#so. instantly on the verge of tears when i beat him. and when i got past the ending cutscene i broke. i love this game so so much...

[peridots-pixiwolf]

hey guess who is actually and without exaggeration crying over ultrakill

[abyssruler]

cupid’s chokehold

pairing/s: cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn!reader

summary: it’s simple, really. one moment you’re laughing, the light of the sun brightening your features, and the next his heart is beating out of his chest, face warm and breaths short, an almost pleasant twist to his gut when you lean close. you look at him with fondness dancing in your eyes, and he realizes, oh, he might just be in love. or — the moment they find out they love you.

note: this is really just an excuse to write diluc being whipped, also this was supposed to include childe heizou and xiao but i lost motivation so here ya go!

CYNO

He finds it hard to believe that you’d be so incapable of writing a simple essay. You once admitted to him how you only got accepted into the Akademiya through sheer luck, but he didn’t believe it then. The Akademiya is known for its strict rules and thorough examination of every student it takes on.

But seeing you struggling not to plagiarize an essay is truly pushing his patience. He’s not one to snap or bark out harsh words to those undeserving of it — and he can think of no one more undeserving of his wrath than you — but it is frustrating to watch you stumble even at the easiest of assignments.

“I think I’ve got it! Oh, I made a little mistake on the spelling there, but this is the one that’ll blow my professors away! Cyno, can you proofread this for me?”

He’ll tell you later that he didn’t mean it, and you’ll accept it without hesitation with an accepting smile — but right now, the searing sun made worse by the humid weather makes a short fuse even for the most patient of saints.

“If you can’t do something so simple, then I see no point in partaking in this fruitless endeavor. The Akademiya is harsh and has no room for error, you would be better off leaving than continue struggling futilely.”

He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, as if he’s belittling all your hard work and effort and telling you that you don’t belong in the Akademiya. But the damage has been done, and your hopeful look turns into shock at his outburst, retreating into yourself and quickly retracting the paper you’d been in the middle of handing out to him. Your face closes off, clutching your essay close to your chest and darting your eyes anywhere but his general direction.

“Sorry,” you say, awkward and fumbling, resolutely not meeting his eyes, “For being annoying, among other things.” Then, you rise to your feet abruptly. He can see the way your fingers are clenched tightly at your paper, tight enough to wrinkle the edges such that he knows you’ll regret later for ruining yet another paper. “I won’t bother you again.”

Your voice is uncharacteristically quiet, almost sounding choked off. You turn and give him a brief glimpse of your face, and he realizes that you’re on the verge of tears.

He catches your arm just before you can take a step forward. “Wait.”

You freeze, muscles tensing beneath his touch. He instantly releases you after he feels how uncomfortable it must have made you. The silence between you is so tangible he can almost see it permeating the air, cloying and thick and utterly unwelcome.

He parts his mouth a few times, going through every possible scenario where he says the wrong thing that pushes you to the edge and makes you hate him forever. The mere thought is enough to steal him of his breath. No, he can’t have that, can’t bear the thought of a world where you aren’t there greeting him brightly in the morning and being so shameless as you fall into step beside him despite his rank and engage him in idle chitchat. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you before, but he looks forward to that part of his day the most.

After what seems like eons of standing in silence, he finally speaks. But what comes out of his mouth isn’t the apology he rehearsed in his head.

“Why did the bike fall over?”

You turn to him with an almost incredulous look, eyes wide with unshed tears that he berates himself for. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “…Why?”

The response comes naturally to him, years of reading through his notes and making them himself has all but ingrained such information in his mind.

“Because it was two tired,” he delivers this with a straight face, tone flat and completely at odds with the nature of his joke.

You stare at him for a moment, lips parted in surprise at the sudden joke. He sees your grip on your paper loosen, shoulders relaxing, mouth twisting into something he can’t quite discern, and then—

“Pft.” It starts out small, quiet as you bring a hand to cover your mouth, before it dissolves into a full blown laugh, the kind that has your shoulders shaking and eyes closed, head tilted back and the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He’s never considered that laughs could produce such pleasant sounds, so it comes as a surprise when yours makes something in him want to lean forward to hear more. Or perhaps it’s just you.

The light from the sun bounces off your skin, making your expression all the more radiant.

And Cyno? Cyno doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a mesmerizing sight before.

You’ve never laughed at his jokes, or rather, he’s never seen fit to tell you any of them, seeing as you’ve always been so at ease around him that telling a joke was never necessary. He’ll have to rectify that, he thinks, watching the way your mouth curves up in a smile, eyes dancing with mirth as you finally meet his eyes.

And he’s suddenly struck by the thought of how much he likes seeing you like this — hair mussed from the wind, exhilaration lining your lips, breaths short from laughing too hard, and gazing at him in delight.

And maybe he’s overthinking things too much, maybe the pounding of his heart and the sudden intake of breath is a result of something else, but he wants to believe it’s because of you.

Later, he’ll come up with a proper apology, something a little less joking and a little more serious. But right now, you’re looking at him like he’s the only person in the world, and that’s all that matters.

DILUC

The sun is particularly hot today, bordering on sweltering, but still, you insist on accompanying him in this menial task of picking grapes.

Diluc has always preferred solitude since he came of age, doing things alone and being lost in his thoughts have become things that he finds strangely pleasant, almost calming. But you’ve never been one to settle in silence, always needing to voice your thoughts and fill the room with chatter about all sorts of topics. It’s something he should dislike, all things considered due to his preference for quietness, but you, he finds, have always been an exception to what he considers the norm.

He wonders why.

“And just then, a hilichurl comes out of nowhere and starts throwing rocks at me — rocks! They have crossbows and shields and those battering things, but that one chose to use rocks to attack me! It’s like he thought I wasn’t even worth the effort!”

He idly plucks a group of ripe grapes from a vine, listening to you retell your encounter with a hilichurl that led to you discovering its camp that held a precious chest, only to open it and find nothing but cabbages. You bemoan how it was a total waste of effort, all that fighting just for a few pieces of vegetables you don’t even like.

A small, amused smile flits its way into his lips. It doesn’t escape your notice.

“So you think my suffering is funny, huh?” You narrow your eyes at him.

He turns away and briefly considers the merits of admitting to smiling, not at your plight, but at the various inflections in your tone as you regaled him with your story and the little laughs you let out when you got to a funny part and the way you looked at him with a smile so wide it crinkled the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the sun in its near-blinding intensity.

When he turns back to face you, he’s met with fingers on his lips and something small and round being pushed into his mouth. His teeth bites down into it, tender and sweet. A grape, he realizes, meeting mischievous eyes set upon a face that’s full of promises for future teasings and pranks.

The pads of your fingers are soft against his lips. His eyes wander against his will, landing on your lips twisted into a smirk, and his mind conjures an impossibly dangerous thought. Perhaps your lips would feel softer against his.

And then heat is creeping up his skin, searing red across his neck that reaches his cheeks and stops at the tips of his ears.

It’s nothing ostentatious. Not like the stories told in books where they meet each other’s eyes across the room and falter as their hearts beat as one, where they meet in the carnage of a battlefield, offering each other’s hands and knowing without a doubt that they will only ever have their backs for each other until the day they die. It’s not even one where he holds your hand and feels the way his heart leaps at the contact as he realizes what it might mean.

But this is still as meaningful, still as beautiful, suspended in time and carved in stone upon his memories until the winds of time erode it away.

A gentle breeze blows past you, and he catches the barest hint of a scent that consumes his mind and fills it with thoughts of nothing but you and your fingers lingering on his lips and how he’s never wanted to kiss a person more than he does now.

And oh, oh.

It’s a fanciful thought, but he imagines if his life were to become a book, then it should be one with an ending that intertwines with yours.

He considers that, for such a book, it would begin like this — the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Diluc Ragnvindr is in love.

SCARAMOUCHE

If Scaramouche were the kind to think thoughts that would have him put below the pedestal he’s placed himself at, he’d think there must be something wrong with him.

“Did you really think you could have defeated those monsters all on your own? You’re lucky I was nearby, otherwise you’d be nothing but a bloody splatter on the ground.” His words are as harsh as ever, carrying that biting tone that’s labeled him unapproachable and unlikeable to most anyone — that is, most anyone who isn’t you.

He doesn’t understand you, the reasoning behind your actions and words and generally everything about you that makes you so infuriating. It grates at him, not knowing something, especially when that something pertains to you. Though why that would even matter is beyond him.

You smile at him, a sheepish little thing, utterly unrepentant and unaware of the possible consequences your actions could have brought. Not that he cares if anything happens to you. He’d just rather not deal with the trouble of handling your papers should you die under his service.

(That was, admittedly, a very weak argument that he’ll chastise himself for later. A Harbinger would have more pressing work to do than handle every paperwork about a dead subordinate. Not that the fact about him handling your papers upon your death was untrue, only that it’s only your paper among his countless other subordinates who’ve died that he’ll bother doing.)

Your mask fell off somewhere in the middle of that rather pathetic fight. It’s a breach of protocol to not be wearing your mask while on duty, but Scaramouche chooses to ignore that particular rule. He’s a Harbinger, he’s the one who decides the rules. Having to order you to go fetch your mask to put it back on would be a waste of time and effort. Much more efficient to simply speak this way, he reasons. It’s most definitely not because he wants to see your eyes and the myriad of emotions that pass through them. And even if it is, it’s only a way for him to better read your expressions and discern whether you’re lying or not. He can’t have anyone betraying him the Fatui.

“I apologize, my lord. It seems I’m still unaccustomed to my new uniform.” Your voice carries a sort of lilt to it that makes it more tolerable than most people he’s ever spoken to. It’s not a compliment, lest his mind go against him and begin creating false narratives, it’s an observation rooted in fact. The sky is blue, the stars are false, and your voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to.

He does frown at your explanation. “Unaccustomed? It’s hardly that different from your previous uniform.” He would know, of course, he spent hours watching you in it. Not that he was watching you simply for the sake of watching, no, never, he was merely criticizing your choice of color scheme and the scuff marks and dried blood that never quite went away no matter how many times you washed it. You’ve complained to him enough times about it in a way that no subordinate should to their lord, but he was in a good mood then, so he let it slide… among countless other things he let slide.

You pull at the collar of your uniform. “It’s a bit constricting. I think they may have gotten my measurements wrong—”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? What use would I have for a recruit who can’t even move properly because of a tight uniform?”

“Well, you did tell me not to bother you anymore with my inane concerns, so I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about this…my lord.” The last part is added almost as an afterthought. He decides to let it slide.

He does recall something along those lines, sometime when he was in a foul mood and had no patience for your presence and the contradictions it brought in his behavior. He remembers being lost and dumbfounded the next day when you turned to leave after giving your report instead of lounging on his office’s couch and telling him about your day and the gossip you recently heard. He hadn’t actually meant for you to stop talking to him, but he was too proud to say so to you, which resulted in a week of silence on both parties. It was completely unbearable, but Scaramouche would sooner cut his own head off than admit it.

“Fine. You’re allowed to speak such drivel to me again, since you clearly can’t function without any sort of assistance from me.” It’s easy to twist the situation as if you’re the one who’s been dying to talk to him normally again instead of the other way around.

You laugh beneath your breath, something bordering on a giggle — a giggle, of all things. The last time someone had the audacity to giggle in his presence was…was a long time ago. Something he won’t dwell in.

“If you insist, my lord,” you say, an almost teasing twinkle in your eyes, and Scaramouche has never been more grateful exasperated that you aren’t wearing a mask. Who do you think you are to show such an emotion like happiness in front of him?

He’ll let it slide though. Just this once.

“Let’s return to the camp. I don’t want to be seen any longer with you looking the state you are now.” He deliberately ignores the fact that people will only see the two of you together once you’re back and not at this lone clearing. You turn to place your mask back on and he lets you. Wouldn’t do much good to have others see your face and plot whatever nefarious schemes their minds will cook up, like talking to you or, gods forbid, flirting with you—

And then he stops, completely frozen in place and unable to hide that shock that bleeds through his carefully crafted mask. He’s lucky you’re standing behind him, otherwise he’d have to kill you for seeing him in such a state. Not that he believes he’ll be able to go through with it, but the thought is needed though not necessarily appreciated.

He turns to you after he’s gotten ahold of his expression, eyes scanning your features and, with an almost sickening lurch in his stomach, finds that you’re not exactly unpleasant to look at.

Your hand reaches out for his arm with worry, and he nearly reels his hand back at the sheer audacity you have for assuming he is someone who needs worrying for but—but.

He rather likes the feeling of your fingers brushing against his skin.

So he lets you close your hand around his arm and look at him with through a mask he knows harbors a concerned look behind it. He nearly laughs at the notion of someone being concerned for him, but alas, you’re such an anomaly that even he can’t bring himself to mock even the worst trait you possess.

You are truly the most vexing person he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Perhaps if you keep touching him like this, he’ll let that one slide too.

[slayfics]

Okay, a sudden idea just popped up in my head. You can write this anytime you want or you can just ignore it but if your interested in writing, how about reader who is on the verge of death, gets saved by muichiro ? How would he react ? Or what would he do in a situation like that ? Your fanfics are what motivates me as a writer !! I literally became on because I wanted to be like you 😭❤️

Muichiro saves you.

Warnings: blood

This was by far the most challenging demon you had ever fought. You were struggling to keep up with its moves, and multiple times you had brought your blade down on its neck only to be unable to slash it.

Think- You thought to yourself. What would Muichiro do?

You suddenly had an idea come to mind. The final Mist Breathing form Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds. It was a dangerous idea, you had only managed to use it properly once. The move focused on confusing the demon on your position then when you finally do go in for the strike you are extremely slow.

It was risky- if you didn't do it right you'd for sure be dead. But you had to try something you were losing stamina fast and wouldn't be able to do anything else soon.

On a whim, you attempted the Seven Form giving it everything you got. You spun around the demon which worked to confuse it. Seeing your opening you finally went in for the strike. The demon being taken off guard had barely any time to react, but still, it was not enough.

As your blade finally came down slicing the demon's head off, the demon at the same time went to strike you, hitting a vital organ. The demon's head fell to the floor disintegrating at once, and you fell down next to it.

Shit- I'm going to die, you realized. It wouldn't be long before you'd bleed out from your injury. Using the strength you had left you focused your breathing on slowing the bleeding. If you could hold out long enough, maybe just maybe another corps member would find you.

It didn't take long before in the distance you heard someone approaching. You felt your heart skip a beat at your good fortune. Much longer and you would have not made it. I hope this is an experienced corps member you thought, just as you were met with the sight of Muichiro looking down at you.

His eyes instantly widened in alarm at the state you were in and he dropped to the floor next to you.

"Keep focusing on your breathing," He instructed as he ripped off one of his sleeves and tied it around your injury to put pressure.

As grateful as you were that Muichiro had found you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed that you had been so badly injured by not even an upper-rank demon.

"I'm sorry tok-," You began to say but Muichiro brought a finger to your lips shushing you.

"Do not apologize, you risked your life to slay a demon. That is what any Hashira would have done."

You felt a smile spread on your lips at his praises but slowly your vision began to blur.

"Keep focusing on your breathing, and I'll get you to the butterfly mansion as soon as possible," he said, gently grabbing you into his arms. Upon picking you up in his arms Muichiro realized how bad off you were. You didn't even have the strength to hold your head up or wrap your arms around him for support.

Muichiro carefully placed the weight of your head against his chest and his arm, keeping your head upright to avoid any choking. Once he felt comfortable with how secure you were, he took off in the direction of the butterfly mansion.

"Alert Miss Kocho we are coming," He said to his crow who swiftly flew ahead.

Muichiro continued to make his way as fast as he could without disturbing you in your arms. Even with his swift pace you were beginning to lose consciousness and started to come to terms with possibly dying.

"Tokito-" You called in barely above a whisper.

"Hm?" He glanced at you then back up, continuing to run.

"I- I'm glad it's you here with me- if this is my last-"

"No!" He yelled. "We still have so much to do together, do not even begin to say such things!" Tears swelled up in his eyes. "Just keep focusing on your breathing, save all your strength for that! We're almost there!" He looked down at you once more seeing the sleeve he had tied around you was now soaked through as was his own uniform where he was holding you. Yet your soft breathing continued, you followed his orders and did not give up just yet.

Finally passing through the gates of the Butterfly Mansion, Shinobu was ready and waiting. Instantly taking you to bed and getting to work attending to your wound.

"She'll be alright?" Muichiro asked, voice shaking.

"I'm going to try my best, it's a wonder she survived this long," Shinobu answered.

