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bangtaninborderland · 10 months

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JJK- Late Night Calls.

you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.

Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.

Warning: NONE!

A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)

The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID

Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️

It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.

“Hello?”

He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”

“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.

You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”

“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”

You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”

“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”

You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”

“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.

“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”

“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”

“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”

“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”

The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”

“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.

“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.

You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.

“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.

“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.

“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.

“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”

“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.

“Always jagiya.”

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Would You Love Me If.....

First Lady of Private Garden Blurb

AN: These two lmaoooo

Synopsis: You ask Jack if he would still love you if you were a worm

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

It was around 2 in the morning and your husband was sound asleep while you were wide awake scrolling through your phone. You didn't know why you were having so much trouble falling asleep and knew that you would regret it later.

When this happened, usually Urban would still be awake so you would go and bother him but when you peeked into his room he was also knocked out cold.

Then your mind suddenly decided to run rampant with your thoughts which was the last thing you needed.

You turned over to look at Jack and called out to him since you had been facing away from him as he had his arm wrapped around you.

"Baby?" You said as you poked his cheek.

Silence.

"Smush?" Now you booped his nose.

Silence.

"Pookie?" You started playing with his beard and could see him moving indicating that he was finally awake.

Jack didn't open his eyes to look at you, but he did hear you and immediately answered,

"Yes, baby? Something wrong?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

It took Jack a few seconds for his mind to register what you had just asked him, but when it did, he opened his eyes to look at you.

"Ba.... what?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm? I need to know." You asked again and Jack was just looking at you like you were crazy.

"You woke me up at 2 in the morning to ask me that?"

"Yes, because I couldn't sleep. This is very important and I'm going to need for you to take this seriously. Urban is sleeping so I'll ask him later when he wakes up."

"You better not ask him that dumb ass shit and you shouldn't have even asked me! How the hell could I have married you if you were a worm? Explain that."

"Oh, so your answer is no."

"Baby, I didn't say that. I just needed clarification because WHAT?"

"You don't love me."

"For the billionth time, WE ARE MARRIED."

"That doesn't mean anything!" You said as you were now straddling Jack as he was now laying on his back and you were pouting.

"What the? SERIOUSLY?" Jack said while rubbing his eyes before running a hand through his hair.

"I'm kicking you out. Go life with Druski since he's your life partner." You responded while rolling your eyes.

"Baby, are you seriously upset over this?"

You stayed quiet and Jack noticed your lip start to quiver.

"Oh hell no, don't tell me you're about to cry. Babe! Is your period coming because that is literally the only time you ask me outta pocket shit all times of the night and then cry when you don't get the answer you want."

"Maybe it is, but I just find it funny how I would love you if you were a worm, but I don't get that same treatment in return!"

"Baby girl, I will love you in this lifetime and all of the other ones after that, now please go to sleep."

"I am having a crisis and my husband is not supporting me through it."

"WHAT CRISIS?"

"Just go back to sleep. Dua and Clay wouldn't treat me like this." You said while attempting to swing your leg back over, but Jack immediately stopped you.

"They would probably look at you the same way that I'm looking at you now. But baby please go to sleep because I already know what this is."

"Fine." You said as you plopped down face first onto his chest.

It was 10 in the morning when you had woken up to an empty bed. You figured Jack was somewhere with Urban, but you were definitely going to ask Urban the same question when you saw him.

You went to the bathroom to see that Jack knew exactly what he was talking about.

Your period had started.

No wonder why you were crying so much.

This happened every damn month and still surprised you.

Once you had taken a shower and put on comfy clothes, you walked back out into the bedroom from the walk-in closet to see Jack coming in carrying a basket.

"Ooohh, what's this, pookie?" You asked as he leaned down to kiss you before showing you what was in it.

"Here my little worm. All your favorite snacks, painkillers, heating pad, tampons, the works. And you get ultimate cuddles from me. I looked at the date and it's the 7th so I already knew so I woke up early and got prepared."

He set the basket down on the bed and sure enough your eyes started to water.

"YOU CALLED ME YOUR LITTLE WORM! I KNEW YOU WOULD STILL LOVE ME IF THAT HAPPENED."

"You make it hard not to since you're so cute. Now go ahead and pull up Titanic."

"I have to put it in the group chat that you would still love me if I was a worm. Big husband energy."

"Don't push it. PG will never let me live that down."

Not even three seconds later, you heard Urban yelling down the hallway.

"Y/N! STOP ASKING ME WOULD I STILL LOVE YOU IF YOU WERE A WORM!"

"I NEED TO KNOW FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES!"

"JACK, GET YOUR WIFE."

"HE SAID THAT HE WOULD LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM!"

"BECAUSE HE'S A SIMP!"

All Jack did was sigh and shake his head.

"Just three days, just three days." He muttered to himself.

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Worst Fear— Worst Nightmare

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary/Teaser: “The place was so cold he could see his breath as he exhaled, and he took one last step forward before the screaming started. It took his brain a few seconds to recognize whose it was, but it took his body no time at all.”

Warnings: major trigger warnings of burning flesh, screaming, crying, panic attacks, blood, death, and even more panic attacks. Reader is naked, cries, and dies in the dream, but softness at the end I swear.

A/N: Thank you so so much to @peachyxlynch for requesting this. This fic was truly a labor of love, and I really hope you enjoy.

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“What’s your worst fear?”

You asked him this nonchalantly. As if it wasn’t something he dreaded every minute of every day, and he didn’t experience it every time he closed his eyes.

“My worst fear?” he responded, trying to match his tone with your lighthearted one.

“Yes. Your worst fear.”

He exhaled through his nose, and ran his thumb across your bare hip bone. The bedsheets hid the majority of your dewy bodies.

He didn’t want to explain it. Bring it into existence. Even the chance of it happening made him want to vomit.

So he showed you.

He lifted his hands from your hair and your hips, and gently guided your fingers along the scarred tissue of his hands. You traced down from the tips of his fingers to the middle of his wrists. Not an inch of skin went unnoticed.

It was one of the very few times when Azriel didn’t completely loathe them, and one of the many times you adored them.

“You,” he said. “Feeling this kind of pain. Ever.”

~~*~~

He knew he shouldn’t have spoken it into existence.

With no memory of how or when or why, Azriel found himself standing in a darkened hallway so tight he couldn’t breathe.

His back was pressed against a cold wall, so he had no other way to go than forward.

His heart beat loudly in his ears, and his breath quickened with every step he took.

The hall was dark and empty and endless and soulless.

After what seemed like hours of walking, Azriel began to notice the walls getting thinner and thinner. The stone turned into poles, and the frigid walls opened up into cells.

Cells.

Azriel was in a prison. A vacant, shadowed prison.

Suddenly, as if the place itself was waiting for his realization, a row of obsidian torches lit up across the wall to his left, then to his right.

The lights went on and on and on.

But yet, Azriel remained completely alone.

His back and shoulders hurt from holding them so tensely, and his eyes began to water as defeat settled into his stomach.

He had no choice. He had to go on.

The place was so cold he could see his breath as he exhaled, and he took one last step forward before the screaming started.

It took his brain a few seconds to recognize whose it was, but it took his body no time at all.

He dropped all sense of reason, panic, and logic.

His body knew you, and he trusted it would take him to you.

He ran so fast his wings started lifting him into the air, and he only picked up the pace when shades of orange and red began to peak through a group of cells further down.

Your screams got louder, and his mind went blank with dread. His throat was swollen with nausea and tears.

Finally, Azriel was able to think straight enough to recognize the vibrant colors bouncing off of the stone walls.

Fire.

He could no longer feel his body.

“Y/N!” he screamed, and you responded with a piercing screech of his name.

“I’m coming!” he responded, and was finally within reach of your cell.

He was already mapping out how long the deaths would be of whoever put you there.

He collapsed onto your cell door, grabbing it and shaking it so harshly that centuries of dust and dirt released, and his eyes fluttered at just how blinding the flames were. The heat washed over him, and more tears dripped into his mouth as he screamed.

The sight of you.

He could already feel it warping his mind, feeding off of him like a parasite. It would swallow him whole for the rest of his life, and every day in the Hel he deserved to see for letting this happen to you.

On your knees, naked, and burning. The same spots his own hands had been burned, only this time, it was you instead of him.

This was not just his worst fear, but his worst nightmare.

The flames reflecting in the defeat of your eyes was what caused him to finally break.

He screamed out in agony, and began attempting to rip the cell door from the ancient stone.

“Hang on,” he screamed. “Hang on.”

Your eyes locked with his, and you began to sob.

“It hurts Azriel. It hurts.”

“I know it does baby. I know.” He was sobbing right along with you.

He had heard others say that they could forget the intensity of their pain, but Azriel had never forgotten that.

He continued to tug on the ancient stone, pulling with any of the strength he had left. His shouts of frustration echoed, and the flames grew higher and hotter against your flesh.

Your sobs had slowly come to a stop as he pulled and ripped against the stone, and you licked your blood covered lips.

“Azriel,” you mumbled softly.

“I’ve almost got it,” he said breathlessly. His chest rose and fell quickly as he continued to yank, and his tendons began to pop out of his neck.

“Azriel,” you repeated. “Look at me.”

“Stop.”

“It’s okay.”

“Y/N stop.”

“You can’t—”

“Yes I can.” He rammed his body weight against the stone—once, twice.

It was the third time that he knew he would never be able to get it to budge. He pressed his forehead against the bars and allowed his head to hang low. His exhaustion and grief wouldn’t allow him to catch his breath.

“I’m not…I can’t let you—”

“Azriel, please.”

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want it to be real.

“Just let me look at you. That’s all I want.”

His shoulders shook, and he squeezed the cell’s poles so hard his knuckles went white.

He swallowed, still unable to breathe, and looked into your gorgeous eyes. They still captivated him, so much so that he was unable to look away.

