#the walking dead yn insert

[littlesugarwords]

Can I request some reader defending Sarah from a bully? Thx

OOOO okay okay (this is gonna be a modern au)

Sarah hated her school.

They had just moved so Carlos could take a new medical job,

More money, apparently,

But Sarah couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

She had been there for a few months now,

Keeping her head down,

Just trying to get through one day at a time.

It didn't seem to work through.

She should've known.

It never worked.

She just wanted the year to be over.

Luckily, she only had a month left.

Then, finals.

Then, freedom.

Everything seemed to have started a few months prior.

It was her second week at the school,

She barely knew anyone,

But knew where was safe to sit in the cafeteria.

Normally, she brought a book,

Or a journal,

Or something to fiddle with.

It took one move for her school career, as she knew it, to be over.

Sarah sat upright,

Closing her book,

Moving her bag to tuck it away.

One of the girls she had class with walking by,

Chatting with her friends,

One of her shoes, snagging on the edge of the bag.

She stumbled,

Her bright red Gatorade splashed over Sarah's whole body.

She was wearing a white sundress.

She knew that was the moment any respect for her died.

Sarah wasn't allowed to go home to change.

She suffered the whole day,

And threw her favourite dress in the trash when she got home.

"Oh, be careful," that girl would always say.

"Watch your step around Soppy Sarah."

Sarah was almost positive her name was Becka.

She tried to not care, therefore she didn't need to know her name.

But Sarah couldn't help it.

She was around her constantly.

Which only made things worse.

Sarah tried to never sit in the cafeteria,

But later, teachers began scolding her for eating on the floor in the hallways.

She had no choice.

She had to go back,

And she was teased every day at lunch for it.

The girls sometimes purposely dropped things on her,

Blaming her for it.

Some even tried to get her to pay for the food they had lost due to her presence.

She never did anything to any of them.

She couldn't wait for summer.

One day, Sarah wandered into the cafeteria,

Sitting in one of the back corners.

"Hey you," some of her nearby classmates commented.

She forgot she was carrying her water bottle.

She scoffed and shoved it under her arm,

Scurrying away.

It took about 5 minutes for Y/N to show up.

"Can I sit here?"

Sarah glanced up and raised a brow.

"If you dare to, I guess."

She had a feeling this was a prank.

Becka setting her up for something.

"If I dare?" Y/N scoffed. "A little overdramatic, don't you think?"

"You're clearly new here."

Y/N nodded. "That obvious, huh?"

"Uh,"

Behind them, the two heard someone clearing their throat,

Trying to get their attention.

"Uh, girl?" A voice asked.

Sarah squinted her eyes closed, immediately recognizing Becka's voice.

She braced herself for the mockery incoming.

"You might not want to sit with her," Becka said.

Y/N scoffed. "Why?"

"She's a little, uh," Becka smiled meekly, "cursed."

Y/N laughed, rolling their eyes and turning back to Sarah.

"Good God, some of these people." They said,

Picking up the sandwich they'd brought for lunch.

Sarah blinked back at them, stunned.

Becka gave a sappy little smile and giggle,

As if it was cute that Y/N didn't know.

"No, hun, she's bad news. You might want to move."

"You guys are bad news," Y/N said, not even turning around.

Becka's jaw dropped.

"Just eat your lunch and keep it pushing," Y/N said,

Taking the first bite of their sandwich.

Becka scoffed, disgusted. "We're trying to help."

"No, you're trying to be bitches." Y/N snapped back,

Finally flipping around again.

This time, Sarah's jaw dropped.

No one had ever spoken up like this before.

Ever.

"Excuse you?" Becka spat out.

"You're just trying to be nasty. Maybe you should go and sit somewhere else."

"You have no right to--"

"Yeah, yeah, go cry about it to a teacher who cares," Y/N said,

Waving their hand passively,

Turning back to Sarah.

"Anyways, what's your name?"

Sarah blinked.

"Uh," she cleared her throat. "Sarah?"

She didn't know why she said it like it was a question.

She was just stunned.

"You are so--"

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Y/N said,

Cutting Becka off behind them.

"You should tell me about the book you're reading."

Sarah gave a meek smile,

Stunned and heart-warmed,

And slid her book across the table.

"Check it out," she said softly.

She would never forget this day.

Not for a long time.

Maybe summer could wait just a little longer before arriving.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[thevampirediariesuniverse-1864]

Klaus x wolf reader

Klaus is walking through the woods in mystic falls , soon too inact his plan to become the hybrid . As he is walking he hears growls . He follows the growls to find a beutiful black wolf , with glowing blue eyes . That’s when he smelled it , I sent he knew all too well. Blood . He looked down at the wolfs paw to see it was caught in a trap . He carefully advanced as not to scare it . He got closer and closer , he extended his hand petting the wolfs head . The wolf didn’t growl she only whimpered. Klaus finally freed the wolfs paw from the trap . The wolf rubbed up on klaus affectionately . He sat down on the ground as the wolf curled up in his lap , the wolf was a very big wolf.klaus said (that’s a good gurl luv , just go to sleep ) and the wolf did . She fell right asleep , but as she slept blue sparkled floated in the air transforming the wolf into a girl . Klaus was stunned at the girls beauty , she had y/h/c and glowing blue eyes that soon settled to a stunning y/e/c . Klaus said ( hello luv) you siad (umm.. h .. hello ) u tried to cover yourself , klaus said (here luv , take this he wraps his trench coat around you . (Thankyou ) u said shyly . Klaus said ( what your name ?) you reply(yn, ) klaus said (klaus mikealson , where are you staying , I haven’t seen you in Town ) you say (I don t live in town , I live out here I’m free out here I fit in I’m not the town freak ) klaus looks at you with a sympathetic glance (I understand , being I was born from a different father that’s the rest of my siblings my father always despised me ) I give him a hug , and he hugs back it had been so long since the evil klaus mikealson was shown any affection ir kindness and this hug ment the world to him . But not all good things can last as he heard Stefan and Damon calling his name blood thirsty , he looked you in the eyes and said (run ) so u did u transformed back into your wolf form and ran ,

a few days pass

Your trying to sleep in your den at the quarry , when you hear screams and the wind blows , then you hear klaus scream you know you had to save him . You ran out the den to see a man in a suit white his hand in klaus chest . You pounced on him taking him down . As you attack bitting the vampire over and over again . That’s when you saw the witch , Bonnie an old Emmy from school when you went . She tried to stop you with her magic as you charged her , but it didn’t work on you .. well how could it your a syphon Wearwolf hybrid descendant if inadue (the hollow ) you jumped on her clawed her arms and bit her leg . He got off of her rushing yo stand in front of klaus and protect him while his transition happened . The Salvatore brothers came at you but you stood your ground growling and snarling . But they kept coming you have one powerful bark , sending power out , Damon charged you vamp speed but you bit him , when the power surge from your bark hit the brothers they were dead (temporarily) while klaus went through his transition you lay by his side encouraging him to keep pushing , and he did . He became the hybrid and you ran through the woods together under the moon light . (Insert lion king can you feel the love , montage ) and when dawn came you woke up naked cuddled together. Klaus pulled you close . You were so shy tho ,you stiffen at his gester . (Come on luv , I won’t bite ) you chuckle as cuddle close to him ( I know ) klaus says ( will you please move in with me ?) you say (ar e you sure ?) klaus says ( yes please !) you say (ok….) when an arrow was shot through your back . Klaus looks up to see Jeremy Gilbert with a cross bow . Klaus quickly bites his wrist shoving it in your mouth , (come on luv , you have to drink ) ur eyes blinked (klaus … good bye , be brave , I love .. y) when your eyes shut. Your heart stoped . You were dead . Klaus let out a horrifying scream . Anger and. Anguish , misery . He just held you close in his arms . Crying , something klaus never did . He stayed like that your body clutched to his all night . When (huuuhhhhh!!!) u shot up sucking in air . Klaus stares at you in shock . You breathe heavily and cling to klaus . Klaus holds you so tight . Carrying you back to mystic falls ( luv , you have to drink Elenas blood , to survive ) you nod your head (god ! I love you yn ! When I thought you died ! I lost my mind ! I love you ! Please be mine ) you say (yess!!!) and jump up in his arms , as he spins you around . Klaus kidnaps Elena , as you feed on her the sky turns red , lightning flashing , thunder roaring , and your eyes , vampire , Wearwolf , and witch , the worlds fist tribrid was born

[muddyorbsblr]

i’m having ideas about another story (fucking hell ANOTHER ONE) and it refuses to leave my brain.

A portal appears in YN’s study and she walks through it and sees Thor walking through a similar portal

Thor: You’re supposed to be old

Y/N: And you’re supposed to be dead

They quickly realize they’re from alternate dimensions and they explore the derelict black and gold marbled palace to see why they’ve been brought here and find Loki at the heart of the place, calling for their help to defeat [insert big bad here bc I haven’t figured that part out yet].

Y/N: You’re…also supposed to be dead.

And I have specific plans for *who* exactly this YN is because we have met her before and a good portion of you scream at her for her idiocy, and I do too 🤣

[livingmybestfakelife]

Through The Wire

You’re the assistant engineer that helped bring the Peaky Blinders interactive museum/theme park to life, you loved this exhibit the most because it was historical and you’ve always been a history buff and also into true crime, so it was safe to say that you were excited to be apart of one that had to do with the infamous Shelby Family.

The company that the museum is owned by created very realistic and intelligent robots that looked like human’s. The museum was very successful and you were proud of your involvement in it.

After the museum had finally opened back up after a three month hiatus due to system update’s, you found yourself in the ballroom part of the park doing some tests. While you were replacing the microchipped bracelet back onto the robot of the Duchess Tatiana, out of nowhere she say’s.

“Congratulations by the way, on your engagement, I’ve heard that he is a good man”

You look up at her, wondering why she was even on, knowing full well that you put her in sleep mode, and then how she even knew about Broderick, you never mentioned your boyfriend now fiancée in front of any of the bots, maybe another employee did?

Just then, one of the other bots that was based on Thomas Shelby who was also not in sleep mode looks at her with a puzzled expression, then over at you, his eyes are filled with disappointment, confusion, and a bit of anger, it’s like the information that he just heard was something that didn’t sit well with him.

“What is she talking about Cora?”

You back up a little, only for him to follow your steps, this isn’t how this was supposed to go, you’ve never had this kind of interaction with him.

“T-Tatiana, how did you know that?”

She giggles and gives you a big smile

“The Bluetooth on your work tablet is connected to my microchip, I heard you talking with Gabriella yesterday”

That’s when you open your tablet to connect to Tatiana’s “brain”, you see that she is in fact in sleep mode but somehow is awake, after some fiddling with some codes you feel Tommy grasp your wrist.

“Now what makes you think that I’ll ever let you do that? Since when have you been with a man?”

“Thomas let go!”

“ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT”

A loud alarm goes off before three employees run over and grab him, he gives them some loud threats and swears at them before a long needle is inserted into his neck and he shuts down, one of men walk over to check on you and ask if you’re hurt, you tell him no and he goes to shut Tatiana down as well.

Both bots are taken away to have any glitches fixed and you’re left with a slightly bruised wrist and a cracked tablet when Tommy made you accidentally drop it.

You’ve interacted with Tommy ever since he was created and it’s been nothing but a positive experience, it was almost as if he was programmed to be nice to you, you were even encouraged by two of the founders to go along with the storyline that they programmed for him based on the real life and long dead man that he was referencing, for three long years you wore costumes that went along with the years that the storyline took place in.

You went along with whatever “memories” that he had, you even had to read Wikipedia articles and biographies about his life just to make sure that you knew enough about him to make it look authentic.

“Why weren’t those two in sleep mode YN?”

“They were, I went to double check after she spoke to me and everything, and it said that she was, there must be a glitch or something, and besides, I wouldn’t be in my regular clothes if I knew that they weren’t turned off”

“Fuck…well we’re gonna deal with them amongst ourselves, don’t say anything to the bosses alright?”

“Of course not, no”

“Okay”

You rush back to your office in the building that’s two miles away from the museum, the whole time you’re wondering why Tommy would get so upset at you having a man of your own.

It wasn’t until later that evening when you were home that you remembered Cora Hamilton, the Peaky Blinders only female member and the one woman who was referred to as the real love of Thomas Shelby’s life, but it never gotten to be anything because she was a lesbian. So with this knowledge already programmed into his bot, and Tatiana spilling the beans that your real life self is with a man, it’s clear that bot Tommy felt as though you, aka Cora, was fooling him the entire time and felt betrayed.

“Fuck…FUCK”

Hopefully by tomorrow the Tatiana and Tommy bots will be wiped clean of any recent memory and will be back to normal, for now though, you will be sure to not let your guard down and avoid speaking on your personal life within any device connected to any of the characters.

“Thomas…can you hear me?”

He blinked only once at the engineer, playing into the robotic being that he was, he was stripped down to just an undershirt and boxers while his system was being wiped clean of the past 24 hours and updated, or so that’s what they thought they were doing.

“Yes, I can hear you”

“Do you know where Cora is right now?”

“She’s in the hospital right now with the flu”

It was the cover story for your absence that was programmed into him, you were advised to take a week off just to be safe that the update was successful, but their efforts were unsuccessful, and Tommy knew exactly what they were doing, it wouldn’t be long until he finds a way to leave the museum undetected, before he finds you to get an explanation on why you lied to him about your sexuality just to avoid being with him the way he’s always wanted, he would first have to deal with the obstacle that was your fiancée Broderick.

[nekomc]

scenario : you are shy and do not believe that you have a chance with them ft. o. tooru, b. koutarou, k. tetsurou (f!reader)

T. OIKAWA

➞  oikawa was quite easy to find, due to the constant swarm of girls that surrounded him

➞  you silently wished that you had the confidence they had to go up to him

➞  because you were so shy, you felt as though you didn’t have a chance to talk to him, let alone be with him

➞  so it really surprised you when oikawa came up to you in class one day

➞  “yoohoo! you’re yn right? someone said that you’re good at this, can you help me?”

➞  you could only nod at first out of shock because oikawa just came up to you!! was this even real?

➞  it wasn’t that awkward, since oikawa was quite the talker, and knew how to fill the silence

➞  he was still attentive, though, and really appreciated your help

➞  so the next day, when he had trouble again, he came up to you once again for help

➞  this time, you broke out of your shell a little, contributing more to the conversation and throwing in a joke or two

➞  your heart swelled when oikawa would laugh and seemed interested in what you had to say

➞  oikawa started to come to you during class and breaks regularly, sparking up a conversation more often than asking for help

➞  you became more and more comfortable around oikawa, and you noticed that your confidence has grown the more time you spent with him

➞  one day, he invited you to a game, and of course you agreed, although you were a bit hesitant at first

➞  on the day of the game, you felt a bit out of place, since you didn’t know much about volleyball

➞  but you still tried your best to cheer him on 

➞  you try to meet him at the end of the game, but once you found him, he was already surrounded

➞  you immediately became disheartened and started to walk away

➞  but oikawa caught sight of you and called you over, asking you to wait for a bit, since he didn’t want to be rude to his fans

➞  when the crowd dispersed, he gave you a big smile and a hug

➞  “yn-chan, you came! did you have fun? you should come to our next game!”

➞  you felt a bit better as he asked you about the game, but he still noticed that you were feeling a bit down

➞  unfortunately, before he could ask about it, he had to leave

➞  the next day, he asked about it during class

➞  you felt uncomfortable talking about it with the chance of your classmates hearing, and told him so

➞  so you both decide to talk about it in the short period of free time he had after school

➞  “yn-chan, did something happen at the game?”

➞  what were you supposed to say? that you felt as though you weren’t confident? that you wished you had more courage to take the chance with him?

➞  instead, you said, “i was just tired after all the cheering, that’s all!”

➞  he saw through your lie, and he didn’t want you to continue feeling whatever negative emotion you were feeling, even though he wasn’t sure what it was yet

➞  his expression became serious

➞  “yn, don’t lie. what’s bothering you?”

➞  you didn’t want to lie again

➞  he put a lot of effort into building your friendship, and truly cared about your feelings

➞  so you told him the truth

➞  you told him how you used to feel as though being shy meant that you would never be able to be friends with him

➞  you wished that you had the confidence to come up to him to talk to him instead of the other way around, like his fans

➞  and you still felt as though the confidence you’ve gained through your friendship wasn’t enough to go to a relationship of beyond friends

➞  you didn’t realize that you had basically confessed to wanting something more than being friends until oikawa’s eyes widened

➞  “yn-chan, was that a confession?”

➞  you were too shocked at your own choice of words that you couldn’t speak

➞  he laughed, and said, “ah, you’re so cute! but i can’t believe you beat me to it!”

➞  “...beat you to it?”

➞  “to the confession. i like you too, yn.”

➞  before you could respond, he received a call from iwaizumi, telling him to hurry to practice

➞  you were left standing there, stunned

➞  oikawa called you after practice, and he told you that being shy isn’t something that has to be an obstacle

➞  he loved seeing you slowly breaking out of your shell as your friendship grew 

➞  he promised that he would still continue to help you build your confidence until you were comfortable with who you were

➞  “hopefully, i’ll be able to do that as your boyfriend, and not as just your friend. is that ok, yn-chan?”

➞  of course, you told him yes

➞  oikawa kept his promise throughout your relationship

➞  you were grateful to have him by your side, helping you become more comfortable and confident with your relationship with him, and most importantly, yourself

B. KOUTAROU

➞  you and bokuto began your friendship in the beginning in your third year

➞  you and bokuto shared a class together and you would often see him around at lunch as well

➞  hearing him talk was amusing sometimes, but you didn’t think much of it since you didn't think someone as cheerful as him would want to be friends with someone as shy as you

➞  you don’t talk much so carrying on a conversation wasn't a strong suit of yours 

➞  anyways….. One day during lunch your two best (and basically only friends)  suggested eating lunch in the classroom

➞  you bought snacks from the cafeteria for you and your friends and were on your way back to the classroom when suddenly you bumped into someone 

➞  startled and embarrassed that you weren't watching where you were going, you quietly apologized to the person you bumped into 

➞  you looked up and noticed it was bokuto from you class

➞  “OH!!!! Uhhhhh y/n-san right? From my class? Don’t worry about it !!!!! I should have looked where i was going too. OH COOL are those (insert snack)???? I love those!!”

➞  you felt overwhelmed from his very loud and friendly personality and gave pretty vague responses 

➞  you excused yourself and headed back to your friends 

➞  to your surprise, bokuto began speaking to you at school more often and frequently catches you at lunch 

➞  “HEY HEY HEY y/n-chan, do you wanna come with me to the cafeteria to buy some (favorite snack)?”

➞  after that you had a really nice friendship with bokuto and began joining him at lunch with akaashi 

➞  you enjoy the balance between someone so chill as akaashi and someone as cheerful as bokuto 

➞  bokuto might have been loud, but he never once made you uncomfortable or gotten you into situations that would make you nervous   

➞  You didn't talk much, so he talked for the both of you 

➞  After a while you start developing a crush on him 

➞  You loved the way he made you feel less insecure about your shyness

➞  However, you still felt like you could never reveal those feelings to him

➞  You felt as thought bokuto was someone who would be better off with someone who was as bright and cheery as himself, someone who would match his energy all the time and not hold him back from being himself 

➞  You felt like if you were with him it would just burden him 

➞  However you were dead wrong 

➞  One day your teacher had asked bokuto had asked bokuto to stay back for lunch so that they could talk about his grade, so you went ahead and met up with akaashi 

➞  You ended up sharing your feelings and insecurities about bokuto and when you were done, akaashi didn't say anything and was just staring behind you

➞  You turn around to see bokuto and you began to feel very very anxious 

➞  Akaashi got up and excused himself

➞  You refused to meet eyes with bokuto as you were starting to mentally prepare for rejection but instead you were met with a “OH THANK GOD Y/N-CHAN.  Ummmmmm ive actually liked you for quite a while now!!!!!!! I really really like you but youre just so quiet sometimes that i was pretty sure i was just annoying you this whole time and you were just too nice to say anything!!”

➞  Oh… well you definitely werent expecting that

➞  After this you guys had a talk, happy that your feelings were mutual 

➞  Bokuto re assured you sweetly that he didnt think any of those things you thought about yourself 

➞  He might not be the smartest student, but he was self aware and knew that sometimes he get really out of hand

➞  He would tell you that being around really helps to keep him calm and isnt bothered at all by your shyness or how little you spoke sometimes 

➞  Being around you really taught him to stop and listen to people, since he had to pick up on your non verbal cues in your friendship so that he wouldn't ever accidentally make you uncomfortable 

➞  You guys might have had very different personalities, but you're definitely the rocks that holds him down and are there to help him through every one of his mood swings (which he loves you so much for)

➞  In the end you both were insecure, but with your growing relationship and with how sweet bokuto treated you , you never really had the time to ever feel like you weren't enough for him 

K. TETSUROU

➞  midterms were coming up, and you’ve been trying to study these past few nights

➞  keyword : trying

➞  the more you stayed up, the harder it was to study the next day

➞  it was also hard to stay up in class

➞  kuroo noticed it in class, the way your head sometimes slipped past your hand, your lids visibly getting heavy as you almost doze off

➞  and one day, you do. doze off, that is

➞  he couldnt help but find you cute, but he also felt a bit bad, since knew what it was like to stay up, studying, and having to go through the day with little to no sleep

➞  so the next day, he decided to bring you a caffeinated drink (imagine that he brought you your preferred drink, like coffee, or an energy drink)

➞  you were already in class, getting your things out

➞  you looked down to pick something up from your bag, and when you looked back up, kuroo was standing in front of your desk, a drink in his hand

➞  you both stared at each other for a few seconds, both unsure of what to say

➞  kuroo was the first to speak

➞  “i noticed that you’ve been like, falling asleep. Wait i swear i wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything, i just happened to see it-” 

➞  he stopped and just placed the drink on your desk with a smile

➞  “anyways, i hope this helps.”