Thank you for the request Kye! You’re too sweet ahhh! You’re doing amazing with your own fics keep it up! For anyone that hasn’t check out @sleepykye fics! Her work is so unique and adorable~

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@aeolia18 @yandere-kou @sakurasunkiss @hashiroses @plvuii @snowmist-hashira

[luffyvace]

I have a question that’s been stuck in my head for a while? OK, so remember the episode of MHA where Kurogiri warps stain to the bar to meet Shigaraki so they can convince him to join the LOV and then stain stabs Shigaraki?

So imagine, what if Spinner, Dabi and Toga (separately) meet Stain BUT…… stain injures Reader (instead of Shigaraki) how would they feel if the hero killer hurt, they are beloved S/O?think about it??

Ohh yeaaa I remember that episode!

Ooooo yeah that’ll definitely set the mood for some killing dear- 😃 very intriguing question/request! Thank you! <3 :)

(gn reader since you didn’t mention pronouns or gender)

Spinner

⚠️(i think) spoilers at the end of spinner’s I can’t remember if it’s animated or not 😵‍💫💫

The Gif is literally Spinner to stain-

literally nobody liked him before he joined the lov

as we saw in the flash back (I think it’s animated) he was a nobody sitting on his couch watching tv

he joined the lov and now has people that respect him, he started dating you?!

quite frankly the best thing that has ever happened in his life.

no joke this man would do anything for you

He will probably never see what you see in him because of people in his ear from his upbringing but he hopes you continue to see that forever cuzzzz he’s not tryna let you go anytime soon 😋💗

so when you got stabbed by stain? This man was the exact opposite of calm.

What do you mean you just stabbed the only person who loves him?!

this is actually such an interesting request because spinner admires stain!

this dude’s villain costume is a target version of his! (😭)

Yeah he definitely no longer looks up to him. 😐

infact he might find himself hating him 😗

that’s how serious it is!

he panics for a second then pulls out his katanas to defend you in case he comes back for more

he would chase him down, if you weren’t wounded

he instead sheathes his blades and asks toga to wrap you up (until he can get you to the hospital if it’s fatal)

he’s on the verge of tears and is shaking because he could’ve lost you!

there’s no way he could ever let that happen!

Is heavily disappointed in himself that he couldn’t react faster to protect you and ‘realizes’ how much of a weakling he is

vows to protect you even if it costs him his life

of course he was always willing to, but now nothing. and I mean nothing. is ever gonna hurt you again

will track down stain to talk to him and tell him that wasn’t cool (and he doesn’t necessarily curse him out but rest assured he didn’t use the words I did)

⚠️(uh spoilers I think) after he gains the army of mutation quirk citizens he feels much more confident in his abilities to protect you

you should too! His army cares about you nearly as much as he does! They view him as they’re leader and savior after all~

not to mention he for sure changes his villain costume to something else

He asks you to help decide the design and now he looks much more epicc 😎💪

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi is instantly heated abt it

like y’all invited him in here and he STABS his you??!

his lover?!

I don’t think so..😐

bro not finna let that slide🗿

he’s aboutta incinerate everyone and himself (again 😂-) trying to kill him

in all seriousness in a situation where someone he cares about gets hurt he does beat whoever hurt you before helping-

just because he’s angry

BROS SEEING RED- 😭🗿🤡

he does come check up on you after though

Besides he knows the lov will bandage you up

either Toga will do it (but she’ll take some of your blood) or they’ll take you to that hideous doctor dude that works for afo

If it’s a fatal wound he checks up on you a lot and subtly asks if you need anything

he’s not some softy, imma be honest, but he obviously does care

no matter what, he now wants to track down stain and reduce him to nothing but ashes

it doesn’t matter who says what. he’ll never forgive him.

and trust me when I say he’s the type of guy who could hold a grudge forever 😬

will tell you to sit out the next mission if your injury isn’t all the way healed by then

he commits arson to try and ease his anger a bit but after all he’s been through, hurting the only person he loves is the final straw.

he’s noticeable more irritated for a while and will try and kill stain on sight

the hero killer has been spotted in the prefecture? He bouta pull up. Bro is over in the mountains? That crazy cuz Dabi is too 🤷‍♀️

Toga Himiko

Would be the angriest if Dabi wasn’t more hot headed (get it? Don’t get mad I had to) and if she didn’t like stain too- 😭

the fact that she loves to see you stabbed also comes into play-

But she’s upset she wasn’t the one to make you bleed

although this is all after she bandages you up

if the wound isn’t fatal she’ll probably unwrap you daily to admire you in all your glory 💉🩸😊

She tries to get payback by stabbing stain so it’s even but it just becomes a game of cat and mouse

meaning they’re both too swift and agile to get hit by the other

In the heat of the moment her first reaction is excitement that quickly turns to anger

as i said she’s happy to see your beautiful rose red blood but she didn’t get to inflict it ✋😤

Def woulda followed stain out the door to track him down if it weren’t for 1. Your wound and 2. Twice & magne stopping her

will lick the blood she cleaned

not fresh off the wound, but off the materials she used to clean you up

she knows it could give you an infection directly

and this is of course after your fine and dandy

she 100% tried to get as much blood into a container or syringe as possible

even if there isn’t a lot

If you have a quirk in particular

bonus if it’s a strong one

You two could pair up now!! Aren’t you happy? 🤗

if you are NOT happy and is upset with her for it, (I’m sure your not- your probably used to it in a relationship with her) she’ll gives you cuddles as an apology <33

[yoonjinsgirl]

NamjoonxFem!Reader

Summary: Namjoon gets some bad leg pain and you are here to help him.

Genre: fluff, angst and suggestive.

Warnings: fic contains some swearing and is highly suggestive. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

Taglist: Open

A/N: This one is inspired by joons recent deleted insta story. The day he deleted that story i had already seen it and the idea for this fic was already in my mind lol! I hope y'all enjoy this!💙

I'm just an amateur, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please give your precious feedbacks, It would mean alot to me!!

Check my work until now: Masterlist💌

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𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷ᡴꪫ

It's 11.30pm and you are laying down on your bed scrolling instagram and waiting for namjoon to enter into your shared bedroom. Since you had a quarrel earlier the day and now not wanting to let your anger go away just like that, you keep waiting for him and decide you don't want to go check on what is taking him so long to come in. So you keep scrolling and in no time it's 12.30am already, you kept scrolling until you accidentally opened Namjoon's instagram story that he instantly deletes, that's when you throw both your phone and your anger away and immediately rush towards living room. As soon as you see him, you immediately kneel down near the couch where he was applying some crepe bandage to get some relief from the pain.

"Joonie what the fck! you should've called me for help! Omggg is it hurting too much? What did you even do this time! Last time you dropped weight on your foot! What did you do this time? When will you learn to take care of yourself joon? Now tell me what happened? Are you okay?" You shoot him dozens of questions as you panicked and almost on verge of crying watching the man covering both of his legs into a shop full of bandages. What did he even do to apply so many of them and how much painful it must be! Is all you could think about.

"Relax y/n" he said looking at your state and lifting your chin towards him, as soon as he saw you, he knew you would cry anytime now so he immediately panicked, "jagi shushhhhhh! love look at me! don't cry please! Don't worry it's nothing! Baby come here!" He opened his arms but you were frozen on your place, thinking how did he ended up getting hurt. so he held you gently and swiftly pulled you towards him and made you sit on his lap.

"Joonieeeee what are you doing? this way you'll get more hurt" you said as you tried to get up, but obviously he was more strong then you, so he pulled you back towards him, and now leaving no space between you two. His one hand holding your waist and another one wiping your tears away. "shushhhhhhh sweetheart don't cry! Listen to me I'm really okay my love! It's just that i overworked in gym and then i cycled my way to home.. so my legs are now paining that's it, I'm not hurt anywhere i promise. Now please don't cry!"

You hit him slightly on his chest "are you crazy joon! Why would you over work and then cycle your way to home, you know i can always come to pick you up! Now look what did you do to yourself! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have been so stubborn to not talk to you and should've called you myself! I'm telling you I'm such a dumbass bi.." before you could complete cursing yourself, joon pulled you in for a kiss to shut you, the kiss was soft and sweet in the beginning but soon it got desperate,deep and passionate! Showing how you both loved eachother, and how both of you mattered to each other and how even little distance could make you go absolute insane. Both of you not letting go, until both you ended up running of breathe.

You were sure that both of you could hear each other's heart beating fast then usual. Namjoon always knew how to calm you whenever you panicked or so, he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Infact people would kill you to be in your place. So why did you both had a quarrel? Because he was frustrated over alot of things and things were getting hard on him and you couldn't see him like that, you could never see him losing his charm, losing himself in all the stress that came along with his team getting on a temporary break, with the loneliness he felt without his members. It would be a lie to call them members because they were his family! His brothers! And he loved them all so much, so did they all love him back. BTS wasn't like any regular group, they lived with eachother for the longest time! So much that Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agustd won't stop Bragging about how they lived together for 13years now. And it always warmed your heart to see their bond.

But seeing joon all dull, looking unhappy and upset was not helping you to shut up, not like you felt out of love or you only loved his cheerful..happy side but you couldn't see the man you loved the most getting deeply affected by all the negativity and him getting hard on himself due to all work stress he was having. So this morning you tried to talk to him, but instead he just ended up misunderstanding you saying how you too were judging him just like everyone else and that you were not understanding how things were hard and it was getting hard for him to share how he felt! You knew that wasn't him but his stress speaking all that, so you tried to make him understand how that wasn't it and you were concerned about him and his health, and how he has lost his smile, that's when things went ugly he thought you too only loved his cheerful side so he just went on saying stuffs he shouldn't have and things went downhill untill you both decided to just leave the discussion in between and both left for work.

Tears once again filling your eyes as you remembered whatever happened in morning and you were clearly upset about how misunderstanding just created because of you and maybe you should have waited for him to share his problems. Joon immediately hugged you, trying to calm you down. "Baby listen to me i swear I'm fine my love" he said while he kept rubbing your back. "No jooniee it's not just that, even though it was unintentionally but still i hurt you in morning! I'm sorry i should've just give you the space you wanted! Maybe I'm so clingy with you! I'm.." "No y/n that's not true! And no i don't feel you are clingy, and even if you think you are then i love you being clingy to me!" He said while still rubbing your back to calm you down. "Only if i hadn't brought that topic up we wouldn't have ended up having fight joon! You even skipped your breakfast because of it and wait did you eat anything yet! Don't tell me you haven't eat anything since morning!" You asked him getting worried. He cupped your face, "y/n tell me only one thing before anything else! Did you eat anything?" You just remained silent. And nodded a no looking down. Because you weren't someone who would not eat food or would not feel hungry if you were having a bad day, but joon surely had an effect on you! You could never eat thinking what if he hadn't eat anything yet, and about dinner you always preferred to eat it with him, or having his presence next to you. Your dinner was always about chattering about how both of your day had went or watching something on tv. So how could you eat dinner without him, so you just cooked food and left it on dinning table for him to eat and went inside your room.

"Then tell me how would i eat? Now look at me ! You didn't do anything wrong y/n it was my fault, only if i would had shared with you how i felt or if i was having any trouble sharing things then none of this would take place. You've been nothing but a supportive, caring, loving and understanding partner to me y/n, when i realized my mistake i was so guilty that I couldn't text you or anything and not having a word from you made me anxious and i felt terrible for treating you badly this morning and that is why i ended up overworking and then cycling back to let my frustration out! I'm sorry y/n! The fact that only thinking of losing you from my life makes me insane, I really really love you y/n, you complete me as who i am!"

Listening to his honest confession made you emotional and you immediately hugged him and he hugged you back, "i too love you so so so muchhh joon! Not talking to you, staying away from you makes me insane! And when i saw your insta story i got worried, i could never see you in pain, because watching you hurt, it pains me joon! Because your pain is my pain ". Hearing you say so namjoon immediately tightens his grip around you, trying to stay as close to you as possible, as if you would fly away somewhere, but that was his way of letting you know how you were so much important to him and that you were precious to him.

Both of you stayed embracing each other for few more minutes untill you pulled yourself out of hug and got up suddenly making namjoon worried, and he too followed you, "baby what's.." "shushhhhhhh joonie! Sit down please!" you push him down on couch and kneel down beside him on the floor, "darling don't get me wrong but i didn't knew you were needy?" You could see blush crepted all over Namjoon's face and his dimple smile spread over his face.

"ehhhh!! what?" You glitch for a few seconds until you understand what he meant, "OMGG NAMJOON NO AISHH! you pervert!" You slightly hit him on his knees. "WHATT?? isn't that why you were kneeling?" "No you pervert! Omggg namjoon what do you think is going over here! Lmaooo help i can't with you" you say, watching Namjoon's confused face you throw yourself on floor laughing like a maniac.

"O joonieeee my love! i had kneel down to apply some relief balm on your legs and give them a quick massage, so you would get some relief from your muscle pain, and so that i can properly apply the bandages where it pained you. And not anything else you pervert! I need to tell army how we have always guessed right about you being way too over the top about your imagination, mr expensive guy". "Aaaahhhhhhhhh! wtf y/n! shut up omggg you are no less! Stop listening to that song now!" Namjoon said while trying to process everything. While you could only laugh and enjoy.

"Try me if you could" you said while controlling your laugh and giving him a playful wink. "Yahhhh aishhhhh you pervert minded girl! I won't leave you today! Wait I'll show you how i can stop you" namjoon said getting up from the couch. Getting the hint you get up to run away as joon ran behind you to chase you, before you knew anything, you hear joon scream and you immediately rush towards him concerned, "omggg joon I'm so sorr..." and without letting you finish your sentence nor wasting any moment he lifts you up in his arms, "omggg fuk your sexy brain!" You cursed as you realize how you just fell into joon's trap. "Oh you're absolutely welcomed to do so my love". namjoon replied while having a silly smile and smirk on his face. While you hide your face in his chest, thinking how silly you are to fall into his trap. And feeling all shy thinking about what he just said.

He carries you to the kitchen and makes you sit on the kitchen counter,

"I thought someone was having leg pain" you said.

"I thought someone was just challenging me to try them"

He replied with a smirk on his face, while holding you close and leaning towards you. You close your eyes thinking he's going to kiss you but instead he takes the pan from the shelve next to you, that's how you again ended up making fool of yourself and gaining a laugh from him, "what were you thinking..you pervert minded girl! I always knew you and armys are always cooking all the wrong stuff in your heads, I'm just an innocent man" he said while making a small pout.

At this point you were actually amused by how this man just just pulled a whole uno reverse card on you. Not like you're a dumb headed or anything, it's just how this man has his effect on you! You could never win over him or could never resist him and how even could anyone resist KIM NAMJOON! so everytime you tried to win, his charm would do some kind of spell over you!

Suddenly reality hitting you hard as you saw joon with pan in his hands,

"OMG NO AISHH! YOU AIN'T COOKING KIM NAMJOON! STAY AWAY FROM MY KITCHEN!" You screamed.

"C'mon that's not big of deal y/nieee" he said while cutely pinching your cheeks and give you a sweet kiss on both side of your cheek.

"YOU!" you tried arguing with namjoon, trying to fight with your blushed faced. "What baby" namjoon said innocently.

"Joonie just side away okay! I'll just heat up the food, you go and sit and get some rest love, you anyways would be having work tomorrow!" You said as you took over the pan from joon's hand and started heating the food you had prepared earlier for dinner but none of you had ate.

"Umhuhhh! I'm not going anywhere!" He said as he hugged you from behind. "Infact I'm not going anywhere tomorrow too", he said as he leaned in whispering with his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not leaving you alone never ever and especially not on weekends" he said while placing small kisses all over your half visible face, down to your neck.

👩: "Joon"

🐨: "Hmnn"

👩: "Food is ready to eat"

🐨: "But I'm already eating my food"

👩: "Joon"

🐨: "Yeee"

👩: "What about me? What shall i eat?"

He turns you around pulling you into a kiss. "Mine everything is yours baby" joon said replying you.

"So i see that you are already full hmnn! Well i guess then I'll put all the food back into the fridge" you say teasingly.

"Aniyaa! aishh! No baby you've worked so hard on preparing meals! C'mon let's eat first hehe" he said as he helped you carry the food to the table.

You laughed at how adorable this man could be! It won't be entirely wrong to say he's just a small baby trapped in a big body! But the duality he carries is insane, you smile at how lucky you were to be able to have find him and be with him. No matter how longday any of you had at work, no matter if you had fights or arguments, you both always would end up next to eachother, laughing, smiling, loving and appreciating eachother more than before. Because you knew, it was impossible for both of you, to see any of you in pain, because the day both of you fell in love you knew that, 'your pain was his pain and similarly his pain was yours'.

