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lynninlyn · 9 months

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Dark Paradise_Michael KaiserxF!Reader

This is inspired by the song Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey. I constantly have the urge to write this although by writring is bad and English is not my native language. Please read with easy and feel free to point out my error. Thank you all!

Warning: Fluff to Angst, Major character d*ath, OOC, bad grammar and missed spelling, no-proofread.

All my friends tell me I should move on I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song Loving you forever can't be wrong Even though you're not here, won't move on

"Are you ok?" "Ok what? Stop asking useless thing, Ness. I know what I am doing."

Glaring at the brunette boy whose the worry is all over his tired face. Kaiser shake the thought off his mind, continues observing the field and calculating for the next attack session. Focusing and executing another glorious victory for Bastard Munchen, embellishes his throne.

Or that were what Kaiser thought.

Is it that obvious that to other people? How can Ness knows he is not totally dedicate to the match? How dare of him to assume Kaiser was absent-minded?

And god please let Kaiser know how stop himself from consantly looking at that certain seat in the VIP area that always reserved for his precious Y/n.

"Wwoahhhhh-" "It's him again, it Kaiser impact again" "A beautiful goal at 90', executed team XXX last hope, an absolute win 2-0 for Bastard Munchen"

The Bastard Munchen's crowd bursted in excitement for the just happened victory. His clown-like teammates make the ridiculous celebrate moves like the highschool team experiences a win match for the first time. Isnt this result is an obvious scene when they have the Kai-fucKING-ser as their savior, freed them from their arrogance like the background characters in his heroic play?

Empty. Kaiser feels nothing.

Mindlessly walking to the locker room. Shouldn't he feels satisfied as another decoration on his long-listed trophy is achieved and the spotlight is all on him? The adrenaline in him should reach it climax at this moment, he used to enjoy the afterward of every match as you will immediately rush up to him, kiss him passionately, congratulate him, sweet words pour from your cherry lips and you will discuss about the later plan on that day to spoil your loverboy for his victory.

Oh-

Kaiser realizes now. All this distraction, emptiness, and lost feelings is because of your absence in his life.

You weren't here this time, you weren't here to cheer for him, to worry for him every time he aims for the perfect shooting spot, and celebrate with him for every goal he scores in the match.

For his last 23 matches, you hadn't been here with him. He wonder how has he managed to last through that much time without you by his side.

The harsh reality that you will never be able to show up at his matches anymore, and add more to its tragedy, you are not here anymore for him to love you, embrace you, and hold you in his hands 'till the day the both of you draw your last breath.

You were gone. And he can't move on.

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

From high school sweetheart to the IT couple that football fans and media use to address you and Kaiser everytime you guy drop anything on social media or Kaiser, once again, intentional drops in the middle of the interview to brag about his lovely baby.

You has been with K from the very first day, gone through up and down in his football career. Even when him tried to push you away because of his arrogance and cocky younger self, you was still by his side to work everything out together.

PDA

Pictures of you and him is all over Kaiser's social media accounts. Not a single day that Kaiser hadn't post something about his darling beauty and your caring for him and only him.

Kaiser want the world knows how much you mean to him and how good, how wonderful you are. Shutting down any chick that dares to claim themselves could be better if they could get in the place of his precious significant other. Not even in sleep they can dream about that, never ever.

Doesn't care to express his love for you even there were paparazzi taking the picture of you guys on public dates. Holding hand, peak on your peachy cheek, kiss on that honey lips, embrace you in his protection. "Turn to angle 3 o'clock babe, lets him capture my kiss on your hand when we got out the car. I will get that pic for the my new bio avatar."

Aftermath

Picking you up by your hip, winging you around and peppering your goddess-like face with kisses to relieve all the adrenaline he got from playing and shooting the whole match.

You looks like a cute bunny when hurrying run to him. And he wont tell you that you even look cuter attened his matches in winter, the puffy jacket makes you look like the snowball rolling, but don't get him wrong. You are totally not look childish and funny (or maybe you are?)

Your curiosity when examines his new medal or trying to hold the Bastard München's just received cup.

"Hey don't bite it like I starved you. It is fake, like the pile of medals that stacked up in my exhibition room at home."

They know us but don't know these The most casual moment with you were the thing that haunted him most. The peacefulness that both of you cherish and Kaiser scared to lose, he feared when he wakes up the next day, you will not even be by his side to accomplish him for every beat that his heart beats.

When you come and wait for him to finish his late night practice.

When Kaiser want to hug you tight out of sudden while you guy were heading out the Bastard Munchen's stadium.

When Kaiser wakes up with you in his arm, hold you tight for 15 more minutes before getting ready for morning training.

When the ritual of the good luck kisses you press on his cheek, his temple and sometimes for lips before you two must parted as Kaiser back to the locker room and ready for the matches.

"Thank you my goddess. Your knight in shining armour today will once again establish another glorious victory with you endearing blessing. These clowns will be blinded by your charming power. "

"Oh dear! Please leave before Noa will rocket himself up there. He has been calling for the tenth time to get you back with the team."

"It was 35 calls last time baby. Hah, he must be used to it"

"MIKA!!!"

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side There's no you, except in my dreams tonight

Kaiser knows your love is immeasurable. He glad that god still has mercy on him, gives him a chance to realize how precious, one of a kind your love is before his arrogance, led by the depression he got in Blue Lock, made him lose you.

It would have been the eternal punishment for his soul.

But there were times Kaiser wishes that your love isn't that strong and you would not deeply care for him to the point that you wouldn't hesitate flight yourself overseas to support him, cheering for his match in foreign country.

"Breaking news. The Amour Airlines's flight BB-1234 on day x/y/20xx from Munich, Germany to Tokyo, Japan had been reported to unfortunately crashes on the XXX island while it was crossing the Indian Ocean due to the unpredicted storm. The passenger list had been provided by the Airlines and they are calling for the family of the passengers to contact to help the searching and identifying progress. The list- .... Y/n, female, xx years old, nationality: ____"

And everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me There's no release, I feel you in my dreams Telling me I'm fine

#kaiser x reader #blue lock #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x y/n #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk angst #bllk #bllk x you #bllk fluff

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 2 years

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Part of the convocation (part 1) - Miguel Diaz x reader

Summary: reader is Johnny's long-not-so-lost-step-niece, and she need a new roof over her head, so she finds herself back in a Dojo with him as her sensai once again. She has to train with the champion in order to be one, but she finds herself charmed by her step-uncle's favorite student, who is already hooked on someone else.

Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I clench my hand into a fist and raise it, placing it in front of me, fully ready to knock on door number 2 that's right in front of me.

After all this time, I don't know if John would even know who I am. If he'll recognize.

"Hey, you must be John Lawrence. I am (y/n) (l/n) but my mom's maiden name is Lawrence, Maya Lawrence" I repeat the lines I planned in my head once again, "that name might sound familiar, because she is your step-sister, from sid's old marriage. You may know, he is no longer with us, and neither is she" the voice in my head keeps going. "Okay, you got this" i mumble to myself and knock on the door.

"Hey, you must be-" I start, but the person in front of me looks way too young to be my mom's step brother. He has dark features too, and from what I remember John is a white, blond-haired, blue-eyed guy. His dark hair fall on his face messily, and his brown eyes had a kind look to them. "-not the person I was looking for, I'm sorry" I say, giving him half an awkward smile. "Uh, who are you looking for?" He asks, returning a half smile. "Diaz, who's at the door?" A voice calls from behind. "I dunno, this girl who's looking for someone" the dark haired boy who I assume is Diaz answers. "Is she a babe?" The voice calls, and Diaz lets out an unsurprised sigh. "She looks about my age, Sensei, so maybe you'd wanna take that back" Diaz calls to the mysterious older-sounding guy in the apartment. I assumed it's his dad, but after that last sentence I am not as sure. "Oh" the man says as he finally steps in my field if vision.

The man I see in front of me is a tall, white, blond-haired, blue-eyed guy. He looks at me, confused. I guess I am staring, after all, the last time I saw this man was at my Bat mitzvah - my dad is, or I guess was, Jewish. He steps closer, squinting his eyes at me as he switches places with Diaz. "Hey, you must be John Lawrence, I am (y/n) (l/n) but my mom's maiden name is Lawrence, Maya Lawrence-" I start, but he cuts me off with a hug. It took me by surprise, honestly. "Lil (y/n)! I can't belive it, it has been forever" he says, and I hug him back. "Uh, sensei, who is this?" Diaz asks from inside the apartment.

"This is my step niece, (y/n)" John explains, "(y/n), this is Miguel, he's my student, and my girlfriend's son".

"Hi" I say, waving at Miguel, he waves back. "So, what brings you here? Are your parents here too? I think I owe them an apology for your Bar matzvah-" "it's Bat mitzvah, I'm a girl, and-" I correct him, but he keeps going. "- I was in a bad place back then, and-" he says as he's looking around for the car I got here in, but no success. "Where, uh, where is the car? Your parents?" He asks. "They are, uh, over there" I say, pointing at the sky. He looks up, "on the balcony? There is no one on the-" John says in confusion. "Sensai, I uh, I'm sorry" Miguel looks at me with a sad smile, "I think she means that uh, they are in the sky". "What, Like, On an airplane? How did she get here before-" john says, and Miguel stares at him until the puzzle clicks in my step uncle's brain. "Oh, oh! They are dead!" John says, a bit excited to realise, but then the realization really hits. "Oh, they are dead" he repeats. "I'm so sorry, kid. Are you staying with sid now? Did he send you here to get that glass statue I stole? Cause I don't have it, I pawned it to pay for this guy's surgery" John says, pointing at Miguel. "What?" Miguel and I mumble, confused. "Um, actually John, I was staying with sid, but he died and you are the only relative I have. Social services tried to contact you, but there was no answer, almost like you don't have a phone" I explain to him.

"I don't have a phone, I threw it on the beach!" John says, pride in his voice. "O..kay…" I reply, "anyways, John, I was wondering If I can stay with you" I finally get to what I was trying to say for the past few minutes. "Sure, yeah, sure thing kid" he says, "come on in, I was just cooking for me and Diaz". I walk behind him into the apartment. It's messy, and smells like beer and whiskey. Of course it is, what else should I expect from good ol' step-uncle Johnny.

As they cook, we chat a little, and John tells me all about the Karate-gang thing, and how his Dojo is bound to win. "Actually, this is perfect timing for you to arrive, we need a girl to kick some asses for Eagle Fang" John says. "You want me to joking your Karate gang?" I laughe, but he look as serious as can be. "Well, of course, I mean you already got moves, I remember you kicking that kid right in the balls at your Bat matzvah" he says, mispronouncing the biggest, most important even of your life once again. "I kicked him is because he kept asking where bat-man is and claimed it was false advertisement" I laughed thinking back at that night. It was all going so well, until John had one, two, ten drinks too many. "And I landed that kick because you trained me. I was your first student, I think" I say, and they both look at me, expecting me to accept the offer to join Eagle claw- no, not claw, fang. "But I bet you I don't even remember any Karate moves" I say quickly. "No, no, karate is like riding a bike" Miguel says. "After my injury, I thought I'm never gonna get back to it, I thought it was doomed. I thought I will never kick ass again, but with the help of sensai here, it all came back in an instant, my instincts were as sharp as ever and my kicks as precise as they were" he opened up as if we didn't meet nearly 15 minutes ago. It looks like these two had a connection, like my step-uncle is actually there for him. Good to know I wasn't mistaken to come here. "Fine" I say, "I'll join your convocation". "You are already having a conversation with us" John says. "Uh, john, convocation is a cloak of birds" I explain. "I knew that" he mutters, making the plates for all 3 of us. "Thank you, (y/n). I'm sure you're just what out team needs" Miguel smiles at me, and I can't help but think it is a cute smile.

