breakup, not the other way around.

"Yeah... I felt bad you always took initiative with things so I decided to save you the stress and do it myself."

"Wow. Thanks." You shake your head. "Real thoughtful."

"Right?" Yoongi grins. "I don't think a lot will change if we break up. We've always hated each other a little."

You let out a wry laugh. "I'll never forgive you for calling me fat."

"And I'll never forgive you for calling me stupid."

"Looks like we're even."

"Yeah, for once." Yoongi shrugs. "I guess we can be platonic roommates until I find another apartment."

"Sounds good to me." You ignore the tears welling up in your eyes as you try to smile. "Let's get off this seesaw to seal the deal then."

"The end of the game." Yoongi's voice shakes just enough for you to know he's crying.

And as the two of you walk back to your shared apartment with tears streaming down your faces, you realize you wouldn't have it any other way. A breakup any later would be regretful—even wasteful of time. A breakup any earlier would've left you to separate forever. A breakup now is perfect.

You're acquainted enough to still possibly be friends. But not bound by marriage to make the procedure worse and more complicated.

Of course, you love Yoongi. But sometimes, you love the wrong people—the people you don't belong with, the people who won't make you happy. You're just glad you didn't run away in the beginning. Yoongi taught you a difficult rivalry, a difficult friendship, a difficult relationship. But you don't always have to go the hard way.

When a relationship becomes like a game—repetitive with the addition of wins and losses—that's when you know you can stop.

You'll be on the easy route now and find someone who is as crazy about planning as you.

You look up at Yoongi. His cheeks are wet with tears but he doesn't necessarily look sad. Instead, he looks hopeful. Like he'll find somebody who can appreciate his love for leaving sarcastic Yelp reviews or somebody who loves spontaneity as much as he does.

And when he finds that special somebody, you'll be happy for Yoongi. But, of course, not before you tease the living shit out of him first.

—masterpost

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#ficswithluv #btswritersnet #btswriterscollective #bangtanfairygarden #btswritingcafe #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi imagine #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #bts #bts fanfiction #propinquity #okay let's pretend i totally posted this fic last friday #like halfway thru this week #i remembered i never posted on friday omg clown #🤡🤡 i don't even think i've been on social media #school rlly said no❤️

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noratilney · 2 years

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Hello, nice to meet you

The oc creator bingo sent me

For your five OCs you’re feeling at the moment: what’s one fun/cool fact about each of them?

Hi! Nice to meet you!

Emma - Her favorite animals are birds and one of the first things she does when she arrives in Mystic Falls and starts to settle in is make friends with the local birds. She’s fascinated by the pre-Columbian pigeons native to the area and looks forward to the chance to see species that are extinct by our time. Emma knows a handful of words in Russian and Spanish and so is surprised by how quickly she manages to pick up Old Norse. She discovers that she is allergic to pokeweed while using the berries to dye a dress purple she was making for her sister. Emma really misses pizza, Chinese food, pad thai, pierogi, paella, etc. and wishes she didn’t have to eat pretty much the same stew everyday in her new life.

Abby - Her second middle name is in honor of her dad’s godmother, Magdalena, who single-handedly raised her dad after his parents died but Abby has never met her because she lives in Colombia. The idea of becoming a parent in her teens like her mom terrifies her. Abby loves cozy sweaters and usually goes for comfort over fashion. She wears coconut lime verbena body lotion from bath and body works.

Anneliese - Anneliese loves horror movies which is a surprise to a lot of people when they find out because she’s not particularly brave. She likes to knit and learned to knit, crochet, and sew from her grandmother. Anneliese loves hot chocolate and all manner of sweet things. She’s a big animal lover, pretty much all animals except snakes. Anneliese has a crow named Billie instead of the standard owl. She’s terrible at math.

Victoria - Her grandmother bequeathed her a number of classical Muggle literature books when she died, which kick-started Victoria’s reevaluation of the pureblood belief that wizards = good, muggles = bad. She’s also independently wealthy thanks to the money she inherited from her parents, mainly from her mother’s side. She hates being called anything but Victoria.

Rilla - She is her parents’ only child and related through her dad to the Naberries which is how she got her job as assistant to Senator Pooja Naberrie but Rilla has no interest in politics and not an ambitious bone in her body. She has opinions on all kinds of things that not everyone cares about, like the right order to eat certain foods and which bakery makes the absolute best of a certain kind of baked good. If she lived on Earth here and now, I think she’d definitely be a food and travel blogger.

and I threw in three more just for variety:

Bailey - She loves fairy tales and retellings. Two years ago she and her mom made her a truly epic Ozma costume based on the John R. Neill illustrations for halloween. She loves to bake. As an only child, Bailey does struggle with co-habitating with Buffy and sharing a room.

Mariana - Mariana wants to be a serious stage actress, performing with the Royal Shakespeare Company would be dream come true. She once put milk in the electric kettle and ruined it and no one will let her forget it, least of all her younger sister Antonia. Her other dream would be playing soccer on a professional level and going to the Olympics.

Megan - She moved to the Gold Coast from Singapore and before that lived in New Zealand, San Francisco, and Taiwan. Megan likes to make her own clothes (or at least modify them) and her favorite model is her younger sister Sophie. She loves to take photographs.

#asked and answered #that demigirl #that-demigirl #emma ragnarrsdottir #abby cardenas #anneliese friedlich #victoria carrow #rilla larlaal #bailey lawrence #mariana garcia sandoval #megan chu #thank you for asking!

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luminesimper · 4 years

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Hashira x Child! Pillar Reader (2) Pt.1

yuhh pt 2 after like 3 weeks lolol, so this is going to be the second time you see each individual hashira!! btw i’m going to do like 4 hashira in this post and 5 in the next!

-Mitsuri Kanroji

*As you’re taking a stroll through the Ubuyashiki mansion’s garden, you stop and stare at a familiar pink and green-haired girl. Mitsuri is standing directly underneath a cherry blossom tree, wearing a kimono that has pink flowers all over it. The pink and green-haired girl holds out her hand to catch a falling petal, and all of a sudden, ten-year-old you accidentally lets a word slip out of your mouth.

“Pretty. . .”

Mitsuri hears this and turns around, only to see you in all your adorableness. Immediately, her heart is struck by an arrow and she’s obviously surprised that you’re standing there. Immediately, she realizes that you just complimented her and her cheeks become a shade of pink. Flustered Mitsuri makes her way over to you before crouching down and smiling at you.

“U-Um Y/n, right? If it’s okay, would...would you like to go get some mochi with m-me?!”

-Giyuu Tomioka

* You were just trying to go get a bowl of ramen at one of your favorite restaurants, only to walk in and end up seeing none other than the water pillar there. The familiar black-haired man is sitting down, his back faced towards you - either he didn’t notice or was just ignoring you.

Blinking, you nonchalantly take the seat next to him, and place an order for your favorite food. Then, you glance at the black-haired man and notice his bowl of Salmon Daikon. Giyuu turns to his side as you’re looking at him and both of you make eye-contact.

“.........”

The two of you stare at one-another in silence, Giyuu’s eyes widening as you then give him a small toothy grin, only to have him go back to facing his food immediately.

Confused, you just assume he doesn’t want to talk and just sit in silence until your meal arrives, then smiling and digging into it. Secretly, Giyuu takes a peak at the ten-year-old next to him - examining what you ordered. He wants to start a conversation, but being the introvert he is, doesn’t say anything.

In the end, after many tries of pumping himself up, he finally has enough confidence and a topic to talk to you about.

“That was yummy!”

You mutter to yourself, pushing away your bowl and standing up. At the very moment, Giyuu was about to try to start a conversation, only to have you finish your food. Talk about bad timing!

With a full belly, you hum to yourself happily as you walk out of the restaurant, not realizing that you left poor Giyuu dejected, with his bowl of Salmon Daikon.

-Shinobu Kocho

Staring at the ceiling, you lay on the white bed, trying to recall everything that happened. You were assigned a mission to investigate why a lot of people were going missing in a village, and ended up fighting against four strong demons. After defeating three out of the four, you go in to finish the fourth, only to get surprised attacked and sliced in the stomach by his Demon Blood Arts. After using the last of your strength to kill him, you end up fainting.

In the middle of you trying to remember all of this, the sound of the door makes you turn your head - and in comes a certain black-haired woman with purple tips.

“Ara ara, you’re awake. I wish we could have our second time meeting each other on better conditions, but more importantly, how are you feeling~?”

You blink, wondering why the insect Hashira is here, but then you faintly remember that the Butterfly Mansion tends to those who are wounded. Shinobu must be the head of it. You give her an adorable smile, as if to say everything was okay, and she returns a bigger smile.

“Can you sit up for me? I’d like to check your injury~” You look at her with confused eyes. Injury? What injury? Nothing in your body ached or was sore. Complying with her request, you start to sit up - only to wince at the pain in your abdomen.

Oh yeah, that injury.

“Ah, be careful. Here - let me help you up~” Pushing you up gently, she gives you a pat on your back. After tightly securing a set of bandages around your stomach, Shinobu takes a seat on your bed. “Ta-da! Your wound is going to heal just fine though. However, make sure to change your bandages every three to four days. If you’re not able to do it, come to the Butterfly Mansion and I’ll be happy to do it for you~”

With a nod of your head, you carefully slide off the bed and Shinobu leads you to the front door of the Butterfly Mansion. As you’re heading out, she stops you for a second.

“Ara, I almost forgot. Can you hold out your hands for me?”

You comply to her request, and the Insect Pillar takes out something from her pocket and drops it into your hand. Your eyes start to sparkle once you see what it is - a sakura-flavored candy. Plopping it into your mouth, you wave to Shinobu and enjoy the sweet taste, forgetting all about your wound.