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So guys here was my first proper fic for joon, the first one being a text post! So did you guys liked it? I hope you all did! I had been inactive for a while due to my eye infection and trust me y'all i have so many ideas to write fics, so I'll be uploading them soon!💕

stay tuned and please look forward to next part of my ongoing 🐱 mini series as I'd promise I'll update next part on time guys, which is very soon. Check mini series here💌

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[alexyskinnerstories]

Chief Swan Eldest Daughter Ch.1

I just finished getting dressed for school I went downstairs to make breakfast for my dad and I dad was still getting ready for work while I got to cooking breakfast, after a while I heard Dad's bedroom door open I said good morning he said it back but his eyes were glued onto his phone

A dreadful feeling plumbed my stomach. I quickly shut off the stove and took a seat next to my dad yet he didn't even move as his eyes stayed focused on his phone and it only worried me even further. but he seemed to be in a trance right now. And his eyes were never that glued to his phone. "Daddy?" I called out as I gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

Daddy slowly looked away from his phone and down at me who looked beyond worried for him. He instantly dropped his phone onto the table not even caring if it somehow broke and pulled her into a hug, feeling bad for worrying like that. "I'm sorry, Hun. I'm fine. Just got some horrible news." He said as I hugged him back letting out a small sigh. "What kind of horrible news? Did someone we know die?" I question still holding onto him who shook his head at my question.

"I kinda wish that was it, honestly." He mumbled causing me to pull away from the hug, looking up at my father with an arched eyebrow. What was so bad that he wished that one of their friends had died? I was trying to see if he was playing a joke when I saw how he was once again looking on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I could my mouth feel agape as I stared at her father with wide eyes before she started shaking her head. "Oh Fuck no! I say no. This evil witch bitch isn't coming here!" I rambled making Charlie chuckle lowly, pulling me into another hug hoping to calm me down at least a little bit. It thankfully did work but it however didn't stop her ramblings.

Renee and her husband are going to travel and Isabella will need a place to stay. Sadly since I'm her father, she'll have to stay with us." Charlie said with a defeated sigh I groaned lowly as she somehow squished herself closer to her father.

She was having such a great morning and now it was ruined.

"She tried to kill me by pushing me into the deep of the pool when I didn't know how to swim," I whined out and Daddy's grip tightened around me.

He still had nightmares about that day and sometimes in those nightmares, he didn't get to his little girl in time.

*Third Person*

Charlie would wake up, pitching up from his sleep with tears in his eyes as he breathed heavily. And without missing a beat, he'd rush into Cyrus's room as quietly as he could to make sure that his little girl was there. That she was safe and breathing. Sometimes he'd even sleep in her room when he had those nightmares where he couldn't save her. He'd sleep either on the floor or in the bed with her, wanting to hear her little snores that helped him to relax.

He stayed to make sure that she was still there with him. Though he had those horrible nightmares that sometimes kept him up the entire night, he never told Cyrus about them. Why? He didn't want her to worry. Charlie knew how much she worried for him and he didn't want to worry her even more.

* Cyrus Pov *

"When will it be here, Daddy?" I asked my father.

"She'll be coming next week sadly." Daddy replies to my question.

"Alright this is gonna be hell but anyway Daddy am gonna go to the Cullens since it's my turn to drive Horizon and I to school and your breakfast is on the counter I quickly ran into the kitchen grabbed my food container and rushed up to the attic and grab my backpack and keys I walked back downstairs and kissed my father on the cheek and headed outside I got into my car and drove to my mate's house I waited for her come out when she did Alice and Jasper follow after they got into the car in I pulled out waving bye to Carlisle and Esme I gave them the special rings that gave them back their human qualities it still shows them as the gold eyes for three other siblings and the humans do not question them asked how they got human qualities. I pulled into the school parking lot handed them their breakfast and gave Horizon hers we ate and talked I gave Jasper a bottle of my blood for his thirst it quenches thirst for human blood it will just appear to humans as water and Edward, Rosalie and Emmett will smell animal blood the other soon pulled into the lot and got out we did also they do every morning Horizon and I walked into the school and stood by my locker talking until the bell ring for class

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Other Visuals

Breakfast

Horizon's School Outfit

[talesfrom1844]

BB Tribe Organization

Ok, so this is my first published (shared) piece of work. Hoping for some honest feedback on what you think AND if you'd want to read more about Beckett (original character) x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes.

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It was super late at night.  Beckett typically didn’t get worried or afraid of anything – definitely not of driving at night.  She didn’t fear getting lost.  Or ending up in a bad area.  She didn’t fear walking alone.  She had confidence in herself that didn’t allow for fear of being attacked and hurt by strangers. 

However, NOW, she had a bad feeling as she was driving home from a late-night shift.  The little hairs on her arms and neck stood up.  Her heart was beating a bit faster.  She didn’t feel comfortable stopping the car so red lights and stop signs had her on high alert. 

So, she called James.  When it went to voicemail, she hung up and tried again and again.

“Beck, I’m on a job ...” He spoke low.

“James, I’m scared.” She was on the verge of tears. 

NEVER had Beckett Carrington been afraid.  Plus, she only called him James when she was serious. 

“Where are you?” he stood from his table without caring who saw him at this point.  He listened as he walked to his motorcycle.

“I’m driving home from my shift.  I just have this weird sense of someone hijacking me in my car.  It’s weird.  I don’t know.  I don’t want to stop at any lights or signs.  This feels crazy.” Beckett was rambling.

“Where are you?” he repeated as he arrived at his bike and was about ready to drive off.

“I’m not sure.  I turned a few times from my regular route trying to stay in a brighter area of town.  Track me.  I feel like I’m being followed.  This is Stupid!  I’m Beckett fucking Carrington.  I don’t get scared.”  She just kept rambling. 

“All right, I’ve got you on the tracking map. Head home, doll.  I’ll meet you there if I don’t find you first.  Keep talking.  Do not hang up.

“Buck, I don’t like this.” Beckett’s voice was noticeably shaken. 

Her voice was blue-toothed into his ear as she kept talking.  His phone was secured to the handlebars so he could see where she was.  He cut through alleyways and even hopped over a sidewalk to avoid a small traffic jam.  He sent a message to Steve knowing this wasn’t a small situation.  Steve was out of town, but he needed to know immediately. 

Beck kept rambling as he sped down the road.  He didn’t know what she was saying at this point.  She had begun to talk about when they were kids and how she was never afraid of anything or anyone.  He heard her words but wasn’t truly listening to what she was saying as he concentrated on getting to her. 

She was remembering when they first met.  She was ten and they were a year to two older.  She was born in and grew up in a small village in Wales.  Then, her parents moved back to the States during the summer when she turned ten.  She wasn’t quite prepared for the streets of a bigger city, but she had found her own way.  She was independent and stubborn.  She often would go out exploring on her own – going on adventures like she always had in Wales.  She wasn’t afraid to climb trees or walk across balance beams.  She didn’t fear being injured.  The day she met the boys, those boys who instantly became her two best friends, Stevie and Bucky, was a day she should have been afraid, but not once did she show fear. 

“Beck,” Bucky broke into her rambling.  “Don’t stop at the BB Building.  I see you’re close, but I’m not yet.  So, drive around three blocks.  Go down to Hart and then to Augustus and then come back up on Lee.” 

“Lee, I don’t want to drive on Lee.” She answered.  “That’s where …”

“Beckett – listen to me.  You must drive up Lee.  You have to drive past the bar.” 

“Fine,” she exhaled not wanting to argue while also completely trusting Bucky.

“Good, now listen carefully.  IF anyone follows you from the bar then I want you to drive to the place where you first cried in front of Steve and me instead of home.  I can see you’re almost there to turn onto Lee.  I’m at home with the garage door open.”

No one followed her.  She pulled into the garage next to Buck’s motorcycle.  He closed the door behind her immediately.  Beckett jumped out of her car and Bucky met her to hug her tight. 

“BB, my ass, what the fuck?” she hugged him tight shaking like he’d never experienced before. 

“You’ve always trusted your instincts, Beck.  Something didn’t feel right.  I’m glad you called instead of just ignoring it.” He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.  “Now,” he backed her away from him a little, “are you okay?  Really?  I’ve never seen you like this.  In twenty years.” He grinned and tipped his head to the side.

“First, Barnes, I’m forever still in my mid-twenties!” She slapped his arm.  “Second, yeah, I think I’m okay.  I legit felt like someone was going to jump out at a stop light.” 

“I’m going to check your car,” he lifted his finger to his lips to indicate for her to remain quiet. 

Bucky checked the entire car for bugs, bombs, cameras, trackers, etc.  He didn’t find anything.  He threw his arm around her shoulder and guided her into the building which, on this floor, consisted mostly of “The Little Guys Gym & Boxing Club”.

“Hungry?” he asked once they were inside. 

“For your cooking?  Always.” She bumped into him to say thank you in a playful way.

“I want to do a sweep of the entire place,” he informed her as they walked up the stairs to the second floor.

“You don’t trust the tons of technology you two already have all over this place?” she questioned following him to the room that no one other than the three of them knew about.  “Where is Stevie-boy anyhow?”

“I’m right here.  And will you please stop calling me ‘Stevie-boy’?” Steve replied when Bucky opened the door.  “I was already here when you sent the message, Buck.  I did a full sweep and now I’m reviewing the footage for the last 12 hours.”

“Excellent.  So, I can focus on food while you do that.  Beck-Bunny, you go ahead and shower or whatever.”

“Barnes, stop with the ‘Bunny’.  I’m not that little girl anymore.”

“See!” Steve added.

“Fine, no more ‘Stevie-boy’.  I get it.  I’ll stop using ‘smalls’ too if you’ll help me get this arse to stop with ‘bunny’. How come you don’t have any embarrassing nicknames Buck?” she quirked.

“Cause I’m the coolest of us.  Always have been.  Biggest.  Strongest.  Smartest.  Best Looking. From day one of the BB.”

“Oh yeah, and so humble as well,”  Steve stood from the chair to follow them out of the office toward the third floor before he continued, “That’s why that guy picked your pockets.  Oh, and, let’s not forget … about how the runt of the litter saved your ass from being jumped at school in the 7th grade.”  Steve winked at Beckett.

“What?” Buck wasn’t following until he turned back and saw the smirk on Beck’s face.  “Ah, yeah, the runt saving me.  That was great!”

“It’s always good to use the element of surprise and” she shrugged, “sometimes it helps to use the ‘boohoo I’m a girl’ card.  It’s not my fault that Dwight didn’t see me coming.  Everyone else did.”

“You broke his arm and his nose,” Steve laughed. 

“I thought he’d move.  Who the hell doesn’t move out of the way of a bicycle coming straight at you?”

“He thought he could just stop the bike and you’d go flying off it.” Buck reminded. 

“Well, I did get scraped up a bit because I did fall off.  But not until after I rammed that bike right up his ass!!”

“Alright, alright.  I don’t care what you two do for the next half hour but get the hell outta my kitchen.” Buck removed his jacket and placed it over the stool back. 

Steve and Beckett decided to spar in the ring.  Beck needed to expel her leftover nervous energy.  Steve needed to make sure she truly was fine and back to herself.  Neither male had experienced Beckett having a moment of weakness.  NEVER. 

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Beckett’s father had left her the three-story building in his will with two stipulations.  Mr. Carrington left clear instructions that it could never be sold and that it was to be known as the B.B. Tribe Organization Building.  That way, the BB crew could have whatever companies they desired to branch out of the building under the BB umbrella company.  The building occupied the entire block.  Sure, it was a smaller block, but this building was everything to the three of them.  Mr. Carrington had known they would need to stay together but still would want to have some individual space and opportunities for change.

Plus, this is where the boys first met the spunky 10-year-old.  Beckett had been out exploring shortly after her family had finished moving in.  It was summer and she hadn’t made any friends, so she just went out looking for her own entertainment.  She entered the abandoned building out of curiosity about the rooftop.  It looked like there was a garden up there.  She was tiny so getting in wasn’t hard at all.  She was gutsy and undaunted by the mess of the dilapidated building.  She could see straight up to the roof from here including the balconies of the above two floors.  There were stairs off to the far left that went up to each new level including access to the rooftop door.   The staircase was broken but she jumped from broken step to step with a gap of 2 or 3 stairs missing.  Then when she got to the door to the ladder to the rooftop she had to cross a beam to reach it.  At the end of the beam, she had to jump to grab the ladder.  The reward was exceptional.  The garden was filled with wildflowers that took over the entire roof.  There was a gazabo in the middle with a large swing that was broken, but the moment Beck saw it she was determined to fix it up by the end of summer. 

She spent the next week carrying things down to the building in a wagon she’d found.  She found and brought all sorts of things that she needed to fix her path to the roof and then eventually the swing.  She ‘borrowed’ things from all over the place as she discovered them.  She had found the wagon in the shed behind her brownstone.  She also explored the other sheds along the walkway behind the brownstones. 

This is when Bucky first saw her.  He was taking out the trash for his ma who was harping on him about his chores.  He saw a small kid wearing overalls, a ball cap, and carrying a canvas bag just as they climbed over the fence back to the walkway alley.  He followed and watched the kid go into the building.  He was about to follow when the kid came back out and ran back up the street.  This time Bucky went to grab Steve to follow too.  Both followed the kid back to the building.  Steve commented on how the kid was covered in grease and dirt so he couldn’t tell if he had seen them before.  They waited to see if the kid would come out again.  When no one did, they went in.  Beck had created a larger hole by now to get things in and out, so it was easy for Steve and Buck to sneak in quietly behind.  They stood in the wide-open area just as Beckett hopped from step to step.  She scurried across the beam and out the door to the rooftop.  She’d already fixed that part.  Bucky had convinced Steve that they should follow.  Steve was petite himself, but he was just as determined as Bucky to find out what this kid was doing. 

As they turned the corner, three older boys jumped them.  One held the smaller boy while another held the more talkative one.  The third one punched the talkative one in the stomach before reaching to take everything out of his victim's pockets.  Beckett didn’t even think.  She just ran up and hit the one holding the talkative one with a metal garbage-can lid.  Then she charged at the other one and knocked him over.  He took Steve with him, but the bully had taken the brunt of the fall.  The lead bully was yelling at the other two for letting a “small knucklehead” get the better of them before grabbing Beckett.  He pulled the cap off and her hair fell out of it.  Everyone was shocked to see a “cookie” (a cute girl) in overalls and a cap covered in grease and dirt fighting like a street kid.  The bully held her tighter and made a comment.  Steve and Bucky didn’t quite know what to do but Beckett did.  She stepped back into him and then flipped the large bully over her and then kicked him. 

Bucky instructed them all to run.  Beckett followed Bucky and Steve around the Brownstone and she called them back when they passed her house.  All three burst into her kitchen where her mom was beginning to cook dinner.  Mrs. Carrington looked at Beckett and the boys and shook her head.  Then she made a comment about being happy to see Beckett making friends.  Beckett explained what had just happened with the bullies.  Then the three of them introduced themselves to one another and Beck’s mom as she gave them cookies and milk.  From that day on they were inseparable. 

They spent every moment they could together – never fighting amongst themselves but always defending one another from anyone else.  Steve was the smallest and the biggest target.  Bucky was the troublemaker with the big mouth.  Beckett was average size for a girl two years younger than the boys.  She was just as problematic as Bucky but had a way of getting out of trouble by being cute and even flirty with adults or determined and stubborn and a bit flirty with her peers.  More than once she had finished what someone else had started with Steve or Bucky.  More than once, they had defended her when someone did or said something against her before she could learn it was said or done.  They were a unit that everyone came to know as the “Brownstone Brawlers” aka “The BBs”.  Mr. and Mrs. Carrington became the “doctors” of all their scrapes and bruises.  They also took care of the Rogers and the Barnes families as they all got sick and passed away.  All three kids lived in the Brownstone row on Lee Street, three blocks up from the building, for the next nine years.  The boys moved in with the Carrington family once they were “orphaned” until they finished school. 

Mr. Carrington had purchased the building shortly after he discovered why Beckett was spending so much time there.  He helped to fix it up and gifted her the rooftop garden as her project for as long as she wanted it regardless of who was using the building for their business.  It was in every contract that the rooftop was Beckett’s, and the basement was the Carrington’s, not part of the building that others rented to use.  It had been many things over the years – a factory where furniture was built, a garage for customization jobs, a medical equipment store, and for a short time a food pantry and resale shop run by her mother. 

Mr. and Mrs. Carrington plus Beckett, Steve, and Bucky all moved to the BB Building after Beck graduated high school.  They’d all been part of the remodel as the building became their new forever home.  Each had a say in things they’d like to have if they never left this home until the day they died.  Beck of course wanted to ensure the rooftop garden would remain.  Steve wanted a space to draw and be in silence when he needed that.  Bucky wanted a kitchen that he would enjoy.  He’d always enjoyed helping his ma and then Mrs. Carrington.  He was even working in a bakery after he’d graduated while waiting for Beckett’s graduation.  Mr. Carrington had promised the boys that he’d take care of them as his own as long as they didn’t move away and waited for Beckett to graduate. 