The next day, I wake up to the sound of a horn held by John. "What the hell, step-uncle?" I call out to him. "You are my new female champion, you need to be trained as such" he explains. I look at him and then check the time on my phone. "It's 7am" I whine at him. "Yeah, and Miguel is already on his second lap around the building complex. Time to start some warm ups, kid" John replies to me, honking his horn once again. "Alright, alright" I mutter and get up from the couch. "This couch is not even comfortable, I'm glad to get out if it" I sigh and make my way to the kitchen to make myself coffee. "Do you have plant-based milk?" I ask him, "I am kinda lactose intolerance-" I start. "Quite!" He cuts me off. "The only thing we have intolerance this Dojo is Losers! Lactose intolerance is for pussys!" John is half-yelling half-talking. "Um, actually, it's a medical condition. Trust me, you don't want me to consume milk products, this apartment stinks enough on its own" I say as I decide to drink some water instead of getting diarrhea. "Okay, I'll stop by the supermarket later and get you some fake milk" he says, slightly defeated, "but for now, give me 50 push ups!" He calls. "Geez, okay, step-uncle" I sigh, and get on the floor. "It's sensai for you now" he says, smiling cockingly. He seems proud to be training me. Again.

Weeks pass, and once again I wake up with a honk, this time it's 5:30am. I make my coffee and drink it as I get ready. I do my makeup lightly and put on my favorite athletic set. I open the door to see Miguel already warming up. "Hey there, (y/n)" he smiles at me as he's stretching his arms around. "Mind if I join?" I ask him, even tho this us a stupid question since that's the whole point. We've been training together almost every day, keeping each other in shape by doing some cardio every morning and practicing together at the Dojo (which I firmly believe is an abandoned storage unit my step-uncle took over without permission), even after class. In between practicing together and hanging out at school, I started developing some feelings towards him, tho I decided to put it aside. He has Sam, and I'm not a homewrecker. It's purely sport and friendship between the two of us, not the easiest thing to do but it is what I gotta do for Cobra Kai to get buried in the pages of history. Those crazy assholes are making my life, and all of my friends live absolutely miserable. We don't give them an easy time as well, but this stupid rivalry is really making my high-school life way more dramatic than I planned. Oh well, I guess I knew what I signed up for.

Saturday comes around and Miguel and I meet outside our apartments for another training session. We had those so often, i was almost scared from life after the tournament - these training sessions became part of my routine, what would I do without it? It was Miguel's turn to make the plan, and so I listened as he explained his 'incredible idea' to me.

"You gotta be kidding me" I say to Miguel. "No, I am not" he laughed, "I learned some Miagi-do, and I belive you could use it too". "Okay, then show me some moves, don't make me do chores" I replied, however I wasn't really going to argue. If it gets me some time to hang out with Diaz, I can wax on, wax off all day long. Paint a house. Whatever. Sure, it was all in a platonic spirit, but it is still getting to know him. "Come on, (y/n), we don't have all day!" Miguel calls out, and I laugh. "Yes sensai!" I call back and now before getting to work. I notice him blushing in the corner of my eye, but I ignore it.

The hours pass and Miguel's mom car was never shinier. He tried asking Mr. Larooso for the Miagi-do studio to get me to do some chores over there, but the Dojo was full with everyone practicing for the all valley tournament so we had to improvise. John was not happy about me leaning some Miagi-do at first, but now that it meant his car was clean he suddenly approved. "Okay, Sensai Diaz, what now?" I ask as I stretch my arms. They were a little soar from all the cleaning but I could still keep going.

"Now, we see if you got it" Miguel smiles, "okay, get into position, now show me 'wax on, wax off' " he says, getting his stance right before throwing a punch at me. I move my hand in the air as if I was waxing a car, creating the perfect block to Miguel's attack. He throws another punch, and I do the same movement with my other hand, blocking him again. We go on like that for a few seconds. "That… that was actually kinda awesome" I laugh, "Thanks, Migu-" I say, and he gives me a dead Sirius look, raising an eyebrow, "sensai Diaz" I correct myself. It started out as a joke, but the entire day he only responded to me if I called him sensai. I guess he enjoyed it, since he kept getting a red tinted across his face everytime the word left my mouth.

The next morning comes around, and Miguel and I share a ride to school with John, who was happy to see us get along. It was important to him that his "two champs", as he called us, would have good chemistry since we were the ones leading the Dojo and being an example for the other kids. We entered the school side by side, bags hanging off of one shoulder, and I imagine this would be a shlomo scene of us walking across the halls, epic 80's music in the background with a record scratch effect as Demitri and Hawk approach us. "Guys, why are you walking like that?" Demitri asked, confused, "this is not some stupid Netflix show about teens, put your bag on your back correctly, it can cause back damage to have the strap on one shoulder only". "Are you serious, Demitri? God you're such a nerd" I say, but fix my bag anyway. The last thing I need is to have a messed-up back. "Having bad posture is for losers" I could hear my step-uncle in my head, and I think Miguel had the same voice in his head cause I wasn't the only one who had both straps on now.

"Hey guys" Devon joined us, smiling at me and sneaking a wink. I took her under my wing - she was great, pure Eagle-Fang material if I ever saw one. Lots of anger to channel in her fists, and a righteous spirit. We became friends instantly, and she was the only one who knew about my crush on Miguel. I guess that was why she winked at me. "Hey Dev" I smiled at her, "what's up?".

"Nothing much" she replies, "how about you guys, did anything fun this weekend?". I nodded, "yeah, Sensai Diaz here-" I said, motioning towards Miguel and winking at him, "-taught me some Miagi-do, we waxed his mom's car and Sansai's as well" I told the group. "Sensai Diaz?" Hawk laughed. Demitri and Devon were definitely holding back a smirk. "Are you guys gonna start calling me Sensai now?" Miguel giggled nervously. "Only if it woul'nt bother you, sensai Diaz" Demitri replied, finally giving up and realizing his laugh into the world. "Whatever, you'll forget it in a week" Miguel said, not even trying to argue. "You sure, Sensai?" Devon asked, and Miguel's confidant Faust seemed to be shaken. "Common guys, give him a break" I say, resting my hand on his shoulder, "it is disrespectful to make fun of your sensai" I add, and the group is laughing once again, this time I join them. We chat some more until I hear the bell. "Hey, common, we'll be late to class, sensai Diaz" I say once I calm down, and push him away from the group. We had very few minutes to get to room H5.

"Sensai Diaz?" Sam asked, joining the conversation. I didn't even notice her approaching us. "Yeah, it's because I taught her some Karate, it's a joke" Miguel said, his tone slightly guilty. Sam looked at me and then at him, back and forth, "oh, okay" she finally speaks, but I have a feeling that it is not okay.

After history class, which I shared with Miguel and Sam I had science with Demitri and Hawk. I started walking towards room G3, but someone is grabbing my bag and pulling me back. I take the bag off and pull it down, slamming the person who tried getting me on the ground. I fix my stance and raise my leg to throw a kick at them, but when I look down it's Sam. "Oh, God, Sam, I am so sorry" I laugh awkwardly, offering her my hand, "I thought you might be Torry, or Kyler or any of these other Cobra Kai assholes" I explain, even though from the look on her face she understood her mistake. Her nose was bleeding, but overall she looked fine. "No, I get that, I.. I am sorry I made you feel attacked" she replies as I pull her back on her feet. "So, what's up?" I ask her, and she looks at me with a strange emotion in her eye I can't quite figure out. "I, uh, I was just wondering. You do know Miguel is my boyfriend, right? There's nothing… nothing going on between the two if you?" She asks. I shake my head, "no, hell no, I'm just… part of the convocation" I say, hiding the sadness I feel about that, "and Besides his mom is dating my step-uncle, so that would kinda make us related, so it's super weird" I say, rumbling the first excuses I can think of. "Yeah, right, okay" sam smiles at me, "thanks for the talk, I need to take a right here, so, bye, (y/n), and once again, so sorry for scaring you" she says and walks away. I take the left turn and enter the class, taking my seat next to Hawk. "Guys, the weirdest thing just happen" I say, getting Hawks and Demetri's attention to tell them about the conversation I had with Sam.

"It's not that weird" Hawk says. "I mean, the way she just grabbed you is weird, i'll admit, but other than that, makes sense" Demetri agrees with Hawk. "Why? I mean, it is clear as day they are dating, why would she suspect I don't know that? Like, obviously I won't make a move on a taken guy" I sigh, desperately trying to convince them there was something off about the situation. "Look, you are a good looking girl, and you spend more time with Miguel than most of us, maybe she is a little jealous, she already lost Miguel once" Demetri explains. "Yeah, you're the girl best friends he swears she doesn't need to worry about" Yasmin joins in. I didn't even knew she was listening, tho I am not suprised. "I guess you're right" I sigh.

Class is finally over, and we all walk to the Cafeteria. "Turning on your own, (y/n)?" I hear Tory's voice. I turn to her. "What?" I ask her, and she laughs. "Don't act so innocent, it's fine, I am on your side. She deserved it, probably" Tory keeps talking, but I still don't know what the hell does she want. "I don't…" I start, but than it hits me as if someone slammed me on the ground accidentally. She is talking about my encounter with Sam earlier today. "Look, Tory, it was an accident. I only attacked cause I thought it might be you" I explain to her, even tho I don't owe her anything. "Really? Cause it's not what I just heard her tell Miguel" Tory says, and turned her back to me, walking away. "What? What the hell. Tory, hey, come back-" i call, but she ignores me. I can almost hear her little laugh, enjoining as things around her crumble. I hate that bitch, but she is not my biggest worry right now.

#cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz #miguel diaz cobra kai #cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai imagine

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from-stone-to-stone-au · 1 year

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I'M GONNA ASK THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION OF WHAT DOES MACAQUE THINK OF THIS?

DOES HE SOMEHOW AT LEAST BE AWARE OF WUKONG'S SITUATION?

CAN HE HEAR HIM? CUZ HE IS THE SIX-EARED MACAQUE

WHAT ABOUT WUKONG'S PAST ENEMIES LIKE DEMON BULL KING AND LADY BONE DEMON?

ALSO FINAL QUESTION DOES MK AT LEAST GET A LITTLE BIT OF A BREAK CUZ HE REALLY NEED IT

I'M PICTURING THAT IT WILL BE A TAD EASIER TO DEAL WITH STUFF CUZ NOW MONKEY KING IS LITERALLY RIGHT BY HIS SIDE NOW

Straight to the point I see.

I'll write a little oneshot about this in the near future.

Damn this is gonna be long

I already have an idea about how Macaque finds out about Wukong's whole situation.

He originally thinks that Wukong was just hiding up in his little mountain, not bothering to see mortals like the arrogant little shit that he is, and just leaves his successor to do whatever which was super irresponsible (which was to be expected of the great king)

His first meeting with MK stays the same but with how Wukong is attached to the staff and to MK, the kid approached Macaque knowing he's not actually Monkey King.