-Obanai Iguro

While happily sitting down on the back porch of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your ears perk up at the sound of rustling between some bushes. Confused but curious, you prepare to stand up and walk over there - only to see a small white thing shoot out of the bushes.

“A...a snake!” You say to yourself in excitement.

The small, white snake slithers over to where you are, and you both make eye contact. Its tongue goes out of its mouth and before you know it, you’re already picking it up and having it wrap around your hand. A small giggle comes out of your mouth when you boop the snake’s nose.

“Kaburamaru, where-”

A voice out of nowhere startles you and you instantly turn to the direction of the sound. Going out of the forest and into the light, you see a short man with shoulder length hair. He’s wearing bandages over his mouth and has heterochromia, one of his eyes being yellow and the other being blue. You blink at his sudden appearance, still petting the snake though.

The black-haired man looks at you and then the white snake you have in your hand before he sends a glare and an annoyed look your way. Before you could react, he snatches the snake out of your hands.

“Brat, what were you doing with Kaburamaru?”

As he asks this in a fairly scary tone, you finally recognize his appearance and remember that he’s the Serpent Hashira, Obanai Iguro. You also connect the dots and remember that Obanai had a white snake with him at your introductory meeting.

Standing up, you bow and then smile. “Hi, Mister Obanai! Um, sorry, I should have gotten permission to pet your snake! But it just looked so cute, I couldn’t help myself...” You reply, almost in a sheepish way. It might have just been your eyes tricking you, but you see that Obanai’s face softens a bit at what you said, only to go back to his glare.

“Don’t touch Kaburamaru without my permission.”

In the blink of an eye, Obanai disappears from your sight and you sit back down on the porch. A smile appears on your face and you swing your legs back and forth.

Instead of saying to never touch his pet snake again, Obanai instead said to get his permission first. You plop yourself on the wooden floor of the porch and smile, thinking of how lucky he is to have a cute pet like Kaburamaru.

#demonslayer #kimetsunoyaiba #obanaiiguro #shinobu kocho x reader #giyuu tomioka #mitsuri kanroji #hashira #pillars

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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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All’s Fair In Love And War //Yandere Lucifer x reader x Yandere Belphegor

WARING: Toxic relationships, slight sexual themes, implied noncon, manipulation.

Huge thanks to Vanya ( @dear-yandere ) for inspiring this fic, love you lots darling!

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing"

You gripped the wooden handle of the spoon tighter, eyes closing for a fraction of a second, just to fight off the mental image of who was behind you. The oldest and the youngest two enchanting nightmares.

It had -for the most part- always been like this. Back in heaven, you had been a dear friend of Lilith's, thus resulting in you spending a great deal of time with her brothers. Out of the six, you had enjoyed Belphagore's company the most. The two of you had a relationship akin to that of crushing middle schoolers too embarrassed to tell the other exactly how they felt.

Then there was the morningstar, the favorite child, who made it very clear that he liked you. Constantly touching you in some manner, having an arm around your waist or having his face, his lips mere inches from your skin. Causing the flesh to heat up and melt into a pink blush shade.

When the war in heaven had broken out, you'd been practically obligated to join the rebels' side. Fighting alongside your life long friend and her family. Resulting in your ultimate fall into the Devildom. That's when the trouble had really started. Belphegor rebelled once more this time against lord Diavolo, causing his older brother to lock him in the attic. Those where quieter times, Lucifer barely paid you to mind, being too preoccupied with the new exchange student and their constant pact making.

But those times had ended, broken and shattered by the freedom of your former crush and the possessiveness that followed suit.

You felt a warm breath hit the side of your neck, Belphegor pulled you closer to his chest. Gently gliding his fingers over the soft skin of your forearm all the way to where your fingers grasped the spoon. With a forceful tug, he pried your arm away causing the wooden utensil to fall on the tile floor with a soft thumping noise.

"Belphegor are you even aware of the mess you're creating?" Lucifer marched towards the two of you, his embodied rage evident in each step he took. His leather-bound hands swiftly flew to your head. Intangling themselves softly in your silky locks. There was something so soothing about feeling you, your delicate skin, your soft hair, everything about you was perfect, molded to fit him like a puzzle piece.

The moment in all it's short-lived glory was serene and almost gave off the notion of being normal and dare it to be said, sweet. But as one minute bleeds into the next, the avatar of sloth got fed up with his bother's gestures once more. He took a step back and then another tightening his grip on your waist to the point where bruised stated forming and dragging you away from his bother. He mumbled a "hmph" and glared daggers with his rich purple eyes. "She's mine Lucifer, back off!"

"(Y/n) I do have to say nights in the Devildom use to be so peaceful! Why did that ever have to change?" Lucifer smirked, mischief dancing in his blazing eyes, while words sharper then knives prepped themselves on his tongue ready to be catapulted to his younger kin.

"Do you remember how you use to cuddle in my arms? Your face buried in my chest mumbling about how you could hear my heartbeat? You were so happy so calm, simply allowing yourself to be soothed by my fingers drawing shapes on your tender bare skin."

The words pierced Belphie's heart and mind. Brain fluttering with images of you lying naked next to his disgusting brother. Him actually having the audacity to touch you, speak to you, look at you! In a haze of rage, he brought his arm up to your neck, fingers locking on fingerprint shaped bruises from the last dramatical fit the two brothers threw. Yet another incident where you where the defenses darling, the poor spectator being trampled by the cast.

You desperately tried to explain what had really happened. That the firstborn had constantly dragged you to his room. Forcing himself on to you as you begged him to stop. Only after he was done did he let you rest. Crushing you in his grasp and whispering degrading nothings into your ears until you drifted into a nightmare induced slumber.

But of course, the end justifies the means, like most things in the house of lamination. It didn't matter that Lucifer had raped you. That he had committed the sin. It was you who was at fault. You who would feel the pain of Belphagore's wrath.

As the blue-haired demon's fingers tightened, even more, his mouth found it's way to your neck. Biting an already purplish-red mark. For a second, you pondered who had left it there, Lucifer or Belphagor? In the following second, your mind snapped back to the horrid reality in front of you, when Belphagor bit down harshly on the old love bite. Causing you to choke out a moan. His hand that was wrapped around your waist untangled it's self and slid down your torso, under the skirt of your RAD uniform. His fingers quickly slipped into you, releasing anther gag like noise to escape your captivated throth.

"I don't like being ignored you two!"

It was a demand, 'pay attention to me' it screamed 'I'm here too!' really it sounded more like Lucifer when he was still a little angel in heaven throwing hissy fits when you and Belphagore didn't let him play your little games.

In a flash the dark-haired demon was in front of you, digging his fingers into your shoulders and locking his lips with your own. His fang-like teeth piercing your lower lip drawing droplets of blood. His tongue snaked into your mouth, shoving its self down your throat.

"You being selfish Lucifer, I always watch, it's your turn now."

The oldest darted his eyes upwards staring menacingly into the youngest, eyes. He didn't break the kiss until he knew you would faint from the lack of oxygen. When he pulled away, a thin layer of slava stuck to his lips. Act as a chain to connect the two of you. "Really now Belphi I'm being selfish? You're the one that started this game, I simply intend to win it."

Please no you begged siliently when they "played" you ended up as the casualty. Too sore and bruised and bloody to get up the next day. Missing classes and getting scolded by Diavolo or Barbatos or if you were particularly unlucky Lucifer himself. Interesting another game to take place. Really it was a cycle that never seemed to break. Belphi vs Lucy, Lucy vs Belphi and poor you cough in the crossfire. The victim, the prey, the sufferer. Yet never once were you permitted to complain.

After all, all's fair in love and war...

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mother-snake · 4 years

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Headcanons? Headcanons.

❤️💛💚💙💜

Janus

Has blond curly hair (its like curly fries)

He HATES his hair so he wears the hat

Can flirt really well! But as soon as someone says anything he's a mess of blushy snek

He's the shortest

He's the youngest (Thomas was 10 when he appeared)

Virgil and him are brothers! But Virge acts more like a father to him due to age gap

Coping mechanisms are to watch Chicago on repeat and eat cookie dough by the buckets

He LOVES jazz!! Swing is his favorite but he also loves chigago jazz

He had multiple pet snakes

His scales go rainbow when he's excited

When he's blushing the scales go neon yellow

Is colour blind in his snake eye

He owns a record player

The other sides love Janus' hair so they always steal his hat

Janus is smol gremlin who is angry about hat theft

Big fan of Over the Garden Wall

Also likes the cat from Coraline

HATES BIRDS

He's a little shit that likes to do pranks

The red patch around his left eye is a burn scar (Not turning this angsty. Not turning this angsty. I AM NOT MAKING THIS ANGST!) same with the line on his cheek

Uses his Shepard's crook to get things off high shelves

Really likes wine

Sleeps on top of the stove like a fucking cat

He hisses too

Cold blooded boi

He owns a heat lamp

Can, will and has fought someone for the TV remote... Let him watch his shows

Logan

Is a prolific flirt. He can't even stop it at this point

Watched Bill Nye as a child

"Logan whatca doing?" "I'm testing whether or not crofters tastes better by its self or inside cookies."........"you're baking cookies?" "Im baking cookies."

He has a cat!

Her name is Artimus and she is a BRAT.