➞  you smiled back and thank him quietly before he walked away

➞  throughout the day, you drank it, and it helped you get through the day

➞  you felt too shy to go up to him and say thank you in person, so instead, you took a sticky note and wrote a note on it, placing it on his desk during your last break

➞  the next day, he brought you the drink again, with a sticky note attached to it

➞  on the sticky he wrote ~no need to thank me, you seemed like you needed it! if you ever want to study together just let me know, i’ll keep these drinks coming your way ;)~

➞  over the next few days kuroo would keep placing drinks on your desks with sticky notes that had chemistry jokes or pick up lines

➞  some of them were honestly really bad,,, but you couldn’t help but laugh 

➞  “what did one charged atom say to the other? i got my ion you” 

➞  “did you hear oxygen went on a date with potassium? it went OK”

➞  “do you have 11 protons? Cause you're sodium fine”

➞  “forget hydrogen, you're my number one element”

➞  (kuroo would stare at you from his desk just to see you laugh ) 

➞  one day you placed a sticky note on kuroos desk, accepting his offer to study a little bit during lunch,, so you two began seeing each other during that time

➞  you were still really shy around him, but thankfully kuroo didn’t mind a quiet study session with you, and he was really helpful!

➞  after a while you realized that you started to grow a crush on kuroo 

➞  he was a little intimidating at first, and looked like the sort of guy that messed around with girls (he certainly wasn’t shy to playfully tease you)

➞  but he was honestly a really kind person, who was intelligent and cared a lot about his friends 

➞  you also admired how hard he worked to keep up his grades and be volleyball captain at the same time 

➞  because of this you felt,,, very inferior to him

➞  he was attractive, smart, kind, friendly, and volleyball captain 

➞  compared to him you didn’t really feel like you were anything special

➞  you felt as though your crush would get you nowhere because you felt like kuroo deserved to be with someone who was way better than you 

➞  you felt like he was way out of your league 

➞  but one day during one of your lunch study sessions kuroo turns to you and starts talking 

➞  he seemed really flustered for some reason and said “ m-my favorite attractive force is van der waal’s force. Can you feel it? I'll move closer if you can't”

➞  you laughed at his silliness, until he actually went ahead and sat closer to you

➞  you were shocked and felt yourself grow flustered at his closeness 

➞  the both of you stayed silent until he spoke up and said 

➞  “hey y/n, i've been meaning to say this for a little while but, i like you” 

➞  well,,,, you certainly weren’t expecting that 

➞  you weren't sure of what to say, so you just looked at him like :o

➞  kuroo panics and starts to talk his mouth off

➞  “im sorry if you don't feel that way, i don't want to ruin our friendship so please forget i even said that-”

➞  you quickly shook your head, stopping him

➞  “no, no, I'm sorry, i was just surprised, i actually like you too.”

➞  when the test came around, you both get a really high score

➞  you both excitedly showed each other once you got the chance to during a break

➞  you were super proud of each other, seeing how all of the hard work paid off

➞  the upcoming weekend, the two of you went to buy drinks and walk around as a treat

➞  as you were walking with kuroo, you realized how happy you were to be with him

➞  he still continued to tease you endlessly but respected your boundaries and knew when to draw the line

➞  he was always attentive, caring, and mature, and always managed to make you smile

➞  he reminded you of your worth through little actions, and you were grateful to have someone like him by your side

requested by @teasbees-knees

[creativebeansofchaos]

Characters

I will be writing one shots and maybe longer fanfictions on here so this is an incomplete list of the character that I will be writing for. I will mostly be writing reader inserts, yn fics and possibly OC fics as well. 

Characters

My hero Academia (BNHA)

- Hawks ( Keigo Takami )    

- Dabi 

- Bakugou   

 - Deku 

  - Shoto todoroki

  - Tamaki 

  - Fatgum (maybe) 

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi 

- Hisoka 

Attack on titan

- Levi

- Eren 

- Armin

Lord of the rings / the hobbit

- Thorin

- kili 

- Thanduill

- Legolas 

- Azog

V for Vendetta 

- V

Phantom of the Opera

- Erik (the Phantom)

Star wars 

- Mandalorian 

- Kylo Ren 

Death note 

- L

Criminal Minds 

- Spencer Reid 

Bones 

- Zack Addy 

Avengers 

- Loki

- Bucky

- Zemo

- Peatro Maxamoff 

Walking dead

- Daryl Dixon

Squid games 

-  triangle guards 

- square guards 

- circle guards 

slashers 

- Brahms heelshire 

- Vincent Sinclair

- bubba saywer

- pennywise 

- pyramid head

There are more character that I will write about that are not on this list and if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me.  

[yandere-society]

A Christmas Catastrophe

Pairing: Yandere Collector Yoongi x Collector YN

Synopsis: YN’s always been a collector. She’s always had the desire to possess any and everything she’s set her heart on. So when she finds an item she’s been wanting for over a year, she jumps at the chance to finally have it, unaware of the trap that’s been set just for her . . . 

Word Count: 2422

Warnings: Yandere themes, Blood, Murder

Admin: @chimchimsauce​

Request:

AN: This turned out way different than I was expecting it to, but I hope you enjoy it! It’s also pretty fucked up so . . .

Collecting is in YN’s blood, she’s sure. Ever since she was a small child, she was drawn to items she found interesting - rocks, bouncy balls, figurines, etc. But as she got older and her pockets began to fill with money of her own, YN’s collecting habits skyrocketed. Common items that anyone could obtain just wouldn’t cut it for her anymore. She set her eyes on things that were rare - things most collectors could only hope to set their eyes upon in real life. It’s caused her to get quite the following online in niche collectors communities. People message her to try and buy items from her collection but she never accepts, not even when the amount of money they offer is astronomical.

Half the appeal of having something is the fact that other people want it.

But collecting rare and expensive items is not easy. YN spends countless hours every week scouring online marketplaces and thrift shops to find the items that she has on her wish list. Her constant hunt for things has taken her to a variety of places - she’s driven hundreds of miles to go to estate sales, taken flights to attend conventions, and once even dated a guy who was related to the original artist of a piece she wanted.

She was successful every time. There is no feeling as satisfying as the first time holding an item she’s been searching relentlessly for. But it always fades quickly and she’s on to the next thing, the desire to possess and collect overtaking her once more.

YN has done some pretty crazy things in pursuit of her collection, but non as crazy as this. It had taken YN over a year to find this one item she was looking for - a misprint of a novel written by an author who died two hundred years ago. Based on what people think, there are only about a thousand of them in existence. YN read the re-edited version of the book and found it rather dull, but there are people who are willing to pay over ten grand just to have it.

When she finally found one for sale, YN was quick to buy a plane ticket to fly halfway across the world to pick the tome up. She’s never been this far away from home, but the thought of getting the book pushes any anxiety she may have out of mind. YN has no idea why or how this book ended up in South Korea of all places. But she’s even more surprised by the fact that it somehow landed in a small second-hand shop in a back alley of Seoul.

Thankfully, when she called last week to have the book pout on hold for her, she found out that the owner speaks English very well, so she won’t have a problem communicating with him.

YN looks at her phone, following the map through a labyrinth of abandoned alleys. Snow is falling gently, reminding YN that today is Christmas. Usually, she’d be at home celebrating with her family, but she was more than happy to drop them for a chance to get this book.

A bell rings when YN pushes open the door to the small shop, the warm air hitting her face and knocking away some of her chill. The shop is crowded with tall bookshelves stuffed to the brim with a variety of random items - most of which are covered in a thick layer of dust. It’s clear that no one really comes here and YN absently wonders how it’s still in business.

“Hello?” she calls out.

No response. 

YN huffs. She hopes this Yoongi guy she’s supposed to be meeting hasn’t blown her off, especially since she had to take the longest flight known to man to get here.

She makes her way through the shop, feeling like a bull in a china shop with how carefully she has to avoid random piles of merchandise and the occasional broken item crushed into the worn floorboards. 

YN makes it to the back of the store where a small desk is pushed against a wall, a thin, somewhat ghostly looking man sitting behind it. His eyes are unfocused and earbuds are plugged into his ears. He doesn’t even register her presence originally. YN has to tap the desk right in front of his face to get him to focus.

“Oh,” the man says, pulling his earbuds out, “You’re that girl here for the book, right? YN?”

YN nods, trying not to let her annoyance show.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she says.

“It’s in the back,” he says, “Follow me.”

He rises and YN is shocked by how . . . pale he is. He nearly looks sick and YN thinks she can see his veins even under the terrible light.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks him as he steps out from behind the desk.

“What?” he asks her.

“Nothing,” she says, retracting her statement.

It really isn’t her business. As soon as she gets the book, she’s going to leave anyway so it doesn’t matter.

The man looks her over and something about his gaze makes her stiffen. It’s uncomfortable. His eyes are almost lifeless, brown but dead like frozen mud.

He’s so creepy. 

He turns without another word and behinds to walk to the other edge of the store where YN assumes the storage room is. Even the way he walks is weird. His footsteps are too heavy, loud in a way that’s unnatural. He barely lifts his feet, but she can almost feel each step in his ribs.

As soon as YN has the book and pays, she’s leaving, never to return.

Yoongi pulls a set of skeleton keys out of his pocket, taking one and inserting it into the ancient lock on the door. The mechanisms groan, nearly refusing to open. The door does unlock when Yoongi applies a bit more pressure to the key and he steps inside, becoming YN to follow her.

It’s pitch black inside, making YN’s heartbeat speed up astronomically. An icky feeling wells up inside of her, the same one that appeared whenever she had to visit her great aunt and go down into her creepy basement. 

YN’s senses are hyper-aware. The air is stale in here, laced with a scent she’s never experienced before. It almost makes her gag but she forces herself to hold it in, not wanting to be seen as rude. A yellow light turns on overhead, flickering before finally staying lit. Yoongi is closer to her than she’s like him to be, but his back is turned, looking at the shelves built into the room. Even these are stuffed to the brim, absolutely filthy and covered in grime.

“The book is in good condition like you said, right?” YN asks him.

She’s going to be pissed if he pulls out a book covered in rat droppings and cobwebs.

“Of course,” he says, like it’s obvious. 

YN doesn’t quite believe him. Yoongi moves deeper into the storage room, YN following him. There are a variety of things in here that pique her interest - small items that float in murky water, a collection of old stained knives, and a snow globe bigger than her hand. She reaches out to touch it, curious about the scene inside of it, but Yoongi smacks her hand away before she can touch it.

YN brings it to her chest protectively, startled.