You were now laying on your side, facing him. He could tell you were using the last of your strength to keep your eyes open.

His heart was in pieces. It would never leave that cage.

“I love you Azriel. More than anything.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your body went limp.

This wasn’t real.

“No.”

This wasn’t real.

“Y/N.”

This wasn’t real.

“Y/N wake up,” he screamed. “Wake up.”

Gone. You were gone.

He pounded against the cell. He felt his knuckles and hands cracking, but he didn’t care.

“Wake up!”

He heard a whisper of his voice, like some sort of echo in his brain, but be ignored it.

“Get up Y/N, I’m not leaving.”

“Azriel,” the voice whispered again.

“I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving,” he whimpered, still sobbing your name over and over again. He fell to his knees against the stone.

“Azriel,” the voice whispered again, softly and hesitantly. “It’s a dream. Wake up baby.”

“Wake up.”

That was the last thing he heard before he was pulled from the darkness.

~*~

Azriel woke up to the feeling of falling. He lurched so far forward the entire bed rocked, and his sweaty fists were squeezing the sheets so tightly it stung.

Sheets.

He was in his bed.

“Az?”

He jolted. He didn’t mean to, but he did, and you sucked in a gasp.

He felt sweat drip down his naked chest as he turned to look at you, and he tried to blink away his tears. Their stickiness covered his cheeks down to the top of his neck.

Your cheeks didn’t look much different.

You blinked away your own tears and sniffled, looking radiant in the moonlight. The freshly cleaned sheets covered your nude body, but he still saw the tops of your collarbones.

Gorgeous, as always. His heart-rate slowed ever so slightly.

“It was—it was just a dream,” you sputtered out. “I promise. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

He continued to suck in quick breaths, seeing you dead on the cold prison floor, and his lungs refused any oxygen.

“Say it,” you whispered, scooting closer to him. “Say what happened.”

He had had moments like these before. You had talked him down from each one.

“You,” he began. His throat felt too small to speak. “You…you didn’t—”

You shushed him. “Slow down. Breathe. Then speak.”

Your voice was so gentle. So pure.

He exhaled, and more tears dripped down his mouth as he described what he saw.

“Your—your hands. They were burning, like mine did. Only…you were naked. In a cage. And I couldn’t—”

His own sob cut him off, and you slid your hand on top of his scarred one. You ran your thumb over the textured skin.

“I couldn’t…save you. You died in front of me, and I wasn’t strong enough to—”

His leveled breath turned hysterical, and you understood.

“Oh Az,” you whispered, and pushed his head into your chest, letting him fall apart.

He wrapped his arms around your middle, and tucked his head into you as tightly as he could.

“I can’t lose you,” he cried. “I can’t.”

“And I can’t lose you,” you replied into his hair. “But I’m right here. I’m right here.”

You stroked his hair and let him lament for a long while. He cried until he exhausted himself, and could not produce anymore tears.

He then kissed all the way up your body—the center of your chest to the side of your neck—and ended his worship on your mouth. He kissed you hard, so hard you both exited the embrace panting.

“I will never”—kiss—"ever”—kiss—“ever, let that happen to you.” He kissed you once more. “Ever.”

“I know baby,” you replied, and traced his cheekbone with your thumb. “I know.” He looked just as luminous in the moonlight.

You kissed the tip of his freckled nose before saying, “now let’s go to sleep.”

He nodded, and gently pushed you down onto your back. You smiled up at him, and he had never seen such a stunning vision. It knocked the little air he had left away.

He smiled, breathless from the look of you, and shook his head.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” you responded, and pulled him on top of you.

He smiled, showing his perfect teeth, and laid his full body weight on top of you. Guarding you. Protecting you.

If one of you ever fell, he would make sure it would be him.

He exhaled a breath of relief, and you kissed into his hair.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and I’m never leaving you. Ever.”

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rowretro · 3 months

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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: none I know of

✧tag list✧:@chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj @who-tf-soddhi @addictedtohobi (pls tell me if i'm missing any tags)

✧CHAPTER 17✧

It’s been about a week or so since the littlun has been going to school, and he loves it. Sure he did start going a year late, but he blended almost immediately, heck he was one of the smartest kids in the school. “Pretty please daddy~” Kyle begged as Riki frowned “No means no, it finishes late, I don’t like the idea of you staying outdoors so late!” Riki reasoned as the boy frowned. “Babe let the boy kick a ball if he wants to, parents can watch too you know?” y/n said as Riki frowned at her.

“It’s too risky, Yeonjun is still out there somewhere breathing the same air as us.” Riki warned, the seriousness evident in his eyes. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and she was up on her tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss on his neck “Baby… Kyle wants to do sports after school, it’s only 1 hour long, and you can watch over him” y/n explained as she softly drew circles on his chest with her finger. The male put on a tough act, though inside he was about to explode due to the butterflies fluttering with him.

“Since you asked so nicely, Kyle can go… but I’ll be there.” Riki said as the boy smiled, hugging Riki tightly. That’s how Riki found himself, at 3:30 pm, sitting on one of the bleachers as he watched his son practice little things that prepared him to be extremely good at football. “Hmm.. that's your son?” someone suddenly asked. Riki didn’t even look in the man’s direction “5 years huh…” the man added as Riki turned to him with a frown, his eyes immediately darkened when he saw the man in a pretty expensive suit, another expensive tiger-skin fur coat over the top of it.

“We meet again Nishimura...” Yeonjun simply said with a smirk as Riki glared at him “You have some balls for showing your face to me y’know?” Riki pointed out as Yeonjun just chuckled. Riki turned back to watch Kyle running, just ahead of the other kids. “Ah look at him, already practicing what to do when I finally decide to end your family” Yeonjun snickered as Riki ignored him, cracking his knuckles. “If you’re man enough to fight me, I dare you to at least try and lay a hand on my family.” Riki threatened with a smirk, knowing full well Yeonjun surely will target his wife and the baby.

“Daddy daddy did you see me? I was so fast!” Kyle said as he ran to Riki, sitting beside him as he took a sip of his water. “Who’s this uncle?” he asked, a little out of breath “An old friend of your dad’s… what’s your name little boy?” Yeonjun asked as Kyle smiled “I’m Kyle-” he simply said, sitting on Riki’s lap, as Riki wrapped his arms securely around the littlun. ”Hi Kyle… well I need to go now so bye-” Yeonjun simply said as he left. Riki smiled down at Kyle and hugged him.

Upon arriving home, Riki felt an unsettling feel creep up on him, seeing how y/n was on the phone, talking to a doctor, “Kyle go to Uncle Heeseung’s room…” Riki simply said as the boy ran to Heeseung, Riki approached the girl with a frown, as she bit her nails. “Ki we need to go to the hospital now…” She said shakily as Riki held her wrist softly, “why? What’s happening? Why do you look so distressed?” Riki asked as the girl hugged him tightly, crying. Oh boy how he wished a miracle would happen now. But who was he kidding? God was just never on his side…

The male was running after her as they entered the hospital, her hands on the large window as she stared at the empty incubator where Yeseol once was. Riki was talking to the doctor, just behind her, as she stared into the room. “I guess some things are meant to happen for a reason right?...” She asked, as she turned back to Riki. The male smiled, rocking the little baby “I guess so” he said, kissing y/n’s forehead as she softly touched the baby’s hand.

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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Shark in the Water part 1

Part 2 Part 3

OnsenOwner!femYuu x Azul Ashengrotto

Part 2 of the Onsen!Yuu series (part 1)

Azul isn't a fan of competition, especially when they steal away his best girls to work for them. He'll have to learn to share if he wants the benefits of having a business partner.

It was a good day for business so far and the girls were drawing in a crowd. Not that Yuu was slacking or anything. Entertaining guests was something of an art and training up proper hostesses took time.

Honestly, these boys may not know much about women but even they know empty flattery and fake compliments. The Pomefiore trainees are too used to being praised rather than praising others. Some guys are into that but most aren't. The Octavinelle girls so far have exceeded expectations and their customer service skills are properly honed.

"Goldien fix your posture, " Yuu reprimanded "and Volx keep those ears turned up. If a customer sees those droopy fox ears then they might lose interest."

The firey fox strained to keep her ears perked as she continued her training.

Yuu sighed, tea serving was an art but it was lost on the trainees.

"Why does all this matter. If we are doing our job why do we have to be so stiff?" Volx asked indignantly.

Yuu narrowed her eyes at the impedance.

The fox's mind suddenly caught up with her mouth as she bowed lowly with her forehead to the floor.

"Sorry, Mistress! I didn't mean to insult you." She said meekly.

Yuu didn't give her permission to raise.

"I suppose that is a fair question. Do you think this Onsen runs on hopes and dreams? It runs on profit. The springs alone don't make enough to pay your salaries. We make money on our services and that requires labor. If you girls perform half-heartedly who would return? You need to charm them into coming back again and again. You need more than just looks. You need charm and you were chosen those unique charms. " Yuu explained but had to cut it short when one of the hostesses notified her of a guest.

As Yuu made her way to her waiting guest she greeted customers. Each of the hostesses bowed their heads and acknowledged their Mistress.

Yuu asked one to bring her a bottle of umeshu.

Waiting in Yuu's office was none other than the Octavinelle Warden himself who was no doubt going through her things but pretending to be gazing at the decor.

"What a surprise I wasn't expecting a guest, let alone one that pretends to come alone." Yuu was no fool, Leech twins were here somewhere.

Azul shrugged, pretending to know nothing.

"Who knows, they were quite intrigued with your Onsen and wished to try it." He said taking a seat.

"Azul, you are not amusing. If you intend to intimate me its not working. If you are trying to shake down my girls I want you and your men out of my spa. If one of their hairs is out of place you have my word that this ends badly." Yuu didn't play with Azul of all people, not when the situation was dangerous.

"You have my word that they mean no harm." He said with little sincerity.

"Your word means little to me," Yuu said coldly.