Logan is the best cook

Second youngest (Thomas was 6)

Him and Remus watched Horrible Histories together as children

His glasses are ALWAYS dirty

Really likes Christmas (shhh don't tell anyone)

Roman and Remus

They share a room

It has a thick black line separating it in half

Roman's side is a complete mess. He doesn't know where anything is. He's summoned paint 50 different times and as lost all paint sets

(in reality, Janus keeps stealing them and hiding them in the others rooms.... Its revenge for them stealing his hat all the time)

Remus' room is always perfectly organized

Re gets super upset when Ro's mess spreads to his side

Doesn't actually eat deodorant. Its carefully shaped cheese

Re can use one weapon and one weapon only

Ro is better with a bow then his sword but keeps the sword bc aesthetics

Neither of them can cook for shit

Both are himbos

Both need glasses

The middle children (Thomas was around 5) Roman is slightly older then Remus

Patton

Can bake. Not cook

Had a pastel goth face as a teenager

Needs to get his glasses updated. Hasn't gotten around to it (never really will)

Can some how keep his glasses always clean... No one knows how

He can juggle

Second oldest (Thomas was 4)

Virgil

Tired. Always tired.

Addicted to coffee

Has black hair

Sleeps on top of the fridge on a regular basis

Has a pet spider

Oldest side (Thomas was barely 1)

Janus may own the Shepard's crook but Virgil uses it the most to control the sides

Owns a glow in the dark, neon pink, holographic T-shirt and refuses to tell where he got it from

Is the second best cook. But always makes the same dishes

Has a tumblr

Memes are his main life source

Goes to bed at 4 am and wakes up at noon

Wants Janus to PLEASE listen to him for once and NOT eat buckets of cookie dough for a coping mechanism? Janus please just talk to someone. This is going to kill you from salmonella

Peanut butter cookies are his most favourite thing ever

Eyes glow purple when angry

General headcanons

The light and dark sides are assigned when the sides get created

There is a gray place.... We don't talk about the gray place.

V and J are brothers bc they are both self preservation

The sides love movie nights

.....

Hmm I think thats ok for now. Let me know if you want more headcanons! I have alot....

(will put comment here once my brain has decided to function. But just know these are adorable and amazing headcannons)

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talesofsonicasura · 3 years

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Origami Dreams

Another experimental fic involving Jujustu Kaisen but with Yuji this time.

Origami, the craft of folding paper to create extraordinary creations. An art very treasured in the far East especially one specific legend. It was said if one were to fold a 1,000 paper cranes, then the gods will grant that person a single wish for their dexterous hard work. Something a lot of people gave up on from how difficult or monotonous the task was.

To one little boy named Yuji Itadori, it was a pastime he spent alongside his grandfather. For it all started when a classmate had given him a book on origami. He couldn't remember her name but he never forgot the image of fire and lightning upon the memory.

Not even the next day, his classmate had perished in a vicious car accident. To keep her last gift from becoming forgotten, little Yuji began to learn the craft of origami. First it started small like flowers or a snake, then in three months he crafted fantastic dragons, phoenixes and even an origami castle from scratch with masterful talent.

His favorite pieces of origami were simpler than all of his creations. It was a pair of sibling rulers, a king and his younger sister. They sat happily together on two thrones belonging to his origami castle, although he needed his grandfather's help to put them there properly.

Something that always brought him joy was looking at his masterpiece alongside his grandfather. You can only imagine the look of 7 year old Yuji on a day that could be described as a nightmare. A small boy with chocolate brown eyes, salmon hair sitting over almost black thin locks, and barely 3 ft tall watch his grandfather get carted into an ambulance.

The man had suffered a severe stroke which had put his only guardian into a deep coma. A tragedy that left a child returning to an empty house all alone. For a few days, Yuji barely ate anything and avoided his room where his castle lied. One day, he had found or to be precise tripped over the origami book given to him by his fallen classmate.

The book opened onto the legend of the 1,000 paper cranes. Something that gave the boy's soul fire once more. He returned to his room and began his quest to fold the finest paper cranes he could make. Searched every room for spare paper, if he ran out then he took any he could such as pages and color sheets.

Over the span of months, the little boy crafted paper crane after paper crane. Even if he missed up multiple times or lost a few cranes, Yuji never gave up. Finally on the night before his birthday, the child was crafting the last two paper cranes. Cranes crafted from various paper circles around the near 8 year old at his desk.

Slightly pudgy hands tiredly work to fold the wings of a red paper crane with the light of his desk lamp. Above his highest shelf sat a large green checkered origami castle and between its walls were two thrones which sat two origami people. They were sibling rulers for the folded crowns that sat on their sun blond hair heads.

"I'm... almost finished." Said the little boy, drowsiness slowly taking over his senses. He shakily picked up the last piece of blue construction paper and began to fold. Yuji's eyes felt heavy as fog filled his thoughts. First was the body, then came the head, and the wings were to follow.

"Only...a few…*yawn* more folds…" His head turned slightly to the castle of origami's sitting rulers. Their smiling eyes looking back at him as he was on the last two folds. Yuji needed to make a wish before folding the last crane.

It was getting harder to stay awake but he wouldn't sleep until he finished this. The salmon haired child looked at the incomplete paper bird in his hands. Vision growing fuzzy from tiredness, Yuji made the last fold and with his last bit of consciousness made a wish.

"I wish I wasn't alone…" And the boy's mind went black followed by a soft thud. Unbeknownst to the child, his wish would come true as the clock struck twelve. It wouldn't be how he expected though.

Something dull and pointy began to poke the boy's pudgy cheek. Crumbled words reaching the child's ears as his brain slowly came to life. "Hey brother! Our not paper creator is waking up! His rosy cheeks feel like pillows!" A childish young girl's bursting with excitement spoke as Yuji tiredly realized he wasn't alone.

Sleepy brown eyes slowly open to two very familiar pieces of origami overlooking him. Two people with one female and the other male. The female had blond hair with two large curls folded at the back, a folded dress robe made from yellow construction paper, peach paper forming the head with two small black strips to make little eyes, two point folded paper crown that adorn her head, white point fold arms and dark brown point fold legs.

Her male companion had pale blonde hair folded into a large curl that cover the left side of his face, a royal robe made from dark violet construction paper, a gold three pointed paper crown sat on his head with narrow black pieces paper to form eyes that were in a deadpan expression at the moment, purple point fold arms and white point fold legs.

Yuji knew who these surprisingly 1 ft and half tall origami were, they were the two siblings of his Origami Castle: Olly and his little sister Olivia. His two prized creations were floating before, completely alive almost if by magic. The 1,000 Paper Cranes magic. In seconds, the sleepiness faded away as the salmon hair boy sat up in relative shock.

"No doubt the young child is having an existential moment. He may have crafted the 1,000 paper cranes but he wasn't aware of the power that origami can possess. Particularly to those dedicated to the art." Spoke Olly who floated around the room to observe the child's work.

Olivia merely sat herself on the boy's desk to look at the various cranes that sat there. "Creator, take a few deep breaths. It should help calm you down a bit." Without even questioning her instructions, the little boy took a few deep breaths. His nerves and shell shock dissipating in little time.

"You're saying that all my hardwork brought you both to life? Does it mean that something happened to Grandpa too?" Olly flew over to Yuji upon the spoken question. "If you are talking about 'Wasuke Itadori', the hospital had made a call a few hours ago. His pulse has returned to normal and should be waking up soon. He is in extensive care, sadly. It means he can't leave without further risk to his health."

Even though his grandfather was stuck in the hospital, knowing his only family is going to be okay made the little boy happy. The 1,000 Paper Cranes had fulfilled his wish although with two extra attachments. Olly and Olivia had been brought to life. Speaking of which…

"You guys don't have to call me Creator all the time. Just call me Yuji." Yuji smiled brightly at the origami siblings. Olivia giggled before playfully patting the child's cheek. "Sure! Olly, Olivia and Yuji! That sounds like the beginning of a fairytale." The paper princess wasn't wrong on that assumption.

After that day, the little boy now lived in the once empty house with the two living origami. Something that had a lot of obstacles to face but nothing too harsh. First was money for necessary essentials, such as food and water but learning material too.

Selling origami was actually a good source of income with the presence of the two paper siblings. Olly and Olivia had magic which they used for various things but at the moment was to keep any origami Yuji sold to be immune to both damage and age. Some of his creations went from 200 yen to even 5,000 yen per piece depending on how advanced it was.

The two siblings would have to keep out of sight since any normal person would hunt them down for bad purposes. Luckily, Olly and Olivia could fold themselves to pocket size pieces that Yuji could carry with no trouble but they couldn't come to school.

Cooking wasn't much of an issue to learn although there were quite a few accidents with cookbooks and a blender that should never be told. However it appeared that there was much more to his life than magical Origami. For two years later, Yuji learned Olly and Olivia weren't the only ones who changed. He did too.

A 10 year old Yuji Itadori had found himself in a very bad situation. Sometimes selling origami creations would be difficult at some point during each year. This often led the young boy scavenging through abandoned places to look for anything valuable to sell.

He had found an old empty shack that wasn't too far from his house. It had enough scrap metal and loose change that could make up around 9,000 yen in cash alone. Problem was that there was... something living in the shack. And it wasn't friendly.

Yuji was running for his life with Olivia and Olly in his pockets. Behind the child was a blobfish-like abomination with multiple bulging yellow eyes across a gross green body, 15 deformed hands bent in unnatural ways that serve as legs and a large mouth filled with monstrous teeth along a long slimy tongue.

"What is that thing?! It looks so gross!" Olivia screamed within his shirt pocket. The monster had taken them by surprise when they were searching for more scraps. Too fast to prepare anything except to run. "I think it might be a Curse. Something about this world felt off so I did a personal investigation." Chimed Olly from Yuji's jacket pocket.

Both kept their little tirade about breaking the house rule quiet to hear what vital information that could save their life. "Curses are creatures invisible and invulnerable to those without Cursed Energy. I did come across an interesting fact, our Origami Magic can be used to successfully fight them!" Eyes widened upon Olly's explanation.