He's just basing on Wukong's wide eyed expression that him and Macaque were friends and the shock of him saying that threw both monkeys in a loop. The shadow monkey just went with it at this point. MK goes on in a tangent that he wants Macaque to teach him this super cool move but Wukong told him no, that the shadowy demon from before was puppeteered by Macaque and he was only going to get tricked.

MK reasoned that at least he can try and make it up to his friend by having his successor hang out with him. Wukong still denied his request until MK, in his anger so don't blame him, says that at least Macaque would be physically there to teach him.

It honestly hurt Wukong's feelinsg and since he is petty he retreats back into the staff leaving MK with the whole: "I don't teach you things you don't need."

This whole mess was a thing MK needs to learn and as much as Wukong doesn't want MK to be around Macaque, there's virtually nothing he can do to stop it, well he can try but he has to watch Macaque train MK and he doesn't want to see that.

Push comes to shove when he gets ejected from the staff and sees MK pinned under it with Macaque right at his face.

Over protective instincts ignited and

BOOM

MK possessed by the Monkey Kid went off on Macaque, who grins, laughing as he finally got the King out of his little palace.

Then after the big bad fight Macaque witnessed a burst of golden smoke and Monkey King was gone, replaced by a very exhausted MK.

"Stay away..."

Wukong would whisper to him.

Macaque then realizes that the great sage was gone. Maybe dead even. So he left.

Demon Bull King also assumed that Wukong was still alive despite not seeing him, he thinks Wukong is just a coward trying to run away from his mistakes and consequences by passing it on to some poor kid.

As for the Lady Bone Demon arc I'm still trying to figure it out since Wukong can't exactly go on a vacation with him being "dead", I do plan on making Wukong be there to train MK with everything he learns in season 2 and dropping the bomb about LBD early on when MK finds out since he doesn't have a choice in the matter, he can't hide things forever.

He will have to bring MK to the celestial realm to talk with Nezha about the map to the Samadhi fire at some point, but there won't be that much of a fight.

MK doesn't get a break persay... He does get to spend more time with Monkey King, not like the sage had any other choice lmaoo

#lego monkie kid au #lmk from stone to stone au #lmk fsts au #fsts ask

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rescuefield-a · 1 year

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Is Neil really that bad for Claire tho?

i... can't tell if this is a crack ask or not lmao so i will give a few reasons anyway:

- first of all neil is even older than chris, and even though he and claire both in their 30s we can assume that neil has been leading the ngo for a whole lot longer than 2011 ( he moved after fbc was disbanded so he was around at least since 2004-2005 ) and had a very unprofessional relationship with claire specifically. i think lure her closer to him was always part of the plan but at some point it was just a somewhat real relationship kept hush from HR ( claire never says he's her boyfriend in front of any of the other terrasave members for instance, but every now and then she says stuff that earn some bombastic side eyes AT IT SHOULD )

- claire undermines his leadership in so many ways and while he never speaks on it he seems kinda annoyed. he pulls her aside in a corner to ask if she has any information on stuff he knows nothing about even though he's the leader of the organization and should have direct contact with washington. even on sejm island with all his little obstacles and shit, claire always comes through and rises above. the fact that he thought he could make deals with alex wesker and walk away with no repercussion already says everything about he's not as cut to be a leader as the people at terrasave thought and the other organizations probably caught on that too

- in the hq party scene claire looks slightly exhausted and miserable, and sure it might just be that the years of fighting are catching up on her but considering her last appearance before this whole ordeal is supposedly infinite darkness, the contrast is so stark. i might be biased on this but i will still blame it on neil lmao

- neil has ALWAYS done weird shit that people let slide in favour of keeping him as their leader. claire herself says that sometimes she doesn't understand him and what he does but he's just like that so yeah, which is bullshit excuse for her pretending not to see all the red flags leading to his betrayal. her judgement was clouded by many factors but ultimately being as close as they were, the fact that she never thought to investigate on him is disappointing ( for her ). at least considering her dating record, you know

- as far as affection and love go, at the end of the day neil was okay with claire dying on that island. or maybe he thought natalia wouldn't have worked and she would have been next. that rises a point of what would have happened next like, was he going to use uroboros and live forever with claire AND alex? he miscalculated everything clearly. the only moment he showed an ounce of affection to her when he tried to reach for her face while transforming just to shove her away ( a direct parallel to CV though steve did it better in my opinion )

- he proves to not know her at all by suggesting for them to rule together while turning into a BOW. claire had already checked out of their relationship the moment she saw alex infect him "as punishment", and after that things only got worse. he tried to kill moira which like, is also a big no no to claire for obvious reasons. claire is not power hungry, and fighting bioterrorism with BOWs is just not something she's interested in. her i love you to death switch apparently turns off so fast when she's not met with the idea of the relationship that lives in her head, we've seen it happen before so again it was naive of neil to even suggest that since she basically almost ended a years long friendship for similar reasons ( but that's a whole other story i think i have given enough reasons lol )

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Caution this may be unhealthily long.😋

How would he make her eat???? What other ways does he have??😏😏

The only person hotter than loki is loki in a suit (or nakey maybe) so her argument is just stupid and she's stupid. I have feeling she's slept with the guys Y/n slept with as she claims them "hotter than him"😒. Has she slept with Steve too??

I don't think she should've eaten pasta right after not eating for so long😥.

Sameera did him bad huh, did Thor do something in that area to make it worse??

They're being so cuteee. You can get me to love anything.🙃🙃

I have a poison bottle with Steve's name on it😌. How about you suck that face in before I punch it and push it in instead. Sick bastard.

Did she get herself attacked? Did Steve do it??Whatt is happening???? Ooh I'm invested now!!

And yes loki hug her. Hug all her problems away. It's so sweet it hurts 🥹.

Her mother just makes me think if loki didn't show up she'd probably have the same fate. I hate her father and yet somehow steve is still worse (I think).

Sad thing is that media thing is very accurate. Media treats celebrities like stories instead of people with feelings. Their misery is a way to make some extra bucks. And people call that having a work ethic in that business honestly it just lack of humanity when it comes to someone they assume is doing good.

Loki can do as much cooking as I can 😌. Boil water. They both do know what they're doing tho, right?

What did thor do with his wife this time!!??? I have a feeling again😅.

Wow Bucky has no personality of his own does he? Why does he love his job to this level? Does he not have enough brain cells for being able to find any other one ?🙂

They're getting some hand action in the car😏😏I love that he calls her darling now. The journey of ma'am to darling is just 🤯.

He's feeding her everyday 🥺. Every time he wants to keep his distant but can't is because he doesn't wanna be another man to hurt her. Was that line in BMUBMD too??

People like Katlyn are the reason people probably assume y/n is like that. Call her a slut, she probably is. (I hate that word but when it fits, it fits)

Now she wants to sleep with loki. Why am I not surprised, seriously what is wrong with people?

They're actually bullying her about being a chubby kid. That's healthy you sick fucks. I hate them sooo much.Imma kill her father too exsqueeze me.

They just give her loki😒. What is he another dress? Loki please say no to her advances somehow. Damn she's a bitch for no reason, isn't she?

How is a granola bar unhealthy 😑. They're dumb too.

Yes she shall eat atleast three meals a day. And maybe snacks sometimes. She's healthy and that's all that matters. Loki is an angel. So he should just take her out of this hellhole. Or I'll say the winter soldier words to bucky and make him kill everyone or these bitches. (Yes a very despicable thing to do but I'm mad) she's beautiful and she should feel like that.

Yay he's gonna protect her for the rest of her life. Look at him making plans with her forever 😁. You've got me hooked again.

I read it all in just a day. There is no patience in my personality. What am I gonna do now??😩😩

I tried to keep it short these are all the necessary points I had to say. And I wrote this in intervals so if any of it doesn't make sense pardon me.😅

I've yet to read the requests so I have that atleast. I had so much fun binge reading your stuff. I don't think I've ever read it in a binge before except when I was re-reading it but that's different. Your stories just hit different either way. But as a binge reader this was such a fun experience. I'm willing to wait just to have this again. Thank u this was loads of fun!! ❤

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Ahhh I love this so much. And even if I try I won't be able to answer to every point 😭 but thank you so much I'm so glad you got to binge read and enjoyed💚

She probably couldn't have gone like this forever, arrival of Loki is breathing new life into her and he's trying to help her get back to living in a healthy manner. He hates watching her suffer like this.

I think he knows more about cooking but he didn't want to embarass her when she admitted that she couldn't even boil water 🤣

And yes that line was definitely in BMUBMD.

I also based reader's physicality on myself so it feels deeply personal to write this one.

Yesss Katlyn she's your typical bitch rich kid, that's how he assumed y/n to be when he met her but obviously that's not the case 👀

EVERYONE WANTS TO FUCK LOKI THAT SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISING 🤣🤣

Bucky gets paid well for all the venom he spews, he wants to be in Steve's good books and he knows Steve hates y/n so that makes him hate her.

Hope you'll enjoy the rest of the story.thank you 💚💚

#asks #🧁anon #the bodyguard

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Nagumo is prolly the big bad of the series as I just can't digest Asaki as final villain. Nagumo is harbouring a fugitive (Yotsumura) and has turned him into his slave, not to mention he keeps Kindaka suspended in life all these years, and now he don't plan to tell the upper echelon of X's bombing plan. It's unfathomable how he's putting his message across like he don't care if thousands of civilians die in the exhibition as long as X is finished. That's nuts man.

I was telling another anon that Nagumo was on my sus list since forever but now the suspicion has tremendously decreased. The final big bad of the series imo is Sei Asaki -whom I don’t think would die easily. Now I'll break down all the points you've listed so you can try see the possible good/advantage behind his actions which I've spent some time analysing & theorizing. It's not perfect thou, sorry in advance.

1] Nagumo harbouring Yotsumura, a supposed "dead man". -> We know that Yotsumura was a big deal as he was the former JAA Chairman's right-hand man. And no matter which era (lol), someone in the JAA wants Yotsumura dead. In the past, Kei told Asaki that he'd get rid of Kindaka so that those in the way of him becoming chairman are eliminated. Soichi tells us that in the event that he dies, either Yotsumura or Asaki will become the next Chairman. That's why Yotsumura was framed for Soichi's assassination. Yotsumura knew he was set up, he probably has all the suspicions on Asaki but at that time nobody would bother to listen to his story. And years later Shishiba got tasked to finish the job again & once more, Yotsumura didn't die. If this reaches Asaki's ears, bro would be mad af & again send someone to hunt Yotsumura's head simply because Yotsumura knew the truth behind Asaki's rise to chairmanship. And so does Slur too. Asaki doesn't wanna get exposed cuz maybe he knows there should be people who'd be after his head for all his misdeeds. Does Nagumo know abt this? I belive he does maybe not everything but most of the stuff. I bet he knew of JAA's corruption over the years but he's gathering evidence & waiting for the right time to take action. For now as we see things, Nagumo is just using Yotsumura to investigate Rion's death -which I'm very certain it's linked to Asaki. Perhaps it's just Rion's mysterious death that he couldn't get info on, or he needs confirmation on the assumptions he have, which is why he decides to capture Yotsumura. Speaking of this yknow I think he had the gut feeling that Shishiba won't kill Yotsumura again & he was actually spying their battle from far otherwise how would he know where Yotsumura was.