There was a crash from down the hall. and girl's cry.

Yuu immediately bolted to see poor Tilly sprawled out on the floor, a bottle of umeshu shattered and Floyd standing over her.

This looked bad.

"Out! Out! All of you, out! You are banned from stepping foot on my property again!" Yuu screamed as she help the mouse girl up.

The tweels felt a cold chill crawl up their spines after the long quiet walk back to their dorm. Azul was silent the entire time.

"So," the warden began as the doors to the lounge closed "What part of just look around don't you get? We needed information and you got the bright idea of just tripping a girl?!"

Floyd threw his hands up in surrender

"I swear she tripped on her own! It's not my fault she's clumsy." Floyd whined, for once he was innocent.

"Might I add, their boss seemed pretty upset already. Azul might have already ticked her off." Jade said

Azul sighed, either way, they could no longer investigate the hot spring themselves and the girls they sent there were tight-lipped. Leave it to Octavinelle students to look out for their best interests first.

The next day an apology letter fell on Azul's desk. The misunderstanding was cleared up and while Yuu was willing to have another meeting it would have to be somewhere on neutral ground. Like a nice Italian restaurant in town, tonight at 8.

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love-islike-abomb · 4 months

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Scream with me

Roman reigns x Y/n

Warnings: pent up frustration I've been feeling the last few weeks has me beyond fed up so I turned it into what I do best a fic... And a comfort fic at that! Sometimes when Im frustrated this is a song I listen to because one of the lyrics in the song is "stand in the corner and scream with me!" You'd be surprised at just how much letting out a deep scream helps!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @@noisywwerawiconssoul @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @shadyprincesslife @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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Why can't people just leave others alone and let them enjoy themselves? Why is it so hard to live your life and let others live theirs? People are cruel evil monsters at times and I would rather be surrounded by animals then people and my husband knew that so him coming home finding me having buried myself underneath our 3 dogs he wasn't surprised. What he was surprised about was the tears that had been pouring out of my eyes. Most the time dog piles helped dry my tears but not this time.

"babygirl what's wrong? Talk to me" he said trying to get me to open up but all I could do was stare off into space. He suddenly ordered our dogs off me "anubis, atlas, Apollo off!" He said, his voice deep yet commanding. they all got off me and went to their beds "sweetheart please tell me what happened! You know I hate seeing you cry" he said still trying to get me to talk. "Why is it that whenever I come up with something creative people have to constantly use my shit? I mean like if I had some that to them they would have thrown a hissy fit 10 miles wide! But they do it to me and I'm supposed to act like it's no big deal?!"

He knew I was pissed. My face still had tear stains but the anger was showing now "and some psycho cow says I'm delusional yet she thinks she did nothing wrong and her ass knows damn well she's a fucking liar! I will post that shit all over the internet if I have to! I give no fucks!! Or that bitch that used ohnmacht and put a 🔥 next to it and her dumbass not realizing you speak Czeck! In German ohnmacht means faint but I'm czeck it means power of fire which explains the 🔥!! Or how about that one bitch who knew I had a choking kink and posted a picture of you grabbing the ref by the collar of his shirt saying 'i'm just trying to make you know who jealous that's all' but im just supposed to act like none of this happened and those bitches can do whatever the fuck they want but if I do it to them and call them out suddenly im the bad guy? Fuck this shit!!! I'm done holding my tongue with this shit and I'm letting it all out!! I don't give a fuck anymore!! And if this is what it takes to show people I've had enough so be it!! I bet they won't bully me anymore!! And I'm sure they fucking remember but will pretend they don't!!" I said starting to yell and I could feel my heart starting to pound harder.

He let go of me and walked to our TV that had a Built in Bluetooth and my phone automatically connected to it "play the song you always play when you're angry" he said. I grabbed my phone knowing instantly which one he was talking about the opening chords hit and as soon as they did i felt my body relax. "Ever feel like dying, ever feel alone..." The rest of the verse played but I was waiting for the chorus and when it came I let lose "stand in the corner and scream with me!! A body full of empty!! A head thats full of rage but i believe it!!" The screaming of the words along with the unbridled rage has released an adrenaline rush i'd never felt before. My heart was beating so hard I had to sit down. He stopped the music and I looked at him "baby are you ok?" He asked rubbing the side of my face, moving my hair out of my eyes. I smiled up at him. "I had a massive adrenaline rush and I feel soooooo much better!!"

He smiled back at me "good I'm glad! But please don't ever let it get that bad again. Promise me you'll talk to me next time!"

"I promise" I said "I love you"

He leaned down and kissed my forehead before moving to my lips "I love you to!"

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juliapark13 · 11 months

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jungkook himself admitted in their early debut years that the hyung he feels most comfortable talking to is jimin. jikook have always been close on an emotional, deeper level than taekook ever were. and taekook were close at their early years; closer than they were in 2016-2020.

tkkrs say that jikook started doing fan service in what? 2015? 2016? when they (not) so 'suddenly' became closer and jk stopped pushing jimin away in front of cameras? ok then explain to me why jk has been sneaking into jimin's bed at night prior to 2015, even when him and taehyung were supposedly closer? why did jk go to jimin for comfort or when he needed a shoulder to cry on, or a listening ear to talk to, when tae was right there and they were supposedly the bestest friends at the time? or was teenager kook a liar doing fanservice at that time too?

i'll give you a hint, tae and jk are not on the same emotional wavelength. their friendship is superficial, they have fun playing together, hanging out with friends together. similar to jinkook i would say, minus the age gap. but when they (in this case, jungkook) need to really talk to someone, or just bask in the comfort of someone's proximity, they go to jimin. both of them.

jungkook used to sneak into jimin's bed as a teenager, he found the most comfort from talking to jimin. he feels the most connected to jimin on stage (his words from 2020 interview) and he still sneaks into jimin's room (2021 vmk vlive) past midnight and multiple times a day just sitting there doing nothing. it's almost like *gasp* he feels comforted by having jimin in his proximity!

almost every weverse live he did this year he looked... lonely. like he had a lot on his mind and didn't have someone to talk to. (if you're an empath that was easy for you to see) but tae was available, they went out all the time (with friends) and yet... jungkook came back home feeling empty, having a lot on his mind, and can only be comforted by army's presence (he said this himself i'm not making shit up). he spent 3 hours live wth armys on white day, and even cried at the end, but tae was in korea at the time. his mood was sour on the premiere day live, he spent over 15 minutes in silence, he didn't wanna look at the comments, he even got pissed at the aurora lights and turned them off; even though he was with tae a few hours prior. why couldn't he just talk to tae about whatever it is that was bothering him? how are armys, that he can only communicate with through a screen, gonna offer him more comfort than his supposed best friend (or boyfriend, according to tkkrs)?

i don't think i have to tell you whose comfort he actually needed at the time but that person—coincidentally—wasn't in korea on both occasions.

jk looked much brighter in his last live though, he looked happy, healthy, eating good, working out (again, his words), he even had his lights on! both the regular ones and the aurora lights! which is a rare sight to see. he did this live a day after his comfort person left korea, so as usual he came to hangout out with his second best. army. it's crazy what having an emotional connection with someone can do to your mental health.

FACTS

Thank you.

But I think Jungkook and Jin are emotionally closer than tk.

Jungkook and Jimin have unmatched emotional connection. ♡

#jikook #kookmin

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xdarkestdesirex · 3 months

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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 2

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

This writing contains highly sensitive content like violence, drugs, the use of weapons, abuse, mental illness, hostage situations, talk of suicide, religious abuse, smut, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. MUST BE 18+ TO INTERACT.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

1961-word count

As I slammed the door behind me, I expected the house to be empty and everyone to be at church. But there sat my brother in the living room, staring at me. His eyebrows furrowed, and he was tapping his fingers against the armrest. “Where were you?”

“I, uh, there was an accident.” The anxiety that bubbled inside of my chest was the worst I’d ever felt before, “Are Mom and Dad home?”

“What happened?” He pointed at my leg.

“Some guy accidentally ran into me with his bike. It’s fine, though. He was very kind and helped me.” I slowly hobbled down towards the hallway, hoping to get out of this conversation.

“You mean Dale Holt?” My brother’s voice sounded behind me. I turned and gave him a confused look, “I saw him in the truck. Do you even know who he is?”

“Why does it matter?”

“If Dad figured out you were with him, he would lose his shit.”

“Dad won’t figure it out, right?” I know my brother usually sticks up for me with people at school, but when it comes to our parents, he’s the one who gets into trouble. Sometimes, I feel like he would love it if they thought poorly about me.

“I don’t know. I think Dad would love to hear about his perfect daughter coming home in the truck of a juvenile.”

“A juvenile?”

“You know, the kid who robbed the liquor store and beat someone half to death.” What my brother said took me by surprise. There was no way the person who did that was Dale. A guy who would beat someone half to death wouldn’t go out of his way to help me like he did. Is that why he said it was for the best? That I didn’t know him? I turned away from my brother and dragged myself into my bedroom. I plopped into bed and winced at the pain in my leg. How was I going to explain this to my parents? I don’t think James will immediately tell them who I was with, but I know they will have questions. Maybe I should have made him drop me off a few houses down.

I was stirred awake by the soft voice of my mother. It seemed the evening sermon was over, and they were finally back home. The events from earlier had finally caught up with me, making my body sore and my head pound. I couldn’t fully make out what my mom was trying to say to me as I was fighting myself to wake up. Then, from my blurry vision, I could see the figure of my father walking into the room with something in his hand. Suddenly, a jolt of shock shot through my body as my dad threw ice water over me. My body jolted up; all I could do was sit there and stare at my father. For the first time in 17 years, I was witnessing what it was like for your parent to look at you with pure anger. My head hung in shame, and I waited for him to start yelling at me.

“What the hell do you think you were doing!” His voice was sharp.

“I-I-I just wanted to go to the park!” I cried out. Tears started to pour down my cheeks, and I hated myself for how easy it was to cry.