So, Buck and Steve helped plan the layout of the building to make it a home for them as well as keeping the main floor open to be a business of whatever sort they desired.  Everyone knew the entire building was to remain an option for Beckett and the boys for as long as they wanted it.  In the end, the third floor became the center and heart of their home consisting of kitchen, living, and bedroom spaces.  The second-floor housed offices and recreational spaces including initially a small exercise room for everyone but mainly Steve, who had begun to lift weights to strengthen himself under Mr. Carrington’s supervision of course.  The main floor was left wide open for Mrs. Carrington’s shop.  The basement was still their laboratory even though none of the “kids” knew what they were working on. 

Back then, that food pantry and resale shop was housed on the main level and was really a front for the real purpose of the building.  It was there in the basement where her parents had perfected their plan and performed their experiment, first on Beckett and then on Steve and Bucky.  Beckett had insisted that she go first and alone in case something went wrong.  It was her parents’ experiment so if it went wrong it had to be her.  She insisted.  Otherwise, she wouldn’t even ask the boys.  Both boys had no family left by this point other than one another and the Carrington family.  So, in Beckett’s mind, she needed to be the one to be first. 

The three of them had become ‘advanced’ by the age of 20-22.  They lived their lives as children, doing what children do, for 10 years as a trio.  Mr. Carrington had never expected to use the serum on his own daughter, but watching her fight for what was right even when she was tiny had helped develop the serum into what it became.  So, in the end, it was only natural that it became hers.  Mrs. Carrington had taken the boys in as her own as she watched them protect Beckett as much as Beck protected the boys.  There was a connection that they had that no one was quite able to explain.  After the serum was given to all three it was realized that they shared a specific gene that leads to fearlessness, valor, and the dynamism of being a leader. Additionally, it was discovered that they each had a unique strain of immunity to the plague that had recently taken so many lives including those of both boys’ entire families. 

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“Alright, you two!” Bucky called down from the Juliet Balcony on the third floor.  “Wash up.  Dinner’s about done.”

“Race you up!” Beck looked at Steve. 

Steve hopped over the ring ropes and landed on his feet.  The race was on.

Beckett was hot on his trail.  She jumped up skipping the turn of the stairs and scurried past him.  She was the smallest of them since the serum.  Ironically Steve was now the biggest leaving Bucky to be the middle.  The serum had enhanced their muscles and strength – brought them to the peak of their physical perfection.  It also focused on their best qualities making them all stronger, faster, smarter, able to endure inhuman amounts of punishment, quick healing abilities (thus why none of them can get drunk), increased senses, and age slower while also enhancing individual abilities as well. 

“And you wonder why Bucky won’t stop calling you ‘bunny’ when you hop around like that,” Steve called out.

“Silence!” she laughed at him. 

She beat him but only because he allowed it.  They all knew it.  The boys were happy to see the girl they expected and letting her beat him up the stairs was a small price to pay for that.  They washed up quickly and then met for dinner. 

Buck allowed them to get their plates and settle in before he started with the interrogation.  Beck sat as she typically did – right leg pulled up to her chest with her foot flat on the bar stool seat, left leg tucked Indian style, holding her plate with her left hand, eating with her right.  Steve sat next to her facing the counter.  Buck stood on the other side facing them.

“Where were you before you drove home?  When did you feel the whatever – hairs standing up?  What did you do all day?  Where did you go? Who did you see?” He shot out a ton of questions at her all at once.

“James,” she sighed.  “I’m good.  I’m okeydokey.”  She reached out to pat his hand.  “After all these years – you still don’t believe in me?” 

“YOU called ME, Bunny,” he reminded blowing her a kiss. 

“James,” Steve authoritatively hinted, “let’s do this without teasing.  So, Beck, he does have some good questions.  It’s not like you to be afraid of anything.”

“Fine,” she stabbed her green beans with a fork and rolled her eyes at them both. “Where would you like me to begin?  I woke at 4:45 am, took a shit, brushed my teeth, got dressed for my run, ran 5 miles, stopped at my boyfriend’s place for a quickie, and then came back to eat breakfast with Buck.”

“Jesus!” she sighed loudly.  “One, you’re an ass!  Two, I lied.  I broke up with Jake a week ago.”

“Now you’re lying to us!?!” Steve raised his voice. 

“Do you two even know what today is?” she asked putting down her plate.

“Sunday – Well technically Monday now,” Bucky answered literally.

“We all have photographic memories and you two don’t know that today is the anniversary of my parents' death?”

“Aw, shit. Beckett.” Both felt regret instantly as Bucky expressed in his reply.

“So, you went to …” Steve paused.

“Think.” she filled in. “I did run.  I ran to the bridge and sat there for a long time.”

They all remained quiet in their own thoughts. 

“I don’t care how long it’s been – I miss them.” She broke the silence.  “And I don’t know if I’m doing enough to honor them.”

The boys knew she wasn’t looking for them to fluff her up with compliments and assurances in response to her comment.  She had never wanted anyone to sugarcoat what was happening.  Her parents had created something special with their science and they had paid the price for not sharing it with certain people.  They had chosen the kids because they knew they wouldn’t abuse the gift of the enhancements.  However, no one had realized what would come with the serum. 

“Eighty years,” Steve spoke solemnly.  “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Me too,” Bucky’s entire tone changed.

“I know people know who we are and why we still look like we're in our 20s, but I still have days where I just wish I was that girl running around Brooklyn with my two pals and then we’d all go home to eat and read with my parents.” Beck reminisced.

“Do you want to,” Bucky paused, “get a recording of your dad reading?”  He shrugged.  “I miss that too.”

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So like what of offside Anthony gets scared cause Kate got hit with a ball during a game or some player got rough with her? I feel like Anthony would go be on the verge of a nervous breakdown lol

Ohhhh but imagine if this was just after they've found out they're expecting a little bean, and no one knows yet and Anthony is wild.

It happened in slow motion.

One minute Kate was in front of him on the pitch, and then she wasn't. His teammates milling about after practice, teasing them the way they always did. Well, teasing him, never really her. Teasing him for the distraction he felt whenever she was close, the dopey look on his face, the smile, the way he still blushed when she kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair as his arms held her tightly against him. But the next a ball was flying across the pitch, kicked from the corner, spinning through the air, and he could see it, could guess where it was going to land, right against Stones' head behind her. And then Stones moved. And Kate was on the ground.

Anthony had been hit by a football so many times he couldn't even remember them all, on just about every part of his body, and he knew what it felt like, the pressure against you, the vibrations that reverberated, the wind knocked out of you. He was used to it. But seeing Kate, there on the ground not moving had panic clawing at his chest instantly. Especially after what she'd told him on Monday.

She'd been looking at him so oddly all day, a soft smile on her face, her hands even more constantly on his than they usually were, as though she couldn't be close enough to him. And then, as they'd sat on the sofa after dinner, Kate tucked against his chest.

"I um- I got you a gift today."

Anthony had wiggled his eyebrows at her, his finger tugging on the front of her blouse peering down the front, "I've seen that one before. Enjoyed it though."

Kate had scoffed, swatting his hands away as she'd stood, "Your gift isn't me tonight."

Anthony had sighed, flopping back against the sofa, tugging her to straddle him as she came close again, a tiny square gift, wrapped in brown paper, pink and blue ribbon around it left on his chest. Kate was staring down at him, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her fingernails running little patterns along his chest, nudging it towards him.

"What is it?"

She'd rolled her eyes, "The crazy thing about presents is you can open them and find out."

He'd reached out, snatching it from his chest sighing, as he tugged at the tape "Well, I doubt it's going to be as nice as something from La Perla but-"

He stopped dead as the content fell onto his chest. He recognised it immediately, had seen them in the gift shop, a tiny blue onesie.

Bridgerton 7

on the back and his heart had skipped. Actually skipped. Tears choking at his throat, stinging his eyes as he searched for his wife's.

"Kate is this-?"

She nodded, tears swimming in her own eyes.

"I'm... gonna be a Dad?"

She nodded again, even more softly. "Yeah."

He sat up so quickly he almost toppled her, sealing their lips together, chest to chest, the life they'd created between them.

"Are you happy?" His voice had ached in his chest, his heart beating just for her.

"I'm so happy." And his chest had burned for her.

And now he couldn't help himself from hovering over her. ready to protect her ready to protect his family, his instincts flaring wildly. He'd already had their house baby proofed, he'd dragged Kate out at lunch on Tuesday, her confusion rolling off her in waves as they'd pulled up at the Porsche garage, even more so as he'd forced her behind the wheel to test drive a Cayenne. He'd ignored her eyes rolling as he'd huffed.

"Three Weeks? You need three weeks before it's ready?"

"Yes, Mr Bridgerton, the colour you've chosen needs to be transferred from another dealership, and the extras, the heated windscreen and such we need time to-"

"I can't drive my wife around in that deathtrap!" Gesturing to his La Ferrari parked on the curb, "It's not safe!"

The saleswoman had looked perfectly bewildered, "I'm very sorry I-"

Kate had sighed, "I'm so sorry, Sarah, he's had a very emotional few days. Three Weeks is perfect, and ahh We'd like to offer you two tickets to this weekend's game!"

He'd done everything he could to protect her. Except now she was laying at his feet.

Silence fell over the pitch. Anthony's pulse thundering in his ears.

"Kate!"

He dropped to his knees cradling her head softly, her eyelids fluttering open, a tiny bit of relief blossoming in her chest.

Kate groaned, "Well that fucking hurt."

He could still feel his heart pounding, his hands shaking, looking around for the only person who could help him, "SOPHIE!"

"Anthony, honey, stop yelling, I'm fine." Kate winced, sitting up.

"Are you?! Are you?! What day is it?" He couldn't calm down, he just couldn't.

"Friday. It's the 17th of June, my name's Kate, you're Anthony and we're in Etihad Stadium." Kate sighed, Looking up as Sophie pushed her way through the team, "I'm fine."

Sophie nudged him gently out of the way, "Let me take a look, Anthony. Okay?"

Anthony wheeled around, standing furiously, searching for whoever had kicked the ball, Thundering towards Sam, who looked horrified.

"Anthony, I didn't mean to-"

"What the fuck do you think you were doing?"

"Anthony, calm down mate, he didn't know it would hit her."

"Stay out of this Greg!" Panic was choking him, tearing at his chest.

"I didn't think he'd miss." Sam said Quietly, calling out, "Kate, I'm really sorry!"

"It's fine, Sam!"

"It's not fine!" Anthony thundered, ""You could have seriously hurt them both!"

"Well, Stones would have been fine and-"

"I don't care about John! I care about our child!"

Silence fell over the pitch again, Anthony's own eyes widening in surprise at his words. Everyone stared open mouthed, even Sophie crouched beside Kate was stunned into silence, broken only by Kate's "Oh for fuck's sake."

And then everyone erupted in cheers, Gregory's arms tight around his chest, the entire team celebrating their news, and his anger just wouldn't hold. Washing away as Kate was hauled back to her feet, pressed against his chest in the middle of a team hug.

[haechanniesunflowers]

Mafia!Ateez reaction to s/o being abused by her family

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK domestic abuse, bruises, scars, toxic family behaviour, manipulation, torture, mentions of blood, smoking, murder, death

I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable, my dms are always open if you want to talk about anything

Requested by @racheloveyunho

It only gets darker and longer with the next member

Hongjoong

He came home early so you weren't prepared and were wearing a tanktop with shorts

He saw the bruises on your back and thighs

When he asked you about it later that day, you sobbed and told him that your brothers beat you because you insisted on moving in with Hongjoong

Would pretend that it didn't affect him but on the inside he's furious

He himself doesn't like to physically discipline anyone unless it is necessary or they get on his nerves and bring him to that point

How dare they lay a finger on you

He wouldn't change his behaviour with you, he'd be his usual caring self, all the while planning to knock some sense into your brothers

He laid a trap for your brothers to fall right into and met with them personally

He's a reasonable man so he started with talking to them but when they didn't listen and called him slurs he threatened to murder them

They knew Hongjoong was a part of a mafia and didn't want to anger him any further

They promised him that they would treat you better

Seonghwa

You told him you tripped and fell while you were packing your things to move in with him and that's how you got the bruise on your head and a busted lip

He bought it honestly because he's soft for you and couldn't see you like that so his focus was to get you the medical treatment you needed

You were happy with him and spent almost all of your time with him but he didn't want to hold you back form meeting your friends and family

You were ecstatic to meet your friends but not your family

They hurt you after all

So when he had someone drop you off to your family house, you were nervous but still went inside to meet them

What you got was taunts and verbal abuse

When you tried convincing them that Seonghwa was indeed very kind and loving towards you, they hit you so hard, you lost your balance and your back hit the glass corner of the table which you tried holding onto and ended up scratching your upper arm, drawing blood

You were shocked and hurt and ran out of the house

You hailed a taxi and went to your friend's house and told Seonghwa to pick you up from there

When he came home that night, you were already asleep

In the morning he woke up and found you in the kitchen at the brink of tears and you cheek was a little swollen and purplish

He asked you what happened but you said you liked hanging out with your friends yesterday and these were tears of joy and that your swollen cheek was because you ran into a glass wall

He believed you like always and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into an embrace and accidentally put pressure on the bruise on your back from yesterday

You yelped and arched your back

This time he didn't ask you but lifted your shirt to see for himself, despite your protests and was shocked to say the least

He made you feel comfortable enough to tell him that it was your family's doing

He reassured you that everything will be okay and that you could stay with him forever

That night he paid your family a visit after you went to sleep

They never contacted you again

Yunho

Your family was very religious and never really messed with you because Yunho made it very clear how protective he was towards you

Any bitter comment from your family would earn them a death glare from Yunho

He'd stare them down until they got super uncomfortable

Nobody knew what he was capable of, other than the fact that he was involved with a mafia

Your family wanted you to stay away from him but you loved him and he had promised to protect you and shield you from the mafia life

Yunho's girlfriend had no face, no one in the mafia world had ever seen you

One day you were visiting your family to celebrate your sister's birthday

You felt unwelcomed, you own blood was making you feel uncomfortable

When the guests had left and it was time to open the presents, your brother told you to go home

You were embarrassed but tried to reason with him that you guys were family

He started saying hurtful things and called you a slut and accused you of selling yourself to a dirty mafia rat who kills people for a living. He said you are nothing but his whore and he will replace you one day when he is tired of you and then you will have no one to turn to because they didn't consider you family anymore

You got up and went to the home. The home Yunho had made in the middle of a dense forest to hide you and came to see you almost every day

Yunho had decided to complete his work in advance today so he could spend more time with you in the next days, since you said you would be at your family house today

You unlocked the door and went in crying. You were wailing so hard that you laid on the floor in the lobby

You screamed when you felt someone grab you by your arms and made you sit up

Yunho looked at you in shock and worry, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck and cried your heart out, not caring if you were being loud and looking like a mess

You didn't need to tell him what had happened because he was aware your family had something to do with this

You woke up in bed the next day, feeling numb but had a severe headache

You looked around the room and saw a shirtless Yunho starting outside the window, you called out to him "Yunho..."

"I don't want to know what they did or said. I'm never ever going to allow you to meet them again. It took everything I had in me to stop from murdering them because I don't want to hurt you, but I can't have anyone else hurting you either"

He turned around and looked furious, you had only once seen him this angry when a spy from another mafia broke into your house and tried to stab you. Yunho had ripped his jaw off of his face with his bare hands in front of you and you fainted from shock from the intensity of the situation

Right now he had the same look on his face and you didn't want to anger him any further

Yeosang

He had never been the one to talk a lot

His calm and collected nature made people underestimate him

Your family used to love Yeosang and were supportive of your relationship with him, they were happy when you moved in with him, but that was before they knew who he was

Only you knew that Yeosang was a cold blooded killer. He was his gang's ace, he was sharp, very intelligent and very manipulative, not to mention he was the second most strongest member and was very good with weapons, his speciality being butterfly knives. He killed people the bad guys and felt no remorse. His gang members often joke that he only feels two emotions, rage when the bad guys cause menace and love towards you.

He got you pregnant and you were now worried but Yeosang had reassured you that no one in this world will ever lay a finger on you as long as he is by your side. He made you feel safe and loved. He didn't trust anyone to help you around the house so he stayed home to help you.

One day your family came over to meet you and ask after you unannounced, you being 7 months pregnant, were home alone

They wanted to see your huge house, you were nervous because you didn't want them to see some rooms but couldn't keep up with them because you got tired from walking

Then the unthinkable happened, they saw everything. They saw Yeosang's training room, his collection of knives and bulletin boards with photos of people, nasty looking people. One board had two sets of photos of the same person, one photo was for Yeosang to know who to attack and the other photo of the same person killed by him. Yeosang never wanted you to see the contents of the room, let alone your family.