2] Nagumo keeps Kindaka suspended since eight/nine years ago. -> As he says, Kindaka was an "important witness to Uzuki's disappearance". He didn't elaborate but I'm sure he means several things and not only "Uzuki's disappearance". Nagumo wasn't present precisely at the time when Kindaka got hurt and I think he'd want Kindaka's testimony about everything that he could try to get an answer out of -whether Uzuki actually hurt him on that day, what actually happened between them, if Kindaka knew or suspected that the JAA spy was Uzuki, whether Kindaka knew of anyone in the higher-ups who may have ordered Rion's death or instructed Uzuki to kill Rion, if the bodyguard mission was actually a set-up for somethin else, is Kindaka actually in on some JAA secrets, etc. Idk if Kindaka will still be able to talk but i assume he can or maybe he'll just nod/shake his head to answer..?

3] Nagumo keeps Slur's bombing plan a secret from the higher-ups. -> Yea he doesn't want them to cancel the whole thing cuz then he wouldn't be able to capture (or kill🥲) Slur. I'm still unsure abt the beef he has against Slur apart from he was simping bad for Rion and he was just jelly that she took off with Slur bby (lol) but I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that he will capture Slur instead of offing him. He wants answers and while Yotsumura is tasked to find them, Slur is like the best person to get a straight answer out of so why kill him..? I mean he can t0rture Slur to get the truth 😅 he can even find out the reason why Slur wants to kill Asaki & why he hates the JAA so much. I'm expecting a plot twist where Nagumo won't kill Slur cuz he wants every single truth -from their JCC days mission & the spy stuff, the mysteries of the dissapearances & deaths & how Slur managed to survive (how he becomes Rion too), etc. And frankly speaking I bet Nagumo alr knew ALMOST everything, including that Uzuki was the JAA mole in the JCC days arc but he probably just wants to hear it first-hand from the man himself cuz like I said, I'm dead set on Nagumo capturing Slur instead of offing him.

4] Nagumo doesn't care if thousands of civilians die in the exhibition as long as X is finished. -> The bigger picture is that if Slur is not dealt with, he will continue to kill MORE innocent civilians.. Idk what Nagumo's ideals are but from how he worded it, he'd rather sacrifice a thousand to catch a criminal so that the deaths of even more thousands of innocents can be prevented. Nagumo & Shishiba know that Slur's bombing plan is only set for the day Asaki comes to the exhibit. Measures are in place & I'm sure he's confident in his fellow ORDER members and Sakamoto too, maybe, that they'll do their best to handle the situation and not let the bomb go off. Surely they aren't gonna sit around & do nothing & let everyone die there 😂 it's also possible that Nagumo has other plans of his own like maybe he wants Slur to rly make an appearance in front of Asaki & witness their confrontation himself? Or maybe wheel Kindaka in w his life support system & why not throw Yotsumura into the mix too & then let everyone get a piece of Asaki?

All this aside, there is possibility that there are two sides to the JAA right now. Maybe there exists a "Resistance" group which Nagumo is the sole member or the leader & they're operating in secret to uncover the hidden secrets of the corrupt JAA in the midst of all the chaos, before they can take the next course of actions to do what Slur also aims to do: reform the assassin world/bring about a new ORDER.

Anyway sorry for the longass reply I hope I helped in some way. If anyone has other things to add on, feel free to input your comments below :)

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You've mentioned it a lot, but did you ever explain how Felix ends up owning a bar in your canon? I'm curious :)

SO. for starters i just got off work and am typing this while trying to eat in the 45-65 minute span i'm gonna have between 'eat food, take meds' and 'pass the fuck out', if anything is disjointed that's why

but anyway so

it comes initially from me being like. what the fuck would felix even DO anyway, because he's absolutely not the 'sit at home all day doing nothing every day even if he has a good reason (the new disabilities)' type.

when he gets medically cleared, and by that i mean his doctors are like 'congrats you don't have to come here multiple times a month, see you in six months' as well as being informed he's basically back to as 'normal' a level as they can get him, it kind of. begins snowballing a little, into a place i don't like.

i joke about 'heehee, soup' but luck, the armor lock, and his armor itself are the only reasons he lived. and that living still involved a 6 week medically induced coma, and another month actually IN the hospital before they sent him home.

and they didn't want to send him home, they wanted to send him to an SNF for more-involved therapy and he just straight up refused and fucked off AMA with my promise to his team i would at least do what i could, which would damn sure be better than whatever he'd do alone.

so by the time we roll around to him being at a point of getting antsy and wanting to do something with himself, it's been a while since chorus. he still thinks that despite everything, things ain't as bad as it could be, he's worked his way back, he just has to brush off the rust and get back to it.

and then while he's learning to shoot again, because yes, in addition to having to learn how walk and get dressed and hold a fucking toothbrush again, he had to learn how to use a fucking gun, he realizes that like...........

maybe he's not getting back to anything.

he needs a (mostly) permanent stiff brace on his knee, and will forever. if he's planning on using his fucking leg for longer than an hour, he's got to have it. stiff ones aren't like the little sleeves you slip on and can hide under a pant leg, and i imagine even in the far-future canon, there's not that many changes made to 'em. you don't redesign something that works, right?

he gets to a point where he finds out he's also going to need to need a moderate dose of painkillers basically forever, and all of the issues keeping them legally comes with, because having your bones put back together and a lot of them replaced with fucking metal might keep you from being paralyzed but it's gonna hurt.

when he's learning to shoot again, he finds a new problem. his doctors had mentioned at one point it could be an issue, but because it hadn't been, he jumped to assuming that meant it wouldn't be, and the problem is that repeated motions put too much stress on the joints and the tendons in his hands and arms and the end result is a tremor.

you can't fucking shoot if you can't hold a gun still, and keeping his hands in the same positions while target shooting are enough to make the tremor act up after a bit. the same with trying to use knives.

and so we slip back into a second period of turmoil, because this is somehow like when we came home the first time, after reach, but also it's not. it's not the same at all, and he says that at least that time everything was actually fine.

it was fine because he could just pick back up with whatever he wanted but he can't do that now because he's spent too long only being good at one fucking thing and now he can't fucking do that fucking thing

"so what the FUCK am i supposed to do until i fucking die, since you and sam couldn't leave it alone on chorus?!"

it's probably, maybe, the first time since the whole thing that i actually step away and go stay with @dadbodsandbots and sam for a bit. (depending on the timeline, and i still haven't nailed down the details bc i would end up hyperfixating on the medical side of it wrt his recovery, but, mason might be a baby now??)

i leave not because i don't care but because i don't know what to do, or say. i'm not going to give him false positives just to keep the good vibes, and i'm not going to remotely imply he doesn't deserve to be angry and maybe losing a little bit (more?) of his mind about it, but from my perspective it's like

he did it to him fucking self.

this whole thing is just him, finally, for once, actually experiencing the consequences of his own goddamn bullshit, and while i'm not cruel enough to tell him that, i don't think i need too. i think he knows. he knows, and that's part of what makes him so goddamn mad about it.

i think maybe he shows up after a couple days, having at least asked sam if it was okay first before showing up, and it ends up being the first time the four of us are actually around each other.

we've seen each other, a little. sam stopped by once, not long after felix was up and walking again at home, and i could do a whole fucking post just about THAT from sam's perspective tbh. (POV: you feel the need to check in on your former partners/friends despite everything and you've had this mental image built up in your brain for a very, very, long time about the one that was basically gaslighting and emotionally abusing you where he's a looming threatening monster that twisted you into becoming the same and then he answers the door on fucking crutches with one leg still mostly held up with visible fucking braces and rods attached down the outside of it, and while the man was never Jacked in his build he looks so fucking gaunt that if someone said he was a walking corpse you wouldn't doubt it. your world view is thrown ass over end, for the second time within as many years.)

i think it's the first time sam begins to ponder the fact that again, despite everything, the four of us are also the only other people in the whole fucking galaxy that know exactly what happened and why we all ended up the way we did and where we did and how, and that for whatever that may be worth,

it's got to be worth something.

i think when we come back home again after that, felix has had time to stew in his anger after i left, and then chew on his anger coming after me, and then finally let it abate enough to see what it left behind while we're there.

and he says, "what the fuck do normal people even do for jobs, anyway?"

we're not hurting for money or anything. my penchant for never spending more than we needed to, his penchant for always finding new ways to add to the checks, and both of us likely having maybe-dubiously-legal investments over the years means that technically we're fine.

it's not about the money, which is something else that feels weird for him, when so much was for so long, but it's looped back to what i opened with: felix isn't the 'sit around at home all day and do nothing' type.

i end up being the one spouting off bartending. one of the things for combating the nerve issues and the tremors is actually walking the fine line of retraining his fine-motor control without over-exerting it. when we empty out the storage locker we've been paying on for well over a decade, he finds his old guitar and picks up playing again.

his doctor comments that it's a really good idea, actually, so good he's bummed he didn't think of it himself, because of guitar playing involving dexterity and use of the hands without them being stuck in the same positions for too long.

it sounds silly, but he picks up a bit of juggling, too. not like, circus level shit, but just the repeated motions of throwing things and tracking them and catching them and rinsing and repeating.

basically he ends up doing a lot of mostly-mindless stuff that involves keeping his hands and arms in use, with bonus points being anything he can kind of do while doing something else. (if you're like, omg does felix have fidget spinners the answer is no, but he does have other stim toys, but also, if you call them that he will throw it at you, tremors be damned.)

and so i'm like.

bartending.

you can still be around people and shit talk them, it'll be a good environment that isn't something lifeless and soul sucking, you'll get ample use of your hands, and as an added treat, "you get to control people when you tell them no more booze."

"and if they get mad about it, i might still get to stab people sometimes, too," he adds, cheerfully.

he ends up just working in some little dive when none of the clubs in the area hire him. we can't like, outright accuse anyone with no proof but we're pretty sure it's because the clubs are run by snobs that would rather close down early every night for lack of staff than have a bartender with a leg brace.

the owner of the dive is probably some ex UNSC guy himself, the type that doesn't think it's something to hide while not making it everyone else's business. the type of guy that can tell felix's made-up timeline and events he gives for how he got injured ain't really jiving, but thinks at the end of the day that a man's business is his own and he doesn't owe anyone explanations about it.

i think the bar has a high turnover because lots of people get hired thinking it's going to be something other than what it is, and they think the owner is a dick (he's just old, gruff, and low on patience) and felix is one of the few people that sticks it out. i think he has a relationship with The Owner based on friendly animosity.

("you have me closing alone every night leading up to memorial day, are you a fucking sadist? are you trying to fucking kill me?"

"we're already dyin' a day at a time kid."

"well, can you please do yours faster so i can piss on your grave and find a new job?" )

it means that after a handful years, when The Owner is packing it in and retiring, before he sells the building to a realtor, he asks felix if he'd be interested in buying the bar.

claims that the realtor just wants to bulldoze the building to put in condos, and he'd rather die in the bar in the middle of a shift than let that happen, but then he offers felix a lower price than what he'd get for the condos, and felix can't help but feel that's by design.

so he says fuck it, why not? might be nice ~*~*being his own boss~*~*~ again.

