#angstfic

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)

warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)

They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.

"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.

"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.

"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!

I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,

*Back home late. (1 the latest)

*Left leftovers in the fridge.

*Be in bed by 10.

Love, Mom.

okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.

"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.

My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.

"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,

"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.

"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.

Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,

"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.

He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.

I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.

"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.

"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.

It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.

a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

yknow...most ppl who write Cas pov fic just use a computer. and a regular normal modern alphabet. and not whatever the fuck it is that I do

...also this is pages 1-9 of 36. aaaand I just realized I have to edit these either physically or on procreate. which means i have to read them.

...at least they're PHONETICALLY written in english. mostly.

edit: translating it back to english for fic & editing purposes. the grammar keeps yeeting between different centuries/millenia. Random words are in german.

I rly created a shorthand version of Enochian thats easier to write with a modern pen and used it to write weird, bleak pov whump....

[urfavoritescout]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers Animated (2007), Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blitzwing/Bumblebee (Transformers) Characters: Bumblebee (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Sari Sumdac, Prowl (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: BlitzBee - Freeform, Secret Relationship, Secret Identity, beetrayal au, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Romantic Relationship, autobot turned decepticon, secret relationship but like Megatron found out lmao Bee's hurting, Blitzwing is just trying his best, Difficult choices, shattered glass but not really, depressed bumblebee, Bittersweet Ending, damaged relationships, Fluff and Angst, mostly angst tho, I'mstillprettyrustywithwriting, thisisoldnow, ooc my bad yall, almostdidntpost, hopeyoucanfindsomeenjoymentinthistho!! Summary:

When you love someone, you want the best for them. When you love someone, sometimes you have to make a decision that will change the course of your life forever. When Blitzwing once came faceplate to faceplate with the daunting decision between killing his beloved or forcing Bee into their faction, the choice is one that he was never prepared to make.

However, one thing had been vehemently clear. No matter what, he would never try to harm his lover. Never. Not if Megatron has his swords lined up against his intake. He would always choose the safest option for the both of them. Though, a Con isn't a Con without selfish needs.

So how do you even begin to heal a shattered relationship when your lover is stripped of his vibrant paint and everything he grew to care about? Everything he thought he knew? His… family?

What do you do when you're both under strict orders not to leave the base under Megatron's command? When one minibot needs a desperate escape for just a little while, he comes across a surprising face that doesn't make this life-altering decision any easer. Not for himself, and definitely not for a guilt ridden Blitzwing...

[scribblesofagoonerr]

would you write a mccabe angst fic?

I'd definitely be down to write something at some point, if anyone wants to shoot me any ideas to write this in the near future!

[cephei-ea]

Lee Rang x Reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Type: oneshot

Synopsis: Lee Rang doesn’t know how to control his emotions and the one that must cope with them for him is his oh so patient s/o. Patience can only hold together so much, for so long.

Warnings: toxic relationship, female reader implied, jealousy, fwb, argument, screaming/yelling, toxicity in general, gore, fear, sexual implications, FORMATTING DID NOT PASTE (original on wattpad jvllcd)

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1st POV

Lee Rang had been depressed all day. He went out looking real good to meet with Lee Yeon— he was even in a good mood— and when he returned, took his anger out on me, as per usual. Yelling, screaming, choking, cursing and name calling were all part of the near ritual like routine I'd gotten myself into with the man. Somehow, regardless, I still harbored a love so deeply rooted for him that, as a half breed like him, I would most likely never love another. Yu Ri was always with her little friend— whatever his name was— so she was never here to distract him. The girl needs to make up her mind so I can decide whether I want to beat her ass or not. Is it the good guy or the asshole? I'd hope it was the good guy so that I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of hunting her down. Indecisive bitches are the type of bitches I hate most. I don't even remember at this point what it was that I murmured under my breath that seemed to tip him over the edge after he'd yelled at me for an hour for things I "never did right." Such as putting too much cream cheese on his bagel or standing in his way when he was walking down the hallway. I was convinced at that point that maybe I should start breathing less in order to please him. I offered him comfort and an ear for what had happened but he really did not seem to give a fuck. Back to the point, I still can't remember what exactly it was that I said that ticked him off. I think it must've been my mention of how, if he was so displeased with me, maybe we should start fucking other people since the only thing he didn't scold me for was how I was in bed. Me and my mouth, huh. He knew if he complained about that, I would stop sleeping with him entirely. And we both know that nobody does it like I do. I guess it doesn't matter what it was that I said because right now he's towering over me like a titan and glaring down at me, screeching about how I'm unfaithful and a whore and if I get with another man, he's gonna kill me. Yawn. Tomorrow morning, everything is going to go immediately back to the lovey dovey mess it usually is. Until next week when his only outlet is me again. This is kinda how it started...

"What?" He nearly whispered as he spun on his heel after I mumbled something unimportant. I scowled and cursed myself for momentarily brushing off the fact that he has keen senses. "What the fuck did you just say?" He asked, a bit louder as I paced backward and he followed with large strides. I was now against the wall, subject to each name and curse he threw at me. "What the fuck do you think this is, huh, y/n?!?? Is this a fucking game to you!!!???? If you wanted to go fuck some other guy, why didn't you do that from the start, huh!!??? HUH!!???" He seethed. "Look at me." I didn't. Of course I didn't. "LOOK AT ME." Forcefully lifting my chin, his face was inches from mine and my eyes wandered to look anywhere but his. "Who the fuck are you going to go to, y/n!!!?? That whore of a man who you're always sucking faces with!!!??" He pointed somewhere, referring to a guy he "saw me kissing". He awaited an answer but he wouldn't get one. Because he knew damn well I'd never kissed a man but him, never touched a man but him. And he knew I would never want to, nor could I. He knew that, that "face suck" he swears he saw was just me kissing my old, good friend on the cheek as a greeting. He was actually there at the time and I guess from his angle across the street, he got the wrong idea. That day, he didn't speak a word to me but he was upset all day and when I asked him about it, he ignored me.

Anyways. Again, I didn't answer and he threw his head back, running a hand through his hair. "I can't believe you're doing this to me right now." He groaned.

"Are you crazy, Lee Rang?" I whispered and I knew he had heard me. I hoped he had. "Are you fucking out of your mind??" I was louder now. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOURE TALKING TO LIKE THIS AGAIN!!!???? WASNT I THE ONE- AM I NOT THE ONE, THE ONLY ONE WHO IS ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU!!!???" He scowled.