Too bad Yuji's foot got caught on a tree root which sent the child to the ground hard. "Yuji!" Olivia shot out of his pocket quickly unfolding herself to full size so she could help the boy up. None of them could prepare when the hideous Curse leapt at the two. Life flashing before his eyes, a single thought went through the salmon haired boy's head.

I want to live!

In seconds, the sound of rippling paper and a distorted gasp tore the silence to pieces. Opening eyes he didn't realize that he even closed, Yuji was greeted by an incredible sight. The vicious curse had been snared in large peach ropes of folded Origami that led to a dark blue fold. The very paper itself was the child's own arms, flesh and cloth turned into powerful origami of 1,000 folds.

Without hesitation, Yuji held the monster tighter in his grips as he raised his long origami arms into the air. "Leave us alone!!!" And the child slammed the monster brutally into the ground. It splatted but not into blood or gore. No, the creature exploded into paper confetti of its original green color.

Olly slipped out of Yuji's pocket to stare at the scene in utter shock before turning to his sister. A glowing orange symbol of a hand was on the right side of her chest which vanished upon Yuji's hands turning back to normal. "That was the 1,000-Fold Arms Technique you just did! And the...Curse turned into confetti." Olivia gawked in absolute shock.

It made no sense. Only paper or origami could use the technique and only origami would become confetti upon defeat. Not the hands of a child or a defeated monster. There was only one explanation. "Our magical presence has affected Yuji. He can use origami magic." That very sentence from male origami ruler was enough to picture how things had drastically changed.

After that day, the boy and his two paper companions learned to understand the powers little Yuji now had. It was a hard task for experimentations were needed thus led to occasional battles against Curses. Over the span of 5 years, the child had grown into a young man skilled in the art of origami magic.

There were still some spells he couldn't do without assistance from either Olly or Olivia but Yuji could defend himself against moderate strength Curses now. Although, nothing could compare for the third thing to come into his life. The Cursed Finger of Ryomen Sukuna.

It had occurred two weeks before afternoon clubs would begin at his local high school. The once small child now was a teenager standing around 5'8 in height and most of his baby fat was replaced with lean powerful bulk. Even though Olly and Olivia couldn't really grow like he could, the two happily took advantage of his new height to hang onto his shoulders instead.

Wearing a long coat or cloak on his back along with this 'koala cuddle' meant they didn't have to hide in his pockets if the weather was nice. Anyway, he had a huge cram session to deal with since there would be a big test in a few days. This meant that sometimes he couldn't cook and had instant ramen substitute for dinner.

What he didn't know was in the extra large cup of beef and pork ramen, something had accidentally got inside the package. Olly was sitting across the table looking through the stack of books Yuji had brought home. The origami prince had taken up reading and writing as a personal hobby so the teen often picked up books or writing material.

Olivia was sitting on the couch watching a cartoon on the TV. She usually spent her time drawing comics or acting out scenes from her favorite shows. In fact, Yuji made an account on the computer where the origami princess could post her comics whenever she wanted. Something that exploded across the internet as they end up getting emails to publish them on real paperback.

"Hey Olly, that stapler you wanted to buy should be in stores a few days from now. You want me to grab it for you?" Yuji questioned while slurping some noodles. "Table manners Yuji. And yes, I would like that. It's been so long since I've seen my beloved pet." The origami prince replied while flipping to the next page of his book.

The salmon haired young man pulled up something wrapped up in his ramen noodles. It was too tightly wound to take a better look but the teen could see it was dark meat of some type. Shrugging his shoulders, Yuji put the clump of noodles and meat in his mouth.

Olivia who was about to ask her brother something instantly paled at what was about to go down her creator's throat. It looked like a decrepit old rotten finger with a large claw, so old that it was dark purple and clearly toxic. "That's a crusty finger not beef!" And the finger went down the boy's throat before anyone could move.

Olly quickly flew over to the couch as the kitchen table exploded into splinters. The cause being their salmon hair roommate whose arm was held up in a swipe manner, an arm covered in intricate black tattoos and had large violet claws. Both watched as two slits that emerged under Yuji's eyes alongside black tattoos opened to reveal smaller red eyes.

Or the fact their friend laughed in a deeper more manic voice reminiscent of a psychopath. "Ahahahaha! It feels good to be alive again! Wonder what massacres I can unleash upon this age! The women and children crawling around like lambs to the slaughter!" The possessed Yuji then rips off his shirt apart to reveal even more intricate tattoos going down his slightly more powerful looking body.

"Our big brother got possessed by a psycho devil stripper!!" Olly could only freeze upon his sister's cry as four blood red orbs had now spotted them. Not Yuji stared at the two origami people behind the large plush furniture. Surprise and confusion crossing his four eyed face before he let out a manic chuckle.

"Hahaha! It seems this body belongs to a Jujutsu Sorcerer who knew how to craft living origami. Quite an interesting Cursed Technique… I wonder what I can learn from tearing you apart!" Both siblings were ready to fly away when Not Yuji suddenly froze. A familiar hand symbol emerged on Olivia's chest as Not Yuji's hands morphed into long appendages made of folded origami.

The Thousand Fold Arms wrapping itself around the possessed teen like a straitjacket much to their anger. "What?!" He shouted only for a mouth to pop up on his right cheek and the right eye's iris turning brown in color.

"Good to know origami magic can counter possession to an extent. Alright asshole, who are you? You already pissed me off since you tried to hurt my family and now ruined my study session!" Yuji threatened from the sudden transmutation. Not Yuji growled at the threat in irritation realizing he couldn't move or even retreat into the teen's soul.

This boy had somehow purposely locked him out from both the inside and outside. "No matter what age, you Jujutsu Sorcerers are still a pain in the ass! I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses! Show some respect you damn brat!" Howled the possessor as he struggled to break the teen's powerful hold over this body.

"Jujutsu Sorcerers??? What the heck is even that? And Curses have a king??? Then again, your crusty finger ended up in Yuji's ramen so maybe you're a gag?" Sukuna decided that he was going to tear the yellow origami girl apart first for the blatant disrespect. If he got out of this boy's grip. Her questions however raised one of his own.

"You telling me that not only do you fools don't know about me but also Jujutsu Sorcerers? Are you a bunch of dumbasses or completely ignorant?!" The King of Curses would've said more if a large blade didn't pop appear by his neck.

This blade or to be precise, blades, belonged to an inhumanly large pair of cutting scissors that were the size of a van. His three crimson eyes burned holes at Olly's own whose paper left arm was enveloped in a wild green circle depicting the tool ready to chop off his head. The prince's face burned red with rage.

"You're lucky I care about Yuji or I would cut your head off for disrespecting my family. We don't know about you or these Jujutsu Sorcerers and frankly don't care. Get out of our older brother's body now so he can study for his exam." Olly threatened, his tone similar to a lion ready to cut down intruders targeting its pride.

"Well too bad! I can't leave your little master's body even if I wanted too! He only ate one of my 20 fingers and even if he did eat them all, the boy's body will become mine! Unless you can fully pull my soul out then I'm stuck with you brats." Sukuna's words dripping with foul venom.

The information painted a very bad picture for the makeshift family of three. A psychotic demon was trapped in the eldest body and soul split into 20 pieces. Even if they could find all the fingers, it didn't mean the King of Curses would leave Yuji's body willingly.

"Then let's find those fingers." Yuji's second mouth grabbed everyone's attention. "You might be stuck in my body but that doesn't mean I can get you out somehow or someway. At best, I can make a origami body that you can possess temporarily so you won't be cooped up in my soul. And once we find all the fingers, I can get you out of my body with the 1,000 Paper Cranes."

A look of realization passing over Olivia's face. "That's right! The 1,000 Paper Cranes ritual can grant a free wish if you can make all the cranes faster than you did the first time! We can use that wish to get Sukuna out of your body! Nice thinking Yuji!" The King of Curses' couldn't help the shellshock.

These three were willing to collect every piece of his soul and use some wish making technique to make him whole again? None of them had any idea what they were getting themselves into by him or those who still seek to destroy the demon. If he played his cards right, then he will finally live once more.

"Alright you cocky little shits. I can help you locate my fingers since they're a part of my soul. Don't think we'll be buddy buddy because once I get out of that brat's body, I will rip you to shreds! Hear me?!" The pair of scissors by the two faced being's neck shrunk back to normal size before hitting the floor.

"We'll fight back when that time comes. For now, you better behave yourself. Come Olivia, let's see what paper we can use for Sukuna's origami vessel." With that said, Olly dragged his sister out of the room. Yuji's arms returned to normal once the magic connection was cut then ripped Sukuna's control over his body.

The tattoos vanished and one of the slits closed except for the right he forced open which took its original red hue. "Why haven't you fully blocked me out yet? You clearly have enough control to fully suppress me. Are you pitying me, dumb brat?!" Yuji merely ignored Sukuna's threat to grab a piece of paper and a pencil.

"What do you want your origami body to look like? It'll have a form similar to Olly and Olivia but you can choose the customization. Even give it four arms if you have the normal amount of fingers per hand like a human does." Yuji questioned, the mouth on his cheek going silent for a moment.

A few seconds later Sukuna spoke up once Yuji finished the body's outline. "Give it four arms and four crimson eyes. The clothing should be a kimono but I want different color sleeves." The salmon haired teen smiled as he got to work on the concept with the demon's instructions.

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad despite having to search for 20 fingers of a literal demon that had entered his life.

And that's it. Today's story was mixed with the newest Paper Mario game: The Origami King. Without spoiling the game to those who wish to play, it's a very fun game but the ending is very bittersweet.

I also wanted to experiment a bit with Yuji as a kid. How different this Yuji could turn out than his canon incarnation since there is new factors to his life.

Olly and Olivia will be serving sibling roles to Itadori but also taught him how to use Origami based magic or Cursed Technique. I'm taking the Smash Brothers' approach to bypass the requirement of Cursed Energy since in Smash Bros, rules are changed to allow each fighter to be on equal terms.