#txt.txt #but also #others: samcat #should i expand on The Owner and give him like a name or something?#probably.#do i want to given How I Am About Gruff Old Men? no #but also: he's the anti-sarge in the fact that he's not full of insanity and smooth brains like sarge is #they'd still weirdly probably get along though? in the sense that sarge would go on a rant about something #and The Owner is shooting the shit along with him and then as soon as he walks away he's telling felix like #'that guys fucking insane and an idiot i understand why you wanted to kill him'#ship: save me some sunshine

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rayofsunas · 3 years

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otherworldly! s/o

A/n: happy monday! I woke up at 7am and since then I've been grinding out assignments/classes and now this, so I actually feel productive even though I've been staring at my computer for a while. but thank you for requesting anon! I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! <33 also to understand this more, I'd like to point out that this connects to the speculation Genshin and Honkai are alternate universes of one another. so for example, Scaramouche is a harbinger from his time, but he may have been a warlord in a different, with a completely different name (keeping his appearance ofc) hope that makes sense. so if you've paid attention to what I've been saying about Scara and his mini-series, etc. you'll understand what I mean in Scara's lol. his reader insert is fem for the same reason as above btw!

Summary: otherworldly! s/o who arrived as a fallen meteor, that can bring back plants to life/heal deep wounds/scars and resurrect people.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, alternate realities/time traveler au! (reader is not the traveler), death/resurrection

Word count: 1.7k

Albedo

you don't have a vision like some people in Teyvat, because you're not from there; you're from a whole different world itself. instead, you have healing abilities that allow you to any energy you absorb in the form of food/sunlight, and you can use that energy to heal others. though, the healing can only go as far as healing minor injuries such as shallow cuts, scratches, or smoothing out scars. the same can work if you were to heal yourself.

Albedo is so intrigued when he finds you passed out in the pit of a meteor, half of your body hanging out while the other is awkwardly still in it

one, because who is this stranger in a meteor for crying out loud

and two, he notices your wounds on your arms are healing by themselves, slowly though

as someone who studies alchemy, life forms, and such, he's very intrigued that you're able to heal yourself without medicine, and he wonders if you can do the same to others

so he takes you to his lab, and runs a few tests

yes, you're still passed out when this happens, but he's just so curious and couldn't hold back

don't worry though, he's just drawing some blood and testing to see what you can do, because who knows, you may not even speak his language and won't be able to communicate with him (doesn't make a difference Albedo, you need COnSENT-)

so, just for science, he cuts the palm of his hand a little and decides to see if you can heal him

it doesn't take him long to notice the way the tips of your fingers are glowing a light greenish-yellow, so he immediately assumes that's the source of your powers and places a finger on his palm

it takes a second before anything happens, but eventually his cut starts to slowly close

once again he's even more shocked and intrigued

you have the natural ability and he's never come across someone with so much raw strength being able to do that

so you're right up his alley

when you wake up you're confused as hell (obviously) but thankfully, you can speak his language and are able to share your story

Albedo decides to make a deal with you

he'll help you get home if you can educate him more about your ability and your homeland. you agree

it works out perfectly, because you both have something the other needs/can do for the other (you have your power that he's interested in, and he's found a way for you to return home)

it's also easy to work together because of those same common interests, and it helps that he studies alchemy cause he's way more knowledgeable about you and the process can go a tiny bit quicker for you if you wish to return home sooner

at first you're merely friends, co-workers if you wish

but then he starts falling for you and vice versa

you both genuinely enjoy each others company, so you decide to stay in Teyvat a little while longer, even after he finds a way for you to go home

I wouldn't put it past Albedo to want to return to your world if you allow it

he'd be interested in this new or not so new world ;)

Xiao

you're like the traveler in a sense, where as soon as you climbed out of the meteor, you felt this connection to Teyvat and your vision randomly appeared. you have a dendro vision, something you learned was a rarity within liyue and mondstadt. along with that vision, you had the previous ability to grow/heal plants. you can bring back dead plants, though if they've been dead for a very long time, that's beyond your ability. they also can't be brought back if they've been badly burned.

Xiao may not be interested at first about what vision you have or even where you came from + why the hell you climbed out of a meteor

he's more interested in getting you home so you can stop asking questions about his own abilities/vision and odd, unfamiliar, but beautiful world

but boy when he catches you bringing back a wilted Glaze Lily?!? shook

he secretly thinks you're so cool and it piques his interest

he's never seen anyone do this before, and though his eyes were deceiving him when he first saw the lily spring to life again

but then when he catches you healing more plants, on your way to Liyue to hopefully find Zhongli for answers, he's so interested

he doesn't ask a crapload of questions, BUT he's going to ask at least one or two

"how're you doing that?"

"what are you?

the questions are kind of vague and require more in-depth explanations than he'd originally hoped, but he's surprisingly willing to listen to your story on the way to the harbor

after he learns your story and calls for Zhongli, he'll immediately leave and claim he has no further interests in you

but he's obviously lying

he finds as he's sitting on top of one the smaller mountains one night, looking down at the glowing Liyue town, he has more questions

way more questions

surprising Zhongli, Xiao shows appears when he's showing you around and getting you accustomed to the people/culture

he finds himself hoving behind you, shyly almost, never asking questions (at least not in Zhongli's presence

his reason for standing behind you is to protect you from any harm, so that way, when he decides to ask you more questions, you'll be there for him to do so and not dead or lost

when you tell Zhongli you'd wish to stay in Teyvat, specifically Liyue, Xiao is happy ngl

he can ask you questions and now that you're somewhat used to Liyue, having been here for four months already and planning to stay forever, he can catch you alone and ask questions without Zhongli hovering or acting as your tour guide lol

slowly, and I mean sluggishly slow, he's going to ask you more questions and he may, emphasis on may, tell you his own story

Scaramouche

you're from an alternate reality of Teyvat, a former doctor in your world. basically, Teyvat hundreds of years in the future. you've studied the human body to become a doctor obviously and you used to be able to bring back the dead using your bare hands. it didn't matter how far back ago they've died, as long as their full-body was still intact (full skeleton needed). though, the further back they died, the more energy you'd use, and if you run out of energy too soon, you couldn't bring them back. but now in this strange land, you can't. in exchange for your powers being lost, you're given an electro vision.

Scaramouche is tasked with finding out more about these odd meteors that keep appearing in various corners of Teyvat

and one very large one

he doesn't care who you are, what you are, what your excuse for being in Teyvat is, but he's been ordered to explore the fallen meteor and since you happened to be passed out inside it upon further exploration, you're part of the mystery he's been told to check out

and, it doesn't further help your situation that you landed in Snezhnaya, in the weirdest, not-so-warm clothing AND he finds you attractive (yes, you heard it here folks), plus you're going to catch hypothermia out here dressed like that

it would suck for a pretty girl such as yourself to be frozen to death

so Scaramouche decides to take you to the Tsaritsa, who leaves you in Scaramouche's care since he found you

she says he can do whatever he wants you, dispose of you, etc.

when you finally come too in an odd room on a couch in front of a fireplace, you're confused, cold as hell despite the flames, and when you see his face, you're immediately angered, which he finds odd

it's almost as if you recognize him... but he doesn't recognize you so he's confused as well

"what're you doing here?"

bold of you, he thinks. to question him with that tone as if you have authority here, over him

"watch yourself. I was going to ask you the same."

you don't seem too pleased with him though

"we agreed to never speak again, or so I thought..."

"are you stupid or are you just playing the stupid card to be released?" he'd say

though as soon as you burst and yell at him about a situation he's not familiar with, he's starting to understand a bit more

you're not from here, not anywhere in Teyvat at least, and by the way you're talking to him as if you know him, he assumed correctly that you're from an alternate reality, where he's also present

though despite his correct assumption, he demands answers and you cannot be allowed any kind of freedom until he gets them

you tell him your story and how in your world, a version of himself exists and that you were briefly married, though split because he was too much of a control/power freak for you and your daughter

he disagrees with the last part about him being a control/power freak ofc but

he decides he'll keep you around, against your wishes

one, because you can become useful if your resurrection abilities are awoken; you'd be able to save many fallen Fatui soldiers, with more training so you don't run out of energy ofc

and two, he doesn't think his other self would miss you very much if you're both on bad terms, he sure would miss such a pretty face if you were to leave though, that's for sure...

so, he's going to keep you around, so he can help train/get used to your electro vision. it works best that way since he has the same vision and can train you more efficiently (I think Scara has electro powers, just an assumption!)

he will also hopefully be able to awaken your resurrection abilities and if you can't, well then sorry you're disposable

overtime, all the Harbingers tease him about his little crush and he either denies it or strongly provokes it cause his ego is through his fucking hat

exhibit a. literally doesn't care that he's caught by childe staring at you train and will say something like, "and? you're just jealous she's not interested in you like she is me."

exhibit b. will throw a fit if someone accuses him and says he has, "no room for crushes or love." even if he was somewhat capable of it in your world...

3.22.21, rayofsunas

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lily-radiance · 2 years

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Disgusting Disarray:

Chapter 4

Sangwoo Oh x Police Female Reader

Fem reader, Suggestive content, implied emotional and physical abuse, attempted SA and suicidal tendencies. Mentions of possible sexuality discovery meaning the reader isn't straight and is experimenting

IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AT ANY TIME BY THE TAGS OR CONTENT DO NOT CONTINUE. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY TAGS PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE.

"(l/n) this is serious, you need to stay here-"

"I don't understand why I'm needed here! After all you seemed perfectly happy to kick me out of my own office a few weeks ago!"

You're trying to get out of the department as soon as possible, not wanting to cause any suspicion. You swerve past several other officers and civilians, looking for the nearest exit.

"I'm trying to talk to you about this because it concerns your safety!"

You both notice the wandering eyes of people land on your conversation, trying unsuccessfully to eavesdrop discreetly. You recognize some of the faces as family and friends of past victims, some pleading for any new information.

"My safety is not the issue, but those people crying in this very building, are the ones you need to protect.", You lower your voice to a whisper.

"Bad things change people, they change good people who don't deserve what the world gave them. Protect those people so they don't change."

You push past him to your own desk, glancing at the paperwork that hadn't been filled out weeks prior. The folders had creased as an affect of them being opened so many times, sporadic notebook pages filled with bullet points and smeared ink.

But something's different, something's new to your notes. A suspect list, and a few motives listed:

Sangwoo Oh

- friend/lover

- aggressive

- Confident

- military background

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You had to stare at the paper for what felt like a lifetime before looking up at the detective getting you unraveled.

"I don't know where you get the nerve to go behind my back and then suggest that my-that he could do this."

"C'mon you know he fits the description perfectly no matter what you think! I get you love this guy but-"

"What facts? Your assumptions about someone you don't even know just because his personality fits some description you made out of thin air! Do you have DNA, or a photograph, or anything remotely real for me to go along with this charade?"

You have stopped listening to his argument, instead stacking the various case folders and taking them under your arm. You hope that getting these out of the station will give you some peace of mind even though you know there are probably copies.

"You can't ignore the facts forever (y/n)."

He can tell you're getting angry and defensive by the way you counter every possible idea. He'd seen reports and heard stories of how passionate you could get in the line of work but it was nothing like this. He was beginning to see the anger falling away and how there was a quiver to your voice as you continued the interrogation.

"The point is we've seen this all before, families believing their brothers or sons are nothing but angels that actually turn to be vicious killers. You need to see this from an objective point of view or else you will end up injured or worse."