"IM THE FUCKING ONE WHO IS CRAZY!!!?? ANSWER ME THIS ONE QUESTION, Y/N!!! WHY THE FUCK DONT YOU GO BEG THAT OTHER GUY TO FUCK YOU, HUH!!??" I was silent once more. I was hoping he wouldn't bring up a sensitive topic again. Obviously I was out of luck, as I usually was when it came to the man standing in front of me. "WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE!!!???? I NEVER FUCKING ASKED YOU TO BE HERE AND I NEVER WANTED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE! YOU CAME BARGING INTO MY LIFE AND NOW YOURE ACTING LIKE THIS!!!??? WHY DIDNT YOU LEAVE YEARS AGO!!?? I should have fucking abandoned you from the start!!!" Man, I knew it. I always know it. And I always come back. Maybe my silence finally hit him in the face-- at the time I really couldn't care. I didn't even bother looking up at his face, actually. I didn't even want to know if his words hit him as much as they always did me. I didn't want to know because they never did. And although this was one of the worst the things he's ever said to me, I doubted it would be different. I can't believe I really believed that he would comfort me after my grandparents died today. Car crashes are really terrible, huh? He always said so and insisted that he was super careful on the road. Especially when I was in the car with him. I'm not so sure that was true anymore but I enjoyed believing it. I turned on my heel and simply walked past him. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head but ignored it once more. I was slipping on my shoes and halfway out the door when he called out to me. He sounded hesitant. "Hey!!" I abruptly paused on my way out. It was colder than a witches left ass cheek but I didn't move to grab my jacket. Maybe if he knew I walked out, possibly never to return, in the freezing cold, alone, late at night, with nothing but my attitude, he would feel something. It was for dramatic flare, really; but regardless I hoped he would come running after me. "Where are you going??" He almost sounded concerned and I could tell by his tone of voice that he was regretting saying what he did. Hmm. What could I say that would anger him the most. 'To fuck your brother'? No he wouldn't believe that. 'To find that face sucker you seem to hate.' Oh that could work. Definitely. Nothing ticked this man off more than things of 'his' being taken or touched. He was too territorial for his own good. I ditched the anger/jealousy plan last minute and decided on an indirect reference to whatever his mind came up with.

"Where do you think I'm going, Lee Rang?" I stole a glance at his face as it morphed from concern-- maybe guilt-- to rage. He opened his mouth and from outside, after the door had slammed shut, I could literally hear him screaming.

"Y/N GET THE FUCK BACK IN HERE!" Damn, he sounded pissed off. I can't help but wonder what he had imagined. As of right now, I'm walking alone down the sidewalk, glad I at least took my wallet with me because I can get food now. I made dinner for us at home but— it's at home... I wonder if it's bad to say that I'm the bigger person for putting my sadness over my loss aside and still taking time to make that asshole dinner. I don't know if he meant what he said about abandoning me but it's not like it matters much. I'll just get a lap dance at the club or something and make it seem like I slept with someone when I walk back in tomorrow. That usually gets him all pissed and regretful until I tell him I haven't been with anyone. It's the best tactic to get him to apologize.

I enter a bar instead of a restaurant. Maybe that phrase of his did get to me and I didn't even realize. It's late anyways, there won't be too any good restaurants open. There aren't many people. A group of college guys, a few old men and one drunk lady. I sit down a seat away from her and she doesn't move a muscle. I order what I do every single time I enter this bar and the bartender, Teri, nods at me, glancing over at the lady. "Hey. I'll get your usual." He says. I look over at the lady, too. She's dead asleep.

"What's up with her?" I ask.

"That's Linda." He says. He says as though that explains everything. "What's up with you?" The bartender is always flirty. Which is why Lee Rang doesn't exactly approve of me visiting him and his fine establishment. Which is also exactly why I came here. "I haven't seen you in a while, babe, what's up?" He may be a try hard but he cares more than the man I love. It's a good way to get away to someone who cares for me and wants me. Even if it's a false sense of acceptance. "Didn't bring that boyfriend of yours this time, huh? He's always with you, something happen'?" He sounds curious as he places my drink in front of me and rounds the bar exit to sit next to me. I groan and take a sip of my drink.

"Just another scolding for giving a shit."

"I'm not just saying this because I want to get in your pants. You need to let him go." I know that, I really do.

"Tell that to him. He's at home scratching the skin off his arms, wondering if I really am hooking up with someone."

"You could be." I'm silent because I'm considering it. It's not like we're in a serious relationship so I have no real reason to remain. "I'm serious, y/n. Why don't you take me up on my offer?"

"I don't know at this point, Teri. Maybe I should." It's becoming more and more tempting by the minute. I turn to face him and his eyes are softer than ever. He's always got self confidence oozing from every pore of him. Similar to Lee Rang. Teri puts a hand on my cheek and I lean into it. I wasn't actually planning to sleep with someone but... if we're being honest, why not? Lee Yeon Can love a human and I'm certain that I, too, can have a change of heart. Even if I am half fox. I stare up at the man and bat my eyelashes a bit. He furrows his brows and slowly, he leans in. I close my eyes but just as soon as his lips could have been on mine, his arm pulls away suddenly. I open my eyes and Teri is off of his seat, gripping his arm and looking quite uncomfortable. Lee Rang is by his side, eyes bright yellow and his fists balled up so tightly that his veins were popping. I stand from my seat, pull a hundred from my purse, slap it on the table and throw back the rest of my drink. It leaves a sour after taste, as I've come to love. Lee Rang watches me as I wave to Teri and begin on my way out. "Bye Teri, see you next week. I'll make sure to keep in contact." I exit, the door slams closed behind me. I watch from the large window as Lee Rang curses out Teri and bolts for the door. Teri raised his hands in the air and we quickly share a pitiful expression at the face as he shies behind the counter again. I pick up the pace but regardless, I can hear his footsteps behind me. He grabs my elbow and attempts to yank me back. Thank god I saw it coming because I was able to pull away from his hold in advance. He tries again and this time, I'm too busy walking and trying to fix my shirt that he manages to force me to face him. I groan and look away.

"Would you please just look at me?" I knitted my eyebrows together. By no means did I want to. But I give in and meet his eyes in a glare. He looks conflicted and my resolve wavers.

"What do you want?" He swallows something down and tightens his hold on my arm.

"What was that back there, I thought I told you I didn't like him? Were you seriously gonna get with that guy?" My face scrunched up and I slowly exhaled any hesitation. My hands were on his chest in an instant and I shoved him backwards. He looked confused as he lightly stumbled.

"This again, huh?" I gritting my teeth. "Was I fucking stupid to hope you would come find me because you were worried!? What's your fucking deal, anyways, Lee Rang!!?? Is this the way it's always going to fucking be or are you finally done fighting!!???" He looks hurt almost. Guilty. "You're a fucking coward!" He knits his eyebrows together and for a second I find myself feeling bad. But the satisfaction I am feeling overpowers that guilt and my rage returns with a vengeance. "Did you hear me!!?? You're a fucking coward and I hope I never fucking see you again!!" Now he really looks hurt. Unfortunately for him, I'm too deep in my feelings to give more than a fuck. I spin on my heel and walk away. He stands there like a lost puppy, forcing me to use every ounce of my self control not to run over to him. I pause for barely a second— but he catches on.

"Wait. Y/n, wait." I pause once more and don't bother turning around until a bubbly voice appears behind me, close by where he was.

"Hi, handsome young man! Would you like some juice, it's free of charge and has various health benefits!" She grips his arm and firmly places a bottle of green juice in his palm. He quickly attempts to pull away but before she was able to let go of him, I rip her arm away from his and shove her violently away. I pick a stance and prepare to protect him, no matter who she is. He seems to have the same idea as he yanks me behind him.

3rd POV

The lady seemed unfazed as she stood— without so much as a tumble— and smiled kindly at the pair. "Say, what are you most afraid of?" Lee Rang stared at her blankly and gripped the side of y/n's arm a bit tighter. The woman oozed evil intent.

"Who are you!?" Y/n yelled as she attempted to stand in front of Lee Rang. He refutes her attempt and holds her in place.

"May it be abandonment?" Both Lee Rang and y/n's mouths fall open in shock. The lady grins once again and slowly makes her way toward the door of the bar they were just in, not too far away. Lee Rang is hesitant but follows her nonetheless. He stops at the door when he hears... a song, was it? It sounded like two children singing about a gate and a key. One asking for someone to "open the gate" and the other explaining they couldn't because they didn't have the key.

"Wait Lee Rang where are you going!!??" Y/n yells, watching him enter the bar after the noise. What the fuck was going on??