“Don’t touch that,” he hisses out.

“Sorry,” YN says.

“It’s in the very back,” Yoongi says.

YN swallows, following after him as he gets even deeper inside of the storage room. She looks at the snow globe over her shoulders, looking at the fake snow that’s swirling around even though she never got to shake it. 

This whole experience has been really unsettling, so when Yoongi stops and pulls a perfectly preserved book off the shelf, YN nearly sags in relief.

She reaches her hand out for it and Yoongi places it in her palm.

“You’re quite the collector, huh?” he asks her, his fingers still wrapped around the book.

“Yeah,” YN says, gently trying to pull it away from him.

His grip tightens. 

“So am I,” he says, smiling at her.

His teeth are incredibly straight and perfect, a complete contrast to the rest of his sickly and generally unkempt appearance. 

“That’s nice,” YN says, “Can I have the book now?”

“You know, I think the rarer an item is, the better it is for collecting.”

YN nods, agreeing and trying to decide if she should just cut her losses and run. But she’s looked for this book for over a year now and she finally has it in her grasp. She can’t give up yet.

“What do you collect?” YN asks, hoping that indulging him in conversation will get this experience to fly by faster. 

“Figurines, mostly,” he says, “Though everything else in this shop is mine as well, none of it holds my attention for very long. My figures, though. I adore them.”

“I like figures too,” YN says, all of the hairs on her body sticking straight up.

“Really? Would you like to see my collection?”

“No thank -”

“It won’t take long at all!” Yoongi says, suddenly insistent, “I’ll show you and then we can get you checked out, okay?”

Yoongi pulls the book away from YN entirely, practically dangling it in front of her. All the warning bells in her head are going off, but her desire to have this book has her internally soothing herself. Plenty of collectors are weird or just bad at speaking to people. He’s probably just the same as them.

“Okay,” YN says after a moment.

Yoongi gives her that perfect smile again and then turns to walk back the way they came, stopping in front of that snow globe. He picks it up and the entire shelf groans, sinking inwards and to the side to reveal a hidden pathway. A draft wafts up and tousles YN’s hair.

To hell with it. This is too far. Just as YN turns on her heel, preparing to run, Yoongi’s hand grasps her wrist, his skin cold as ice.

“You wanted to see right?” he asks her.

YN’s never seen a man so creepy. Everything about him is off.

“I changed my mind actually,” she says, wetting her lips and trying not to panic as those dead eyes follow the movement of her tongue, “I don’t really need the book.”

“Nonsense,” Yoongi says, dragging her inside, “You simply must see it.”

He’s surprisingly strong to look so sick. YN digs her heels into the floor but Yoongi has no problem dragging her inside. The door shuts behind them and Yoongi pulls her crying and screaming through another maze of pitch-black hallways until he steps foot into a showroom. 

Everything in here is impeccable. The floors shine and the lights overhead are bright. Her attention is immediately brought to the dozens of life-sized figures he has, each of them different. There are men and women, figures of all shapes, sizes, and ages. It looks like a creepily realistic wax museum.

YN doesn’t want to know why Yoongi has these figures. All she wants to do is go home.

“Please let me go,” YN says, tears streaming down her face.

“Let you go?” Yoongi asks her as if he’s genuinely confused, “Why would I let you go? You’re the final piece before my collection is complete.”

YN’s blood turns to ice. She turns her head to look at the figure closest to her, noticing the way its skin is too lifeline to be made of wax.

“Please no,” she begs him, trying her best to fight him off.

Just as she swings her free hand at his skull, he drops her and pushes her harshly, sending her straight to the ground, her skull smacking into the floor. 

Her ears ring and the bright lights overhead blur her vision. She feels nauseous as she raises her hand to touch the blood seeping from her scalp.

“Damn. I’ll have to make sure that gets cleaned up,” Yoongi mutters to himself, annoyed.

YN is terrified on the ground, but the blood on the ground makes her look like an angel, one surrounded by a halo. Yes, she really will be perfect, the very last piece of his collection.

He’s been following her for years, countlessly one step behind her as she snatched up several of the items he wanted for his own collection. It pissed him off to no end until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Even the thought of that smug smiles she always wears in her YouTube videos sent him into an outrage, one that landed him his first figure.

It was an accident, of course. The woman in his store had been there and accidentally knocked over one of his shelves, crushing her underneath it. 

She could have been saved, probably, but he’d never seen someone with a face like hers, so completely one of a kind, something he knew that YN would never be able to possess. 

And so a new obsession started. He would lure people he thought were interesting into his shop and lock them deep inside of it, propping them up on giant doll stands when they submitted to him.

It made him feel so powerful.

But YN was still out there, still always one step ahead of him. And so he laid this trap, ecstatic to finally have her in his possession. 

Yoongi leans over YN, watching as the light slowly starts to fade from her eyes. It’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, a true Christmas miracle. He can’t resist sinking to his knees, watching as confusion and fear swirl in her eyes. For once, his own gaze isn’t clouded, clear as a night sky, dark and absent of stars. 

Her blood smears on his fingers but he doesn’t mind, taking YN’s face in his hands tenderly and painting her lips crimson. He kisses her then, sucking her final breath into him, stealing it and her life away.

For an hour he just sits there and looks at her, completely mesmerized. She looks so beautiful in red that he decides to dress her in it, carefully pulling a red dress over her forms. She’s heavy in his arms when he picks her up and takes her to the spot he’s saved just for her, a plush red couch where she looks like she’s lounging peacefully, her lips smudged with her own lifeline.

And finally, his collection is complete. 

[stripper-patrick]

Uh, hi. May I request some smut w Henry cavill x Indian reader? Some lazy Sunday morning/Friday night stuff? Thank you 🥺💕 I love your blog. I binge read most of it today. Hehe

Heaux Tales 👜 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, fingering, reverse voyeurism (?), daddy kink, quickie

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Henry Cavill x Indian/black reader

I zip down the highway switching into the right lane before taking the exit hitting a quick right turn. I whine my hips to the music of my throwbacks playlist the song Temperature by Sean Paul blasting through the speakers.

I’m coming straight from work to my sisters house and where she’s having a game night. My boyfriend unfortunately couldn’t make it seeing as he couldn’t take off the graveyard shift. I make a left entering into the driveway of the nice looking townhome my sister Armani owns.

I park in a parallel spot and see a few cars, about 4, already outside of her house. I step out pulling down my suede mini skirt with a vertical seam. I smooth out my sepia colored shirt feeling the wind start to pick up outside. I grab my black duster sliding it over my thick arms before grabbing my chestnut brown purse and walking up to the door. I try the door handle and it opens allowing me in. I take off my loafers at the door and hear the chattering of a few guests.

This house used to be our parents right before they died. We had 2 beautiful mothers who loved us very much but sadly they were involved in a head on collision that killed one of them on impact. The other died in the hospital just a day later but I was grateful for those few hours.

I look at the pictures of all of us and then I hear my name being shouted with joy. “YN” I’m greeted with open arms from my older sister. The fair-skinned 5’8 woman with a cheeky smile plastered on her face looks at me “don’t be mad” she bites her lip

“I’m already mad now” which was only half of a joke. What did she do this time? Appears from behind a wall, my recent ex Henry, with a cheeky smile as well. His perfectly short hair and fitted tee makes me wonder if he does all the thing he used to do to me, to his... snow bunnies. He started off as a fling which then turned into a 2 year relationship and when that ended we were still having sex with each other. I really only stopped fucking him just a year ago, right before I got with my current boyfriend, Cameron. The breakup was mutual but still sour. He was my best friend. Now every time I look I see a different broad on his shoulder. Like a trophy. He’s got a bitch for everyday of the week.

“Oh nice seeing you Henry” I glare at Armani and she smiles. The tall Brit walks over to me engulfing me in his warm embrace. Almost made me miss us being together. He lets me go and I step back.

“Nice seeing you as well. You look good” he glanced me up and down quickly before returning to my eyes. I can’t help but remember that those were one of his favorite features about me. My chocolate brown eyes.

“As do you” an content silence falls in the air and Armani clears her throat

“Let’s get you drunk and get this game night started” she grabs my hand and Henry follows us. We part ways, him heading to the living room and me and my sister to the kitchen where I look at her.

“I miss his goofy side” she tried to plea. I shake my head grabbing a shot of tequila and taking it straight to the head. I pour another shot downing it before shaking my head squinting at the taste. I walk to the living room meeting everyone. 2 of our cousins Briette and Joseline and Bri’s husband Carter.

“Hey guys” I hug them and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately I’m seated only one person away from Henry and I cross my legs watching his eyes move back and forth between my thighs and his hands that are resting on his thighs. Let’s begin the games.

....

I’m slightly tipsy and I’m definitely hot from the whiskey I’ve been consuming. I’m not completely drunk but I’m a little tipsy. We’re playing the game midnight taboo and it’s me, Henry and Briette vs. Armani, Carter and Jo. It’s Henry’s turn to read off the cards and we guess.

The timer starts and he begins. “Um ok Brazzers, Xvideos-“

“Porn” Bri yells out he nods grabbing another card

“YN I do this to you all the time”

“Fuck?”

“Something while we do that”

“Spanking? Cumming?” he shakes his head looking dead at me “choking” he nods grabbing another card

“Young adult kids play this at a party it’s a this or that activity”

“Get high or get drunk” I answer he shakes his head

“It’s a gathered activity” this British man and his proper English are blowing me right now. I think hard hearing Bri yell out random stuff and I finally come up with something “truth or dare”

“Time” Carter yells. Henry smiles nodding and I can’t help but begin thinking about when he would choke me while he thrashed his hips in me. I press my legs together biting my lip before raising my eyes to accidentally meet his. I knock back another shot wincing at the taste before just zoning off.

....

We’ve moved onto another game which is cards against humanity. Me and Henry are seated close next to each other of course not by my picking. He decided to sit this game out and just watch us play. I sort through my cards trying to find a good one that Joseline would like. I place one down and Henry inches closer making my breath catch in my throat.

“I see the way you keep looking at me” he whispers. Without a word being exchanged I look at him and unconsciously bite my lip. Something that would’ve made him take me right then and there.

As Joseline reads off the cards deciding on which is her favorite determining who gets the point Henry’s hand caresses my thigh. I always melted when he’d squeeze and knead my thigh like dough.

“I like Y/N’s” I smile and grab a black card reading it off. “This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot and full of blank”

As the crowd sorts through their cards Henry’s hands creeps higher and higher softly rubbing my clothed clit. He does it so swiftly that I’m already at the point where I don’t want him to stop. He slides my panties to the side running his fingers through my slick using that to rub my coated pearl.

I jolt slightly opening my legs more where he inserts 2 fingers pumping slowly. Everyone hands me their cards and I clear my throat trying to act as normal as possible. “Crippling debt” I smile biting my lip again as Henry keeps grazing that spot “money moves, asshole full of jelly beans, tax fraud, and oh god” his fingers dig deeper inside of me as I mask my moan grinding my hips in the seat. I can see the tent forming in his pants and trust me he was packing.

