#anyway. please let's suffer together anon

[stormyoceans]

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ok now imagine what should have been in vv boxset. I hate everyone involved in the decision not to put this boxset on sale!

NOT ME MANIFESTING AND HOPING AND PRAYING AND WAITING FOR MORE THAN A YEAR TO GET A DECENT KISS INITIATED BY ONE OF SEA'S CHARACTERS ONLY FOR P'AOF TO CUT SUCH AN AMAZING ONE OUT OF THE SHOW LIKE AM I A JOKE TO THAT MAN ✋😭

i mean i haven't rewatched last twilight since it ended, so my memory of the kiss we did get in the last episode is a bit fuzzy, but i do remember it not being one of jimmysea's best, and also that a lot of people were talking about how it looked pretty stilted and not that great. WELL LET ME TELL YOU. if p'aof had kept THIS one??????? no tongue would ever rise against jimmysea and call them bad kissers again because THAT SURE IS A KISS

on another note, and to answer what this message is actually about, PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME OF ALL THE THINGS WE HAVE LOST IF I THINK ABOUT ALL THE EXTRA CONTENT AND DELETED SCENES WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN FROM A VICE VERSA DVD BOX SET IM GONNA START CRYING THAT'S TRULY THE WOUND THAT WILL NEVER HEAL MY 13th REASON MY VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY LIKE

THE WAY WE WILL NEVER GET TO SEE THIS SCENE FROM THE TRAILER HAUNTS MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT AND MY EVERY SLEEPING HOUR IT MAKES ME WANT TO COMMIT GRAND SCALE LARCENY SO BADLY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : (College AU)non!idol!Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; bullying ; depression ; attempted su*c*de ; major angst ; is it considered fluffy at the end or more yandere the way that Seungmin acts at the end??? ; let me know!!! Word Count : 4.6k Request : Anon : depressed reader gets actively bullied and bruised which leads to a suicide attempt. seungmin never thought it was that serious once she brought it up to him. but after her failed attempt he is now extra careful with her and maybe a bit mad at himself for not taking it seriously. A/N : PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE CLICKING READ MORE!! To the anon that requested this, I hope you're still here and you remember sending this in! I'm finally posting it!! I hope you enjoy it! The gif came from this blog!!

It rained again today… It seemed like everyone on campus knew that the storm was coming, everyone but you. Umbrellas were pushed open all around you as you quickly put your hood up, the downpour was torrential and you were soaked within the first minute of your walk back to your dorms. It didn’t help that people seemed to be purposely angling their umbrellas so that whenever you walked by, the rain from the top would pour onto your head. 

You’re overthinking it… There’s no reason anyone would purposely do something like that to you. You don’t deserve that. Is what everyone else would say, even your boyfriend… And you would have believed them if not for the insults that were constantly hurled in your direction and the scrapes and bruises that littered your knees and elbows from being pushed around and laughed at when you fell to the ground. You didn’t believe them… And they didn’t believe you. 

By the time you got to your building you were dripping wet, but the attacks wouldn’t stop until you were behind closed doors, in the safety of your room, at least for the next couple hours until the next day started and you got to go through it all over again. That was your life, a constant repeat of the day before, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take. 

As soon as you walked through the front door of your building you heard it, the laughter of the girls who seemed to make it their job to make sure your life was hell. You weren’t sure what you had done to make them hate you so much, you had never even talked to them, but they still decided to target you. 

“God, look at the shit they let live in the building with us.” One of them said, although you sure it was the main girl talking. Every clique had a leader, and it was obvious that she was the leader of the group. Everyone else just decided to follow along, and maybe it was because they were scared of being on the receiving end of the girls shit. You were done being scared though, you had simply become numb to it. “What should we do? She looks like a fucking sewer rat, dripping shit all over the entrance. Disgusting.” 

You couldn’t walk fast enough, and even if you tried to, you were sure that she’d catch up. She was following right behind you, and before you could even get your foot on the first step, you were being pushed, your knee cracking loudly as it hit the edge of the stair. You didn’t make a sound, you didn’t wince, you didn’t cry, you just got back up, trying your best to focus on anything but the pain that shot through your leg as you continued walking up the stairs. 

“Now she’s an injured rat, maybe she should just put herself out of her misery. It’s not like anyone wants her here anyway.” They all laughed, like your pain and your suffering was entertainment for all of them. Maybe they were just bored… It’s not like you could do anything about it. If you said anything, it would only make things worse and no one would ever believe you… You were nobody… There wasn’t a single person who would notice if you were gone. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning if you want to go out and get breakfast together before class.” Seungmins voice came through the speaker of your phone as it sat on the bed. You hummed softly, not in agreement, not in disagreement either though. It was a sound only to let him know that you were there, that you were still listening. “Did you bring your umbrella with you today? It was raining really bad.” 

You hummed again, once again becoming aware of just how wet you were, your clothes soaking through to the mattress that you were sitting on. “Yeah… I’m gonna take a shower and then a nap… I’ve got a lot of studying to do… Want to be well rested.” You muttered, your voice almost robotic, but he didn’t pick up on it, or maybe he did and he just decided to ignore it. 

“Alright. Don’t study too hard. I’ll see you in the morning, I’ll pick you up.” His voice was as cheerful as usual, not a care in the world… and why would he have one? He didn’t go through what you did. He didn’t know what it was like, and he refused to believe that it happened to you… In his eyes, everything was perfect. Nothing was ever wrong because it didn’t hurt him… not personally at least. 

That’s how it always was… He either didn’t want to believe that such horrible people existed, or he just blew it off, assuming that you were making it seem worse than it actually was. That’s why you didn’t even tell him anymore. You were tired of wasting your breath, trying to call out for help, trying to get him to listen to you and be there for you. It was all pointless. Nothing would ever change… Not for you, not unless you did something… You were the only person who could help yourself. 

Your roommate wasn’t back yet, she was always out late studying. It was the perfect opportunity, the perfect time. No one would ever know, and by the time they did, it would be too late. You weren’t going to continue being tortured, you shouldn’t have to continue suffering just to make other people's lives easier, to give them their daily dose of entertainment. You shouldn’t have to go through hell just so someone’s perfect view of the world wasn’t soiled. 

Your phone was left on the bed as you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and taking a deep breath. It would be over soon, it would all be over soon. It’s not like anyone wants you here anyway… Those words repeated over and over in your mind as you dug through the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the razors that you had bought a couple months before. They were purchased right before your talk with Seungmin. You had wanted so badly for him to listen to you, to tell you that everything would be okay, that he’d help you… You were wrong in wanting those things, you hadn’t gotten any of them. You weren’t sure why you had even held out this long after the talk, it’s not like anything was getting better, and you knew then that nothing would ever be better. 

The hoodie that you had been wearing was pulled off, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud, the soaking fabric creating a puddle where it landed. The shower was turned on, the spicket turned all the way to hot. If this would be your final moment, you at least wanted to be comfortable for as long as it lasted. 

Hesitating was something you did often. You hesitated when having to pick a multiple choice answer on a test. You had hesitated a little too long when you were called to the front of the class to answer a question on the board. You even hesitated when Seungmin had asked you to be his girlfriend. Hesitation was just… your thing. Not now though, you didn’t hesitate at all as you climbed into the tub, lowering yourself down into the tub. There was no reason to take pause, your decision would affect no one, no one but yourself, and the only effect it would have on you was positive. You would finally be free, and you saw nothing wrong in wanting that. 

It was much easier to sleep, to let yourself drift off knowing that you’d have no worries left, knowing that once your eyes were shut, they would be shut for good. You let your wrists fall into the water that filled up around you, focusing only on the sound of the shower, the way it felt like rain as it poured down around you. You’d be okay soon, and while you didn’t know where you’d go or what would happen next… At least you wouldn’t be in hell, at least not this one. 

“I really have to go to the bathroom, stupid rain. Just wait here, I’ll be out soon.” Your roommate said as she burst through the door, the rest of her study group drenched as they filed in behind her. She knocked once on the door to the bathroom, then once more, rocking back and forth impatiently as she waited for you to give her the okay to come in. “Fuck it!” She called out as she pushed open the door, coming to a full stop when she saw you, the bath water a dark red as it inched closer and closer to spilling over the sides. “Help! Come help me! Oh my god! Call an ambulance! Fuck! What the fuck!?” She shouted, running over to the tub and grabbing your arms, holding them above your head to try to stop the bleeding. 

The rest of them rushed in, some of them screamed when they saw you, your color almost completely drained. Others were pulling out their phones, trying to make the same call at the same time. The ones who screamed were ordered to come over and help, their hands shaking as they tried to help your roommate pull you out of the tub. The others who were on the phone were all trying to tell your roommate and the few others what to do to try to help, at least until the paramedics arrived. 

It was strange how even with all the commotion, your mind was happy. You could hear all of it, but you refused to focus on it, scared that if you did it would bring you back to the hell that you called life, the hell that you were trying to escape. “Why would she do that? Why? Are her grades bad? She could have come to study group with us!” Someone had shouted, and if you weren’t feeling so tired, you might have actually laughed. Your grades were the least of your problems, they weren’t even on your list of problems. Of course, your roommate had never believed you either, so she had probably never brought it up to the rest of her group. 

“Check… Check to see if her heart is still beating!” One of the guys shakily ordered, and your roommate pressed her fingers against your neck, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on the feeling of the faint beat that came a little too slow. Time was running out, and you felt it too, it was a good feeling, to know that soon you’d gone. There would be no more suffering, no more nights spent lying in your bed crying as you wished that someone, anyone, would understand you, that they’d just listen. 

Sirens sang outside the building and you wished that you had done it earlier, that you hadn’t even answered the call from Seungmin. Maybe if you had cut a little deeper… maybe you had been hesitating, a little bit of hope left that maybe now someone would help. Did you really want to die or did you just want things to get better? Would things even get better? At least you were feeling tired, no matter what happened now, you’d be so out of it you wouldn’t remember. Maybe you wouldn’t wake up, maybe it would still work. Maybe… 

“Dude, have you seen on twitter?” Jisung asked, leaning back in his chair as he scrolled through his phone. Seungmin was sitting across from him, more focused on his meal. “There was a freaking suicide attempt back on campus… there’s literally live updates right now.” Seungmin rolled his eyes, not nearly as impressed as Jisung for some reason was. “That looks a lot like Y/Ns building! You should call her! See if she knows what’s going on!” 

The last thing Seungmin wanted to do was bother you when you had told him you were studying, but by the way Jisung was looking at him, Seungmin knew he wouldn’t let up. “Fine… But I’m not gonna force her to look at that. She can’t handle that kind of stuff.” He mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It’s not just that you couldn’t handle it, you absolutely hated stuff like that. You couldn’t even watch horror movies without hiding in Seungmins shoulder for the better half of the movie. 

Jisung watched as Seungmin dialed your number, his knee bouncing so much under the table that Seungmin could feel it in the floor. “S-Seungmin!” A male voice came over the phone, it wasn’t you at all, and the man sounded breathless and his voice was shaky. Now, Seungmin wasn’t the type of person to jump to conclusions, but he couldn’t help but get a little worked up when he heard anyone but you on the other end of the line. 

“Who are you? Where’s Y/N?” Seungmin hissed through the phone, his fist already balled up on the table as he awaited an explanation. Knowing you it would probably be a good one, one that would have Seungmin feeling foolish while laughing about it later with you. You probably just left your phone at the cafe that you always went to… But that wouldn’t explain the urgency in the person's voice… This was someone who knew something or had done something and it wasn’t good. “Where is she?” Seungmin asked again, and he could feel Jisungs eyes on him, eating up the drama without a word, enjoying it far too much since he wasn’t the one personally involved in it. 