>>>

It'd been approximately a day since Lee Rang had mysteriously passed out and y/n was not only out of her mind, but her self control, looking for ways to help him. Unfortunately it seemed impossible to do anything but pray that he wake up. She asked Shin Ju and every medical professional she could get her hands on. None could help. Things could only get so much worse. And they did. She was speaking with Lee Yeon one day when that same damn lady appeared at her door and offered Yeon juice. However, by the time y/n was downstairs to ask who was at the door, Lee Yeon was gone and all that reminded was a bottle of juice on the floor and the old lady who seemed as if she was preparing to leave. She wouldn't let her leave like this. Not after stealing everyone from her and wreaking havoc. Y/n lunged for the old lady and prayed that she reached her in time to follow her wherever she was going. Once arrived where she wanted, the old lady awaited for the awakening of Lee Yeon before informing him of his situation. And while y/n sat a few feet away, hiding and hoping no one would see her, he surely took his time deciding on the door he would enter and the person he would save.

"Neither of them have much time." The old lady informed, placing an expression of distress on Lee Yeon's face and it was clear that the poor man was conflicted. Y/n sighed, immediately knowing which door the man was going to choose and deciding then that she would enter the other. When it seemed as if the old lady disappeared and the thickening silence in the room grew quiet, she peaked her head out from the side of the wall she hid behind and watched him. Exactly as she predicted, he entered the right door, and made his way inside to find his girlfriend and abandoned his brother. And while y/n was pissed at Lee Yeon, she knew she had expected it. He was a good man and chances were, he had a plan. It seemed both brothers managed to piss her off equally. Y/n sighed, mentally preparing herself for whatever she was to face in her kind-of-lover's memories. Her hand laced around the door knob and as she entered, she immediately found herself in a forest. A deep thicket with blood and broken trees fallen everywhere. It was the spitting image of the forest where Lee Rang had been left so many centuries ago. Faint screeches and gurgles were the only noise available. As so, the woman lifted the Hanbok layed elegantly down her body. The one she would wear so often in the years when she met Lee Rang. He loved that Hanbok. He'd told her countless times that it looked wonderful on her, it was a shame that it was dirtied with the blood of the dead and drool from zombies. It was even more of a shame that she rarely heard a compliment come from the man anymore. Not since they had been together on the mountain god's territory, living a life of romance, blood and beauty. After that, his compliments came in form of love making and loving glances; as if words meant no more than their definitions. Ignoring the branches scraping against her ankles, y/n ran through tree, thorn and ivy alike, even if those thorns did make her bleed. Even if they did make her want to collapse and just take a breather. It was all worth it, luckily for her and her lover. As when she laid eyes upon him stuck upside down in a tree, mumbling about how his brother was a traitor, she chucked the hatchet in her hands towards the zombies and decapitated them all. One by one— maybe more like five by five— the creatures lay on the floor, either dead or attempting to recuperate. When the vast majority of them were down, y/n sliced the arms of the one holding Lee Rang up and attempted to crash his fall. It didn't work, as he only ended up crushing her under his weight, but she figured it was worth a shot. Lee Rang never considered admitting it out loud until he had unintentionally— how utterly beautiful she looked, killing for him. Blood splattering across his favorite Hanbok as her eyes burned with the desire to save him. When he did realize he had voiced his thoughts, y/n glanced at him with uncertainty and wiggled out from beneath him. He followed her lead as they stood and grabbed her hand. They sprinted as far as they could. Occasionally, y/n really hoped that Ji Ah's door was easier because right now, she was regretting her choice. She loved Lee Rang but this much? Not so sure because this was just ridiculous. She should have forced Lee Yeon to save his brother and helped out her good friend instead. Once the pair had reached a burrow underneath a tree, Lee Rang slid through and held his arm out for her through the other side. Y/n was hesitant for reasons even she couldn't even explain to herself. But regardless, she was still hesitant in grabbing his hand.

"Y/n grab my hand!!!" She looked back, her heart dropped to her stomach at the sight of nearly a dozen zombies lunging for her legs. Right as she was ready to climb beneath the tree, Lee Rang gripped her wrist and yanked her through, pulling her against his chest and heaving in an attempt to recover lost air. Y/n attempted an escape from his grasp but he only tightened his hold, praying they could stay like they were at least for a few millennia. His prayers went unheard as she pushed away and landed on her back to his side. Both were silent after the loud gasps of hyperventilation died down. The creatures seemed to have a hard time figuring out a way to get through, so they could relax. But not for long. He didn't know what to say. Should he mention her wounds? Apologize? Thank her? Both? Neither? Should he just kiss her and hope she would forgive him? If she would? Y/n beat him to it as she pushed herself to sit up, groaning on her way up as her arms burned from holding herself in place. He quickly followed suit, using a hand to steady her against her back. He seemed to be out of luck as she smacked away his hand and leaned against her knees. "Y/n please. I hate having tension between us- so can you just look at me—"

"-Really?? Lee Rang?? Do you really hate this? Be honest, does it bring you pleasure to scream in the face of the woman you made a promise to be kind to? I really am not in the mood and I don't want to fucking hear it." His bloodied hand landed gently on her face and she allowed him to turn her head. She looked down however, desperate to avoid his gaze. Lee Rang's eyes softened. Even now, as she sit here waiting for him to say something, he didn't know how to express it. He didn't know how to express the fact that he was positively terrified of ending up like his brother; chasing after a dead woman and completely desperate to get her back because of his own mistakes. He should have ignored her when they first met, not have bothered to become close to her or allowed her to comfort him after his puppy had died, similar to how he expected she would end up if he kept close to her. He'd only mentioned this fear once and she seemed to disagree, insisting that if she cared about such things, she would have left him. Another thing which scared him. When she finally looked up at him, he smiled and leaned in to brush their lips together.

"Why did you come here instead of my brother? It isn't safe here. He was with that woman, wasn't he?" Y/n felt nearly frozen in place because her morals told her not to let him kiss her; yet when he did press their lips taut together, she enjoyed every moment of it, closing her eyes to savor it even when she felt his gaze on her so close, through the kiss.

"I hate you." She whispered into his mouth; he swallowed each word with hunger.

"I love you." And she was crying, hearing those words was uncommon. Rare. Coming from him these days.

"I fucking hate you. You're an asshole."

"Y/n, you know me too well." When he pulled them from the kiss, the smirk on his face had turned pensive. And while it wasn't very visible, it was there. "I know my attitude doesn't express it very well, but I never meant what I said to you." Y/n grinded her teeth, his words were too much for her to handle. She stood abruptly and turned to walk away, limping with each foot that hit the floor. "Where are you expecting to run off to with those legs?" He stood, his own injury giving him trouble in reaching her as she attempted to outrun him again.

"If you didn't mean what you said then why the hell did you say it? It shouldn't fucking matter to you or me. I don't want your apology and if you want me gone so badly, then so be it." He stared at her and took a pause, pity filling his gaze. Pity which soon turned to fear as she didn't seem to be joking about what she said. Would she really?

"Fine. Let's just get out of here." And although his gut told him otherwise, he ignored it the way he always did and continued forward. "Just don't fall behind, it would be a nuisance." A tear spilled from y/n's eye and she quickly wiped it with the back of her hand. As more spilled, one after the other, she continuously attempted to absorb them with her sleeve. But they just wouldn't stop and she hoped with every fiber of her being he wouldn't turn around. Besides, it's not like his insults and cruel tongue mattered. Regardless, she would likely remain beside his side despite what either of them wanted.