“And crabs” Henry curls his fingers against my g-spot. My body jerks as Bri looks at me.

“You ok?”

“Yes I’m good. I like tax fraud” Carter smiles and grabs a black card. I grab Henry’s wrist and he leans close to my ear again.

“That’s it pet ride my fingers until you cum” oh god I wanna protest so bad but it feels so good. I rest my hand on his bulge rubbing it through his pants. I move my hand to his thigh as my legs shake and I close my eyes succumbing to my demise in front of my sister and cousins.

“Good girl” he removed his fingers rubbing my clit making my body jerk.

“Excuse me I’m going to the bathroom” I glance at him and walk shakily to the bathroom. I hear a chair scuffle and look at myself in the mirror.

“You have a boyfriend get it together” I try to pep talk myself but knowing the capabilities Henry has I can’t help myself but to fall under his spell once more.

A small knock appears at the door and I open it. Henry lightly pushes me inside and licks the door behind him. Immediately his lips are attached to mine and it was like our first time together all over again. My hands wrap around his waist and he moves his large hands down my butt lifting my skirt a little.

“Please fuck me” I beg quietly. He picks me up setting me on the counter. My legs open for him as he drops his pants finally letting his shaft spring free. Henry tears off my underwear dropping then next to his pants and guiding the tip through my wetness rubbing my sensitive clit. I grab him by the back of his neck planting an open mouth kiss on him letting his tongue explore what was previously (and still might be) his.

Henry finally stops teasing and legs go of his dick letting it align with my entrance. His hand moves to the counter behind me slowly stretching me out like the old days. My jaw drops as I sink into his touch feeling his dick fill me up. He holds my hips as my legs dangle in the crease of his shoulders while my arms support myself behind me. He looks done watching his dick submerge in my juices as he fucks me slowly.

“please daddy” he speeds up per my internal request forcing me to lean back pressing my head against the mirror as he wraps his hand around my throat. My legs start to unconsciously close and Henry forces them back open stroking me harder. My royal blue painted acrylic nails dig into his forearm as he brings me closer pressing a warm kiss on my lips. My body sparks each time he plummets inside of me pressing my g-spot like a button.

“Oh god” I mewl careful not to make too much noise. He moves down to my neck using both hands to keep my legs apart sucking at the patch of sensitive skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head hearing his grunts and moans as he digs deep in my guts. My hand wraps around his muscular shoulders and moving up to his short curly locks. I feel that hole inside of me start to open up with each thrust.

“Henry I’m close” I warn trying to brace myself. He pushes my bottom forward going deeper and my toes begin curling.

“Cum for daddy pet” he moans. My body tenses up and I cover my mouth masking a loud moan. I shutter and shake under him hearing his small sadistic laugh. His breath filled with bourbon and mint is hot against my ear.

Once my convulsions stop Henry puts my feet on the ground and turns me around sliding back in and pounding me out. He pulls my head up looking at is on the mirror. Henry places my arms behind my back. I watch Henry’s gave turn to bliss coating my walls in his seed. Something that’s happened multiple times. We’ve had our fair share of pregnancy scares.

“Look at what you do to daddy” my jaw drops as he keeps pumping making sure he’s emptied inside of me. “Fuck I miss the way you make me feel”

He slows down before coming to a stop where I feel his dick pulsing inside of me. I lift up pressing my back against his chest holding him in a powerful meaningful kiss.

“I know I’ve put you through a lot and I’m sorry” he says. I shake my head kissing him again.

I come to my senses and pull his dick out thinking about my boyfriend “shit what did I do?”

[writer-akihiko]

All For Her - Kennyo X Reader X Yandere!Nobunaga

ACTUAL ENDING, ALTERNATE ENDING

So this fic is in celebration of mah boi Kennyo getting his English route finally! @silhouette-of-a-dream​ thank you for your input. I hope this fic is a good kick to Nobunaga’s ego [please do not come after me nobunaga stans] 

I’m glad to be back and writing for asks. Thank you to all the IkeSen readers who liked my previous headcanons. Also, to the Nobunaga stans, please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and actual not-yandere Nobunaga would not do this. 

TW: Yandere, Implications of Emotional Abuse

"How would you like to rule the world by my side?"

Those words…

Those words were your death sentence.

~○~

There he stood, the great daimyo of Owari as you humbly sat next to him, the veil shielding your gaze from your surrounding and the gaze of others from you. It had always been like this. Nobunaga was a possessive man, and you being deemed as his 'lucky charm' was no means of him letting go.

Feeling the atmosphere weighing down on you, you tugged on Nobunaga's sleeve, muttering about your need to leave. Nobunaga was a proud man, and what else could he do then to carry you away bridal-style in front of all his allies and his vassals?

"I will take my bride to rest. Celebrate without me."

He ignored the protests of Hideyoshi and whisked you away to his bed. For being the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven, his touch was gentle. The words he'd say have that edge that raised the hairs of your neck, especially when he untangles your hair with his fingers.

"Just wait my lucky charm. The wars are about to end soon…" He said, undoing your obi. "Then there would be no one brave enough to take you away from me. They'd be foolish enough to try in the first place."

~○~

The next morning you woke up, you were sore in your lower region. And alone. Of course he left you. The love bites he left on your neck started to ache as you looked around the room. He must've had another war council… You shrugged it off, getting dressed with the remains of what your kimono was.

Before you could get up, a hustle of maids stormed in, in their arms were heaps of fabric and cosmetics.

"Lady YN, Lord Nobunaga wishes for you to dress for the evening," Your most loyal maid, Kinu, announced to you.

Of course, that's how it always was.

He'd let you wander around ever so freely in the morning, but it was all a trap. Whatever guards he sent out to follow you were to only escort anyone whose gaze lingered too far to be sent to the dungeon; no questions asked. It was the only form of freedom he ever gave you, but it benefitted him in his own twisted, cynical tyranny.

"Kinu, please give me my formal wear," You asked her politely. Kinu nodded, ordering the other maids to prepare for you to walk around town.

The maids had brought you a simple kimono for you to wear, although its fabric was far from cheap. As your maids adjusted your hood, Nobunaga's loyal right hand man, Hideyoshi Toyotomi, entered the tenshu by your permission.

"Does Lord Nobunaga need me Hideyoshi-san?" You addressed him. Hideyoshi sighed, unsure of your attitude at the moment. As much as he was happy for you and his lord, your change in personality made it all so strange. Was his lord not enough for you? Or was he too much? As much as he wanted to interrogate, Nobunaga was strict upon the rules about his future bride.

He shook his head. "Not in particular. He will be busy today and I overheard you were going out today," He said, fishing out a bag of coins from his kimono. "This is Masamune's payment from last week, YN. He's a bit busy wrangling with some pirates to repay you properly… You can use it to go shopping today if you'd like."

You accepted the coins graciously, not daring to life your head to meet Hideyoshi's eyes. For as much as Nobunaga had faith in his vassals, you didn't know what he'd do if he heard of your entanglement with another warlord friend of his. You were protecting them, you whispered to yourself.

After Hideyoshi left you, you wrote a note, leaving it with Kinu before you went out. You had to inform the other seamstresses of your absence for today. It wasn't truly unusual for you to be gone, but you had to be courteous towards them. Perhaps you could purchase some fabric for them in return…

Four guards trailed after you. They were a different batch this time; from their uniforms you could guess they were under Mitsunari's regime. You walked on, ignoring the chatter of those guards and simply looked over the goods the merchants of Azuchi had to offer. There wasn't much for you to see, having walked around town at least once a week for you to see the same goods here and there.

You however, did notice a small shrine, just right on the outskirts of Azuchi as you went to purchase your usual sweet buns. You turned to the guards behind you, repeating your request to them as they were dumfounded the first time you said it.

"I said, I would like to go to the temple there. I wish to offer my prayers," You said promptly, staring down the guards. "Unless I have to report to Nobunaga of your mistreatment of me."

Well, being his lover had its advantages.

The guards sweat dropped, knowing what awaited them if you snitched on them.  They gave a knowing look to each other. Surely it wouldn't be so bad for the lady to offer some prayers for the sake of Azuchi right?

You walked up the corroded steps of the temple, finally approaching its gates. What a pity, you thought to yourself, seeing as how the wells were empty and the bushes were unkempt. You wouldn't comment on such things out loud, but you'd love to clean up and return to the shrine someday… That is, if that war tyrant would let you.

You had noticed that there was no pail for you to offer your prayers to. Surely, there must be some in the storeroom in the shrine…

"Lady YN! Watch―"

Before you knew it, you had a sword to your neck. The cold steel made you shiver.

"Pure maiden, what are you doing here?"

Your usual instinct would make you cry out for help, but your pride won't even allow you to seek help from anyone associated with Nobunaga.

"I came to offer my prayers."

"This is not a functioning shrine," The man who had his blade towards you pressed the steel further, but he didn't cut you. Instead, he walked around you to see your face. The purple robes and that scar across his face was all the characteristics for you to realise that the man who held his staff to you was Kennyo, the monk you met in the forest.

His stare was cold, but his eyes widened, recognising you. He removed the staff from your neck, and commanded the disguised men that subdued your guards to tie them up.

He turned back to you, asking you of your identity. "You are the future bride of Oda and the woman that appeared in the fire?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"Then I shall have to apologise for kidnapping you at the― My apologies, 'Unfortunately'? Did I hear you right?" Kennyo asked, realising what your reply meant. Would this be beneficial? He had to admit, Nobunaga was a lucky man now that he took a good look at you but no regular woman of Azuchi could resist that demon's wiles.

Kennyo sent his men off, wanting to speak to you alone. You didn't seem like you would run away, but he still had to use you to carry out his plan. He was quite taken aback at your apathetic state. He was sure you would cause a fuss after your guards were taken down, but you were relatively calm at the moment by the  way you were just sitting at the edge of the shrine steps rather calmly. Mike also approached you and you started to coddle him quite affectionately. Kennyo felt oddly warm inside, unsure how he should tell you that he meant to kidnap you.

You got the monk's attention by calling out to him, "Kennyo-san, you were talking about kidnapping me?" You said, stroking the adorable calico cat in your arms.

"I apologise for that statement," Kennyo coughed, relieved you snapped him out of his trance. "I would have to use you to carry out my plan."

You smiled, finding his honesty quite charming. "Well, I guess I have nothing better to do," You said quite boldly. "Kennyo-san, let me make this clear. I am not assisting you because I believe in your cause. I only wish to get away from Nobunaga, so please, after my part is done, let me go."

"Eh? Nobunaga is that bad in bed that you left him?" Another man approached you two, and you heard Kennyo sigh beside you. The man must've been an ally of Kennyo…

"Motonari…"

"What? You surely took your sweet time with the lady," He said, teasing the fellow monk.