The encounter has ended finally, for at least one day, but it gives you new worries. You try to keep your mind intact as you run through all the evidence over and over again.

Unbeknownst to you, Yura has heard the important pieces of the conversation, and has a couple ideas of her own. Her ideas have no detailed plans but rather the sole goal of keeping you from what she can only assume to be the enemy.

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"Hey I need to borrow your lighter really quick."

Your friend almost does a doubletake as he hears those words, reluctantly taking out the mechanism from his pocket.

"Committing arson already? Damn I thought you were the good girl."

You roll your eyes at the absurd comment, focusing on the files in hand. There's a hesitance in your movements, nervous to actually be destroying what Seungbae considers valuable information.

The manilla folder crinkles as the flame eats its' way through the papers. The smoke begins to hit your nose, making you turn your head for a small time. Once the flame begins to grow it's easy for you to step on the kindling, grinding your heel against what's left.

"If I quit what would I do? No job has ever made me feel more overjoyed but at the same time, I think it's killing me. That body was no longer recognizable, it was practically decimated by the time they found the pieces, and the wounds..."

He places a hand on the small of your back, but knows he's made a foul move when you flinch from his grasp.

He knows he didn't touch a bruise or a cut, but rather the memory of nothing but pain and fear. You're lost within the bounds of your imagination, the world too far away to touch.

"Hey, look at me, right now (y/n)."

He's trying to get your attention, to pull you back to a place you know like the back of your hand. He wants to pull you into his arms and stop your muttering.

"Sang, you wouldn't lie to me right? I don't know who I can trust anymore and I need you to promise me this one thing."

You feel so far away from him, as though he can never reach you just when he can feel his fingertips on your shoulder.

He doesn't understand why he can't bring himself to hurt you, why you are his biggest concern at the moment. Why are his emotions coming back so strongly? Why does the pain feel so real?

He hasn't felt these emotions in years, not since he was a child, not since his bastard of a father had threatened him and beaten him. He was no father, and Sangwoo was no one's son. No, he was considered the devil by the public.

But what was the devil but an angel who fell too far from the sun? Someone put in an unbearable position with no proper outlet?

So was he the angel who had been wrongfully treated and discarded by the world? Or was he the devil who played people like pawns in his game of chess?

The answer's quite simple if you consider what a human is; A creature with the opportunities to create and destroy at the flick of a wrist.

So for now he'd play the part of the beautiful angel all while hiding the devil inside.

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You didn't know why you were crying over a man you hated while in the arms of the man you loved. He didn't understand it either, but still allowed you the access to relief and a shower.

Like previously stated the water would be freezing at first but eventually, would get to a lukewarm condition. You could tell after a certain number of years that the water would never exactly get hot but on the edge of it. That was enough for you to know you were clean, and the feeling of the water temperature coming back to frigid.

You could hardly bare it to look at yourself in the foggy mirror, seeing splotches of blues and purples. They seemed to gather anywhere from your shoulders to your ribs, and somewhere along your hips. Sometimes they were randomly gathered on your thighs or legs, reminding you of the pain.

You could sit in this room forever if not for your friend laying on the couch in worry. You could get used to the muggy air, the way the towel stuck to your body that dripped water all along the tile floors.

You would stay in this bathroom if you could, closing your eyes and avoiding the mirror like your life depended on it. The idea to avoid gazing at those bruises sounded like a dream come true.

"Hey (y/n), you've been in there a while."

You couldn't bring yourself to respond, lost once again to the battle going through your mind.

He began to knock on the door repeatedly, trying desperately to get your attention.

"(y/n), I need you to open this door. If you don't I'm coming in there!"

Another wave of silence before the firm opening of the door. The urge to cover up immediately hits you, causing you to pull the towel over your exposed body.

"I was just about to get out! Give me a minute next time!"

Your excuses amount to nothing as he can't help but stare where your bare body was once in view. He wasn't flustered, not in the slightest as you turned your head to avoid his eyes.

"Does it hurt you? The bruises?"

Even seeing your reflection in the mirror is difficult, especially when he's standing next to you.

"It's in the past, so don't worry about it."

You're trying your best to get away from this conversation, but it seems that all the questions that arise are forbidden fruit. You can't remember the last time you actually talked about the mundane tasks that you had taken for granted.

"You've been in here longer than usual and when I opened the door you seemed completely oblivious. Now, you can barely look at me, so you can guarantee I'm worried about these small bruises of yours."

He's getting irritated with these encounters, more irritated than he should be. But doesn't he have the right? You wouldn't leave his side in highschool because of his past, so what was so wrong about his worry? Why did you feel the need to hide?

Funny could be used to describe this odd circumstance, but strange seemed a better word. He had known this pain, this guilt,this disgust, this self-hatred, but he couldn't understand it when it came from you. Why couldn't you just accept it? Why couldn't you openly be angry at these events?

Funny could be used, but it was no laughing matter. Hypocritical, possessive, judgemental, prejudice and ignorance better described these circumstances. He had told himself it was easy to get over these memories, and denied that he had any weakness whatsoever.

Was it that you reminded him of his past self? Of the child that could not fight back no matter the opportunities? Was it the fact that he could not explain his methods of peace because they weren't peaceful at all but rather repulsive and evil?

"Look in the mirror, (y/n)," but you didn't move an inch. In fact it seemed you strayed farther.

The feeling of his grasp on your chin towards the reflective surface made you squirm on instinct.

He wouldn't release you, not until you budged from your statuesque pose and gave in. Once you opened your eyes and saw the image it didn't feel real. It didn't feel real to be this close to him in such a weak position, nor for him to see you in such a sorry state.

"You are alive, and he is dead in a morgue where he can't touch your body ever again. You are safe, safe right here where he can't get you."

You glanced away once more, a tremble in your figure as you allowed yourself to lean into him.

He let out a sigh before bending down to look underneath the sink and inside a cabinet, a grip still on your left wrist.

He didn't keep many actual weapons in his house, except for the bat and occasional kitchen knife. So when you saw him pull a pocket knife from the storage, you jolted slightly.

When he saw you flinch he dropped your wrist promptly, indicating you were not his target.

"Sang, what the hell are you doing?"

He outstretched his left arm, forearm facing the ceiling and fist clenched softly.

He admitted it hurt a little more than he was expecting, but not enough to scare him from showing you.

The new incision had to be a couple inches long, but not too deep as to cause long lasting damage or a trip to the doctor.

"Now you're not the only one with a couple scars, huh?"

But you couldn't help but bring yourself to cover your mouth, eyes wide in petrification.

The blood continued to fall and travel along the length of his arm, the crimson liquid being smeared and forming droplets as he began to wash it off.

If seemed after looking at a certain number of dead victims you had lost your appetite and the ability to hold the contents of your stomach, as you quickly slammed open the toilet lid.

It seemed along with the loss of appetite came the loss of energy, and after that came the loss of self-control.

He now had a bandage around his injury, but it seemed as though the pain was non-existent as you were still stunned by the action.

You both now sat on the couch, pondering the words best suited for this conversation.

"Don't do that again, Sangwoo. I mean that this time. I can't be around always in your stead. I don't even think I'll stay in Korea that long..."

He perked up at that comment, noticing the suggestion that you might leave. An unbridled fear and sense of loss filling in his chest.

"It's not like you could just throw everything away and start all over instantly! I mean you can't just leave like that, it doesn't make sense!", He tried to refute these claims desperately.

"It makes perfect sense, especially after everything that's happened! There are real people dying out there from a monster, and you expect me to stay and act like it isn't my problem!"

He had to keep himself from actually yelling, instead raising his voice an octave and continuing.

"Exactly my point, it isn't your problem at all! You don't owe anything to these lowlife scumbags, and certainly not that asshole who nearly got away with that-"

A new perspective has been introduced to you, making your stomach twist.

"Scumbags, yeah? How can you not see that these are living people with families and lives to lead? You act like they have no meaning!"

Arrogance was getting the better of you two, making your words much darker.

"What I'm saying is that you're working yourself to death's door for a bunch of people you don't know! And then you want to go and leave Korea with no warning at all! Aren't you supposed to tell me what's going on with you? I put up with that guy for years and suddenly I'm no more than a roach in your grand adventure to save people!?"

You tense at his tone, well aware that you have been living in a dream for sometime.

"It's not like I'm doing this for kicks you know? I'm trying to do something decent with my life before something worse happens to someone I actually care about! You won't stop smoking even with the risks, you won't stop drinking because alcohol can't be that bad, and you can't even get through a day without picking a fight with Seungbae and-"

He's stopped glaring, and stopped fighting you because his personality is going to come through sooner or later. He can't think like this if he wants to stay hidden.

"And god forbid your conscience if anything happens to your trainwreck of a friend? Because you know I'm just gonna die someday don't you? Guess you and your buddies at that police station really are getting along? I bet you'll go back to Yura, or better yet Seungbae? They can offer stability and comfort where I'm just another delinquent with issues you can't cure!", He finishes his interpretation of the sentence for you.

He's getting unstable, not in his actions but his words. He's revealing too much of his mind for comfort and his wall is coming down fast. He can't lose you, not by his own idiotic statements, but they come like second nature.

When did his comforting words become poisoned razorblades? When did he become so paranoid of other relationships of yours? When did he care so much about your opinion?

Forever, forever and always. You'd become the one constant he had in this hellish place, in this vindictive world made of monsters.

"Do you have anything else you want to say, or is that it? Is your trust the only thing I've lost, or did I never have it to begin with? I guess I'm the idiot once again, right? Guess common decency isn't so common after all."

Your steps are quick as you escape through the front door, jacket hanging off your shoulders as you tug it on in a hurry.

"The one person I have left and he can't even stand me for a minute?"

Your thoughts are scrambled as you continue the walk throughout the empty streets, feeling nothing but a sense of abandonment.

You hadn't even grabbed your stuff, or your car keys, and only your phone and wallet resided in your pockets.

The sound of shoes skittering behind you was evident but your thoughts remained at the forefront of your mind.

"He had no right to say that, but he isn't entirely wrong either. Why do I have this job? I can't even save people, let alone him... Maybe If Seungbae took over-No! No I'll never let that ass get my job! I worked myself to exhaustion in the academy and damn him if he thinks I'll so easily put that aside! And screw Sang if he thinks I can't do it either! "

The sound of movement makes you turn your head reluctantly, slow and cautious.

This neighborhood had terrified you for years when you were a child and even a teenager. Some faces you remembered to avoid at the middle of the night, drug dealers and predators were a few in that list.

You'd advised your friend at every opportunity to move locations, but he would not listen to your worries. Instead he claimed that if any intruder or threat came, he could handle it, especially with a member of law enforcement in his side.

Yet, you had never felt more helpless because you didn't have a weapon besides pepper spray and maybe a ballpoint pen in your jacket.

You'd remembered how Sangwoo would sling an arm over your shoulder when you got the chills. He's learned how to pick up on fear and it was rather easy to sense when you were out of uniform.

"I've got your back, (y/n)."

"I've got a pocket knife in case."

"Stick to me,okay? I won't let them touch you."

He'd said these phrases countless times but you had never thought they would be of any real reassurance. You had told yourself to disregard the fear, disregard the reality of this area even though the crime reports said otherwise.

Where would you even run to? At night this place was like a maze of disgusting criminals and an infectious form of violence filled the air.