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"NO, NO PLEASE!" An terrifyingly familiar voice screamed. Lee Rang paused dead in his tracks and his eyes widened incredibly, searching over and over for where her voice was coming from this time. Noting it originated from a few streets down, he pushed off his toes and ran towards the voice. The repeated screams and cold blooded whacks of an object colliding with a body gave him chills. Especially when they were y/n's screams he heard. He glanced down each alleyway he passed until the familiar figure of his love interest appeared. She was hunched over on the floor, wearing nothing more than a night gown, with her arms shielding her head from the bat that attempted to break her. His irises were set ablaze as he ripped the bat from some man's hand and twisted his arm behind his back until he screamed in agony. Lee Rang shoved the man away and took a step in front of y/n. Relief took over a bit of his mind when she gripped his pant leg and curled up against his side, light sobs wracked her body and he placed a hand above her head comfortingly.

"Who is that?" He gazed at her for a second, finding it hard to look away until the man stood and reached for his bat. Rang kicked it away and then did the same with the man, watching down his nose as the man attempted to stand

"M... my...." She hesitated for a moment too long.

"Y/n, who is it?" He sounded a tad more stern now, eyebrows furrowing.

"My ex-boyfriend... kind of. A human." The man standing tall against y/n seemed shocked at her answer.

"A human? Why won't you fight back, then?" He looked down at her and his eyes softened at the pitiful sight of her.

"Because.. because he raised me..." Lee Rang sighed, disbelief evident on his face. He shook his head and took a grab beneath the woman's arm, pulling her up to stand beside him. She wobbled a bit but managed to steady herself in time for him to release her to fend for herself.

"Who the hell are you!? Y/n, you know this bastard?" Y/n's ex— who was a previous attempt at getting over the grief when Lee Rang was with Yu Ri instead of y/n-- interrupted but he wasn't answered, and instead, once more pushed to the floor by the taller man's powerful hands.

"Yeah she knows me, but I don't fucking recall giving you permission to lay your filthy hands on things that belong to me."

"I don't belong to you, you asshole. And I am most certainly not a thing."

"Shut the hell up, y/n." His eyes studied the smaller man over and over again. "What else did you do to her, huh?"

"Lee Rang, enough! Can we just go!?" He was hesitant at her request but eventually, complied and stood to lead her away.

"Go waste your time doing something useful. You won't be seeing her again. As for me, no promises." And he led her away.

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1st POV

That night, he kissed away my pain and I swear I'd never felt happier. I want to think of some other time he did something so kind. That way, maybe I'll be able to convince myself this is worth it. . . 

Ah. The first time he told me he loved me.

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I was lying nude in bed, next to Lee Rang. I was so sleepy as he stroked the top of my head and held me close to him. I was having trouble keeping up my routine of drawing little things on the skin of his back because my eyes were barely open. I felt his gaze on mine even though I couldn't keep it well due to my state of consciousness.

"Y/n." He mumbled. I hummed quietly, letting him know that I was listening but also that he would have to make it quick because I wouldn't be soon. His fingertips against my lips were like heaven. Even as it is now, the love behind the touch hasn't faded and for that, I am so grateful. He leaned in close to me and placed his lips against my forehead; I like to think he was savoring the moment but of course when it comes to him, I never know. I forced my eyelids open once more-- it didn't last long but I think he took the hint. "I love you." Though I know it didn't show on my face, those three words hit me like a bulldozer, I almost woke up. I placed my hand on his cheek and nuzzled into his chest. He did the same and held me tighter against him.

"I... love... love you." It was barely even a moment later that I fell asleep. That night felt longer than any other I'd ever had. When I woke up, Lee Rang was slipping on his usual black dress shirt and pants. He was in the mirror at the end of the bed, his eyes on me through the reflection as he toyed with his sleeves. When he saw me wake, which took him a second, he turned around with a smile and leaned into the bed to kiss my lips.

"You slept a long time." I returned the gesture and held him close to me; even when he tried to pull away, I didn't let him. Those kisses lasted a few minutes, turning more open-mouthed with each round.

"Are you going somewhere?" I looked up at him and as he backed away to stand straight, I sat up. I heaved the down blanket against my chest. He didn't bother trying to hide the way his eyes trailed down my body, landing on where the blanket met the top of my breasts.

"Nowhere in particular." He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged the blanket from my hold. I was hesitant in allowing him but gave in, in the end. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled my body against his. His lips were on mine again. "Why are you hiding again? I've seen you." I pursed my lips slightly and pressed my chest against him, curling up into his lap.

"It's different now."

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Oh my god, I wish I could go back to that. I had literally never been happier than then. Maybe this was a bad idea, I'm hiccupping and he's going to hear me crying. I reach my hand up and place it over my mouth to muffle any sounds that come from me. This way he won't turn around and think of me as pitiful or weak. I'm falling quite a bit behind, I'm going to have to run a bit to catch up to him, despite what he said. He must know; he must think me a nuisance. I feel my eyes puffy and warm, sticky from tears. I'm uncomfortable. My body hurts. I want to cry harder. I want to leave. But above all else, I want him to hold me. To kiss me. I wonder if he feels the same.

My entire train of thought comes to a pause when I hear a loud screech behind me. I turn around and to my absolute luck, as per usual, a fucking zombie is running full speed at me. Me, the one in the back. The one with a broken arm and fucked up legs. Please, Mr. Zombie. Please just take Lee Rang instead. Teach him a lesson or two for me but don't kill him. Because if he were to die, I won't recover. It takes me a second or two to realize that Lee Rang is screaming at me to move. To run. And that there is a 6'0" tall, 200 pound looking, probably-played-in-his-college-football-team-as-a-quarterback zombie booking it towards me. Probably to disembowel me eat my fucking innards. And I, the pro survivalist that I am, am just standing here doing absolutely jack ass shit to help anyone in anyway right now. Besides maybe Mr. Zombie is just moody. He looks pretty hungry and honestly, I drank alcohol and ate a lot of food today, I'm thinking I'd be a tasty meal. If I were that zombie, shit, I would fucking chase me, too. I still don't move, my eyes following the zombie as it fucking body slams me and tackles me to the floor-- which, by the way, is littered with FUCKING THORNS AND POISON IVY. I must be in my comedic muse era. I hear Lee Rang's voice and I feel it's literal fangs entering my skin, the creatures claws gripping and ripping into my thighs, stomach and shoulders as it scrapes at my skin. I'm literally being eaten alive. Dying. And I can't bring myself to give a shit in this moment because the one man I love more than anything has had an attitude with me this month. And that's the only reason. Because I'm down bad and I have to be in love with a condescending half-fox with anger issues and an extreme possessive complex that stems from his passionate jealousy. Because I swore to my mother I did not need therapy after she found out I was in love with a fictional parasite from a different country that has a large tongue and may look just a little bit like spider man. And because I have serious masochism issues, apparently, I am currently being disemboweled, just as I had hypothesized. I am the reason for my own death, I might as well be in the process of committing suicide right now.

Thank god Lee Rang can think properly. He lifts this motherfucker in the air and slams him into a broken tree stump nearby, splitting the thing's body in two. Man, he's strong, that looks like it hurt more than a witch's right ass cheek. As soon as the thing gives up and dies out, Lee Rang runs over to me and folds me into his arms, cradling me as he chants apologies like a broken record. What is he even apologizing for? It hurts like ass but I'm not gonna die.

My mind changes immediately when, as if on fucking queue, I cough up about a handful (or so) of blood. It's my own fault anyways. I think if I wasn't half eaten right now, maybe I would be experiencing something close to that day right about now. No one can hold me like he can.