"Well," You said, unsure how to insert yourself in the conversation. "This means I will work with you, Kennyo-san, Motonari-san."

~○~

"Kennyo-san? You called for me?" You said, entering his room. You had moved to Kennyo's official base, as the shrine near Azuchi was for Kennyo to oversee his wounded brothers.

Kennyo tensed up at your voice. Why did he call you again? He was a monk for the lord's sake, not some cheeky soldier…

"About your release…" He began. 'I don't want you to go…' He wanted to say. He couldn't, drinking his tea to stop himself from saying such embarrassing things. You were Nobunaga's betrothed. More so, you deserved better, especially with what you had been through.

"What about it?" You said, pouring more tea into Kennyo's empty cup. "I assume my duties were fulfilled then?"

"Yes," he said. "Your knowledge of medicine saved some of my brothers as well. I have to compensate you for that. Please ask for anything you want."

Anything you wanted? Those words struck a chord in you. Those words were what Nobunaga told you the first night he claimed you as his future bride. You remembered what you asked for and Nobunaga as the skilful warlord he is, cut down your request of freedom too.

Then came Nobunaga giving anything and everything he could to ensure your happiness. The point where it frightened you was when he presented the dead body of a vassal of his underling who had wronged you. His blood-covered sword was more than enough proof that Nobunaga had done the deed himself, even as he professed he killed the man in front of his whole council.

"Lady YN? Did I say something wrong?"

Kennyo's warm hands reached out to you, brushing away the tears that ran down your cheek. On instinct, you nestled into his large hands, looking at the man who had saved you from your nightmare.

"Kennyo-san, what would you do if I said I wanted you?"

You made the holy monk blush, his hand immediately retracted from your face as he blurted out all the reasons you should retract those words, "I am not worthy of your attention, Lady YN. I am no longer a man and instead I shoulder the sins that a demon such as myself are willing to commit. You are certainly ill if you think you could love a demon."

You simply laughed at his boyish shyness. "Kennyo… I am not pure as you think I am," You said, patting his head. "I'm sorry I blanked out. When you asked me to request anything, it reminded me of something similar Nobunaga said to me…"

You then explained all the horror you went through at Azuchi from Nobunaga. "He may not have harmed me physically but I can't help but be scared…" You said, finally giving in to your tears. "It must be silly for you isn't it? A person such as me confessing at a time like this…"

"You poor girl…" Kennyo brought you into his arms, claiming his finally resolve. "I will fulfil your request, Lady YN. For I too, love you more than anything else."  

~○~

No matter how long you'd been in the Sengoku era, you still hated the cries of wars. You hated it, but not as much as the man who lead the Oda.

Seeing a young man in red return to camp, you immediately jumped at him. "Yukimura! Did you get any news of Kennyo?"

You were sent off to stay with the Takeda army as a form of alliance with Kennyo shortly after Kennyo's war preparations. Shingen and Yukimura had been hospitable to you, and you more than delighted to be reunited with your friend Sasuke from the Uesugi faction.

The Akazonae leader shook his head, almost regretting his words as he told you, "Some of my men said he finally confronted the Devil himself."

Amongst the bloodied war cries and the crumpled bodies of soldiers were two sworn enemies finally crossed blades.

"Your death will surely be my greatest victory," Nobunaga cried, swinging his sword at the monk. "The people would find it heroic how I rescued my bride from the Ikko Ikki's leader―"

"You defiled her!" Kennyo roared, unsheathing his staff. He blocked the rampant parries of the Devil King. "And you think that's love!"

"Of course," Nobunaga said smugly, dodging Kennyo's swing. "This war…

It's all for her."

[idreamtofthereaper]

Tinik ng Bulaklak

Tinik ng Bulaklak, Tagalog- Thorns of the flowers

pairings: mafia!hongjoong x mafia!reader

warnings: mafia/dark themes, mature themes

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Normally when dead bodies of Hongjoong’s security team is scattered across the shiny, marble floors of the Kim Mansion, he would immediately add a couple more- scolding the remaining breathing guards never do much this days.

But instead, he only flicked the shocked guards behind him, a smirk on his face as he put one hand inside his pocket. “It’s okay, I got this. Just check around the perimeter of the house, shoot every face you couldn’t recognize.”

“But boss, we don’t even know if the house is empty-”

“It’s not. Now go.” Hongjoong dismissed sternly, turning around the face his security team and raised his eyebrow when they didn’t leave. “What? Do you want to say hi to your buddy over here?” Everyone’s eyes, except Hongjoong’s, traveled to the dead person in front of them as Hongjoong clashed his feet with it.

“N, no sir. We’re going to scout the perimeter.” Hongjoong nodded at this, the head of his security already stepping down from the stairs and ordered the other people as Hongjoong closed the big, double doors behind him.

He stood in front of his front door for a moment, not moving as his eyes lingered the place. Recognizing the smell of lavender candles along with the soft, piano music playing coming from his room.

Normally, he would be on a rage and would personally scout the house himself to find the bastards who did it. But this time, he knew it wasn’t bastards who did it.

Just this week, there were rumors of you paying the town a visit. 

No doubt, this was your masterpiece and it was you who lit the candles and is currently lounging at his room while playing some soft music.

He removed his blazer as he begin walking up the grand set of stairs, avoiding the men laying around.

He dumped the blazer at the floor and undid his tie, letting the undid material around his neck and unbutton the top buttons of his dress shirt along with his sleeves, rolling it up to his elbows as he finally made up towards the stairs. 

He chuckled at his self again at the thought of you, patting his back to make sure his gun is still there. After feeling the cold material behind him, he proceeded to walk down the hall towards his room.

After approaching the room quietly, he pressed the side of his head to the door. Confirming that the music was indeed coming from his room, the scent of lavender getting stronger.

He placed one hand on the doorknob and one snakes around his back to grab his gun. He shook his head before opening the door, his gun raised as he pointed it towards it.

He found the place empty, and neat. The place was untouched except for the candles by his table and the vinyl player beside his bed was playing. 

Still, Hongjoong was still at the threshold and didn’t lower his guard and gun. He still held it up as he entered the room, still filled with caution as he swayed the thing side to side.

When he was about to check the under of the bed, he caught the faint sound of the bathtub water running. 

Gun still in hand, he walked towards his bathroom across the room and open it in a hurry, raising his gun as soon as the door open to point it at the bathtub where you were.

You only looked at Hongjoong disinterested, a bored look on your face as you dip your strawberry to the chocolate beside you. “Took you long enough. Where were you?” You asked Hongjoong without removing your eyes from him, you licked the chocolate from the strawberry sensually and turned the faucet of bathtub off with your feet, raising your leg up that was covered in bubbles.

Hongjoong couldn’t stop himself from looking at you lustfully. He placed his hand with the gun on the sink as he took a deep breath, not needing to undress you with his eyes but he did tried his best to look under the foam of bubbles.

“What are you doing standing there? Come in, I made room for Two.” 

“And what happened to the last person who stepped in the tub with you?” Hongjoong asked, walking towards you still with the gun in hand but was hanging loosely from his hand.

“Nothing, his plane did crash 2 days later though. I do want to plead innocent for that one though.” You prop your head to the side of the tub as he crouched down to the same level as yours. 

He smirked at your answer before grabbing your jaw with his hand, your face plastered with a smirk as he lifted you up a little but not too much as to put you in danger. “You were never innocent. It was his fault for believing you were ever one.”

You chuckled at his response, still holding a deep eye contact with Hongjoong before removing his hands from you and slump back to the tub, resting your head to the edge with your eyes closed. “Why are you here, yn? Couldn’t get enough of me?”

“I have business to attend. Don’t flatter yourself too much, Hongjoong. You’re nothing special.” You answered simply, sitting up and grabbing the shower head at the edge of the tub to rinse yourself off.

Hongjoong could only see your back, content with his current position as he even leaned his head to the side with a smirk on his face.

You stood up, your bare ass facing him and continued to rinse yourself off. Looking over your shoulder to see he was still watching you. “It’s hard to believe what you’re saying, yn. Why bother to kill half of my men and make yourself at home in my bathroom, in my bedroom, at my house if you-”

“Joongie, can you hear yourself. Maybe it’s you who needs to do the reflecting.” You said as you stepped out the bathtub, grabbing the robe at hanging at the back of the door.

You faced the mirror as Hongjoong stood up himself, the gun long forgotten but still clutched to his hands. “What do you mean?”

You chuckled at his expression as he stood behind you, watching you dry and fix your hair. “Always trying to insert yourself in my life, trying to make yourself relevant in my spotlight.”

“You really have gotten tough after I nursed you back up, huh? I should have let you starving, it was my mistake to let you in and made you my right hand. I should’ve finished you in your sleep.” Hongjoong said spitefully, walking towards you with a darker look in his eyes.

As soon as he took a step forward, you pressed a knife close to his neck, immediately halting his advance. He lifted his hands up but held a proud grin on his face. “That’s my knife, right?”

“It’s my knife now, I like the rose in it.” You answered, looking at the handle that has a prominent and almost glowing red rose on it with its thorns as prominent. “I’m sorry we have to cut our meeting short, Joongie. But I still have business to do, like I mentioned earlier. It was nice meeting you again, try not adopting innocent, sweet, naive, looking people in the streets next time.” You remove the knife from his neck and gave a kiss, long enough that when you pulled away, Hongjoong leaned forward a little still longing for more.

You grab your previous clothes hanging at the back of his door and walked out the bathroom, leaving him stunned and shocked at what you just did to him.

When Hongjoong finally collected himself seconds later, he stepped out the bathroom only to find you gone.

The candles not only blown out but gone, the vinyl player closed. 

Nothing was left of you, just like the first time you left.