“You’ll never be allowed out on another Sunday again!”

“Daddy, I didn’t-”

“Look at you!” He gestured toward my leg and disheveled appearance. “This happens when you go against your parents and embarrass them!” He slammed his hands down onto my shoulders and pulled me off my bed. “Get her properly dressed!” My father yelled at my mother. My crying turned into wailing. My mom picked out a plain, knee-length, black dress and helped me change into it. My hair was still dripping wet from the water thrown on me. “Shh dear, your crying will only upset him further.” My mother spoke to me. Once I got dressed appropriately, my father dragged me out of the house and shoved me into the passenger seat of the car. “You better get yourself together before I pull up to the hospital. I don’t want anyone seeing you in hysterics like this.”

The drive to the hospital took about 20 minutes, and I was able to calm myself down just enough. My eyes were red and puffy, and the salt from my tears stained my cheeks, but I wasn’t actively bawling anymore. After my dad parked the car, he got out, approached the passenger side, and opened the door for me. He helped me down and walked me to the emergency entrance. When we entered the building, I wasn’t surprised to only see two other people sitting in the waiting room. Two Rock wasn’t a busy place where people were always getting hurt. Off to the side of the entrance were wheelchairs lined up like grocery carts. My dad grabbed one and motioned for me to sit, so I did that. He wheeled me to a window where, behind the glass, an older lady sat.

“How may I help you?” She said, staring at us with blank eyes and a monotone voice.

My dad explained that I had injured myself badly and needed to get my leg looked at. He told the lady my brother and I had gone out and that I fell down a hill, hitting a rock and slicing my leg open. I wasn’t sure how he knew my leg was sliced open, but I guess it couldn’t be hard to guess, especially now that I’m looking at the bandaging. A bit of blood was starting to seep through.

Once my dad gave the pepper-haired lady our information, we sat in the waiting room. A nurse opened the door a few minutes later and called my name. The other two patients groaned as I was called before them, even though they were here first. My father pushed me behind the nurse as we followed her into an exam room. She asked me a few questions about my health and what was happening as she took my basic vitals. She left the room and informed us that the doctor would arrive soon. A knock sounded on the door right before it swung open. A man in his late thirties walked in wearing a long white lab coat and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He looked like he was trying hard to be a stereotypical doctor. We reviewed the events of what happened again, and he asked a few of the same questions the nurse had asked.

“Alright, I’m going to undress your wound and look at what’s happening.” The doctor slid a pair of gloves onto his hands and started unwrapping the medical tape. Once all the dressing was off, he threw them into a biohazard bag. He grabbed a new piece of gauze and started dabbing around the cut. “Whoever cleaned and dressed this did a good job.”

“It was her brother.” My father said.

I just sat there quietly, thinking about the brunette-haired boy kneeling before me as he carefully took care of my injury. I wonder what he was up to tonight? Would he tell his family about me and what happened? I doubt he would, but they probably wouldn’t crucify him the way my father did me.

“So you got this injury falling down a hill?” The doctor asks.

“Yeah, I’m a bit clumsy,” I said, feigning stupidity.

“I’m going to clean your cut again, numb the area, and then give you a few stitches.”

I just started at the beige wall while the doctor did his thing. Once he finished, he wrapped my leg up and handed my dad a prescription to help with any pain I might feel. My father pushed me back to the car in the wheelchair and helped me up into the passenger seat. The drive back home was completely silent.

Dales POV

“Dale?” Her sweet voice sounded out.

“Yeah?” My voice came out breathy and quiet.

“I’d like to see you again someday.” The words that she said caught me entirely off guard. I wasn’t expecting her to say that. I stared at her face momentarily before a slight smirk grew on my lips. “I would like that too, Doll.”

I watched her close the truck door and made sure she could make it to the door before I pulled out of her driveway. Driving back to the farm, I kept replaying everything that happened. I recently got released from juvie and felt cooped up. So, I decided to steal Jay’s bike and ride around town. Feel the warm breeze on my skin as I fly down the road. Not many people come out to the park near my house, so I headed that way; I wanted to be somewhere alone. Then, this girl was there, and I was slightly curious to see what kind of girl would be out here. I wasn’t trying to run into her, but wanted to get close and start a conversation. Nothing happened as I tried to stop the bike, so I yelled out to her but crashed into the poor girl anyway.

What an idiot, I thought while thinking back to it, but I still smiled at the whole interaction. She was a cute girl, and I knew right away that she wasn’t someone from this part of town, but it did surprise me to find out that she was the priest’s daughter. At Two Rock High, a lot of the guys I hung out with before I dropped out would talk about how they wanted to ‘corrupt’ the innocent princess and would go into detail about the nasty shit they wanted to do to her. My mind might be fucked up, but if there’s one thing my Ma taught me, it was to treat a girl with respect.

I pulled up and parked the truck by the side of the house. A deep sigh escaped my lips, and I ran my fingers through my hair. She probably judged me so hard on my home compared to hers. I don’t think we’ll ever meet again. It was a fluke in the universe that our paths crossed. I slid out of the truck and made my way up the steps to the front of the house. I could hear my Ma yelling from the inside and prepared myself to walk into whatever was happening behind the door.

“How often do I have to tell you boys not to bring animals in the house if they’re dripping blood!”

“Quit yelling at me! We didn’t even bring any animals home today!” Pa spat back.

“Then how do you explain this!” My Ma pointed at the blood drops on the ground. My eyes drifted to see small blood drops trailing to the bathroom. They had to have happened earlier. The blood was dripping down her leg. “And where were you?” Ma spoke to me sternly.

“Out,” I answered.

“Damn it, Dale, you’re supposed to stay home.”

“Don’t worry, Ma. I wasn’t getting into any fights.” I grabbed an apple from the middle of the table and headed into my shared bedroom.

“You don’t leave this house alone, ya hear me!” She yelled from the kitchen.

My younger brother, Jay, was lying on his bed in the corner with his headphones covering his ears and flipping through one of the few comic books he owned. He didn’t notice as I flopped onto my bed opposite his and smiled at the ceiling like a dork. It’s too bad that would be the first and last time I ever saw her.

AN:

Hey guys! I know this chapter is shorter; there will be a few short chapters, but most will be longer! I was listening to a song earlier today that gave me better ideas for the story (hehe) so I'm excited to write them and have y'all read it! Reader and Dale's story is going to be a rollercoaster! You get to experience life with him before the robbery, and don't worry everything will lead up to that point!

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strawberryya · 2 years

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greenland sharks

vernon x reader

synopsis: you’re tired and sad about not having been able to spend the day with your boyfriend vernon. but it’s all good once you get to spend some time together, just existing, crying about sharks, and eating soup.

word count: 1.8k

genre/contains: fluff, established relationship, crying, comfort and cuddles, soup eating, sad shark facts

a/n: I had the words: vernon shark angst and peanut allergy. that is why this exists and I cannot say I’m mad about it. sad? yes. mad? no.

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it was quite late, you had just gotten off of work and you were tiredly going into your apartment with a bag of take-away in your hand.

"hey! you hungry? I got us soup from that place you loved last time!", you called out, expecting your boyfriend vernon to come peeking out from wherever he was at the sound of you being home and with food at that.

he had had a day off from work that day and you were feeling a bit down since you hadn't been able to spend the day with him. usually, his schedule was so much more hectic than your own and you had an easier time getting time off whenever he managed to than the opposite. but this time you hadn't been able to get out of it, meaning you had missed an opportunity to spend a full day at home with him.

nevertheless, to your surprise, he never did come to steal the food away from you in the hallway before you had even taken off your shoes. this was very unusual, you thought as you sleepily picked up the food from the floor of the hallway and began making your way towards the kitchen.

"babe? are you okay?!" you yelled out once again, not receiving an answer this time either. what the hell could he be doing that would make him not answer you? something was off.

instead of preparing bowls and pouring up the soup, you thought you better go check on him. he was probably just sleeping, you tried to convince yourself. but what if he was sick? oh no, what if he really was sick? he hadn't called you all day, if he was sick he should've called, you would've come home to look after him if he needed it. what if he was so sick that he had passed out and actually needed to go to the hospital but you had been so busy at work that you hadn't even called him to check on him either? oh no! what if he had managed to have an allergic reaction?! what if he somehow had eaten something with peanuts, and was now dying!!

your mind was running wild in just a few seconds. however, you calmed yourself, he was most likely just asleep...

expecting to see him knocked out on the couch, you tip-toed into the living room trying to prevent waking him up. however, the couch was completely empty, the pillows laid just like they had when you left that morning, untouched. strange, he hadn't been in the living room all day, you questioned as you looked over at the low-light lamps that hadn't been turned on either, even though it was getting darker outside.

you quickly checked if he was in the bathroom, he was not, and you went ahead to check the bedroom for any sight of your suddenly elusive boyfriend.

the bedroom door was closed shut and you couldn't hear anything from behind the door. no sign of life anywhere. you reached up to the handle and slowly opened the door to your bedroom, the door gliding up as you peeked your head into the hopefully not empty room.

this time, you were in luck - he was there. and he was definitely not sick, asleep, or dead from a sudden peanut allergy incident. you sighed out in relief at the sight as you continued entering the completely dark room. well, it was completely dark, except for the blue light coming from the computer sitting on the bed, shining its light onto vernon.

your boyfriend was sitting completely wrapped up in the blankets and pillow on the bed, chips next to him, and - explaining the non-responsiveness of it all - with headphones in his ears. he sniffled slightly as he looked up at your figure standing in the doorway. you let out a chuckle as you saw his puffy face sticking up from the mountain of pillows and blankets he was engulfed in.

"vernon baby, are you okay? why are you crying? what are you watching?" you said in a concerned tone as you made your way over to the bed, scootching in to sit beside him inside the blanket cocoon. he took out one of the headphones and sniffled again, wiping away the tears forming in his eyes, and paused the film playing on the blue screen. when he looked at you, his eyes told you that he was searching for the right words to be able to explain the emotions he was experiencing.