No one.

I start crying again, but this time it's because I'm mad at myself. "I can't..." I sound like a sleepy horse, I feel my throat all locked up, probably shredded through from the attack. Even then, even with my body slowly shutting down, the entirety of my brain is focused in on Lee Rang. Why are things different? Why doesn't he love me anymore? If he asked me to, I would burn the Earth at his feet. Regardless of that will, all I can manage to force my body to do right now is stay awake. "Why are you different? Why do you act like you don't remember what we had?" Lee Rang stares at me incredulously, and I watch as tears well in his eyes. They spill over, one entering my eye and the other entering the opening of my mouth. And now more than ever, I feel fucking hydrated. I blink away the foreign substance. He's not smiling. I wish he was. I wish he was smiling but instead of his usual subtle grin, I receive a quivering lip and his tears continuously falling down onto my skin, mixing with my own droplets of regret and disappointment. I always hated seeing him cry. Because I love his smile so fucking much that whenever I see his eyes sadden, my heart saddens along with them.

"I'm sorry." This is so unlike him. He doesn't apologize. Usually only after he makes me use my safe word or after an argument... I'm disappointing myself. I want to see his face... but everything is beginning to blur together and I can't seem to tell whether it's because of his tears, mine or my own dying body. Lee Rang presses me to his chest. He doesn't like it when I watch him cry, but regardless, I hear the hammering of his heart, the saddened warmth of his chest, I feel the light, warm droplets of liquid salt on me and his heaves and sobs as he cries for me. Something he hasn't done in a long time; if ever. "I never meant for..." His hands dig into my hair. It feels good. It feels so good. "I was so fucking right, I knew this was going to happen. That's why... that's why, y/n." He allows me to look at him with lidded eyes and his sobs grow louder. "I love you." He leans down to kiss me. "I love you more than anything."

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When I woke up, I was somewhere unfamiliar again. The ceiling was new, the bedding— keyword "bedding", not "cold hard forest floor covered in thorns and bugs and sharp things that could possibly leave deep cuts along my precious back"— also new. My eyes opened before any other part of my body even considered moving. The only sound I registered was the ticking of a clock on the wall to my... right, I think. I wasn't exactly sure. My thighs and ankles burned viscously, my head throbbed in a dull ache, my throat was parched like a dried loaf of bakery bread and my eyes wanted to glue themselves shut. Maybe forever at that point. I felt positively disgusting and as of then, I had no fucking control over what happened to me and what movements I made. Why, you ask? Well, because there was a heavy weight against my stomach and another restraint against my waist. I glanced downward and wasn't surprised to see Lee Rang sleeping against me. Or at least I thought he was asleep by the way his breathing fell perfectly even and his eyes were sealed shut, weighed down by heavy gray bags. I'd seen him like this before. But only a few times.

Sometimes, when Lee Rang's thoughts are too much for his brain— or when his emotions grow too strong for his heart, he lies down like this. His eyes weighing five tons on themselves and his skin moist from sweat. He looks so tired, so overwhelmed at these times and I always hated seeing him so sad. I wish I could take the pain away. I wish I could take his pain away and endure it for him; because he doesn't deserve such treatment from the world. More than that, I wish he hadn't looked like that because of me and because of my overwhelming self control, or lack thereof. Whichever that entire fiasco fell into. I wished instead of being out of control of his thoughts and attempting at his only way to find his sanity, he was there sitting next to me, making joking and smiling his dangerously charming smile like always.

I was glad he didn't wake up with my movement to sit up straight. Even if he looked sad, when I focus on his calmed face, I feel happy. That's when I loved watching him like that. When all was right and the only thing between our skin was a layer or two of clothes. The thought made me want that even more— his skin on mine and his lips molded incredibly with mine to the point where you couldn't tell where my mouth began and his ended. I ran my fingers through his hair and rubbed small circles into his scalp, loving the feeling of his soft hair between the creases of my fingers. He seemed to flinch when I tugged lightly at his roots, a small habit both of us enjoy. He snapped his head toward me and all I could manage to do was smile. I released his hair and held out my arms to him but he seemed to be in such a deep state of shock that maybe he didn't realize. I waited; one, maybe even two or three full minutes. Not just a few seconds people think of or refer to as minutes. Like he was actually staring at me for so long that I grew almost uncomfortable and my arms hurt. A pin could drop and sound like a nuclear explosion. But I didn't mind because even along with the shock, I could see the love in his eyes. The relief and the nights of praying and crying and everything in between. His mouth was ajar and his eyes blown wide and even after so long, he finally blinked. It was rapid but I could tell the reality of the situation finally hit him in the face and I was relieved that he wasn't just a staring corpse. His mouth closed and opened a few times, looking for the right words even when no sound came out.

3rd POV

"Lee Rang." Tears threatened the man's eyes— her voice sounded like a paradise he was chasing desperately and never managed to achieve until just then. He hadn't slept since she knocked out. He slid off his chair next to y/n's bed and threw himself onto her, wrapping his arms around her like she was a safety floaty and he was stranded in the Pacific. His mouth, over and over again, lipped shocked phrases until she wrapped her arms round him in return and he let out a shaky breath. "Hey, hey, it's okay." She cleared her throat; he knew she was only ridding the scratch from her voice but it worried him for a fraction of a second. He tightened his hold, burying his face in the crook of her neck, where a bit of her hair bunched together. He took a deep breath in a savored the smell of her, as if he would never be able to again. His hand switched continuously from gripping her shoulder to pushing her head into his chest.

"I love you. I love you." He chanted as if he were in a rush to tell her. As if she would disappear at any moment and if he didn't tell her, he would never be able to again. "God, I love you so much. I love you so much I don't know how to handle it."

"Lee Rang. I'm okay. I'm okay." Though his shoulders tensed when she didn't return the sentiment, her words relieved him of a bit of concern. Finally, after many long moments, he slowly pulled from her and his eyes shone like they never had, they shone with overwhelming relief. His classic grin twitched back to life a bit— which is what relieved her. "I'm here, okay? I'm not leaving you." His smile faltered but he closed his eyes, his hand resting on her head as he enjoyed the moment. He swallowed the nerves that had built in his system since they returned. Lee Rang lifted a hand of hers to his lips and sighed out his troubles one more time.

"Fuck, y/n. You scared the shit out of me." He whispered, loving the way her gentle fingers wrapped around his index. "We're in Lee Yeon's house because Shin Ju was caring for you. You've been asleep for a day."

"A DAY!!??" She stared at him incredulously and he nodded, she did the opposite, furiously shaking her head as she hastily attempted to stand up. "No, no, no. I need to get up, I have work—" He followed suit, however, and used a mere hand to pushed her back down to rest. "Lee Rang, what are you doing!?" She whined and he shook his head, smile growing wider. And as soon as his teeth shone bright like his eyes along with a few witty remarks of his, she could not, for the fucking life of her, stay mad.

"You do have work." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Just not with the company." And as he slowly climbed on top of the woman, she couldn't help but smile just as brightly as him. It made him so happy to see her toothy grin and giggling voice, cheeks flushed red as he caged her in against the mattress. Their noses brushed and as he playfully bit at her neck, she laughed heartily, hands gently grasping at his forearms where his dress shirt was rolled up. Y/n's laughter reverberated through his body and he had never felt happier- more relieved than now. More in bliss. Her legs gently pulled his backside further into their embrace as he trailed nibbles and kisses and licks up her neck to her cheeks and collarbone. "I love you." The phrase came out in quiet laughter and it seemed y/n was too caught up in her giggles to notice. Still, his heart dropped just a bit each time she didn't respond so he pulled away. She looked up at him, concerned with his knitted eyebrows and loss of a content smile.