“Hospital… Ambulance… Lia found her… Come fast…” The man said, and then the line went silent, leaving Seungmin to put the pieces together. He reached across the table to grab Jisungs phone, still open to the twitter feed about the attempted suicide, and as he scrolled through the pictures it became quite clear to him. Your room, with the yellow tape making a big X across the door, your bed that was still made just as it had been this morning. Your bag sat on the floor next to your nightstand where you always left it… And on the nightstand table was a picture of you and him together. 

“H-Hey! Where are you going?!” Jisung shouted as Seungmin pushed away from the table, his chair falling back and crashing against the floor as he ran to the front door and pulled on his shoes. The trip that he and the guys in his club had gone on had him miles away from you, of course that’s how it would work out, why wouldn’t it be like that? He needed to be with you the most right now and it would take him hours just to get there. “What is going on?! Come on, dude! Tell me!” 

“It was her!” Seungmin shouted to Jisung, although nothing would stop him from moving forward right now. He was on a steady track and it led only to you. He wasn’t crying, not yet, for now he kept the tears at bay with nothing but anger. Anger towards himself for not being there to stop it, anger with you for doing something so stupid. Did you even know what that would have done to him? He loves you, and you were going to just take yourself away from him like that without a word? Why didn’t you talk to him? Why didn’t you tell him? What was going on that would make you think to do something like that? He didn’t get it, and that was only pissing him off more. Right now he just needed to get to you, make sure that you’d be okay. 

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“She lost a lot of blood, so we had to do a transfusion. She’ll be okay, we just need to keep watch over her, make sure everything stays good.” 

“Can I see her? Why aren’t you letting me in her room? What’s going on? Let me see her!” 

“They would like to talk to you first… Before you see her…” 

He sat in the lounge room, his hands folded on the table as he looked at the officer across from him. He didn’t know what it was about, but he tried his best to keep calm even though all he wanted to do was get to your room and sit beside you. “Kim Seungmin… You were her boyfriend, right?” The officer questioned and Seungmin narrowed his eyes as it set in that he was about to be interrogated for this shit. 

“I am her boyfriend… Present tense…” He responded, quite snarkily, but this felt like a complete waste of time to him. “Is there a reason why you’re doing this? Do you guys think someone else did this to her and set it up?” 

The cop shook his head, leaning back in his chair as he looked over Seungmin. “Where were you tonight? How did you know to come here? Seems like you came pretty fast too… Like you knew this was going to happen…” 

Seungmins eyes went wide and his jaw was slack as he stared at the officer. How could someone even insinuate that this was somehow his fault? “I was three hours away with my club. I’ve been out for almost a week going to different high schools trying to get people to apply to the university. I called her because my friend saw a bunch of posts on twitter about something happening… I didn’t know it was her until some random guy answered and told me.” He ran his hand through his hair, his teeth gritted as he closed his eyes, his composure slowly wearing thin. “I came fast because she’s my girlfriend… I’d like to think that anyone else would do the same thing. I broke a lot of traffic laws to get here as fast as I did.” 

“Do you two ever fight? Does it ever get physically violent?” The officer rapidly tapped his pen against his notebook, the sound going straight to Seungmins head, driving him absolutely crazy. The assumptions were absolutely preposterous, only fueling his anger towards the entire situation. 

“Look man, I don’t know what kind of information you’re fishing for, but I didn’t do anything. I’ve never laid my hands on her. I love her… And I really want to be with her right now. Can we be done with this?” 

“So you love your girlfriend so much, you never laid a hand on her… Yet she’s covered in bruises? If we didn’t know any better, it looks as though someone might have mistook her for a punching bag.” Seungmins stomach dropped as he listened to the officer, and while he knew that he himself hadn’t been the one to cause those marks on you, a certain rage built inside of him as he tried to think about who would hurt you like that. “Do you know of any accidents she might have been in to cause her kneecap to be entirely shattered? Do you know anything at all?” 

His head shook as his tears finally began to fall. You had never told him anything… What had happened to you while he was away? “I… I don’t know… I’d just really like to see her… Please…” His head dropped into his hands as he sobbed quietly, his body shaking with ragged breaths. 

Seungmin was no help to the investigation, and the officer quickly realized that, helping him out of his chair and then leading him out of the room, motioning towards the closed door that would soon open and reveal you to him. Were you awake yet? He had so many questions that he wanted to ask you, but the biggest question of all was why… Why would you do something like that? If you answered that one question, he’d have the answer to a lot of his other questions too. 

The nurse let him into the room, and seeing you, it had his heart breaking. You looked so weak, so fragile, your arms were completely wrapped up in gauze, your leg had been casted and hooked to a strap in the ceiling to keep it elevated. “Are you sleeping?” Seungmin whispered as he got closer to your bed, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he stood beside you. The IV for the blood that was being pumped into you had to be inserted in one of the veins in your neck, the sight of it causing a cold chill to run up his spine. “I’m here now…” 

“Do you… believe me… now?” Your voice was so quiet, and your eyes were still shut, if there had been other people in the room he would have sworn it was someone else talking, but you were the only one there, and now he was trying to think of what you could possibly mean. “Was this… enough?” 

His hands held onto yours a little tighter as the reels in his mind turned, trying to understand what you were talking about, but nothing was coming up. “What are you talking about? I always believe you… What happened? Tell me, please… I want to help you… I don’t want this to happen again… Talk to me…” 

Your fingers twitched against his own, yet your eyes seemed to be glued shut, and even as he was watching your face, it didn’t even look like your mouth was moving even though words were coming out. “People are bad… Seungmin…” People are bad…. What does that even mean? What do you mean? Your answers were only creating more questions for him. 

“Visiting hours are over now, sir.” The nurse said from the door. He hadn’t been given enough time though, he needed to know, he needed to know what you were talking about. His head shook rapidly as he kept watching over you. He didn’t want to leave you, even if you didn’t answer any more of his questions, he wanted to stay beside you. “She needs to rest, sir… You can come back in the morning to see her. Okay?” 

It’s not like he had a choice, and he didn’t want to have to be escorted out by the officer who interrogated him, so he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before walking backwards to the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow as early as I can… I promise. I’ll be back.” 

People are bad… He mulled over the words in his head as he walked through the parking lot and climbed into his car. What the hell did it mean? He couldn’t ask you now… And the only place he could go for any sort of answer was your dorm. Was it still taped off? It’s not like it was a crime scene… It should be open. 

The building wasn’t too far from the hospital, he was there within ten minutes, and when he pulled up he could see a group of people sitting on the bench outside smoking a cigarette. You always told him how you hated that, having to walk through the cloud of smoke just to get to the front doors, and it seemed like they would purposely blow it in your direction… People are bad… He’d always tell you that it was just the wind blowing it towards you, that people wouldn’t purposely do something like that. 

“I can’t believe she actually did that. What a fucking drama queen.” “She didn’t even write a note. It’s like she was looking for attention.” “How embarrassing for her boyfriend. He’ll probably dump her. Nobody wants to date the campus suicide risk.” “Oh please, it was embarrassing for him to date her in general. I’m sure he only did it out of pity.” “Whatever, the bitch should have cut deeper.” 

How could they talk so harshly about you? Were these the ones… the ones that you had told him about before? “Do you believe me now?” He hadn’t believed you then… If he had, would you have done this? He could have stopped them… He would have stopped them. They were still talking, loud enough for everyone to hear… And no one cared. No one cared enough to tell them to shut up, no one… You could be dead… And they talked about you like you were shit. 

“Hey, at least we’ll have a couple days out of class… You know… For like… Guidance or whatever.” “Oh yeah… We’re super torn up about it…” “If she would have done it right we’d probably have a week or two. Ugh… I swear, she’s fucking useless.” 

Red. All he saw was red as he got out of his car, slamming the door shut and going straight over to where they sat. “Shut up!” He shouted, and for a second, he thought they would keep quiet, but as soon as the initial shock wore off, they were all laughing. Their heads were thrown back as the boisterous laughter bounced off the walls of the building and rang in his ears. “I said shut up!” He screamed, and before he even realized what he was doing, his fist was cocked back and being thrown straight at the face of the girl who sat in front. 

Now, Seungmin wasn’t a violent person, not usually, but you were his girlfriend, he almost lost you, and while some might say that a college relationship means nothing, his relationship with you meant everything to him. “Hey man! What the fuck!?” One of the other girls shouted, her hand quickly moving to the main girl's face to catch the blood that trickled down her nose. “You can’t just fucking hit people like that! You’re a psycho!” 

Now it was his turn to laugh, his fists still balled up at his sides as he glared at every single person in front of him. “Really? I can’t just hit people like that but you can?!” The girl who had been hit scoffed loudly, her head rolling forward causing the blood to drip down her mouth and hang at her chin. 

“Don’t worry, he’s just the bitches boyfriend. She’s too much of a loser to fight back herself, I guess she got her boyfriend to do it for her. Or maybe she’s just not alive to do it.” She stood up from the bench, a cocky smirk on her face as she looked at him. “I guess she’s getting all the attention she wanted now. I did your bitch a favor. You’re welcome.” 

He completely lost it, he snapped, his hand flying back just to shoot forward, the smack that landed across the girl's face sounding much louder in the silence that surrounded them. “I find out any of you even so much as look at her… I’ll slit all your fucking wrists and break both your fucking knee caps. I’ll make you suffer, I’ll make you wish you were dead. I can and I will ruin you… Remember that.” 

He wasn’t this kind of person… Not before he had met you, but seeing you in the hospital bed, knowing that he had almost lost you forever, it had sparked something inside of him. He wants to protect you, he wants to keep you safe, and if that meant having to be like this… Then he’d do it without hesitation. People are bad… You weren’t wrong, people are awful… But he’d do everything and anything to keep those people away from you, to protect you from them. He’d stop at nothing to make sure that this never happens again. 

[jeonqkooks]

a fluff drabble ; 37 & 50 w the supernova couple:(

ways to hold the sun | jjk

SUPERNOVA SERIES MASTERPOST

pairing: jungkook x f!reader prompts: "you wrote me a song?" + "this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend the rest of my life with you." rating: PG genre/warnings: established relationship, idol au; fluff, itty bitty angst (for the supernova peeps?! shocking :o); kissing, implied smut, jk rides a motorcycle, unedited bc yolo 🤷‍♀️ word count: 1.8k note: thank you so much anon for sending in this request!! i'm almost a year late to this but like i always say, better late than never right? lol. anyways, this request gave me the chance to wrap up their story with a neat little bow. i can't believe this is the last thing i'll write for supernova :( this series will always be one of my personal favorites and i'm so emo that i'm ending their story with this drabble. but, they'll always have a special, special place in my heart and i'll always love them <3

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

How do you hold the sun?

The answer is simple.

You hold him with two arms wrapped around his waist - tightly, because it feels like he holds your life in the palm of his hand. In more ways than one, he does.

You hated that motorcycle that he loved so much, calling it unsafe even though he isn't reckless at all. He may be a daredevil sometimes, and the most adventurous compared to his hyungs, but Jungkook would never neglect his safety. He returns home to you every day, that's always his number one priority.

He'd convinced you to let him take you out on his motorcycle today, to this spot he knows just outside of the city to watch the sunset together. You'd been against the idea at first, but it was a losing battle and you were all too aware of it. Once he'd whipped out a pout and big puppy dog eyes, you knew you'd cave.

Now, as you sit behind him, holding onto him like a koala as the bike moves smoothly along with the wind, you're glad that you'd agreed to let him do this. The city grows smaller, and it feels like all of your worries seem more and more insignificant - manageable, like something you could easily overcome - by the second, until the whole skyline can fit into one single frame.