The game mechanics such as 1,000-Fold Arms, enemies, bosses and different locations will be incorporated into Yuji's moveset. This Yuji is also smarter due to Olly and Olivia's presence, perfect motivation to learn.

Spoilers?: Sukuna is going to get attached to the three.

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Until next time folks! Oh and have this Origami Ryomen Sukuna design! Chou!

Edit: Fixed a few spelling mistakes and grammar. Apparently me misspelling Jujutsu is pretty common in early works with this franchise. 😅

#crossover #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #paper mario #paper mario the origami king #olly paper mario #olivia paper mario #jujustu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #au #tales of sonicasura #fanfic #sonicasura #jujutsu sorcerer #jujustu kaisen yuji

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mmimagine-40 · 4 years

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P&C of Dating Two Super Soldiers - Bucky’s Arm

This is more in the mind of Bucky about his arm

C; Bucky hated his arm . Everything about it. There were too many memories involved with it. Hydra , killing, pain, just too many bad things. Even with the therapy and the progress he made he still hated it. The worst memories were almost killing Steve and Y/n. He has nightmares about the time he had her pinned with it. Her eyes widened with fear as he was close to crushing her windpipe. Her eye’s that snapped him out of Winter. A look that struck something in him. Something that he saw when he was younger. The same look his ma gave his father. It caused him fear of himself, as he backed away off of her. But his nightmare usually ended with him killing her. Making him jump awake. Not being able to shake the image out of his head till a hand reaching out touching his shoulder. Sending the correct memory in his brain. That he didn’t kill her. The same hand that once he snapped and backed away reach out to him. And held him as he cried in her chest. The only person that could touch him as he got help to get the soldier out of his head. That day was one of the first days it really clicked out much he hated that arm. As a purple and black bruise formed around her neck the shape of a hand. Something that lasted for months. Something Tony held against him. Like it didn’t already affect him.

P: He didn’t like his arm till after he got the new one. One that he got and then went straight to battle that changed him from the bad guy to a hero. But what really changed his mind was after Him, Steve, and y/n started dating. y/n telling him how she loved his new arm. As she wrapped herself around it. On summer days and when she got sick , he rubbed it in Steve's face that she favored him more. As she squished her face against it, sighing at the cool feeling of the metal. Those really hot summer days when no amount of AC could cool them down , was one of his favorites. Watching as she yells at them to not touch her but she laid wrapped around his metal arm. The day he fully loved his arm was years later. When they slowed their work at the avengers, after Y/n gave birth to two beautiful baby boys. Even though they don’t know who the father is , nor do they care. One came out looking like Bucky, James. And the other looked like Steve, grant. At first Bucky was scared to touch them not wanting to hurt either of them. But once one of them wrapped their fingers around his metal fingers he couldn’t hold back from wanting to hold both his boys close. The time it realy snake in , was when one night Grant wouldn’t go to sleep. Not even his mama could get him to go down (Cause lets face it they are both mama’s boys). The only thing that settled him was laying on Bucky’s left shoulder. Between the warmth of skin and the coolness of the metal he was out in seconds. Something that calmed both boys down even as they grew older. Seeing that something he hated turned to something not only his two spouses love but now also his sons now, made his hatred turn to love as well. “Of course the arm put him to sleep , he is so his mother's child.”, Steve said that night watching Bucky put the child in his crib. “Jealous much?”, Bucky laughs as they both slowly and quietly leave that room. Steve rolls his eyes at him, “Come of let's get to bed before the other baby whines about wanting to be wrapped in your arm too.”. “I don’t Know, James is pretty out of it, He slept through Grant's cry's.”. “Not Grant the other other baby.”, Steve pointed into their bedroom where Y/n was just now crawling into bed. “You know I can hear you two right?”, She throws a glare at him. They both laugh as they join her in bed. Steve lets out a hum. As Y/n latches on to Bucky’s arm as soon as she lays down. “You know what Rogers you can sleep on the couch.”. Steve just laughs as he wraps his arms around her waist kissing her check/neck saying sorry over and over. Bucky couldn’t , and didn’t, stop the smile on his face as he watched them. At that moment he didn’t mind having a metal arm anymore.

I’ll be posting another one about the twins hopefully soon!-MM

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #343

“i slither like a viper and get you by the neck / i know a thousand ways to help you forget about her”

What's your favorite kind of bear? I don't really know. I just like bears. Have you ever sent a FWD because you were afraid? Ha, yup, as a little kid. Would you ever date more than one person at a time? Nooooo sir. Have you ever rebounded... or been someone's rebound? No. What’s the biggest argument you’ve ever had with a family member? Did things ever go back to how they were beforehand? My grandmother cursed me the fuuuuck out one night as a kid because I was in a mood and didn't tell my mother goodnight. I still remember being called an ungrateful bitch with her like an inch from my face, and admittedly, I was being rude because I wanted to go home, but it kinda scarred me for life. For the remainder of her life, I was always sort of on edge around her and was convinced she didn't like me. Have you ever experienced some kind of natural disaster? I've been through lots of hurricanes. None that massively affected my life, though. If you have pets, do you feed them human food or do they just get regular pet food? If they do get human food, what’s their favorite thing to have? Venus is a snake, so she obviously doesn't get food meant for humans. Roman is very well-trained to not beg or make a move for people's food; he tried once as a kitten, and giving him a pop taught him right away. Have you ever been in a physical fight? Who won? No. What’s the mode of transport that you take or use the most? The car. Mom's, specifically. Have you ever had a zoo keeper experience or anything where you’ve been able to go behind the scenes and look after/feed the animals? No, but I wish. :( Would you ever want the responsibility of being a politician or a similar position of power? NOOOOOOO. What’s something your parents do that really annoys you? Mom is *always* right, pretty much indisputably. And she WILL have the last word. Dad, meanwhile, can be pretty rude to people. I don't think he realizes it half the time, but still. It's not an excuse. What is your main source of anxiety? Social interactions. What’s your favorite 90s cartoon? Pokemon. Describe the moment you realized you were falling in love with someone. I'd rather not. What’s your favorite sparkling water brand/flavor? I've never tried sparkling water. What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't have a favorite, considering I don't wear it nearly enough and have never even bought my own. I just use whatever Mom buys. What are some female names you would name a baby? Alessandra is my favorite for sure. I also love Anneliese, Justine, Evelyn, Chloe, Evangeline, Quinn... There's a lot. What about male? Severin is my favorite, and I also like Damien, Vincent, Victor, and Luther. Do you have any subscription boxes? No. What fictional creature would you like as a pet? I want a dragon, goddammit. Idc if it can breathe fire ok I want a dragon. Ewoks are also the one and only thing I enjoy from Star Wars. What kind of dwelling do you live in? Just a one-story house. Is there anyone you work with that you don't get along with? Why? N/A Do you have an opinion on adopting/purchasing a pet? PLEASE adopt, especially with cats and dogs, given the number of strays. Purebreds tend to have so many underlying issues, and besides, it's just a LOT of money for an animal that probably wouldn't outlive a mutt. Don't feed the machine if you can. What's your favorite chain restaurant? The Cheesecake Factory or Olive Garden. Why were you last pulled over? I’ve never been pulled over before. What was the last thing you've done on the water? Just kinda swam around a bit in the ocean. It was so warm, totally like a bath. I do NOT miss that sun poisoning, though. Are you cool with swimming in a lake? I think I'd do it if someone invited me to, and the lake didn't look filthy, of course. Do you have a drone? No. What's your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant? We have this tiny, local Mexican place that's really good. I don't know the name of it, and I wouldn't share it for obvious reasons. What do you order from there? Chips and salsa of course, along with a shrimp and cheese quesadilla, and finally their cheesy rice. What's your favorite ice-cream flavor? Depending on my mood, it bounces between vanilla with chocolate syrup or just plain chocolate. Do you have any t-shirts from any local businesses? No. Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? I used to listen to Mark, Bob, and Wade's podcast, but I'm like... ten months behind, haha. What's something someone calls you that you find endearing? I like "love" a lot. What's your favorite children's book? I loved books like The Rainbow Fish, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Stellaluna, 10 Minutes 'til Midnight, What Makes a Rainbow?, Chrysanthemum, etc. Is there a new season for a series you're excited to come out? Meerkat Manor comes back this summer, and I am fucking HYPED. How old are you? I'm 25. What is something unique you enjoy about the one you like/love? I tease her about it all the time, but it's really cute that she keeps all of her snakes' good sheds in her room. Proud reptile mom. Are you more liberal or conservative? I'm close to the middle, but I lean towards being more liberal, and I seem to go more that way with time. Do you watch American Horror Story? I used to. I saw the entire first season and really liked it, and then I almost finished the second, but I lost interest. The story got a bit stupid imo. I'd be willing to watch other seasons, though. Does your hometown have any urban legends/scary stories? None that I’m aware of. The people there are scary enough. What's the scariest nightmare you remember having? Let's not talk about it. Are you medicated? Uh very. Are there any apps you're addicted to? Nah. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? It was initially a bunny holding a polka-dotted blanket, then it become a moose I got from Cabela's when in Ohio. Do you still collect stuffed animals? Only meerkat ones. Have you ever stolen/borrowed clothes from an ex? Haha I've worn Jason's pj pants before and they just kinda... became mine, lol. What's the last movie you watched at home? The Shining, I believe. What's the last movie you watched in theaters? The CGI remake of The Lion King. I still don't get why it was received so badly. Have you ever had eggs cooked over a campfire? I don't think so, no. If you do drink, what's your favorite alcoholic beverage? Margaritas, generally. However, Sara's dad made me this absofuckinglutely incredible chocolate drink before that tasted like a milkshake. It had like, no alcohol flavor, which worked out well for me considering I very much dislike that taste. Are there any songs you've been listening to repetitively lately? There's a new one every day lately, haha. Today it's Halocene's cover of "Love Bites (So Do I)." Cereal, granola, or oatmeal? Cereal. What TV shows did you grow up watching? You gotta gimme an age group... but I'd say the typical stuff for kids of that time. What does your phone case look like? It's just a boring purple that came with it. What were your favorite toys to play with as a child? I looooved playing with my "family" of a father crocodile, a mother deer, their two "children" (a fawn and smaller croc), and "friends" that were little Pokemon figurines. Then there was an evil t-rex with two stupid sidekicks, haha. I can't remember what dinosaurs they were. What's the most embarrassing thing you can ever remember doing? Hold on, lemme find my book. Do you remember what you dreamt about last night? I only very faintly recall dreaming about my cat Roman. Have you ever done anything embarrassing in a dream? Thank FUCK they're just dreams. Do you vape? Nah. What was a song you loved as a child? So uh. Apparently. I loved "Dookie" by Green Day. It's an undying story from Mom about how it came on once at a putt-putt place and I apparently started yelling "dookie!" and dancing. Do you enjoy the Arctic Monkeys? Yeah, I love some of their songs. Are you going to see Finding Dory? You bet your sweet ass I saw it. I've cried everytime I've watched it. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I have not, but I would love to. When was your last piercing? Whenever I got my tragus done, which I can't remember. What did your first crush look like? I don't remember my puppydog love first crush, but I can talk about my first REAL crush, Sebastian. He's a skinny dude with short, brown hair and a lip piercing... I can't remember which kind. He dressed in an emo style, and Facebook pictures at least suggest he still kind of does, I think. Is your body more curvy or flat? Well, I'm not at all skinny, so... What's your least favorite holiday? Probably Christopher Colombus Day, honestly. You didn't discover shit. Don't pretend to me it's worth celebrating in a clean conscience. if you’re having a boring day what do you usually do? If I'm rock-bottom bored, quite honestly, I normally nap, even though I know I shouldn't. Do you turn to food when you're upset? Ugh, I'm admittedly an emotional eater. I got way better about it, and then I started up again. Is your bf/gf good with your parents? I don't have an s/o. Do you think soda should be served at school? Vending machines are fine I suppose, as I don't believe they should be free seeing as they're nothing but sugar content, and I feel schools shouldn't just hand that out to kids at lunch or something. Do dogs have feelings? They sure do. Are you afraid of snakes? Oh no! I adore them. I respect snakes and am going to give wild ones their space for sure considering I don't recognize every native venomous one, but nevertheless, I'm not afraid of them. They are so vital to the ecosystem and are incredibly fascinating animals that deserve our protection. On that note, PLEASE do not kill any snake you come across in your shed or whatever. Call someone to relocate the terrified thing. Favorite snack? It depends on what I'm in the mood for, really. Ever seen The Notebook? Read the book, seen the movie plenty of times. Do you think cussing is trashy? No. Who is the most famous person you’ve met, if any? Nobody. Do you own any animals that aren’t domestic? No. Have you ever feared that you would lose a body part? No. Do you like gore? Yeah, generally. Do you like to drink water? Ugh, I really don't. I wish I did. Have you ever had a wax? I used to get my eyebrows waxed. Do you have any sets of matching bras and underwear? No. Are you any good at improv? Not at ALL.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''love bites (so do i)'' by halestorm