"What's wrong?" She asked, the atmosphere suddenly a bit more tense.

"Y/n, listen to me. Just for a moment." She nodded, she knew very well what the topic of the conversation would be. "Lee Yeon helped us out and we're alive... but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said those things to you and I'm sorry that we've been fighting all month. It was my fault and I wish I had never put you through so much because of my own fears. I just... I guess I was worried I would be chasing after you in the way that my brother is with Ji Ah. I thought if I distanced myself, it would fix things but... I realized it wouldn't... and that it took going through all of this and putting you through all of this for me to understand that. And I realize you won't wait around for me. But I need you. I need you and you alone because you are the most important thing in the world to me. I need you because I love you and I'm never going to love anyone but you. I intend to make you feel the same. So, I'm sorry, I admit I was wrong. Just.. Fuck. Please don't fucking leave me. Not again. Not like that."

"You're right." She sighed wistfully, closing her eyes. "You acted childish and cruel and the things we said won't disappear like they were never spoken. And although it might take some healing, we can make it through this as we always have." He nodded, swallowing down something invisible in his throat and he looked down to grip her hands within his own. "I love you." And like that, he held on so tightly that she would've sworn she thought he was never going to let go. "I love you so much, Lee Rang. Besides, love. It isn't often that I'm able to see this soft side of you." Something clicked and Lee Rang shot his head up, raising an eyebrow at her smug grin.

"If you like it so much, I can show you another way you can get it from me." A new smile plastered itself onto his face and y/n, as usual, could do nothing but grin widely at his beauty whenever he did. "But only if you promise to remain as my side kick." Y/n's jaw dropped to the floor and she knitted her eyebrows together, an exaggerated gasp forming in her mouth. Lee Rang's smile widened and he chuckled lightly.

"Excuse me, you jerk!" She lightly shoved his chest and they begin light giggling. "That is so disrespectful!" The woman turned her head and despite being beneath him, crossed her arms and pressed her lips together when he attempted to mold their mouths together.

"Hey, stop turning your head." He objected against her avoidance of his kisses and she high pitched screeches of sensitivity sounded when his hands landed on her sides to tickle the defiance out of her. In her weakened state, he took advantage of the moment to place their lips together and bit at her bottom half, both smiling against each other.

"No!! Lee Rang- STAHAHAP-" Y/n only silenced herself when a familiar face entered the room they lay in. Lee Yeon was clearly in a good mood, by his light smile at the sight in front of him— he leaned against the doorframe. "Lee Yeon what-... Lee Rang stop! Lee Yeon!" The woman pushed Lee Rang off from on top and between her legs and he fell against the mattress. She quickly made over to her lovers brother, as well as her best friend, and wrapped her arms around his torso. He placed a hand on her head. "Thank you! Thank you for everything! Thank you for helping Lee Rang! Oh and for saving my life. I don't know what I would have done if Lee Rang hadn't come out alive."

"I'm just that charming of a guy, huh? Lee Rang, your lady is all over me even when I'm in a relationship, don't you think this means I received the better genes?" Lee Rang's sarcastic grin from when his brother entered had long past disappeared and now he sent the older man glares. "What's with the looks?" Lee Yeon wrapped another arm around y/n and Lee Rang had had enough. He stood from the bed and removed his brothers arms from around y/n.

"Hey, break up the shit show, that's enough gratefulness." He looked down at y/n as he pulled her against him and her face into his chest.

"Hello y/n! Lee Rang..." Ji ah was clearly more excited at the sight of her best female friend than she was at the mention of her boyfriends brother and he glared at her when y/n went running into her arms. He sighed deeply, even more annoyed as his brother chuckled in delight.

"Could you guys get out?" He suggested.

"What so you could stick your tongue down my baby's throat? Don't you dare corrupt her." Lee Yeon pouted sarcastically, petting y/n's head gently.

"Whose baby?? Are you crazy? You want to die?" Lee Rang took a step toward his brother, each stride oozing malicious intent before the taller brother pulled Ji Ah and himself away from the area. Y/n smiled up at Lee Rang, noting something she had overheard him speaking about with the old geezer— Imugi's servant. Something Lee Rang seemed to be bothered about. Lee Rang stared at her for a minute, eyes red and his smile suddenly gone as the tension in the room turned tangible.

"You have something else to tell me, right?" Lee Rang swallowed thick when she blatantly called him out. Her eyes were soft, he eyebrows pulled upward and a small smile playing on her lips.

"What..." he paused, having a hard time keeping eye contact. "What would I have to tell you?" Y/n sighed briefly, stepping toward him with her arms around his waist. He looked down, a refusal to meet her eyes. Along with that, she sighed and gently rubbed his stomach, leaning against his back.

"Don't be afraid." His eyes watered— he would never tell her that, but they did tear up.

"That man working for Imugi- maybe it was more Imugi's doing.. but they told me I can save only you or my brother." Lee Rang only held her tighter, gripping her like she was the air he needed to survive. The last few drops of water that were slipping between his fingers. "I can't— no. I will not lose you. I can not survive without you. I'm not going to let-"

"I'm not going to let that happen, Lee Rang. I gave you my heart and no one can take that away from you. That snake is going to have to chop off all my limbs before he sees me give up. I swear to you that." Y/n voice was nothing but heartfelt understanding; a soothing ointment for the wounds he attempted to lick.

"I'm going to kill him." He whispered, sitting them down on the bed and gathering her to his chest. Y/n allowed him to hold her how he liked— using nothing but her gentle fingers to soothe his darkened heart. "I'll kill him for this. For thinking he can take you from me. For threatening us. I'll fucking kill him." He hissed, teeth grinding together in anger and his head teeming with worry, utter fear and blood curdling anger. How dare he. Y/n rubbed soothing circles into his back an hummed a soft tune into his shoulder; ignoring the small spots of warm tears that dripped along her back.

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Thanks for reading, this is one of the longest oneshots I've written..

It was supposed to be longer but I got lost and unmotivated and writers block so I decided to leave it open ended. Very unedited and has many plot holes please don't mind. FORMAT DID NOT PASTE!!!

[hair-witch-jaded]

Y'all wanna be sad?????

I finished my first fic and I feel worse than when I began somehow. Enjoy!

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Chapters: 44/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Nefertari Vivi & Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Roronoa Zoro, Kuina & Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nefertari Vivi, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Strawhat Pirates, Kuina (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Heart Pirates Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, chosen family, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Canon-Typical Violence, Nakamaship, Friendship/Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rape, depicted ONLY in opening scene, Slavery, Human Trafficking, Roronoa Zoro Needs a Hug, Protective Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates, Roronoa Zoro hurts so pretty, Crew as Family, Zoro is from Alabasta, kind of, Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings, Touch Aversion, Touch-Starved, No beta we die like ace, on fire but smiling, Platonic Cuddling, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

"Don't be stupid." Zoro rolled his eyes, setting his katana down. "I'd never leave you." "But, I want you to." Vivi sat down beside him, blue eyes shining with tears. "You want so much more than this. I know you do. I saw it in your eyes when we were on Merry. You were meant to be an adventurer, Zoro. You were meant to be free." 

or

After a twisted turn of events, Zoro starts out as Vivi's swordsman and ends up as Luffy's.