They told you to come with them and to leave Yeosang but you tried to tell them that you were more than okay and wanted to stay with him

It all happened too fast, your father grabbed you by your arm, dragged you outside and forced you to sit in the car while your mother pleaded to him to not shove you around like that in this state. They didn't drive home, they were fleeing the city to get as far away from Yeosang as possible

You were screaming, your parents paid no attention to you, they thought you were protesting but actually you were screaming because of the excruciating pain you were experiencing. You were bleeding and your mom had noticed it but they were on a highway and there was no hospital nearby. They couldn't do anything about it so they kept driving out of the city, your father hoping the child would die in your womb because he now hated Yeosang and wouldn't be able to love his child either.

You fainted and after 2 hours of driving, they got to a hospital. No one knew but you were carrying twins, sadly one of them had died in your womb while the other was born healthy. You were now fighting for your life. Your parents were scared for you and afraid of being tracked down by Yeosang.

You and your baby spent a month in the hospital and recovered enough for your parents take you with them

On the other side Yeosang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was out looking for you, now scared and confused and in rage. He didn't know who had taken you away and was frustrated and tired but he couldn't let you go. You were the love of his life and the only person in the world who ever loved him.

He got a lead on you and within hours was outside the house where your parents were hiding you.

He broke in the house in the middle of the night and found you crying on the bed with a sleeping child by your side. He instantly became soft at the sight, all the rage he had in him was replaced by love. He softly called to you and you whipped your head up and instantly ran to him.

You begged him not to harm your parents and he couldn't say no. He silently took you and his month old son back home in the dead of the night

San

San was not one person, he had two kinds of personalities, one was a ruthless assassin and the other, a passionate lover. Both personalities had him being manipulative in common

He absolutely hated your family because you were a free spirit and liked taking risks while they were the complete opposites and often tried holding you back but you always loved an adventure and that's how you ended up with Choi San.

You dispised your family the same as they did you. You were so used to the beating that you felt nothing now. Profanities were very common too and you wanted nothing but to slap each and every one of them and run away.

You were head over heals for him the moment he crossed paths with you but you didn't show that to him. He tried manipulating you into getting you to sleep with him but you knew better and brushed him off

He was used to women being on their knees for him so you not doing that was a challenge for him and he was hell bent on getting you to like him

He was going crazy over you and started meeting you at your workplace during his missions, like he had to kill a man in 30 minutes but he just had to see you first

When you weren't giving in to his art of seduction, he tried a different way

He asked you out like a decent human being and you said yes, wow that was easy, right?

No, you made him work hard for your love and affection and he was obsessed with making you happy to feel loved by you and by the time San realized what was going on, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and practically drooling over you

He finally asked you to move in with him and you said yes even though you knew your family would disapprove. You went home and packed your stuff and tried to leave but your family members didn't let you leave and in an effort of saving you from inevitable destruction which was Choi San, they beat you to the point you passed out.

They texted San from your phone, pretending to be you and told him to stay away and leave you alone, that you wanted nothing to do with him.

San was confused and scared when he got that text from you and texted you back to take your time and rethink your decision.

You woke up in your room at some point during the night, unable to open one eye because it had been bruised badly. Your head was bleeding and the blood had dried on your face. You left leg hurt a lot because of you lying in an unnatural position. You didn't have your phone or anything else

You felt empty and all you wanted was to be in San's loving embrace

It was now or never

You escaped from your window and somehow managed to get to San's front door, it was almost morning

You knocked on his door and called for him

He opened the door after some time and took in your form

He was in too much rage but he had to tend to you first

A few weeks later he came home and told you that he made sure your family is now in another city far away from you and won't contact you again

A tear slipped down your face, you were free from their torment

You kissed San and thanked him

He would do anything to make you happy

Mingi

Mingi was the notorious mafia leader who has connections with the government and the dark world

He had money and fame (the good and bad kind) and all that was missing was love and you filled that void

He loved you too much and would never let anyone hurt you

People knew better

So your own family, your own blood hurting you for wanting to live with Mingi didn't sit well with him

He was distracted at work and all he could see was your face, your tear filled eyes, your bruised arm and your distraught state

He wished he had sent someone to get you from your family house sooner so you didn't have to go through the abuse

He wished you never told them about it and just moved in with him

You were in his home, resting in his bed, thinking about what had happened

Did they really didn't see any good in Mingi?

Did they really have to hit you?

Did you do the right thing?

These thoughts flooded your mind and you were just as distracted

Mingi came home in a hurry and told you to come with him

You asked him where you guys are going and he says we're going to get back at them

He took you to your house and barged right in, unannounced

Seeing Mingi in person was overwhelming and your family were scared, pleading to him to let them go

Mingi told them that he was going to kill them for hurting you and there was panic and chaos

You came to stand next to him, squeezed his hand and softly told him that you want to go home

He couldn't say no to you so he warned them that this isn't over and took you home

You talked to Mingi and convinced him to let them go because they were your family after all

He's the one who said that if the loved toy and cared for you, they wouldn't hurt you like this and family doesn't mean you have to tolerate this kind I'd behavior when you're old enough to make decisions for yourself

You kissed him and wondered why couldn't your family see the good in him

Wooyoung

It started off with you slowly telling your folks about what Wooyoung did for a living

You were smart, so you didn't tell them about his business until you moved in with him otherwise they would have disapproved

You didn't mention that he tortured people and killed them without remorse, no, you said that he works with an organization that eliminates evil people which was true in essence

Your family was having none of it

They wanted you as far away from him as possible

You loved him and he loved you but they didn't believe it

They kept you from leaving the house and since Wooyoung was away for some time on a mission he didn't know

It was only when he got home that he found out that you hadn't returned, but he didn't think much of it because you were with your family

You on the other hand were panicking not only because you were being forced to stay away from Wooyoung but also because you just found out that you were pregnant

You had to get back to him no matter what

You refused to eat or talk to your family members, only demanding to meet Wooyoung

When he didn't get any message from you he began to get suspicious

He sent someone disguised as a delivery boy over to your house to check up on you and got word that you were sick and locked in your room

He got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night and broke through the front door. He didn't care who got in his way and pushed and punched whoever protested

He got to your room and demanded that you open it

You did and jumped at him, told him you were pregnant and they were keeping you from going back to him and cried

He took you in his arms and was taking you back with him

Your father threatened to call the police and Wooyoung simply said "say hi to chief inspector Jeon from me" leaving the father shocked

You were happy to be back with your lover and were excited about the baby, the same as Wooyoung

Jongho

Probably the strongest man in the whole mafia world

Everyone feared him

He didn't have to say twice for what he wanted because people had heard how he smashed someone's skull open with his bare fists

He had asked you to move in with him and you happily said yes

But when you told your family about your decision they asked you if you were crazy

You didn't listen to them and started packing

They weren't going to let you go to some barbarian

But you weren't listening so they had to do it the hard way

Deep down you were happy to leave because your family had always been abusive and toxic

When you were asked to leave with your suitcases your father grabbed you by your arm and shoved you against the wall

"you bitch, you really think you can disobey me?"

Your mother held you by your hair and slapped you so hard your nose started bleeding

They beat you severely and you had stopped screaming at this point

You thought you were going to die when they left you like this on the kitchen floor

You don't know what got into you but you got on your feet and ran out the front door where you were stopped by Jongho waiting for you beside his car

He saw you and gently pushed you aside and went straight inside the house

He came out after almost 20 minutes, blood splattered on his face and clothes

You were already in shock from the beating that you didn't question him

He got in the car with you, held your face in his hands and said "don't worry, I called an ambulance for them, they just might be okay"

With that your heart sank but you were too shaken to feel sad for them so you just cried

Jongho took you home

[thewritetofreespeech]

MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys

prompt: All the boys suffer the same fate as Satan by reading ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’

Lucifer

You have to wonder why they kept so many cursed books around, just out like this. You would think, like any normal person, with this continuing to happen, that they would keep them locked up or something. But no. They just leave them out for anyone to find….

“I’m going to the meeting!” Lucifer yelled, stamping his foot. His face twist in a petulant frown. It would be rather adorable, if you hadn’t been arguing with him for the past 20 minutes

“Lucifer, we talked about this. You can’t go to the meeting. You need to stay here.”

“No! I wanna go to the meeting! It’s very important and everyone is counting on me!” His arms are wailing now as he stamped his foot more.

Of course, you couldn’t let him go to the first of the month meeting like this. His pride would be wounded beyond compare if anyone else saw him like this. But reasoning with him wasn’t working. You had to resort to more, unsavory tactic to win. “But the meeting was cancelled. Lord Diavolo called earlier to let me know.”

Lucifer stopped stamping his feet and waving his arms to look at you with a vacant expression you didn’t know he could muster. “Really?”

Gods help you. “Yes, really.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he beamed, “ok!” His mood instantly brightening. “I believe you, because [Y/N] would never lie to me.” ‘Forgive me Lucifer’ You think to yourself. “What are we gonna do instead then?”

“Why don’t we play a game instead to pass the time? Would you like that?”

“I know chess!” He exclaimed loudly. “Let’s play that.”

Of course, knowing and being good at it were two different things. In this state you were actually able to beat Lucifer several times. When he retuned to normal the day was ‘conveniently’ put away for sometime after.

Mammon

“Mammon. Please. I’ll just be gone for a minute.”

“Nooooooo!” Mammon wailed when you tried to get up again. Clinging to your waist tightly to keep you on the couch. “Onii-chan said you had to stay with me! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

After reading The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization, Mammon had, of course, reverted to the personality of a small child. His brother made fun of him, say ‘what’s the difference’, but Lucifer knew that this could be a disaster if he was set to wander free in this state across the Devildom. So he sat you to babysit him.

“Mammon, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some snacks for our movie.”

“Then let me come with you!” He whined, still clinging to you. In this state it seemed he had also taken on the personality of a baby duck. Imprinting on you and following you around everywhere you went in his room. He hadn’t left you alone for 5 seconds since he got this way. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“It’s not a question of you being good or bad Mammon-chan.” He liked to be called Mammon-chan right now. “It’s that you need to stay here. If someone sees you like this well…they could use it to tease you.”

“No…I don’t want to be teased anymore….” His voice was low, and sad. His bright eyes looking on the verge of tears, like kids do when they’re said, before he buried his face into your side. “Mammon-chan doesn’t want to be made fun of anymore. Mammon-chan also doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

You sigh. Unable to argue with him when he was like this. Your hand lifted to pet his head, which he seemed to appreciate, before you text Satan to bring you some snacks. He was always reliable and would do it for you.

Once the affects of the book had worn off, Mammon denied any of this happening. The mere mention would cause his face to turn red and yell about how, “that didn’t happen!” You almost wish you had taken a video of it to show him. Guess you would just have to keep Mammon-chan forever in your heart.

Levi

You went to Levi’s room after class to check on him in his….condition.

Since he did remote learning a lot of the time, being an otaku, it was pretty easy to keep him away from people so they did see him in the current state he was in. Apparently as a toddler he didn’t like being around people either.

So, you had set him up comfortably in his room before heading to class. Promising to come back that afternoon to be with him.

“Levi! I’m back! How are you—what are you doing?!?!”

“Playing with my toys.” Levi replied, with an obvious expression, as a sea of toys stretch out in front of him where he laid on his belly on the floor.

Your brain stopped. Completely at a loss for words. Levi was going to kill you when he returned to normal, because toddler-Levi, left unattended, had unboxed nearly all of his figurines from their packaging. Some of which were incredibly rare, and unable to get anymore.

“I just…I mean…Why?? Why would you do this??”

“They’re my toys.” Levi replied with a pout. Sitting up. “I can do what I want with them. What’s the point in having neat toys if you aren’t going to play with them??”

He did have a point there. But adult-Levi was going to be so mad!

“Do you want to play with me?” The demon asked with a hopeful expression. “You can even be blue Ruri-chan.” The limited edition, color swap Ruri-chan from 1999. He was gonna blow a gasket!

“Yeah. Ok.” But then again, when were you ever going to be able to touch them again.

As expected, Levi totally lost it when he came to his senses. Of course, there was no one to blame but himself, in the end, so he just had to be upset and mope alone. Thankfully, none of them were broken or beyond just out of their originally packaging. He bought them all clear showcase boxes for his ‘ruined’ figurines. Some of them he could rebuy to replace; which seemed to make him happy to have two.

Satan

It had been hours since the affects of the book had taken ahold of Satan. You were starting to wonder if they would ever wear off.

Lucifer had left in search of another book, one that might help speed the process along, and left his younger brother in your care. Of course you were happy to help, but you were getting nervous you would never see the old Satan again.

“[Y/N]-chan?” You look up from your phone, waiting for Lucifer to text you back, to see the blonde demon looking timidly at you from around the corner. 

“What is it Satan?”

“Would you….read to me?” His hands holding out the small children’s book he had some how found in the piles of books covering his room.

You smile softly at him. Your heart warmed by his request. “Of course,” you tell him, and the demon scampered over to sit on the bed beside you. His long legs and body tucked neatly into you as he waited for you to tell him the story of a little lost chicken and it’s journey back home. “[Y/N] tells the best stories!”

After 3 stories, he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Satan was back to normal. He doesn’t answer your questions on where the children’s books had come from, but you spot the red & gold spines on his book shelves sometimes.

Asmo

There was no denying that Asmo was fascinated by art and all things beautiful. He went on and on about it any chance he got. So you shouldn’t have really been surprised when his toddlerfied self just wanted to draw all day.

“Look, look [Y/N]-chan! I finished another one!”

“That’s great Asmo.” You praise. Just like you had done with all the other ones he had handed to you. “Wow! This is really great! Is that a….chicken?”

“No, silly! That’s the white horse for our carriage when we get married!” The demon beamed, then shuffled over on his knees to instruct you on his picture properly. “That’s you, and that’s me. That’s the princess carriage that’s going to ride us off into the sunset. That’s Solomon and Simeon throwing flowers at us. That’s my brothers crying because I got to marry [Y/N]-chan and they didn’t.”

“You certainly seem to have all the parts here.” You praise. Giggling at his enthusiasm and picture.

“I want to have a perfect picture of when we get married. Because I love [Y/N]-chan! And we’re gonna get married and live happily ever after.” He replied, with certainty, with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be glad for that. Why don’t you draw me our perfect house for after we get married?” Asmo scampered off and did just that.

When Asmo came to, and back to his normal self, he took all the pictures he had drawn and framed them. Forcing his brothers and Solomon to take a tour of his mini-art gallery. The piece ‘Marriage of Two Bonded Souls’ was met with some controversy.

Beel

Beel, in his younger days, seemed to have boundless energy. Or you at least had to assume he did, because ever since he had read that stupid book he had been running around.

Lucifer had told you to take him outside. Irritated at hearing his large feet clump around the house, but trying not to show it since it wasn’t his fault. He even let you both take Cerberus outside to help run Beel out. It would be good for the pup too. Get some exercise, he said.

That had been sometime ago, and it seemed baby-Beel and Cerberus were an even match in energy. They had been running around, chasing each other, and play fighting in the back yard all afternoon. You were tired just watching them.

“Beel! Do you want to come in? I think it’s time for a break.”

Both Beel and Cerberus pop their heads up, in a comical and adorable unison head tilt, before jogging over to you. “Break time means snack time right?!”

You chuckle a little. Somethings never changed. “I brought some apple slices & peanut butter for you, for now. We can get you something bigger when we go inside.”

Beel grinned and sat in the grass with the container. “I like apple slices!”

“You do hn?” You don’t think you’ve seen Beel eat an actual fruit on its own. It was usually attached to, baked in, or covered in something, to get him to eat it.

“Yep! They’re crunchy and sweet. Just like you! Though, I guess you aren’t crunchy. Do you want one of my apple slices [Y/N]?”

You blush a little at Beel’s bright, unwavering expression. How could he look so innocent while still looking like that?

He finished his apple slices, minus one, before asking if he could go play again. You let him, but then all of a sudden he spotted playing with Cerberus and stood straight up. Seeming confused on how he got out here and what was going on. “Did I eat an apple? I haven’t had one since….do you think we have more in the kitchen?”

Belphie

It was honestly hard to tell if Belphie was under the spell of the forbidden book or not. He’d been asleep for most of the time; which was not uncommon for him. Then he would wake up and whine a little about something; again, not uncommon for him. Then he would take another nap.

You had figure out that he was still under it’s spell by the requests he was making when he woke up. Juice boxes. More plushies. His ‘blankie’. Eventually it would run its course though, and Belphie would be back to his own sleepy eyed, grown up self. “[Y/N]?”