It feels nice, hiding in plain sight. The ridiculously chunky helmets that sit securely on your heads shield you from any and all outsiders. You can squeeze him as tightly as you want even at the red lights, and he can hold your hand without the fear of being recognized. To anyone else, you're just two lovebirds and a license plate. Two people in love. It's the most normal thing in the world.

When you arrive at your destination and he takes off his helmet, the radiance of his grin almost knocks you off your axis. It's ever-bright, filled with so much happiness that could make you cry for some reason. You'll never understand how a person can be the entire universe, so wonderful and spectacular and magnificent, but he is. He always will be.

There's that one poem that you hold close to your heart. Sometimes, when you retrace the words in your mind, you think it must have been written for you and him. "We deserve a soft epilogue, my love," it reads. "We are good people and we've suffered enough."

You aren't sure if you're a good person, but as he kisses you with so much love that must rival any other love in all of history, you think you do deserve a soft epilogue.

Your mother often says that good things should be repeated three times.

You and him.

You and him.

You and him.

How do you hold the sun?

You hold him with your fingers intertwined with his, a soft smile on your face, and dozens of polaroids scattered across the floor.

"Just one more," Jungkook says, reaching for the purple Instax again.

"Stop!" you laugh, lightly pushing him away when he tries to point the lens in your direction. "You've said that twenty times in the last two hours."

This is a new hobby that he's taken up. Ever since Hoseok gifted him the damn camera, it's all that Jungkook has been doing. To say that he was obsessed would probably be an understatement. He snaps photos of everything and nothing, of his meals whenever you draw a heart on his plate with the mayonnaise, of the crescent moon outside the window at night, of himself as he makes silly faces at the camera.

But most of all, he takes photos of you.

He keeps so many of them in his wallet that the stack of polaroids dedicated to you is thicker than all of his cash, which is to say that there's a lot. He keeps one in the pocket of every coat, because he said every time he reaches inside for warmth and finds a piece of you there, it makes him smile and forget that he's even cold at all. You'd nearly melted when he told you that. It was so earnest and pure that it almost made you feel guilty for ever thinking there'd come a day where the adoration he had for you could fill anything less than the sky.

"Please?" Jungkook pouts, before pulling you closer and kissing your cheek sweetly. "I need just one more for my new coat."

At this point, it's not a matter of having enough polaroids for his coats anymore. It's a matter of having enough coats for his polaroids.

You roll your eyes with playful endearment, but you allow him regardless. It shoots pure serotonin through your veins when he grins. He lets go of your hands to hold the camera, immortalizing the grin that you mimic, a contented sigh leaving him as he takes the shot. He tells you he loves you afterward, like it's such a privilege to be able to have you at all.

No one ever warns you that when the sun holds you back, your heart will feel so full that it might just stop beating altogether.

How do you hold the sun?

You hold him with your face tucked safely in the crook of his neck, his arm around your body, rubbing odd patterns on your bare back.

You're both calming down from the hour-long session of twisting around in the sheets on a lazy Sunday morning, your only witness being the sunlight that creeps in through the slit between your curtains. Jungkook hums a tune that you're unfamiliar with, and the soft vibration of his chest almost lulls you to sleep again.

"What song is that?" you mumble, your eyes fluttering close.

"Your song."

"Hmm?" You don't quite register what his answer, you already have one foot in dreamland already. "My song?"

"Wrote it for you."

And suddenly, just like that, you're wide awake.

He presses an absentminded kiss against your hair, like this is all just common information.

"Huh?" You push yourself up to prop your upper body on one elbow, looking down at him with a slight frown. "You wrote a song for me?"

"Yeah," he chuckles at your reaction. His other hand that isn't touching your back comes up to brush your hair away from your face, tucking it delicately behind your ear. If you weren't too focused on a different issue, you would blush, even though this is something he's done a million times. "I wrote a song for you."

"Be serious."

"I am serious."

"How?" you ask, unbelieving. "When? Why?"

"What do you mean how? It's literally my job," he laughs, pulling you flush against his body again. "Why? Because I love you. When? I started writing it after we first met."

"Jungkook," you breathe, full of teary-eyed affection as you press a kiss to his jawline, his neck, the top of his shoulder, anywhere you can reach while he's embracing you this tightly.

You repeat his name three times, then three more, then three more, until you're a broken record and he has to shush you with a kiss, one that makes your knees buckle even though you're already lying in bed.

If the world wanted to take him away from you again, you really wouldn't be able to survive. So you hold him desperately, thinking that you never want to let him go. Praying that the world will let you keep him this time.

How do you hold the sun?

You hold him with all your might, even though you're blinded by how bright he shines. Even though he's the source of all life, and you're just a flickering light that can be snuffed out at any moment.

You're always the first person that he looks for. He runs to you at full speed, picks you up with his arms around your waist and spins you around despite your flushed cheeks indicating embarrassment as everyone - the staff and his members included - chuckles fondly at the sight. You can still hear the crowd out there chanting their names, still buzzing with postshow excitement. Jungkook is buzzing too, that much is clear.

You know he misses this - the stage, the fans, the bond he shares with all the people that adore him. It's in his eyes, the way they sparkle so brilliantly that could put stars to shame. If you were any good with words, you would write whole novels about the light in his eyes.

He presses you against the wall while everybody else carries on with their business. You suppose they're used to this from the two of you. The staff hurries to clear the set, moving equipment from backstage to the vans outside so they could finally wrap up an exhausting day. The boys shuffle wordlessly to their dressing rooms to wind down, to bask in the high that only the stage could bring them.

Jungkook peppers kisses all over your face, his nose bumping your skin as he moves from your forehead to your cheek, the bridge of your nose, to your jawline, to your chin, to your lips. You giggle quietly as you let him shower you with affection, the palpable love seeping through every kiss.

That is, until he says something that makes you stop breathing completely.

"Marry me."

You stare at him, dumbfounded, as you try to make your brain work again. His chocolate orbs stare back at you, and it feels like looking at the night sky on a cloudless night to find the entire galaxy twinkling, smiling down at you. It's unfathomable how you could be loved by someone like him.

"Marry me. Please, marry me." he says again, his fingers caressing your face like you're the most precious being he's ever seen. Before you can open your mouth to answer him, he continues, "This isn't adrenaline. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You know you're nothing compared to him who lies in the center of the universe. You will never be able to shine as brightly as he does, not even a fraction.

You know you're nothing compared to him, and yet, he revolves around you regardless. To the rest of the world, you're insignificant. You're merely a soul among billions of others. If you were to disappear one day, you don't think a lot of people would care.

But to him, you're everything. You're the reason he exists, you're his favorite person in the whole wide world, you're the only one who will ever have his heart, you're his soft epilogue. He doesn't dim his light for you, and he should never have to. Instead, he lifts you up. He makes you shine too, even if it's only the two of you who see it. It's only you and him, but it's more than enough. It's the only thing that matters.

So, the question remains: How do you hold the sun?

The answer, in the end, is simple.

You hold him with love.

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 25.06.23]

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch. 12 - Absolution

Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision | Mend | Hunger | Thin Mints | The Garden | Philip | Moments | Full Moon pt 1 | Full Moon pt 2 | Tend |

Author's Notes: shoutout to the anon who remembered that Matteo's shoulder is dislocated before I did

Content Warnings: werewolf whump, vampire caretaker, dislocated shoulder (and putting it back in place), severe pain, guilt, angst, biting, drinking blood, anesthesia by way of vampire

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Swirling shapes in Matteo's blurred vision slowly materialize into the coffered ceiling above. He stares at it for a long time. Not thinking, not feeling, just admiring the intricate pattern.

It is a newly familiar sight - the ceiling of the bedroom he has been allowed to stay in for a month now.

But...maybe not for much longer.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off again...

Feeling returns like a blow to the gut.

"Wh- hah - ah - AGH!!"

A sharp spasm sends white hot pain shooting down his arm and up his neck. Matteo grits his teeth, holds his throbbing shoulder and breathes rapidly in and out through a surge of dizzy nausea.

In an instant Dante is by his side. He takes Matteo's wrist and carefully bites down, the slight pinch made less painful and more comforting by the knowledge that relief will follow.

"Wait," he pants, feebly batting at Dante's face, "stop..."

Dante goes still. Then the fangs pull free from his skin as cautiously as when they pierced it. He licks away the forming beads of blood.

"Matteo," he says calmly, "let me do this."

"I need...to talk to you..."

"You need to rest."

"Please!"

Dante stares at him.

"...fuck." He sits back in his chair and pushes his long hair back from his face. "You don't even need hypnosis."

Matteo catches his breath. He pulls himself together enough to look Dante in the eye.

"I'm sorry."

Dante's expression softens. "Matteo...we can talk about this when you feel better."

His tone is so gentle it brings tears to his eyes.

"I should have told you. You deserved to know what was staying under your roof. I knowingly put you in danger."

"Matteo - "

"It was so nice to just feel normal for a little while," he admits. "I thought if you knew it would ruin everything, but I ruined everything anyway."

Dante is quiet, processing the confession. He doesn't look angry - he looks hurt, which feels even worse. When he finally speaks his words are considered and careful.

"You know what I am. You know I'm not normal. Didn't you think I would understand?"

Matteo blinks quickly and feels a lump form in his throat. His emotions are always heightened in the days immediately following a full moon, and pain isn't helping.

"Yeah. I know. I know. It's not that I thought you wouldn't. I thought - I sort of thought - um - " Matteo groans and covers his face with his good hand. "God, this is going to sound so stupid."

Dante waits. Doesn't rush him.

"I guess I thought vampires and werewolves were enemies. That's what happens in all the books and movies right? What if we're supposed to hate each other?"

Dante has a strange look on his face. The hurt is gone, replaced with relief and subtle amusement.

"Did you know that in some stories, vampires can also turn into wolves?"

"Really? So...can you?"

"No, I can't. And if that version isn't true, then maybe the version where we hate each other isn't either."

If Matteo only knew how someday he would look back on those words as the moment his heart belonged to Dante.

And it is that same moment when his shoulder decides to twinge. He squeezes his eyes shut and hisses.

Dante moves to the edge of the bed and gingerly feels over the injured area.

"How did I miss this?" he mutters, "It's dislocated. Hold on..."

Matteo whines when Dante's cool hands disappear to grab a book from the nightstand and flip through it. He closes his eyes, bites his lip and suffers in silence while Dante reads.

"I think I can fix it. But only if you let me numb you."

Matteo nods in frantic agreement. "Yes. Yes, okay."

Those hands return, cradling Matteo's hurting arm. Then fangs puncture the skin and a cool numbing sensation bursts from them and spreads over him like a soothing breeze. Matteo lets out a long sigh.

"Have a snack while you're there," he offers drowsily.

Dante must be thirsty if he acquiesces so quickly. When he pulls his fangs a way a moment later, he's licking blood from his lips.

"What does it taste like?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah, sure."

"It's hard to describe. But I guess the closest thing I can think of is...like warm tea with honey."

He doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that.

"Wow," he whispers. "That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said bout me."

Dante chuckles and Matteo regrets his eyes being closed before he can see it. He positions his hands on Matteo's arm and shoulder.

"Here goes nothing...one, two..."

Matteo shudders when his shoulder pops back into place but feels little more than a dull ache. He wants to say thank you but his thoughts turn to fog and the patterns on the ceiling fade away.

[vampsquerade]

Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end?

Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour.

Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,..

And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit)

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After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them which got him embarrassed when Ghost mention it when they got back to the base.

(andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)

hello anon! thanks so much for your request, i’m sorry for having taken so long to get to it because i will be honest, i rewrote this 29 fucking times…anyway, thank you for being as descriptive as possible because that really helped me out. and it’s okay! if you would like, feel free to leave a request in your native language so it’s more comfortable for you, i can translate it easily!

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Ghost x Male!Reader x Soap: One’s Company, and Two’s a Crowd

Trigger Warnings: angst wth a happy ending, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, gunshot wounds, past abusive relationships, relationship trauma, accidental confessions, reference of domestic violence

Simon and Johnny had, despite their slight differences, found themselves in a relationship together. Behind closed doors, the relationship was as domestic as it could get with an angsty man who’s had the worst of the worst happen in his life and a golden retriever boyfriend whose purpose for his traumatized lover was to show him there is some good in this world. Though his biological family is gone, Simon’s found his place in the Task Force and SpecGru; and a new member was just about to join the family. You walked into the room where Simon and Johnny were sitting, and his eyes grew wide when he saw you do a double take once you saw them. “Hey—who the fuck are you? How the fuck’d you get in?” he asks, quickly standing up.

Johnny’s quick to do the same, grabbing Simon’s hand tightly to hold him back. “Easy, Simon—let’s give him a chance to explain himself,” he says. His ocean blue eyes are soft as he looks at you, meanwhile Simon’s dark brown eyes are glaring into you so hard you feel like you’ll suddenly feel the blade of an invisible knife ghost against your neck before digging into you. “I’m new around here, sorry. The main contractor was telling me to try and introduce myself to anyone who’s around,” you explain. Your voice is so soft and so gentle, despite your military build. You’ve even got your arms raised in the air as a form of surrender. Simon, still wary of you, walks over to you and begins to frisk you for weapons. Satisfied that he doesn’t find anything, Simon lets you lower your arms before walking back to Johnny.

“You should probably learn how to fucking knock,” he scolds, glaring at you hard still. “He doesn’t need to knock Bonnie, this is the common room,” Johnny says before shaking his head slightly. “Sorry about that—what’s yer name? I’m Johnny and this here is Ghost,” he asks in a more kind manner. “Ah, cool. Nice to meet you two, please call me Y/N whenever we’re not on a mission or anything,” you say, giving the two a more peaceful and gentle smile. “Y/N…very nice name, I’ll say. Glad to have you on our side, too. I’m sure all of us will make some real good memories now that you’re here,” Johnny says. You can’t help but smile, nodding your head a bit, “Can’t wait to see what the future holds for us—this is going to be really exciting. I’ll be out of your hair now, see you around,” you say.

The duo then watches you give them a little wave once you step back out of the common room. It makes Simon sigh deeply, looking back down at Johnny. “M’sorry, love. I didn’t mean to snap on the kid like that…you know how I am…” he apologizes. It makes Johnny laugh, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek as he leads him back to the couch. “It’s okay, you’ll eventually warm up to him…I hope,” he says, wrapping his arms back around Simon. He does the same, holding onto Johnny once more and closing his eyes. “He seems…a bit promising, however. I’ll try my best to warm up to him…” Simon mumbles, nuzzling into Johnny’s chest. “Go at your own pace, alright?” Johnny reassures. Simon nods, sighing again as he closes his eyes. His lover’s embrace always seems to calm him for the better.

Time seems to fly, the more you spend time on base and out on missions, the more Simon and Johnny seem to notice you’re completely reserved to everyone else. The only time you ever speak is on missions, and even then, it’s only when you need to make call outs or call in a UAV. The two of them are impressed however, your ability to run and gun down enemies is something that they haven’t seen in quite some time. The way you carry yourself is with so much pride and a determination to do your job the best you could now that you’re in the big leagues, met only by the silence of someone who actively acknowledges just how good they are. It’s not arrogant or anything, as you tend to give everyone a thumbs up once you’re asked how you’re feeling before, during, and after a mission.

Outside the field, you’re even more isolated and really only hang around Johnny and Simon whenever they invite you to. You laugh at Johnny’s dumb jokes, picking up on some of his Scots and occasionally using it whenever the time is right. Johnny starts to feel drawn to you, and with your expertise in handling weaponry and staying cool in the field draws Simon closer to you too. It’s shocking, but it’s what draws the romantic duo closer to wanting to know you better. Johnny comes up with the idea to make you more comfortable, following Simon’s suggestion to get you closer to the two of them. It’s a big risk, he says, but Simon’s more than willing to make that risk for you.

You warm up to them both, talking more and more only when you’re with them. The prospect of potentially adding you to their relationship makes Johnny and Simon a bit excited. They begin to treat you nicely, waking you up whenever you’ve slept long enough, giving you coffee or tea if it’s too early in the morning, and treating you with a kindness you haven’t really felt in a long time. It almost feels…a little domestic. It’s a form of intimacy you didn’t even have in your last relationship, and in turn it makes you a bit wary. Still wanting to be friends with them, you just return the gestures whenever you can. Acts of service seems to be Johnny’s love language, and quality time seems to be Simon’s.

For you, it’s gift giving. You give them little trinkets and stuff you find—out in the field and in the cities you all travel to—showing them that you’re their friend and want them to know you appreciate them. It scares you, after a few months of doing this, as you eventually find yourself catching feelings for the both of them. It felt wrong, having such strong emotions for two men at the same time. It almost reminds you of your past relationship, except you were forced to share yourself with two different people who ended up forgetting you in the end. They’d exclude you and eventually started hurting you physically whenever you protested the relationship.

So once you wake up from a nightmare recounting that verg relationship while sleeping on the couch of the common room, Johnny and Simon are immediately alerted by this as they sit and talk seated at a table in the corner of the room. They see the cold sweat dripping off your forehead, your chest heaving slightly as you try to regain your breath and rush over. “Are you doing alright? What’s the matter?” Johnny asks, looking at you. “G-Get away…please��” you plead softly, shocking the duo slightly. “Bonnie, come on…we just want to help you…” Johnny says, reaching out for you. You crawl further back into the couch, as if scrambling to get away from them.

Simon, despite wearing his usual skull balaclava, is clearly distressed by your sudden behavior. “Do you…feel scared because of us…” he asks softly, trying to show his concern for you. Not a word comes out, however, a gentle nod of the head is the only answer given. “Do you feel comfortable enough to talk about it? We just want to understand…” Johnny says. You just remain silent, not even realizing that your body’s begun to tremble. “Please, let us understand…help us understand…” he continues to urge you. Feeling overwhelmed, you just push them away and quickly storm out of the common room.

The duo doesn’t move or go after you, opting to give you the space you clearly need right now. Weeks go by, and you’re sent back on another mission with Johnny and Simon. They could tell you’re still very much not willing to talk to them. The distance aches their hearts, as all they want to do is understand what’s hurting you. They don’t even realize that they’re the reason; you’d swiftly fallen in love with the two men, and you really don’t want to have a repeat of your previous relationship the more you fall. It hurt, and you didn’t want to see them hurt from it either. It’s distracting, especially on such an important mission like this. Suddenly, you can faintly hear your callsign being yelled.

“Liquid…”

“Liquid!”

“Liquid! Get the fuck down!”

You snap out of your thoughts once the disembodied voice yells at you, managing to hear a bullet whizz past your ear. Immediately you drop to the floor, clutching your TAQ-56 tightly in your hands. Not realizing the enemy’s become fully aware of your presence long before you started zoning out, the realization of three of you being pinned down where you were positioned really rang in your ears. Maybe it was just the bullet that whizzed past, or the thundering gunfire that surrounded you making your ears ring. Whatever it was, you forced yourself to wait for the enemies to call out to their own teammates when reloading to return fire.

The shootout lasts for a while and as a last ditch effort against the remaining 4 scattered enemies, one of them hurls an active frag grenade towards Simon. “Ghost, move!” you exclaim. Simon looks down and quickly moves back, firing at an enemy that appeared from the left of a different building. Running from your cover, fire is immediately opened on you as you grip the grenade and hurl it back to the one that threw it. A bullet pierces through you in an unknown area, pain immediately surging in your body as you fall to the floor. The grenade explodes on the enemy that tossed it, as well as his friend that happened to be unlucky enough to move forward. “Y/N! Streamin’ bloody Jesus!”

“I-I can’t go on anymore! Just know—I really love you guys!” you exclaim, not even paying attention where you had been shot at. Johnny comes out of his cover and fires at the remaining enemy before joining Simon at your side. Simon’s already removed your body armor and was in the middle of checking where the bullet hit you, and he seemed to have frozen in place at your confession. Johnny turns his attention to your leg before looking up at your face, “You uh…you’ll live, Liquid…you got shot in the meatier part of your calf,” he says a bit awkwardly. Instantaneously upon hearing you weren’t even dying, your heart dropped even further into the seemingly bottomless pit.

You just accidentally confessed.

The once talkative trio was now completely silent, being treated by medics and being moved to get further care for your gunshot wound. Simon and Johnny patiently wait to be allowed to see you and once they do, the tension in the room is just as heavy as it was back when you first joined the whole operation. “Y/N…we need to talk about what you said earlier,” Johnny urges gently. A deep sigh escapes you as you sit there in the infirmary cot. You’ve begun to play with the stitching to your jeans, huffing softly. “It was the heat of the moment…” you make an excuse for yourself, blaming it on the situation.

Simon raises his brow after, “You do know that that makes it all the more true. This isn’t something you can easily avoid,” he says, reminding you of the other side of the coin. Feeling defeated about this situation, your shoulders slump as you reluctantly look up at the couple. “Okay, fine—I’ve…I’ve had feelings for you two for quite some time but…ah…” You say, trailing off as different points come through your mind. Deciding to start on one, the look in your eyes becomes somber as the duo watches and patiently waits to hear what you have to say. “Can I first explain why I started pushing you guys away…?” you ask, hoping they’ll provide you a safe space to speak.

“‘Course ya can…go in and tell us, lad…we’re listening…” Johnny reassured you. Simon nods silently, waiting to understand why you began to act so distant in the first place. “Well…when my partner and I were dating, they decided to add another person to the mix…except, it was a blatant slap to the face,” you begin, feeling a bit overwhelmed as the story of your past relationship comes to light. Johnny and Simon both reach for your hands, gently holding onto and caressing them. They give you a moment to recollect yourself, clearly treating you much better than you had been treated. “It was only like that because it was basically a way for my partner to distance themselves and cheat on me.”

The last sentence makes Simon furious, and he squeezes at your hand a little tighter. You couldn’t help but keep going, “The two of them had degraded me and…sometimes they hit me…whenever I asked them to join or made a protest to the whole thing.” Johnny’s eyes, usually soft, looked immediately protective, “Oh bonnie…you didn’t deserve to be treated like rubbish like that. Is the ended relationship why you ended up joining the military, and eventually us?” he asks while reassuring you. A silent nod is your only response, as well as the quivers of pain and fear your body gives.

“I pushed myself away to keep myself from hurting like that again…from personal experience, I’ve become so afraid…” you say. Your own hands then hold onto Simon’s and Johnny’s a bit tighter, and they do the same. “We wouldn’t let that happen at all. Johnny and I here, well—the two of us have fallen in love with you at the same time. It’s completely understandable if you want to join or not,” Simon confesses, rubbing at the back of his still balaclava-covered head. “Promise we won’t ignore how you’re feeling…a relationship as big as ours relies heavily on trust so…” Johnny says, looking at Simon before you.

“Will you trust us?”