You couldn't help the urge to run, to run far far away and never look back. You found yourself running back towards his home, towards that vile building that would probably come crumbling down if you leaned on it too much.

What turn had you taken? How close was your home? How far was his house from your location? Was he even looking for you? What would happen if you were just another victim? What would Seungbae do? What would Yura do? What would the media say about you? What would happen to Sangwoo? What would happen to Yoonbum?

Faces of greed and despair flashed by you, staring at the poor women who could not control her world. The poor woman who was running into the arms of death, the most handsome creature at the moment. Death who could take her pain in a chaste kiss and give her nothing but the sweetest lies!

"Sangwoo! Sangwoo!"

You could hear the echoes of your pleading voice as the buildings seemed to surround you. The darkness seemed to pull at you, trying to destroy your sanity at the very edge of hope.

"Hey princess, looking for something?"

This wasn't a kind voice, and it certainly wasn't one that belonged to your friend. You kept moving forward, fear pulsing through you like a time bomb.

"Hey, didn't you put my buddy away? Yeah you're definitely that cop! What's a pretty thing like you doing around here?"

You tried to block out their voices, but the sea of erosion was unforgiving as it clashed with your heartstrings.

Vultures loped around your frame, taunting and ravenous. Some of them would startle you and make you flinch in a pathetic way. Sometimes they'd push you into one another, spinning you in a circle of mischief.

One was now pulling at your hair, while another seemed to claw at your back and arms. They wouldn't stop not even as you cried out desperately and fought like hell. It took one swing of your elbow against one perpetrator's nose for the game of cat and mouse to turn deadly.

You were perhaps too focused on one man to notice the other two getting ready to strike. You could feel a metallic sensation on your back and the struggling between the group of four was ended by a gunshot.

At first you didn't register what had happened, too caught up in how they dispersed like rats in various directions. Maybe they realized injuring an officer, even while off duty,was a foul move? Maybe it was how they saw your blonde counterpart rearing up to crack skulls and batter them bloody.

It seemed the world was a blur as you could barely tell up from down, let alone your friend's worried voice begging you to talk to him. He had kneeled on the pavement, allowing you to be cradled in his arms once again, only this time was far more dire.

He'd seen several people die in the last few months, all of which were by his own hand, but he wouldn't let you die on his watch.

"Hey (y/n) you cannot pass out on me, okay? Stay awake for me please, I need you to stay awake!"

The feeling of blood crawling up your throat was evident by the way you rolled your head to the side and coughed. It seemed every time you breathed in the oxygen would leak back out and you'd come back to a coughing fit.

"I can't breathe-Sang, I need you to call Seungbae or Yura-my phone is in my jacket."

He rummaged through your article of clothing, looking at every pocket for your phone.

"Hey, stay focused on me! I'll call him but he probably doesn't trust me, so I need you to give a little bit of help. Can you do that,(y/n)?"

You merely nodded, weaker than a couple of seconds ago. You couldn't sit up or really hold your phone so he had to put it to your ear.

"Seungbae I need you to listen to me-I've been shot in the abdomen and I think the bullet got to my lung-"

You were interrupted by another coughing fit, making your friend take the phone.

"Listen,I know you don't like me but we really need a ambulance or something to come here! She's been shot in the right lung and we don't know if the bleeding is going to stop! Just get here fast before- anything else happens!"

Sangwoo began to cover the wound with his free hand, worried that the blood flow was too fast. He could see it getting closer, feel death pulling you in.

"Where exactly are you two!? And how did this happen? Look from what I understand you need to stop the bleeding via either a bandage or some other material you have. And no matter what I need her conscious! You need to get her to stay awake and alert!"

The line was filled with the sounds of yelling and people bustling by, anxious and cautious all at once.

Sangwoo was trying his best to stay calm as he could see you fighting the urge to sleep.

"C'mon you can't die on me, not today! I said some shitty things and you need to stay alive so we can talk this through! You can do whatever you want when you're all better but until then you're stuck with me!"

He could see the blood covering every surface of your mouth as you chuckled lightly before a wry smile formed. The crimson color had never bothered him, not since he was a kid, but seeing you in so much pain was making him rethink everything.

You hadn't seen him actually cry in what felt like a million years, but the tears were becoming obvious as the clear liquid dripped down his cheeks. Crying was like poison to him, weakness a sin amongst men like him. Devil or not he was the most fearful he'd been since the day you almost got hurt by his bastard of a father.

"There's some paperwork in my nightstand-some letters as well-they're really important...."

Your grip on his shoulder was getting looser than before and he couldn't help but deny what you were suggesting.

"Your will isn't valid right now, because you are not dying! Can't you see you're going to be okay I promise, I won't let you die!"

Of course he always knew this was a possibility for a police officer to get shot in action, but it never applied to you. There was always that worry in the back of his mind that you were going to get hurt somehow, someway, but it never felt real.

Was this another delusion? Another bad dream where he'd wake up with another ill intent? Would he wake up with you in his arms after another idiotic argument? Would he finally have the courage to tell you he loved you? Would you survive this ordeal? And what would he do if you did die?

He could hear sirens approaching quickly, reassuring him that maybe there was hope after all.

"Hey over here, she needs help now!!"

Sure enough you were lifted promptly onto a gurney where several paramedics watched over you. Your shirt was cut off, revealing the disgusting bruises once more, along with the bullet hole that had drilled through a couple ribs and your right lung.

You could feel yourself slipping away, slowly falling further into the depths of exhaustion and the arms of the grim reaper. You felt cold even with the warmth flooding your abdomen and the want of comfort was gnawing at you.

You could recall the bright, white lights of the hospital along with the smell of antiseptics in the air, making you feel slightly worried. Hospitals weren't your favorite place to dwell, especially after you had recounted the several adventures that landed you here in your adolescence.

"We need to extract the bullet and make sure her ribs haven't punctured her lung any further."

You couldn't hear the rest of the details, only aware that the blonde was getting impatient as both Seungbae and a nurse had to talk him down from his hysteria.

He glanced in your direction before deciding to speak with you before this operation. He squeezed your hand as you faded out of consciousness and the doctors began their approach.

"I'll be there when you wake up, just stay alive please."

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gildedmuse · 3 years

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Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!

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ask-college-patrochilles · 3 years

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Pat: It's... a long story.

The first thing Pat notices as he comes out of the shower are the voices coming from the kitchen. It isn't exactly strange considering he lived with Achilles and they'd invited Bri over for the night. He and Bri didn't hang out like they used to, with both students caught up in the senior year and post-graduation plans. It had been nice to catch up, to have Pat's two favorite people together with him at the same time.

But the second thing he realizes is how hushed they are. Achilles never mutters, always keen to shout what's on his mind, and Bri certainly doesn't whisper to Pat's boyfriend on the regular.

He knows it's wrong- they're both so important to him, he could just… walk out and ask what's up- but Pat can't help himself. Quickly, he dries off his hair and discards the towel as quietly as possible into the laundry room. There's a wall separating the hallway to his bedroom and the bathroom from the kitchen. Pat presses his back against it and strains to listen.

There's the sound of the coffee machine running, almost loud enough to drown out Bri's question. "I wanted to know how you and Pat are doing," she says, followed by the pouring of coffee into a cup.

Achilles snorts. "I would think you guys have already talked about that." Always defensive, even when he doesn't need to be. It makes Pat's chest ache.

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you." One of the chairs scrapes against the floor, and Pat assumes Bri takes a seat. "You're your own person. You might see things differently."

Pat isn't sure why, but he holds his breath for his boyfriend's answer. Everything has been… mundane, really. Nothing special. Achilles is like an extension of Pat: they always know what the other is thinking, are always able to finish each other's sentences. More often than not they're together, Achilles leaning against him or holding his hand.

"We're good," Achilles finally replies. "Really good." Pat deflates in relief. "You'd think by now we'd be sick of each other or stepping on each other's toes, but…"

"But?" Bri prods.

"But I still always want to be by his side." Bri makes a sound, probably exasperated. "It's cheesy, yeah, but I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Pat closes his eyes with a small smile. Of course they felt the same- Achilles has his entire heart. He'd know if something was off because it would be like his own heart was breaking. There was nothing to worry about.

He's about to walk around the corner to greet them when Achilles continues. "There's just-" He pauses for a long moment. "Can you keep a secret?"

Silence.

"It's nothing bad," Achilles reassures Bri in a rush. "At least, I don't think so, but I don't really know what to think if I'm being honest. It's all so confusing and terrifying and I-"

"Slow down," Bri cuts in. "Tell me what's wrong and maybe I can help."

Achilles takes a deep breath, something Pat has had to drill into his head to do when he's overwhelmed. Hopefully, he's counting to ten in his head like Pat taught him too. They were still working on it. "I love Pat," Achilles starts again. "A lot."

"Okay."

"More than anything. More than… running or school or whatever. He's the most important person to me." The floor creaks, and Pat can only assume he's pacing around the kitchen. Achilles can never sit still when he's anxious. "I'd do anything for him. I'd… I'd eat a whole raw onion for him or fight off sharks. I'd cut off my leg- although I'd probably ask if we could amputate an arm instead since I still want to be a track star-"

"Achilles."

"Right."

Pat's heart races in his chest. He can't tell where this is going, and he hates not knowing what was on Achilles' mind. They're connected at the hip, so why can't he understand what's wrong?

"I guess I'm trying to say I don't think I could ever be with anyone else- actually, scratch that. I know I couldn't."

Bri's nails drum against the tabletop. Click, click, click. "This is all really sweet, but I don't know why you're telling me."

Achilles inhales loud enough for Pat to hear. "I want to be with him for the rest of my life."

A pause. "Okay."

"I want to marry him, Bri."

Pat's eyes widen, and he's surprised his knees don't give out underneath him.

He's always assumed he and Achilles would always be together. After all, they'd been inseparable from the moment they'd met. Even before they were partners, Pat felt whole with Achilles. Their relationship was one that was bound to last.

He just… never exactly thought about proposing or weddings or any of that. They lived together, didn't they? That was practically marriage to Pat. Splitting rent and divvying up chores wasn't for the weak of heart.

Marriage was big. Marriage meant they would spend the rest of their lives together. There'd be a certificate and everything to say they belonged only to each other. There would be anniversaries and a family and growing old together. Pat can't even fathom it- he couldn't even think about what the next week would be like! He lives his life from exam to exam, shift to shift at the hospital.

Bri seems to be on the same track as Pat. "You're both only in your twenties," she points out.

"I want to propose," Achilles says as if he doesn't hear her. "I know I do."

"Now? What about-"

"I already have a ring." Now Pat definitely wants to collapse. He covers his mouth with both hands so he doesn't gasp out loud. This was all happening very fast. The room seems to spin, and he leans his weight against the wall so he doesn't fall over.

"What?" Bri's chair scrapes against the floor. "How long have you had that?"

"A little while."

"Have you talked about any of this with Pat?" Pat could easily answer that question. His racing heart and clammy palms are as good an answer as any. He's sure Achilles shakes his head since Bri sighs loudly. "Don't you think that's sort of important? You don't just pop a proposal out of nowhere."

"You don't?" Achilles sounds genuinely confused. He probably got his entire idea of marriage from movies and television. His parents certainly didn't seem to be much help.