You walk over to the bed when the demon called your name. The boy half sitting up, but still tucked under his covers. “What is it Belphie?”

“I can’t sleep.” He stated. Which seemed ridiculous since he had been sleeping most of the day. “I miss Lilli. And Be-be. Can you sleep with me?”

You blink at little at the request. You supposed it made since. Kids often wanted someone to sleep with them, so they didn’t have bad dreams or could keep them safe. Maybe that’s why he had been sleeping so much. Because he hadn’t been sleeping well, just sleep.

“Sure Belphie. I’ll lay down with you.” The demon smiled softly, sleepy, before he scooted over to give you some space to lay next to him.

He slept for a while this last time. Clinging onto you in his sleep, with a soft smile on his face. When he woke up, it seemed he was back to normal. “Gosh [Y/N]. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to trick me with that lame book.”

[omiscurls]

hi! (this request is heavily inspired by a kdrama i just watched called sweet home lmao) could i request a childe x gn reader fic where childe and the reader r both severely injured and the reader had to kill someone for self defense and as theyre running away the reader feeling super guilty is like “i’m so terrible i killed someone” and childe is trying to comfort them and they find a place to rest while being both on the verge of death and the reader is like “i killed someone, i’m so scared that it’ll be my last memory”and the childe is like “try to forget abt it it’s ok” and the reader is like “u don’t think abt either too” (yk implying like oh don’t think abt the ppl you’ve killed before childe, bc im assuming he’s killed a lot of ppl) and he’s like ok with a sad smile and they die together in each other’s arms holding hands?)/?:))2 help this is wayyy to detailed i’m sry but if u want the reference scene it’s from this video , they show the specific scene in time stamps 0:57-2:56 again i’m so sorry if this is too detailed or if u don’t wanna write it!!! tysm <3

memory

a/n oh my god that is just my kind of angst, thanks for the request and i hope you'll enjoy!!

prompt: honestly? dying with tartaglia (that sounds like a creepy tv show's title and i'm proud of it)

contains: tartaglia

warnings: angst, death, blood, major character death, self-blame, murder, more blood, really a lot of dying and bleeding, please do not proceed if you're not comfortable with the topics

adrenaline was probably the last string that had your body moving and functioning in any way. the blood in your veins made you deaf, only capable of noticing the sounds of it pumping behind your ears, head pulsing like a bomb about to explode.

your whole body shook, and you felt a metallic taste on your tongue, covering your mouth with your hand to prevent throwing up, which you predicted would happen in a matter of seconds.

"hey!" you finally heard childe yell, sounding distant even still, when you lifted your gaze away from the body before you and noticed he was standing fairly close. "come on, move, or his buddies" he said pointing to the lifeless man beneath you "might just come to get revenge"

with that he took your arm by the waist and pulled you along with him.

you stumbled over your own feet, and almost fell down every couple of minutes. your lungs started to burn after mere seconds, and you couldn't even find breath to tell him to slow down. you also knew he couldn't, having better self-preservation instincts than you, he understood the situation you two were in better.

fuck.

you looked behind you, to the spot where blood painted the grass red under a pile of dead bodies, some of your allies, some of your foes, but from this kind of distance, you couldn't even make out which one was which. your gaze fell down to your hands, covered in sticky redness as well.

you just killed somebody.

it wasn't even the consequences that frightened you, it was the sheer act of life leaving his eyes before he fell down, of his pupils staring at you in one last beg for mercy before freezing like that for the eternity ahead, for how his body seemed to have gained weight in a matter of seconds, almost pulling you down with him. the ringing in your head got more intense as you choked on a strained sob.

"they're dead" you breathed out, making your partner laugh sarcastically.

"good guess" he answered, his grip on your arm loosening as the both of you climbed up a hill.

"no, you don't understand, they're- dead dead! i- i didn't think i-" you stumbled over your words, panic settling in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the situation.

"what, you didn't think that if you pierce a person through with a blade they're gonna die?" he asked rhetorically, back almost slamming against a tree, sliding down to the ground with a breath of relief. "fuck, looks like i got pierced, too" he noticed, looking down onto his side, the grey material of his uniform getting dark and sticky. he hissed, trying to lift it up, and gave up on his attempts, instead opting to look at you.

you didn't sit down, but kept staring forward with the most frightened expression he had ever seen you wear. eyes wide open as you searched for answers in thin air, hands shaking, moving up to cover your mouth.

“hey” he whispered way gentler than before, urging you to sit down in front of him “it’s okay, it was only self-defense. you did kill them, but you didn’t murder them or anything, it was kill or be killed”

his words held so much confidence in what he was saying, you almost felt comforted. he really did master the art of bending the truth to his liking, didn’t he?

“i did it, what if he was someone’s father, or brother, or whoever else, what if i just destroyed someone’s world? he was a human being just as much as i am, i had no right-“ you started relapsing into panic, hands gripping on your hair, head moving down to hide between your legs.

only then did tartaglia notice the huge wound right across the back of your thigh, and several others. fuck, he instantly thought, whoever did it knew what he was doing, cut you in a very specific place, with intent to kill.

he couldn’t even fight back the wave of anger coming crushing at him, but bit his lip instead of saying anything. there was no way the both of you could get to a safe place in time.

he used to be so passionate about continuing to live, normally he would’ve just throw you over his shoulder and run, until his legs gave out, but now, he didn’t even have the energy to stand up. he barely could move his hand, and the more he tried to fight it, the more tired he became.

the feeling of helplessness was eating him alive, both from not having any way of providing you safety, and for not protecting you earlier, not to mention how he couldn’t find the right words to say to you now.

“listen” he started carefully, waiting for you to stop sobbing. “it’s painful, killing someone. it leaves a hole inside you that you don’t know how to cover. it makes your thoughts twist and fight back against you, it makes you want to leave your own head for how bad you feel. it sucks, believe me, i know. you didn’t deserve to have to feel this shitty. i’m- i’m sorry. for not shielding you well enough.” he said bluntly, not a hint of comfort or the usual beating around the bush that he used every time he intended to coax you. just pure, brutal truth. for once.

“it’s okay” you mumbled quietly. your head felt heavy on your shoulders, and you felt how it started to fall off its support. the numbness in your legs, this sort of stressful feeling of being constantly out of air- “i don’t want to die, though”

the sentence felt like a whimper, a cry of help, but tartaglia knew there was exactly nothing he could do.

“am i gonna die?” your voice felt a little stronger, laced with fear, and you lifted your eyes back onto him, in search of a “no” that you knew you wouldn’t find. “i’m gonna leave this world with killing a man as my last memory” you laughed bitterly, before laugh became a cry, and tears mixed with sweat on the surface of your cheeks. “that’s the worst fucking death i could ever imagine”

“baby, look at me” he asked calmly “come here”

when you moved to sit on his side, his hand, sticky from blood, intertwined its fingers with yours, and squeezed tightly.

“look. we’re sitting on a hill, under a tree, the sun is high up in the sky, a meadow below us, it’s a perfect date!” he laughed so authentically, you almost believed it was true. “we’re on a dream date, isn’t that amazing? and look.”

with that, he tilted your head towards his, and kissed you softly and shortly.

“i love you.” he said in the calmest manner he could force out “is that a better memory?”

you placed your head on his side, attempting to hug him even a little bit, tears staining his uniform even more.

“i don’t want to leave you.”

“i’ll be right behind you. guarding your back, like i always do. after all, i promised to always protect you, right? death won’t change my plans.”

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

Just One Day

Part 11 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS

Summary: Someone from her past comes back

Warnings: Physical abuse, mental abuse, rape, swearing, kidnapping, hostage situation, suicidal thoughts

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Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO GET QUITE DARK SO IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR DON’T READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE

Jungkook stretched and hummed in his chair as he saved the last copy of the song he was working on, his shirt riding up, exposing his stomach to the air conditioning that was circulating crisp, cold air around the room. He preferred his studio to be quite cold while he was working late as it would keep him awake, to the point where he would lose track of time and would only go home because one of his hyungs told him to either by calling him incessantly until he picked up or actually dragging him out of his studio.

He grabbed his bag from the couch behind him and began packing everything up quickly, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with Y/N and love her with everything he had. He grabbed her phone and glanced at the time. It was just past midnight. His gorgeous girl had left just under two hours ago and he felt bad because he had promised he would be an hour at the most. He made sure everything was properly turned off and logged out. He pushed his chair back under his desk with his foot before moving out of the studio and locking the door behind him.

He knew that when he got home everyone would be asleep. They normally stayed up until everyone was home, but if Y/N had told the others that he was close behind then they would have gone to bed, knowing that he would be back soon. He said a quick goodbye to the night guards before moving into the parking lot and getting into his car.

He drove quickly but carefully back. The streets of Seoul were quite quiet since it was the middle of the night, but it was something Jungkook found quite relaxing. He loved the glimmering of the streetlights and neon shop lights against the dark sky. There were no stars tonight - it was too cloudy, but Seoul made up for that, the lights on the tips of the skyscrapers becoming artificial stars. He wanted to take Y/N out for a date like this, driving through Seoul and then eating junk food on the hood of his car somewhere secluded while looking at the sky and scenery, enjoying each other’s presence. He would do that with her soon, when his schedule wasn’t as hectic.

He pulled into the underground parking lot of the group’s flat and jogged to their apartment, not being able to keep away from his gorgeous girl any longer. He needed her in his arms. 

He unlocked the door and toed off his shoes, instantly being met with the sight of his hyungs sat together in the living room and no Y/N in sight.

“Where the hell have you been?” Yoongi asked, getting up and embracing the boy before taking hold of his ear and twisting it. Jungkook yelped in pain.

“I was in the Golden Closet. Didn’t Y/N tell you?” Jungkook moved to cup his ear to help with the pain but Yoongi stopped his hand. “Speaking of, where is my gorgeous girl?”

“We thought she was with you, Kook.” Hoseok replied.

“But she left before me, like two hours ago. Sejin-ssi picked her up. She said she would come straight here, hyung.” Jungkook explained, biting at his thumb nervously. His head was instantly filled with negative thoughts. Which if their car had been hijacked by saesangs? What if they had been in an accident?

“Jungkook!” Yoongi yelled, getting his attention. “I asked you a question?”

“I’m sorry, hyung, I didn’t hear you, can you please repeat it?” Jungkook took a shaky breath, feeling himself on the verge of a panic attack.

“I said are you sure Sejin-ssi picked her up?” Yoongi repeated himself.

“I don’t know, I think so. He did text me saying he had got her.” Jungkook collapsed on one of the sofas, holding his head in his hands. “Hyung, what if they got in an accident? What if a saesang intercepted the car?”

“Hey, hey, Yoongi hyung, calm down, you’re scaring him.” Namjoon said, putting his hands on the older’s shoulders and sitting him down. “Okay, now, Kook you need to calm down, okay? Don’t panic.” He noticed the maknae’s breathing speeding up and tears streaming down his face.

“I should have left with her when she said she was tired. I shouldn’t have stayed later. I just wanted to finish the song. It was me who suggested it.” Namjoon sighed and sat down, pulling the younger boy onto his lap.

“How about we call her? It’s most likely that she asked Sejin to stop for ice cream or something like that. You know how much of a sweet tooth she has.” Namjoon suggested, rubbing the maknae’s back to calm him down. He hated seeing him this upset. 

“We can’t call her. She left her phone.” Jungkook said. “I should have followed her. I should have chased after her and given it to her when I realised she had left it. I’m a terrible boyfriend.” More tears poured down his face, his doll-like lips becoming pouted. 

“Hey, no, you aren’t. We’ll just call Sejin, okay.” Namjoon reassured him. “Jungkook, you are not a terrible boyfriend. You are amazing. She loves you so much.” Namjoon looked over to the rest of the members. “One of you call Sejin-ssi. I’m going to get Kookie some comfortable clothes and then try and calm him down, okay?”

“I’ll call him.” Jimin volunteered, pulling out his phone. He tapped a few things on the screen and put the call on speaker. The ringing tone filled the room for a few moments before someone picked up. “Sejin-ssi?”

It was silent before someone spoke. Someone who was definitely not Sejin. “Hmm, no, how about you try again?” The person replied, making Jimin look up at his hyungs with wide eyes. 

“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi asked, his voice firm and serious. There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone and a noise that sounded like a whimper of pain.

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” The man sounded menacing. Jungkook gulped and looked at Yoongi, his doe eyes full of fear. Yoongi looked like he was ready to murder someone, and Jungkook knew that he was going to take the main brunt of his anger.

“Jackson?” Yoongi had no emotion in his voice. This happened when he was really scared or really angry. It was like his body shut down any way he could be seen as weak. 

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” His voice was quieter like he wasn’t talking into the phone. “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” There was a loud thud and a cry of pain.

“Jackson stop! Please!” They heard you beg. Jungkook bit his lip, not wanting to hear his girlfriend being hurt and not being able to do anything about it. 

“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” There was a slap and a stifled shout. “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.”

“Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.” Yoongi shouted just before the call was ended. There was a beep. Jimin shouted in frustration and threw his phone across the room.

“This is all my fault.” Jungkook whispered to himself.

“Damn right it is!” Yoongi shouted, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “Why would you not go with her? How could you let her go by herself! What the actual fuck, Jungkook!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think-” 

“You never do! You only do what you want to do! You’re so selfish, Jeon Jungkook!” Yoongi was seething. Jungkook gulped. “Your sorry doesn’t fix anything! She is gone! She is back with that pathetic excuse for a man and is probably not going to make it! You know what she told me? If she was ever with Jackson again, she was going to kill herself! So tell me, Jungkook, what are you going to do? You’ve sent her down the river to her death! Because of you, she’s going to die!”

“Hyung!” Namjoon yelled, making Yoongi drop Jungkook. The maknae skittered away. There was a slam and then silence. “What the hell are you doing? You know how sensitive he is!” Namjoon was angry. 

“Jackson has her, Joon. He intercepted Sejin and kidnapped her. He was beating her on the phone.” Yoongi’s voice was shaky. “And it’s all Jungkook’s fault. He should have left with her. He knows that Jackson is out there!”

“How the hell would Jungkook have known Jackson would have the balls to do something like this?” Namjoon asked with an edge to his voice. “He called Sejin to make sure she wasn’t walking home by herself! If he really didn’t care about her, he would have let her make her own way home.”

“If he cared about her, he would have taken her home himself!” Yoongi wasn’t having any of it. In his eyes, Jungkook was at fault here. 

“Look, you’re angry and scared. We all are. But that does not give us the right to argue with each other. We need to stick together if we want to get her back.” Namjoon said, remaining calm. He had to. If he fell apart, they all fell apart. “You need to go and cool off. Go to your room and calm yourself down, and then you need to apologise to Jungkook. You’re his hyung, Yoon, and he needs you right now.”

Yoongi looked at his younger member and sighed. Namjoon was right. They couldn’t afford to be arguing with each other. It would make everything a whole lot worse.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Yoongi’s voice was quiet. 

“Come on, hyungie. I think you need some Jiminie cuddles.” A small hand took his and pulled him up to his room. “Namjoon hyung, can you call the police, please.” Namjoon pointed to his phone and nodded. 

Jimin lay down on Yoongi’s bed and opened his arms. “I’m the big spoon this time.” He said. Yoongi nodded and climbed onto the bed, settling into Jimin’s arms. It was then he allowed the wall to come down and dissolved into tears.

“She said she was going to kill herself, Min.” Yoongi sobbed. “She said she wouldn’t be able to handle being with him for any longer. I don’t. I can’t deal with losing her. I won’t be able to deal with losing her.”

“It will be okay, hyung. Joonie hyung is on the phone with the police now and since he has Sejin’s phone, they will be able to track it and see where they are. PD-nim had a tracker installed into the phone that can’t be turned off in case Sejin ever got kidnapped or we did. They’ll find her.”

“Yes, but if they find her, will they actually find her, or will she just be the shell of herself?” Yoongi said, resting the side of his head on Jimin’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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Silence. Darkness. Pain. 

The never ending cycle that Y/N was going through. Whatever Jackson had used to knock her out had caused the worse headache. It throbbed, each wave of pain being stronger than the last. She winced as she came around.

Her eyes felt like they were glued together. She tried to open them, but failed. Her eyelids felt too heavy. She also knew that if she opened them she would be faced with the impending doomed reality she was forced to deal with. The reality where she was back with Jackson and had been ripped away from her happy life with her boys.

It was then the most horrible thought flashed through her mind. What if it had all been a dream? What if she had made it all up? Those months where all her fear for Jackson had fizzled out, thinking she was safe? It was a false sense of security. In what world would BTS, the biggest boygroup in the world, be her soulmates? In what world would she deserve seven soulmates? There would only be one way to test if it was real. She had to open her eyes and see if everything was greyscale or full color. 