The question comes out of their mouths perfectly in sync, showing that giving you the move you’ve always deserved is something they both agreed on doing. A heavy and apprehensive silence filled the room, the 50/50 chance of you agreeing or not waiting to be flipped by a singular figurative scenario. “I’ll trust you…” eventually came out of your lips and confirmed your answer. Not even realizing they had been holding their breaths, Simon and Johnny sigh in relief. “Thank fucking God…” Simon says, putting a hand in his chest. Johnny chuckles as he leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“Best choice, Y/N…you’re going to be so loved…you’ve even got Simon all exasperated about this,” Johnny says, slightly joking with you. Simon grumbles, rolling his eyes as lifts his balaclava up before he leans forward and kisses your other cheek. “That’ll do…” he says, ruffling your sleeve a bit. “Thank you—I’m really hoping this could work out for us…” you mumble softly, kissing both Simon and Johnny’s cheeks. This was the staff of a new beginning, and the first step from healing what you’d experienced before. So much love was on its way to you, and you were just so happy.

[morallygreyyn]

I love your writing so much.

If it's not a bother, could I have a (maybe little bit ooc) scenario about Illumi realizing the people he hangs out with most (Hisoka and Reader, a truly chaotic duo) are dumbasses, but he loves enjoys having them around?

Thank you!!

those two idiots of mine (illumi x reader x bestfriend!hisoka) (scenario)

description: illumi has a semi crisis over his two self proclaimed best friends

authors note:  it’s not a bother at all and you’re so sweet anon! tbh this has to be my favourite request i’ve gotten so far. illumi dealing with his chaotic duo besties with begrudging love? sign me the fuck up <3

also this also had extrovert/introvert themes so i thought i’d include the mbtis of my boys

illumi: istj (according to a quick google search)

hisoka: entp (like yours truly) (i swear sharing an mbti with hisoka is my defining trait)

reader: whatever the fuck you are (insert your mbti here)

warnings: might be a smidge ooc, i really tried my best to make it have an authentic illumi feel but my guy is dealing with emotions so yk...

requests are open!

Of all the tiresome things Illumi had dealt with in his life, having you and Hisoka be his primary source of socialising might be top of the list. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you all started to meet up regularly for various things, nor could he remember when you had self proclaimed yourselves his best friends.

You and Hisoka were both utterly ridiculous, often matching each other's wild energy as if you were on the same brainwave.

Illumi began to question his ‘friendship’ with you when you and Hisoka started debating whether or not ketchup was a smoothie.

“It’s a blended fruit.”

“But you have it as a condiment with savoury foods.” You argued, whacking the magician’s head with a newspaper.

He swatted you away with an amused hum. “That doesn’t change its nature.”

“You don’t drink ketchup.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Illumi quietly listened to his two best friends argue as you all sat round a table.

As he watched the two of you bicker back and forth, he was unable to fathom your unique stupidity. The assassin understood that individually, his friends were incredibly intelligent and capable people. However once together, you two seemed to share the collective intellect of a prawn. 

“Illumi!” The assassin was brought out of his internal suffering by the very source itself. Both you and Hisoka had decided that for some reason they needed a third person’s opinions on your debate. 

“I’m not getting involved.”

“C’monn, please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll give Hisoka Killua’s number.”

“Ketchup is a savoury condiment, not a smoothie.”

You let out a whoop of victory, fist-pumping the air in your joy. “HA! Suck it Hisoka!”

“That’s no good, he’s biased.” Hisoka tutted, shaking his head and folding his arms. “You know Illumi always sides with you.”

“That’s because he loves me.”

“Unconfirmed by him.”

“Confirmed in his heart.”

“Does he even have one?’ Hisoka shot.

“Do you even have one?” You fired back.

“Touché.”

Illumi sat there locked in a daze, listening to his two best friends argue like children. Yeah, you two were both the biggest idiots he had ever met, but he wouldn’t change you for the world. Of course he would never say this, but it never stopped the two of you from trying. 

And so what if he loved enjoyed having the two of you around? Who would be able to tell anyway?

[seokmattchuus]

Hi I’m the anon that was asking about how many prompts I can request… I decided that I’m going to put them all in here and then you can pick what you want. If you want to make more than one go ahead of you want to use all of them in one be my guest, if you do use any of them, can it be with Matthew please hahahah okay so we are looking at 4, 5, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 20, 22, 24, 25, 27, 30… sorry for being annoying, if you want to ignore this you can haha I get it…

A/n: This took so fucking long and I'm so fucking sorry but I really didn't like it at first and it needed to marinate in my mind. Then I got sick and it's just been a mess, but long story short, here it is and it kinda sucks just a teensy tiny bit.

P.S. I don't think I proofread and I'm sorry. I couldn't bring myself to reread this and I don't have writer friends that I can send to look over 💀 We will suffer about it together <3

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"I can’t help but get a little angry when they’re looking at you like that." Matthew leaned over to whisper in your ear as he wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the table that sat behind you. "They've been staring all night."

"Cameras, babe." You reminded playfully, trying to get him to remember you were currently at an award show.

"Everyone knows we're together, anyways." He gave you a boyish smile. "It'll be good press for our collab, anyways."

You left him be and focused your eyes back to the stage.

Matthew's protectiveness was something you loved to see. After years of dating people who didn't seem to care, Matthew's attitude made you feel like a prized possession. As cringey as it seemed, it did feel nice to be wanted to that extent.

"Your stylist must hate me." He whispered again. "Remind me just once," He licked his lips. "Who do you belong to?"

You turned to him with wide eyes and smacked his arm.

"We're in ear shot of a lot of people." You whisper-scolded. "They know we're dating but they don't know we're dating seriously."

"Are you saying you don't want to say it out loud?" He raised a brow, the playful tone long gone. "Do I have to make it known that we're dating seriously?" His eyes were serious, but you didn't back down.

There was a time and place for everything, and this was not it.

"I don't know what got into you, but we have to behave here." You tried to ration with him.

"We can always find a way out." He countered.

"You wouldn't."

"Don’t tempt me." He stated simply. "It's not like I asked for much, just something to prove a point." He shrugged. "So, you can prove the point, or I can."

"Did something happen?" Your face and tone were serious now. "You're rarely like this at events like this." You could tell something was getting to him, but you weren't sure and as he kept this act up, you were getting worried.

You pulled your phone out to message your manager, asking for the keys to the car because you were feeling a bit sick. Within minutes, she was at your table, and you explained you'd run to the store and be back soon, plus, it wasn't fair to your members to be left alone. Before she could reply, Matthew told her he'd go with you, and you could see her caving.

In the end, you were given the keys and Matthew all but ran to the car with you barely keeping up.

Once the doors were closed, he couldn't help but pull you on his lap.

“Open your mouth for me, darling.” He whispered as he brought his hands up to your lips.

Your stomach was swirling at the thought of doing this in the back of the car. In the parking lot of the award show at that. Getting caught by anyone was a high risk.

"Don’t pretend to be so innocent, now.” He tsked. "At least the windows are tinted. If we're careful when we get out, no one will know."

You licked your lips before parting them and letting his fingers coat themselves in your saliva.

As he took in the sight of you, legs spread over his dress pants, looking all dolled-up while he had his fingers almost knuckle deep in your mouth, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You dirty, little slut." He cooed at you. "So oblivious, aren't you." He teased, one of his hands trailing down to pull up the hem of your dress so it was draped over his thighs. "I bet you couldn't hear them saying how much they wish they could be doing this to you."

Your eyes darted towards him, and you pulled back.

"That's what this is about?" You looked at him like he was crazy. "Because you're jealous?"

"And if you heard someone say how much they wish they could ride me all night long? How they give me a better night than you ever could? Right in front of you?" He paused and waited for a response.

You stayed silent, unable to think of how you'd react.

"That's what I thought." He scoffed. "Now be good for me."

He finished his sentence by roughly slamming his lips onto yours, the fingers that were in your mouth now moving under the dress and through your underwear.

"All this for me?" He smirked as his fingers were met with slick. "And to think.." He paused as his fingers slowly slid over your clit. "We wouldn't be doing this right now had you just said you were mine."

He let silence take over the car as his fingers quickly worked their way inside you, your legs unable to close due to being on his lap.

"Matthew-"

You started but got cut off as his thumb started working against your clit, your head falling against his shoulder in a silent scream.

"God, I hated hearing them talk about you like that." His voice was lower, almost a growl, as he roughly sucked hickies onto your neck. "You're fucking mine."

You wanted to respond, but with the way his hands and lips were working against you, you couldn't find it in you to make words.

He looked at the marks he left and his hand came up to grab your chin to make you look at him, the fingers that were inside you starting a rougher pace.

"Who left these marks on you?"

"Y-You, fuck." You felt your legs tighten around his thighs as your voice broke.

"Are you going to cover them up?" He challenged as his thumb worked faster against your clit.

You shook your head as you didn't trust your voice, your eyes closing as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Use your words, angel."

"No, fuck, no, just please." You could feel your face redden as the words just flew out of you. Something about Matthew always made you a mess.

“Say my name. Scream it.”

"Matthew~" You whined loudly, your legs shaking around him as you felt yourself cum undone.

"Louder."

"I-I can't," You gasped as you tried, and failed, to catch your breath.

"You don't have a choice here, angel." He gave you a boyish smile as he kept rubbing your clit, his free hand holding you in place as you started trying to back away. "Don’t forget who you belong to.” He paused to watch your mouth fall in an open scream. "I'll use you until I'm done with you."

He quickly pulled his fingers away from you and moved them to work against the button of his suit pants.

"Matter fact." He licked his lips as he pulled himself out of his boxers. “I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to." He smirked down at you as he moved both hands to move you over him.

Your mind was still hazy as you let out a chuckle.

"Do you think this is a joke?" He furrowed his brows, but his tone was full of amusement. Watching you lose yourself because of him was an ego boost he'd never get tired of.

"You're cute." You giggled until you felt him slide into you, the pleasure making you shiver.

"And you're cuter." He pulled you in for a kiss as you were fully sat on him, your hips moving before he could tell you to do so. He smiled into the kiss as his hands moved you faster against him.

“That's my good girl.”

[ro55ocorsa]

Honestly atp? I would gladly love for Carlos to quite that freaking toxic Leclerc cult that Ferrari is becoming. Like wtf are you talking about with "pausing the contract negotiation" while at the same time already preparing to have Leclerc for almost a whole more decade??? Like wth ??? Especially when besides Mclaren Charlos are the best drivers pairing for Ferrari. I'd argue the drivers aren't even remotely close to be the problem!!!

Also wtf is that ungrateful attitude with Carlos when he brought you your last fucking win! Like I freaking hate this. Also The Charles girlies should just admit they want to fuck Leclerc and get over it. Like I'm so fed up with them. Especially if they are the reason why Carlos will have to leave.

Ferrari will mess up big if they part way with Carlos. I'd argue that if they want Leclerc as their next WC, they SHOULD keep Carlos because he will never be a threat to Charles (not my opinion but the gen opinion I disagree with it). While going with another driver aka Alex will back fire greatly. But anyway if Ferrari wants to mess up not my problem I'll continue to support Carlos 🧡

Also I will not send this ask in anon I don't care about the haters let them come at me 😈

yeah i agree with this. I think Charles and Carlos are a very strong pairing just from the 'they work well together' stand point. That might change if there ever really was a championship on the line, but even if they fight on track they seem to get on well and their own strengths make up for the others weakness. But yeah. It's pretty clear who is most valued at Ferrari. Charles is THE golden boy for them and he is going to be 100% the priority, and Carlos the 2nd driver. Thats how its going to be with anyone until Charles stops driving for them, plain and simple. But I do agree there is often this attitude that Carlos isn't the one who's 'supposed' to win, and I agree he's been treated poorly after literally being THE ONLY NON RED BULL DRIVER to win against Red Bull. I think theres some salitness among the Chirlies cause of that lmao.