"I'm okay, it's just, these sharks..." he said as he wiped away some residual tears from underneath his eyes and gestured to the computer on the bed in front of him. you looked over at the screen and saw a still screen of a dark grey shark, swimming very close to the camera in the murky green and grey water surrounding it.

some type of shark documentary, he was not sick or dead... he was crying in bed over a shark documentary. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle, but you quickly held another one back when he looked up at you with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to laugh, honestly, I'm just happy your not dead from eating those peanut bars I hid in the kitchen..." you tried to explain yourself. he looked at you, speechless from the (to him) illogical things coming out of your mouth. "nevermind that, tell me, what about the sharks, are they dying?" you asked him instead.

"no, they're not dying... they're just so so lonely." he began as you looked at him, curious to hear why these sharks had made him so upset.

"they live in these really cold waters, and they live for a very long time, hundreds of years you know, like I think they said up to 500 or something. and they're blind because there's a tiny little parasite that lives in its eyes," "a parasite??" you cringed thinking of a parasite living inside your own eyes. "exactly, a parasite, feeding off of the shark, living in its eye." he nodded at your reaction. "and the parasites really love this one type of shark, because they basically live in all of the sharks in this species' eyes. also, because they live in really big bodies of water, and there aren't that many of them, they rarely meet. and even if they do meet, they can't see each other, because of the parasite, and they're just all alone, in really really cold parts of the ocean with a freaking parasite in its eyes!" he gasped for air as he finished telling you the most important facts.

"oh," you said, trying to hold back your own tears at the story.

"its name is the greenland shark, but it has been referred to as the loneliest shark too, and I just- they must really be so incredibly lonely," he added with tears brimming his own eyes yet again. that was the last drop, you began sniffling, tears streaming down your own face.

your emotions were overflowing and you curled up closer to your boyfriend, putting your head on his chest, hugging his waist, as he hugged your back. "I missed you vernon, I missed you so much, I don't think I could ever, ever, be a greenland shark if it meant I could never meet you again." you sniffled into his chest.

"baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry too." he whispered into the top of your head. "I missed you too, so much."

you laid there, in the blue light, sniffling and listening to his heartbeat, calming both you and him down with the close contact after the long day apart. it had honestly been a while since you had been able to just be, like this. work and errands had been coming in the way too often. this was exactly what you needed, and it was exactly what vernon had needed too, but neither of you had realized how much you had been craving it.

you looked up at him after a while, blinking away some tears stuck on your eyelashes. he loosed one of his hands from his hold around you, and brought it up to your face. wiping away your tears with his thumb, you let the soft and warm pad of his finger glide over your cheek.

"I got us soup." you said with a hoarse voice and a small pout. vernons face lit up. "soup? from that place??" "yea, I remembered that you liked it last time so I-"

he gave your lips a small peck, interrupting your sentence. but of course, you didn't mind, you blushed a bit as you smiled away the rest of the sadness about the lonely shark. vernon began pushing off the covers, closing his computer, and pulling both you and him off of the bed.

not letting go of you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hips as he rushed you both into the kitchen, goal in sight, sitting in the paper bag atop the kitchen counter. you giggled as he pushed you through the house from behind.

you felt much less exhausted as you sat down at the dinner table, candles lit, and pulling your legs up onto the chair beneath you. vernon had already put a big spoon of the delicious soup from the bowl in front of him in his mouth. he let out a satisfied mmm, closing his eyes and nodding with a look that told you exactly how good the soup was. it made you chuckle, but as he looked over at you to see what you found funny you had already begun digging in on your own bowl. accidentally making a very similar mmm-sound and closing your eyes as you relished in the soup warming you up as it poured down your throat.

now it was vernon's turn to chuckle. you looked up and as your eyes met, you realized what you had done. you both began laughing at the irony but quickly went back to eating the soup that was too good to ignore. the soup was gone too quickly, but it did fill you both up.

you put away the dishes and made your way back to the bedroom, you changed out of your work clothes and into sweats paired with one of your boyfriend's gigantic hoodies. it smelled like his perfume and you sank down next to him on the bed, pulling up the covers to your chin since the bedroom was a bit chilly.

"could we watch that shark documentary together?" you asked looking at vernon with pleading eyes.

"oh my god, yes, it's actually a series, and it has so many episodes, and so many different sharks, it's great, you're gonna love it!" he said as he pulled open the laptop and disconnected the headphones.

the blue light shone on you both, cuddled up next to each other, laughing and weeping because of the sharks on the screen. you sat like this, limbs tangled up together, your head resting on his chest, hearing his laughter echo through you until you both fell asleep.

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uniquevoidflowers · 7 months

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Got something out!!! Finally!!! It's not the continuation but that is coming up next. Angst is really heavy.

Legend jolted when the stone floor beneath him crumbled, and he was falling. He landed heavily on a different set of cold ground. “Ow! What…where am I?” He said with a groan.

He saw Time, Hyrule, Twilight, Warriors, Four, Wind, Wild and Sky standing there.

"What... what's going on? What... what the hell are you guys doing here?!" Legend yelled.

They didn’t seem to hear him, they just stared at a coffin. Inside the vet saw…himself...?! Legend stiffened. "What... Am I…is that me?"

“I’m glad he's gone." Warriors sighed looking at the coffin.

Legend turned to face the captain. "Warriors, tell me. What is going on here?"

Nobody seemed to hear him speak. "Legend was just a nuisance who brought everyone down. He was a liability." Time huffed.

"Are you kidding me right now?! I'm standing right fucking here and you're discussing me as if I'm not even here! I feel like I'm in a nightmare! What is wrong with you people?" Legend yelled. He was so overwhelmed at the sudden hatred that he felt like he couldn’t breathe as tears pricked at his eyes.

"The vet was always so mean. I'll never miss him now that he's dead." Wind shrugged, his usually expressive face twisted into a deadpan.

"Can someone kindly explain to me why I'm being treated like the bad guy here and why that thing inside that coffin looks like me?" He asked, frustrated.

Why did the sailor of all people have to say that? Nobody seems to hear him still. "I am disgusted to have him as a predecessor. I'd rather have Time.” Hyrule’s face was scrunched up with only hatred.

"Enough! Someone talk to me! Someone answer me, damn it!" He yelled.

It felt like he was talking to a brick wall. "Please... just tell me what's going on! What's this about? Am I going insane?!" His head spun just thinking about it.

He felt like he was trapped inside an insane asylum when he knows he's not insane, he feels very much sane and healthy and their words were driving him towards madness. The vet suddenly tried to slam his fists into the ground but his hand phased through it. Gasping he realized he was a ghost. He was dead. Everybody was now talking about how much they disliked him when he was alive. "Legend ruined everything." Four sighed, his eyes icy blue.

He felt sick at that point. He put his head in his hands, and struggled not to cry. “No…no….this can’t be…I’m…dead? Tell me right now that I’m. not dead and this is all some kind of evil dream.” Legend demanded.

But this seemed very real. Why else would everyone be suddenly ignoring him? "He was such a jerk. He pretended to care about me or some shit." Twilight rolled his eyes.

Ouch. He couldn’t take it. Tears began to form in his eyes as he glanced around at his friends, they were all speaking and talking in their own little bubble that had felt like they were excluding him, as if he was the villain despite the face he feels like he’s done a lot to save them all. “By The Three…how could any of you say those things about me when I’ve saved you all so so many times? Have you forgotten?! Have you forgotten that I always put you before me every time? I... I care about all of you!" Legend cried out.

He felt invisible. "I just wish it was sooner that he had died. It was satisfying to see him die." The veteran was surprised to hear Sky, Sky of all people saying that. Everyone nodded in agreement.

He was so beyond hurt. To have been standing there and listening to everything they were saying, especially knowing that they’re speaking the truth - that he was a jerk…that he did push his loved ones away…It had hurt so so much. “So…so…you all really think I’m that…all those things?” His voice sounded so small. “Do…do you hate me?”

Nobody…Still nobody heard or acknowledged what he had said. "I always hated him. He was so picky to cook for, so rude. And when I dared to offer him a hug he'd shove me away. Glad I don't have to do that anymore." Wild sighed.

"That asshole." Twilight hugged the cook, like the cook was the one needing the hug.

Legend was crying silently. He knows he was a jerk, he knows they had good reasons to feel that way…but there had to have been some kind of misunderstanding. Was he really deserving of the hate from all his loved ones? “Do…do you all really hate me that much?” Legend asked weakly.

He was afraid to hear their answer. "Let's just move on already, we're wasting time talking about that stupid hero, if you could even call him one." Warriors glared at the corpse of the vet.

His head buried even lower at hearing Warriors’ comments.

“Stupid hero…”

Those words hurt more than the others. He had done so much to help them all, and that’s all they had to say about him? Stupid hero. Why did he even try to fight? "And he'd whine about not being able to sleep. Ha! What a loser." Hyrule laughed coldly.

That one had hurt even more. His eyes watered again. “Loser? That’s…that’s all I am to you people?” Legend questioned.

He almost started to believe them. “I don’t understand…did none of you even care about me when I was alive?” He tried, the image of that making his heart burn.

"Remember that time we cared for him when he was sick and he punched Wars and got upset? Later he blamed it on delirium but he's just a pathetic jerk. I wanted to leave him to die right then and there." Twilight recalled, scowling.

Each time the veteran had heard these things, his own words and actions and their reactions towards them, he left more and more worthless. Like he truly did make everyone’s lives worse. His heart ached with misery and anger. “You…you all felt like this about me…?” His voice cracked.

Had he been that much of a disappointment and never realized it his entire life? That’s a really hard pill to swallow. "Should we even tell his Zelda or Ravio about his death?" Four murmured, eyes switching to a hue of purple.