[icepower55]

New Fic: Light & Shadow

I make a noise of acknowledgement that sounds more pained than intended, and then I unbuckle myself, open the car door, bundling my coat tighter around myself as I walk towards my house. My house, what a strange concept. I still have that scrapbook, all the home improvement projects Draco and I should have worked on. Should, would, could all the most useless words in the English language. How much does an intention cost? I should have asked Dr. Hoster this during our session. It would have been a more productive use of time.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Splatoon Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Agent 8 hasn’t been doing well as of recent. With screaming thoughts and vivid sights, they wonder if they really deserve what they have.

Should they even be here?

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TWs - Descriptions of suicidal thinking, thoughts of self harm, actual written suicide attempt, intrusive thoughts, and probably more.

Title - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wlp-G-6M14

Update schedule - Once a week, I’d say? pretty sporadic. I uploaded the 2nd yesterday and the 3rd chapter today.

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Genshin impact—“I love you endlessly”

➵Summary:Reader finds out Lyney is with the Fatui

➵Warning:mention of dead

➵A/N:since I got Lyney so I had to write something for him

You and Lyney were partners for 5 months the full city knew about that and Lyney made it obvious you two were dating, he would always give you rainbow roses, call you "Mon ange" he also would give you a free v.i.p Lynette and Freminet knew you very well because Lyney always talking about you, this happened on one of his shows. Lynette and Lyney were performing and Lyney made his hat float in the air, he then hit the top of it and cards fell from it he walked around it and kept pating the hat and cards were falling out when he stopped he put his hat back on and a dove came out of it flying away, then he stared doing more cards tricks he made 5 cards appear and they fell then he made 5 more and let go of them smiling and he spoke again with his charming voice

"But this isn't what you came for"

"These little tricks? You've seen them before"

He wasn't lying, you all seen these tricks before and you especially since you always watched his rehearsals after you started dating, you kept listening to you lovers voice his calming voice

"So it's time for something truly extraordinary"

"Don't you think?"

You and everyone were getting intrigued you didn't know which trick he's gone do and you were interested in the trick he's going to do, the only thing you knew is that Lynette gone be in it since she didn't appear earlier so you kept watching

"this one's a little tricky"

He put his hand together and opened them dove flying out of his hands It flew up to a water tank on which Lynette was sitting on top of it and started waving the crowd was clapping but continued listening to Lyney talking

"Using this water tank, I shall make my sister vanish completely"

"right before your very eyes"

Lynette finished waving and jumped into the tank she did a little twirl to show she's in actual water and waved again, everyone was clapping and so were you you saw this trick already but it still amazed you one way or another

"it's actually quite simple"

"she'll just turn into air bubbles and float right out of the top"

The tank then closed and locked Lynette looked like she was surprised and so were you, you saw this trick multiple times and the tank isn't supposed to lock itself Lynette tried to open the tank and Lyney then noticed that too

"oh no, I told them to check all the props carefully"

Lyney walked towards the tank and Lynette swam down a little bit

"With the lid on, even air can't escape... An amateur magician would be getting very nervous right around now"

Lyney then chuckled and looked at the crowd and made a silly pose that made you laugh inside

"Luckily it's me on stage!. So let me show you what a true virtuoso can do"

Lyney then snapped his fingers and bubbles started showing up in the tank Lynette seems surprised until there's so much bubbles she needs to cover her face, then the only thing you can see in the tank are Lynette clothes everyone starts talking and clapping even the Hydro Archon seems surprised

"Lynette. Are you still there?"

"Don't go too far. We don't wanna use up all our magic"

"Hi, I'm back"

Lynette then starts walking on the stage and everyone is clapping and you are relieved that Lynette was okay and joined the crowd in clapping, after a while the twins bow. Then it was time for the second trick and Lyney needed an assistant that wasn't Lynette he used the number generator and number 75 won the woman walked towards the box with the help of Lyney's assistant, then Lyney explained how the crowd needed to count down and entered the box

୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧

It was time for Lyney to come out of the box so you stood up and looked at the box in the middle of the opera and it worked he came out

"Ta da!"

The light then went towards the other box you were getting excited since you loved that trick the box was about to open until the tank fell onto the box everyone was shocked and so well you, you turned around to look at Lyney and you noticed how he seems to be paralyzed you wanted to run up to him but Neuvillette stops you from doing so you look at the stage and notice it was Lyney's other assistant that died not the girl after Neuvillette left and the others, you ran over to Lyney and hugged him tightly trying to calm him down a little bit and it worked Lyney relaxed but was still scared especially since he knew he's about to be put in trial with his dear sister Lynette

"Lyney are you feeling a little bit better?"

"yeah... yeah can we go somewhere else please?"

"yeah of course let's go behind the stage"

You and Lyney went behind the stage and sat down you were rubbing Lyney's back to calm him down at least a bit more than before, finally he relaxed

୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧

It was the time for the trial you were standing between Lyney and Lynette willing to prove that they did no wrong, you knew they did nothing wrong you could see in Lyney's eyes the fear of what just happened you saw it all you could tell that man is inccocent but will you think like that again after he lied...?

"tell me aren't you and Lynette actually from the House of the Hearth"

"huh?"

"that's irrelevant.Our identities have nothing to do with what happened"

Lyney's voice was breaking, he noticed your reaction, the reaction of betray...

He could tell you were about to cry he already saw the tears

"you honor may I request a break from the trial"

"Permission granted"

Before Lyeny could speak you already left and went to sit on the stairs in the main entrance thinking about what just happened you were confused or maybe angry with him? You honestly don't know, you knew Lyney for a while and felt so special with him he wouldn't lie to you would he? You were honestly confused did he ever love you? Or was it all an illusion created by the magician Lyney?

୨⎯ "With Lyney" ⎯୧

Lyney was sitting behind the stage on a couch crying his eyes out he wanted to tell you he really did he was planning to but he was too late lady Furina already exposed him and he could tell you hated him with a burning passion, after all the Fatui did take away you family from you... while he was crying Lynette was watching she felt bad she knew he loved you a lot so she decided to look for you, she quietly left the backstage and started looking for you for Lyney's dear Mon ange she would only do it for him and you nobody else, nobody else other than her brothers and you matter to her, Lynette was walking towards the main entrance and noticed you sitting on the stairs and walked up to you if she's begin honest she also felt embarrassed about the situation like Lyney, you were her best friend and she didn't tell you either she sat next to you and spoke.

"[Y/N] I know you are mad at me and Lyney I fully understand that, I know we didn't tell you but we had our reasons Lyney loves you and he wanted to tell you he really did"

"then why didn't he tell me? I'm so confused right now since when and why?"

"It's not me who should tell you that please go talk to Lyney he's behind the stage crying his eyes out you will understand everything later on so please go and talk to him before the trial starts again"

And that's what you did you stood up and walked towards the backstage you were still wondering if you were making the right choice do you actually want to go up to Lyney and talk? Or maybe you just want to end your relationship, you are very confused on what to do but you keep walking ready to be met with Lyney still worried what to do will you guys break up or stay together that's something you and Lyney need to talk about eventually you arrive behind the stage and see Lyney crying his eyes out you decided to walk up to him and hug him to make him feel better, Lyney hugged you back and was crying even more

"I'm so sorry mon Ange, I'm really sorry"

"Lyney please tell me why"

"Where should I start I guess I start from that me and Lynette used to be homeless, it was hard for us to get food, from watching outside performances I learned how to do magic and got some money eventually a noble man took me and Lynette in after he saw me and Lynette performed one day when we were returning I didint see Lynette anywhere and I asked the man... he said somebody got a liking to Lynette and send her over to him as a present, he had multiple young girls there and he was gonna hurt them and Lynette when I got there he was already dead, Lynette was saved by Arlecchino as a thank you I joined the Fatui, I swear Mon Ange we not trying to destroy Fontaine we want to help it"

"Alright I get it but why Didn't you tell me before?"