I think Charles suffers from 'he's the next big thing' syndrome, people are absolutely sure he can one day win with Ferrari and be their saviour, the whole 'predestiano' mindset has just really gotten to people. So they see Carlos as a threat to that. Which is why replacing it won't solve the Chirlie problem, they'll just move on to whoever ends up in Carlos' seat next if he does leave.

It does suck. Carlos' achievements can feel so undermined sometimes. Like he isn't worthy of being considered because he's 'Just Carlos Sainz Jr.' when he's proven to be a capable driver who really does deserve to be there. You can argue abuout him being just a nepo baby but I mean. Mick Schumacher couldn't stick around. Your name can only carry you so far, and I think Carlos has proved himself more than enough. It just sucks. I understand your frustration. 'They just want to fuck Leclerc' TRUE like i mean i understand the attraction guys but could you please stop trying to ride his dick in every situation like he doesn't need defending from his own teammate lmao.

But yeah. We'll be hated on together!

[tmntxthings]

Can we get some head canons of how the rise boys react to the reader getting hurt after the events of the movie? Definitely sprinkling some angst and fluff in there

Solace With You

author’s note: so i started this and my phone glitched after i had raph’s done and most of leo’s super sad it didn’t save D:

so i know this kind of deviated from what you really asked for, idk why but i couldn’t stop myself when it came to raph and leo, they had been through so much in the movie that I made it more about their sufferings and reader doing their best to comfort >.< please let me know what you think! i hope, dear anon, that this is still acceptable

i did get two out of the four though! maybe i can make a part two to get the flip side of leo & raph’s reactions… thoughts? anyways enjoy ~~~~

warnings: mentions of 2022 movie scenes, spoiler alert, violence, angst, fluff, established relationships, hurt to comfort

Raphael

you knew something was wrong when a whole day went by without even a message from raph, the two of you had a strict rule when it came to worrying about the other

you had went off to college that year, and it had made you busy and the communication wasn’t always there, raph kept busy too with hero duties

but when you had a paper due suddenly, forcing you to spend hours researching and more writing, you had passed out without a second thought forgetting about the rule

at the 24 hour mark, Raph asked Donnie to borrow the turtle tank, he needed to make sure you were okay. it wasn’t like you to not reply, even though Donnie confirmed you were in your apartment it still didn’t deter Raph’s worry

“Please be okay,” Raph said to himself as he rang the doorbell, once, twice, he was impatient and started to bang on the door with his fist. You had slumped out of bed, jarring the door open with red bleary eyes

“Raphael?” you croaked as you rubbed your eyes in disbelief. was it night?? how was he here?! He immediately engulfed you into a hug, pulling you up into his arms as his worry and stress slipped away. the relief he felt just to know that you were okay, nothing had happened

When he explained why he was here and told you how worried he had been you apologized profusely and cried your eyes out in the crook of his neck. You promised you wouldn’t let it happen again as he patted your back and carried you to your bedroom.

The rest of the night had been in each others arms and it had been 6 months later until you had finally felt what he had went through

“Please,” you cried into your phone, “if anyone can just let me know if you guys are okay-“ you broke off the sentence not being able to continue with so much emotion. By the second day, the news already covered that the kraang, an alien race had taken over New York City

You didn’t care that alien mutant monsters were roaming the streets, you got in your car and headed to the sewers, you couldn’t just sit by unknowing, you needed answers, you needed Raph.

When the streets were filled with unmoving cars, you walked seven miles to reach the lair. But the second home that it had become looked foreign, it had been ransacked and red and green goop stained the walls and floor. You sank to your knees, not knowing what to think, only feeling crushed with despair

*Ding!* ‘don’t worry we have a plan’ Donnie’s text had been fleeting but it was all you needed to hold onto hope, you didn’t receive another message til the fight was won

the aftermath had been hard for everyone, raph came out with some areas of his brain damaged at what he guessed was from the kraang’s intrusion on his mind and the forced mutation to become part kraang, he also had issues with his eyes (particularly his right retina)

the two of you had slept together for two straight weeks, Raph felt like he hadn’t done enough to protect his brothers, to be a better leader, he was so hard on himself for having fought with Leo, then almost losing him

“No Raph please, don’t beat yourself up over this, you did as much as you could, all of you did” you were laying together and you had your arms around his neck pulling his face to yours. “Y/n,” his voice broke “I just don’t know if we can come back from this,” he sounded so scared.

“You can Raph, we all will, it will take time but we can take it one step at a time, together,” you whispered soothing words to him as his tense body finally relaxed, you kissed his forehead, then his nose, and then finally to his lips

He met yours desperately, pouring out his emotion, Raph was so thankful that you were there, that you were here in his bed, in his arms, safe

Leonardo

you knew that the weight Leo returned with was heavy, he was physically and mentally in pain, even when he slept he couldn’t get away from what had happened, what the kraang had put him through

he thought the entire thing was his fault, he felt so incredibly guilty and it had pushed him to give his all, in the prison dimension a part of him felt like he deserved it, that this was a small price to pay for his brother’s safety, as long as they were okay

Donnie had immediately put Leo on bed rest for a couple of weeks, he needed the most time to heal, you were there through it all, when the nightmares came you were there to wake him, to hold him, to tell him that he was okay, he was with everyone and he had saved them all

So most nights it was the two of you together, but there had been moments when the brothers had asked for time, and you hadn’t woken any of them up if you found them sleeping peacefully together

Leo liked to joke about how he had everyone wrapped around his three fingers, holding up his cast laughing when he was waited on all of you by hand and foot, “it’s always been that way Leo,” you teased smiling at him

“Who knew that this is what it would take to get you guys to bend to my every wish” he snickered looking mischievous, you shook your head lovingly.

“Tell me..” he said reaching for one of your hands and you immediately scooted in closer, you had been sitting on a chair at his bedside “do you think you could love me even though I’ll only have one arm?” it was said jokingly but you could tell it had a deeper meaning

do you love me even after all of my mistakes?

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Leo,” you squeezed his hand gently “I love you so much, and besides” you laughed through the tears as they slipped down your cheeks “I’m sure Don will hook you up with some awesome prosthetic!”

Leo sniffed, holding back his own tears, he had cried too much already. He nodded until he was sure his voice was steady, “touché, that brother of mine will hook me up big time”

Donatello

As soon as he was given a brief moment to recollect, when they had been planning on Raph’s rescue or in his escape pods, he took those moments to text you, to look at your location

It made it that much harder for you to keep Donnie unaware of your situation, because you knew he was fighting for the whole world, for his brothers, and if he had any idea of your reality during the kraang attack, he wouldn’t have had his mind in the fights

It would’ve been on you, worrying even more than he already was, thinking that you were at least okay, maybe scared, but Donnie thought most of the enemy had surrounded him and his brothers

He hadn’t had much time to think about all the human alien mutants being controlled by the kraang. Nor the warfare that would destroy New York City to its core

You had been on your rooftop, it hadn’t been the safest thing to do but you had to see, the sky turning ugly as it was invaded by kraang ships or weapons, you hadn’t known at the moment so all you could do was guess

When you heard the screams you decided it wasn’t safe enough to keep risking your life out on the roof for the off chance to catch a glimpse of the turtle you loved so dearly, but as you took the stairs back down into your complex the ground started to shake

“Oh god,” you said holding onto the sides of the railing, forcing yourself to keep going, you wouldn’t fall down in fear. When you reached your door it felt like a full on earthquake, and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Inside your apartment you had thought you would be safe but as the ground split and rose in different places, your place was so jostled that the fridge fell clean over, you had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and even as you jumped to try and get out of the way, it landed. On your legs.

You had screamed in pain, crying for help for hours as you tried reaching for the phone that had been in your hand the entire time, except for when u fell, it had crashed down to the floor just out of reach as you were squished in place. No matter of pulling got you any closer, and when you dared to try and move, it only caused more pain.

“This is so pathetic!” You banged your fist into the wooden floor as you saw your phone flash with a light of a notification. Donnie checking in, then again, until he couldn’t do so anymore until the fighting was over.

When Donnie finally got to your place he was yelling. “Y/N!” You heard from the stairwell, “DONNIE,” you wailed out in agony, the tears that had dried up in your eyes as you tried to concentrate, telling yourself that Donnie would come, started flowing uncontrollably.

Mere seconds was all it took for Donnie to heave the fridge off of you, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Oh no no no,” he said in terror as he saw the bruises. “I’m so sorry Y/n” he bent down trying to be gentle as he picked you up.

You needed medical attention immediately and he couldn’t do anything here in your trashed apartment. You tried to bite down on your lips, holding in a strangled scream as he lifted you from the ground. “I’m here, I’m sorry” he apologized again and again

“You’ll be okay Y/n, don’t worry I’ll take care of you, I promise, oh why!” It was like every time he tried to reassure you he would look down at yours legs and have his whole train of thought crushed. When the pain killers kicked in and you could think other thoughts you told him, “Donnie, listen to me, this isn’t your fault. You were quite busy saving the world..” your hand limply reached out to his

He grabbed it, “I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t in it Y/n” he said fiercely. You didn’t think it had been that close of a call to death, but Donnie wasn’t hearing any of it. You didn’t say any more as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You needed a wheelchair for a long time after that and it had been hard adjusting, but Donnie had been there through everything. He had built you not one but two wheelchairs and was working on two more. “Don, do you really think I need a jet pack wheel chair?”

He sheepishly looked down at his blueprints. Pushing his bandana off of his face as he shrugged. “I don’t know what else to build, plus it wouldn’t hurt, what if you need a quick get away, or I don’t know just wanna fly in general..”

“Would you fly with me?” You asked quietly, a soft smile on your face. He nodded, “of course, it’ll be a date!” You smiled, “we’ll be like jasmine and aladdin, magic carpet ride!” you giggled and he melted at the sound. He would build you anything at all just to hear that sound again.

Michelangelo

It had been a long 8 months after the kraang were defeated. You knew that Mikey was great at being optimistic, and sometimes he had told you how even through the toughest moments in their battle he had never given up.

Mikey had faith in his brothers, they always knew what to do. But the cost that his brothers had to pay had somewhat changed him, even if most didn’t notice it. He himself hardly thought of it.

The dark thoughts only came when someone was hurt. It reflooded him with the emotions of seeing Raph turned into something against his will, then Donnie sticking his shell out for him again and again, and Leo… it had been what pushed Mikey to do the impossible

So after 8 months of it all, watching his brothers recover and things go back to somewhat normal, he hadn’t expected a call from you to bring him back into those dark days. “Mikey- agh,” your voice was serious and sounded strained through the phone.

“Y/n?? What is it?? What’s wrong?” Mikey started to panic. Getting up from his seat in the living room, already heading for the sewer manhole. “I’m hurt Mike, I cut myself by accident real bad”

He talked you through keeping pressure on the wound. Try to stop the bleeding as much as possible and keep it raised, he had become very interested in basic first aid kit knowledge after the kraang. Even though he wasn’t a full on medic he knew the groundwork, he even could stitch someone up.

You had needed four stitches and Mikey had done them all, he was very careful and precise, the hands of an artist. “Sorry,” he would say in concentration as you winced. He had gone quiet as he finished bandaging you up. “Mikey? Are you okay?” You asked when he came back from getting you a glass of water.

“I just don’t want to see anyone hurt anymore…” he sighed as he came over to you and pulled you close, careful around your wound. You nodded knowing who he all meant, “you’ve got magic hands my love” you told him giving him a loving smile as he pulled back slightly

“I’ve been told that a couple times,” he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, thinking of Casey and his brothers. “I can’t promise that accidents won’t happen Mikey, but I do promise that I’m never leaving you ever.” You poured out your heart wanting him to know how you felt.