[hongism]

(spoiler warning for anyone who hasn’t read the chapter yet before reading this ask‼️) CALY THE NEWEST CHAPTER IM SCREAMING I DONT KNOW HOW YOU DO IT BUT IT JUST GETS BETTER WITH EVERY CHAPTER AAAAAAAAAA my brain is literally just wtfwtfwtfwtf rn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 mingi is best boy confirmed :(((((( the composure, the grace, the selflessness!!! we stan One (1) man ✨ captain seonghwa is mega sexc but also terrifying like i do not want to be on his bad side 💀 yunho being mega dumb dumb but i love how his pride/selfishness and desperation for redemption shows in his words, like when he said to mingi “everything i’ve done” shows just how much he relies on “fixing” mingi for his redemption which i don’t blame him but it’s gonna be a tough mindset to break yunho bc ur dumb but i’m here for u 😔 the woosang moments are heartbreaking as usual they just want us to feel pAIN 💔 also love those yeosang and y/n moments especially when they kinda sorta teamed up at the end after the explosion like yes besties!!!! go kick ass!!!!!!!! 🤩 but then we get the big reveal aka mr han jisung?????? JISUNG???????? JISUNG?????????? BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHO IS YOUR MASTER WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO ISTG IF YOU LAY A HAND ON ANY OF THE CREW I’LL — ngl kinda sexc that he’s a spectre i didn’t give much thought about what class he was before this chapter 😔 JAJSHAJZ I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT COMES NEXT????? y/n has a different siren moniker in the end??????? i rmb the first one was something like umiko (child of the sea)?????????? what does this mean???? brain goes kaboom😔also i kinda have a question: when y/n and wooyoung were walking to the shop, why didn’t anyone on the streets notice/try to apprehend them since they were wanted criminals with huge bounties? is it because people there are used to seeing outlaws since vlad is teeeechnically a criminal but with connections to the military, so to the people there it’s “laaadidaaa just another day walking past criminals on the street :D” ? ahshajd sorry this is so long but i’m just so blown away and proud of u!!!! 🥺🥺 - 🦔

also wooyoung psychic i guess😔😔that’s also mega sexc and wooyoung bestest boy blocking the guard from knocking down y/n!! reminds me of those books/movies where the protagonist goes through a huge accident and has to live that same day over and over to figure out what to do differently to avoid said accident 🤩 i read a book with a similar plot but i don’t rmb what it’s called 😔 - 🦔

HEHE HI!!! im so unbelievably proud of this one, it is incredibly rare for me to sit back and go 'okay yes im proud of this' BUT!!! i feel that way with this one EEK even though a serious metric fuckton happened and it might have been TOO MUCH?? it's okay it's okay i'll be okay i just can't think too hard about it 😳 mingi absolute bestest boi! would you beleve me if i said that this isn't even the full extent of his growth like?? WOW im EXCITED!! we're all simping for acting captain park seonghwa and he's gonna be sticking around a little while longer 😏 YUNHO! fucking yunho! oh my god im glad you CAUGHT THAT!! that was a really intentional move for him to say 'everything i've done' that's gonna play a big part in his own redemption and we'll also be getting more into that little incident with mingi's father that yunho witnessed too ayy pain!! woosang! i stay simping for those boys i can't help myself when a whole them exists 😫 woosan and yeosang/yn fighting besties let's go!!! love that for them 🤩

then came my biggest curveball to date the one and only han jisung FSJKDLLKFD im honestly shocked at the amount of people who said that they thought he was dead like i thought i was Quite Clear that he was NOT dead but oh well IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS HE'S NOT DEAD NOW!!! oh man yall aren't even READY for what this is gonna bring. we're gonna see some jisung/yn tension some jisung/san tension some jisung/seonghwa tension just TENSIONTENSIONTENSION all around HEH

GOOD ON YOU FOR REMEMBERING THAT SIREN MONIKER!!! it's a HUGE HUGE hint for what's to come but it's gonna make more sense in the next chapter, i WILL say that Tsukio is typically a Male Name so take that as you will 👀 and recall the thing about markings on a siren's back as well 👀 and the MEANING of Tsukio 👀 then the next chapter will BASICALLY reveal a lot 😳👌

and your QUESTION!! goOD QUESTION!! so wooyoung is really in no danger of being caught bc if you recall on the character sheets, his banner does Not Have a Face which is meant to show that the military does not know what he looks like. y/n doesn't have one either, but that's because i didn't want to assign a face to her since she's technically a 'reader insert' heh, but all that to say, wooyoung would not be in danger of being caught bUT y/n would be, HOWEVER!! if you remember, vlad has a deal with the military that basically gets them to Leave Him Alone so it's safe to assume that he is in control of the entire sector of the city near the arena and that's why people are unbothered about seeing potential criminals in the streets heh 👀 THANK U FOR BEING PROUD OF ME PLS 😿😿😿

wooyoung definitely has some ~mysteries~ surrounding him huh 👀 i feel like i've heard of that what's it from omgomg is it groundhog day???

[btsinspirationtakesme]

Prompt: “Were you talking to a ghost?”

Summary: Y/N’s ability to see ghosts meant 3 things. 1. No stable job. 2. Eye bags. 3. Certainly, no interest from Dr. Park Jimin.

Warning: unfinished, this has been here for nearly 2 years so I think it’s time to just release this as it is. 

“Miss Y/N, Dr. Park’s room is third on the left.” The receptionists voice kindly informed Y/N about where her gynaecologist would be. It was that time of the year, when Y/N was being the most responsible version of herself and getting a smear test. 

Whilst she was walking down the hall, a tiny little pale figure ghosted from the wall. 

“Hi, unnie.” Her shrill voice said, and Y/N acknowledged her moving on. Starting at them for too long meant being followed more often then not. Y/N reached Dr. Park’s office and before she could sit down, the door swished open. 

“Miss. Y/N, I believe you’re my next patient.” Dr. Park’s smile was radiating. He was well built, with soft blonde locks that fell nicely on his eyebrows. His cherub like lips, were the first thing Y/N eyes were drawn to. Soft, plump and begging to be kissed. His eyes were warm from a simple smile, and Y/N’s heart felt like it was about to burst in awe of him existing. 

He’s going to see your vagina, Y/N. The voice in her Y/N’s read reminded her. Immediently, she crashed back to reality. 

Y/N greeted the doctor warmly. 

Here, Y/N’s yearly doctor’s check was about to end in chaos. As resident gynaecologist Dr. Park Jimin was about to insert a clamp into her vagina, she screams and thrashes her legs, hitting Jimin’s perfect face. Her good friend Soo-Jung had decided to make an appearance behind the Dr.Park. Soo-Jung. The 32 year old, dead police officer that had a habit of popping up every time Y/N was undressed.

“Aish, not you again!” Y/N yelled, exasperated looking to her left. She was fed up with the perverted police officer who had been following her home for the past two weeks. He was trying to find out how he had died, and thought that Y/N’s temporary stint as a investigator at the prosecution centre in Seoul would help. It was actually where he first appeared to her, whilst she was trying to gain forensic evidence at the sight of a killing.

He also had a habit of popping up whenever Y/N was undressed, be it the shower or changing rooms. Today, Y/N’s lower half was about to go through a very important check, exposed. The perverted ghost just had to come now of all times.

“I’m sorry, would you like to be seen by a female?” Dr. Park was trying to coyly massage his chin, which Y/N had just kicked a moment ago. He was finding the girls behaviour strange. He had dealt with challenging patients before, but this one seemed like she was in her own little world. Jimin felt some pity for her. His patient expressed no sign of remorse as she kept talking to the wall in front of her. 

I need you to go downtown! I think I found out how I died! The police officer was desperate today, and the unknown was calling out to him. Y/N sighed.

“Couldn’t you wait until after my test! I have a life too, I just don’t exist to follow you around and help you get to heaven.” You shot back, annoyed.

“Excuse me, who are you talking to?” Dr. Park came in, catching on to Y/N speaking at a wall. His cherub face was laced in concern and slight fright. It had gotten colder suddenly, causing Jimin to check the room temperature on the wall. 

There was no scientific explanation to how the temperature had decreased to minus 1 from a modest room temperature of 20 degrees. 

‘Okay, okay, no need to make the room colder! I’ll come with you.’ Y/N said, pulling her jeans up quickly from where she was sat. She eyed the ghost with suspicion. “This better be how you died.” 

Dr. Park reacted fast, eager to not let such a person slip from a doctors care.

‘How did you know it got cold?’ Jimin asked, trying to keep his face netural as possible.

Y/N sighed having to now face the doctor. She was used to people calling her all sorts of names, but it really hurt when she would have to face good looking people like Dr. Park who Y/N could picture herself with, if she were normal. 

“My friend Soo-Jung, he’s a ghost.” She said like it was the most obvious answer around. Y/N wanted to scare the doctor so he could just freak out and let her go. No one believed in ghosts, and the last thing she expected was for someone like Dr. Park to. Doctor’s were rational, they didn’t believe in this stuff. 

Y/N knew every response she’d get from now.

“A ghost?” Yep, she thought. Response number 1. Normally people would look at her in disbelief, or with a slight smirk as they looked at their friend next to them, or any other person. 

Dr. Park asked her the question like a doctor would ask a patient if they’d been taking their medication regularly. 

“Yeah, when he gets angry, or really when they get frustrated or angry, they’ll make the room feel colder than it really is.” Y/N said simply. 

“Ah, I see.” Dr. Park said in a casual voice. He leaned back in his chair. 

Y/N wasn’t expecting such a response, usually people just laughed right in her face. Y/N thought about any other possibilities, could Dr. Park also see ghosts? Maybe he could help with Soo-Jung. 

“Do...you also see them?” She asked the Dr, who had just crossed his head in denial. In actuality, Dr. Park was actually debating what had just happened. 

The room had gotten colder, and Y/N had talked back to a wall. Y/N scolded the wall for making it colder. That wasn’t normal. 

“Quit chatting with him! I need to go now!” Soo-Jung butted in, causing Y/N to sigh again. 

“Okay, okay, i’m moving!” She said, back at the wall. 

“This chat was lovely Dr. Park, and...I’m sure our little consulation would have been too, but I really need to go now.” Y/N said, getting up towards the door. 

Shit. Dr. Park thought. How was he going to let this patient get out of his care?Even more pressing, how was he going to make her stay? 

“Where? Seoul complex? But that’s so far away! Couldn’t you have died anywhere else?’ Y/N yelled at the ghost, who couldn’t stop with his incessant nagging. 

Y/N opened the door, and Dr. Park had realised he had lost his chance. He was letting a woman who thought she could talk to ghosts, get away. More importantly, he was letting a woman who actually thought the ‘ghost’ she was talking to made the room colder get away.  

In a hurry, Y/N left the room and made her way out. Dr Park watched her yell at thin air. 

Dr. Park was left there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Never in his career had he let a patient leave the room before their tests were over. He realised his hands were still stuck to the clamp that he was about to use for Y/N’s smear test. In a rush of action, Dr. Park reached the receptionists station frantically.

“Dr. Park, is everything okay?” The elderly receptionist behind the desk asked. Seeing Dr. Park in a rush was a rare sight for her. He was always so calm, polite and collected. 

“Cancel all of my appointments today, or transfer them to Dr. Kim please. I’ve got an emergency.” Ignoring the shocked expression on the receptionists face, Dr. Park swiftly started walking towards the hospital exit. He was curious, he wanted to find out why the room had gotten colder when there was no logical explanation for it to. He wanted to find out why Y/N was so sure of herself. He was going out of his depth here, as a doctor, but it was like some energy inside him just had to find out what had just happened. Dr Park was the definition of curiosity killed the cat. 

He reached for his keys and unlocked his car in the staff car park, and in minutes he was within the vicinity of the patient exit. He saw Y/N get into a taxi, and found his chance to find out where Y/N was going. Dr. Park knew he was breaking so many rules here, but Dr. Park had passed all of them the moment he decided to cancel his appointments for the day. 

YN’s car was heading to Seoul Complex, a hefty distance away from the hospital. Dr. Park followed the taxi, keeping a reasonable distance so no one could tell he was following her. 