"You have to talk about the future first. Talk about what you both want." Achilles is quiet. He must be frustrated- he hates waiting, and he hates too much serious talk. Pat knows he prefers to wing it. After all, life seemed to go pretty smoothly for him without any prior planning. "If you guys are on the same page, then- and only then- maybe it's time."

Achilles grunts.

"You guys have all the time in the world," Bri reassures him gently. "Pat's not going anywhere. Trust me on that one."

"I don't want to lose him," Achilles says. It shatters Pat's heart to little pieces. How could he ever think Pat would leave him? They were in this for the long run no matter what. They'd grown together as individuals and as a couple, and Pat knew they still had so much more to learn.

It's what finally draws him from his corner. Pat scrunches his hair with his hands like he just came out of the shower as he walks to the kitchen. Bri sits across from Achilles at the table. As soon as she sees Pat, she kicks his boyfriend in the shin to alert him. Achilles turns, and Pat catches him stuffing something small into his pocket.

"There's coffee made if you want some," Bri says. So they didn't realize he'd been listening. Pat seems to be off the hook for now.

"Maybe later." Pat's too overwhelmed at the moment to be anywhere but with Achilles. He wraps an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and slides into his lap. Achilles gives him a smile and starts to say good morning, but Pat is already kissing him sweetly.

Achilles doesn't kiss back at first. He's too surprised, probably since Pat is never really a functioning human being in the morning before his coffee. But it takes him no time to hold Pat's hips firmly in place and part his lips to welcome Pat's tongue inside. Pat licks into his mouth, tasting maple syrup and sugar and everything Achilles.

Pat loves him. He loves him with his entire being. If Achilles dropped on one knee right now, Pat knows he'd say yes despite any doubts or reservations he might have. Because they'd figure them out together no matter what.

Bri's groaning is what brings Pat back to reality. "Can I please just drink my coffee in peace?" she begs. "One morning where I'm not assaulted by you two? Please?"

Achilles scowls in response. "If you don't like it, don't come over."

"You invited me!"

"Then you should’ve turned down the invite!"

Bri and Achilles bicker about the logistics of sleepovers, but Pat couldn't be happier. He presses his forehead against Achilles' temple and smiles wide. His Achilles, forever.

#i didnt forget i PROMISE

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pptheshort · 3 years

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The leap chapter 2 Albert wesker x GN reader

❗⚠️Warnings: Toxic behavior, possessiveness, slightly decision of death/being killed. Please read with caution if any of these things are triggering to you. ⚠️❗

A/n: Hello bitches and bros and nonbinary hoes! Little A/N here so I had to rewrite chapter 2 because I was satisfied with the original one. I may publish it as a later chapter or publish it as a alternative chapter 2. But I don't think it would make much sense since the original chapter 2 is very fluffy best to say. It had a kiss scene and everything 😳

Summary: Instead of Jill jumping out of the window to save Chris you take her place. Unaware of the things that will take place in the future. One simple decision has now completely changed your life for the better or worse?

Word count: 1,906

Chapter 1:

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It's been two weeks since your last encounter with Albert, the only form of human contact you had was with your doctors and nurse and that wasn't enough. The doctors came in for an hour while the nurse was coming in to check vitals and give you food so it was for maybe a couple of minutes. Then you would be alone, being alone by yourself made you think about many things. Escaping was one of the things you thought of but you could barely walk and the door in your room was always locked but that didn't stop you from forming a plan. It was a decent plan at best.

You had slightly memorized the time when the nurse would come in. Today you wanted to make a slight attempt to escape or maybe get another object that would benefit you in this plan. Over the course of a week you managed to steal a bobby pin. It wasn't much but it was something.

But the constant fear of getting caught by Albert was what you feared the most, you could only walk with a cane and you couldn't run yet and you could barely stand for five minutes. So if you did escape and the people who worked in this facility found out, Albert catching you would most likely happen. The thought of him running up to you scared you so much. You were pulled back into reality when the sound of the door unlocking filled your ears. It was 12:45pm a bit early for the nurse to come in, you stared at the door. When it opened you saw Albert walk in, he was wearing his normal attire and trademark sunglasses. You stared at him not saying a word, when Albert closed the door the sound of the door clicking once again filled your ears.

"Why hello there Mr. Wesker." You wanted to get him on his good side so that if you did escape and he caught you maybe he wouldn't kill you. You decided to refer to him as Mr. Wesker to try to get on his good side. You almost cringed when you said Mr. Wesker.

"How nice of you to greet me." Albert responded he had a smirk on his face when he said that.

"How are you today?" You began to ask hoping everything is going accordingly.

He began to sit on the end of your bed, Albert opened his mouth to speak: "I would say it's going very accordingly."

"That's good." You nodded your head in response to him.

The two of you sat in silence, you looked down at the bed sheets while Albert was looking at you. You felt nervous, scared is the best thing to say. You didn't want him catching onto you, you ripped his thoughts when Albert cleared his throat.

"You've been here in this room and I'm surprised you haven't made a big fuss out of it, you know if you keep up this good behavior I'll maybe allow you to walk around the facility with supervision, of course." Albert said as he moved closer to you.

'This is going to be easier than I thought, huh?' You thought to yourself. You nodded your head and put on a smile for him: "Thank you."

Albert once again moved closer, his face now inches away from yours. He grabbed your face and pulled it closer to his. This made your heart race, Albert had let out a chuckle: "You know you are a very good specimen so why not take you out on a little walk. Wouldn't you like that, hm?"

You felt so embarrassed and slightly humiliated you could tell he was toying with you like how a predator toys with their prey. Instead of saying anything you decided to nod your head.

"Now what do we say?" Albert said in a mocking tone. At this point you knew he was toying with you, trying to get under your skin.

"Thank you."

Once again Albert started to speak but this time he had let go of your face and stood up: "That's a good specimen."

You couldn't help but almost cringe when he called you that, you are already running thin on patience so one more thing out of his mouth is going to be the end of you. Albert offered to hold your hand, without thinking you took his hand. Albert pulled you close to him, you almost fell down due the sudden movement but Albert caught you.

"May I grab my cane, to help me walk. Please?" You asked

Albert nodded, you reached for the cane that was near your nightstand. Once you grabbed your cane you followed Albert who was waiting by the door.

'This is my chance to escape. But what if it doesn't work? Fuck it if I die here it will be better than being here.' When you reached Albert you heard the sound of the door unlocking, you noticed he was holding a key in his hand. When he proceeded to open the door without thinking you jabbed your cane into Albert, this caused him to fall over and drop his key. You took this opportunity to take the key and leave the room. When you left the room you slammed the door behind you making sure you locked it. Because you couldn't run you ended up speed walking through the empty hallways. Entering some rooms here and there to find any weapon to help you defend yourself against Albert.

When you entered what you assumed was a supply closet, you heard footsteps running pass the door and a familiar voice saying "You can't hide forever!"

Your heart began to beat fast, you had to compose yourself. This wasn't the time to panic. Standing for such a long time puts a strain on your legs, walking becomes harder to do. So staying in the supply closet was a must do. You sat in there for what seemed like 30 minutes once the pain died down a bit you stood up and started to head back into the hallway. Once again you walked the seemingly endless hallways, and you almost got caught by Albert a couple of times. You managed to not be seen by the workers in this facility.

You reached an area where there were no workers, you explored through it and found a door that could possibly lead to the exit. You began to walk faster with your legs once again in agonizing pain. You almost reached the door when you saw a familiar figure near the door.

'Shit!' You thought to yourself you began backing away when Albert began to approach you. You ended up trying to back away, unable to hide your emotions anymore fear ended up controlling you at this point. When Albert was now in front of you he began to chuckle a bit.

"This was such an entertaining game, it was so fun seeing you run around the facility thinking you were going to get out. You should see the look on your face, y/n." Albert cupped his hands on your cheeks.

"Let me fucking go." You spotted him.

"Hold your tongue, if I could I could kill you right now. Once again you probably want that."

"Why are you doing this?" You asked your voice slightly cracking

Albert had paused to think about his answer. He ended up ignoring the question all together. Albert began to change the conversation back to this whole fiasco.

"I'm having so much fun that I'll allow you to continue this game we are having but y/n get a little more creative next time, dear heart."

You hadn't heard that name in a long time. Albert would call you dear heart when the two of you dated. You almost cringed when he said that name again, you tried to back away from him but he didn't let you.

"Remember when I would call you that? Or you begged for me to call you that."

You didn't want him to say another word, the Albert you fell in love with died back in July 1998 now that's left is a sick power hungry man who only wants to change the world to match his expectations. Albert noticed how this was seemingly getting under your skin now, reopening old wounds. A part of him wanted to stop but he ended up counting to 'tease' you.

"Remember on that day, when we went to the Spencer mansion? It was the day before our anniversary, you seemed so excited to give me your gift but th-."

Before Albert could finish his sentence you had shouted at him to shut up. Seeing how you reacted he felt bad. This was out of character for him, he was soon snapped out of his thoughts when you had pushed him away. You had ended up falling backwards.

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?" You asked, your voice slowly rising.

Albert walked next to you and squatted down next to you. "Y/n, you are here for many reasons. But one of the reasons is because I want you by my side once again. I want you to be mine again, after all these years I thought my feelings for you would've died off but my dear Y/n they haven't. It only got stronger after all these years. '' Albert's tone was now more gentle. He was regretting the things he did, he made sure you didn't catch on.

"But-."

Albert had shushed you before you could even say your sentence. "Allow me to finish. Why don't you join me, if you do we can be together once again or you don't. Nothing is stopping you from refusing my offer." Albert had ended up pulling you closer to him.

You thought about it for a moment but joining him would increase your chances of escaping and getting out of here. A part of you couldn't completely understand what he was saying to you, just a moment ago he was trying to play with your emotions so why did he suddenly have a change of heart. It was a high possibility he was lying but you wanted to believe him because similar to him you still had feelings but at this point they were so 'dead'. You made your decision, you were going to join him.

"Fine, I'll join you."

Albert's face lit up and it was noticeable too. Albert said anything else he picked you up, grabbed your cane and started to walk to your room. On the way over there he began to speak.

"From now on I'll be coming into your room to come see you more often my dear."

That's all he said you nodded your head in response to him. Once the two of you reached your room Albert placed you down on your bed but before he left he asked for the key back, you gave it back to him. When Albert left the room he locked it behind him, after waiting a couple of minutes you couldn't help but slightly cry in what you assume is frustration. You wished you never jumped out of that window but if you didn't Chris would've been killed and who knows what would've happened to Jill.

'I'll make sure I get out of here, no matter the cost I will.'

#albert wesker x reader #resident evil #albert wesker #resident evil x reader

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 2 years

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Part of the convocation- Miguel Diaz x reader (sneak peak)

Summary: reader is Johnny's long-not-so-lost-step-niece, and she need a new roof over her head, so she finds herself back in a Dojo with him as her sensai once again.

A/N: this is just the first few paragraphs, figured I'd post it to check the water and see if anyone else finds this interesting.

Update: The full part 1 is out!!

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Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I clench my hand into a fist and raise it, placing it in front of me, fully ready to knock on door number 2 that's right in front of me.

After all this time, I don't know if John would even know who I am. If he'll recognize.

"This is my step niece, (y/n)" John explains, "(y/n), this is Miguel, he's my student, and my girlfriend's son".

#miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #johnny lawrence #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader

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