“Yeah, there’s no place you can go that I can’t follow,” he winked, letting his hands flare up and leave a sparkly orange dust in its trail all the way to where he booped your nose. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!” You said as he moved his hand to cup your cheek and the two of you kissed.

[m1d-45]

hi i have more idea (　･ิω･ิ)

i am writing this at 4am so apologies for the holes but anyway

so i've seen a few fics where the creator grants someone's wish or cures someone's illness or something as proof of their divinity

what if we flipped it around though? it is often expressed in fiction that divine intervention offsets the natural order of the universe. thus, i bring you this:

creator!reader arriving in teyvat first and being recognized and placed on the throne.

however, as much as it pains you to do it, you must strictly abide by one single rule: god must not meddle in the affairs of mortals.

prayers go unheard, pleas unanswered.

one day, a being who bears a striking resemblance to the creator emerges from seemingly out of nowhere, granting wishes left and right.

suddenly farmers are seeing healthier crops, clinics finding themselves empty.

you're skeptical. suspicious. not just anyone is capable of such a feat. just who is this person—no, entity?

the divine call it an abuse of power. mortals call it a miracle.

people begin to question the validity of your identity. why is it that this mysterious being who, unfortunately for you, happens to look exactly like you holds so much power that they've never seen you demonstrate?

naturally, people's faith in you begin to waver.

for all they know, you could be a fake. masquerading as their god to gain their adoration and devotion.

and eventually your very own people begin to turn on you.

- death loop anon

ohhh, that’s interesting!

gods don’t intervene with mortal affairs, after all, and the idea of reader being like “you want them? fine.” and then promptly fucking off to like sumeru to play w the aranara is hilarious.

after all, their creator is a benevolent god, right? they should heal the ill and cure disease, not just sit there, right?

(they would have died anyway, your healing would have just prolonged the inevitable. better to die naturally than be suspended by the divine, less human than you were before.)

and this new ‘god,’ they fit the bill so much better! deeply intertwined with the people of teyvat (can’t you see it’s manipulation?) and (seemingly) emotionally invested, outright hostile towards you for your callousness and aloof nature.

(they’ll find out. they’ll know eventually. those they’ve cured are alive by corruption, taking a poison as a cure.)

but what do you know, right? you’re just the god of all, just the one that created the disease your people suffer from. what do you know of medicine or society, you who have crafted those very concepts by hand? what do you know of empathy or compassion, you who gifted humans with this ability eons ago?

what do you know, you who leaves in exile, you who hardly puts up a fight—and surely never cared at all?

the archons beg you to stay, not to leave them under the jurisdiction of whatever that is that’s wearing your face, but you wave them off with a smile.

“i’ll return,” you promise, hand twitching slightly as yet another of your beloved creations falls to the fraud’s toxins. “they are unsustainable.”

“then why not stop them now? why not prove your point and make your move first, why let the world suffer?”

“isn’t this what they wanted? who am i, to say what they need, hm? i am no dictator. i am not both judge and jury, nor executioner. if the people cry for a slow death, then i will not deny them.”

“please, divine one… you know as well as us that they are misguided. give us time-“

“to do what, barbatos? we have tried to convince the people of the truth. if they turn a blind eye to the long-term in favor of short moments of bliss, then… well, then i suppose that’s a fault in my design.”

“do not blame yourself for their fallacies-“

“i’m not. i’m just a bit disappointed they haven’t put it together yet. humans are bright people, and yet so… is egotistic the word?”

“selfish?”

“no, not selfish… ah, no matter. this will be resolved within a millennium, of this you have my word.”

“…and if it isn’t?”

“then i will intervene myself. you have nothing to fear.”

“my god…”

“all will be well in the end, kusanali. i will not forget this promise. if the imposter isn’t driven out of the people’s accord, then i shall do so myself.”

[luffyvace]

Your the best writer ever!💗🌸💕🌸💕💗❤💗💌💕🌸💌💌💗💖🌸👌💕💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💕🌸👌💗💌💌💕🌸👌👌💗💌💌💕🌸💖👌💌💌💕💕💕👌,but I could I please request Boa hancock x older brother reader headcanons,but a twist boa and reader have a good relationship.

I thank you a hunderned times for you work!💜 take care of yourself

TYSM THATS A BIG COMPLIMENT FOR MEEE!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE

💗

no problem at all!! you take care as well<3

there so many hancock gif?! i had no idea??

ofc i do your request anon:) this is a really cute concept

i’ve never wrote for hancock before and i don’t know much about her personally but i will try my best!! keep in mind they may not be very long considering this☝️

ok sooo😋

I’m gonna say you, hancock, sandersonia and marigold all got taken by a celestial dragon

and since you were oldest you did your best to protect your sisters

it pained you to watch them go through all they did

even more than what you went through

you barely felt your own pain because of how badly you wanted your sisters to escape

to leave and find happiness in a better place

even if it meant staying there and suffering

all so your sisters could be happy

you couldn’t give them that for a long time unfortunately

but eventually someone did

fisher tiger

you’ll never forget that man’s face

he brought you freedom and peace at last

and even more so for your beloved sisters

now that you all were out you swore to protect them with your life

you were the only man allowed on amazon lily

with special permission from hancock becoming the new empress you could stay

none of the kuja tribe members hated you either

in fact they loved you as much as sandersonia, marigold and hancock

the four of you were definitely happy to be reunited and spent lots of time together

you always went out with hancock on her trips

your big brother instincts told you something might happen and it worried you

luckily for you she didn’t mind taking you along

in fact she wanted you to come so you could keep back all the scoundrels called men

except for you

her near and dear brother

the only man in her life who never wronged her

and protected her in fact

she trusts you with her life

or if your weaker than her she’ll protect you:)

same goes with sandersonia and marigold

your sisters spoils you to no end

and you do the same for them

the four of you are always gifting each other

you guys spend lots of time together

like wherever there’s one the rest is sure to be there

you guys actually like giving each other hugs in private

away from the kuja tribe of course

not to display any weakness

you guys of course help each other hide the slave mark

if any man ever enters the island they would for sure get you to dispose of him

of course they could do it but you’ve been protecting them all this time

might as well

not like you have a problem with it anyway

in the case that you weren’t taken by the celestial dragon

and only your sisters were

you fight tooth and nail trying to get them back

making countless plans and training everyday

getting stronger with the goal of getting your sisters back in mind

you temporarily “rule” the island of women

the kuja accept you since your they’re brother

this is a very special occasion but again it’s only temporary

you promise the kuja you’ll bring back your sisters

and you promise yourself

lets say you got in with fisher tiger

you searched ever so desperately for your sisters in the fire

a part of you were afraid they got caught in the fire or had perished long ago

but before long you found them

you recognized them right away

you were so thankful they were alright

so happy

you hugged them and quickly showed them the way to freedom

the four of you cried at your reunion and they’re freedom

you helped them get back to the island after forming the gorgan pirates

you all made strong names for yourselves

your tribe was more than happy to see your sisters returned home safely

they were really grateful that you kept your promise

it upsets you to see your sisters slave mark but you help them hide it upon they’re request

you live happily with your sisters from then on

hancock took over being the empress, rightfully so

and you, marigold and sandersonia proudly stand to rule beside her

i hope you enjoooooy anonnnn💖

this is a really unique request! i’m so happy you sent it:) again they were kinda short but me personally im pretty satisfied with it, hopefully you are too

[cleos-cafe]

hello!! can i request a relationships hcs with silver (twst) and his gender neutral!s/o? thank you!!

☽ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ!☾

Hi, welcome to the blog anon, I hope you enjoy your stay and the content!

-Sincerely with much love Dahlia

Summary: Silver's General Romantic Headcanons

The reader will be referred to as you

Part 1 (you're here right now) | Part 2

P.S Read at the bottom of the page when finished reading please.

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First of all, let's start with the pre-relationship steps.

Silver is pretty calm, which is a relief for you considering the amount of headaches you've suffered with so many overplots and the several times where you've been included in the first-year's problems.

Your first meeting was something… odd?

After leaving Grim with Deuce and Ace (which you would regret before long) you ended up walking through the NRC facility, inadvertently bumping into a boy under a tree peacefully sleeping.

He was so beautiful, he seemed to hypnotize you with such beauty, so much so that you didn't notice when you crouched down next to him and looked at him closely.

Once you recovered your senses a wave of embarrassment swept over you and you quickly moved away trying not to wake him up, deciding just to sit next to him and enjoy the silence and calm of the place.

You don't know how much time had passed since then, until you heard how that sleeping beauty was waking up.

"Hmmmm…. yawn …. oh hey, who are you?"

You couldn't help but laugh lightly at how calm he looked, though you were aware that he would have no reason to be alarmed since you both had the same uniform and studied together, but you were used to how some students' first reaction was to yell at you and try to start a fight.

You quickly introduced yourself and explained that you had found him asleep on the grass so you decided to sit next to him since he looked so comfortable.

After he heard your name and was 100% conscious he made a comment that left you somewhat surprised.

"You were there when the incident happened at the Spelldrive tournament, weren't you? I knew you looked familiar, you were with those two who had marks on their faces and the guy with the wolf ears weren't you?"

You were somewhat impressed when you heard him, after all what you were usually known for was either the overplots or the incident you had earlier in the year (don't ask which of the two it was anyway, though the way he recognized you is related to one of the overplots).

The two of you ended up talking for quite a while and a certain fae had been spying on both of you under the pretext of looking for Silver.

Time was passing and things were changing, as was your friendship with Silver.

Over time you both ended up being quite close, to the point that you were often invited to Diasomnia (to the chagrin of a certain green hair who, although he denied it, was slowly getting used to your presence) and taking part in one celebration or another.

Sometimes it was you who helped Lilia and Sebek to look for Silver when he fell asleep, other times you stayed by his side enjoying the tranquility, it all depended on how the days were going.

It's not like he hasn't changed either, once he was more comfortable with you he used to tell you stories of his childhood, helping you with what he can considering he's a year ahead of you (he gets to a point where he compliments how good you are with the sword [this is completely canon, in the game in Silver PE Uniform voice line, he thinks MC has a talent for the sword. Home transition 2 "I think you've got some talent with a sword. I'd like to see you fight seriously sometime.")

It wasn't until Silver began to feel a strange sensation that things began to change.

After an emotional talk with Lilia where I explained to her what I was feeling, Silver started to change her behavior with you, starting to be more and more careful with you.

Like for example the time when because of Ace you ended up in the infirmary for falling off his broom, the blow was a bit hard and when you woke up Silver was there, asleep, but he was there.

At that moment you realized how much he appreciated you and you started to develop feelings for him.

Fast forward a few months later, both of your feelings were painfully obvious. To such an extent that Lilia and Adeuce had to give you both a push, ending in a confession that many expected but that was just as beautiful as the first time you met Silver. ♥

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Hi! I hope you liked the 1st part of these hcs, I will soon make the 2nd one, look forward to the next one, I promise to upload it soon!

-Sincerely with much love Dahlia

[lynlyndoll]

It's okay to disappear until you feel like yourself again

genre: comfort, angst

wc: 0.5k

paring: boyfriend! felix x fem! reader

appearances and specifications: this was requested by 🍈 anon!! it has references to work depression, possible family/friends issues. in this fic, reader has problems in her life.

summary: your life is draining day by day, which makes you feel overwhelmed every time. however, your boyfriend realizes something is up with you and makes sure you feel safe.

an: sorry, 🍈 anon!! I have been so busy with exams that i couldn't do anything.. :( anyway, here it is!! your request!!