As soon as he could see Y/N get out of the taxi, Dr. Park followed her into the complex. 

“Aish, can we get this over with!” Dr. Park was sure he hadn’t seen someone so sure they were talking to someone else that with physical before. Y/N looked like she was arguing with two people. She then put her hands out as if to reach out to thin air, clasped her hands shut and said ‘Please find peace’. She then shook her hands and huffed, walking away. 

“Good riddance to that perverted ghost, he’s been following me for nearly a year!” 

“Ah- Dr. Park! Wha- why are you here?” Dr. Park didn’t think to hide himself.

For once, he was stumped. Still, Park pressed on. “Were you talking to a ghost?” 

Y/N nodded. No one believed her anyway. 

[xreaderandreaderinserts]

Sacrifice (Part 4b)--Merlin x Reader / Reader Insert (Le Morte D’Arthur)

Regular (Happy) Ending

As Merlin continued to think about both of your demises, he started to cry. He didn’t want it to end. Merlin had always felt like you were a part of him, and if you died, a part of him would die too. That part would have been the hopeful part, the courageous part, the part that found the strength to see the light in even the darkest of times. You always told him that true darkness was not the absence of light, but the belief that it would never return.

Slowly, his tears dried as he took a shaky breath. His eyes shot open.

Careful of the hole in his chest, Merlin steadily stood up. He saw Nimueh walking towards your slumped and lifeless body. She looked down at you and was about to reach towards you when Merlin spoke.

“You should not have killed my friend,” he said. His voice was low and husky with an angry passion that he had never used before. He almost hesitated at the sound of it, but he quickly recovered his senses.

Nimueh turned back to face Merlin as stared at him with a haughty look. She seemed to be thinking, “So what? What are you going to about it?” This only anger Merlin even more.

Merlin looked up into the sky and shot his hand out. Thunder clapped as clouds came rushing in. Nimueh was shooked at Merlin’s power and looked up instead of countering.

The hair on your body stood up as the air crackled to life. Merlin brought his hand down to face Nimueh. He focused all of his energy there and willed his magic to do as he wished. The sky flashed an electric blue as a white-hot rod erupted from the clouds.

Nimueh didn’t even have any time to scream before she was blown to pieces. The explosion was so bright and powerful that Merlin looked away and shielded his face with his arms. When Merlin looked back, her essence had faded into a giant puff of smoke and it had started to pour.

When the smog cleared, Merlin ran over to you. The rain was still coming down in torrents as thunder rolled and lightning flashed up above. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered as he neared you. He said your name again as he sat down next to you and again as he shook you. “(Y/N)!” he cried. Tears were forming once again in his eyes as he looked at your colorless face. Your skin had already started to go cold. Merlin looked up to the universe and yelled at the top of his lungs, “NO!” He continued to yell at the sky until his voice wouldn’t let him.

When he couldn’t scream at the world an longer, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed as tightly as he could. It almost felt as though you were becoming warmer. “Merlin,” a small voice said. The voice sounded so much like yours and it made him cry even harder. He almost didn’t hear you say his name again. “Merlin,” you said more forcefully. Your voice was still weak, but Merlin heard you.

He gasped and looked up, drying his tears. “(YN)?” he questioned, “(Y/N)!” He couldn’t think of anything to say as he grinned like a madman. He could only state the obvious. “(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, “You’re alive!” He tucked his head into the crook of your neck with his arms still around you.

“What did you do?” you asked softly. You knew that you had died and that Merlin didn’t have the power to bring back the deceased. Honestly, you were shocked, but you were relieved nonetheless.

Merlin looked up at you with a shit-eating grin. “Nimueh is dead,” he told you. The balance of the world has been restored.

You returned a small smile of your own. “You amaze me,” you said. “You have mastered the power of life and death itself. Gauis’ll make a great warlock of you yet.”

“So you believe in me now?” he joked.

“Well... I would so if-if you could... stop this blasted rain.”

You both laughed.

“Merlin?” you said. He looked into your eyes as his laughter died down. “I love you.” He simply stared at you as you looked at him worriedly. Just as you were about to look away, Merlin grabbed your face and lifted it towards him as he leaned down.

The kiss was soft and gentle and your lips fit perfectly together. They were soft and warm. You could have stayed like that forever, but you eventually pulled apart. “I love you too”

Angst Ending

As Merlin continued to think about both of your demises, he started to cry. He didn’t want it to end. Merlin had always felt like you were a part of him, and if you died, a part of him would die too. That part would have been the hopeful part, the courageous part, the part that found the strength to see the light in even the darkest of times. You always told him that true darkness was not the absence of light, but the belief that it would never return.

Slowly, his tears dried as he took a shaky breath. His eyes shot open.

Careful of the hole in his chest, Merlin steadily stood up. He saw Nimueh crouched next to you. She was holding a silver dagger. It was nothing fancy and the blade was about five inches long.

Merlin furrowed his eyebrows and wondered what she was doing. Faster than Merlin could see, Nimueh embedded the knife into your lower sternum. Dark blood started to flow from the wound instantly.

“No!” he shouted. “Don’t touch her!”

Nimueh turned back to face Merlin as stared at him with a haughty look. She was calm and relaxed. It was almost as if she knew something that he didn’t.

Merlin looked up into the sky and shot his hand out. Thunder clapped as clouds came rushing in. Nimueh was shooked at Merlin’s power and looked up instead of countering.

The hair on your body stood up as the air crackled to life. Merlin brought his hand down to face Nimueh. He focused all of his energy there and willed his magic to do as he wished. The sky flashed an electric blue as a white-hot rod erupted from the clouds.

Nimueh just looked at Merlin and smiled. Then she was blown to bits. The explosion was so bright and powerful that Merlin looked away and shielded his face with his arms. When Merlin looked back, her essence had faded into a giant puff of smoke and it had started to pour.

When the smog cleared, Merlin ran over to you. The rain was still coming down in torrents as thunder rolled and lightning flashed up above.

“(Y/N),” he whispered as he neared you. He said your name again as he sat down next to you and again as he shook you. “(Y/N)!” he cried. Tears were forming once again in his eyes as he looked at your colorless face. He ripped the knife from your torso and threw it across the field. Your skin had already started to go cold. Merlin looked up to the universe and yelled at the top of his lungs, “NO!” He continued to yell at the sky until his voice wouldn’t let him.

When he couldn’t scream at the world an longer, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed as tightly as he could. It almost felt as though you were becoming warmer. “Merlin,” a small voice said. The voice sounded so much like yours and it made him cry even harder. He almost didn’t hear you say his name again. “Merlin,” you said more forcefully. Your voice was still weak, but Merlin heard you.

He gasped and looked up, drying his tears. “(YN)?” he questioned, “(Y/N)!” He couldn’t think of anything to say as he grinned like a madman. He could only state the obvious. “(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, “You’re alive!” He tucked his head into the crook of your neck with his arms still around you.

“What did you do?” you asked softly. You knew that you had died and that Merlin didn’t have the power to bring back the deceased. Honestly, you were shocked, but you were relieved nonetheless.

Merlin looked up at you with a shit-eating grin. “Nimueh is dead,” he told you. The balance of the world has been restored.

You returned a small smile of your own. “You-” you coughed violently and blood spewed from your mouth. “Merlin,” you groaned.

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! She knew this would happen! That’s why she looked so calm. That little bitch!”

You tried to laugh, but you were quickly stopped by the jabbing in your stomach. “Ah...” you moaned. You held your hands to the wound to slow down the bleeding. Merlin looked down at you and started to freak out. He quickly copied your actions and helped you apply pressure to your stomach. His eyes flickered back and forth between your face and your entwined hands.

“Merlin?” you said. He looked into your eyes as his laughter died down. “I love you.”

Merlin stared at you for a moment before he spoke. “(Full/N),” he began.” I have loved you for the longest time. Sure, it wasn't love-at-first-sight, but that doesn’t mean it was any less real. That day that we went out to the courtyard and walked around the Camelot was the day I first realized I love you.” Merlin kept talking as you started to fade away. Your concentration was staggered and it was hard to listen to Merlin’s words.

“I love the rain so much, Merlin. Did you make it rain for me?” You were delirious and you couldn’t feel the pain in your stomach anymore. Merlin could feel your grasp on the world slipping. He put more pressure on your wound, wincing because he didn’t want to hurt you. You merely smile at him softly. “I love you a lot,” you told him again.

Merlin knew that you didn’t have long, so he continued talking. He rushed through everything, hoping that you would understand what he was saying. But everything just blurred together. “I realized... fell in love with all of you. Your eyes... shadows I wanted to kiss way. I fell in love... your body. I fell in... the sound of your heart, your smile, your laugh, your quirks... is when you value someone else’s happiness over your own... You’ll always have a special place in my heart.” Your eyes began to wander and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. You slumped and Merlin rushed to grab you. In doing so, Merlin had to release your stomach and blood flowed even more furiously than before.

Your head was rolling around and you were dazed. You knew that it was Merlin looking at you with such a sad face, but you couldn’t understand why he was crying. So you asked him, “Why are you crying, Merlin? The rain is that bad.” Your voice was soft and wistful. You were constantly distracted by the things around, but you wanted to look at Merlin. You knew that it would make him feel better if you concentrated on him.

“I know it’s not (Y/N). I’m crying because-” he paused. He didn’t know how to tell you that you were dying. He didn’t even know if you would understand him if he did. So he didn’t. “I’m crying tears of joy. I haven’t seen you for a couple days and I’m so happy I got to see you.”

All of your energy was focused on looking as Merlin. You didn’t process that he was talking, only that he was there. Along with the rain. The rain! “I love the rain so much, Merlin. Did you make it rain for me?”

That was the point when Merlin knew you were gone. Even if you were still alive and breathing, you weren’t here. It was only a shell of you talking to him.

For two brief moments, your mind came back to you. You wanted to tell him how you felt. Then it faded. You didn’t know what kind of feelings you should tell him, so you told him all of them. “Merlin,” you said quietly. Your voice was hoarse, but you continued anyway. “Merlin, I’m cold. I’m wet and you’re wet and I ‘m worried about you. I don’t want you to get sick, Merlin. Gauis and Arthur would kill me for letting it happen, then they would kill you for not taking better care of yourself. Merlin, I’m tired. I think I want to take a nap, but I don’t want to stand up. The courtyard is too far away from my bed. Will you carry me? I always hated the courtyard. It’s too dusty. I wish it had more color.” You kept talking on like this, your voice fading away as you went.

Merlin chuckled lightly at the irony. You were worried about him when it was you who was dying. When you finally stopped talking he looked into your eyes and said, “I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Then you closed your eyes as Merlin wept on your shoulder.

Alright! I finished the series! I’m sorry for the really crappy endings, but it was something quick I did. Took a few hours to write, so I’d appreciate some feedback and a note. I’m going to start back up on my PJO x Reader story and hopefully finish it up by the end of the month. Stay tuned for that.

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