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nonbinarysasukes · 4 years

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my princess (sakuino)

Happy Birthday Monny!! @pan-princess-levy I know you requested for this ages ago, I’m sorryyyyyy :((( Have a wonderful day, I love you so much, and enjoy these cute lesbians!!

“Good morning, love,” whispers a low and rough voice from next to Sakura. Sakura doesn’t have to turn to know who it is; she just presses her back into her companion and draws the slender arm draped over her waist even closer, pulling her girlfriend flush against her body.

“Mornin’, Ino,” she yawns, leaning her head back to nestle it in the crook of Ino’s collarbone. Sakura feels Ino smile against her ear and kiss the space just behind it.

“Happy anniversary,” Ino says with a note of excitement in her voice, rising from the bed and pulling away from Sakura, who moans softly at the loss of warmth. “Time to get up - I have everything planned to perfection! I’ve been waiting for this day for months!”

Sakura almost grumbles, but rolls onto her back and shoves off the sheets anyways, knowing that Ino is serious about their anniversary. It’s not like she isn’t, but Ino’s far more invested in this stuff (and if they’re being honest, the spark of joy in Ino’s eyes when she surprises Sakura with something is worth it all).

“Out for breakfast, or-?” Sakura asks, tugging on a pretty dress that she had bought recently but hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. Ino laughs over her shoulder from where she’s pulling on black track pants and a purple athleisure shirt.

“Out the whole day, actually.” She picks up the enormous pile of laundry that Sakura’s been nagging her to wash for a week, and for a fleeting second Sakura thinks that that is the surprise, since Ino barely ever clears her clothes - but then she sees the giant wicker basket that’s underneath the pile, clearly containing enough food to feed an army.

“Ino…” she says faintly. “What-?”

“We’re going on a field trip!” Ino declares too cheerfully for this time in the morning. “I’ve been storing food in this for six days, all our favorite cakes and cookies and soups and meat. I have the perfect day planned!”

“Where?” Sakura dares to ask. She’s always, always wanted to go tripping with Ino, even if just for a day. And if her girlfriend has actually included the destination she’s longed to go to forever…

Ino grins. “You might want to change into something easier to run around in, ‘cause we’re heading up Mount Miyama.”

Sakura can’t help the scream of joy that passes her lips. She throws herself into Ino’s arms, kissing her hard on the mouth.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Ino kisses Sakura’s forehead, clearly overjoyed that her girlfriend is happy. “Anything for you.”

They both know she means it with all the seriousness in the world.

Sakura changes at lightning speed, more than excited for the day ahead. Ino’s waiting at the door, smile playing on her lips as she watches the usually cool and mature Sakura get all bouncy like a small child.

“It’s cute when you get like this, you know?” she comments as Sakura practically skips out of the front door. The pink-haired kunoichi just grins and kisses Ino’s lips lightly.

It doesn’t take long for ninjas of Sakura and Ino’s calibre to get to their destination; Mount Miyama is only about ten kilometres away, and using their immense chakra control to traverse forests at great speeds, it’s about an hour before they reach their destination.

“I want to climb it,” Sakura squeals, staring up at the rugged mountain. She loves rock climbing and she loves a good challenge - what better than to combine the two?

Ino watches her with an amused smile, clearly sharing her sentiments. “Race me?” she challenges.

Sakura looks doubtfully at the hamper her girlfriend is carrying. “What will we do about that?”

Ino laughs, tossing her long hair behind her. She sets the wicker basket on the ground and focuses her gaze on it, hands flashing through various hand signs.

“Chīsaku Suru no Jutsu!” she incants, and the basket instantly shrinks to the size of an ant. Ino slips it into her zippered pocket and zips it up, laughing out loud at Sakura’s look of amazement.

“A couple of new jutsus I’ve been perfecting,” she explains. “One to make an object small, one to enlarge it, and one to restore it.”

“Fantastic. You’re fantastic,” is all that Sakura can get out.

Ino grins brightly at the praise. “Thanks! Now, the last one to the top is a rat!”

And she races off up the mountain without blinking, leaving Sakura crying, “I wasn’t ready!” and following as fast as she can.

They level distance about five hundred feet from the top, Sakura climbing with twice as much vigour as she usually does. Dating Ino doesn’t mean their rivalry has diminished - it may be far more friendly (and far more inclusive of makeout sessions for the winner) than it used to be, but Sakura and Ino have the intense need to compete at everything. They’re worse than Sasuke and Naruto once were. (The two have since turned into the sappiest couple ever. Sakura swears they’re straight out of a romance novel. Or, erm, gay out of a romance novel.)

Determined to one-up each other, Sakura and Ino practically tear apart the surface of the mountain in their hurried climb. They’re neck and neck, barely reaching ahead of the other, when they finally get to the summit.

“I win!” both cry simultaneously, wearing expressions of victory as they point triumphantly at the other. Then their faces fall as they realise they both got there at the same time.

“It was my win!” Sakura is the first to cry, springing at Ino with the energy of a wildcat despite the strenuous climb.

Ino slugs her in the stomach, but it doesn’t have much effect due to Sakura’s naturally resilient frame. “No, I did!” she cries, rolling over so Sakura’s beneath her and pinning her girlfriend down. Sakura’s green eyes latch onto her blue, and both have an intense stare-off before resuming their catfight.

“I won!”

“No, I won!”

“It was me!”

“ME!”

They tumble all over the flat summit of Mount Miyama, and both their clothes are covered in soil and grass stains by the end of it. Sakura’s panting, laying flat on her back, and Ino looms over her, grinning widely.

“Truce?” she offers.

Sakura huffs. “Truce,” she accepts grudgingly. They sit up, and Ino opens her zippered pocket, pulling out the picnic hamper.

“Let’s hope this works,” she mutters, and before Sakura can react with panic and alarm, she’s already done the necessary hand seals, crying, “Fukugen no Jutsu!”

The basket, to both their relief, grows back to its normal size just perfectly. Sakura throws open the lid to find her favorite umeboshi and Ino’s beloved cherry tomatoes, alongside various other snacks and drinks that they both love.

“Ino…” she starts softly, turning to face her girlfriend, whose lips have turned up into a large beam. “You…”

Ino shifts forwards and kisses Sakura on the corner of the mouth. “Yes, I did."