"I wanted to but lady Furina did it before me I'm sorry Mon Ange"

"it's fine, I believe you, now let's get the trial done and prove you are innocent but firstly you need to tell me the full truth"

୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧

You and Lyney won the trial you both were really happy Lyney hugged you and spined you around from Happiness and eventually kissed you on the lips with all his real love

[ambcass]

ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ || ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n: thank you all for your requests! A lot of the fic is in my drafts rn but I can squeeze in a few more. if u see this, feel free to request smth :) THIS IS MY FIRST DARK FIC

MDNI! DEAD DOVES DON'T EAT

tags: Yandere! Jaime, swearing, female reader, helpless reader, kidnapping, angst, fluff if you squint your eyes, obsessive praise (if that makes sense), drugging, needles, fight scenes, knife, blood, PET NAMES USED (babe, baby, good girl, pretty, ect.) NO HAPPY ENDING😊. OUT OF CHARACTER BEHAVIOR

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Jaime loves you so much. He tells you every day how much he can't live without you being in his life. He clings to you like a lost puppy. Following you where ever you're headed. He tries to calm down when you're talking to another guy. Hell, he hates it even more when that guy you're talking to is one of his friends. After your conversation with Bart ended, Jaime walked up to you two and asked you to wait as he pulled Bart aside before coming back. Ever since Bart doesn't speak a word towards you. You obviously knew your boyfriend had something to do with it.

Later that night you guys had an argument. Like all arguments, he says things like “you wouldn’t leave me if you didn’t care.” , “Where’s the old you”, “C’mon my love, don’t act like this.” You always stayed. He said you were the problem and you believed him. You wanted to change, just for him. Not last night though. He sang the same song but you took it from a different approach. You spoke about possessive he’s been acting but he says that “it’s for your own good.”

You stormed out his house with so much frustration flowing through your body. Should of waited until the morning. You walked out his home and into the cold, dark night. Suddenly your phone kept buzzing. You opened it and it’s Jaime begging you to come back. Pleading you to not leave him but you don’t answer.

My Beetle💙: Eres tan dramatica! (You’re so dramatic) You know I just wnat the best for you… please baby text me back❤️

you ignored him. A few minutes later, your phone rings again.

My Beetle💙: I miss you bebe.

ignored again. At this point you were back home, lying on your bed. It got hot, really hot, but you had no AC nor a fan. Best idea you came up was to open your windows, wide. The air ran through your hair like a Disney princess singing a love song. Once more, your phone rings. This time you took a peak at the message.

My Beetle💙: Stop being for difficult for me. Don’t make me get you myself.

You didn’t think much into it. He has never physically hurt you. So you ignored it and went to sleep. What a mistake you made.

You next woke up to beeping and metal softly clashing to each other. Slowly opening your eyes, a head of dark blue and bright, glowing yellow eyes stared at you. You were about to scream for help but this figure covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. You kicked its stomach, rolled out your bed, and ran straight for the door. Before could run out, you turned back around to glance at your bed. He disappeared from your view and nowhere to be seen

I can run now, you thought. You turned back to the door and POW. A punch directly to the face. You fell to the ground. You, knocked up, on the cold bare floor. Your vision was blurry but you felt two fingers pulled your eyelids down to close them. Before you were completely out, you felt yourself being dragged by foot off to somewhere.

Once you woke up and your vision was starting to clear up, it didn’t take you a long time to realize that you were tied up to a chair in an empty room. You tried breaking free but the ropes were too tight. You shouted,

“Help me! Someone please…” Foot steps slowly creeped behind you. That gradually got louder and louder, until they stopped. You felt a presence lean behind you. Then a tip of a knife was then placed right beside your lip.

“Nu uh. Don’t speak sweetheart, unless you want me to carve this pretty little mouth into pieces” This tender, chilling voice could only belong to one person.

“J-jaime!?” Before you knew it, your cheek to slashed. You didn’t scream but you cried. Cried like a little baby with blood oozing out of you and dripping on the floor. Jaime circled around you until you met your gaze. He lifted your chin.

“Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” He pulled out a white paper napkin and started to wipe the dripping blood from your cheek. “Isn’t that much better, mi amor?” Tears were flooding down your eyes. You had so many emotions packed up but you knew you couldn’t show them. The consequences may cost your life.

He whipped out another napkin and wiped your tears for you. “It’s okay pretty, you’re safe with me…” he wrapped your head around his arms and held you close to him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Jaime lets go. The blood on your cheek stained on to his shirt. He bends down and kisses your wounded cheek.

“Well, my sweet girl didn’t want to listen to me. She didn’t understand how much I wanted to protect her. She insisted on talking to some other guy but me-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“He’s your best friend! And I’ve known him longer than you did. I don’t know why-“ you tried to prove your point but he slapped you for cutting him off. Left a red handprint on your face.

“You need to learn how to be a good girl for me,” Jaime said in heartless tone. “So the two of us will just spend some quality’s time with each other. For a very long time.” He smirked when he saw you shake your head nonstop. He had the apprehend here. He had full control of you now. He pulled out a needle with some type of drug in it.

“Please Jaime, I’m sorry. I’ll never talk to any guy but you. Don’t do this, I love you.” You pleaded him to stop but he doesn’t. He slowly circled behind you. He brushed his fingertips starting with your head to your arms. He moved your hair aside and kissed your neck softly. You were so focused on this caring side of him, you failed to notice the fact that he was injecting that needle into your immune system. You got tired. Very tired. Your eyesight slowly blurred up as you fluttered eyes more frequently.

“You’ll be good as new when you wake up, I promise” was the last thing you heard from Jaime before it was all black. Last thing your own conscious heard and felt anything.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Cas' pulse is always slightly off- not a human or animal rhythm, too perfect, like a watch ticking.

at night, Dean curls up against Cas' chest to sleep, because his heartbeat sounds like when he was little and scared of the dark, but the dingy old clock on the wall of the motel ticked to keep him company while he fell asleep.

Dean had always imagined angels as pillars of light or flame, but Cas isn't like that. He's not a light in the darkness, he's a loud clock in a quiet dark house. Just as much of a source of comfort and refuge from whatever is lurking in the dark, but not bright or harsh or demanding. A beacon that is gentler but further reaching, that Dean could focus himself on, steady himself by. A soft, regular thing that allowed Dean to rest instead of lighting up the dark.

tickticktickticktickticktick

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One day the clock stops ticking.

ticktickticktickti-

What is there for Dean to keep his time by without it?

How do you restart a clock so big you can barely see it (a heart so big you can barely see it)

All Dean needs is more Time

[explorersaremadeofhope]

Fellas is it gay to dress another man in a fursuit and lead him around on a leash for weeks in the name of strategic subterfuge

[electric-friend]

currently craving stede-centric angst like nothin else and there’s just not enough of it in the world to satiate my desires lmao

[rose-tinted-vision]

Relationships: (Established) Yu Shisan/Qian Zhao, (Background) Ning Yuanzhou/Ren Ruyi, Ning Yuanzhou & Qian Zhao, Yu Shisan & Ren Ruyi

Summary: The (not so) grand reveal

[indigosabyss]

*shaking in rage* ok i cant let this injustice go on for any longer. next sam fic is dealing with his insecurities about his intellect. in like. five months.