She tried to open her eyes again, but failed. Had he glued her eyes shut? She reached up and felt along her eyelashes. It was crusty but it wasn’t sticky. She pried open her eyelids, pulling them apart with her fingers. She hissed slightly. 

Her eyelids were unstuck now, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to open them if the past months had just been a dream. Just open them Y/N, she thought to herself, just open them. You never know. 

“Please don’t be grey. Please don’t be grey.” She whispered to herself, gingerly opening her eyes.

She looked around, realising that she was back in that bedroom. Her mother’s lamp was still on the bedside table, although there was a small dark brown stain on it now. Dark brown. That was a color. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least one thing was going well. 

“Look who’s up.” A voice drawled. She looked over to the door and saw Jackson lounging against the frame, a belt idly swinging between his fingers. She gulped.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She glared at him, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her head. 

“Because I love you and you love me.” Jackson shrugged. “You belong with me, not with them.”

“I don’t love you, Jackson. I haven’t for a long while.” She spat.

Jackson gasped animatedly. “Someone has some nerve talking to me like that. Where are your manners? Guess I need to teach you again. Kneel and face the bed.”

Y/N ignored him, trying to stand up to him and show him that she wasn’t weak anymore and that she knew her worth and wasn’t scared of him. He slapped the belt across her face. Thankfully he was holding the buckle, but the impact still hurt. She cried out as he pulled her up by her hair and forced her into a kneeling position.

“Listen to me, stupid bitch.” He hit her harshly with the belt. “Just a few months away from me and all your training is gone. Looks like I’ll just have to be harsher with you.” He added a few more hits before throwing his belt somewhere else in the room. “Get on the bed.” He pulled her up by her hair, making her hiss in pain. “Now if you make a sound, I will make this so much worse for you.” He threatened.

Y/N gulped and nodded, allowing him to force her into a position on the bed. Her back and shoulders hurt so much. He forced her onto her hands and knees. He groaned. “Now that is a sight I have missed.” He rubbed his hands over her ass.

Y/N’s heartbeat sped up and her breathing quickened. Was he about to rape her? She tried to move away from him, but he grabbed onto her hips. “Stop!” He shouted, hitting her back over one of the open wounds from his belt. She cried out and crumpled forwards. He pressed his hips against her. “See how much I’ve missed you.” He was hard against her. She didn’t want this.

“Get away from me. Don’t. Please don’t.”

“I said no talking!” A harsh smack to her inner thigh followed before he ripped off her panties. She silently scolded herself for wearing a skirt. If she had been wearing jeans she would have been able to fight against this better. She would have had more time. She sobbed as she heard him push his jeans down. Before he could do anything to her, a phone started ringing.

“Fuck sake.” He groaned, answering it as he stroked over her lower back and thighs.

“Sejin-ssi?” It was Jimin. Y/N felt some relief flood through her body. She knew that Sejin had an unremovable tracker built into his phone that could not be switched off and she knew Jackson had no knowledge of it. Jackson dug his nails into her skin before he spoke.

“Hmm, no, how about you try again?” Jackson smirked, knowing he had full power here. 

“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi sounded angry. Y/N knew that he was not going to rest until he found her. 

Jackson set the phone down and whispered into Y/N’s ear. “If you say one thing, I will kill you.” He threatened. “Now, shut up and be good.” He chuckled as he picked up the phone, pushing into the poor girl. She whimpered, the dry friction hurting her.

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” Jackson rolled his hips against her, making her bury her head and cry. She didn’t know if they could hear her.

“Jackson?” Yoongi figured it out, but Y/N had just switched off. She hated this. She wanted out.

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” He reached down and grabbed his belt again.  “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” He brought the leather down against her skin, this time not holding the buckle. She felt the metal tear open her skin, leaving fresh wounds that would sometimes go over the ones he had already done. It hurt so much. Y/N just wanted it to be over. She couldn’t do this again. He hit her again, making her scream out in pain.

“Jackson, stop! Please!” She yelled, her hands curling in the sheets to relieve some of the pain.

“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” Jackson slapped her before grabbing his belt and wrapping it around her neck tightly. She could feel her air supply being cut off. She released a stifled scream, clawing at the leather around her neck.  “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.” He said into the phone.

Before he could hang up, Y/N heard Yoongi talking directly to her.  “Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.”

“Yoongi! I love you all too!” She yelled but Jackson had cut the call.

“Now... where were we?” He sounded menacing. Y/N sobbed as she felt him begin to move.

But now she had that small glimmer of hope that they would be able to find her. One day she would be out of here and she held onto that. For them.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I get headcanons for Kurapika with a darling who gets hurt and he finds them limping back to the house, a dead body nearby. But when they see him the just breakdown and tell him they don't mean to be outside they were almost kidnapped. They'll go back inside just don't hurt them like the person did. And they just want comfort from Kurapika?

The dead body is, or to be clear was the kidnapper right?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, overprotevtiveness, kidnapping, blood, s/o killing someone, vicious behavior, blood

Nearly kidnapped

⛓Okay, the chances of Kurapika leaving his darling are a bit more low given the fact that he is terrified that something might happen to them if they’re left alone and he isn’t with them. He doesn’t let them too much out in the first place to lower the risks of them hurting themselves or getting attacked by someone. So if he does have to leave, he tries to finish whatever he is doing as fast as possible only to rush back to his s/o afterwards, he is paranoid and scared 24/7 when he isn’t with them.

⛓Let’s just say that when he finds the dead body of a person too close to the house he keeps you in, he has a breakdown as well, fear creeping up his heart and making his breath go erratic and cause him to break out in cold sweat, imagining the worst. He just runs afterwards, runs whilst praying for whoever is up there and watching to not do this to him, to not take you away from him as well.

⛓And when he finally sees his darling, covered in blood and limping back to his house, he honestly feels like his heart has just gone dead, feeling like all warmth has just left his body, leaving him with only horrendous coldness. On the bright side you’re not dead, but you’re still hurt, something Kurapika sweared you not let happen. What are you even doing outside?! What happened?! Who was the corpse?! He is less angry than he is horrified and scared, not understanding what happened, only understanding that if he wouldn’t have left you it have hurried up, he might have been able to stop all of this.

⛓He needs answers, badly. Kurapika just has to know what happened so he can make sure it won’t happen again. But the most important thing right now is making sure that his s/o is alright, that he can attend to their wounds and nurse them back to help. He has a meltdown in that moment, fear and paranoia clouding his ability to judge properly and he just storms to his darling, needing to know that they’re fine, not hurt too badly and to try to calm them down and reassure them after whatever happened, though he just needs to be calmed down just as badly.

⛓However, the sudden mental breakdown his darling has shocks him in the most negative senses the moment they are being turned around by him, whole body shaking and voice trembling and raised whilst hastily asking what happened and if they’re fine, already having started to check over all the places where blood is staining the fabric of their shirt. Kurapika himself is on the verge of tears, vision blurry to all the tears whilst trying to tell his darling that it’s fine, that he’s now here and that he won’t be angry with them, they just have to tell him what happened.

⛓The way his darling just clings onto him, refusing to let go, sobbing and crying harshly whilst explaining themselves, that they didn’t want to be outside, that they were almost kidnapped and ended up killing someone in the process, that they just want to go back inside and want Kurapika to stay, pleading him to not hurt him for this. It makes Kurapika’s mind go deadly quiet and blank for a moment, too much to take in all so suddenly. That is before he snaps, a seething and infuriated frenzy taking over his senses, accompanied from wailing fear that someone managed to go that far despite all the preparations he’s made to keep you safe. He was not there to protect you, you got hurt because of him and on top of that you had to kill someone, putting you through unnecessary trauma. How can he call himself your protector when he couldn’t even be there for you?!

⛓He just guides his darling quickly back to the small cottage, carrying them since he is too paranoid to let them walk on their own and as soon as he’s back, he instantly bandages and cleans all wounds, feeling not safe in the four walls of this house anymore. And afterwards he stays with them, not wanting to leave their side anymore and it’s not like his darling would want to let him either, not after what happened. Hard to say who is trying to seek for more comfort in that moment, the incident leaving both parts filled with fear and trauma, though Kurapika takes all the blame on this for not having done more.

⛓The blonde apologizes over and over again to his darling, both entangled in each other’s embrace and desperately wanting to calm down in the warmth of each other. Kurapika might have started crying by now as well, not being able to stop all the brewing emotions from inside of him. The knowledge that he might have nearly lost everything again is too much to carry for him whilst staying composed. He just needs in that moment to feel you and your beating heart against his, the reassurance that you’re here.

⛓He won’t let this happen again, he swears it or otherwise he will punish himself. It is still clear for him that he has to change places and move away, thinking that if one person already found the house, others will do as well and for as long as his darling is still in the process of healing, he won’t leave them either and even after they fully heal, he is even more iffy to leave for too long, flashbacks constantly hunting him.

⛓It becomes a nightmare, literally. What might have happened if you wouldn’t have fought that hard? Would you have died? Such thoughts let his deepest fears take their full power over him in his sleep, gruesome images flashing in his sleep right before his eyes and letting him see the worst. It never ceases to habe him shooting up from the bed, heart beating like crazy and body covered in sweat, instantly looking next to him to see you unharmed next to him, though this is only able to calm him a bit down. This might have really happened if you wouldn’t have been so strong that day, needing to fight on your own because he hadn’t been there. He won’t let it happen again. Ever. Only the memories might lead his eyes to start glowing.

[peachyaone]

the pain of losing and the relief from comfort.

pairings: giyuu tomioka x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of battle and a breakdown.

plot: you break from the pain, can giyuu put you back together?

The mission started like any other but quickly turned into a living hell. An upper moon with a large group of its friends, slaughtering the unprepared and terrified slayers one by one. You tried to assist them but there was too much for you alone to handle.

Giyuu was gone, he was assisting others at the other side of the field. Your legs were so close to collapsing. You look up to see one of the demons grasping another slayer, its large hand crushing his neck, killing him instantly. You sped by and sliced its head, killing the beast.

The determined slayers fought their hardest, and after hours of fighting, almost all the demons in the area had been defeated. There were too many casualties and injuries to keep going with the mission.

“FALL BACK!” Your voice echoed through the battlefield. Then you saw The Upper Moon cornered a group of slayers. You knew those kids. “No.” You said under your breath. You pushed yourself forward.

You would never forgive yourself if you let them die here.

You saw it grabbing one of them, you were begging to the skies to let you get there in time. But then a group of demons stopped you. You fought them in a desperate, rushed manner. You heard screams coming from the group. Your heart started to beat a thousand miles per hour. You were so, so exhausted.

"SENSEI!” “PLEASE HELP US!”

More screams and pleads for the demon to stop came from the younger slayers clouded your mind. When you successfully decapitated the demons, to your horror, the Upper Moon has eaten them. The light inside your eyes faded.

You stood there in shock.

Your legs gave out and you fell to the ground.

The Upper Moon escaped, as you sat there, still and in shock.

“Y/N!” Giyuu ran up to your dazed form. “If you aren’t hurt, get up and focus on the battle .” You couldn’t hear him. He was cold and harsh, but deep down, you knew he was trying to help you. You couldn’t help but feel like you deserved to die for not saving your juniors. You just fucking stood there and watched all of them die.

Giyuu cursed under his breath. There was no way you were in any state to fight. He figured you had seen something traumatic when he saw the way you were looking at the pile of bloody uniforms. Witnessing the deaths of somebody you cared for was not easy, especially when you lose everyone at once. He would know. He knew you would blame yourself. He knew you’d feel guilty for not being able to save them. He saw it in your eyes. You were shutting down your emotions as you wouldn't feel the pain. You wanted to grieve for them, to scream your throat raw. But now wasn’t the time.

“Hey.” His voice softened. “Come on, get up.” He said.

You couldn't look at him. You just stared at the spot. Your kids were screaming for help. Help that you couldn’t give them. If only you had just moved faster. If only you pushed yourself harder. They were just children.

Giyuu kneeled in front of you, his steel-blue eyes boring into yours. He noticed that the shine that you always had in your eyes was gone.

“Come on. We have to get away from here.”

You were on a brink of breaking down while he lifted you up, hoisting you onto his arms. He cradled your head into his chest and rushed to the headquarters.

When you got home, immediately brought you to the Butterfly Estate to ensure you weren’t injured in any way. After getting patched up, he took you to his estate.

He set you down in his bathroom. You hugged your knees to your chest, tears threatening to fall at any moment. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, reliving the moment. No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop seeing it and hearing the screams of terror coming from your students. They were your responsibility and you failed them.

Giyuu turned on the water, the sound of running water played as background noise to you. His eyes glanced in your direction sadly. He knew you love those kids like your own. You would talk about them so often, with a soft parental look. You went through the tough years of training them. Losing people that close to you would be difficult. He knew. He felt lost and defeated after losing Sabito. If he had stayed with him, who knows whether or not he’d still be here. He didn’t have anyone to help him grieve. But this time, he had you. And he plans to do the same for you.

As the warm water filled the tub, Giyuu’s fingers hesitated to wonder if he should even do this. Well, you were sweaty and caked with dirt and dried blood. He was sure that you wouldn't want to wake up to see the reminder of your loss. And there was no way he would leave you like this. He took off your haori, and unbuttoned your uniform, then carried you to the tub.

He knew he wasn’t the best at comforting, how was he supposed to know what to do? He didn’t have anyone to show him how. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but still, you clearly need someone right now. He grabbed the cloth and poured a generous amount on his hand and began to gently scrub the dirt and blood of you. You closed your eyes at the gentle scrubbing.

Giyuu’s calloused hands were so gentle against your body, washing away the evidence of what happened earlier that day. His hands felt good against your skin. You just wanted to be close to him, to fall completely apart, but you didn’t want him to think that you’re weak or annoying.

He didn’t expect you to be this silent. It makes him feel uneasy.

He gently set you down on the bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you into your nightwear, then he moves to quickly take a shower himself.

Yeah, you don't really talk a lot sometimes, preferring to savor the comfortable silence with him. You never minded talking about how you felt, and he surely never minded listening. He fathered you talk to him, instead of bottling your emotions like that. After he took you out and dried you, he carried you over to the bed. Your slightly damp hair leaving spots on his haori.

It was that moment you exploded.

Your body began to shake as tears streamed down your face, soft sobs escaping your lips. The images of each student flashed so vividly in your mind and your heart started to feel heavy again. Your nails dug into your arm, creating little indents in your already scarred skin. You hissed in pain but you didn’t make any effort to move it either. Your breath uneven and you wailed loudly as you think of them. Giyuu came running to you.

“I couldn’t save them, my children-“ Your hands gripped your arm tighter. You just wish you had done something to help them. Even if you had been injured or killed, you at least would die knowing you saved your students, your children. Your breathing had become frantic and you were on the verge of tears. "They were calling out for me and I couldn't even save them!" Your eyes squeezed shut, wanting to scream. Giyuu grabbed your cheeks and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Hey, hey, hey.” his voice called out to you softly. “breathe for me, dear, breath.” He pulled your hands away from your arms and made you hold his. He was being soft and kind, which was different than he usually is. Then again, you needed him. So, you threw yourself into his arms again, hugging him tightly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his body.

“Nobody blames you.” He paused, trying to find the right words. “Your students, they will not die for nothing. You hear me? We’ll have to take revenge, for them, alright? We’ll make those demons pay.” He said. You nodded against his skin. He kissed your head. “That’s my dear.” He whispered. “Giyuu?” You whispered. He hummed in reply. “Can we… can we go back and give them a proper burial tomorrow morning?” You asked him. “….” He looked into your eyes, searching for signs of guilt and that you were forcing yourself to do this. “It's the least I can do.” You said, looking away. “Sure. We’ll head there first thing in the morning.” He said. “Thank you.” You whispered, holding him tighter. “You welcome.” He said.

He may be a man with a few words but you knew you can always depend on him when times get rough.

[niskoo]

Memories kept in the pink hoodie

pairing: Ex! Heeseung x reader

genre: angst, fluff in the end ig, breakup! AU

warnings: swearing, uhhh they like break down together

word count: 2.2k words OMG

a/n: another one of my requests!! thank you all for the ideas its really helping!! mmm this one was very interesting to write because i usually write crack/fluff, aaannndd ive literally never done anything ive written IURHWIU thank you for the great idea anon <33 THIS HELPED SO MUCH OMG USUALLY MY ANGST SUCKS BUT IM PRETTY PROUD OF THIS AAAA ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT REALLY WHAT YOU WANTED IDK THERE ALWAYS HAS TO BE FLUFF IN MY IMAGINES IG 😓😭

feel free to request and help get rid of my writers block!!

a bit based off of 'try again' by jaehyun and d.ear

You should've known the consequences of dating an idol, you should've been careful. Of course they wouldn't let you be together, he's in one of the rising groups, heck, he was in one of the biggest companies.