Sakura’s eyes fill with tears. She knows that Ino loves her, but these little gestures that give her a glimpse of that boundless ocean of Ino’s love for her simply bowl her over because it’s so surprising, so stunning that someone could adore her like that.

“Thank you,” she whispers, pulling out a pickled fruit and putting half in her mouth, then offering the other half to Ino with it still in her mouth. Their lips meet midway, the kiss sweetened by the delicacy they’re sharing, and soon after it’s replaced by the sweetness of Ino’s tongue as it gently starts to probe Sakura’s mouth.

They eat the rest of the food slowly like that, each one leading to a long kiss and in a few cases even to second base. The sun hangs low in the sky by the time they’re done, and Sakura can’t believe how simply, yet beautifully, this day has gone.

The gentle light of the fading sun over the mountains reminds Sakura of a similar excursion with Ino in their childhood, when they had sneaked atop the Hokage Mountain and played there all day.

“You’re like a princess, Ino-chan!” little Sakura cried, looking up at her friend with worship in her bright eyes.

"Don’t be silly, Sakura. How can I be a princess without a crown?” Ino snorted.

Sakura’s lips formed a thoughtful pout as her gaze settled on a patch of flowers a stone’s throw away from where they were sitting.

“I’ll be right back!” she called to Ino, who cocked her head in confusion as she watched Sakura run over to the flowers and pick a few. Sakura squatted down, back turned to Ino as her fingers worked furiously. A couple of minutes later, she rose, something clutched tightly in her hands, and skipped back to her friend.

Sakura raised her prize high in the air, smiling widely as she put it on the perplexed Ino’s head. The flowers were haphazardly braided together, and their colours clashed badly, but when it was sat snugly on Ino’s forehead it seemed as beautiful as the prettiest diamond tiara.

“A flower crown for a flower princess!” she explained happily.

Ino gasped, bright red flushing her cheeks. She lifted the crown off her head, examining Sakura’s patchy handiwork.

Tears collected in the cornflower-blue eyes, and for a moment Sakura was worried that she’d hurt her best friend.

Oh no… it looks so bad… of course she must hate it! Stupid Sakura! she berated herself, and was about to apologise profusely when Ino’s trembling voice interrupted her.

“Sakura…” she whispered, fixing the flower crown firmly back on her head. “Thank you so much…”

Sakura’s jaw dropped.

“You like it?” she breathed in disbelief.

Ino smiled from ear to ear.

“Like it?” she declared brazenly. “No! I love it! I’ll always cherish this crown… I’ll always be your flower princess.”

Sakura smiles to herself at the memory, resting her head against Ino’s shoulder. Ino’s arm snakes around her waist, holding possessively but gently, and they relish each other’s company without words.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sakura spots a flash of colour. She turns in Ino’s embrace, the colour coming into full view, only for her to realise it’s a little field of flowers.

My flower crown skills and colour-blindness has improved a lot since then, she thinks with a wry grin and springs up. Ino gives her a questioning look, to which Sakura just laughs and calls, “Be right back!” before bounding off to the patch of flowers. She braids and twists with deft fingers, adding bursts of chakra to make the going easier. There’s pink and blue and yellow and white, and they all work marvellously together, forming the perfect crown for a woodland princess.

She clutches her hard work and skips back to Ino, hiding her hands behind her back. Ino cocks a brow at her, mouth curled up in amusement.

“What was that all about?” she asks.

Sakura grins, bringing her hands out. In them rests the flower crown, and she puts it on Ino’s head with a flourish and a deep bow.

“A flower crown for my flower princess,” she announces.

Ino bursts into laughter. “You still remember that?!”

“Of course! It was the first gift I ever gave you… how could I forget?” Sakura rejoins, returning to her place beside her girlfriend.

Ino laughs some more. “True… I haven’t forgotten, either.” She adjusts the crown on her head with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Sakura. I love it.”

Sakura lays her head on her princess’ shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” she breathes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They watch the sunset like that, Sakura’s head on Ino’s shoulder, Ino’s arm around Sakura’s waist, and the crick in Sakura’s neck as they leave for home is more than worth it.

(Even if Ino smugly jibes, "I won, by the way," before they set off.)

#sakura #ino #inosaku #happy birthday mon ilysm!!!#pan-princess-levy #ceru writes #nrt

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margridarnauds · 4 years

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🍓 tell me about Berenice!

YES real problematic fave hours! [warning for references to alcohol, child death]

Like a ton of my other OCs, she’s immortal. (NOT invulnerable.) As such, she’s been around for...over 2000 years. (Also why the timeline might seem strange because “....Cleopatra....Brennus...English invading....WHAT?”)

Was VERY free-spirited as a young child, her favorite place growing up was the Lighthouse of Alexandria, where she used to watch the ships coming in with Marcus (a ward of her father’s that they found on the streets of Rome after he saved Berenice’s life when they were children), Atria (her future royal physician, Marcus’ sister), and Khensa (her future spymistress), all of them trying to guess where they came from, Berenice usually carting at least one or two books up in order to read in peace.

This stopped when her father disciplined Atria once for something that she did. She swore afterwards that she would never endanger her friends for the sake of her own fun, and she tries to hold religiously to that. It might be her one scruple left, actually.

Met Cleopatra Philopater once as a small child and it made such an impact that she took quite a bit of inspiration from her, including learning Egyptian.

Knows at least ten languages, though not all of them to a strong degree of fluency. (She knows at least Latin, Greek, Egyptian, Aramaic, English, a little bit of Irish [though she has issues with it] and Gaulish.)

Is actually a quarter Persian, on her mother’s side, the rest of her being thoroughly Macedonian. Her grandmother married one of Alexander the Great’s officials, producing Berenice’s mother.

When her father was murdered by a former suitor of hers, her brothers were also killed, leaving her with no support, as well as the full knowledge that her half-siblings wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if they had a chance. She hid her father’s body for well over a week while waiting for her uncle to arrive.

She was the one to kill said former suitor herself, when Marcus held back, unable, despite his various wrongs, to be the one to plunge the sword in. (Though he was already incapacitated - When he tried to aim for Atria, who was next on his list of “People Berenice Loves” list, she stabbed him in the leg. Part of why Marcus and Berenice never let the full details of what happened that night slip is because of their fear of what would happen if the truth was revealed. It was easier for Marcus, as a lower class man and a former ward of the family, to take responsibility and accept exile instead of execution. Berenice begged for him to be allowed to stay, saying that, if he left, her conscience would leave with him, but no luck. And she was true to her word.)

Totally commissioned a “Justice for Clytemnestra” book after re-assuming power after the death of her second husband.

She used to be friends with her greatest rival, Elektra, when they were children, the two noble girls viewed as natural companions for each other. But, when Berenice befriended Marcus and Atria, the other girl looked down her nose on them, refusing to play with street rats, and Berenice told her that, if that was the case, she wasn’t going to play with her either. Elektra never forgave the insult, and, while a ton of things happened in the meanwhile to make them reach a point of no return, the first pebble in the avalanche fell there.

Lives up to the stereotype of Ancient Macedonians and alcohol - She can outdrink even mythical figures RENOWNED for their ability to hold their liquor, and one of the first canonical words out of her mouth is “I was told there would be free wine.” While she was hardly sheltered from it as a child, her usage did intensify in the wake of her father’s + brothers’ deaths, as well as Marcus’ subsequent exile and her second, disastrous marriage. Brennus’ presence, ironically given he’s never been one to hold back from the alcohol, tends to temper her usage.

Whenever Atria publishes a new book on medicine, Berenice always has multiple copies of it made. Part of it is her flexing as Atria’s patron, part of it is that she’s genuinely proud of her friend’s accomplishments and wants the whole world to know that Atria Did A Thing.

Married twice, both of them arranged, and twice widowed. Though she loves Brennus dearly, she has massive reservations around actually marrying him, because of what it would mean for her independence.

When her second husband died, she worked quickly to get rid of all his other consorts and children, in a purge that many shuddered to think about decades down the line.

No cold tolerance - When she had to move from Alexandria to a much colder climate, someplace akin to Alaska in climate, she very nearly died, since her body wasn’t used to the extreme change of temperature. While she’s doing much better these days, she still gets sick quite easily in the winter and needs multiple fur covers on her bed. Brennus, hardened northerner that he is, mocks her RELENTLESSLY for it.

There are a TON of rumors swirling around her, both among her own people and the New Anglians. At this point, she takes a certain tongue in cheek mentality to it. (”Ah, yes, you see, I was just climbing out of my daily bath of virgin’s blood when the courier came to me and said-”)

Somewhat ironically, despite her reputation for ruthlessness, she is one of the most aggressive pursuers of murderers, particularly the ones that we would call “serial killers”. All these years, and she’s never forgotten her father’s death, and how easily it could have been avoided if they’d just gotten rid of that man when he’d been killing people on the street. The technology isn’t there to make her as effective as she’d like, but she tries. She doesn’t care if the victim was a fruit seller or one of her court officials: If you kill someone under her watch, you’re going to die a horrible death.

Keeps a MASSIVE wardrobe of jewelry and clothes. Many of which the New Anglians took when they invaded, but some of which she retains. When she had more personal possessions, she used to hand out her hand-me-downs to Atria and Khensa, so the three of them often look like they have a very similar style. (Atria literally can’t be bothered to go shopping most of the time, spending most of her money on specimens for her medical research/natural philosophy, and Khensa’s work as spymistress tends to mean that her funds are constantly running low.)

Is either the single most beautiful or the second most beautiful person in the entire continuity (depending on whether or not you hold that Bres is prettier.) It’s caused her her share of problems, as a woman in the time she’s living in.

Her family have always felt like they were personally descended from Poseidon, which means that she tends to draw on that a lot for her propaganda, though she herself feels a stronger pull to Aphrodite.