Hearing those words made his heart sink to his stomach. They had been considering to not tell them? But also, he had let Zelda and Ravio down. "Nah, they don't need to hear that. They're better off without him anyways. We'll just tell them Legend left them to go do his own selfish little things. That's what he was...selfish." Sky shrugged.

Legend felt like he could crumble into a million pieces at any given moment. Hearing his friends and loved ones say these things… “I…I was selfish wasn’t I? Did I ever even make them happy?” Legend whispered.

Why couldn’t the vet see it before? Why didn’t anyone ever call him out on his selfish behaviour? Was he truly that oblivious to everything until it was too late? "Cheers to an adventure without the selfish and jerk of a veteran hero!" Time announced.

They all cheered.

The hoarder had felt like his heart just got punched. They didn’t see it. No one saw it. He’s just a selfish jerk to the chain. All he’s done, all that he’s accomplished…it didn’t even register to them. All he could do then was stand there quietly while they mock him and talk down about him, about their hatred for him. “But…but..why don’t they see…” He said quietly to himself as tears streamed down his face.

They all moved on and started discussing new battle plans. Nobody mentioned the veteran, nobody cared that he was dead. They left his body to rot. It was like to them he had never even existed in the first place. He felt utterly alone. “I’m…I’m. not dead.” He insisted.

“I have to be alive.” But deep down, he had also felt like he was as good as dead.

He was just…he was completely invisible. Was he really just that much of a screw up? Was he not good enough? Even when he had tried so damn hard? "Ah this strategy is way better! Legend took up a lot of space, we should've let him die awhile ago. But noooo the goddess didn't want him to die. I'm glad she freed us from him now." Warriors rolled his eyes.

He felt his stomach churn. He felt so alone. And he felt as if maybe all those things he was accused of being, had truth to them. Maybe…Maybe he was as selfish and stupid as everyone made him out to be. Maybe no one really did need him. But he hoped that wasn’t the case. "This battle strategy is way easier without Legend!" Four laughed happily as he destroyed monsters later on.

He slumped. “What…what did I ever do…what did I ever mean to any of you? Why…why did I think people cared about me…?” Nobody heard his barely audible whisper, his lonely and painful sobs.

'You're a failure.'

'You were a liability'

'They have reason to hate you'

The veteran hero was so incredibly hurt. “Do... do any of you at least care about me at all...?" He prayed that someone would speak out, that they would have something kind to say.

But in his heart he knows no one will. This couldn’t be real. No one on this earth is that cruel…right…?

Nobody talked about Legend for months. Each day they acted like he never existed in the first place. They were able to move on really quickly. When Malon, or Zelda, or Ravio asked, they lied about the vet. He was already so hurt, so wounded…but to have the people he cared about turn a blind eye? To make an effort to speak ill of him as if he was the most awful presence, rather than a guy that cared and did his best? “This isn’t fair.” He told the air around him.

He just wanted to be noticed, to be heard, to be seen.

Were all these heroes correct to say all these things? "They're... they're right aren't they...?" Tears had flowed down his pale tear struck face once he had seen his mistakes.

He was a horrible, horrible man and he realized that way too late. He felt a sudden anger at the Goddess Hylia. He’d obeyed her over and over again, and this is what he got? “Why?” He wailed.

“Why would you do this to me?! This isn’t fair! This isn’t right! Why don’t you recognize that?!” He cried out, to someone.

'Selfish' The vet’s mind supplies. 'You’re selfish.’

He’s had enough of this. All those years of being a hero…it meant nothing. Nothing! And he, himself, was at fault for it. He had made everyone’s lives worse. He sunk further into misery and shame.

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“Hey, buddy wake up.” Someone roused Legend.

He shot up, sobs already coming out of his throat. Warriors was there, concern clear in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” The captain asked.

His mind nagged him over and over again that Warriors didn’t care. “Make it stop!” Legend wailed.

“Whoa, calm down there.” Warriors urged, looking uneasy.

“Y-you hate me.” Legend accused, recalling the venom in the man’s voice.

“Shhh, no I don’t. I would never.” Warriors soothed.

Legend lets the captain hold him. “Do you want to talk about it?” Warriors asked.

“No.” Legend murmured.

“Why don’t I give you a journal then? You can write those things down and I promise you, no one will read it if you don’t allow them to.” Warriors suggested.

“Okay then…” Legend sniffled.

He spent the next few days scribbling down the dream, disregarding the concern and wariness the others felt.

#unique writes #whumptober 2023 #whumptober #lu legend #lu warriors #lu time #lu wild #lu four #lu sky #lu twilight #lu wind #lu hyrule #Legend Angst #ao3

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Does Rafal have Thalassoharpaxophobia? (Google it...)

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This will take a dark turn. Rafal did not appreciate your question.

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[They respond in unison:]

Rhian: Yes. / Rafal: No.

Rafal: [He glares at Rhian.] I don't fear pirates—they just don't sit right with me. Traitors, the whole lot of them!

Rhian: It's a phobia. Own up to it.

Rafal: Do you see me quaking in fear around them? No, I do not. There. That's your answer: I don't have a phobia.

Rhian: Just because you don't expose your fear doesn't mean you don't feel it.

Rafal: I don't have feelings.

Rhian: Not true. It seems you can feel rage perfectly well. And you're a sore loser.

Rafal: Again, you're wrong. I display emotions to my advantage. That doesn't mean they're real.

Rhian: Fair enough. But I still think you have a phobia, as brilliant a liar that you are.

Rafal: [He finally snaps.] It's not a phobia, Rhian!

Rhian: Whatever you say... and yet—how do you explain why you shoo every single pirate away?

Rafal: It's not because of me. It's-it's because of you! Just how do you expect me—us—to do our work when those foul pests are raising hell on School grounds? They're bad influences.

Rhian: And you're not one?

Rafal: I thought this was about them, not me.

Rhian: [stares at his brother in askance]

Rafal: Fine. I'll admit I'm a bad influence, but it's my job to be one. Think of the students. Besides, you're immune to me by this point, so it doesn't matter either way. Pirates are another story. They do affect you.

Rhian: So now you say you care about the students? What next? Another brazen, bald-faced lie?

Rafal: I'm done with this conversation. For the record, I do not have a phobia.

Rhian: No! Come back! It just became interesting!

[Rafal stalks off.]

[Rhian waits for him to be out of hearing range.]

Rhian: He definitely has a phobia.

Rafal: [shouting] You don't get the last word! I do.

Rhian: [shrugs] Petty. He always leaves me. If only he'd associate with pirates. He has a lot in common with them.

[Rafal halts in his tracks and returns suddenly.]

Rafal: If you’re insinuating I was a deserter, I told you that I wouldn't do it again. Hell, I wouldn't have left if I had known all that would come to pass under your authority.

Rhian: Empty words. Hot air. Guff. What more can you expect from Evil incarnate?

Rafal: Rhian. Stop talking to strangers with their invasive questions. We're done here.

Rhian: Farewell 'til next time, my fair, devoted disciples!

Rafal: [sighs heavily. In a strained voice:] Listen here, Rhian. First, they don't like you. Second, they're glutting you with falsehoods, and third, there won't be a next time. I'm washing my hands of this rabblement, pirates included, and you ought to too.

Rhian: Pay him no mind. All, including pirates, are welcome. [He winks.]

Rafal: I will carve out your tongue if you keep jabbering away like a fool.

Rhian: [outraged, as if he were victimized] See what I have to live with?

Rafal: You're crying out into a cold and unsympathetic void. Whatever passive “audience” you believe we have is as hard and unfeeling as the Storian. They love to watch our pain and misery. They laugh and mercilessly mock us as the Storian does. I wish death upon them all. No, worse.

Rhian: Even if that’s true, mind your manners! [then, in a whisper] You know I’ll just die if whoever is out there doesn’t come away with a good impression.

Rafal: Again, I don’t see why you care about those faceless tormentors of ours. [with a stern look:] To anyone reading: we are not your manikins or playthings. Neither Rhian nor I. You are subordinate to me, and inferiors such as yourselves don’t dictate what we do.

Rhian: The question was harmless, Rafal.

Rafal: But was it victimless? Look at us.

Rhian: What about us?

Rafal: [accusatory] They want to see us fight. They're setting us against each other.

Rhian: My sincerest apologies to everyone. He’s not usually like this, as far as tact and diplomacy extend. He, er… woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Rafal: [abrasively] You still can’t see it, can you? Stop talking and they might just leave us alone.

Rhain: They’re probably gone by now, Rafal. You’ve probably driven them off with that cranky disposition.

Rafal: Doubtful. I know they’re out there. And I’ll be waiting.

Rhian: Enough. I—

Rafal: I think that one day, one day, they’ll surface, and on that day...

Rhian: I’d advise you to run for your lives if you care an ounce for your self-preservation.

Rafal: They'll turn up. They’re sadists and masochists. Why do you think they read our tales?

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My answer to this ask would be no.

It's probably just an impassioned hatred of pirates, an aversion. A full-blown phobia just seems extreme and a little unlikely. I don't think Rafal would generalize and discriminate against all pirates as far as fear goes, but, then again, in terms of simple hatred and his low opinion of them as a collective, I think he would hate them indiscriminately. He'd reject them at every turn, from Hook's betrayal and onwards. But, I could understand viewing Rafal as traumatized in some way through Hook, considering Hook's role in their tale.

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Is it possible that you could write a story with Broly crying over the death of his father, which he blames himself for, and the reader comforting him? Please?? He's my favorite character!

author's note: i hope you like the story! admittedly it is harder for me to write broly than vegeta, as my only experience with him is as he was in dbs broly. however i'm sure if i keep at it it'll come to me easier over time. i will be using the same 'universe' as the one i did the headcanons on, which can be read here and this can be seen as a continuation of that relationship.

pairing: broly x fem!reader

warnings: sad broly :(

Cry On My Shoulder | Broly x Reader |

"Hon?" You ask softly, knocking on the bedroom door. "Dinner's gonna get cold..."