It wasn't necessarily the company's fault you were so heartbroken, it's both your faults. You couldn't help but blame each other for how careless you were. You know better than to make things worse, and yet you did.

The evening you go back to his dorm after being confronted by the company, you two started a huge argument of who's fault it was. Either it was his fault for not taking caution during work, or your fault for always checking up on him. All loving actions in the past became reasons for why you should break up, thus cracking your relationship further.

When you went home that night, with your backpack full of your things, you did nothing. You didn't cry, you didn't rage, you simply thought that this was the end, you felt guilty that it had to end like this, instead of just working it out and breaking it off peacefully.

Your heart was left cracked and hurt for sure, but this time, you blame yourself. You shouldn't have met him, you shouldn't have got to know him, it's all your fault. And for the first time that night, you cry.

Your heart clenched at every thought of having to leave Heeseung, more tears falling at the fact that he's not gonna be a part of your life anymore. He's gone, and it's all your fault.

It's when you unpack your things when you realize you still have a bunch of things left at his place, you realize you never want to go back and face him.

You leave your stuff there for the next 2 days, your heart still unready to confront and be reminded of the fact that Heeseung is gone. Unfortunately, he has other plans.

Your phone lights up, and the last name you want to see is lighting the phone up.

'Hey... you left some of your stuff.'

You instantly turn your phone off, breaths picking up as you quickly look away from it and finish your lunch. You can feel the anxiety filling your body as you notice it light up once again, and it swarms in your chest even more when your mother winces at the next text.

You put down your spoon, quickly glancing at the text.

'If you want, you can come by and pick them up? I'll pack them for you...'

Your heart clenches yet once again, you know it's true, literally half your stuff is still there and you have to pick them up. You unlock your phone, quickly sending an 'okay' before completely shutting your phone down. You wouldn't stand a second more looking at his contact.

You decide to go at 11, because that's when the other members are at the company training. You don't know if Heeseung's gonna be there to give you your things, a part of you hopes he is, another hopes he's not there. But then again, who else would open the door for you?

You stand outside the familiar door nervously, picking on your nails and the lint on the hem of your cardigan. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, and instead of your ex boyfriend standing there it's the youngest of the group, his eyes wide and puffy lips parted.

As usual, he woke up late. You can't help but chuckle as he picks his shoes up and scurries down the stairs, bidding him a friendly goodbye.

You almost forget about Heeseung, but as you hear shuffling from inside, it all comes back.

You two share awkward glances, the tension slowly building itself back up. Instead of the heated, rage filled tension, this time the tension is guilty, and without each other knowing, yearning.

“T-this way,” Heeseung mutters tightly, eyes glued to the ground as he shuffled quickly to the living room. You follow along just a few seconds later, still processing the fact that this is the end. He could be gone out of your life after this, it’s your last chance to speak.

Your eyes slowly travel up when you stop, the beating of your heart quickening with the slight burning in your eyes. Lo and behold, there your things laid, ready for you to bring back home. You can’t help but notice how it’s packed completely how Heeseung would pack, neat and with care. It’s not too stuffed, it’s in the perfect place.

Biting at the dead skin of your lip, you trudge towards the duffle bag—his duffle bag—and kneel down to grab the handle. The moment you pick it up, you notice how the bag isn’t fully zipped, and a certain pink sleeve peaks out from the tiny space.

All too familiar, the pink sleeve was. It was the one he took from Daniel in I-land. He knew you loved it, for you loved the kid like your little brother. But, he can’t. It’s his, it’s his favorite, he can’t just give it to his ex.

You instantly place the bag down, the tears starting to well up in frustration and sadness. You zip open the bag and take the pink hoodie out, before shoving it into Heeseung’s chest, “Take it, Heeseung, Please don’t give it to me.”

It takes him a few moments, before Heeseung is shaking his head and handing it back to you. “No, it’s practically yours anyway. And you really like it right? It’s just a-“

“Don’t tell me it’s just a hoodie!”

You both are shocked at your sudden burst, frozen in your spot. Your breathing is heavy, like a weight is holding it down and slowing your breathing. There are tears keeping your cheek moist, warm, they stream down continuously, the sensation as if there was fire dripping from your eyes and burning your skin.

Heeseung’s just on the verge of crying himself, the grip on the pink hoodie deathly, he feels the material ripping against his skin. How did it come to this? When did it even happen? It all feels surreal, to think what you two had could fall apart.

All the happy moments in your relationship fading to memories, the hoodie representing the fact itself is true. None of you wanted to take it, afraid it would remind you of the other.

Deep down, you wanted to keep it, keep the memories it held, keep the tears that once soaked it when you vented all your stress to him, keep the scent of Heeseung that lingered on the fabric. You were just too afraid of being reminded that along with the happy memories, came the sad memories of the night you fought and broke it off.

Your grip on the poor hoodie eases, as you slide to the floor helplessly with tears messing your face up. You desperately wanted to hold the pink piece of clothing and keep it forever, and another part of you cursed at you for being too vulnerable.

Your hand quickly wipes away the tears on your cheeks and chin harshly, almost hitting yourself for being so sensitive. Before you could do the action again, a softer grasp is stopping your hand, Heeseung’s other hand reaching up to brush the tears away dearly, blowing your hair away from your face.

Before you could even bring yourself to stop, you’re already reacting to his touch, cowering into his hold and placing your hand over his on your cheek, almost intertwining them together.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into his palm, your other hand reaching up to grasp at his t-shirt. You’re sorry for so many reasons, for not being careful, for all the things you said in the argument, for making a sudden commotion just because of a stupid hoodie. “I’m so sorry...”

“Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Heeseung grabs you into his infamous embrace you would hate to leave, stroking your back with patterns just the way he knew you loved, just the way it would calm you down. “We’ll be alright.”

More tears fall between your eyelashes, dripping and soaking into Heeseung’s shoulder as he himself sniffles quietly into your hair. None of you want to leave each other behind, it’s the painful truth that you both can’t have, the truth you’ve always feared.

A sudden feeling of relief fills you up inside, his words reassure you in a way, we’ll be alright, you’ll be okay, it just had to leave his lips for you to believe it. You crawl closer to Heeseung, squeezing yourself in his bear hug, “We’ll be okay, we can make it right,”

A hoarse and hearty laugh leaves Heeseung, it shakes right by your ear as you press it against his chest, and he nods, “Yeah,”

He gently pulls your head back right in front of his, wiping the last of your tears and tucking the stray hairs back to the back of your ear, “Let’s just talk,” his whisper tickles your nose, causing you to lightly giggle at the feeling, his lips pressing softly against the pink tinted skin, “Make everything better?”

You nod, finally grasping at the pink hoodie and holding it tight to your chest as Heeseung laughs and bonks his forehead right on yours.

For the next few hours, you talk, make up, talk some more, maybe even a small cuddle, but that’s a secret. You make ramen for when the other members come back from practice, you feel happy to see the members thank you and eat with enthusiasm, you feel glad this is how your last moments together last.

Now you have the (practically ripped) pink hoodie in your arms as you bid the boys goodbye, slightly tearing up at the sight of them sadly waving, but you keep it in and continue your way back home, where you would tell your mom how you ended it on good terms.

And that night, you slip on the pink hoodie before you sleep, and you feel a piece of paper poking at your arm. You’re surprised to see a crumpled envelope poking out, your name written messily in blue ink.

You pull the envelope out quickly, opening it out with something bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you notice the handwriting as Heeseung’s.

‘My dear Y/n,

Hello there! I don’t know if i got the guts to make it right with you or if i pussied out and watched you as you drove away with regrets, but that’s what this letter is for. hopefully you didn’t throw this letter away hehe

i just wanted to thank you. for everything. your love, your care, your trust, Your happiness, thank you for everything you’ve given me. im sorry we had to end our journey, but know that you’ll be in my mind everyday. when we practice, I’ll remember your encouraging smile, when we win, I'll remember the fact that it’s you who gave me the courage to start this whole career.

i love you y/n. we’ll both probably find our other person in the future, but you’ll forever be in my heart as my first love, my first heartbreak, my best memory. thank you for helping me through my hardest times, thank you for helping the other boys through their worst times, especially jungwon, he’ll miss you the most.

i guess this is goodbye, y/n. not forever, of course, but for some time. thank you for everything, i hope you enjoyed the times we had together as much as i did.

with all the love in my heart,

Lee Heeseung :)’

You wipe at your tears for the nth time that day, folding the paper back into the envelope. “Fuck you Heeseung, you’ve ruined my makeup again!” You curse under your breath as you slip the letter into a certain box at the corner of your bedside table, patting your cheeks one last time.

You truly cherish the memories you had with Heeseung. You hope he does too.

[ray-ray-writings]

Wither or Not-Technoblade

#37, 38, and 39 from this prompt list. Check out my masterlist here. 

This is a Technoblade x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! 

Small Author Note: This is out of character for Techno and also, I don’t think Techno has done anything wrong on the server and this is the hill I will die on… That is all.

Techno attempts to explain to his partner just why he betrayed L’Manberg. 

Y/N’s POV

Pain. That’s all I felt. Pain. The high of winning our war quickly came crashing down as the nation that we had fought so hard to win back was blown to bits by none other than the one that created it. And then two withers spawned by the one that promised to help secure it’s freedom. By the one that swore he was on our side… My side. His partner’s side. Technoblade. The Blood God himself had spawned the withers that further caused L’Manberg to fall into ruins. 

The pain was both emotional and physical. I was so exhausted from fighting that I hadn’t been able to make it far enough away from the explosion. I found myself face down in a pile of rubble, ears ringing. I slowly turned myself over and looked up to find Techno’s mouth moving, but couldn’t hear the words. He placed the three wither skulls atop the soul sand and boom! The withers had made their appearance. Tommy was quick to lead a charge to fight them, but I couldn’t move. I was too hurt. 

My heart hurt at the thought of my partner betraying us. My bones ached from the beating I had taken during the day. I watched the wither’s health quickly deplete as many fought it, taking it down. As the wither died, my eyes met Techno’s. I was still lying helplessly on the ground, a pile of rubble propping me up and I’m sure I looked like a wreck. Techno quickly made his way toward me, but I didn’t want him anywhere near me. 

“Y/N” He whispered, kneeling down next to me, moving his hands to cup my cheek. I jerked away from him, hissing at the searing pain that shot through me, but I help my ground, “Don’t fucking touch me,” I hissed out. Hurt flashed through Techno’s face. “Y/N, please.” He pleaded once more, attempting to touch me again, “I’m serious Techno. Don’t you dare touch me. You’ve done more than enough harm for one day.” I barked, my head pounding from the pain caused by the movement. 

“I’m sorry,” Techno pleaded, trying to get me to listen to him. I let out a scoff though, not believing it. “Don’t say that. Not now. Not after you blew up my country… My home. Something I have built with my friends and family to make. Something I have fought many wars over. Something that was special to me. Something that you and Wilbur have now destroyed. You aren’t sorry Techno” 

“Y/N, you have to understand-” “Oh I understand plenty Techno,” I cut the pink haired man off, “You fought by our side. By my side. I trusted you with everything I had and you threw it away.” I snarled, my hand moving to rest on my stomach. I could tell Techno wanted nothing more than to reach down and help me, to touch me, but I couldn’t let him. Not after this. 

“Y/N!!” I heard Tommy scream from somewhere. “I’m here!” I yelped, immediately coughing after due to the strain it caused on my voice. After a few moments, Tommy’s blonde head came into view, worry filling his blue eyes. “Help?” I weakly asked the blonde boy, ignoring the burning holes Techno was drilling into my face with his eyes. Tommy hesitated at the sight of Techno, but then his face filled with determination and quickly made his way to me. 

Tommy nudged Techno out of the way and kneeled beside me. “Are you okay? Can you walk?” He questioned, his eyes scanning my injuries. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Tommy hummed at the answer and reached into his inventory, pulling out a small pink potion. “Here,” He murmured as he uncorked it. Tommy held the potion to my lips, helping me drink. I could instantly feel the effects of the potion hit me. Some of the pain melted away from my body and a warth came over me. “Better?” Tommy asked, seeing me relax a bit. “Yeah, better. I just want to go home. Can you help me get there… If it’s still there?” I asked the boy. “Yeah, your house is still here. It’s just far enough away that it didn’t get hit. You may have to repair a little siding though” Tommy states as he helped me rise from my position.  

I hissed as I put weight on my feet. My body was still a bit sore, but much less so due to the healing potion’s effects. As Tommy and I stood, Techno also stood. “We’re going to have to go slow,” I warned the tall boy that was helping me. Tommy gave me a goofy grin, “I figured as much, old lady.” he teased. I couldn’t help but smile, Tommy was always good at bringing light to a dark situation. The two of us only got a few steps in before Techno piped up. “Y/N…” We froze. I slightly turned so I could see the pink headed man. Techno seemed to be on the verge of tears, I didn’t care. “Please,” He whimpered, “I love you.” 

I couldn’t help a dark laugh that escaped my mouth at his confession, “Don’t say you love me. You don’t get to betray me like this and then tell me you love me, that’s just pathetic.” I hissed toward the pink headed pig man. I turned back around and Tommy and I continued our journey to my house. 

I let out a groan as Tommy helped me sit down on my bed. “Thanks Tommy,” I thanked the blonde boy with a smile. “No problem Y/N… I’ve got to get back to Tubbo, just let me know if you need anything, okay?” I nodded at Tommy’s words. “Will do big man. And hey, the offer goes both ways. Anything at all, you let me know.” Tommy gave me a smile and nod before turning and walking out of my room. 

I let a sigh as I looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in place, the explosions hadn’t knocked anything down off my walls or disturbed any furniture. My body felt heavy and I just wanted to sleep. But I felt really gross and dirty so I made the decision to shower before I fell asleep. 

The warm water felt nice on my skin and the healing potion was in full swing. My cuts and bruises were slowly healing before my eyes. For many minutes I just stood under the water, contemplating everything that had happened over the past 24 hours. Exhaustion rolled over my body and I couldn’t help but cry. Everything came crashing down on me and I just sobbed for multiple minutes. 

The water turning cold was my signal that it was time to get out of the shower. I quickly shut off the water and dried myself off with the towels I had set out prior to me getting in the water. After drying my body, I held the towel to my eyes and took a few deep breaths, calming myself down from my sobbing session. Once I was steady enough, I put on the clothes that I had brought with me into the bathroom. 

I was surprised to find someone sitting on my bed when I walked out of my bathroom. I was even more surprised that it was the one person I didn’t want to see. “What do you want?” I questioned with a scoff. Techno stood and took a few steps forward. “I just wanted to talk,” Techno pleaded softly. I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed. “I don’t really want to talk to you,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Well then would you please at least listen? Just hear me out?” He begged, wide and pleading. I felt my heart strings tung at his tone. I could never resist Techno’s puppy eyes. “You have one minute.” I deadpanned, bringing my knees up to my chest. 

“Thank you… You were right. Out there. When you said I wasn’t sorry. I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry for destroying L’Manberg. I warned them what would happen if they formed a government in front of me. And they did it anyway. So I’m not sorry for forming the withers. I am sorry that you got hurt. That was never my intention. I know you didn’t have a hand in the government. The last thing I have ever wanted to do was hurt you. But I have and for that I am so sorry.” 

I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes once more. In my heart I knew Techno was right. He had always been very vocal about hating any form of government and had been very adamant about destroying people with too much power. “I just… I just wish you would have told me. Talk to me about it before you spawned a bunch of withers.” I croaked, the tears falling down my face. Techno hesitantly approached my bed and sat down in front of me. He slowly reached out to touch my face and I let him. Techno’s thumb gently brushed against my cheek as he wiped away my tears. 

“You’re right again,” He spoke softly, his hand stopping motion and just gently resting on my cheek. “I should have talked to you about it and I didn’t. For that I am sorry.” I let out sigh as I leaned into Techno’s touch a bit more. “Thank you for apologizing to me… I just don’t think I can forgive you. Not yet at least. I just need a little bit of time.” Techno nodded in understanding. “Okay, I respect that.” He murmured, “Just… Can I stay here tonight. I promise we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just want to hold you.” I pondered to myself for a moment before finally nodding, “Yeah. That sounds nice.” 

Techno smiled gently before helping me lay down slowly. I turned on my side so my back was facing Techno. I felt the bed dip as Techno laid behind me. His arm slowly rested on my side and he pulled himself closer to me. I let out a sigh of relief. Although we’re not 100% great, I couldn’t help but feel better in his arms. Withers or not, I love him. That’s all I know. 

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