She sometimes doubts her own personality, given how often she finds herself playing a role. She definitely feels like she’s become a monster and, to a certain extent, embraces it as something that was necessary under the circumstances. When Eleanor is a young queen, forced to choose between raising her tyrant brother’s daughter or taking the power for herself, Berenice strongly advised for taking the power, which Eleanor ended up roundly rejecting.

Her personal color scheme is Tyrian purple and gold, though rose gold also pops up a lot when I’m doing aesthetic stuff for her. Common motifs for her tend to be peacocks (as a nod to Hera and, subsequently, Berenice’s persecution of her husband’s children by other consorts) and beetles. In a Daemon AU, I’ve always thought her Daemon would be a golden snake.

#oc shenanigans #berenice #long post #madtumbleson

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always5hineee · 4 years

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The Final Bell - Chapter 3: Baby Doll

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 1840

Story is also available under Taffysamg on Quotev and Wattpad.

To see the full chapter list, go to the “Final Bell” Tab on my page.

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Y/N stared out the window, unsettled by what she saw. Everything was dry and windy, and the air was heavy. While she knew pollution must be down, everything had that solid tension about it. Taeyong and Taeil were making small talk, but she wasn't particularly listening. Every now and then, they'd pass an abandoned vehicle or a pile of trash, but aside from that she noticed no signs of life. While she was lost in thought, she was brought to attention by a voice.

"...Y/N!" She sat up quickly, looking around. Taeyong was staring at her intently.

"Sorry, I was... thinking."

"It's fine- I was just trying to let you know that we're here." He said, pointing towards the windshield. Sure enough, there was a small campsite in front of them as they slowed to a stop. There were two tents, a few boxes, a small grill, and a black Toyota Tundra. She was nervous to meet this character, but didn't want to show it in front of her two associates. Stepping out of the van, they walked into the center of the space.

"Hold on." Taeil said to her, moving to the tent on the right. Stomping in the dirt next to the structure, he said, "Johnny! We're here." After a bit of rustling, the front unzipped, and a man stepped out.

He was certainly taller than anyone she had met so far- six feet if she had to guess. He had defined features and faded red hair, although- like Taeil- it was evidently not his real hair color. He was definitely thin, but stronger than Taeyong and Taeil. He wore a pair of old jeans, a green shirt, and a leather vest, with combat boots to match. Out of all of this, though, one thing in particular caught her off guard.

His left arm- or rather, where his left arm should have been- there was a purple, twitching appendage, sewed on with black surgical stitches. While it's nails were clean and the flesh seemed to be staying on fairly well, it was unmistakable: a zombie arm.

She involuntarily stepped back, but before she could move away, he grabbed her wrists, holding her arms above her head and turning her in various directions.

"Hmm, interesting." He eyed her up and down, mentally measuring her. "I'm sure I can find something that fits you." Uncomfortable, she jerked her arms, ripping them away from his grip. He looked surprised for a moment, before his face settled into a questioning grin.

"What's the matter? Can't you talk?" She tried to say something in return, but only managed to open her mouth slightly. Staring at her for another moment, his expression shifted to understanding.

"Ah, I see. You think I'm turning." He waved his purple arm. "I assure you, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about." Pointing to the stitching with his good hand, he said, "This isn't my real arm. I made her myself. The wound is closed underneath, so quit your shaking." Well if that wasn't the riskiest thing she'd ever seen, she didn't know what was.

"What happened to your real arm?" She managed to mutter. He laughed, reaching up to touch her face with his left hand. The skin was disgustingly cold, leaving a tingling feeling wherever it touched. She knew it was probably in her head, but she already felt infected as he felt her face.

"I cut it off." He whispered playfully. Backing up and spinning on his heel, he pretended as if he had not just been incredibly creepy. "Keeps you on your toes, you know? Reminds you how fleeting this all is. It does have a mind of its own, though." He admitted, evidenced by its twitching. She was more than uncomfortable at this point, staring at the seam between his human and undead bodies. So he had... cut off his own arm, and sewed on this zombie one, for fun? Or as he called it, a 'reminder'. This dude was unhinged.

"Quit messing around, Johnny." Taeyong said, stepping in and pulling her back. Thankfully, his hands were warm, and undoubtedly human. "We just need new clothes for her, all our stuff at camp doesn't fit well."

"Yes, yes, I know. Like I said, I'm sure I have a few things her size. So demanding. You won't be leader for long if you act like that."

"I'm not the leader." Taeyong muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and shifting his glare."

"Sure. Anyway, I'll return momentarily. Feel free to look around." He offered, turning to Y/N. "You can go wherever, but just be prepared for what you find." With a wink that sent a shiver up her spine, he moved towards the back of the setup to open a box.

"Don't mind him." Taeil said, sensing her discomfort. "He's just strange like that. Plus, he's probably upset that we didn't bring Mark." She had practically forgotten about Mark at this point- she hadn't seen him since they exited the van the first time. Assumedly, he had gone to his own tent.

"Why would he care?" She asked. "Are they related, or friends, or something?" Taeil shook his head.

"Not exactly. Mark's just his favorite for some reason. He's never explained it to us. Still, Taeyong doesn't like them to be together for too long. I think he's worried that Johnny will make too much of an impression." That made sense. Mark seemed like a nice dude, and she couldn't imagine what Johnny could do if he got a complete hold on him. Before Taeyong could cut in to explain further, Johnny returned.

"Here, I found four complete outfits of your size. It's not exactly ideal, but it's all that'll fit. I guess you guys will just start doing laundry more often, or suffer with ill-fitting attire. There are also two pairs of shoes, some makeup if you're into that, and some sanitary stuff." Holding out a bag, she reluctantly took it. As much as she hated it, it was all stuff she needed. "I also threw a few sets of earrings in there. Wouldn't want your piercings to close up."

She breathed in sharply. In the few seconds that he had looked at her, he not only assessed her exact sizes, but the fact that she had piercings as well? Not only that, but she didn't actually have jewelry in at the moment, meaning that he had noticed the tiny holes. He was unnervingly observant, to say the least.

"Do you need any earrings, boys? You've both had those studs in for quite a while."

"We're fine." Taeil said shortly. Johnny sighed, almost like an annoyed child.

"Shame. You two are so boring. Still, that reminds me-" He addressed Y/N directly again. "I can do pretty much any tattoo or piercing you might want, just let me know." Scrunching her gaze, she questioned,

"Can you do a clean tattoo without proper equipment?" Johnny feigned offense.

"My, do you have no faith? I happen to have done plenty of tattoos post-disaster. In fact, I've done more than a few for your friends over there. Speaking of which-" he walked over to drape his arms across the boys' shoulders. "Is she planning on matching you all?"

"Matching?" She asked. Clearly without asking them first, Johnny grabbed both their shirts. Pulling up Taeyong's sleeve and the bottom hem of Taeil's shirt, he revealed very similar tattoos. Each was in a delicate script, a list of some kind. Looking closer, she read them.

Taeyong

Jaehyun

Yuta

WinWin

Haechan

Mark

Doyoung

Taeil

Jungwoo

Johnny

The final two names were slightly brighter, alluding to the fact that they had been added later. The line through WinWin's name was also a bright shade.

"Do all of you have these?" She asked, eliciting a nod from both of them.

"We debated on the line, but decided that it would be appropriate. We'll be using it if, god forbid, anything happens to anyone else. Johnny added himself when we went to get Jungwoo added." Taeyong shot an annoyed look at him. "Still, he helps us out, so I have no right to complain."

"So, will you be adding this lovely lady to your ranks?" Johnny asked, dropping their clothing from his fists.

"I'd have to talk to everyone, but maybe if she sticks around." He glanced over. "Have you gotten a tattoo since all this started?" He asked. She shook her head. She was already dreading the idea of having Johnny's dead hand anywhere near her, not to mention a discomfort around needles. She would definitely have to think about it.

"Well, I'm always ready to ink someone up." He concluded, gesturing to Taeil again. "I've done more than a few of his little art pieces." She had to admit, the tattoos covering his body were very skillful. Everything fell silent for a moment, but she was brought to attention by the clap of a hand.

"So! To discuss my payment." Johnny smiled, causing her stomach to drop.

"Payment?" Of course. No one gives anyone anything for free. What kind of payment did a psycho like this take?

"Yes, honey, payment. I have to survive out here! Generally one earns something through the exchange of goods-" He snaked a hand around her waist, causing her to shiver again. "And/or services."

"You owe us, Johnny." Taeyong said matter-of-factly, gently brushing him off and dragging Y/N back to where he was standing. "We saved your ass when you were clean out of food and three seconds off from getting eaten alive." He put a hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, so you're cashing in for the little lady? He must really like you." He said with a shrug. "That's a shame, baby doll, but you'll be back. I look forward to it- you're intriguing." Leading her away from Johnny's camp, Taeil and Taeyong brought her to the van, facing away from the man. Still, he called,

"Nice meeting you, sweetheart!"

"Her name is Y/N." Taeyong shot back. "Have some decency." And with that, they got in and began their drive back home. She watched out the back window as Johnny simply stood, staring as they drove into the distance. He stood stone still until Y/N could no longer make out his figure.

"I'm sorry if that was strange." Taeyong murmured apologetically. "I know he's not... ideal. Still, he generally has anything we might need, and honestly I don't know if we'd have made it without him. I would have talked to him myself, but he needed your size." She shook her head, trying to seem unfazed.

"It's fine."

"You'll only have to go again if you need a tattoo or something, other than that you can stay behind if you'd like." She nodded. She didn't really feel like talking anymore, and both the boys respected that. They had maybe an hour left on their three hour prognosis, so things would be busy when they returned. She wondered if she could find some monotonous task to help with to take her mind off the afternoon's events.

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