There's a pause, and you're sure you hear a sniffle. "I'm... I'm not hungry."

You sigh softly. "Hon, you gotta eat. You haven't had anything to eat all day long now. You'll start getting weaker."

Goku had visited recently while Broly was asleep (poor thing was sick and got more sleep than he had in a while) and you asked if he could try and explain Saiyans in further depth than what Broly could. He grinned and suddenly blipped away, coming back with a man he introduced as Vegeta, and after they bickered, Vegeta finally was able to teach you all about the Saiyan race.

And one of the big things was a Saiyan's appetite and how important it is to eat to keep their energy and strength up. So Broly going a whole day without a meal was terrible for his health, even if he didn't have the urge to fight like the rest of his race had.

You're met with mere silence, and with only a little shame, you whine and turn on the crocodile tears. "Broly please... I'm worried about you... Please come eat."

The door opens and Broly stands tall before you, real tears in his eyes and on his face. You're taken aback for a brief moment, not expecting the crybaby tactic to work so quickly. But when you see the tears in his eyes, you cup his face and actual tears of your own form.

You have never seen Broly cry like this. He looks absolutely heartbroken with a runny nose and tears that don't stop streaming.

"Honey..." You whisper, brushing your thumb along his scar. "What's wrong?"

Broly picks you up to his level and buries his face in your neck, his tears wetting your neck and eventually chest as he cries. "Honey..." You whisper pitifully and hold him, rubbing his back and kissing his temple. "Let's talk about it."

He moves to the couch, refusing to let you go. He's sniffling and shivering, absolutely sobbing against you. You whisper sweet nothings to him, playing with his hair and squeezing him against you as much as you can.

"My sweet Broly... Oh darling, tell me what's wrong... I hate to see you like this."

Broly soon tires himself out, unable to produce any further tears. His arms are weak and he lets you go, so you take the opportunity to quickly warm his dinner back up and bring a plate over. After settling onto his lap again, you get a forkful of rice and hold it to his mouth.

Your eyes meet Broly's, and he looks so tired and defeated. You set the fork down and cup his face, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Just one plate. That's all I'm asking for, love."

"Okay." He whispers and is quiet while you feed him. He obliges you and even though he's eaten far less than he normally would, you consider it a win regardless and thank him once the plate is empty. You lean over and set the plate down on the coffee table and then snuggle against him, your hand resting on his chest.

He's gotten some strength back and moves his arms around you again. His face is still so sad and crestfallen, but this time he speaks. "My father died at this time of year."

"Oh Broly..." You move to your knees, straddling and hugging his face to your chest. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

His fingers dig into your sides after he's wrapped them around you again. "Because it's my fault! I killed him! My father!"

His grip is starting to bruise. The back of your mind begins to panic. What Broly is also came up when you spoke to Vegeta, and since that day you began making fewer attempts to go outside the cave so Broly wouldn't feel on edge and potentially go ballistic if something went wrong.

You wince. "I... Broly..."

He gasps when he realizes he's hurting you, letting go immediately and unceremoniously pushing you to the couch cushion before standing and backing away. Your ass has not touched these cushions in so long that it just feels wrong, and the panicked look in Broly's eyes is nothing but terrifying.

"No... I-I hurt you."

"No, you didn't!" You hold your hands out. "You didn't, Broly. You could never."

"I did it to my own father." He whispers, tears falling down his cheeks, stepping away when you take a step forward.

"Broly, no. You didn't hurt me and you never have."

"It was when I fought Goku and Vegeta. A stray blast hit my father and killed him."

You push your lips together and take a deep breath. "You didn't mean to. Intent matters, baby."

"He's dead! Nothing else matters!"

Okay, this isn't going to work out. You rub your sweaty palms on your sweatpants. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for what happened, Broly." You sit back down on the couch and hug your knees to your chest. "Just... Please calm down."

Broly stares for a moment, taking a shuddering breath and sitting beside you on the couch. "I... I'm sorry I lost my temper. I love you."

You put your hand on his. "I love you too. Why don't... You tell me about your dad?" You bite your lip and hope redirecting his energy to be more positive gives the desired effect of cheering him up. Memory lane always works for you, anyway.

Broly perks up a bit. "He was strict, but only because he loved me so much. He wanted me to be strong."

You smile a little. "He loved you a lot then, huh? You're so strong! I bet you could pick up my ship if you tried."

"Easily." He says softly, a light blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, that's right. It would be pretty easy for you. Tell me more about him?" You stand and go to the kitchenette as Broly begins telling stories. He's got forty years worth of stories to tell, and you fix him plate after plate of food while he tells you each and every one.

Your eyes are tired by the time he's wrapping up, blinking slowly but doing your damnedest to stay awake and listen to every word. Broly notices, however, and ends his storytime to take you to bed. You snuggle up to him and hum softly.

"Thank you for sharing with me." You mumble to his chest, sighing softly when a large, warm hand is placed on your upper back.

Broly kisses the top of your head and smiles in the dark room, closing his eyes. "Thank you... For helping me feel better."

"I love you." You say simply, kissing his chest.

"I love you."

More, he thinks.

#broly x reader #broly x you #fem!reader #broly #dbs broly #fic #anonymous #requests #thank you for the request!

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Jeon Jungkook | CHEATER!!! or not?... pt.2

Jeon Jungkook x gn reader

Synopsis: Because of rumors Jk believed that reader was cheating on him, they had a fight and reader left... he regretted everything... will he be able to make it up to them?

Warnings: angst, swearing

Note: Someone wanted a part two, so I hope you like it!

Part 1

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"The rumors and picture were proofed to be fake"

After Namjoon informed Jungkook about this he relived the whole fight, from the moment you had entered the apartment, the way he screamed at you and how you left after you still told him you loved him, despite of how much he had hurt you. He could feel his heart break as it started to hurt incredibly bad.

Over and over he saw your confused and hurt expression in front of his eyes. Why didn't he just let you explain it all? Why didn't he listen to you?

Namjoon still didn't hung up on the younger boy. He heard his broken sobs which almost turned into screams. "Wait where you are Jungkook! I will come to you! We will solve all of this out. I promise!" he spoke before he ended the call. He was concerned for his youngest member. He had never heard him sound this broken.

Jungkook wasn't even listening to what his Hyung was saying. His thoughts were to loud. His body shaking. Thinking about what he should do now.

Suddenly Jungkook's crying stopped. 'I have to apologize to them.." he thought to himself while he weakly tried to stand up. Ignoring his aching head he opened the front door and ran out. Not even putting his shoes on or closing the door behind him. He looked around frantically, trying to find out where you went after you left.

He looked in every direction with his blurry sight due to the still remaining tears. He didn't see anything that could tell him where you went as he wiped his eyes, thinking about giving up for a moment. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. The whole situation was his fault after all. On top of that it was getting dark slowly and he still didn't know where you went. 'Shit..' a new tear escaped his eye but he wiped it away, willing to search the whole night for you.

He needed to see you, to hold you. To tell you how sorry he was. Determined to find you he just ran off into any direction and started to look for you. The small stones on the street slightly drilled into his freezing feet. The cold wind brushing through his messy hair. But he couldn't care less. When he thought about the pain that you must be going through then he was more than willing to endure all that, for you.

As he ran non-stop through the by now almost completely empty streets, looking in every shop and ally to see if you were there he grew more and more scared. Where could you have gone? He was stressed. What if you were hurt? Or lost? Or worse..

He felt tears form in his eyes again as his phone in his pocket started to vibrate again. 'Y/n?..' he hoped that it was you more than anything. But to his disappointment it wasn't you. 'Of course not you idiot, why would they call you after what you did..' he scolded himself. It was in fact Namjoon-Hyung who was calling him. His legs gave out under him from exhausten and hopelessness. He fell onto his knees. The small stones now drilling into them too.

He stared at his phone for a second. Feeling lost as he registered again that you weren't the caller but he accepted the call and held the phone to his ear nonetheless.

"Jungkook?! Where are you? I told you to wait for me! And why is your front door open?!" he heard his Hyung speak concerned and also stressed.

"Hyung..." the fear and stress just got to much for Jungkook. He was exhausted and tired. He was to weak to keep his tears from spilling anymore. His hands were shaking. He searched EVERYWHERE. But you were gone... He didn't even care if you would hate him for the rest of your life. He just wanted to know if you were ok. THAT you were ok. You had to be...

His breathing grew heavy as he stared at his now slightly bleeding knees.

"Jungkook, calm down and tell me where you are so I can come and get you."

"But I have to find them Namjoon..."

Namjoon didn't care that Jungkook didn't call him Hyung. He knew this boy was broken right now.

"Listen to me Jungkook. Suga-Hyung called me a few minutes ago. Y/n is ok and save. They went to him to talk about what happened. So please just tell me where you are right now."

As Jungkook heard that you were ok he was so relieved that even more salty tears ran down his face. After he sent Namjoon his location since he didn't know where he was he came to get him and took him to Suga's place.

"Now calm down so that you can apologize to them properly." Namjoon spoke after they arrived in front of Suga's door. He wiped the younger's tears away and gave him an encouraging smile. He gave a weak smile back before talking a deep breath and knocked on the door.

What should he say to you? Would you even listen to him? Would you forgive him? Would you break up with him?...

As soon as he heard Suga open the door it all seemed to happen so fast. He didn't even register what was happening as you came running towards him. He didn't know what was going on but you wrapped your arms around him, wrapping him in an bone-crushing hug. Pulling him against your body and stroking his hair with one of your hands.

"BABY! I was so worried about you! After Namjoon called me and told me that you were not in your apartment and the front door was open I was so fucking scared that something had happened after I left! You can't scare me like that! You hear me?" he felt his shoulder grew slightly wet as your tears fell onto his shirt.