Your life has been a total mess. You were growing tired day by day by the pressure you felt from different people or occasions. "Y/n do that", "y/n go there", "y/n, that's not good". Everything replayed in your head for hours while you were on bed, headphones plugged in your phone, your spotify playlist being replayed over and over again. You've always felt like it wasn't your time. Always felt like you were nothing but a nobody. A nobody with dreams. A nobody that people expected to be a somebody, but that nobody just couldn't please everyone's wishes. That's how you felt. Like a nobody that would always listen to the same trashy comments addressed to them, telling them how useless they are, how they had to do more.

You grew tired of it. And your boyfriend knew it as well. Your boyfriend knew you very well. Afterall, he was your childhood bestfriend and grew up with you, listening to all of your fears and desires. He grew up with that person that would always be motivated because others expected things from her. But he saw how much these thoughts and words drained you day by day, making you suffer in silence. You never liked to vent, he knew it, but he always tried to find a way to make you talk, to make you feel better, happier and wanted. to make you feel safe.

"y/n.." he asks you, making you come back from your mind full of negative thoughts. You look at him, your puffy, red eyes making him look at you sadly.

"Mhm, yeah, lixie?" you say, trying to make your voice sound normal. However, your boyfriend knows that you cried, which makes his heart ache.

"You need a break." he says, making his way to you. He wraps his hands around you, your head pinned to his chest while hot streams of tears soak his white shirt.

"I am trying.." you whisper. "so fucking hard. Everyday..." little hiccups come from both of you. "it's harder, it's unbearable..." you sigh, wrapping your hands around his waist, holding him even closer.

"Then take a break. A break from the stress, y/nnie." he looks at you, your doe eyes already looking at him in a mix of shock and intrigue. "It's okay to disappear until you feel like yourself again, y/n. Just know i'll always be here for you, waiting for you. I know you too well to not figure out you haven't been yourself for a long time..." he sighs, removing a few strands off your face to see you better. You analyze him and his expression. He was serious, his face a little bit shiny from the tears he had before, together with you. You let out a small smile, another round of tears in the corner of your eyes.

"Thank you." you mutter. "Thank you for understanding me."

"I love you too much to not understand." he answers, kissing your forehead, both of you drifting off.

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[total-feminism-takes]

Lesbian Courtney anon!

Why there do much beef between the girls in general?

Gwen vs Courtney for Duncan? Ew. Courtney is an A type, therefore I believe she would research off seasons the emotions, love triangle nonsense then let Duncan go and Gwen have him in sense of this teenage bullshit, I am not some item or object you can pick up as you please whenever you want!

Anna Maria vs Zoey for Mike/Vito? Really?? I know Anna Maria could had an arc with Zoey of course of friendship or understanding after that season!

Let girls be less of enemies and misunderstanding.

I want write more about Jo and Courtney in general along with the other girls as adults and teenagers more girl moments only based off their love interest.

Right now I have one of Jo and Courtney liking Brick/Duncan, but guess what they are friends now! I think I want them focus on themselves more and their blooming friendship as well as growing up as teenagers.

Like Jo is more masculine than most girls, Courtney is more feminine than most, but guess what?! I believe these boys or crushes won't stop them to realizing maybe they love each other as much as they don't like to admit and became sisters along the way!

Another fanfic Jo and Courtney are friends again as well as friends with Zoey but they all with their own lives and love themselves their roles of womanhood even though if's different! Army Jo and Zoey along Courtney wife at home but she loves it with a business at home!

I used to think womenhood and girlhood were about pain and hurt.

But I know nothing about humanity. All I know is that womenhood is different for all and any form.

I love chilren therefore a lot my fanfics have babies and children but that doesnt mean that only role!

Sisters, ladies, and more, if you don't want babies, be a housewife, and in the kitchen then I hope you the best! Please learn to cook to survive not to uphold sex roles (not gender roles because gender state of mind and essence of the soul!) You still women if you don't want the things I want too!

I am a bad writer I swear I know but goddamn it! I am trying! Womanhood is more than hurt and suffering!

It ever changing!

More agency for my girls! (Well for all the characters in general)

I want be in world where I can be like I am boy then laugh it off because I am being silly billy that day act the fake alpha male things as I cook in my kitchen giggling then baking for my family.

I am she/them. Anyway, what I am saying is make your niche fanfics, make Courtney and Jo fight over a boy sometimes then fight for themselves then most importantly together as friends!

Angst where they find a common ground, they lay there or stand there in the heat of the moment then hug each other and in tears or hugging each other laughing this so stupid!

Then find a bit of themselves in each other and think about no matter what else happens we made for each other as friends along the way.

Sometimes love triangles or love squares end in no one hurt as friends. Other times it's one girl realizing oh shoot I think am in love with all of you but we are better off as friends because we are too young or brash to start more than friendship!

Jo and Courtney friendship now!

Anna Maria with Jo girlsfirends?

Brick nonbinary and his close girlfriends Jo with Courtney"

GO further my dear TD people with your favorite characters! Endless multiverse of your dreams to these characters!

Also, I love you y'all!

- 🧡

[daughterofthereaper02]

Hey there! Can you please do polyamorous headcanons for a female reader being in a relationship with Iceman and Maverick, please and thank you?

I love the poly oneshots you have of them, I find them so sweet, by the way!

A/N: Did I just roll out of bed? Yes. Am I in my feels cause I am plagued by my monthly friend? Also yes. Will this include some self-indulgent thoughts? Also yes. But those are the best! So please enjoy. Anon, I hope you enjoy this one too!

THIS WILL BE KEPT COMPLETELY SFW, NO NSFW

Iceman was the one to get you three together, you and Maverick could literally run into a brick wall and not realize he was flirting until he specifically said so.

When you were in the relationship, the two men became the sweetest men you have ever met.

They were a little awkward with their feelings but that was okay, you taught them to communicate better.

You got constant cuddles from them, Maverick was the bigger snuggler though, he clung to both of you like a 5'7" koala bear.

In bed, you were between them. Iceman was literally like Ice with his freezing feet. So were you but Maverick just suffered quietly

Dates would be the best, it was almost never simple.

A date to the amusement park for fast-paced rides

Going to the bar? It's a night of dancing all night long

Beach dates would be hours of swimming and chasing each other. Also rubbing sunblock on each other, which both of them loved to do for you

These men also constantly showered you with gifts

It could be simple as a rose or two

Or they would have a pretty piece of jewelry that fit your taste

Money meant almost nothing to them both because they loved to spoil you

One thing you knew is these men got very protective of you, some could say possessive but you always walked into trouble with a smile. They learned to never let you out of their sights

The one time you were, you ended up in the E.R. with a broken wrist after you pulled a guy away from his girlfriend who didn't want to be touched. He ended up worse than you and that was before Tom and Pete stepped in.

A guy flirting with you? They're both pulling down those aviators while smirking

"That is OUR girl buddy," Pete would say. "So we suggest you back off, you couldn't handle her anyway," Tom would continue with a snort.

You would be slightly offended at first but then they explained how you were constantly going. Only people used to a similar life as you could keep up.

When you PMS or get your period? They are the most caring men

"Here, let me help baby," A hand on your cramping abdomen and the warmth helping

Your favorite period treats are there, whether it's chocolate, caramel, or potato chips.

When you got self-conscious, they both sat you down. "Your body is tearing itself apart. You are allowed to indulge in unhealthy foods. You barely eat on your period as it is,"

You and Tom would constantly be the ones to cook because Pete was helpless.

"NO! UNPLUG IT FIRST!" You both screamed once as Pete tried to get toast out of a toaster with a metal fork. "HOW ARE YOU A PILOT WITH CONFIRMED KILLS!?"

After that he was banned from everything but the coffee maker, he made the best coffee.

After missions, you just held them close as they clung to you. You were there for them, just like they were there for you.

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[alpurrtwhizkersss]

sam winchester angst? preferably something to do with a readers mental health not doing to well and sam trying to help but reader doesn’t want it but he tries anyway.

i’m going through it rn.

Let me Help you

Requested By:  anonymous!

Warnings: Talk of suffering mental health, mention of self hate

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Prompt: None

No pronouns are used to refer to reader, neither are any gendered terms.

Author’s Note:

hey, anon. this one was a heavier one, so i hope Sam was able to give you the comfort you needed when you requested this fic, and i hope it helps you feel a little bit better, you deserve it love <33

stay safe, there are helplines in my intro if you feel you need them <3

Word Count: 753

“Sam, I’m fine.” You told him, after it seemed like the hundredth time he’d asked.

You ran your hand through your hair as you tried to keep your attention on the laptop in front of you, but it felt as if the words were blurring together.

If you were being honest, you weren’t fine. Recently, it seemed not just to be words that were blurring together, but… everything. The days, your thoughts, what you ate, what you did.

It was horrible, you didn’t even feel strong emotion at this point, all you felt was numb. You couldn’t even cry.

Not that you’d ever tell Sam that, he had enough on his plate with hunting and cases, and you didn’t want to be the one to disturb that just because you had a few mental issues. Besides, it was nothing you couldn’t deal with on your own, and even though it warmed your heart that Sam was trying to help you, you knew your brain would never let go of the guilt if you told him, so you kept it inside.

“Y/N… Please just talk to me about this, I know something’s going on, I’m not blind! I know you.” He moved towards you, lacing his hand with yours as he gave you those sweet puppy dog eyes you knew so well, and adored. You felt tears pushing at the back of your eyes, as you looked away from him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and rubbing your eyes lightly to remove any moisture that had built up.

“I can’t Sam. I just can’t, it wouldn’t be fair on you, and I’d feel so guilty-” You began, still refusing to make eye-contact with him as he began rubbing his thumb over your hand, you supposed it was an act of comfort but the act only made the tears in your eyes push harder to escape them. 

Sam’s face was turned to one of sadness as he gazed at your side profile.

“Y/N…” He began, and watched as a tear ran down your cheek and a soft sob broke from your mouth, “Oh, sweetheart, come here.” He cooed, pulling you gently into his arms, and against your better judgement, you let him.

You let him wrap his big arms around your body, and shush you, and rock you as you cried. You didn’t even have the energy to fight against him and put the mask back on, as you felt the emotions you’d been feeling over the past weeks come crashing down against you, Sam was acting as a shield, keeping you safe, making sure you weren’t crushed under the weight of your own burdens as he held your shaking form close to him and kissed your hair.

When your cries began to subside, Sam relaxed his grip slightly so you could sit up, but still lean against him if you needed to.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, wiping your tears away as you felt your walls begin to build up, and the guilt of what you had just done wrap around you like Sam had done only moments ago.

“Hey, no, none of that. You have nothing to apologise for, Y/N, you don’t need to apologise for having emotions.” He told you, his voice firm and sure as he tightened his hold on your hand, staring seriously at you. “Okay?” 

You looked away, your lips threatening to quiver again, but you pushed the feeling down.

“I- I just… I want to be strong for you, and for Dean, and Cas, and everybody- And if I can’t be that then I just… I feel like I’m nothing. I’m not the one who’s supposed to be affected by the crap we go through, I’m supposed to help you guys, I- I just want to help.” You murmured, feeling your breath hitch in your throat as you finished, sniffling as you played with your hands, still not making eye contact with Sam.

Suddenly, you felt him physically lift you into his arms, leaving your legs to lay on his own, and he held you to him.

“You mean so. So much to me, Y/N. But you’re not a therapist, you can’t take on everybody else’s emotions and ignore your own, honey. I know you’re struggling, but please, please let me help you for once, I want to be there for you, because I love you.”

You felt your heart squeeze at his words, and for the first time in years, you felt loved.