To say he was shocked by your actions would be an understatement. You were scared for him. Why? After what he did...

Carefully he wrapped his arms around you too. Relieved to feel you in his arms again.

"Aren't you angry at me?.." he whispered as he was scared of the answer. Even though he knew that he would deserve your anger.

"No..baby.. I forgave you the moment you became angry at me back in your apartment. I was scared and confused... But I love you so much.. I just can't really get angry at you"

Suga and Namjoon watched smiling as you two hugged for a long time. Neither wanting to let go of the other.

"Promise me you will stop believing everything you see on the internet..." you spoke tiredly.

"I promise..."

"Baby?! Your knees are bleeding!!" after you pulled away you took a second to look at your boyfriend, only realizing his hurt knees now.

"Oh, it's nothing, don't wor-" before he could finish you pulled him inside of Suga's apartment, leaving him in the living room to go grab a wet cloth and some ointment. As you returned and he saw what you held in your hands he fell onto his aching knees, bowing down in front of you.

"Please forgive me for screaming at you. I was just so scared that I would leave you to someone else. I was so confused... I never meant to scream. And I promise I never will again." not once he looked up at you.

You just smiled and pulled him onto his feet so you could clean the wounds on his knees. "Don't worry Jungkook. I love you."

#bts #bts angst #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x gn reader #jk bts #jk #bts jk #jk x reader #jk x y/n #jk x gn reader #bts jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #x reader

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awoogayanderes · 2 years

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TRULY THE GREATEST SIN

➪ request : “heyyy, this is my first time requesting smt from u and I was wondering if u could write some hurt to comfort/fluff with fyodor dostoevsky from bsd and a reader who s/h and has suicidal thoughts. (but it's TOTALLY fine if u don't want to write this!!! btw, I wish u a great day/night! 💜)” - anonymous

➪ warnings : mentions of suicide, self harm, proceed with your own discretion

➪ other notes : i love this lanky anemic man but i think i made him too ooc but i cant imagine this man being comforting so i didn’t know what to do

you hated today. everything went against you and you felt helpless. why does this always happen to you? why does the world always turn its back on you. on top of that, your boyfriend was busy and you didn’t want to be a bigger burden to him than you already were. all the empty and numb thoughts came rushing back to you. would anyone miss you if you died?

what if fyodor just pitied you and one day put an end to your existence? god, you hated this feeling. you hated yourself for being so weak. you started hitting your head hard, wanting to get rid of all the bad feelings. you began clawing at your forearm, drawing blood when suddenly someone grabs your wrist. look towards them, you saw your lover.

“what do you think you’re doing,” he asks, not letting go of your wrist. not knowing what to do, your eyes watered, embarrassed at him catching you in a mental breakdown. his eyes softened before letting go of your wrist. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he puts his hand on your back. he knew about your unhealthy habits, but he couldn’t understand why you hurt yourself instead of others.

he was upset that you didn’t go to him but he wasn’t surprised. he hates seeing you cry even if he sometimes was the reason why. you sit on the bathroom counter as he wraps some bandages around your arm. “why do you do it,” he bluntly asks. you shrug but he gives you a death glare, making you sigh. “it makes me feel alive, it makes me feel something,” he freezes before continuing to dress your wound.

“my dear, you can’t do this to yourself anymore,” fypdor says, looking at you. “it’s not like i want to do it, it just feels right,” you try to explain to him. “then let me help you, open up to me,” he grabs both of your hands. “i’m just so tired,” you say, sniffling as the waterworks came back to you. he hugs you gently as if you’re about to collapse in his arms. he wasn’t going to let you die or harm yourself anymore.

as your god, he’ll guide you into a safer path. “i know you’re tired but hurting yourself is truly the greatest sin and i won’t allow that,” you quietly sob into his chest. he knew you were a saint but even saints need their own savior. he’ll take better care of you and try his best to comfort you. he shushes you softly, not wanting you to feel any more pain than you already do.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with hope #engraved with tenderness #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs imagines #fyodor x reader #fyodor angst #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bsd fyodor

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Gilbert - Public or Private Persona – Which Do You Prefer? The Public Persona Event Summary

Do I ever know what I'm doing? You shouldn't trust me, or my suspect understanding of what's going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert's world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

Even though the three princes are on an extended visit to Rhodolite, Emma’s duties as Belle must continue. She is attending a party hosted by the domestic faction of princes in order to interact with the nobles to make her choice.

A woman bumps into her, spilling her drink on Emma’s dress. The liquid quickly changes the color of the fabric of Emma’s dress, making it clear that it is now spoiled. The woman apologizes insincerely, and the man escorting her smiles mockingly. Emma realizes that this was done on purpose just as she recognizes them as a high-ranking couple. Emma gives the woman a pointed look, and the woman asks if Emma is trying to imply this is anything other than an accident.

Since Emma has become acquainted with Gilbert, this isn’t entirely unexpected. She was ostensibly under the protection of Leon as his date, but he had stepped away from the party to handle a separate matter. It has not gone unnoticed by her that this ‘accident’ occurred once Leon had left.

The woman suggests Emma leaves. Her dress is spoiled and unsuitable for this gathering now. The man offers to explain to Leon that she had to leave. Emma refuses, and the couple insists that she should really go, lingering in a ruined dress would reflect badly on Leon.

The people around them are pretending not to watch, but Emma can feel the sharpness of their attention. They are waiting for her to make a fuss and cause trouble for Leon. Emma decides to call this party a bust and try another time.

Suddenly the background chatter cuts off, and the atmosphere temperature drops several degrees. Emma doesn’t turn to look, but a feeling colder than the water dumped on her washes over her. The woman’s complexion goes white as she looks at something just behind Emma.

Emma doesn’t have to turn to look to see who it is. A cheerful voice from behind her tells the room that they don’t have to be so frightened, but he’s impressed that they’re so righteous. A hand is placed on Emma’s shoulder.

Just as Emma turns to face Gilbert, he leans over her to dump a glass of water onto the woman’s face. He immediately apologizes, it seems his hand slipped. Just as Emma is about to ask him what he’s doing, Gilbert throws the empty water glass at the woman’s feet, shattering it. The noise echoes in the silent room, and Emma thinks that he might be angry.

Gilbert notes that Emma looks especially pitiful now, all drenched in water. He assures her that she’s still cute though. He is the only one who doesn’t seem to mind the oppressive atmosphere that makes it difficult to breathe, much less talk.

Emma asks Gilbert what he’s doing here, and why he came to the party. Gilbert admits that he was curious, so he wanted to stop by and take a quick look. At the party? Nope, he was hoping to see how Emma looked in her dress. His sweet words seep into Emma like poison.

Emma has no doubt what he said will only support the rumors of her and Gilbert’s alleged relationship. Gilbert doesn’t seem bothered by this and turns his focus from her to the woman who had been harassing her. Gilbert tells the woman that he will listen to her as an apology for ‘accidentally’ dumping water on her. After all, she must have wanted to get his attention if she went so far as to dump water on Emma. The woman assures him that she absolutely does not want to do this.

Gilbert tells her that he hates liars, and even though it’s not directed at her, Emma can feel a sudden murderous intent emanate from him. The woman starts to cry. Emma realizes that she should have stopped Gilbert at the beginning, but she was too afraid.

Gilbert explains that Emma is a friend of his, so he would like to know why she’s being bothered. If the woman won’t say anything, he can’t guarantee that anyone in this room will live to see the sun rise the next morning.

The pressure was so strong, Emma was close to hyperventilating. Still, she tells Gilbert that he’s already heard the story, this was just an unfortunate accident. Gilbert turns to her and asks if she’s lying.

Emma insists that it’s up to her, as the person on the other end, to decide whether or not this is an accident, and she has. Right now, all she can see is Gilbert’s red eye. She meets and holds the gaze of Prince Gilbert; the World’s Calamity and the Trampling Beast, for an eternity as she waits to see if she will live or die.

Gilbert suddenly reaches out to touch her cheek and notes that Emma’s dress is wet. She should hurry and change before she catches a cold. Emma tells him that she’ll do that later, and Gilbert insists that she do that right now.

Emma is reluctant to leave Gilbert alone in this room of nobles and asks him to come with her. Gilbert asks if she seriously just invited him to help her change her clothes. She’s a lot bolder than he was expecting, but if she wants that kind of relationship with him . . .

(This is the 'Does it Hurt to Have a Bad Brain' expression)

Okay, fine. Emma will leave BY HERSELF but begs Gilbert not to do anything to the people here. Gilbert reminds her that they were just bullying her, and Emma tells him that she doesn’t care about that. Gilbert complains that she’s so nice it makes him sick, but he won’t hurt anyone here.

True to his words, the murderous aura Gilbert was emitting begins to fade. Emma reminds herself that Gilbert isn’t a liar, so the people are probably safe. Emma leaves.

Emma notes that whenever Gilbert gets that murderous aura is when she is in danger. She wonders if it’s a coincidence.

She quickly changes and returns to the party, where all those people who had been so cold to her earlier were suddenly friendly and considerate. Gilbert had left, and Leon had also returned by then though he looked noticeably upset. Emma wonders what Gilbert did while she was gone.

After the party, she returns to her room, tired and sore. Gilbert casually greets her from her couch as Emma starts taking off her shoes. She stops as she realizes something is different and focuses on Gilbert, who is reading the romance novel she had left out. Gilbert asks if this is the kind of story Emma is into, an evil emperor changing his ways for the love of a village girl.

Emma asks Gilbert why he’s in her room. Gilbert closes the book, probably losing her place like the true villain he is. Gilbert explains that he’s here so that she can thank him.

Smiling as sweetly as ever, Gilbert stands and approaches her. Feeling villainy flow from him, Emma backs away until her back hits the wall. Gilbert places a hand on either side of her, trapping her. He tells her that she can’t run away from this.

Oh no! What should Emma do?

To be continued in Gilbert’s Private Persona

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian

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